make a trip right now to cardston

a friend of mine took her four year old daughter to a baptismal service at her church.....later that night, her daughter took all of her dolls into the bathtub with her and held her own "baptism"............as she dunked each doll under the water she repeated "now i baptise you in the name of the Father, the Son, and hold your nose....

book review...19 minutes...jodi pickal...story about a high school shootin, a boy who had been bullied so much that as a defense mechanism lashed out yo his high school mates in a shooting rage, didn't like the ending, but i won't tell you the twist in the story, it was an average read, give it a c+

do you ever just need to talk??

wasn't it nice for all those people to send their thoughts about my dad Harold?....................yes, it took a lot of love to be able to take time out of their day and put into words feelings that tug on their heart strings.............the world is a pretty wonderful place isn't it? ............... yes people are basically right thinking people with no intention to do bad, but every inclination to do good................the family sure has been great during this time, haven't they.............yes they are pulling through just like everyone else.....................it is going to be a beautiful day monday isn'it???.............it is going to be sunny and warm............the birds out back are in all their glory, aren't they??????the finches have gold, red, orange, blue, silver and yellow coloring, and the black headed jay with is stunning plume is busy chasing away the finches, the shy dove tries to get close to the feed without attracting any attention, and the busy ittle sparrow push in to get theirshare

tribute

the putz mission has been pretty much KLUTZYNESS , but i need to make a tribute to my dying dad.............would have been 89 on the 15th of April.....................born in poverty..........one room shack with a bath tub in one corner for a saturday bath for 4 boys and their father...........a large bed in another corner for the 4 boys and another bed for the father who often got one of the three boys.........a coal stove for heating and cooking........he later had a job cleaning the local movie house for a nickle and a free movie pass and played tennis with a racket he shared with his brothers.......now, he from the greatest generation, he is dying like all his buddies from the war.......a painful death because he has pnemonia and a bladder infection..........massive heart attack and stroke.........of course he is my hero......he got to the point in his life when he was pretty much perfect.......i will try to live my life from now on as if he were watching my every move and do grand things.....like feed my pets and my birds and go on grand walks with them.......................that is all i can say right now

on april 1st 1977,a real father and son's thing, we painted my lasvegas home and garage.i got to pick the color, golden rod, when it finnaly got on the house it was a mustard color, smeared all over by a three year old(me the putz).when you drove down the street, it was the only thing you saw, a garage door , hidious barrel of mustard and an embarassed dad, APRIL FOOLS