Memorial Day Memories

On this Memorial Day, I wish to share with you some memories of the ones I've lost who are so very dear to me. Grandpa Clifford Ward, aka CW, 14th of March, 1989. I remember Grandpa's hugs. He gave the best hugs ever. He would squeeze you so tight, but not so tight that you couldn't breathe, but tight enough that you felt safe and welcome.
Grandma Nellie Pyrah, 19th of April, 1990. I remember Grandma being at this little apartment in Richfield where Mom and Aunt Sis would take turns taking care of her. Occasionally, I was able to stay the night on the floor next to my mom's bed while Grandma was out in the living room in her hospital bed. I remember Grandma's smile. She had one of the most wonderful smiles ever... maybe that's where I get my smile. Her smile could light up a room. I remember going and visiting her on Sunday, especially, playing Rook or even watching the Chicago Cubs play baseball. (They were her favorite team) and listening to Harry Carey announce the game.
Grandma Olive Ward, 21st of January, 2000. There are so many memories I have of Grandma Ward, mainly because I was older. Calling her and her voice saying "Nello." Asking, "Grandma, can I come in?" "Yes, of course" was always her response. Going in, knocking on her door, literally, and saying, "Knock knock." And her saying with a cheerful smile, "Come in." Getting in her house, visiting, and then setting up the card table to play Zilch. On the day that she passed, I was up in Richfield from college, down in Salt Lake, and she had been sick. She was in the hospital in between Boise and Twin Falls for quite a few weeks. I believe Dennis, Aunt Sharon and Aunt Joyce had been up to the house preparing it for her return, that was wheelchair accessible. I told mom I was on my way to see Grandma when I got home, and my friend Candace was outside of her house and I decided to divert my way to see her instead of going on up to Grandma's house. I visited with her for over an hour and she invited me to go to a basketball game in Dietrich that night. I decided that I would go see Grandma the next day. I headed back home and passed my mom ... we pulled over and spoke. "Grandma has passed." I immediately started to cry knowing that I was that close to telling her goodbye.
Memorial Day is for remembering those you've loved, and I wanted to share a few memories of who I've loved and remembered.

Work, Work, Work -- oh, did I mention work?

It's been a while since I've blogged, so I thought I would just say one word, "Work!" Holy Moly, Molly has been busy. I hosted a dinner party for a few of my work gals last Friday night. Unfortunately, since I was so busy making sure everyone was having a good time, I forgot to take pictures. I love hosting dinner parties. I think if I wasn't a court reporter, I could probably be a pretty darn good party planner. Anyway, in between working last week, preparing food and cleaning my house, I had accumulated 550 pages. On Saturday and Sunday I did a total of 160 pages. And then worked today and got 125 more. So here I am back up to 515. Thankfully, my job for tomorrow just cancelled (love that) and so I can stay at home and work. I'm open to free meals being delivered to my house at any time! Just kidding. Have a great week!

Sunbathing

You were expecting to see a picture of me in my kini, right? Uh-huh, try again. This is one of the nicest weather days we've had in quite some time. Little wind, the sun is shining bright and the boys are loving being outside. Bo likes to lay on the grass, then on the deck in the shade. He goes back and forth. Gus likes to lay exclusively on the deck, it's the warmest. I love it that he will go in and out through the dog door on his own!

Modo Baseball Game

So for those of you who don't know about Modo, Modo is Spencer, Jody and Lee's son. When Modo was really little, about a year and some, he used to say "mo" for no, and "do" for don't. It stuck as a nickname that he will have for the rest of his life of Modo.

Yesterday Modo had a baseball game. Jody had told me that he gets really nervous when people come to watch him and to maybe just whistle instead of yell, "GO MODO!!" He had a couple good hits. Here are a couple pictures.

Slug Bug No Slugs Back

As I was driving to the office yesterday there were three construction men. One was about 6'3" and about 260 pounds, one that was about 6'1" and about 220 pounds, and one that was maybe 5'11" and 170 pounds. They were all standing around wasting taxpayer's money, it looked like to me, and I pull up to the red light, first in line. All of a sudden the biggest guy fists up and hits the medium guy in the chest and says, "Slug bug, no slugs back." Then the medium guy hits the smaller guy and says, "Slug bug, no slugs back." Then they all start laughing and rubbing their chests. I can't help but wonder, when does "Slug bug, no slugs back" get old? Shouldn't there be an age limit on it? I mean, what a bunch of dufices (sp).