tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35006908114805095522024-03-13T20:52:32.891-06:00The Guymon FamilyThe Guymon Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16210134360010452349noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3500690811480509552.post-82984284261228412312009-07-05T19:23:00.006-06:002009-07-05T19:54:46.739-06:00Tender Moments<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBTqZw-FMJpwnCEFLujpx_ImaOIuiTH__dxXdMru_4eESe6LeyApHhwM6h4cBkcVjDKi2yYCVsD-YgPe6C1A6r3HMJ9KP3Viweg5_bjXKGUg3vtjKtXd2ZHeoWHq2Sxwf-uRGrPY8KsbI/s1600-h/IMG_0495.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBTqZw-FMJpwnCEFLujpx_ImaOIuiTH__dxXdMru_4eESe6LeyApHhwM6h4cBkcVjDKi2yYCVsD-YgPe6C1A6r3HMJ9KP3Viweg5_bjXKGUg3vtjKtXd2ZHeoWHq2Sxwf-uRGrPY8KsbI/s320/IMG_0495.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355158839270780402" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiawWEVhXUXmVBFnQMNnPn6xBxNnAT4xhPt5l7MInMyeSZsfZQXe_Ijc4Oj68Uyz7ck2XmEj5Mp-cBkAhyyolJGEmDm5QHRAm30H0zkFMq7tdhk_lscVxKBRQPZLHF6kGT3E3aLPr9hEn4/s1600-h/IMG_0457.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiawWEVhXUXmVBFnQMNnPn6xBxNnAT4xhPt5l7MInMyeSZsfZQXe_Ijc4Oj68Uyz7ck2XmEj5Mp-cBkAhyyolJGEmDm5QHRAm30H0zkFMq7tdhk_lscVxKBRQPZLHF6kGT3E3aLPr9hEn4/s320/IMG_0457.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355158517615003954" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrlgRPo8Yr8Lfgmg-tMrvriuKhwJcPRLWjCxE4OhiNMfKSixJTpky84qK_s2S9x1R0sj0X0nTeiJ9kkWN9fQsyb9bFzhrhFelPuVqdivOrM2n3LzYwrOCZ0waln2sFHyEYg5zPKihP2jc/s1600-h/IMG_0456.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrlgRPo8Yr8Lfgmg-tMrvriuKhwJcPRLWjCxE4OhiNMfKSixJTpky84qK_s2S9x1R0sj0X0nTeiJ9kkWN9fQsyb9bFzhrhFelPuVqdivOrM2n3LzYwrOCZ0waln2sFHyEYg5zPKihP2jc/s320/IMG_0456.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355158276945672082" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/stats.php?site=momguymon" target="_top"><img border="0" alt="Hit Counter" src="http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/index.php?u=momguymon&s=party" ALIGN="middle" HSPACE="4" VSPACE="2"></a><script src=http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/script.php?u=momguymon></script><br /><br /><a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/" target="_top"><font color="#666666">Free Counter</font></a><br />Ok, so I really have had a roller coaster month. I certainly feel exhausted. Some things I am ready to share and somethings may take more time. <br />I am not going to go into much detail, but will share a few thoughts and feelings. First off, I am very grateful to have been able to spend time in California at the end of May with my son Neal and his darling wife Angie. We were blessed to be there when our first grandson was born. Jayden Neal Guymon was born on May 30th. Those moments are tender and priceless. Although his life short, we were humbled to hold him and tell him how much we love him before he passed away. <br />Following that, Boyd spent more time in the hospital. And my Dad has been in the hospital a month now. I am not sure Dad will ever come home. <br />So, I am still reeling from many changes and emotions now. But each day, I am grateful.The Guymon Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16210134360010452349noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3500690811480509552.post-43217775582188338012009-05-19T09:35:00.004-06:002009-05-19T10:20:50.814-06:00Don't remind me!! I know I am old!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNLDWHdXbpXwauHvqF2GsN-oTIhhkCY_UhIoiFMHhZbzj_L99FtgYEX_20bnm8j81txVUwdkGZHQ7-CPU3IXzAGPEIDUkBudBNRhHsFQOvK12V06V94ywdwKf-ZGQ8UK1JAL2_PgOW2Dc/s1600-h/mom.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 159px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNLDWHdXbpXwauHvqF2GsN-oTIhhkCY_UhIoiFMHhZbzj_L99FtgYEX_20bnm8j81txVUwdkGZHQ7-CPU3IXzAGPEIDUkBudBNRhHsFQOvK12V06V94ywdwKf-ZGQ8UK1JAL2_PgOW2Dc/s320/mom.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337570731527770818" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><em>Okay, so yes, I did reach a major milestone in my life. I am now actually 50 years old. Since I cannot change the fact that I have no control over this aging process, do I have to like it? Because although I have a tendency to be an optimist, I truly do not like being 50 years old! I tell myself that it is just a number. But it's a big number! If this year had been just a bit easier, maybe the number wouldn't actually bother me so much. Despite any challenges the year brings, I still vow not to let the ugly number be a down side to life. I will be honest and say that I do want to do more for myself to be healthy and positive. I am certain I will pay more attention to my wrinkles and try to eat healthier. But I say that every year with my New Years Resolutions, too!</em></span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"> I think I will just make myself repeat daily, " I am 50, and I am fabulous!" </span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;">Is it working?? Am I fabulous yet?</span>The Guymon Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16210134360010452349noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3500690811480509552.post-24660948110496922582009-03-14T09:43:00.010-06:002009-03-23T08:10:45.447-06:00Why can't Boyd listen to me like his GPS system?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTpAC4dw6f-4SwhM3H2qmodRXr4cgOCxqEPd4jKvbH396i_kUSxobTXb0uXAC-tuSI0qKLBbBe50ZeeBpsLSyBmwGMP8xgVMn9kXWetacyC9__l58Io9wrWrKGLXuany8WeYU4yMwkQ0k/s1600-h/Crazy+Mormon.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 97px; height: 130px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTpAC4dw6f-4SwhM3H2qmodRXr4cgOCxqEPd4jKvbH396i_kUSxobTXb0uXAC-tuSI0qKLBbBe50ZeeBpsLSyBmwGMP8xgVMn9kXWetacyC9__l58Io9wrWrKGLXuany8WeYU4yMwkQ0k/s320/Crazy+Mormon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316384584676021186" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1OOURmmOUmckhXJCPCG444ZC8OwFqWBBKBV51HaWozogwOfswNj0C3AAeNGc-xvL5bP08ZDcP0UxQXBqUohGXc7QFV7e0Say_S-b6gAheYTLoKIn6JPLg-hbDVTJod8lDK4EIjpZ6qVc/s1600-h/zumo660.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1OOURmmOUmckhXJCPCG444ZC8OwFqWBBKBV51HaWozogwOfswNj0C3AAeNGc-xvL5bP08ZDcP0UxQXBqUohGXc7QFV7e0Say_S-b6gAheYTLoKIn6JPLg-hbDVTJod8lDK4EIjpZ6qVc/s320/zumo660.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313235595328007634" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/stats.php?site=momguymon" target="_top"></a><br /><strong><em><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"> Last month, we had spent considerable time on the road traveling between our children that all happen to live in different states at this time. Basically, we really do enjoy just getting in the car and taking off without too many cares. (Like whether or not to bring our dog Katie with us) . We often just on a whim will get up some day, and decide to drive somewhere, anywhere~. </span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">But, there have been a few glitches along the way that have started causing some "friction" between Boyd and I. The basic problem is that since my husband is of the male gender, he does not have the ability to stop and ask directions. So, in the midst of our fun and spur-of-the-moments travels, we often find ourselves arguing about which turn off we were to take, and what lane we should be in, and so on and so on. </span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">So, as we are planning many more fun and spontaneous trips, we decided that it might be a really good idea to invest in a GPS. As we all know, I think it is genetic breeding that makes it impossible for men to stop and ask for directions. Although, I am sure he can point out several occasions when I have led us in the wrong direction also! Rare, but true.<br />The real problem I am encountering now is that the woman that speaks on the GPS system has this beautiful hypnotic angelic voice (according to Boyd). She never nags him, and she is always right. Oh, how I would love to have the same voice programed to accomplish that list I have waiting for him at home! Wouldn't that be great! Oh, well, for now, maybe I can practice training my voice and when he is asleep subconsciously put thoughts in his head.<br />Well, for now at least I do trust that he is happy with his new voice activated GPS system. And my nagging while he is driving is completely gone! Although, I do have to admit I am the one that programs it!<br />So, for any of you that don't have a GPS system for your traveling, I do highly recommend one. But, I am still awaiting the home version that will tell him what to do in the same angelic voice. Do you really think that will work?<br /><strong><em><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">But, for any of you that watched a particular episode of ER a few weeks ago, you will get a laugh out of this. A couple using their GPS system told them to drive straight in to a lake. And so, they did! They could see the lake, but the GPS system kept telling them to drive forward. They had refused to believe that wrong instructions had been given. Needless to say, we plan on using common sense with this. We wouldn't want our new little assisting angel to lead us astray!</span></em></strong><br /></span></em></strong>The Guymon Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16210134360010452349noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3500690811480509552.post-43415786433465734102009-02-17T00:31:00.051-07:002009-02-19T12:43:27.201-07:00To My Valentine<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9jgT7cE-LVEmAfHEsggoHqvMlYvjlmZj1GBQPz9aflF6HezLEJoYmWbF7UeY50XETj8xZt_bcVv5p4-EeaDc5ueOhzBBxbsWzcQjFMuaLJNwPREOVb2VbFHpqNd9j6ekxc6EgDM82bm4/s1600-h/043044.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304595108598331538" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9jgT7cE-LVEmAfHEsggoHqvMlYvjlmZj1GBQPz9aflF6HezLEJoYmWbF7UeY50XETj8xZt_bcVv5p4-EeaDc5ueOhzBBxbsWzcQjFMuaLJNwPREOVb2VbFHpqNd9j6ekxc6EgDM82bm4/s320/043044.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgTJTCXyD2UwKDlf4KXHjx3uxSixc53SUS2pe6Wt-q8ZFSRScsL6bjlGF9qhP-ihoyHDa6terJ0s5zDDM4EXD4JuujUHH8X4uWm92STLqQOwDavx0Jbczf6rCDRqM9AsF9VmNkfWBAZH0/s1600-h/th_0430442-2.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfSm3qzkYGRGS0wD8KgbFonJOrta_Hr_1DG8LoXZpa2b2k6_X21672V-_4FapC9cM5eLYYG0egUgw32A1f0PYoPJVk_fwJg_AdQejRihY4M4YP77AjVfwAIYwuPor6eXgOgmmpZ9Xxcuo/s1600-h/043044+(2).jpg"></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXFAvVg6q-_ngA3AL4DMjJl2dVauuoHYy0LG4H2YLC5lUn8nozZppQK-ByQ-BiN6iZeZggrxx5IHIUGVNhS-1jpla-BfNrVn_DEZ7ScvaXoeNaQD1em4WNEQ9ZSye7e7GVDSp4_hmfDEE/s1600-h/th_0430442-1.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGpPsGDAhqGcR1TGsEIMbM1sRqc1a4jAryEjvJXOK2NFvpnOJ9cWgd933BUiUlXciTRF1g8VETKnZcsURM23GiTb_DlBdfkO0iGvDLPKU2n6NVgn2mX8FXtQXfeuPyrsJt0hGXRqluyZA/s1600-h/DSC05329.JPG"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRubXBRF1TNR20vjMi6LcilfLt1wYF6ns2pbC0Kglh3syLtFIvBuyexXE-wFloVHtTtQfhSWYdKAFHkRhXE2Y4yRfX-bNlxscreUxDNvYNlmQULaaXw1bVk582Hzrsuq3jqgNLWJREBbw/s1600-h/SLCFUHW_Homewood_Suites_by_Hilton_Salt_Lake_City-Midvale_Sandy_gallery_accom_twodoublebeds_large.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303824303951524770" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 248px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRubXBRF1TNR20vjMi6LcilfLt1wYF6ns2pbC0Kglh3syLtFIvBuyexXE-wFloVHtTtQfhSWYdKAFHkRhXE2Y4yRfX-bNlxscreUxDNvYNlmQULaaXw1bVk582Hzrsuq3jqgNLWJREBbw/s320/SLCFUHW_Homewood_Suites_by_Hilton_Salt_Lake_City-Midvale_Sandy_gallery_accom_twodoublebeds_large.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcjPrEQxpKEInCk7xmz4GweEF0d_nAkjDs2Y0lHfVhTcCpp011nbpAmCicvzUKLIzX2lYpiIYtMIsSf8cgulKy_z343-zaqqkvI2iO3KZuv7zKFXmDgvKUvoBAQl_IIZzD9kzKE0cpJcc/s1600-h/DSC05332.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303805245839458594" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 287px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcjPrEQxpKEInCk7xmz4GweEF0d_nAkjDs2Y0lHfVhTcCpp011nbpAmCicvzUKLIzX2lYpiIYtMIsSf8cgulKy_z343-zaqqkvI2iO3KZuv7zKFXmDgvKUvoBAQl_IIZzD9kzKE0cpJcc/s320/DSC05332.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><p align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqftGZfRgJTabOIACloPSUG_BQRYDI-ustTkB8qed_xetLxkjOW6a8nRPZsA2I1Ky3UuCw-EpDh_jJ4JmpggkeQWU0xF9rCWOG6V8iZi91d8rcsAx9Uv_ZVqoeEr_IRJdKwIp5XcQrywQ/s1600-h/DSC05328.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303681292004359234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqftGZfRgJTabOIACloPSUG_BQRYDI-ustTkB8qed_xetLxkjOW6a8nRPZsA2I1Ky3UuCw-EpDh_jJ4JmpggkeQWU0xF9rCWOG6V8iZi91d8rcsAx9Uv_ZVqoeEr_IRJdKwIp5XcQrywQ/s320/DSC05328.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p align="right"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheYJiBNWbgf7XEWz2_AljCs3gmEdD9JdF47Y02bvTh0qx1o3MitPolgLJqvwVCDim_xvpVBxG9eEjcY9dCSJVWk6uwhczPVbI22g9OumPSYDrfQXldd9hhTHGUt9LduOFLbumkTf0aSTk/s1600-h/043044.jpg"></a></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="right"></div><br /><br /><div align="center">After over 26 years being married, Valentines Day is still a special time! This last one for Boyd and I was truly a special one! We aren't ones to buy lavish gifts, or even want to spend time eating at fancy restaurants. But this year, just by chance, we ended up spending the weekend in a great relaxing suite in Salt Lake. We did attempt to go out to a movie, but then we just decided to go back to the hotel and relax. We even enjoyed babysitting our 18 month old granddaughter during the day while her parents spent time together. That was funner than any movie!<br /><br />So, for the great time we were able to spend together, we really have to admit it was one of the best Valentines we ever celebrated! I love you, Boyd! Thanks again for being such a terrific man for all these years! You are still the love of my life!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>The Guymon Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16210134360010452349noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3500690811480509552.post-64104331569418921622009-02-06T09:45:00.018-07:002009-02-06T12:38:08.094-07:00Happy Birthday Kira!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV-TGlGdhD6sQTV3Q6A_MVfIVhPK87m0tSzn-9hyphenhyphenB2rtLVVnPAutaTwsVaklTT6Qrogwqud6DXHFUm85rnNEAouS43dEWWd83l6ZVCcSV60_Bz9g7T_RolyzbVPEDs1BWNXLXONgaFfX4/s1600-h/090.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299759175189722450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 293px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV-TGlGdhD6sQTV3Q6A_MVfIVhPK87m0tSzn-9hyphenhyphenB2rtLVVnPAutaTwsVaklTT6Qrogwqud6DXHFUm85rnNEAouS43dEWWd83l6ZVCcSV60_Bz9g7T_RolyzbVPEDs1BWNXLXONgaFfX4/s320/090.JPG" border="0" /></a>
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<br /><li><div align="left"><em><strong><span style="color:#330000;">In High School, her greatest pet peeve was everyone telling her that she looked just like Lindsay <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Lohan</span></span>. She still gets that comment made to her, but she is much prettier than Lindsay <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Lohan</span></span>!</span></strong></em></div></li>
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<br /><li><div align="left"><em><strong><span style="color:#330000;">Kira and her brother <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Nephi</span></span> were <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">inseparable</span>, especially in High School. She spent the majority of her time with <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Nephi</span></span> and his best friend Shawn <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Catmull</span></span>, along with her best friend Lindsey Hobbs. To this day, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Nephi</span></span> and Shawn are a major part of her daily life.</span></strong></em></div></li>
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<br /><li><div align="left"><em><strong><span style="color:#330000;">Although Kira dated <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">continuously</span> in High School, she was never one to have a steady boyfriend. In fact, she went through so many guys, the rule in our house was "No dating <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Nephi's</span></span> friends!" </span></strong></em></div></li>
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<br /><div align="left"><strong><em><span style="color:#333300;">As odd as this may seem, I picked up this odd habit from my husband. Many years ago, he decided that New Years resolutions are a big hype. He would laugh as he watched everyone around him start the new year with all their fresh goals. So, his <em>version of New Years Resolutions is to start thinking about what goals and changes you want to make on January 1. But, then he would wait a month, ponder, think about what he really wanted to accomplish, and then he starts his resolutions on the 1st of February. I have never been one to really set any great goals on any certain day, but every year on the 1st of February now, I do actually try and put at least a few new positive actions into my life. Maybe this year I am thinking a bit more about this because turning 50 years old is just terrifying. I remember my grandmother at 50 and think her hair was blue even then. Of course, nowdays there is so much pressure to look and act younger, that 50 really is scary. Well, acting younger hasn't been that big of a problem, as I really should act my age more that I do. </em></span></strong><strong><em><span style="color:#333300;">Certainly, there are many days when I look in the mirror and I wonder who in the world I am looking at.. when did the wrinkles become so noticeable? Okay, so gravity does effect the body, but I am not running around in a bikini so that doesn't worry me so much. But, I was looking at some pictures that just seem like they were taken days ago, and I certainly was younger then! So, for what it is worth, this year, I am going to set some new plans in motion that I hope I can make more of a habit.</span></em></strong>
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<br /><strong><em><span style="color:#330033;">1. Set a better example for my kids.</span></em></strong>
<br /><strong><em><span style="color:#330033;">2. Appreciate the blessings I have. This includes not just a great family, but also a wonderful group of friends that continues to grow.</span></em></strong>
<br /><strong><em><span style="color:#330033;">3. No nagging or whining allowed.</span></em></strong>
<br /><strong><em><span style="color:#330033;">4. Learn something new everyday.</span></em></strong>
<br /><strong><em><span style="color:#330033;">5. Put less whipped cream on my strawberries. </span></em></strong>
<br /><strong><em><span style="color:#330033;">6. Stop complaining about my husbands snoring.</span></em></strong>
<br /><strong><em><span style="color:#330033;">7. Keep my husband from adding things to my post without my knowing (like the last remark)</span></em></strong>
<br /><strong><em><span style="color:#330033;">8. Play more, worry less.</span></em></strong>
<br /><strong><em><span style="color:#330033;">9. Stop procrastinating!</span></em></strong>
<br /><strong><em><span style="color:#330033;">10. Commit myself to cooking meals again! ( Between it only being Boyd and I to cook for and his loss of appetite due to his health this year, it is hard to find the motivation.)</span></em></strong>
<br /><strong><em><span style="color:#330033;">11. And that is all, I know I will struggle with just these!</span></em></strong>
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<br />The Guymon Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16210134360010452349noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3500690811480509552.post-12168673043038149012009-01-22T04:38:00.024-07:002009-01-28T21:09:36.987-07:00Getting to know you<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9WIKBvhzxvoQM5OJ0MC_JwMxspx53-FK8kVwOI6-r7LgCcPGSqSRkhUpMIhpVYB0uCCuM3rNZsEsbouWELjCLoj-V9CQ_FsrnovZbYBSdsJgQ13rFMbGFYBghlNVUI2MWZ7Y_JHZxiIc/s1600-h/Thanksgiving_2008_020.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294144260009890434" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9WIKBvhzxvoQM5OJ0MC_JwMxspx53-FK8kVwOI6-r7LgCcPGSqSRkhUpMIhpVYB0uCCuM3rNZsEsbouWELjCLoj-V9CQ_FsrnovZbYBSdsJgQ13rFMbGFYBghlNVUI2MWZ7Y_JHZxiIc/s320/Thanksgiving_2008_020.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"><strong>I recieved this "get to know you" from Cindy Buxton Miles, and thought possibly I could fill this out. So, for any of you that have a need to get to know yourself of many others better, this is a great questionaire!<br />Welcome to the 2009 edition of getting to know your Friends.<br /><br />> 1. What time did you get up this morning? 7:30<br />> 2. Diamonds or Pearls? No doubt, Pearls<br />> 3. What is the last film you saw at the cinema? So long ago,I can't remember<br />> 4. What is your favorite TV show? House<br />> 5. What do you usually have for breakfast? Fresh strawberries<br />> 6. What is your middle name? I don't have one<br />> 7. What kind of food do you dislike? Dead fruit(cooked fruit)<br />> 8. What is your favorite CD at this moment? Jewel-new country CD<br />> 9. What kind of car do you drive? 2008 Pontiac G6, or a Jeep<br />> 10. Favorite sandwich? Turkey-but usually no bread- just wrapped in lettuce<br />> 11. What characteristic do you despise? negative attitudes<br />> 12. Favorite item of clothing? Jeans and a t-shirt<br />> 13. If you could go on vacation anywhere, where? Germany to see friends<br />> 14. Favorite brand of clothing? No preference<br />> 15. Where would you retire to? A log cabin somewhere<br />> 16. What was your most recent memorable birthday? What birthdays?<br />> 17. Favorite sport to watch? Basketball<br />> 18. Farthermost place you are sending this? Germany<br />> 19. Person you expect to send it back first? Kira and Angie<br />> 20. When is your birthday? May 15<br />> 21. Are you a morning person or a night person? night<br />> 22. What is your shoe size? 7 1/2<br />> 23. Pets? dog- Katie<br />> 24. Any new and exciting news you'd like to share with us? I met an adopted<br />> brother after some time of searching!<br />> 25. What did you want to be when you were little? A Mom<br />> 26. How are you today? Great<br />> 27. What is your favorite candy? I am not a candy person, I prefer fresh fruit<br />> 28. What is your favorite flower? Daisy<br />> 29. What is a day on the calendar you are looking forward to? September<br />> 30. What is your full name? Connie Richins Guymon<br />> 31. What are you listening to right now? My husband snoring :)<br />> 32. What was the last thing you ate? Chicken<br />> 33. Do you wish on stars? Yes<br />> 34. If you were a crayon, what color would you be? pink<br />> 35. How is the weather right now? snow and cold<br />> 36. The first person you spoke to on the phone today? Grandchild-Anna<br />> 37. Favorite soft drink? Grape Crush in a bottle<br />> 38. Favorite restaurant? Olive Garden or The Roof in Salt Lake<br />> 39. Real hair color? Brown<br />> 40. What was your favorite toy as a child? A Chatty Cathy doll.<br />> 41. Summer or winter? fall!<br />> 42. Hugs or kisses? Depends on who I am getting it from<br />> 43. Chocolate or Vanilla? Vanilla<br />> 44. Coffee or tea? Neither<br />> 45. Do you want your friends to email you back? Yes<br />> 46. When was the last time you cried? When I got some great news last week<br />> 47. What is under your bed? Storage/Boxes<br />> 48. What did you do last night? Watched House,read a bit.<br />> 49. Fear of heights or deep water? Deep water<br />> 50. Salty or sweet? Salty<br />> 51. How many keys on your key ring? 3<br />> 52. How many years at your current job? Before I retired, about 25<br />> 53. Favorite day of the week? Friday<br />> 54. How many towns have you lived in? 4<br />> 55. Do you make friends easily? yes<br />> 56. How many people will you send this to? 10-15<br />> 57. How many will respond? Hopefully, most all of them</strong></span></div><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyXJFSPhFiwHZRQUJ7KlAyZDRZ9x7a9S4WGnaRHhiLA6TwekCZYjIiV5N8uK0LPR66ToVPR3i-OK160vCuvUQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>The Guymon Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16210134360010452349noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3500690811480509552.post-90385158545277250112008-12-08T11:00:00.008-07:002008-12-08T14:22:50.229-07:00Traditions, or Torture<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLkb60xBy7OnEDKOuS6rgz1zni1BHvfSHTKh1IJNJDuhbWkmiyneTZwtxxHsTEIb4pT0KZIJVxrOCu1PdonU0sBs98Q-pyLFP-zdjheQira3J8AYWwZndIJVS_BcWpe7OsLCa9mbT1Pvg/s1600-h/christmas3+001.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLkb60xBy7OnEDKOuS6rgz1zni1BHvfSHTKh1IJNJDuhbWkmiyneTZwtxxHsTEIb4pT0KZIJVxrOCu1PdonU0sBs98Q-pyLFP-zdjheQira3J8AYWwZndIJVS_BcWpe7OsLCa9mbT1Pvg/s320/christmas3+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277516402197023346" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqlS5tcGlc2XI4jV4NinZ7k71YyOzQxB_fuN26-n61DAWrdBBdcR7FVi8OQn0R3fX3F527WYJR-8FOxl3hC5AL9T00a9yX4FTcy-Lf2g8hFjkuchvUZ6zzO8neGM-1aieCRPz2BQE9H1o/s1600-h/christmas3.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqlS5tcGlc2XI4jV4NinZ7k71YyOzQxB_fuN26-n61DAWrdBBdcR7FVi8OQn0R3fX3F527WYJR-8FOxl3hC5AL9T00a9yX4FTcy-Lf2g8hFjkuchvUZ6zzO8neGM-1aieCRPz2BQE9H1o/s320/christmas3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277516328594187250" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxYnOt07JGdaAAKE768ICyOP-ryuu7h1VczngdG0FXNfP5nF7kyBx3RUqqu0o28OlJxm-QuHnCvPVkI1JW2v_3Nh-t-LML8Dalp5Tiv0XQ4nKQH6H490_pgS5hWPETdEoUFzFbqcBsg74/s1600-h/christmas2.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 247px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxYnOt07JGdaAAKE768ICyOP-ryuu7h1VczngdG0FXNfP5nF7kyBx3RUqqu0o28OlJxm-QuHnCvPVkI1JW2v_3Nh-t-LML8Dalp5Tiv0XQ4nKQH6H490_pgS5hWPETdEoUFzFbqcBsg74/s320/christmas2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277516185823225698" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj38k6QLiaP_aeyNHcp5calSOu020smkVxESKphzVRO7fUa3_-8b588ZnPhWe4QOSXAO2FJntcx5CT4KXUhL_zEWpoaDCLF_WJ1qu_T-ITREvz151I6qt_okvNQw1_cpM0YRz_NIYVp78c/s1600-h/christmas1.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj38k6QLiaP_aeyNHcp5calSOu020smkVxESKphzVRO7fUa3_-8b588ZnPhWe4QOSXAO2FJntcx5CT4KXUhL_zEWpoaDCLF_WJ1qu_T-ITREvz151I6qt_okvNQw1_cpM0YRz_NIYVp78c/s320/christmas1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277516016040271314" /></a><br />As the holiday season is upon us, I am faced with the usual fun, exciting planning that accompanies the frenzy. So, I decided to sit down and complete my list of things left to do. I have quite a tendency to procrastinate, so maybe my idea is if I take the time to write everything down,,I will at least be able to check some stuff off my list. <br />So, of course there is the ordinary gift lists that are always longer and more expensive than necessary, and will obviously be changed as the days go by. Keep it simple,,I keep telling myself. My kids are all grown up, but I still want them to come home and feel the joy of family get togethers. <br />So, in the sake of sanity, what is most important. Certainly as we look back at our Christmas times as a family, it isn't the gifts we remember. But that warm cozy feeling of being together and sharing our love for each other is. Simple,,right? Do you know how hard it is to make it seem simple? By far, my biggest challenge is keeping some of the traditions that have been passed down to me in my youth. I look back now,,and I wonder,,are some of these traditions fun,,or torture? As our family grows with new additions,,wives, husbands, and grand kids,,what will they chose to keep as traditions in their homes? My advice,,,choose wisely. We are flexible in our home, as is necessary to keep all kids here for the same time under the same roof. So, here is a list of new traditions we are adjusting to,,,and the old ones that we still have so far,,even if it seems torture to me!<br /><br />Oldies but goodies...<br /><br />Opening a present on Christmas eve. Usually the pajamas. <br />A fire in the fireplace.<br />Baby Jesus stays in the manger.<br />Explanation - Our little family has been influenced <br />greatly by many associations with our German family and friends. In Germany,,you <br />do not put Baby Jesus in the manger until Christmas Day. So, needless to say we <br />have had to make that a clear choice in our home. <br />Watching National Lampoons Christmas Vacation.<br />Beef Jerky - sorry,,in our house,,,that is more important than any candy.<br />The hardest one for me by far -- Christmas Brunch. I will thank my Mom for this one. <br />We have Pork Chops cooked in cream with biscuits and gravy, bacon, sausage, eggs, toast, fresh fruit, a variety of juices, all served after hours of preparation time. What was she thinking? What was I thinking? I dont even like Pork Chops! And I do this after usually zero sleep. I think if it were up to just me, I would just opt for some fresh strawberries and call it good. <br /><br /><br />There are a few new ones that are being tested, and some that I would really like to add!<br /><br />Now that the need for family unity is a struggle- we have been testing the option<br />of celebrating Christmas Day at our home not on Christmas Day. This allows my <br />kids to develop traditions with their in-laws while still being able to get <br />together all at once and celebrate this families. It's new,,but so far, it has <br />worked.<br />Providing Christmas for another family in need.<br />Sleep. As much as needed. <br />And now,,,how about adding to this some real serious Pinochle playing now that<br />the kids have learned how to play.<br />I also need to teach my kids how to make the caramels, fudge, and divinity that my <br />Mom could make. We aren't a real candy eating family - so this has more or less <br />gotten pushed aside, but I still want them to know how to make the good fattening <br />stuff!The Guymon Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16210134360010452349noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3500690811480509552.post-32920778331343666112008-11-27T19:53:00.010-07:002008-11-28T00:08:50.062-07:00Thanksgiving Vacation<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV3CLkgi1qkf8XpBYmVHe3gX53Z3DQ01CY9SGlhDZ9CJ6Ey44Ek1eFkx7a-a8GI2cOQauRiIUq-48hhgqv0xKalKDIVPT9sCfokwVI4PCADdDjb92nNX-dqqgsqzo8V8i_2T5FO7sqe6M/s1600-h/IMG_1199.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273593714415107810" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV3CLkgi1qkf8XpBYmVHe3gX53Z3DQ01CY9SGlhDZ9CJ6Ey44Ek1eFkx7a-a8GI2cOQauRiIUq-48hhgqv0xKalKDIVPT9sCfokwVI4PCADdDjb92nNX-dqqgsqzo8V8i_2T5FO7sqe6M/s320/IMG_1199.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />We are in California visiting our son Neal and his wife Angie for Thanksgiving. I love the weather, the shopping, the non-stop fun things to do,,an mostly I love being with them. They are such easy fun people to be around! Even if Neal is the boss,,,he is almost always right! <div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV5RZ45XBFxOH58cauDGj60poy72C5mlR5HihDI0PzeHC5CJ4s8o_0andJMBo5bo80fuySLArFX0dIVibSE-QdLqFTqUNAU-ppys8YucGh8mepzrXtW4Q2SMKV9Jp6J7bxL_vdZFDRtvo/s1600-h/Thanksgiving+2008+012.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273549729867292658" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV5RZ45XBFxOH58cauDGj60poy72C5mlR5HihDI0PzeHC5CJ4s8o_0andJMBo5bo80fuySLArFX0dIVibSE-QdLqFTqUNAU-ppys8YucGh8mepzrXtW4Q2SMKV9Jp6J7bxL_vdZFDRtvo/s320/Thanksgiving+2008+012.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjETWs6D13XjzSUf5qepUOmRwgRzFNRX5LEKT5uV8NZzS81qDuTOBGXTz0XoUq6ysM96L58hVDO3gA1rS5Ju3nMEiyaX6jvb5DfduMs1Ux8K6rhM2HoYS33OtZfwMhgqcqEwZJwQ3wrho/s1600-h/IMG_1192.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273549119925734626" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjETWs6D13XjzSUf5qepUOmRwgRzFNRX5LEKT5uV8NZzS81qDuTOBGXTz0XoUq6ysM96L58hVDO3gA1rS5Ju3nMEiyaX6jvb5DfduMs1Ux8K6rhM2HoYS33OtZfwMhgqcqEwZJwQ3wrho/s320/IMG_1192.JPG" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQxUTxyLwE290Bdd37ZsTpD25K_c-kvFtGKaDu6JP_lHzJa9BEqWoKy9xqse2DInkTYQoxD84zF-oK6JmpaMF-aetPxx85Oyg7H79O0SYHBqtztk3czDAKopCNVDYtwj42-_-lzWO57Vc/s1600-h/DSCN0758.JPG"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br />Boyd proudly displaying his bat ray!<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAgjOri14T56hznhkxDhnPZfRJ3HmudLNLQ5Z3YHB7NAKUDgE4IO1JSfEMTb0DaaThPcRXlq0dgSqcZJaXyYSiCFfSSpdYHI6poVS3cP3-kiqVcDR0TdjkSvcaozhV2SZeAMPuA0XfISM/s1600-h/IMG_1198.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273544941893747762" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAgjOri14T56hznhkxDhnPZfRJ3HmudLNLQ5Z3YHB7NAKUDgE4IO1JSfEMTb0DaaThPcRXlq0dgSqcZJaXyYSiCFfSSpdYHI6poVS3cP3-kiqVcDR0TdjkSvcaozhV2SZeAMPuA0XfISM/s320/IMG_1198.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4rtH-iUoitL6VkfTn5elYtrnGWuN9klp8ZLQdVXNQ45zpfTOD39XJw3nKUNQkFLsDjcioMt8a-D02Dw_HzazcXx9au6m_vd0a1INokQjnTmEcKKVyKEvf3nnZOuoccaSmLGCkuIcq0BA/s1600-h/IMG_1200.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273544524213082562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4rtH-iUoitL6VkfTn5elYtrnGWuN9klp8ZLQdVXNQ45zpfTOD39XJw3nKUNQkFLsDjcioMt8a-D02Dw_HzazcXx9au6m_vd0a1INokQjnTmEcKKVyKEvf3nnZOuoccaSmLGCkuIcq0BA/s320/IMG_1200.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU47Moviha9hWDvN7y7DBFuse5U57tdvBV6Nmh4CV7_fTOfvNEDDZU1f2c6e5QRwm1Is7W0IeqED9mrP1PfAW85ghQa36OlgcuZEG1P4H68ujxtgogDi6S30SN0uIZaQBUI_hfLWNmC6E/s1600-h/IMG_1199.JPG"></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>We went to Huntington Beach yesterday and ate at Ruby's on the pier. It was great fun. There was this young kid there fishing, and right in front of us he caught a bat ray. It was really cool. He said they are great to eat. I am not really convinced about that one! But here are a few pictures from the fisherman. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV5RZ45XBFxOH58cauDGj60poy72C5mlR5HihDI0PzeHC5CJ4s8o_0andJMBo5bo80fuySLArFX0dIVibSE-QdLqFTqUNAU-ppys8YucGh8mepzrXtW4Q2SMKV9Jp6J7bxL_vdZFDRtvo/s1600-h/Thanksgiving+2008+012.jpg"></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>The Guymon Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16210134360010452349noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3500690811480509552.post-85312357347812277312008-11-14T22:06:00.002-07:002008-11-14T22:48:35.758-07:00Who makes the rules? In our house,,the stun gunI am still sitting here wondering tonight,,,who makes the rules we live this life by anyway? When I got married my mother told me that to train your spouse, because they will only get away with what you let them. So, I have always tried to live by those rules. I know my kids must have thought they were constantly nagged,,,<br />If your going to dirty a dish,,wash it,,or at least put it in the dishwasher.<br />If you use the toilet, flush the toilet. (trust me,,,my kids only had to be taught once,,and they havent eaten blueberry muffins since :)<br />If you get something out, put it away or throw it away.<br />Never go to bed with dirty dishes, the floors dirty, or the laundry done. And always make sure your bed is made and your clothes aren't wrinkled before you go anywhere.<br /><br />So what have I taught my family?<br /><br />I think my kids really have a faily good knack on the rules of life,,at least in my world.<br /><br />But there is this man I have lived with for 26 years,,,and tonight I had been goofing around and was not caught up with what normally is done by 10:00 pm. I went to the washer to throw a batch of laundry in,,and noticed that he was, laying on the bed in a spare bedroom. Without turning the light on,,I just quietly said,,,what are you doing, sleeping in here? His reply,,,"our bed wasn't made".<br />Oh, my,,what have I done!! I had taken the sheets off to wash them and then got running around and didn't put the clean ones on. As I was finishing making our bed, then I hear him come in the room. It dawned on me,,are his arms broken?<br />So,,the conversation goes...<br />I ask,,why didn't you make the bed yourself?<br />He said,,,I don't need to, I know you always will.<br />I ask,,,who made the rules?<br />He said..you did. You always make the bed.<br />So why cant he make the bed?<br />Because he said,,,I take the garbage out.<br />So, I do all the dishes.<br />and the arguement continued.<br />He mows the lawn,<br />I do the laundry.<br />He says I wear most of the clothes anyway.<br />I cook the meals.<br />He feeds the dog.<br />This could go on all day. But, I realized he is right. In the end,,it would bother me and I would never get into an unmade bed. So,,he just has to wait for me to do it. He has us all trained.<br />Even our dog knows the rules of his world. She knows to never get on his bed,,but she will pick any other bed in the house that is made. She never has any indoor accidents, she hardly ever barks! But then again,,,he did train her with his stun gun. Best dog we have ever had......maybe I better find that stun gun and change the rules around here!The Guymon Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16210134360010452349noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3500690811480509552.post-35065058767840503812008-11-13T06:07:00.011-07:002008-11-13T07:54:01.003-07:00A Tribute to my In-Laws<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7JpelsUuAFRbpMkVazb-vhTMem475nl-hb4jO75us2d6n0r8Qm5XkHZp5Oz6nCW3dM7mnlHs7JzYtLEfvsjOnitcs-NtuwbYSgsoCm_thtWdXPDcObI4l7rNVVTc5aevT60-Cor7NW40/s1600-h/Picture+111.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268139339234642578" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 171px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7JpelsUuAFRbpMkVazb-vhTMem475nl-hb4jO75us2d6n0r8Qm5XkHZp5Oz6nCW3dM7mnlHs7JzYtLEfvsjOnitcs-NtuwbYSgsoCm_thtWdXPDcObI4l7rNVVTc5aevT60-Cor7NW40/s320/Picture+111.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf1Y8KrAR2N_AQS0nhuSnAUl3VoK_ULvlb_T1faCcCOXbKQianDjfvOl84rP0Xbpn7mHCONqV8VpzmHynF_2bBRPFOA1muHmy5fSjzte8XURDNyNeKigf3Z203z9rZ0zxIGcwujZgUr0k/s1600-h/Picture+271.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268134715656685762" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 196px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 294px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf1Y8KrAR2N_AQS0nhuSnAUl3VoK_ULvlb_T1faCcCOXbKQianDjfvOl84rP0Xbpn7mHCONqV8VpzmHynF_2bBRPFOA1muHmy5fSjzte8XURDNyNeKigf3Z203z9rZ0zxIGcwujZgUr0k/s320/Picture+271.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOCKn-nDA7imEZWnCroSAS68QdNDPWRqxQMm9M_6ItII2OZq6R0uqb4sb8-_kF-pD9cAyxYhJW_YBThP5DGGR5GiTQBK6J5d-3Rsn6nWeRWogBD9eJb8oHJj7QplFrMhkDqb-LTrJNIxA/s1600-h/Picture+267.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268134225905170450" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOCKn-nDA7imEZWnCroSAS68QdNDPWRqxQMm9M_6ItII2OZq6R0uqb4sb8-_kF-pD9cAyxYhJW_YBThP5DGGR5GiTQBK6J5d-3Rsn6nWeRWogBD9eJb8oHJj7QplFrMhkDqb-LTrJNIxA/s320/Picture+267.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh3R63yj1y-oK5BJ-05bW6W_JLVz6ZX9GRBkeom4JSHJqOc11p6AbiXSUbzptgLOy-f7wxKfVUVsAY2Ppmxw20-fuaHzYSx11K64-f-PHtzvkm0mbds5BWtEKZTFaPCtyRyCL43UGcDHE/s1600-h/Picture+055.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268134479396563650" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh3R63yj1y-oK5BJ-05bW6W_JLVz6ZX9GRBkeom4JSHJqOc11p6AbiXSUbzptgLOy-f7wxKfVUVsAY2Ppmxw20-fuaHzYSx11K64-f-PHtzvkm0mbds5BWtEKZTFaPCtyRyCL43UGcDHE/s320/Picture+055.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZQnbPuwwOD2qn_MrVBGWzKKb3eA54DoERxoQ64a4_WY8iH-sgvvm2BCfX61S4NljtgvxZPXHNXcNSH6fls56mdSxbVwhfQ1cm_YrFiwlsV2rWHQI4PcKe5MFQAZG9ctn_e4EQ0Exw_K8/s1600-h/Picture+230.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268133636221193698" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 202px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 323px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZQnbPuwwOD2qn_MrVBGWzKKb3eA54DoERxoQ64a4_WY8iH-sgvvm2BCfX61S4NljtgvxZPXHNXcNSH6fls56mdSxbVwhfQ1cm_YrFiwlsV2rWHQI4PcKe5MFQAZG9ctn_e4EQ0Exw_K8/s320/Picture+230.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPNLOXHKxttf67CFhPkDJ0Wv6Nz591eqExnFD44lCQbcRQg5usYW4qVUpjZRbYnxKAunE9fuIXMebVdIgkSpOvjvJTBvFuuQ4Zvg_F_zz09p4upRK7YeyxxIhyphenhyphenh9sOZ5zsEoJlL33kVh4/s1600-h/Picture+034.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268133135836907938" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPNLOXHKxttf67CFhPkDJ0Wv6Nz591eqExnFD44lCQbcRQg5usYW4qVUpjZRbYnxKAunE9fuIXMebVdIgkSpOvjvJTBvFuuQ4Zvg_F_zz09p4upRK7YeyxxIhyphenhyphenh9sOZ5zsEoJlL33kVh4/s320/Picture+034.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisBMnVHaY32lloQtJhyphenhypheng_p1bkST4rBHONEDGKMntME9cEPW-C9tpR0MzJH-81BoxuWowrf2gsZlpfJjFURsibR4IkAUw5LcbNthGFDCCz8qQwEr2fWOxLdpcZeaovgt0viABegrqIjf8s/s1600-h/Picture+012.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268132671471461826" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 349px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisBMnVHaY32lloQtJhyphenhypheng_p1bkST4rBHONEDGKMntME9cEPW-C9tpR0MzJH-81BoxuWowrf2gsZlpfJjFURsibR4IkAUw5LcbNthGFDCCz8qQwEr2fWOxLdpcZeaovgt0viABegrqIjf8s/s320/Picture+012.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>On Oct. 18 of this year, my in-laws, Don and Jerrie Guymon celebrated their 5oth wedding anniversary. It was amazing to me to see how many people came to the reception held in their honor. It was a night to remember seeing so many people come to this special occasion. I knew they were special, but didn't know everyone else did too! They have set the most perfect example all of their lives. I just wanted to give them some credit here for the great people that they are. </div><br /><br /><div>We are fortunate enough to live just a few houses away from them. To many, I am sure this may sound scary! But, they are perfect in that regard. They are always there when we need them, and have never stepped over any boundaries. For instance, Boyd has been very ill this year after having a stroke in January. His health is now really compromised. Needless to say, it isn't as easy to get everything done we should. But yesterday, Nephi noticed that Grandpa Guymon was in the front yard, and he ask us what he was doing. We didn't know he was even there. But, he had just changed the oil in Nephi's jeep. He just knew it needed to be done, and without question, he just took care of it. It is truly a blessing to have people like that in our lives. They never judge us, and many times we really should be! But they they have always just been there to help, never to criticize us. I am more grateful now for them than I ever have been.<br /><br /></div><br /><div>So,,, here is a tribute to my in-laws, that I love dearly and truly appreciate! THANK YOU!!</div></div></div></div></div></div></div>The Guymon Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16210134360010452349noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3500690811480509552.post-81709490251382301512008-11-11T07:52:00.004-07:002008-11-11T08:20:51.324-07:00As for me<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm-lB9XFe2wNm5J6CCQ9UCyqFe79t3J7JCanY2QMd9dQrNKe-Q4MHj0_ZRtxx1W7XRdPnfX3ID5TqUvLW1BDIgyV62j5bh7N6nYAaIOAshGlmrRcIOJdy5lINDubYoPpqwBsBzzynZwvw/s1600-h/timkirawedding.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267420150573626418" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 88px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm-lB9XFe2wNm5J6CCQ9UCyqFe79t3J7JCanY2QMd9dQrNKe-Q4MHj0_ZRtxx1W7XRdPnfX3ID5TqUvLW1BDIgyV62j5bh7N6nYAaIOAshGlmrRcIOJdy5lINDubYoPpqwBsBzzynZwvw/s320/timkirawedding.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUk9HaR6qHViDornytT6Wl_kj0PDdJbF3RXavDnHp04_oknG1ND30Awbr5HLQSJ6E5t21xDi1LP39Dfa3O35fGdKRAfkWP9T4Cbo6XlPbmc5gLw4mACgq6Dhx0vO2NSR29GPqLbL_Reew/s1600-h/Nephi.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267419979028639042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 86px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUk9HaR6qHViDornytT6Wl_kj0PDdJbF3RXavDnHp04_oknG1ND30Awbr5HLQSJ6E5t21xDi1LP39Dfa3O35fGdKRAfkWP9T4Cbo6XlPbmc5gLw4mACgq6Dhx0vO2NSR29GPqLbL_Reew/s320/Nephi.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizP8EWAlSi244EmJZuyvitHJcwvZ2lEMr7luwFw1SQAspAdQ5ecxWYlohCZZ2Dcc2ZhVJtJ2DDDhT8SjlsbG5jgKDqGEFaqKsws5S2P3D29FnyN82PxFQR-FUEytDBrhYRMcI0HkuKMOo/s1600-h/nealangiewedding.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267419892905013634" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 94px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizP8EWAlSi244EmJZuyvitHJcwvZ2lEMr7luwFw1SQAspAdQ5ecxWYlohCZZ2Dcc2ZhVJtJ2DDDhT8SjlsbG5jgKDqGEFaqKsws5S2P3D29FnyN82PxFQR-FUEytDBrhYRMcI0HkuKMOo/s320/nealangiewedding.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpUW8rUdmDBcCf6c6AXW9FagJGGoJB09rsYU7eE-mUm-LVb0A-khgU_zPzChDHDzQKYGQF0HRnCQ4DMvKDh4_-1Jc2gjUMMNoVU_KXlJJLr7r5V7ADgbzRETtzglwdCw8tTHpbShyphenhyphenA4AU/s1600-h/littlekids.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267419766673326242" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 141px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpUW8rUdmDBcCf6c6AXW9FagJGGoJB09rsYU7eE-mUm-LVb0A-khgU_zPzChDHDzQKYGQF0HRnCQ4DMvKDh4_-1Jc2gjUMMNoVU_KXlJJLr7r5V7ADgbzRETtzglwdCw8tTHpbShyphenhyphenA4AU/s320/littlekids.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>My daughter Kira jokingly ask me if I had any children that I hadn't told them about. Good one, Kira,, I only wish I did have!! Although, after having Nephi, you are really lucky you even were born!! For me, each one of you kids have your own special circumstance that makes you unique. Neal, of course, was our first child. All of the learning and testing is done with the first baby, right? Well, for some reason, Neal was always the grown up! I don't remember him ever acting like a child. I am sure his purpose was to raise his parents! Then, it took almost 4 years to get Nephi here. I had been on fertility pills for a year and was getting really discouraged. I always wanted my kids to be really close in age like I was with my brothers. But, he finally arrived weighing 10 lbs. 6 ounces. And that wasn't the hard part! He was born and our whole world seemed to go 100 miles an hour ever since. He started walking at 6 months, was running too fast for me by the next month. So, in the madness of our lives, I didn't even realize I was pregnant with Kira until I was almost 5 months pregnant! And then she came a month early! That was a really fast pregnancy. We often laugh about we don't remember Kira until she was 3 or 4 because we were too busy chasing Nephi! At least no one can say she was a spoiled only girl! At that is the total of my children. They are grown and beautiful. Each one has their own personality that makes our family fit together. Thanks kids,,,you make life worth it all!</div></div></div></div>The Guymon Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16210134360010452349noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3500690811480509552.post-18944074573622646942008-11-10T15:28:00.000-07:002008-11-10T16:13:06.136-07:00Things to ask your parents while you can!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-pwO32dnOIZ7N_-fSmvy4sxfH4L_dHK4QgPoHai8SNkKaWs6fXDifU_DDq2brXnteoczv_Lyjc51G2uuistTGa6HRwmhJkOEwpje875ax_z9bKHDtFZ1Dx0wewJ_WltRzyr6Ynykxsho/s1600-h/Morefamily.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267170646709193490" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-pwO32dnOIZ7N_-fSmvy4sxfH4L_dHK4QgPoHai8SNkKaWs6fXDifU_DDq2brXnteoczv_Lyjc51G2uuistTGa6HRwmhJkOEwpje875ax_z9bKHDtFZ1Dx0wewJ_WltRzyr6Ynykxsho/s320/Morefamily.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZixD2F_7U-MH7sYi0mPJFe22SVgqqj3tpnNLmbyTmreUlU7N0-tw3hOqqMuipKeBG9LXSfA7MOH3lBslI0XDam69laB1vQbAxbzKZfwows1QcfOL_kKy9Rt5yJOuD8QxQqNP9c5Zh40s/s1600-h/allfiveofus.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267170017839267826" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 97px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZixD2F_7U-MH7sYi0mPJFe22SVgqqj3tpnNLmbyTmreUlU7N0-tw3hOqqMuipKeBG9LXSfA7MOH3lBslI0XDam69laB1vQbAxbzKZfwows1QcfOL_kKy9Rt5yJOuD8QxQqNP9c5Zh40s/s320/allfiveofus.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Ok, I know there aren't many things we want to think about, but I am going to bring up a subject that everyone needs to think about. My Mom passed away almost 19 years ago, so by now I am or should be used to the idea of her not being around. But there are still days that I expect her to call and be on the other end of the phone. I was an only daughter, and for some reason I like to think that gave me an edge on knowing everything about her. She was without a doubt my very best friend for the first 30 years of my life. She was troubled with serious health problems throughout her life, and by the time I was married she was in a wheelchair. I know at times I thought I would lose my mind taking care of her, having three children of my own, working, and trying to find time to be a wife. When it seemed to much, her sense of humor always made it worth it. But, although I spent the majority of everyday my life with her, I really thought I knew everything there was to know about her. She was a continuous talker! (Gee, if anyone knows any of the Hillmans, you wont be surprised at that one!) She grew up in Teton Valley where everyone knows everything about each other. And that is whether you like it or not. I think I know more about her friends lives than I do any of my own childhood friends.<br />But, even though her death was not a surprise to me, or any of my family, I still am amazed that there are things I should have ask her while I could. This is my list of the most important things I forgot to ask!<br />1. Although most of her recipes I know from heart, I should have ask and written them down. Because, I am surprisingly losing some of my memory! And there are a few ingredients that I think I am missing.<br />2. Mom wasn't great at writing a journal, or taking pictures like we are all able to do now days. It would be nice to know a little more about how she managed with three little boys and a little girl all within 5 years. Not to mention a very temperamental husband. There are few baby pictures of any of us. What we do have, are almost all the same~ all four of us kids nearly naked wrestling each other. And a few of us dressed up, but Jeff always seemed to have his boyscout uniform on. So if anyone has any pictures of us as youngsters, please pass them along.<br />3. Besides her crazy times I would hear about of her high school friends, what did she enjoy doing? I continually knew of her love of horseback riding. But surely there was more!<br />4. Of the stories she did tell us,,,what was truth and what was fiction?<br />5. Ok,,,and last but the very most important question to ask your parents while you can,,,DO YOU HAVE ANY CHILDREN I DON'T KNOW ABOUT??<br /><br />For the last question,,don't ever underestimate what your parents can keep from you! Just a year or so ago, my cousin Ronalee casually ask me a question referring to the baby my Mom had given up for adoption. It took a minute or two to realize what she ask me,,then I was at a total loss for words. This rarely happens. So, after asking her brothers and sisters I did find barely enough information to start a search for a half brother that I hadn't known about. Well, the results weren't easy to come by, but it certainly worth it. I now have 4 brothers, not just three. I have proudly added the oldest but newest brother to my list! His name is Peter Milliron, he just turned 54, and has three kids. We were all lucky to have Peter and two of his children, Elizabeth and Jeremy, join us at the annual Hillman reunion this year.<br />I am a bit worried that we have scared them away for good, as that reunion can be a bit noisy and crazy! But, he definitely fit into the mold of the Hillmans! He looks like a combination of each of my other brothers, Jeff, Tom, and Joe. And I can truly say that I couldn't love them any more if I had known them my whole life! Of all of Moms grand kids, I have to admit, for me, Elizabeth acts more like my Mom than anyone. She can talk just as fast and just as much! Peter and Jeremy live in Oregon, and Elizabeth in Washington, and their oldest son Jake is in Washington DC. Boyd and I are planning a trip hopefully in the early spring to spend more time with them. Our schedule is easier to arrange than theirs, so it may take a bit of doing. So, here I will show you a picture taken of the FIVE of us. We were at Toms home in Felt. This day was most likely the most eventful and wonderful day for me ever!</div>The Guymon Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16210134360010452349noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3500690811480509552.post-66115848727169658002008-11-10T11:31:00.000-07:002008-11-10T14:26:19.268-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8fvOvgBqxpzDmMNzjKiFELPhyphenhyphen8ulmmSZj4IhYhgnnybVSyKSateClB89Iz0mk-4g3zA6CpwST4HQVy9bnynUb-EEjfjnJThhcy5NL8OgJB6Ph_dkSp63IwspRdNt1q5S799zrHPAkVEE/s1600-h/kirasapron.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267143294097741106" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 139px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8fvOvgBqxpzDmMNzjKiFELPhyphenhyphen8ulmmSZj4IhYhgnnybVSyKSateClB89Iz0mk-4g3zA6CpwST4HQVy9bnynUb-EEjfjnJThhcy5NL8OgJB6Ph_dkSp63IwspRdNt1q5S799zrHPAkVEE/s320/kirasapron.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><em>If there is one thing I love is the fall and awaiting a really good snowstorm. I do love gloomy rainy days, also. But after a bit of this gray weather without a good amount of snow on the ground I get anxious! So, of course it has snowed now and then, but it seems like only enough to make it look really ugly and messy outside. It seems like I am always happy to hear the weather <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">forecast</span> the good snow, but wish it were always the truth. Today is gray, windy, and rainy. It just keeps me watching for the snowflakes to fall. If it is going to cold, at least let it be pretty and white! But I still seem to get the housework all done and the fire going just in case the good snowstorm hits. It seems like I am just ready to store most of my summer shorts and then the sun shines, and it warm and I want them. Of course I could be like my son-in-law that wears shorts even in the greatest of blizzards! I can credit the gloomy weather to much better cooking at our home! </em><br /><em>And speaking of cooking, I am so proud of my daughter Kira and daughter-in-law Angie. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Every time</span> I read their blogs, they are always posting some truly great looking food! They are both inspirations to me. Although I will take credit for the homemade rolls Kira just made! If fact, I think hers looked better than mine did this last week! It is nice having <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Nephi</span> around more to eat the food I cook. Boyd and I had gotten into some pretty lazy eating habits with just the two of here. But, luckily if I am not in the mood to cook, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Nephi</span> has always had a terrific knack in the kitchen. </em><br /><em>This time of year I cook lots of turkey, but I am in search of some great turkey recipes for the leftovers. So if any of you have favorites, please them on to me! I think I wear out my cookbooks trying to find new ones.</em></div>The Guymon Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16210134360010452349noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3500690811480509552.post-22530737479967304162008-11-08T12:33:00.000-07:002008-11-08T13:23:14.290-07:00November - Just startingSince almost all of my family already have blogs, we decided it was time we got up to date. So, forgive us for being beginners at this, but we will learn eventually! Boyd and I have been married for 26 years now, and we have 3 kids. I am sure that most of our blogging will be about them! We can finally get even with them for all the "unflattering" pictures and embarrassing things we actually do!<br />Our oldest son Neal,is 25 now. After serving a mission to Hamburg Germany he married Angie Bodily from Iona. She is the perfect wife for him, and we just love her! Angie graduated from BYUI in the medical field (where she was also nominated for Woman of the Year). Neal graduated from BYUI also, and then was accepted to Optometry School in Fullerton, California. So, we loaded them up and moved them to what we think is too far away! Angie is working for a group of Doctors there, and I think she is adjusting to being away from home.<br />Our next son Nephi, will be 22 in just a few weeks. He returned from a mission to Toronto, Canada earlier this year. Now he is just getting into the school mood. That is, if we can get him to not play so hard! He has kept our house busy this year with all of the "girls" here till the wee morning hours! But, he still manages to work hard and always has a spotless room!<br />Kira, our youngest and only girl, married Tim Cannon. He is a returned missionary and is also from Idaho Falls. They live in Salt Lake City where Tim is attending University of Utah. They have our only grandchild so far. Her name is Anna Jo and she is 15 months old now. Luckily, they do manage to come home often! I fear the day they even move farther away! She does need her Grandpa and Grandma often!<br />Boyd worked as a Deputy Sheriff for almost 25 years, and just this year retired. To be honest, I think this adjustment has been the hardest thing he has ever done! So, we are now beginning a new phase in our life. I think the one thing we seem to agree on is that by next year at this time we want to live in warmer weather. At least somewhere that we can golf. Other than that, our plans pretty much revolve around our kids! Who knows, we show up on anyone's doorstep!The Guymon Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16210134360010452349noreply@blogger.com0