Monday, February 20, 2012

Trip to Yuma & Algadonas

Mel and Jane treated us to a busy three days.

  • Yuma Territorial Prison
  • Swap Meet
  • Algadonas, Mexico
  • Scandinavian Festival
  • Manhattan Girls Celebration of the 30's and 40's
  • Delicious Meals
  • Breakfast at the Clubhouse
  • Walk Along the Colorado River Trail
  • Beals
  • Tour of the Fields (celery, lettuce, oranges, peanuts)
  • Tour of Old Town
  • Laughing 
  • Loving

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Valentine's Day

Finn's reaction to his Valentine cookie, Grandma takes it off his hands, Valentine dinner, Dennen's entree,  Finn calms

Our Amazing Future

A few posts have been made enjoying the humorous events that grace my workplace.  On the other side of the coin is tremendous evidence of a bright future for humanity due to a rising generation of hard-working, motivated and inspiring individuals.  Here are things I've seen them do as their footsteps have trod the miles through university life:

  • attend school after having traveled home and back to attend the funeral of a parent or sibling
  • voice expressions of gratitude for the opportunity to learn and attend school
  • check off  lists of requirements to serve humanity in the role of dentist, accountant, teacher, publicist, business manager, historian, archaeologist, counselor, father, engineer, social worker, biologist, researcher, mathematician, mother, environmentalist, coach, ...
  • show enthusiasm and excitement for their chosen area of learning
  • work full time and attend school full time
  • travel and study abroad in Scotland, Israel, England, Tonga, Japan, Thailand, Italy, Austria, Wales,  France, Brazil, Ecuador, New Zealand, ...
  • schedule school around weddings, surgeries, missions, emergencies at home, chronic illness, employment
  • enjoy giving service
  • commute 50 miles on UTA to attend school and work
  • spend their entire time at school from out of state without a car
  • spend their own hard-earned money for what cannot be seen inside the skull
  • complete their educational goals without genius, funds, or luck - just grit and guts
  • enroll in a sea of 20-somethings as a 50-something with only the memory of classes taken as a 20-something
  • rise above a background of defeat and discouragement
  • sacrifice home, health, and comfort to complete internships far away from conveniences, home and children
  • attend a semester living in the dorms for just one class, with residency and children left in Arizona
  • survive on 4 hours sleep each night two or more straight weeks
  • go it alone
  • set their own standards
  • realize that they are solely responsible for their future
  • enroll in my class because they see the importance of home and family
  • recognize a clean, moral environment
  • say "thank you"

Monday, February 13, 2012

Pork Chops and BLEACH

ReAlLy ????

At work, we provide sanitizing solution 
(1 tsp. bleach to 1 quart water) in a spray bottle to clean surfaces that have come in contact with the meat.

You guessed it, a student decided to spray the surface of the PORK CHOP.

Sunday, February 12, 2012


Tis true!
This can is the genuine result of three university-educated students putting their heads together when using a hand can opener to open a can of tomato sauce.  The student with the opener in hand explained that she HAD NEVER USED A CAN OPENER BEFORE.  This is sadness.  They used our good high quality chef's knives to finish off the job.  I pray that there were no severed tendons.

I love my job - always the unexpected !

Cool Bag


Nurse:  When you get home, put ice on your eye to reduce the swelling.  A bag of frozen peas works well.

Patient:  We don't have frozen peas.  What about canned peas?

Why God?

Where do i turn for peace,
Where is my solace?
When other sources seem to make me whole?
When with a wounded heart, anger or malice,
I draw myself apart, searching my soul.

Where when my aching grows, 
Where when I languish?
Where in my need to know, where can I run?
Where is the quiet hand to calm my anguish?
Who, Who, can understand? He only He.

He answers privately, reaching my reaching,
In my Gethsemane, Savior and friend.
Gently the peace he finds for my beseeching,
Constant he is and kind, Love without end.

Friday, February 10, 2012

Carpooling and the VERY BAD Mother

She was mean, perhaps too mean, but also very tough-skinned when one of her offspring exclaimed, "You are a wicked woman!"  Growing up, she lived 2 miles from her elementary school, wore dresses to school and walked bare-legged through the snow to class.  Favorite memories included wading in icy puddles just deep enough for the water to crest the top of her galoshes, walking of the top of iced-over snowfall and counting how many steps could be taken before falling through, and running like mad when the abominable snowman was lurking on Mount Timpanogos (thanks to a great story-telling big sister.)  Maybe this serves as an explanation for her behavior.

The neighborhood organized a carpool when her sweeties were all in grade school.  Aghast, at the mention of providing a tool for creating soft generations of the future, she politely declined the invitation to join.  The long distance of 5 blocks seemed a laughable reason to coddle the young.  So, being stubborn, tough as jerky left in the Utah desert sun for the duration of summer, she forced her poor children to walk to school through all seasons.  "There is no bad weather, just poorly outfitted humans," was a quote indelibly inscribed deep within her gray matter.

Over the pulpit at church, she shrank low in her pew when a fine member of the congregation explained that because his junior high aged daughter missed the bus (a distance of three houses) on a regular basis, his relationship with her had grown strong with the little chats that they were able to have over the two mile Suburban ride to school.  Ashamedly, she realized that she had been a VERY BAD mother.  Not only did her children have to walk to grade school, but they were forced to walk the two miles to the junior high if they missed the bus and thus those deep, bonding, closeness-enabling chatting moments were lost forever.

In her later years, she mused wistfully with perhaps a tear or two in her eyes as she passed the grade school and watched the long line of cars dropping off children in 45-degree, clear weather, knowing that the cars would return later in the day as the little darlings called home with requests for the delivery of their forgotten  lunches.  She also realized that these beautiful children would be greeted at the door by their lovely mothers ushering them in with plates of freshly-baked homemade cookies.  Her offspring enjoyed no such luxuries.

Despite her cruelty, each of her children had somehow grown into magnificent adults, each tough in their own way.  Their saving grace must have been their wonderful father and the pitying neighbors who allowed them to join the carpool when winds were 70 mph, or temperatures dipped to -11.

Thursday, February 9, 2012

I Consider Myself an Athlete

While conversing with a TA at work, it became apparent that I am not seen as what I think I am.  She is a PE major and VERY funny....lot's of great stories.  As we have swapped tales, the expression on her face as she honestly exclaims, "Sister Smith, I just can't see you doing that," when I speak of anything that involves athleticism:  running, skiing, biking, winning triathlons, canoeing across the Great Lakes, etc.  You get the picture.

Honeycomb Canyon at Solitude
The gym rat lifestyle does not suit me, so in all honesty, I have realized that I am not an athlete during December and January.  Chocolate and high-fat foods give me the cranked up high that thrill-seeking activities deliver other months.

Something about my appearance, or perhaps my occupation, simply does not place me in the group where individuals are pegged immediately as fitness buffs.  Perhaps I shall pump iron.