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Words from beyond the grave....

Ok, not really. It just feels like that to me right now. I did finally go to the doc and I have lots of medicine to take, some of which are making me feel worse and some of which render me unconscious. I'm rather liking that part.

At any rate, it's been a while since I've updated here on a personal note and not just my columns. We found a home for the two kittens, Tuna and Buttercup. We miss them horribly and here's the girls holding them before I took them off to meet their new human. I negotiated visitation rights with the man, and he promised to send pictures via email.

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This is the one I'm missing the most. The girls named him Tuna. He would lay in my arms for hours, like a baby, and sleep. His fur was the softest thing to my skin.

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Last week the girls had an art show at their school. Here's Ashley with her masterpiece.
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And Allison with hers.
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In other, wonderful news. The Girl has been accepted to BYU and will be leaving us in late August. She has also garnered a scholarship for herself which may be a full ride. We find out more in a few weeks. She also got a job at See's Candies and will soon be sporting a lovely white dress with a rather large bow. She is not amused, but is happy to be once again among the employed.

The Boy has managed to stay alive and intact, despite spending time at Snoqualmie Falls, as shown here. That's him inside a huge tree.
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He spent last weekend up in Whistler B.C. doing that snowboarding thing and had a great time. He's a good kid.

Here is a pic Lance took of the falls this month when he went for a long drive by himself.
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I'll leave you with two views I see every morning as I drive The Teenagers to seminary at 6:15 a.m. Two views of Mt. Rainier.

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Oh yeah...I went a little blonder this month, in more ways than one. Here I am. Sorry, no smile. I was trying to see if I was getting me in my cell cam.
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And so, life goes on in our household....


  1. LOOOOVE the blonde darling! congrats on the girl getting in school. tell her to pretend she's wearing chanel. that's what i do when i have to wear a uniform. also, the cats look lovely. lying in your arms for hours? how do you do it? bruiser doesn't do that except at the least convenient times possible. your family is beautiful. i hope you feel better soon. btw, my sink suddenly spit up some black nasty stuff. draino time? or should i call the landlord?
    inept renter,

  2. Ahem. I seem to have your cold. It is sitting on my chest, and I feel poorly. Did you not disinfect your keyboard before you started typing?

  3. That is fantastic news about The Girl getting accepted at BYU + the scholarship! Congratulations. Hope you get to feeling better really soon.

  4. Get better..........NOW!

  5. omg! a scholarship to byu is not something they just go around handing out! way to go!!!!!!!!!
    i'm concerned about your health, though. steve is correct. get better at once. AT ONCE!

  6. Hi Pammy, just called by in time to catch up with all the news. Last time I passed by, you had dissappeared and someone was worrying about you. I'll try not to leave it so long again XX

  7. I had a congestive affliction for 4 bloody weeks! I finally started drinking from my little hand sanitizer bottle and that really got the ball rolling.
    Now I can breathe!
    but my stomach feels weird?

    Get better.


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