Kristi

When Daughter #2 was in high school she acquired a new friend by the name of Kristi. Kristi was the type of person who was immediately likable -- she didn't require any "get-to-know-me" time. She enjoyed having fun. A lot of fun. In fact, there were some who said (okay, I said it) that she was a little silly. But that's what I liked about her. She and Daughter #2 did a lot of crazy things during their high school years. Kristi got married young and had twins within the year. I remember saying, "I can't believe Kristi's going to be a mother!"

We've only seen Kristi a few times over the years, so imagine how surprised and happy we were when she showed up at church and told us she and her husband Dave, and their three kids, were moving into our ward. We could hardly wait to have them over for dinner. I was curious to see what kind of mother Kristi would be. What would her husband be like? What would her kids be like? We were not disappointed: they were all so happy, helpful and, yes, a little silly.

After dinner Kristi entertained us with crazy stories about her and Daughter #2. We also played a few riotous table games. This was the perfect crowd for "PIT" -- except for that one person who kept cheating!!




I love these guys!

Dixie

Happy Birthday Daughter #2

How could this sweet little girl be 26 years old already? And how could her mother forget to wish her a happy birthday the first time she called her today? Hope this little birthday pictorial makes up for it.


Christmas morning - 5 years old.


She always wanted to be a mother.


First day of Kindergarten with Daughter #1.


Baptismal Day.


Grade Six.


About Grade Eight.


Grade Ten.


Visiting from college.


On her wedding day (obviously).


With her whole family.

And my personal favorite:


Weighing in at 97 pounds after her long stint in and out of the hospital. We thought a little dip into the tickle trunk would boost her spirits.

Happy birthday, sweetie! Love, ya!



Dixie

CFR

It was that time of year again -- the Canadian Finals Rodeo here in Edmonton. Many of the businesses in town get into the spirit of things by having their employees dress in western clothing, throwing a bale of hay and a saddle into the corner of their reception area, or hanging a banner to welcome the rodeo contestants to town. Even the newspaper has an entire section devoted to all things rodeo. Our family has never really gotten into the whole western culture, but we had some visitors who really have.

Kim and Mel, along with their two youngest children, Clint and Whitney, came to stay with us for a couple of days. The purpose of their visit: to go to the rodeo. They had some really good seats and were able to catch two nights of rodeo action. I got a kick out of this scenario when I woke up the next morning:




Clint and Whitney are really into the rodeo scene, competing almost every weekend. In fact, they're to the point where they've started to win some serious money and prizes. I'm sure that one of these days we'll be going to the CFR to watch them competing with the big guns. I may even have to let The Mr. get those boots and hat he's been talking about.

Dixie

Wouldn't It Be Nice?

Early this morning I took The Mr. to the hospital for a little pre-scheduled day surgery. For as long as I've known him, he's had a lump on his left shoulder. Every time he sees a doctor, they always want to send him in to have it tested. For cancer maybe? And every time the results come back, it's always the same thing: a fat deposit. So finally this latest doctor decided that it should be cut out. So that's what I took him in for today. Just in and out in a couple of hours to get the fat cut out! As I was talking on the phone to Daughter #2 about this, she said, "Wouldn't it be nice? To just have all your fat deposited in one little area, and then just go in to have it cut out."

I could live with that!




Feel better soon, honey!

Dixie