Grampa B finally arrives

Kristen and Mom went up to the airport to pick up Dad while I had to stay and take a final, the plane was three hours late, but they finally got him. And here he is actually getting to see Greydon for the first time, ........and shake his hand.



Yeah we can't keep from kissing him either



Grampa AND Gramma B moment



I think we've got another one hooked.



The day before Dad got here started out pretty normal and boring. I taught at LHS and then drove to UVU to study all day for a final that evening. And that was all that had happened by 5pm.

Then I had to go from the CS building where I was studying, down the hill to the Business building for the final. It had obviously snowed, and there was a little warning sign saying something about icy conditions set off to the side unassumingly. But the walkways next to the door were all clear. Until I got to the first set of outdoor concrete stairs... well I wasn't about to BACKTRACK, so I hung onto the railing with one hand and my book and papers with the other and made it down in one piece. ...........Then came the second set of concrete stairs. I made it down about ten of the 15 when suddenly I noticed that both of my feet were up in the air and the railing was no where near my hands. Luckily I avoided hitting my head as I landed, less luckily I acheived this by landing squarely on my spine. I vaguely remember a loud grunting mooselike noise escaping me along with every ounce of air my lungs were trying to hold onto. This lovely sound was apparently ugly enough for a guy on the next pathway over to feel the need to stop and inquire as to my well being. Instead of answering him I just lay there in the snow wondering why I wasnt breathing, shortly after the second time he asked if I was ok I slowly rolled onto my side and persuaded my book out of the snow bank. After the third time he asked me if I was ok I pulled myself into a position somewhere between a crouch and bending over, hanging from the railing that I finally found a little too late. I finally squeeked out two words. "Air" "out". Which he understood to mean, I will be fine, thankyou for asking, I simply am hoping to be able to take a breath any minute now, carry on.

The final went fine, the headache came on pretty quick, but today I sure am feeling the bruises and the muscle cramps and pulls. youch. I called home after the final to get a little sympathy just to find out that my mom had done almost the exact same thing on our driveway while Kristen could only stand and watch while holding onto Greydon's car seat. She landed on her hip, and luckily it is still in one piece.

So much for walking in a winter wonderland.

I also had the oportunity to sing on a Christmas Album! I know! Now to some readers this is old hat, but I thought it was pretty cool. Now before you think I am all bragging, let me explain about this little CD. You know that friend of yours who can't sing, really can't carry a tune. In fact sometimes you wonder if he is just trying to play with your mind because really, how can someone not realize they suddenly started singing a whole different octave and key multiple times during the same song? Well for me that friend is named Jonathan, and he really isn't a good singer, but he sure loves to sing. Now, don't get me wrong, he knows he can't sing, and sees no reason why that should stop him from doing it. I know he's been asked to sing impromptu numbers at weddings and various gatherings of large people. And he'll get up there and sure put on a show. This year he thought it would be fun to record his own Christmas Album and got all of his friends to come sing duets with him. A lot of cool sound equipment later it was really happening and was a blast. I ruined one track when I busted up laughing after I tried to harmonize a couple of times sending him into a whole different key, it kind of felt like a whole different song. His buddy doing the sound was cracking up with me. I love Jonathan. I love how he is so ok with who he is and feels absolutely no need to pretend he really can sing, or waste time being shy about a talent he just doesn't have. This is his outlook on just about everything, oh so many stories. I love learning from those around me.

I'm not loving my voice recorded, but I'm guessing that's a pretty normal reaction. It was fun, I can't wait to hear it, it's going to be one of a kind for sure.