All It Takes Is a Happy Mom

Heard in Stake conference today from Elder Quinton L. Cook...

he told of reading about a survey conducted many years ago.
The scientific study followed a group of people over 25 years of their life.
The study wondered what factor would make them HAPPY adults....
was it:

success,

career path,

power,

money,

fame?

The answer:

a mother who was HAPPY.

That was the single most common contributor to the happiness of the people as adults.

So, grandsons, are you listening to this...

marry a happy woman.

It will make all the difference to you and your children.

It's Definitely Contagious!

H1N1?
the common cold?
measles?

NYET!

Yawning!

RAH yawned; I yawned. So, I wondered.....

Is yawning contagious?
Thanks to that modern marvel called Google, I found this:

Researchers recently found that yawning isn’t only catching among people; it is also among chimpanzees. No one has devised a fully convincing explanation of why. Compounding the mystery is the odd way in which the contagious power of yawning is largely unconscious. We can see someone yawn, replicate the action ourselves, and do it, all without thinking about it. Other times we’re aware it is happening, though it still floats somewhere beneath the realm of reason and of purposeful actions.

A New Kind of Hot Dog

Miles stood mesmerized as he watched the neighbors eating their corn dogs.

Running next door to his home, the three year old blurted out,

"Mom, I want a hot dog with a handle!"

Oh, dear Miles, I can't wait to give you a hug for that one....so hurry on down for Thanksgiving, and if you want, maybe while you are here, we will have a

hot dog with a handle!

Fashion Or Comfort?

"Those are really cute boots," he said on Sunday.

"Yes, they are...but they are also the most uncomfortable footwear I have EVER had on my feet!" I responded.

"Well, then, why on earth would you wear them?"

Why, indeed!

Because they are: stylish, classy, look great with long skirts...a host of reasons.

That's why I would wear them for four hours on Sunday.

That's why - three days later - I would wear them to the family history center for five hours where NOT ONE PERSON would see them or notice them, as I sit at a computer station with my feet under a desk.

And, why I would cry out of sheer pain/joy when I was within one block of my home, I was so excited to be able to take them off my feet. And, now at 11:00, my feet still hurt.

Why, indeed.

And, also worth asking, will I put them in the DI box, or will I continue to wear them, as I have for the past four years because they are..."really cute boots."

Gene Pool

He is relatively young; late 40's, early 50's.

He maintains a very healthy life style; no sugar, no red meat, very little meat, fresh fruits and vegetable, exercise.

Yet, in spite of it all, he has serious heart problems.

It's in the genes, they say.

For many years, I have complained, mostly to myself, about my genes that left me with:
my lily-white, albinoish skin (we're talking people leave the pool when they see me coming.."it's a ghost!" )
the bumps on my arms (which I recently learned actually have a name : bumps-on-the-armsitis or something like that)
my ultra fine, exceedingly straight, mousey brown hair on a head so tender-headed, I scream when I comb it each morning
my low, low blood presssure that makes me tired and need a nap by just raising the remote to change the channel.
the tendency in our family to be way, way B*I*G

But, in the grand scheme of things, those aren't really all that serious. (I don't mean to imply that I won't in the future get something serious or that my family hasn't had illness; my mother had breast cancer, my father had a debilitating case of shingles, etc.)

What I am saying is this - thank you Gees, Merrills, Stephensons, Kerrs for the relatively healthy genes.

NOTE: let's be totally honest here. This post does NOT mean that I will, in any way, stop complaining about issues with my genetic inheritance.

In fact, excuse me while I lie down. I'm exhausted from all this typing!

Help Wanted

"Grandma, do you know what I want to be when I grow up?" he asked leaving his pile of trucks to run up to me in the kitchen...

WOW, I didn't realize that three year olds had such weighty matters on their young minds.

So I asked, "What do you want do be when you grow up?"

"A roller coaster driver!"

After smiles and hugs, he left to run back to play with his cars and trucks.

And, it left me to ponder, once again, the absolute JOYS and DELIGHTS of children.

Your Pomegranates Taste Better Than My Pomegranates!

RAH said our pomegranates tasted just like Garn's.

I said Garn's were lots sweeter than ours.

So we had our first annual pomegranate "Close your eyes and decide which is better."

We put our juice in one set of glasses, Garn's juice in the other set...then all four of us had a sip.

Garn's juice won; hands down...here's Garn after tasting our juice....ewwwwwwwwwww...sour!