My Gramps

I started writing this a few months ago when gramps had just started getting sick. At that time the verbs were "is" instead of  "was," present tense, not past. I'm not really sure it does his larger than life personality justice, but here goes it. 

"Gramps"

An incongurity between the appearance of things and reality, this is irony, and this is my gramps.

The irony of an old man that bleed BYU blue, but had an abundance of red cars, red sweaters, a red couch.

The irony of a white, old man that conviced himself and his family, along with everyone else including indians, that he was an indian too.

The irony of an old man that occassionaly chased us around his house with a whip, but really was a sweet, loving, giving, often times quirky, but still loving gramps.

The irony of an old man that called his granddaughters "messy girls," yet he was the one always spilling things all over his shirts.

The irony of an old man that always wanted you to "visit," but really just wanted you to play the game with him.

The irony of an old man that called you a "damn liar" if you called him an old man.

The irony of an old man that spent his whole life telling everyone to "mind," but I'm not so sure he ever "minded" himself.

The irony of this old man, this amazing, funny, generous, silly, crazy, talkative, bossy, sweet, much loved old man, will be greatly missed.

We love you gramps!

The Catch Up

 Ok peeps, I'm back. So, here are my top exciting stories (that I've taken photographic record of) since ya know, like March.

Hot Topic #1:

After four great years together, my beloved Jesus sandals were laid to rest (thrown in the trash can) after having broken the left one beyond repair. I'm pretty sad about this seeing that they were only
$8.00 dollars when I bought them, they took minimal effort to put on, and well now I have to go buy another pair, which James seems to think I don't really need to do. FYI, I broke them while weeding our flower bed that James insisted I do, and it probably would have been really funny to see my trying to make it back to the house with it still on considering the fact that I couldn't pick up my left foot, so I had to Hunchback of Notre Dame it back to the porch.

 Hot Topic #2:

Yeah, I cut off all my hair. This has been a long continual process that I've done my whole life: grow my hair really long, cut it off, hate it, grow it out again . . . repeat. It's been really hot though, so I wanted it cut, but my hair stylist thought I said butch it, when in fact I said "Don't butch it!" And well, here is the resolute. I guess it's ok.

Hot Topic #3:

Ok, I'm a really horrible wife for not doing this post sooner. James graduated! He was really excited to be done, and we were all super pround of him, and now he is an automotive tech at Jorgenson's Ford!

 Hot Topic #4:

James and I went camping with "some" of my fam. Some highlights from the camping trip: James still couldn't catch any fish, Claira decided to be my friend (only when I had food), only my forehead got sunburnt of course, and I finally beat Amanda at Scattergories (life long dream achieved!).

Stay turned for any other exciting things that might happen this summer, like next week when my family has a pool party and Trent and Chad wear wetsuits and flippers because for some reason I heard through the grapevine that Trent wants to scuba dive at the pool. You better believe I'm be posting about that one.