The FSU loss still stings. Every time they choke or embarrass themselves like that I swear off football. What is the point of not being a fair weather fan, you know? Its just a game and who wants to watch losers. My problem is that I like teams that win just enough to make you think its possible to go all the way and then crush you. It can't be healthy, in fact its emotional abuse.
Its like a TV show that doesn't end. Each episode (sport season) you get your hopes up that something will get resolved but it leaves you hanging. Thats how the money is made. Your only choice is to keep watching, in agony; find a new show; or stop watching TV.
I don't know if I can keep watching, everybody knows the only two teams worth following are BYU and the Jazz so I can't find new teams, so the third option is the most viable solution. I'm going to stop watching and pick up a book or something until they actually give me some resolution.
That is just a sample of what has gone through my head. I'm starting to soften a little, but I'm still not going to watch tomorrow's game, that'll show them. And I'm taking the fight song off of my blog.
Luckily and unfortunately we were in the hospital during the FSU fiasco. Mary Deane had the flu, possibly that flu, and pneumonia. Her fever got up to 104. We, at least I, did our fair share of murmuring; as if MD doesn't have enough to deal with already.
So I wanted to share something that happened when we got home. We had scrambled eggs for breakfast, which we only do semi-annually, and tried to give MD some. She didn't eat it but did rub it around her mouth and it fell on her legs. A few minutes later she had rashes and hives all over, so to top it all off she has an egg allergy.
The next day at the doctor's office we were going to give her the flu vaccination and Ann brought up the egg incident. Who knew that flu vaccinations are egg-based? And that we would decide to eat them the day before her vaccination. She could have suffered a lot more than rashes if we had gone through with it.
Point being, we have felt Heavenly Father's support and love through the murmurable times. He has tried all of us while still keeping us safe. Like I've mentioned before, I used to believe in coincidences but I think He is more involved in our lives than we realize. Next time I think I'll murmur a little less.
There are a lot of things to like about my dad. He knows the answer to any question that I have ever had, from water pumps to taxes. His work ethic inspires me as does the way he dotes on his family (including the dog that replaced me when I left home).
Here is a picture of the first presidency of the church: Thomas Monson, Henry Eyring, and Dieter Uchtdorf. President Monson is a prophet of God comparable to Abraham, Noah, Elijah and others from the scriptures.
My parents have taught me, from their example, that marriage is important, worth the work, and fun. I wish everybody was lucky enough to have had parents that care for each other as much as mine do.
For those who haven't heard, the #3 team (Oklahoma) in the nation just got beat by the BYU Cougars. Just for the record, BYU did not win because Bradford was injured, the defense just played a great game.
Lots of pool time lately. The water is finally warm enough.
MD is oblivious to any and all obstacles in her life. 
We had the pleasure of having Katy stay with us for a few days. Katy has great style, and not just the fashion kind.
I think this picture is especially moving. It brought up so many thoughts. I tried to write them but I think I'll let you have your own.
Head massages:
Although you do have to watch out for breakfast pirates:
Thanks Ann, and MD, for a great Father's Day.
