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R.L. "Dick" Stogsdill born January 18, 1920 in Cabool, Missouri Predeceased by Mary Jean Gentry A Charismatic and Interesting Navy Man, Chicken Farmer, Boeing Worker, Twin, Brother, Father, Grandfather and Christian Soldier It is with relief and sadness that I say goodbye to Richard Lynn Stogsdill.  “Dick” a.k.a. Grandpaw was my husband’s grandfather on his mother’s side.  Today, it was an honour and a privilege to be with Aunt Sally as we comforted him on his journey to the ‘other side’. A few weeks ago Grandpaw was experiencing shortness of breath.  He ignored it as best as possible but inevitably called himself an ambulance which took him to the hospital.  We discovered he was in Swedish Edmonds hospital in the Seattle area.  Kevin phoned to find out how he was doing, but in true fashion, Grandpaw  didn't  want to talk and wanted to go home. It was found by the doctors that at some point unknown, he’d suffered a heart attack....

The Young Living 5 Day Cleanse has been completed and I can proudly say I did it! I think I’m a pretty good candidate to tell you about the cleanse because I’m not overly health conscious, I’m a sugar junkie and I’ve never done a cleanse before. Five days is a long time.  I would have really preferred it be for three days, maybe even four.  Five was a looooooooong time.  More than anything I missed the ACT of eating.  I missed sitting down and eating with my husband and kids.  Luckily, I didn’t have to prepare any meals.  I had decided to do this while hubby was on days off and could take full responsibility for feeding the girlies. Having kids made it a little trickier.  I never realized how much unnecessary food I put in my mouth.  I lick the lid to the pudding cup, eat the last cracker on the snack plate, and test the oatmeal before I give it…  Even going into shops and stores and habitually grabbing the candy from the jar—oo...

I’m deciding to post this after having a conversation with a dear friend of mine today.  I realized I’m not alone in this feeling. Ever wonder Do you consider yourself the kind of person that can pretty much get along with anyone?  Kind, considerate, assertive, observant?  Yeah, me too.  But then… There is that one (or two, tops) person in your life that you've just never been able to really get along with.  Even if you’re together, it’s not really that comfortable.  Maybe it has even become down right mean.  Anything you say gets misinterpreted and misconstrued.  It feels like you can’t win.  Or, now you’re sadly not speaking at all thanks to a good ole fashioned argument where neither will budge because you’re both determined you’re right?  Or maybe you’re thinking you were a little at fault but so were they but they won’t budge? Yeah. So there’s nothing you can really do to make the situation better, an...

And again I’m sitting up in bed typing out some words to a few of my friends who may or may not read about this particular (minor) hiccup in my life. Alas, Heidi is crying.  She slept for her typical two hours and has been in and out of sleep for the last hour.  For the last half hour she is determined to tell me and Kevin how much she hates… I don’t even know?  Sleep?  Who doesn’t love sleep??  She more or less loudy complaining and chewing into her blankie.  Kevin and I can’t help but share a smirk when we hear her stop, yawn and then cry in protest from her yawn. And I’m on a cleanse.  It’s a cleanse from Young Living.  The 5 Day Cleanse.  The first day was alright.  I suffered a pretty rotten headache later in the day, but survived and feel good as I write to you.  Only 4 days to go.  I’m not supposed to have a lot of food.  They only suggest/recommend apples, pears, almonds, plain rice cakes.  Nothing t...

Long time no blog, eh? Truthfully, I just haven’t made it a priority.  I haven’t made scrap-booking the girl’s pictures a priority either.  Bad mom.  Or maybe good mom? Spending more of my days with just them.  And it keeps me busy and happy.  Oops.  There’s the dreaded word: busy. I also wish I didn't have the ambition to blog right now.  But alas, I’m sitting in bed with my handy dandy laptop writing to you listening to my younger baby cry and cry in her crib.  Why?  I haven't the slightest notion.  This child has been the worst of all sleepers since the beginning of her time and quite frankly, I’m exhausted.  Near tears, in fact.  I know it’s “just a phase” and “some kids are bad sleepers” and all that can shove it where the sun don’t shine at the moment.  This sucks.  And please don’t litter me with all the “did you try’s?” Aside from barely getting any sleep at night, l...