St. George

I left last Thursday for St. George. I went with 3 other friends that I work with in PTA. One of my friends parents own a home in Ivins and so we stayed there until Sunday. It was nice to be able to lounge by the pool bask in the sun and not have to worry about anything. We met 2 other friends from Cedar City and St. George for a pedicure and then movie and dinner at the Pizza Factory. I have to eat there when I'm in St George. We also spent some time shopping. The best part was just sitting around talking, laughing and watching movies. I had the waitress at the Pizza Factory take a picture, both came out blurry, as luck would have it my battery died when she finished. I didn't get any other pictures other than that one.

Sunday morning when I woke up I had a horrible cough, and started to feel achy, it was a long trip home. My other friend that I work directly with in PTA had the same thing going on. I guess even though we didn't share the same room, we shared this. I was down all day yesterday, coughing and chills. My coughing was so bad I thought I had walking pneumonia. I went to the Dr. today, its not the Swine flu, its not pneumonia. I think its a really bad cold. I haven't been this sick for a long time.

Robert is awesome and stayed home today to help take care of me. Scott is also home from school today with a cold. I hope tomorrow is a better day for the 2 of us, and that Robert stays healthy.

Going Private

To family and friends. I have decided to go private with my blog. If you are interested in viewing my blog give me your name and email address. I'll wait a week or so before I change over to private.

September 11

I had a flood of memories go through my mind yesterday as I reflected back on the events of 9/11. I remember watching the TV as I was getting Whitney ready for school. Robert had left early that morning to go golfing, I was home alone with my children. As the 1st plane crashed into the Twin Tower I was in shock. I immediately called my parents who were traveling that day through Canada back to the United States. I told my dad that a plane had just crashed into the first tower, while talking to him the second tower was hit. We knew then that it was no accident. My parents stopped to find a TV to see what was going on. I couldn't reach Robert by cell phone, I kept thinking he's golfing and doesn't have any idea what has happened. I then shifted into panic mode as I realized that my parents and sister where in Canada. I was hearing reports on the news that the borders to the U.S. where going to be closed down. My parents where on their way to Boston to catch a plane home. My parents and sister were blessed that day as events started to unfold for them in helping them to cross the border. They found another place to cross that was less crowded and allowed them quicker access back to the U.S. I remember I had just finished getting Scott ready when I got a phone call from my dad, he said they made across the border to the U.S. I started to cry as I realized what it meant to be in the U.S., to have my parents home, yet thousands of miles from home. They were blessed and were able to rent a car to drive home. It took them 5 days to get back to Utah, my parents and sister said it was an amazing drive across the U.S. as they saw flags everywhere, they even saw many painted on barns as they drove through the mid west. I can still remember the togetherness this Nation had for those days and weeks even months after it happened, how everyone wanted to somehow help do something for those who lost their lives, for their families, for America. It was a comfort that day as we heard from President Bush, and from the President and Prophet of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints, President Hinkley. The peace I felt as I heard them talk. The city which I reside in lost one of their own that day, she and her daughter where on the plane that crashed into the first twin tower. I remember aching for her family that night knowing that they were dealing with such tragedy. Today I am friends with a daughter-in-law and am in awe of how well they have handled that day, and years to follow. It was a privilege yesterday to fly American flag as I do everyday, but yesterday it meant a little more. I am grateful for all those who continue to fight for our county since that dreadful day, for all those who have lost their lives. God Bless America.