No One Likes to Blog Alone

Everybody feels self conscious about being the first one on the dance floor. Years and years of stake dances in Amarillo taught me that. And the ones who don't feel self conscious about being the first are the ones that should (but this doesn't apply to my metaphor--it's just a side note).

And no one likes to blog alone. Sorry, we left you hanging there, Dad. Four posts, and none of the rest of us took the time to get up and "dance" with you.

My pants are getting a little tight around the waist. I can't decided whether or not this is still inflammation from my surgery or if I'm just becoming what I eat. I like to think that it's still inflammation. After all, I still get stabbing pains at the operation site now and then.

Happy Birthday, Andy. We all love you

Was our family blog template one that someone chose? If so, I'm sorry. I just couldn't stand it. I don't really like this one either, but it's better than the last. I changed our template, the font, the font size, and added a few little gadgets off to the side. I thought Dad might like the Doppler, but I don't like how it pops out at you when you put your cursor over top. We'll play around with it.

Mom and Dad need to change the way they communicate with me about the dogs. Oh, they're lovely grandparents to the most lovable grandpuppies alive--Dad cooks kibble omelets for them, and Mom gives them motherly acknowledgment when they need it. And they are so entertained by their innocent puppy foolishness. But then they leave each story with, "Oh, you should have been here to see it." Or my least favorite: "That will never happen again." Their taunting their poor boy out of his mind. It's not enough that I have to miss these things; they wave the fact that I missed it in front of my face. Who can say that after 18 years of raising a punk that they don't deserve to turn the tables?

That's my post for now. If I keep them short, perhaps they'll be more frequent.

I pass the torch. It's someone else's turn.

March 24th, 2009 Mom, Robin and Mike were gone most of last week for spring break in Utah, Mike did ski with Andy in Utah and in New Mexico. I worked most of the week on sales, some "social events" (buyers with no money, so it was just a social event) but some good interests too. Some helicopter credit markets are shrinking but professionals agree we have a good inventory, what a blessing to be able to say that in these times. I flew the Mustang every day and transitioned from some apprehension to absolutely loving flying it, very comfortable but I have not lost my respect for the P51, it commands it. It has been a blessing to learn that plane and have such a rare opportunity. We are getting a little closer to some sales, I confess a little struggle last night and this morning but I am back in the saddle again. What a blessing to be indulged by Mr. Hudson and have the opportunity to provide for my family in the same breath. The Mustang needs re plumbing for it's pre-oil pump (new one needs different routing) and I de-cowled it tday but not to miss a flying chance, mom and I went for a ride in the Bell Long Ranger (helicopter). It was a bit windy for the dolly but mom grit her teeth and we made it. There is a young man Joey who showed up to the airport and mom and I took him for a ride with us on the second leg, he just eats this stuff up. I love and miss each of you H A Aa NAm M R and T, ok T&P too.

March 15, 2009, Very soon Happy Birthday to Mike and Andy, Happiest Birthday. I think this is like Wickepedia where Heather can come in and add editing like every other line would be we love Heather, we do love you Heather. Mom, Mike and Robin are visiting in Utah after a safe weather free drive up through Denver to avoid snow in New Mexico. I did some cleaning both at home and the airport Saturday, flew the Skybolt (just had the itch to fly) with Gordon and a 13 year old boy Joey being raised by his grandmother, he is forever at the airport. The week has been busy with interest in all our aircraft and a show and tell on the Lear, maybe. We have many calls on the Super Puma and the Mustang. This Sunday, today, I cooked a big shake and bake pan of chicken, stuffing, beans, squash and brownies this morning before church (brownies last night), I also finished preparing my priesthood lesson. After Church I had Brother Wood and his grandson Ethan, Travis from the airport, the Elders, brother Goolsby, Sara Gattis and Brother Trest all for lunch, what a party, everyone helped. We invited Sara to keep the dirty jokes to a minimum. I hometaught 2 families with Brother Trest afterward, Wood and Robisons, since he very much wants to hometeach and is from Clarendon. I took Grandmother some dinner on my bike and on the way home visited Grandfather and Robert Kenney but neither one said anything to me. I love you all so very much dear family, Dad

8 March, 2009 I've wanted to have a true family letter and this blog is really the answer to that hope. I've been busier but the blessings and opportunities have increased, we are really a blessed family. Maybe we can say that there are alot of "don't haves" in these troubled times but there's really so many we "do haves". I'd been concerned I was not doing all I could and felt to fast, the calls began before I could get off my knees, to varying degrees we have calls on everything we own. Mom really does seem to be dong better regulary. I love and miss you all very much. I am going to learn to do more soon and add pictures too. Dad