tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16820559319082800702024-03-05T11:37:38.934-07:00Life on the Farm..Oh, Life on the farm is kinda' laid back.......Kris Edwardshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17302940952456444115noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1682055931908280070.post-49180785757083224472012-07-30T08:52:00.001-06:002012-07-30T08:52:33.801-06:00Another year has gone by and I've neglected to post. It is so much more fun to follow other people's blogs than to take the time to update my own!<br />
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Life is good--busy as always and filled with grandkids that give us a reason to keep going. In June, we had a 60th anniversary party for Grandma and Grandpa Edwards. Brandis and the kids were here from Arizona so we had all 12 grandchildren together and it was so much fun! Time for lots of pictures, playing and making memories.Kris Edwardshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17302940952456444115noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1682055931908280070.post-74777354313429437412011-08-14T21:07:00.000-06:002011-08-14T21:07:09.730-06:00Putting some "Spark" into My Life<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDaqylYTS5PdcLVVjSajVI4FsCjfcpq3qIOojiREgDMnFoFm_FrqxQVBzaTpFIpsVR_53N20UVG-cdO-x9SdCjaf8445V1mEKgjaDGaBwgbomkO70yTeaMg6cKGYzoeJMCLETZWhNLkoQX/s1600/2011+August+052.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDaqylYTS5PdcLVVjSajVI4FsCjfcpq3qIOojiREgDMnFoFm_FrqxQVBzaTpFIpsVR_53N20UVG-cdO-x9SdCjaf8445V1mEKgjaDGaBwgbomkO70yTeaMg6cKGYzoeJMCLETZWhNLkoQX/s320/2011+August+052.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>On Wednesday, August 10, 2011, our family increased in size by one 6 year old border collie who has been named "Sparky". I found him at the Meridian Valley Humane Society and waited a week for someone to claim him before I was able to bring him home. He is a beautiful, somewhat well-mannered boy and he is adjusting quite well to farm life. Currently, he has to be tied up when he isn't with someone because our road is not dog-friendly and I don't know how familiar he is with roads but he is a good sport about it. He loves to run out in the hay fields with Glen's dog Joey. Last night we took the dogs for a walk up through the middle of the farm and Sparky discovered the irrigation ditches--he loved the water and was a muddy, wet, smelly dog by the time we got back but he was extremely content. His fur is matted up from neglect so I am working on getting that cleaned up and may still have to take the clippers to him to get it all off. He sits patiently while I tug and pull and brush--like I said, he is a good sport.<br />
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<br />Can we say "procrastination"? That is what I've been doing for three years when it comes to keeping up on my blog. I LOVE following the blogs of others but have a hard time keeping my own going. Lots of changes have occurred since I last posted anything here. Our family has grown by leaps and bounds--in stature as the grandkids have gotten older and in numbers as we have added four more babies to the family in the past twenty months and have two more on the way.
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When we went to dentist appointments, there was a jack-o-lantern and a snowman on the porch of the house next to Dr. Keller's office. Luckily, this year was NOT one of those cold years! In fact, this was the warmest Halloween I remember in the 33 Halloweens I have experienced in Idaho. We didn't even need sweaters as Glen and I went trick-or-treating with Joanne & Brad and their family. Travis and Stephanie came, too, so the three little girls were well chaperoned. </span><br /><div><div><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgicg35pd7-Oxa6CPON7KbycjGyyldxKhiHX751wmKhyzBott2T9vib576NA2UtoqLmdtC2jnhLR3VwEYCK4s8Unm_QCDG8We9r4efTR-0wjUzKNYRsEalYXsOhU76J1k3patwECX0l6cym/s1600-h/Goodman+Halloween+08.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264647644204459810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 253px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 376px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgicg35pd7-Oxa6CPON7KbycjGyyldxKhiHX751wmKhyzBott2T9vib576NA2UtoqLmdtC2jnhLR3VwEYCK4s8Unm_QCDG8We9r4efTR-0wjUzKNYRsEalYXsOhU76J1k3patwECX0l6cym/s320/Goodman+Halloween+08.jpg" border="0" /></a>Halloween morning, Carlin told me that if I dressed up as a cowgirl I wouldn't even have to sew to make my costume. I decided to surprise the girls and took Carlin's advice. I borrowed Glen's cowboy boots and spurs and pretended they were "cowgirl" boots & cowgirl spurs. I borrowed his chaps, tied a red girl's bandanna around my neck and pretended the cowboy hat I wore was a "cowgirl" hat--and my stick horse was well behaved all evening! Who says Halloween is just for kids! There were even some houses that gave this here cowgirl some candy!</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">With creative Mommies, our grandbabies had some pretty awesome costumes. Kaida was a cowgirl, Cole a pirate, Ashtyn was Princess Belle (Grandma Goodman sewed her gorgeous dress). Carlin was a bat with awesome wings, Shelby was a beautiful and colorful butterfly. Sammi was "Jack-Jack" from the Incredibles and she fit the part perfectly with her hair spiked on top of her head and her bright smile. Everyone had a great time and I am sure the older kids are already thinking about what they'll be next year--I know I am!</span></div></div></div>Kris Edwardshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17302940952456444115noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1682055931908280070.post-84568460735122099452008-11-03T20:22:00.004-07:002008-11-03T20:52:47.680-07:00Continuing the "Joys" of Turning 50.....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5QKw3u-_UwM4P8yI7z_CO7oAU1F0ZcIBylOGP4dAjsHSs_vF7on6e0Wpg9Yla9ucVQk2Fzv5C6lP_JS3_mSAn71l-BtexBfZxDCzVw9C4XlZVY6Tzh5kqgcsl7k_CMs0neyFchUvFQeLI/s1600-h/2008+Fall+434.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264638835607219202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 172px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5QKw3u-_UwM4P8yI7z_CO7oAU1F0ZcIBylOGP4dAjsHSs_vF7on6e0Wpg9Yla9ucVQk2Fzv5C6lP_JS3_mSAn71l-BtexBfZxDCzVw9C4XlZVY6Tzh5kqgcsl7k_CMs0neyFchUvFQeLI/s200/2008+Fall+434.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Now that I've kept you waiting longer than planned for the "rest of the story", here goes.........</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">From midnight the second day before, you are on a liquid diet. From noon to 3 pm the day before, you fast then you begin the REAL preparation. Don't let the mild-sounding name "NuLYTELY" fool you--this stuff is deadly! To begin with, you add 4 liters of warm water and a "flavor" packet. Next you drink 8 ounces every 15 minutes. After tasting the first 8 ounces, you literally gag down the rest of the jug over a 4 hour period. After finishing the "beverage of the evening", you wait one hour </span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXtFhbmk_FgFDPG7AnoOAHT0KwC1K0svWNCL0Al6xVvoloDVznlcmFGUcKcPfnjW4b4Td6_aVtCJXpAUw0bUlBKQtVFb1pR6deLz_1pLUfHlg5S7RmapAQVG6uuUntX2gpM-pzjRBsKmk-/s1600-h/2008+Fall+441.jpg"><span style="font-size:85%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264638837825590834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 171px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXtFhbmk_FgFDPG7AnoOAHT0KwC1K0svWNCL0Al6xVvoloDVznlcmFGUcKcPfnjW4b4Td6_aVtCJXpAUw0bUlBKQtVFb1pR6deLz_1pLUfHlg5S7RmapAQVG6uuUntX2gpM-pzjRBsKmk-/s200/2008+Fall+441.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-size:85%;">then take 4 Ducolax tablets. </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>No explanation necessary.</strong> <strong>WARNING:</strong> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">Don't make any plans. You will spend the next 12 hours camping in the bathroom. Word of advice: take a warm blanket and a nice, thick book along as you won't be sleeping.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Our ward's High Priests group leaders decided to </span><span style="font-size:85%;">visit Glen and I that evening. I'm not sure what their thoughts were as I repeatedly jumped up and ran from the room during <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyEwZCH2jNg2_p6f88k8aVTlSgU9C212dxl0r34nhu82DH-UW1v6R2YTvTDmn0qYwn0vE2360VUQyCv1Bjzd_GYuzOOmzR-aCmI6zQiyU9Y5lYfWlD-c2PJjYCStiSPC5HFE39hYN5VWxL/s1600-h/2008+Fall+444.jpg"><span style="font-size:85%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264638846313954354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 167px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 122px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyEwZCH2jNg2_p6f88k8aVTlSgU9C212dxl0r34nhu82DH-UW1v6R2YTvTDmn0qYwn0vE2360VUQyCv1Bjzd_GYuzOOmzR-aCmI6zQiyU9Y5lYfWlD-c2PJjYCStiSPC5HFE39hYN5VWxL/s200/2008+Fall+444.jpg" border="0" /></span></a>their stay. </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">After camping out in the bathroom all night, we left at 6:45 am to head to Boise. Papers to fill out and then my name was called from beyond the door. Actually the procedure itself was a piece of cake. They started an IV and I vaguely remember bits and pieces of what went on. I remember the nurse telling me I could get dressed. I remember wondering, as I struggled to get my foot into the leg of my jeans, if this is what it is like to get dressed when one is intoxicated, and that is all I remember. Next thing I knew I was waiting with Glen for the doctor to come give us his report and then we headed home. I slept the day away.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">So, to any of you approaching this golden age of 50, take heart--the procedure itself is a piece of cake. And to the rest of you--your day is coming so don't get to smug about it!<br /></span>Kris Edwardshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17302940952456444115noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1682055931908280070.post-19144822568563505182008-10-29T12:57:00.002-06:002008-10-29T13:07:12.114-06:00The "JOYS" of Turning 50All you "young folks" are probably thinking, "Joys of turning 50? That is so OOLLLDDDD! How can there be "joy" in that?" And those of you who have reached this half-century mark in your life probably know what is coming next!<br /><br />Check back in tomorrow and I'll tell you all about it!Kris Edwardshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17302940952456444115noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1682055931908280070.post-300840703289572082008-10-08T17:17:00.005-06:002008-10-08T17:24:11.278-06:00She's Amazing!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2mixew9cYxVJ6J3HjKsiL1Nebf9S2a9LIZIVRtL1pzjF68yHh8bGT6dyYboqHnW88zG8ggK4Zf09fCuykrm1uL5U15vvcdVzQAA-z1fxp7yuPslFqL10PNSxHmBq8SvxHLm6kqqMe0i32/s1600-h/IMG_1571_0023Anoname%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2mixew9cYxVJ6J3HjKsiL1Nebf9S2a9LIZIVRtL1pzjF68yHh8bGT6dyYboqHnW88zG8ggK4Zf09fCuykrm1uL5U15vvcdVzQAA-z1fxp7yuPslFqL10PNSxHmBq8SvxHLm6kqqMe0i32/s320/IMG_1571_0023Anoname%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254927249320046754" /></a><br />Go to Brandis' blog and read all about her experience running the St. George marathon last weekend--she is amazing! What a huge committment it has been training for this marathon and then to actually run 26.2 miles--boy, I am exhausted just thinking about it! How can a mom be anything but proud!Kris Edwardshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17302940952456444115noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1682055931908280070.post-81348824936096200712008-10-08T11:48:00.005-06:002008-10-08T12:30:08.292-06:00It's that time of year.........<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwKDty_ah_J6KEGROMnphjQ2UmwTYHiht8KzjEELFbYEzlMBUYxa1OeqJ9xXbLaaV_eywyeiyvbNmwnB1UMpObmTMejfHvKJ_7VEzyVWChyphenhyphenClI4JDyX5hBqrC5K8qtwFn6leh2ZCNIb_NA/s1600-h/tracy+100%25.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwKDty_ah_J6KEGROMnphjQ2UmwTYHiht8KzjEELFbYEzlMBUYxa1OeqJ9xXbLaaV_eywyeiyvbNmwnB1UMpObmTMejfHvKJ_7VEzyVWChyphenhyphenClI4JDyX5hBqrC5K8qtwFn6leh2ZCNIb_NA/s320/tracy+100%25.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254846885594265938" /></a><br />Our beautiful indian summer has come to an end, the leaves are falling to the ground, garden season is winding down and frost is in the weather forecast. Spring and summer are my favorite times of the year--everything is growing and beautiful. Fall, for many reasons, is not a time I look forward to. That first frost that wipes out all of the colorful flowers signifies the coming of a long, desolate winter.<br /><br />With October comes many memories, one in particular that stands out for the Edwards' clan: October 13th will be the 6th anniversary of when Tracy left us. What a gift those 18 years of her life were to our family! Not a day goes by that we don't think of her and how she touched our lives. I won't lie--knowing she is gone is still the most difficult thing I face every morning when I wake up. But I will say that time eases that pain and, while it doesn't ever really go away, time allows us to get used to living with it and that hurt is not as raw or fresh anymore. Memories are such sweet blessings and are treasured all the more when someone you love is no longer with you. <br /><br />The other sweet blessing are all of the angels I have in my life who give me a reason to keep going. First, there are my other four children and their spouses--what amazing people they are! Incredible, fantastic, creative, dedicated, ambitious, energetic, committed, talented, capable--those are just a few words that come to my mind when I think of them. <br /><br />The next angels are my angel baby grandchildren. I thought having kids was great but then the grandbabies started coming along and as the saying goes, "If I'd have known grandchildren were so much fun, I'd have had them first!" <br /><br />The third set of angels I have in my life are a group of Tracy's dear friends who have taken such good care of me since she's been gone. They have honored her memory by the way they have stood by me. Even after six years, they haven't forgotten and they always come to share Tracy's birthday and the anniversary of her accident with our family. Most of the time we don't even talk about Tracy but she is the reason we get together. Travis, David, Andy, Katie Jo, Bre and Tom are Tracy's angel friends. In the beginning, if I was having a hard day at work or at home it never failed that one or two of them would drop by to give me a hug or call to say hello. <br /><br />My laptop is out of commission right now or I'd post pictures of all of my angels--I'll have to do that when my computer is fixed.<br /><br />Anyway, as this 6th anniversary approaches, I want to let all of the angels in my life know how much they are loved and appreciated. Their love, support and encouragement has provided so much strength and hope and I will be forever grateful to them.Kris Edwardshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17302940952456444115noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1682055931908280070.post-57447891193336586282008-08-28T21:10:00.008-06:002008-10-29T13:12:36.830-06:00Camping at Big Creek, Idaho<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnWPUPhko0U4dS3tat0BfHmmK7C7M_lNRca0RzixCLLbyKjSDsisEW8QibqowOUTxwYV1F2z_8Ktun84B-XI1wSjXK215ptEY9cm7CcVX3EzwfODtrU2VXPNMsR6sJu7qShUoFjoUayDJp/s1600-h/2008+08+21_0983.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239782219454096034" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnWPUPhko0U4dS3tat0BfHmmK7C7M_lNRca0RzixCLLbyKjSDsisEW8QibqowOUTxwYV1F2z_8Ktun84B-XI1wSjXK215ptEY9cm7CcVX3EzwfODtrU2VXPNMsR6sJu7qShUoFjoUayDJp/s320/2008+08+21_0983.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoBDhFr8P8LRP_J0_rcx4l1RewheJJsewh8rnVCozvnUDRUbl-p7HvmTdopiAt3-J4XMmuf-0Sf3wBDJJE13iHI3f-a7qTwafPHaqNWp4_d1UiVPzYfSDU-HYtfP2MOxiUQEZeyqngzXDX/s1600-h/2008+08+21_0934.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239782228955529538" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoBDhFr8P8LRP_J0_rcx4l1RewheJJsewh8rnVCozvnUDRUbl-p7HvmTdopiAt3-J4XMmuf-0Sf3wBDJJE13iHI3f-a7qTwafPHaqNWp4_d1UiVPzYfSDU-HYtfP2MOxiUQEZeyqngzXDX/s320/2008+08+21_0934.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKdsGvYc8mb4sEp1rp_a6uqmaTZOcBqub5wnZ7Jl72-Uad8rdCewB9Rf1cf67IAaCBkRhEqbCwbQQ9ELaxwg44qsUuCpvMJlun6VNxpE6Ry7pFc0mTq6svqKh3kS3J-svlIc6fC6wu0U-P/s1600-h/2008+08+21_0962.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239782233644425714" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKdsGvYc8mb4sEp1rp_a6uqmaTZOcBqub5wnZ7Jl72-Uad8rdCewB9Rf1cf67IAaCBkRhEqbCwbQQ9ELaxwg44qsUuCpvMJlun6VNxpE6Ry7pFc0mTq6svqKh3kS3J-svlIc6fC6wu0U-P/s320/2008+08+21_0962.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJsGO-qdJhVXZElIq2L2OXHs_ohHFeRGSs-m8iwYs28ayzaKLfDhEJS2lYsJ_PmgM2XSOmbOtcihO0FPjFdXqliNEzJ-2Qn7Hx1ceqwU-ubJ_2_HBeH_1jAxZ1pkQaA-5nVrLmUBcyWVKl/s1600-h/2008+08+22_0884.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239782245502459506" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJsGO-qdJhVXZElIq2L2OXHs_ohHFeRGSs-m8iwYs28ayzaKLfDhEJS2lYsJ_PmgM2XSOmbOtcihO0FPjFdXqliNEzJ-2Qn7Hx1ceqwU-ubJ_2_HBeH_1jAxZ1pkQaA-5nVrLmUBcyWVKl/s320/2008+08+22_0884.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Last weekend Glen and I went camping up at Big Creek. It is about a 6 hour drive from here, past Yellow Pine, over Profile Summit and down the other side. Beautiful country, other than the devastation from last summer's forest fires around Yellow Pine. We actually pitched our tent on the deck of Tom Stokes' cabin (just in case it rained!) Glen has been to Big Creek many times but I had never been there. We took a hike from Big Creek to Lick Lake on Friday. It was only three miles but the elevation changes 2,000 feet in that distance and the trail is pretty steep. Glen kept apologizing, saying he didn't remember it being so far, asking me if I wanted to stop (maybe he was wishing I would so that he could stop and save face!). (Did I mention that Glen was on a horse when he "hiked" to Lick Lake all those years ago?) Now I firmly believe that sometime over the past 15 years or so since Glen was last up there, someone stretched that into a 30 mile hike. Just around the next bend, up the next hill, down the next grade, over the rocks........it can't be much farther! Three hours after we started out, we made it to the lake. I will say that it was beautiful. Going down seemed easier at first but it was an entirely different set of muscles and, while I didn't have to stop and rest every little bit, those muscles got a workout, too. The next morning I literally couldn't walk. In fact, for two days I could barely shuffle around. Glen thought it was pretty funny and of course he was laughing WITH me and not AT me! </div><div></div><div>There were several abandoned cabins--some constructed from logs, others a little "newer" but in similar stages of deterioration. They fit into their surroundings as if they've always been there. One of the cabins had an amazing old fashioned cook stove along with some other furniture that was probably beautiful before the cabin was inhabited by chipmunks and other such critters. Can you imagine the stories some of those cabin walls could tell of days gone by?<br /></div><div>We listened to a couple audiobooks which made the drive seem shorter, enjoyed camp cooking, didn't enjoy the outhouse experience or the hard frost we woke up to Friday morning, savored the fresh mountain air and the peace and quiet and serenity that comes with that territory. It was a great trip--refreshing, renewing and much needed. Now it is back to the real world, school, and life.</div>Kris Edwardshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17302940952456444115noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1682055931908280070.post-36325866610991804142008-08-28T19:59:00.004-06:002008-08-28T21:04:07.299-06:00School days.......again!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh82TdrHbKeHXVM-ELIwwkl4jHcEznJUmF_nsJP4MEBz4tNbVPzWqG42VNwpguPJ4sZ3POdkPob1969Cs9v1454J6TBENBDYpvplXEdBQ9VmOrMtne8-TH9bzz8fLGdSfESfYCybruYYGUK/s1600-h/Summer+2007+463.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239760776504511538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh82TdrHbKeHXVM-ELIwwkl4jHcEznJUmF_nsJP4MEBz4tNbVPzWqG42VNwpguPJ4sZ3POdkPob1969Cs9v1454J6TBENBDYpvplXEdBQ9VmOrMtne8-TH9bzz8fLGdSfESfYCybruYYGUK/s320/Summer+2007+463.JPG" border="0" /></a> Tradition at our house is a "first day of school" picture--this is last year's that Corey insisted on taking.<br /><div> Classes started at Boise State again this week. After just four days, I find myself wondering if I have bit off more than I can chew! Why is it that every professor acts as if THEIR class is your ONLY class and piles on the assignments accordingly?<br />My day begins at 7:40 with an aerobics class (which, by the way, would be a great place for young men to meet women as the ratio is 2:40). Is it possible to flunk a fitness assessment? If so, I pretty much did just that! But there is a bright side to everything, right? From the bottom, the only direction to go is up--I will do better because I couldn't have done much worse. How pathetic I am! Here Brandis is training for a marathon and runs for literally miles and hours at a time but I can't complete a single pushup correctly, my knees give out after 10 rounds on the "beep" test, (the class star completed 141 rounds if that tells you anything!). But, as I said, I can only go up from here.</div><div> </div><div>I do have other classes besides aerobics. Intermediate Algebra, English Literature, civil war to present, History, civil war to present, Biology and a to go with it, and two one-credit Healthstudies workshops that will be held three Saturdays each, one being stress management, the other positive thinking and happiness. It will be an interesting semester. </div><div> </div><div>If there are any of you toying with the idea of returning to college, I highly recommend it. It is a bit intimidating at times (can I really remember any of what I am reading? can you really teach an old dog new tricks?) but it is great to be making the old brain work hard again and to be doing something for myself that I have always wanted to do. If you are thinking about going back, I say go for it!</div>Kris Edwardshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17302940952456444115noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1682055931908280070.post-30723983940055183762008-07-25T22:57:00.000-06:002008-07-25T23:00:39.410-06:00I'll give it a go.......<span style="font-family:verdana;">After enjoying the blogs of others for awhile, I decided it is time to give it a go myself and see what I can come up with. My favorite subject is my kids and grandkids so take this as fair warning--Grandmas have a tendency to be a little biased where grandchildren are concerned in that no one else's are quite as cute or as smart or as wonderful. </span>Kris Edwardshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17302940952456444115noreply@blogger.com1