Crazy day!

So I don't have much time to write, but I did want to post these pictures. As you can see we are doing some remodeling and are very excited. Matt has needed his own office space and we need to get Ellie out of our room so this is what we came up with. I'll chat more about it later. -Rindy Roo


In memory of Papa Dean

Ask anyone I know and they will tell you I love making sandwiches. Whether its a toasty tuna with red onion and lettuce, a grilled roast beef with a yummy green chili sauce, or a simple "The works" deli sandwich with everything down to the last pepperoccini, I love sandwiches. Maybe it's the inner need to feed (others) or just the fact that I enjoy making people happy. Where does this come from? Well, today as I was making lunch for the girls and myself, this same question came to mind.  Here is what I decided.
A sandwich to me isn't something that consists of simply bread, mayo, mustard, meat and cheese. As you can see from the photo above a sandwich involves so much more, and I don't mean just ingredients.  Now I agree, everyone has differing tastes. And understandably so. Just think of all the different types of cheeses, meats, lettuce and sauces. My mouth is watering just thinking about it. However, when I think of a sandwich, the first thing that comes to mind is my Papa Dean. 
For those of you who didn't know Papa Dean, let me tell you a little bit about him. My Papa Dean was a very handsome man. He was tall, slender and had a full head of beautiful white hair. His fingers were long and skinny and I loved watching them as he would write, build, create and play with all of his grandchildren. He was an amazing writer - or should I say poet. Some of his poems included things like "Hi Ho The Dillyhoppers Comin".  Let me share a little:

Hi ho the Dillyhoppers comin.
I know cause rumblesniffer said.
He's got poppers
And daffadilly hoppers
Growing from the temples of his head.

Sound like someone else you know? Dr. Suess, maybe? All of his poems were amazing. And boy could he sing - especially How great Thou art. He sang it so beautifully, knowing when to take a breath, when to sing louder or softer it was almost as if he had written it himself.  And traveling just wouldn't have been the same without the great songs he taught us like, Old Mr. Smith, Toodle-lumba lumba and The Old Mill Stream. Nobody could harmonize like him and Grandma Glory.  And boy did he love his family. You could tell by the family reunions that he was in charge of. There was singing, and laughing and story telling and lots and lots of hugging. We knew he loved us because he showed us. By his words and actions. And I suppose that is why I love making those sandwiches so much. You see he is the one that taught me. And it wasn't necessarily that he put on all those great fixins. It was the fact that he let me do it with him. That I was important enough to him that he would take the time and show me how to do something that he loved doing. Quite simply put, he loved serving others. I love you, Papa Dean.

Thought of the day: Don't cry because it's over. Smile because it happened.



So it's Dallin's week for dishes and today after school he and I were working together, loading the dishwasher. I asked him how his day was and how he was feeling about raising money to go to DC. See this summer Mom and Dad are going to be taking Dallin and Mikayla back east and we decided that the kids could pay for the air fare. Mikayla has been able to do some baby-sitting and earn extra money but Dalllin hasn't done much other than combined fund-raising activities with Mikayla. As he sees Mikayla and all her profit, he has been making less then positive comments about how there is no way he will be able to make enough money to go.  Today was different.
For those of you who didn't know, last night the Arizona Cardinals played in the 43rd super-bowl. And it was amazing. There was not a dull moment in the whole game and those of us that were watching the Cardinals play for the first time, sorry to say, wished we'd have been more loyal fans. "Our boys" held their own as they made up for interceptions, fumbles and some not so pretty moments. Not to mention some incredible defensive plays. We were able to watch it with some friends, and even though for the most part it was just the adults, every so often the kids would come in a take a look to see what all the yelling and screaming was about. 
I didn't think that the game made that big of an impression on Dallin, but I was wrong. You see as we were standing there doing dishes together he told me that the Cardinals were pretty cool because they didn't give up.  He said that we shouldn't give up before the big event happens because maybe we'll win and that we need to give our biggest effort.
So, to all you Arizona Cardinals that didn't bring home the super-bowl win, thank-you. In this mom's opinion, you've done more for my son than any super-bowl trophy ever could have.

Thought for the day:  Never, never, never give up.  Winston Churchill