Sorry from Myrna

I stayed up late (early?) and went to bed at 4 a.m. because I thought that I was done with the news and could then put it aside and enjoy my family. We have to publish the paper today. Then I was awakened at 7 a.m. when got more deadline stuff that Alan wanted ASAP. Because of that, I ended up not going to my doctor's appointment this a.m. RATS. I have a bladder infection that has been haunting me for the past two weeks. It is not the kind that does more than cause mild discomfort. Dad is angry with me over not taking care of myself and putting the news before my health and is not even speaking at this point. Oh, well. I am tired and think I need a nap. To bed at 4 and up at 7. It doesn't work. Now I am tired and cranky. 

We had the special fast for Eric which we ended with a big and noisy party for Mel. It is so great having the Boltons here. I look forward to it every year. I hate giving up even a single second with them because those in-person seconds are so rare. I feel like I should be a little puppy-dog and just shadow their every move.

I have been feeling a tiny bit grouchy because I am tired but, I suppose, no one could tell because we all stayed up late visiting and no one went to bed. It is likely that we are all tired. We had a good time together. I have such smart and funny people in my family. Megan and Mikaela stayed awake until 2 a.m. because they were so happy to be with each other and we were all happy to have that happen. (I remember being young, really I do, and having fun early in the a.m. Wait, you say that I still do like to be up late/early? Well, I do like it but I don't do as well with it. I seem to wear out much easier than I did way back when.)

The only problem I had Monday was finding a place to do the weekly writing and begrudging the time away from the family. Writing the news from the bedroom late at night is not an option. Dad won't let me work in the bedroom at night because my tapping keeps him awake (REALLY?). For some reason, it keeps me awake also. You would think, however, that it mostly mental on his part because he can't hear anything else. Lights also bother him and, to my way of thinking, I would suppose that the light from the computer screen is really the culprit.

Braden and I ended up being together in the living room together and we ended up having a great visit and I gave up TRYING to work because that is not as much fun as visiting. I can write every week but I can't visit, in person, with my family every week. 

Mel went running at 6 a.m. while I was sort of asleep. Tell me how she finds the energy for that?  I don't think that I had that kind of energy even when I was her age. I really don't remember that I did.

I am going to make another appointment with the Dr because I should not be as tired as I am. (I am just bushed. I am also moody.) I think the bladder infection is wearing me down. Sorry, Kirsten, for being so short with you on the phone. I do love you.

August addendum: Well, when I made it to the Dr. I found out that I am diabetic. He said it was no wonder I was tired and moody. It was also no wonder that I had a bladder infection. That dumb blood sugar. Now I am also tearful, worried and afraid.

Why my email address now has a Mr. I don't know.‏

Myrna: I was wondering if we are locked into the temple date that you gave Dad. That is the weekend that AnnMarie is going to girl's camp and is taking Erin. I was supposed to have her younger kids and David's boys during the camp. Her oldest kids are both working full time and Megan will be with her. We are also supposed to go to Sundance with Kirsten. We can have her sell our tickets so we don't know. Anyway, we will rearrange if we are locked in but if we are not it would be nice to change by a few days. Thanks.

Todd: I talked with dad on the phone. I need to call Amy after I get off this phone call I'm on with work. 

At AnnMarie's Home for Ben's Goodbye

Photos were shot using a cellphone. They are not the best, but they are.

David was bigger at birth.

David was 10.13 lbs and 24-inches so the baby doesn't seem that big to me. But the couple certainly are TALL! David turned out to be the tallest of my children but he is not a giant.

Their family's still growing! World's tallest married couple welcome huge 9.2 lb son to follow in his father's size 15 footsteps

Wilco Van Kleef-Bolton is 7 ft and his partner Keisha is 6 ft 5 in
Newborn Jonah measured impressive 56 cm - only 2 per cent of neonatals are longer
Their other son, Lucas, 6, is already 4 ft 5.5 in, the height of an 11-year-old
Their daughter Eva, 4, is 3 ft 7 in - the typical height of a five-year-old
By NICK ENOCH

Not all babies who are born big stay that way; often, their peers catch up with them over time. But Jonah Van Kleef-Bolton, born last week in England, is not likely to be surpassed by many of his future classmates.

When your parents are the world's tallest married couple, there's a strong chance you too are going to stand out from the crowd.

And Keisha and Wilco Van Kleef-Bolton’s latest arrival is no exception.

Weighing in at 9.2 lb, baby Jonah already seems to be following in his father’s giant size 15 footsteps.


Al Pitts wrote: Myrna;
This couple should be well cared for when the NBL gets these kids signed up  when they are about 13 years old.
 al

Myrna wrote: Hey, you ARE alive. I was beginning to wonder.


Al wrote: Retired last October.
al

Myrna wrote: I knew that but you must have never been home because I have sent you all sorts of things and you have not responded at all.

Chase Dixon's Mission Farewell

Chase Dixon invited you to his event:
Chase's Mission Farewell
Sunday, July 29 at 9:00am at 850 N Compton Rd. Farmington, UT 84025

It is Ute Stampede and David will be here

If any of you have time to come Friday or Saturday, please show up. 

We did not get subs at the temple, which I regret, but Friday I almost need to be there. I should have looked for a sub for Saturday, but I did not. David and family will be here and I will be leaving them on their own. It doesn't seem right.

 I am one of the assistant coordinators for the Friday shift. That means that I work with three other women and the coordinator to make certain that all the different places have the needed workers and are running smoothly. One of us is over each of the five aspects so, when one of us is not there, it puts a hardship on the others to try and cover for us.

At any rate, perhaps you would like to go to the parade on Friday, the mammoth parade, the carnival or just hang out. We will be here on Thursday for the horse parade and the rodeo.

I think that Julie and family will go to the parade on Friday with David family.

Happy Birthday, Now You Are 50

It used to be you were considered middle-aged when you were 40 years old. That is, after all, halfway to 80. But now middle age has been redefined as 60 to 75. Which is, of course, halfway to 120 to 150 (even though 150 is a goal most people really do not want to set).

For a lot of us, the biggest milepost is 50. 

Now the world gives you clues that you have reached a milepost. 

The first is that you carry a membership card in the American Association of Retired Persons (AARP). You don't just turn 50 in the USA. You are officially notified that you are now old enough to be in the AARP. With draft notices no longer being sent and an alert postal service, the AARP card is the worst thing you can get in the mail. 

All your mail changes. You’ll start getting brochures from the Garden of Memories Mausoleum and Cemetery offering 30 percent off if you act now.

When you're 50, you test drive a Cadillac. 

You make grunting sounds putting on your socks.

You buy relaxed-fit jeans.

You occasionally find that you have to put an extra hole in your belt and that your pants need to be let out half an inch every month (30 inches in five years). 

You drop games where you and the ball move, and take up games that feature carts and soft drinks (like golf).

A hike is a walk to the end of the block.

At restaurants, you can't read the menu (your close vision is shot), can't hear the specials (your hearing is going) and can’t remember what they are anyway.

You mistakenly go to movies you've already seen, but it doesn't matter anymore. It's just as good, just as fresh and new, the second or third time. It's called short-term memory loss syndrome. Another name is CRS: Can't Remember Stuff.

It takes you three tries to call your own kids their correct names. 

You begin to lie not only about your age, but about your children’s as well.

You see a withered old codger on the street, and you realize he was one year ahead of you in high school or (worse) that he was in the class behind you. 

You may experience the onset of grumpiness. You start yelling: “Get off my lawn, you little creep!” And you tell the fast food clerk to just give you an old fashioned burger and not one of those things with the fancy names they have on the menu.

You have never watched the latest TV sitcom because it comes on after your bedtime.

You start watching the Food Network.

You fall asleep at parties and at church and, to be honest, everywhere you go.

You've reached an age where, on your birthday, you have to put some of the candles on the sides of the cake.

Now that you are 50, take yourself by the hand, and turn away from the habits of a lifetime, in favor of a new life. You can enjoy:

The coolest-ever phone.

The comfiest-ever new mattress.

Real maple syrup. (Get the raw honey, while you're at it.)

Shoes that play footsie with your feetsies.

Fabulous teeth.

A catered Christmas. It IS OK. It IS still Christmas, Thanksgiving, Easter, Passover, Halloween, Arbor Day, Grandparents Day, Boxing Day …

Time-share, downhill skis, the gourmet club, and football games at the Stadium.

The 9 o'clock movie.

Do not pay for economy size anymore! It's not economical to buy a bag of chocolate chips that can make enough cookies to stock all the airline lounges in the Western Hemisphere until 2014. Here's to no more … more. Give it up.

Let someone else do it. 

Let someone else clean it. 

Let someone else make the payments.

Let it go. 

Say good-bye to:

Super-sized fries (no one in the minivan to take the last handful, or take the edge off the guilt).

The minivan. Time to downsize.

A one-horse open sleigh. 

A Costco membership.

The gym ultra-membership.

The dog, the shoes.

Those seven, or was it nine, unfinished projects.

Your very own chickens (really, really not).

Another cat.

Another cap.

Another hobby.

A bigger flat screen.

A bigger boat.

A bigger mortgage.

More than 700 calories in one dessert before bed.

Double cheese.

Benjamin Bolton's Utah Farewell

Benjamin Curtis Bolton invited you to his event: Ben's Utah Farewell Tuesday, July 17, 2012, 5:00pm - 7:30pm in CDT at 1396 East 400 North, Provo, UT 84604 This is at AnnMarie and Brandon's home.

From AnnMarie

Looks like I have to go on the adventure hike with the 4th year YW.  So I will leave work at 3.  That means Matt and Rachel won't get to do the parade, but I have no other options.  Alyssa will watch them Thursday night and Kim is taking them Friday while Brandon works.

Michael's Mission Report Date Changed

Todd Trauntvein wrote:

Michael's mission date changed. He is now going in the MTC on August 22nd. He will be in the MTC for General Conference and in California for Halloween. He is still going to the same mission. That makes a quick turn around for us, but it is all doable. More information to follow.

Myrna wrote: When will he be going to the temple the receive his endowments? We would like to be there.

Todd wrote: Hopefully we will decide that tomorrow. We know you want to be here.