Merry Christmas from Us!

For Christmas our kids gave Wayne and I tickets to see Neil Diamond in Salt Lake City last Friday. After fighting a bad snowstorm we finally arrived safely and checked into our room at Embassy Suites. The concert was GREAT! Very loud, too!!! Neil Diamond is amazing - 67 years old and he did a two hour solo concert with no intermission.

It was fun to get away but all good things must come to an end so we headed home Saturday afternoon in another horrendous storm and were minutes away from being involved in an accident on I-15 involving 33 cars. Thanks to Jaime for feeding us lunch (so we were delayed a little) and the Lord knowing I needed to return home safely to play the piano for the choir cantata on Sunday, we finally made it home.

Christmas is coming way too fast, but I'm not worried. Our family party isn't until January 9th when Jeff, Nicole, and Michael are home so I have extra time. We are excited for their arrival and to see that precious baby, who is growing up way too fast.

Our choir cantata yesterday focused on the birth of our Savior which was beautiful! I hope all of my children will gather their little ones around them on Christmas Eve and tell the story of why we celebrate Christmas in the first place. I sometimes wish we didn't have to worry about the commercial side of Christmas.....presents, more presents, what to give the neighbors that I haven't done before, elaborate decorating, Christmas newsletters, etc. I'd just love to wrap up in a quilt, turn on some peaceful Christmas music, enjoy the simple lights on our tree and read some special stories about the holiday and, of course, our Savior's birth. Kelly gave me a book called "Chicken Soup for the Soul.....Christmas Treasury" which I would recommend for some great holiday reading.

Merry Christmas from Wayne and I here in Clifton who are trying to survive a winter which is starting off as a real doozie! We love our family and appreciate their gift to us. But most of all, we love our Savior, Jesus Christ, and commit ourselves to serve him in the coming year.

PS - The photo is of our "normal" grandchildren at last year's family Christmas party. This is a far cry from my brother's family photo of seven families all looking perfect, color co-ordinated, AND WELL BEHAVED - something I'm afraid we'll never have in our family photos. We love them anyway!

I Am Thankful For.....

We were given a challenge in Relief Society to keep a "gratitude" journal...we were even given a little journal to keep it in. Well, life has been crazy so my little journal is still in my Primary bag but with Thanksgiving this week I need to write about all that I am thankful for.

First of all, my family. They are the most important things in my life. My husband, Wayne, is the best thing that has ever happened to me. He has been loving, kind, considerate, and treats me like a queen. He is the best father to his kids. Since he has milked cows ever since I have known him, he is also the hardest worker I know. I am grateful that he moved his family to Clifton. It has been the best place to raise responsible, good kids that were so busy helping around the farm they never had time to get into trouble. He spent tons of one-on-one time with each of them. Many were the times that they would come up to the house after doing their outside chores and say "I'd have been in 45 minutes ago, but I was talking to dad."

Of course, there are my five kids...Daran, Daralyn, Kelly, Jaime, and Jeff. We loved having our kids around and even enjoyed their teenage years. Life isn't the same without them living at home. We've decided that empty-nest isn't the best time of life. I am so proud of the wonderful parents that they are making to their own children. We are so blessed!

I am grateful for the choices my kids made in their eternal companions. They are all so different, but I love them tons. LoriAnn is a doll, and willing to help me out whenever needed. She helps to keep Daran organized, and that isn't easy! She loves to entertain so the family parties are at her house....I LOVE HER FOR THAT! Even though Shane asked me what I was on when I chose the color of paint for my kitchen, he is a wonderful husband for Daralyn and a doting father for their children. Bob, Kelly's husband, is just plain sweet and always willing to help Wayne if needed. Brandon is the most "prepared" person in our family. I always know he will take care of my Jaime. Even though he says he will put me in a "home" someday, he is frugal enough that he will have the money to pay for it! Last, but not least, is our Nicole. Keeping Jeff sane back in Vet School is a full-time job for her and we appreciate it so much. I love how modest she always has been and how the church is so important in her life. She is a wonderful mother and I am so thankful that she has this opportunity.

Then there are our 17 "Smart" grandchildren...Whitnee, Brookelle, Savannah, Rylee, Scotty, Hadlee, Matthew, Jordan, Jessica, Kori, Amber, Morgan, Brenden, Miles, Ammon, Michael, and baby Kamryn. They are the delight of my life!!!

I am very grateful for my church and my testimony of it. I love my country and I love where I live in it. I am grateful for a warm house, plenty of food (too much!!!) and money to pay my bills.

Happy Thanksgiving to everyone!!!

Halloween Memories, the Mostly Bad

Halloween isn't my favorite holiday but I have learned to sort of enjoy it since my children have left the nest. "Why?" you ask. Well, we moved up to Clifton from Salt Lake City 29 years ago. The mother's in the big city would make an annual trek to Grand Central (like a Walmart) and purchase a $1.98 boxed costume for their kids. Really easy and the kids were happy! All the kids in the costume parade at the school were either witches, Casper the Friendly Ghost, pirates, skeletons, princesses.....you get the picture.

Well, we move up to Clifton and mother's are dressing their kids up as crayons, pumpkins, frogs, bees. Costumes that required TIME and SEWING! I couldn't put my kids in a boxed costume so I had to join the throng. I made costumes and my kids would have to wear them for two or three years until they grew out of them and then poor Jeff, our youngest, HAD to be a clown or whatever I'd sewn for the others whether he liked it or not! I wasn't going to sew anymore!! He soon got so he took a shirt out of his dads closet and went as a "nerd".

Life is much better now. My costume consists of a black t-shirt with the word "BOO" on it and Wayne stays at the barn and is dressed as a poor farmer in the rags that he regularly wears to milk in.

As I recall, we did attend a Halloween party in Salt Lake with friends where I donned a white sheet, painted my face red, filled my mouth with mashed potatoes, and went as a "ZIT!" Sorry if you are eating while reading this...

(The photo is of our pumpkin this year.....a cheeseburger pumpkin! Very easy!!!)

Our Grandkids Should Be Impressed !

Well, Wayne and I did something Friday night that I never thought I'd be a part of with him.......we attended HIGH MUSICAL 3 on the OPENING DAY!!! We were definitely the oldest people in the theater and it was quite an experience being around all of these screaming, yelling, kids. It reminded me of the time that I camped out on State Street in Salt Lake City with some girlfriends to attend the opening day of the Beatles movie, "HELP!" We screamed and yelled through the entire movie that day.

We happened to be in Logan that day doing some temple work and visiting my Aunt Peggy and Uncle Lex and while driving by the theater's in Providence Wayne says "Let's go see what is playing." High School Musical 3 started at 6:30 p.m. and we arrived at 6:28. There were just a handful of seats left so we ended up on the third row. The movie was great. It is so nice to know that good clean shows can be so popular.

Going to see a popular movie on opening day will probably never happen to us again. We usually wait until the movie comes to the cheaper Preston theater, but for just a brief couple of hours we felt young and foolish again! You see, sexagenarians (people in their 60's.....get your mind out of the gutter!) can have fun occasionally.

I'm also quite sure I was the only one in the theater that actually graduated from "East High School" in Salt Lake City where the movie was filmed. The school has been totally re-constructed since the old building we went to school in which was an earthquake hazard!

The Best Day of My Life

Today is October 22, 2008. I want to wish a Happy Anniversary to Jeff and Nicole. They were married on October 22, 2004, which just happened to be the best day of my life - the day I had always prayed for. And not just because Jeff found a sweetheart and talked her into taking him on for eternity (but that was important!) But, this is the reason why.....

Ever since I became a wife and mother I had always hoped and prayed for the day that all of my family would be in the temple at the same time for the wedding of our youngest one. That would mean that they were all worthy to be in the Lord's house and living lives that I prayed for them to be doing.

Well, that happened four years ago. All of our children and their spouses - Daran and LoriAnn, Daralyn and Shane, Kelly and Bob, Jaime and Brandon and, of course, the new groom and bride, Jeff and Nicole, were there in that beautiful sealing room. As an added bonus, my brother Colin and his wife Mary, and Wayne's brother Keith and his wife Claudia, and his sisters Nola and her husband Gary and Elaine and her husband Cor were all there also. EVERYONE in my life who were the most important to me and my sweetie Wayne were in that very room. I was so overcome with joy and thankfulness that I will never forget that feeling. I felt like I could leave the temple and if I passed away right then my deepest wish would have come true that day and I had accomplished everything important to me. About 10 months later Keith was killed in a car accident, a month after that Claudia died from her injuries in that accident, and two months later Gary died suddenly. Elaine passed away Spring of 2007. That beautiful fall day was the last day Wayne and I were in the temple together with our own siblings.

I am so proud of my family and I love them so much. We are an eternal family and we will be together forever. I want to thank them for making October 22, 2004 the very best day of my life!!!

(In the photo of our immediate family everyone was there except Rylee, age 6, who was home with MONO!!! You are too young to kiss boys, Rylee!)

My Dad, Keith Kelly

Today is October 10th and it is the 41st anniversary of my dad's death. I was barely 18 years old when he passed away and that was the first "big trial" I ever had in my life to deal with. I was the last one in the family to see or talk with him as he dropped me off at the U of U that morning for my classes and then he proceeded to go downtown to get a haircut on Main Street. He collapsed suddenly down on the street and died of a blood clot to his lung.

That was such a shock to our family...so very unexpected. He was only 48 years old. My mom was very brave at the time but it was a real blow to our family. Dad had been transferred to San Francisco, and we were preparing to make the move. I was going to transfer to San Jose State to continue my education.

I miss my dad so much. He and I were so very close. Dad wasn't a tall man - 5'8" - and he had small feet, gray hair (which he'd had for years) and he was my hero! I vividly recall going to many Salt Lake Bees baseball games with him, and the countless hours he spent playing tether ball with me on the playground of Uintah Elementary, which was next to our home. He took me and my brother Colin on a river trip down the Colorado River for a week and I learned to appreciate the beauties of southern Utah because of him.

My dad was a huge teaser and I was the main recipient of this. I can still hear my mother saying "Keith, leave her alone!" I have a grandson, Brenden Keith, who seems to be a clone of his great-grandpa in this regard, and very properly named, I might add.

Dad loved his family and turned down a large pay increase and transfer to Omaha, Nebraska because, after visiting the city, decided he didn't want to raise his kids there. He was a religious man and was well beloved by the young men in the ward as he served as our ward's basketball coach and softball assistant coach for many years. A "Keith L. Kelly Memorial Award" was given out for years in Bonneville Stake to honor an outstanding young player.

Dad treated my mom like a queen - they held hands and he opened doors for her as long as I can remember. They were quite young at heart and were invited to the ward "Young Married" events, even when they had a son on a mission! Dad had a beautiful tenor voice and sang with the Salt Lake Barbershop Chorus for years.

My dad would have been excited when we moved to Clifton to our dairy farm as dad grew up in Lynddyl, Utah on a farm. He would have loved it up here!

Dad's time on earth was way too short and I have always felt cheated that I didn't have him longer, but I know I will see him again. I just hope I have made him proud! I LOVE YOU, DAD!!!!! You were the best dad in the world!

My Country

Election Day 2008 is only 1 month away. I worry about my country - I know that it is on a fast decline financially and, more importantly, spiritually. I worry about my precious grandchildren and what this world will be like for them in another 10 or 20 years. So many things have changed in just the last 10 years. We pray daily that our "babies" will be protected, choose good friends, and be strong enough to withstand what will be thrown their way. I know that these little ones coming into our lives are very valiant, and were saved for these last days. I just want their lives to be as fulfilling and stable as mine has been.

September 11, 2001 was a day that changed our lives forever. I was snoozing on the couch that morning while watching Mary Tyler Moore on our newly installed Dish Satellite. Jaime called....."Mom, are you watching tv?" Jaime's panicked voice on the telephone woke me up from a nap on the couch. It was 7:45 a.m. I quickly turned the channel from 'Mary Tyler Moore' to Channel 5 and was horrified at what was flashing before my eyes. The World Trade Centers in New York City were on fire, the Pentagon in Washington D.C. was on fire, and a hijacked airliner crashed in Pennsylvania. What was happening?

"What was that?" I cried to Jaime as the first tower collapsed. My first thoughts were to get Jeff home from USU and Jaime, Brandon, and baby Hadlee home from Ogden (they live fairly close to Hill Air Force Base) - put everyone down the basement, and lock them in. Wayne was milking and had no idea what was taking place. With tears in my eyes I went to find him, and thank him for moving me to this little hoe-dunk town of Clifton where I felt about as safe as was possible at that moment. Jeff had just turned in his papers to serve an LDS mission. I didn't want him to go ANYWHERE! I was so frightened about what was happening to this country that I love. I will never forget that day as long as I live!!!

I write a weekly Clifton Rural Route column for our local newspaper, The Preston Citizen, and the column I wrote that week was actually published on the front page of the paper. Here is part of what I wrote: "I have never been so proud to be an American as I have been this week. Flags are flying everywhere, and I'd fly one if I could find one in a store to buy! Patriotic songs which usually being tears to my eyes have brought rivers this week."

We pray for the leaders, and future leaders, of our nation. I just don't have much faith that either of those running can pull us out of our mess. I guess all we can do is pray for the Lord's help at this critical time in our nation's history. I pray that our children and grandchildren will stay close to the church because that is what will be necessary to pull them through!

(The photo is of the flag that was given to us from the Preston Elk's Club after reading my article in the paper where I said I couldn't find a flag to purchase!)

Happy 31st Anniversary!

Tuesday September 30th was mine and Wayne's 31st anniversary. We were married in Salt Lake City in 1977 after only being engaged for 6 weeks. Wayne believed that if you were ready to be engaged you didn't need a long engagement so we were married "after peaches and before apples" as he had a huge fruit tree orchard that he took care of and fall was the busy time for harvesting the fruit.

We knew each other for 3 years and had dated for 2 years before we were married. We met in the Y.S.I. (Young Special Interests) program of the LDS church for singles where we were both region officers. We dated so long that my family kept asking if we were ever going to get married - "What is taking him so long?" I actually began to wonder the same question. He was REALLY slow.....in fact, we dated for a year before he ever even kissed me. I was beginning to think that I either had bad breath or that he was gay. HE DEFINITELY WASN'T. He had to make sure before he popped the question because he was going to be an instant father to Daran and Daralyn and needed to get to know them and gain their love, which didn't take long on their part!


My original engagement ring Wayne made from baling wire. He shined up the ends and in the relative darkness of my living room it looked "antique". I loved the ring and although it was replaced a few days later with the real thing, the baling wire ring remains securely locked in our safe.

We went to Grand Canyon North Rim on our honeymoon which was an adventure we'll never forget. Since I had worked there for a summer, I figured being that late in the year we'd have the whole place to ourselves.....wrong! There was a convention of Japanese people swarming the place and since we hadn't prepaid for our room (there weren't really credit cards then) and we arrived late in the afternoon they had rented our romantic rim cabin to someone else so we had "no room at the inn". After viewing the beautiful sunset we drove 45 miles through the Kaibab forest dodging deer to Jacob's Lake and took their last cabin. It had 3 bedrooms and NO hot water! Also, the heat wouldn't come on automatically so it was COLD! After an interesting night freezing to death, I put my contact lenses in with cold water and we went back to the park to sightsee. We then had learned our lesson and attempted to make a reservation at a Holiday Inn in Page, Arizona. Noone answered the phone so we decided to drive there anyway. Well, the Holiday Inn we had called was just a pile of steel barely under construction. We managed to get a room at the Lamplighter Inn and after an embarrassing run-in with the maid, we had many memories of that place, too.

31 years later we have 5 kids, all married, and 17 grandkids and are now empty nesters. Lots of water under the bridge, some trials with losses of parents and health concerns, but we are happy and still in love. I feel very blessed that Wayne came into my life and we are trying to grow old gracefully together.

The Peaches Were Done!

If anyone wants a perfect place to live, it would be Clifton, Idaho. The people are unbelievable! They would (and do) stop anything they are doing to help their neighbors. Countless times I have seen farmers leave their fields and rush to help a neighbor with a fire, or chased the fire truck to help fight a fire.

An example: I arrived home on Saturday afternoon after a trip to Logan to take a granddaughter to a volleyball game and then go and visit her brother, my grandson, in the Logan hospital where Scotty has been for three days with an illness that is still undiagnosed. This grandma worries about her grandkids normally but when they are in the hospital it is greatly compounded. I mean, I don't sleep - so after two debatable nights with about 2 - 3 hours sleep I was exhausted. Still, there were my daughter-in-law's peaches to be put up. She is staying with Scotty in the hospital and, as anyone who puts up fruit knows, it won't wait! My daughter Kelly and I had decided to meet down at the house and put up the fruit.

Kelly calls from LoriAnn's house - "Mom, the peaches are done!" Angel neighbors named Sally and Wayne Jones found out there were two bushels of peaches in our son's garage, went and got them, and delivered the filled jars. I was so exhausted, mentally and physically, when I arrived back from Logan and to hear that the fruit was done.....well, I just became emotional and "lost it".

Just then another friend, Mary Penrod, delivered dinner down to the house and Dana Cox and her girls appeared to help with the fruit and seeing that it was already done helped to clean the house.

This is the kind of people who live in Clifton, Idaho! The peaches were done!

This reminded me of the time that our youngest son, Jeffrey, was in the hospital at age three months with spinal meningitis. I stayed with him in the hospital for 13 days while he recovered. When Wayne brought down Kelly and Jaime for a visit Kelly commented "Mommy, we don't even have to buy groceries anymore. Everytime we open the door someone is there with food!" I will never forget the generosity of the people in this area. I wouldn't want to live anywhere else!!!

Kadaphee's Funeral

Our kids had always wanted a dog but their dad continued to say "no". One day I guess they caught him in a moment of weakness because he finally gave in and said "Ask your mom." Well, I grew up with dogs so the answer was then a rousing "YES!" Daran got our dog (an Australian Shepherd) from his friend Jeremy Smith and brought him home. He and Daralyn decided to name our new hound Kadaphee. It took the younger kids at least a month to learn the dogs name.

"Doff" was a treasured member of the family for many years, I'm thinking at least 13 or 14. I wanted his picture to hang in the front hall along with our other five children, but Wayne wouldn't go for that one!

In April of 2001 old age got the best of our Kadaphee and he passed away quite suddenly. About a year before we had got another dog, Bhoutros, from Jeff's friend Mike Penrod. The main reason for this new member in our family, I found out, was that Wayne was afraid Doff was getting old and going to die (the dog had been having seizures and was on Phenobarbital - the pill was given wrapped up in a piece of bread) and dad was afraid that Jeff would take his death hard and, therefore, agreed to another hound. A second large moment of weakness on Wayne's part. (Truth be known, he was as attached to these dogs as much as the rest of us.)

The morning Doff died Bhoutros circled his lifeless body in the garage and whined and whimpered. It was so sad because the two dogs were so close and literally slept curled up by each other. Well, we had to have a funeral for Kadaphee so the next afternoon Wayne and Jeff proceeded to dig a hole up by some trees behind our house. Then Kadaphee's afghan that he loved so much was placed in the hole, followed by the dog's body. Then came the part that had Kelly and I in tears. Wayne proceeded to shovel the dirt back in the hole. Well, Bhoutros set about howling like you can't believe. It was enough to tear out my heart! He kept this up and I finally said to Wayne, "I can't have Bhoutros up at Kadaphee's grave howling and crying. I've got to go and get him another dog!" Well, Wayne looked up and said, "Maybe if you wouldn't stand on Bhoutros' tail, he wouldn't howl." It seems that I was standing on his tail, and sure enough when I got off of it the howling ceased.

This was another moment mom has never lived down and will probably appear in the "roast of mom" that is commonly referred to as a Life Sketch.

PS - Our children have always named our pets, so blame them for the strange names of political leaders. We have also had cats named Bush, Lincoln, and a hampster named Gorbachoff (spelling???)

...and then there was the Olympic Train!

Since I am using this blog as the journal I never wrote, I must talk about the Olympic Train with the torch which passed through our little valley in 1996 on the way to the Atlanta Summer Olympics. (I know that this will be talked about in the life sketch some day when I croak, so here is MY side of what happened that day.)


I had purchased a nice video camera for Wayne the previous November on his 50th birthday and was excited to use it to record this special event for my family, who were all too busy to see it in person. The train was coming through our valley in the late afternoon, as I recall, so I went over to the hill by Twin Lakes and joined lots of community members to witness this noteworthy event. Well, the train was taking forever to come by us so I decided to sit down and wait. Wayne has always said "Never stand when you can sit!" When the "lookout" saw the train finally approaching I stood up and, I guess, accidentally turned on the camera while doing so. Hence, when the train arrived and I turned on the camera to capture the event for posterity, I really turned it off.


Now, when I looked through the viewfinder all I could see was a black and white setting and the train in the picture, but that was okay because it would be in beautiful living color when we put the tape on to play on our television set. So, I never saw the Olympic Train and torch in color. What sacrifices we mom's don't make for our families!


Upon arriving home I was anxious to show this video to my family. Well, all that was on the tape was the ground as I was standing up. When the train actually arrived the videotaping ceased because I turned the camera off when I thought I was turning it on. My sweet family will never let me live that down! I am reminded often about mom's "Olympic Train" video.


So, if it makes my family feel any better, I didn't see the Olympic Train or torch either!

My Mom, Betty Kelly

On August 26th it was the 39th anniversary of the death of my mom. I can barely remember her. She was a beautiful lady who really cared about her appearance. I definitely lack in that quality. Mom had beautiful clothes, an immaculate house (another thing I lack) and many friends. Everyone liked her. My friends loved to come to my house, I think mainly because of my mom. She liked all of my boy friends, even the losers!

Mom loved cultural things like attending the Utah Symphony and many concerts at the University of Utah. She had a beautiful, strong alto voice and sang in choirs and also in a duet with a friend of hers, Al Fletcher. They sang all over the Salt Lake Valley and I would usually accompany them.

She didn't like to camp (that's one thing we have in common!) and probably had a blast doing her cultural stuff the week my dad, brother, and I floated the Colorado River.

Mom never wore glasses and had beautiful chestnut brown hair, courtesy of her hairdresser. She grayed early (that's me!!!) and I don't ever remember her not coloring her hair.

She was a great mom who could cook and sew anything, but she left me way too soon. I never really told her how I loved and appreciated her when she was alive, and I have always regretted that. I will always be grateful to her for insisting that I learn to play the piano, and play it well. I have received COUNTLESS hours of enjoyment with that talent.

Mom died of brain cancer when she was just 47 years old. I was an official orphan after that, age 20, being as how my father had already passed away. She never knew any of her 11 grandchildren or her many great- grandchildren, but I know that she held them just before they came to this earth. I love her and still miss her. I also know that I will see her again. The 26th of August is always a hard day for me.

About My Sweetheart

Wayne, my husband, is the best thing that ever happened to me. We were married September 30, 1977 and he not only took on a wife, but 2 little children who needed a daddy. He has loved them just like his own 3 biological children. He has been a wonderful husband and father. He has treated me like a queen (just as my own dad treated my mother) and he has never been abusive to our children. He got obedience out of them by just speaking, never physical punishment.
He moved our family to Idaho in 1979 to a dairy farm and I'm sure my mother (a very culturally refined lady) rolled over in her grave that day, but my dad (born and raised in Lynndyl, Utah) probably loved it! It was the best move for our family. Our children grew up with chores on the farm to do and no extra time to get in trouble.
Now that we are alone, he tries to take me places - around our home area, that is - and include me. He isn't much to travel...quite a homebody! I was very proud of him as he served as bishop of our ward. He put his entire being into that calling at the expense of the farm, but the members and youth loved him! I'm afraid that he works way too hard on the farm and would like to see him able to slow down, maybe retire, so we could serve an LDS mission while we are somewhat "young". I love you, husb. From your wiff.

Cousin's Camp

I've got to talk about Cousin's Camp which was held last Friday and Saturday. 12 hyperactive grandchildren attended and they had a blast! We had a "Christmas in August" theme which totally confused the youngest kids and also the community when we went Christmas Caroling.
Cousin's Camp is something I hope to continue doing but it really gets harder the older I get and the larger the number of camper's gets. Next year we will rent a lodge so they have plenty of space to roam.
A requirement of Cousin's Camp is to be 3 years old and potty trained. It is surprising how quickly that occurs. We started out with 4 little girls and now next year should have 14 campers. HELP!!! A suggestion to anyone contemplating this idea.....start when they are older!
We have had 7 Cousin's Camps now and we are just getting started!

Giving This Blog Thing a Try

Welcome to our boring lives! We basically have no life, actually. Wayne lives at the barn with about 65 other women (dairy cows) and Carolyn lives in the house trying to keep somewhat caught up. We won't post too often, but want to keep in touch with family and friends.
Our main interests, besides each other, are family (5 kids, 5 in-law kids, and 17 beautiful grandchildren) and our LDS church. We live in peaceful little Clifton and try to make a living on a dairy farm. "Retirement" is a word that is spoken of often lately, however.
Wish us luck in this new adventure. Since Wayne is totally computer illiterate and I am not a whole lot better, this should be interesting!