Jerany, my beautiful niece, grown up too fast.

Kent D Watson

When Jesus Christ, the greatest of all, suffered for us to the extent that He bled from every pore, He did not express anger or revile in suffering. With unsurpassed self-restraint, or temperance, His thoughts were not of Himself but of you and of me. And then, in humility and full of love, He said, “Nevertheless, glory be to the Father, and I partook and finished my preparations unto the children of men.” Oct 09 General Conference

My Brother Clint's View on Obama

My brother Clint makes a pretty good argument about what our President has done. Read and enjoy.

"I am sorry for America and who we are. I am sorry I am the first half-black president in US history. I am sorry my wife Michelle is proud of her country for the first time in her adult life. I am sorry I cannot get the troops out of Iraq like I promised. I am sorry I increased the national debt by a trillion dollars that your grand kids will have to pay. I am sorry I called a white cop doing his job a racist. I am sorry I keep promoting tax cheats to my cabinet. I am sorry I scared the crap out of New Yorkers with my fly-by stunt to promote me. I am sorry I want to take money from hard working Americans and give it to those who do not work. I am sorry I sat in church with a hate monger for 20 years. I am sorry I had to denounce him to keep my popularity high. I am sorry i am not a good friend to him. I am sorry I cater to my worthless dad's heritage more than I do my white mother's hard working dedicated heritage. I am sorry I lied about my association with ACORN. I am sorry one of my czars called Republicans a-holes. I am sorry my safe schools czar did not report pedophilia and promotes homosexuality. I am sorry I needed to waste time to speak to the children of the schools when it is the parents' job to teach what was said. I am sorry that I had a beer summit to smooth over an overtly racial incident, all the while promoting drinking of alcohol to the children of the world. I am sorry I won't meet with the general of a war that must be fought to support him and our troops. I am sorry for not meeting with the Dalai Lama- he wasn't on my agenda. I am sorry that congress and I wants to act like Robin Hood and rob from the rich to give to the poor. I am sorry that I was chosen for an honor that is more befitting someone who has actually done something. I am sorry I was nominated for the award only 11 days after being sworn into office. I am sorry for bowing to a Saudi King and stating I was only shaking a shorter man's hand. I am sorry that I made Bill Clinton look like a hero by getting journalists released through preplanned negotiations. I am sorry that I go around the world on your dime to promote Me, Me, Me. I am sorry I would not wear an American Flag pennant on my lapel. I am sorry I would not place my hand over my heart during the pledge or the National Anthem. I am sorry I cannot think of anything else to apologize for- but will do so when the chance arises.

Yours truly-

President Barack Obama"

 

Military Sacrifices

In my quaint little Denali world, I am disconnected to the global world. I was reminded of this yesterday when I was comfortably sitting on a plane in seat 9F. I was originally scheduled for 22A, but I requested an open window seat on the F side because it is more comfortable for me to lean to my right rather than my left. Well, while I was sitting there, hopeful that no one else sat on my row, I heard some commotion about a "cripple". I noticed a very nice looking young man coming down the aisle. He was jovial and laughing about being the last one on the plane. As he passed my row 9, I saw that he had a steel leg on his right leg and where his shorts ended on his left leg, there was nothing but air. I felt like I wanted to jump up and hug him, right there.
When we disembarked the plane, there was another young man with two steel legs getting into his wheelchair. I was thankful the flight attendant had said a nice word or two and we all applauded the military personnel on board. When I came down the escalator to baggage claim, I almost tripped over myself. There, at the bottom of the escalator were 20 or so military men, all lined up, at attention to welcome these boys home. I stood at an inconspicuous distance to watch the greeting. I was choked with emotion and filled with gratitude as I witnessed such a sacrifice. But I was bothered as I was left wondering, how can I ever say thank you? Thank you for sacrificing their legs, their freedom, their comforts....for me, the casual enjoyer of their sacrifice.

Boise State Babes

Brody, Benson, Andrew, Austin and Ashlee
My Cute Nephews and Niece