tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-153008882024-03-07T00:53:55.961-07:00Knights of the Shag CarpetSageHenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00342958806541005811noreply@blogger.comBlogger527125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15300888.post-71458209962265392272009-12-08T18:18:00.002-07:002009-12-08T18:25:18.851-07:00Happy Birthday Alleen<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhup0N3jfrRfcbDLJyosgcfdMfZhMHCIMJ-BEQb6FsXKnn3zlriDfv0rjePcKQdx4XPbpNbBew9M97bWz8_mWFWPT8VzcNc_7F7xNQsElfi5WG408mbGhTX0TE4ogYlOePJK9-N/s1600-h/IMG_1067.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhup0N3jfrRfcbDLJyosgcfdMfZhMHCIMJ-BEQb6FsXKnn3zlriDfv0rjePcKQdx4XPbpNbBew9M97bWz8_mWFWPT8VzcNc_7F7xNQsElfi5WG408mbGhTX0TE4ogYlOePJK9-N/s200/IMG_1067.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413041384572929586" /></a><br />Sixteen years ago, you had a birthday and then a three days later you became my eternal companion. We miss you more than most people realize. You were the yin to my yang. I miss you so much that it hurts sometimes. When I look at our children and I watch them doing things that only could have come from you, the pain lessens just enough to keep going. Happy Birthday, Love. I miss you.SageHenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00342958806541005811noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15300888.post-69991395928177917672009-09-12T10:08:00.002-06:002009-09-12T10:12:49.116-06:00Happy Birthday Logan!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHMX5wz0mpW1JVhpGWShsQygmupckmr4_HbRYrAKsDGAELjtKnws1P_-aTV6xPru6cRiPzoj3y3vU618qbUCwQHu2Tm-av7ss6HfBKEP3VAKdmr64a2bz6snZVlvLcrNDNB1jN/s1600-h/Logans+pillow+hair.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 153px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHMX5wz0mpW1JVhpGWShsQygmupckmr4_HbRYrAKsDGAELjtKnws1P_-aTV6xPru6cRiPzoj3y3vU618qbUCwQHu2Tm-av7ss6HfBKEP3VAKdmr64a2bz6snZVlvLcrNDNB1jN/s200/Logans+pillow+hair.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380614599049081442" /></a><br />Today is Logan 15 birthday. It was fifteen years ago that Alleen gave birth to our #1 son. She would be so proud of him. A high school Freshman, soon to be an Eagle Scout, and faithfully honoring his Priesthood. I know that she is looking down at him with a big smile and lots of tears for missing this part of his life. Happy birthday Logan!!!SageHenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00342958806541005811noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15300888.post-23653397830242398942009-08-03T19:40:00.005-06:002009-08-03T19:49:39.170-06:00It's been 2 Years<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-SydcpHeok6Ed5O2LuRCc7nKU9uHmP9bVEmPmMMxqKxvJ-P1Amd6mogXIK870gL_61MucSutFK33o2O9ErvWk7iI3uyHDm_EPesW4nCKJVOK3yqHs-d8XlrKYzq_ocd4vi8xn/s1600-h/headstone2.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-SydcpHeok6Ed5O2LuRCc7nKU9uHmP9bVEmPmMMxqKxvJ-P1Amd6mogXIK870gL_61MucSutFK33o2O9ErvWk7iI3uyHDm_EPesW4nCKJVOK3yqHs-d8XlrKYzq_ocd4vi8xn/s200/headstone2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365919317907638210" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7tJZLvEuoxnNT7vTyu1rUDGrNK_xFfcgTEncG6w0b8p3xUICvyPzjoQ59m_Qojnk0QPp4R9cJwxcZUrJ12yxawzTaFcexAnCtI5hUxEDFF416ItiZb9CUIP7YxYHRBOj0YrQ3gQ/s1600-h/Headstone1.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7tJZLvEuoxnNT7vTyu1rUDGrNK_xFfcgTEncG6w0b8p3xUICvyPzjoQ59m_Qojnk0QPp4R9cJwxcZUrJ12yxawzTaFcexAnCtI5hUxEDFF416ItiZb9CUIP7YxYHRBOj0YrQ3gQ/s200/Headstone1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365919225362912306" /></a><br />It's been 2 years since Alleen passed away. 2 years since we last talked and shared insights about the economy, politics and just life in general. We made a quick trip to put flowers on her grave today. We got some silk Dutch Irises, and a silk sunflower. She really liked Dutch irises and sunflowers. We also put a sprig of white lilies in with the flowers. The lilies were for Duncan our son who is buried with Alleen. They were able to disinter his casket and put in with her, so his casket is between her feet. It was almost 12 years ago when he was born too soon and passed away. So when I had the chance to bury him along with her, I took it, and now they are together both in body and in spirit. We miss you!!SageHenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00342958806541005811noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15300888.post-51485896942209121032009-05-10T06:53:00.005-06:002009-05-10T07:03:16.438-06:00Happy Mother's Day<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaK51kkxNrcgAFHIaupdOCN0IXazrkyQjywJS5onBEEe-2YHsqqybqKGu4IZVEXK5IPG5cDSKBw_UsCdjEcORGoEVUyM-Az0Ne63qelv-DSJRZea4QgC6i7VTgHBj9U-a_0imUAg/s1600-h/100_0082.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaK51kkxNrcgAFHIaupdOCN0IXazrkyQjywJS5onBEEe-2YHsqqybqKGu4IZVEXK5IPG5cDSKBw_UsCdjEcORGoEVUyM-Az0Ne63qelv-DSJRZea4QgC6i7VTgHBj9U-a_0imUAg/s200/100_0082.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334179777094108658" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWM7kTUU5yvuyuOtQjCsBjtVNuKbyQYZ5FBClPNywiF4_vXjmzD8mOMuC_q5qTxquUF-3l8Y1FeoIK_g6h5gX0N6fH-10aa1_eC8r1QeTZV-NYXbCGUuPob7YlgjSnq3QWcdVEhg/s1600-h/IM000130.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWM7kTUU5yvuyuOtQjCsBjtVNuKbyQYZ5FBClPNywiF4_vXjmzD8mOMuC_q5qTxquUF-3l8Y1FeoIK_g6h5gX0N6fH-10aa1_eC8r1QeTZV-NYXbCGUuPob7YlgjSnq3QWcdVEhg/s200/IM000130.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334179195315555954" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Happy Mothers Day. We MISS YOU!!!<br />Love Dave & the Boys & GingerSageHenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00342958806541005811noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15300888.post-81797016201564762862009-04-05T08:51:00.005-06:002009-04-05T09:03:55.943-06:00See How They Have Grown<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNFrR9399zEh8KQhCnPuwZODbId0DxGXnhakyM0XXHiMcS1rqAARnyQReBV1ZqF6-d2LcfaCGdzjTZaIrlOqgdInv3C_shkQBn0X92TtMEcmdIsy4A50Dx29CZpRVEftd_IG6W9g/s1600-h/100_0476.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNFrR9399zEh8KQhCnPuwZODbId0DxGXnhakyM0XXHiMcS1rqAARnyQReBV1ZqF6-d2LcfaCGdzjTZaIrlOqgdInv3C_shkQBn0X92TtMEcmdIsy4A50Dx29CZpRVEftd_IG6W9g/s200/100_0476.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321222796105188370" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKSVnpcIt9yZ24tpjx_yS8Talrn3enfBHH1mZNPUhTAbbTVe6prmC7HvD19nFmhORNzzrseVymAL-XHMCLlklAtWsQ1R-GYIFrxtUqo1c1vs2TraTpnc5GxIiooL59gTC6yKW7CA/s1600-h/100_0156.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKSVnpcIt9yZ24tpjx_yS8Talrn3enfBHH1mZNPUhTAbbTVe6prmC7HvD19nFmhORNzzrseVymAL-XHMCLlklAtWsQ1R-GYIFrxtUqo1c1vs2TraTpnc5GxIiooL59gTC6yKW7CA/s200/100_0156.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321222577769750754" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhenRxvQ-U4zkWhNjDYP-HmialatLmlEJ_ZdTQBzY3lUg1uTGUyh6B7RZXKdvStSpGCmlAtEPos1PADur6sR7g8KJMHunI7f9n_6PSP-ypoVA5H1oxqBo2F0s5l0cFpJArn7OBS7w/s1600-h/100_0489.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhenRxvQ-U4zkWhNjDYP-HmialatLmlEJ_ZdTQBzY3lUg1uTGUyh6B7RZXKdvStSpGCmlAtEPos1PADur6sR7g8KJMHunI7f9n_6PSP-ypoVA5H1oxqBo2F0s5l0cFpJArn7OBS7w/s200/100_0489.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321221952975099378" /></a><br />Logan is in Washington D.C. area for the week. He is on a school trip. They'll get to see the White House, Smithsonian, the National Cathedral, The Liberty Bell, The Tomb of the Unknown Soldier (they were actually going to lay a wreath, but because of a change of plans they only get to see it), Vietnam Memorial, plus countless other places that I can't remember. Adam was in the 4th grade play, he was an Indian dancer. I took a video of it with my camera, but it wasn't the best video so all I have are some stills. Adam's county float was on Davis County. Which means that Logan did most of it while Adam kibits a lot. Over all it turned out ok. Adam had the final say on how it turned out since his name was on the project and it was his grade. Logan took 1 in the school science fair, first in the disrtice fair and went on to regionals. He enjoyed his time but he didn't win anything. Logan has twice been nominated of the Mayor Teen Award. he recieved a certificate and some goodies from the city. The picture is of his latest certificate and the mayor. Alleen would have been proud of her boys. I know that I am.SageHenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00342958806541005811noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15300888.post-17992770691556315252008-12-25T20:46:00.004-07:002008-12-25T20:50:03.220-07:00Merry Christmas<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3fkGCmGaUL7UOy1vqqstt2UzzKSz-oECdsYEOonBAhWc2Usyb9w4aWME0lSrJXVz8cdrjFf233aPCfzLab0O6kjc7Sq56QRqzUZrdTbwG5C5YssYjdD08fHRubDj-I7f8cQ_Y9g/s1600-h/100_0239.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3fkGCmGaUL7UOy1vqqstt2UzzKSz-oECdsYEOonBAhWc2Usyb9w4aWME0lSrJXVz8cdrjFf233aPCfzLab0O6kjc7Sq56QRqzUZrdTbwG5C5YssYjdD08fHRubDj-I7f8cQ_Y9g/s200/100_0239.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283940945140422818" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifmCYUW93F2NjLGZOJHGigafNMMuvDZWUV2af-fRe0-wyAT2bgVQ5t2cOl98r3O0ZoScKCyUR3g9Hz_Sy61jKf9RUz3EDcRC6BaeornFPIRBmuvfNZIZ1ypwHDsFwo2ZNsx2lN0A/s1600-h/100_0257.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifmCYUW93F2NjLGZOJHGigafNMMuvDZWUV2af-fRe0-wyAT2bgVQ5t2cOl98r3O0ZoScKCyUR3g9Hz_Sy61jKf9RUz3EDcRC6BaeornFPIRBmuvfNZIZ1ypwHDsFwo2ZNsx2lN0A/s200/100_0257.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283940635086966706" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2t0OuOMRqV_yh33WENOy07W5yeDKGmWwKwWpdEWfN3Ensnz8DhHBsNOQK-JaLAbxVKyf2b0MxjJLgwGKbzxPYmPdSpc_LRN5D9ajw9_ALX-UWNppHeNiO4jfD_uwCND4Ag8I-JA/s1600-h/100_0250.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2t0OuOMRqV_yh33WENOy07W5yeDKGmWwKwWpdEWfN3Ensnz8DhHBsNOQK-JaLAbxVKyf2b0MxjJLgwGKbzxPYmPdSpc_LRN5D9ajw9_ALX-UWNppHeNiO4jfD_uwCND4Ag8I-JA/s200/100_0250.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283940430468193362" /></a><br />Merry Chrismas Alleen. We Miss you!!!SageHenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00342958806541005811noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15300888.post-24381701224278781942008-12-08T06:21:00.003-07:002008-12-08T06:26:11.829-07:00Happy Birthday!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNodhj_Q-EYYtYUyw4N1Ef4U4mPZhg-dgkTiAHmGRtfnOgm2V0s4kJpXBFZ_o24UKdy0vf7dYbNxixymS2YiBSswbu0oAskmygIvBRo_L84CIFEvQS93WF7HvjF5_m5qUnf5_uKw/s1600-h/IMG_1056.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNodhj_Q-EYYtYUyw4N1Ef4U4mPZhg-dgkTiAHmGRtfnOgm2V0s4kJpXBFZ_o24UKdy0vf7dYbNxixymS2YiBSswbu0oAskmygIvBRo_L84CIFEvQS93WF7HvjF5_m5qUnf5_uKw/s200/IMG_1056.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277409983615267090" /></a><br /><br />Happy Birthday my Love!! WE Miss you.SageHenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00342958806541005811noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15300888.post-61551156088785819242008-12-02T20:34:00.003-07:002008-12-02T20:42:32.355-07:00Let there Be Lights<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbn96sgBclYlxVAJssx4TUAoWioFzB0hFJ3eWJs8Bd5zwGh-magTRSZOkTmS8Qp5KltzuEy7aH1P7kvS2XmiAKXaxhR4L4zq6bqKdNui7TnK3Cwlf5-shWXL-d0nU0sKpKP1bczw/s1600-h/The_VW_Thing,_Nov__29,_2008_163.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbn96sgBclYlxVAJssx4TUAoWioFzB0hFJ3eWJs8Bd5zwGh-magTRSZOkTmS8Qp5KltzuEy7aH1P7kvS2XmiAKXaxhR4L4zq6bqKdNui7TnK3Cwlf5-shWXL-d0nU0sKpKP1bczw/s200/The_VW_Thing,_Nov__29,_2008_163.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275404127818247170" /></a><br />Our first Thanksgiving after we had gotten married we were in Alleen's home town. They have a yearly tradition that includes a light parade. Alleen's brother had a V.W. Thing sitting in his garage. We had talked about getting the thing up and running and decorate it for the parade. Finally this year we fufilled the dream, it was a year too late for Alleen to be there snapping pictures of the event, but the boys were in the car and even though it was a rain/snow mix, it was fun. Here is a picture of "Oggie" with everyone in the car. Alleen's idea was to have a wooden cut out of a coyote howling with the words <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWHpSq33bd1OZcPhp8hjGtBzxfHGX98zdUMp-FCeC7E98EY8wsKT27Ji7_7jIM3zZTtqnAgC8pf1-wjfKseOA53s4sVN4x0pBy04-0NKm9O5sb73p7K_CxcgCtJXASWIFE4X9ezQ/s1600-h/howl.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 128px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWHpSq33bd1OZcPhp8hjGtBzxfHGX98zdUMp-FCeC7E98EY8wsKT27Ji7_7jIM3zZTtqnAgC8pf1-wjfKseOA53s4sVN4x0pBy04-0NKm9O5sb73p7K_CxcgCtJXASWIFE4X9ezQ/s200/howl.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275403832816484130" /></a>"Howl a luah" in lights. We didn't get that far, but we did have fun.SageHenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00342958806541005811noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15300888.post-47669526412426795702008-10-19T21:25:00.006-06:002008-10-19T21:31:21.242-06:00Pink Floyd<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3-7kSV3AOvOXEKvowS0DB-iZcHNsM7S590GAHLbFaAaMJj3SP4Hx4bwWKFjFEHKProvC4cYdR7HCk9RLIXzNysiolEvgbv-Dw9xLmP0rJWXPXWIt8zraO3JK3Wd1-8Osy-SYZpg/s1600-h/pinkdodo.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3-7kSV3AOvOXEKvowS0DB-iZcHNsM7S590GAHLbFaAaMJj3SP4Hx4bwWKFjFEHKProvC4cYdR7HCk9RLIXzNysiolEvgbv-Dw9xLmP0rJWXPXWIt8zraO3JK3Wd1-8Osy-SYZpg/s200/pinkdodo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259072279133145250" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9aAqVT1NG5-SurH5AIMTrr0OuI3rFcsbQmyVB-MBLx-BapXac3bLYU2aPD6AKsoyaQYzE_AzbKQA5cR6b8-YO14oUz8iyMscMsEMjuz6Z2ZYPOp7WYVzZnIGVpmk6A8nhLpTSYQ/s1600-h/100_0127.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9aAqVT1NG5-SurH5AIMTrr0OuI3rFcsbQmyVB-MBLx-BapXac3bLYU2aPD6AKsoyaQYzE_AzbKQA5cR6b8-YO14oUz8iyMscMsEMjuz6Z2ZYPOp7WYVzZnIGVpmk6A8nhLpTSYQ/s200/100_0127.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259072448827128626" /></a>When we first moved here, we were going to the big city one day and as we passed the GSL. Alleen yelled “I think I saw a Pink Flamingo!” I thought she was seeing things, but later we learned that a flamingo had escaped from Tracey Aviary some years back and was nick-named “Pink Floyd”. So when A-bomb and I were at the local ranch store buying cat food, we saw this pink Dodo bird. It isn’t a flamingo, but it is pink and I know that Alleen would just love it. While we were down south for the weekend we put it and another bird that looks like a pelican on her grave. It was also the anniversary of Duncan’s birth/death. He would have been 11 if he had lived. If he had lived we probably wouldn’t have A-bomb, so when one door closes another door opens. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp18XFzqHFAMF9A-WIhswKBF3Ru5BH4gEQ6kDBB5vbij-1p5Jy4QM1hxBBtluR5si6zryxPVhmOZUXfAS3ZQaZNPXYGq8AdBMvYIkE8DJqNkCf9K0GmKuxUBeCHtlflLTqwE0R7w/s1600-h/adamfalls.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp18XFzqHFAMF9A-WIhswKBF3Ru5BH4gEQ6kDBB5vbij-1p5Jy4QM1hxBBtluR5si6zryxPVhmOZUXfAS3ZQaZNPXYGq8AdBMvYIkE8DJqNkCf9K0GmKuxUBeCHtlflLTqwE0R7w/s200/adamfalls.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259072937181949970" /></a>The photos of A-bomb falling down are at a park in Dixie that has this really soft covering instead of wood chips. A-bomb wanted to see if it would hurt if he fell down, so he tried to hurt himself a couple of times until I stopped him from trying to hurt himself. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSklmYrBybPI2HWIPl6Iy_hAwQbyhxbM8QpeQgo4yI3BtwwG8gX_hIFOOhwxpkTf9PAAs3Z0_UONRrC8PBPqUUN-XC4yzYCCKNoGSQiSH54xpiM6DgtQT3sdF8H1YpdIwSYDKmMQ/s1600-h/rockboys.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSklmYrBybPI2HWIPl6Iy_hAwQbyhxbM8QpeQgo4yI3BtwwG8gX_hIFOOhwxpkTf9PAAs3Z0_UONRrC8PBPqUUN-XC4yzYCCKNoGSQiSH54xpiM6DgtQT3sdF8H1YpdIwSYDKmMQ/s200/rockboys.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259073231420379394" /></a> The other photos are of the boys playing at the park.SageHenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00342958806541005811noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15300888.post-42091264996147775652008-09-14T20:09:00.002-06:002008-09-14T20:11:19.715-06:00Happy Birthday Logan<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe_0SbEM1sd8a49hT9tIGbmSl-Zv7-mLaYOL3Si1EDqaWv6sDWVf1c0bkOlM0gh3T0c84VUyBxtC58diR0f2T2u2SO9hjOeA29Z_r-lifrPnzKPRyV9oKVBmgTB9wVGrz_6fk9Yg/s1600-h/pumpkin+logan+4+2004.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe_0SbEM1sd8a49hT9tIGbmSl-Zv7-mLaYOL3Si1EDqaWv6sDWVf1c0bkOlM0gh3T0c84VUyBxtC58diR0f2T2u2SO9hjOeA29Z_r-lifrPnzKPRyV9oKVBmgTB9wVGrz_6fk9Yg/s200/pumpkin+logan+4+2004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246064913039597730" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_dhb-orLhuMV5dwWoUJ77wX1zYyZjIUNkMKdhAWCtbbhfkdzTaur5MeRKsSg9XaQEyiOIrV2dez2B37viBzPDioQV1uJwdSSeo3DhCpatuL9AJNm7U0fpuzuvCpU5nKj115goOA/s1600-h/loutdoor+logan+Oct+2004.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_dhb-orLhuMV5dwWoUJ77wX1zYyZjIUNkMKdhAWCtbbhfkdzTaur5MeRKsSg9XaQEyiOIrV2dez2B37viBzPDioQV1uJwdSSeo3DhCpatuL9AJNm7U0fpuzuvCpU5nKj115goOA/s200/loutdoor+logan+Oct+2004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246064757302837234" /></a><br />Last Friday was Log's 14th birthday. It has been a very low key b-day, mainly because he had a scout jamboral in SLC it began on Fri. and ended Sat. p.m. he came home horse and stuffy nosed (allergies). He wanted Angel Food cake so when we went shopping we bought one, some Danish junkett and frozen strawberries(we forgot the whipped cream). Today was regional conference so we stayed home and just relaxed. Log's mom was the one who really made a big deal about birthdays. A-bomb helped Logs buy a 8 gig flashdrive. I have some magnets ordered that should be here tomorrow. We're going to try to go to the raceway and let them race go-carts for his birthday (even though it'll be late).<br />It's hard to believe that it has been 14 years ago that he was born. We had been married for 9 months and 1 day when he was born. Now, he has braces, is in the 8th grade and will be soon inducted into the Order of the Arrow. He was a good baby, and a very smart little boy. He was our only boy for 4 years before A-bomb came along. I'm glad he came into our lives and that he is such a good young man. I am so proud of him and I know that his mom is really proud of him. I can't be sure, but I think that part of his subdued attitude is because he is missing his mom. he doesn't mention it a lot like A-bomb, but in his own quirky way he misses her a lot. I miss her more than words can say.SageHenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00342958806541005811noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15300888.post-83890603829613300732008-08-03T22:12:00.003-06:002008-08-03T22:15:34.791-06:00It Has Been a Long Sad Year :(<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgAvE9C4Jnt76Jk3JXm_c2c1A4LP6qkMeI81Me640fMb7qTuzDlUtm5Cs7hrs3ZAebbyJ1omsx7fuAO_W1kCj4AWKWt_M8osHwOHgtLCNpXlvaudpWQbPNJ9mJvfbCMdAz8ee2Lg/s1600-h/hugs.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgAvE9C4Jnt76Jk3JXm_c2c1A4LP6qkMeI81Me640fMb7qTuzDlUtm5Cs7hrs3ZAebbyJ1omsx7fuAO_W1kCj4AWKWt_M8osHwOHgtLCNpXlvaudpWQbPNJ9mJvfbCMdAz8ee2Lg/s200/hugs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230511074344911714" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKk7jRuJ_IWNWh5gTv2KOFbT0_Ct78NSDiUt9CE81Q_1ZYIIw74IOkC17pNKFFyaYhpZmPm7REm2Ug8sUG3xEBs40VysGhyV5pEpb9ZpUiV424z258FO7gocvO2baOudiT9lqYlA/s1600-h/Langs+00011.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKk7jRuJ_IWNWh5gTv2KOFbT0_Ct78NSDiUt9CE81Q_1ZYIIw74IOkC17pNKFFyaYhpZmPm7REm2Ug8sUG3xEBs40VysGhyV5pEpb9ZpUiV424z258FO7gocvO2baOudiT9lqYlA/s200/Langs+00011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230510966930891586" /></a><br />It has been a very long year. What I have missed the most is not being able to talk to her. I miss our conversations, our t.v. time, and our just going on drives on Sundays to be together. Having to do it all has had its moments, the laundry and shopping take up a whole Saturday (during the school year). Holidays and birthdays just aren't the same without her special touches. She always made them special even without a lot of money. When I had hurt my back, it was a tough time because I was worried about the boys, if Alleen had been here she would have watched the boys and made me stay home from work to go to the dr. Instead I went to work and then waited for a sub to come (which one didn't come so one of the Sped. aides took my class) while I went to the dr. I had quit my second job so we could be together more, because I had missed so much of the last year by working 7:30 a.m. to 11:00 p.m. on nights I would have to work the two jobs. My final week at the truck stop was spent planning her funeral. It wasn't fair that I quit to spend more time with her and ended up holding her hand while her life ebbed quickly from her. I also did this 10 years ago with our son Duncan. It has been a quiet week, very few phone calls (thanks Wyo. Granny) to distract me from reliving the very vivid last few frantic hours of a year ago. I tried to not think about it, but it just kept popping up in my head. The boys didn't need to hear me talk about it, Logs was at scout camp so he missed all of the frantic 911 mess, Ads was here but he was out in a friends car so he would see her in the condition she was in. 14 years was not enough time. We both waited so long to get married, we were considered the old couple with the young kids. Many people thought that it was a second marriage for each of us, but it was our first and only. We had so many plans together, missions, both the boys and ourselves, marriages (the boys), spoiling the grandkids, and just growing old together. I always pictured us sitting on the porch in the cool evenings reading to each other, like my grandparents would. Grandma would read to Grandpa while he kept the flies a bay so they wouldn't land on his sweetheart. We did a lot of our dating by going to the temple. We went to Manti and the St. George temples before we were sealed. Because of work we didn't go as much when we moved up North, I missed that time together just the two of us in the temple. I know that I'm rambling on but I miss her so much and I feel bad because I couldn't make it down to put flowers on her grave today (stupid economy). I know she understands, but it still hurts. The boys have gone to bed and I have the dishwasher to unload before I go to bed so I had better get it done.SageHenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00342958806541005811noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15300888.post-57420545115793931082008-07-15T07:08:00.005-06:002008-07-15T07:11:57.378-06:00The Head Stone<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg39OUb3axMB7_eUQ0VidIHY_IQFwGcx51_8vsfuSMB4_ZbJtc4R7h5E-MUWZfyG_7S8N2BYKFVYyNZ82-aztYqPDdUiDjpwFIPRaMiMheEF86XIdCwUiIyM6Ch-MjmMQH5xrXB7w/s1600-h/IM000167.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg39OUb3axMB7_eUQ0VidIHY_IQFwGcx51_8vsfuSMB4_ZbJtc4R7h5E-MUWZfyG_7S8N2BYKFVYyNZ82-aztYqPDdUiDjpwFIPRaMiMheEF86XIdCwUiIyM6Ch-MjmMQH5xrXB7w/s200/IM000167.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223227180539231170" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJOkaJ_1zxo-sYQRH89cJmSZRRED3XLfafnrhsLCGo9WjY0NOmfwqJ6cFBp3e_MTPCYXgvDvSu34LEIHmPp-6kD2KeBx33Brd_xwkC1cU4Cz006DJuN7SzkWA-czhLa7wbWlsnmw/s1600-h/IM000170.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJOkaJ_1zxo-sYQRH89cJmSZRRED3XLfafnrhsLCGo9WjY0NOmfwqJ6cFBp3e_MTPCYXgvDvSu34LEIHmPp-6kD2KeBx33Brd_xwkC1cU4Cz006DJuN7SzkWA-czhLa7wbWlsnmw/s200/IM000170.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223227372514168946" /></a>We have returned from St. George. The Headstone is ready. They are going to pour the cement base this week and set the stone next week. They let us get some pictures of the headstone at the monument place so we did. The pictures are a little stark because of the lack of grass. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0qzIZ6pwfaNbvC_8VONhq3CwqUWMy3vBWi8v_o5ztnu08vJkjuxHHnjSwxZ71Z38GcusUVWdpUYlTuqvVW9nO-UkjpJDnWY2EAQpo56tMlhyphenhyphenZinx37dPfqY5lhf8B1HHFKakbrQ/s1600-h/IM000205.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0qzIZ6pwfaNbvC_8VONhq3CwqUWMy3vBWi8v_o5ztnu08vJkjuxHHnjSwxZ71Z38GcusUVWdpUYlTuqvVW9nO-UkjpJDnWY2EAQpo56tMlhyphenhyphenZinx37dPfqY5lhf8B1HHFKakbrQ/s200/IM000205.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223227579493917970" /></a>The etching on the stone (the one of the hands and rose) I actually gave that picture to Alleen for our first anniversary. I was in college and Logan was barely three months old. I found the picture and gave it to her with a dozen roses for our anniversary. The picture hangs on our bedroom wall. I’ve taken a photo of the picture and I’ll include it.<br /><br />When they were designing the stone, since we were sealed on the same day we were married, they took out the box that had the sealed date. Well by doing that, it left a hole on that side, I looked at the designer and said “Alleen’s a journalist and a scrapper, if we leave that looking lop-sided and not symmetrical, she’ll haunt me forever!” He laughed, but I was serious. So we moved the married date to just over the temple engraving and arched it so it just fits. I think she’d approve. Here is what it looks like before it gets set next week.SageHenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00342958806541005811noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15300888.post-84205649526198702832008-06-17T06:34:00.002-06:002008-06-17T06:37:52.230-06:00Alleen's headstone<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY-rMxLW6OCyOQpv0m2VVyzqVz-XsJjIxnL8N-2aSyffiWr92kZOLFXHjVAn9nDuzcF91RB5s1-Wc6QZLnsSKg5BbjIPYF5IW6nbONiS9knF32f2reCwG-vbQ9kdTLRf3RBDAN2A/s1600-h/headstone.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY-rMxLW6OCyOQpv0m2VVyzqVz-XsJjIxnL8N-2aSyffiWr92kZOLFXHjVAn9nDuzcF91RB5s1-Wc6QZLnsSKg5BbjIPYF5IW6nbONiS9knF32f2reCwG-vbQ9kdTLRf3RBDAN2A/s200/headstone.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212828717162967074" /></a><br />I ordered Alleen's headstone while we were in St. George for a wedding. Here is a tentative version of what it'll look like. The stone is a light pastelish red granite called "Morning Rose" When I get some real picutes of it after it is put in I'll post them.SageHenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00342958806541005811noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15300888.post-31938260435802809582008-05-10T06:50:00.005-06:002008-05-10T06:53:42.322-06:00Happy Mother's Day<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBgzt1y085DUIkA1EJYiE-uFcieWguwI6U0Xwojl_WAiMtHsadk6LzQZIO2t4enlzAn-8ku32pIN_1lA9ptJuXb5rjU_GnZnJXFWtVY9tTdSOQEgq1AVGjRcEhp08jzdF2I4P1dw/s1600-h/Langs+00011.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBgzt1y085DUIkA1EJYiE-uFcieWguwI6U0Xwojl_WAiMtHsadk6LzQZIO2t4enlzAn-8ku32pIN_1lA9ptJuXb5rjU_GnZnJXFWtVY9tTdSOQEgq1AVGjRcEhp08jzdF2I4P1dw/s320/Langs+00011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198731485581394450" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjh9YfDAJaaIK8aRg5wB6GTcsBz34gYXoRTFuN6Vq8I3E3sx3OzpCCWtcjKMJhMufqHqX1Rdzc03_4AJ4rrzBPgnZ3LfwzFVNncy_3VLwv6zf1jwPew3GRPdSp1-D5vGMYeXpHEw/s1600-h/image009.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjh9YfDAJaaIK8aRg5wB6GTcsBz34gYXoRTFuN6Vq8I3E3sx3OzpCCWtcjKMJhMufqHqX1Rdzc03_4AJ4rrzBPgnZ3LfwzFVNncy_3VLwv6zf1jwPew3GRPdSp1-D5vGMYeXpHEw/s320/image009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198731399682048514" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPgiF41gFx9Kty_uHKr2Umiji7-ka3G5Q1eG4TGwqPWwUpZNzyCbdFe3fDO23UH2fsnzq50FszUdCTcnS8pFVOFhUdGq6o6w5pVU2kGmndF8C01R-YqHfHBF4cKhbI1ji8-Rduxg/s1600-h/logan+rainbow2.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPgiF41gFx9Kty_uHKr2Umiji7-ka3G5Q1eG4TGwqPWwUpZNzyCbdFe3fDO23UH2fsnzq50FszUdCTcnS8pFVOFhUdGq6o6w5pVU2kGmndF8C01R-YqHfHBF4cKhbI1ji8-Rduxg/s320/logan+rainbow2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198731322372637170" /></a>SageHenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00342958806541005811noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15300888.post-48690013349161812122008-04-27T10:54:00.003-06:002008-04-27T10:57:40.933-06:00Play Ball<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFg8zUCUqChtuMwNvc20xiVqSDHgFBsP62VC51HqbQDHglk89KPXfZCJRrv_ysQzpB_ouHRK3H0vpT48K5uzsGlqjM6D5RhC1AgUpVRvSakbMqcYSwt9W99ph73Da94oB5qxEcLQ/s1600-h/IM000130.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFg8zUCUqChtuMwNvc20xiVqSDHgFBsP62VC51HqbQDHglk89KPXfZCJRrv_ysQzpB_ouHRK3H0vpT48K5uzsGlqjM6D5RhC1AgUpVRvSakbMqcYSwt9W99ph73Da94oB5qxEcLQ/s320/IM000130.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193970323277503330" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvJUNAEfIHcHakQ5pyMmSqEFprZnHsXjsFqsJZg8W0xUhpe3WBLAOUUlaZdURMwKfmxKbN17_MtMnR-UHsmpFANPwBDtOgwHaoE5gCvc9ojH9LksIJHvz_hBlU2-zCePOp51iGbw/s1600-h/IM000129.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvJUNAEfIHcHakQ5pyMmSqEFprZnHsXjsFqsJZg8W0xUhpe3WBLAOUUlaZdURMwKfmxKbN17_MtMnR-UHsmpFANPwBDtOgwHaoE5gCvc9ojH9LksIJHvz_hBlU2-zCePOp51iGbw/s320/IM000129.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193970134298942290" /></a><br />Here are a couple of Adam's picutes. Baseball season started yesterday and his forst game was yesterday. His team lost, but he had a great time. He stuck out both times but he went down swinging.SageHenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00342958806541005811noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15300888.post-48916366546804242752008-03-26T20:06:00.006-06:002008-03-26T20:16:27.461-06:00Easter Break<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRVKs0x1JVAP2mRbqTM61120YGpkHXM1RLez2GATux_Xjphk0RWhD-o7m9-2tSxm0huFLFaFjGVRyFesDjAl0ZRsJIoK1gsJ9NwXg_OZU9HNLQDGBkfYWvcXtYMNFbT0XjpU5p2w/s1600-h/IM000091.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRVKs0x1JVAP2mRbqTM61120YGpkHXM1RLez2GATux_Xjphk0RWhD-o7m9-2tSxm0huFLFaFjGVRyFesDjAl0ZRsJIoK1gsJ9NwXg_OZU9HNLQDGBkfYWvcXtYMNFbT0XjpU5p2w/s200/IM000091.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182239295819152658" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_4MJz2NJ21IhahuPuXVHW8FTpFlgHCe-wHm-rII8XIwYEdl4f3EE4PJA1n9zXrgkP-AzY6MQDnUzgQOSHs5Nft3lZW91b1rW3lRI6-SFcYrTlTu8arC63HHxgkB6SBRBQFA7Iag/s1600-h/IM000083.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_4MJz2NJ21IhahuPuXVHW8FTpFlgHCe-wHm-rII8XIwYEdl4f3EE4PJA1n9zXrgkP-AzY6MQDnUzgQOSHs5Nft3lZW91b1rW3lRI6-SFcYrTlTu8arC63HHxgkB6SBRBQFA7Iag/s200/IM000083.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182239124020460802" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKFcO5NsJVCqjQTjrutVy84OF2Svdt1-BwMxgah3osxX2nRwVxDJR84Bo8cQ2zlPUbGOP7G_VCLJDK-2rhcYghqttH7Zp-KZbYLpmLp6evarGawDAfgLPeaeRKsJZSvQDkEUyqrw/s1600-h/IM000089.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKFcO5NsJVCqjQTjrutVy84OF2Svdt1-BwMxgah3osxX2nRwVxDJR84Bo8cQ2zlPUbGOP7G_VCLJDK-2rhcYghqttH7Zp-KZbYLpmLp6evarGawDAfgLPeaeRKsJZSvQDkEUyqrw/s200/IM000089.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182238200602492146" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />We have returned from our annual Easter sojourn into the cold Wyo. town of Afton. We have gone up for Easter to be with family for many years, This year instead of dying eggs we Tye-dyed tee shirts. It was a rousing success. Here are some of the pictures of the festivities.SageHenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00342958806541005811noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15300888.post-92087878459897761932008-02-03T16:41:00.000-07:002008-02-03T16:49:18.496-07:00Here & There<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiap9wta5-TUkE9Hr0vaVdyFUykGgdsNN3R3sLF1UbmnWu5xAzyV4lyQ3iSpRp6nrDfqtjjxvdQdFywfN9UT3IieEYIPeg1AJJTfUfh9sH9eUCFPiN4JK_Vszp6upV0u41lhzWgOw/s1600-h/0119081702.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiap9wta5-TUkE9Hr0vaVdyFUykGgdsNN3R3sLF1UbmnWu5xAzyV4lyQ3iSpRp6nrDfqtjjxvdQdFywfN9UT3IieEYIPeg1AJJTfUfh9sH9eUCFPiN4JK_Vszp6upV0u41lhzWgOw/s200/0119081702.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162905246657458690" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEcrhYqZzYV7olw8yjTtfNQnrFhcISrteMDcdebc4Dblz3dqbbFoxNYMaSll-wqOG7anNuALcUE0_sEApK2SumcODCYC77ZgGzt82nCSGgM2urOV2wgRnzjyD3chG1ckS-SF1DRQ/s1600-h/0119081703a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEcrhYqZzYV7olw8yjTtfNQnrFhcISrteMDcdebc4Dblz3dqbbFoxNYMaSll-wqOG7anNuALcUE0_sEApK2SumcODCYC77ZgGzt82nCSGgM2urOV2wgRnzjyD3chG1ckS-SF1DRQ/s200/0119081703a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162904301764653554" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF81y94cwoM__9wN_0LeGVPJTCmMKkl8-DuC9o4vUxDh94SxveomfQh_AfQ9T1NIPlAKM5aHDGYdWOExIf03isJ-FG5skAiicut8iBTt8WnIIYimiPS66Hm_2xjtCyJyE_vbHbyQ/s1600-h/0119081704a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF81y94cwoM__9wN_0LeGVPJTCmMKkl8-DuC9o4vUxDh94SxveomfQh_AfQ9T1NIPlAKM5aHDGYdWOExIf03isJ-FG5skAiicut8iBTt8WnIIYimiPS66Hm_2xjtCyJyE_vbHbyQ/s200/0119081704a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162904181505569250" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisecsT-CDLqGu3qtj0IMkHGNvpfeNj-7E1VlhataHPfq8RiCT2x7oi_O_VZjEilaubC85AxA90dqxNisERwz9jTFMrCSFc9lpTGmC-aIkG_wIWEy-2CVKStsSnwSyDFoPDHlBpHg/s1600-h/0119081706a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisecsT-CDLqGu3qtj0IMkHGNvpfeNj-7E1VlhataHPfq8RiCT2x7oi_O_VZjEilaubC85AxA90dqxNisERwz9jTFMrCSFc9lpTGmC-aIkG_wIWEy-2CVKStsSnwSyDFoPDHlBpHg/s200/0119081706a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162904117081059794" /></a><br />Just thought you might like to see the boys playing on the red rocks of So. Ut. Sagehen loved the red rocks and the red sand from Dixie. She once told me when we went down for Thanksgiving after being up north for a couple years that even the sky was a bluer blue in Dixie (maybe it's just the contrast of all that red). She was right the sky was just a deeper blue that up here in the tooeles.SageHenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00342958806541005811noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15300888.post-81714757192966078032007-12-08T22:39:00.000-07:002007-12-08T22:52:04.142-07:00Happy Birthday, My Love<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTjP_CCojzYISK5ngY_UyFAKW4MWHxv3ELRx6xcs-M-Qm0AZrZehqtMbxM-QOmedfrvUsZhb7JW0vho2w_m_ppJuvOH7LfXtIcBuqCA6WIzdDSVGUUXdkY6QBUJvxHM1LPRgid1A/s1600-h/closer.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTjP_CCojzYISK5ngY_UyFAKW4MWHxv3ELRx6xcs-M-Qm0AZrZehqtMbxM-QOmedfrvUsZhb7JW0vho2w_m_ppJuvOH7LfXtIcBuqCA6WIzdDSVGUUXdkY6QBUJvxHM1LPRgid1A/s200/closer.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141845874873743570" /></a><br />Today would have been Alleen's 49th birthday. It snowed all day, the boys just moped around not wanting to get cold and wet. There is an empty feeling hanging around the ol' abode. We have the tree up (eventually even she conceded to putting it up before her birthday, after the boys got older), it's decorated, but the house is still empty. Tuesday would have been our 14th anniversary. I'll take the day off to do some Christmas shopping. I'll probably eat at one of our favorite places, Cafe Rio. There is so much I miss about her it is hard to say them all. I just miss her. Happy Birthday Alleen. I love you!<br />DavidSageHenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00342958806541005811noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15300888.post-80246719167387278812007-12-04T21:39:00.001-07:002007-12-04T21:40:09.763-07:00The Angel on the Tree<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrTER2sqnNn1eY5jTvaCurS6Cq2w2nqMAiek0xHS7AoRsJnmgCFuJ9cR6hcIk0bC2bMSJeXZsbjzBG5r82u1DWoH29dRRcTowy1xx40shInCiWJ4XxNbiff4gLRefFNtiVeyZnRQ/s1600-h/angel.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrTER2sqnNn1eY5jTvaCurS6Cq2w2nqMAiek0xHS7AoRsJnmgCFuJ9cR6hcIk0bC2bMSJeXZsbjzBG5r82u1DWoH29dRRcTowy1xx40shInCiWJ4XxNbiff4gLRefFNtiVeyZnRQ/s200/angel.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140344008418085314" /></a><br />Well the tree is up. Adam went to bed and Logan was at a scout meeting so I decorated the tree all by myself. I was always in charge of the lights and Alleen put the ornaments on. She had a certain idea as to the way they were to look. The boys would help her and after they went to bed she would stay up and re-arrange the ornaments to they way she thought they should look. I understood this about her and let her do it her way. While putting up the ornaments on the tree I was finding some new ones that I hadn't seen before. I found this one you see here in the box. It was marked on the back with the following "Mommy 1999". We would always make or buy ornaments for each of us and each year. This one was hard to put up and not shed tears as I hung it on the tree.SageHenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00342958806541005811noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15300888.post-16808249117110069232007-11-13T06:13:00.001-07:002007-11-13T06:19:20.657-07:00Just a quick note<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivzBdWdByUWe5jM4nTpFLXMgx4QqRZdxhGsz7_jKsDnRgGFEKQsYaGWORfWicN7p7otiXmSBV7kUWS4h2ITQZJT114jXEhbZ2NLxfTdUmSjQpRoqXcr-dXQjdtl7s-Iy2pqA4KcA/s1600-h/07+nov++07+043.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivzBdWdByUWe5jM4nTpFLXMgx4QqRZdxhGsz7_jKsDnRgGFEKQsYaGWORfWicN7p7otiXmSBV7kUWS4h2ITQZJT114jXEhbZ2NLxfTdUmSjQpRoqXcr-dXQjdtl7s-Iy2pqA4KcA/s200/07+nov++07+043.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132313930740077618" /></a><br />I thought I would post a quick note along with a new photo of Alleen's name sake. We (the boys and I) had to go St. George for my dad's funeral during our UEA break. WE missed the first 3 days of the new quarter. <br />I hope you all have a Happy Thanksgiving.<br />DavidSageHenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00342958806541005811noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15300888.post-41456354887416081812007-10-20T06:42:00.000-06:002007-11-13T06:12:15.385-07:00Alleen's Namesake<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsvUC_XyiK5cbZnsJUGcH-oyurBM3xP4yW2XoFKqSXYoVO-M4hjlLmjeWCcThzsHjnM1-AEVbgzKdHGDk5Xyzy8Q740CuQFe8pMiDk-SPY7iqrrUL4Ayalnia8yCwTRbkD9KoRfg/s1600-h/19+Oct++07+016.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsvUC_XyiK5cbZnsJUGcH-oyurBM3xP4yW2XoFKqSXYoVO-M4hjlLmjeWCcThzsHjnM1-AEVbgzKdHGDk5Xyzy8Q740CuQFe8pMiDk-SPY7iqrrUL4Ayalnia8yCwTRbkD9KoRfg/s200/19+Oct++07+016.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123398939281290546" /></a><br />Here is a photo of Alleen's neice who will carry her name as a middle name. Mysha Alleen Sorenson. She was born on the 18th of Oct.SageHenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00342958806541005811noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15300888.post-84954620372456329272007-10-08T06:43:00.001-06:002007-10-08T06:45:22.273-06:00Alleen's Resting Place<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYppOGuE1NFuUk1uWY7SFMK3KWC5gBykT26Bh024Z7w9x5FsRmvffqxUfnqgCl9sBAO2aaqw3NqMWkvk5AX69JjufvMVe33W6nBCbmMODMTnoPd3PjxramxkWC62EDJ-yzMZTxSQ/s1600-h/grave.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYppOGuE1NFuUk1uWY7SFMK3KWC5gBykT26Bh024Z7w9x5FsRmvffqxUfnqgCl9sBAO2aaqw3NqMWkvk5AX69JjufvMVe33W6nBCbmMODMTnoPd3PjxramxkWC62EDJ-yzMZTxSQ/s320/grave.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118945693865679282" /></a><br /> We went to St. George for a quick trip and got a fuzzy picture of Alleen's final resting place. My camera phone was having problems so that is why the picture is so fuzzy.<br />DavidSageHenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00342958806541005811noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15300888.post-15230698613016129892007-09-02T08:14:00.000-06:002007-09-02T08:25:12.985-06:00Sagehen's Eulogy<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_dzl8LCh9H4ZtUcxGgwQoFp6Xor5-8o6Szi8IQP8qnb6Hd70HMk95LzaW-S4eUYvlTwqzWqWuTEYXLQfBbi3VVZVUU0HlIy1cryqP6L6PEHirJEr66QL0GR_BNsQTaYHMPEOt_g/s1600-h/arlington.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_dzl8LCh9H4ZtUcxGgwQoFp6Xor5-8o6Szi8IQP8qnb6Hd70HMk95LzaW-S4eUYvlTwqzWqWuTEYXLQfBbi3VVZVUU0HlIy1cryqP6L6PEHirJEr66QL0GR_BNsQTaYHMPEOt_g/s320/arlington.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105611038681947074" /></a><br />I thought that for all the friends of Alleen who couldn't come to the funural and I thought that I would share the eulogy that Alleen's brother-in-law Gordon gave. Apart from the memories of family members the majority of the eulogy was taken from Alleen's blog and scrapbook pages. Here it is. David<br /><br />Alleen’s mother wrote this about her. <br />Alleen was always a quiet thoughtful child. She had a patient loving disposition and was seldom a bother to anyone in her home or at school. One of her friends recently told me that some of her classmates took advantage of her shy good nature and made her life miserable. She has since forgiven them. (ReNae’s note: The classmate who told her this was one of the advantage takers, who, in spite of making Alleen miserable then is a good friend now.)<br />She was mostly a happy child and she could come up with some good wise cracks. When she was very small she said “Time goes faster than I do.” and this has become one of our family’s favorite sayings. Alleen had a way with words, an excellent command of the English language and a love for learning. She enjoyed reading and was a good student. However, she was a poor speller which proved to cause her a lot of grief in her chosen profession as a newspaper reporter, writer and editor. When she first started to work they did not have computers with spell check. She taught herself how to use a computer and was an expert at it.<br />Alleen always loved paper. We have a picture of her about 2 years old sitting at a table with pencil, crayons and paper completely absorbed in what she was doing. She was fascinated with shapes and fitting things together. She was very creative in her writing and in her artwork.<br />She learned to sew and took top prizes for her sewing and 4H work at the Lincoln County Fair. She had a lot of good friends and was loyal to her friends forever.<br />In high school she was on the yearbook staff. This helped her with her chosen profession. She learned to take pictures and develop them in the dark room. Photography was one of her talents.<br />As a child Alleen lived on the family ranch in Crow Creek Idaho in the summers and in their Afton home in the winter to go to school. Her father was a cattle rancher and her mother was a school teacher who taught High School Art and Home Economics. <br />Alleen wrote this about how much she loved the life we had growing up on a cattle ranch in Idaho.<br />When I dream of home<br />I am always on<br />the ranch<br />in the two bedroom house<br />where our<br />family of seven<br />spent the summers<br />of my childhood.<br />I dream<br />of long golden days,<br />Dad haying from dawn to dusk,<br />dragging<br />home exhausted.<br />Mom cooking huge meals every<br />day to feed the<br />hay men.<br />I remember playing with the grape hyacinths and<br />our Siamese cat, Ming. Who usually gave birth to<br />a batch of kittens each summer.<br />With no television, we gathered<br />In the living room at night to read.<br />Just family. It was enough.<br />Alleen has a long and distinguished pioneer heritage on both sides of her family, with ancestors who were part of the church in Kirtland, the Mormon Battalion, the Willie Handcart company, and who have served the church in in many ways. Her Mormon heritage is very important to her, and she loves the gospel and has always been glad to serve in the church.<br /><br />Alleens sister ReNae writes:<br />Alleen always had the gift of making things happen. This has been a theme of her life.<br />Alleen Debra Sorenson Lang was born December 8 1958. She was the 4th daughter of Alf and Colleen Sorenson. Her older sisters were 9, 7, and 4 years old. It was getting to be a family and community joke that Alf only had daughters, so when Alleen came along the stage was set for her to be just another of the Sorenson girls. There were some important differences though. Alleen’s name was a combination of her parents Alf and Colleen’s names. She was the first child to be named by her parents not her maternal grandparents as the first three were. She was the only one of the girls to have a middle name, Debra, which was her father’s mother’s name. She was supposed to be the last child, so finally dad got to name her and he must have realized that a son was not likely, so he made Alleen his special little pal. Four years after Alleen was born dad finally got his boy! So Alleen didn’t remain the last child, but she remained daddy’s little pal. They had a bond built on their love for each other and their similar sense of the absurd.<br />Alleen is very easy to love; she was quiet and cooperative, but a little bit quirky. She would sit and listen for so long people would forget she was there, and she heard many a conversation that was a little too old for her tender ears. Sometimes when the whole family was in the car traveling with everyone bickering or otherwise making noise mom would suddenly say “Alleen, where are you?” And we would hear a little voice from the very back of the long old station wagon say “I’m right here.” Later she would say some innocent little thing in a clever way that made us all a little too aware of our bad example. Once after a long drive to the ranch with the traditional slapping pinching, whining and kicking dad stopped the car about 100 yards from the house and ordered all the quarrelling children out into the night, Alleen spoke up from the back “I ‘tay right here.” She was right; she was the only one who wasn’t guilty. <br />When Alleen graduated from high school, she went to Ricks College in Idaho for 2 years, then after graduation she went to Utah State University. There she became a part of the journalism team. She said that she learned far more by working with the irreverent and funny newspaper crew than she ever did sitting in class, but she did both class work and real work and graduated in 1981 with all of the skills necessary to produce a newspaper. She worked on the Preston Idaho newspaper for a year, and then for two years she was the mainstay of the newspaper in Montpelier Idaho. There she interviewed, reported, photographed, made the layouts, went to meetings and ball games and all of the thousands of things a small town newspaper requires. She became a loved and necessary part of the community very quickly.<br />As her sister in the middle of raising 4 young children I thought she had the life I was missing. She bought her own car with her own money in 1984. It was a red Pontiac Sunbird with a standard shift. To me the ultimate in freedom and sophistication. She moved to Cedar City Utah in 1984 and went to work for the newspaper there. She transferred to St George and lived and worked there for 7 years. I remember going to visit her and being impressed with her numerous skills and all the people she knew. She could do anything.<br />She was unhappy about her single status, but I don’t remember her complaining about it. She was a spectacular aunt to my kids! They all loved her and she made every one of them feel important. When she came to visit she was like a tropical bird that flew into their lives and for awhile everything was full of exotic colors and extra fun. <br />She created a group of dear friends everywhere she went. In St George she and some friends started a group that watched Star Trek every week. They became a wonderful family to her and she loved to do things with them. In 1992, even with her support group, her demanding job had begun to wear her out, she made a life changing decision. She had saved as much money as she could over the years, and finally she had enough to take a year off. She was getting tired of the deadlines and the pressure, and she wanted to be closer to her family. <br />She moved to Logan, Utah to a cute little studio apartment and let time help her sort her priorities. It was there in Logan that she decided to rededicate herself to the church, ponder the scriptures, and pray and there she made the decision to take out her endowments. It was a great time for her family having her close, and she spent time with her dad tas she hadn’t been able to do in St. George. The year she spent in Logan is memorialized in her oldest son Logan’s name. David Lang had been part of the Star Trek group, and had helped her move to Logan, and a year later there he was, helping her move back. She and Dave had been friends for quite awhile, and she was kidding around with him one night about how girls in love scenes in the movies always touched the guy’s face. She stroked Dave’s face and asked “does that make you fall in love?” Apparently it did. <br />Alleen bought a condo in St George about two houses away from Dave’s parent’s house. She furnished it with furniture she got from her grandparents, and moved a friend in to help with expenses. She and Dave were in the same ward and they became best friends. It must be true that best friends make the best marriages, because it wasn’t long before they were engaged.<br />Dave and Alleen planned a December wedding, and just before Thanksgiving that year her beloved Daddy died. She said she then understood her need to move. She had that year to be close to him and he was able to be with her when she got her endowments. <br />The marriage had an interesting start. Shortly after she got married Alleen received a penicillin shot. She had a violent allergic reaction, and spent many days swollen, and sick. She was also pregnant. It’s a good thing Dave is a good Mr. Mom. He had plenty of occasions to put his homemaking skills to use in that first difficult year. <br />Logan was born 9 months and 1 day after Dave and Alleen were married. He joined an exclusive little group of cousins. A month earlier Alleen’s brother had a little girl and 4 days later her 43-year-old sister had another girl. The family jokes that these are the babies Grandpa Alf sent when he got to the other side. Alleen was very taken with the triple cousins and always made a special effort to combine them for special events. She worked to make their baptism a special day. They were all baptized on the same day in the same place and it really was a remarkable family occasion.<br />Alleen’s life has never traveled in a straight line. She learned a lot from the zigzags it has taken, but it was not always easy. Logan was a very smart and active little boy. It was a good thing he was also a good baby, because when Alleen was pregnant with her second baby in 1997 when Logan was two years old she had to stay in bed for many months. This is not easy with a 2-year-old and a husband going to school. She had a nice big bedroom and a computer, and a lot of patience and love. Logan thrived, and she was able to hold on to the baby until he was old enough to be born. Duncan Campbell Lang lived only a few moments and Alleen and Dave were able to hold him as he died. Alleen was changed by the experience, as her husband wrote in a tribute to her:<br /><br />“Most people never saw the sensitive side of her; she took her duties of motherhood very seriously. When Alleen had just given birth prematurely to our second son Duncan, and as the doctors and nurses were taking care of her, she held our little boy as his life was slowly passing from him she was sobbing an apology to him for not being able to protect him, and for letting him down by not carrying him to term. The nurse thought that she was apologizing to them for crying, ... she just didn’t get how seriously Alleen took her job as protector and mother.” <br /><br />About 5 months later Alleen again was in bed with baby number three. She was deeply concerned and reaching the end of her rope. In our conversations she confessed to feeling like the worst mother in the world, unable to save one baby or care for the other and agonizing over the safety and health of the third. Dave was again a great help, as he worked and went to school, and Logan, older now, at age 3, became very self-sufficient. Alleen’s mom was able to stay with the little family and help as the time for Adam to be born got nearer. Adam was born healthy in December 1998. He was like a little miracle and Alleen devoted herself to his care and to Logan, as she was able to be more active. <br />The Lang family moved to Tooele in 2001. Alleen blossomed as a mother and her love for her family radiated from her. She had never been happier. Her home and her children were the center of her life. She began scrap booking, using the skills from her newspaper life, and her love of paper. She started a blog and submitted her scrapbook pages to a web site where she gained friends both online and in her home and church. She always had the gift of gathering friends around her. She began to work part time as a writer for the local newspaper and her busy life with her family became the subject of her blogs and scrapbook pages. Dave posted a tribute on Alleen’s blog after her death, and the last time I looked it had 73 comments expressing love and thanks to her for her life well lived. Many of them from people who only know her from her writing. <br />I’m going to quote from some of Alleen’s writings. They express her life and sense of humor in her own unique way.<br /><br /><strong>About the men in her life:</strong><br />“I have been truly blessed to have close association with some of the best men on the planet.<br />My Dear Husband is outstandingly patient and hard working. He is such a great father to my children and such a supportive husband; I could not have picked a better man for me.<br />My father. The man who taught me the meaning of the phrase "unconditional love."<br />My Eternal Father, who loves me not in spite of myself, but because of myself.<br />My brother, long suffering and patient in a world of women.<br />My sons, what precious souls they are. My hope for them is they may follow in the footsteps of their fathers, grandfathers, and great-grandfathers.”<br /><br /><strong>About Adam:</strong><br />Money can’t buy you love, I told my son as he expressed his fondness for me after I purchased 400 water balloons.<br />His answer.<br />“No, it can’t but it can buy fun.”<br />Now there is a child with a grasp of the world.<br /><br />I don’t much care for sports.<br />There, I said it.<br />This would not be too big a problem if it were not for one fact. I’m the mother of two boys.<br />Boys, as a general rule, do like sports. ...<br />[For me] Baseball is the exception.<br />I remember watching the 1975 World Series with the Cincinnati Reds against the Boston Red Sox. Dad was a fan of the Reds with their switch hitter Pete Rose, as well as other famous players Johnny Bench, Dave Concepcion and Cesar Geronimo on the team. We watched the series together, and it is one of my fond memories of my father.<br />I sat through a few baseball games played by my nephew, Shane, and never really understood why my sister was so intent on the game. <br />Now I know. <br />Adam signed up for Little League this year <br />He was given his uniform yesterday and he looked cool all suited up with the hat and glove. I do believe baseball uniforms are so much more classic than football jerseys and head’s and shoulders above soccer shorts.<br />When I see him in the pants, the tucked in shirt, the baseball cap, with mitt in hand it stirs something akin to patriotism in my little heart. During the opening ceremonies a group of three teen-aged girls sang the Star Spangled Banner, they did a beautiful job and it made me teary eyed.<br />Baseball is just so All-American; it’s hard not to love it.<br /><br /><strong>About Logan:</strong><br /><br />"Who would have thought I would bring a math wizard<br />into this world? I am hard pressed to balance my checkbook,<br />and I only do it under duress. <br />I was fine in my number-free world, then along came my first born<br />son, methodical, logical, technical Logan.<br />"The boy loves numbers, math and all things scientific. <br />He took first place in the school science fair while he was in first<br />grade. <br />Instead of watching sports, he has the television tuned to MythBusters or Numbers. <br />He hates to get up early, but willingly gives up 30 minutes of sleep twice a week to attend an advanced math class.<br />"When he and his father get talking math problems I<br />just smile and go somewhere else in my head. I’ll let them discuss negative numbers, integers and Pi while I think about my next newspaper story or scrapbook layout." <br /><br />Note to self: Be careful how well you educate your children.<br />Today I told Logan to put on his socks so he wouldn’t get sick.<br />His reply, “How are socks going to prevent me from contracting airborne illnesses.”<br />Me: “Because I said so!”<br /><br /><strong>To her niece who is struggling with some of the same things Alleen went through:</strong><br /><br />It was May 1993, I was living in Logan without a job, or a family, or any idea of what I was going to do with my life.<br />I had just gone through the temple on May 1 and traveled south to go to my friends wedding in the St. George Temple on May 9. I was sick when I went south, but I just kept getting sicker and sicker until I ended up with laryngitis. On the way home I was stopped by a cop and given a ticket because my car registration had expired.<br />In short, I was miserable.<br />One year later I was living in St. George, married to Dave and pregnant with Logan. We were both unemployed, and he was going to school. We are still paying off the student loans.<br />I was single for 35 years and I often wondered why <br />(well I kind of knew why I was single)<br />but why I had been given this lot in life.<br />But, being single did have some great moments.<br />The whole not having to answer to anyone but myself, having the house the temperature I want it to be, watching the television shows I want to watch, not feeling guilty if the dishes aren’t done at the end of the day aspect of single life still appeals to me.<br />Do not get me wrong. I adore being married, I fiercely love my children, I can’t imagine life without my beloved companion by my side.<br /><br />But every now and then I remember watching television shows without interruptions.<br />My life is always changing. Just when I think I’ve figured out what I am doing something changes and I’m struggling to learn something new.<br />Right now the something new is juggling my obligations to my children, my husband, my home, my job, my church calling, my hobby and myself.<br />I am spending way too much time and energy on a job that uses my skills, but is not bringing in enough money to justify its existence.<br />The distractions of my job leave my children wanting more attention from me, and I slightly resent it, because I’m feeling pulled so many directions.<br />Dave is not home nearly enough, he’s not getting enough sleep and I am worried about his health.<br />But it’s not going to last forever.<br />One day my children will be grown and I will miss them more than I miss my left hand.<br />My Dave’s schedule will eventually settle down and he will be home more often. I hope so, because we all miss him.<br />I may hit it big in the scrapbook world, quit my reporter job and start resenting my hobby.<br />So many things can change in such a short period of time.<br />This too shall pass.<br /><br /><strong>Change is on the horizon:</strong><br /><br />I am now thinking a change is on the horizon and I’m not really sure where I’m going to fit a change into my open days with nothing in them.<br />But I can’t spend a lot of time thinking about it today. The day stretches ahead of me with nothing in it but a few loads of laundry and a kitchen to clean. O yes, since I now have the spray paint, maybe I can start on that scrapping project …<br /><br /><strong>My new motto:</strong> Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, chocolate in one hand, Cola in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming, "WHOO HOO! What a ride!"<br /><br />Do you ever have the feeling that something is about to happen? And that something, be it big or small is going to change the current course of your life.<br />What’s more, you know something should happen, but you are not sure if you want something to happen, or if you think the something is good or bad, or just … something.<br />Kind of like the feeling that you are either seeing the light at the end of the tunnel or the headlight of an oncoming train, but you are not sure what it is just yet?<br />That’s kind of what I’m feeling right now, and it’s making me a little uneasy.<br /><br />The scripture on the scripture a day calendar for the day Alleen died was: <br />In my Fathers’ house are many mansions: if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you. John 14: 2SageHenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00342958806541005811noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15300888.post-18906512265160820282007-08-26T08:11:00.000-06:002007-08-26T08:22:47.073-06:00One of Sagehen's Last Pages<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMZBcUuU6YfyTfepVCc4oO92TBzdnb1UWCdfUrwQd8jNyDcrkFxAoIvu6bD6fDfkNxlD9naSOY4BXlWR4esUrSAkp-r8DL2sEFDV2zlQceHRqRjR0kh8p7yqFMTfTawOYMNQ8Y-Q/s1600-h/glass+half+full.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMZBcUuU6YfyTfepVCc4oO92TBzdnb1UWCdfUrwQd8jNyDcrkFxAoIvu6bD6fDfkNxlD9naSOY4BXlWR4esUrSAkp-r8DL2sEFDV2zlQceHRqRjR0kh8p7yqFMTfTawOYMNQ8Y-Q/s200/glass+half+full.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103014529088052146" /></a><br /><br />Alleen (AKA sagehen) had finished this scrapbook page on the 16th of July for a contest, however, Logan didn't want her to submit it because they would keep the page. She hadn't gotten around to submitting it, so I copied the journaling so you could read her feelings about life and how insightful she was.<br /><br />48? Seriously?<br />Not I, the female version of Peter Pan. Born the youngest of four girls, I was the perpetual little sister. I played in the creek and gathered wild flowers while my older siblings hung laundry and cooked for hay men.<br />They followed practical courses in college, home ec. and teaching, while I studied journalism. They raised children and I launched myself into the world as a newspaper reporter, admittedly in a small town. Along with boring school board meetings and deadline stress my job brought adventures like gliding over dawn-washed meadows in a hot air balloon and listening to blue grass music in a natural red rock amphitheater under the stars.<br />At 35 I married my sweetheart. Within the year our first son was born. The second took a bit longer; I gave birth to him a few days after my 40th birthday. Play-dates with my children’s peers put me in a group of women 10 to 20 years younger than myself.<br />But at 48 I’m starting to feel my age. My knees creak when I climb the stairs, the silver strands in my hair are getting harder to pass off as sun kissed blonde streaks, and skin around my eyes is starting to crinkle.<br />Just this month a high school classmate called to tell me about our 30 year reunion, and my mother celebrated her 80th birthday. Unless I plan to live to be 98-years-old, I’m on the downhill slope.<br />Behind me stretches a life full of memories. Ahead I face more joy and more challenges.<br />One of my favorite scriptures reads: “We see through a glass darkly.” We do not know what the future holds. My life is half over? I don’t think so! My life has just begun. Well, okay, maybe not just, but I can bring experience to bear as I continue to fill my glass with wishes, dream and memories.<br />48! Seriously!SageHenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00342958806541005811noreply@blogger.com36tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15300888.post-68470722216209591992007-08-04T15:10:00.000-06:002007-08-04T15:16:58.281-06:00A Fond Farewell<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOZu46y9lTr1fkRaIM9TNVS1OqjjCEthggMOY5yG9jbol95fPHZnmMDfYOlrXG3gY7k8LHb6LhrUakxwF0G2h95nOV-amGb0j8Q0uoEIvtIjRkkBnFhsYHsFYzaf0IWdcOKlU4GQ/s1600-h/sothisistiny.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOZu46y9lTr1fkRaIM9TNVS1OqjjCEthggMOY5yG9jbol95fPHZnmMDfYOlrXG3gY7k8LHb6LhrUakxwF0G2h95nOV-amGb0j8Q0uoEIvtIjRkkBnFhsYHsFYzaf0IWdcOKlU4GQ/s200/sothisistiny.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094956903203126690" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBD2gNKcgpNhO0tzS3xwuLh1L98dqvmx_Tn_xoo6OBpsD5WFPxfkGrL4Kw_ndnHOFuqUnicT8qXECB8KaWdQmOtzJOT37RHycC8ZTHlPwgLLsvTKA2OPDZofqa2IfiQwVtYgExvQ/s1600-h/foyer.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBD2gNKcgpNhO0tzS3xwuLh1L98dqvmx_Tn_xoo6OBpsD5WFPxfkGrL4Kw_ndnHOFuqUnicT8qXECB8KaWdQmOtzJOT37RHycC8ZTHlPwgLLsvTKA2OPDZofqa2IfiQwVtYgExvQ/s200/foyer.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094956606850383250" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />A Fond Farewell & Loving Tribute.<br /><br />Alleen (aka the Sage Hen) was taken from us on August 3, 2007. She was suddenly stricken with a broken blood vessel in her brain which quickly took her life. She felt very little pain and she went quickly. <br /><br />I am going to miss my sweet wife, helpmate, confidant, and mother of my children. Alleen had a sense of humor that was witty and to some, hard to get. She would come home from teaching a Relief Society lesson and tell me how it had gone, and then she would tell me of one of her statements or jokes that she had told, then she would laugh as she described the look of the women’s faces as they tried to tell if she was joking or not, but the ones who knew her were trying to contain their laughter. I remember at my 20th high school reunion, one of my classmates was saying goodbye as we were leaving he said “It was nice to see you”, and Alleen said without missing a beat “It’s nice to be seen”. The classmate who was a lawyer just stared at us not knowing how to respond to her comment. <br /><br />Alleen loved her family. She loved going to Star Valley to visit the Bowling’s and the Sorenson’s and her mom of course. She loved to get together with the Stott’s and she regretted not seeing the Draper’s as much as she wanted to. She loved her dad Alf, She would tell me about going on road trips to Idaho Falls or other places and how she would stay awake to talk to her dad so he wouldn’t get lonely while the others were asleep. Alleen always had her camera with her to take pictures of the kids, nieces and nephews. Holland and Ashlee were some of her favorite targets because of the closeness of the two with Logan. She loved to take pictures of raindrops on roses, the cat attacking the toilet paper roll, the sunset, the lone bush, rock, tree, or critter just sitting out by itself in a field. Her favorite subjects were Logan and Adam, Katie then Ginger (our cats).<br /><br />Alleen loved being a reporter and writer. She was known for her non-biased opinions and reporting style for the paper. She hated being on the school beat because it made her feel very uncomfortable dealing with my employer and bosses. They really liked her, when I told one of the directors that they had replaced her with another reporter he said “Why I like her and I know that she was going to be fair and not try to create trouble.” She took her journalistic ethics very seriously and was never shy about letting me know when she saw another reporter abuse the ethics that she so deeply believed in. <br /><br />Most people never saw the sensitive side of her; she took her duties of motherhood very seriously. When Alleen had just given birth prematurely (due to incompetent cervix) to our second son Duncan, and as the doctors and nurses were taking care of her, she held our little boy as his life was slowly passing from him she was sobbing an apology to him for not being able to protect him, and for letting him down by not carrying him to term. The nurse thought that she was apologizing to them for crying, but I knew who she was apologizing to and I wanted to tell the nurse to shut up because she just didn’t get how seriously Alleen took her job as protector and mother. <br /><br />Goodbye and farewell my Alleen. I’ll miss you and I love you.<br />DavidSageHenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00342958806541005811noreply@blogger.com95