tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55709022649798459892024-03-21T14:50:22.467-07:00JerAndDiJorgensonAn amazing and not so fasinating look at the life and times of Jer and Di.Jer & Dihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05521402903434014249noreply@blogger.comBlogger74125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570902264979845989.post-10809904897243227382012-05-27T20:02:00.000-07:002012-05-27T20:09:51.846-07:00The office is finished<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Here's pretty much how it looks. I thought Diane would use all that counter top space for Young Women's projects, but she was released as Young Women's President. She now teaches the 9-year-olds in Primary so I guess she'll be preparing Primary lessons instead. She also is in charge of some sort of group of girls at summer girls camp, so she'll by busy with that till camp's over. Anyway, there's plenty of room here for her to work at something!</div>
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Here are the work stations with the first drawers I ever built. They weren't too tough after all. I still have to get a file cabinet that will look good under the window. The beat up one in the closet wouldn't look so hot. So, once I get that in I will have room in my closet for my shoes and they won't have to stay on the back porch.</div>
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<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fvyaVdx6XYY/T8LoN7E-pDI/AAAAAAAABNE/VavrsQK5S1o/s1600/Office+finished+May+12,+2012+001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" qba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fvyaVdx6XYY/T8LoN7E-pDI/AAAAAAAABNE/VavrsQK5S1o/s320/Office+finished+May+12,+2012+001.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Jer & Dihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05521402903434014249noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570902264979845989.post-68873482944433177312012-04-11T22:21:00.002-07:002012-04-11T23:40:10.496-07:00Finally, more of The Office<div align="center">Well, I took pictures all along the way, but never had time to put them on. Between Church, Scouts, job, vacation, holidays & this project, I go to bed pretty late and staying up to download pictures (this blog thing is annoyingly slow) became low priority.</div><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P3pMbgnokvQ/T4Z1RCdJ_1I/AAAAAAAABL8/LwGufywnYtQ/s1600/the%2Boffice%2B004.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5730396511452921682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P3pMbgnokvQ/T4Z1RCdJ_1I/AAAAAAAABL8/LwGufywnYtQ/s400/the%2Boffice%2B004.jpg" /></a>So, just about everything is done but making and installing the cabinet doors and drawer fronts. I put up the window treatments Monday night. </div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4Q3B7fUavsQ/T4Z1QmYXV2I/AAAAAAAABLw/AqAvp-8KZ1Y/s1600/the%2Boffice%2B003.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5730396503916631906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4Q3B7fUavsQ/T4Z1QmYXV2I/AAAAAAAABLw/AqAvp-8KZ1Y/s400/the%2Boffice%2B003.jpg" /></a>You can see why I left a strip of white on the walls when I painted them... too cheap to put a back on the cabinets!<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EWFExaeS_FA/T4Z1QbRsjTI/AAAAAAAABLk/jAIyR_uHAbI/s1600/the%2Boffice%2B002.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5730396500935871794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EWFExaeS_FA/T4Z1QbRsjTI/AAAAAAAABLk/jAIyR_uHAbI/s400/the%2Boffice%2B002.jpg" /></a>Above shows our work stations with the oak desk top and under-cabinet lights. Tonight I put shelves between the cabinets. Di wanted some shelves to decorate.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KLLNivAsU1c/T4Z1P4nBtvI/AAAAAAAABLY/R-e0dT5SNwo/s1600/the%2Boffice%2B001.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5730396491630098162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KLLNivAsU1c/T4Z1P4nBtvI/AAAAAAAABLY/R-e0dT5SNwo/s400/the%2Boffice%2B001.jpg" /></a><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Hummm</span>... a little <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">blurry</span>, but here is the board and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">batten</span>. The trim on the desktop extends all the way around the room. The cabinet doors will match the board and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">batten</span>. I'm anxious to see how it looks with the doors installed. </div><br /><div>So, there you have it. I guess the next pics will be when it's done.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div><br /></div>Jer & Dihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05521402903434014249noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570902264979845989.post-11339963314264332132012-02-27T23:10:00.004-08:002012-02-27T23:35:22.878-08:00Green!<div align="center">I'm not sure if this looks the same in the photo as in real life. I'm, uh, not good with colors. But Di picked green and she says she likes it so that's what matters.</div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RFkF0IwP-vQ/T0x_cLQDEuI/AAAAAAAABLI/62D2M5Ialk8/s1600/office2.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5714082149259481826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RFkF0IwP-vQ/T0x_cLQDEuI/AAAAAAAABLI/62D2M5Ialk8/s400/office2.JPG" /></a> No need to paint where the cabinets or wainscot go.<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6vFWODfGGx4/T0x_b4mn5-I/AAAAAAAABK8/4_flAsPK4-c/s1600/office1.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5714082144253896674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6vFWODfGGx4/T0x_b4mn5-I/AAAAAAAABK8/4_flAsPK4-c/s400/office1.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><br /></div>Jer & Dihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05521402903434014249noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570902264979845989.post-24834782855066850132012-02-25T22:20:00.005-08:002012-02-26T00:19:17.783-08:00The Office (not the TV show)<div align="center">Well, it's about time for another project. This room is a mess. No place to put Scout stuff and Young Women stuff except on the floor. It's hard to get around Grandpa Boylin's bookcase.</div><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oInvLNVmj8Q/T0nRvcAHWSI/AAAAAAAABJM/ZH30ODBbRXA/s1600/2012-Feb%2BOffice%2B003.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713328215196916002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oInvLNVmj8Q/T0nRvcAHWSI/AAAAAAAABJM/ZH30ODBbRXA/s400/2012-Feb%2BOffice%2B003.jpg" /></a> </div><br /><br /><div align="center">Di and I spend a lot of time here but all I see of her is her back.<br /></div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xyiakQtV5jQ/T0nRu6MChgI/AAAAAAAABJA/XljK9nYE02A/s1600/2012-Feb%2BOffice%2B002.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713328206120125954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xyiakQtV5jQ/T0nRu6MChgI/AAAAAAAABJA/XljK9nYE02A/s400/2012-Feb%2BOffice%2B002.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center">So, it was spend a lot of money on furniture or build cabinets. I asked Di which she preferred and after I made a sketch of cabinets, she decided they would be OK.<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FW2tLXaxuHQ/T0npFUGklxI/AAAAAAAABKs/2hfDdRp2LPo/s1600/2012-Feb%2BOffice%2B001.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713353879801075474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FW2tLXaxuHQ/T0npFUGklxI/AAAAAAAABKs/2hfDdRp2LPo/s400/2012-Feb%2BOffice%2B001.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div align="center">My dad's desk and Di's dad's bookcase will go up in the guest room with dad's dresser. </div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">This is hard to see... I did a sketch in pencil to see what cabinets would fit. This is the south wall where Di's computer was. We'll have counter top (work space for YW projects) and lots of storage. The large cabinet on the bottom left will be under the desktop, L shaped with the counter on this wall.</div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--vXW5OVpSOE/T0ne7sFETDI/AAAAAAAABKc/c84izJdD-g4/s1600/2012-Feb%2BOffice%2B007.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713342719322246194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--vXW5OVpSOE/T0ne7sFETDI/AAAAAAAABKc/c84izJdD-g4/s400/2012-Feb%2BOffice%2B007.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center">The east wall, where my computer was, will be desk space for both of us. We'll have storage cabinets above our desks with some open shelves between, and each will have a bank of drawers on our left. We'll put lighting under the top cabinets to light our work space. Cabinets will not go under the window on this wall, so there will be room to put a file cabinet there (it's now in my closet).<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tPIl7DX9aqs/T0ne7MAFb2I/AAAAAAAABKQ/0jILBaUuvs8/s1600/2012-Feb%2BOffice%2B006.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713342710711414626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tPIl7DX9aqs/T0ne7MAFb2I/AAAAAAAABKQ/0jILBaUuvs8/s400/2012-Feb%2BOffice%2B006.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><br />So here is my sad workshop. The one car garage is so stuffed with junk that I set up that folding table for a workbench and set up and use one tool at a time. But hey, since there is no snow, I can also use the driveway! Working evenings and most of Saturday, I have the cabinet boxes done and painted (Diane chose brown for the cabinets and green for the walls of the office. I decided to make the inside of the cabinets white). Next: paint the office, make face frames for the cabinets, then make the doors. And I'll need to tackel making my first drawers. We decided to also do <a href="http://images.search.yahoo.com/search/images;_ylt=A0oGdWKU5ElP8EEAi81XNyoA?p=board%20and%20batten%20wainscoting&fr=yfp-t-701-s&fr2=piv-web">board and batten </a>on the remaining walls. </div><br /><div align="center">Behind the for rent sign you can see the 3/4 oak plywood for the desk/counter top.</div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DMPRglwI9_4/T0ne6j8MNSI/AAAAAAAABKE/K_KDcIMzowM/s1600/2012-Feb%2BOffice%2B005.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713342699957663010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DMPRglwI9_4/T0ne6j8MNSI/AAAAAAAABKE/K_KDcIMzowM/s400/2012-Feb%2BOffice%2B005.jpg" /></a>Jer & Dihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05521402903434014249noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570902264979845989.post-88738717178739208332011-11-12T20:28:00.000-08:002011-11-12T20:34:49.604-08:00Chicken Stories(an email sent to my siblings)<br /><br />Dearest <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Sibs</span>,<br />As you can see below I have been <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">chastised</span> into participating in these marvelous emails. I <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">really do</span> enjoy them. I was just reading them when Diane came in and woke me up so I could finish. Not that the emails put me to sleep, it's just been a long day (Ward Youth Conference) and my computer is right by the heater vent and we just had dinner and I stayed up late last night and you know how it is... sometimes I just go to sleep! <br /><br />So, I beat you all to the punch with this chicken thing... I think I sent you all this link (<a href="http://yummyfood4all.blogspot.com/2008/02/grannys-fried-chicken.html">click here</a>) about my favorite chicken <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">recipe</span> but you may not remember. Kind of like Crystal finding my blog (that she has read and even <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">commented</span> on several times in the past!!). What's up with that?!?!?<br /><br />So, my memories of the ranch... I didn't like it. Well, actually, I didn't mind it most of the time, but I didn't like that I couldn't play football or wrestle because Dad said I had chores to get home to do. I mostly played on the ranch in Highland. I think the only chore I had there was keeping the water full in the turkey pen. And I think Dad did it too, Maybe it was just he would let me do it once in awhile. Or maybe I just wanted to play with the water and I remember it as if it was a chore! So, that and I had to pick up the rocks off the lawn before Dad would mow. But I am the one who put the rocks there so it was really just picking up after myself.<br /><br />I do remember the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Indian</span> tribe in Highland that the girls invented. I think we did rain dances and I seem to remember we even had a language for them. They must have been <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">strange</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Indians</span> to live on a chicken ranch. I hope they enjoyed the eggs we rolled out to them in the grass because it sure made Dad excited when he found them!<br /><br />In <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">Yucaipa</span> I did a little more work. Wasn't too fond of scraping the poop off the boards but it was honest work and kept me from being broke. If I recall, I started out at 25 cents an hour. And was I l<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">ucky</span> to earn that! My boss had to work on his Dad's ranch for room and board!!! Ah, things were good when I was a kid. <br /><br />I remember having to spread the feed in the evening and there was one chicken that would peck at my hand every time I went by. It got to where it made me really mad and one time when it got me good I stopped and grabbed her by the neck and slapped her up side the head. Now, I don't know how he did it, but every time I did something like that I'd look up and there would be Dad. Anyway, I explained that that hen always pecked at me and he said "what do you expect, you've got your hand in her supper"! And then he followed with something like "don't hit my chickens or I'll something, something you..." I don't remember the exact words, but you get the drift.<br /><br />Once at the beach I found a rock that looked kind of like an egg and I brought it home an put it out with the eggs for Dad to find when he gathered eggs. He thought that was pretty funny. He had it sitting in the egg house for a long time. <br /><br />I learned a lot about responsibility working on that ranch. When I moved my family back to <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error">Yucaipa</span> in 1982 I built a little coop and put in about 6 hens and told the kids to keep them fed and watered or they would die. I wanted to teach them the same responsibility I had learned. You have to take care of animals or they will die! They don't just get mad at you, or pout, or go to their friend's house to eat, they DIE. I was sure my kids would be good chicken ranchers. After all, it was in their blood! Well it went pretty well for a couple of weeks. And then they started dieing. So I gathered up what remained of the flock and put them in the cab of my truck and drove up the street and threw them over the fence of some yard that had chickens. I talked to that guy a few years later and told him what I had done and said I <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">thought</span> he had probably been pretty surprised to find more chickens in his yard. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error">Hahahaha</span>... but he said "not really... it happened all the time. Even got a goat once that way". Guess I wasn't the only one trying to teach responsibility.<br /><br />So, there is my entry for tonight. Thank you, Crystal, for getting me off my duff. It was a thrill to think of chicken stories. Now I have to go clean my office. My wife thinks I need to pick up after myself. But first I think I will sing a little to the clutter and maybe even do a little rain dance.<br /><br />Love to all,<br /><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error">Jer</span><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="http://jeranddijorgenson.blogspot.com/2009/03/golden-ring.html">The Legacy Assured</a></span></div>Jer & Dihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05521402903434014249noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570902264979845989.post-12649448141684252802011-09-16T20:43:00.001-07:002011-09-16T20:54:15.039-07:00Scout Camp!<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JbAoLng1awo/TnQX8uGqGuI/AAAAAAAABIo/su_ZBK71-yc/s1600/Summer%2B2010%2B175.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 277px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 427px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653169764192361186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JbAoLng1awo/TnQX8uGqGuI/AAAAAAAABIo/su_ZBK71-yc/s400/Summer%2B2010%2B175.jpg" /></a>This was cool. I got to go to 11-year-old Scout Camp with Michael. We did a 6 mile hike and passed off a bunch of requirements in his scout book. We spent Friday night in a tent and Michael got to blow the horn a bunch of times that signaled time to move to the next workshop. I was especially proud when he carried the American flag in the flag raising ceremony.<br /><span style="font-size:78%;">(And no, I don't know what that red thing is under the picture)</span><br /></div>Jer & Dihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05521402903434014249noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570902264979845989.post-84151399925651575612011-09-16T19:54:00.000-07:002011-09-16T20:37:23.042-07:00The best job ever!<div align="center">Grandparents Day</div><br /><div align="center">Last Wednesday was Grandparents Day at Taylor's school. She goes to a great school and once a year they have a day when Grandparents can go see a little program and then visit their grandchild's classroom. So Diane took the day off and I took a long lunch and off we went to see Taylor. </div><br /><div align="center">Now, let me say, I have had a lot of jobs in my life. I've worked as a janitor, copier repair man, a salesman, a grunt, a manager, and in construction. I could probably not even list all the different jobs I have had. There were many years in my life that I had two jobs and sometimes even three!</div><br /><div align="center">You could even count 4 at a time if you counted the job of daddy. And until a few years ago, I thought the job of daddy was the best. It was really annoying when the other jobs got in the way of the daddy job. But I had to pay the bills so the other jobs got done. Well, I'm finding that the older I get, the more annoyed I get at the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">interruptions</span> in my life from this bothersome thing called a job. I'm thankful for the money and free car and benefits and paid vacation days, but wanting me to come in to work every day is just getting out of hand! Oh well, retirement is, unfortunately, not around the corner. So I will continue to go to work. </div><br /><div align="center">But that will not stop me from enjoying the best job ever: </div><br /><div align="center">Grandpa.</div><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aRsqhx6NgHU/TnQMqG2lmrI/AAAAAAAABIc/PAXZET4w79Y/s1600/September%2B2011%2B054.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653157349790423730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aRsqhx6NgHU/TnQMqG2lmrI/AAAAAAAABIc/PAXZET4w79Y/s400/September%2B2011%2B054.jpg" /></a>When I think about it, I did have a little training on how to be a grandparent. I used to watch my dad as his eyes sparkled around the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">grand kids</span>. He was not as rambunctious as I am. He would not have jumped on the trampoline or gone to Scout Camp with the grandkids. But he did ride them around the ranch in the electric egg cart. He liked to take Pug for a walk and have a grand kid along with him. He liked to watch TV with them, especially if it <a href="http://jeranddijorgenson.blogspot.com/2009/10/2-year-old-little-boys.html">included a nap</a>! He took the grand kids fishing and made sure they got a big orange from his tree when they came to visit. My mom used to cook and sew and do crafts with them. This grandparent thing can take up a lot of time. And though it's not time yet, I am ready for just one job. I want to be a full-time grandpa!</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#6600cc;"><a href="http://jeranddijorgenson.blogspot.com/2009/03/golden-ring.html"><span style="font-size:78%;">The Legacy Assured</span><br /></a></span><br /></div>Jer & Dihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05521402903434014249noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570902264979845989.post-52693505642231001182011-05-05T20:41:00.000-07:002011-05-05T22:14:59.330-07:00Tilt-O-Whirl<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hd9TWJGwPV4/TcNu8rCPxaI/AAAAAAAABIM/OWU33yABP9A/s1600/tilt-o-whirl.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603444350002382242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hd9TWJGwPV4/TcNu8rCPxaI/AAAAAAAABIM/OWU33yABP9A/s400/tilt-o-whirl.jpg" /></a> This is Andy. He's my buddy. Last <a href="http://jorgensonclan.blogspot.com/search?updated-max=2011-04-23T20%3A35%3A00-07%3A00&max-results=7">February</a> we went to <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Scandia</span> with him and his family. He wanted to ride the Tilt-O-Whirl because it was included with the wristband we had bought him. It wasn't included with ours, so he rode alone. It brought back a lot of memories for me. When I was a boy we used to go to the Orange Show in San <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Bernardino</span>. I remember walking through the midway wanting to ride all the rides over and over. The Tilt-O-Whirl was one of those. To be fair, my Mom and sister would ride it once, but I liked it and wanted to ride more so I usually took another turn or two by myself. Watching Andy reminded me of a fun tradition we had as a family when I was young. I didn't think of it as a tradition at the time, but looking back, I guess it was. I can remember riding over in my Dad's big Buick. We would park in the dirt parking lot and I would hold his hand as we walked across the street. He would squeeze my hand and I would squeeze back. We'd do that over and over. I thought my Dad had very big hands. And he always had dimes in his pocket for me to throw to try to win a dish or fish. But the best part was the corn dogs and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">lemonade</span>. Dad thought that corn dogs were the best invention for kids. And fair corn dogs are the best. I don't even remember sitting down to eat them. We just kept walking through the fair. We would walk through all the buildings with displays. It wasn't as fun as riding the rides, but for some reason I liked it. Maybe it was because I was with my family. And there was always that big hand to squeeze. </div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://jeranddijorgenson.blogspot.com/2009/03/golden-ring.html"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;">The legacy</span></a><span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"> assured.</span> </div>Jer & Dihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05521402903434014249noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570902264979845989.post-20090849294240711072011-02-05T10:39:00.000-08:002011-02-05T10:45:00.589-08:00Silhouettes On The Beach<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/TU2ZpcY-QtI/AAAAAAAABHk/AJT_3k7nanM/s1600/silhouette.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570277251401794258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/TU2ZpcY-QtI/AAAAAAAABHk/AJT_3k7nanM/s400/silhouette.jpg" /></a> Sometimes we see life in silhouettes,</div><div align="center">Though the light beyond is as bright as it gets.</div><div align="center">But shadows follow close behind,</div><div align="center">And bring tender moments to our mind.</div><div align="center">Of quiet times in beautiful places,</div><div align="center">And our children's warmth and their happy faces.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="http://jorgensonclan.blogspot.com/2011_01_01_archive.html">Follow my amazing daughter-in-law's blogs.<br /></a></div><div align="center"></div>Jer & Dihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05521402903434014249noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570902264979845989.post-38709951890505003592011-01-08T00:04:00.000-08:002011-01-08T01:20:09.762-08:00First in war, first in peace, and first in the hearts of his countrymen.<div align="justify"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/TSgbg0pK2SI/AAAAAAAABHM/UgMJBM48150/s1600/George%2BWashington%2B001.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559723990689962274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/TSgbg0pK2SI/AAAAAAAABHM/UgMJBM48150/s400/George%2BWashington%2B001.jpg" /></a> Tonight my grandson Michael and I finished Douglas <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Southall</span> Freeman's seven volume set biography of George Washington. In 2008 when Diane asked me what I would like for Christmas, I suggested this long out of circulation set (first published in 1957). Well, she found it on the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">internet</span> and it is one of my all-time favorite gifts. I had also received, some time that year, a bookmark with a picture of Michael on it. So, for 2 years as I read <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">thru</span> this set, I had Michael with me all the while. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">TeriLe</span>, Michael, and Daniel lived with us for a few years and I miss them all the time. But with this bookmark, it was like Michael was sitting with me every time I read of George Washington.</div><div align="justify"> Washington was eulogized by many. Perhaps the most famous words (forming the title of this blog) were by Henry Lee, his long-time friend and fellow Virginian. But I think my favorite were by Thomas Jefferson: "His integrity was most pure, his justice the most inflexible I have ever known, no motives or interest or <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">consanguinity</span>, of friendship or hatred, being able to bias his decision. He was indeed, in every sense of the words, a wise, a good and a great man".</div><div align="justify"> And so, somehow <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">thru</span> osmosis or something, this is what I wish for Michael. He's a good kid. I hope he learns well how to be a good man. I know <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">TeriLe</span> is teaching him how to work on the "farm" and that will help. </div><div align="justify"> Michael, I hope you study hard in school, listen in Church, and mind your Mom. These are all things that George Washington did. I can't wait to see you again so I can tell you some of the stories I remember of George Washington. And, yes, I wish this for all my <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">grand kids</span>, but Michael's <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">picture</span> is sitting here looking at me! I hope they all learn to have integrity that is most pure.</div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"><br />Now go look up <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">consanguinity</span>....</div><div align="justify"> </div>Jer & Dihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05521402903434014249noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570902264979845989.post-47610293107523326062010-12-24T12:13:00.000-08:002010-12-24T13:30:03.756-08:00Dad's watch<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/TRUBDWftkzI/AAAAAAAABGs/TnB-2JHESuM/s1600/Dad%2527s%2Bwatch.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554346872521200434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/TRUBDWftkzI/AAAAAAAABGs/TnB-2JHESuM/s400/Dad%2527s%2Bwatch.jpg" /></a> The inscription reads: From Doris to Floyd 10-10-62. That was my Dad's 46<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">th</span> birthday. On that day he was 13 years younger than I am today. I was 11 and just that June we had moved to the ranch in <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Yucaipa</span>. I remember sitting next to Dad in the little church on 1st Street watching the little second hand go around and looking at his hands. His hands were large and rough. The hands of a life-long farmer and rancher. Hands that worked hard and were proud of what they did. They were tanned from working outside and there were some age spots beginning to show. His hair was dark and there were <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">callouses</span> on his palms. He used to look at my hands and tell me I should be proud of having <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">callouses, they were the sign of a real man. I used to tease my friends because they didn't have callouses. Dad and I worked together on the ranch and when he talked (he was usually pretty quiet) he would try to teach me what it took to be a man. Mostly, he said, it takes a lot of work. He taught me to be proud of my work, to sit back and admire it when the job was completed. "Don't rush off, take a look at what you have done". Even to this day, when I get done with a project, I sit back and enjoy what I've done. Sometimes I will just pull up a chair and look for awhile. That is actually one reason I like to put on this blog the projects that I am working on.</span><br /><p><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Today is Christmas eve. We don't have any family here today. It's kind of quiet and lonely. But we get to spend Christmas morning with Tyler and his amazing family and that will be great. I have worked on a little project for his girls. The paint is drying in the workshop. I will post pics when I get it put together. So I have been reading my kid's blogs and taking a look at what my family has done. I'm pretty proud of them all and hope they all have happiness thru the Holidays and forever. Life's not easy. It takes a lot of work. But they are all working hard at making a good life for my grandkids. </span></p><p><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected">I think now I will put on my Dad's watch, his <a href="http://jeranddijorgenson.blogspot.com/2009/03/golden-ring.html">golden ring</a>, and go enjoy Christmas eve with my beautiful wife. She just brought home a rib eye roast, so it looks like we'll have a good Christmas eve dinner! But before that, maybe I'll go out to the yard and see if I can work up some callouses. Because that's what a real man does.</span></p>Jer & Dihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05521402903434014249noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570902264979845989.post-1711318050971086442010-12-12T02:17:00.000-08:002010-12-12T02:40:15.750-08:00<div align="center">October 3, 2010... <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">click</span> <a href="http://jeranddijorgenson.blogspot.com/2010/10/on-with-remodel-and-rest-of-life.html">here </a>to see when this adventure began. Remember that room?</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Our back porch/laundry room serves as a main entrance to our home. Since we park toward the back of the house, and since we use our back yard so much, we use the back <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">entrance</span> the most. So it should look decent, right. Well it is 99% done, just some touch-up to do.</div><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/TQSjuwG2giI/AAAAAAAABF0/kiv8uP8Q1b4/s1600/laundry%2Broom%2B12-2010-2%2B003.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549740664410243618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/TQSjuwG2giI/AAAAAAAABF0/kiv8uP8Q1b4/s400/laundry%2Broom%2B12-2010-2%2B003.jpg" /></a></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> It's hard to get a picture of it all, but here are several views.<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/TQSjuUV0MHI/AAAAAAAABFs/yknSS48Cfuo/s1600/laundry%2Broom%2B12-2010-2%2B002.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549740656956813426" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/TQSjuUV0MHI/AAAAAAAABFs/yknSS48Cfuo/s400/laundry%2Broom%2B12-2010-2%2B002.jpg" /></a><br />Here's the washer/dryer Tyler got for us out of a house he was selling. We'll leave our old white set over in the Little Red House.<br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/TQSjuAFpEVI/AAAAAAAABFk/gjrPbsc-anQ/s1600/laundry%2Broom%2B12-2010-2%2B001.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549740651520266578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/TQSjuAFpEVI/AAAAAAAABFk/gjrPbsc-anQ/s400/laundry%2Broom%2B12-2010-2%2B001.jpg" /></a><br /><div>So, these aren't as cute as our kid's blogs with pictures of our <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">grand kids</span>, but hey, you blog what you got. </div></div><br /></div>Jer & Dihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05521402903434014249noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570902264979845989.post-50171745624436053242010-12-10T21:42:00.000-08:002010-12-10T22:44:48.583-08:00One more day!<u><span style="color:#0000ff;"></span></u><u><span style="color:#0000ff;"></span></u><div align="center">I took a day off work to try to get this finished before Sunday when Di's family is coming. </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Here is the new entry door to the kitchen. It's kind of a ribbed glass <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">thingie</span>. It's all in and painted... just need to touch up the paint. This is a custom order door and they actually cut it a little too narrow... I had to take off the trim and shim out the case so it would fit. Nothing is ever easy in an old house, but it doesn't help when they don't make the new part right either!</div><div align="center"><u><span style="color:#0000ff;"></span></u></div><u><span style="color:#0000ff;"></span></u><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/TQMWgFGzOpI/AAAAAAAABFY/wofrbOYkEG4/s1600/laundry%2Broom%2B12-2010%2B021.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549303906232908434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/TQMWgFGzOpI/AAAAAAAABFY/wofrbOYkEG4/s400/laundry%2Broom%2B12-2010%2B021.jpg" /> <p align="center"></a>From the kitchen side.<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/TQMWfurH8sI/AAAAAAAABFQ/P1fXokOu3wc/s1600/laundry%2Broom%2B12-2010%2B019.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549303900211245762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/TQMWfurH8sI/AAAAAAAABFQ/P1fXokOu3wc/s400/laundry%2Broom%2B12-2010%2B019.jpg" /></a><br />Putting a shelf above the washer/dryer.<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/TQMWfDz9fcI/AAAAAAAABFI/8Gj8qBQHzRc/s1600/laundry%2Broom%2B12-2010%2B018.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549303888705584578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/TQMWfDz9fcI/AAAAAAAABFI/8Gj8qBQHzRc/s400/laundry%2Broom%2B12-2010%2B018.jpg" /></a><br />Ki<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">nd</span> of dark, but this is the new floor from outside looking in.<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/TQMWelJjuoI/AAAAAAAABFA/_ESAyGYOlBg/s1600/laundry%2Broom%2B12-2010%2B016.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549303880474671746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/TQMWelJjuoI/AAAAAAAABFA/_ESAyGYOlBg/s400/laundry%2Broom%2B12-2010%2B016.jpg" /></a></p><div align="center">Putting in the floor... I think my pictures went in upside down.</div><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/TQMWd1SuuxI/AAAAAAAABE4/mb3EnDTYyiw/s1600/laundry%2Broom%2B12-2010%2B013.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549303867628239634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/TQMWd1SuuxI/AAAAAAAABE4/mb3EnDTYyiw/s400/laundry%2Broom%2B12-2010%2B013.jpg" /></a><br />Cabinets installed and painted.<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/TQMSpUzbGWI/AAAAAAAABEs/LFOdIs6kdtY/s1600/laundry%2Broom%2B12-2010%2B010.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549299667018914146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/TQMSpUzbGWI/AAAAAAAABEs/LFOdIs6kdtY/s400/laundry%2Broom%2B12-2010%2B010.jpg" /></a><br />Stopped while painting to get a pic. See the ceiling above the cabinet? Nothing level, plumb, or square in this old house. There is no way to make this look good, it will get trimmed as is.<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/TQMSpIbcIyI/AAAAAAAABEk/aDu885WJIfk/s1600/laundry%2Broom%2B12-2010%2B009.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549299663697093410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/TQMSpIbcIyI/AAAAAAAABEk/aDu885WJIfk/s400/laundry%2Broom%2B12-2010%2B009.jpg" /></a>1 coat primer, two coats paint. Easy when the room is empty.<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/TQMSov-BF-I/AAAAAAAABEc/rZ_YhSQTl_E/s1600/laundry%2Broom%2B12-2010%2B005.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549299657131235298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/TQMSov-BF-I/AAAAAAAABEc/rZ_YhSQTl_E/s400/laundry%2Broom%2B12-2010%2B005.jpg" /></a><br />I don't remember what I was doing when Di took this pic. But see all those spots? That's dust on the flash. I must have been <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">stirring</span> something up!<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/TQMSoPTnJGI/AAAAAAAABEU/xm-vK3brhLI/s1600/laundry%2Broom%2B12-2010%2B001.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549299648363439202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/TQMSoPTnJGI/AAAAAAAABEU/xm-vK3brhLI/s400/laundry%2Broom%2B12-2010%2B001.jpg" /></a><br />This is doing the plumbing... under the floor and up the walls. It was easier to cut access <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">thru</span> the floor than work in the 2 foot crawl space. That's the new sub-floor leaning on the wall behind me. After I was done with the plumbing, I put the patches back in and covered it all up with another layer of sub-floor. There were already 3... now there are 4.<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/TQMSncL_GHI/AAAAAAAABEM/fEbOY65LCDQ/s1600/laundry%2Broom%2B12-2010%2B003.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549299634641246322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/TQMSncL_GHI/AAAAAAAABEM/fEbOY65LCDQ/s400/laundry%2Broom%2B12-2010%2B003.jpg" /></a> So, tomorrow is Saturday and after I take the Scouts down to sell mistletoe for their fund-raiser, I'll be back to install the baseboard, move the Coke machine and washer/dryer in and be DONE!<br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Jer & Dihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05521402903434014249noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570902264979845989.post-26647665675451527362010-11-27T22:26:00.000-08:002010-11-27T22:51:20.327-08:00Didn't make it by Thanksgiving...<div align="center">I was supposed to have this done before Amy got here with her family for Thanksgiving. Maybe it will be done by Dec 12 when Diane's family is here for Christmas!</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Cabinets are built and ready to install and paint.</div><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/TPH4v5L-o9I/AAAAAAAABEA/1k5UWUyHkFQ/s1600/back%2Bporch%2B003.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544486117958394834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/TPH4v5L-o9I/AAAAAAAABEA/1k5UWUyHkFQ/s400/back%2Bporch%2B003.jpg" /></a> </div><br /><div align="center">Plumbing is done (moved inside the wall, it was outside) Had to move the gas line, hot and cold water, and drain. I also installed two additional outlets for the vending machine and the dryer. Installed new sub-floor & insulation (I'm trying to figure out how to get a heater vent in here.)<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/TPH4vSA1_cI/AAAAAAAABD4/CDvQPrslf-s/s1600/back%2Bporch%2B002.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544486107442707906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/TPH4vSA1_cI/AAAAAAAABD4/CDvQPrslf-s/s400/back%2Bporch%2B002.jpg" /></a><br />Actually as of Nov. 23. 2010, the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">sheet rock</span> is also installed, but I don't have a picture yet.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/TPH4vJi5wXI/AAAAAAAABDw/QJ8Mb5yvCco/s1600/back%2Bporch%2B001.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544486105169641842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/TPH4vJi5wXI/AAAAAAAABDw/QJ8Mb5yvCco/s400/back%2Bporch%2B001.jpg" /></a> So, just need to paint, install & paint cabinets, install floor, base & case, and new door to kitchen.</div><br /><div>By Dec 12? Piece of cake!<br /><br /><div></div></div><br /></div>Jer & Dihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05521402903434014249noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570902264979845989.post-71088223100097146652010-10-04T23:49:00.000-07:002010-10-05T00:06:19.840-07:00At the park in Wrightwood<p><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwsqzsA47BYcz4l1eVgLGUm7W9NBGKpWjXGSo1BZFGsHAnUF52TPY4B7KjeyqPOvAK5uzteJ37rDV7-LKSa_w' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p></p><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dz7qdOZj4ZoHKXVUHRtpSA1il_7Z9K869G44sKvdDGRl4PvvAShedV_jxmxaZUQ7AFpoghwWGdFtWTOIgdrpg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Jer & Dihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05521402903434014249noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570902264979845989.post-44963903391677431832010-10-03T22:04:00.000-07:002010-10-04T01:14:28.696-07:00On with the remodel (and the rest of life)<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/TKl_G8tFpCI/AAAAAAAABDk/AMa-L9JY_Qk/s1600/snow+house.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 97px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524086175297807394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/TKl_G8tFpCI/AAAAAAAABDk/AMa-L9JY_Qk/s400/snow+house.jpg" /></a> <div></div><div>When <a href="http://jeranddijorgenson.blogspot.com/2008/01/ok-we-did-it.html">I first started this <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">blo</span></a>g it was just to record a few things from our life that I thought would be fun for our kids to read on the web. Since I got such a hoot out of reading theirs, I figured I would do one too! Diane quickly took over and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">became</span> the more frequent blogger, but she has now moved on to <a href="http://www.facebook.com/?ref=home#!/diane.boylinjorgenson"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Facebook</span></a> and doesn't come here any more. So, I am pretty much back at the helm. The previous post, <a href="http://jeranddijorgenson.blogspot.com/">The Front Porch Floor</a>, promised updates on the continuing remodel of our "vintage" 1932 <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">Wrightwood</span> cabin between vacations, scouts and other distractions of life. So, on we go... I need to get this back porch remodeled to match the now "<a href="http://jeranddijorgenson.blogspot.com/2008/11/kitchen-is-done.html">relatively new</a>" kitchen.</div><div></div><div><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/TKl5l6UtHmI/AAAAAAAABDQ/QAKLGP83HzQ/s1600/September+2010+149.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524080110164844130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/TKl5l6UtHmI/AAAAAAAABDQ/QAKLGP83HzQ/s400/September+2010+149.jpg" /></a><br />This back door serves as the most <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">frequent</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">entrance</span> for us and most visitors... not very attractive.<br /><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/TKl5lqd6LPI/AAAAAAAABDI/xmFFeVOB6tI/s1600/September+2010+150.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524080105908481266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/TKl5lqd6LPI/AAAAAAAABDI/xmFFeVOB6tI/s400/September+2010+150.jpg" /></a> </div><div align="center">But first I had to take the Scouts to<a href="http://troop159wrightwood.blogspot.com/2010/08/camp-whitsett-july-24-31-2010.html"> Camp <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">Whitsett</span></a> and a few other trips.<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/TKl5lcr1IjI/AAAAAAAABDA/EaNJ-szRoTo/s1600/scout+camp+241.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524080102208774706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/TKl5lcr1IjI/AAAAAAAABDA/EaNJ-szRoTo/s400/scout+camp+241.jpg" /></a><br />Like the West Rim Trail in Zion National Park<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/TKl5k4nK8RI/AAAAAAAABC4/CyBo4YY2NO0/s1600/Zion+004.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524080092525555986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/TKl5k4nK8RI/AAAAAAAABC4/CyBo4YY2NO0/s400/Zion+004.jpg" /></a><br />And a little trip up Mt. Baden-Powell, and a couple others you can see on the <a href="http://troop159wrightwood.blogspot.com/">Scout Blog</a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/TKl5kVTFDVI/AAAAAAAABCw/FNb5B78ODVA/s1600/Baden-Powell+August+14+2010+024.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524080083046042962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/TKl5kVTFDVI/AAAAAAAABCw/FNb5B78ODVA/s400/Baden-Powell+August+14+2010+024.jpg" /></a><br />And we had to do a <a href="http://jorgensonclan.blogspot.com/2010/08/we-finally-made-it.html">Family Reunion </a>at my sister's beach house in <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">Capitola</span><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/TKl1zZ7WVPI/AAAAAAAABCk/wnzNXlNgb24/s1600/Capitola+July+2010+139.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524075943940216050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/TKl1zZ7WVPI/AAAAAAAABCk/wnzNXlNgb24/s400/Capitola+July+2010+139.jpg" /></a><br />It was cool weather and cold water (yeah, spoiled by Hawaii), but an awesome time!<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/TKl1y0ZHv1I/AAAAAAAABCc/-Gg4JEcB2lo/s1600/Capitola+July+2010+140.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524075933864542034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/TKl1y0ZHv1I/AAAAAAAABCc/-Gg4JEcB2lo/s400/Capitola+July+2010+140.jpg" /></a><br />And a beautiful house to gather great kids and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">grand kids</span> for crafts and fun<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/TKl1ykDYM1I/AAAAAAAABCU/J_OZWiIFpPU/s1600/Capitola+July+2010+172.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524075929478378322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/TKl1ykDYM1I/AAAAAAAABCU/J_OZWiIFpPU/s400/Capitola+July+2010+172.jpg" /></a><br />Di and I took a little weekend trip to <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error">Sedona</span>, one of our favorite places<br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/TKl1yQzKlkI/AAAAAAAABCM/RB3WbeIGUE4/s1600/September+2010+024.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524075924310103618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/TKl1yQzKlkI/AAAAAAAABCM/RB3WbeIGUE4/s400/September+2010+024.jpg" /></a><br />Had breakfast at our favorite breakfast spot<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/TKl1yEaOVOI/AAAAAAAABCE/jX7GvIG8pXE/s1600/September+2010+015.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524075920984265954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/TKl1yEaOVOI/AAAAAAAABCE/jX7GvIG8pXE/s400/September+2010+015.jpg" /></a><br />This is Di's self-portrait at the information center, I guess they were warning us to beware of the local wildlife!<br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/TKlxvSNattI/AAAAAAAABB4/Q8oFCkHdVGo/s1600/September+2010+016.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524071475102529234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/TKlxvSNattI/AAAAAAAABB4/Q8oFCkHdVGo/s400/September+2010+016.jpg" /></a></div><div></div><div>We went up to Lake Powell and took a river raft "float" down the Colorado. A "float" means there is no white water and it's not a very exciting ride. Beautiful <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">scenery</span>, and nice to be on the water, though. And I have always wanted to see this stretch of the river.<br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/TKlxvMhnEuI/AAAAAAAABBw/XaSOtUxn7gI/s1600/September+2010+064.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524071473576612578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/TKlxvMhnEuI/AAAAAAAABBw/XaSOtUxn7gI/s400/September+2010+064.jpg" /></a><br />And last weekend we went up to <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error">TeriLe's</span> birthday party in Washington.<br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/TKlxuzoxO7I/AAAAAAAABBo/PAV5vgQozyE/s1600/September+2010+265.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524071466895752114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/TKlxuzoxO7I/AAAAAAAABBo/PAV5vgQozyE/s400/September+2010+265.jpg" /></a> </div><div>Here are all the Washington <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">grand kids</span>!<br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/TKlxuSR_06I/AAAAAAAABBg/ULfmOnYHd2Q/s1600/September+2010+253.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524071457941869474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/TKlxuSR_06I/AAAAAAAABBg/ULfmOnYHd2Q/s400/September+2010+253.jpg" /></a><br />And we got to spend some time with Tyler's family here in <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error">SoCal</span>. Here are the boys at the lake.<br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/TKlxuB44d-I/AAAAAAAABBY/Mg_pjAdgKaE/s1600/September+2010+004.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524071453541562338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/TKlxuB44d-I/AAAAAAAABBY/Mg_pjAdgKaE/s400/September+2010+004.jpg" /></a><br />And we went to Grandparents day at Taylor's school.<br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/TKluphINjII/AAAAAAAABBM/xVUg7ojAJjw/s1600/September+2010+120.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524068077493128322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/TKluphINjII/AAAAAAAABBM/xVUg7ojAJjw/s400/September+2010+120.jpg" /></a><br />Here we are waiting in line for pictures. But, what the heck, we had a camera too!<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/TKlupSosXdI/AAAAAAAABBE/leq2ESuUUHI/s1600/September+2010+128.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524068073602833874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/TKlupSosXdI/AAAAAAAABBE/leq2ESuUUHI/s400/September+2010+128.jpg" /></a><br /><br />And just this weekend we got to have the twins up for a sleep-over. That was super-fun.<br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/TKlupHTfZRI/AAAAAAAABA8/TvoYczv0_N0/s1600/105_1099.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524068070561113362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/TKlupHTfZRI/AAAAAAAABA8/TvoYczv0_N0/s400/105_1099.JPG" /></a><br />We went to the park<br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/TKluoh7RGwI/AAAAAAAABA0/7QjEkeRBqXQ/s1600/105_1104.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524068060527401730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/TKluoh7RGwI/AAAAAAAABA0/7QjEkeRBqXQ/s400/105_1104.JPG" /></a><br />And took more pictures<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/TKluoKaFCmI/AAAAAAAABAs/6VSc0iRDvzE/s1600/105_1091.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524068054214183522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/TKluoKaFCmI/AAAAAAAABAs/6VSc0iRDvzE/s400/105_1091.JPG" /></a><br />But now, it's time to get to work. This is almost a before picture... I have already moved the water heater down to the basement and forgot to get a picture first. But the water heater used to be in that corner behind the Coke machine.<br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/TKlqjpye-_I/AAAAAAAABAg/feyD5bpbqwQ/s1600/September+2010+147.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524063578692189170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/TKlqjpye-_I/AAAAAAAABAg/feyD5bpbqwQ/s400/September+2010+147.jpg" /></a> </div><div>It's new home is in the basement. I tried to move the existing one to save some money, but it didn't move well. So we now have a new one all snug and secure in it's blanket under the house. It was nice that a flue, gas line, and water lines were all conveniently <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">located</span>.<br /></div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/TKlqjTw-MBI/AAAAAAAABAY/chkuAc3vEPg/s1600/September+2010+124.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524063572780265490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/TKlqjTw-MBI/AAAAAAAABAY/chkuAc3vEPg/s400/September+2010+124.jpg" /></a></div><div></div><div>Next project, the door.<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/TKlqjHbKugI/AAAAAAAABAQ/rBGhMOaKT4M/s1600/September+2010+150.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524063569467587074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/TKlqjHbKugI/AAAAAAAABAQ/rBGhMOaKT4M/s400/September+2010+150.jpg" /></a></div></div><div></div><div>Now, remember, nothing in this old house is level, plumb, square, or standard size. The original entry door was only 28" so I needed to open it up for a 32" 9-lite entry door. To do that, I needed to move the light switches and the porch light over 4" as well.<br /></div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/TKlqi93TReI/AAAAAAAABAI/P6Sxv7wS3Mg/s1600/September+2010+155.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524063566901233122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/TKlqi93TReI/AAAAAAAABAI/P6Sxv7wS3Mg/s400/September+2010+155.jpg" /></a></div><div></div><div>Here is the new door. </div><div>It makes the house look crooked (which it is) because the new door is now level and plumb.<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/TKlqij_8MpI/AAAAAAAABAA/yq-yGsUW_hM/s1600/100_1076.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524063559958147730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/TKlqij_8MpI/AAAAAAAABAA/yq-yGsUW_hM/s400/100_1076.JPG" /></a> And on we go. Next, move the plumbing to move the washer to the other side of the dryer under the window so we can put cabinets between the washer/dryer and the Coke machine. Then repair all the drywall, put in a new sub-floor, build and install the cabinets and install the new flooring to match the kitchen and front porch. All before Thanksgiving? Well, maybe. We'll see. Di has said I can move the washer/dryer to the Little Red House so I don't have to work around them. She also said I should take some vacation days to get this done. I think she wants it done quicker than the kitchen!</div><div></div><div>So, long post, but I figure I'm the only one who reads it anyway!!!</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Jer & Dihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05521402903434014249noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570902264979845989.post-46256958732428549172010-05-24T23:01:00.000-07:002010-05-24T23:48:14.673-07:00The Front Porch Floor<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/S_tpcwIs-4I/AAAAAAAAA_Q/IYhNKuuIUSY/s1600/Front+porch+004.jpg"></a>When started to remodel the kitchen over <a href="http://jeranddijorgenson.blogspot.com/2008/03/let-remodel-begin.html"><em>two years ago</em> </a>we bought enough <a href="http://jeranddijorgenson.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html">flooring</a> to do the front porch and the back porch when we remodeled it. Since it's been awhile, I figured I'd better get busy. So before I tackle the major job in back, I figured I'd better put in the front porch floor... it's been sitting in packages at the end of the porch since <a href="http://jeranddijorgenson.blogspot.com/2008/11/kitchen-is-done.html">November 2008</a>.<br /><br /><a href="http://jeranddijorgenson.blogspot.com/2008/09/it-is-nearing-completion.html"></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/S_tpcrygCWI/AAAAAAAAA_I/1JxVjWBgS8s/s1600/Front+porch+005.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475085713510762850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/S_tpcrygCWI/AAAAAAAAA_I/1JxVjWBgS8s/s400/Front+porch+005.jpg" border="0" /></a> Tyler says, "after 15 years, NO AstroTurf"! It was really an indoor-outdoor carpet. But it did look like AstroTurf!<br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/S_tpcNius4I/AAAAAAAAA_A/zcweY6oUpRQ/s1600/Front+porch+006.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475085705391551362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/S_tpcNius4I/AAAAAAAAA_A/zcweY6oUpRQ/s400/Front+porch+006.jpg" border="0" /></a> I just moved the furniture back and forth as I worked across the floor.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/S_tpbxH_DDI/AAAAAAAAA-4/3daElPcAoy0/s1600/Front+porch+007.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475085697763183666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/S_tpbxH_DDI/AAAAAAAAA-4/3daElPcAoy0/s400/Front+porch+007.jpg" border="0" /></a>And a couple of shots of the finished project.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/S_tpbuFVg7I/AAAAAAAAA-w/5m20UArPUSM/s1600/Front+porch+008.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475085696946766770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/S_tpbuFVg7I/AAAAAAAAA-w/5m20UArPUSM/s400/Front+porch+008.jpg" border="0" /></a>Now to put screens on the windows and a shade on the west end to block the hot sun and we'll have our new "sun porch". I think I'll refinish Grandma Brack's table, too. It's pretty old and weary, but it seats 8 so it's nice to have.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Next to come in the back porch... move the water heater downstairs, build cabinets to match the kitchen, scoot the washer & dryer over under the window (move plumbing), new doors, paint, & new floor. Sounds like a fun summer in between vacations and <a href="http://troop159wrightwood.blogspot.com/">Scout outings</a>... and work.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div><br /></div></div>Jer & Dihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05521402903434014249noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570902264979845989.post-54961617614979475882010-04-26T20:57:00.000-07:002010-04-26T21:08:53.303-07:00As Andy would say, "Trampoyeen!"OK, so I'm not all that techie and don't know how to actually put this video on the blog... so just click on the link.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MP2QZ35x0JI&feature=youtube_gdata">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MP2QZ35x0JI&feature=<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">youtube</span>_<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">gdata</span></a><br /><br />Nothing is quite as good as Grandma & <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">grand kids</span> giggling!<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">252-23=229</span>Jer & Dihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05521402903434014249noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570902264979845989.post-3044873215640343222010-04-18T22:38:00.001-07:002010-04-22T21:12:35.620-07:00Irene Teresa Brack Boylin<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/S8vuVTyZzhI/AAAAAAAAA-k/T30keRqMjW4/s1600/Makayla+%26+Dillon+004.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461721022973201938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/S8vuVTyZzhI/AAAAAAAAA-k/T30keRqMjW4/s400/Makayla+%26+Dillon+004.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><div>(I know this is long, but so many people have asked for it, I thought I would just put it here)</div><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><br /><div>Irene Brack was born in 1921 in Hurley, Wisconsin, the 1st child of John and Mary Brack. Her mother had immigrated to the United States from Italy when she was 18, and had crossed the Atlantic on the Queen Mary. Her father was a shoemaker and owned a general store and shoe repair business in town, and for a time, they lived in an apartment above the store. She had one sister, Dorie, and one brother, Mario. Irene lived in Hurley until she was 18 – surrounded by extended family and a large community of Italian immigrants. She had fond memories of family picnics at the lake, the men playing bocce ball, wonderful food, and lots of friends to play with. She attended Catholic school and remembers one nun in particular who had a little red curl that would creep out from under her habit. Before she saw that, she thought the nun’s had no hair.<br /><br />After High School Irene got a job working as a nurse at a sanitarium and moved out of her parent’s home. A few years later, after the start of WWII, she decided to serve our country and see the world and she joined the SPARS, the women’s division of the US Coast Guard. The SPARS sent her “out into the world” (San Francisco, California) where she soon met a handsome Coast Guard sailor from Utah who literally swept her off her feet at a USO dance. As Irene told the story, Don escorted her home. She said, “As we were going down the hill, he said “I’ll throw you over my shoulder and run down the hill. I said, “You wouldn’t dare!” He threw me over his shoulder and ran all the way down that hill – it was one of the steepest in San Francisco. Then we went on the cable car and we began dancing on the cable car. Somehow or another, they used to have those fruit stands out in the front, and the next thing I knew I had a lemon in my hand. When we got to the barracks and Don went to kiss me goodnight I stuck the lemon right in front of him and he kissed the lemon instead of me.” After three months of courtship, they were married and when she called home to say she had married a Mormon, her family asked, “what’s a Mormon?”<br /><br />When they had finished their service in the Coast Guard, Don and Irene Boylin moved to Southern California and promptly had 3 boys, Denny, Rick, and Bud. They lived in Oakland, South San Gabriel, East Los Angeles, Wrightwood, Victorville, and San Bernardino. In South San Gabriel they attended the Mission Park Ward. The Anderson’s and Wilmott’s attended there too, and Herb Anderson was a 6 year old in her class. After serving for a time as a Primary teacher, Irene finally joined the Church. She went on to serve in many callings including Librarian, Relief Society President, and Junior Sunday School Coordinator.<br /><br />For those of you who don’t remember Junior Sunday School, here is how meetings went before the three hour “block.” First, Primary was in the afternoon on a weekday and the Youth Auxiliaries met on a weekday evening. On Sunday, the Priesthood would meet early in the morning and then would go back home to get the family for Sunday School. Then we would come back in the evening for Sacrament meeting. In Sunday School we would have an opening song and prayer, we would have the Sacrament; a couple of 2 ½ minute talks and song practice and then break for classes. The Primary aged children had their own Sunday School, with opening exercises, their own Sacrament (a few young men would be assigned to this coveted duty) and songs before they separated to their classes. The leader of this wonderful auxiliary was a sister, similar to a Primary president.<br /><br />Sister Boylin was Junior Sunday School Coordinator in San Bernardino 2nd and 4th Wards for 15 years. She served countless children as the leader of their Sunday School, as well as supported and served many teachers through the years. The Waterman building in San Bernardino had a Jr. Sunday School room with child sized pews that made it easier to maintain order and reverence with all the children. Many times the Priesthood tried to remodel the room and take out the pews and use folding chairs… But Sister Boylin wouldn’t have it. As long as she remained, the pews remained and the children had their own little chapel for Sunday School.<br /><br />Irene enjoyed being a homemaker and mother. While living in South San Gabriel, her oldest son, Denny, contracted osteomyelitis and was hospitalized in Los Angeles. Irene didn’t know how to drive at the time but learned quickly so she could get to the hospital to see her little boy. After several years (and after moving to Wrightwood) Don and Irene finally had the little girl they had hoped for, Diane. During their 3 years in Wrightwood they owned and operated the Laundromat. They were one of only 3 LDS families in town and the only one that was active in the church. They traveled each Sunday all the way to Victorville to attend worship services. Since some of the camps couldn’t pay their laundry bills, making ends meet in Wrightwood was difficult, so Don and Irene sold the business and moved to Victorville, where their last son, Keith, was born. They soon moved to San Bernardino, bought a new home, and lived there for 36 years.<br /><br />While living in San Bernardino, the Ward they were attending was divided and she really didn’t feel that she fit in to the new Ward and didn’t have many friends. Her husband talked to the Bishop about it and the next thing she knew, she was called to be the Relief Society President. She would reminisce that back in those days the Relief Society earned their own budget, so they would put on an annual Bazaar. She and her sisters in Relief Society would work together all year on crafts to sell at the Bazaar and she learned to love the women in that Ward. When the Ward was divided again years later, she would really miss them.<br /><br />When her children were young, she served often as a great taxi driver taking them to all their activities. She drove a variety of old vehicles including one with no windows and one with doors that had to be tied shut. But the kids got to all their activities.<br /><br />After the kids were grown Don was in a motorcycle accident and received some money in a settlement. Irene was thrilled to get new cabinets in her kitchen and a new family room addition for family gatherings. They also bought a used motor home and took a vacation across the country. She was excited to travel and see the sights of the country and was only sad that they couldn’t see everything. She really wanted to see the Amish country but they were traveling with friends in another motor home and had to keep on schedule, so they didn’t have time to stop. She said she wanted to try their food, but I think she wanted to see how they did their crafts!<br /><br />Irene’s husband, Don, passed away in 1981. Irene was shy and not out-going but her children were pleasantly surprised to see that she kept herself busy with Church and social activities. She even attended a few singles activities but later told me that there were too many single women for the few eligible men, but she wasn’t interested anyway. She had the love of her life and would wait to be with him again.<br /><br />Irene became fast friends with Wilma Bomboy and went walking with her often. Wilma had lost her husband also and they would walk and talk and cheer each other up. Later, Wilma made a little homemade plaque for Irene with this poem on it that she had written:<br /><br />Irene<br />You made the day brighter<br />For me, my friend,<br />Because of your cheery smile,<br />Because of the words you said to me<br />When you walked with me awhile.<br />So when the day is done, my friend,<br />I think of you the while,<br />Of the cheery things you said to me<br />And your warm and friendly smile.<br /><br />In 1994 Irene moved back to Wrightwood because she wanted to live closer to her daughter, Diane. She moved into a little cabin 3 doors down from us and lived there for 5 years. She loved to sit at the window and watch the squirrels and birds and neighbors. She attended Church with us and came to love the ladies in the Wrightwood Ward, just as she had done in San Bernardino so many years before. Soon she began to need a little more care and moved into her daughter’s home. We settled her into an upstairs bedroom and she loved it there. She told me she felt like she had her own little place in the mountains. Our bedroom is downstairs, and as she became less mobile we offered to switch bedrooms with her but she would not have it… she liked her room and she was going to stay there. When the nurses started coming to care for her a year ago they suggested she move downstairs so they could serve her a little easier. But just like with the Junior Sunday School, Irene stood her ground. She had her room and nobody was going to change it.<br /><br />Her joy during this period was when people would come by to visit. Many friends in the Wrightwood Ward would drop by to chat and see how she was doing. When we went out of town we never worried because we always had lots of volunteers to drop in and see how she was. Sometimes I think she liked for us to be gone because she got more visitors! She loved when the whole family came to visit. She usually didn’t like leaving her comfortable room, but when the family came, she would pull her oxygen tube all the way down the stairs and watch all the action. At Christmastime when we would squeeze 30 or so people into our little living room, she would just sit and watch and smile. She couldn’t hear well and wasn’t part of many conversations, but as she told me, she would sit until she had worn herself out watching.<br /><br />Sister Boylin was named after her mother’s sister Irene, her Godmother Teresa, and her confirmation sponsor Angeline. I’m sure all of them, and all of us, are very proud of the wonderful life that Irene Teresa Angeline Brack Boylin lived.<br /><br />Perhaps her granddaughter Elaine summed it up best, “ We will miss Grandma Boylin’s ability to make each person feel as if they were the very person she most wanted to see walk through her door.”<br /><br />Irene was a true follower of Jesus Christ, doing good where ever she went. May we, in her honor, declare ourselves to be more fully deciples of the Lord Jesus Christ. Not in word only, but also in deed, as she did. May we stand by Jesus Christ at all times, and in all things, and in all places that we may be in, even until death. For surely, that is how he, and she, stood by us. </div></div>Jer & Dihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05521402903434014249noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570902264979845989.post-75217415891725347082010-04-06T21:30:00.000-07:002010-04-08T20:10:01.234-07:00Acorn Trail<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/S7wSOopy1SI/AAAAAAAAA9w/Y6L3RPEeJhg/s1600/March+and+April+10+166.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457256891106383138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/S7wSOopy1SI/AAAAAAAAA9w/Y6L3RPEeJhg/s400/March+and+April+10+166.jpg" border="0" /></a> My nephew Dustin called last week and said he was going up the Acorn Trail on Saturday. I said, you'd better have ice axe and crampons! (I thought I was really warning him of something!) He said, yeah, I've got 'em... where do I park? So I told him, and then on Saturday morning I went out and thought I'd meet him on the trail for fun. But he was running a little late and after I went about a half mile up I had to turn around because <em>I didn't have ice axe and crampons!</em> It's still pretty deep up there. I finally saw him just as he was parking down below the "private road" sign and got to say hi and that I was jealous. He and a friend were planning on going up to <a href="http://www.summitpost.org/view_object.php?object_id=248872&context_id=196829">Dawson</a> to build an igloo and spend the night.<br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/S7wSONeQEBI/AAAAAAAAA9o/_ZsCrTSoaJ0/s1600/March+and+April+10+168.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457256883810209810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/S7wSONeQEBI/AAAAAAAAA9o/_ZsCrTSoaJ0/s400/March+and+April+10+168.jpg" border="0" /></a> My first thought when seeing this track was Mountain Lion! It's a pretty big track. I was out in the morning when cougar like to eat breakfast, so I was a little nervous and considered turning back since I was solo. Then I noticed the toe nails (read = big dog). A cougar track is also a little wider at the top of the pad behind the toes. So, on I went.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/S7wSNkG6TII/AAAAAAAAA9g/2AI8xrKrPAI/s1600/March+and+April+10+169.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457256872706460802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/S7wSNkG6TII/AAAAAAAAA9g/2AI8xrKrPAI/s400/March+and+April+10+169.jpg" border="0" /></a> Snow is patchy at the beginning but makes it hard to follow the trail if you don't know where it is.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/S7wSNOcp0zI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/tdeIzMog52A/s1600/March+and+April+10+170.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457256866892075826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/S7wSNOcp0zI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/tdeIzMog52A/s400/March+and+April+10+170.jpg" border="0" /></a> The trail is pretty well covered from about a half mile up. There was no way to continue without crampons. I decided I need to add those to my equipment list. I don't know if one can be a "real" mountain man without them. In fact, I'm pretty sure. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Craigslist</span>, here I come.<br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:78%;">252-16=236</span></div></div></div></div>Jer & Dihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05521402903434014249noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570902264979845989.post-65675617678144804922010-03-21T19:20:00.000-07:002010-04-06T22:36:44.074-07:00Spring!I thought since it was Spring it should be time for a hike, right? (And maybe time for Di to change this background) So I went out to my favorite <a href="http://jeranddijorgenson.blogspot.com/2009/11/mt-baden-powell-john-muir-2-of-my.html">trail</a> to see how it looked after a long hard winter. Well, it's not Spring on the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pacific_Crest_Trail">PCT</a> yet! At least not in the San Gabriels. Actually, it's getting pretty close to the time when the thru-hikers start at the border. They usually start in late April and come thru Wrightwood in May. Let's hope they can see the trail by then!<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/S6bWDnkVusI/AAAAAAAAA9A/7x6sqz8miLo/s1600-h/PCT1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451279756627917506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 152px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/S6bWDnkVusI/AAAAAAAAA9A/7x6sqz8miLo/s320/PCT1.jpg" border="0" /></a> Do you know what posthole-ing is? I'm not referring to the hole the above PCT trail-marker post is put in. I mean when you are walking on snow and your leg breaks thru and you sink 4 feet into the snow. It's pretty awkward to get out because your other leg is still up on top. And then you have to be very careful that your shoe doesn't stay in the bottom of the hole when you take the "post" out. Yes, I am very familiar with this as you might guess. You'd think I would have the sense to turn around, but no, I had to go on for a mile or so. I'll just say this; there are now many new postholes on the PCT.<br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/S6bWDcV2DII/AAAAAAAAA84/dRQWWnhlzaA/s1600-h/PCT2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451279753614331010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 141px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/S6bWDcV2DII/AAAAAAAAA84/dRQWWnhlzaA/s320/PCT2.jpg" border="0" /></a> I could see tracks that someone had gone before, so I knew where the trail was. But I could also tell by the tracks that he had an ice ax and crampons. And he must have gone in the morning when the snow is hard after freezing over night. I wasn't so lucky, or so well equiped. But I did get my first hike in for the season! The mountains are calling and I must go! </div><div> </div><div><span style="font-size:78%;">252</span><br /><div></div></div>Jer & Dihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05521402903434014249noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570902264979845989.post-75398137843577991042010-03-07T15:23:00.000-08:002010-03-07T21:24:53.527-08:00Mom's Chili<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/S5Q5xNipzzI/AAAAAAAAA8o/LFfBFt2bfW8/s1600-h/Chili.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446041367009152818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/S5Q5xNipzzI/AAAAAAAAA8o/LFfBFt2bfW8/s320/Chili.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />We had a nice Ward activity the other night. It was our annual chili cook-off and adult pinewood derby race. I didn't have time to do both a car and chili, so, of course, I chose food. I used my <a href="http://jeranddijorgenson.blogspot.com/2009/03/golden-ring.html">Mom's</a> <a href="http://yummyfood4all.blogspot.com/2008/02/grannys-fried-chicken.html">recipe</a>. She passed away a couple of years ago at 91 years old. I have many fond memories of hanging out in the kitchen to grab some nibbles as she cooked. I once asked her if she liked to cook and she said "well, I like to eat, so I guess I like to cook too." When she was 67 she decided to write down all the favorite family recipes and some stories and put them in a family cook book to give to us kids for Christmas. It is the favorite thing I have to read and remember my Mom. It's better than a photo album because it is in her words and in her hand writing. Well, my Mom's recipe won "Best Overall" at the Ward dinner. It's nothing fancy, just good <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">ol</span>' ranch chili. But I like it and I guess others did too as I made over a gallon, and it was almost all gone. Several have asked for the recipe, so here it is. (If you click on the image it will enlarge, and just for the record, I used diced tomatos, not tomato sauce, and the "heat and eat" method for the beans!)Jer & Dihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05521402903434014249noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570902264979845989.post-2638364155950923842010-01-24T15:12:00.000-08:002010-01-24T16:25:27.271-08:00Christmas Holidays 2009<div align="center">Our Christmas holidays were pretty terrific this year. We were able, over the space of a few days, to see all of our children and grandchildren.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">We started early Christmas morning, joining Tyler and Tanya and their kids as they woke up and hurried downstairs to see what wonders Santa had brought them.</div><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/S1zgpeuf5wI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/fdsCyRFZHFA/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+069.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430462253929326338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/S1zgpeuf5wI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/fdsCyRFZHFA/s320/Christmas+2009+069.jpg" border="0" /></a>By looking at Taylor and Andy, you can tell where the Christmas tree was!<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/S1zgojUZ2XI/AAAAAAAAA7I/votvJ6njAjI/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+071.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430462237982185842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/S1zgojUZ2XI/AAAAAAAAA7I/votvJ6njAjI/s320/Christmas+2009+071.jpg" border="0" /></a>Happy kiddos as they check it all out!<br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/S1zgoAhlsFI/AAAAAAAAA7A/Hqpe5WGKFEw/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+011.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430462228642246738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/S1zgoAhlsFI/AAAAAAAAA7A/Hqpe5WGKFEw/s320/Christmas+2009+011.jpg" border="0" /></a>Ashlyn and Grandma J. Happy together!</div><div> </div><div>Then, 2 days later, my family gathered at our house for festivities.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/S1zehHTmX2I/AAAAAAAAA60/ATgBpK8BE78/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+097.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430459911180279650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/S1zehHTmX2I/AAAAAAAAA60/ATgBpK8BE78/s320/Christmas+2009+097.jpg" border="0" /></a>Here is my 88 year-old Mother, with her Italian beret my brother brought her, opening some of her loot.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/S1zeghohDNI/AAAAAAAAA6s/foma9AlzMzg/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+012.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430459901067463890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/S1zeghohDNI/AAAAAAAAA6s/foma9AlzMzg/s320/Christmas+2009+012.jpg" border="0" /></a>The newset member of the Boylin family is Jeffery. Here he is..enjoying being Santa.<br /><br /></div><div>The next day Jerry and I flew to Vancouver Washington to see our daughters and their families.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/S1zegNSIDjI/AAAAAAAAA6k/-AIi1_PCkOs/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+110.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430459895604842034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/S1zegNSIDjI/AAAAAAAAA6k/-AIi1_PCkOs/s320/Christmas+2009+110.jpg" border="0" /></a>The opportunity provided itself for a minor upgrade to get this car. Of course. Why not? </div><div>This time I even drove it once.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/S1zcWpF-GUI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/r-omTF1R8wg/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+175.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430457532248103234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/S1zcWpF-GUI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/r-omTF1R8wg/s320/Christmas+2009+175.jpg" border="0" /></a>The kids visited Teri Le and Rob's 'Urban Farm' and Allie thought it was pretty terrific. Here she is getting the food for the chickens.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/S1zcWIiJsQI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/AccFs6C-f_c/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+060.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430457523507933442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/S1zcWIiJsQI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/AccFs6C-f_c/s320/Christmas+2009+060.jpg" border="0" /></a>We went to a really great place 'The Great Wolf Lodge'to play and see everyone. It is a wonderful lodge, complete with a HUGE indoor waterpark.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/S1zaaAsOUHI/AAAAAAAAA6E/1Mk1ZFrz2_o/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+037.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430455391098916978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/S1zaaAsOUHI/AAAAAAAAA6E/1Mk1ZFrz2_o/s320/Christmas+2009+037.jpg" border="0" /></a>I had to post this picture of Jerry. He and Allie went down these slides unnumerable times..and this shot really made me laugh!<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/S1zaZzIzzLI/AAAAAAAAA58/9rixcJTccog/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+046.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430455387460717746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/S1zaZzIzzLI/AAAAAAAAA58/9rixcJTccog/s320/Christmas+2009+046.jpg" border="0" /></a>This is the wave pool. We had a lot of fun in here. I am sure someone we know and love is in this picture...somewhere! It did get a bit crowded, but we still had a great time!<br /><br /><br />We had Christmas once again at Amy and Quinn's house.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/S1zX0U2eqzI/AAAAAAAAA5w/MOyV14XL5qU/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+128.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430452544652356402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/S1zX0U2eqzI/AAAAAAAAA5w/MOyV14XL5qU/s320/Christmas+2009+128.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Teri Le was surprised with this gift..it was significant to us, as she had one for her 8th birthday, loved it and was going to show Granny and Grandpa and dropped it. Now we have replaced it a 'few' years later.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/S1zXzyUr2RI/AAAAAAAAA5o/MH7LXWfaoEo/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+116.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430452535383808274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/S1zXzyUr2RI/AAAAAAAAA5o/MH7LXWfaoEo/s320/Christmas+2009+116.jpg" border="0" /></a> Opning the new Wii game from Uncle Tyler and Aunt Tanya and cousins.<br /><br />We spent an afternoon together with the older cousins. We went to an indoor bounce house place...the kids were hot and sweaty by the time we were done.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/S1zV8qvBucI/AAAAAAAAA5c/Q6Wbb3A3SVk/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+162.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430450488942377410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/S1zV8qvBucI/AAAAAAAAA5c/Q6Wbb3A3SVk/s320/Christmas+2009+162.jpg" border="0" /></a>Here's Dylan, Makayla, Danielle, Allie and Michael!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />We had a great trip to Washington...two of our families for the price of one!!<br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/S1zU9vkGY_I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/hxiDklSZqFE/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+140.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430449407906964466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 305px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/S1zU9vkGY_I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/hxiDklSZqFE/s320/Christmas+2009+140.jpg" border="0" /></a>Here we are with all of our grandchildren who live in Washington.</div><div>We love you, each and every one!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Jer & Dihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05521402903434014249noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570902264979845989.post-71086231190064078772009-12-08T21:49:00.000-08:002009-12-08T21:52:02.419-08:00Mary KayCheck out Tanya's post on Mary Kay<br /><a href="http://jorgensonclan.blogspot.com/">http://jorgensonclan.blogspot.com/</a>Jer & Dihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05521402903434014249noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570902264979845989.post-54377024446229948132009-12-06T21:14:00.000-08:002009-12-06T21:18:22.865-08:00Troop 159<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/SxyQEAiRWAI/AAAAAAAAA3E/NDqKLAYMlEo/s1600-h/p_00424.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412359250730113026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KnUUPMTN-s/SxyQEAiRWAI/AAAAAAAAA3E/NDqKLAYMlEo/s320/p_00424.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Check out the new blog for Troop 159 in Wrightwood.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><a href="http://troop159wrightwood.blogspot.com/">http://troop159wrightwood.blogspot.com/</a></div>Jer & Dihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05521402903434014249noreply@blogger.com0