Happy birthday! Jackson

Grandma with Jackson!

On June 22nd, at 9:27am, Jackson Byron Smith came into the world and blessed the life of all his family. Not to mention, he made me a grandpa.

For now I am one of the happiest men on this this planet. A may not be the greatest comparison, but being a grandfather is like the Grace of God. It took no work on my part but leaves me with a great sense of joy.

I can't figure out why, a baby crying, who is not a member of my family, makes my ears bleed. And when a baby crying, who is a member of my family, sounds like music (for a short while anyway).

Happy Fathers Day, from the the road to forgiveness.

It seems that I need a day or two, too think things out, before I can put my thoughts down, in a blog.

I some times feel that because I end up writing late at night, or early in the morning, when I am tired and groggy, I some times write in incomplete thoughts. I want tis blog to be different.

I suspect that no one put my two lovely sisters, my mother, my wife or my children, ever read my blog. Thats o.k., I still want to get this one right.

I have been on this road to forgiveness, going on thirty two years now. My father passed away, in September of 1975 and while it is very easy to tell you, what horrible things my father did, I want to tell every one about the good things that I know that he did.

My father was a war hero in wwII. Not many people know what he did or how. Private Richard Smith, belonged to the Army Air Corp, riding in a B17, flying from Burma India into China. He flew up and over the Himalaya mountains were at such a high altitude, the temperature in the air would drop to 50 below. This caused ice every were on the plane. Pre-war planes had a way of deicing the wings, but no way to get ice off of the propeller. The system that my father invented and built, was used all over the world, saving countless lives.

I just read my sister, Stacey's blog. She express many of the same feeling that I have had this Fathers Day, although I think that she has found ways to express these feeling much better than I. Just in case some one who is not a family member, stumbles onto my blog, I need to highly recommend Stacey's blog, http://tate-rant-and-musings.blogspot.com/ . You cant go wrong with her blog.

I never seem to have time to give all my thoughts, so just a few more things that my father got right. One thing that he always told me, was, "things always change, it's up to you to make them change for the better."

My Father was invited to MENZA because of his high IQ, and he went too one meeting but found that he didn't fit in. Not because he wasn't smart enough,but because he didn't get pleasure from doing very hard crossword puzzles.

Money was alway short, when I was growing up, so one time, when a bearing and crank shaft whent bad on some off the equipment that was his work, he filed it round with a hand file and a micrometer.


There are many more things that are good that I can say that my father did. And I plan to bring them up from time to time, to keep me on that road to forgiveness.

Love you all - Boyd

All you need is love.

Today was a trip to the oral surgeon. Things didn't go as well as I hoped, but that is the way life goes.

The Doc wanted to put an implant were a tooth broke off. I got cut open and the Doc found that there was not enough bone, so he did a graft. It will be a couple of months before I get the implant.

The thing I'm going to remember the most, about this day is, how wonderful it was to sit with my wife, Sharlene, for about an hour before going under the knife (the knife comment is for drama). Not a bad face to wake up too, either. One hour of holding my wifes hand and seeing her smile at me, every time I looked over at her, more than made up for any pain that I felt, today.

Made me think, I just might do all right, in the eternities, with a beautiful girl like Shar.

A weekend of drama, and nothing worth writing

Sunday.............9:30pm..............the end of a weekend...............a very full weekend, but what weekends are not full for me, lately?

On my last blog, I talked about keeping it positive. Now I am struggling to find something to write about. I was going to write about the Republican convention, that I went too on Saturday morning, but nothing good happened there. In fact I left early, at noon, because I had to go to my other job, at four. It didn't look like I would have a chance to vote on anything, because of the speeches after speeches. And that wasn't very exciting.


Then there was the baby shower. I thought that some one would tell me some thing about what happened. But all I could get out of anyone is they all had a good time. Hey I guess I should be glad no one was seriously hurt.

So I have to go back to Thursday to have some thing to talk. That is if you can say that a trip too the oral surgeon and a three hour town council meeting, is your idea of fun. The Boy Scouts from the ward, came to the meeting and lasted about an hour, or until just the county announced that they would be getting a skate park. By the way, implant on Thursday.

So then there is Sunday. Two meeting, choir practice, Sacrament Meeting, Sunday School, Priesthood meeting and home teaching, in that order. Rounding out the day with a dvd of Animaniacs and my week end is done. Who could ask for more?

I am truly blessed with a full life. By for now................Boyd

P.S. I really do love the Lord and am great full for all that he gives me, including friends and family like you. Love ya.

What I like about Blogging.

What is it that I like about Blogging, you ask? I think it's because it forces me to think of the good things that are happening, all around me.

That's not how I think. We all live in a world of victims. And to some degree, we all compete to be the biggest victim. So some times, or maybe most of the time, I'm lookin' at live through turd covered glasses.

I know that I am not alone in my thinking. I (we) spend so much time and energy vying for that prize, sympathy, that we forget how beautiful this life is.

What a blessing it is to come to this earth? How great is it to life in the age of the internet? I have a great family. I have a good job (I should say a great job, but I still have that need, too prove to you that, I am a victim).
This is Gladys, a lady who comes into the convenience store were I work, a couple of nights a week. Gladys is not a victim. Instead of complaining , she will tell you about her family, in a way, that you will enjoy hearing about those you don't even know.

Gladys, like many other's I know, inspires me too look around and se all the good things in my life. And blogging, helps me to share with others, my blessing's before my trials.