Is there hope for the future?

Always smiling, Matthew

This blog was inspired by my sister Stacey's blog and a talk I heard at a Stake Priesthood meeting. I can't do justice to my sisters blog, so I will let you read her post for July 30th. Just hit the button to the right, for Luscious Chaos (http://tate-rants-and-musings.blogspot.com/). I am afraid you will have to rely on my memory for the Stake meeting.
Spencer, defender of the youngest

One Sunday, after dinner, the family was chatting about how there doesn't seem to be any more good men in the world, left, for my daughters to marry. The rash of divorces, due too infidelity of friends and family members, seemed to support this hypothesis. I was feeling low.

I'm not one who likes to go to Stake Priesthood meetings, because I think it is a little to much preaching to the choir. Those who are willing to give up two hours on a Sunday evening, are not the ones who need the re-enforcement of what they have heard for three hours, earlier.

Showing a little humility, (I don't have much) I decided to go. It went pretty much the way I thought it would, until the last talk. The Stake President got up and talked about the strength of the youth in the chapel, that night. He quoted one of the General Authority's, (this is why you shouldn't trust my memory) who said "these young Priesthood holders, were the generals, in the war in heaven".

What an answer to what had me feeling low. I no longer look at these young men the same. Every time I think about how one of these boys, on the way to manhood, messes up, I remind myself how valiantly they fought in the pre-existence.Michelle (aka, my bell)

That is why I'm so proud of my nephew, Spencer. I am also very proud of my own son's, Justin and Matthew. It is also why I know that there are men out there for my two beautiful daughters, Michelle and Amy.Justin and Jackson

There are rough roads ahead, for sure. I suspect that we will all see these young men, rise to any occasion.

I did not try to leave out the beautiful young women of this, Church of Jesus Christ of Latterday Saints. They have more than proved them selfs.Amy

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The answer is clear, there is hope for the future. Love to all. Boyd

Some times you just anit got much to say.

One of my favorite wedding pictures, of me and Sharlene (or is it Sharlene and I).

Some times you don't really have any thing to say. And of coarse, that is when you should keep your mouth shut. Oooooh, but not me.

There is a time of early morning when I am not really awake but not asleep, when I do my most creative thinking. It is also the time when I remember the past, and try to figure out, some of lifes lessons that I might have missed.

Twenty years ago, I worked with a man who loved to complain, that there are no poets left in the world. Because I love music, I said that most of the poets, today, set there words to music.

Here is a challenge- lyrics to a few of my favorite songs. You tell me, are the poetry or not.

exhibit A
And as the sunset faded,
I spoke to the famous, first star light,
and said, next time,
will get it right.


exhibit B
Oh I'v got some thing in side of me,
not what my life's about.
there's a wild man, raging in me,
over till my time, runs out.

I did have a lot of other examples, but it is late at night and I can't remember them. I guess I need that early morning thing. Any way, I would like to hear from you, even if you think I'm nuts. So please leave a comment, or two, and tell me what you think. You get extra points if you can tell me what songs they are from. Hey, the points are worth just as much as on who's line is it anyway. And feel free to throw out better examples, if you got em.

Love ya all - Boyd

My blog is my journal/my jounal is my blog.

My hopes, my thoughts, my dreams, they all need to be written down some were. Or do they?

What would the world miss, if I never said a word? If I never had a thought that I shared with others? What if my picture's or my singing voice, were never shared with more than my family? The answer, sadly, is nothing, for now.

There is a difference between a blog and a journal. A journal is for the future generations. A blog is for the here and now. I think that I may have to start a journal or start saving my blog, for the future.

I have talents and passions that I have been hiding away. Not for the fear of preforming, but for the fear of praise. I have spent so many years, hiding my talents, that I don't know how to handle, sincere compliments. My most favorite time I performed, I sang a solo in church, and ran off to a nephew's farewell before any one had a chance give me a compliment.

So here are a few of my pictures and a promise. I will sing more, in public and I will learn to be gracious, when some one compliments that talent. I will write story's and not worry that I can not compare to the talent of my daughter.

More pictures to come- all with love-Boyd

Home again, home again, jiggety jig.

I'm happy to say that I survived the weekend of women. This last week end, I went on a trip with my wife and two daughters. They were very kind to me and didn't make me go shopping, or too the spa. Still I have too give all three of them a big sorry, for being a big grump. I didn't try to be a grump. I just didn't get enough rest, to make it through, the long talks about hair color, or Mabeline's telescopic mascara.

There was fun to be had though. Hanging with my brother, Steve, was cool. If I had it all to do over, I don't know what I would do different. Maybe eat less. The food we ate was all good and when on vacation, who can do a diet. Oh yah, my daughter Amy can.

And my daughter Michelle didn't do so bad. Michelle is looking better and better everyday.

And then there were the trip to the Brigham Young home, in Saint Gorge. Fun and informative. That doesn't make me an old fuddy duddy, does it? Oh well, as Popeye always said, I yam what I yam.

I give this trip a 6 out of 10 on the vacation scale. And I will be going back to Saint Gorge, when ever possible. Hey, it's about time I go visit the Jacob Hamblen home. The real reason I'm heading back to Saint Gorge, is because I love being with my family on a trip. And if you add my brother and sister in law, Steve and Tara, it is always a good time.

I am truly a blessed man. Here is hoping every one gets the blessing that I have. Love Boyd

Big day today

I some times think that I never learned to sweat the little stuff. I knew last night that today would be a big and long day, so I went to bed at a decent time. But what I forgot was to eat a little something, before I went to bed.

Not a big deal for most. In fact, most people should not eat before they go to bed, or so I'm told.

The alarm went off at 4:30 this morning, so my lovely bride could go to work, and my hunger pains, yes I mean pains, wouldn't let me go back to sleep.

It gave me a good reason to get up and write.

My sister Stacey, tells me I need more pictures in my blog, but I can't think of any that go well with a blog about how I can't sleep. So the pictures are as random as my thoughts.



Ok maybe not so random. I am heading down south today, to Saint Gorge , Utah, to see Cinderella, the play.



I"m taking this babe with me.


And leaving these babes behind.

It looks like I will be having fun with the ladies. I am taking My wife and two daughters, for the weekend. I just keep telling myself about the non stop fun I will have. Cinderella, shopping and if we have the time, a trip to the day spa. Almost makes me wish, I liked NASCAR or some thing, so I can feel like a man again.

Oh well, I hope your weekend is great-love ya all-Boyd

Birthday number three.

Happy Birthday, to the young, talented, beautiful and all around great sister, Stacey Tate.

This is blog number three in a row about birthdays, but hey good things come in three's.

There are many things that I can say about Stacey. I will only attempt to say a little, because of my weakness in writing and a lack of the ability to say whats in my heart.

Stacey has always been a joy to be around,....................honest. She is full of happiness and that attracts people to her, like ants to a bar-b-que.

Stacey has never settled for the average. She may have taken a little long than the average Mormon girl does, to get married, but only because, she was waiting for some one special. And just like always, her wait payed off.

I have a friend who knew Stacey in high school, David Waller. From my lap top, I was showing David pictures of Saint Gorge, that I had taken, when I got a balloon on my screen that said "you are now connected to the internet". I quickly jumped over to Stacey's blog, to show off my niece and nephew. When David saw Stacey's picture, the first words out of his mouth were "She sure hasn't changed, still young and pretty".

I'm out of time, or I would tell you about Stacey's, singing talent. Or how freely she gives of her self. Or the many other things that make her such a great sister. I will say that Stacey has been blessed with a great love for life. And she shares that love with everyone she meets.

Stacey, it is a pleasure being your big brother, Love Boyd.

A tribute to Michelle.

Amy and Michelle

My daughter Michelle, had a birthday yesterday. And all the things that we got her, were just little tokens of how she has always blessed my life.

All my children have blessed me in ways that I can't write, but I can try.

Dads are not the best at letting there children know how proud they are of there kids. I do have to say that Michelle makes it easy for me.

She is a undiscovered writer, (It would be better if she wrote her own tribute). Some day, if she keeps writing like she does, she will be a top ten seller some day.

She is great at what ever she does and spends most of her time making sure that others are happy.

She will take on anyone who would dare to hurt her brothers or her sister.

She loves to learn and has a vocabulary that has her mother sure, she makes words up.

She is and always will be my oldest little girl. I love her and want nothing but great things for her. Try as I might, I still can't say all that I have in my heart.

I wish you could all meet her, and then you would know what I know. She's great.

A tribute to Michelle.