How to Dissect A Brain

A few weeks ago, we had the pleasure of hosting Amy & Bret in our home for a few days. They had been temporarily displaced from their bedroom and we enjoyed their company here! It was great having time to relax and visit without pressures of hurrying home. Bret is knee-deep (waist-high) in dental school right now and it was so fun to hear his enthusiasm about his studies, especially the anatomy & dissection part. Since I have studied and been involved in human anatomy for years through my medical transcription business, I was fascinated as he described the body parts and how he was learning where they are and how they function. To illustrate his point, one morning we were privileged to witness a lecture which I will entitle:

"How to Dissect the Brain

Using a Grapefruit as an Example"

Notice the happy face on the "person" grapefruit. I don't think if that was my brain, I would have that happy face. He's using the "scalpel" to carefully "carve" the scalp.

Now he's removed the scalp.

Now he's preparing to remove the "brain."

Okay, that's probably TMI and hopefully no one has lost their breakfast/lunch/dinner at this point, but it was fun (and hysterically funny) to hear his play-by-play explanation and see his enthusiasm for his work and studies.

Don't worry, he is not going to be a brain surgeon any time in the near future, just drilling holes in unsuspecting teeth........

Vacation!

We're off to a much cooler place~40 degrees cooler! Hint-think sand and sea!
Hooray! Back at ya' in a few!

Grandma Gushing......

For the benefit of my out-of-town relatives......

Most of these involve water....

First Swim!

Grandma! Take my picture!

She is going to regret this in a few years.....

Double Trouble!!

Birthday Girl!

Complete with black eye...

We seem to have difficulties with that these days...

(Little CB got a black eye when this Grandma was tending him two weeks ago!)

And finally....

Remembering my children's Grandma on Memorial Day.

And finally,

Go see these......

Jen's Blog

Parenting Keeps you Humble

(minus 1 kid)

There's nothing like a bunch of kids to help you remember your lowly place in the world.

You can be going along in life, feeling mighty fine about yourself.
You've lost that last 5 pounds.
You've read your scriptures every day for a week.
You've finally cleaned out that closet that has been nagging at you.

Then....


Your four year old has a major meltdown in the grocery store. And you happen to be at the grocery store that is the frequent haunt of the winter visitors in your town.  And it's winter. And they give you dirty looks.

You are sitting in a row, with your large family, in a single's branch, where your husband happens to be the branch president. It's the quietest place on earth during the Sacrament.  And your two year old starts making weird noises with his mouth and voice and you can't  get him to stop because the rest of the kids are giggling and snorting.

Your kids come home from their semi-annual dentist checkups and between all of them, they have about 15 cavities.

You forget to set the parking brake on the car and the car rolls backward and accidently runs over your three year old. Miracle of miracles, he isn't hurt badly.

Your kid complains of a stomach ache and not feeling good for the 500th time in the morning, and you allow him/her to stay home, but are very annoyed.  When you finally take the kid to the doctor later that day you find out he/she has a massive case of strep throat.

The schoolteacher/primary teacher calls to report your less-than-stellar behavior of your child in school/Primary.

The well-meaning person in the ward sees fit to call you to report that they have seen your child coming out of an R-rated movie/making out with a person of the opposite sex in the bushes/hanging out with a "questionable" people/not attending their church classes/ditching school/"insert your own scenario here"/because they felt like you ought to know.

The teenage girl child walks out wearing something immodest, and the Mormon missionaries are sitting in your family room.

Your teenager makes snide remarks which makes you feel like you are about to win the "Worst Parent of the Century Award."
I have the remedy for all this......

It's Grandchildren.....


MWAHAHAHAHAHAH....

My mom has been laughing for over 30 years......

(these incidents may or may not be true)