It was a little crazy at the Frei home stead over the holiday. My kids thought that since they didn't have school they should stay up late every night. They didn't seem to care that I had to work even if they weren't in school! It was a blast, got to see family that lives far away on both sides, my sister and Barb's brother and their families. Spent a lot of family time, sleding in the snow, playing on the 4 wheelers, visiting with family, and of course eating a lot of really good stuff that I shouldn't have! It has been nice to have things settle back down and get back to normal. Well, sort of normal, this has been a busy week, I was called as the young men secratary in our ward, new territory for me, I have never served in any calling with the youth (12 to 18) before. This was my fist week of meetings, going to mutual etc. I am still Cub Master and had pack meeting this week as well. At least I don't have an elders quorum lesson to prepare this month, that is one calling that has come back to me over and over again over the past 16 years. Studying a lessons for the young men that I didn't have to teach was a nice change. Well, sorry don't mean to ramble on. It is past my bed time.
This is the text from an email that I sent to a freind. I thought that it captured the events of the past week quite well so I have included it on my blog.
Monday, January 12, 2009
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Jerry,
In response to your comment concerning me asking my wife what she had done during the day, I wrote the following on our blog:
Brave, or foolish? Regardless of what my intent was in asking her that, she published it to the entire world, and most everybody will interpret it the way that you did. I guess that is better than being awoken by a sloshing sound accompanied by the smell of gasoline. Geoffrey Chaucer once wisely remarked that men should not inquire into the private affairs of women, and what women do during the day may qualify as part of that. In the future, I will say to Charmaine, "Tell me about your day, you exotic and beautiful creature, you kind and lovely bit of incarnate poetry, you goddess of wit and charm. Share with me the moments of your day's journey, though I am but a lowly, unworthy toad, a mere specter of a shadow in your radiance. Grace me with your thoughts, love of my life." This is what I usually ask her when we meet at the end of the day, but Charmaine doesn't publish that to the world. My Love is fickle!
All in all in my life, I have found that silence usually serves me best on most occasions, but sometimes I speak anyway. It gives Charmaine something to discuss with the ladies. Yet, they never thank me. Anyway, it sounds like the holidays were a fun and fattening experience, as they should be. Life is good here as well. Thanks for checking out our blog. Charmaine and I enjoy your comments.
Pete
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