Hey Grandkids....has Grandpa ever told you that you should really be keeping a journal? Probably only 38 times....in the last 2-3 months. Grandpa has been after me for YEARS about keeping a journal. I've tried a couple of times but then I go back and read my "entries" and laugh. And then after three days I get too busy and forget about it. The funniest stuff is if you can find one of those dinky journals that you started when you were five or six years old. I had a pink ballerina one, and it had a lock on it. It wasn't too hard to crack. And I quickly discovered I had about the same commitment to journals as a five year old as I do now. There were three pages filled out with various complaints about my youngest sister and then nothing. Ha!

So, Grandpa..... HERE IS MY JOURNAL! And how fitting that it's going to be all about you! I'll start this journal out with updates on Grandpa's health and once we get him fixed up and back to life on the ranch, I may deviate to other topics. But I plan on keeping the title, because I kind of like it and am pretty proud of it :) and him.

Alrighty. Next post will be a rundown on how this shindig started and will recap the last few days.