My mom's family all are from "the Gila Valley." And the whole time I could feel the joy of Grandpa and Grandma Beals, Great-Grandpa and Grandma Beals and Fuller as they certainly were there.
On Friday we met at the church at 6am for a youth temple trip. Even though I am now in primary, I drove the van full of YW. We had a great group and I love going. President Tenney (my former stake president) always takes time to come into our chapel services and give us inspiration. Of course Bishop Hamblin does too. It is amazing to me that with all the meetings our Bishop has, he always comes on the youth temple trips (and we have had them at least every 2 months during the time I have been in.)I don't know why, but I have been cursed on these temple trips to cause some sort of problem to make me look bad.
One time I hadn't checked if I had gas and the YW had to pray from Green's Peak to Show Low that we wouldn't run out.
Another time, my recommend was expired. (Actually in my defense, it was right when they switched to the bar-coded ones and I thought they were good for 2 years, but they were only temporary until your next regular expiration).
Another time I ended up not driving, but hopping in the Hamblin's car with the YW and left my bag in my van and had NO recommend. The bishop had to vouch for me both times and luckily the temple president was one time Pres. Larry Brewer (my former stake president) and then Pres. Tenney. ( I have friends in HIGH places.)
Another time another car did not YIELD coming from SJ @ 60/61 fork and almost ran into us.
Another time we were waiting for the boys in the MP room and the YW were hoping to get some "teeny cough drops" from the temple workers and I seriously started coughing like crazy, of course not on purpose, but they thought I was.
So this time we finished way before the boys and I took the 6 "non-hamblin" YW to MickeyD's. Then my mom called and told us to come by for a "teeny cough drop" and brownies fresh from the oven. So I made the detour. As I was driving down the lane to their house, I pulled in to see the new barn they are building, and there was a sub-contractor there. He bent over, and I kid not, the plumber's cr*ck was half a foot long. Sterling started screaming and was trying to roll down the window. All the YW are freaking out. And I was trying to turn around and get the heck out of dodge. . . .
So Sunday, the Bishop tells me he heard I corrupted the YW on the temple trip. I told him "Good thing you released me." :}
