Jim went to his knee check-up with Dr. Wallentine today. They actually had the pictures of his knee in his file so Dr. Wallentine was able to really assess Jim's knee and go over what he did to Jim's knee in the surgery.
Dr. Wallentine said Jim's knee was actually in worse shape than he initially thought. Jim still has a bit of pain in his knee, but he isn't sure if it's from the knee surgery or if his knee still hurts from being injured. Dr. Wallentine told him that if the pain isn't gone in the next month that they may need to go back into the knee and try something else. The second surgery would be a lot worse though--it would involve a 5 inch incision and Jim would be on crutches for 8 weeks after he was able to walk again. Seriously, I could barely deal with Jim being down for 2 days. I hope, hope, hope he does not need to have a more intrusive surgery.
Jim goes back to the Dr. on October 28th. Keep your fingers crossed that things are better and not worse. BTW, there weren't any pictures of his check-up this time because I didn't go to the appointment with him :)
Monday, September 28, 2009
Belly Buttons
Ryan has a fetish with putting his finger in holes. His carseat has little holes in it that he sticks his pointer finger in, he sticks his finger in the hole of his binky...anything that has a hole in it Ryan will stick his finger in it. His favorite spot these days--Jim's belly button. If Jim's shirt is tucked in, Ryan whines until Jim untucks his shirt and lets him stick his finger in his belly button. I think he even prefers Jim's belly button to putting his hand down my shirt these days, wahoo!
Ryan, ready for bed, sticking his finger in Jim's belly button while they play Farmville
These are just some random pics from the same night. I bought this hat for Jake to wear this winter. Not sure if he was ornery and ready for bed or if he hates his hat :)
It went from bad to worse...oh no :)
Ryan in the hat. Looks like it fits him a bit better even though it's a little snug.
Ryan, ready for bed, sticking his finger in Jim's belly button while they play Farmville
These are just some random pics from the same night. I bought this hat for Jake to wear this winter. Not sure if he was ornery and ready for bed or if he hates his hat :)
It went from bad to worse...oh no :)
Ryan in the hat. Looks like it fits him a bit better even though it's a little snug.Sunday, September 27, 2009
Payson Lakes 2009
The Whole Fam (just missing Scott and Molly's daughter Holly) at Payson Lakes. Eli's parents were here from Spain so they are also in the picture. Today we went up to Payson Lakes with my family for a picnic and to see all of the fabulous fall colors. We went up in the Fall of 2004, Fall 2008, and this fall--we want to make it a tradition to go every year because it's so much fun.
We all met at the Peteetneet School in Payson at 1pm so we could follow each other up. I was a bit nervous that it would be busy at the lake, but since we went on Sunday this year there were only a couple other small families there.
We had Kentucky Fried Chicken, salads, and yummy fall desserts like apple crisp, pumpkin cake, and pumpkin chocolate chip cookies, to eat. Everyone had fun relaxing, eating, chatting, etc. It's always fun to take a walk around the lake, too. And the kids had fun playing in the sand and water, playing football, fishing, running around, and exploring.
Ryan saw the Monster Halloween costume hanging in his closet this morning and had to put it on. This was Keaton's Halloween costume from a couple of years ago. Ryan was going to wear it this year, but I got Jake and Ryan matching bee costumes because I couldn't find a monster costume for Jake.
He makes a pretty cute monster :)
I wish I could say he was growling, but no, he was whining.
He would run up and down the halls in the costume. 
Jim was holding Jake and working on his computer. He told Ryan there wasn't any room for monsters :(
Jake and Jim checking out Monster Ryan
Ryan took a nap before we left for our picnic. I was in the shower and he was on the bed whining. I couldn't hear him after a while so I thought he'd went downstairs with Jim. When I got out of the shower, I found that he'd fallen asleep on the bed. 
Jason, Kaycee, and Emmalee Holloway were up from Cedar City so they came to Payson Lakes with us. This is my mom holding Emmalee--the first great grandchild of the fam.
Grandpa M. and Zach--Zach was checking out my dad's film camera. I think he wanted to take a picture or two, but he didn't realize it was a film camera so he couldn't just delete the pictures he'd take :)
Emilee, Ethan, Madeline, Grandpa M. and Zach sitting on the wall at Payson Lakes
Sophie got her feet dirty so Casey tried to wash them off for her in the lake. She was screaming while he did it, haha.
We brought a bucket and shovels to play with. 
Ryan and Dallin had fun digging in the sand.
Ryan especially loved it--he loves playing in the dirt and getting his hands dirty.
And feeling the dirt...
Dumping dirt back in the lake 
I had a long sleeve shirt on Ryan. Last year when we came up to the lake it was FREEZING. I prepared and dressed us all in warm clothes. I even brought winter coats, hats, gloves, blankets, etc. Well, it was actually super nice weather--it was probably around 70 degrees. Ryan came home with a nice sunburn, darnit. I didn't even think to bring sunscreen because I thought it was going to be the arctic. When we got back home, the neighbor kids were outside playing so Ryan joined in. The little neighbor boy, Callum, said he wished he had an outfit like Ryan cause Ry looked like a farmer. I thought that was pretty funny.
Casey brought his fishing gear so the kids could fish. Here he is fishing with Zach, Nick, and Sophie watching. 
Some of the family hanging out and visiting
Ryan did a lot of exploring.
Jim got a nap in with Jake
Zach was the big fisher of the day--I think he ended up catching 2 fish.
Zach with his 2nd fish of the day. If I remember right he got a Striper and a Rainbow Trout. 
The kids even caught a frog. Molly spotted it jumping off of the wall. They put it in the bucket with some sand and water and played with it for the rest of the afternoon. This is Cade taking care of the frog with Nick helping.
Nick being silly
Jackson even fished a bit--even though he just found out he's allergic to fish. His big catch of the day was some sunglasses!
Dallin hanging out in his camp chair.
Scott was taking pictures with my camera. He was trying to shade the lens to get a better picture. This is Dallin and Ryan sitting in their camp chairs.
It wasn't until this late in the day that I noticed that Ryan was getting good and sunburned. Next time I'll pack sunscreen, just in case.
Emmalee Holloway
Paula, Amy, my mom, and Molly chatting while watching the kids play by the lake.
Max playing with the Utes football. Watch out Chuck, he may be a Utes fan :)
Little Ethan 
This shows Ryan sunburn. I kept telling Ry to drink water--I wanted to make sure he wasn't dehydrated. I slathered the aloe vera with lidocaine on him. I even used a spray that is supposed to help with pain relief. I feel bad I let him get so sunburned :(
He starting doing this face today, too. It's his favorite face to pull now. 
Being silly right before bedSaturday, September 26, 2009
2 years ago...
Today marks the 2 year anniversary of my dad's accident at Levan Park. I can still remember what I was doing that day and everything that happened just like it was yesterday, even though I'm glad it wasn't just yesterday :) Sometimes I think if I just would've called my dad to come home for lunch, maybe he wouldn't have been where he was at that time and he wouldn't have gotten hurt.
Anyway, I was living with my parents in Levan because Jim had just deployed in June, and I was 3 months pregnant with Ryan. I had just made a goal to start exercising. I'd just quit my job so I didn't really have much going on so I thought I should at least try to get a little exercise in each day. I was up on the treadmill at my parents house walking when my dad yelled up that he was going to the park. That wasn't unusual; he'd been spending a lot of time at the park helping build the new pavilion. My dad is on the town council and one of the things he is over is the park.
My mom was still working at the time and she was home on her lunch break when the door bell rang. Officer Craig Ryan was at the door and told my mom that my dad had been in an accident and he was in an ambulance on his way to Nephi. My mom came back and told me what was going on. She had to find someone to go to the post office (PO) for her to work finish ou the work day for her. I think we were both in shock and didn't know how serious things were--it was like we were moving in slow motion. Luckily, I was showered and ready for the day (another goal I had for myself was to be showered and ready by the time mom came home for lunch at Noon every day. I'm terrible--I used to sleep in until 10 or 11am and then I would even take a nap in the afternoons sometimes. Lazy, I know. My only excuse is I used to stay up until 1 or 2am instant messaging Jim). Anyway, mom got Julie Paystrup to cover for her at the PO and we headed to Nephi to the Emergency Room.
I can't explain the emergency room--it was so surreal. I saw my dad on the gurney laying there and he was so out of it. In fact, the medical staff had just given him some morphine. Turns out, my dad doesn't handle morphine very well--it knocks him right out--so right after they'd given him the morphine he totally started snoring but his eyes were half open. It was nuts. . I think we were only at the hospital for 5 minutes or so, but it seemed like an eternity. The Life Flight staff told my mom they would be life flighting my dad to Utah Valley Regional Medical Center and they had to tell her a couple that of times. It was like it wasn't sinking in--they were pretty much telling us to get on our way to Provo so we could be there when he got there.
SO, we jumped in the car and started on our way to Provo. We started calling all of my sisters and brother to tell them what had happened. I had sent a text to Jim's email while we were still in Levan. He was the first to call and get all of the details, well what we knew at the time. I thought that was pretty amazing--he was in Iraq and was the first to know :)
When we got to the emergency room, my dad was being evaluated by some doctors and having CT scans, etc. Eventually we were able to see him and be with him. It was terrible though. Even though he doesn't remember it, he kept saying that he was in so much pain and that he wasn't going to last much longer. I'm a really big tender heart, so I had a hard time hearing my dad say that. Brings tears to my eyes even typing it. I'm not really sure what took so long in the ER, but eventually he got moved up to ICU. There can only be 3 people in the ICU rooms at a time so most of us waited out in the ICU waiting room. Dad had tons of visitors; news spreads fast in small towns. In fact, his story made the front page of the local newspaper, The Times News. Mom and I weren't sure what we were going to do. Eventually, we decided we would go home that night so we could get a few things taken care of and pack our bags so we could stay at Molly's house and be closer to the hospital.
We had no idea how long we'd be at the hospital, and we had no idea if my dad would recover or not. It was so hard to see my dad in that condition wondering if he was going to be ok and wondering what was in store. We were heading into the unknown.
Dad says there were days in ICU that he doesn't even remember. Sometimes when we'd be sitting with him in his ICU room, he'd just blurt things out. For instance, he would tell us my mom's cell phone number, our home phone number, our neighbor Arlo's phone number, and his cell phone number over and over again like he was checking to make sure he still had his memory. He even had a nurse call my mom's cell phone number early one morning. He was wondering where we were; why we weren't at the hospital yet. One afternoon he even started to tell us what happened in the accident. But then when we'd ask him about it, he couldn't remember.
A guy from Levan, Tom Aagard, was in the ICU the same time my dad was. Tom had just had brain surgery. My dad has known him and his family his whole life. So when Tom's family members would walk by my dad's room and stick their heads in to say 'Hi' he would always remember their names and carry on conversations with them. But, he doesn't remember any of this. Oh, and one of his good friends, Al Godek, even came to visit him in the ICU. He stayed for a good hour and visited with my dad. We were talking about his visitors one day and he mentioned that he couldn't believe that Al hadn't been to visit him :)
Dad was discharged from rehab and the hospital on October 17, 2007. It ended up that we spent 27 long days total at the hospital, 5 of which were spent in ICU, 4 or so on the neurological floor, and the rest of the days spent in rehabilitation. Rehab was so nice. When they first told us that dad would have to go to rehab, I was really confused. The only rehab I'd even heard of was for drugs and alcohol. It turned out that rehab was the best thing for my dad at the time. While in rehab, he would do physical, occupational and speech therapy. My dad loved the speech therapy (can you sense the sarcasm??). The speech therapist was a nazi. He even got after us for having my dad a few minutes late to speech therapy, sheesh. Some of the things the speech therapist told us, we didn't agree with. For instance, he told us that my dad didn't have a good memory. But he could tell us stories from working as a police officer and other things so we knew he was fine.
The drive from Molly's house to the hospital brings back so many memories. I can't stand certain smells of cinnamon--the air freshener in the bathrooms at the hospital were cinnamon and it makes me want to puke now--didn't help that I was pregnant. Also, I'm not so fond of Bath and Body Works pumpkin spice scent. It reminds me of being at Molly's house and being sick, pregnant, and the hospital, ick.
There were a few funny things that happened though. For instance, after they moved my dad to the neurological floor the rehab doctors came over to assess his cognitive abilities. When they asked him who the President of the United States was he replied with Jimmy Carter. He was totally confused. It wasn't so funny at the time, but now that we look back at it it was pretty comical. We also had some knock down drag outs with some of the doctors. I won't go into it but lets just say Dr. Reichmann has absolutely NO bedside manners!
OH, just one more memory...I used to like to take dad for rides in his wheel chair outside. I think he liked to get outside, too. I was really ambition this one afternoon and decided to take him around the entire perimeter of the hospital. They were in the beginning stages of constructing the building that is now on the north-east corner of the hospital block, and a part of the sidewalk was unfinished. I thought I would be able to push my dad through the rocks--even being pregnant. Well, I got us stuck in the rocks and I couldn't budge my dad. Thank goodness a nurse walked by right at that moment and helped me get dad un-stuck. That could have been a disaster. I didn't take him on any more big adventures like that after that one :)
This is what we think happened since my dad doesn't recall what really happened and nobody saw what happened. He was up on a semi helping unload the trusses for the roof of the new pavilion. They think the weight of the trusses shifted as they were being unloaded and hit my dad in the back of the head causing him to fall down the back of the semi and landing on the ground--over 10 feet. The guys there with him did not see it happen, they just found him there on the ground. Thank goodness they were there because they immediately called for the ambulance. When the ambulance arrived, they immediately called for LifeFlight because of the head trauma. Thank goodness for their quick thinking! They rushed Dad into Nephi by ambulance where he was loaded onto LifeFlight and taken to Utah Valley Hospital. My dad jokes that it was one of the most expensive helicopter rides he's ever been on and doesn't remember a thing, haha.
He had one severe fracture to his skull with several small ones with lots of bumps and bruises. They told us that if the fracture would have been even a millimeter longer, he would have been paralyzed or worse. The big skull fracture in the back of his head is also right at his dizzy center so my dad still suffers with dizziness :(
After my dad was released from rehab, we went home with a list of medications he was to take, doctors appointments, and physical therapy sessions. We took dad to numerous doctors appointments. It got a little tiresome, especially for my dad. He would get a little down in the dumps when we would go to doctor after doctor and nothing would help his his dizziness, which he still deals with to this day.
My dad had and still has so much support from his family, friends, neighbors, etc. He had visitors in the hospital and at home. People were willing to help with whatever we or he needed. The boy scouts arranged to get his garden cleaned up and ready for winter. They even packed in all of his winter squash and pumpkins.
The only good thing that came from the accident, as my dad would say, is that is cured my dad of his heart burn. He does not have heart burn at all any more. Crazy huh.
I have tons of memories and stories that keep coming to mind as I type this. I won't put them all down or it would take forever. I do wish I would have kept a blog or at least a journal to document our journey. Oh well, you live and learn, right.
My dad has came a long way in the past two years recovering a little more each day after his accident. Just the other day he told me he wished one day he would just wake up and his ears would pop and bam, the dizziness would be gone. Hopefully he'll be able to shake the dizziness soon. I'm keeping my fingers crossed. I'm so glad you're still here with us, dad! I love you more than you know :)
My dad the day they moved him from ICU up to the broom closet, I mean my dad's new room, on the Neurological floor. He had a TERRIBLE headache that day. We're still not sure why they moved him that day when he was feeling well.
My dad in his room in the Rehabilitation Center. This picture was taken with my cell phone on October 5, 2007. This pic kind of makes me sad. My dad hated being in rehab, even though it helped him so much. He slept so much during the day that he didn't sleep so well at night. He said he would just lay awake in his uncomfortable bed. He was ready to go home.
One of the bruises on my dads side. Talk about one big 'ol black, blue, and purple bruise, huh.
The right side...
My dad with his can--he started out with a walker and soon after graduated to the cane. The cane he used used to be my Grandpa Mangelson's.
Anyway, I was living with my parents in Levan because Jim had just deployed in June, and I was 3 months pregnant with Ryan. I had just made a goal to start exercising. I'd just quit my job so I didn't really have much going on so I thought I should at least try to get a little exercise in each day. I was up on the treadmill at my parents house walking when my dad yelled up that he was going to the park. That wasn't unusual; he'd been spending a lot of time at the park helping build the new pavilion. My dad is on the town council and one of the things he is over is the park.
My mom was still working at the time and she was home on her lunch break when the door bell rang. Officer Craig Ryan was at the door and told my mom that my dad had been in an accident and he was in an ambulance on his way to Nephi. My mom came back and told me what was going on. She had to find someone to go to the post office (PO) for her to work finish ou the work day for her. I think we were both in shock and didn't know how serious things were--it was like we were moving in slow motion. Luckily, I was showered and ready for the day (another goal I had for myself was to be showered and ready by the time mom came home for lunch at Noon every day. I'm terrible--I used to sleep in until 10 or 11am and then I would even take a nap in the afternoons sometimes. Lazy, I know. My only excuse is I used to stay up until 1 or 2am instant messaging Jim). Anyway, mom got Julie Paystrup to cover for her at the PO and we headed to Nephi to the Emergency Room.
I can't explain the emergency room--it was so surreal. I saw my dad on the gurney laying there and he was so out of it. In fact, the medical staff had just given him some morphine. Turns out, my dad doesn't handle morphine very well--it knocks him right out--so right after they'd given him the morphine he totally started snoring but his eyes were half open. It was nuts. . I think we were only at the hospital for 5 minutes or so, but it seemed like an eternity. The Life Flight staff told my mom they would be life flighting my dad to Utah Valley Regional Medical Center and they had to tell her a couple that of times. It was like it wasn't sinking in--they were pretty much telling us to get on our way to Provo so we could be there when he got there.
SO, we jumped in the car and started on our way to Provo. We started calling all of my sisters and brother to tell them what had happened. I had sent a text to Jim's email while we were still in Levan. He was the first to call and get all of the details, well what we knew at the time. I thought that was pretty amazing--he was in Iraq and was the first to know :)
When we got to the emergency room, my dad was being evaluated by some doctors and having CT scans, etc. Eventually we were able to see him and be with him. It was terrible though. Even though he doesn't remember it, he kept saying that he was in so much pain and that he wasn't going to last much longer. I'm a really big tender heart, so I had a hard time hearing my dad say that. Brings tears to my eyes even typing it. I'm not really sure what took so long in the ER, but eventually he got moved up to ICU. There can only be 3 people in the ICU rooms at a time so most of us waited out in the ICU waiting room. Dad had tons of visitors; news spreads fast in small towns. In fact, his story made the front page of the local newspaper, The Times News. Mom and I weren't sure what we were going to do. Eventually, we decided we would go home that night so we could get a few things taken care of and pack our bags so we could stay at Molly's house and be closer to the hospital.
We had no idea how long we'd be at the hospital, and we had no idea if my dad would recover or not. It was so hard to see my dad in that condition wondering if he was going to be ok and wondering what was in store. We were heading into the unknown.
Dad says there were days in ICU that he doesn't even remember. Sometimes when we'd be sitting with him in his ICU room, he'd just blurt things out. For instance, he would tell us my mom's cell phone number, our home phone number, our neighbor Arlo's phone number, and his cell phone number over and over again like he was checking to make sure he still had his memory. He even had a nurse call my mom's cell phone number early one morning. He was wondering where we were; why we weren't at the hospital yet. One afternoon he even started to tell us what happened in the accident. But then when we'd ask him about it, he couldn't remember.
A guy from Levan, Tom Aagard, was in the ICU the same time my dad was. Tom had just had brain surgery. My dad has known him and his family his whole life. So when Tom's family members would walk by my dad's room and stick their heads in to say 'Hi' he would always remember their names and carry on conversations with them. But, he doesn't remember any of this. Oh, and one of his good friends, Al Godek, even came to visit him in the ICU. He stayed for a good hour and visited with my dad. We were talking about his visitors one day and he mentioned that he couldn't believe that Al hadn't been to visit him :)
Dad was discharged from rehab and the hospital on October 17, 2007. It ended up that we spent 27 long days total at the hospital, 5 of which were spent in ICU, 4 or so on the neurological floor, and the rest of the days spent in rehabilitation. Rehab was so nice. When they first told us that dad would have to go to rehab, I was really confused. The only rehab I'd even heard of was for drugs and alcohol. It turned out that rehab was the best thing for my dad at the time. While in rehab, he would do physical, occupational and speech therapy. My dad loved the speech therapy (can you sense the sarcasm??). The speech therapist was a nazi. He even got after us for having my dad a few minutes late to speech therapy, sheesh. Some of the things the speech therapist told us, we didn't agree with. For instance, he told us that my dad didn't have a good memory. But he could tell us stories from working as a police officer and other things so we knew he was fine.
The drive from Molly's house to the hospital brings back so many memories. I can't stand certain smells of cinnamon--the air freshener in the bathrooms at the hospital were cinnamon and it makes me want to puke now--didn't help that I was pregnant. Also, I'm not so fond of Bath and Body Works pumpkin spice scent. It reminds me of being at Molly's house and being sick, pregnant, and the hospital, ick.
There were a few funny things that happened though. For instance, after they moved my dad to the neurological floor the rehab doctors came over to assess his cognitive abilities. When they asked him who the President of the United States was he replied with Jimmy Carter. He was totally confused. It wasn't so funny at the time, but now that we look back at it it was pretty comical. We also had some knock down drag outs with some of the doctors. I won't go into it but lets just say Dr. Reichmann has absolutely NO bedside manners!
OH, just one more memory...I used to like to take dad for rides in his wheel chair outside. I think he liked to get outside, too. I was really ambition this one afternoon and decided to take him around the entire perimeter of the hospital. They were in the beginning stages of constructing the building that is now on the north-east corner of the hospital block, and a part of the sidewalk was unfinished. I thought I would be able to push my dad through the rocks--even being pregnant. Well, I got us stuck in the rocks and I couldn't budge my dad. Thank goodness a nurse walked by right at that moment and helped me get dad un-stuck. That could have been a disaster. I didn't take him on any more big adventures like that after that one :)
This is what we think happened since my dad doesn't recall what really happened and nobody saw what happened. He was up on a semi helping unload the trusses for the roof of the new pavilion. They think the weight of the trusses shifted as they were being unloaded and hit my dad in the back of the head causing him to fall down the back of the semi and landing on the ground--over 10 feet. The guys there with him did not see it happen, they just found him there on the ground. Thank goodness they were there because they immediately called for the ambulance. When the ambulance arrived, they immediately called for LifeFlight because of the head trauma. Thank goodness for their quick thinking! They rushed Dad into Nephi by ambulance where he was loaded onto LifeFlight and taken to Utah Valley Hospital. My dad jokes that it was one of the most expensive helicopter rides he's ever been on and doesn't remember a thing, haha.
He had one severe fracture to his skull with several small ones with lots of bumps and bruises. They told us that if the fracture would have been even a millimeter longer, he would have been paralyzed or worse. The big skull fracture in the back of his head is also right at his dizzy center so my dad still suffers with dizziness :(
After my dad was released from rehab, we went home with a list of medications he was to take, doctors appointments, and physical therapy sessions. We took dad to numerous doctors appointments. It got a little tiresome, especially for my dad. He would get a little down in the dumps when we would go to doctor after doctor and nothing would help his his dizziness, which he still deals with to this day.
My dad had and still has so much support from his family, friends, neighbors, etc. He had visitors in the hospital and at home. People were willing to help with whatever we or he needed. The boy scouts arranged to get his garden cleaned up and ready for winter. They even packed in all of his winter squash and pumpkins.
The only good thing that came from the accident, as my dad would say, is that is cured my dad of his heart burn. He does not have heart burn at all any more. Crazy huh.
I have tons of memories and stories that keep coming to mind as I type this. I won't put them all down or it would take forever. I do wish I would have kept a blog or at least a journal to document our journey. Oh well, you live and learn, right.
My dad has came a long way in the past two years recovering a little more each day after his accident. Just the other day he told me he wished one day he would just wake up and his ears would pop and bam, the dizziness would be gone. Hopefully he'll be able to shake the dizziness soon. I'm keeping my fingers crossed. I'm so glad you're still here with us, dad! I love you more than you know :)
My dad the day they moved him from ICU up to the broom closet, I mean my dad's new room, on the Neurological floor. He had a TERRIBLE headache that day. We're still not sure why they moved him that day when he was feeling well. My dad in his room in the Rehabilitation Center. This picture was taken with my cell phone on October 5, 2007. This pic kind of makes me sad. My dad hated being in rehab, even though it helped him so much. He slept so much during the day that he didn't sleep so well at night. He said he would just lay awake in his uncomfortable bed. He was ready to go home.
One of the bruises on my dads side. Talk about one big 'ol black, blue, and purple bruise, huh.
The right side...My dad with his can--he started out with a walker and soon after graduated to the cane. The cane he used used to be my Grandpa Mangelson's.Sorry, one more quick funny story about my dad and his walker. My dad loves to go to the Silcox Auctions held at the Peteetneet School in Payson. Brent Aagard, one of my dad's long time friends, was there at this particular auction we were at. My dad had parked his walker along the wall to keep it out of the way. Brent knows the auctioneer and decided to have him auction off my dads walker. My dad had gone to the back of the room to get a snack or something so Brent to the opportunity to take the walker up to the auctioneer. When my dad came back they were auctioning off his walker. OMG, my dad's reaction was priceless. He just kept saying, "I think that's my walker. They're auctioning off my walker..." So funny :)
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