Randy's Father's Day Card

Okay, so now I am able to post pictures again. Above is the card that Karenza gave Randy for Father's Day. As she was "writing" in her card to her Daddy she was telling me what she was saying to him and so I wrote underneath what she really said. Isn't that so cute? And she always has to add a smiley face when ever she does anything. She did the same thing in Auntie Holly's card for her baby shower! Too cute. Not sure what Karenza and I have planned today. Her allergies have been acting up so she has a stuffy nose. Maybe we'll go for a walk or something if she's up for it. Randy has softball tonight. We are suppose to get thuderstorms again tonight, but we'll see. Probably be like Wednesday night where we had tornado warnings, golf ball size hail reported and the clouds and sky were so ugly looking and we barely got any rain. Also, below is a draft picture of what Holly and I had Dakota Screen Arts create for us to put on a shirt for my dad for Father's Day. He absolutely loved it! Savannah Jo and Kenadie (who was just born on my Dad's birthday May 27th) are my cousin Wade's girls. I have mentioned in my post before (back in February) about the whole story behind that. Anyway, isn't it cute? The shirt we put it on is the brown/tan polo shirt (the color of the background). It turned out so cute.

Vacation Days...

I took today and tomorrow off from work. I have so much vacation that I have to start taking some so I don't have so much at the end of the year. We aren't allowed to carry any days over so I have to start taking it. I only can be gone during the middle of a month due to working in the accounting field. This weekend I am throwing Holly her baby shower so I have things to wrap up and get ready for that. I am also helping my Mom get her kitchen back in order since they had it remodeled. She wants it painted and everything put back before the 4th of July so I had promised her that I would take a couple days off to help her. Other than that I don't have much planned for my two days off. It's just nice to be able to come and go and get things done and not have to worry about work for a couple days. It's finally getting nice out so hopefully we'll be able to do something outside. Randy is picking up his motorcycle today as he had some work done on it so maybe we'll go riding for a little bit. Haven't been on it yet this summer! Anyway, I will try and take pictures of the baby shower and post them. Have a great weekend!

Happy Father's Day

I am having trouble uploading Randy's Father's Day card he got from Karenza. It is so cute. I'll hold off on telling about it until I can post it. That was the whole purpose of this post I guess.

Anyway, yesterday was a long day. Randy had a one day softball tournament here in Bismarck and his first game was at 8:00am! He was to be there ay 7:00am! Karenza was up at 6:20am and I don't remember the last time she has had to get up that early. The day was long. We stayed there the whole time as there wasn't much time in between games. He wasn't done until 4:45pm! Karenza had no nap. I got sunburned/wind burned. Karenza and I had on sweatshirts all day and the wind was gusting up to 30mph so I am sure it is mostly wind burn. Today it hurts really bad and I have been putting on aloe vera, hopefully there will be relief for my face soon as it is hot and sun burnt! They didn't do well in the tournament they lost all 4 games! I should have taken some pictures. I have to remember to keep my camera in my purse during the summer. So much happening, not much pictures.

The last of our family headed back today that were here for my Grandpa's funeral. Last week was just a blur and really hard. We've just been all together and recalling our wonderful memories with him. We (all of my Grandpa's Grandkids) all got to keep a plant that people had sent to the funeral home/church. I am not sure what plant I got, but it sure is pretty. I hope I don't kill it. I have been trying to find out what kind of plant it is, but I haven't had much luck. I will post a picture of it to see if any of you can help me.

I also wanted to point out what has been happening at work the last couple weeks. Jon, a person in my department, said he received a call from a lady (who he couldn't understand what her name was) from Morgan & Associates. He said she was heavy Asian accented, and she repeatedly told him it was an emergency and that she needed to speak with me right away. The number Jon provided was 310.499.9983 there was no account number to refer to or what her name was. I tried several times to get through to this number and nothing. Today Jon called me again saying he yet again received this call. He said they left the 310.499.9983 number, but he said over caller ID came: 856.831.0640. Baffeled of not recalling having anything to do with a Morgan and Associates I googled the number and came up with the below messages I found on these sites:

This is a very active group of overseas scammers who attempt to extort money from Americans with a myriad of false and illegal threats. They alternately pose as debt collectors, federal and state law enforcement officers, lawyers and bankers. They use any number of phony names such as US National Bank, US Legal Investigation Bureau, Hopkins Law Office, Morgan Associates, White Collar Crime Unit and many more. These crooks often use caller-id spoofing software and/or VoIP to disguise their real location and to make it appear that they are calling from American area codes.

Below is a writing from someone who said they were receiving the same calls:

They have been calling me over the last two days, same M.O. ..claim they are calling from Morgan Associates Law Firm representing US National Bank. I asked them to fax me some details about this supposely debt, they state that they can't it's is attorney client privilegde. I spoke to them on 2 occasions and received different information about the debt mont when the loan was taken out. I originally thought it was a case of identity theft and someone opened up an account in my name, because I knwo i didn't owe nobody. Thank you for this website, this posting.The number they gave me was 310-499-9983 but caler ID said another number.Caller ID: 8568310640 Caller: Morgan Associates, Icn.

links: http://800notes.com/Phone.aspx/1-310-499-9983
http://www.callercomplaints.com/SearchResult.aspx?Phone=856-831-0640

That is just crazy, isn't it? I tried calling the 310 number again today as I was angry and I got through they said they were going to take Jon's number and my name off the list so we will see if they call again. That is just down right scary! Plus, for them to be calling me at my job?! Are you kidding me? Jon said that if they call back he will leave them with a threatening message as well. He said that wouldn't it be nice if we had a secret code we could enter when they called and we could dismantle all their database systems. From the looks of all the complaints on these sites it looks like that would please many people. So watch out if you get these calls!

Have a great week! I just burnt dinner to busy on this computer! So now I have to try and find something else for dinner so much for tuna casserole!

Back of Grandpa's Program

Grandpa's Song to Us

Below is the song my Grandpa had dedicated to his Daughter's, Grand-Children, and his Great-Grand Children "The Little People" as he so often referred to them as at his funeral yesterday.

The Last Few Days

These last few days have just seemed to blur all together. There has been so many friends and family in town. Below is my Grandpa's Obituary:

Douglas D. Moffit, 73, Bismarck, formerly of Moffit, died June 6, 2008, at a Mandan care center. Services will be held at 1 p.m. Tuesday, June 10, at McCabe United Methodist Church, Bismarck, with the Rev. Art Scanson officiating. Burial will be in Moffit Cemetery.Visitation will be held from 5 to 9 p.m. today at Parkway Funeral Service, 2330 Tyler Parkway, Bismarck, where a prayer service will be held at 7 p.m. Visitation will also be held on Monday from 9 a.m. to 9 p.m. at Parkway Funeral Service and on Tuesday one hour prior to the service at the church.Douglas was born July 30, 1934, in rural Emmons County, the son of George and Margaret (Glum) Moffit. He attended Burr Oak School. He married Donna Hayes on June 19, 1954.Douglas worked for Don Dralle for numerous years. In the spring of 1966, after a major blizzard, he went to work at the Long Lake Refuge. In the spring of 1968, Douglas and Donna purchased the Moffit Quality Store, which they had until 1976. In 1972, he was hired as a blademan for the Burleigh County Highway Department, retiring in 1997, but returning as a part-time employee in the summers through May 2006.He served on the Hazelton-Moffit School Board and was chairman of the Long Lake Township for 23 years. Douglas served many years on the church board of the Moffit Methodist Church of which he was a member. He was also a charter member of the Sterling Rural Fire Department and an active volunteer fireman and a charter member of the Moffit Lion's Club. Douglas was a civil defense weather spotter for many years and was president and caretaker of the Moffit Cemetery. He was the first bypass patient in western North Dakota at Medcenter One in September 1979. In 2000, Douglas was awarded the prestigious "Ben Kalberer Award," an honor that he was very proud to accept, as he was nominated for this award from the people of the Hazelton, Moffit and Braddock communities. In 2005, he was honored to be selected the "Grand Marshall" at the Moffit Centennial.Grateful to have shared his life are his loving wife of 53 years, Donna, Bismarck; his daughters and sons-in-law, Carmen and Al Kary, Steele, and Sheila and Carl Robinson, Bismarck; four grandchildren, Jesse (Becky) Mittleider, Gackle, Cody (Elaine) Mittleider, Streeter, Miranda (Randy) Grayson, Bismarck, and Holly (Jeremy) Will, Lincoln; two step-grandchildren, Joshua (Cindy) Kary, Inver Grove Heights, Minn., and Heather Kary, Watertown, Minn.; nine precious great-grandchildren, who he cherished; three brothers, Ronnie, Lincoln, Raymond, Bismarck, and Lee, Moffit; 10 sisters, Nancy Moffit and Rose Ohlhauser, both of Bismarck, Irene Reather, Great Falls, Mont., Shirley Lave, Billings, Mont., Jean Austad, Fairfield, Mont., Betty Grage, Alcester, S.D., Gladys Engebretson, Genoa, Neb., and Donna Houle, Susan Manson and Marcella Moffit, all of Rolla; one aunt, Wanda "Dolly" Anderson, Great Falls; and numerous in-laws, nieces and nephews.He was preceded in death by his parents; and one sister, Juana Dewald, Fallon, Nev.Go to www.parkwayfuneral.com to share memories of Douglas and to sign the online guest book.

At the prayer service on Sunday night they handed a microphone around and people could talk and recall things about my Grandpa or say whatever they wanted. Carmen started out saying the story about how she wanted to make sure that my Grandpa's grave was going to be staked out where he really wanted it to be. My Grandpa took care of the cemetery for years and years while he lived in Moffit. He taught Carmen how to stake out a grave. Well, she wanted to make sure that they were going to put my Grandpa where he really wanted to be so her and Al went down to Moffit to help the new person stake out my Grandpa's grave. On the way down there Carmen told Al that this wasn't going to be as hard as he thinks. She said there will be a sign. When they got there to the cemetery it started to rain, and it rained the whole time they were there. Carmen new the vicinity where my Grandpa had always talked about and when she walked over to the area there buried in the grass where beer cans filled with cement that my Grandpa had marked. On Monday my Dad picked up Cassidy and she told my Dad "Papa, I have a story about Papa Bug". She could never say Doug when she was little and all she could say was Bug, and it stuck with him as the rest of the 8 that came along still call him that. Anyway, she said "You know that story Carmen said about Papa Bug and those cans filled with cement, I was with Papa Bug when he did that." She said, "I asked Papa Bug, 'What are you doing Papa?', and e said 'You'll understand someday', now I know what he was talking about." Just gives me chills. Karenza took the microphone after Carmen. She is not afraid of it at all! She stood on her chair as she was sitting in the second row with Randy and me. She looked back at everyone and said "I wish for God to take care of my Papa Bug, he is at the die (that is what she calls it) and I love my Papa Bug!" Someone clapped, and she continued "Thank you, Thank you very much ladies and gentleman!" And she took a bow! Everyone laughed, as she didn't have a clue what she was doing. But she was just being her self! She lightened the room. Then I read my two pages I had wrote that I posted on Sunday below. It was hard to get through, but I did it.

Yesterday it was gloomy all day and it didn't start to rain until we went to the cemetery. Yesterday was such a hard day. I am not sure if I mentioned that Randy was a Casket Bearer along with Jeremy, Cody, Jesse, Josh, and Wes (my Grandpa's nephew who his parents were killed in a car accident when he was 17 or 15 or something. My Grandma and Grandpa were kind of his replacement parents. He lives in Yakima, WA and I would visit when I lived in Seattle he is 50 now). Anyway, the church was packed. It was the same church Randy and I got married. It was such a big funeral and all the things people had to say about my Grandpa were so wonderful and we will forever cherish. I want to scan in the back of my Grandpa's program and post the music that was played at his funeral. As it was a song played for his Daughters, Grand Children and Great-Grandchildren on behalf of my Grandpa. Which If I get an extra minute I will.

Douglas D. Moffit - July 30, 1934-June 6, 2008

Below is what I am reading at my Grandpa's prayer service tonight. I hope I can get through it.

Over the last couple of years I have been admiring my Grandpa’s hands. When there wasn’t much else to hold, it was his hands I grasped to reassuring him of my love. There is something that I would like to read that caught my attention a few years back. My Grandpa, some seventy plus years, sat feebly on the patio bench. He didn't move, just sat with his head down staring at his hands. When I sat down beside him he didn't acknowledge my presence and the longer I sat I wondered if he was OK.Finally, not really wanting to disturb him but wanting to check on him at the same time, I asked him if he was OK. He raised his head and looked at me and smiled. "Yes, I'm fine, child thank you for asking," he said in a clear strong voice. "I didn't mean to disturb you, Grandpa, but you were just sitting here staring at your hands and I wanted to make sure you were OK," I explained to him. "Have you ever looked at your hands," he asked. "I mean really looked at your hands? I slowly opened my hands and stared down at them. I turned them over, palms up and then palms down. No, I guess I had never really looked at my hands as I tried to figure out the point he was making. Grandpa smiled and related this story: "Stop and think for a moment about the hands you have how they have served you well throughout your years. These hands, though wrinkled, shriveled and weak have been the tools I have used all my life to reach out and grab and embrace life. They braced and caught my fall when as a toddler I crashed upon the floor. They put food in my mouth and clothes on my back. As a child my Mother taught me to fold them in prayer. They tied my shoes and pulled on my boots. They have been dirty, scraped and raw, swollen and bent. They were uneasy and clumsy when I tried to hold my newborn daughter. Decorated with my wedding band they showed the world that I was married and loved your Grandma. They wrote letters and trembled and shook when I buried my Parents and walked my Daughter’s down the aisle. Yet, they were strong and reliable as I needed them for work. They have held my precious grand-children, and great-grandchildren, consoled neighbors, and shook in fists of anger when I didn't understand. They have driven my family on vacation, they have fixed a broken bicycle, and they have made rocking chairs and toy boxes for my grandchildren. They have been the hands that my children, grandchildren, and great-grand children clasp onto. They have covered my face, combed my hair, and washed and cleansed the rest of my body. They have been sticky and wet, bent and broken, dried and raw. And to this day when not much of anything else of me works real well these hands try to feed me and try to continue to fold in prayer. These hands are the mark of where I've been and the ruggedness of my life. But more importantly it will be these hands that God will reach out and take when he leads me home. And with my hands, child, He will lift me to His side and there I will use these hands to touch the face of Christ." As I continued to sit beside him our hands intertwined I savored that moment. I will never look at my hands the same again. God has reached out and took my Grandpa's hands and led him home. When my hands are hurt or sore or when I stroke the face of my daughter and my husband, I will be thinking of my loving Grandpa. I love you Grandpa and now you are no longer suffering. I have another Angel in heaven watching over me and my family.