Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Friday, July 3, 2009
Thursday, July 2, 2009
WHEN I GROW UP I WANT TO BE AN OLD WOMAN
Hair Loss. The hair you have left is grey, fluffy, and unmanagable. Eyesight, going. Hearing, going. Rosacea and other skin anomalies. No more baking in tanning beds because you MAY have skin cancer. Breasts going south to your lap, and a stomach that wants to lay on your knees. Insomnia. Digestive disorders. Allergies. Heart palpatations. Arthritic Ankle. Chelitis and Crohn's Disease. Early Menopause. Eyebrows and hair growing in random places. I AM ONLY 50 FOR CRYING OUT LOUD . .GIVE ME A BREAK BODY!
MY NEW DAY JOB!
I am now painting name barrettes for L. Kay Originals. I am pretty slow right now, but my barrettes are looking better all the time. Today I turned in my first month's names . . .Hannah and Isabella, and I am officially a paid employee. Woot! This job fits me perfectly, since I am such a homebody and the thought of going out into the world to work scares me to death! None of that corporate hogwash for me. Thankyou Donna and Diane for all your tips and help. Because of you, I have hope. And no, I am NOT giving up the paper route, thank you very much.
Monday, June 22, 2009
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
J is for . . .
J is for JOHN, JOHNNY, JEFFREY, JASON, JEREMY, JENNIFER, JULIA, JAMIE, JAROM, JAZLYN, JENNA, JOANNE, JESSICA, JACKSON, JORDAN, JOSHUA, JACQUELINE, JAMES, JOSETTE, JAIDYN . . .did I miss anyone? So many J names in our families. Love you guys! J is for JACUZZI.
John as been wanting one for years, and we were fortunate enough to find a guy who wanted to trade one for a jeep. As luck would have it, we were going to sell Skyler's, so it was perfect timing. It has all the bells and whistles . . . stereo/CD player, volcano, waterfall, extra jets . . .the works. Problem is, we NEVER use it. I think my husband thinks its the ultimate in status symbols . . .I on the other hand am ready for it to find a new home. I think a new roof for the house, or a remodeled basement would bring us FAR more JOY. 
Speaking of JOY, having Skyler home from his mission, and getting to see my grandkids brought me oodles of that. We spent hours listening to his many adventures, and in doing crafts and puzzles with the girls. J is for JOB.
We are both pretty darn lucky in the current economy to both have one. John is managing three projects right now for ABCO, and besides my 16 years delivering for the Spokesman Review, I think I found the perfect day job as well! More on that later, as I have to train for it first. Anyways, wish me luck on this new adventure!
John as been wanting one for years, and we were fortunate enough to find a guy who wanted to trade one for a jeep. As luck would have it, we were going to sell Skyler's, so it was perfect timing. It has all the bells and whistles . . . stereo/CD player, volcano, waterfall, extra jets . . .the works. Problem is, we NEVER use it. I think my husband thinks its the ultimate in status symbols . . .I on the other hand am ready for it to find a new home. I think a new roof for the house, or a remodeled basement would bring us FAR more JOY. 
Speaking of JOY, having Skyler home from his mission, and getting to see my grandkids brought me oodles of that. We spent hours listening to his many adventures, and in doing crafts and puzzles with the girls. J is for JOB.
We are both pretty darn lucky in the current economy to both have one. John is managing three projects right now for ABCO, and besides my 16 years delivering for the Spokesman Review, I think I found the perfect day job as well! More on that later, as I have to train for it first. Anyways, wish me luck on this new adventure!
Monday, February 16, 2009
I is for . . .
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First of all, I is for ISABELLE . . ."IZZY". What an angelic little cherub. She knows Grandma only through webcam, since its been 7 months since I've seen her, and she was too young then to hold onto the memory. Izzy is a tad bit tomboy, with a sprinkle of shyness and giggles wrapped up in a chubby-legged gerber baby body. She obviously wants to catch Riley in development, as she is eager to learn new words, and sit on the potty. We are counting the days til we can smother her in kisses.
I is for IDAHO. What a privilege it is to live in such a beautiful state. You've heard of the wonders our land does possess, It's beautiful valleys and hills. The majestic forests where nature abounds - I love every nook and rill. There's truly one state in this great land of ours where IDEALS can be realized - the pioneers made it so for you and me, a legacy we'll always prize. That is IDAHO. Okay . . so I borrowed the lyrics from the state song, but they are so lovely I could not resist. 
I is for IDLENESS. People who use the phrase "I'm bored" confound me. I have never been bored a day of my life. There is always something to be done. Have you read your scriptures? Cheered someone up that was having a bad day? When was the last time you cleaned your kitchen cabinets, or taken dinner to a shut-in? Have you sorted and priced everything for your yard sale, or written thankyou cards to everyone who you owe a debt of gratitude to? I am not perfect in ANY of these areas . . .but that is exactly my point. I do watch alot of TV, but I feel guilty if I am not folding clothes, paying bills, etc. while I do. And of course, at the moment I am watching The Bachelor and blogging. See?
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
H is for . . . .
I have a really bad habit of using the word HOLY. Holy this, and holy that. I use it mostly when I am frustrated. Probably not the best word to use, seeing that it is one of the most sacred. But HECK . . .Batman uses it, right? HOLY HABERDASHERY Batman! (says Robin). A HABERDASHER is a dealer in men's notions and fashion. Holy metromania! Makes you wonder about Batman's orientation if he has a need for one, doesn't it? I mean, Batman would have no reason to visit a Haberdasher, considering he wears one outfit for his entire career in Super- HERODOM. 
H is for HAILEE, my firstborn grandchild. She is four now . . old enough to converse with me on a more mature level. . . except if its about Dora, who she is obesessed with, and who I know virtually nothing about. I called her HAILEEBUG for a very long time, but now I call her "Shmoogie" . . .another version of "Shmoogoo", one of Johnny's nicknames for her. When I am on the phone with her, she always lets me know how smart she is by replying to anything I say with "I know that!". She is my HEART, as are all my grandchildren. H is for HAPPINESS. We all are in search of it, but never seem to quite capture what our idea of it is. I think we forget that its the simple things that make us happy. One of my favorite songs of all time is "Happiness" from You're a Good Man Charlie Brown.
It reminds us that happiness can be found in such simple things as finding a pencil or walking hand in hand. Having a sister, or getting along. I am getting a little sappy just thinking about it. My mother rewrote the lyrics for my brother Bruce's missionary farewell, and her lyrics remind us of the spiritual things that bring us TRUE happiness. Having a purpose, and knowing the reason why we are here. Holding to the Iron Rod. The grandkids all sang it at her funeral. Its a moment I will never forget.
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Friday, January 9, 2009
Break a Leg!
Well . . an ankle, that is. I am blogging about this because so many have asked me for details about it, and how it happened . . . and I am SO far behind in returning calls and answering emails . . . so this will save my vocal chords from wearing out and keep me from getting writer's cramp. These photos are pre-surgery. The post surgery photo is gorrier, but I will post it later. The blister on my foot is a "break" blister, because it was so swollen that the fluid has nowhere else to go. (Please excuse the untrimmed toenails and rough heels . . argh.) On Monday, December 29th, I was going up to deliver a paper at a porch. I have been very careful over the years on icey driveways, and I take baby steps all the way. I took a spill a few years back and ended up in bed unable to move for two days. So, I never again wanted that to happen.
I got up to the corner of the house where the raingutter drips down (always a terrible spot) and it was particularly dark that day. My feet slipped out from underneath me, and my head hit the concrete and popped it open in the back. (Head is okay, just lots of bleeding). My foot hit the brick on the corner of the house and snap! The pain took my breath away, but having had sprained ankles before, I was optimistic. My first thought was that of wondering if I was going to have to lay there in the cold until somebody found me. Once I stood up, I knew it was broken, because my food flopped to the side. Luckily I had ankle boots on, which held me all together . . because I have no idea how I made it back to the car.
Those that know me, know that I have this twisted devotion to my route and my customers (13 years on this route now, 19 years altogether) so I thought that if I could manage the pain, I would finish the driveway deliveries, and go get John to come help me do the porches. We did just that, then headed for home. When we got there, we quickly concluded that hopping to the porch was too painful, and so was crawling on my hands and knees. So . .I got on my stomach and crawled army-style all the way to the porch on the ice. (Can you imagine a passer by watching all this???) John needed to go check on a job, and I told him I would get showered and try to make an appointment to see Bryan, my nephew who is a foot & ankle doctor.
I think John was still convinced that it was just a sprain, but the xrays showed differently. The smaller leg bone was broken at the ankle, and there was a possible spiral break in the back (Bryan said this could be a bone spur . .it wasn't quite clear). Long story short, I had surgery the following Friday, and Bryan put me back together. He removed some bone, and patched me up with a metal plate and screws. This has been one of the most challenging times of my life. Its amazing how you can make one little mistake, and have it change everything. The pain is pretty bad, but I think the inconvenience that it has caused not just me, but my entire family is worse.
John has been a trooper, doing my route for me. This along with keeping up on his bishopric duties, working 10-12 hour days at his regular job, trying to be the father AND mother, housekeeper, grocery shopper & caretaker. All the while he is keeping the driveways plowed, the roof shoveled, and runs around trying to make arrangements for both of our wrecked cars to be fixed. Pretty amazing, don't you think? My worse day was yesterday by far, and if you want to know why . . . you'll have to speak to me privately. Anyways, thanks to all of you who have brought meals, called to show concern, and sent me get well texts and emails. I am so lucky to have such great family and friends who step up to the plate when times are tough. God bless you all!
I got up to the corner of the house where the raingutter drips down (always a terrible spot) and it was particularly dark that day. My feet slipped out from underneath me, and my head hit the concrete and popped it open in the back. (Head is okay, just lots of bleeding). My foot hit the brick on the corner of the house and snap! The pain took my breath away, but having had sprained ankles before, I was optimistic. My first thought was that of wondering if I was going to have to lay there in the cold until somebody found me. Once I stood up, I knew it was broken, because my food flopped to the side. Luckily I had ankle boots on, which held me all together . . because I have no idea how I made it back to the car.
Those that know me, know that I have this twisted devotion to my route and my customers (13 years on this route now, 19 years altogether) so I thought that if I could manage the pain, I would finish the driveway deliveries, and go get John to come help me do the porches. We did just that, then headed for home. When we got there, we quickly concluded that hopping to the porch was too painful, and so was crawling on my hands and knees. So . .I got on my stomach and crawled army-style all the way to the porch on the ice. (Can you imagine a passer by watching all this???) John needed to go check on a job, and I told him I would get showered and try to make an appointment to see Bryan, my nephew who is a foot & ankle doctor.
I think John was still convinced that it was just a sprain, but the xrays showed differently. The smaller leg bone was broken at the ankle, and there was a possible spiral break in the back (Bryan said this could be a bone spur . .it wasn't quite clear). Long story short, I had surgery the following Friday, and Bryan put me back together. He removed some bone, and patched me up with a metal plate and screws. This has been one of the most challenging times of my life. Its amazing how you can make one little mistake, and have it change everything. The pain is pretty bad, but I think the inconvenience that it has caused not just me, but my entire family is worse.
John has been a trooper, doing my route for me. This along with keeping up on his bishopric duties, working 10-12 hour days at his regular job, trying to be the father AND mother, housekeeper, grocery shopper & caretaker. All the while he is keeping the driveways plowed, the roof shoveled, and runs around trying to make arrangements for both of our wrecked cars to be fixed. Pretty amazing, don't you think? My worse day was yesterday by far, and if you want to know why . . . you'll have to speak to me privately. Anyways, thanks to all of you who have brought meals, called to show concern, and sent me get well texts and emails. I am so lucky to have such great family and friends who step up to the plate when times are tough. God bless you all!
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