Life is very busy this week. I assume you know all about the mess in my brain. I can't remember who I told or know who told who. I don't really care. The truth beats gossip any day and a few more prayers in my behalf could not hurt.
Anyway. Tuesday I have eye tests and a visit to radiology. I also have a couple of letters to write and a few more people to visit and some last minute phone calls to make--if I can find them.
Wednesday we have Relief Society enrichment-which will not take all day but needs to be remembered. Since it will just be the first of April I doubt we will have all the info we need to do the computer work by then. Of course I know we are limited by the supervisors and they are limited by the VTs themselves. Nobody's fault, just the facts of life.
Thursday I go to SLC and meet with the surgeon and find out the where and when and how all this will take place. The surgery will most likely take place next Tuesday. Right now I would just as soon have it over with and be on the mending end but all things in good time.
That leaves my VT coordinator and me Friday to get the Visit Teaching into the computer. The ward clerk reminded me on Sunday that we need to get it in early because it is the end of the quarter and thus a reporting month.
Too much info eh? Oh well, there you've got it, my life in a blog. :) But you know, I would rather be busy than sitting around worrying about the future. Although the worrying is coming more easily these days. I could clean the house but, that is just not high on my priority list right now. Maybe Saturday between Conference sessions, maybe next Monday, maybe not.
Be happy, stay busy and do some good!.
Monday, March 30, 2009
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Medical update as of Sunday
Perhaps this is not the place to put this info but I will anyway.
The Doctor was great! Pat drove me down and Mary, our family medical consultant, met us there.
Not only was the doctor there but he had a nurse to draw blood for lots more tests and the lab was also staffed so they could get started on the tests. i should get the results on Monday he said.
Meanwhile, the doctor informed us that the tumor is approximately the size of a walnut and had almost totally encompassed the carotid artery and is pressing on the optic nerve. these are almost never cancerous! It needs to be removed and the sooner the better. I will have to see the surgeon as soon as possible this week (another trip to the big city) and then it will be scheduled. The doctor hopes by the end of the week.
We are frankly excited. I cannot wait to see again! The kids "want their mother back." Pat, of course is worried, but satisfied that the doctor knows what he is doing. I think we are all a little worried but dwelling on it just makes it worse. The after math, trying to balance the hormones involved will not be fun but the whole idea of normalcy is overwhelming.
I've got a lot of good helpers in the Relief Society and I am sure they will very competently take over.
Life goes on and we are so very blessed to live ina time and place where the medical knowledge and services are available. Even more Pat is employed and we have insurance to help cover the costs.
When I know the time and place I will let you know, probably via email. Love ya lots and lots and lots!
The Doctor was great! Pat drove me down and Mary, our family medical consultant, met us there.
Not only was the doctor there but he had a nurse to draw blood for lots more tests and the lab was also staffed so they could get started on the tests. i should get the results on Monday he said.
Meanwhile, the doctor informed us that the tumor is approximately the size of a walnut and had almost totally encompassed the carotid artery and is pressing on the optic nerve. these are almost never cancerous! It needs to be removed and the sooner the better. I will have to see the surgeon as soon as possible this week (another trip to the big city) and then it will be scheduled. The doctor hopes by the end of the week.
We are frankly excited. I cannot wait to see again! The kids "want their mother back." Pat, of course is worried, but satisfied that the doctor knows what he is doing. I think we are all a little worried but dwelling on it just makes it worse. The after math, trying to balance the hormones involved will not be fun but the whole idea of normalcy is overwhelming.
I've got a lot of good helpers in the Relief Society and I am sure they will very competently take over.
Life goes on and we are so very blessed to live ina time and place where the medical knowledge and services are available. Even more Pat is employed and we have insurance to help cover the costs.
When I know the time and place I will let you know, probably via email. Love ya lots and lots and lots!
On the radio
Evidently one of my blog entries, Code Words and Meanings, was picked up and used in a national radio show this weekend. The host left a message informing me. I wanted to check it out so here is the link to the Radio show: http://www.waywordradio.org/ I thought it might be a hoax but no. Isn't that interesting. I am even quoted on the front page as of Sunday.
I guess that means they also quoted me quoting Ella.
It's a small world with the internet.
I guess that means they also quoted me quoting Ella.
It's a small world with the internet.
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Friday and Saturday in a hurry
It's only 9:10 on Saturday Morning and I am in a hurry already. This is my sleep-in day.
But I digress.
After the 8:30 telephone call from the doctor yesterday I was confident I had all the news and opportunities for the day and weekend undersontrol. But no!
I got to take a sweet sister to the hospital in the afternoon and then do her visiting teaching with her companion for her. It was so good to visit with all the sisters. But at 4:30 or so I got three phone calls, while visiting, of course. I don't get that many phone calls in two days let alone in half an hour.Beck I reminded about the ward party, Dad told me he was 45 minutes from home and then the doctor's office from SLC . I have an appointment for 11;30 Saturday.
Who are you kidding, doctors do not have office hours on Saturday. But his receptionist said he was coming in to see a couple of people, including me. Now that was fast! I wasn't too worried about this tumor bit until this. Maybe he is just too busy to squeeze anyone in next week.
anyway, I am off to SLC. Mary offered to go with me so I told Dad he could stay here if he really did not want to go. He offered. I can not get mad at him for not supporting me--he offered. I thought I should spell that out so everyone understood, and I could remember!
Granny was prying so i told her I got a quick appointment with a Doctor about my eyes and thought I would spend some time with Mary since I do not get to very often. When I know more, you will know more. No need to give Granny more time to worry-got it?
Love ya' lots and lots and lots! Mom
But I digress.
After the 8:30 telephone call from the doctor yesterday I was confident I had all the news and opportunities for the day and weekend undersontrol. But no!
I got to take a sweet sister to the hospital in the afternoon and then do her visiting teaching with her companion for her. It was so good to visit with all the sisters. But at 4:30 or so I got three phone calls, while visiting, of course. I don't get that many phone calls in two days let alone in half an hour.Beck I reminded about the ward party, Dad told me he was 45 minutes from home and then the doctor's office from SLC . I have an appointment for 11;30 Saturday.
Who are you kidding, doctors do not have office hours on Saturday. But his receptionist said he was coming in to see a couple of people, including me. Now that was fast! I wasn't too worried about this tumor bit until this. Maybe he is just too busy to squeeze anyone in next week.
anyway, I am off to SLC. Mary offered to go with me so I told Dad he could stay here if he really did not want to go. He offered. I can not get mad at him for not supporting me--he offered. I thought I should spell that out so everyone understood, and I could remember!
Granny was prying so i told her I got a quick appointment with a Doctor about my eyes and thought I would spend some time with Mary since I do not get to very often. When I know more, you will know more. No need to give Granny more time to worry-got it?
Love ya' lots and lots and lots! Mom
Friday, March 27, 2009
Test Results
It is not even 9 a.m., I can't believe the doctor has already called with the news of the day. I decided to send the news out this way so everybody got the same story at the same time.
The blood work so far was ok. However, I am going to have to have more tests
The MRI not as much. There is a tumor on my pituitary gland. It is NOT cancer (He said they never are) but it is putting pressure on my optic nerves and the pituitary gland is like the control center for the rest of the body and it needs to be taken care of. Dr Stones will attempt to contact the endocrinologist in SLC and make an appointment for me next week. It may have to be surgically removed but they may be able to do it with radiation. We will just have to wait and see (Ha!)
It is a relief to know there is something there and I am not totally over the edge. And it is correctable.
I love you all!
Mommy Nolan
The blood work so far was ok. However, I am going to have to have more tests
The MRI not as much. There is a tumor on my pituitary gland. It is NOT cancer (He said they never are) but it is putting pressure on my optic nerves and the pituitary gland is like the control center for the rest of the body and it needs to be taken care of. Dr Stones will attempt to contact the endocrinologist in SLC and make an appointment for me next week. It may have to be surgically removed but they may be able to do it with radiation. We will just have to wait and see (Ha!)
It is a relief to know there is something there and I am not totally over the edge. And it is correctable.
I love you all!
Mommy Nolan
Thursday, March 26, 2009
I do have a brain and I have got proof
I really tried to put a picture in here, real proof that inside this thing attached to my shoulders is a brain. But since this brain couldn't get passed the "internal error" no picture is available to you at this time. So sad! I wanted you guys to see and believe. Of course, even the picture could not prove that the brain is actually capable of processing thought or making decisions, let alone good decisions. But it was a start.
I did have the MRI done today and the results should be available tomorrow. I can get them from the doctor in the morning, if he is in the office. I will let you know when I know something.
I did discover that something was broken in the latest fall. But it wasn't a bone. It was the strap on my favorite black shoes. With no cobbler in town and very worn tred they are most likely not worth the effort of saving. But I morn the loss. They were so comfortable and I could wear them to church, the store, around the house, camping, anywhere. It is definitely cheaper to replace them then repairing a broken bone!
Yet another day has passed and I got the MRI, replaced the nail that popped off, went to lunch with a couple of friends--and watched every word I said (yea Mom) and got a massage. Now that was really, really nice adn relaxing to my stiff neck muscles. So I feel pretty good about making it through another day. Thank you God, thank you my loved ones.
I did have the MRI done today and the results should be available tomorrow. I can get them from the doctor in the morning, if he is in the office. I will let you know when I know something.
I did discover that something was broken in the latest fall. But it wasn't a bone. It was the strap on my favorite black shoes. With no cobbler in town and very worn tred they are most likely not worth the effort of saving. But I morn the loss. They were so comfortable and I could wear them to church, the store, around the house, camping, anywhere. It is definitely cheaper to replace them then repairing a broken bone!
Yet another day has passed and I got the MRI, replaced the nail that popped off, went to lunch with a couple of friends--and watched every word I said (yea Mom) and got a massage. Now that was really, really nice adn relaxing to my stiff neck muscles. So I feel pretty good about making it through another day. Thank you God, thank you my loved ones.
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Ooops!
OOOPS!
I thought about never writing again as my most recent posts were well, offensive to some. No offence was ever intended. I surely wish you, whoever you are, would have talked to me instead of , oh well it doesn't matter now.
I actually feel bad for all of you that don't have much of a choice regarding me. I am the only mother you may ever have on this earth. And I feel bad about what I have put you through. You all deserve so much more. I guess I actually feel really bad about who I am right now, Maybe tomorrow will be better, new pills, actually a return to the old, old pills. "Could be, who knows" a return to the old me.
I am so sorry to all of you!
OOOPS again
Unfortunatly when I get over stressed I lose focus for even the simple things, like walking down stairs. Actually it was as much the eyes as anything else but it's done now. This time it was the front steps, I got up close and personal with the orange rock in the dirt/tulip garden. The fall also shattered the plate of food I was carrying. Oh shoot!
Here is the really good news! I do not have a black eye or broken upper jaw! My lip is not torn and I do not need stitches on my face. Now that is a lot to be grateful for! My face avoided the rock. My left arm is pretty scraped up, my watch band broke-but the crystal, which was damaged before Christmas, is still intact, sort of'. My left knee is scraped and I get a sharp pain in it every once in a while, but I can't see any swelling yet. I didn't go to the emergency room as they wouldn't have been able to tell if it was broken or not. Remember it took five weeks for them to tell me last time.
Additional good news, Beck saw me fall and was there to pick me up brush me off and clean up the mess. I cannot say thank you enough, to Beck and my Heavenly Father.
Even more good news, they drew blood for tests today and I get to have the MRI tomorrow. I sincerely do not believe they will find anything in the MRI, but what they rule out will be a relief sort of. I really want to be able to see again. This is so frustrating! There has to be something that can be done about my vision. Since I am going to be at the hospital anyway, if anything feels real bad, I'll have it looked at then.
Golly, that adds up to Spiritually challenged; physically, falling and in pain; and emotionally, unstable at best. This does not look good. But I am still alive, God must not be done with me-yet. So I will keep going and pray for better fays ahead. I hope you will too.
I thought about never writing again as my most recent posts were well, offensive to some. No offence was ever intended. I surely wish you, whoever you are, would have talked to me instead of , oh well it doesn't matter now.
I actually feel bad for all of you that don't have much of a choice regarding me. I am the only mother you may ever have on this earth. And I feel bad about what I have put you through. You all deserve so much more. I guess I actually feel really bad about who I am right now, Maybe tomorrow will be better, new pills, actually a return to the old, old pills. "Could be, who knows" a return to the old me.
I am so sorry to all of you!
OOOPS again
Unfortunatly when I get over stressed I lose focus for even the simple things, like walking down stairs. Actually it was as much the eyes as anything else but it's done now. This time it was the front steps, I got up close and personal with the orange rock in the dirt/tulip garden. The fall also shattered the plate of food I was carrying. Oh shoot!
Here is the really good news! I do not have a black eye or broken upper jaw! My lip is not torn and I do not need stitches on my face. Now that is a lot to be grateful for! My face avoided the rock. My left arm is pretty scraped up, my watch band broke-but the crystal, which was damaged before Christmas, is still intact, sort of'. My left knee is scraped and I get a sharp pain in it every once in a while, but I can't see any swelling yet. I didn't go to the emergency room as they wouldn't have been able to tell if it was broken or not. Remember it took five weeks for them to tell me last time.
Additional good news, Beck saw me fall and was there to pick me up brush me off and clean up the mess. I cannot say thank you enough, to Beck and my Heavenly Father.
Even more good news, they drew blood for tests today and I get to have the MRI tomorrow. I sincerely do not believe they will find anything in the MRI, but what they rule out will be a relief sort of. I really want to be able to see again. This is so frustrating! There has to be something that can be done about my vision. Since I am going to be at the hospital anyway, if anything feels real bad, I'll have it looked at then.
Golly, that adds up to Spiritually challenged; physically, falling and in pain; and emotionally, unstable at best. This does not look good. But I am still alive, God must not be done with me-yet. So I will keep going and pray for better fays ahead. I hope you will too.
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Courage
I guess I have always had a certain amount of courage, faith you could say.
But I have always wanted to have someone believe in me enough to actually stand up for me. Through all the teen years of my children, one in particular but we don't need to name names, I longed for the day that someone would see things through my eyes and rescue me or at least defend me, as the mother. A simple, "You don't treat your mother like that!" would have been a blessed event. It never happened. "You were doing a pretty good job of defending yourself." was as close as it ever got. Didn't anyone see me crouched on the floor of the kitchen, taking the--all be it verbal--assault? Have I always been so useless as to be not to be worth defending?
Somethings never change.
Courage, the strength to be who I am, where I am. "I am a daughter of my Heavenly Father, who loves me, and I love Him. I will “stand as witnesses of God at all times and in all things, and in all places.” Even if I have to do it alone. I know, with God on your side you are never alone. But every now and then you, maybe not you, but I, coud use a human hug and someone along to boost my courage. Who lnows even defend me?
But I have always wanted to have someone believe in me enough to actually stand up for me. Through all the teen years of my children, one in particular but we don't need to name names, I longed for the day that someone would see things through my eyes and rescue me or at least defend me, as the mother. A simple, "You don't treat your mother like that!" would have been a blessed event. It never happened. "You were doing a pretty good job of defending yourself." was as close as it ever got. Didn't anyone see me crouched on the floor of the kitchen, taking the--all be it verbal--assault? Have I always been so useless as to be not to be worth defending?
Somethings never change.
Courage, the strength to be who I am, where I am. "I am a daughter of my Heavenly Father, who loves me, and I love Him. I will “stand as witnesses of God at all times and in all things, and in all places.” Even if I have to do it alone. I know, with God on your side you are never alone. But every now and then you, maybe not you, but I, coud use a human hug and someone along to boost my courage. Who lnows even defend me?
Monday, March 16, 2009
Celebrating the Green
It's the celebrating of the green once again. Don't forget who your are. Irish at heart. and green of clothing.
Be sure to wish your favorite "green man" aka Papa a happy him day!
We had our traditional brisket and cabbage on Sunday. It was good but very fatty and greasy.
There is a surprise for each of the little green Nolans in the big city at Mach's house. Here it's just another day in Paradise. Food orders, evictions, more people out of work, who could ask for more? At least there haven't been any deaths in the ward! Now that is something to be grateful!
Be sure to wish your favorite "green man" aka Papa a happy him day!
We had our traditional brisket and cabbage on Sunday. It was good but very fatty and greasy.
There is a surprise for each of the little green Nolans in the big city at Mach's house. Here it's just another day in Paradise. Food orders, evictions, more people out of work, who could ask for more? At least there haven't been any deaths in the ward! Now that is something to be grateful!
Swans are Birds
Pat earned some serious Hubby of the Year Points on Saturday.
Pat listens to the Saturday early morning sports show-whatever it is called, on KSL. He heard about Swan Days at the Bear River Migratory Bird Refuge. I used to be a birder, I loved being able to tell them apart! So he took me, over to the park and we drove, at least10 miles off and on (sudden changes and car eating potholes) of dirt roas and then a full 12 of all dirt-one way-that was oftern ignored-road followed.
We could hear the swans even before we could see them. They were beautiful and huge, what I could see of them. You "see" the eagle eyes are not what they used to be. And worse, the doctors don't seem to be able to correct them! UGH!!! These tundra swans are headed for the NORTH coast of Alaska and Canada. Look on a map, that is a long way!
We also saw geese and ducks and lots of coots (little black duck like birds with whilte beaks.). In the visitors center they had a live pelican, one of my all time favoriites. They are big also-and fond in Florida (usually brown there).
I wished we had taken Ella but in the end, four hours of driving and only tow short potty stops just might have been asking too much. I had an idea for her birthday party though . . .
Thanks Papa!
Pat listens to the Saturday early morning sports show-whatever it is called, on KSL. He heard about Swan Days at the Bear River Migratory Bird Refuge. I used to be a birder, I loved being able to tell them apart! So he took me, over to the park and we drove, at least10 miles off and on (sudden changes and car eating potholes) of dirt roas and then a full 12 of all dirt-one way-that was oftern ignored-road followed.
We could hear the swans even before we could see them. They were beautiful and huge, what I could see of them. You "see" the eagle eyes are not what they used to be. And worse, the doctors don't seem to be able to correct them! UGH!!! These tundra swans are headed for the NORTH coast of Alaska and Canada. Look on a map, that is a long way!
We also saw geese and ducks and lots of coots (little black duck like birds with whilte beaks.). In the visitors center they had a live pelican, one of my all time favoriites. They are big also-and fond in Florida (usually brown there).
I wished we had taken Ella but in the end, four hours of driving and only tow short potty stops just might have been asking too much. I had an idea for her birthday party though . . .
Thanks Papa!
Friday, March 13, 2009
I Wanna (did) Run Through the Halls of My High School
I saw Mary's answers and wondered if anyone knew any of these things about me. I wonder if I even know these things about me, let;s see,
1. Did you date someone from your school?
Yep, sort of, he'd already moved on to the hard stuff.
2. Did you marry someone from your school?
No, no good Mormons there, other than me, of course.
3. Did you car pool to school?
No, the feet worked fine, until I could drive myself-my mother's car.
4. What kind of car did you have?
Who remembers stuff like that, an old station wagon maybe.
5. What kind of car do you have now?
A 1995 Ford Taurus--thank you John!
6. It's Friday night...where are you? (then)
On a date or getting ready for a speach contest, at least every other Saturday.
7. It is Friday night...where are you? (now)
Feeding Pspa, and watching tv-such a thrilling life!
8. What kind of job did you have in high school?
Job? Who had time for that, too many service opportunities. I did all of them!
9. What kind of job do you do now?
The ultimate Social Worker-186 sisters keep me pretty busy.
10. Were you a party animal?
Sort of, I was the designated driver. As the only non-drinker I enjoyed lots of laughs watching the fools.
11. Were you considered a flirt?
Probably, with the debaters form other--less Cuban--high schools.
12. Were you in band, orchestra, choir?
Sorry, no. Debate anyone?
13. Were you a nerd?
Not really, did we have nerds in the 70's?
14. Did you get suspended or expelled?
Yep, but I was right! and in the end the Principal got in trouble for it. He called me an encouragable. Me? Someday i will tell you the story.
15. Can you sing the fight song?
No, that information has been permanently deleated from the data base. But I do remember my favorite cheer. "Womp up si' head, womp up si' head"
16. Who was/were your favorite teacher(s)?
I wasn't there enough to know their names in the first place.
17. Where did you sit during lunch?
I had to show up in order to go to lunch. (I got great grades, I could speak English)
18. What was your school's full name?
Miami Senior High School
19. When did you graduate?
1973-so long ago
20. What was your school mascot?
Stingray
21. If you could go back and do it again, would you?
No, it got better and th ebest is still yet to come.
22. Did you have fun at prom?
Yes, but I didn't really get asked until just the day or two before. I am glad I went!
23. Do you still talk to the person you went to prom with?
Not in the last 35 years or so--oh, I am suddenly feeling really old.
24. Are you planning on going to your next reunion?
Haven't been to one yet, why start now?
25. Do you still talk to people from school?
Not a single one, and I haven't since I got married. Living acorss the country doesn't help, but I doubt I would anyway. See #1 and 2 above.
So now you know who I was in High School. I wish I had a picture I could share, but living in the past never has done me any good--I was kind-of pretty though way back when,
Forever the optimist-The best is (still) yet to come!
1. Did you date someone from your school?
Yep, sort of, he'd already moved on to the hard stuff.
2. Did you marry someone from your school?
No, no good Mormons there, other than me, of course.
3. Did you car pool to school?
No, the feet worked fine, until I could drive myself-my mother's car.
4. What kind of car did you have?
Who remembers stuff like that, an old station wagon maybe.
5. What kind of car do you have now?
A 1995 Ford Taurus--thank you John!
6. It's Friday night...where are you? (then)
On a date or getting ready for a speach contest, at least every other Saturday.
7. It is Friday night...where are you? (now)
Feeding Pspa, and watching tv-such a thrilling life!
8. What kind of job did you have in high school?
Job? Who had time for that, too many service opportunities. I did all of them!
9. What kind of job do you do now?
The ultimate Social Worker-186 sisters keep me pretty busy.
10. Were you a party animal?
Sort of, I was the designated driver. As the only non-drinker I enjoyed lots of laughs watching the fools.
11. Were you considered a flirt?
Probably, with the debaters form other--less Cuban--high schools.
12. Were you in band, orchestra, choir?
Sorry, no. Debate anyone?
13. Were you a nerd?
Not really, did we have nerds in the 70's?
14. Did you get suspended or expelled?
Yep, but I was right! and in the end the Principal got in trouble for it. He called me an encouragable. Me? Someday i will tell you the story.
15. Can you sing the fight song?
No, that information has been permanently deleated from the data base. But I do remember my favorite cheer. "Womp up si' head, womp up si' head"
16. Who was/were your favorite teacher(s)?
I wasn't there enough to know their names in the first place.
17. Where did you sit during lunch?
I had to show up in order to go to lunch. (I got great grades, I could speak English)
18. What was your school's full name?
Miami Senior High School
19. When did you graduate?
1973-so long ago
20. What was your school mascot?
Stingray
21. If you could go back and do it again, would you?
No, it got better and th ebest is still yet to come.
22. Did you have fun at prom?
Yes, but I didn't really get asked until just the day or two before. I am glad I went!
23. Do you still talk to the person you went to prom with?
Not in the last 35 years or so--oh, I am suddenly feeling really old.
24. Are you planning on going to your next reunion?
Haven't been to one yet, why start now?
25. Do you still talk to people from school?
Not a single one, and I haven't since I got married. Living acorss the country doesn't help, but I doubt I would anyway. See #1 and 2 above.
So now you know who I was in High School. I wish I had a picture I could share, but living in the past never has done me any good--I was kind-of pretty though way back when,
Forever the optimist-The best is (still) yet to come!
Monday, March 9, 2009
You can't beat free
Hey, I found this new site. It's kind of cool and you can't beat free!
Actually I saw it on Good Things Utah and they check things out before showing them. anyway, if you like to enter giveaways . . .that promise not to sell or give away your contact info, give this one a try. the prizes are great.
giveawaytoday@hotmail.com
Actually I saw it on Good Things Utah and they check things out before showing them. anyway, if you like to enter giveaways . . .that promise not to sell or give away your contact info, give this one a try. the prizes are great.
giveawaytoday@hotmail.com
Sunday, March 8, 2009
A Refreshing View
Today, after Relief Society, Pat and i went to SLC to hear Mary and Allen speak in Church. We had the privledge of hold, wrangling Benji for the meeting.
We made a few mistakes in that process. Benji doesn't drink well out of his sippy cup when the lid is still on it. Papa was pretty wet but not quite as wet as Benji. Sippy cups do leak through lids when sucked on hard enough. And Nanny has definitely lost her knack at helping little people drink from very small cups. Benjie can, on the other hand, squirt water a considerable distance when he does not want it in his mouth. Allen was also correct inthe comment he made at Benjie's first birthday party, "it's not so much what the book is about as it is what it tastes like." We had one really good tasting book, we knew that when we tried to take it away from him. The best I could do is kinda' mash the cardboard back into its original shape and try and smooth the lamaneted cover back down. Sorry guys! We also managed to deestroy a very cute yellow tie. It was a clip on and seemed to be gouginh Benjie's neck. He didn't really complain, so I should have left it alone. But, it looked so painful. I just couldn't leave it alone. the tie part came off first, then finally the clip. It really was my fault. the darn thing was such a challenge. I spent a good portion of the time trying to put it back together. No Luck, sorry again. i will get him a new one, on elastic if I can find one like that. It will not look so painful anyway.
We only let the little guy down on the floor once. keeping him from speeding down the asile was like holding back a bull from entering the arena at a rodeo. Only I was the rider, holding on for dear life sortof. He is one strong dude with a will of iron. But no crying over that anyway. Nearly tripped a little girl but the disster was avoided. If the little girl had cried, Ben would have had such sympathy that I would have had to leave the chapel. He was in "sympathy" mode most of the meeting. When he could hear another child cry, well, he responded.
All and all it was a very quiet meeting by ????? 15th Ward standards anyway. (Someone might get offended if I put the whole mane in there)
What I really wanted to say is, it was so refreshing to see and hear Allen and Mary talk like adults, about adult topics. It's been a while since there was much of any conversation around this house that was not about, by, or directed at little people. We as Grandparents love to hear about all the changes in the little one's lives, and we love to make and hear them laugh. Talking and singing to these precious spirits is a privledge and absolutely down-right fun. It's just easy to forgo the adult stuff. It's easy to forget that the parents have brains left in thir heads (You do have some brains left, I know. They may be difficult to locate but the exercise is worth it!)
Mary and ALlen both did a great jobs. See all that moving around and those "new member" speaking opportunities have paid off. I only wish we could have stayed for dinner. We had ONE home teaching appointment to get home to. Dad likes to do one a week if he can, too bad we are supposed to visit 5 families. We usually get all of them that will let us in.
Thanks again for sharing the experience, Benjie, and your adult talks with us. I will look for a tie.
Happy sunday all!
We made a few mistakes in that process. Benji doesn't drink well out of his sippy cup when the lid is still on it. Papa was pretty wet but not quite as wet as Benji. Sippy cups do leak through lids when sucked on hard enough. And Nanny has definitely lost her knack at helping little people drink from very small cups. Benjie can, on the other hand, squirt water a considerable distance when he does not want it in his mouth. Allen was also correct inthe comment he made at Benjie's first birthday party, "it's not so much what the book is about as it is what it tastes like." We had one really good tasting book, we knew that when we tried to take it away from him. The best I could do is kinda' mash the cardboard back into its original shape and try and smooth the lamaneted cover back down. Sorry guys! We also managed to deestroy a very cute yellow tie. It was a clip on and seemed to be gouginh Benjie's neck. He didn't really complain, so I should have left it alone. But, it looked so painful. I just couldn't leave it alone. the tie part came off first, then finally the clip. It really was my fault. the darn thing was such a challenge. I spent a good portion of the time trying to put it back together. No Luck, sorry again. i will get him a new one, on elastic if I can find one like that. It will not look so painful anyway.
We only let the little guy down on the floor once. keeping him from speeding down the asile was like holding back a bull from entering the arena at a rodeo. Only I was the rider, holding on for dear life sortof. He is one strong dude with a will of iron. But no crying over that anyway. Nearly tripped a little girl but the disster was avoided. If the little girl had cried, Ben would have had such sympathy that I would have had to leave the chapel. He was in "sympathy" mode most of the meeting. When he could hear another child cry, well, he responded.
All and all it was a very quiet meeting by ????? 15th Ward standards anyway. (Someone might get offended if I put the whole mane in there)
What I really wanted to say is, it was so refreshing to see and hear Allen and Mary talk like adults, about adult topics. It's been a while since there was much of any conversation around this house that was not about, by, or directed at little people. We as Grandparents love to hear about all the changes in the little one's lives, and we love to make and hear them laugh. Talking and singing to these precious spirits is a privledge and absolutely down-right fun. It's just easy to forgo the adult stuff. It's easy to forget that the parents have brains left in thir heads (You do have some brains left, I know. They may be difficult to locate but the exercise is worth it!)
Mary and ALlen both did a great jobs. See all that moving around and those "new member" speaking opportunities have paid off. I only wish we could have stayed for dinner. We had ONE home teaching appointment to get home to. Dad likes to do one a week if he can, too bad we are supposed to visit 5 families. We usually get all of them that will let us in.
Thanks again for sharing the experience, Benjie, and your adult talks with us. I will look for a tie.
Happy sunday all!
Friday, March 6, 2009
Code Words and Meanings
I have been discerning (not too successfully) or trying to uncover the real meanings to words and phrases used by my husband and children
Over 20 years ago, when we still lived in Panguitch, I asked Pat what "A few minutes" actually means. Is it 3-5, 5-15, or maybe 30, or possible an hour. I truly remember standing by the phone and wondering, just how long is it really going to be before he gets home. He had developed the habit of calling-I taught him that trick*-but I just had not picked up the exact correct meaning of the wors "a few" as opposed to "directly" or "shortly.
* The trick. I learned, even before the days of cell phones and the convenience of today, that if I called home and warrned the kids that I would be home in 5 minutes---they would run around and get more done in that little five minutes than in hours on a usual day. Motivation is such a powerful thing!
Now Pat calls from Far West, after getting gas and I know it'll be 40-45 minutes. I am sure he thinks I run around and get everything done just for him. Pat if you are reading this STOP NOW. "You can't handle the truth." I actually lie down on the couch and take advantage of the quiet and rest without guilt so I can be ready for the weekend. I will try to think of what I can make for dinner. but I have found rest comes easier if that decision has already been made.
But last night, while Ella was spending the night with me, I began to develop the dictionary for the next generation.
"I am not hungry" means I know I can talk Granny out of treats after Mom leaves. (It's not true except in Ella's mind)
"I am not tired" means I can get you to play with me more, I know I can and I am not going to even try and go to sleep.
"I am hungry" means I want to cook something with you, not necessarily eat it, just cook it.
"Let's go back to bed" or "Let's take a nap" No matter how attractive the thought may be, .,do not fall for this one. It is not what it appears to be! I was so excited, go back to bed at 7 a.m., having already cooked and eaten pancakes and eggs and juice I thougth, yea!!! This is the reward Grannys get for being so Granny-like. It really means, I want all your attention for myself. I want you to play with me in your big bed. I have no intention of going back to sleep, I am tricking you into more play in a new location.
And for the last one for the day:
"I don't like to pick up toys" in conjunction with it's dramatic big brother, "I really do not like to clean up!"
Coming from a four year old these both mean I am going to avoid this request. . . To which I first responded, "I don't like to pick up toys either, especially when I didn't take them out" Of course, that is when the big dramatic brother entered the picture. Not just stated once or twice but three times,
"I really do not like to clean up!" (neither do I)
"I really do not like to clean up!" (if I did would my house look like this?)
"I really do not like to clean up!" (Well you have a choice. .I did not raise my voice. "You can help me clean up the toys or not come back and spend the night at Granny's for a very long time." She did choose to help clean up, and did do some, but without my help, it was getting to late and I had an appointment at 10 a.m. and I still had to take her home. So the delay part did sort of work.
I wonder what my words mean to Ella--
No means maybe,
Maybe means ask again and again, a yes is right around the corner.
Yes means I can expect to get the same response every time I ask, so why ask.
Rules-"we don't need rules" a direct quote from last night's dinner conversation with Ella!
No dessert means not whjle Mommy is here (but not last night, no dessert means NO dessert.) She was so excited to see her leftover dinner was not on the table for breakfast.
I wonder how Pat interprets my words? Oh my, that would assume he hears them, how silly of me.
Over 20 years ago, when we still lived in Panguitch, I asked Pat what "A few minutes" actually means. Is it 3-5, 5-15, or maybe 30, or possible an hour. I truly remember standing by the phone and wondering, just how long is it really going to be before he gets home. He had developed the habit of calling-I taught him that trick*-but I just had not picked up the exact correct meaning of the wors "a few" as opposed to "directly" or "shortly.
* The trick. I learned, even before the days of cell phones and the convenience of today, that if I called home and warrned the kids that I would be home in 5 minutes---they would run around and get more done in that little five minutes than in hours on a usual day. Motivation is such a powerful thing!
Now Pat calls from Far West, after getting gas and I know it'll be 40-45 minutes. I am sure he thinks I run around and get everything done just for him. Pat if you are reading this STOP NOW. "You can't handle the truth." I actually lie down on the couch and take advantage of the quiet and rest without guilt so I can be ready for the weekend. I will try to think of what I can make for dinner. but I have found rest comes easier if that decision has already been made.
But last night, while Ella was spending the night with me, I began to develop the dictionary for the next generation.
"I am not hungry" means I know I can talk Granny out of treats after Mom leaves. (It's not true except in Ella's mind)
"I am not tired" means I can get you to play with me more, I know I can and I am not going to even try and go to sleep.
"I am hungry" means I want to cook something with you, not necessarily eat it, just cook it.
"Let's go back to bed" or "Let's take a nap" No matter how attractive the thought may be, .,do not fall for this one. It is not what it appears to be! I was so excited, go back to bed at 7 a.m., having already cooked and eaten pancakes and eggs and juice I thougth, yea!!! This is the reward Grannys get for being so Granny-like. It really means, I want all your attention for myself. I want you to play with me in your big bed. I have no intention of going back to sleep, I am tricking you into more play in a new location.
And for the last one for the day:
"I don't like to pick up toys" in conjunction with it's dramatic big brother, "I really do not like to clean up!"
Coming from a four year old these both mean I am going to avoid this request. . . To which I first responded, "I don't like to pick up toys either, especially when I didn't take them out" Of course, that is when the big dramatic brother entered the picture. Not just stated once or twice but three times,
"I really do not like to clean up!" (neither do I)
"I really do not like to clean up!" (if I did would my house look like this?)
"I really do not like to clean up!" (Well you have a choice. .I did not raise my voice. "You can help me clean up the toys or not come back and spend the night at Granny's for a very long time." She did choose to help clean up, and did do some, but without my help, it was getting to late and I had an appointment at 10 a.m. and I still had to take her home. So the delay part did sort of work.
I wonder what my words mean to Ella--
No means maybe,
Maybe means ask again and again, a yes is right around the corner.
Yes means I can expect to get the same response every time I ask, so why ask.
Rules-"we don't need rules" a direct quote from last night's dinner conversation with Ella!
No dessert means not whjle Mommy is here (but not last night, no dessert means NO dessert.) She was so excited to see her leftover dinner was not on the table for breakfast.
I wonder how Pat interprets my words? Oh my, that would assume he hears them, how silly of me.
a kook of a cookie
| I am a Thin Mint. | ||
 Your fearlessness has paid off. You are extremely well liked and popular. You are charismatic and charming without even trying to be. People appreciate your unique take on life. You are willing to take risks, speak your mind, and live life to the fullest. Well at least there is something thin about me. I thought I would be a Peanut Butter Sandwich like Rachael
Truly--am probably all cookies to all people. A kook of a cookie, that is me.  |
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Another Relief Society Birthday Party
Life is good, the party is over and I am home again.
I can't believe how surprised I am that so much goes into these parties.
I hae a great Homemaking Counselor. She and the Enrichment leader have been working on this one for over a month. They tried countless recipes for middle eastern soups and turkish cornbread. Just in case there were some less adventurous among us a good old fashion beef stew was also provided. It was the first gone. For dessert we had brides fingers, a real traditional treat. All and all the food was great.
We had a program based on the book based on the parable of the Ten Virgins. After which I gave a little talk tying together the Relief Society Birthday, our current circumstances and applying the parable to the sisters in the ward. We really involved a good number of sisters and had a turnout of over 69 sisters. The two counselors in the Bishopric were there but the Bishop was not. Oh well, I have to trust people make the best decisions they can.
Again I am reminded, there are things I could not do alone. This was deffinitly one of them. I am so very grateful for faithful sisters that follow through, no matter how big or small the part It is a beautiful thin and one of God's tender mercies.
I can't believe how surprised I am that so much goes into these parties.
I hae a great Homemaking Counselor. She and the Enrichment leader have been working on this one for over a month. They tried countless recipes for middle eastern soups and turkish cornbread. Just in case there were some less adventurous among us a good old fashion beef stew was also provided. It was the first gone. For dessert we had brides fingers, a real traditional treat. All and all the food was great.
We had a program based on the book based on the parable of the Ten Virgins. After which I gave a little talk tying together the Relief Society Birthday, our current circumstances and applying the parable to the sisters in the ward. We really involved a good number of sisters and had a turnout of over 69 sisters. The two counselors in the Bishopric were there but the Bishop was not. Oh well, I have to trust people make the best decisions they can.
Again I am reminded, there are things I could not do alone. This was deffinitly one of them. I am so very grateful for faithful sisters that follow through, no matter how big or small the part It is a beautiful thin and one of God's tender mercies.
Monday, March 2, 2009
Understanding me may be impossible
While it's true, understanding me may be impossible, a little extra information may just help. I'll give it a try and maybe you, my precious family and friends, will . . .we'll srr.
Today we went, as a family more or less. to tour the Draper Temple. I've done this kind fo thing before and franlkey, standing in line for hours just holds no appeal for me. I knew I could go at another time, do a session and seem most everything. Why should I drive two hours (to Draper), stand in line and be cold and frustrated only to drive hours back home?
If I only had myself to consider, I would have stayed home. the Ward Relief Society Birthday Party is on Wednesday and there is so much to do. There are still the triplets, now gestationally almost a month old, adn the family that still need help. and, of course, dwindling volunteers. So, I am helping there too. As a presidency we just cannot make up the whole difference and do as much as been requested. I also promised Ella she could spend the night on Thursday night--it's actually easier without Papa around (imagine that). So, I have plenty to do right here at home. Oh yea, I am taking dinner to a family on Thursday . . .I don't even want to look at the "brain in a bag" or BNB. I am afraid of what I might find. all that on top of the headaches that just will not go away, eyes that are always blurry, and changing pi;;s, to say nothing of Granny. It's no wonder I wasn't excited about the trip.
But, I have two precious sons-in-law and two daughters who have not had the opportunity to go to the temple. This would be one of the few times they could go to the temple and perhaps taste the sweetness of the eternal promises made there. that alone made the trip a real rare and important opportunity. In addition, yesterday was Allen's birthday and Lance's is in two weeks so it was decided that this would be a great time to celebrate--I agreed, and I went. But instead of going to the Temple I volunteered to stay behind and babysit so the ones that really needed to go could manage the whole thing. Remember all that standing in line and . . .It's just miserable when you have sick or tired kids with you. Perhaps it was the experience we had waiting for over four hours in line to see the Logan Temple before the rededication some 30 years ago, at just this time of year in the snow, with three tiny kids, Mary was only a few weeks old, that was bouncing around in the back of my brain that made me so willing to do the babysitting. What ever it was, I knew I was providing a service to my family. I was also able to cook the asperagus, put the salad together, cook the lasagna (Mary had made it, I just cooked it so it would be hot and ready), set up the serving line . . . and, of course change diapers, make bottles, feed the little ones, and hold Tessa almost the whole time, so everything would be ready when the masses finally got home.
I was so blessed that including travel time they were gone 3 hours or so! But that is when things really went down hill. It seems Mary and Allen stopped at Costco to get a birthday cake. She called him when she came out the door so Allen and Benji could pick her up. It was then that her brand new, long awaited, only two day old cell phone slid out of her purse.
Sarah called the phone only to have the service desk at Costco answer the phone and inform her that the phone had been run over by a car and then turned in. Sarah called and told me. I guess I over reacted. the others that had already made it home were sure they had been in a car accident . . . they were releived, it was just a phone. they were right, it was just a phone. It was what would happen to Mary as the result that really was at the heart of my panic.
You see, I have been in very similar situations many times in my married life. And it was NOT fun. You see. allen was really upset by it. He let it ruin his whole party. It didn't matter how many people. especially Mary, had gone out of their way to make this day special for him. No, a pure accident was going to ruin it. AND it would all be Mary's fault. His first worry was, of course, how they didn't have the money to replace the phone. So much like my husband, the money was the issue and it was always my fault money was tight. I was the stupid one that spent too much money and in essence jsut cost him too much money. And I knew it! I was clumbsy, getting hurt form time to time (and that means co-pays) Then there were the illnesses and surgeries and cavities,root canals, and way too many prescriptions. . . .all ofwhich cost him money. And I always felt like a burden, he would have been so much the better without. With his limited ability to express ;ove in terms I appreciate, it's no wonder I've been depressed.
And Mary has struggled with the same kind of things. As we left, Mary was not home yet. I could just see her in the Costco parking lot just sitting in the car crying. knowing when she got homw there would be a mess of dishes to clean up, a frustrated husband (who in spite of my proding, would not even consider calling and trying to see if the company would do anything for them....they put it on the debit card. If it had been on the credit card they would have had some benefits. . .) and after waiting all these years for a new phone. one that had been run over.
Perhaps I was just projecting my pain on to her situation. Oh how I pray that was the situation. But I am afraid, I do not want her to go through years of feeling stupid, clumbsy, and at best a burden.
I spent 10 ears earning a Ph.D. to prove Iwas NOT stupid! That was one thing I could do. I couldn't do anything about my genetically inherited physical problems, maybe I could have taken some kind of grace classes-or avoided more physical activity--and the associated accidents--but walking and gardening, come on! But then that would have just made the weight problems even worse. I don't know what I really could have done. It just really hurts to see my wonderful daughter repeating so many of my trials. they just are not fun.
I love you Mary. I am sorry about the phone. You worked so hard on that whole party thing. the Lasagne was so good! Your house looked GREAT!!! Every inch was perfect, I appreciate how hard that is with a little guy and work and moving. I could never have done it any better. Even your bed was made. I had to close the door to keep the kiddos out. I am so proud of you. I think you are marvelous! You are worth everything, it was just a phone. If I had the money . . . I will love you forever (sorry, that is all I've got) Mom
Today we went, as a family more or less. to tour the Draper Temple. I've done this kind fo thing before and franlkey, standing in line for hours just holds no appeal for me. I knew I could go at another time, do a session and seem most everything. Why should I drive two hours (to Draper), stand in line and be cold and frustrated only to drive hours back home?
If I only had myself to consider, I would have stayed home. the Ward Relief Society Birthday Party is on Wednesday and there is so much to do. There are still the triplets, now gestationally almost a month old, adn the family that still need help. and, of course, dwindling volunteers. So, I am helping there too. As a presidency we just cannot make up the whole difference and do as much as been requested. I also promised Ella she could spend the night on Thursday night--it's actually easier without Papa around (imagine that). So, I have plenty to do right here at home. Oh yea, I am taking dinner to a family on Thursday . . .I don't even want to look at the "brain in a bag" or BNB. I am afraid of what I might find. all that on top of the headaches that just will not go away, eyes that are always blurry, and changing pi;;s, to say nothing of Granny. It's no wonder I wasn't excited about the trip.
But, I have two precious sons-in-law and two daughters who have not had the opportunity to go to the temple. This would be one of the few times they could go to the temple and perhaps taste the sweetness of the eternal promises made there. that alone made the trip a real rare and important opportunity. In addition, yesterday was Allen's birthday and Lance's is in two weeks so it was decided that this would be a great time to celebrate--I agreed, and I went. But instead of going to the Temple I volunteered to stay behind and babysit so the ones that really needed to go could manage the whole thing. Remember all that standing in line and . . .It's just miserable when you have sick or tired kids with you. Perhaps it was the experience we had waiting for over four hours in line to see the Logan Temple before the rededication some 30 years ago, at just this time of year in the snow, with three tiny kids, Mary was only a few weeks old, that was bouncing around in the back of my brain that made me so willing to do the babysitting. What ever it was, I knew I was providing a service to my family. I was also able to cook the asperagus, put the salad together, cook the lasagna (Mary had made it, I just cooked it so it would be hot and ready), set up the serving line . . . and, of course change diapers, make bottles, feed the little ones, and hold Tessa almost the whole time, so everything would be ready when the masses finally got home.
I was so blessed that including travel time they were gone 3 hours or so! But that is when things really went down hill. It seems Mary and Allen stopped at Costco to get a birthday cake. She called him when she came out the door so Allen and Benji could pick her up. It was then that her brand new, long awaited, only two day old cell phone slid out of her purse.
Sarah called the phone only to have the service desk at Costco answer the phone and inform her that the phone had been run over by a car and then turned in. Sarah called and told me. I guess I over reacted. the others that had already made it home were sure they had been in a car accident . . . they were releived, it was just a phone. they were right, it was just a phone. It was what would happen to Mary as the result that really was at the heart of my panic.
You see, I have been in very similar situations many times in my married life. And it was NOT fun. You see. allen was really upset by it. He let it ruin his whole party. It didn't matter how many people. especially Mary, had gone out of their way to make this day special for him. No, a pure accident was going to ruin it. AND it would all be Mary's fault. His first worry was, of course, how they didn't have the money to replace the phone. So much like my husband, the money was the issue and it was always my fault money was tight. I was the stupid one that spent too much money and in essence jsut cost him too much money. And I knew it! I was clumbsy, getting hurt form time to time (and that means co-pays) Then there were the illnesses and surgeries and cavities,root canals, and way too many prescriptions. . . .all ofwhich cost him money. And I always felt like a burden, he would have been so much the better without. With his limited ability to express ;ove in terms I appreciate, it's no wonder I've been depressed.
And Mary has struggled with the same kind of things. As we left, Mary was not home yet. I could just see her in the Costco parking lot just sitting in the car crying. knowing when she got homw there would be a mess of dishes to clean up, a frustrated husband (who in spite of my proding, would not even consider calling and trying to see if the company would do anything for them....they put it on the debit card. If it had been on the credit card they would have had some benefits. . .) and after waiting all these years for a new phone. one that had been run over.
Perhaps I was just projecting my pain on to her situation. Oh how I pray that was the situation. But I am afraid, I do not want her to go through years of feeling stupid, clumbsy, and at best a burden.
I spent 10 ears earning a Ph.D. to prove Iwas NOT stupid! That was one thing I could do. I couldn't do anything about my genetically inherited physical problems, maybe I could have taken some kind of grace classes-or avoided more physical activity--and the associated accidents--but walking and gardening, come on! But then that would have just made the weight problems even worse. I don't know what I really could have done. It just really hurts to see my wonderful daughter repeating so many of my trials. they just are not fun.
I love you Mary. I am sorry about the phone. You worked so hard on that whole party thing. the Lasagne was so good! Your house looked GREAT!!! Every inch was perfect, I appreciate how hard that is with a little guy and work and moving. I could never have done it any better. Even your bed was made. I had to close the door to keep the kiddos out. I am so proud of you. I think you are marvelous! You are worth everything, it was just a phone. If I had the money . . . I will love you forever (sorry, that is all I've got) Mom
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