Surgery was Sunday night. I sat at the hospital with Mom, and at 9:20 I went home. At 10:00 they came in to tell her that all was well. No stroke, and they think he will make a full recovery. Awesome. He stays in the hospital for a week, and then goes to the rehab center for 90 days. The dr says any recovery he makes will be in the first ninety days. Medicare will only pay for 99 days. A coincidence?? LOL
We are looking to move again. We are just too far from the freeway. Bill has had houses in Indio, Victorville, and San Diego. What happened to any houses around us?? Anyway, any commute starts with the 20 minutes to get to the freeway. I hate to leave the free busing to school, but in this economy, I am sure the 'free' days are numbered. All the districts around us are in the news for cutting their busing programs. I am sure we will soon follow suit. May as well move closer to schools. Plus, maybe the boys can go back to Seminary. Seminary starts at 6:20, at the building, 20minutes away. The school bus shows at my house at 6:40. If I could find a ride from Seminary to the high school, it would work. But, no one goes to the same school. Even the bishop doesn't have an answer for me. They used to have an earlier seminary that got us home at 6:35. But since it was only my boys and the bishop's daughter they shut it down. Now she has to leave Seminary each day after 15-20 minutes to get to school on time. I am sad that more effort isn't made for these kids.
My yard is overgrown. I am debating tackling it myself, or hiring someone. LOL. Yes it is that bad.
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
Saturday, March 24, 2012
2 Timothy 4:7
Been so long since I have been here. But, things are all stirred up right now, and I would love a little reprieve, and a place to vent...uh, record some stuffs.
My beloved Grandmother passed beyond the veil on the 15th of March. What a contradiction this has been. She has been lonely and sad since Grandpa died, and I have tried to fill in the gaps as I could. But, I am not him, and my efforts were appreciated, but not enough. After a life filled with love, happiness, and tons of fun, she was gradually declining in recent years. The last couple of months she was like a child and had to be watched constantly. It was sad to see her so confused. I told everyone that I didn't care who she forgot, as long as she didn't forget me. :D. Tuesday, the 13th, she sat down to breakfast. Eggs. Not her favorite, but Mom didn't have any yogurt for her graham cracker and yogurt favorite. She asked for ketchup (I am sure to douse the flavor of the eggs) and took a bite. She sneezed, and slumped forward. Mom came running, trying to rouse her, and yelled for Dad to call 911. She sort of just rolled to the floor, and mom put a pillow under her head.
She had a massive stroke, and her last words were asking for ketchup. She was in the hospital for 40 hours, totally unresponsive. The doctor said she was basically brain dead, and the bishop said she was in training for her next assignment. I liked his answer better. She had a DNR on file, so she quietly laid there. She wanted her hand held. If we let go of it, it would flutter around in the air in total distress. I happily sat at her side, and held her hand. I whispered in her ear how much I loved her. I reminded her that Grandpa and Arik were waiting not to mention her parents, 13 siblings, and many friends. I sang her her favorite hymns. I had to be careful what I chose because every time I sang, people would cry. The first day, the dr gave me ice chips to give her. This was before we realized she had no swallow left. I told her I would rather give her a fudgecicle. Her eyes flew open. Dr says it was an involutary response, but I say it was in response to the idea of a chocolate treat. She loved her chocolate.
Thursday morning, at 2:30, she was gasping. The RN asked mom if she wanted to give Grandma a shot to relax her a little. Mom said yes, and as he pushed the plunger, Grandma sighed, and died. I came over immediately. All the local daughters and granddaughters were called, and I was given the honor of the family prayer. I don't remember what I said, only that I felt such a peace and I knew how much Grandma loved me.
The funeral was beautiful. I wanted to participate, but it was Mom's decision, and she felt I had done enough, and could sit this one out. I agreed, but would have been happy either way. My mom, my aunt, two RS ladies and I dressed Grandma on Monday. She looked so beautiful, and at peace. On Tuesday, the day of the service, Mom slipped Grandpa's necklace in the casket. Grandma wasnever without it, and we wanted her to have it. I also slipped a hershey bar in among the folds of her temple dress. Who knows if they have chocolate in Heaven?? I wanted her prepared.
While in the hospital, Dad was complaining his legs hurt. He was certain it was the lipitor. He could hardly walk. At the funeral he was in the wheelchair. After being examined, it was determined that he had two bulging discs in his back. He must have surgery immediately. ON Tuesday. Mom said, I can't, I am burying my mother on Tuesday. So Dad was admitted wednesday, with the surgery planned for Thursday. But, they had to wean him off the blood thinners. The chance of a stroke during surgery is high, and the doctor is afraid Dad will be paralyzed. Thursday the surgery was delayed due to the blood still too thin. Friday, yesterday, they had a hard time regulating his heartbeat, so a pacemaker was implanted today. Tomorrow is surgery. Mom is skipping church, which she NEVER does. I am in the nursery, so I have to be there. But, after church I plan on heading back to the hospital.
Dad is in good spirits. Which is unusual for the crankiest guy I know. :D But, the nurses are taking excellent care of him. Keep him in your prayers. :D
My beloved Grandmother passed beyond the veil on the 15th of March. What a contradiction this has been. She has been lonely and sad since Grandpa died, and I have tried to fill in the gaps as I could. But, I am not him, and my efforts were appreciated, but not enough. After a life filled with love, happiness, and tons of fun, she was gradually declining in recent years. The last couple of months she was like a child and had to be watched constantly. It was sad to see her so confused. I told everyone that I didn't care who she forgot, as long as she didn't forget me. :D. Tuesday, the 13th, she sat down to breakfast. Eggs. Not her favorite, but Mom didn't have any yogurt for her graham cracker and yogurt favorite. She asked for ketchup (I am sure to douse the flavor of the eggs) and took a bite. She sneezed, and slumped forward. Mom came running, trying to rouse her, and yelled for Dad to call 911. She sort of just rolled to the floor, and mom put a pillow under her head.
She had a massive stroke, and her last words were asking for ketchup. She was in the hospital for 40 hours, totally unresponsive. The doctor said she was basically brain dead, and the bishop said she was in training for her next assignment. I liked his answer better. She had a DNR on file, so she quietly laid there. She wanted her hand held. If we let go of it, it would flutter around in the air in total distress. I happily sat at her side, and held her hand. I whispered in her ear how much I loved her. I reminded her that Grandpa and Arik were waiting not to mention her parents, 13 siblings, and many friends. I sang her her favorite hymns. I had to be careful what I chose because every time I sang, people would cry. The first day, the dr gave me ice chips to give her. This was before we realized she had no swallow left. I told her I would rather give her a fudgecicle. Her eyes flew open. Dr says it was an involutary response, but I say it was in response to the idea of a chocolate treat. She loved her chocolate.
Thursday morning, at 2:30, she was gasping. The RN asked mom if she wanted to give Grandma a shot to relax her a little. Mom said yes, and as he pushed the plunger, Grandma sighed, and died. I came over immediately. All the local daughters and granddaughters were called, and I was given the honor of the family prayer. I don't remember what I said, only that I felt such a peace and I knew how much Grandma loved me.
The funeral was beautiful. I wanted to participate, but it was Mom's decision, and she felt I had done enough, and could sit this one out. I agreed, but would have been happy either way. My mom, my aunt, two RS ladies and I dressed Grandma on Monday. She looked so beautiful, and at peace. On Tuesday, the day of the service, Mom slipped Grandpa's necklace in the casket. Grandma wasnever without it, and we wanted her to have it. I also slipped a hershey bar in among the folds of her temple dress. Who knows if they have chocolate in Heaven?? I wanted her prepared.
While in the hospital, Dad was complaining his legs hurt. He was certain it was the lipitor. He could hardly walk. At the funeral he was in the wheelchair. After being examined, it was determined that he had two bulging discs in his back. He must have surgery immediately. ON Tuesday. Mom said, I can't, I am burying my mother on Tuesday. So Dad was admitted wednesday, with the surgery planned for Thursday. But, they had to wean him off the blood thinners. The chance of a stroke during surgery is high, and the doctor is afraid Dad will be paralyzed. Thursday the surgery was delayed due to the blood still too thin. Friday, yesterday, they had a hard time regulating his heartbeat, so a pacemaker was implanted today. Tomorrow is surgery. Mom is skipping church, which she NEVER does. I am in the nursery, so I have to be there. But, after church I plan on heading back to the hospital.
Dad is in good spirits. Which is unusual for the crankiest guy I know. :D But, the nurses are taking excellent care of him. Keep him in your prayers. :D
Saturday, June 4, 2011
PMS??
After two and a half years, I ran across a disc of Arik's funeral. I had a really hard time with his passing. He died three weeks after Christmas, and I was still mad at him for how rude he was on Christmas Day. I never had the chance to fix it before he died. I never got the chance to remind him how much I loved him, and even when he was rude, I still loved him. I never got the chance.
So when I found the disc, I saw it as a chance to maybe put a salve on my sore heart. I still miss the little punk. We celebrated Kailey's graduation...and I noticed him not there. We should have been celebrating his graduation, too. He and Kailey did everything like that together. Anyway, I put the disc in, and settled back to watch it.
Now I wish I hadn't. I was so upset. My aunt filmed it, and my uncle put it to music. Stills in the RS room with the casket and the different family members. At the gravesite with friends and family members. Back to the church for lunch with friends and family. None of my family, or my kids. One distance shot of me and Tyler. That was it. Tons of shots of her kids and grandkids. One of Kailey. More of her grandkids. Tons of shots of Debbie and Patty. Yes, it had been years since we had seen them. But, whose choice was that?? The only time they called was for money, and never to ask how Arik was. Oh, but after the funeral they sure spewed some nasty stuff at Mom and Dad. Very few pics of my parents. Again, more pics of their grandkids.
I just threw the stupid thing away. Who's funeral was it anyway??
I think I need to buy a decent camera and make sure we get the pictures we want.
So when I found the disc, I saw it as a chance to maybe put a salve on my sore heart. I still miss the little punk. We celebrated Kailey's graduation...and I noticed him not there. We should have been celebrating his graduation, too. He and Kailey did everything like that together. Anyway, I put the disc in, and settled back to watch it.
Now I wish I hadn't. I was so upset. My aunt filmed it, and my uncle put it to music. Stills in the RS room with the casket and the different family members. At the gravesite with friends and family members. Back to the church for lunch with friends and family. None of my family, or my kids. One distance shot of me and Tyler. That was it. Tons of shots of her kids and grandkids. One of Kailey. More of her grandkids. Tons of shots of Debbie and Patty. Yes, it had been years since we had seen them. But, whose choice was that?? The only time they called was for money, and never to ask how Arik was. Oh, but after the funeral they sure spewed some nasty stuff at Mom and Dad. Very few pics of my parents. Again, more pics of their grandkids.
I just threw the stupid thing away. Who's funeral was it anyway??
I think I need to buy a decent camera and make sure we get the pictures we want.
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Seriously neglected
Again.... this blog, of course. Ugh. But, when my life is this boring...I relish it. I have been more content, and things have been going well, that I just didn't get here. Bill's job as a repo painter is still going well. After four months of six days, sometimes seven a week, he is off this week. Nothing else has come thru this week, but I am taking it as a welcome break. The company now has a contract with Home Depot on these houses. HD will only hire companies with legal workers. Bill and one other guy in Southern California are the only two who qualify. No wonder these other guys make enough to survive on!! Bill's immediate boss encouraged Bill to hire illegals too, but we know too many people who need work to do that. Now we are glad. Bill's boss is in a panic because these houses are about to explode, and he is worried that the two guys are not going to be enough. So, with this looming, we enjoy the downtime. I need to write a note to a dear friend and ask her forgiveness. I cut her out of my life over something someone else told me she had done. It was a big thing, that I don't want to get into,but I realized this week that I was wrong. I should never have taken the third person's word without going to friend and finding out if it was true. I acted like a middle schooler. I hope she will forgive me. A few more days, and the girls go back to school. They got a two week break, and it was a week too long. They have been wrestling, bickering, shouting, running, screaming, hurling, fighting, crying, and bullying. Ugh. Bill has been off too, and has wondered where his two princesses have gone. Me too. Then I have three days with all of them in school, and then the boys go to Youth Conference, then have Spring Break. Unfortunately, they already had SB for Seminary, so we get up for that, then they can come home and go back to sleep. Fun. Seminary is really difficult right now. Hunter gets up, takes a 45 minute shower, and throws us late every day. We didn't even go today because by the time he was ready, it was 10 to six. Seminary had been going since 5:30, and it is a 15 minute drive there. I miss living around the corner from the building. I didn't see the point to arrive at 5 after six, and leave by 6:20. We get home every day by 6:35, and the bus comes at 6:38. I have yelled at him, taken his phone away, put him on restriction, and he just doesn't care. He still takes 45 minute showers. He has no respect for anyone right now. I have no idea how to deal with this. But we have to figure it out. Off to shower and get ready to go to lunch with a friend from Lake Elsinore. It is probably a pity lunch as I was telling her how I am so lonely since moving. I am Linda's daughter at church, and the only ones who look at me and talk to me are her friends. Which is great, but I want friends my own age, or close to, also.
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
We are here.
The move is about done. One more load or so to bring my extra fridge, and my washer/dryer. Yeah, four days here, and no washer. LOL. Even when it comes, I need to run a gas line for my dryer. Anyway, the house is most of the way put together. The cable/internet came yesterday, and wow, I forgot how fast internet should go. Using the little laptop stick was no fun.
I wanted to take pictures..but the camera is dead, and the charge cable is in a random box somewhere. It'll turn up eventually. Bringing the dog and the cat over was quite the experience. Delilah liked the ride, just didnt understand that she needed to stay in the back, and not on my lap while I was trying to drive. She usually hunts me out when she is upset or scared, so she didnt really understand why I wasn't letting her sit on me this time when she needed me. LOL. She is okay now, especially since our bed is not together yet, and she sneaks in and cuddles up in the middle between Bill and I. Once the room is done, she is locked out again. :D Jack was put in a box, and taped up. He is old, and does not like the car. We tried once to take him free, and he darted around the car and scratched everyone good. So, for his safety, and ours, we boxed him up and I told the kids I would bring Jack in the Box home. LOL. Mean, I know. A few of the kids figured out I was just bringing the cat, but a couple had jumbo jacks on the brain and were upset just to see it was Jacky. It was funny. Anyway, as we turned on our street, Jack escaped the box and Cory had an awful time holding onto him to get him into the house.
Today I need to go and enroll kids in school. We need to get back on a schedule, soon.
The boxes are calling....
I wanted to take pictures..but the camera is dead, and the charge cable is in a random box somewhere. It'll turn up eventually. Bringing the dog and the cat over was quite the experience. Delilah liked the ride, just didnt understand that she needed to stay in the back, and not on my lap while I was trying to drive. She usually hunts me out when she is upset or scared, so she didnt really understand why I wasn't letting her sit on me this time when she needed me. LOL. She is okay now, especially since our bed is not together yet, and she sneaks in and cuddles up in the middle between Bill and I. Once the room is done, she is locked out again. :D Jack was put in a box, and taped up. He is old, and does not like the car. We tried once to take him free, and he darted around the car and scratched everyone good. So, for his safety, and ours, we boxed him up and I told the kids I would bring Jack in the Box home. LOL. Mean, I know. A few of the kids figured out I was just bringing the cat, but a couple had jumbo jacks on the brain and were upset just to see it was Jacky. It was funny. Anyway, as we turned on our street, Jack escaped the box and Cory had an awful time holding onto him to get him into the house.
Today I need to go and enroll kids in school. We need to get back on a schedule, soon.
The boxes are calling....
Saturday, January 22, 2011
Farewell, little Bug
Enos has passed on. I came downstairs the other morning, and I didn't realize that I always stick my face up to the cage and check on her. First thing I noticed was another egg sac! According to everything I read on praying mantes, they only have one egg sac, and then die shortly thereafter. So, since she laid an egg sac last month, I have been on a sort of death watch. I had no idea what the normal time frame between sac and death is. So the second sac was a shock. Then I noticed that Enos was not hanging from the top of the cage like she likes to do. A quick look found her on the bottom of the cage in a classic face plant pose. Her huge butt was up in the air, and her face buried under the grass we used to simulate her natural environment. (Now I am channeling Mitch Hedburg. LOL)
I was sad. I knew her time was coming, but still. Now there is no one to tell when I get a super high score on Bejewelled, or someone updates their status with the comedy in their life. I guess I will go back to talking to the dog. :D
I was sad. I knew her time was coming, but still. Now there is no one to tell when I get a super high score on Bejewelled, or someone updates their status with the comedy in their life. I guess I will go back to talking to the dog. :D
This and that.
I am supposed to be doing laundry. Or the kitchen. My bedroom could use some TLC. Not to mention I should be packing up the house. Instead, I am here. :D I do have a couple loads going, and the dishwasher is almost full. I have been somewhat productive for a Saturday I guess. We won't mention the Christmas stuff still around.
We got a house. It is so depressing to move from 2000 sq ft to 1400. The house is out in Nuevo. The pros?? About a 600 a month savings between rent and utilities. A closer commute for Bill when he works out in the high desert. Right down the street from Brittany and Tyler. The house has three bedrooms, and two extra rooms. So, we still have an office, and a room in the garage for Cory. The cons?? I am not too thrilled with Perris high school. Monica went there, and did fine. Arik went there, and fell in with a bad crowd, and we know how that ended up. We have had talks with the boys on how we have choices, and there are bad kids at every school. In fact, the high school that my three older kids went to is one of the worst rated in the state.
Oh, and we will be in the same ward with my parents and Oma. Since my niece, Emily, now lives with Oma, she is in the ward too. This is a plus that took me a while to come to. In the church, when you move into a ward with family, or friends, that is your definition for a long time. I will be Linda's daughter as long as we live there. I know this from experience. :D When I was a kid, we moved into my aunt's ward, and I was stigmatized as Rod's cousin til we moved. But, we can overcome this. My mom has been in this ward for 22 years. I know quite a few people. We have had most of our family funerals there. I think we will be okay. It will be nice to always have someone to sit with, and someone to go to activities with. And, Emily will be in YW with Cameryn. That is a big plus, since Cameryn is so new.
Three more weeks in this house. I am fighting tears, as I loved this house. But, on the other hand...we have ended up on the neighbors list, and my boys are afraid to go outside. So, three weeks til that drama is over. The neighbor's 15 yr old son walked off with Hunter's minibike while we weren't home a couple weeks ago. Next door neighbor, Bob, saw him do it. Hunter went over and asked the kid, Robert, if he had seen his bike. Robert denied it and told Hunter to look thru his garage. Hunter was embarrassed and didn't want to cause a scene. So, he came home. A week or so later (last Saturday) Robert was out front, fixing the bike. What cachones! Hunter went over again and Robert said he bought the bike off a guy he didn't know. Some guy off the street apparently. So, we called the cops. The policewoman came out, and got the bike back for us. Robert then said Chandler had given him the bike, and he had put 30.00 into fixing it. She said he was not allowed to ask Hunter for the money or the chain back. He knowingly fixed a stolen bike, and it was his loss. Since we had the bike we declined to press charges.
But the dad, Sean, and Robert are both very angry. Not much has happened except comments and names being tossed to us. The boys are ignoring all of it. Sean is the neighborhood bully. He drives like a madman thru here. I worry about the kids safety. Bill has pretty much decided to go ahead and press charges as soon as we move. I don't really see the point by then. I just want to keep things calm for the kids. But, I will be glad to put this behind us. I am tired of neighbors. LOL. Two houses ago it was Sam the animal killer. He killed my cat. He used bust out our Christmas lights on the one side of the house. He was 15 at this time. Evil. Last I heard he was married and had a kid. Shudder. The last house was the old ladies next door. What a couple of whackos. I kept them happy for as long as I could, and then had to back up for my own safety. Then this house, with the girl up the street, who after I spent a month watching her kids while she recovered from emergency surgery, started attacking Tyler. I backed up really quickly then, and we ignore her and her kids for our safety. Now Sean and Robert. Please, let the next house have sane people. Please.
We got a house. It is so depressing to move from 2000 sq ft to 1400. The house is out in Nuevo. The pros?? About a 600 a month savings between rent and utilities. A closer commute for Bill when he works out in the high desert. Right down the street from Brittany and Tyler. The house has three bedrooms, and two extra rooms. So, we still have an office, and a room in the garage for Cory. The cons?? I am not too thrilled with Perris high school. Monica went there, and did fine. Arik went there, and fell in with a bad crowd, and we know how that ended up. We have had talks with the boys on how we have choices, and there are bad kids at every school. In fact, the high school that my three older kids went to is one of the worst rated in the state.
Oh, and we will be in the same ward with my parents and Oma. Since my niece, Emily, now lives with Oma, she is in the ward too. This is a plus that took me a while to come to. In the church, when you move into a ward with family, or friends, that is your definition for a long time. I will be Linda's daughter as long as we live there. I know this from experience. :D When I was a kid, we moved into my aunt's ward, and I was stigmatized as Rod's cousin til we moved. But, we can overcome this. My mom has been in this ward for 22 years. I know quite a few people. We have had most of our family funerals there. I think we will be okay. It will be nice to always have someone to sit with, and someone to go to activities with. And, Emily will be in YW with Cameryn. That is a big plus, since Cameryn is so new.
Three more weeks in this house. I am fighting tears, as I loved this house. But, on the other hand...we have ended up on the neighbors list, and my boys are afraid to go outside. So, three weeks til that drama is over. The neighbor's 15 yr old son walked off with Hunter's minibike while we weren't home a couple weeks ago. Next door neighbor, Bob, saw him do it. Hunter went over and asked the kid, Robert, if he had seen his bike. Robert denied it and told Hunter to look thru his garage. Hunter was embarrassed and didn't want to cause a scene. So, he came home. A week or so later (last Saturday) Robert was out front, fixing the bike. What cachones! Hunter went over again and Robert said he bought the bike off a guy he didn't know. Some guy off the street apparently. So, we called the cops. The policewoman came out, and got the bike back for us. Robert then said Chandler had given him the bike, and he had put 30.00 into fixing it. She said he was not allowed to ask Hunter for the money or the chain back. He knowingly fixed a stolen bike, and it was his loss. Since we had the bike we declined to press charges.
But the dad, Sean, and Robert are both very angry. Not much has happened except comments and names being tossed to us. The boys are ignoring all of it. Sean is the neighborhood bully. He drives like a madman thru here. I worry about the kids safety. Bill has pretty much decided to go ahead and press charges as soon as we move. I don't really see the point by then. I just want to keep things calm for the kids. But, I will be glad to put this behind us. I am tired of neighbors. LOL. Two houses ago it was Sam the animal killer. He killed my cat. He used bust out our Christmas lights on the one side of the house. He was 15 at this time. Evil. Last I heard he was married and had a kid. Shudder. The last house was the old ladies next door. What a couple of whackos. I kept them happy for as long as I could, and then had to back up for my own safety. Then this house, with the girl up the street, who after I spent a month watching her kids while she recovered from emergency surgery, started attacking Tyler. I backed up really quickly then, and we ignore her and her kids for our safety. Now Sean and Robert. Please, let the next house have sane people. Please.
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