Wednesday, March 25, 2020

Not just a Mother-in-Law....but the Best Mother-in-Law


Oh man.....today has been a tough day. It has actually been a tough couple of weeks. The year 2020 started out with such promise....a couple of weddings......and then BAM things started to come apart. The Corona virus is not even the worst thing that has happened. Today Kendall's mom Shirley passed away. She suffered an injury a few weeks ago and she went downhill fast. I am so happy for her...she has been suffering with the affects of dementia for many years. It has been really hard on her and her family. I am so glad that she no longer has to suffer with it anymore....but man are we all going to miss her like crazy.

I met Shirley 29 years ago. She instantly loved me simply because I loved her son. We had a lot in common. I think that Shirley loved babies as much as I do.....I know that seems impossible because I love me some babies....but she felt the same way. We actually both had/have daycares in our homes. Kendall is so lucky because he has been around babies his whole life! Not only did she run a daycare, but she was also a foster mom and loved babies all day and night...those babies never went home and she always had the day shift, night shift and weekends care for them. I guess her love of babies might trump mine, but I suppose I come in a close second. We could talk about babies forever and she loved to look at the pictures of the Little's I watch and wanted to know all about them.

Shirley also loved to cook. Now she was a serious cook because she wore a apron. She was super classy like that. Like June Cleaver. She could make a mean Shepard's Pie, Chicken Salad sandwich's that my kids mouths salivate when they think about it. Corn Chowder that Kendall could eat the whole pot. She was a master at Jell-O Salads and had a arsenal that she could whip up . She was a master baker and made a delicious Butterfinger pie and an amazing better than you know what cake....but her claim to fame was her Apple pie.  Did you know that she was a local celebrity? Before I met Kendall she was featured on the local PBS station and showed the eastern part of Idaho how to make apple pie.  She made the crust and said that you just know its right by the feel. Is your Mother-in-Law famous??? Well mine was! She also gave me my sugar cookie recipe....we all know how amazing those babies are! She did have a few culinary flaws.....her corn beef and cabbage....EWW the corn beef was ok...but Kendall says that cabbage was slimy and gross. Now me and Kendall differ on this last one but her spam sandwich...boo...I don't ever need another of those but Kendall says they were awesome! Shirley loved salt. She would salt everything. Everything always needed more salt. My kids got a kick out of her salting her potato chips!

Shirley also loved to pose for pictures. I have seen a lot of pictures of her she would stand up straight, hands to her side and bring one foot out slightly in front of her. I am pretty sure she was Grandpa's favorite subject to shoot pictures of. I have seen pictures of her modeling outfits. Pictures of her show off a culinary confection. Pictures of Shirley and her flowers. Pictures of her and her babies and grandkids.

Shirley also cared about her appearance. She actually had the same hairstyle for the entire time I knew her. She had a appointment every week at the hairdresser and she would get her hair done up for the week. I was under the impression that she never colored her hair and was one of the lucky few who's hair never when gray or white.....I found out different in the last few weeks of her life...she had me fooled. Shirley was a lover of blue eye shadow. I left that color behind in the nineties, but it was her go to color and it looked great on her. She also never was without lipstick. She was lover of Avon and she also loved the Clinique and Este Lauder deals in department store.

Shirley loved to read. She actually introduced me to the LDS romance novels. She had a library full of them. I read a bunch of them during the last few weeks of my pregnancy with Dyllon. She also loved to read the Idaho State Journal. She read it every day. They are one if the few people I know on this earth that still have the paper delivered to their home daily.

She loved to watch baseball on TV. When I first met her she rooted for the Atlanta Braves....but a few years back she had to convert to the Colorado Rockies because the Braves games were no longer shown in Pocatello.  I will also fill you in on a dirty little secret.....she loved soap operas. I mean what else was there to watch on regular TV during naptime? It wasn't her fault...it just happened.

I also loved the way that Grandma Shirley gave hugs lately. She would grab your face in her hands and press her forehead to hers. So sweet! During here last few years it was hard for her to remember things, her mind locked things away from her, but it seemed like she could always remember at least one thing about you.  Take Aushlynn for example..... Shirley knew that she had served a mission and every time she saw here she asked her.. "how many did you get?" She was also genuinely surprised every time that she saw Kendall and realized that he was bald. He would have to go over to her so she could inspect his head. In her mind she pictured him as a little boy! She would also always ask me where I lived....I would tell her South Jordan and she would say...oh, I have a daughter-in-law that lives there.

Shirley was an amazing Wife, Mom and Grandma! It is so hard that this Corona virus scare has made the last few weeks of her life difficult to share with her. Because we can't gather in groups of more than 10 people... we can't have a funeral for her right now and that just plain stinks. We can't sit around as a family and tell stories and share memories and that just is not fair!

I am going to miss her so much! I love you Shirley!

Tuesday, December 17, 2019

Gifts

So how many of you have a Google home? I do, I got one for Christmas last year. Sometimes I like to ask Google random questions and usually within seconds it gives me an answer.....like today I asked Google how many days have past since February 27, 1972......because I am sure you all have the same question now the answer is 17460. Your welcome.....I also asked Google how many pennies were in a pound. So you know there are 145 pennies in a pound. Its nice to learn something new right? Also, don't you think in hearing a number like 17460 it sounds like a number worthy of celebration? Well I do...just so you know I am 17460 days old today.....I am really getting up there!

I have been thinking a lot about gifts and what I can give myself. Now, I can ask others for gifts, sometimes my wish is granted, especially around Christmas time and my birthday. Sometimes its nice to get yourself something that you really want. Sometimes the best gifts don't cost money.

Back to the pennies.....what if you were given a penny to carry around everyday? You would just most likely put it in your pocket and unless you put your hand in there you probably would forget about it. There are people who wear penny loafers and carry 2 pennies around daily and they probably don't even feel the weight of those 2 pennies. What I am getting at is a penny to carry around is no big deal....or is it? Lets say for the sake of numbers that we are all nearly perfect and only have one thing or do one thing per day that causes us or someone else pain. Ok now, lets say for that one thing we are asked to carry a penny around. So, me being 17460 days old.......145 pennies to a pound.  This means that I am now carrying around 120.41 pounds of pennies....but in reality we all get way more than a penny a day. Sometimes we get several pennies a day....sometimes something weighs more than a penny and it feels more like a gold bar. How many of us are carrying around thousands of pounds of weight because we are not emptying our pockets everyday?

I am talking about forgiveness. How many of us are carrying around unneeded weight because we cannot seem to let go of the pennies in our pockets. How many of us are carrying a backpack that is hundreds of pounds because it is hard to hard to get rid of the pennies? How much weight is on your shoulders? Crushing you and leaving you with little else to do than feel the weight and have it constantly in your mind? I just thinking would it not be better to put those pennies and gold bars in a bank and have someone else take care of them. Lucky for us there is someone willing to carry our pennies for us. The Savior Jesus Christ is willing to carry all of our pennies....both yours and mine. Everyones! He is willing to carry around the heavy weight for us. What a gift!

Forgiveness is hard. To forgive someone does not mean that your are weak....it means that you are strong enough to know that people make mistakes. Forgiveness is for you! Lewis Smedes said, "To forgive is to set a prisoner free and discover the prisoner was you!"  Forgiveness does not change the past but it does enlarge the future. Forgiving someone may cost you your pride....but not forgiving someone will cost you your freedom.

So for my 17460 day of birth I am giving myself the gift of forgiveness.  I know I am human....I make mistakes....sometimes a lot. Most of the time I am hardest on myself.  But honestly, if I have hurt you or made you feel bad I am so sorry...please forgive me. I probably don't even realize I have hurt you. But mostly I realize life is to short and none of us are promised tomorrow so today is the day!

Wednesday, January 30, 2019

Experienced....

My sister Kari is old....in fact she's a Grandma 4 times....not even once for me......but my Grandma Peterson is not old....even though Jeremy called her that...she is just well experienced. She has been racking up experiences for over 91 years.

I am lucky....she has been living with my parents for the last few years so I get to rub shoulders with her whenever I visit. Like I said I'm lucky because not all of her grandkids get the same opportunity.  My Grandma has 8 kids....yes EIGHT! She is pretty much a super woman. I had to stop at 4. Kids are expensive and they will drive you nuts. DeRoy, Reid, Rodney, Ramona, Randy, Renae, Rayona and Rela....expect everyone calls her Sue. I am not sure how all the R names started with the last 7 kids. I will have to ask her. Also, not sure why Sue is named Rela but never called that. Was it just for the sake of tradition? I know the next question that I will ask her. Anyways...to the best of my ability I can count 42 grandkids...give or take.

The last few visits I have had with her I have been asking about her life. Did you know that my Grandpa called her Mickey? She has told me about her life growing up and about her siblings. She told me about when her kids were young and working the farm. She has told me the story about Grandpa's  new pickup truck and the oil about 50 times....If you don't know the story you should ask her. She never filled Grandpa in on that one! She went thru a painting phase in her life. She loves to quilt and crochet. It has been fun really getting to learn about her life experiences. She also told me that she loves to read my blog and wonders when I will post again. its been awhile.

We have been somewhat close. I lived next door to her when I was little....well not next door, but a field away. I remember the old farm house. It had lots or layers of wallpaper. It also had a stinky outhouse. I remember her old orange chairs in the living room and Grandpa telling Missy and Nicky to sic us and we ran around like ding dongs while the dogs chased us. I remember eating her chicken noodle soup, it was different then my moms.

When I was 10 or so they bought the ranch in Idaho. My parents moved up a few years later. I remember that someone killed a rattlesnake and skinned it. Grandma fried it up and tried to get me to eat it....ew....sometimes Grandma did not have my back...haha. I bet that rattlesnake skin is still somewhere stretched on a board at Randy's.

My Grandma has had the opportunity to attend most of the greatest events of my life. My wedding, when my kids went thru the temple for the first time. I am really glad that she was there for those experiences.

When Grandma went on her mission to Arkansas she used to call me a few times a month to see how I was. She told me that the best way to find investigators was to go to Garage/Yard sales. I shared this tip with my boys. I remember her car had a bumper sticker that said "This car stops at all garage sales" She loves a great deal that is for sure.

While I was in Idaho at Christmas Grandma took me downstairs to her room. She showed me special presents that she is making for her great grand kids when they get married. She is not sure how long she will be around but wanted them to have something from her...She also told me I could have one....or that I could have the quilt that she made when Grandpa had is open heart surgery in the 70's she told me she sewed every single stitch I on it. Sorry to disappointed all my cousins, but I chose the quilt. I will treasure it! Like I said earlier...I am lucky!

Anyways....my Grandma is not doing so good. She is in the hospital. She hates it there and just wants to go home. Who can blame her? I for one think that hospital beds are pure torture. Is it even possible to get comfortable on one? I went on Sunday and held her hand for awhile. It broke my heart to see her struggling. Tears just came to my eyes...Grandma would say it is because my bladder is to close to my tear ducts. My Dad says its because I am tenderhearted. My kids says it because I am a big baby. My Grandma did give me some pretty great smiles though. I wish she did not have to experience this. Not my sweet Grandma. I for one know how special grandma's are. I am running short on them. In fact she is the last one that I have. I love her!

Thursday, March 22, 2018

I did it!!!



I did it!!! What did I do you ask? Well, I raised four kids to adulthood! I guess Kendall helped.... a little. Nobody even died.....I know....MIRACLE! There were times when I really questioned if they would live to see the next day. Raising kids is super hard! But, we did it.....we are officially not legally required to take anyone on vacation with us again! Yay! This has opened up a whole world of possibilities for us.

I was trusted with these four tiny humans ranging between five and six pounds each. Not all at once....well kinda all at once....but I started with one and then every so often for the next seven years another one showed up. So, after seven years....I had them all at once, but they were in various stages of driving me crazy. I am pretty sure that they had secret meetings....like: Okay, I am going to bug them from midnight to two. Who is going to take from two until four? Who wants the four to six? If your not taking a night shift then it is up to you to drive her crazy all during the day. We'll just keep rotating thru the shifts...Okay ready break! I am sure this is how their meetings went.

Being a Mom is really really really really hard!  A lot of the time noboby evens listens to you! Rude!!! At times the only exercise that I got was rolling my eyes about 2000 times a day. My eyes are in excellent shape....but my body.....well your gonna have to cut me some slack because my baby is only 6574 days old...when she get to 10000 days old and I don't have an Olympians body...I will know that I have let myself go and to maybe worry a little.

It has been real...and it has been fun.....but it has not been real fun.......just kidding. Most of the time it was fun. I was not a huge fan of the fighting....or the helping them with homework....or waiting up late at night....or trying to decide what to feed them for dinner that they would all eat...or picking up all their stuff that they left out.....hum.....I guess that this is not sounding very fun at all.

It has been an awesome experience being their Mom.  I would not trade it for the world......I just can't wait to see what these adults decide to do with their futures......hopefully it will include "Littles" of their own someday for me to mug on!

Friday, February 9, 2018

It's Hard To Say Good-bye......


There have been a lot of tears shed the last few days. It is so difficult to say good-bye to friend that you have had for the last 16 1/2 years. It is excruciating when you are the one that has to make the decision. It's impossible.....

We moved into our home 17 1/2 years ago. We knew that I would be staying at home and running a daycare so we wanted to give the dog thing ago. We had to wait until we had the yard in. The summer of 2002 came and the grass was finally growing. Time for us to find a new friend. Kendall scoured the shelter sites looking for the perfect dog. I did not want a puppy, I wanted a dog that 1) was potty trained 2) already nice and 3) did not shed. Kendall saw the perfect dog and went and checked him out. I guess that when a dog comes to the shelter they have a 7 day period before they are adoptable. They need to see if anyone comes to claim them. Kendall happened to see him right when he went up on the website and was the first to see him. He put his name on a waiting list and they told us they would call if he became available to adopt.  We received a call a week later. Nobody had claimed this cute little guy and if we wanted to adopt him we had first dibs but we needed to decide fast because there we 10 other names on the waiting list. We took the family in to see him and we decided he was the one. They assured me that he would not shed and he already fit the other two criteria We paid the adoption fees and they would fix him that night and we could pick up our brown eyed baby boy the next afternoon.

That night we discussed names it was a family decision everyone throwing out what they thought was good. We decided on Beudrou Beauregard Wilson III aka Buddy for short. We were all excited! Dad brought him home the next day. Poor guy was wearing a cone of shame because of the surgery. Madi was not to sure about him as she was only 15 months or so old and just walking but everyone else was smitten. I soon learned that the shelter lied to me....this dog shed a ton....like a puppy size a week...ugh.....I guess 2 out of three was not bad.


We were told Buddy was about a year old when we adopted him. Since dogs at the shelter don't come in with birth certificates that had to guess his age and his pedigree. They told us best guess was a Jack Russell Terrier/Springer Spaniel mix. We learned that he had a lot of energy....and I mean a lot!!! You know that beautiful grass that we waited to grow in before we got him.....well he soon wore a path along the side of the fence because he loved to run up and down the fence and bark when ever he heard someone walking by. Soon after getting him we put a flower bed along the fence line. He just would run up and down and eventually he would move the dirt and it looked like he was making a ramp too escape. We thought that he would be able to launch over the fence. We had to shovel down the ramp several times a summer for many many years.

We also learned that Buddy had a particular taste for Aushlynn's black Sunday shoes. He must have torn up at least 30 pair.....always of course on a Saturday night. Aushlynn wore sneakers to church a lot....I am not sure if she was in on it with the dog or not. Buddy also loved to eat the eyes out of stuffed animals...I don't know why, never the stuffing....just the eyes....maybe he did not like things looking at him....what a weirdo! My kids and my daycare kids lost many good toys this way.


Five months after we got him I was starting to trust him alone in the house. We went to our traditional Christmas Eve movie and when we came home Kendall came running outside telling me not to kill the dog. Turn out he was not a fan of us leaving him for a few hours and he tour up our couch! Seriously what dog does this? I was pretty upset. The next time we went out we put him in Avery's room and he ripped up the door jam. Lovely! After about 5 years he did not tear so much stuff up....but it was a trial for me. I have forgiven him for his transgressions against the furniture and the woodwork.


Buddy especially loved to go for rides. He would be laying down an all you would need to say is "Buddy wanna go for a ride?" he would quick as a flash be at the front door jumping around wanting to be let out. He did not like when you just teased him and asked and did not take him. He did not really like to stick his head out the window...maybe a inch and sniff and quickly bring it back in. He loved to stand on the middle seat with his back paws and put his front paws on the arm rest up front and then lean on either me or Kendall....mostly me with his hot breathe and drool because of his excitement.


He also like to go for walks....same thing...all you needed to say was "Buddy wanna go for a walk?'" He was at the door and could not stand still long enough for you to put his leash on. Buddy walked you....he would never walk behind you and always went his pace. This would cause him to breathe heavy because the collar was always tight around his neck....He never learned. Me and buddy had a running phase.  Don't worry everyone...those days are over. Buddy was more of a sprinter and not long distance....sometimes I had to drag him along.

Buddy loved people. I only met two people in all my life that he was not a fan of. Buddy thought that everyone came to the door to pet him. What other reason would people have to come over. Once you started he did not like you to stop. If you did he would take his nose and lift your hand up for more...he knew you would always go longer.  He was not one of those dogs that did not like you to wipe your hands on him...he loved to be petted.


Buddy was not allowed on the furniture....due to the fact that he shed like crazy and always left a pile of his former self behind and the fact that he ate the couch that one time. Problem was....I was the only one to enforce the rule....in fact as soon as I left a room others would encourage him to get up. It was a losing battle for the longest time. A few years ago I got a new couch and it was to high for him to get on....or he listened this time to the lecture about not getting on my new furniture. I like to think that he was listening to me. Aushlynn was the only one who would let him sleep with her. The rest of us drew the line at dog hair in our beds. The two of them had a special bond. Aushlynn was the only one that allowed him to lick her face....the rest of us did not enjoy dog face kisses.

Buddy loved to lay in front of the fire. He would lay with his face 2 inches away from the fire. I don't know how he did it. If I stood 6 inches away for a minute I had to move because it was way to hot. He could lay there for hours soaking it in. If you ever turned on the fire to stand by it, he was soon next to you leaning on you slowly moving you away so he was front and center.

Each time the kids left on missions I thought that he would pass away while they were gone...I was wrong....he had a joyous reunion with all the three of then when they returned form serving. He was so excited to see them and remembered them after they had been gone for so long. He loved his kids!


Some things that Buddy did not like: Thunder....he would shake like a baby for hours at the sound of thunder. He paced and tried so hard to get away from the sound. His hearing was to good and no matter where he went he could not escape it. He would hide under the kids beds at night during thunderstorms turning their beds in 25 cent vibrating motel beds. He also was not a fan of the the smoke alarm...to bad we burn things often....the poor guy acted just like a thunderstorm. But, if our house was actually on fire me and Buddy would be the only ones to escape because everyone else just assumes its a false alarm. He did not like balloons...not sure why, but they just scared him. Also, the flash of a camera sent him scrambling. Not to many professional pictures of him. Buddy hated dog food. He would sigh in disgust when ever he saw it in his bowl. I don't think that he though he was a dog. I think he would have liked me to dish him a plate and have him sit at the table. He also would watch me eat....every bite with longing in his eyes. I had to turn my back to him to enjoy my dinner. He was a cracker stealer.....always stole the Little's cookies and crackers. I had to give him a snack when the kids got one and he still took theirs! Buddy loved people food. Like I said...he thought he was people! He loved spaghetti. in fact "Buddy loves spaghetti" was our family"s safe password! Buddy really disliked baths....if you gave him one it was a catch 22 because as soon as he could get outside he would roll around trying to get the bath off and just get filthy again.


Buddy loved to play fetch.......funny thing is he would never give you the ball back. You had to catch him he could change directions better than any professional football player out there. Once you caught him you then had to pry the ball from his mouth. I guess we played keep away more than fetch. Sometimes we would use two ball and he'd drop the one in his mouth to go for the other one. He loved for Kendall to mess around with him and push him around the carpet. He would act all tough with a growl....but they both knew they were playing. He would escape and run away and Kendall would hit the ground with this hand a few times and Buddy would come running back for more. He loved to play tug of war with socks. He would never let go. You could actually lift him up by the mouth holding the sock. He'd be danging a foot in the air with no worries or dental pain! Buddy was an impressive jumper. Who said white dogs can't jump? He jumped higher than any dog I know. I would stand on a chair and hold something he wanted above my head and he could jump and get it! He had quite the vertical leap! He also loved to play with rolled up socks. it was his goal to get them unrolled and then he beat the tar out of them by having it in this mouth and shaking his head and hitting the sock back and forth on the ground. He also like to throw the socks up in the air to himself and catch them.

Buddy used to be our alarm system. He would stay up at night and watch for movement in the neighborhood. He would bark if he saw anything. You knew if he kept barking somebody was probably messing on our property that should not be and you needed to check it out. He was our watch dog. He did excellent work. If the blinds were shut....no worries.... he would stick his nose through to see.  It was so funny to see this.


Buddy loved to lay in the sun. It was like his black spots soaked up the energy of the sun for him to run off. I think he was a beach dog at heart. I wish I could have taken him to live at the beach....its one of my life goals to.  He loved to lay in our dining room when the sun show through the windows. A few years back he started getting ballsy and would climb on the dining room table and lay there, its where the best sun was. We caught him a few times and knew he was in trouble. We often came home from church and he was sunning on the dining room table. If we were not there to stop him I guess he could not resist. He also loved to lay in the sun outside. He had a few favorite spots to lay out in the backyard. On the deck by the stairs he would lay and watch people come down the sidewalk....this gave him maximum opportunity to jump down and go run up and down the fence as they came by. He loved to lay in the corner of the house on the grass by Madison's bedroom window. The last few years of his life this spot was his favorite. I guess cool grass, sun, the shade of the tree was a perfect combination for him. He also loved to lay in the corner of the backyard by the fence in the play area. This is where his ramp was he made while running down the fence line.


Buddy was a night owl. We would hear his nails clicking on the hardwood floors in the middle of the night. I think he just made circles around the rooms. He would scratch at the door if her wanted to either come in your room or be let outside to use the bathroom. Sometimes we would let him out at night and it seemed we were waiting forever for him to use the bathroom. We would look out on the deck and he would be in a deck chair just starring out into the night. This was our cue to go back to bed until we heard him scratching on the door to come back inside. Right after we got Buddy we realized that he ruined our back door because he kept scratching it. Discussion we had were if we should get a new door with a dog door in it. Since money was tight we decided that we would just get a new door one he was no longer with us. Oye....bad decision on our part we had no idea he would be with us for 16 1/2 years. We could have saved ourselves millions minutes of sleep if he could of just let himself in and out....our bad!

Buddy, I know you were patiently waiting for one of your kids to get married. You loved people and more family would have been more pets for you. I'm not sure if you made it 2 more years you would have seen it happen. I know you can work you Buddy magic from heaven and send so good potential mates their way. Thanks Buddy!

Oh Buddy, what more can I say about you? You have been my constant companion for 16 1/2 years. While everyone else went to school or work it was always me, you and the Little's here at home. You were a ninja dog and could sneak up and be under my feet without me realizing it. I tripped over you a million times. Sorry I got mad about that....I know you did it because you just wanted to be close to the coolest person ever or you were hoping I would get you something to eat!  Buddy, in the words of Avery....You were a wicked cool dog! I am not sure that there is a better dog out there! We won the lottery when we found you to adopt!  I've known for the past few weeks that you were dwindling. It was hard to accept....you are after all the energizer bunny...you just keep going and going and going. I know its been hard to eat and sleep and walk. I know that your bones have been hurting with your arthritis.....I feel you pain I am in the same boat, I walk the same way in the morning because of mine. I'm sorry that you have been in pain. The other day when you had a really bad night and I came and laid on the floor all night with you....in the morning my fit bit registered that I had 3200 steps, it was wrong, I had 3200 pets. I wish I would have meet my goal that night by giving you 10000 pets.

We buried you under the cedars at Grandma and Grandpa Peterson's house. Your next to your doggie cousin Falcor. You will be able to run free with no fences. You are gonna love it. Fresh mountain air and lots of sunshine and the shade of the cedar tree. Its a beautiful spot.


Buddy...I'm not gonna lie.....I am going to miss you....we all will. I'll miss the click clack of your claws when you walk on the hardwood floors. I'll miss seeing you sticking your nose through the blinds. I miss you trying to escape out the front door thru the tiniest crack. You would try to push the door open...you were so eager to get out the front door. I'll miss you barking and telling me that someone is at the front door....you were way better than a doorbell. I'll miss you setting off the doorbell with your bark. I will miss you poking your head under the deck looking in the basement window and barking at me telling me you are ready to come inside. I'll miss you watching me eating my food. I'll miss you greeting me each morning with a wagging tail. I'll miss you going with me to take the kids to preschool and stopping at the fast food drive thru's trying to find food you will eat. You loved those nuggets at Chick-fil-a. I'll miss you with me all day long with the Little's. I'll miss your little mustache that you grew the last few years, it looked like a little milk mustache. It made you look very distinguished. I miss the way you cocked your head to one side when I spoke to you. I'll miss the way your ears perked up when you hear any sounds. I'll miss you putting your paws on the high chair trying to steal food from the babies. I will miss not having to sweep the kitchen floor after lunch time because you cleaned under the table for me. I will miss seeing you drinking from the toilet...you were gross that way. You could not help it. If the door was open you would go it....it always looked like you were throwing up...haha!  I'll miss you laying in your bed in the living room...that will always be your spot. I will miss watching you eating snow...you would run outside and scoop it up on your mouth and munch away. I'll miss petting you and when I stop you taking your head to my hand and making me pet you more. I'm pretty much gonna miss everything about you not being here....my days will be a little empty without you here. You have been a good boy! You have been a great friend and companion to the whole family! I know your not gone forever. I am pretty sure I will find your dog hair for the next 5 years. When I find some I will smile and remember you and not dread cleaning it up. I am sure you will be waiting there for me in heaven so you can trip me as I walk thru the gates.  Good-bye my brown-eyed boy. Love you so so so much!

Wednesday, September 27, 2017

Not a fan of MRI....

MRI'S are hard. I am definitely not a fan. I have been having numbness in my arms for over five years. Mostly when I lay down or use my hand for long periods of time. My Dr insists that I have carpal tunnel and has had me wearing wrist braces....which have done nothing by the way.....well, when the numbness moved to my left foot it has been driving me crazy. I just cannot live with it anymore. My brother Jeremy keeps telling me....get a MRI....he had some numbness problems that was fix with neck surgery and we seemed to have similar symptoms.  I insisted to my Dr that I get a MRI and he ordered 3 of them on my spine. Yay! Finally gonna get some answers. 

I set up the appointment and learned that I would be in the tube for 3 hours. No problem...right. They asked me if I had claustrophobia (boy was I wrong). I said no...but I told them I do have anxiety.  They suggested I take a Valium and to come 1 hour early to the MRI and they would administer it to me before the procedure.

I show up to the appointment. I arrived an hour and a half early because I was getting somewhat anxious and wanted to give the Valium some time to work. I waited and waited. I asked the receptionist about the Valium and she said someone would get me to administer it. Fast forward an hour and 20 minutes later and someone finally came for me. She was running behind and she gave me the Valium and asked me to chew it so it would work faster. Yuck. Then....she wanted me just to come right back without waiting the hour for the medication to kick in. Ok...this was not good. 

She had me sit on the table and she put a IV in for the contrast. She was ready to go. I was sweating. My heart rate was thru the roof. I had no saliva in my mouth. I could hardly swallow or breathe.  She had me lay down on the table and put earphones on to cancel out the noise....and then she put my head in a vise and strapped a contraption over my neck and locked it down. This was not cool...not cool at all. I was freaking out! This was about 10 minutes after I took the valium. She told me not to worry because she could fit a 300 lb person in the tube and that I was gonna be fine. I was not so sure. I told her she needed to let me out and sit up for a minute because I was not ready. She reluctantly agreed and unstrapped me and let me sit up for a minute. She got me some water and I jumped off the table and walked around for a bit. Oh yeah. I forgot to mention that the music was not working so I did not have anything to listen to that might calm me down. After a few minutes of me freaking out she told me we had to get going because she was running behind. No worries about my problems I guess lets make this all about her. She strapped me down again and slid me in the tub. Man...it was tight in there. My shoulders were touching the sides of the tube and my face was about two inches from the top. I was freaking out. I could not move, swallow or hardly breathe. I was crying inside. She started the test. It was noisy even though my sense of hearing had been cut off with the earphones. I got about 2 minutes into the test before I started for reals crying and hyperventilating. There was no way on this earth I was going to last for 3 hours like this....NO WAY! I had to tell her to pull me out. I was not cool....I had gotten an F in MRI! The lady told me I would be an excellent candidate for a sedated MRI. I agreed with her....knock me out for it for sure!

I don't know....maybe if they had given me the valium an hour before the test things would have been different. Maybe if the music had been working it would have relaxed me. Maybe if I had some gum in the mouth it would have not been so dry. Maybe if I only had one test instead of 3 to do. All I know is that this was going to be one of the biggest challenges of my life to do. See the picture below...you can see the vise that they strapped my head in to....gives me the heebeejeebees just looking at it!

 I called my Dr and left a message with his assistant. I told them I needed to be sedated for the MRI and to have them call me and set it up. Well....he did not agree with that and wanted me to try again. He wanted me to go to Ogden to a open MRI and try there. It's not exactly close for me to go there. I did some research. Alta hospital has a thirty percent bigger tube then Riverton. They can fit a 400 pound man in theirs. I set up an appointment there and only scheduled one test. Only one hour long. If I did not make it thru this test I would insist on a IV sedation.

I started to practice for a MRI....sounds silly right...but I did. Avery found me a refrigerator box and we made a MRI tube. I would lay in it in the basement with earphones on and a fan blowing in the bottom. I would lay in it for a hour and just cry. I asked Kendall what was wrong with me....he said....well for starters your a laying in a box in the basement.....haha....he is so funny! This is serious. I didn't know what else to do.


 Well, I had really bad anxiety leading up to the test. I had to wait 2 weeks before I could even go and that just gave me a lot to stress to think about every night. I was not sleeping well and the thought of the MRI consumed me. Finally the day arrived. My Dr had told me to not take the valium but to instead take two of my anxiety medications two hours before the test. I did this. I went to my appointment pretty looped up.  The MRI tech was very awesome. I told him I was claustrophobic and that I had anxiety. He set me up to go in feet first and with no head vise. He also set me up with Pandora tunes to listen too. He also said he would wait to give me the IV until the middle of the test and then he would put the contrast in and then take it right back out. He was an angel....maybe it was because I was doped up...but guess what....I did it!


In other news...only 2 MRI's left to go!!! Gonna try to bust them both out on Monday. Wish me luck!

Monday, September 25, 2017

Homecoming....it's about time!

There are times in my life that I am a pretty big slacker.....Like today......I'm not proud of myself. You see Bingham's Homecoming dance was like 10 tens days ago and I am just now getting around to posting it.  I have been pretty busy lately... doing pretty much nothing because my knee hurts.  You can see why I could not find the time.
 
Anyways.  Cam....you remember Superman from a few posts back right??? Well, he asked Madi to the homecoming dance. Now, let me see if I can remember how he asked her......Oh yes....I recall now. He put a poster on the door that said "I'd Wheely Like Homecoming With You"! and he left a giant tire with it on the doorstep. In other news that tire is still on the side of the house....so if any of you need a giant, bald tire for any purpose...you just let me know and I can hook you up! I don't remember how she answered him back...it was weeks ago....but the important part was that she said yes.
 
Dress shopping was a little easier this time around! Hallelujah! She found a dress that she like at Roolee online. The only problem with the dress is that they did not have her size online but they did have it in the store....of course the store is in Logan Utah, but heck I was going to Preston kayaking anyways.....so I just picked it up....no biggie! I saved hours of my life not looking for a dress....it was a win, win for me, Yay!
 
SO, on the day of homecoming they went on the day date to the Aquarium. I think Madi has been there like 4 times. I have never.....I need to go check it out. I guess they saw some sea creatures....and turtles and stuff. I guess it was pretty fun......she is smiling in the picture.

 
I all sorts of lucked out when her friend Tallia came and braided her hair for the dance. (Phew, I usually have to attempt the braid about 20 times before I get....its fine....I guess its as good as you can do!)
They went to the Botanical Gardens for pictures.
What a bunch of cuties!
Hot boy right here....see that boutonniere....yeah....I made it!
Here's the whole gang.....
Nice selfie toilet shot!
To save my life, I cannot get this picture to rotate.....Ugh! Just turn your head side ways to look at it.

So the dance was at Bingham. After the dance they went to Simpson's house and watched the movie Split. Everybody had a good time.  Next up Bingham Ball......Stay tuned!