Nana B

2011-10-12T22:17:00.002-07:00

This is "the first day of the rest of my life". The picture you see is the first step of a joint project my son, Chris, and I are undertaking. Chris, this is the sort of typical, frilly, feminine type of smocking that I normally do. I am not sure that this is what you want, but I need to give you a starting point. So, you can tell me"this is good, just what I want" or "yuk, way too childish and pink!" I did it in pink cause I had this fabric and it was sitting by my machine when I got the glass piece to practice on. I have lots of other ideas, but I needed to start somewhere and get feedback from you. I am so excited to do a project with Chris. I think of him as being amazingly creative, an artist, so it makes me giddy to think that I can do something creative with him, me, the homemaker, the mom, the caregiver. Do I really feel up to this? Well I may not be"up" to it, but I am over the top excited about trying. Thank you for suggesting that we try!

2011-05-25T19:24:00.004-07:00

Blessings come in many sizes and shapes. Some are giant size, like our lives, our spouses, our health. Some are tiny like our babies, butterflies, chocolate candy. Some are intangible, like kindness from others, and a spiritual awakening. Some are breathtaking like a rainbow or a mountain meadow. Some are just everyday things like having a clean house or enjoying a hobby. One is a special day in the life of a wee one, just come from Heaven to sojourn on earth. In my church we introduce these new little ones with a formal"Blessing" pronounced most often by Dad in front of the Congregation. A name is given as well as a blessing pronounced under the guidance of the Holy Ghost. The tiny little cherub receiving this blessing is not required to wear anything in particular, but it is often family tradition for baby to wear a white dress or romper to represent the purity of these little ones in the eyes of God. When my youngest daughter was four years old, I learned a sewing technique called smocking. Aw come on, you remember, all those cute little Polly Flinders dresses, so cute, and so expensive! Anyway smocking led to Heirloom Sewing which led to Christening gowns and rompers. Which leads to another blessing for me. I have lots of hours to fill as I stay with my husband who is pretty much bed bound with a severe stroke. When my fingers get itchie for something to do, I pick up my smocking and work on a dress or other smocking project. I also had the chance to help my oldest daughter make a Christening gown for her firstborn. Yes, blessings come in all sizes, I think maybe the ones I like best come in size Newborn. Thank you.

You Can Come Home

2011-04-21T21:19:00.004-07:00

It is said that" you can't go home", meaning that when you do go home, things will be different and it won't seem like home. As the mom of all grown up children, I want to say "you can come home, PLEASE." No, things will not be the same as when you grew up. The house will be older. The grass will not seem as green. The trees may not even seem as large. The garden where you worked hours on end may have shrunk to postage stamp size. All of the many interesting places you used to play will now seem silly or dangerous, or at best boring. Your favorite foods may not taste as good. You've had better chicken soup at the grocery store. The bisquits are better at KFC. Old man Jacobs, down the street is dead now, and your best friend across town has become an accountant with no sense of humor. The corner grocery has been replaced by a Super Selllmart, and they sure won't let you get your own dill pickle out of the wooden barrel in the meat cooler with a pair of tongs. You will not be a child anymore, you may even have to follow around a little cherub of your own. You won't feel the same carefree self you used to be.

But from the inside out, you will be the finest sight in the world. You will be more beautiful, or handsome, and smarter than you have ever been. Your spouse will be the nicest person ever, and your children will be the cutest little creatures that ever lived. And even though YOU get tired and bored and annoyed with your parents for being so old fashioned and slow, YOUR PARENT will wish you had more time to spend with them. So ok, home will now be where you live with your little family. But, to the folks who gave you your beginnings, you will always be the son, or daughter that grew up in the old house, with the run down yard, and the dangerous play places. You will always be the laughter and the tears that filled the kitchen where grandma's chicken soup was made, and the owner of the "ouwies" and the" triumphs" that demanded every waking hour of attention of that mom and dad who love you so much. So do come home, please, over and over again. No, things will not be the same. But as you share your childhood memories with you own little family, things might be as comfy as an old quilt.

Bennet in the Whitman's Den

2011-04-07T21:32:00.006-07:00

This is the most recent picture that was taken with my camera. Two adorable little grandsons are caged because they were both a little tired or bored or in need of a new something to do. We thought it might be interesting to put them together and see what happened. Yeah, they just pretty much ignored one another. We should have added one sippy cup to see what kind of response we got then. These are both active, charming, engaging baby boys, but they do not perform on demand. At this time they just needed a little down time. Don't we all from time to time? Aren't you glad they don't make adult pack and plays (we used to call them play pens)?

SURPRISE!

2011-04-01T23:39:00.002-07:00

This post is just to acquaint myself with my new computer and the program. I may have uploaded a picture to go with this, but all I saw were numbers, so the picture will be a total surprise to me
Today has been a pretty quiet, just go through the routine, kind of a day. I am trying to sort out alot of really important things right now, like income source, and learning new stuff, so don't really count this as a blog, it is more of a "I need to know how to figure out some things on my own" post. Thank you for your indulgence.

New Mac

2011-03-25T22:43:00.002-07:00

Good evening. Have I ever mentioned my puppy, Mac? He is not really a puppy anymore, but a 6 year old white standard poodle. Well, technically he is apricot, because of a little color on his front knees, but when he is clean he is about as white as my laundry. We bought him a few years ago, after my husband's first stroke. We needed him to take us for walks...And he did! We used to walk a couple of miles most everyday. It was a terrible shock to his system when Bob had his last stroke and couldn't do that any more. He used to give us little gifts just to prove how much he loved missing his walks. We have worked that out.

Well a couple of day sago I got a new Mac. No, it is not a cute little poodle. It is a cute little computer. My big mac was getting old, especially by tech standards. My daughter and son in law bought me a new printer for Christmas. My computer was so out dated the it could not support the printer. So now I am learning how to use a cute little 13 inch lap variety that allows me to sit in our room with Bob while I do my computer work. We are truly blessed to have such technology to help us out. And I will get this thing figured out. I promise.

The Day

2011-03-24T14:11:00.002-07:00

Today is THE DAY. Well maybe only The Day. It is not the Second Coming. It is the day I begin to become bread winner for my family. I had signed up to try an internet thing that just wasn't going to work out, that for a while I believed it to be a scam. I am not sure if it was or not, but they pulled a switch from what I was signing up for to internet selling and more of an investment. The money that they said I could earn was enough to replace my income, so I fell for it. It was not something I felt comfortable doing. So I am going to try what I know and love to do.
I love smocking and heirloom sewing. I have belonged to a smocking guild for many years. For a while I worked at Sew From The Heart, where I taught classes, as well as sold machines and all the wonderful things that go with sewing. SO...i am making Christening gowns to sell. It will start slow, but I have a bit to live on while I build my inventory and my business.
Please wish me luck. I'll keep you informed as I go along.Hopefully I'll have lots of adorable pictures to post of adorable babies in beautiful dresses. Top of the afternoon to you all.

2011-03-18T13:45:00.002-07:00

"Did she die?" "No, she's not that old." "Does she have a new baby?" "Good grief no, she already has ten! And besides, She is too old for that." "Did she go to work?" No actually, she, meaning "me" actually quit work and have been full time care giver for my husband for the past three years. The first year after my husband's stroke, I mostly sat by his side and read to him, tried to keep his arms and legs moving by manipulating them, and tried to learn how to care for someone who had lost the ability to walk , talk , move his arms or body, eat , and stay awake for more than an hour at a time, except through the night. We made several trips to the emergency room and checked on or fixed several malfunctioning body parts.

The next year we acquired therapists . Physical, Occupational and speech(off and on). I got better at helping , and Bob got better at doing a few things, like his feeding tube was removed and he learned to eat again. I think he was highly motivated in this area. We still spent far too much time in medical facilities.

This year we are dealing with arthritis, making therapy more difficult. But we have become friends with a couple of pain doctors who make life more bearable. In general Bob has a bad reaction to most pain relievers and we avoid those like the plague. Sleeplessness and hallucinations are his most common reactions to pain killers. Thank goodness for orthopedic and anesthetic specialists.

This year I have also realized that I need more to occupy myself than voracious reading. I have restarted smocking, cooking, gardening, and various other interests from my past. Bob still likes me close at hand , so these projects take a miniscule corner in my day. Still, keeping the creative juices going helps me to curtail my desire to be out and going, going, going.
I hope all of my friends and family are well and happy today. Sorry for the long, long pause in blogging. I hope to catch up with those that I have missed seeing, and connect with friends, old and new. Thank you, Lord, for this day.

2008-06-03T23:08:00.002-07:00

Whoa! I can hardly believe that it is June already. Sunday we will be bringing Bob home. He will be coming to a hospital bed, a wheel chair and a remodel job so that we can get him around. I owe one giant debt of gratitude to my boys( my boys are my sons and sons in law) and their friends and my daughter's friends, such as John Barnes, Derek Pratt, Jason Pratt,Fred Lines, and Monte, and Jordan and Charles and several others who may have been here helping while I was at the nursing facility with Bob. A GIANT BIG THANK YOU to you all . It is seeming like a huge challenge right now, but we are so happy to be bringing Bob home, and are hoping that a home atmosphere will speed his recovery. I may be calling on you all as I try to figure out all the ways to get Bob all of the therapy and care that he needs. I am just very grateful to be able to get to this point. Many prayers have been answered, and many more will go up in petition for Bob's recovery.

2008-05-10T09:10:00.002-07:00

Good morning May 9. This is just a little short to let everyone know that Dad has moved. Bob is now at Desert Cove nursing facility. He will be getting therapy there for at least the next two weeks. He moved yesterday, and had a pretty good day there. The nurses were helpful and kind. The therapy director gave a good orientation and the speech therapist was good at keeping Dad awake and alert. They had a good session. Dad had visitors from church yesterday, our home teacher , Bro. Ford and his companion. Dad actually seemed to be acting the host, which was a positive change from his usual just kinda trying to stay awake. He loves company, so when you have a spare moment, come say "hi". He may be busy with a therapist, but it seems to help him stay alert. Love y'all.

2008-05-01T14:19:00.002-07:00

May 1. Ah May, not quite the MAGIC MONTH, in October we are looking forward to the weather change, but pretty close. Happy Birthday Monique. I am home with stomach flu, so that is not so great, but in the next week Mo has her birthday, I have mine on Cinco De Mayo, our grand daughter, Sidney is getting baptized, and the horses run in Kentucky for the Roses. The pagentry is so fun. We have not yet perfected our virgin Mint Julips, but we are working on it. This year I might try Sonic's Lime slushes with a bit of mint added, that is, if I can face food by then.
And whenever else can we put on a hat whether the sun shines or not? Happy May 1st to everyone!

2008-04-30T21:55:00.002-07:00

Today is April 30. That means many things. It was the last day to pay my bills and get them in on time.Got that done! It was the last day for me to register my car without a penalty. Got that done! An it is the day before my oldest daughter's birthday. My husband, Bob has been in the hospital for 1 week. If you read my blog, you probably read my daughter Megan's blog and so you know that Bob had a stroke last week. His doctor has not been very encouraging as to his prognosis, but we remain hopeful, because of what we have seen rehabilitation accomplish in the past and because we have faith in what the Lord can do. This week has produced highs and lows in his progress. First, it was so hard watching as he had to have seven feeding tubes placed before they were able to get one into the right place. Yesterday they finally got it working. Sunday he was moved out of ICU into the neurological med area. Sunday and Monday seemed to stretch into eternity as Bob remained so sleepy he couldn't really be evaluated for rehab. Then Tuesday dawned and he seemed to suddenly awaken and be ready to take on every challenge. He was so awake, I asked him if he could say my name. He tried, but could not. I asked if he could say his name, Bob. He said "Bob". I jumped up and down and clapped. He responded by saying"Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob", maybe a dozen times. WOW! A few minutes later, his speech therapist came in. When I told her what had happened, she asked him if he could count to ten. She started counting and he joined her, going on to ten. Double WOW! That wasn't the end. He also was able to swallow a few items that he was tested with, so hopes began to soar thinking that Bob might not have to have that feeding tube after all. No such luck. His doctor was afraid that he would not get enough nutrition from his little tiny sips. But he also had a good physical therapy session that day. Yesterday Bob slipped back to his semi sleepy state, but he did start his feeding tube, after being taken to radiology to insert it for the eighth time. Today he was still sleepyish and somewhat congested and had diareah. He coughed so hard this evening that he coughed up his feeding tube. When they said they were going to put it back in, I had to leave. I felt so guilty walking away after I said good bye, when he had to stay, but for today I just couldn't watch him go through anything more. So April 30 may not be such a great day after all. Love you, Bob. Hope you'll forgive me.

2008-04-12T14:01:00.002-07:00

It is Saturday, April 12. All is well. This morning we were up and out relatively early to work in the lawn. It is a beautiful day, maybe a little bit too windy but not too hot. I mowed the lawn on my nifty little "ride on", and then went on to weed eating the grass in the front by the entry way. The telephone man arrived to fix our out-of- service phone and internet. He eventually found a cut wire, most likely cut by the trucks that have been driving on our vacant lot to reach the park that they are building behind our house. It is the second time in a month that they have cut our wires. Monday I think that I will call the city. Mac is at the groomers having a bath. Bob and Tom are at Gigi's replacing a light over one of her paintings. The children(Brecken, Zo, Antonette, Kas, and Karsten ) are watching UNDER DOG. Ooops not any more. I was about to comment on how peaceful it was, but Not Now! Movie Over! Peace Broken!
If you are reading this, then you most likely know our daughter Elise, her husband Stephen, and family. They could use a few prayers at this time. Thank goodness they are well, but Stephen was restructured out of his job this week. He is graduating next week in some computer field, and has lots of great job experience, so I feel that he will find a great new job, but they would like to find it before they run out of the 3 week severance that his company gave. Not a lot of time to relocate Anyway Prayers Appreciated!.
Life is really a blessing and we are grateful for every day and every friend along the way. May all be right with you!
Betty

2008-03-16T17:21:00.002-07:00

As usual, a while has passed since I have checked in and written anything. I have gone to battle with, and beaten, several varieties of virus' and/or infections. But I still have one little viral enemy
that has refused to lie down and die. This one likes to sneak up and rob me of every ounce of energy that my warring body can produce, so, as soon as I finish some mundane, but necessary task, I just sit and concentrate on breathing for a while, and get not one fun or exciting thing accomplished. I did manage the energy to go shopping with Megan, Catcher, Elise, Antoinette, and Zo the other day. We found cute little dresses for the girls to wear for church, and adorable little "whale" pants for Catcher. I got back home just in time to pick up the Hoke's Pricilla and Pat, to take them to dinner with dad and I. I must have been about as much fun that night as barbeque without sauce. (We went to Joe's for dinner. I did manage to stay awake until about 8:15, when we dropped off the Hokes' to return home. I love Sister Hoke. She has been my visiting teaching companion for several years, until we were thrown out of our old ward. Actually we were moved to Pleasant 2nd Ward, where everyone has been just as nice as they can be.This is too weird. I started
this a few days ago, but got cut off and now as I am trying to add to it, it really seems dumb and makes no sense. Most of our children are here, just arrived for Easter, so I am going to go join them. Sorry this is so lame. Happy Easter.

Wet or Dry, Home is Home, no matter What Ward You Are In

2008-02-16T21:31:00.003-07:00

Oh my, It has been a long time since I last posted. Sorry. Things just sometimes get too crazy to feel like I have time to sit and write. It has been an eventful week or two, or three. Bob and I took a trip to Alabama. Bob went with me to a long time wish of mine, to attend a Martha Pullen school in Huntsville, Alabama. I took classes from three teachers, all were excellent, and very different. My longest class was a four day class on making a jacket and skirt. It was so much fun. We spent our first day pintucking yards of silk, with no rules, just wiggles and squiggles, rivers and mountains. It was very liberating to pin tuck with such abandon. While I was sewing away, Bob was trying to figure out how to spend hours and hours with basically nothing to do, in a strange town he knew nothing about. Fortunaly we had a big screen TV in our room. But if his days were boring, well? The first nhight we spent there at 3:00 in the morning our alarm went off. Wll, I thought our alarm went off and I hit the snooze button, but the alarm just went off again, this time with voices telling us to hurry directly to the 1st floor ballroom immediately. Oops TORNADO WARNING! People rushed in in their terry robes and their sweats and filled the floor along the walls. Finally three ladies arrived in their lovely lace and pintucked gowns...of course they had just finished finishing their class project and had an excellant chance to show off their heirloom project NightGowns. We sat around for about an hour when we got th OK to go back to our rooms where we watched for an hour or more while dangerous storms fluttered around the area. That was the night that a record was set the most tornados hitting in one night. Something like 90 storms hit over a 5-6 state area. The next night, just at bed time, we had a fire alarm. A few minutes later, we were told that it was a false alarm. We were a little nervous about getting ready for bed the next night. But all went well for the rest of the trip, except for the plane that we were supposed to fly home on was hit by lightening on its way to Nashville, where we were meeting it. Thank goodness they had another nice healthy plane there to bring us home.Ah yes HOME! We were so happy to hit the dry Arizona dirt. What dry dirt? Oh, it hasn't been dry for a month? Yes, that is what global warming does to the dessert, rains on it . Yea rain! OK It is late and I am itching to win a political argument, cuz my side has not been faring very well. I just say that if we, Republicans are getting John McCain for Presidential candidate, we better have a VP like Mz Rice to add a little balance. No more of this. Sorry.
We were really excited to be home. Just not so much to learn that we were moved to a different ward. I will not pass judgement until tomorrow, just hate saying goodbye to so many dear friends, especially with no opportunity to say Good Bye. But to our dear new friends in 2nd ward I feel it only fair to pass along this old Scottish saying "The Bogle's will get you, if you don't watch out" Sorry, but the thought of so many of our family descending on one ward all at once kind of scares me, and I am quite comfortable with our particular brand of insanity. I just hope that the good folks of Pleasant 2nd Ward will not be too overwhelmed by us. We truly mean well.I do love being home, and baking Valentine cookies for thr grandkids, and holding ou new little Catcher again, It had been a long time. But good night now. Nice to visit with you again.

2007-12-26T22:32:00.003-07:00

2007-12-26T22:26:00.000-07:00

2007-12-26T13:07:00.000-07:00

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year. All is well here in the Bogle homestead. Christmas Day has come and gone. Christmas Eve was full of family. Almost everyone was here. We enjoyed each child and grandchild. We also missed those who are far away. We tried to talk to everyone, but missed our dear James and his family. I think I may not know how to navigate international calls. Either that or they were not at home. Anyway ,if you were not here, I want you to know that you were talked about....all in a good, full of fond memories sort of way. We had Megan and Reuben and baby Catcher portray the Holy Family, and little cousins were dressed as angels and shepherds at their request. Now we might quiet down a bit, but it is Emma's birthday on New Years Eve, so we are obligated to celebrate. I hope that you all are well and celebrating too!

ALOHA!

2007-12-11T20:25:00.000-07:00

Rats! I didn't really mean to pick a picture of myself, but here I am. We had been up to see an active volcano. We are stopped at some big hallow tubes where we had to take off our shoes to finnish our walk or get our shoes wet because of the rain the day before. A lot of people turned around, but dad and I forged on. It was in a rain forest area just below the volcano, and very beautiful. Yesterday we went to the Cultural Center. We enjoyed all of the shows at the villages we visited. Our guide was from Australia. He was the only blond boy at the Center. Today we went to see whales. We walked around Lahaina, Maui today then caught a boat out to watch humpback whales. We saw several.
All of out adventures are fun. but we do get tired. Dad is doing fine. I'm not allowed to comment on food. Miss you all. See you soon

Standing on the Portside

2007-12-10T11:19:00.000-07:00

It is Monday morning, about 8:30, I am looking out the window of my stateroom on the port side in Honolulu. I see many ships at dock and across the street right outside I see an abundance of huge hotels. I will try to figure how to post pictures so I can show them to you. It seems that my internet will only work when near enough to an island to get a signal. Just wanted you all to know that we are alive and well. I tried to call several of my children yesterday, but could never catch anyone at the right time. I believe that we are about 4 hours ahead of Az. time. And I am learning to move without a mouse, cause I left mine at home. I will post again later, but for now I need to go.

Standing in Port

2007-12-10T11:18:00.000-07:00

Timing is Everything vs. Love conquers all

2007-11-07T12:09:00.001-07:00

I have heard it said that "Timing is everything". I don't know that to be true. This year Bob and I were to have taken a wonderful road trip through the South to South Carolina to meet some of my distant cousins and see some wonderful family history sites. Four days before we were to have left Bob was taken to the hospital with pneumonia and neurological symtoms that we feared was a stroke. He ended up afews days later having a six and a half hour surgery for colon cancer. He came home eleven days after entering the hospital, and fortunmately has had a remarkable recovery. I had the privalege of staying with him and helping with his care. And no, it was definately not as much fun as a road trip(especially for Bob), it was satisfying to know that I could be of help to my companion of 45 years. timing horrible, but Love conquers all. Last Saturday was our youngest son, John Tyson's wedding. As the groom's parents our largest part was to put on a luncheon for the wedding ceremony guests, about 100 people. Well 3 days before the wedding I ended up in the hospital with a kidney stone too large to pass without a proceedure.. I had the proceedure the next day and went home that evening. And, full of pain medication felt up to anything life could hand me. All I can say is that without the help of my family, there would have been no luncheon. My daughters and my sons and all of their beloveds came together to get everything together. And I am so THANKFUL to you all. Every last teenie weenie one of you were and are Fabulous and Wonderful to have helped so much. Thank you!, Thank ~! Thank you! Everything at the wedding was wonderful from the decorations, to the food, to Shanda's Dad singing for her, to the kids doing the worm, to seeing old friends, to the magician who entertained the children, to the jazz band from Hamilton high . Just sorry that I was only half there. Again timing was bad but Love Conquers all!

My friend

2007-10-28T16:16:00.001-07:00

terra firma, agricola

2007-10-17T13:09:00.000-07:00

I hope I remember those terms correctly. Latin class was a long time ago. I remember how excited I was, even as a teenager, to find that I had something in common with my Dad. We both took Latin as our languages in high school. I was impressed that my dad could still decline a verb and and knew much more Latin vocabulary than I knew. He was in the cotton business. He was a cotton gin manager. He worked with the farmers to help them finance growing their crops, and helped them manage their weed and bug control, before all of that became specialty fields of their own. Terra firma, the solid earth, and agricola, farm, are the words which I knew that my dad remembered from his Latin class. A week or so ago I had the great experience of working with my son, Thomas, to plant a garden. He took care of all the hard part. Tilling the weeds and making the beds with a rototiller and an old farm tractor. He also did a lot of hoeing by hand, and using a miniature blow torch to send stray weeds packing. I mostly did the fun stuff, planting the seeds and seedlings. When one plants a garden, one seems to enjoy watching and waiting until each little plant emerges from the soil to begin its journey toward bearing fruit. Of course you want to share the joy, so each in turn from my husband,through my children and down to my grandchildren have been dragged through the secret gate into my garden to watch this miracle of nature. They have all dutifully oohed and awed over the barely visible spec of green. Thank you all for appreciating not only the young plants, but the time and energy that went into them. Thank you Thomas for all you encouragement and labor . Yea,we have an agricola on the terra firma!

conference Sunday

2007-10-04T14:20:00.000-07:00

One of the best things that October brings is General Conference and Breakfast burros. Sunday
morning 9:00 NanaB and Grampys house. NanaB is cooking bacon and sausage. She is providing tortillas and Eggs. And I have a huge sour cream, If you all could please bring:
Cheese- grated , napkins Megan
tomatoes-chopped Elise
avacados-chopped Natalie
green oniona-chopped Lisa
salsa Monique
orange juice Ty
I'll cook a roast for barbeque sandwiches for lunch
We'll have ice cream cones after conference

Sound OK? let me know if that is a problem for anyone. or call and switch assignments ifmyou want

2007-10-02T11:00:00.000-07:00

I am so grateful that Heavenly Father ordered the world with day, night, new day order. Today everything seems brighter. It is still cloudy out,but when Bob and I took a walk in the park this morning, it actually did rain. Ok so it was these tiny, tiny little drops and only lasted a bitty bit, but it was wet! And nothing else has really changed, but I feel tons more optimistic, and Ty is coming home for the weekend and that will be cheerful. I went to my teacher's meeting at Sew From The Heart last night and had bad news about a dear co-worker. Everyone who prays please put in a good word for Barb Mix. She is a wonderful lady having brain tumor surgery on Wed. I also saw a lot of dear friends from work there. They always cheer me up. Golly, listen to me sounding so droll. Yuk! I do not always need to be cheered up. But I truly do appreciate cheerful people. I hope that everyone is having a better day today, even if yesterday was Fabulous.

A new Day

2007-10-02T10:59:00.001-07:00

A new Day

2007-10-02T10:59:00.000-07:00

2007-10-01T14:33:00.000-07:00

this is truly a Monday. It is overcast, but no rain. I woke up with a tummy ache. And first thing I did this morning was have an argument with my husband. I called it "trying to convince him to have a necessary test". He called it an argument. I spent about an hour trying to get the courage to tell him that, if he wanted the test cancelled, he would have to do it. Then his doctored called for him, and he did cancel. I am bummed. And he refuses to discuss it further. Maybe tomorrow will be better.

Dad is home doing well

2007-09-29T21:11:00.000-07:00

Dad has been home from the hospital for 2 weeks now. We have been walking most everyday. He has driven his truck as far as the barber to get a hair cut. We went to part of church last week. He still tires very quickly., but he's getting better. We are just so grateful for the pnumonia so that the doctors went looking. We are also so grateful to all the doctors and nurses at St. Joseph's hospital. They were awesome! We are also grateful for our children who offered what they could to help out. Some were there to visit. Some gave blessings. Some sat with me during the 6 and a half hour surgery. Some were far away and called and offered prayers. Thank you all. All expressions of concern were appreciated. And thanks to Church friends for all their kindnesses. How blessed we are because of you.

trial

2007-09-05T19:14:00.000-07:00

this is just a practice. This is Megan showing Mom how to use blogger! Everyone add her to your links so we can get updates while she is out on the road