Monday, August 29, 2011
Sunday was an interesting day. I finally spoke up to our Relief Society President with the official handbook in my hand after the meeting was over and had her read what should happen in the opening exercises. She, too, didn't read where there are any "good news moments". I have had it with the women bragging about their new grand babies. Now that I have lost three, I do not care to hear about the women who have 13 and 29, etc., etc., etc. I also reminded her of the meeting we had with her and her counselors months ago and told her that this was not to be done any more. "Well how do we not do it?" I told her you just don't announce it any more. DUH. Now we will see if they change their motis opperendi or not. There are some young mothers in the group who have also lost their new babies and I'm certain they do not need to hear of these babies being born and the agony all over again.
Talking with Stacy on the phone yesterday, she is still not back to her normal self. She is hurting and aching for the loss of her little Enzo. Someone must have told her that she didn't even know him, but I told her that she had had him for five months and she lost part of herself and she is entitled to grieve all she wants. I'm waiting for a book on grieving from my niece which is a great book about how one can grieve and for how long...it is a jewel.
Well I dug up some more of those dastardly flowers and now I need to go to the pharmacy for a prescription. Always something to keep one busy. I am in the middle of reading three books! That should keep me busy.
Monday, August 29, 2011
Saturday, August 27, 2011
August 27, 2011
Saturday... I like this way of blogging. No one reads this and I can write what is really on my mind. I'm reading a book and it said that this is one way to relieve depressing and loneliness. So here goes. I wish my family could be together. I wish all of my children would talk to each other . I wish my children would call and talk to Dan and I. But that doesn't happen and if wishes were horses then bums would ride or however that old tale goes. I have talked to all of my children this week, but it was because we, no I made the effort. I don't understand why they don't call. I don't think I pry into their business. I don't give advice. I don't go to their homes unless invited or unless I have something to give to them. Their wives are part of the problem. But nothing I can do about them. So here I am wishing they would call and getting no where. So I did call Trent today. We haven't heard from since Father's day. He did return the call rather quickly since they weren't at home when we called. We have to play dumb about what we know about their life. I have to be quiet about Stacy's life and let Stacy tell them. I think I have been too vocal in telling too much to her brothers. I don't know. We just don't communicate well. I only assume some things with comments I hear and try to guess what people really mean.
Well, I do feel a little better after putting this on paper. Glad no one will read this. So now I'm going snail hunting!
Saturday... I like this way of blogging. No one reads this and I can write what is really on my mind. I'm reading a book and it said that this is one way to relieve depressing and loneliness. So here goes. I wish my family could be together. I wish all of my children would talk to each other . I wish my children would call and talk to Dan and I. But that doesn't happen and if wishes were horses then bums would ride or however that old tale goes. I have talked to all of my children this week, but it was because we, no I made the effort. I don't understand why they don't call. I don't think I pry into their business. I don't give advice. I don't go to their homes unless invited or unless I have something to give to them. Their wives are part of the problem. But nothing I can do about them. So here I am wishing they would call and getting no where. So I did call Trent today. We haven't heard from since Father's day. He did return the call rather quickly since they weren't at home when we called. We have to play dumb about what we know about their life. I have to be quiet about Stacy's life and let Stacy tell them. I think I have been too vocal in telling too much to her brothers. I don't know. We just don't communicate well. I only assume some things with comments I hear and try to guess what people really mean.
Well, I do feel a little better after putting this on paper. Glad no one will read this. So now I'm going snail hunting!
Thursday, August 25, 2011
Thursday, August 25, 2011
We did our visiting teaching. No one was home. But we left a fairly expensive gift and the message. I hope that counts. The General Board President, Julie Beck, said do what you can, and we did.
I talked to Dan about the problem I was having with him and he didn't even recognize what was going on. He said he was sorry, but it will raise its head again. Men just don't get the feelings that go with living like women do. Oh well, that's life, I guess. On ward we go.
I would like to take a nap, but as soon as I do, he will call to tell me what he is doing and then be home in an hour. Then we can drive to Western Neurology to pick up all of my MRI's. It will be nice to see the pictures of my brain.
Had my hair done today and so I could visit with my two friends. Always like doing that. I have been wearing false fingernails. My beautician is amazed that I can keep the nails on even when I'm working in the garden. It is kind of fun to have long nails. True they do get in the way sometimes, but still fun.
So off I go to have some lunch and a nap.
We did our visiting teaching. No one was home. But we left a fairly expensive gift and the message. I hope that counts. The General Board President, Julie Beck, said do what you can, and we did.
I talked to Dan about the problem I was having with him and he didn't even recognize what was going on. He said he was sorry, but it will raise its head again. Men just don't get the feelings that go with living like women do. Oh well, that's life, I guess. On ward we go.
I would like to take a nap, but as soon as I do, he will call to tell me what he is doing and then be home in an hour. Then we can drive to Western Neurology to pick up all of my MRI's. It will be nice to see the pictures of my brain.
Had my hair done today and so I could visit with my two friends. Always like doing that. I have been wearing false fingernails. My beautician is amazed that I can keep the nails on even when I'm working in the garden. It is kind of fun to have long nails. True they do get in the way sometimes, but still fun.
So off I go to have some lunch and a nap.
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
This is a different day. Dan and I went to a movie in the middle of the day. We went to see The Help. It is a great book and a great movie. I hope it takes the best movie of the year award.
Then we went shopping and I went to Old Navy and bought myself two pairs of Levis. My I never go there and today I actually bought two pairs of jeans. I don't know what got into me, but then I do too. Dan is spending money on himself for hearing aids and now for a special diet and they are costing big time, so I decided I was worth $30 bucks for two pairs of Levis. I guess I was feeling a poor me pity party coming and I wanted to head it off. I think it almost worked.
Lately it seems he is picking at me for little things like don't mail this until I have a chance to see it and if you had had the lawn mower down, the leaves would not have blown away, and did I need his help with the shovel and then he couldn't find the shovel. I was using it. Silly things like that, but they seem to bug the heck out of me.
Oh well, I finished I hope with the shovel tonight while he put batteries in the lamps that were burned out. I asked him if they took batteries, and he said, "I don't know." Then all of a sudden he said we need to look for batteries. I said, what kind? "Well the rechargeable ones." Only he can say that in a gruff way expecting you to know what he is talking about. This was a week after we had talked about it and the lamps had been sitting waiting. Then he is anxious to have me see how nice it looks. But he wants me to stop what I am doing to look right now. But don't interrupt what he is doing to look at what I'm doing because that never works.
Well it is nice to be able to write my feelings. I only wish he would understand how it hurts when he comes down on me and yet he doesn't understand that I too have a life and he needs to wait for me to finish what I'm doing to look at what he wants me to see of his doings.
I am just being picky I know, but then my daughter is being picky about me repeating what I say, so I am almost afraid to speak when I am around her, too.
I'm going to lunch this Friday with the girls from high school and they think I'm still a goody two shoes and too religious. So what else is new?
The girls in the Pick N Sew group think I'm an over achiever and someone always has a complaint about something.
Maybe I'll just do my visiting teaching tomorrow and then I'll feel better. I can also go and pick up all my MRI's from Western Neurology. They are going to do them a different way so they need space to store the new ones.
Well, I have rambled, but it felt good.
This is a different day. Dan and I went to a movie in the middle of the day. We went to see The Help. It is a great book and a great movie. I hope it takes the best movie of the year award.
Then we went shopping and I went to Old Navy and bought myself two pairs of Levis. My I never go there and today I actually bought two pairs of jeans. I don't know what got into me, but then I do too. Dan is spending money on himself for hearing aids and now for a special diet and they are costing big time, so I decided I was worth $30 bucks for two pairs of Levis. I guess I was feeling a poor me pity party coming and I wanted to head it off. I think it almost worked.
Lately it seems he is picking at me for little things like don't mail this until I have a chance to see it and if you had had the lawn mower down, the leaves would not have blown away, and did I need his help with the shovel and then he couldn't find the shovel. I was using it. Silly things like that, but they seem to bug the heck out of me.
Oh well, I finished I hope with the shovel tonight while he put batteries in the lamps that were burned out. I asked him if they took batteries, and he said, "I don't know." Then all of a sudden he said we need to look for batteries. I said, what kind? "Well the rechargeable ones." Only he can say that in a gruff way expecting you to know what he is talking about. This was a week after we had talked about it and the lamps had been sitting waiting. Then he is anxious to have me see how nice it looks. But he wants me to stop what I am doing to look right now. But don't interrupt what he is doing to look at what I'm doing because that never works.
Well it is nice to be able to write my feelings. I only wish he would understand how it hurts when he comes down on me and yet he doesn't understand that I too have a life and he needs to wait for me to finish what I'm doing to look at what he wants me to see of his doings.
I am just being picky I know, but then my daughter is being picky about me repeating what I say, so I am almost afraid to speak when I am around her, too.
I'm going to lunch this Friday with the girls from high school and they think I'm still a goody two shoes and too religious. So what else is new?
The girls in the Pick N Sew group think I'm an over achiever and someone always has a complaint about something.
Maybe I'll just do my visiting teaching tomorrow and then I'll feel better. I can also go and pick up all my MRI's from Western Neurology. They are going to do them a different way so they need space to store the new ones.
Well, I have rambled, but it felt good.
Monday, August 15, 2011
Summer is Winding Down
August 15, 2011
Monday morning and this is one of those days you don't want to have, but glad to be here to write about the learning experience. Stacy, our daughter had a miscarriage on Thursday, the eleventh of August, the day she was going to find out if her baby was a boy or a girl. She and the rest of us couldn't believe it when the doctor told her, there was not heartbeat. But at 7:00 P.M. at the hospital that night they started the first of two of the liquids that would start the baby to be born. At 7:00 A.M. Enzo was delivered, a beautiful boy with all of his fingers, toes, eyes, nose, ears and mouth. The only problem was his left side. The shoulder, arm and leg did not seem to be forming as properly as the right.
They chose not to do an autopsy, but did decide to have a funeral for him. He only weighed 3 oz. and was about 9 inches long.
On Friday at 2:00 p.m. in the American Fork Cemetery Enzo's parents, Abbie, Grandparents, Beal, and Uncle Claudio and Aunt Claudia and Eber were there. Daddy Nicolas Dedicated the grave, and then he and Uncle Claudio physically buried you in your little tiny casket.
It was a sad, but beautiful day. The sun was shining, the sky was blue, the flowers were radiant and people there loved you and were anxious for the day when they would be able to see you again.
Now we have pictures and memories and faith to go on until that day and faith in Jesus Christ until we meet again.
Monday morning and this is one of those days you don't want to have, but glad to be here to write about the learning experience. Stacy, our daughter had a miscarriage on Thursday, the eleventh of August, the day she was going to find out if her baby was a boy or a girl. She and the rest of us couldn't believe it when the doctor told her, there was not heartbeat. But at 7:00 P.M. at the hospital that night they started the first of two of the liquids that would start the baby to be born. At 7:00 A.M. Enzo was delivered, a beautiful boy with all of his fingers, toes, eyes, nose, ears and mouth. The only problem was his left side. The shoulder, arm and leg did not seem to be forming as properly as the right.
They chose not to do an autopsy, but did decide to have a funeral for him. He only weighed 3 oz. and was about 9 inches long.
On Friday at 2:00 p.m. in the American Fork Cemetery Enzo's parents, Abbie, Grandparents, Beal, and Uncle Claudio and Aunt Claudia and Eber were there. Daddy Nicolas Dedicated the grave, and then he and Uncle Claudio physically buried you in your little tiny casket.
It was a sad, but beautiful day. The sun was shining, the sky was blue, the flowers were radiant and people there loved you and were anxious for the day when they would be able to see you again.
Now we have pictures and memories and faith to go on until that day and faith in Jesus Christ until we meet again.
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