As I was driving home from school, I tried to call Robby, but he didn't answer. Normally he always answers and I let him know I'm on my way. Finally, he called me back as I was half way home to tell me that there was an accident at home. Ollie had gotten into Louie's cage. Robby had left the room for just a minute to change and that's when Ollie went in to say, "Hi!". Robby heard all this squawking and went running out to find Ollie with Louie in his mouth. He rescued Louie. Louie circled from the cage to his tree about six times and finally settled behind the TV. Robby was able to get him in the cage and then tossed Ollie in HIS cage. When I got home, I looked Louie over. He has a puncture wound on his underbelly right by his leg on the left side. He also has a puncture wound on his right wing. He has been silent all day long, sleeping and all puffed up. I covered his cage so he could sleep and keep warm. I have really missed hearing him chirping all day long. It's so nice to hear him. It's funny I was just thinking last night how much I love the background noise he makes. When I play music, he chirps even louder. It's cute. But today he is very quiet and sleeping with his little wings shaking. I know it freaked him out and he is in shock. I just hope the shock doesn't kill him. I called the vet and they told me to watch for infection. So I'm watching him closely. He has placed himself right next to his little mirror on the cage floor so he doesn't have to perch. I keep checking on him all day long.
As for Ollie, I can't be angry with him. He is just doing what ferrets do best, get into mischief and play. He was not purposely trying to hurt the bird. He was playing. I left him in his cage for most of the day, though. I was a little angry with him and didn't want to see him for a while. He was just happy to be in his little bed with my nightie in it. We moved my nightie into his cage. It's the one he always snuggles into when he climbs in my pajama drawer. He slept in his little bed all day. Now he is sleeping under the couch.
I was really worried about how Emeli would take this. She came home from school and I broke the news. She was very worried about Louie. She ran over to the cage to check on him, but she took the news well. She has lost so many cats and kittens over the years, she just doesn't do well when one of her little animals dies. She was out here visiting when her little hamster died. She lay in her bed just sobbing while I held her. I told her that I would buy her a little bird of her own on the condition that she had to name it after me. She laughed so hard at that, that it helped her turn around and cheer up. We laughed about that for a while. But it was still hard for her to lose the little hamster.
So I am just keeping an eye on little Louie. I think the fact that he is a stubborn little stinker shows what a little fighter he is and why he survived. I'm glad.
Today in class we gave shots to each other. On Monday, we have to do blood draws. I'm going to be partnering with Amber and that is a relief. Today Amber and I gave each other shots in the hip. We each had two shots in each arm, two shots on our forearms and the only place left (which we have to learn to do) is a shot on the hip/butt. Not a lot of fun to pull my pants down a little in the back and let the teacher and Amber see my lovely little restaurant hips in the back. But now I will understand the embarrassment that a patient will feel. You have to lean over the table, butt sticking out, knees together. Not a fun position. We have to do three of those. If you stick the patient in the wrong part of the hip, you can jab them in the sciatic nerve and cause sciatic nerve pain the rest of their life. No pressure or anything!
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Tuesday
Today in class we drew blood from "alien arms". They are blocks of wood with a single "vein" underneath a latex "skin". Very hard to do. I did not enjoy it. I was partners with Ashley and I adore her. She is 17, olive skinned (her mother is Thai) so she has a gorgeous skin tone. On the first day of class I immediately knew she was a skater. She dressed just like the girls I grew up with in CA who were skater chicks. She is kind of tomboyish, but in a sporty way. She is an awesome snowboarder who is looking for a sponsor. She also has some kind of brain tumor. She is such a sweet girl, I hate to think that she won't get through it. She was saying that if she can wait until surgery this summer, her chances of survival are greater. She and I partner together a lot. She is a good student, cool under pressure and I know she likes to partner with me as well. We kind of laugh through the stupid things we do by accident.
Today, for Robby's work, we had to drive to North Salt Lake to pick up these signs that were mistakenly sent to the client instead of Robby. There is this pet store that we love to go to in Kaysville. Robby surprised me by taking me there. He always likes to do that. We'll be driving somewhere and I will ask him where we are going and he will say, "It's a surprise." and then he grins because he knows I will start trying to guess. They have this parrot habitat that is open so the parrots can just walk along the edge and "mingle" with the customers. They are completely hand trained and do not bite. I had two of them on my shoulders. They squawk really loudly just to get your attention. They will also wolf whistle and when I would whistle back to them, their eyes dilate and they bob their heads up and down. SO CUTE! There were these two little chihuahuas. They were play fighting the entire time. I put my finger in the cage and they transferred their aggression to me and started to play bite me and growl. It was hilarious. Then I asked them if they had a ferret. They had a baby ferret that was the brown sable coloring. It is only a few months old. Robby was in love. Now he is thinking that we need to get another ferret for Ollie to have as company. I can't imagine the mischief that TWO ferrets can get into. Holy cow!!
As we were driving home, I was playing my ipod. I played the German version of Major Tom. When I play that, Robby grins because he knows I am going to ask him to sing in German. He has this deep bass voice and it's so cute! When the chorus to the song came on, he broke out in German "4,3,2,1...Earth below us..." I always laugh because he pulls his chin down and sings so deeply and loudly in German. Because I'm laughing, he grins and sings even more. I love that!
So Emeli and I are painting rocks. As we walk outdoors, I look for rocks and collect them in a Walmart bag. By the time we get home, it's quite heavy. I usually ask Emeli to help carry it. We are painting rocks to put in my planter so that Ollie can't dig up my tree. I'm also going to sprinkle pepper in the dirt so that when he DOES dig, he will get a nose full of pepper. That should also discourage him...little beast. We are having a blast painting with the music cranked.
I just finished the best book called Water for Elephants. It is pretty graphic at times. Quite a bit of the F word, but it's the story of a young man who leaves college and joins the circus right after the Wall Street crash. It's fascinating to learn how the circus worked and the terrible treatment of the workers. I couldn't put it down. I highly recommend it. Now I am starting The Ultimate Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. Brett made me promise I would read it when I was done with my last book. So I checked it out from the library and will start it tonight.
Today, for Robby's work, we had to drive to North Salt Lake to pick up these signs that were mistakenly sent to the client instead of Robby. There is this pet store that we love to go to in Kaysville. Robby surprised me by taking me there. He always likes to do that. We'll be driving somewhere and I will ask him where we are going and he will say, "It's a surprise." and then he grins because he knows I will start trying to guess. They have this parrot habitat that is open so the parrots can just walk along the edge and "mingle" with the customers. They are completely hand trained and do not bite. I had two of them on my shoulders. They squawk really loudly just to get your attention. They will also wolf whistle and when I would whistle back to them, their eyes dilate and they bob their heads up and down. SO CUTE! There were these two little chihuahuas. They were play fighting the entire time. I put my finger in the cage and they transferred their aggression to me and started to play bite me and growl. It was hilarious. Then I asked them if they had a ferret. They had a baby ferret that was the brown sable coloring. It is only a few months old. Robby was in love. Now he is thinking that we need to get another ferret for Ollie to have as company. I can't imagine the mischief that TWO ferrets can get into. Holy cow!!
As we were driving home, I was playing my ipod. I played the German version of Major Tom. When I play that, Robby grins because he knows I am going to ask him to sing in German. He has this deep bass voice and it's so cute! When the chorus to the song came on, he broke out in German "4,3,2,1...Earth below us..." I always laugh because he pulls his chin down and sings so deeply and loudly in German. Because I'm laughing, he grins and sings even more. I love that!
So Emeli and I are painting rocks. As we walk outdoors, I look for rocks and collect them in a Walmart bag. By the time we get home, it's quite heavy. I usually ask Emeli to help carry it. We are painting rocks to put in my planter so that Ollie can't dig up my tree. I'm also going to sprinkle pepper in the dirt so that when he DOES dig, he will get a nose full of pepper. That should also discourage him...little beast. We are having a blast painting with the music cranked.
I just finished the best book called Water for Elephants. It is pretty graphic at times. Quite a bit of the F word, but it's the story of a young man who leaves college and joins the circus right after the Wall Street crash. It's fascinating to learn how the circus worked and the terrible treatment of the workers. I couldn't put it down. I highly recommend it. Now I am starting The Ultimate Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. Brett made me promise I would read it when I was done with my last book. So I checked it out from the library and will start it tonight.
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Sunday
Rachelle and her family came to visit us on Friday evening, intending to stay the entire three day weekend; however, snow made them have to leave early. It was nice while they were here, but it wasn't the same as other visits. We were all sick and just kind of vegetables. Usually we have a huge craft orgy of scrap booking and art projects with the kids. I was just not my usual crafty self. I have been on Zombie mode for the last week and a half. Rachelle was a mess last night. She had chills, she felt warm, she couldn't breathe, so I drugged her with tea and a mighty decongestant. They left early this afternoon because Logan was getting dumped on with snow. Jason has contracts to plow snow, so they had to hurry back. Zoe was also feeling warm and was up last night with leg pains, tugging her ears and screaming. Rachelle always worries that it might keep us awake. It usually wakes me up for a little bit, but since I don't have to get up, I just roll over and go back to sleep. I don't worry about it waking up our neighbors because our upstairs neighbors are THE rudest neighbors I have ever had. The mom is up at 4:30 am watching TV cranked, running her washing machine at midnight, etc. So I hope she was woken up and couldn't get back to sleep.
Yesterday while we were doing Robby's rounds, he was putting a sticker on one of the permanent signs. The person who made the big sign had made one of the arrows pointing in the wrong direction to the model home...duh. So Robby had to put a sticker with an arrow pointing in the right direction. While doing that, I was sitting in the car on the side of the road on a busy street, with emergency lights flashing. A lady pulled up across the street from us and honked. She motioned for Robby to come over so she could talk to him. We both expected it to be some city official wanting to complain about the sign. That happens a lot. We will be pulled over fixing a sign and the Highway Patrol or some power hungry city official will tell us we are in violation. Whatever. So Robby goes across the street to talk to her, weaving through traffic. She said, "Nothing really important. I just wanted to let you know that the Lord loves you." She is lucky that wasn't me. I would have said, "What the hell?! I already know that, you dumb bitch." I know, I'm so mean. But to have her risk my husband's life so she can tell him something like that, is so stupid. Then she honked at me, gave me a thumbs up and drove off like she had just performed a great act of service. Psycho.
Emeli gave a talk in sacrament meeting today. She later told me that she was so nervous that she was shaking when she took the bread and water. I told her that was normal. Her topic was meekness. We worked on her talk last night. She was really cute when she gave it. After she spoke, instead of staying up on the stand, she walked down to where we were sitting. She plopped down next to me and I put my arm around her. Robby later told her he was very impressed. She loved hearing that.
Thursday, February 17, 2011
The flu from Hell...
I have had THE flu from Hell and I am a survivor. I'm not completely out of the woods yet, but I have survived. It started last week. By Friday, I knew it was going to get ugly. I went to school, took the test (aced it, BTW) and came home. On Saturday and Sunday I lay in bed all day. I did my homework, read a lot and just laid around. Emeli was really cute. She made sure I had a drink, gave me otter pops, and made sure I was okay. I went back to school on Monday and after school, I cut out a bunch of hearts and hung them on Emeli's walls. I put words on her door that said, "You've had a heart attack". I put some chocolate on the bed with a pink Webkinz elephant. She is totally into Webkinz. Robby and I went to Walmart and bought each other inexpensive gifts (candy) and came home and exchanged them. Robby bought me a ring and a bucket of red licorice. I bought him a bucket of peanut MnM's (his fave). We had a chicken dinner and it was really nice. For the rest of the week, I have come home from school and literally crashed. I just can't get my energy back and now I have this stupid hacking cough. I sound like a smoker when I cough. I have been running on low gear all week. I will be glad when it is gone.
Today Emeli and I walked outside because it's really pretty and warm. I got tired really quickly and knew I had to turn around or I was going to be wiped out. I do not want to push it.
During lecture on Wednesday, our teacher was talking about documenting patient records. She told us we are not allowed to write in opinions, only facts. If we suspect abuse, we tell the doctor and let the doctor deal with that. I shared an experience I had with the class:
When Taylor and Freddy were little, I used to occasionally watch this little girl. Lori knew her mom and the mom was single, working and kind of white trash. At the time, Lori lived in a really raunchy part of Orem. It was very sad to see the situation these people lived in and it was even more sad to see that they had children living in these conditions as well. This little girl just loved coming to my house. She loved to play with the boys, she loved that I was home and she ate decent meals, could watch TV and play with toys. Her life was VERY tough. She had a history of lice and before I was going to watch her for the day, I wanted to make sure the lice was gone. If it wasn't, I would treat her while she was with me that day. I took her to the Health Department. The nurse looked through her hair and could only find dead nits so she was good to go and didn't need further treatment. While we were going through her hair, we noticed a cigarette burn on her forehead right at the hairline, like it had been strategically done so no one would see it. The nurse and I exchanged looks above the little girl's head. We both asked her about it. She gave us some stupid, lame excuse for what it was. But we knew. When I told the story in class, all the kids in the class gasped out loud. My teacher just shook her head and frowned. One of the students asked her if she had seen abuse cases and she said she had seen many. She said you go home and cry a lot when you see that kind of thing. That is going to be hard. I will want to kick the parents if I see it.
I have raised 4 children and I have lost my cool. I will freely admit that. Each child could probably come up with a few examples of me and my temper. For the most part, though, I was patient and understood when kids will be kids. I also knew when to walk away and get a break. I would NEVER have taken a cigarette to my child or purposely beaten them. I have NO patience for the women in Walmart who scream at their kids or allow them to run out of control. I will have a hard time seeing abuse and not saying something. I will have to duct tape my mouth closed.
Today Emeli and I walked outside because it's really pretty and warm. I got tired really quickly and knew I had to turn around or I was going to be wiped out. I do not want to push it.
During lecture on Wednesday, our teacher was talking about documenting patient records. She told us we are not allowed to write in opinions, only facts. If we suspect abuse, we tell the doctor and let the doctor deal with that. I shared an experience I had with the class:
When Taylor and Freddy were little, I used to occasionally watch this little girl. Lori knew her mom and the mom was single, working and kind of white trash. At the time, Lori lived in a really raunchy part of Orem. It was very sad to see the situation these people lived in and it was even more sad to see that they had children living in these conditions as well. This little girl just loved coming to my house. She loved to play with the boys, she loved that I was home and she ate decent meals, could watch TV and play with toys. Her life was VERY tough. She had a history of lice and before I was going to watch her for the day, I wanted to make sure the lice was gone. If it wasn't, I would treat her while she was with me that day. I took her to the Health Department. The nurse looked through her hair and could only find dead nits so she was good to go and didn't need further treatment. While we were going through her hair, we noticed a cigarette burn on her forehead right at the hairline, like it had been strategically done so no one would see it. The nurse and I exchanged looks above the little girl's head. We both asked her about it. She gave us some stupid, lame excuse for what it was. But we knew. When I told the story in class, all the kids in the class gasped out loud. My teacher just shook her head and frowned. One of the students asked her if she had seen abuse cases and she said she had seen many. She said you go home and cry a lot when you see that kind of thing. That is going to be hard. I will want to kick the parents if I see it.
I have raised 4 children and I have lost my cool. I will freely admit that. Each child could probably come up with a few examples of me and my temper. For the most part, though, I was patient and understood when kids will be kids. I also knew when to walk away and get a break. I would NEVER have taken a cigarette to my child or purposely beaten them. I have NO patience for the women in Walmart who scream at their kids or allow them to run out of control. I will have a hard time seeing abuse and not saying something. I will have to duct tape my mouth closed.
Thursday, February 10, 2011
blah...
So yesterday I went visiting teaching with my wonderful little partner, Leath. Robby had the car, so I had to walk to her house so we could go. She can't drive, but she has a car, so I drove her car and took us to go visiting teaching. I have been assigned all older sisters. I don't know why, but I have, and I love it. We visit Cindy Wagstaff, who just had a mastectomy done on her right breast. She has gone through hell and back with that one breast. Right now she is going through the reconstruction phase where they put stretchers in so that she can have an implant in just a month from now. They stretch the intercostal muscles (muscles that just want to be left sitting against your ribs and NOT stretched!) and it is a lot of pain. We also visit Cindy Scott, the lady who let us use her timeshare at Christmas time. She is my mom's age. She is a hoot. She is a convert and before she joined the church, she was a wild thing. She is currently married to her fifth husband and sealed to him. She told me once that she stopped finding her husbands in bars and lived a much happier life. She has three Yorkies and they literally bark the ENTIRE time we are there. They are lucky I don't own them because they would find their voice boxes removed. They love sniffing me ever since we got Ollie because he smells so nasty and they love it. :D
I came home from that and went straight to bed. I felt so crappy. When I go to bed in the middle of the day, I know I'm not doing that great. I am not usually a napper unless I am totally wasted. Emeli came home from school and I was in my long, flannel nightie. I love that nightie. It is so warm! Not very sexy, but oh well. It's warm :D. She put me back in bed, got me a drink and tidied up the house. I could hear her with her music playing, puttering around in the kitchen and in her bathroom. It was nice to just snooze lightly, knowing she was taking care of things like that. She also made dinner. Robby told her that she made a better dinner that me...hahaha! BRAT. Of course, Emeli grinned and loved that.
I forgot to say how when we were looking at model houses on Saturday and talking to one of the sales agents...he asked how old Emeli was. We told him and he said, "I would have guessed 15 or 16." Emeli perked right up. I glared at him and said, "Do NOT tell her that!" and laughed. He laughed when he realized why I said that because he could see Emeli gloating. She said, "Really?!" I teased her about that as we looked through the house. I kept saying, "Really?!" in a squeaky voice and Emeli would say, "Stop it!" and laugh.
Our little ferret is completely spoiled. We have let him out of his cage so much and let him sleep in my pajama drawer so long that he doesn't want to go in his cage at night. We can hear him tearing things up in there because he can't settle down. In the mornings when I go out to the hall to wake Emeli up, he is standing in his cage looking at me like, "Good morning! Let's start a new day of mischief." I don't have the heart to leave him in there looking like that, so I take him out. By the time we are ready to leave, he has nestled himself into my pajama drawer and fallen asleep.
I am distracted from studying tonight. I have a huge test tomorrow and I'm about 60% ready for it. This block has been really challenging: the heart, the lymphatic system, anemia and ECG's. I am a little overwhelmed by all that I have to know. Plus, I still feel crappy. So that is why I'm blogging...because I don't want to study anymore.
I came home from that and went straight to bed. I felt so crappy. When I go to bed in the middle of the day, I know I'm not doing that great. I am not usually a napper unless I am totally wasted. Emeli came home from school and I was in my long, flannel nightie. I love that nightie. It is so warm! Not very sexy, but oh well. It's warm :D. She put me back in bed, got me a drink and tidied up the house. I could hear her with her music playing, puttering around in the kitchen and in her bathroom. It was nice to just snooze lightly, knowing she was taking care of things like that. She also made dinner. Robby told her that she made a better dinner that me...hahaha! BRAT. Of course, Emeli grinned and loved that.
I forgot to say how when we were looking at model houses on Saturday and talking to one of the sales agents...he asked how old Emeli was. We told him and he said, "I would have guessed 15 or 16." Emeli perked right up. I glared at him and said, "Do NOT tell her that!" and laughed. He laughed when he realized why I said that because he could see Emeli gloating. She said, "Really?!" I teased her about that as we looked through the house. I kept saying, "Really?!" in a squeaky voice and Emeli would say, "Stop it!" and laugh.
Our little ferret is completely spoiled. We have let him out of his cage so much and let him sleep in my pajama drawer so long that he doesn't want to go in his cage at night. We can hear him tearing things up in there because he can't settle down. In the mornings when I go out to the hall to wake Emeli up, he is standing in his cage looking at me like, "Good morning! Let's start a new day of mischief." I don't have the heart to leave him in there looking like that, so I take him out. By the time we are ready to leave, he has nestled himself into my pajama drawer and fallen asleep.
I am distracted from studying tonight. I have a huge test tomorrow and I'm about 60% ready for it. This block has been really challenging: the heart, the lymphatic system, anemia and ECG's. I am a little overwhelmed by all that I have to know. Plus, I still feel crappy. So that is why I'm blogging...because I don't want to study anymore.
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Whew...
So I woke up with a headache and it has been following me all day. I think part of it is that I'm once again on the wagon with quitting Diet Coke. I binged on Diet Coke all weekend and now I'm back to water [sigh]. All good things must come to an end.
I forgot to post what Robby and Emeli gave me for my birthday on Saturday. Robby had been working with this couple in our ward. They own a business where they do laser engraving on wood. He had them laser my name with sunflowers on a box. On Wednesday, he went to pick it up and they had spelled my name wrong...Judy. They had to redo it. It was ready on Friday and Robby gave it to me on Saturday. I love it!!! Then, while I was on the phone with Freddy, Emeli and Robby went into University Mall while I sat in the car waiting for them. Robby was picking up the harmonica I had asked for for my birthday. I was so excited! It is not just one of those little Walmart types of harmonicas. It is a diatonic harmonica in the key of C, made in Germany and an authentic Marine Band harmonica. I was impressed. So Emeli and I blew it for about half an hour in the car while Robby muttered under his breath about being sorry he bought it...whatever. He was happy to see us enjoying it.
We are studying the heart, the lymphatic system and today we learned about anemia. I am in information overload. On Thursday, she will tell us what will be on the test and I will study from that. I have so much info, I don't know where to begin to study. I love learning all this stuff. My teacher is awesome and knows a lot. I am so grateful that I can learn all this and actually have a skill instead of just telling people that I can type 90 wpm. Impressive speed, but not much else.
Today Emeli and I walked. I was hoping that it might clear my head and my headache. It was COLD!! We came home with frozen noses, legs, ears, faces, but energized. My headache is now just kind of sitting on the back burner. Tomorrow it will be gone. I came home from school this morning and had a two hour nap. I love doing that occasionally. I just need to catch up with my sleep sometimes. I get up at 6:30 and it is killer (because I'm married to a night owl who can't settle down until around 11:00pm!).
I forgot to post what Robby and Emeli gave me for my birthday on Saturday. Robby had been working with this couple in our ward. They own a business where they do laser engraving on wood. He had them laser my name with sunflowers on a box. On Wednesday, he went to pick it up and they had spelled my name wrong...Judy. They had to redo it. It was ready on Friday and Robby gave it to me on Saturday. I love it!!! Then, while I was on the phone with Freddy, Emeli and Robby went into University Mall while I sat in the car waiting for them. Robby was picking up the harmonica I had asked for for my birthday. I was so excited! It is not just one of those little Walmart types of harmonicas. It is a diatonic harmonica in the key of C, made in Germany and an authentic Marine Band harmonica. I was impressed. So Emeli and I blew it for about half an hour in the car while Robby muttered under his breath about being sorry he bought it...whatever. He was happy to see us enjoying it.
We are studying the heart, the lymphatic system and today we learned about anemia. I am in information overload. On Thursday, she will tell us what will be on the test and I will study from that. I have so much info, I don't know where to begin to study. I love learning all this stuff. My teacher is awesome and knows a lot. I am so grateful that I can learn all this and actually have a skill instead of just telling people that I can type 90 wpm. Impressive speed, but not much else.
Today Emeli and I walked. I was hoping that it might clear my head and my headache. It was COLD!! We came home with frozen noses, legs, ears, faces, but energized. My headache is now just kind of sitting on the back burner. Tomorrow it will be gone. I came home from school this morning and had a two hour nap. I love doing that occasionally. I just need to catch up with my sleep sometimes. I get up at 6:30 and it is killer (because I'm married to a night owl who can't settle down until around 11:00pm!).
Sunday, February 6, 2011
Birthday
So yesterday was my birthday and it was a good day. We didn't get to bed until about 12:30am on Friday and of course, Robby made sure to say Happy Birthday BEFORE we went to bed..hahaha!
We spent Saturday doing Robby's rounds for his work. While doing his rounds, something usually comes up such as: a sign blows over and he has to fix it or someone didn't place enough signs or whatever. Yesterday's big drama was that we had placed signs along a spot where the HOA objected. So we had to take down about 10 signs. Robby has to dress up and usually his shoes are all muddy by the time he is done.
We stopped in one convenience store/gas station so Robby could clean the mud off his shoes and to get a snack. Emeli and I immediately went to the candy aisle; however, Emeli DID catch me looking at donuts. Okay, I admit it! I wanted to buy donuts!!! We saw this new type of drink that was called Neutrogasm. I immediately suspected what it was for, but was shocked that they would be that open. On the back it claims to help "circulation" and "enjoyment" "any time of the day". Emeli and I were reading it and saying, "Ew!!!" and laughing. Emeli noticed that there were quite a few missing from the refrigerated section...once again, EW! I dragged Robby over to see it after he had cleaned off his boots and he just shook his head and grinned. We bought a ton of candy (which Emeli sneaked into church and kept snacking on during sacrament meeting). Not so bad, except today is Fast Sunday...
We went to Zupa's for dinner: a yummy place for awesome soups, salads, sandwiches and desserts. Robby bought me a yummy piece of chocolate cake. I took a few bites and boxed it hoping to eat it on Sunday afternoon after three long hours of church. Not to happen!!! I woke up Sunday morning and was eating cereal, when Emeli came up and gave me a huge hug and said, "Mom, I loved your chocolate cake. I finished it off." I turned to her(good thing I didn't have scissors or a knife in my hand)and just stared. I said, "I only had like 3 bites of that cake and you finished it off?!!!" She said, "I saved you the chocolate covered strawberry..." I was not happy. Then she hugged me again and said, "Are you mad?!" "No," I said, "Just irritated..." I looked at the box that she had written my name on and there was just a dollop of chocolate from the top of the cake and the chocolate covered strawberry. I grabbed that strawberry and started eating it. I knew that if I left it around, she would eat that too!! As it is, she stood there watching me as if I was going to offer HER a bite. One little piece of chocolate fell into the sink and I told her she could have THAT! Then she said, "Mom, was that your birthday cake?" (and if it was, it was a little too late to do anything about it!) I replied, slowly,"No, but Robby bought it for me BECAUSE IT WAS MY BIRTHDAY!" She gave me another huge hug, literally draping herself on my back. I think she thought if she kept hugging me, it would make up for her EATING MY CAKE!! I'm kind of glad she did because it kept me from eating it and then I could really eat my chocolate birthday cake I made. Plus, someone in our ward gave Robby these huge brownie pieces completely smothered in chocolate frosting. I know it's because their son is a huge brat in scouts and they want to make up for his behavior. I found myself picking at that thing all evening.
I downloaded some sheet music off the computer and printed it and sat down to play the piano. I haven't played the piano in ages. It needs tuning and the keys are kind of needing to be cleaned...very sticky. I asked Emeli to join me. We sang "Mad World" together and tried to sing "Hallelujah" and then screeched out "The Luckiest" and gave up after we realized we sounded like cats. We both laughed hysterically after we realized we were meowing rather than singing. We need to practice that one. But it was very fun.
Very good weekend, very good birthday and like I said, I live with two of my most favorite people in the world and I am "the Luckiest"...
We spent Saturday doing Robby's rounds for his work. While doing his rounds, something usually comes up such as: a sign blows over and he has to fix it or someone didn't place enough signs or whatever. Yesterday's big drama was that we had placed signs along a spot where the HOA objected. So we had to take down about 10 signs. Robby has to dress up and usually his shoes are all muddy by the time he is done.
We stopped in one convenience store/gas station so Robby could clean the mud off his shoes and to get a snack. Emeli and I immediately went to the candy aisle; however, Emeli DID catch me looking at donuts. Okay, I admit it! I wanted to buy donuts!!! We saw this new type of drink that was called Neutrogasm. I immediately suspected what it was for, but was shocked that they would be that open. On the back it claims to help "circulation" and "enjoyment" "any time of the day". Emeli and I were reading it and saying, "Ew!!!" and laughing. Emeli noticed that there were quite a few missing from the refrigerated section...once again, EW! I dragged Robby over to see it after he had cleaned off his boots and he just shook his head and grinned. We bought a ton of candy (which Emeli sneaked into church and kept snacking on during sacrament meeting). Not so bad, except today is Fast Sunday...
We went to Zupa's for dinner: a yummy place for awesome soups, salads, sandwiches and desserts. Robby bought me a yummy piece of chocolate cake. I took a few bites and boxed it hoping to eat it on Sunday afternoon after three long hours of church. Not to happen!!! I woke up Sunday morning and was eating cereal, when Emeli came up and gave me a huge hug and said, "Mom, I loved your chocolate cake. I finished it off." I turned to her(good thing I didn't have scissors or a knife in my hand)and just stared. I said, "I only had like 3 bites of that cake and you finished it off?!!!" She said, "I saved you the chocolate covered strawberry..." I was not happy. Then she hugged me again and said, "Are you mad?!" "No," I said, "Just irritated..." I looked at the box that she had written my name on and there was just a dollop of chocolate from the top of the cake and the chocolate covered strawberry. I grabbed that strawberry and started eating it. I knew that if I left it around, she would eat that too!! As it is, she stood there watching me as if I was going to offer HER a bite. One little piece of chocolate fell into the sink and I told her she could have THAT! Then she said, "Mom, was that your birthday cake?" (and if it was, it was a little too late to do anything about it!) I replied, slowly,"No, but Robby bought it for me BECAUSE IT WAS MY BIRTHDAY!" She gave me another huge hug, literally draping herself on my back. I think she thought if she kept hugging me, it would make up for her EATING MY CAKE!! I'm kind of glad she did because it kept me from eating it and then I could really eat my chocolate birthday cake I made. Plus, someone in our ward gave Robby these huge brownie pieces completely smothered in chocolate frosting. I know it's because their son is a huge brat in scouts and they want to make up for his behavior. I found myself picking at that thing all evening.
I downloaded some sheet music off the computer and printed it and sat down to play the piano. I haven't played the piano in ages. It needs tuning and the keys are kind of needing to be cleaned...very sticky. I asked Emeli to join me. We sang "Mad World" together and tried to sing "Hallelujah" and then screeched out "The Luckiest" and gave up after we realized we sounded like cats. We both laughed hysterically after we realized we were meowing rather than singing. We need to practice that one. But it was very fun.
Very good weekend, very good birthday and like I said, I live with two of my most favorite people in the world and I am "the Luckiest"...
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