Help

I'm too tired to write anything tonight but can anyone tell me how to get Holly's blog on my blog. It tells me I need an invitation. How do I get an invitation?

Thanks,

Mither

Up late AGAIN

disclaimer: mom wrote this post on January 30th at 1:48 am. Somehow it didn't get published, and while looking for another post that got lost I found this one! (I have yet to find the other one!) So enjoy mommy's silliness!!

~chelle



I am SO tired ! But I thought I'd write anyway. so here goes. Remember I'm under the influence of Ambien so don't expect much.

So my furniture came last Saturday and no one at the family said anything about liking it. Bummer. Oh well I like it even though the red is more rust than red. I'm hoping to save enough money to buy a light rug to brighten up the room a little. And them I'll get some white flowers to match the rug. My bedspread money will be gone again, Darn. Maybe that's a good thing since I want to paint the room. I'm hoping I can get Michelle and Steve to help us once they get moved. and I hope to paint it a different color. Maybe a soft greenish with just a touch of blue. I did use some of my saving to buy a white shag rug for my bedroom, It looks just great. It is small, only 5' X 7' but I love it. I may buy one like it for the living room, An 8' X 10' though. I just LOVE decorating. If anyone in the family or Flee would like help just ask.

Well, back to bed now.

Lubs and Hugs,

Mither

I don't know

What's the deal with my computer? It won't show Michelle's last post about breaking the window and Steve's job. I wonder how many others I missed the same way?

That's a real bummer about Joshie, Stace. I wonder if it would help if I came over and read with him?

Another bummer that I found out about yesterday is that our deductible on our homeowners policy is $500.00

Be sure to read and vote on my last blog. Please.

(Yawnnnn) Lubs and Hugs,

Mither

Bad news warning. You may not want to read this post.

So I've had a bad time with the fibro Friday afternoon and night and then again all day on Saturday. Hummm. I am needing to be so careful lately about what I do. I hardly went out at all last week and still had trouble. Then to top it all off, Dad was told on Friday that he is going to have to take a week off every month for six months without pay. On top of that (on top of the top?) Steve and Michelle broke one of the big windows in the garage. Now we have white poster paper taped up to keep the cold air out and Steve couldn't get the blinds to go all the way down on that window so it looks even tackier than ever.

So there must be something good that I can write about..... Hummmm again.

Steve got a job. YAAAAAAAY STEVE AND MICHELLE (sorry to steal your thunder, Michelle, but you didn't mention it so I figured I would.) Michelle can fill you in on all the details in her next post.

YAAAAAY for us.... We finally got our couch delivered and I am much happier than I thought I would be with how the room looks. I really like the way we have the furniture arranged and am glad I decided not to buy a coffee table because it would make the room look too crowded. I still want to buy a rug and I have the money saved for it. Actually, its the money I have been saving for a new bedspread but I think I want the rug more and with the cut back in our pay, I'm pretty sure it will be quite a while before I can save enough for both. Hummm. I'm going to have to give it more thought to decide for sure which I want most.

So, maybe I'll put it to a vote. Tell me in your comments which you think I should get first.

I just thought of another good thing. It's possible that our house insurance would pay to get the broken window fixed. Wow, that makes me feel really good.

I've thought of two other good things. One, I really enjoyed church today. It was so nice to have Joe with me. (I sure hope I die before Joe because I can see I would make a very bad widow. I missed him so much on Sundays when he was at his student ward, I can only imagine how bad I would feel if he were gone for good.) And the second is that the fibro didn't get bad until about 7:00 tonight. I'm am SO blessed to have medication that helps the sickness and pain go away.

Well, at least I ended with some good things so maybe this post wasn't so bad to read after all.

Be sure and vote on the rug or the bedspread.

Hugs to all,

Mither

Macaubra

I had composed a nice long post about all the nice things I got for my birthday and somehow lost it. It's getting too late to do it all over again so I'll just say thanks everyone for a great day and see if Michelle can find it for me and publish it again.

Again, Thanks Jenn, Jan, Emilee, Karla and Seth, Stace, Michelle and Steve. Those who called and those who wrote blogs and commented on them.

Lubs and Hugs to all,

Mither

Happy birthday to me, and happy funeral as well

So my birthday is actually on the 5th. I'll be 61 years old. My body feels that old and my mind with it's crazy memory (or lack thereof) remind me that I have lost something along the way. Oh well. I can watch movies more than once and be surprised all over again because I don't remember the ending.

And since my long term plan is to die at 72, I suppose I'll lose a few more of my faculties by then and be totally ready to move on to a happier sphere. However, I may be twinkled by then and the whole plan will be moot. Joe totally plans to be twinkled sometime soon, in the next 10 -20 years or so, which if that is the case I may hang on a little longer. I just really don't want to end up having to depend on my children or go into a rest home like Mother.

If I could lose 100 lbs or so it would be easier for my children to take care of me but I still wouldn't want them to have to do it. And if I were to get Alzheimer's I definitely would want to go into a rest home to end out my days. (heaven forbid but it could happen)

I also, don't want any special means to keep me alive if it means a feeding tube or artificial respiration or anything of that nature. If I can't have any quality of life I hope you will all agree to let me die with dignity. And don't let them do an autopsy or donate any of my organs.

My last wish is for you to sell the furniture and divide the proceeds equally among you unless there is something each of you want especially to remind you of us. I hope that will cause no hard feelings or schism in the family. It can happen in the best of families.... I hope it doesn't in our s.

At my funeral I would like the opening song to be P.114 "Come Unto Him," both verses. Then, I would like David, Jonathan, Michael, Adam, or Seth to be the first speaker,(work it out by drawing straws) Then I'd like one of the four girls to speak, drawing straws as well. for a rest hymn I'd like someone to sing the solo "Oh De vine Redeemer." If Jarin Stevens is around ( from the Jacob's Ranch 1st Ward) I'd like him to sing that. Then if Dad is still alive, I'd like him to speak on the Plan of Salvation and the Atonement. Then the Bishop to say a few remarks and end with the hymn "How firm a foundation," singing verses 1, 3, 4, 5, & 7.

I'd like Uncle Joe to dedicate the grave, if he is still living. If not, one of my sons. If possible, at the graveside service I'd like my children and grandchildren to sing "The Sweetheart Tree."

I didn't mean to get into all this but as it came up, it was convenient to write it all out so everyone would know.

So, Happy Day to All,

Mither

Bugged after all

So after having my new love seat for a week I've decided I don't like the red with the brown. I really bugs me that this happens to me. It's not that I don't like the couch.... I don't like the brown carpet and tan walls. And since I don't see Joe painting the walls or being able to pay a for a new paint job or a new carpet again, I'm stuck. Besides, I like the red couch better than anything else I saw at the store. But the room looks so drab.

I had a dream this morning that I redecorated with the brown carpet, a black couch, a white shag rug and blue highlights. It was striking in the dream and I just noticed that Michelle use those very colors in my blog background. I could still take the love seat and recliner back and buy black furniture and the rug but I still can't see Joe painting the walls.

I've decided to keep the couch, love seat and recliner and just buy a white shag rug like the one I have in my bedroom only larger. At least the room won't look so drab (and maybe we can get the room painted when I can save up the money for it.)

I guess I shouldn't complain. But it does bug me that I go to all the trouble shopping and thinking and planing and end up not liking it. I guess I should hire a decorator. My one consolation is that Melissa painted a room in her old house THREE times because she didn't like the way it turned out. I'm sorry she had to go to all that work but it comforts me to know that someone with as good a taste as she has got it wrong twice too. These are such expensive mistakes though. Luckily, I love the furniture in my bedroom and the end table and couch table I bought. Now I will just have to look forward to painting asap.

I do hope to get my bedroom painted this winter. We are going to ask Steve and Michelle to do it for us as part of their rent. I guess when you read this, Michelle, we won't have to ask you as you'll already know. We were waiting to ask until you got settled in downstairs. Hope you both will be willing to help out as it is much too hard for Dad or I to do it anymore.

The latest on my using a cane is that I still need it. Fortunately, I've only kicked it once since the last time I wrote so my little toe has had some time to recover. (I know this is riveting information but Michelle tells me to write about anything, just so long as I write)

I've had a flareup of fibromyalgia again so I have been trying to rest more lately which gets very boring. It seems to be calming down some now, though, so maybe I can start do a little more.

Ems, I'm sorry your kids are sick. Emma looked really bad last night when she was at our house. But she talked with me for a few minutes about the toy box which was a big deal for her. I hope they are better so you can go to grandma's with me Friday.

Well, I can't think of anything else to say of substance and I refuse to write about being bugged about how the microwave makes red rings around my plastic soup bowls when I cook Tomato soup in them. (Opps, I just did. Oh well, that's for you Michelle)

Lubs lubs,

Mither