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Why Not? November 12, 2011

Filed under: stuff — grandmamarie @ 9:40 pm

Richard has been trying to micromanage me all day, but I haven’t given in and let him be too pester-ish. I can’t remember everything he harrassed me about, but here are a few:

“Mom, when are you making dinner?” “When we all feel hungry. Probably around 6:30.” “Why not now?”

I was juicing some grapefruits and oranges to make sorbet. “Mom, why not only oranges? No grapefruits?” “Because I want grapefruit/orange sorbet.” “Why not just orange? It would be better.”

I made peanut clusters a couple of days ago and a friend suggested trying it with cashews so I did that today. They are good, by the way. I was breaking up a big, thick chunk of dipping chocolate with a hammer and a screwdriver. “Mom, why not just break it apart with your hands? It would be better.”

I was using a small cookie scoop to put the clusters on a pan. “Mom, why not use a spoon instead? It would be better.”

I bought a DVD today of an old Christmas concert by Celtic Woman. I was watching a show on Food Network, and I planned to watch the DVD afterwards. “Mom. Why not was your new DVD? It would be better.”

After the TV show ended I put the DVD on the TV I watch from the kitchen. “Mom. Why not use my big screen? It would be better.”

I was knitting a scarf using two strands of yard and giant needles. “Mom. Why not use only one yard? It would be better.” “Because it needs to have two colors. So two strands of yard.” “Why not use little knitters? It would be better.”

Apparently everything I did today could have been better if only I’d followed Richard’s plan. Oh well. Maybe another day I’ll do everything his way. Yeah. Maybe not.

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Happy May! May 2, 2010

Filed under: stuff — grandmamarie @ 9:09 am

Wow!  Time gets away from me!  It seems like I just wrote on my blog a few days ago, and it was really 3 weeks ago!  I have to pay better attention!

It’s happy May now and I love it!  I would love it  more if we were having spring-ish weather, but oh well.  Have to make sure Tina leaves a minute or two early for church today as she is going to have to scrape snow off her car!  This is crazy!

It’s getting to be another busy, wild time at school for me.  In the next 26 days we have to do year-end evaluations, Mother’s Day and Father’s Day gifts and cards, and caps and decorations for graduation and autograph books.  Whew!  That’s quite a bit of fun for me and a bunch of 5 year olds!

Rick is doing great.  He is still using oxygen during the night, but that’s about all.  He mowed the lawn last week.  Using the riding mower was easy for him, but he couldn’t do the edges and ditches with the regular mower, of course.  Way to much exertion.  Luckily, there’s a young man in the neighborhood who does yard work, so I guess we’ll be inviting him over.

Our summer project this year is to do some remodeling/redecorating in the basement.  It’s not huge remodeling, thank goodness.  We took our a wood burning stove and Jeff started working on removing the rock wall that was along the back and side of the stove.  It’s been quite a process!  Jeff says it wasn’t too hard to get the rocks and mortar off, but cleaning up the rock pile and debris is a difficulty!  Rick can’t help at all because there’s so much dust that would cause lots of problems if it got into his lungs.  Richard can’t help because lifting anything heavy or working hard makes his heart rate soar and then his defibrillator shocks him.  Since Tina is finishing up her senior year, along with working 3 jobs, she’s not home much.  I can help with picking up the little pieces and vacuuming up the dust, but poor Jeff has to do all the hard work.  Those rocks are heavy and they all have to be carried upstairs and out to the side yard!  My friend Lori is going to see if her group of MIA Maids wants to help us as a service project.  That would help a lot!  I better be thinking of some yummy treats to entice them!  🙂

Our ward is going on a Pioneer Trek in July and we went to a meeting to find out the details a couple of weeks ago.  It sounds pretty fun and I’m sure it will be a great experience for those who go.  I’m not sure the Morgan’s will be among the “trekkers”.  As we sat in the meeting, I was thinking that Rick and his not-yet-functioning lungs will have a hard time walking something like 10 miles.  Oxygen anyone?  I can’t walk very far these days because I have plantar fasciitis in my left foot and both of my knees are painful and creaky.  And Richard…well…you know.  The possibilities of problems with him are endless…heatstroke, heart difficulties, seizures, etc.  As we were sitting there, thinking about the difficulties vs. the fun of the experience, Richard had a seizure and fell off the bench.  Maybe that was an indicator of what our decision should be.  We’ll see.

So speaking of seizures, Richard had one in the shower last night.  Rick and I were watching a movie and heard a crash.  We ran into the bathroom and found Richard sitting on the floor of the shower with his back against the shower door and his left leg twisted around and wedged under Rick’s shower bench.  Rick was able to slide the door enough to reach in and turn off the water, but while we were waiting for him to “come out of it” enough to help him get up he got cold and started shivering so hard he was shaking.  We finally got him out and wrapped him up in towels until he could get dressed and go to bed.  Amazingly, his only visible injury is a cut and scrape along his left shoulder, but it isn’t bothering him.  I can’t see any swelling or anything, so I guess he’s OK.  He’s right back to normal this morning.  He’s a good boy.

Well, it’s 10:00 and I’m playing the organ in church today, so I better go get ready.  Off for lots of big fun today1

 

Christmas Eve, 2008 December 25, 2008

Filed under: stuff — grandmamarie @ 10:44 pm

Well, this Christmas Eve just may go down in my memory as the most – I don’t know – none fun?  No, it was fun.  Not so festive?  Maybe.  Just plain weird?  OK.  That’s probably it.

The difficulty started a week ago when I had arthroscopic surgery on my left knee.  I’ve been hobbling around for quite some time and finally decided it was time to take care of the problem.  So I decided that I would prefer to spend my two weeks vacation from school recuperating from surgery, instead of taking 2 weeks off in January because it seemed overwhelming to get a substitute, do all the prep work, and then let someone else get paid for showing up.  I still think I did the right thing.

Anyway.  Last Sunday, while I was still taking vast amounts of Lortab, our family discussed what we would do on Christmas Eve and Christmas.  Should we stick with tradition and everyone but me do the cooking?  Or should we take the easy way out and do something simple as far as meals go?  We decided to stick with tradition and made these assignments:  Piano Man – prime rib, gravy, au jus, sauteed asparagus, and mash the potatoes; Jazz – help with cheeseball and grapefruit slush; Fuffy – come straight from work (to be here so we could eat at 7:30) and set the table; Teeny – peel and cut the potatoes, make Chex Mix for Christmas Day, help set the table; Mom – make the peanut clusters and the salads, both of which I could do sitting down.  Oh, and rolls by Rhodes.  I know…but at least I realized making the rolls would be impossible this year.   The plan all  seemed simple enough…

Going back to my surgery for a moment…the surgery was on Thursday and my first physical therapy session was on Saturday.  That hurt like heck, but by the end of the day sunday, I could get around using a walker instead of crutches for a few minutes at a time, so it seemed like progress.  After therapy Monday I felt really good and started using the walker only, with the occasional attempt at one or two steps unaided.  Still good.  I only took two pain pills Monday night and Tuesday morning I felt great, and also bored.  I had Piano Man and Jazz bring my sewing stuff upstairs so I could work on a little project because I couldn’t stand to just sit around anymore.  Well, it turned out to be a little more than I bargained for because I didn’t bother to keep my foot elevated or keep ice on my knee because , well, it was too tricky and uncomfortable and I was sewing after all!  The project took longer than I anticipated and by the time I went to bed I had a terrible night, even with large amounts of Lortab and Ibuprofin.

By the time Wednesday came around I didn’t want to go to therapy, but it ended up helping a lot and once I got home I felt good again.  I know.  You would think that I might have learned a lesson.  Oh well.  I did, but not until much later in the day.  I ended up making the salt crust for the prime rib, which was no big deal.  I helped Jazz make the cheeseball, also no big deal.  I made the salads, which were incredible, by the way, but I decided it was easier to cut everything standing up instead of sitting at the table.  Mistake.  So, to get off my feet, I went to my bedroom and wrapped gifts.  Without elevating my foot and without icing my knee.  Oops again.  By the time 7:00 came I felt awful and was, frankly, a tad bit cranky.  Piano Man and the kids had everything under control in the kitchen, so I finally thought to put my knee up and ice it.  I also, happily, thought to take some pills.  Fuffy didn’t come and didn’t come and didn’t come and called to say he was trying to get away from work and would be here any minute.  He finally got here around 8:00, but he was hungry, tired, cranky, and not feeling so well.  So, we ate with not much conversation and when I asked anyone what memories they have of past Christmas Eve’s they all grunted at me.  And, besides that, we had so much food that NO ONE EVEN TOUCHED THEIR SALAD!  😦  At  9:00 we all took a nap and got up 30 minutes later to open Christmas Eve presents and try to be nicer to each other.  We sent Jazz to bed at 10:00 and he fell asleep right away, so we made Fuffy and Teeny help put the presents under the tree.  We all went to bed eventually and slept peacefully until Jazz woke up at 7:30.  All’s well that ends well.

Here’s the happy news:  The prime rib was amazing!  Yum, yum, yum.  And I took a picture of the salad so I can remember it and make it again when I feel not quite so crappy.  If I can get someone to help me, the picture will show up below.  If not, oh well!

Merry Christmas!

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A fun meme July 12, 2008

Filed under: stuff — grandmamarie @ 7:43 pm

I copied this from HSF’s blog because I thought it was so fun.

A- Attached or single:Truly, madly, deeply attached for almost 30 years!  WooHoo!
B- Best Friend: Piano Man, Hairyshoefairy, Teeny, PuzzledLori, Jo Who’s Insane, NurseEK, my mom (even though she died 19 years ago, I still have a lot of times when I think, “I should call my mom.  She would love to hear this!” )
C- Cake or Pie: Both!  Chocolate Rum Cake from Glaus Pastries in SLC and my homemade strawberry/banana cream pie
D- Day: Friday during the school year, Sunday always
E- Essential Item: Lotion from Bath & Body
F- Favorite Color: Anything darkish – red, forest green, dark blue
G- Gummy Bears or Worms: Bears – they make great counters for teaching addition and subtraction
H- Hometown: Salt Lake City until I was 32, now Tiny Town, Utah
I- Indulgences: Weekly date night, yearly anniversary trip
J- January or July: July – it’s way too hot, but I love driving around town with the air conditioning on, while  Josh Groban sings to me via my MP3 player
K- Kids: 4 – Jazz who is 28, HSF who is 26 and is married to NYDD and who has my sweet and darling grandgirl Peanut, Fuffy who is 22, and Teeny who is 16
L- Life is incomplete without:  Piano Man, the rest of my family, my friends, and great music
M- Marriage Date: September 8, 1978
N- Number of Siblings: 1 brother and 1 half-brother
O- Oranges or Apples: Both again!
P- Phobias or Fears: SNAKES!!!   EEK!!!
Q- Quote: “Bless this house with love and laughter.  Make us happy ever after.”
R- Reason To Smile: Hanging out with my grandgirl, my family, and my friends, and having students who tell me they love me 🙂
S- Season: Autumn – always has been, always will be
T- Tag Three: I don’t know many bloggers, but how about Loralee, Aliese, and Dominoe
U- Unknown fact about me: I was born in November and I have a beautiful topaz ring which I keep in the cool art deco box it came in.  My dad was 50 when i was born, and he was so happy to have a daughter at that late age that he went right out and bought me that ring and gave it to me on my 16th birthday.
V- Vegetarian or Not: Not!  Yikes!
W- Worst habit: Wow!  Too many to name.  One would be taking a nap every afternoon after school and not getting other stuff done.
X- X-rays or Ultrasounds: I don’t love either experience, but I’ve had many x-rays, as I have always had very breakable bones
Y- Your favorite food: Again, too many to name!  I am a foodie!  And it shows, darn it!  🙂  My very most favorites are potato spring rolls from Hamilton’s, Sour Cream Rolls, really good steak, and strawberry freezer jam.
Z- Zodiac sign: Scorpio

 

A great way to wake up June 22, 2008

Filed under: stuff — grandmamarie @ 7:08 am

I stayed up late last night because I could.  I was looking forward to a little sleep-in time because today is Stake Conference and it doesn’t start until 10:00.  So why not hang out at Macey’s a little longer on Saturday night, read a bit of a magazine, etc?  No 7:00 A.M. leadership meetings, no sacrament meeting at 9:00 A.M.  Just have a luxuriously late morning.  Whatever.

These are the five words that roused me out of a deep sleep:  Mom, the toilet’s running over!

Now, one hour later, there is a load of towels in the washing machine  (soaking in Clorox), the handy-dandy carpet cleaning vacuum thingy is rinsed, drained, and put safely away, and the suitcases that got wet because they were in the storage room that the water dripped into are drying nicely on the front sidewalk.  But!  We have a sparkling clean bathroom floor!  Nice…

Happy Sunday!

 

I am having NONE FUN! April 2, 2008

Filed under: stuff — grandmamarie @ 5:34 am

It’s 6:00 AM and I’m awake, but I don’t want to be.  On a normal day I would be up and around and getting ready for my day, but not today.  I’m up because I couldn’t stand to lay down on my battered old body one more minute.

Two days ago I fell off a chair at work.  OK, that sounds pretty stupid, I know, and in fact it was.  I stood on a little, kid-size chair to put some artwork on the wall.  When I went to step off, the chair tipped and I crashed off.  At first I thought my little class might be traumatized, but they asked me if I was ok and if they should go get another teacher, and then they went right back to playing.  I guess seeing your teacher laying in a heap on the ground is no big deal.  One little girl was quite concerned about the blood on my thumb and elbow and brought me a wet paper towel, but that was about it.

I could tell that I had a problem with my left leg and left hip.  After a few minutes I pushed myself up, only to discover that I couldn’t put any weight on that leg, so I dropped onto my chair, which was also painful.  So I got one of the kids to move a small chair over so I could elevate my foot, but that didn’t really help either.  I thought that maybe if I could get some crutches I could at least get up and move around, so I had my friend, L, borrow crutches from a neighbor and bring them to me.  L had a good laugh at my difficulties, especially after my class told her how I stood on the chair, which is against the rules, and how I made a loud thump and a big mess.  (I knocked a couple of piles of stuff on the floor on my way down).  It only took a minute to realize that the crutches didn’t help, so I finally called my boss to come in and sub for me and I called Piano Man to take me to the emergency room.

While I was waiting for them to come, I looked at my leg and realized that the left leg of my pants was stretched about as far as it could go because my leg had swollen so much.  Oh dear, I thought, that can’t be good.  Somehow, Piano Man and my boss got me out to the car and on to the hospital.  PAINFUL!

As soon as the nurse got my pants off and saw my leg she said, “Oh, dear!”  A student came in a said, “Ew”.  I looked down and there was a lump the size of a grapefruit sticking out of my leg and a bruise was developing on it.  The doctor had them start an IV in case I needed surgery, and to get some pain meds into my system fast.  Hooray for pain meds!  I was sure either my hip or my leg was broken, but after an hour of x-rays they said I just had a big, deep contusion.  They sent me home with ice packs and percocet and told me to keep my leg iced and elevated for a few days.

I have quite the bruise.  HSF’s blog has a picture of it.  Yuck.  My leg is starting to not hurt so much, but now the rest of my body feels like it’s been hit by a truck.  I discovered when I was awake at 1:00 this morning that I can put enough weight on that foot to get around a little bit easier, so hooray for that.

Enough of my whining.  I’m sure I’ll feel better if I can just get a few hours of uninterrupted, unpainful sleep, so I’m going back to bed now.

 

Prom memories, #2 February 26, 2008

Filed under: stuff — grandmamarie @ 8:35 pm
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My son, Jazz, is mentally handicapped. Always has been, always will be. (Well, almost always has been, but that’s another story for another day). Anyway, when we moved to our current home, Jazz was blessed to find a wonderful friend right off the bat. He was 10 years old, and this friend, Kenny, became Jazz’s instant pal. (I can’t refer to him by a fake name, because he’s just Kenny). They would play basketball in the driveway and walk to the local pop machine and talk on the phone and do other normal “friend” stuff.

The year Jazz and Kenny were both 16, Kenny decided they both needed to go to Junior Prom. Jazz was very excited, and we talked to him about having a date and minding his manners, etc. Well, we finally realized he thought Kenny was the date! We worked hard to convince him that he had to ask a girl (of all things!) but he finally believed us. So Jazz picked a girl in his special-needs class, a sweet young lady with Down Syndrome, and Kenny asked another special-needs girl.

Jazz and Kenny rented tuxedos and bought corsages and went together to pick the girls up. Then they all went back to Kenny’s house where they had dinner, then they went to the dance. We live in a small community, and one of the fun events of the year is Junior Prom. They have a “promenade”, where each couple walks across a stage as their names are announced. All the parents go and everyone claps and cheers and it’s really fun. We went to the dance to see the promenade that night, and it was so cool. I had known for a long time how wonderful and patient Kenny was, but this was the first time I really understood what a remarkable person he is. The announcer said Jazz and his date’s names, then Kenny and his date’s names, but they came out together. Kenny had his date on one arm, and was using his other arm to guide and shepherd Jazz and his date across the stage. He smiled and behaved as if he was with the coolest kids in the school. And you know what? Because he treated Jazz and those girls that way, most of the other students did too. It was a night this old, tender-hearted mother will always remember.