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Lug Nut Man

OK, so this pioneer woman blog has consumed some of my precious Saturday time because I kept going from link to link to link....thanks, Robin....

Anyway....after I was done reading about her flat tire, lo, and behold! my own (hyperactive) husband (definitely not a Marlboro Man -- or any other cigarette type) was taking the snow tires off of my van and trying to teach number two-son how it's done. Hyper husband always has to be busy and productive.

Two-son does not look thrilled either. He also vehemently told me he didn't want his picture taken.

He is that not thrilled....

Hyper Husband called it a 'lug nut wrench.' MM called it a four-way.

I guess there are different names for it from east to west... like soda and pop; like bag and sack, like gene-ealogy and genn-ealogy, etc.

Anyway...I've got to go do something better with my Saturday.....

My friend Robin turned me on to The Pioneer Woman blog and sometimes I wish I could just blog like she does. She's so clever and such a great photographer. Like when she's in the jeep (Gator) on her ranch, perusing the lay of the land, and gets stuck in the mud and starts sinking -- BUT SHE'S STILL TAKING PICTURES!!! What crazy person would do that?! But I love it!
Anyway....she had a photo of her daughter on there and I remember taking photos like that of my children. The one at left is one of my favorites.
Diligent Zee teaching Jee-willy to love the piano as much as she did. Thank goodness at that time I had a good - manual - camera and snapped this shot. I just happened to have b&w film in there (but later changed it to sepia in my PhotoDeluxe 2.0 program--it's simple and easy).
I can still see them both dressed in pink, though.
Zee would not wear any other color from the time she was 4 and could dress herself, until...maybe 12 or 13 when her favorite color became black... (she likes pink again, though, I think...)
Zee so big sisterly and little Jee so spunky. Does she look interested in playing the piano?
She looks interested in the photo opp.
Thank heaven she did become interested in the piano when she was a teenager. She now plays beautifully and loves music. Perhaps this great shot had something to do with it?.....

Mother's Day Story

So Mother's Day was nice.

I went to church for the first time in 2 weeks due to allergies...

Then I had to go to work. I was MOD (Manager on Duty), but only on Sunday. Another one of our managers had kids and I figured since most of mine were not here, I would take the post. Besides, it gave Number Two-Son time to make me dinner....lol.

Anyway.....

There were some high-functioning ladies sitting at the dining tables after lunch so I sat down to 'chat' with them for a minute.

I said, "So how was your party yesterday?" (they had a Mother's Day Tea on Saturday)

MILDRED: What party?
JOYCE: I don't remember any party...
SUSAN: You had a party for Mother's Day with entertainment.
MILDRED: I don't know anything about that.
JOYCE: I don't remember....
SUSAN: Do you remember the entertainment?
MILDRED: I don't remember.
JOYCE: I vaguely remember....
MILDRED: Oh, there was a girl playing the guitar, I think.
Lorenza, one of the aids, interjected, "It was a boy."
MILDRED: Oh, was that a boy? I don't remember.
JOYCE: I don't remember. A guitar, you say? Well, so much for entertainment.
Lori, an aid, walked by and interjected, "It was a banjo."
MILDRED: I don't remember.
JOYCE: I don't remember either.
SUSAN, annoucing precociously: Well, I guess you're in the right place!
At that, everyone at the table -- Mildred, Joyce, Jean and Eleanor -- threw back their heads and laughed out loud!

I'm glad they have good senses of humor....

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Another funny story...well, funny now...


So for Mother's Day this year, 2008, after 30 years of marriage and four kids (... that's nine months of pregnant agony and who knows how many hours of labor for each child....) I got my very first Mother's Day corsage. (The YW had a fundraiser.)
I was sitting in sacrament meeting and saw all the mother's with corsages on their lovely dresses and figured I would have to resign myself to the fact that I just was never going to get one.
After sacrament meeting, my husband met with Jeong Myung Vest (YW leader) in the kitchen and got a corsage. I was talking with Wendie and Khyra Price in the foyer and husband came and handed me a corsage.
"There," he said with not much pomp and circumstance. "I'm out of the dog house."

This triggered a memory...

It was a Mother's Day long ago in the distant past when I had 4 little kids and we were in the middle of a harried Sunday morning getting ready for church.
It was 8:30 a.m. and I was trying to hurry everyone to finish breakfast, brush teeth, comb hair, get baby out of high chair, etc., etc. to get to church on time...
My husband appeared from the garage and shoved a bouquet of flowers from the supermarket in my face.
I paused to look at them, thanked him and kept on with my 'mom business.'
He said, "Make yourself a corsage."
I said, "Wha-?"
(He was serious!)
He said, "All the other mother's wear corsages on Mother's Day and you never do. So make yourself a corsage."
(did I mention it was 8:30 a.m.!!?? did I mention I don't own corsage supplies!!?? did I mention I had never made a corsage in my life!!??)
I gave him a 'look' and said, "That's because their husbands BUY them corsages from the flower shop!!"
He had no clue!!!


So...this is the first Mother's Day corsage I ever received -- and it's lovely!
I love it!
I changed out of my church clothes into jeans, but still wore it all day long!

Oh, and Number Two Son and Hyper Husband prepared me a very nice Mother's Day dinner -- steak on the grill, baked potato, asparagus and salad. Two-Son only made a few disturbing whining noises, but he did it.

Then HH made me a special dessert later -- a chocolate muffin, heated in the microwave, sitting on a bed of chocolate ice cream and he carved out the middle and filled it with chocolate ice cream and drizzled chocolate syrup on top. YUM! It was delicious!

Ah, Spring....

I haven't written in awhile.

Allergy season is upon us all. Today was one of the worst days so far. I ran from the house to the car this morning. I had to take Rusty to the groomer on my way to work. While I was driving down 5th Street, I had a stream of violent sneezes. I almost put my back out! Then my nose began running like a faucet. I realized I didn't have a handkerchief.
I dropped Rusty off, then went back home to get a hanky, take my inhalers again and popped a Suda-fed to stop my nose from running.

SHEESH!

Then they opened the door at the cottage because it was such a nice day and the residents wanted to go outside.
Why am I so cursed?
I can only enjoy the outdoors from the indoors.
And spring is so lovely around here. Our flowering trees were beautiful.

And the lilacs so intoxicating.
And now the azaleas are blooming.
Oh well... I was never sympathetic with Henry when we were growing up. He would sneeze and sniff all day long and all I could say was, "STOP SNIFFING!" I did not have any sympathy.
So my mom's adage, "If you are not sympathetic, God will make you empathetic," was proven once again.