It just seems right

Here she is with her cute sisters and Uncle Arnold, who is also very cute.

(Afton, Glenda, Arnold, Raona, and Ruth...just in case my kids wanted to know)

I have been lying in bed thinking that I really should wish Grandma Hall a happy birthday today, since I did just wish one to my dad a couple of weeks ago. I promise to be respectful, which means I can't share with you about half of the stuff that has made me smile this morning.

She is 81 today.

She has always been a mystery to me.

But this is what I understand: she had 4 sisters and she was to a tomboy.

She gave birth to 6 sons and that explains a lot. She also has 2 daughters.

In our family we take turns writing letters to her every week and I read the one she writes to us out loud, as in... we share it.

She has always had long hair and she used to wear it in a bun. When Scott was about 5 he used to draw her with what looked like two heads, one was her face and the other was her hair....it was awesome.

I am pretty sure she is going to out live me and that I will wake up many more mornings thinking happy thoughts of her.

If at first you don't succeed

I woke up this morning and wanted to blog. I love it when I wake up, I feel no pain, my mind is clear, and I feel rested. This all last about 10 minutes. Here are some thoughts and highlights of my week.

Since I have a rather violent reaction to pain meds, I am taking steroids. Steroids, make me feel like I live in fairy tale land, for which I am grateful.

I did have an MRI, the insurance approved it, and I am going to meet with the surgeon next week.

I have re-set my goals and am happy with what I am getting done. So it is not much, it is something. Almost ready to post pictures.

I went to listen to a missionary friend of Scott's in another ward and struck up a conversation with the lady sitting next to me. She knew my Aunt Verna. There is something so cool about talking to someone who grew up with your 90 year old aunt... truly a tender mercy for me.

I brought home a couple of new flowers (was going to post pictures, but it wouldn't work) gives you something to look forward to. You should also know that I bring home flowers like some people bring home stray cats.

I hope to blog soon about these two subjects: How to work with pain without meds. And have you ever looked at where your surgeon went to Medical School?

New sewing table

Where we lived before I had a sewing room. I had the greatest sewing desk in it. It had been my fathers work desk, it was large and heavy and long story short, Wes wouldn't move it. It ended up at a thrift shop. When we moved here, I got what I really wanted which was a sewing/laundry room. It is what I always wanted, except I did not have a desk anymore and I was on a folding table and it was just not stable. Well, I found this table at a garage sale the other day and it is sturdy, bigger and I think I am going to be very happy with it. Some times you just have to wait.
Todd had asked me if I would fix his new suit pants. I have to tell you, when he first asked me, before the wedding, I was like, "It coast me $75 to drive to Utah, surely someone else can do this." But when I saw them at the wedding, I wished I would have spent the money. Whoever did it, did a not so great job. So I spent an hour figuring out Katelyn's sewing machine (and it is a nice machine, thought about taking it home with me and seeing how long it would take her to notice) and fixing Todd's pants, which fit him better now.

As for this picture, I took my boat load of prescriptions and made a trip to the pool with the rest of my family. We decided to go for a swim and here is how the goose showed up. Apparently they dress different in Canada when they go swimming than we do here. :) I called her my little Canadian swimmer. She had a great time, it was warm, so I had a great time too.

On a final note, the insurance company is working with me again, makes me wonder if it was the blog. If it is, I should write another one, because they are giving me junk about working with Scott.

Happy Birthday and Fathers Day

This is a post for my children, because sometimes we just forget about it. My dad turned 79 yesterday, June 16, 1932. He was born in a hospital in Idaho Falls and weighed under 3 pounds. Because there was no NICU, they sent him home to a farm house in Amman Idaho. He lived in shoe box. They kept him on the open door of the oven to keep him warm and feed him with a eye dropper. It must of worked, he sure has grown. He was an only child and his mother died when he was 8. He obviously had a purpose in life. Not to mention that his birthday and Father's day almost always fall in the same week. Hey, if you forget one, you usually remember the other.

Now to start planning a party for him for next year. I was also thinking of a making him a quilt. He does like to take naps, so a nap quilt would be a good idea. Thinking, thinking, thinking... it's what you do when you can't be sewing, sewing sewing. But I am starting to feel better.

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President and Sister Nelson with Elder Scott E

We got some new pictures from Scott. This one makes my heart happy. They all look so happy. Scott's mission president is going home this month. He has done a great job working with him. I already sent him and his wife a thank you message, but here is a big thank you for all missionary presidents and families who sacrifice and take care of our children.

Still no Sewing

I am still not sewing, which, is making me sad. Last week I called the doctor and told him that since a perscription he had given me had run out, I was in a lot of pain. He told me I could not have any more of it...it wasn't healthy. So yesterday his office called to tell me they had refilled it because the insurcance company had denieded his next step until I took it for 30 days. Here is my problem, I have never made a visit to the insurance company, and as far as I know, the person sitting at the computer denying treatment has not been to medical school or is feeling my pain.

I would just like to say that Blue Cross of Idaho has once again made my head spin in their inability to take care of their patients. However, they have no problem taking in my inflated premiums. Am I the only one who wonders if we could do it cheaper without them?

I will find someone who will help me, but it just seems to me that since I pay insurance anyway, I should be able to use it.

Ours is not to Question Why

I did finish the quilt before I couldn't move. It turned out better than I thought it would. By the way Liz, I never would have guessed that it is the same pattern as the one you did for K@C.Here is one of the wedding pictures. I found them all to be a bit far away and at a strange angle.

I have no idea who these people are, except for Cyd
The goose took this picture, remember she is 6 months old
I have a lot of comments, about this picture, but will save them. As for the van, I have no idea why we needed a picture of it. Please shake your head with me, or for me.

I was looking forward to going to a wedding last week. This wedding had a special meaning to me as I have know this young man since he was six. I have seen him grow and mature and become very good friends with his family. We drove 700 miles to see him baptized. We went to the temple with him before his mission and had a lovely visit with him when he got home. When I had the opportunity to meet his girl friend, I even went to a BYU-USU womens basketball game. You may not know this, but I don't really enjoy basketball. The most I got out of that game was that the shoes were pretty. So I had no intention of missing his wedding. However, when I woke up and could not move my arms or neck, or get out of bed with out help, I realized that I could not travel to Logan. Let's face it, I couldn't even travel to Twin Falls or I would have gone to the hospital. I went to a doctor here in Jerome, and by the end of the day, I could get out of bed without help so I sent Wes and r. They spent the day with my boys and stayed home and slept -- good drugs. I was sad and have no idea why these things, but here are some pictures that Wes took for me.