Saturday, May 3, 2008
Pictures of my Mother
These pictures pefectly describe my mother--- how none of us know how to put away the tupperware correctly... and well also when she has a knife... she is in control!
Kids Now Days
I disticntly told Amelia she was NOT allowed to write on her blog about my how frustrating blogging is for me......SO SHE WRITES IT ON MINE! What's a mother to do.
I love my Mom
Everybody please check out my Mom's new link list. It started off with a 30 min phone call, with the first 10 minutes telling explaining to my Mom how how to hit ctrl+c to copy and then ctrl+v to paste... well after 10 minutes I go so frustrated that I just logged into her blog and did it all for her. So now her gleaming link list is completed by me.
- Amelia
- Amelia
Saturday, April 19, 2008
My Mom Decides to Speak
This is a funny thing that happened a couple years ago.
Men and Purses
Why Daurell won’t hold my purse.
September 7,2006
Where my mother lives right now is called Logan House on 1400 North in Logan. She has been there for a few years now and is reasonably comfortable there. She speaks very little and only knows those that see her very frequently (therefore NOT ME, yet she is always happy to see me) and even then seldom, if ever, calls anyone by name. The facility has a wing for active seniors, an area with assisted living and a wing for Alzheimer patients (which is a locked, tightly secured area). One often sees various degrees of aging moving about the corridors. My brother Mylan relayed this incident to me.
After having taken Mom out to a family get-together, Mylan returned her home and was walking her back to her cottage. Slowly they trundled down the long hallway to the North Cottage door. Coming in the other direction towards them was an elderly couple. The man appeared to be a loving, care giving husband helping his wife along. With one arm through hers, he held her purse with his free hand. Ordinarily, one would smile and say hello when passing in the hall like that, but, my mom had locked eyes on the man from a distance and as Mylan and Mother got close to the couple, Mom stopped, looked right at the man and said, “Sissy.”
Men and Purses
Why Daurell won’t hold my purse.
September 7,2006
Where my mother lives right now is called Logan House on 1400 North in Logan. She has been there for a few years now and is reasonably comfortable there. She speaks very little and only knows those that see her very frequently (therefore NOT ME, yet she is always happy to see me) and even then seldom, if ever, calls anyone by name. The facility has a wing for active seniors, an area with assisted living and a wing for Alzheimer patients (which is a locked, tightly secured area). One often sees various degrees of aging moving about the corridors. My brother Mylan relayed this incident to me.
After having taken Mom out to a family get-together, Mylan returned her home and was walking her back to her cottage. Slowly they trundled down the long hallway to the North Cottage door. Coming in the other direction towards them was an elderly couple. The man appeared to be a loving, care giving husband helping his wife along. With one arm through hers, he held her purse with his free hand. Ordinarily, one would smile and say hello when passing in the hall like that, but, my mom had locked eyes on the man from a distance and as Mylan and Mother got close to the couple, Mom stopped, looked right at the man and said, “Sissy.”
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
Free Breakfast for Year
Free HBO’s from Comcast
Feb 15, 2008
Comcast is our internet, cable and phone service provider. I don’t know why we stay with them. It is always a hassle and is expensive (except I have to admit that I LOVE my cable guy, Johnny. He is prompt and helpful and gives me great advice on raising a boy.) One night I was on the phone with Comcast customer service haggling about what was wrong with the cable service. The rep I was talking to was trying really hard and was about as serviceable as they get, however, in going through all the trouble shooting he managed to mess up the cable even more so that we didn’t get any kind of reception. As an apology for our inconvenience he offered me free HBO (Home Box Office), a premium cable channel, for a year.
Robin was home for a short weekend shortly after that and as she was eating her all-time favorite cereal, Honey Bunches Oats, which she calls HBO’s, I told her the story that Comcast was giving us free HBO for a year. She lit up like when Matt LaFrandt asked her to Prom.
“FREE HBO’s FOR A YEAR!!!??? HOLY COW, MOM! TALK ABOUT SCORE!!...and wait...how did they know?”
I was puzzled. "How did they know what, Robin, and why would you be so excited about free HBO, you hardly live here." With great chagrin she said, “Mom! You know HBO’s my favorite cereal. Hmmmm, Comcast giving away free cereal, who knew life would get this good, hmmmm…that must be why those guys need to drive such big vans.”
Feb 15, 2008
Comcast is our internet, cable and phone service provider. I don’t know why we stay with them. It is always a hassle and is expensive (except I have to admit that I LOVE my cable guy, Johnny. He is prompt and helpful and gives me great advice on raising a boy.) One night I was on the phone with Comcast customer service haggling about what was wrong with the cable service. The rep I was talking to was trying really hard and was about as serviceable as they get, however, in going through all the trouble shooting he managed to mess up the cable even more so that we didn’t get any kind of reception. As an apology for our inconvenience he offered me free HBO (Home Box Office), a premium cable channel, for a year.
Robin was home for a short weekend shortly after that and as she was eating her all-time favorite cereal, Honey Bunches Oats, which she calls HBO’s, I told her the story that Comcast was giving us free HBO for a year. She lit up like when Matt LaFrandt asked her to Prom.
“FREE HBO’s FOR A YEAR!!!??? HOLY COW, MOM! TALK ABOUT SCORE!!...and wait...how did they know?”
I was puzzled. "How did they know what, Robin, and why would you be so excited about free HBO, you hardly live here." With great chagrin she said, “Mom! You know HBO’s my favorite cereal. Hmmmm, Comcast giving away free cereal, who knew life would get this good, hmmmm…that must be why those guys need to drive such big vans.”
Thursday, January 31, 2008
LDS Film Festival
So, after having been in Rexburg, Lesa and I went down to Provo/Orem to the LDS Film Festival. We definitely got our fill of movies. Besides going to the festival we hit the $1 movies, which are unheard of around here, and got caught up on some we had missed when they were first released. The film festival was fun, though. In my old age, I am finding my eyes are ultra sensitive to light so after a movie when the lights came up, I needed to put on sunglasses so I could see and to keep them from flooding. After each movie the producers, directors, and actors did a Q and A time. I am now determined to be in a movie before I die, so, I made it a point to give out my card to the directors and producers I met. You can imagine the impression I made as a middle aged woman (yes, I plan to live to 104) in sunglasses, with a wool scarf (fashionably tied) and red gloves handing my card to the big fish in the little pond saying, "I'd love to be in one of your movies, give me a call, Dah-ling!" I could have pulled it off it Lesa hadn't been behind me laughing histerically.
One note about the "LDS" part of the film festival. One would think, as I did, that the content of the movies wouldn't be something with which to be concerned. One movie was so bad we walked out after 10 minutes. It was so dark and violent and evil about a guy being prepared for lethal injection with flashbacks of what he did to get to that point. It had Minnie Driver in it so we thought it would be good. It will be in theaters soon so DON'T go see it.....who of you just asked outloud, "What was the name of it?" I'm not going to tell you. Fortuantely it was the last show on the last night at 10pm and we were tired and glad to leave. Wouldn't you know, though, I actually talked to that producer before the show and he said he would love to work me into a movie and we would talk after the show. UGH! Lesa and I slipped out undetected but he does have my card. If he offers me a role in something with rainbows (okay, not rainbows) in something with ponies, picnics and a grandmother in splendid shoes with an Arkansas accent, I'm all over it. Especially if I can trip and fall. (I told him I do my own stunts.)
One note about the "LDS" part of the film festival. One would think, as I did, that the content of the movies wouldn't be something with which to be concerned. One movie was so bad we walked out after 10 minutes. It was so dark and violent and evil about a guy being prepared for lethal injection with flashbacks of what he did to get to that point. It had Minnie Driver in it so we thought it would be good. It will be in theaters soon so DON'T go see it.....who of you just asked outloud, "What was the name of it?" I'm not going to tell you. Fortuantely it was the last show on the last night at 10pm and we were tired and glad to leave. Wouldn't you know, though, I actually talked to that producer before the show and he said he would love to work me into a movie and we would talk after the show. UGH! Lesa and I slipped out undetected but he does have my card. If he offers me a role in something with rainbows (okay, not rainbows) in something with ponies, picnics and a grandmother in splendid shoes with an Arkansas accent, I'm all over it. Especially if I can trip and fall. (I told him I do my own stunts.)
How Cold is Cold.....
Last week I went to Utah to go to the LDS Film Festival. I know, I know, there are a lot of you I should have called but due to the pressure of unseen movies waiting for me, I got distracted. First, though, with my two sisters, Jill and Lesa, and I went up to Rexburg to see Robin and go through the temple open house. We pulled into town late in the evening and stayed at a friend's house. Jill and Lesa hit the hay while I put on fresh chapstick to hit the college scene; ie: go visit Robin. The next morning we got up early to go through the temple before Robin's first class, only to step out door and be slapped in the face with minus 4 degree air with a wind chill of who-knows-what. It felt like the air had been sucked out of my lungs. I was reminded of some words of advice from seasoned BYU-I students, that being: never sniff in freezing weather because ones nostrils will freeze shut until said person is indoors. I observed. We went to pick up Robin and she came skipping out in her cute, black, patent (sockless) flats, no hat, no gloves, no scarf but did have on coat. In response to my motherly gasps of objection, she said, "Oh Mom, this is nothing!" From the time I put on my coat, scarf and gloves that morning, I pretty much didn't take them off until I got home 5 days later. When we got back to Logan to drop off Jill, people were walking around in their shirt sleeves due to a heat wave. It had warmed up to 14 degrees. I have been away too long.
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