Well. It has been a week. I'm not sure what happened to me, except I was all kinds of busy. Still, I was on the computer so I guess I really should have done a post or two. Someday. Someday, I'll get it all together. It seems just not this week.
So here goes for another Seven for Saturday, only in daily fashion:
Sunday: Oh, Mother's Day! As a young mother, I always felt bad about Mother's Day. Sacrament meeting was a lesson in humility, as I listened to talk after talk about all the super mom's in my ward, then seeing the super mom's families of perfectly dressed children, all done up with perfectly done hair, and their talks of being so happy to receive that *awful* gift from their children that they had made at school. And here I was, with my boys looking like they had pulled their white shirts out from under the bed (which they had) and the girls, of course in matching dresses, but with hair looking like the Scarecrow's. And the fighting. Aagh! The fighting! Oh the guilt of it all! Then I went to an Education Week class by John Lund. He told me the sweetest thing! If you lose all your expectations, you won't have any frustrations! From that point on, I don't mind Mother's Day. I've given up all expectations of what would be an "ideal" Mother's Day, and just gone with whatever happens on Mother's Day is great. I'm okay with that. I've also given up what I think I should be doing to be the "ideal" daughter and granddaughter. I've come to peace with the fact that I'm not perfect, and I'm never going to be. I can do what I can do. Now, that being said, (Whew, that was long!) Mother's Day for a missionary mom is pure, pure gold! I talked to my Missionary!! Oh, he sounds good! We talked about how fast time is going (6 months) and how he is keeping a good attitude during a very trying transfer, and how he is being blessed for that good attitude and hard work. Oh, he sounds good. I miss my boy.
Monday: I started making the tickets for our dance recital. I think I've mentioned a time or thirty, that I work for our dance studio to pay off my tuition. I do all the crafty details that they need done, and run interference at performances and such. Not to strenous. So tickets, 3 shows, 500 tickets each, 10 tickets per sheet of cardstock... you do the math. Ugh. I printed out 150 sheets of cardstock and am even now in the process of cutting them out to sell. As it is quite a process, you will see me with my bag of cutting board, ticket sheets, rubberbands, and container to keep cut tickets in, everywhere I go. If there's a spare minute, I'm setting up camp, and bringing it all out. So far it has served me well, and I'm done cutting out the tickets for one show. Only two more to go!
Tuesday: My sweet, sweet 100 (and 2/3) year old Grandma had to have surgery. She had a blockage in her bile duct and she was SO jaundice. She was not just yellow, but almost completely orange! She said to me, "I know I'm yellow now, but I couldn't see myself before, so I didn't know." Wow, Grandma, get someone to come in and look at you once in a while. Her lovely, lovely hairdresser, Eileen, came to get her to do her hair, and said, "Maxene, you are a little yellow," which in fact was a huge under statement, she will freely admit, but she didn't want to alarm my grandma. I love Eileen! She is a great lady. *Anyway*, so dear Grandmama had to have surgery. The doctors said they will do surgery on someone this old under two circumstances. One, that they are able to withstand the procedure, and two, if it will make the person more comfortable in their daily life. So, my grandma, a pretty tough ole bird, is a candidate for that because she fits the requirement. Problem, they can't do the surgery ANY WHERE near to where my grandma lives because her home town is so small. She had to travel two hours to the nearest "big" hospital for the surgery. My grandma hasn't been that far away from her house in I don't know how long. We were all a little worried. Problem, her doctor can't perform the surgery. He isn't a surgeon. So new doctor. Grandma not confident. Yikes. The town they went to is only a couple hours away from where I live, so I went down with my dad, her son, and helped get her ready for the surgery. It was wonderful to be able to serve her a little, as she has served me most of my life. The surgery went well, except for the small problem of when they went to remove the "stone" that was supposedly blocking the duct, they instead found a cancerous tumor. Whoa. Didn't see that coming. The cancer is the kind that is really slow growing, and so the doctor put in a shunt that will keep the duct open so no more yellow, but will not do a surgery to take out the cancer. Too invasive for 100 years old, and really, how much longer does she want to live? NOT LONG!! (Remember how she is the one that always is mad when someone else dies before her. *Rolling of eyes*) We were all a little worried how Grandma was going to take this news, but really she was like, Yes! I only have to live another couple of years. Well, good for you. Taking the high road on that one.
Wednesday: Playing catch up all day with laundry, dishes, lunch, etc. For lunch, we had breakfast. I love breakfast for lunch. Bacon, pancakes, french toast. And I have rediscovered scones. You know the kind, fried bread dough kind. OH, yum. The kids totally enjoyed that and luckily, I had about a lot of food, because I had 20 kids here today. 20 kids. I sewed at my sisters house for a couple of hours. We made the banner for Mr. Moses Lake (Friday!) I also went to bed early with a migraine. That is two days in a row this week, and I had two in a row last week. Weird.
Thursday: Not much new here. Work, home, clean. I had to work at the studio selling recital stuff. Long night. I was there until 7:00, then home to make candy kisses roses for the bouquets for Mr. Moses Lake (that's Friday). Then to bed.
Friday: Work in the morning, then lunch with the kids. OK, is the weather we having just a little weird? It went from being around 65-ish, to being in the 90's. Crazy. So for lunch, we had taco soup, in 90^ weather. Sorry guys! It was all I had! After lunch, I went to lunch with my Very Good Friends, Cindy and Lori. This is for you Jill. I had what I always have, a bagel sandwich. (She always describes what she has for lunch. Mine was just not that exciting, but oh, so delicious.) After lunch, it was home to finish bouquets, and make a sceptre for the big pageant. Mr. Moses Lake is actually a spoof on pageants where a bunch of senior boys are chosen to compete pageant-style for the sceptre, umm, title of Mr. Moses Lake. This is NOT, I repeat, NOT a scholarship pageant. (Okay, that was a stab at Jr. Miss and I really shouldn't do that, but I can't help myself. Sometimes, they get a little sanctimonious.) People, can I just say, oh my. That was the funniest thing I have ever seen, and I loved every minute of it. We had eight contestants and they were awesome! AWESOME!! The boys took it seriously to be funny, and that is exactly what we needed. So great. I took a million pictures and I'll post some, because really, you have got to see this. Funny.
Saturday: Today, catch up blog, catch up booster club, catch up dishes, catch up laundry. It's a catch up kind of day.
Until next time,
Love, me.
