has tagged me to list six unimportant things about myself. Wow, how can I limit it to just six? Hmmm, let's see:
1. I hate to wear shoes. Don't get me wrong, I love cute shoes and have way too many, but I refuse to wear shoes unless I absolutely have to.
2. I hate socks even more than I hate shoes. Rarely will you see me with socks on, even if I do wear shoes. I hate the awful toe seams that get bunched up in your shoe and drive you crazy. yep, most of the time my feet are bare naked. Doesn't matter if I am taking the garbage out in the snow, feeding the birds in the ice, sloshing thru mud...bare feet are the only way to go!
3. I love black and white cows. The more pathetic or ugly the better. I have them all over the house including a real hide on the back of my chair.
4. I don't like the taste of beer or wine. Seriously not even a little bit. I'm a Jack Daniels kind of gal. Suppose it has anything to do with the fact that it has a black and white label?
5. I can improvise like no body's business. Makes the Prince pull out the few hairs left on his head! Yep, I can use a butter knife like a screwdriver, a heel of a shoe makes a fine hammer, chewing gum to fix a hem in my pants (don't use double bubble though unless you are wearing jeans!)-whatever it takes, I'll make it work.
6. I drink coffee 24/7. Literally. Too many years of night shifts in CCU I think.
There, six useless pieces of drivel to bore you to pieces. I'm supposed to tag people, but I don't think that many even read this blog. So, play along if you were unlucky enough to see this post of way too much information about my silly self! Or not, I won't hold it against you. Well, not for too long at least!
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Monday, December 8, 2008
OK, I wanted to share with you the view from our front porch-well someday at least. When I talk about heading to the middle of no where all the time, this is what I mean. Some of the last undisturbed country in our great country is here. Unless you have been there, you seriously would not believe me.
But first, I want you so see Prince's mom in her favorite chair in her favorite spot in her home. The stove you see is the ONLY heat source this house (or her) has ever known. The large white box behind her is filled with chunks of coal and logs. Yes, I said coal. She was rather upset last year when we "modernized" the stove with the fan blower which is on the top of the pipe in the photo. Before that, if you wanted to get warm you better be standing in the VERY near area or it is downright nippy. But honey, stoke this baby up with coal and it is roasting! Everyone has tried to talk her into a pellet stove but NO WAY!!
Here is another view of the area from farther back. See those mountains in the distance? Gotta cross them on dirt road to get here. Yep!
Sunday, December 7, 2008
During our Thanksgiving trip, we also had to make additional travel for a birthday party for the Prince's uncle. They were having an 80th Birthday bash for him and despite the long way we could not miss this one. Uncle Bob suffered 3 strokes this summer and had complications following surgery to repair his carotid arteries. He is doing extremely well and NOTHING keeps this man down. There were literally hundreds of people who came by to wish him well and enjoy the party. These cowboys know how to party!
Look, a live band for a birthday party! How's that for classy? Not to mention the fact they were darn good too.
Below is the birthday boy on the right with his wife Betty. Look closely... Remember he has had several strokes and his coordination is still a bit off. The crazy woman still trusted him enough to two step with NO SHOES ON!!!! Here is the best part, he didn't step on her toes even one time!
The couple on the left is Prince's other uncle Clel and his wife Maureen. Clel has developed Alzheimers and has deteriorated rapidly over the last year. He still has some pretty good moments, but they are becoming fewer and farther in between. It is heartbreaking to see this strong, independant man losing his cowboy way of life before our eyes. He even knew us this time, which he didn't the last time we saw him in July. And seriously, when the music started-LOOK OUT! This old boy can dance and didn't miss a beat! Funny how you lose some parts and not others. Guess it is second nature to him as it didn't matter the tune, he knows the steps!
This one is precious to me. Prince and his 85 year old mom cutting the rug with the best of them! This woman is also declining rapidly, has had 2 knee replacements along with a hip. She is VERY unsteady even with her cane and her memory is also fading before our eyes. I'm not even sure she knew it was my Prince she was dancing with at this moment, but she was having the time of her life regardless. All night she kept saying I wish I could dance too, so they finally made it to the floor just before we had to leave. She is still talking about it today.
And finally, a very, very poor photo of the gang at our Thanksgiving feast. Well actually, this is during our second desert round but hey, what did you expect? Right before the Prince opened his birthday present which was a shiny new GPS system. Wanna mess with a GPS system? Take it to the middle of nowhere Utah and I promise, that woman gets so confused she doesn't know where to tell you to turn! Just remember, even if she says turn right, better make sure there is really a road there! HA! Thank God the Prince can navigate those roads with his eyes closed. Now, if only he can do the same with the GPS in our little city my life will be pure bliss!