I had quite the weekend! Started out slow enough. I got my kids ready and their things packed and mine too. We headed down to St. George where my kids would be spending the night. I got ready and very freaked out went to this class reunion. It was at a residence that was huge and amazingly gorgeous, complete with a pond that you could take a paddle boat ride on. Immediately I was surrounded by about 7 girls from my class. I was happy to know that I remembered all their names. As the night progressed I was able to calm down and just relax. It was so nice to see so many people and have a good time. Upon leaving there I went over to my friend Andreas house where we had a couple of beers (I had two so I wasn't all drunk mind you, or even slightly buzzed, this is Utah after all.) We hung out for a couple of hours with Andi, her husband Keith and some of their friends. I hadn't seen them in so long and it was like we had started right where we had left off. Her husband and I exchanged insults and laughed. We even decided to make a late night Denny's run for old times sake. We laughed at the youthful people around us, remembering that it used to be us. We had some insane good times and giggled til our sides hurt and we were crying. I went to my folks' house and crashed on their couch. The next morning my kids and I loaded up into the van and headed to Vegas. I was exhausted but still enjoying myself. It was my cousin Lisa's daughters birthday party. The party was at a splash pad. I went to my Aunts house so they could lead me to where I was going. My Grandma came and rode along with me. She is so confused. I love her to death, but being 89 years young, she has her problems. I think about five times she asked me where we were going and another five times asking me whose birthday it was. What do you do tho? I didn't want to make her feel bad by getting frustrated so I just played along and pretended like it was the first time she asked. The birthday party was fun. Carys got to play with her cousins and seemed to really enjoy them. My kids of course had a blast. So it was a great time. After a couple of hours I headed out of Las Vegas. I had to get updates from people about the Broncos game, luckily Tom recorded it for me. It was a great game! I had dinner at my parents house and then came home. It was such a busy weekend, so tiring, and I loved it. I really wish that all weekends could be this enjoyable. My kids were tuckered, Colton even went to bed willingly. That is a rarity.
I also decided to register to be a marrow donor. That is so funny cause it involves needles. I got my packet yesterday and I was reading the literature. If I am a match I would have to get a shot every day for five days and then if they don't have to do surgery to get it out of my bone, they will stick a needle in one of my arms to draw blood out, send it to a machine to separate the cells that are blood generating and then send the rest back into me via another needle in my other arm. MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Think I will call A&E to do a one hour special if I ever get called upon to do this. I could win an Emmy for me and needles are hilarious. I am scared to DEATH of them. But I will willingly do it if it means saving someones life, or giving them a better chance. So just you wait for my TV special. If you are interested in becoming a donor, I registered at bethematch.org .
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
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Bless you Jamie for being patient with your grandmother. The last few years before she passed away at 86, my Mom was very confused too and would ask the same things over and over. Sometimes she would catch herself and say "did I already ask you that?" It would frustrate her because she always took pride in having a good memory. We did like you and answered as if it was the first time she asked. It's so great that she is able to enjoy her great-grandchildren and that they will remember spending time with her. My great-nieces who were 5 and 2-1/2 when my mom passed away still talk about their "Grit-Grandma"!
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