A bit of business

Boss and I were talking the other day and I was named travel coordinator for travels involved for the upcoming wedding of Mr. and Mrs. Lion. Basically, we figured we could/should coordinate rides from the airport (or car rentals). So, send me your itineraries, OK?

The week in retrospect

Late one night Razor and I were walking outside as I talked with Marty's mom on the phone. We were still in our complex, but a few buildings away. I noticed a car drive by slowly and then stop. I looked over and the driver waved at me. I waved back and continued with my conversation. The car stayed around. I looked over again, and the driver had rolled down his window and said something. I got close enough to see what he wanted.

"Actually, I wanted to get your phone number. I'd like to get to know you better."

"Um, no thanks!"

Razor and I continued on our way.

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Marty had a doctor's appointment earlier this week. We were taken to the exam room and the technician began asking about Marty's medications. I told her what he's on. Regarding one of them she asked how many pills he's taking per day. I explained that it's not pills but a liquid suspension and then went on to tell the concentration and how much he was taking per day.

"Right. So, how many pills does he take per day?"

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I went to work this afternoon, and on my way home the low fuel light came on. I decided not to press my luck.

Flirting with E

For the past few days I've been living on the edge. Mercilessly flirting with the "E" on my car's gas guage. Today we took the flirtatious relationship to the next level.

I was on my way home from work when the car suddenly lost power and instead of going 65, I was coasting. I tried to quickly and safely cross the four lanes of traffic to get to the side of the road all while losing speed. Yikes.

But I made it.

A few minutes later my visiting teacher and her husband rescued me with a few gallons of gas.

My silly flirtation with the "E" is over. "E" is dumped. I like "F" much better.

No place hops like Sonic

Most of my family is presently enroute to Utah. They're headed to family reunion. I love family reunion, and I'm a little bummed that I can't be there this year. On top of that, I'm a little lonely because Marty has been visiting his family this week. He comes home tomorrow.

But this post is not going to be about me feeling sorry for myself.

Tonight I got a phone call. My caller ID said it was from my sister Daisy. But when I answered the phone I quickly knew that it was not Daisy I was talking to. My nephew Sam was on the phone (being coached to say "hi"). Before too long he needed no coaching and was babbling away. I'm not really sure all of what he said. I caught the words Mommy, Daddy, Grandma, and Grandpa, but he said much more than that. I may have accidentally agreed to give him a '65 Mustang convertible for his 16th birthday. If so, I hope he forgets that piece of information sometime in the next 14 years.

There were a couple of times in the conversation when I heard people in the background asking if they could talk on the phone. No deal. Then the line went dead. I got a call back a few minutes later. Sam wasn't done with our conversation. So we talked about letters and numbers and Sam laughed and laughed.

Finally Dad was given the phone. He explained that they had talked about stopping at Sonic for dinner. I guess Sam got really excited at the mention of Sonic because he thought they were talking about me. And while they couldn't transport me out there to join them for dinner, they could let Sam give me a call.

Thanks Sam. You made my day.

A blog by any other name...

Would it smell as sweet? And what do blogs smell like anyway?

Any suggestions for a new name for this blog?

How many times have I tried to turn this truck around?

Back when I lived in the dorms, Boss, Mark, Taffy, and I would get together for family dinner. Often we'd eat in the Cannon Center. One time the Wilson Phillips song "Release Me" came on. Mark began to sing along--sort of. There was a one word substitution -- "truck" in place of "love," followed by "I don't wanna give up but I just knocked your roof on the ground."

(I'm not sure, but this may have been one of the occasions that milk spewed forth from the Boss's nose.)

Anyway, it was funny. Trust me. It also might help if you imagine an 18-wheeler doing a million point turn in a small residential street and knocking houses over. See? Told you it was funny.

Today when I was told that I'm going to be released from my calling as ward librarian, that's what I thought of--turning the truck around.

Appointments and Disappointments

We’ve been pretty busy lately.

It's been the best of times and the worst of times…. Marty is still recovering wonderfully. Last week he got his jaw unwired (Hooray!), but that ice cream cone will still have to wait awhile (Boohoo!). One of the nurses who worked with him last week had been a part of his surgical team when he first entered the hospital. She was amazed at how good he is looking and how much progress he’s made.

We spent much of today in the hospital for a procedure. We hoped it would be easy and no big deal. And that’s what it was supposed to be. But, oh, the pain! It made us both cry. I wish I could take all of his pain away. Marty’s been reading Harry Potter books lately. I wish I knew a magical spell that I could use to heal Marty. But it takes time. One thing I can do is pray. So that’s what I do. I know that we both have been blessed tremendously so far. (Thank you all for your prayers too!)

Here’s a funny story. The other night I popped some popcorn for me to munch on during a movie. But I haven’t learned how to make a batch of popcorn that’s the right size for just me to eat, so I had a lot left when I was done. Later as we were all in bed for the night I noticed that Razor started moving around. I thought she was going to snuggle in closer or ask to get under the covers, but instead I heard her plop off the bed. A few minutes later I heard some noises that let me know exactly what she was up to. Eating popcorn! The funniest thing was that when I went to the living room and caught her she tried to look all innocent. Sure she had a little pile of popcorn at her feet incriminating her, but she left the bowl on the coffee table looking untouched! Little Stinker.