I am becoming quite daring in my old age. I finally decided to do something I have had the opportunity to do for many years but didn't see the need. Yesterday, I did it. It wasn't that I was afraid or anything like that before, I just didn't want to. I didn't see the necessity or have the desire. Maybe I was being stubborn and taking a stand. I don't really know the reason. But the other day I decided we needed to do this together. What was the big step? I got on the 4-wheeler!
Yes, my dear children, mother drove the 4-wheeler! Now, I have been on it before. One fall day Dad was trimming the willow tree and needed someone to pull the rope to guide a big branch, so I moved the machine back and forth helping him with the work. But I don't think that actually counts as driving it. I know all the kids love to ride with Grandpa, and even enjoy "driving" it themselves, but I just haven't ever desired to be in control of that thing.
But the weather has been so nice lately, and I have felt so much better and wanted to do something different after school. Garth has not been working at the station on Tuesday and Thursday afternoons, so he is home at 2:00 (sometimes later now that track/baseball season has started, and the water is finally in), so I have more reason to leave school early and get home. But what do we do with our time? I decided we needed to go for a ride. We are really looking forward to our first trip to the mountains the weekend school is out, and we have talked about taking the two 4-wheelers and just riding along the roads and on a few trails. I like that idea just spending some time together. We haven't really taken the time to do much of that and we are looking forward to it. But I thought I would need to try it out on a smooth road first. So we did.
Last night we rode up around the cemetery (Lexi and Kaydon's favorite place to go in Orangeville...), up to the Coal Haul Road, down past Industrial Electric and across to home. Big outting for me! But just what I needed. It was a great time with my hubby. Being with him was probably the best part of it, but learning to drive the machine was an added feature. I am really looking forward to more times with him this summer.
Got to get going. It seems like I get later and later getting to school every day. I think I have spring fever.
Friday, April 24, 2009
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Happy Birthday, Sweet Alexis
The sweet baby who gave us our first experience of being grandparents is now nine-years-old. What a great blessing she has been in our lives. We love her so much. Not more than the others, but as all parents know, special in their own special way. She has taken on so many responsibilities in her short little life. She is such a good helper to her mother, and sweet sister to her brothers. I saw her do the sweetest thing thing morning. She came out of her bedroom to the living room where Grandpa was sleeping on a "blow-up" mattress with Kayden. She was carrying her new birthday gift from Aunt Nicky, a bunny rabbit. She knew that Kayden liked to hug the bunny, so she lifted up the blanket and laid the bunny next to him, then covered them both up again. What a sweetheart. I am so glad she is my little sweetheart. She has taught me to love my grandchildren and get excited for each one. I hope you have a very happy birthday, little Miss Alexis Maree Gale!
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Happy Birthday, Chantel
Today I am a person with few words, just because I can't seem to get going in the mornings any more. Just want to say Happy Birthday to Chantel. Let's see, you can 29 years and be speaking the truth. Oh, sorry, I shouldn't have let the secret out. We hope you have a quiet, uneventful day with lots of down-time. Enjoy having your husband home and those cute kids around. As for me, I am taking twenty-four 8-9 year olds on a trip to Smith's to learn about eating good food, a tour of the hospital, and an afternoon bowling. Sound fun? Want to come along? Should be a blast!
Enjoy your day!
Enjoy your day!
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
April Wind showers and other things
The wind has blown constantly for several days and I am tired of it. I know, it usually blows here in EC but this week has been the worst ever. The flags outside my classroom window are flapping all the time. The pole shakes so hard I think it will fall down. I don't like the wind at all. It comes through the walls and makes it impossible to walk to the car. This morning we had a dusting of snow, which is much less than the rest of the state. This spring hasn't been fun yet. I hope it gets better.
I was waiting for the third grade April Fool's jokes all day but this class was pretty calm on the joke scale. One boy told me my shoe was untied. I calmly told him "Thanks" and just kept on doing what I was doing. He said "Darn it!" and I then realized he was trying to play a joke on me. It didn't work, did it?
We were talking about good April Fool's jokes and I remember one my dad pulled on me. Dad was still working in the district office so it was many years ago. We had a superintendent who wasn't really liked around the district, for various reasons. This particular year the state superintendent position was empty in the spring and there was a lot of speculation about who would get the job. I woke up one morning with loud knocking on my bedroom window. I jumped out of bed and looked to see who it was. There was Dad, all dressed for work, and it was still dark outside. I asked him where in the heck he was going already. He said he had received a phone call from the district superintendent and he (Dad) needed to get to the office to take care of things there. He then told me that Superintendent......had just been appointed the new state superintendent and we had all better watch out because he was ready to change the whole state system. He turned to hurry toward his car as I stood there in shock. Then he turned back and said "You had better check your calendar. Today is April 1st!." Then he jumped in his car and drove away. Of course, by then I was wide awake and couldn't go back to sleep at all. It was a good joke. He really got me on that one.
It is no joke that I am having troubles breathing again. Is it is the wind, a cold, or what? I worked myself off all the prednisone and have been prednisone free for about 2 weeks now. Does it have anything to do with that? Why can't I tell? Is it coincidents that I get colds and hard breathing 2 weeks after getting off the prednisone, or do I get the breathing problems BECAUSE I am off the prednisone? I hate this guessing! I am going to get a pulmonologist appointment, but do I wait without prednisone and not breath, or get back on the medicine? I don't like this at all. And that is no joke.
I was waiting for the third grade April Fool's jokes all day but this class was pretty calm on the joke scale. One boy told me my shoe was untied. I calmly told him "Thanks" and just kept on doing what I was doing. He said "Darn it!" and I then realized he was trying to play a joke on me. It didn't work, did it?
We were talking about good April Fool's jokes and I remember one my dad pulled on me. Dad was still working in the district office so it was many years ago. We had a superintendent who wasn't really liked around the district, for various reasons. This particular year the state superintendent position was empty in the spring and there was a lot of speculation about who would get the job. I woke up one morning with loud knocking on my bedroom window. I jumped out of bed and looked to see who it was. There was Dad, all dressed for work, and it was still dark outside. I asked him where in the heck he was going already. He said he had received a phone call from the district superintendent and he (Dad) needed to get to the office to take care of things there. He then told me that Superintendent......had just been appointed the new state superintendent and we had all better watch out because he was ready to change the whole state system. He turned to hurry toward his car as I stood there in shock. Then he turned back and said "You had better check your calendar. Today is April 1st!." Then he jumped in his car and drove away. Of course, by then I was wide awake and couldn't go back to sleep at all. It was a good joke. He really got me on that one.
It is no joke that I am having troubles breathing again. Is it is the wind, a cold, or what? I worked myself off all the prednisone and have been prednisone free for about 2 weeks now. Does it have anything to do with that? Why can't I tell? Is it coincidents that I get colds and hard breathing 2 weeks after getting off the prednisone, or do I get the breathing problems BECAUSE I am off the prednisone? I hate this guessing! I am going to get a pulmonologist appointment, but do I wait without prednisone and not breath, or get back on the medicine? I don't like this at all. And that is no joke.