KathyDeon

Life moves on:

2009-10-04T05:32:00.000-07:00

And that doesn't always feel like a good thing...

Missionary Mom

2009-04-05T20:14:00.000-07:00

YOU KNOW YOU'RE MISSIONARY MOM WHEN....
*You hug your boss just because he's wearing a dark suit and tie.

*You sign a letter like this.....Sister Jane Doe MM to Elder John Doe, NLVW Mission2007-2009

*You shove an eldery Relief Society sister out of the way because she's about to take the last spot on the missionary dinner calendar.

*You spend $28 to overnight a camel tie to Reno, Nevada.

*Your family knows better than to eat any of the fresh cookies you made until after you've taken the "firstlings of the flock" out for your missionary.

*You chew out a stunned Elder after Sacrament Meeting because he hasn't written to his mother in 3 weeks and then email his mom to tell her you've taken care of the situation.

*Sicknes, sleet, snow, earthquakes or even a free meal couldn't stop you from sitting in front of the computer on P-day.

*Hearing the song CALLED TO SERVE makes your face leak.

*You invite salesmen in when they knock on your door(and then make them a hot dinner).

*You meet a new missionary and immediately look at his name badge to see if you know his Mom from the Missionary Mom’s group so you can whip out an email to his mother.

*You pay $70.00 to overnight a pan of Chicken Enchiladas to Pennsylvania just because your precious son told you on Mother’s Day that he misses your enchiladas.

*You spend $42.00 to send a box of Captain Crunch to Vancouver.

*You drive 3 miles out of your way to buy gas that is 3 cents a gallon cheaper but you think nothing of spending $8.50 to mail 24 cookies to Las Vegas.

*You cried for days after dropping him off at the MTC because you miss him so and then you cry again after getting notification of his release flight information because you know you’ll miss him being on a mission.

*The people who work at the post office know you by name.

*You clean the post office out of large sized flat rate boxes.

*Any time you see two young men in white shirts and ties walking down the street your heart jumps a bit and you honk and wave only to discover it just happens to be two businessmen instead.

*You make Christmas stockings, Valentine's gifts and Easter baskets for the missionaries in your ward hoping that if you take care of them, that someone else will be taking care of your missionary.

*If you don't get an email on P-day you become incredibly grumpy and others best steer clear of you. If they ask what's wrong, you cry, "I DIDN'T GET A LETTER FROM MY MISSIONARY!"

*When your missionary gets transferred the first thing you do is GoogleEarth his or her new address and pray there is a "street view."

*You watch the Called to Serve video every few months because you miss your missionary and feel like you just need a good cry.

Mixed feelings

2009-03-28T09:07:00.000-07:00

I received Westlee's mission release information in the mail today. I really thought I would be ecstatic, but as I read it I was overcome with sadness. I know he doesn't want this chapter in his life to come to an end so I feel nervous and sad for him, but I don't won't this wonderful thing to come to an end either. I've been on the receiving end of SO many blessing from his service. I know life has to press on, but my reaction has come as a complete surprise.

Rabid Primary Class

2009-03-09T05:31:00.000-07:00

Wow...I've taught hundreds of primary lessons but NEVER no NEVER have I ever taught a class like I subbed for yesterday. What's a good adjective??? Hmmm...VILE? RABID? DEMONS? Yeah...it was baaaaaaaad.

This year for Christmas

2008-12-05T04:33:00.000-08:00

I spoke at our church women's meeting last night and my subject was THE GREATEST GIFT. I thought I would share this gut wrenching poem here:

This Year for Christmas

Shiny gifts have lost their glitter.
I think I understand.
Christ’s birth should be celebrated
By giving him two hands.

I’ll spend more time in the temple.
I’ll spend time reading his word.
I will serve more humbly
And pray that my faith is stirred.

My head is bowed more frequently
My tears are quick to run.
I’ve put my faith in God this year.
I’m giving Christ my son.

The hands I washed, the hands I held
The hands I taught to pray;
Now knock on doors to find the ones
Who will listen to what he’ll say.

I wonder how Lamanite mothers
Gave their sons to war?
Or how pioneers faced hardships
They sacrificed so much more.

My loss will be his presence.
His dimple, his laugh, his fun.
For two years we will pray for him
I’m giving Christ my son.

Because I know Christ needs him.
Until all the gathering’s done.
My gift has taken years to make.
This year…I’m giving Christ my son.

One follower...

2008-11-23T19:06:00.001-08:00

Crimany...how pathetic is that?

A BIG hello to Marilyn...ole buddy ole pal!

2008-11-16T11:08:00.000-08:00

A certain long haired messenger told me that a little birdie told her I should update my blog more often. So I shall...

Is it OBSESSION or HOBBY? You make the call.
I have narrowed my sites on a certain rubber stamp called the Unity Tree Stamp. I will use it for scrapbooking. Unity is an online company that carries this certain stamp that has tickled my fancy. Every Thursday they put on some really great online sales so I waited all last week in hopes that this particular tree stamp would be on sale. Ok, so I was sitting in my office last Thursday conducting a job interview. I asked the applicant some of the usual questions when suddenly all I heard was, “blah blah blah blah blah….” I found myself thinking, “Hmmm, I wonder if there are only a certain number of those Unity Tree stamps available? I sure hope they went on sale this morning. Wouldn’t it be great if they were FREE! I hope I hope I hope there are still some available when I get home from work tonight. Ooooh, the beautiful things I will be able to create with this marvelous tree stamp. I must have it. I can’t live without it.” Then suddenly, POP! My bubble burst and I was sitting across from someone and realized I had no earthly idea what she had just said to me. I searched her eyes to see if the look on my face betrayed me. I Panicked! Quick, think of something intelligent to say! I saw that she was so nervous about her interview that she hadn’t even noticed that I had floated off into some other sphere thinking of this grand and glorious Unity Tree Stamp. I shuffled through her application paperwork and said, “Ahem, tell me why I should hire you for this job.” Life returned to calm order.

A day in the life....

2008-08-27T19:55:00.000-07:00

Day 3 of the 2008 school year and I thought I might share with you what I do ALL DAY. This is just a little sampling of the phone calls I field daily. I handle roughly....30 or 40 of these daily. Many are hostile. Most begin by the caller telling me what a lousy job I do and how they personally pay my salary with their taxes and they are going to have my job taken from me because I suck. It goes a little like this:
"Hello. I'm a disabled Grandma and I'm very upset with the bus service my grandchildren are getting. I live at 2534 Foxbriar and there are petty-fliers all over my neighborhood. I bet you don't even care that my grandchildren walk by petty-fliers trying to get home to Grandma Me-Me! My grandchildren all call me, Me-Me. I can't walk to the corner to pick up my grandchildren who call me Me-Me from their bus stop because I don't have cartiledge in my knees. I certainly can't ride a bike up to meet them. I used to be a bus driver but now I have arthritis. I can't walk. I can't protect my grandchildren from those petty-fliers. The doctor recommended knee replacement surgery because I have arthritis in both knees. I wish those petty-fliers would move. Maybe they should be moved to jail. That's where petty-fliers belong but they all live in my neighborhood and they walk the steets. Speaking of walking, I can't walk because I have arthritis. I'm going to have to have knee surgery to help my arthritis. Please check on those petty-fliers. I need the bus stop moved to right in front of my house so Me-Me can protect them children from those petty-fliers even though I can't walk. Did I mention that I have arthritis?"

I never thought I was a dog hater....

2008-08-08T22:08:00.000-07:00

This morning I went out to get my newspaper from the front lawn as usual. The day was clear, the birds were singing, I didn't have to be to work for another 2 hours, all was right with the world. I began to putter around my flowerbeds and pluck some weeds. ENTER 3 DOGS. The first dog ran up to me barking and scared the heck out of me. The second dog ran over to my mailbox flowerbed and took a pee. He even looked at me while he was doing it as if to say, "Whatcha gonna do about it, Granny?" The owner of this dog walked over to my driveway and gleefully mentioned that it looked like her dog hadn't gone to the bathroom for days. Dog number three then runs up to me and sniffs my legs as if he's going to lift HIS and mark his territory. Meanwhile, dog number two is STILL spewing a stream into my mailbox flowers. At this point I tell my neighbor, "If you're dog pees on me, we're going to have a BIG problem." Why do dog owners think it's ok to let their animals come and pee on things of value? I wouldn't dream of creeping over to her house,lowering my pants and piddling on the hood of her car. I just don't get it. I still had the mud on my hands from lovingly picking weeds out of the same flowers her dog was spraying. I have decided that I'm going to invent a hideously mean dog zapper. Let's make it a hideously mean ELECTRIFYING dog zapper. I'm imagining a wire attached to a 12 volt battery. No, let's make it a CAR battery with a 350 horsepower punch which will be stratigically placed within my flowerbed. Then...when the next unsuspecting dog comes and lifts his little hind leg and begins to pee on my prize flowers, that live wire will create an electric current which will be carried 'gently up the stream.' You got it baby...a nice quick jolt to the tallywacker. Can you say, "Smokin"? How many times do you think it will take doggie to figure out he's messing with the WRONG MAD GRANDMA?!?

I MISS MY FAMILY !!!!!

2008-07-16T19:32:00.000-07:00

That's it. That says it all. I just wanted to shout it and see if I felt better..............................................................................................................................ummmmmmmm.................................................................................................................................................................................................nope.

THERE'S NOTHING WORSE...than a dead bloated frog

2008-06-03T05:02:00.000-07:00

I just love my hot tub. I love the bubbles. I love the water. I love that I don't get sea-sick as I float in this bubbling vat. I opened up the cover of my hot tub this past weekend to find a dead bloated frog. I gasped and thought to myself, "EWWWWWWWWWWW...there's nothing worse than a dead bloated frog in my happy hot tub." I went to work the next day and lots of people noticed that I had a cold. "There's nothing worse than a summer cold.", they said. One of my co-workers had a toothache. "Oh, there's nothing worse than a toothache.", she murmered.

Now that I'm 50, I can sagely say that one should NEVER utter the words THERE'S NOTHING WORSE THAN. As soon as you utter those words it's almost as if you're daring fate to give you another swift kick in the neck. Things can always get worse. I know
this to be true. Cases in point:

There's nothing worse than biting into a hard and shiney red apple and finding a worm UNLESS you bite into said red and shiney apple and only find half a wiggly worm. :-(~ Patoowee

There's nothing worse than yardwork on a steaming hot Texas day until you notice that cinch bugs have eaten the roots of your lawn in patches and you now have a leopard looking lawn to mow.

"It's just hair." is something you say to someone on the receiving end of a bad haircut UNLESS it's YOUR hacked to pieces haircut given to you by someone you want to spit on and run over with a car. There's nothing worse than a bad bad horrible bad short (did I say really bad yet?) haircut except maybe female baldness which I'm wondering if that wouldn't look better than my present REALLY bad haircut does.

There's nothing worse than dieting in the attempt to get down to a certain weight UNLESS you step on the scale and realize all the working out you've done has caused you to GAIN weight.

There's nothing worse than a house in the winter with no heat until the weather turns really cold and you live in a house with no heat AND all the water pipes freeze leaving you with no heat AND no water.

There's nothing worse than a poke in the eye. Haha...that's it...there's nothing worse than a good poke in the eye.

There's nothing worse than a bee sting, unless you're Westlee and the sting makes your head swell up to 3 times it's normal size rendering you anything but normal looking.

There's nothing worse than being sea sick, UNLESS you are stuck on a 5 hour deep sea fishing boat which is being flung uuuuuup and doooooown on waves that I swear were 35 feet high and you have PAID FOR THIS.

Now...write and give me a few more NOTHING'S WORSE stories of your own.