Wednesday, December 25, 2013

The Day the Queen Left Her Court

It has taken my awhile to actually post this entry, not because it was too painful, but because my procrastination was in play.  As I was updating my blog today I found this entry, I had written it the day mom died because I wanted to remember each moment of that day and then just forgot to post.  I found it this Christmas morning and thought what a perfect day to finally post it!!!  Mom made Christmas a day to remember so its fitting that on this day she would make my day one more time.  I love you mom big as the whole shy many!!!





 Sunday June 10, 2012

Heather wakes me at 5:30 a.m., she is exhausted and Anne is asleep in mom's lounger, she asks, could I take over so she could get a little sleep.  Deb and I get out of bed dress after our own 2 hour nap, and head to my mother's room.

 I arrived at my mother's home Saturday afternoon at 3:00 p.m. to take over from Patricia, who had not been to her own home since Sunday the June 3rd.  When I arrive Patricia is at my mother's place at our childhood kitchen table and Allison is in repose in my mothers favorite spot in the kitchen bay window.  Allison tells me, through tears, about David's blessing he has administered that afternoon.  Blessing my mom with comfort and a sweet reunion with Dad, promising that we would take care of each other.  Allison leaves and says she will be back later.  I go to my mother, she is so different from when I spent time with her on Thursday, her breathing is labored, she can answer my questions but they are quick and short, sometimes with just a nod of her head.  Once back in the kitchen I sit with Patricia and plead with her, "Don't leave me alone", to which she thankfully reply's "I'm not leaving you alone".  Its not that I'm scared, its that I don't want to be the only one there when mom leaves this world.

Quickly things start to swirl in our home, friends are stopping by to say goodbye, DeAnn, Carolyn, Anne, Janelle and Kathy....they all want to see mom alive, with each visitor mom finds the strength to open her eyes and say "I love you".  Once they leave she closes her eyes and returns to slumber.

Patricia and I call Nancy, mom's administrating angle hospice nurse, we are worried because she seems more agitated than usual.  Thankfully Nancy comes within the hour, we sit and watch her take mom's pulse, blood pressure and oxygen, she leaves the house and comes back, as she turns her back to mom she whispers the news we knew was coming but wanted to delay as long as possible, "She much worse than yesterday she has about 24 to 48 hours left".  Mom has been on hospice for 19 months, we had kidded each other over those months that mom just said she had cancer so that we would come see her more......I guess she wasn't kidding!!

As I walk back to the living room and start making calls its hits me what I am saying to my sister's when I say "Nancy says mom has about 24 to 48 hours left", mom is dying.  Heather is there within the hour, Allison comes next, Betsey and Richard along with Kathryn and kids jump in their car and leave Vegas.  Anne will pick up Kendall at the airport and be there by 11 p.m.  I want to say to them "don't worry she's taken 19 months to get to this place I'm sure she will be here tomorrow", but I can't get it out because I don't believe this to be true.

Mom hasn't needed to be on any pain medication the entire time,  but now she will be given Morphine to ease her breathing, we administer the medication every 2 hours beginning at 11 p.m..  Mom still seems to be consciousness into the night, I know this because I make mention of her mother's dentures to which she lets our a loud growl, when Allison corrects me that Grandma had a bridge mom makes a calmer sound that we understand to be an "ahh".

I have said many times in this process that mom would have carried her hand cart across the plains and she is now verifying this to be true, mom doesn't lose consciousness or stop eating days before her passing, as the hospice book says, no she will use all her strength to stay with us and help us through the night.

As Deb and I make our way to moms room I can see that her breathing is very labored, her entire body must do the work of breathing, I sit in the lounger recently vacated by Anne.  I administer her last does of Morphine and Ativan hoping that she will be able to calm down.  As I set there watching mom use every ounce of energy to breathe I look to my dad's missionary picture and begin to plead with him, and my Heavenly Father, to come and get her.   I really don't want her to go I want to cuddle up with her as I did as small child.

I call Nancy and let her know what I am witnessing, she tells me that the end is near and to call everyone.  I quickly do so and within 30 minutes we are all gathered at my mother's bed.  Nancy arrives minutes later, by this time we have rolled mom on her side to let the gathered fluid drain from her mouth.  Anne has cuddled up to my to help prop her body, Betsey is reassuring mom that its ok to leave that we love her.  Nancy sweetly tells mom that she can go and as she lifts the oxygen tubs from my her face, she take a few more breaths and with her last breath she opens her eyes as wide as she can and then exhales, Nancy says that this is unusual to have someone open their eyes at the end.  I think to myself, nothing mom does is unusual!!!  I am going to believe that what mom was viewing was the beginning to the answer of her prayers and blessings, a glorious reunion with Dad, her loved ones and the Savior.


Finding Home a son's tribute to his mom's


I introduced you to our friends Sally and Brenda Farrar, our marriage partners, last night their son Ben posted to youtube a slide show in tribute to his parents.

ENJOY!!!


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JwHNp_CYRps&feature=share






Sunday, December 22, 2013

Finding Home - Guest post by Sally Farrar


This past Friday as I was thumbing through my Twitter feed I literally stumbled on a Tweet that was 2 minutes old, "Breaking: Federal judge strikes down Utah's ban on same-sex marriage".  By 9 that night I was at the Salt Lake County building witnessing the marriage of our dear friends Leslie and Penny.  Deb and I lamented that night as we went to bed that we too hadn't taken the leap and that we might have let our chance at marriage slip out of our hands.  Saturday morning we made plans with our other dear friends Sally and Brenda to find an office that would let us apply for a license.  We had to excuse ourselves from the search due to Deb becoming ill at breakfast.  During the day we received hourly updates about their futile search for an office that was open.

This morning as I called Sally she let me know that she had been up all night writing down her experience, that she had been prompted to record her feelings about the day and the court ruling.  After Sally finished reading me her thoughts I asked  for her permission to spread her experience.  Sally expresses for many of us, lesbian mother's, our experience choosing to create and raise a family.  I could not have said it any better,  thank you Sally for speaking up and out, you have been truly brave!!!
 

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“Finding Home” by Sally Farrar, Saturday, 21 December 2013

As I stood in line today in hopes of receiving my Utah State marriage license, I did not feel excited, hopeful, or joyful. In fact, I felt pathetic, foolish, and less than. As I turned to look at the beautiful woman standing next to me, the woman who has been standing by my side for the last 27 years, I felt a sense of overwhelming sadness. She--we--deserved better than this.  Better than standing in a line in the freezing cold hoping a door would open both literally and figuratively. Our love, our union, our struggles, our family deserved better than desperately standing in the freezing cold awaiting doors to open at the Weber County Clerk’s Office in Ogden, UT. We had been up early with the hope of counties opening their doors and allowing us to receive a marriage license. We had driven around for hours from county to county trying to find the one Government office that possessed the courage to follow the court order and issue marriage licenses to its gay and lesbian citizens. We now stood in line with hundreds of people with a small glimmer of hope and yet, my heart and soul felt so very heavy.

My thoughts were suddenly jolted as the phone in my pocket began to ring. I looked at the caller ID and answered the phone, “Hi baby.”
“Hi Mom. Ya’ll getting married?”
“Well son, we are in the line waiting.” I didn’t want to say more as the excitement in his voice was so innocent and sweet; yet in my head I felt those doors were never going to open. His voice pulled me back to the phone.
“I’m hungry,” he said. These are two very familiar words, which we hear multiple times on a daily basis. As an 18 year old boy his mind was focused on only a few needs.
“Ok,” I said. “Is your sister and brother-in-law on their way to the house?”
“Yes,” he answered. “They are on their way.”
“Ok, son. Tell her to pick up something on her way or make yourself a sandwich.”
“Ok mom, love ya.”
“Love you buddy,” I replied. “See ya soon.”

As I placed the phone back in my pocket, an overwhelming sense of disappointment and that old familiar despair began to enter my thoughts. Being an attorney and a Mormon I knew my attempt to gain a marriage license in the State of Utah would be futile. I would once again have to explain to our children that while God loved our family, there are still people here on Earth who do not understand His love and compassion. So often we are asked, “Why do you live in Utah?”  That answer is simple:  Utah is our home. We have lived in the south, too. I am Mormon while Brenda, my partner of 27 years, is Catholic. We have no spiritual home, as our religions remain firm in their beliefs denying rights to their gay members. The truth is--we love Utah. We love the culture.  We love the people. We don’t drink; we don’t smoke, and we are raising kids.  We love raising our kids in Utah. We fit in quite nicely except for one small detail--we happen to be two women in love with each other.  

My toes are freezing as I stand in this long line. To distract myself from the elements, my thoughts travel back to less than 30 days ago when I received a call from our daughter. “Hey mom.”
“Hey baby girl. How’s your day?”
“Good,” she says. “Bryce and I just got our marriage license!”
“Glad ya’ll finally got your license,” I express. “The wedding is only two days away. Did it take you long to get it?”
“Nope-- just walked right in,” she says. “Had to drive all the way to Provo though because the Draper office was closed--but there was no line.”

At this point there were several hundred people waiting in our line. How ironic that less than 30 days ago we were celebrating the legal marriage of our daughter. My thoughts quickly go back to last month when my partner and I proudly walked our daughter down the aisle to marry. There were close to 400 guests. We walked her to the front of the room, and a Mormon Bishop married her. The ceremony was beautiful.

Once again I am brought back to the present moment as my phone rings again.
“Hey mom.”
“Hey baby girl.”
“Are ya’ll almost done? We are here at the house to make Christmas cookies like we planned.”
“Well babe,” I say. “This is taking a bit longer. Can you tell your cousins that it will be later in the day before we get back to make cookies.”
“Ok,” she answers, “but hurry. Love you.”
“I love you, too. See ya soon.”

Now my thoughts are a bit frustrated. We had planned to make Christmas cookies and treats with my sisters, nieces, and nephews--all of whom are Mormon (which is irrelevant but thought you all should know). I am upset that chasing a marriage license has taken away our family time together--time we cannot get back.  This is not fair and is wrong in so many ways. There is a rustle in the crowd as the Weber County door opens and cheers erupt. I quickly make my way to the front of the line to hear the announcement. The cheers turn to moans as it is announced the Clerk cannot let us in.

Humiliated, I grab Brenda’s hand and say “Let’s go.” On the long drive back home, we discuss the legal significance of Judge Robert Shelby’s ruling and contemplate the behind-the-scenes scenario that must be taking place with the Government leaders and of course “the church” leaders, AKA, The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Days Saints.  As silence replaces our words, my mind once again begins to wander. I think about the legal argument the State presented in denying same sex couples the right to marry.  The best interest of children always becomes relevant.  The State argued being raised by a father and mother is the optimal situation in producing well-adjusted children.

Hum, I think to myself-Who did that study? No one has ever contacted us to be part of a study. No one has evaluated our two straight children—whom, of course, their moms think are amazing.  Ok, my biased thoughts aside--our kids--a girl and a boy, should be judged on their own merits. Our straight daughter just married an amazing man and is in her final year of college as a biochemistry major.  She is beautiful from the inside, out. She is smart, caring, loving, and has a great sense of humor. Our son is kind, smart, funny and an incredible athlete who has received an offer to play collegiate baseball.  They are really good kids based on the standards of society and both of them are straight.

I, on the other hand, was raised by one male and one female; both straight. In fact, my father was a Mormon Bishop, Stake President, and Mission President. Brenda was raised by one male and one female; both straight who are Catholic. We were raised in the optimal situation according to the State, but both of us turned out gay. So if being gay is ‘bad’--an abomination, and allowing gay people to marry will destroy marriage and society, then producing gay children must be considered bad and undesirable. Accordingly, our parents failed the State test.  If the rationale of the State’s arguments was to be applied to me and Brenda, and recognizing our Union produced two well-adjusted straight children, then we should be allowed to marry. Our parents should have been forced to divorce.  Certainly producing gay children from a straight marriage is a detriment to society and traditional marriage, right?

Legal marriages should be defined as a union between two loving and committing adults who wish to share legally protected State and Federal rights. Legal marriage should remain about legal rights not religious definitions.  The constitution unequivocally protects the right to freedom of religion and yet it is very clear that the separation of Church and State is an intricate part in producing a democratic state of the union.  While marriage is a spiritual act in religion, it is a legal act in governing. The Government must provide all legal rights and protection under the law to ALL people equally. Religions do now and can continue to deny members rights based upon their beliefs.  Religions remain divided on the definition of marriage and treatment of their gay members and that is perfectly within their rights to do so. The Government should provide one legal definition of marriage that applies to all citizens equally as it is their duty to do so.

Let’s be honest here. My life has been way more difficult having been gay than my childrens’ lives have been. I have been faced with trials and obstacles that I never thought possible to overcome. I spent hours of counsel with church leaders; hours in prayer and nothing worked--nothing made me straight. I even joined the God Squad and Fellowship Christian Athletes and got ‘saved’ at my friend’s southern church. I tried everything to become straight to no avail. Alternatively, my children who are a product of a gay relationship, are straight and have it much easier than we ever did. So suffice it to say that in this scenario, the best interest of the children was to be raised by a gay couple. Accordingly, Brenda and I should be married as we have produced straight, well-adjusted children.

The result of this rationale is absurd as I hope everyone can see this. While the Government, the State, and the Courts determine the fate of our access to equal protection and legal rights, please include my children in your studies. Please include all the gay children who were produced by straight religious parents to determine and define legal marriage.  Freedom of religion and freedom of speech remain in place to protect the views of those religions and people who consider homosexual acts and people as an abomination. It provides them the rationale to deny my religious right to marry the person I love; not my legal right to marry.  I choose to be judged by my God only. I choose to live in a country where I know my leaders will protect my legal rights and provide me equal protection under the laws of this great Nation.

My heart is heavy, and I am tired.  I can no longer remain silent on this issue. I can no longer stand to hear that children are better off being raised by a man and a woman. The studies undeniably show children who are raised by LOVING, SUPPORTIVE parents--regardless of their gender or sexual orientation--are well-adjusted children. Our children are proof. Moreover, the fact that I am gay is not a result of my environment as five of the six siblings raised by my parents are straight. I was created from the same DNA and the same God and I am gay. God created me just as He did my brother and sisters. God does not create mistakes, and I am not a mistake. I am not a product of a broken home. I am a product of two amazing, loving parents who believe in God, the Bible, morals and standards, and who raised me to believe the same. They did not fail by producing me.

Brenda and I have now raised two children with those same standards and beliefs. We just had to do it on our own and without the loving support a religious institution and congregation can provide. We never found a home or felt welcome in our place of worship so we had to teach our children that they are children of God who are loved and are to serve Him and honor Him and our family name.  We have never been legally recognized so we had to tell our children that our relationship and our family are valid and real despite the denial of legal rights in this country.

I have always known in my heart and head there would come a time when we would find legal recognition and spiritual acceptance.  It is time. The time is now. We can wait no more.   

Friday, June 29, 2012

Las Vegas or Bust!

Anne, my youngest sister, called and said she was going to Las Vegas to see Kathryn before she left for China.   What a great idea, I inform Deb (ala JoAnn) that we are going to Vegas for some family time with the 3 younger girls.....of course she "gleefully" agrees and off we go.......well kinda!!!!

We pick the car up from Lexus, they are fixing the junction box that got wet from a leaky window that Techna Glass incorrectly installed at the end of Feb, and YES Techna glass is paying for the repair.  As we jump in the car it becomes painfully obvious that the A/C is not turning on, thankfully  we discover this before we leave the Lexus parking lot.  Whoops, a blown blower fan after 30 minutes and 150.00 we are on our way......

UNTIL.............

We hit Cove Fort, were we stop to use the "privy"  when re-enter the car and try to start the car........it won't start.  With the help  of K.C., from the conveniently placed "Cove Fort Repair" shop we push the car to the shop where K.C. announces that "you've got a blown fuel pump".   NICE..........to make a long story or trip longer, K.C. calls Jimmy, his dad, to tow us to the nearest dealer that can repair the car.  We have plenty of options:

Beaver
Richfield
Fillmore
St George or
Salt Lake

and we will have to wait for the part which won't be to any of these places by 4 Friday afternoon.  So much for leaving early Thursday so as to have enough time in Vegas.   We set our sights and wallet on St George, Stephan Wade can fix it with a part from Las Vegas.  So far, if my math mind serves we right we are in this trip for:

 550.00    Tow
 400.00    Part
 162.00    Labor
1112.00                                       
  150.00   Blown Blower Fan (whoops forgot to add this)
1262.00   Total


Jimmy kindly allows us to ride in our car on top of the tow truck, who would've have thought, which we do, car idling all the way to St. George NO ONE was going to deprive me of the A/C!!!!  Deb's sister and niece, Robin and Jenny meet us at the dealership and lend us their "ride" we drive to Sand Hollow were we take up residence at Deb's other sister Sara's house, which thankfully has a pool, A/C, and cable.

I wish I knew the end to this story, but.......we are still in St. George, Tom from the dealership says he will have the part by 4 maybe 4:30 and should have it finished by today if not "then I can have it for you on Tuesday".........

Seriously!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





Saturday, June 23, 2012

Grandma Do You Meditate?

It was on I15 somewhere between Draper and 33rd South, that Warren asked me, "Grandma do you meditate", as I glanced over my shoulder to take a peak at Warren I saw him sitting crossed legged, palms up, thumb and second finger touching and each hand resting on his knees.  

Me:  I do meditate.

Warren:  AGH!! its so frustrating when I can't get the thoughts out of my head.

Me:  Sometimes if you focus on a word or sound it helps to clear your mind.

This is where I taught him the "Omm".

Warren:  (after a minute or so)  Meditating makes you feel calm!

Me:  Warren, where did you learn about meditating?

Warren:  Josh, my friend taught me.  I feel so much better after I meditate.

Sometimes this child amazes me, and he's right meditating does make you feel better!!!

Wednesday, June 20, 2012

I Want to Eat

I want to eat....something....anything and yet I can't find one thing that sounds good.  This might not sound strange to the normal human being but, to a Hickman, or former Hickman this may be the first sign of a terminal illness, for we can always find something to eat.

When I get like this I have learned to sit back and take a deep breath go inside of myself to see what I "really" need.  For I know its not food!

After mom died I spent the entire week with my sisters and family, I haven't spent that much time with them in years.  This week when I go inside to see why I want to eat and can't find anything that fills that need I recognize that I miss my sisters.  It was such a sweet experience to be back with them in our parents home.

I felt like a child again, being around them each day and, I think I can recognize that it won't happen again so I didn't want it to end.  Each day since the funeral has been over I have felt the need to call and talk to them, hear their voices, cry with them.  I have found sweet comfort in my grief hearing their voices and being reminded that I am one part of a whole. 

We each have our own homes, and families that will have to be tended to and cared for and I suspect we well go back to talking less than we would like.  But, for one week I felt like a child again and I think I know how my mother must have felt when her mother died, homeless but not "family-less" just longing for the sweet sounds of her siblings voices to tie her back to her youth.

Thank goodness my parents had the common sense to have 6 of us!!!!

Tuesday, June 19, 2012

I Am My Mother's Daughter

I have been reminded almost daily; that I am just like my mother, when I was young I took this as an indictment.

I was embarrassed by many things my mother did. For example: I wanted my mother to wear go-go boots like Jan Jensen’s mom. I did not want my mother to announce to friends or dates that “Melissa’s not here she broke her leg and we had to shoot her”. And, why did my mother have to be the last mom in Prove to adopt a pair of jeans? It was during these years I first heard the words of wisdom from my mother, which would dictate much of my life. 

"Melissa you don’t have to tell everything you know" and, 
"Melissa, think before you speak". (I’m pretty sure I earned those directions honestly) 

As I grew into my young adult years I began to appreciate my mom in different ways. When I entered college and wondered what was I going to do in this vast waste land (I wasn’t the scholar in the family), and I had discovered that my mom had graduated from college, I thought to myself if she can do it I can too. And then, when I left for my mission and was terribly home sick it was my mother who calmed the storm with her own brand of love and firmness, “Finnish what you start”, which I did and am forever grateful for. 

When I started raising my own children my thoughts turned towards my mother in a much different way. I now understood why she shunned those jeans so many years ago; the darn waste was just too tight. I fretted about my kid’s decisions, and worried about their futures, and above all else I would do anything for them. With these realizations in mind I called my mother one day and shared with her my understanding of what her life was like when her children made decisions that she didn’t always agree with. What I was learning then and what I can see clearly now was my mother’s unconditional love. 

With the advent of grandchildren my heart expanded exponentially each one bringing more joy than the last. I remembered watching my mother swaddle, cuddle, kiss, chase and devour each child that came within her grasp. None were safe from the arms and lips of my mother. I too have the same insatiable appetite for my own grandchildren. 

As I embraced the phrase “ you are just like your mother” I was able to look past the things I would have changed and to value those gifts she had passed onto me: the gift a gab, a sense of humor, a passion for friends and family, I would rather wear a dirty moo-moo and eat on paper plates and have friends and family at my table than to be alone in a perfect house. And most importantly to be a woman of faith, to believe deeply and passionately in all things spiritual, truly, once I stopped dreading becoming my mother I could see her Christ like qualities in their full splendor. Now when someone says, “you are just like your mother”, I find sweet comfort in those words. 

The Queen has left her court…..My mother passed away on a glorious Sunday morning, and I believe my father was at her side. I could not have asked for a sweeter experience than to be surrounded at my mother's bed with my sisters, brother-in law, nieces, nephews and Deb to witness her crossing. I can only hope that I can emulate her life by the way I live mine, full of love, laughter, good friends, cherished family and service to all!!!

Friday, March 23, 2012

Friday's

It's Friday, I should be overjoyed; its warm, I'm getting my haircut, and, I finally have a weekend at home without constant commitments.

AND.......

Let the games begin!!!

I'm gonna plant my spinach, kale, carrots, lettuce and onions

I'm going to Wyatt's hit-a-thon,

I'm watching Jazz basketball,

I'm going out to dinner with dear friends,

AND last but NOT least.........

I will be with my love, and that is the best of ALL!!!!!

Monday, July 18, 2011

Grandma Emmett, my mom and Jackie O

Just spent 24 hours with my mother, while Kathryn was out of town. Had Panda Express with Anne, Allison, mom and myself, we actually sat in our "assigned" childhood seats, interesting how quickly one gets back into swing of our original family spots.

Later that evening as I was helping mom get ready for bed, she starting talking about how she understood what it was like taking care of a parent. Mom had helped out when she could with my dad's mother in her declining years. Her own mother was pretty self-sufficient and needed little direct care, just the attention a mother likes when she gets old. Mom started by saying how much she loved seeing all of us and how she felt "a little selfish" about wanting us to be around. But, that she knew how much she struggled to spend time with Grandmother Hickman, after all "you could take her to lunch, take a drive, talk for awhile and then look for a quick exit". Grandmother's house was a museum so there wasn't much to clean, besides I'm sure she wouldn't have wanted anyone in her "business". I will say that Grandmother Hickman thought my mom was the "bomb", when her own daughters would not heed her pleading to take her home from the hospital, she announced that "wait till Jo Ann comes she will take me home".

I asked mom about her own mother, after all I adored Grandma Emmett and thought surely she would've enjoyed her time there. Mom said that she liked seeing her but that there were the usual annoyances about returning to your childhood home. It was here that I asked for specifics, here is the dialogue, I just can't do it justice in a description format.

Me: Mom, didn't you like going to Grandma's house?

Mom: It was ok.

Me: What didn't you like?

Mom: She would complain about Jackie O
(here is where I turn with a inquisitive look, not sure what to expect)

Me: What do ya mean?

Mom: Oh she thought Jackie O marred that "Greek" for his money, and when Bobby Kennedy died she said "look at her crying and acting so sad".

It was at this point that I realized how similar I was too my mother. I get so busy with work and family that I neglect my mother in ways that I judge rather harshly! I get the urge to call, ignore it and then don't call for weeks, I rely on my niece or sister's to pick up the slack while I work etc...

Really what I learned this weekend is that there is nothing more important than helping my mother leave this world with closure. The other obvious reason is that I would never hear about Grandma Emmett and Jackie O or any other words of wisdom she has to impart like 'make sure you run the disposal until you hear the food go down and make sure there is enough water running".

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Conversations with an "Idiot" or your sister

***WARNING***

DO NOT FOLLOW THE LINK IN POST!!!! JUST READ IT!!



Well its been along time since I ventured onto my blog, I have blogstocked every one else but never bothered to write until a conversation with my sister Anne this morning.

I believe my post needs little explanation except to say that it all started with Anne wanting to be friends, for crying out loud we are already sisters!! Isn't that enough? I depend on talking to Anne on a daily basis our conversations pass my time while I drive to work (I use a headset so I don't have to hold my phone). We usually end up solving everyone's problems, after we have identified them.

I told Anne that I was going to post our email exchange without any editing and that I was going to title it "Conversations With An Idoit", she ok'd my idea so here it is......



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----- Original Message -----
Sent: Monday, January 10, 2011 11:44 PM
Subject: Re: Hi

Is this really from you....do we have to be friends if we are already sisters?

Me

Melissa Hickman
Gateway Academy
Admissions Director
801-232-1428 cell
801-463-7030 fax

From: "ANNE PIPE" <panpipe8@msn.com>
Date: Tue, 11 Jan 2011 14:45:00 -0700
Subject: Re: Hi

I got an email from uncle bob to join, I ignored it and then I got another message from him so I joined then I got a message from MaryEllen who said Bob's email go hacked into and to disregard the message. I unjoined and had to change my email password. So if you want to be sisters with an idiot then it is enough for me.
Anne


----- Original Message -----
Sent: Tuesday, January 11, 2011 2:50 PM
Subject: Re: Hi

Idiot or not we can still be friends and sisters!!!

Me

Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry



Your all heart!
Love your friend and sister,
Anne









Tuesday, May 4, 2010

Prunning the roses

I pruned the roses yesterday, a little late, but they are finished. Its my role in the family to do the outside stuff, mow the lawn, weed, water, plant and prune the roses. Every year since dad died I have traveled to mom's to take on the task.

They are Dad's roses, so are the grapes except the grapes are too complicated for this dis tractable daughter. I can't seem to remember the intricacies of what is the new growth and what is old, so my mom just hacks away each year.....and.....they actually produce grapes.

Anne's role is to clean, and sew, yup she's still the baby and can't quite get out of the cleaning role. The older one's get to balance the check book, cook, and boss the younger ones around. Little do they know we've got their number and don't really listen to them anyway!! (Not really, well kinda of)

Back to the roses, I love gardening manly because its my connection to my Dad. I can hear him as I make the cuts: "not too short dear", "you're doing great dear", "mix it in well dear". He always ended his sentences to me with "dear", its a sweet reminder.

As I finished the roses, I realized that I was listening to to the sounds of basketball being played somewhere in the neighborhood. I could hear the neighborhood children walking home from Wasatch singing church songs and I thought wow, the neighborhood is young again. They were sweet sounds of children something that had been missing from my old stomping grounds. I love Provo, I love the tree streets......I'll write about that next time!!!

For now the roses are finished!

Sunday, January 10, 2010

Winter Blues

Well its official, I have the "Winter Blues"

I get up too early.....

Think too much in the middle of the night some examples;

Are the Grand kids warm
Which parents are going to send their kids
What color should we paint the bedroom
Why did I say......(put anything in here)
Really....its only 4:00 a.m., "You are not getting out of bed"

Can't quite get myself on the elliptical which, by the way, is exactly 20 steps from my bed!!

Sugar has become a major food group!

Oh well, onto acupunture and St. Johns Wort, with doses of Vitamin D and B's mixed in, my "blues" elixir!

Here's to a foggy January and onto the hopes of February and March!!

Wednesday, January 6, 2010

SHUT UP and Other Words of Wisdom From My Mother

I know, I know, I know, never say shut up when something else more polite will do.....but no one told my mother that!

Yesterday, Tuesday January 5, 2010, a day that will live in infamy I was sitting in the Doctors office with my mom. We were waiting for Dr. Wallentine, her oncologist, to enter when we were trying to remember the name of one of the Moody children, (to explain why we were recalling the names is a subject for another post). We could recall, Michelle, Milo, David and Jenny.....but just couldn't quite fetch the final name from the recess of our collective minds. I called Anne, she certainly would remember but, no answer, so I started naming names as they came to my mind, this is when my mother uttered her daily doses of wisdom,

"shut up, I'm trying to think".

I quickly obeyed her demand sat there chuckling inside when all of a sudden the name came to both of us, Steven, his name is Steven, he was her favorite! Whew! what a relief, we could relax and get on with life....

I must report that these were not the only "suggestions" I received from my mother that day.

When I first arrived to the house to collect my patient, I made a trip to the ladies room, while there, I heard a demand coming through the closed door, I thought she said " come here". I yelled back after I opened the door, "what?", again a muffled utterance of what I thought was "come here" once I re-entered the kitchen, I asked for clarification,

Me: "did you say come here"?

Mom: "No I said comb your hair"

Me: "This is how it is supposed look"

Mom: "I like your hair a little more formal"

Me: "I know you do"

She likes my hair more formal, shorter, its natural color....When I was younger, like last week, I knew the quickest way to make my mother happy was to cut my hair, "You look 10 pounds thinner with short hair". Unfortunately the 10 lb drop never showed up on the scales!!!

Some of you might be shocked at the interaction with my mother, but I knew that there were at least 5 other people who would appreciate the humor in my day, so I quickly text my sisters and we all shared a laugh!!!

Saturday, October 10, 2009

Dirty Laundry

As I am writing this post several strangers are roaming my home, taking it for a test drive. I actually invited them into my private life, with signs at each end of the street guiding them into my secret hide away on Harvard.

We bought this house 7 years ago, it was like a junior high school crush with the class hunk. I practically threw myself through the windshield as I braked at the "For Sale" sign. Something in my head said "I MUST HAVE THIS HOUSE!!!"

When Cheryl came home I took her over, I knew she couldn't resist leaded glass windows, we put in a full price offer and 35 days later it was ours.

We bought the house from a single mother of 2 who had raised her children and was now alone, she owned the home for 29 years. I was highly critical of the condition of the home, not realizing what I know now that her neglect of the home was not from a lack of love but from the overwhelming task of caring for a 80 year old home.

Over the 7 years we have; remolded the basement, added a family room, gutted the kitchen, completely re-landscaped the back and front yards, painted every wall, stripped molding, corrected hideous decorating era's and moved from infatuation to complete fulfillment.

I began to see that it was time to move on when one day I realized I had not gone into the basement, with the exception of laundry for 3 months. I hadn't sat in my living room all winter, nor had I entered any of the guest bedrooms for 2 months. I dreaded walking our stairs and dreamed of a one level home. We were rattling around in a home that deserved a family!


As we prepared for the sale of our love we were reminded of several left over projects; painting a table leg, staining the kitchen island, replacing molding, touching up every paint chip in sight, adding top soil, and removing old tar. Little things you overlook as the years pass on.





Its just Deb and I roaming around in 4 our of 15 rooms, once in a while when the grand kids and family come I can 0nce again hear Dana and Nate, arguing, laughing, talking and playing, they left too soon!






This house deserves to have children, and family, parties, holidays and love. That is what I hope for; someone who will love this house as much as I do.





Wednesday, October 7, 2009

Lucky Day


"Mamma this is my lucky day, I got a cookie, and Panda Express and I got to be with you and Mommy" Warren

Dana and I decided to do a little late maternity shopping, I believe all pregnant woman should have new cloths for the home stretch. Soooo....I called Dana and asked her to meet me at Fashion Place Mall, she decided to pull Warren out of school early to spend some quality time with Grandma and Mommy. It was an AWESOME afternoon, Warren got what he asked for...Mrs. Fields chocolate dipped cookie, orange chicken from from Panda Express, new "vampire" shoes for Halloween (they also double as school shoes) and a ride on the kiddie roller coaster, what more could a 6 year old want!!!!

Dana has some new outfits to make it through the "I feel so big" months and I got to spend time with two of few of my favorite people!!

Wyatt is next on my list of quality time, which he reminds me of in his daily phone calls...."Momma I want you pick me up and get lurpy".....so I guess I'm off to the 7-11 for a "lurpy".

I love this quality time stuff.....1 down 3 more to go!!!!!

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

Wyatt, Poop and Mother's Day!


Momma, I poop!!

This was Wyatt's greeting to me as I picked up he and Warren for their monthly sleepover with Momma Mates (the name Warren gave me when he started to talk). I should say that the sleep over is for the boys to sleep and for me to lay awake making sure they are breathing, comfortable and not peeing the bed!!! Needless to say I am ready for bed at 3:15 p.m.!!!!

Its hard for me to put into words my love for Dana and Nathan and for the grand kids. As many of you know my children did not come to me in the normal fashion, Cheryl, their mother allowed me to become their mother and to claim them as my own. All of them have brought such joy and love into my life. I have come to understand my own mother's struggle with my decision more clearly while I watch them forge ahead with their own lives (in spite of what I may want them to do). I now get to cherish loving my grand children, spoiling them with ice cream for breakfast, 4 trips to the hot tub, 3 "tubby" times, beating grandma at Mariocart and me loving cleaning up after them!! I get to do the things I wish I would have done as a mother more often while Dana and Nate were still at home!! So on this Mother's Day, once again I want to thank Cheryl and Tad for making me a mother!!!!


P.S.
Whahoo, congrats to Dana who now instead of changing diapers only has to wipe a darling little boys bottom!!!

Monday, April 20, 2009

"Swarm" Ball

Ever since Kendall started playing soccer at age 3 I have thought that the more appropriate name should be SWARM ball......Really its like watching a beehive! Saturday Deb and I went to the kids soccer game, Deb entertained Wyatt and I took pictures, these are just a few of the many I could choose from, I won't bore you with all of them!!!













Warren, looking at Dana, I love the way this photo worked out!!!

Deb was teasing Wyatt, letting him pretend to pull out her nose ring....













Mckayla, it was so cold!!!!

















Wyatt is such a cutey!!!









Mckayla, Wyatt, Warren after the fierce soccer battle!!!!

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Finally Pictures!!!!

I finally got this uploading picture thing down.........



Jake and Kathryn's new baby Jane















John one of our "Sand Lot" boys.

















Anne's Andrew

















Allison's Peter










Emily and Victoria

















Colin, Cory, Jessica

















Kendall, Mathew, Betsey and Lauren......





Caitlin, Patricia (holding Jane), Jonthan









Jon and John searching for Mike's lost Easter egg......















More to come....................

The Queen is 80!



The Queen turned 80 in March.















SHUSH! Even the Queen needs a nap!!!

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

I am a Liar

Ok........here I go confession time!

I bought a leather jacket last September, I keep hoping that I will find the "one" that I keep forever.

When I was a kid I would get my new school clothes, hang them in my closet, look at them each day until it was time to wear them. Problem was I didn't want them to get old so I would open the closet doors look at them, shut the doors and decide to wear them tomorrow. It didn't take long I would finally put them on, wear them, and thennnnn............they ended up old, and on my bedroom floor.

And so I come to the present, for 3 or 4 years running I have purchased a leather jacket, thinking I had found the "ONE"! That this year I would not only buy the long sought after jacket, but, I would actually find the right occasion to wear the jacket. Well this was not to be the year, I found the jacket tucked away in my closet awaiting its premier while changing out my winter clothes for my summer clothes (moving my black uniform of winter to the back of the closet for my black uniform of spring).

This is were my confession comes in, I bought the jacket at Nordstrom, as I was walking into the store to return the jacket I found myself coming up with just the right statement as to why I was returning the jacket at the end of the season.

"I bought this for a friend and it didn't fit" (sorry I don't pay this much for birthday's)

"I bought this for my mother and she didn't like it" (you must really love your mother)

"I just wasn't happy with the way it fit" (why take so long to return it dummy)

As I was walking toward the store I thought "why in the world can't you just tell the truth?" Well of course you can, "I found this jacket in my closet, didn't wear it, and so I am returning it" this was what I was going to say when she asked.

So as I approached the desk and took out the jacket and placed it on the desk, it just came out I couldn't help it....."I bought this for my mother and it didn't fit, its such a beautiful jacket....blah blah blah........" AGH!!!! (again with the details) What is it about me that I have to explain every breath to every stranger......that is an questions for another post......or maybe not!

Well the jacket is safe back where it belongs, where someone who will let it become old will find it and take it home.