Exercise Equals Pain!

Monday morning I got a call from a dear friend asking if I was up to walking to get a little exercise. Mornings and especially Mondays aren't my favorite, but I told her she was welcome to come over and maybe we could do some stretching. So when she came we went in the family room and started doing an exercise routine I had taped in hopes of maybe burning some calories. Well, it felt really good to be stretching and I even did some light aerobics and lifted some weights. I was so proud of myself that I went out of my comfort zone and did more than I have in a long time. By yesterday afternoon I was so sore and my hip felt like it had been dislocated. I stayed in bed all afternoon with ice packs wincing in pain every time I tried to turn over. I spent a sleepless night trying to get comfortable and after taking pain meds all night I still wasn't pain free. This morning as Rich left he says his usual, "Dewey are you alright?" My answer was, "no I think I'm going to die if I don't find some relief for this pain." After he left my Mom called to see how I was doing. I told her about my night and how much pain I'm in and how desperate I am to find out what is wrong with me. She tries to help but basically NO ONE can help me. Mindi came home from her doctors appointment and informed me that today was the last day to use my 30% off coupon at Kohl's, so I got dressed, sucked it up and went shopping. I have three birthdays next week so it was important to make it to the sale. By the time we got home I was in tears, my head was pounding, my neck stiff and my hip was throbbing. I started taking the pain meds again and spent the afternoon on the bed with ice packs and a heating pad. I finally made it up to feed to animals and hopefully work on two quilts I need to finish. Rich called this afternoon to see if I had expired or not, we were talking about the olden days when I was a collegiate athlete and now there is a possibility I will be in a wheelchair someday. I assured him that he has aged too and there are some things about him that aren't the same now either. We did come to the conclusion that life isn't fair, and that when you get married you really don't know what challenges you will have along the way. We have some close family members who have decided to divorce and go their separate ways taking their children away from the church and out of our family. It breaks my heart to see the affect it is having on the people I love, but that is what we fought for in Heaven, the right to choose for ourselves what kind of life we want to live. I know there are people close to us who are literally fighting for their lives. It makes me feel bad that I can't just accept that I'm crippled and be happy, but that isn't the Greer Way!

March Madness

Casket made for Kamber

I love the month of March because the weather is so nice and the flowers are so beautiful. I also love "March Madness" with the college basketball games being played. My Dad attended ASU on a basketball scholarship so we were hoping one of our sons would want to excel at that sport, but instead they loved football. Even though both BYU and the U of A lost this weekend they both had really good seasons. This Sat. we attended the baptism of a friend of Rich's. She works at a Home Depot, his "home away from home", and he saw something really special in her. There have also been others who have seen the same light in her and we are happy to be a part of her conversion. I was impressed by some of the comments made at her baptism that "even though you have made this decision to be baptised it doesn't mean that you won't have many adversities along the way." After the accident that took Kamber from us, Ethan and Rich spent a week making her casket. The choices they gave them were not acceptable to the family so they decided to build something worthy enough to send her home in. Well, this weekend we got a call from a friend in the ward wanting Ethan's phone number. They had a close friend lose a son to a rare ruptured blood vessel in the brain and passed away on Sat. Ethan and Jenn have started a non profit where he is making caskets for children who pass away hoping to defray the cost, plus these are beautiful works of art. He took it to get the inside finished to be ready for the funeral on Wed. I have been racking my brain as to what we as a family can do to raise money to pay for the cost of materials for these little caskets. We are kicking around some ideas from either a garage sale or raffle off items that are donated. I know it is hard on my kids to go through the emotions while working on these caskets but I'm hoping that they will be able to provide a great service to grieving families and hopefully in turn it will help them with the healing process.

On The Road Again

Yesterday morning Rich came in to propose a plan to get me to Camp Verde to pick up my little bunnies. He suggested that I go to work with him, check on a couple of jobs and then we would hit the freeway and make our way up north. At first I wasn't so sure I wanted to spend the whole day on a road trip, but I hurried and started my dishwasher, threw a load of laundry in, got dressed and off we went. Rich is so busy running his company that we never really have time to spend alone. He's always worked 12-14 hours a day and I've spent all my time here at home by myself, so spending the day with him is really rare. While he was working on a job I sat in the truck listening to the radio and working on a quilt. I had the windows down and felt the cool breeze on my face, hearing all the birds chirping. Before we left I went in to see what the job looked like, I hear about jobs sometimes, but never actually see the transformation that comes once he gets the work done. We had a nice drive up the I 17 and enjoyed looking at the mountains and landscape. The only time we go that way is when we go to Utah and lately Rich has just flown in the airplane. Anyway, we made it up there around 12:30 p.m. and spent some time talking to Sally about her rabbits, chickens and even a cute little sheep. When I talked to her on the phone she only had one little female but when we got there she decided to let me buy two. I guess when I told her how sad I was about my Colorado rabbits she felt sorry and decided she would part with them. Sally was kind, most people that like animals are super nice. As we left Rich and I felt sorry for her as she told us that her husband can't find any work. We felt really blessed that we have been fortunate to make it through this rough economy, so far. We had planned to have a nice lunch but were running out of time as we needed to make it back to Phoenix to check on another job, hit Home Deport to pick up a window before dropping me off for Dave to bring me home. Rich had a meeting about a new job at 5:00 p.m. so I got to spend some quality time riding home from Scottsdale with Dave. It meant a lot to me that my husband, who isn't that BIG of an animal lover would take the time out of his busy schedule to take me that far to purchase rabbits. Hopefully this won't be our last road trip, I just don't think it will be picking up animals next time.

Loss

What a busy week it has been, time is going by so fast. My sister Mell had asked me to help her teach a couple of her friends how to make tamales. Yesterday was the day and even though it was a lot of work we had a good time. I'm not an expert by any means, I've only made them a few times but they turned out really well. I always get anxiety when I'm having strangers over to my house. I woke up early and took all my St. Pat's stuff down and got all the Easter rabbits put in their place. I did some laundry, cleaned my kitchen, filled up my hummingbird feeder and even took a shower and put on some make up. By the time they were cooking the last batch of tamales I was lying on the couch trying to get my second wind. I have always needed that little nap in the afternoon or I can't make it through the evening. I have been really sad about my bunnies and have been searching for some to replace mine. There is a girl in Camp Verde who is saving one for me and Rich has offered to take me on a road trip to pick her up. I just don't know when we will be making the trek. As I was talking to a friend of mine today about how sad I've been about my rabbits I began to cry. Okay, they were just two rabbits, what's my problem? It boils down to the fact that these were special rabbits. My son cared enough about me to drive me for two hours to pick them up, let me keep them in his garage and then brought them home the fourteen hours to Arizona. These rabbits weren't in my house, I hardly even touched them, but the sentimental value represented someone who cared about me. I have experienced one of the greatest losses by losing Kamber and these little bunnies are nothing compared to losing her, but darn it, it brings up the same emotions deep in my heart. I know there will be other pets that will come and go, they can be replaced unlike a loved one. Rich and I were talking about it last night and wondered if we will ever be able to "get over it" what ever that means. The only thing we can do is try and live a life worthy of seeing her again when we join her on the other side, but until then I will just keep trying to find something to fill the void.

Why Is Life So Hard?

I had a rough weekend but isn't life rough most of the time anyway? Trisyn had a volleyball tournament on Sat. and because of conflicts I haven't been able to watch her play. So because the games were being played close I decided to go. She had to be there at 7:15 a.m. so it was an early morning to get myself ready plus have all my animals fed. We got out there and watched the first game and then we had a two hour wait before the second game so we decided to go to Ethan and Jenn's to hang out. The kids had a fun time playing and then Jenn took me back with her kids for the last two games. Tristyn played really well but the team only won one out of the three games. I had left Rich home with a list of things to do but especially wanted him to get a cage built for my big white Colorado rabbit that Spencer drove me two hours to buy when I was up visiting. Anyway, I ended up buying two does and one was hopefully going to have babies soon. Well, Rich got busy doing other things and only got the hutch partially built and that was okay because I knew I had one more week before the babies were due. On Sunday morning Mindi came and told me to not go outside because the dogs had killed my two rabbits. WHAT! They didn't eat them, but they must have chased them until they died. I was distraught all day. I noticed that she had been digging but didn't think she could dig that far to get under the wall. It is a good thing I didn't go out because I would probably kill two dogs. I understand it is an instinct for dogs to chase rabbits, but I'm still heartbroken. I'm trying to find some of the same breed and there are some possibilities even if Rich has to take me to Camp Verde I will find some new Flemish Giants to replace my Colorado rabbits. Life is hard but there's nothing I can do about it but try to cope with what comes my way.

All of the grand kids after the tournament.

Feeling SO Much Better!

Wow, what a difference a day makes. I was so happy when I woke up this morning and actually felt pretty good. It was nice to get up and have the energy to fix breakfast, unload my dishwasher and do three loads of laundry, so far. When I went out to feed my animals Mindi had her three boys out picking up the yard and Trace was mowing. How nice is it to have three boys coming up the ranks for Rich to torment into working around the house. Hopefully they will take advantage of his expertise and learn how to work hard. After we were done in the back I needed to water the flowers out in front. It has been in the 90's the last couple of days so everything is thirsty. Rich kills himself in Oct. and Nov. so that we can have these beautiful flowers for the spring. I like the animals and he likes the flowers, so his joke is always, "you're the rancher and I'm the farmer." Not really because I could never raise an animal that I would be expected to butcher and actually cook and eat it. I just pretend they make meat at the grocery store so I don't have to think too much about where it comes from. I have been told many times that I should be a vegetarian because of my soft heart towards God's creatures. I have been working hard on a couple of quilts for some very special little people in my life, we have some birthdays coming up so I need to get them finished. We never get to go anywhere for spring break so I'm just pretending that my Colorado and Utah trips were taken instead of going to Aruba for spring break. Ha Ha! I feel so good today I took a shower and actually put a bra on. You know I'm feeling good when I get completely dressed. I put on this stupid shirt I bought a few years ago that is black with "Happy St. Patrick's Day" on it in rhinestones. I wore it for about a minute until I saw how stupid I looked in the mirror. So off it came and I put on a green Reebok tee shirt I bought with Spencer's money, much better for me. Our family doesn't have any Irish decedents that we know of so we won't be cooking the brisket and cabbage today, probably more on the lines of enchiladas and tostadas, but for everyone celebrating today, "Happy St. Patrick's Day."

FLU When It's 90 Degrees?

I woke up this morning at 4:45 a.m. and my hip was killing me. Rich was getting ready to leave for the gym so I asked him to please get me an ice pack and an Aleve before he left. As I got up to use the restroom I started to shiver and my teeth were even chattering. As Rich brought the ice in I thought maybe I should use the heating pad and try to get the chills to go away. I also took my blood pressure and it registered 185/85. I didn't know if I was having a heart attack, a stroke or maybe just a flu bug. I asked Rich to stay with me because I didn't know if I was going to live or die at that point. He was nice and got back into bed with his gym clothes on waiting for me to feel better. I finally took some more pain reliever and fell asleep until around 7:30 a.m. When I got up it felt like my arms weighed at least 50 lbs. each and I was aching all over my body. It felt like someone hit me on the back of my neck with a baseball bat. Mindi's kids have all had strep throat the last two weeks, but my throat didn't hurt. I have spent all day in bed except to get up to make some chicken noodle soup and finally took a hot bath to see if I could calm down all the aches and pains. I had such high hopes today that I could get some of my projects done, but the dishes are still in the dishwasher and I have four loads of laundry to do. I may try and walk out to see if my animals are all still alive but then I will be back on the bed for the evening. How can you get the flu when it's 90 degrees outside. Anyway, I am hoping tomorrow will be a better day, it is spring break and I was hoping to have some fun, but maybe that isn't in the cards either. I hate being sick! It takes a day in bed getting bed sores to appreciate feeling good enough to do the mundane chores around this house. Hopefully the sun will come up tomorrow and I will be feeling better, I'm tired of watching t.v. and drinking gatorade.

Spring Break and Service

Today is the first day of spring break for the grand kids and the six month anniversary of my hip surgery. It's always fun to have a change of pace and even though it's hard having the kids home all day, they are old enough to be lots of help. Hopefully we will be able to do some fun things and not just work around the house and on projects. Spring always brings feelings of a new beginning for me. With April Conference and Easter it always makes me emotional to think of the sacrifice our Savior made for us. Sundays seem to give me some time to reflect on my life and the things I need to do better. As a mother and grand mother I want to be an example of what to be like, but at times I'm afraid it turns into more of a what not to be like. That makes me sad, but it is what it is. The Relief Society lesson yesterday was really good about service. She gave a great quote by President Kimball where he says: "God does notice us, and he watches over us. But it is usually through another person that he meets our needs." It was an emotional meeting for all of us sisters in the class. Who hasn't been touched by a kind act of service by someone who has been prompted to help us? After Kamber passed away we were all so heart broken, I didn't know if I would be able to keep it together. It affected my health, my marriage, my ability to think clearly, and many other aspects of my life. I remember Jenn telling me of an experience she had with her Bishop as they talked about how devastated they were and what they could do to overcome the deep feelings of sadness they were having. I remember her telling me that all her Bishop told her to do that would help them was, "serve, serve and then serve some more." In the lesson yesterday it talks about all the blessings we receive by serving others. It increases our ability to love and that makes us less selfish. It also helps us when we think of the problems of others our own problems seem less serious. I have been so sad about the devastation in Japan, but helpless of anything I could do. Hopefully as a family we will find opportunities to serve those around us as President Kimball said, "We become more substantive as we serve others-indeed, it is easier to "find" ourselves because there is so much more of us to find!"

Finally a Girl!

I've spent the last two days trying to fight off a headache. I don't know if it's the change in the weather or just stress. On Tues. I went to Scottsdale with Mindi, she had an appointment to see if they could make sure about the gender of her baby and I visited with my parents. We were waiting patiently for the call and it seemed like it was taking forever. I started to have terrible anxiety worrying that maybe something was wrong. Rich even called while he was busy working to see if we had heard anything. After about two hours we finally got the news that everything was okay and it is for sure a GIRL! I am so excited because girl stuff is so much cuter and more fun to shop for than boys. Although I do adore all my little grand sons it will be fun to have another girl and darn it, Tristyn needs a sister even if they will be thirteen years apart. Last night we got irrigation at 3:30 a.m. and I hate it when we get it during the night. I woke up at 4:45 and it was already up on my porch which means Rich needed to go out and send it down the ditch. When Mindi and I went out to feed the animals this morning I saw that my big pregnant momma rabbit had dug a hole and joined her male friend on the other side. So here we are a fat crippled almost 58 year-old and a four month pregnant lady wandering in the irrigation catching rabbits and shoveling dirt. Mindi was holding my big momma and I wanted to take a picture of her for posterity but she wouldn't have any part of that. As we were putting the rabbits back in their pen she said, "we have WAY to many freaking animals!" You Think! It's spring so all the animals are having babies, we have had six baby chicks hatch these last two weeks. We have also found three scorpions this week, good thing Annie is in Colorado because she thinks they are creepy. Life continues to teach me lessons I need to learn, hopefully I can be a good student.

"Opposition and Joy"

Before I left on my road trip to Colorado I had been reading a book by Bruce R. Hafen called "The Broken Heart." On Sat. as I was feeling very discouraged and not well, while looking for a paper in my office/sewing room I came upon a pile and found my book. I went in the living room on the couch and started reading. When I opened the book I was in the chapter titled, "Opposition and Joy." I haven't been feeling very much joy lately so I was interested in what he had to say. "The ultimate purpose of the Atonement is to ensure our happiness and joy." Then he goes on to tell us that when Adam and Eve went into the "lone and dreary world" they would find opposition in all things." They needed to experience the "misery of mortality in order to comprehend the sweet taste of joy. If they had remained in Eden, "they would have remained in a state of innocence, having no joy, for they knew no misery; doing no good, for they knew not sin." Before the accident that took Kamber away from our family I feel like we were in a bubble, and that bad things only happened to other families not ours. After the call that changed my life forever, I was walking down my hall pounding on the wall and yelling "Heavenly Father why us?" I will never forget the words I heard in my mind, "why not you?" At the end of the chapter Brother Hafen says," Somehow, our joyful experiences mean more when we are fully conscious of the alternatives and the contrasts that surround us. We prize our health when we see sickness. We truly love peace when we know the ugliness of war. The ultimate end of the Atonement, surrounded by such opposistion is "the great plan of happiness." I don't know if we will ever experience the true joy while on this earth but hopefully some day it will come.

What is Mindi's Baby?

Yesterday was busy around the house trying to catch up on all the projects that need to be finished or should I say started. Rich has a saying when he hasn't had time to work at home that "every thing's either broken or worn out" and that is where we are over here. We went to a birthday party on Friday night and that was fun, but standing for two hours was torture on my hip, so yesterday was hard to get motivated. I have been feeling a little sluggish and dizzy but this morning I woke up feeling pretty good. Sometimes I have to wonder where my brain is though. Today in Relief Society they always ask for "good news." I never want to say anything because I don't want to draw attention to myself or say something stupid, so I try and stay quiet. I think just making it out of bed and taking nourishment is "good news." Anyway, I felt that Minid having her sonogram and seeing her little baby was good news. I told the sisters that Mindi had good news about her baby. Everyone wanted to know what the gender was and when she said the baby's legs were crossed so we don't know yet, I said,"say a prayer that we will get a crotch shot this week." Are you kidding me right now? Why would I blurt that out in church with a bunch of ladies, did I think I was at a Greer family party or what? I am so embarrassed right now that I may not go back next week. Maybe I should take another trip until I can face my ward again. Life is always interesting so maybe I will have some really "good news" next week!

We Get To Choose

Today is Spencer's 27th birthday. I can't remember not having him home for his birthday except while he was on his mission, so I hope he will have a good day. The NFL is still in negotiations with the Players Union and today is the deadline to get an agreement between the owners of the teams and the players. I don't understand what the problems are, but think they should work it out for the sake of all the families whose lives depend on the sport. I am thankful that Spencer got his degree so if there is a lockout of the players he will hopefully be able to find a job.

I have been saddened by the conflict I have had with some of my family members this week. I've tried to figure it out in my mind what I can do to help the situation and for a few days the feeling has come that I need to respect every ones right to their free agency. I was taught from an early age that we fought in Heaven for the right to CHOOSE for ourselves what we wanted to do. I know as a teenager I rebelled against some of the rules my parents had put for our family to follow. I did however realize as I matured that they just wanted what was best for me. As I talked to my Dad on Tues. I could tell that he still feels bad about the way he treated me while I was growing up. We just disagreed about a lot of issues and I felt like he didn't respect my opinions. However, I would never call him and try and make a case for his shortcomings because he already knows. I think as parents we do the best we can in the situation we are put in. I have felt many times that I was way over my head trying to raise four children by myself while Rich was busy working and trying to put food on the table and shelter over our heads. Being married and having children has been really hard for me, but I loved my family and tried my best. That is the great thing about having grand children, you get to love them from a distance and not have the responsibilty of teaching them right from wrong other than through example. Since Kamber passed away I have felt such a struggle to feel worthy to be with her again. I want us all to be together again on the other side but that will depend on the lives we choose to live.

Visit with Mom and Dad

Yesterday was suppose to be the big day we learned the gender of Mindi's baby. I have bought a lot of girl material in hopes this will be another grand daughter. She found a place in Phoenix that does them cheaper than her doctor so I decided to have her drop Troy and I off at my parents house in Scottsdale and then she and Dave would go to the appointment. Well, it ended up that Tristyn and Trace both weren't feeling well so they were home to watch Troy. I was all ready to go so I went for the ride anyway. I don't get to visit at my parents house much because I don't drive by myself and most of the time we are way busy. When we got there at 10:30 a.m. they were just having breakfast. Is that what old people do? Anyway, it was fun talking to them about my challenges and getting their opinion on what I should do. I always knew my parents loved me, but at times I was a brat. It is nice to be at peace with them and so appreciate all they have sacrificed for me. Whenever there is a need they have always been there for support. As a young mother and even now as a grand mother I fall short time and time again. Rich and I know we didn't do the right things all the time. Some of my children still struggle with our imperfections and that makes me so sad. I know my parents did the best they could and I feel that I tried the very best to be a good example to my children. I hope in the end it was good enough. As it turned out with Mindi, the baby had HER legs crossed so they didn't get a good shot of her "privates" but we are confident it is a girl, or should I say hopeful it is. As long as we don't see any boy parts we will keep on hoping.