Monday, October 29, 2018
George asked what time I wanted to leave to come home from St. George. I said 8 or 9. I was ready by 9. We were invited to stop by Carlsons for dinner, which we did. We had a plan to say we had to meet Noelle by 2:30- He didn't do the Noelle plan and we didn't leave until 4. Fortunately I fell asleep. Then we went to Costco to get a pizza and gas. The plan: I'll get gas and he can get the pizza. I got gas in 5 minutes. It took almost an hour to get the pizza and I waited. Then Noelle came and brought the van back. George was going to take her back home but wanted to do a ten minute bike ride with Ziggy. He never came home so I took her even though I was exhausted. He never says he's sorry and when I get mad at him he gets mad back. But I don't care.
Change of perspective
I thought I was going to be dizzy for the rest of my life but I got better and we went to St. George to vacation with Richard and family. Having so much fun! Life is good!!
So Chapter Four? High School
Sightly better. Drama was a trauma. The teacher was a big overconfident gay guy. I went to a couple of classes then checked out. But the sophomore class elected me to be the Skit Chairman for Homecoming. I wrote a very clever skit but it was so messy you couldn't read it. I took it in to the big guy and he sighed and approved it. We got second out of three in the competition. They gave me one more chance in Junior year but it was worse. So they didn't give me a chance in Senior Year.
So I tried out for the choir and didn't get in because I was breathy so my friends advocated for me and voila! I got accepted! It was a great experience participating in musicals and starting a trio with two of my singing friends which caught on as the class trio. We sang at assemblies, dances that we didn't get asked to, and graduation activities, commencement, etc. We were good and even had a Smothers Brothers routine which was hilarious. We were asked to sing in Sacrament Meetings almost every week. Good friends. Good times.
In high school I did have a couldn't decide between them so they both dropped me in a very mean way, a Halloween basket full of insults. I think I actually liked Tom best, but it was so fun going to a Homecoming Dance with Jim who was Homecoming King. Tom had asked me to Junior Prom and stood me straight up. The rest of my love life involved unrequited experiences, like Stuart who fell for Deidra and I don't blame him. He asked me to the Senior Prom the day before the dance and we didn't speak a word all night. I was so immature. He was tall, dark handsome, smart, a basketball player........
My insecurity prevented me from taking Senior World History, the best class in the high school and the best college preparation. I was terrified of college preparation, or just the word college maybe.
They were only letting 10 girls out of three hundred, in Pep Club the year I tried out, and I actually made it? Why? I had the loudest yell in the school. What a point of pride!
I got decent grades and took some interesting classes like Home Economics where we learned how to sew, set a table, and made and wrap a peanut butter sandwich, skills which have been crucial in my life. Well maybe not the peanut butter sandwich. That is so easy it doesn't even qualify as a skill.
Word Study has really helped me. We learned so may facts and roots of words. And of course, 3 years of French. I was in French class out in the Stadium classroom when I found out President Kennedy had been assassinated which was incredibly shocking! Everyone remembers where they were when this event occurred.
Oh that reminds me I also took Geometry out in the stadium and I flirted with John Galloway so much that the teacher actually made me a dunce cap and made me sit in the corner.
Oh man, I just remembered TWIRP week. That is an acronym for The Woman is Required to Pay. We waited on the guys for a week which ended with a girls choice dance. I was in charge and did so many unapproved activities that I was reprimanded by the Assistant Principal who was my mother's brother's wife's dad? I was out of control. I just remember the activity involved the cafeteria and water. Water balloons?
I drove the 1952 Studebaker to school because I was taking early morning seminary and going to play the piano for Primary after school. I took five out of four seminary classes ( two years of Book of Mormon) and was a terrible piano player. I don't know how the kids could sing to all those mistakes! Maybe they didn't. hahahahahahah The Studebaker was popular with my friends because hardly anyone had a car to drive. My parents let me drive it because I was doing church stuff. I used to go pick up my friends for activities and once used Louvonne Hart as a hood ornament while I drove down the street. Mom said it was the worst thing I ever did. Poor ignorant mom.
In the summers I went to Excelsios Beauty School and hung out with the bad girls and mostly just hung out not ever learning how to do hair. It was beauty school where I drank my first Coke and hear swear words every day. It was an education I probably could have done without. But I did meet two of my best friends there, Erlene and Prudy. Yes Prudy.
So Chapter Four? High School
Sightly better. Drama was a trauma. The teacher was a big overconfident gay guy. I went to a couple of classes then checked out. But the sophomore class elected me to be the Skit Chairman for Homecoming. I wrote a very clever skit but it was so messy you couldn't read it. I took it in to the big guy and he sighed and approved it. We got second out of three in the competition. They gave me one more chance in Junior year but it was worse. So they didn't give me a chance in Senior Year.
So I tried out for the choir and didn't get in because I was breathy so my friends advocated for me and voila! I got accepted! It was a great experience participating in musicals and starting a trio with two of my singing friends which caught on as the class trio. We sang at assemblies, dances that we didn't get asked to, and graduation activities, commencement, etc. We were good and even had a Smothers Brothers routine which was hilarious. We were asked to sing in Sacrament Meetings almost every week. Good friends. Good times.
In high school I did have a couldn't decide between them so they both dropped me in a very mean way, a Halloween basket full of insults. I think I actually liked Tom best, but it was so fun going to a Homecoming Dance with Jim who was Homecoming King. Tom had asked me to Junior Prom and stood me straight up. The rest of my love life involved unrequited experiences, like Stuart who fell for Deidra and I don't blame him. He asked me to the Senior Prom the day before the dance and we didn't speak a word all night. I was so immature. He was tall, dark handsome, smart, a basketball player........
My insecurity prevented me from taking Senior World History, the best class in the high school and the best college preparation. I was terrified of college preparation, or just the word college maybe.
They were only letting 10 girls out of three hundred, in Pep Club the year I tried out, and I actually made it? Why? I had the loudest yell in the school. What a point of pride!
I got decent grades and took some interesting classes like Home Economics where we learned how to sew, set a table, and made and wrap a peanut butter sandwich, skills which have been crucial in my life. Well maybe not the peanut butter sandwich. That is so easy it doesn't even qualify as a skill.
Word Study has really helped me. We learned so may facts and roots of words. And of course, 3 years of French. I was in French class out in the Stadium classroom when I found out President Kennedy had been assassinated which was incredibly shocking! Everyone remembers where they were when this event occurred.
Oh that reminds me I also took Geometry out in the stadium and I flirted with John Galloway so much that the teacher actually made me a dunce cap and made me sit in the corner.
Oh man, I just remembered TWIRP week. That is an acronym for The Woman is Required to Pay. We waited on the guys for a week which ended with a girls choice dance. I was in charge and did so many unapproved activities that I was reprimanded by the Assistant Principal who was my mother's brother's wife's dad? I was out of control. I just remember the activity involved the cafeteria and water. Water balloons?
I drove the 1952 Studebaker to school because I was taking early morning seminary and going to play the piano for Primary after school. I took five out of four seminary classes ( two years of Book of Mormon) and was a terrible piano player. I don't know how the kids could sing to all those mistakes! Maybe they didn't. hahahahahahah The Studebaker was popular with my friends because hardly anyone had a car to drive. My parents let me drive it because I was doing church stuff. I used to go pick up my friends for activities and once used Louvonne Hart as a hood ornament while I drove down the street. Mom said it was the worst thing I ever did. Poor ignorant mom.
In the summers I went to Excelsios Beauty School and hung out with the bad girls and mostly just hung out not ever learning how to do hair. It was beauty school where I drank my first Coke and hear swear words every day. It was an education I probably could have done without. But I did meet two of my best friends there, Erlene and Prudy. Yes Prudy.
Thursday, October 25, 2018
VERTIGO CHAPTER TWO
Three days of vertigo. Three days in bed. One day of nausea. Slowly improving with Epley Maneuver. I thought I was going to be dizzy the rest of my life.
My father lived in Idaho Falls during the week leaving mom with three little kids. She put a lot of pressure on him to get a house in IF, which he did, without having her look at it first. She said she didn't particularly like it but it was our home for 2 decades. I walked to second grade along the huge and swift Idaho Canal. In fact our Church was on the other side of the canal and then down a road. we took a shortcut on a skinny little catwalk over the canal. Lucky me I never even got a drop of Idaho Canal on me. Ever. Even when we were throwing rocks and playing around on the bank. Other kids weren't so lucky and drowned, maybe one a year. I crossed the canal on the car bridge four times a day as I walked to school, home for lunch, back to school, then home again after school. Alone. My second grade teacher, Mrs. Hart, was the best teacher in my entire education. She was so kind and noticed I was huddling in a corner during recess. After recess she would remind the class that they needed to look around for lonely people on the playground and include them in our activities. That didn't work but how nice of her. Mrs. Hart had her second graders memorize three things, rules of phonetics word for word, the Hallellujah chorus and the Gettysburg address. Can you think of any more important things than those?
We sat in alphabetical order so all during elementary school I sat in front of Deidra McMillan, a very popular girl. She acted like she liked me and laughed at my jokes. She was so important to me, an insecure girl. We were even friends all through high school and she was as close to popular as I ever got. I was too immature and silly.
All I remember about third grade is being the last person in the the class to finish a math paper. When you finished you were to go stand by the wall so the whole class was standing around watching me be stressed and humiliated. They cheered when I finished which was no solace. Also I remember that Pam Davis went up to the teacher's desk and projectile vomited all over her.
Fourth grade our teacher quit in the middle of the year, which was devastating. Our new teacher was a young guy with acne who taught us Polynesian songs and dances. One day when I went home for lunch, I brought back a whole box of kittens that my cat had just delivered, without asking him. He was upset about it and told me to take them straight back home. Maybe he didn't like kittens. Meany.
Fifth grade was the art year. Our teacher, Mrs. Hogg was middle aged with white hair, and loved, loved, loved art. She had a good nature and didn't fit her name at all. So it was a good year. It was also the year I fell in love with Chip Hobson and we traded dog tags.
Sixth grade was also kind of a disaster. Mr. Sherwood showed me how to grow bacteria on petri dishes. I exposed the dishes to various things, put them in a bag and placed them in a dark cupboard. When it was time to display our science projects, I opened the cupboard and it was full of blue, green and brown bacteria on steroids. and it had a matching smell. It had expanded to fill the closet and was gross. I was still "with" Chip.
My father lived in Idaho Falls during the week leaving mom with three little kids. She put a lot of pressure on him to get a house in IF, which he did, without having her look at it first. She said she didn't particularly like it but it was our home for 2 decades. I walked to second grade along the huge and swift Idaho Canal. In fact our Church was on the other side of the canal and then down a road. we took a shortcut on a skinny little catwalk over the canal. Lucky me I never even got a drop of Idaho Canal on me. Ever. Even when we were throwing rocks and playing around on the bank. Other kids weren't so lucky and drowned, maybe one a year. I crossed the canal on the car bridge four times a day as I walked to school, home for lunch, back to school, then home again after school. Alone. My second grade teacher, Mrs. Hart, was the best teacher in my entire education. She was so kind and noticed I was huddling in a corner during recess. After recess she would remind the class that they needed to look around for lonely people on the playground and include them in our activities. That didn't work but how nice of her. Mrs. Hart had her second graders memorize three things, rules of phonetics word for word, the Hallellujah chorus and the Gettysburg address. Can you think of any more important things than those?
We sat in alphabetical order so all during elementary school I sat in front of Deidra McMillan, a very popular girl. She acted like she liked me and laughed at my jokes. She was so important to me, an insecure girl. We were even friends all through high school and she was as close to popular as I ever got. I was too immature and silly.
All I remember about third grade is being the last person in the the class to finish a math paper. When you finished you were to go stand by the wall so the whole class was standing around watching me be stressed and humiliated. They cheered when I finished which was no solace. Also I remember that Pam Davis went up to the teacher's desk and projectile vomited all over her.
Fourth grade our teacher quit in the middle of the year, which was devastating. Our new teacher was a young guy with acne who taught us Polynesian songs and dances. One day when I went home for lunch, I brought back a whole box of kittens that my cat had just delivered, without asking him. He was upset about it and told me to take them straight back home. Maybe he didn't like kittens. Meany.
Fifth grade was the art year. Our teacher, Mrs. Hogg was middle aged with white hair, and loved, loved, loved art. She had a good nature and didn't fit her name at all. So it was a good year. It was also the year I fell in love with Chip Hobson and we traded dog tags.
Sixth grade was also kind of a disaster. Mr. Sherwood showed me how to grow bacteria on petri dishes. I exposed the dishes to various things, put them in a bag and placed them in a dark cupboard. When it was time to display our science projects, I opened the cupboard and it was full of blue, green and brown bacteria on steroids. and it had a matching smell. It had expanded to fill the closet and was gross. I was still "with" Chip.
Wednesday, October 17, 2018
Tuesday, October 16, 2018
I drove George's utility van when I came home last week. He said he had vacuumed all the flies out but there were hundred, yes hundreds that came out of the woodwork when I started my journey. I stopped at Walmart and bought pesticide and fly strips and by the time I arrived home I had three flytraps literally covered with stuck flies. The ride is much more pleasant without hundreds of flies buzzing around you and landing on you. Yuck!!!!!!
John went home to Stephanie last night. So goes the soap opera.
Today I am having lunch with Ann Tolley. She is my travel partner from the Panama Canal cruise. She contacted me last week and wants to do an Asian cruise. I'm alive again!!!!!!!!
John went home to Stephanie last night. So goes the soap opera.
Today I am having lunch with Ann Tolley. She is my travel partner from the Panama Canal cruise. She contacted me last week and wants to do an Asian cruise. I'm alive again!!!!!!!!
Monday, October 15, 2018
Every time I drive home I try to take 17th East so that I can see two beautiful trees, a Dawn Redwood and an Autumn Blaze maple.
I had a fun weekend taking my grandkids to Cornbelly's at Thanksgiving Point. Stella one day and Yogi, Ben the next. Both days Michaela, Richard and the kids met us there. Pure heaven.
Thursday, October 11, 2018
Finally!
Finally I figured out how to access this on my phone! I’m at the River House, bored, doing little projects like organize cupboards, swatting flies, making stew from our slaughtered steer,and eating shaved ice, which strangely comforts me. Also it may be keeping me from gaining weight since it takes so many calories to keep me warm.
Stephanie update: she lost her great job and her boyfriend moved out but she hasn’t even suggested suicide. I was catatonic for a couple of days and I’m getting tired of the constancy of her life of drama. I wish I didn’t care. And her daughter, Stella, got in serious trouble at school twice last week keeps me miserable. That girl has a bad, hairline trigger temper!
I took Quincy to dinner and shopping for her birthday last night. It was so fun, delicious and fun.
I can’t commit to anything because I’m always driving back and forth. And I don’t know what I would commit to if I could. For once in my life I don’t have to do anything. So strange.
Stephanie update: she lost her great job and her boyfriend moved out but she hasn’t even suggested suicide. I was catatonic for a couple of days and I’m getting tired of the constancy of her life of drama. I wish I didn’t care. And her daughter, Stella, got in serious trouble at school twice last week keeps me miserable. That girl has a bad, hairline trigger temper!
I took Quincy to dinner and shopping for her birthday last night. It was so fun, delicious and fun.
I can’t commit to anything because I’m always driving back and forth. And I don’t know what I would commit to if I could. For once in my life I don’t have to do anything. So strange.
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