Monday, October 15, 2012

Okay, I Need Help…………..


Please keep telling me that you cannot replace children, grandchildren and dogs with cows, oxen, horses squirrels and numerous other creatures!!!!
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But isn’t he just the cutest thing!! These are the little oxen, they are supposed to keep eating until they grow up to be big oxen.  Why doesn’t that work for me?  They are out in the Brigham Young pasture and I see them a lot. They will come up to the fence now when I am out there. This little guy wanted me to scratch his ears. He kept coming to the fence and then would jump back. So cute.  They had been eating all day and the poor things were just worn out. So siesta time.
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The Poppa oxen don’t want to be left out. I was feeding the little ones and in lumbers the poppa and off scoots the baby!
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No transition here, life happens minute by minute! So last week I start feeling a little funky about 3 in the afternoon, by nightfall I was SICK! Seems like I am getting this every year.  I just finished a month episode of this in Denver in February! I know Richard, I need to take more vitamins, less Sprite Zero! So I miss two days of missionary service and Richard decides that is enough. In he walks with our doctor, who actually makes house calls here in old Nauvoo!  I had not a stitch of make-up on but I didn’t care. Now that was real sick! He was so kind and will not make fun of me in public. On to the medications, so that I can get up and at em again. That was a Tuesday and Thursday night feeling not so well, I have to go and do Rendezvous for the visiting authorities!!!!!!!!!!! I actually thought I was going to faint about half way through the show, but you know me and my Broadway blood, the show must go on. Up the next morning before 8 to get the Brigham Young house shining so that I could give tours for the visiting authorities. That is a whole other blog entry. Now I am on my way to the pharmacy to get another medication, because we know girls, with antibiotics, comes women complications. Will it never end?

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