Weekend

Guess What? Yes today is my birthday. Do I feel older? NO! It has been a calm day. I took Kirk back to school this morning at 7:00, got back at 11:00, went to church, came home and took a nap, and now I am sitting here pondering on my life. For the most part it has been very rewarding. A few turbulent moments but those are the moments when I have to trust in the Lord. I know I would not be able to handle all that comes my way without the help of my Savior. Kirk came home on Friday for the weekend. He kept wanting to go to the Red Apple and I kept putting him off. At about 6:20 he had a major seizure again. I am so grateful we were home and not in the store. I had taken him outside for a few minutes and the wind was blowing. It wasn't too hot but his body over heated. When he came in to go to the bathroom he started seizing while sitting on the toilet. I carefully laid him on the floor and tried to cool him off with at wet rag. Needless to say we didn't go to the Red Apple that night. However, the first words out of his mouth on Saturday morning were, "Red Apple, Shoes". I finally gave in and we went to Red Apple. Of course he had to buy a bag of cat food, AND WE DON'T EVEN OWN A CAT!!! What do I do with the cat food? I let him take it back to school and let them try and take it away from him. Needless to say when Kirk comes home my weekend is a lot busier but interesting.

What's happening

Can you believe it is summer? The weather defies the calendar. The weather has always effected Kirk. The storms moving in and out seem to really effect his brain.The other day I got a phone call from Kirk's school. The director said Kirk was okay but that he had had two seizures that day. They were going to watch him and keep me informed. That night the cottage called at 9:15 and told me he had had another seizure and that they were going to take him into the ER to have him checked. I fill so helpless not having him close enough to be there in a matter of minutes instead of 2 hours. They did some blood work and determined he had low sodium. I am not sure why this would cause so much stress for him. The director said that before one of the seizures Kirk grabbed his head like it was hurting and then got really flushed and started shaking then went into the seizure. He turned blue and had a hard time breathing. He did the same thing last month while he was home. I think it is time to find and see the neurologist. Any clues out there?

Lucky winner

The other night I went to a stake woman's conference. I was touched by the messages. They had asked the sisters that talk to commit to living a certain principles for about 3 months before they spoke and tell us how it changed their lives. It made me stop and ponder if I am doing all that I can, and the answer is a firm no. However, they did encourage us to be better day by day and step by step. They used the theme of Stand Strong and Immovable. I came away committed to do better. At the end of the meeting they gave away their center pieces. I happen to be one of the lucky people.

WOW! The sun if finally shining. I am not sure how to act. The rain was nice for the yard but I love the sunshine. I went to Billings yesterday to take Juanita to the airport so she could go see her babies! I then went and did some shopping for the bedroom and bathroom. It is so frustrating trying to find what you need when you don't know what it looks like in the first place. I was given a list and I hope I got the right stuff. Hopefully, we can get this project done within the next two weeks because Kirk will be home at the end of the month. Not sure what he will do with all the disarray. Maybe I should say, I don't know what I will do to keep him out of things. I can't believe how hard it has been to get use to only one bathroom again. How did we do it before?

If Walls could Talk

The other day while Mike and I were removing plaster and chicken wire from the walls, Mike found two old license plates nailed to the studs. He was so excited. One was a 1929 WY. and a 1931 WY one. They were both in great condition (can't imagine why!). Well, anyway Mike gets to keep them for finding them. As I was tearing off the walls I thought, and I wonder what history is behind all the walls. How many fingers, arms that look like being hit by shrapnel (like mine) and thumbs were hammered? How long did it take them to redo the old garage into livable space? Who helped? It really made me think of my Grandpa Haggen and my dad the whole time we have been doing this project.

Mince Meat!

My arms look like mince meat! The chicken wire is winning!!! All the walls are down and now comes the fun part, cleaning up the plaster from the walls. We have layers and layers of dust. Just when Kevin thinks he has got it all the dust settles and it looks like he never dusted anything. I am so glad he is the house keeper (he isn't at the moment). Mike and I took a trip to the dump on Saturday and of course we got there five minutes late. Can you imagine closing the dump on Saturday morning at 11:00 just when everyone needs to use the dump after spending the morning cleaning? Needless to say, I was frustrated, but Mike has a way and he talked them in to opening it up to let us dump. As we were finishing up we noticed five other people they let through so maybe the extra half hour payed for their overtime. I am now filling up a second load. Every muscle in my body aches. Oh well, it will be worth it in the end (I hope).

Whitney is a big help! She loves to help her daddy. I love to watch her help her daddy. He keeps telling me, "thats how she is going to learn!" I agree, but being a one year old, one must be careful of the things going in the mouth! YUCK!