Fooled Again!

We bought a 5th Wheel Trailer in 1984. The first thing I asked Ken was if our truck could pull it. His answer?? No problem. After a couple of really hairy vacations where we almost didn't make it up a hill, he confessed that the truck would not pull the trailer and we bought a new truck. After living in that trailer for six months while we finished our house, I said it had to go and we sold it. After Brandon and Hayley bought a trailer recently we started looking at Fifth Wheels again. We found a really nice one on KSL in Mesquite. Dennis and Faye went and looked at it for us and after getting the word from Faye that it was fabulous I asked Ken, "Will our truck pull it?"


Of course you can guess the answer. "Yes it will. No problem!!" After all (I thought to myself) the truck we had now was a newer truck, it should have more power and why would I ever doubt my husband. Silly Question!! Well, long story short, the white Ford 150 did not pull the 5th Wheel. My first clue?? Everytime I got on the computer after Ken there were trucks on the internet. I knew then I was in big trouble. So I asked him, "What's the deal?"
"Well, I don't think the truck is big enough to pull the trailer and I don't want to blow the engine and then have to get a new truck anyway." So I reluctantly told him that maybe we should start looking at buying a new truck. The optimal word being LOOK. The next day he called me at work and asked me to call the Credit Union so we could get pre-approved. I told him I thought it was a little early for that when he reported that he not only had found the truck---it was now sitting in our driveway. Are you kidding me???
If there is such a thing as love at first sight with a truck my husband had it. And all I can say is 'Fool me once shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me.' But it is a really nice truck even though it cost more than our first house!

Yee Haw!!

Finally!! After four weeks of crutches I am finally free. During my last visit Dr. Bitner told me I could start putting weight to the point of pain but it took me a while to get up the courage. Ken and I went to Mount Pleasant for a few days. On Sunday, after Sacrament Meeting I was fixing dinner and happened to put weight on my foot and no pain! (or at least not very much!)
I feel like I have been released from prison and will no longer run the risk of breaking the other leg or an arm when I fall down with the crutches.
If I'm on my feet too much I pay a price at night. But I don't care. Anything is better than crutches!

Phase 2

I went back to the Doctor yesterday and got my huge splint/bandage thing off. He gave me two options: a hard cast or a boot (if I promised to be good). So I promised to be good so I get to enjoy scratching my itches, showering without a garbarge bag, and starting to wiggle my ankle a little in hopes of getting back to normal more quickly.

It's still very bruised, sore, swollen and ugly but at least I'm in Phase II. I go back to the doctor in two weeks to get the stitches out. Right now it will be six weeks before I can put weight on it. Only problem is the crutches. I am totally clumsy on the dumb things and more than once I have fallen down. Hopefully I

can get through the next four weeks without breaking anything else.

Now What??

I have had a few broken bones in my life. Of course there was the infamous hand incident the day before Kathy got married. I had to wear my cast with my Maid of Honor dress. About six weeks before we were married I broke my foot when we were water skiing. Got the cast off about two weeks before the wedding.
This is by far the worst break. We were four-wheeling again on the Paiute Trail by Marysvale. But I wasn't on my four-wheeler. I was just walking down a steep hill when I hit some gravel and went down. I heard it break so I knew it wasn't good. I didn't know how bad until we got the the hospital in Richfield. I have two breaks in my tibia, and two in my fibula and some ankle bone that is floating around for good measure.

So after having surgery on Wednesday for the plates and screws that are now holding my leg together I am left to ponder my life.

My New Insights:
1. I am so glad I was born in the age of pain medication, great doctors and hospitals. As everyone was trying to get me ready to get back down the hill, I was thinking about what would have happened if I were in a covered wagon.
2. I take my good health for granted. I have been so excited today to finally learn how to get into our kitchen (one step up) on my crutches. Seems like such a small accomplishment that took me 7 days to conquer.
3. I am so grateful for family, friends and neighbors who have called or dropped by.
4. I'm grateful for my husband who is now taking care of me. (I guess the shoe is on the other foot!!)

The question that I am left with is Now What?
Lots of things to figure out such as how much can I work, how can I keep busy without becoming a first class Couch Potato and how do I keep from going crazy with this cast???
Definitely more insight is needed!!

Happy Father's Day Dad

My Dad has been gone for 20 years this year. It is hard to believe that Mandee was 12, Gage was 11, Brody was 9, and Hayley was only 6 when he died.

If you asked me who was the most influential person in my life it would be my Dad.

My Dad was always in the background working hard. He never wanted to be in the limelight. He was the guy who would be at the Stake Farm for hours and then take the next shift because someone didn't show up. Never complaining. He was the guy who would be in the kitchen helping at the ward dinner and then take the broom and sweep up the gym to make sure everything was just right. Even though he only had girls, he and my Mom sent several missionaries from our ward on missions. Never said a word about it. In fact, Kathy and I are just finding out a lot of things that he did that we didn't know about.

He was the guy who saw a family of little children without coats at Stake Conference and he had my Mom order coats and have them delivered without a card. He was the guy who saw an Ice Cream Truck with some children standing aside and watching because they didn't have any money. He bought ice cream for all of them.

He was the guy who was totally in love with all seven of his grandchildren and made sure they had warm coats and shoes (and anything else their little hearts desired!!) I think he especially cared about coats and shoes because he didn't always have them when he was young.

Anyway, Daddy I was just thinking about you today. Happy Father's Day. I miss you.

Not the Biggest Loser!

In my ongoing attempt to get back into shape I found Priority Fitness. It's a small gym where you can go 1 hour up to six times a week and work out with a personal trainer.
I thought since I had been wogging somewhat steadily that it wouldn't be that big of a deal for me. WRONG!!
The first day she was fairly easy on me and it kicked my butt! I have been back three times now and I have concluded that if I were on the Biggest Loser I would be the one on the floor crying and I would be voted off the first week.

More to come!!

Just a 5K????

Ahhh, the Ogden Marathon. It's a BIG DEAL, at least in my little corner of life. Yup, I ran the 5K today. Didn't make a personal best but I didn't throwup and I wasn't last.

BUT.....there were three times today that I said 'I'm only in the 5K'. WHAT IS UP WITH THAT??

For some reason with everyone running the 1/2 and full marathon being in a 5K did not seem to be that great.

ENOUGH of this. If you would have told me last year I would have ran a 5K today I wouldn't have believed it. I am going to enjoy my accomplishment and quit feeling like it's not a big deal for me! .

YEAH - I DID A 5K today!!