October 17, 2008

I've been tagged!

I am - a blessed woman
I know - way less than I thought I would know at my age
I want - to make a difference in this life
I have - much more than I need
I dislike - sales calls, slow drivers, hot days and spiders
I miss - my mom and my good health
I feel - blessed to see, hear, walk and talk
I hear - Brenden playing his Play Station snowboarding game
I smell - the wonderful aroma of blueberry, apple cider & woodberry candles we are making
I crave - fresh crab & sour dough bread from Fisherman's Wharf in SF
I cry - probably once a day (at least)
I search - for the glasses that are usually on my head, my keys in my hand and purse on my shoulder
I wonder - if I'll ever really grow up
I regret - cleaning my house more than playing with my kids when they were little
I love - snow, beautiful music, my family, Christmas,
I care - about everyone's feelings
I worry - about things that are not in my control
I remember - the wonderful feeling of holding my babies and my grand babies
I believe - in Christ
I dance - all the time when I clean my house
I don't - scuba dive
I argue - about everything!
I write - when I'm happy or depressed
I win - when I overcome my childish nature
I lose - whenever I'm angry
I wish - that my children and grandchildren live lives that make them happy
I listen - to my soul
I can usually be found watching - hawks flying, deer grazing, sunsets & children
I am scared - of nothing
I need - to know I'm loved and accepted
I forget - to tell people how much I love them
I am happy - when all my children and grandchildren are here

August 30, 2008

Halli Paige Wright

Our newest grandaughter - Halli Paige Wright.
Do you think she hates her headband?

August 3, 2008

Lexi Ortega

Lexi Lou taken in June 08
Lexi and her big brown eyes. Her Grandpa Ortega calls her "Penny" because her eyes are so round and brown. Grandma Allred calls her "Lexi-Lou" for no special reason. She is a special little angel.

Lexi wearing grandpa's shoes!


Lexi - Mother's Day 07



Trevin holding his new sister Lexi. Usually he's trying to sit on her, pinch her or bite her. Sibling rivalry at it's best!




Lexi's Blessing Day





Happy Rudy & Lexi






Beautiful Heather & Lexi







Lexi - about 6-7 hours old







July 29, 2008

Trevin Ortega

Cowboy Trevin 2008
Brenden, Taelor, Trevin 2006

Trevin - Fall 2005


Cousins - Taelor & Trevin 2005



Brenden & Trevin 2005




Beautiful Heather & Trevin 2005





Rudy & Trevin 2005






July 22, 2008

More of Halli and her family

Halli Paige Wright at one week old
Taelor & Halli "communicating"

Chersten & Halli


Taelor & Halli!



Jared, Taelor & Halli




July 17, 2008

Living With Chronic Illness

Our good friends in Idaho invited us to go snowmobiling in Yellowstone Park with them. We were really excited. We had never been. They already had the snowmobiles and their daughters were willing to babysit for us. We were ready for an adventure so we hopped in the car and drove to Idaho Falls. I had mentioned to my friends that I probably couldn't do anything really strenuous or stay on the snowmobiles for very long and I felt like they understood that I had some chronic fatigue and pain. (No one really understands it unless they have something similar or have a family member with it - but that's expected - why should they understand something they know nothing about?) We were up at the crack of dawn and at West Yellowstone by 7am. It was so beautiful and enjoyable for about the first 75 miles. As the day wore on and the temperature dropped, I kept asking, "How much further. . . I'm really tired?" And they would say it wasn't very far. At about 7 pm when I knew I had reached my limit, I found out we had at least 30 more miles to go . . . the entire trip was about 125 miles! The last of those miles were ridden on washboard roads, in darkness and bitter cold.

I held on the best I could and cried most of the way. At the end, it literally took 10 minutes to pry me off the snowmobile and carry me to the car. I had the strangest feeling that I might actually die. After arriving at their home and taking a warm bath, and pain medicine, I laid in bed awake. My husband was very concerned at the way I was breathing and grunting every time I had to move or take a breath. I finally drifted off and fortunately by the next evening I was feeling much better. That day though, was my introduction to what chronic illness was really doing to my body.

It didn't start out this bad - in fact it came on suddenly. I had a pain in my back and side and thought I had a kidney stone. Turns out it was Shingles. I had an internal kind that don't show up on the outside, so I wasn't diagnosed right away. Because of that some of the nerves coming off my spine were permanently damaged and that turned into a secondary condition called , Postherpetic Neuralgia (that's where the damaged nerves send constant pain messages to the brain) At the same time I had the Epstein Barr Virus (like mono) which caused the Chronic Fatigue Syndrome, Fibromyalgia, and probably was responsible for activating the Shingles in the first place. I now have added metabolic syndrome and degeneration of the spine. Just seems like one chronic thing leads to another. My adult life has been divided into "before mom got sick" and "now mom never feels good". I could go on and on about what an active lifestyle I led before but suffice it to say I was probably hyperactive in my approach to life and even perfectionistic in everything I did. And then EVERYTHING changed!

It's been fourteen years now. Fourteen years since I could go mountain biking with my family and actually feel good the next day. Fourteen years since I could clean my house and not be in severe pain. I can't remember what it feels like to feel really good. Fourteen years have marked the passage from living a healthy, active lifestyle to barely getting up each day, functioning at a minimum level. And then there's the depression that comes with chronic illness.

Needless to say this has been devastating for my family. It took about 7 years before I realized how much my illness was affecting them. A person with chronic illness always thinks about him/herself first. You're just trying to survive, wondering if this family vacation will put you in bed for a week or if that meeting you attend will make you too tired to cook dinner tonight. Everything was revolving around whether or not I felt good. I saved up my energy to do just barely what had to be done - in my home, my relationships and in my church activities. I finally put myself in their place and what a revelation I had. They too have lived with this for 14 years suffering right along with me. They suffer in a different way and yet it is still suffering. Since my realization, I try to do more with and for them but my offerings are meager and only a percentage of what I was able to do before.


It's been said that the suffering (if we allow it) will change us in ways that make us better people.
This reminds me of a parable by George MacDonald, paraphrased by C.S. Lewis in Mere Christianity.

Imagine yourself as a living house. God comes in to rebuild that house. At first, perhaps, you can understand what He is doing. He is getting the drains right and stopping the leaks in the roof and so on; you knew that those jobs needed doing and so you are not surprised. But presently He starts knocking the house about in a way that hurts abominably and does not seem to make sense. What on earth is He up to? The explanation is that He is building quite a different house from the one you thought of - throwing out a new wing here, putting on an extra floor there, running up towers, making courtyards. You thought you were going to be made into a decent little cottage; but He is building a palace. He intends to come and live in it Himself.

And the process continues.


What I really wanted to write about is what the illness has done for me. I've gained a tremendous amount of patience, tenacity, non-judgmentalness (is that a word?), trust in the Lord, unselfishness, charity, faith, and hope. But as I began to think about what to say about what I've learned, I felt like the biggest hypocrite on the face of the earth. I'm not patient and I'm not necessarily a kinder person. I still question God and occasionally ask the question "why me - why us?" I laid in bed, unable to sleep the other night and wondered if I have truly learned anything valuable at all, and then the epiphany came. YES I have learned patience and many of the attributes that I want to emulate . . . I just haven't let them spill over into the other areas of my life. I practice them all the time when it's about my illness, but when other suffering comes (heartbreak over relationships, financial hardships, etc.) I haven't allowed all that wonderful learning to help me through the new pain. I thought, "I know how to be patient because I have had that lesson and here it is: 1. Trust in the Lord 2. In the heat of the moment stop and take a deep breath and remember 3. Let go and allow His way to be my way.


A question we always have to ask ourselves about any trial in life is, "Will I allow this to destroy me or make me a better person?" If I do the above 3 things, I will become a better person. There is no other option. This lets me have joy in the midst of all the pain. In fact, joy makes the pain (physical or emotional) go away for a time. The other day, I happened to be very emotional over some family happenings and at the same time I was watching my grandchildren. I was trying not to cry while interacting with them, but little three year old Trevin noticed my dried up tear stains and asked, "Grandma, why are you sad?" I replied that sometimes I just feel sad and he said, " But there are no raindrops on your face!" That was a wonderful moment that made me smile, give him a big hug and feel joy.









July 16, 2008

Brenden's1st Pinewood Derby

The Boy & His Car
The Race

The Awards



July 15, 2008

Seeds of Charity

It was June 1964 in Great Falls, MT
It had rained all spring. It rained so long and hard that when there were short intervals between the downpour, nothing had time to dry out. I had just celebrated my 9th birthday, and was the oldest of five children. My mother had been recently divorced and struggled to make ends meet. My father lived a few miles away.
The state officials had warned the town that the dam was at capacity and near breaking point. We were told that there would probably be a flood and estimations were that the water would be about one foot deep on the main floor, and just the basements would be submerged. It was raining again and my father came over to bring the hot water heater up from downstairs in order to save it. My parents hurried to put everything up high on shelves and counters just in case we were evacuated.
Suddenly there were helicopters flying overhead with sound systems blaring the urgent message, "Get out now! The dam has broken! The water is coming!
My mother handed each one of us older children a brown paper bag and told us to go to our rooms and get some clothes. "NO toys", were her instructions! I left my new blue stuffed birthday dog on my bed, along with my favorite doll and filled my sack. I then said good-bye to my three pollywogs in the bucket by the back porch. They had just grown their back legs. I had big plans of teaching them how to do tricks just as soon as they had turned into frogs.
Inside the car, we were silent and scared as we drove across town to a friend's house to spend the night. My mother left and we all went to bed. Later that night she came to me and held me in her arms while she sobbed. She had stood on a hill above our home and watched the flood waters cover it up, with only the point of the roof sticking out of the water. As a child, I didn't know what to say because I couldn't understand her deep emotion and loss. She did not have a husband to comfort her, she had just lost every material thing she had except for our car and she had lost her faith in God. She was truly a broken woman. It would be many years before I understood that.
The next morning we all went to a shelter to stay. My mother was gone most of the day and the only thing I remember is the very unpleasant experience of having a Typhoid Fever shot and sitting on my cot crying because my arm hurt. We went from shelter to temporary housing, waiting for the rain to stop and the flood waters to recede. They eventually did, but what was left behind was a sight I will never forget.
The mess was unbelievable. There were dead cows and other farm animals lying around. The stench was unbearable and magnified with mildew, mold, and mud. Floods leave behind a brown, slick, sticky mud called silt. It covers everything and was about 2-3" deep everywhere. Most of the things in our home were unrecognizable and my mother couldn't get over how the six foot upright piano was across the room on it's side, while a glass in the kitchen cupboard hadn't moved. Nearly everything was pulled out and thrown away. My mother was so sad when they had to chop up the piano with an ax to get it out.
She threw away my favorite doll along with my blue birthday dog and I cried and cried about the doll because I'd had it since my first birthday. She later rummaged through the garbage, got it out, washed and disinfected it and gave it back to me. Looking back on all the important things my mom had to worry about and take care of, I marvel that she would do that for me. That's the kind of mother she's always been. I think the only ones happy about this whole ordeal were the three pollywogs who had escaped their bucket prison.
Many months went by and we stayed in several temporary places. Our family was chosen to be helped by the American Red Cross. Our house was located in the hardest hit area of the flood. They went in and put up new sheet rock, fixed everything and gave my mother $1,000.00 to furnish our home and in 1964 that was enough to get what we needed. We were so excited to move back in and the big day finally arrived. It was just several days before Christmas when I came through the front door and saw the clean, freshly painted home with new furniture. My 9 year old heart swelled with such gratitude, I could hardly contain myself. We went from room to room, "oohing and aahing" over everything. We put Christmas music on and celebrated that year with a new appreciation for life, and especially for people who care. My feelings were incredulous that someone who did not know us would help us like that. The Red Cross is not just an organization -it is manned by people who gave my mother back her faith and hope in God. For me, the seeds of charity had been planted, which would lead me later on in life to follow Jesus Christ and understand His plan for me.
I can not smell new paint without being flooded with memories and feelings of that Christmas - my experience with Christlike mankind. Many times I will get something out to paint at Christmas time, just so that I can have that smell in our home. I'm alway carried back to the night I walked through the door of our remodeled little house, the paint fresh, the feelings tender, and faith renewed.

July 14, 2008

Ice cream for breakfast

Okay - I am so technology challenged that I had to eat two ice cream sandwiches just to get through creating this blog. That was my breakfast!