Today is my mothers 80th birthday! I think she is celebrating it just as she would want to by not doing much at all to celebrate it. Last week Wyo sis gave her a present and she promptly gave it to my wife. They were those shoes that everyone is wearing now that is supposed to be so comfortable to wear, you know the... well let's face it, ugly plastic clog things that come in such fantastic colors. I'm not making fun of R's gift, I think it would be a fantastic gift to mom and she would be real comfortable in them. DW was quite shocked that mom would give away a birthday present like that but mom being the ever practical rancher's daughter said that they didn't fit and someone should get some use out of them. The shoes were a man without a country for many days, going back and forth between our houses until after many polite attempts at saying no, DW accepted that they would reside at our house. Mom did however love the book that R gave her as well and has been reading it since she got it. We got mom a doodad that cuts apples into nice even slices in one stroke and she seemed to like it but you never know Wyo sis may get that sometime soon.
I originally started this entry as a tribute to mom but seem to have back slid a bit. This wonderful lady I call mom was born to a mother who promptly had a stroke and was unable to care for her for the first little while. she was raised on a ranch on the Idaho/Wyoming border that was fifteen miles from nowhere. She went to collage when many girls didn't even finish high school. She met a fine young Idaho boy just back from the "good war" and married him. Not before she graduated with her teaching degree which would come in mighty handy later in life when they were on the afore mentioned ranch trying to scratch out a living for five kids and themselves. Between mom and dad working their hearts out they managed to but their five kids through collage (some took longer than others and did a good deal of putting on their own). Mom told me yesterday that the most spiritual time in her life was when they were in SLC on a mission. She lost her sweet man almost fourteen years ago and in a move that was somewhat controversial remarried an almost equally sweet man some years back. Bickering and arguing aside I think they may care quite a bit for each other. Mom did confide in me that this marriage was showing her just how good she had it with dad. Well on the "luckiest day" our mother turns eighty and shows no sign of slowing down. So here's to a grand lady on her milestone birthday.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOM!
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Amazing blog. Mom is truely one of a kind. She called me before we got home from giving her the shoes to tell me they were too shoert and too wide. She wanted me to take them back and give them to LaWana, but I told her they were a gift and were therfore hers to do with as she liked. I guess she liked Tracey. They are ugly it's true, but they are also very comfortable, so I hope Tracey can either use them or pass them on. Brown is probably the ugliest color too. I inted=nded them to be used in the graden in my defense, but I should have known that it was not a good idea to try to get her shoes.
My mom does that as well, my mom goes one better, remember the car. We didn't want to bring it to Tooele, so we were going to sell it, dad asked how much because mom needed a car to get her to the temple once a week. We gave the car to them, spent 2 hours in live at the county office to change the title, and she sold the car the next day and kept the money. Dad was not happy. The lady at the county office was the same one who transfered the title from me the them. She said "Wasn't this just given to her yesterday?" Happy birthday M-In-L.
I called last night and mom was feeling blue because her DH had not treated her like a queen on the one day she would have accepted such treatment.
She is, as our father always said a "good woman."
Trace has the same size feet as the shoes. Wyo sis may need to convince her to wear them because she doesn't want to use someone elses birthday present. She likes the shoes but feels weard with how she got them. Funny how ugly and comfortable seem to coinside much of the time. I know that that would discribe me somewhat. ugly but comfortable.
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