A Siren... No just Mom.

Hi gang.. I think Roostifer Jane has taken over Mom's blog. I really wanted to voice my concern over Mom's singing voice... well.. let's face it... SHE CAN'T SING !! Like I've said before,we have our nightly roostine, walk in my pink Mercedes, showers, Conan O'Brien ( he's so funny) prayers, scriptures, and 3 primary songs. Talk about a tin -ear -tone -deaf wanna be Spice Girl. It's so sad, she tries so hard. It takes all my mighty strength to not howl at the moon. The crazy thing is , she won't stop trying to get those high notes. My poor cute little ears are just throbbing in pain by the time the 3 songs are over. Poor Mom... "Lolo... what are we gonna do with Mom? Just love her, that's all we can do ... is love her" At least I am not a circus Zebra dog anymore. I have faith the ambien nights are over. Mom flushed those hallucinogenics down the loo. Life at night was getting just a bit too dangerous. Don't get me wrong, I like living on the edge, but the night she put me in my Benz... then put the Benz in the front seat of Pimpy and propped me up like a "loser" in the car and raced to the post office to mail a package for Lolo. My nerves were shot by time we made it safely home. As Grandma G.G. used to say " God bless it, we're home" never rang truer. Lolo is doing really good, and we are praying she stays in Palmyra to finish up her service. We like the fact that she can see the Palmyra Temple and teaches on the Historic Sites. Quiet nights in the Sacred Grove with the fire flies twinkling in the grove sounds like Heaven. We are planning on having our Lolo home on the 21 st if October. That is 2 months or 9 weeks, or 63 days from today. Yayyyyy Lolo !! Then Mom can say " Well done my wonderful daughter...you did it", and boy oh boy is she proud. Why just this morning we were thinking about her departure at the MTC, when she had to say the closing prayer in front of 500 peeps. It seems like just yesterday she left. Mom and me both agree that the "tender mercies" of a loving Heavenly Father help those long days just zoom on by. Now.... if we can get her singing under control : )
Like the church hymns say "Lift up your voice and sing" Mom's just following the rules. Did I tell you we got a post card from Holiday Bryn...from HONG KONG !! Oh..that Bryn, she's wild Spice Girl. Coffee , tea or lets just jet it across the Atlantic to seek out an adventure . One of these days, when Mom's done painting, carpets cleaned, beds freshened, me groomed, and Mom's roots are touched up ( she's a platinum -chained blond thru and thru) , Mom will tell you of the many last minute miracles of our Lolo, but for now, she just can't think about it. Remember that quivering lower lip and half smile, her emotions are too close to the surface, so until Mom can pull it together to actually pen the miracles Lolo has experienced, I'll be the one to say " Stay on the Right Side of the Light Side" Thank-you to all who support our Lolo with encouraging letters and love. We love you too. Love Roostifer Jane and a Trunky Missionary Mom.

Life's a Circus ! MOMMMMMM!!!!!

"Lolo ..... What are we gonna do with mom? love her, just love her" that little quaint little phrase is getting a bit old, when you're the Guinna pig living with her. This is Roostie, other wise known as the Zebra Maltese. I thought I hid the ambien, but like the Psych says' the sub-conscience remembers all" Mom listened to her sub-conscience and found the ambien, in a container in the Pimp mobile. She was really beat... I don't blame her, but come on. I am black and white like a mini circus Zebra. What was mom thinking.. I am counting the days Lolo gets home. I would dial 911 for help, but they wouldn't understand my voice. It seems to have an irritating effect on most people. I guess that is one of the reasons, I still love her, Mom puts up with crackers in the bed, me hogging the blankets, snoring, continually barking (so back -off it is my way of communicating) And she does sing me to sleep after prayers. It's been another tough week, no hospital trips, but when the pimp mobile exploded at the car wash intersection, Mom ran around it, in her dress , saying Hail Mary's. I thought... poor mom what else can happen to her, then while painting the bathroom she slipped and really, really banged up her leg, she is so pathetic sometimes, then her lip quivers and her half smile appears and all is forgiven. At night she takes me and my Pink Mercedes Benz out for a stroll and lets me run and play, then gives me water , no wonder I love her so much. Mom's last minute miracle was that, once she limped the dead pimp mobile to the car repair shop, they checked it out real good and said you need a new water pump, rack and pinion, $$$$$ etc. So a nice gent took her home to me, I tried to calm her, but she was so sad. One hour later the car guys called up and said. Ms Burns. Well.... your car.... only needs a exhaust hose. WHAT !!! That is our last minute miracle. Pimpy is once again a smooth ride and Mom scrubbed me raw with Princess Borgessee purple soap and I am pure whiteness once again. Ahhh..... Life if good.. now off to spoon and sing, and pray and read scriptures. Even thought mom painted me like a zebra in her sleep, I still love her despite her ambien nights. " Stay on the Right Side of the Light Side" and Holiday Bryn if you're running through the airport, don't trip and say a prayer for us while you are in the heavenly skies. And if you see me on the red-eye to Hong Kong rescue me. Love you Roo and a bit broken down Mommy missionary . But don't worry , I gots her back. oxoxox

Oh....Mom!!!

Hi its Roostie again, I snuck away from Mom while she is getting the paint out of her hair. Okay, it goes like this.....Mom didn't sleep Sunday nite cuz she went to the Gong's house for crazy -out -of -this -world yummy dinner, then they did this other adult thing where 60 students who are learning Chinese..ma..ma..ma..ma..ma... ( its a Chinese story Bro. Gong made up, and Susan tells it very well... ma) and listened to the famous Dr.Roger Keller speak about religions. Mom came home so fascinated with the brains these people walk around with she didn't sleep too good. The next nite, Mom gets up and says," I'm getting ice". That's pretty normal. But I wait.. and wait... and wait..I hear banging and noise, but that's mom when she sleep walks, so I wait and wait longer. A little while later, she is crawling back into bed and we resume spooning. Well.... surprise, surprise this morning. Mom has green hair, bed, clothes, ME!! covered in green paint !. She was up painting the bathroom in the middle of the night. I said" mom did you take a ambein? she slowly nods her head Yes. We looked at ourselves and laughed out loud, cuz we knew Lolo would love that story. Lolo has seen Mom sneak and hide snickers candy in her panties,get dressed up like a "woman of the evening" stilettos and all. make projects for Young Womens, make matching pajamas for us, she just cut the sleeves off her nightgown and they made a perfect nighty for me. Mom even remembered to make 4 legs holes..... all in her sleep... and always on ambien. We are weaning her off... before I end up on the red eye to China. Other than that.... all is well. Lolo doesn't have P-day until Thursday because of Zone Conference. So Mom will write about the "last minute miracle" along with other cool stuff. So Bryn.. lets all say it together, cuz I know you're running through the airport reading this: "Stay on the Right Side of the Light Side" and we will love ya later. love Roo Oh... PS. Mom did get pictures of Bryn in Hong Kong. Holiday Bryn even though I bark, I still love ya. Roo