Conversation with Mom

Hi all,
Seems like it's been forever since I've read the blog...just because of time limitations. I know we're all busy and I need to just MAKE TIME to read and post; hopefully things will get better since I only have to post twice a week in UOP now. I just proposed my dissertation and had to make major changes to my topic and now have to review literature - about 50 articles to determine what is relative to my topic. At least I love my mentor - he's a hoot! In one of my research questions, I suggested I'd be researching whether or not teachers and speech pathologists "feel sufficiently trained" to implement communication systems (sign-language, assistive technology, etc) to children with communication impairments. Dr. Moon replied, "Since I know EVERYTHING, if you ask me if I feel sufficiently trained to do brain surgery, I might say, "Yes!" But if you ask me to list my training in brain surgery, I would list nothing! I got his point.... :o)

I just spoke with Mom...I had called yesterday and got her answering machine and left a message; when I mentioned calling yesterday, I could tell she didn't remember it...maybe she didn't check her messages, although I find that hard to believe. I can tell she is very lonely...

Kathy, she did finally call me about the Honda and said she took it to Eddie to look at (of course, I was puzzled and then she explained to me that Eddie is the car repairman). Eddie supposedly told her not to take less than $2500 for it; I asked her if Eddie checked the seals (my Eddie is afraid the seals are dried out/cracked and wanted them checked - or wants to look at them himself...either way). She had forgotten to ask the mechanic about the seals. She said, "Eddie said the car isn't rusted which is a very good thing....supposedly Eddie was shocked!" - I thought rust on cars typically happened up north from the snow/salt on roads?????????????????

Abby and Max are planning to come down in about two weeks and bring Mom with them. Mom was excited about that! You know you all have an open invitation to come anytime! We love having you! By the way, Mom thought Dylan and I were coming this weekend....(don't know WHERE that came from). I told her that we couldn't because it is Corey's 13th b'day party!

Better get Dylan headed towards the bed...he played his drums and xylophone for Mom over the phone; she got a good laugh out of that!

Love to all,

Robin