Oh my dears I have missed you so much! Oh it's been such a trying week! You wouldn't believe it, between the pool driving me nutts, then the A/C acting up, not to mention me feeling puny! Ugh what a week it's been!
First off let me give you the good news on my kitty I saved! Ringo is doing fantastic! He is gained a pound or so in a week! He has the roundest belly and I can't seem to keep him away from the food dish. He is such a sweet heart. He likes to have his belly rubbed and will just fall asleep in your arms like a little baby. He has already wound us around his little paw!
Pool is looking good and all I need now is a cabanna boy. Might have to run an add in the paper for one, I can get used to floating around with a drink in my hand all day....yep ....I can do that.
Now on to the A/C! Leaked all over my utility room floor for 3 days til I finally got my nephew to help me out. Dipping and sopping up water was not getting me anywhere! Let me tell ya! I thought I was losing my mind my beautiful wood floors were buckling....well you get the picture. Well it only took 1/2 cup of bleach to clear the drain and all was well again. You know something that nephew of mine is a freaking genius!
Well I have decided my doctor is trying to kill me. She says I have high blood pressure so she puts me on HBP meds which is ok by me. I don't mind taking them. I wish I didn't but it's ok and to be expected after all I almost 50 and I am the last of my friends to take it. But what I think is killing me is this anti depressant she has me on. All I want to do is sleep! So when I take it during the day all I want to do is throw up and lay on the couch. Of course I don't feel well, I feel sick. So I decided to try taking it at night. Nope not gonna work that way either! I act like Im drugged all day long til it's time to go to bed and then it's time to take it again! No way it's over....guess the doc gonna have to figure something else out. I just don't look good floating around in a pool with a drink in my hand as a Zombie.
Well that's it for today, hope your day has been better. Until we talk again, have a great day!
Thoughts
Friday, June 18, 2010
Monday, June 14, 2010
Why My Cats Are Laughing At Me!
I know it's been a few days since I last wrote you my dears but I've been rather busy around here! Saving kitties and putting a pool together not to mention doctor appointments....
Any who, so I saved me a kitty from sure death last week! Oh my dears he was SO sick! Took him to the vet on Friday after all my nursing seamed to do no good. He has a perforated ear drum, conjunctivitis and a chest cold plus he was severely underweight. So he is now living in the house with us. Eating high on the hog food and snuggling like he owns the place! We named him Ringo Star, because he has a white ring around his tail. He is gray and white and SO sweet!
Now on to the pool. What a mess this has turned into! Last Sunday, not yesterday, a week from yesterday, I bought an 18 x 48 pool above ground pool. Said it would take 20 minutes to sit up. Twenty minutes my ass! Took me 3 days just to get it up enough to add water to it! Then I started shocking it like it said. WELL after about $130 worth of chemicals the damn thing collapses and well I guess I have to start over don't I. Needless to say I was not happy. Oh yeah and the water was still green when it collapsed. Lucky me!
Went to the doctor last week and as usual they found something wrong. I now have High Blood pressure. Great just another pill to swallow. Like I need more. They also put me on something to help with the hot flashes well all it does it make me want to throw up! More like throw them away I say.
Feeling like crap yesterday I decided I would go out the back door and check on the pool (adding water again). Well I took a nose dive off the back steps! Nothing broken except my pride. But I did give the cats something to talk about! You know it is amazing what you think about when you are sailing thru the air! Like why didn't I install hand rails on the steps and thank you Hubs #3 for planting that bush there!
Any who, so I saved me a kitty from sure death last week! Oh my dears he was SO sick! Took him to the vet on Friday after all my nursing seamed to do no good. He has a perforated ear drum, conjunctivitis and a chest cold plus he was severely underweight. So he is now living in the house with us. Eating high on the hog food and snuggling like he owns the place! We named him Ringo Star, because he has a white ring around his tail. He is gray and white and SO sweet!
Now on to the pool. What a mess this has turned into! Last Sunday, not yesterday, a week from yesterday, I bought an 18 x 48 pool above ground pool. Said it would take 20 minutes to sit up. Twenty minutes my ass! Took me 3 days just to get it up enough to add water to it! Then I started shocking it like it said. WELL after about $130 worth of chemicals the damn thing collapses and well I guess I have to start over don't I. Needless to say I was not happy. Oh yeah and the water was still green when it collapsed. Lucky me!
Went to the doctor last week and as usual they found something wrong. I now have High Blood pressure. Great just another pill to swallow. Like I need more. They also put me on something to help with the hot flashes well all it does it make me want to throw up! More like throw them away I say.
Feeling like crap yesterday I decided I would go out the back door and check on the pool (adding water again). Well I took a nose dive off the back steps! Nothing broken except my pride. But I did give the cats something to talk about! You know it is amazing what you think about when you are sailing thru the air! Like why didn't I install hand rails on the steps and thank you Hubs #3 for planting that bush there!
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
Who'da Thunk!
On our recent trip to Mississippi we came across the greatest concept since sliced bread! My dears, allow me to share in our discovery! We found the World. Yep that's right it's called the World. How does it work you say?
Well take I-20 west thru Vicksburg, MS, cross over the Mighty Mississippi River. Take your first exit and turn right. You will notice a tin building with a tin roof. Pull up to the drive thru window and order away! What's that you say? Drive-thru windows are nothing new? Well you're right on that however this kind of drive-thru is different. You see you can order your hamburger, your pack of smokes, your lottery ticket AND a MARGARITA TO GO! Yep you heard right! A MARGARITA TO GO! Now that's my kind of paradise!
Hubs #3 wants to retire there. Says it will make going to the bank a whole to experience. I can just imagine him trying to cash his SS check....." Ma'am, can ya hold my drink while I sign the back of this check?" Or while he's getting his license renewed, "Yes sir I did stop by the World on the way over and I plan on going back on my way home!"
Apparently, in the state of Louisiana it is perfectly alright to walk around with an alcoholic drink in your hand. Of course we are talking about the only state that has parishes instead of counties. After all they are mostly Catholic. Strange on one side of the bridge (Mississippi) you see 3 crosses and nothing but Baptist and on the other side you have the World. Who'da thunk?
When I think about it, we could use one of those up here in dear old North Carolina. Can you just imagine how enjoyable grocery shopping would be if you grabbed a margarita on the way? How about a trip to Wal-Mart? Now that would constitute at least two, you know one for each hand. You just never know who you're going to run into at Wal-Mart and you do need to be prepared for it all!!
So it has come to no surprise to me that Hubs #3 has already made plans to return to Louisiana. I guess he misses his new friends at the World. He has also started a World fund. Says he's going to retire down there and open his own World. This should prove interesting to say the least.
I really thought when I took my precious Yankee boy to the deep south he would balk and demand to be taken home. Well this just goes to show you everybody can be made happy in Louisiana.
Well until we meet again, keep an eye out for me in my tomato car!
Well take I-20 west thru Vicksburg, MS, cross over the Mighty Mississippi River. Take your first exit and turn right. You will notice a tin building with a tin roof. Pull up to the drive thru window and order away! What's that you say? Drive-thru windows are nothing new? Well you're right on that however this kind of drive-thru is different. You see you can order your hamburger, your pack of smokes, your lottery ticket AND a MARGARITA TO GO! Yep you heard right! A MARGARITA TO GO! Now that's my kind of paradise!
Hubs #3 wants to retire there. Says it will make going to the bank a whole to experience. I can just imagine him trying to cash his SS check....." Ma'am, can ya hold my drink while I sign the back of this check?" Or while he's getting his license renewed, "Yes sir I did stop by the World on the way over and I plan on going back on my way home!"
Apparently, in the state of Louisiana it is perfectly alright to walk around with an alcoholic drink in your hand. Of course we are talking about the only state that has parishes instead of counties. After all they are mostly Catholic. Strange on one side of the bridge (Mississippi) you see 3 crosses and nothing but Baptist and on the other side you have the World. Who'da thunk?
When I think about it, we could use one of those up here in dear old North Carolina. Can you just imagine how enjoyable grocery shopping would be if you grabbed a margarita on the way? How about a trip to Wal-Mart? Now that would constitute at least two, you know one for each hand. You just never know who you're going to run into at Wal-Mart and you do need to be prepared for it all!!
So it has come to no surprise to me that Hubs #3 has already made plans to return to Louisiana. I guess he misses his new friends at the World. He has also started a World fund. Says he's going to retire down there and open his own World. This should prove interesting to say the least.
I really thought when I took my precious Yankee boy to the deep south he would balk and demand to be taken home. Well this just goes to show you everybody can be made happy in Louisiana.
Well until we meet again, keep an eye out for me in my tomato car!
Saturday, June 5, 2010
Four Generations of Pink Ribbons
Having blue eyes or Aunt Connie's short stature is often noted in our family as being inherited. Most of us are right handed with one or two left handed thrown in for good measure. Long fingers and long legs is another family trait passed down from one generation to another.
I am the keeper of the family tree, at least on my mother's side of the family and for my husband's family, the Hollibaughs. I have diligently worked on both trees for over 10 years. I find it quite interesting to say the least, at which traits actually do show up in each generation. For instance in the Hollibaugh family, light blue eyes are a definite trait and can be traced back to the earliest pictures circular 1870's. How do I know you ask? Well even in black and white pictures if the eye color is pale it shows as pale in the picture.
There are some family traits you wish you couldn't pass on to your family. For instance Spinal Bifida, that runs heavy on my husband's family. Doctor's say it is not an inherited disease however it sure appears that way for the Hollibaughs. Then there is even more serious diseases like cancer...particularly Breast and Ovarian Cancer. Breast Cancer runs very heavy on my mother's side of the family.
My great grandmother Roseanne Vidue Hardeman Tolbert died from what was then called "tumors". She had them on her chest. She died back in the 1930's long before they even knew what to do about it or even what it was. She is our earliest victim of this nasty demon. Then there was her daughter, my grandmother Carrie Lee Tolbert Walker she died in 1965. From what we know today she had a crude sort of lumpectomy in 1954 to remove some tumors she had in her breast she was about.50 at that time. Back in 54 they didnot use Chemo or Radiation as a backup plan they just cut out the cancer and sent you home. By 1965 it was back with a vengeance. All they could do was try to make her comfortable. In 1989 history repeated itself again, this time it was my beloved mother. And you guessed it! She had just turned 50. She fought it and won! Made it thru the Chemo, the sickness, the hair loss and most of all the reconstructive surgery. She often told me the reconstructive surgery was the hardest part. In the end it was another demon that took her from us in 2000, Lupus. As of yet no one from this generation has Lupus and we pray daily no one ever will. Lupus is a nasty sneaky demon. My mother's sister, my aunt, my mother's only sister was next in line to receive the Cancer demon and sure enough she too got it in 2000. She is still with us and has been Cancer free for 10 years.
My baby sister, my only sister, received word this week that it is now her turn. She has Stage 1A. It is located in the same place as everyone else gets it, the same breast. She will have a lot of tough questions to ask and a lot to decide. She will be tested for the Cancer gene on Monday. We already know the outcome. There is really no need to be tested. Mama was of the belief that if she hadn't taken hormone replacements she would have never gotten cancer. We all wanted to believe that but now with my sister having breast cancer that is impossible to believe. You see Lori has never been a drinker, smoker, or drug abuser, as a matter of fact it is hard to get her to take an aspirin when she has a headache. And she has never taken hormones of any kind. I believe stress has played a huge roll in bringing hers out so early, she is only 44 years old.
Monday will be a big day for me too. I go for my annual checkup. And since I am approaching that magic number 50 where grandma, great grandma and mama discovered their cancer I am a little nervous. I have a lot of questions to ask. I will ask for the DNA test to see if I carry the gene. You see I have two beautiful daughters. And it is for them I must know the answer.
I am the keeper of the family tree, at least on my mother's side of the family and for my husband's family, the Hollibaughs. I have diligently worked on both trees for over 10 years. I find it quite interesting to say the least, at which traits actually do show up in each generation. For instance in the Hollibaugh family, light blue eyes are a definite trait and can be traced back to the earliest pictures circular 1870's. How do I know you ask? Well even in black and white pictures if the eye color is pale it shows as pale in the picture.
There are some family traits you wish you couldn't pass on to your family. For instance Spinal Bifida, that runs heavy on my husband's family. Doctor's say it is not an inherited disease however it sure appears that way for the Hollibaughs. Then there is even more serious diseases like cancer...particularly Breast and Ovarian Cancer. Breast Cancer runs very heavy on my mother's side of the family.
My great grandmother Roseanne Vidue Hardeman Tolbert died from what was then called "tumors". She had them on her chest. She died back in the 1930's long before they even knew what to do about it or even what it was. She is our earliest victim of this nasty demon. Then there was her daughter, my grandmother Carrie Lee Tolbert Walker she died in 1965. From what we know today she had a crude sort of lumpectomy in 1954 to remove some tumors she had in her breast she was about.50 at that time. Back in 54 they didnot use Chemo or Radiation as a backup plan they just cut out the cancer and sent you home. By 1965 it was back with a vengeance. All they could do was try to make her comfortable. In 1989 history repeated itself again, this time it was my beloved mother. And you guessed it! She had just turned 50. She fought it and won! Made it thru the Chemo, the sickness, the hair loss and most of all the reconstructive surgery. She often told me the reconstructive surgery was the hardest part. In the end it was another demon that took her from us in 2000, Lupus. As of yet no one from this generation has Lupus and we pray daily no one ever will. Lupus is a nasty sneaky demon. My mother's sister, my aunt, my mother's only sister was next in line to receive the Cancer demon and sure enough she too got it in 2000. She is still with us and has been Cancer free for 10 years.
My baby sister, my only sister, received word this week that it is now her turn. She has Stage 1A. It is located in the same place as everyone else gets it, the same breast. She will have a lot of tough questions to ask and a lot to decide. She will be tested for the Cancer gene on Monday. We already know the outcome. There is really no need to be tested. Mama was of the belief that if she hadn't taken hormone replacements she would have never gotten cancer. We all wanted to believe that but now with my sister having breast cancer that is impossible to believe. You see Lori has never been a drinker, smoker, or drug abuser, as a matter of fact it is hard to get her to take an aspirin when she has a headache. And she has never taken hormones of any kind. I believe stress has played a huge roll in bringing hers out so early, she is only 44 years old.
Monday will be a big day for me too. I go for my annual checkup. And since I am approaching that magic number 50 where grandma, great grandma and mama discovered their cancer I am a little nervous. I have a lot of questions to ask. I will ask for the DNA test to see if I carry the gene. You see I have two beautiful daughters. And it is for them I must know the answer.
Friday, June 4, 2010
News
The world is made up of people constantly seeking news of this and that. Striving to be the first to know! "Have you heard the news?" And the first to tell... "Oh, Do tell?"
Sometimes news can be a great thing to hear. Like the unexpected news of one's husband coming home early from a mission. Oh what joy that will bring to their family! I'm sure his wife and son are just counting the days til he returns.
The news of a baby soon to come is a joy hard to match! Pink, yellow and blue abound. Soon you learn boy or girl....pigtails or scuffed shoes.....bruised knees and pink cheeks.
The Joy of telling the news can be felt all the way down to your toes. Sometimes you actually work up an appetite telling the news, shouting it from the rooftops! Declaring it to be true!
Expressions on a person's face when they first hear the joyful tidings is priceless. There's a twinkle, a spark in the eye and a sharp intake of breath. A slight turn of the head from sudden disbelief and then a wide broad smile followed by warm laughter that can be heard throughout the neighborhood.
Normal news is more like "How's the weather?" and "Braves beat the Marlins". Simple to the point, no muss, no fuss news. That's the ho hum type. The kind no one is really listening to unless there is a storm coming, Super Bowl or Daytona 500.
Not much to be said about normal news except it fills in the gaps where other news doesn't. It makes it all fit somehow like the tidal waves....in and out.......it works around til it fits. I like normal news, it's there as a base to remind you of how it should be not the way it appears.
Then there is this other news. You know the kind you don't want to deal with so you throw it up in the dash of you car and hope the hot sun fades it. But of course it doesn't. So you try to forget it's just sitting up there, waiting for you to make that call. This news is you don't want to know so you keep putting it off year after year until you can't wait any longer.
Sometimes there is the news no one wants to deliver. This type of news can come from a friend, relative, officer, clergy, doctor or even a stranger. Even though this type of news is never good, I wouldn't say it is bad either. It may be bad to hear but not bad for the deceased, for they are far better off than we are here. There will be no suffering, no hunger, no pain and those who have gone before us will be waiting for us with open arms. So it is only human nature to not want to hear it or deliver it to another and it is human nature to recognize it is a passage of life we must all take someday.
The Army tells their soldier's family that if they are injured the family will be contacted by phone as soon as possible. However, if the injury proves to be fatal the family will be notified by clergy in the form of a visit. The thoughts of receiving that type of news by that method scares the hell out of me. I have several friends whose sons and daughters are in the Army. Knowing those mamas personally gives me the right to tell you they don't breathe too often. I guess in these circumstances there would be no easy way tell this kind of news.
My sister called me today with news I thought I would never hear coming out of her mouth. News I have lived in denial of for so many years. After all we are invincible right? She calmly told what I needed to know and what the course of action may entail. All I can think of is that phone call I got on a friday afternoon long ago in September 1989. I know that was a long time ago and things have changed. Chances are much better now than they were in '89. So are the choices. Prognosis is great! The road will be well planned out and I am sure there will be some hurdles but it is achievable. We just got to believe. There is a lot of fear and a lot of praying to come. This type of news is faith.
Sometimes news can be a great thing to hear. Like the unexpected news of one's husband coming home early from a mission. Oh what joy that will bring to their family! I'm sure his wife and son are just counting the days til he returns.
The news of a baby soon to come is a joy hard to match! Pink, yellow and blue abound. Soon you learn boy or girl....pigtails or scuffed shoes.....bruised knees and pink cheeks.
The Joy of telling the news can be felt all the way down to your toes. Sometimes you actually work up an appetite telling the news, shouting it from the rooftops! Declaring it to be true!
Expressions on a person's face when they first hear the joyful tidings is priceless. There's a twinkle, a spark in the eye and a sharp intake of breath. A slight turn of the head from sudden disbelief and then a wide broad smile followed by warm laughter that can be heard throughout the neighborhood.
Normal news is more like "How's the weather?" and "Braves beat the Marlins". Simple to the point, no muss, no fuss news. That's the ho hum type. The kind no one is really listening to unless there is a storm coming, Super Bowl or Daytona 500.
Not much to be said about normal news except it fills in the gaps where other news doesn't. It makes it all fit somehow like the tidal waves....in and out.......it works around til it fits. I like normal news, it's there as a base to remind you of how it should be not the way it appears.
Then there is this other news. You know the kind you don't want to deal with so you throw it up in the dash of you car and hope the hot sun fades it. But of course it doesn't. So you try to forget it's just sitting up there, waiting for you to make that call. This news is you don't want to know so you keep putting it off year after year until you can't wait any longer.
Sometimes there is the news no one wants to deliver. This type of news can come from a friend, relative, officer, clergy, doctor or even a stranger. Even though this type of news is never good, I wouldn't say it is bad either. It may be bad to hear but not bad for the deceased, for they are far better off than we are here. There will be no suffering, no hunger, no pain and those who have gone before us will be waiting for us with open arms. So it is only human nature to not want to hear it or deliver it to another and it is human nature to recognize it is a passage of life we must all take someday.
The Army tells their soldier's family that if they are injured the family will be contacted by phone as soon as possible. However, if the injury proves to be fatal the family will be notified by clergy in the form of a visit. The thoughts of receiving that type of news by that method scares the hell out of me. I have several friends whose sons and daughters are in the Army. Knowing those mamas personally gives me the right to tell you they don't breathe too often. I guess in these circumstances there would be no easy way tell this kind of news.
My sister called me today with news I thought I would never hear coming out of her mouth. News I have lived in denial of for so many years. After all we are invincible right? She calmly told what I needed to know and what the course of action may entail. All I can think of is that phone call I got on a friday afternoon long ago in September 1989. I know that was a long time ago and things have changed. Chances are much better now than they were in '89. So are the choices. Prognosis is great! The road will be well planned out and I am sure there will be some hurdles but it is achievable. We just got to believe. There is a lot of fear and a lot of praying to come. This type of news is faith.
Thursday, June 3, 2010
And Now I Lay Me Down To Sleep
The past month has been an emotional one for me to say the least. I have watched a dear friend struggle with the loss of the love of her life. Cancer was the demon we all expected to take him however it was something as simple as a heart attack that did it. Michael always liked things quick and to the point. So this was just like him. She waited for 35 years for an answer she never received. She waited patiently for him to decide. In the end he just quietly shut the door and left her with unanswered questions. I pray she finds the answers and finds her way back to us all. I miss my friend.
I had a dream the same dream several times prior to his passing. Finally, I decided to act on this dream. Thinking it was for another I decided to investigate. While visiting with my relatives I discovered it wasn't for my inner circle of family and friends. That dream was about him and for her. In my dream I am standing outside looking at a man with dark hair he is standing beside a small car. The car is dark in color. I cannot see his face clear enough to say who he is, yet I know this person. He keeps pointing to the woman inside the car and he tells me " She needs you". Three times I have this dream and each time it gets more urgent and the picture becomes clearer. Each time I pick up more details. Since my visit I have not dreamed this dream. So when she called me to tell me Michael had passed I was not surprised. I already knew, he had told me. She needed me and I went to her. Our visit was short but positive. She knows she is loved by me and my family.
A few short weeks ago another friend of mine suffered a devastating blow to herself and her family. Her husband, the love of her life, her happiness killed himself. He suffered from PTSD. No matter how many times he cried out for help there was no one there willing to help him. All he had was his beautiful wife and she was so overwhelmed. They tried every avenue open to them but were told to "take 2 Motrin and call me in the morning". Now one of America's finest heroes is gone. I pray every night that she can find the strength to go on for the sake of her children. I pray every day that she will find the peace he so desperately seeked and the answers she must gather for the sake of her children. In the end it is for the children we seek answers.
After his services in DE, I picked her up from the airport and we began the long ride to her home. We spoke about many things on that ride. Things I had long since stopped talking about but never forgot. I will always remember you Greg.
One of the things we talked about was Lady Bugs. My husband and I set free three Lady Bugs on our trip to the deep south. One in Alabama, one in Mississippi and the last in Bethlehelm, Ga. When we got home I found the crushed carnation she had played with under my car seat. I believe God was with us on that trip home from the airport. I believe there were others too.
My mother's first great grandson has been ill of late. I pray so hard that he will become strong and bounce back from all of this. I visited with him today and for the first time he wasn't crying and he seemed very content. I pray this is a good sign. Dear God, we as a family need a good sign today and tomorrow.
My baby sister has her own hurdle to jump and I as the eldest cannot take care of her. I cannot do this for her. I pray so hard. She is the only true sister I have and my life without her would be unbearable to say the least. So I pray tonight for her that all of the tests come back negative.
My mother always told me you don't need to go to church to talk with God. That if you want to speak to Him, just reach out and touch another living thing and start talking. God is in everything we see. He is in the wind that blows thru your hair, He is in the sweet sound of a baby sleeping and He is in the warm embrace we give to one another.
So I pray for them all. Until tomorrow my dears, I will pray for you.
I had a dream the same dream several times prior to his passing. Finally, I decided to act on this dream. Thinking it was for another I decided to investigate. While visiting with my relatives I discovered it wasn't for my inner circle of family and friends. That dream was about him and for her. In my dream I am standing outside looking at a man with dark hair he is standing beside a small car. The car is dark in color. I cannot see his face clear enough to say who he is, yet I know this person. He keeps pointing to the woman inside the car and he tells me " She needs you". Three times I have this dream and each time it gets more urgent and the picture becomes clearer. Each time I pick up more details. Since my visit I have not dreamed this dream. So when she called me to tell me Michael had passed I was not surprised. I already knew, he had told me. She needed me and I went to her. Our visit was short but positive. She knows she is loved by me and my family.
A few short weeks ago another friend of mine suffered a devastating blow to herself and her family. Her husband, the love of her life, her happiness killed himself. He suffered from PTSD. No matter how many times he cried out for help there was no one there willing to help him. All he had was his beautiful wife and she was so overwhelmed. They tried every avenue open to them but were told to "take 2 Motrin and call me in the morning". Now one of America's finest heroes is gone. I pray every night that she can find the strength to go on for the sake of her children. I pray every day that she will find the peace he so desperately seeked and the answers she must gather for the sake of her children. In the end it is for the children we seek answers.
After his services in DE, I picked her up from the airport and we began the long ride to her home. We spoke about many things on that ride. Things I had long since stopped talking about but never forgot. I will always remember you Greg.
One of the things we talked about was Lady Bugs. My husband and I set free three Lady Bugs on our trip to the deep south. One in Alabama, one in Mississippi and the last in Bethlehelm, Ga. When we got home I found the crushed carnation she had played with under my car seat. I believe God was with us on that trip home from the airport. I believe there were others too.
My mother's first great grandson has been ill of late. I pray so hard that he will become strong and bounce back from all of this. I visited with him today and for the first time he wasn't crying and he seemed very content. I pray this is a good sign. Dear God, we as a family need a good sign today and tomorrow.
My baby sister has her own hurdle to jump and I as the eldest cannot take care of her. I cannot do this for her. I pray so hard. She is the only true sister I have and my life without her would be unbearable to say the least. So I pray tonight for her that all of the tests come back negative.
My mother always told me you don't need to go to church to talk with God. That if you want to speak to Him, just reach out and touch another living thing and start talking. God is in everything we see. He is in the wind that blows thru your hair, He is in the sweet sound of a baby sleeping and He is in the warm embrace we give to one another.
So I pray for them all. Until tomorrow my dears, I will pray for you.
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
32 inches with a wingspan of 64 inches
My dears! I almost took flight and flew back to NC on my recent visit to Mississippi. I have always been told they grow things big down there but no one told me HOW BIG! Or maybe I just forgot!
Anywho I was sitting there quietly typing away on my computer, probably talking to one of you when all of a sudden it landed on my hand! My friend Beth said "What the ?????" All I could do was sling it and my hand all over the living room! I mean it was 32 inches long, black and it FLEW! That was all I needed to know! Well my dears, it fell into my netbook, I slammed the netbook closed and threw it to the floor! Ran out into the yard screaming at the top of my lungs! IT TOUCHED ME! I could hardly breathe! Poor Hubs #3 didn't know what to do, said in all the years we had been together he had never seen me move so quickly!
My BFF, Beth who is now my HF (Hero forever) managed to killed the monster and restore order to the house. Funny how after you kill one of those dinosaurs how small they look in death......
Hubs #3 still thinks it is the funniest thing he has ever seen. I hope I live to see one land on him! Grrrrr!!! I myself had to spend the first day in Mississippi laid up on the couch, I managed to throw my back out while fleeing from a dinosaur with a 64 inch wingspan.....
Anywho I was sitting there quietly typing away on my computer, probably talking to one of you when all of a sudden it landed on my hand! My friend Beth said "What the ?????" All I could do was sling it and my hand all over the living room! I mean it was 32 inches long, black and it FLEW! That was all I needed to know! Well my dears, it fell into my netbook, I slammed the netbook closed and threw it to the floor! Ran out into the yard screaming at the top of my lungs! IT TOUCHED ME! I could hardly breathe! Poor Hubs #3 didn't know what to do, said in all the years we had been together he had never seen me move so quickly!
My BFF, Beth who is now my HF (Hero forever) managed to killed the monster and restore order to the house. Funny how after you kill one of those dinosaurs how small they look in death......
Hubs #3 still thinks it is the funniest thing he has ever seen. I hope I live to see one land on him! Grrrrr!!! I myself had to spend the first day in Mississippi laid up on the couch, I managed to throw my back out while fleeing from a dinosaur with a 64 inch wingspan.....
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
My Recent Trip
Well my dears, my recent trip to Mississippi proved to be quite interesting to say the least! Hubs#3 and I enjoyed ourselves immensely! I reconnected with a few old friends and found that things had changed so much yet nothing had changed at all! Meanwhile, Hubs #3 found new friends and didn't want to leave! Well after 10 days of vacation who would want to leave? I mean after all we WERE having fun and there was NO ONE to tell us it was time to return to the real world right? WRONG!
Angel Child called first just to check on us she said. Next came the Free Spirited Child but we think it was just to know the exact time we were coming home so she could clean up from the party! Mostly it was the Chosen One who called everyday except the day this pocket called every thirty minutes. We can't count that day!
Funny how when we are young our parents check on us and now that we are old our children are checking on us. Makes me wonder if my will is in order....
All in all I would say we had the best vacation ever. From the "Welcome to Mississippi" party to the "So sorry you have to go" party there is nothing like the hospitality of my deep south friends.
We spent a lot of time in the country those 10 days. Looking first at land than and houses with land. Wondering aloud should we retire here in Mississippi or perhaps in Georgia where our Eldest of all lives. Where ever we decided to retire it had better be close to friends, family and that beautiful red dirt I love so much......
Angel Child called first just to check on us she said. Next came the Free Spirited Child but we think it was just to know the exact time we were coming home so she could clean up from the party! Mostly it was the Chosen One who called everyday except the day this pocket called every thirty minutes. We can't count that day!
Funny how when we are young our parents check on us and now that we are old our children are checking on us. Makes me wonder if my will is in order....
All in all I would say we had the best vacation ever. From the "Welcome to Mississippi" party to the "So sorry you have to go" party there is nothing like the hospitality of my deep south friends.
We spent a lot of time in the country those 10 days. Looking first at land than and houses with land. Wondering aloud should we retire here in Mississippi or perhaps in Georgia where our Eldest of all lives. Where ever we decided to retire it had better be close to friends, family and that beautiful red dirt I love so much......
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