What Father's Day is all about...really
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Hungry Owl Project
My cousin sent this link to me last night and I think it is very worthwhile.
The main page is located here http://www.hungryowl.org/. This is the hungry owl project main page, and here is the webcam to watch the little owls grow.
http://ustweet.net/channel/nicasio-owl
The idea is to get land owners and farmers and vinyard owners to not use pesticides on crops incects eat and then the owl eats and then feeds to her owlets. You can get HOP boxes from them for your mama owls. But be sure to check out the webcam.
The main page is located here http://www.hungryowl.org/. This is the hungry owl project main page, and here is the webcam to watch the little owls grow.
http://ustweet.net/channel/nicasio-owl
The idea is to get land owners and farmers and vinyard owners to not use pesticides on crops incects eat and then the owl eats and then feeds to her owlets. You can get HOP boxes from them for your mama owls. But be sure to check out the webcam.
Sunday, June 13, 2010
More of the story of Sick Ole Amber and Her Daughter's Encounter
Oh Lord...I don't even know where to start. It has been so long since I've posted my blog has spider webs. The past week has been full of appointments with various doctors and labs....and sleep studies. And to top it all off with a bright red cherry....I have a bright red rash that my new primary doesn't know what the hell it is. He did get me an appointment with a dermatologist for next Tuesday, but that is a long time when your body from your knees to the top of your head itch like MAD. He told me to take Zyrtec and Claritin....I thought to myself...yeah right. So I took that junk and then some benadryl and then some aloe with lidocaine in it and rubbed all over lightly and some spray Rhulihist and spray Benedryl with more of it and then a pain pill and a trank, courtesy of Dr. Elderly. I'm sure I took some other stuff. If I die it will be nobody's fault except mine. And I didn't, so, basically I'm still hanging in, but my attitude has become sort of rank lately. I was just getting ready to post about my daughter's encounter with the flash flood in Texas when I saw an email from one of my "friends". Man....my email has dropped off significantly. Just goes to show ya how much those "Love You" emails are worth. HA! I've told you I'd been back to the hospital for another round of pneumonia which my new primary described as "there was only a small amount of fluid in your lungs, so it was barely pneumonia." What a Dick. I get pretty upset about ANY fluid in my lungs. The night I went to the hospital the first time I think I cracked a tooth, if not there is something very serious going on in that area, too. Well, being unable to make an appt with my dentist I waited until the first of this week to make an appointment. I had thought it was a safe time for that...but the rash came and I will have to cancel in the morning, since we don't know if it is an allergy rash or some foreign country rash...like Ebola. I'm sure Dr. Dentist would happily see me when I'm not all spotty. Hopefully I'll be able to get it fixed another time. Upside of this is that I use the water pick and floss after every meal. Diligently!
Oh yeah...Dr. Primary told me I no longer have diabetes after talking to me for three minutes. I just looked at him and asked how did he know that. He started off on some bs rabbit trail so I told him I still use the Lantus and humalog. Those are the injectable meds. Oh, he said. In that case just use the Lantus at night. I just left the old guy doc, because he just wanted to give me pain pills and tranks everytime I came in. I guess, so I'd go away and leave him alone, and I actually wanted to feel well. I'd stayed with him for 37 years and it wasn't for the drugs, either. He really was a great diagnostician....he's so old he'd seen everything in the medical world. Now this one wants to go one on one with me instead of treating me with tlc. He just doesn't know. God forgive me but the first night I was in the ER back in April when they gave me the evil Morphine, I think I cursed out a church pastor. He was asking me to pray with him and I figured I had enough to pray about for myself and he could just pray for himself and I told him so and to "Get Thee hence and the hell out of my room!" At some point he broke into tears. I was stunned by that from someone like him. I couldn't help myself much less him! I haven't seen him since which is unusual because all the new doctors have offices at that hospital. I've run into a lot of people there when going to appointments...even a lady in my knitting group. My husband said it was the ER...I can't figure why my husband allowed him to badger me that night or allow him in my room. He said he thought he was another doctor. I wonder how long it would have taken him to figure out he was a psycho? I may just post this...except I was going another way with my life story. Changed my mind.
ps-I have sleep apnea, too and they put aside a darlin' little blue mask for me. It is to die for. Hell, won't I be a beauty? The first night of the testing I certainly was. I scared myself when I had to get unhitched to go to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. My hair was standing up all over my head from the gunk they use to hold the leads to you. The guy had warned me about how hard it is to get the mess off and to get some Goo Gone to get it out of my hair. Hubby went to get some and after reading the WARNINGS it didn't seem like a good choice at all. I found some stuff they had given me at the hospital for a "dry" bath. I figured what the heck...and gave it a whirl. It all came out with no hassle. I can hardly wait to see the pulmonologist on the 21st to get my lovely mask, at least I hope he is the one who has it. After the second night in the sleep lab I was ready to cut and run and did as soon as I could get out of there.
Now to the post I'd meant to write this morning about my oldest daughter. Her fiancee decided going to the wilderness to camp would be about the funnest thing he could think of to spend time with my Her, aka The Princess. She has been a great sport about camping in the past even though she loathes it, but figured if there was a/c in the RV it was sort of ok and there was usually a river close by to swim in. So, reluctantly she agreed to go with him and a bunch of people they know to camp on the Guadalupe River, near Greune, Tx. (prounounced-Green). Very early in the morning Rman woke The Princess and said " tiWe gotta go!!" He is sort of like Tommy Lee Jones or Viggo Mortenson when it comes to man talk. He was serious and she knew it. She didn't think she had shoes with her and only flip flops. He had cut the barb wire between them and a hill with some bolt cutters he had with him. He must have been a boy scout before he was a Marine. Who else would take bolt cutters with them on a camping trip. He told her to hang on tight when they got out and she did. She told me the current was unbelievable, and trying to keep on those flip flops was a real challenge. She had charge of some children of some of their friends and was keeping them rounded up. She said it was surreal walking through a river with Lord knows what in it, climbing the hill in flip flops with kids all around her, lightning crashing on all sides and rain like crazy. Rman had gone back to help others get out safely. There were some people in a tree, but they opted to stay where they were. Wise decision. He did get some others out and one couple were staying on the river pre wedding day. She had her wedding dress, rings, and passport with her in anticipation of a wonderful wedding to remember. It will be remembered alright. All of the wedding stuff was lost. However, the next day a box was found in an upside down trailer and her wedding dress was in the box. Princess told me the box was muddy as all get out, but the dress was spotless white. The rings and passport haven't been recovered that I am aware of. She was very sensitive on the ring issue, because a couple of weeks ago hers went missing while she was cooking. She had put them on the windowsill and then they were gone. Rman only said one word and then he was ok. I told her to get a chain and wear it around her neck like Frodo. A few weeks later TP was hunting sea glass with her maid's daughter when Marti came out with TP's cell. She told her someone was ringing her....the ring was on top of the phone. There was great joy and happiness in that household that night! They have too much time on their hands for sure.
Back to the flood. Rman and TP's RV and truck were the last ones to not get damage. All the ones parked behind them were flooded and they will have to pay for the rented rvs. Worst news ever, except for the family of the gentleman who drowned. I suggested possibly their homeowners or car insurance might pay. We will see.
TP was so upset when I talked to her the next day I could hardly understand her. Actually she was still incoherent from fear and shock I thought she had a bottle of booze and laying in the back seat holding it like a baby. I'm surprised she could speak at all. They were staying with one of Rman's cousins until they could help the other friends get their stuff sorted out. Earlier that day I'd seen the awful pictures of the flood on the news and said..."My daughter was down there camping this past weekend!" I'd forgotten they had planned to stay until Wednesday or Thursday. I just figured out a way for us to save about $50,000. We aren't going to buy an RV for sure. That is also a way to know you are a native Texan, when you have a cousin to who will shelter you at anytime and anywhere. Cousins are very good things to have. God saving your loved ones is even better.
Oh yeah...Dr. Primary told me I no longer have diabetes after talking to me for three minutes. I just looked at him and asked how did he know that. He started off on some bs rabbit trail so I told him I still use the Lantus and humalog. Those are the injectable meds. Oh, he said. In that case just use the Lantus at night. I just left the old guy doc, because he just wanted to give me pain pills and tranks everytime I came in. I guess, so I'd go away and leave him alone, and I actually wanted to feel well. I'd stayed with him for 37 years and it wasn't for the drugs, either. He really was a great diagnostician....he's so old he'd seen everything in the medical world. Now this one wants to go one on one with me instead of treating me with tlc. He just doesn't know. God forgive me but the first night I was in the ER back in April when they gave me the evil Morphine, I think I cursed out a church pastor. He was asking me to pray with him and I figured I had enough to pray about for myself and he could just pray for himself and I told him so and to "Get Thee hence and the hell out of my room!" At some point he broke into tears. I was stunned by that from someone like him. I couldn't help myself much less him! I haven't seen him since which is unusual because all the new doctors have offices at that hospital. I've run into a lot of people there when going to appointments...even a lady in my knitting group. My husband said it was the ER...I can't figure why my husband allowed him to badger me that night or allow him in my room. He said he thought he was another doctor. I wonder how long it would have taken him to figure out he was a psycho? I may just post this...except I was going another way with my life story. Changed my mind.
ps-I have sleep apnea, too and they put aside a darlin' little blue mask for me. It is to die for. Hell, won't I be a beauty? The first night of the testing I certainly was. I scared myself when I had to get unhitched to go to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. My hair was standing up all over my head from the gunk they use to hold the leads to you. The guy had warned me about how hard it is to get the mess off and to get some Goo Gone to get it out of my hair. Hubby went to get some and after reading the WARNINGS it didn't seem like a good choice at all. I found some stuff they had given me at the hospital for a "dry" bath. I figured what the heck...and gave it a whirl. It all came out with no hassle. I can hardly wait to see the pulmonologist on the 21st to get my lovely mask, at least I hope he is the one who has it. After the second night in the sleep lab I was ready to cut and run and did as soon as I could get out of there.
Now to the post I'd meant to write this morning about my oldest daughter. Her fiancee decided going to the wilderness to camp would be about the funnest thing he could think of to spend time with my Her, aka The Princess. She has been a great sport about camping in the past even though she loathes it, but figured if there was a/c in the RV it was sort of ok and there was usually a river close by to swim in. So, reluctantly she agreed to go with him and a bunch of people they know to camp on the Guadalupe River, near Greune, Tx. (prounounced-Green). Very early in the morning Rman woke The Princess and said " tiWe gotta go!!" He is sort of like Tommy Lee Jones or Viggo Mortenson when it comes to man talk. He was serious and she knew it. She didn't think she had shoes with her and only flip flops. He had cut the barb wire between them and a hill with some bolt cutters he had with him. He must have been a boy scout before he was a Marine. Who else would take bolt cutters with them on a camping trip. He told her to hang on tight when they got out and she did. She told me the current was unbelievable, and trying to keep on those flip flops was a real challenge. She had charge of some children of some of their friends and was keeping them rounded up. She said it was surreal walking through a river with Lord knows what in it, climbing the hill in flip flops with kids all around her, lightning crashing on all sides and rain like crazy. Rman had gone back to help others get out safely. There were some people in a tree, but they opted to stay where they were. Wise decision. He did get some others out and one couple were staying on the river pre wedding day. She had her wedding dress, rings, and passport with her in anticipation of a wonderful wedding to remember. It will be remembered alright. All of the wedding stuff was lost. However, the next day a box was found in an upside down trailer and her wedding dress was in the box. Princess told me the box was muddy as all get out, but the dress was spotless white. The rings and passport haven't been recovered that I am aware of. She was very sensitive on the ring issue, because a couple of weeks ago hers went missing while she was cooking. She had put them on the windowsill and then they were gone. Rman only said one word and then he was ok. I told her to get a chain and wear it around her neck like Frodo. A few weeks later TP was hunting sea glass with her maid's daughter when Marti came out with TP's cell. She told her someone was ringing her....the ring was on top of the phone. There was great joy and happiness in that household that night! They have too much time on their hands for sure.
Back to the flood. Rman and TP's RV and truck were the last ones to not get damage. All the ones parked behind them were flooded and they will have to pay for the rented rvs. Worst news ever, except for the family of the gentleman who drowned. I suggested possibly their homeowners or car insurance might pay. We will see.
TP was so upset when I talked to her the next day I could hardly understand her. Actually she was still incoherent from fear and shock I thought she had a bottle of booze and laying in the back seat holding it like a baby. I'm surprised she could speak at all. They were staying with one of Rman's cousins until they could help the other friends get their stuff sorted out. Earlier that day I'd seen the awful pictures of the flood on the news and said..."My daughter was down there camping this past weekend!" I'd forgotten they had planned to stay until Wednesday or Thursday. I just figured out a way for us to save about $50,000. We aren't going to buy an RV for sure. That is also a way to know you are a native Texan, when you have a cousin to who will shelter you at anytime and anywhere. Cousins are very good things to have. God saving your loved ones is even better.
Sunday, May 30, 2010
Memorial Day 2010
Today is Memorial Day and there will be flags flying, hot dogs grilling and chicken frying, parades and brass bands. Formerly this day was known as Decoration Day and relatives and friends of those who died in the Civil War to World War I would gather at cemeteries to honor those who had given their lives in the service of their country. In November we honor those who served their country with military service. On the last Monday in May we honor those who gave their lives in service to their country. Don't overlook the women who served their country from the Civil War to the present. They served and died in service to their country. She Served Too. There were civilian volunteers in Vietnam and one was a woman I tried to get information about, but nothing yet, is Eleanor Ardel Vietti. She was taken prisoner on May 30, 1962 while at a leprosarium near the South Vietnamese mountain town of Banmethuot where she was a physician.
The rules for flying the flag of the United States of America are listed on this website:Flag Code. If you don't know or aren't sure please check the Betsy Ross website. The code and rules for flying our flag and every contingency that might ever arise is covered there. After September 11, 2001 we put up our flag...and it just didn't look quite right. That is when I found the Betsy Ross website. It is a mission of mine to help others not make mistakes with the symbol of our country.
Members of the Veterans of Foreign Wars take donations for poppies in the days leading up to Memorial Day; the poppy's significance to Memorial Day is the result of the John McCrae poem "In Flanders Fields." gatherings, and sporting events.
Source-Wikipedia
The poem In Flanders Field was written by John McCrae, a Canadian doctor, soldier and poet.
In Flanders Fields
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
~John McCrae, 1915
During World War I, John McCrae was tending the wounded and dying in the trenches at the Second Battle of Ypres in the Flanders area of Belgium as the Canadians held their ground against chlorine gas attacks. When a close friend was killed and buried in a quick grave marked with a plain wooden cross, John McCrae wrote In Flanders Fields.
Source:Canadaonline
The rules for flying the flag of the United States of America are listed on this website:Flag Code. If you don't know or aren't sure please check the Betsy Ross website. The code and rules for flying our flag and every contingency that might ever arise is covered there. After September 11, 2001 we put up our flag...and it just didn't look quite right. That is when I found the Betsy Ross website. It is a mission of mine to help others not make mistakes with the symbol of our country.
Members of the Veterans of Foreign Wars take donations for poppies in the days leading up to Memorial Day; the poppy's significance to Memorial Day is the result of the John McCrae poem "In Flanders Fields." gatherings, and sporting events.
Source-Wikipedia
The poem In Flanders Field was written by John McCrae, a Canadian doctor, soldier and poet.
In Flanders Fields
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
~John McCrae, 1915
During World War I, John McCrae was tending the wounded and dying in the trenches at the Second Battle of Ypres in the Flanders area of Belgium as the Canadians held their ground against chlorine gas attacks. When a close friend was killed and buried in a quick grave marked with a plain wooden cross, John McCrae wrote In Flanders Fields.
Source:Canadaonline
God Bless Our Soldiers in harm's way today and forever.
Friday, May 14, 2010
Late Mom's Day Thoughts
During the Mother's Day festivities I wasn't feeling very well, but I just opened this in an email and it cracked me up. I'm sure small children didn't answer these questions, but they might have. There are some really smart little guys out there. I hope you enjoy this as much as I did.
WHY GOD MADE MOMS
Answers given by 2nd grade school children to the following questions:
Why did God make mothers?
1. She's the only one who knows where the scotch tape is.
2.. Mostly to clean the house.
3. To help us out of there when we were getting born.
How did God make mothers?
1. He used dirt, just like for the rest of us.
2. Magic plus super powers and a lot of stirring.
3. God made my mom just the same like he made me. He just used bigger parts.
What ingredients are mothers made of?
1. God makes mothers out of clouds and angel hair and everything nice in the world and one dab of mean.
2. They had to get their start from men's bones. Then they mostly use string, I think.
Why did God give you your mother and not some other mom?
1. We're related.
2. God knew she likes me a lot more than other people's mom like me.
What kind of a little girl was your mom?
1. My mom has always been my mom and none of that other stuff.
2. I don't know because I wasn't there, but my guess would be pretty bossy.
3. They say she used to be nice.
What did mom need to know about dad before she married him?
1. His last name.
2. She had to know his background. Like is he a crook? Does he get drunk on beer?
3. Does he make at least $800 a year? Did he say NO to drugs and YES to chores?
Why did your mom marry your dad?
1.. My dad makes the best spaghetti in the world. And my mom eats a lot
2. She got too old to do anything else with him.
3. My grandma says that mom didn't have her thinking cap on.
Who's the boss at your house?
1. Mom doesn't want to be boss, but she has to because dad's such a goof ball.
2. Mom. You can tell by room inspection. She sees the stuff under the bed.
3. I guess mom is, but only because she has a lot more to do than dad.
What's the difference between moms and dads?
1. Moms work at work and work at home and dads just go to work at work.
2. Moms know how to talk to teachers without scaring them..
3. Dads are taller and stronger, but moms have all the real power 'cause that's who you got to ask if you want to sleep over at your friends.
4. Moms have magic, they make you feel better without medicine.
What does your mom do in her spare time?
1. Mothers don't do spare time.
2. To hear her tell it, she pays bills all day long.
What would it take to make your mom perfect?
1. On the inside she's already perfect. Outside, I think some kind of plastic sur gery .
2. Diet. You know, her hair. I'd diet, maybe blue.
If you could change one thing about your mom, what would it be?
1. She has this weird thing about me keeping my room clean. I'd get rid of that.
2. I'd make my mom smarter.. Then she would know it was my sister who did it not me.
3. I would like for her to get rid of those invisible eyes on the back of her head.
WHEN YOU STOP LAUGHING -- SEND IT ON TO OTHER MOTHERS, GRANDMOTHERS, AND AUNTS.....and anyone else who has anything to do with kids or just needs a good laugh!!!
WHY GOD MADE MOMS
Answers given by 2nd grade school children to the following questions:
Why did God make mothers?
1. She's the only one who knows where the scotch tape is.
2.. Mostly to clean the house.
3. To help us out of there when we were getting born.
How did God make mothers?
1. He used dirt, just like for the rest of us.
2. Magic plus super powers and a lot of stirring.
3. God made my mom just the same like he made me. He just used bigger parts.
What ingredients are mothers made of?
1. God makes mothers out of clouds and angel hair and everything nice in the world and one dab of mean.
2. They had to get their start from men's bones. Then they mostly use string, I think.
Why did God give you your mother and not some other mom?
1. We're related.
2. God knew she likes me a lot more than other people's mom like me.
What kind of a little girl was your mom?
1. My mom has always been my mom and none of that other stuff.
2. I don't know because I wasn't there, but my guess would be pretty bossy.
3. They say she used to be nice.
What did mom need to know about dad before she married him?
1. His last name.
2. She had to know his background. Like is he a crook? Does he get drunk on beer?
3. Does he make at least $800 a year? Did he say NO to drugs and YES to chores?
Why did your mom marry your dad?
1.. My dad makes the best spaghetti in the world. And my mom eats a lot
2. She got too old to do anything else with him.
3. My grandma says that mom didn't have her thinking cap on.
Who's the boss at your house?
1. Mom doesn't want to be boss, but she has to because dad's such a goof ball.
2. Mom. You can tell by room inspection. She sees the stuff under the bed.
3. I guess mom is, but only because she has a lot more to do than dad.
What's the difference between moms and dads?
1. Moms work at work and work at home and dads just go to work at work.
2. Moms know how to talk to teachers without scaring them..
3. Dads are taller and stronger, but moms have all the real power 'cause that's who you got to ask if you want to sleep over at your friends.
4. Moms have magic, they make you feel better without medicine.
What does your mom do in her spare time?
1. Mothers don't do spare time.
2. To hear her tell it, she pays bills all day long.
What would it take to make your mom perfect?
1. On the inside she's already perfect. Outside, I think some kind of plastic sur gery .
2. Diet. You know, her hair. I'd diet, maybe blue.
If you could change one thing about your mom, what would it be?
1. She has this weird thing about me keeping my room clean. I'd get rid of that.
2. I'd make my mom smarter.. Then she would know it was my sister who did it not me.
3. I would like for her to get rid of those invisible eyes on the back of her head.
WHEN YOU STOP LAUGHING -- SEND IT ON TO OTHER MOTHERS, GRANDMOTHERS, AND AUNTS.....and anyone else who has anything to do with kids or just needs a good laugh!!!
Thursday, May 13, 2010
Counting Carbs in Texas...or something sorta like that
The days are going by and each day I feel a little better mostly. My husband and I are going to get signed up for diabetes classes so I can figure this mess out and my husband can know what the heck is going on with me if I do something wrong medicinewise.
We have been getting plants tidied up in their pots from the overwintering time in the greenhouse. I hadn't been able to fuss with anything in a while and didn't know why I felt so weak.
Hubby has been so good in caring for me. We are both learning the carb count on most all of our food, but it is limited. One of the finest things I'd forgotten about is Cream of Wheat and adding some frozen fruit in it, and they have made oatmeal so good I can't believe it! I made some pecan encrusted "fried chicken" the other day for dinner and enough for lunches and snacks for me. Sugar is way over rated anyway. The substitutes are tasty and fill the void when it comes to needing sweet stuff. I love the sugar free stuff you put in a bottle of cold water for a change.
There is a lot of learning going on around here regarding the steroid induced diabetes that I'm living with right now. When they are able to reduce the steroids the diabetes will, hopefully, go away. So far it hasn't been too bad, but it is getting more complicated.
Take care all you kind friends who have dropped by and left messages on my blog or emailed me. It really means a lot to me to hear from you and what is going on in your part of the world.
It is supposed to start raining here and hopefully it won't be as dreadful as it has been in Oklahoma for them, but there will be a LOT of rain in store. Our daughter is coming up to Ft. Worth this weekend to attend an annual party. This year will be particularly difficult since we have lost two others from our "gang". Life goes on, thank Goodness. I found while I was so sick that I really did not like the idea of dying at all. There is way too much to see, read, learn, and experience. However, right now it is sort of scary to think of going very far from home. That will get better as my body heals....I hope!
We have been getting plants tidied up in their pots from the overwintering time in the greenhouse. I hadn't been able to fuss with anything in a while and didn't know why I felt so weak.
Hubby has been so good in caring for me. We are both learning the carb count on most all of our food, but it is limited. One of the finest things I'd forgotten about is Cream of Wheat and adding some frozen fruit in it, and they have made oatmeal so good I can't believe it! I made some pecan encrusted "fried chicken" the other day for dinner and enough for lunches and snacks for me. Sugar is way over rated anyway. The substitutes are tasty and fill the void when it comes to needing sweet stuff. I love the sugar free stuff you put in a bottle of cold water for a change.
There is a lot of learning going on around here regarding the steroid induced diabetes that I'm living with right now. When they are able to reduce the steroids the diabetes will, hopefully, go away. So far it hasn't been too bad, but it is getting more complicated.
Take care all you kind friends who have dropped by and left messages on my blog or emailed me. It really means a lot to me to hear from you and what is going on in your part of the world.
It is supposed to start raining here and hopefully it won't be as dreadful as it has been in Oklahoma for them, but there will be a LOT of rain in store. Our daughter is coming up to Ft. Worth this weekend to attend an annual party. This year will be particularly difficult since we have lost two others from our "gang". Life goes on, thank Goodness. I found while I was so sick that I really did not like the idea of dying at all. There is way too much to see, read, learn, and experience. However, right now it is sort of scary to think of going very far from home. That will get better as my body heals....I hope!
Thursday, May 6, 2010
Back In The Saddle....well, not so much
I got home from the hospital today after a week of so much not fun. I've been trying to catch up on a few things and hope this blog now will let you post to my blog again. I've got to get in the bed now. Will try to catch up soon.
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