From the Farm

Following Jesus

2007-12-20T10:27:00.000-06:00

When did it become so complicated to make a profession of faith, to accept Jesus as the Son of God and be baptized?

Last week Haley, our 9 year old Grand daughter, told her mom she was ready to be baptized. We have talked to her and she and I read the Bible every night( when I'm not working - hope she does when I am working). She wants her Uncle Josh to baptize her. I didn't realize it was a complicated matter, full of "church doctrine" to be baptized.

I contacted the preacher where we attend (it is a Southern Baptist). Told him of Haley's desire and asked if there would be a problem with her Uncle preforming the baptism. He called me last night at work to discuss this. He wanted to know if Josh was licensed and where was he "ordained." I asked what that had to do with him baptizing Haley. According to their church regulations, only an ordained or licensed person can baptize. I told him I had a problem with that. I read in my bible that any one can teach anyone else about the Lord and when that person reaches a decision, that any believing/saved person can preform the baptism. Am I totally out in left field with this????

I have an aunt and uncle in New Mexico who have had Bible study in there home for many years. They have a pool in there back yard. When someone receives Jesus and wishes to be baptized, they preform this in their pool. To my knowledge, neither my aunt or uncle are "ordained" or "licensed" as I have been told they must be, but they are believing Christians.

I guess I haven't been too informed all my life. My dad preached many times as we were growing up and I don't ever remember hearing him or Mom referring to his "ordination" or holding a license. What about all those "circuit riding preachers" in the past? I do know that when some one gets married the preacher says, "By the power vested in me by the State of-----." Never asked what power that was (and I am sure Greg is going to give me a much needed lesson on all this).

Another thing, I asked the preacher if there would be a problem for Haley to be baptized the same day she makes a profession of faith in front of the church. He said it would be better if that was done first and then she was baptized later, after she became a member of "the church". Again, my bible says, God added them to the church as many as were saved (Acts). I was trying to coordinate getting Teri and Josh with us for this important occasion. Now it has turned into an unnecessary ordeal.

I wish it was summer, we would gather around the pool and baptize her here at the farm with family around. By the way, Josh has been licensed as an ordained minister so there shouldn't be a problem, but naturally there was. He has graciously agreed to talk with the preacher and try to work this out. I feel like there should not be any problem when a SOUL is being saved, but evidently there is.

Putting things into perspective

2007-12-13T10:13:00.000-06:00

Monday the 10th, was to be the day we set a trial date to end this charade for custody of Hannah. Mike and I were on our way to the courthouse when we got a call from Tara. She had just heard from her lawyer and the date had been postponed again. His lawyer requested more time to investigate. The judge granted it. I just don't understand a court system that has no more concern for a child's welfare than this. It is quite obvious, to anyone who wants to see, that Hannah is most certainly being affected by this, and the lawyers and the court don't seem to care. We get her and she is totally uncontrolled. It takes us a few days to get her back to the sweet little girl we know she really is.

We had turned around to go back to the house when we got a call from Mike's sister. His dad was in the ER (not the one I work at) with stroke symptoms. We went over and spent the morning. He was admitted to the hospital. Tests showed he has a small cerebral bleed. I don't think they will do anything about that (it should absorb, it nothing else happens). His left carotid was 85% blocked which precipitated the CVA. That was "fixed" yesterday.

I got a call from Greg last night to see how things were going. Mike was to fly to Tulsa, OK for a job interview Tues. (he's been out of a job for the last 4 weeks). The interview was postponed because Tulsa is closed because of the ice storms. I was telling him all that has happened and I made the statement "I told God, I just can't handle anymore." He quickly put things in perspective telling me he and Jan were on their way to pick up the body of a little 3 yo. My problems didn't seem so bad then. I do have my children (who are relatively healthy), the grands, who are wonderful. I have a job and a roof over my head and food to eat (if I want it - which lately I haven't been too hungry). So, we are going through some hard times right now but these too shall pass.

We will have our pieced together Christmas, enjoy one another and be thankful. Hope your holidays are peaceful and happy.

Interesting Thanksgiving

2007-11-29T09:01:00.000-06:00

I just finished working my 7 on at the ED. I generally work an 8 hour shift. Not so this past week. I think I got off on time once out of the 7. Many unusual things happened.

We had a young man brought in by ambulance that had "shot up" 8 Dilaudid and took 5 more by mouth and 4 Xanax. For those who don't know, to "shoot up" means to put the med directly into the vein with a needle. I understand, from the police , the newest street drug thrill for kids is Dilaudid. Gives them a quicker "high". In the ED, we give Dilaudid when other medications are not touching pain for kidney stones and occasionally for an acute heart attack (generally give Morphine). Another side note - dilaudid (laudnum), was the drug Doc Holiday (of the Wyatt Earp fame) was addicted to. It is a very additive drug. Anyway, this kid stated he wasn't trying to kill himself, he was just trying to get away from some of the pain he was going through from things happening in his life. I told him that by definition that was "attempted suicide". He was stabilized and sent to another hospital for psych evaluation.

On a happier but much more nerve racking note - we delivered a baby at 11:32 Thanksgiving night. Had a woman brought into ED with contractions 1 min apart. This was her 4th birth. As the ambulance drivers were transferring her to our bed, they informed us that her last sonogram showed the baby was breech. Understand, I work in a "country" ED. Years ago, this hospital stopped delivering babies, there are no labor and delivery docs, no surgical support for complications and no peds, also NO neonatal or pediatric RN support. Needless to say we became a little nervous. If this delivery was complicated it could have become a disaster.

I know I have been an ER nurse for many years, but I felt like Butterfly McQueen in Gone with the Wind. I don't know much about "birthing babies". That ain't my thing. Give me a full code, acute heart attack, somebody not breathing and I am cool and calm. I felt completely out of control with this. Thank goodness, we had staff in the ED to take over as I stood by helpless. Later, our unit secretary told me, "I have NEVER seen you like that, you are always in control." I learned a lot that night.

End of story, baby and mom are ok. We stabilized them and sent them to the hospital she was supposed to have been at for the delivery. On a good note, I got to ride in the back of the ambulance holding the baby and taking care of him. That was also a new experience for me. He was a beautiful baby.

I sure hope we get the "new" hospital we have been promised before too many more years pass. We will then have the much needed ancillary specialties available.

Hope your Thanksgivings were nice and much less harried than mine.

Worry

2007-11-22T10:12:00.001-06:00

I received an email from a friend the other day and passed it on to Greg. He emailed me back and told me this would make a good blog. So, here it is:

WORRY

Is there a magic cutoff period
when offspring become accountable
for their own actions?
Is there a wonderful moment
when parents can become
detached spectators in the lives
of their children and shrug,
"It's their life," and feel nothing?

When I was in my twenties, I stood in a hospital corridor waiting for doctors to put a few stitches in my son's head. I asked, "When do you stop worrying?"
The nurse said,
"When they get out of the accident stage."
My mother just smiled faintly
and said nothing.
When I was in my thirties, I sat on a little
chair in a classroom and heard how one of my children talked incessantly,
disrupted the class, and was headed
for a career making license plates.
As if to read my mind , a teacher said,
"Don't worry, they all go through this stage and then you can sit back, relax
and enjoy them."
My mother just smiled faintly
and said nothing.

When I was in my forties, I spent a lifetime
waiting for the phone to ring,
the cars to come home, the front door
to open. A friend said,
"They're trying to find themselves.
Don't worry, in a few years, you can stop worrying. They'll be adults."
My mother just smiled faintly
and said nothing.

By the time I was 50, I was sick & tired of being vulnerable. I was still worrying
over my children, but there was
a new wrinkle. There was nothing
I could do about it.
My mother just smiled faintly
and said nothing.
I continued to anguish
over their failures, be tormented
by their frustrations
and absorbed in their disappointments.

My friends said that when my kids got married I could stop worrying and lead my own life. I wanted to believe that, but I was
haunted by my mother's warm smile and her
occasional, "You look pale. Are you all right?
Call me the minute you get home. Are
you depressed about something?"

Can it be that parents are sentenced
to a lifetime of worry?
Is concern for one another
handed down like a torch to blaze the trail
of human frailties and the fears
of the unknown?
Is concern a curse or is it a virtue
that elevates us to the highest form of life?

One of my children became quite irritable
recently, saying to me, "Where were you? I've been calling for 3 days, and no one answered. I was worried."
I smiled a warm smile.
The torch has been passed.

I read this and thought how true it was for me. I could see myself and Muz all through this and now Teri and Tara (toward me and their children). I can remember when Mom would be sick or even be in the hospital and I would be trying to contact her and couldn't find her. I would get so upset at her because she wouldn't have let me know (she didn't want to worry me and she would say, "What could have done?"). Now, I find myself in that stage where when I am ill, I get fussed at by my girls because I haven't let them know.

Does the email remind you of anyone you know?

P.S. Update on the Hannah situation. We went to court on the 13th of November and were told it was postponed again because his lawyers mother had had a stroke. I felt for his lawyer and their family but I was very upset also. We have a little 4 year old that is being torn apart. She feels she doesn't belong anywhere and that no one really wants her because she is being shuffled back and forth and has no where to call "home." Buddy continues to harass Tara by calling her, yelling, accusing, cursing. I know I need to be praying for him but at this moment, I can't find it in me to do so. We go back to court December 10th to be told the day and hour we will actually go to trial. I hope I am NEVER involved in anything like this again as long as I live.

Where did I go wrong?

2007-11-05T10:03:00.001-06:00

I have been an Alabama fan since I was in grade school living in Florida (go figure). I have never changed my aliegence. My degree from college is from the University of Alabama School of Nursing. I have been a true Crimson Tide fan through the good and bad times. So where did I go wrong with my kids?

Tara was an Auburn fan as a small tike because her daddy was an Auburn fan. She later came to her senses and cheered for BAMA. Then she became wishy-washy and cheered for who ever was winning. Even became a strong Florida State fan for a few years (that was ok because I liked FSU also). Since becoming an adult she has been a strong Auburn fan.

Next is Teri. She has always been an Auburn fan. This really surprises me because she "belonged" to my dad who was an Alabama fan. She idolized him and everything he did. So, where did the Auburn come from? She has never wavered, but she has also liked Miami of Florida (yuck) and Notre Dame (for a Southern girl that is sacrilege). Oh, and Michigan - come on now!!

Haley, the first grandchild, was 100% Alabama until she reached the age of 3. We had a get together for the Bama/Auburn game at Teri's house that year. Haley worships her Aunt T, and her Aunt T can do no wrong. As a matter of fact, I have often called Haley, Teri and Teri, Haley. They have the same personalities and act just alike. Haley even resembles Teri as a kid ,(actually Haley has a lot of her mom and Teri in her). Anyway, at this get together, Tara and Haley got there before I did. Aunt T told Haley that saying "Roll Tide" was saying bad words. In Haley's little mind that meant she was cursing. It impressed her so much she wouldn't say it the whole day and has since that day been an Auburn fan. As a little kid, Haley would yell "War Eagle" but it came out "War Giggle". Therefore, the Auburn war cry is this house is "War Giggle" even for her Pawpaw who attended Auburn University (notice I said attended, not graduated). I should amend that and say the war cry for those "Auburn" fans.

Hannah started out a Bama fan, but has become Auburn. I think mainly because her older sister is Auburn and her Pawpaw (whom she idolizes). It may also be just to irritate her Memama.

The baby, Maddie is not old enough to make a choice yet. Her dad (Josh) is a very strong Alabama fan (it is him and me against the rest of the family). Her mom has a very strong influence on the kids in the family as noted above. As the pictures in the last blog show, when Maddie gets anything Auburn, she also gets the same thing Alabama from her Memama. Before we got her, she already had a set of Alabama and Auburn scrubs. Haven't seen her in those that I can remember. Must ask Teri about that. So, we must wait awhile longer to see who has the most influence on this one.

I have said all that to say that Haley got to see her first Aurburn game up close and personal Saturday. Her great aunt and uncle have season tickets to the Auburn games. Tara has been promising to take her ta an Auburn game for a long time. They got tickets to the homecoming game this past Saturday. Haley was beside herself and seemed to have a great time. I let her take my camera to the game. Following are some of the pictures she took (from the nosebleed section -according to her). I think she needs to get a degree in photography (she is only 9), she did a great job. This is the Auburn band in the stands (across the field from Haley).

The Auburn band on the field at half-time.

The end field opposite end of field from Haley.

Players on the field.
I am very proud of her and her abilities, but her Memama will always be a "ROLL TIDE" fan.

Busy Day

2007-11-03T21:48:00.000-05:00

It has been awhile since I blogged. Much has happened. I emailed Greg and explained to him why I haven't blogged. He said that was no excuse. Actually, I have been quite ill. Had the stomach virus 2 weeks ago. Didn't get well before I had to go back to work. I started work with brochitis. Am still on antibiotic for that and another antibiotic for another infection that does not seem to want to get well. I know a lot of my problem is stress and just plain run down. I had planned to take these 7 days off and get well - so much for plans.

Hannah got sick Wednesday (my first day off) so I took her to the doctor. She was so sick with this stomach stuff. She and I both just lay around feeling miserable. That was Halloween, so she didn't get to get out and get candy. With the stomach virus, she didn't really need candy anyway, but she didn't understand.

Thusday was spent taking Haley to the orthodontist. And Friday was the last home game for Victory Christian so we had to go to the pep rally and game because it was the last time the kids would cheer. Now how can anyone miss this?

Today, Mike and I have been putting in a closet unit, shelves and drawers in the room Tara and the girls are using. We don't know how long the kids will be living with us and we most definately needed more closet space. It was an all day job but it really looks good. Now, I need to find a place for all the stuff I took out of that room. I feel like I am moving with stuff all over the place.

The day was a good day, except Bama didn't pull it out over LSU. That really bummed me out. Speaking of BAMA, here are pictures of Maddie being non partial a couple of weeks ago when Bama won and Auburn lost to LSU.

She looks happier in the BAMA outfit!!!!!!!!!!!!

Memama is not partial!

Update on business with Hannah. We go to trial November 13th. This should end it. I can see changes in Hannah and my heart just goes out to her. She has tried so hard to be so big and she is just 4 and needs to be a baby not take on this mess. She went back to Buddy last night and we get her back next Friday and then we go to court. Please keep her, Tara and Haley in your prayers. This is taking a toll on all of us.

God bless you all and ROLL TIDE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Day of Dedication

2007-09-24T16:45:00.001-05:00

Yesterday Teri and Josh dedicated Maddie to the Lord. We went to worship with them to share in the dedication. It was a wonderful service. I got really tickled at Hannah. We were waiting for the service to start and she began asking questions about why we were there instead of "our church". I explained to her that Aunt T and Uncle Josh were dedicating Maddie to God. She said, "Have I been dedicated?" I told her no that her mom wanted her to be when she was a baby but never could get Buddy to agree to participate and she felt he should be a part of it. I told her what it meant to be dedicated and why people did. She said."I don't want to be dedicated." I told her she didn't have to be today.

When it was time for the baby dedication, the preacher began reading in Samuel about Hannah's dedication of Samuel. All our Hannah heard was "Hannah" and "dedication" she became very upset and started crying, "I don't want to be, I don't want to be." It took Mike and me a little while to calm her down and explain that the preacher wasn't talking about her. It was funny but kind of sad when you think about it.

We came back to the house after services and spent the afternoon enjoying each other and playing with Maddie. Her little personality is beginning to shine and it is so cute. Every time Mike came around she wanted to go to him but when he took her she would scream bloody murder until I got her again. We found out later that she had been to the doctor on Friday and gotten 5 injections. The doctor wore glasses and had a mustache. Even tho Maddie knew her Pawpaw's voice she confused him with the doctor. She would give him a kiss but he couldn't hold her. She has learned to clap her hands and gets so tickled at herself. She was so cute to watch and enjoy. She has most definitely been a bright spot in our lives, as have the other two grandchildren.

Update

2007-09-20T07:15:00.000-05:00

Tara called me yesterday and said Buddy's lawyer had asked for an emergency meeting with her lawyer and the judge. She requested a continuance of the trial (she has cancer). Our lawyer said "NO". He told them that Hannah needed to be placed back with Tara where she belonged all along. DHR is scheduled to have a meeting Monday with the judge for their scheduled review. So far, the evaluations have gone in favor of Tara. Lyle, our lawyer, thinks that Judge Hill will grant Tara the right to have Hannah one week and Buddy to have her the next if Delilah will move back in with Buddy (that is his older daughter who is currently living with her boyfriend). Judge Hill doesn't want Hannah with her any longer, but he hasn't had the chance to hear Tara's side of the story and he doesn't feel ready to end this thing and just give her back to Ta. As early as Monday, we may have Hannah every other week. I was hoping to have her on my weeks off but don't guess that will happen. The judge did ask Lyle if I had a problem with Buddy (he remembered the problem Buddy brought up before). Lyle told him no, that Buddy had a problem with me (imagine)!. The truth is I have a big problem with that person (I won't even call him a man because he is acting like a spoiled child). We will see how that goes.

My sternum was doing much better until we had to wrestle a 15 year old the other night. She came in after taking some pills and we were trying to put a tube down to suction the pills out and give charcoal (standard treatment). She beat the crap out of 6 adults. In the melee' she kneed me in the chest. I have been pretty sore since. Will be ok. I noticed a huge knot on my back that night when getting ready for bed. It concerned me because it had not been there before and there have been many cases of cancer in our family. I went to the doctor yesterday and he is not concerned about it. Thinks it is just a cyst that became aggravated by the struggles the night before. It is located at the scapula (shoulder blade) and the attempts to hold the girl down caused it to become inflamed. It is much smaller today and there is no pain or tenderness (as should be with cancer). Will keep a watch on it though. By the way the child broke out of 4 point restraints also(that means her hands and feet were tied with restraints to the bed, and she literally broke them). Still don't know what she was on. And I thought police work was dangerous!!

I haven't mentioned Haley much lately. She is Hannah's older sister (9 years old). She has always been a rather quite child (except around me). She doesn't have much to say about all of this but we know it is bothering her. She is generally an A student (with maybe a B here or there occasionally). She has been making "C"s lately and even one or two "F"'s. That has us concerned. We have tried to get her to talk to us but she is keeping it in. She has become at times very difficult to handle. I thought at first it was her age, but I don't think so now. She always talks to me but she won't even open up to me about all this. I am really concerned about her. I know she will be ok eventually but I wish there was something I could do now besides pray. How I wish this was over. I know God is still working and everything that has happened is in our favor but I personally am getting very tired ( I guess that could be just my age!!!).

What the ER nurse really thinks

2007-09-19T18:52:00.000-05:00

A fellow nurse gave me this list. When I read it I thought, "Who has been inside my head at work." I got a chuckle out of it. I don't know the origin but whoever came up with this must be a Registered Nurse with some experience in the emergency room. Read these and you will have an insight into my mind when I am on duty in the ER (at times).

1. Don't tell me you have abdominal pain as you eat Doritos's in my triage room.

2. If you come in to the ER by ambulance, the first thing that I will ask you is how you are getting home. No, we don't have people on staff to drive you home, and don't tell me you don't want to "bother" one of your family members at this hour. You had no problem bothering 911 for the back pain you've had for 3 months.

3. You don't get to pick your own IV site. This will irritate me and I will probably miss your IV on purpose and start your IV in the place I wanted to initially to prove a point.

4. "Butterfly" is not an IV size, this word signals me to put in a larger bore needle.

5. Nausea is not a reason to come to the ER. If you are not in severe pain, are not vomiting or pooping your pants in front of me, you go back to the waiting room.

6. How can you have the worst migraine of our life, but be able to yell at me about the wait after you just put down a magazine you were reading.

7. Don't ever say things like, "I usually get 4 milligrams of Dilaudid." Requesting your med and dosage will prompt me to squirt out half of the medication before I inject, and then lie about the dose.

8. If you are allergic to Tylenol, Toradol, and Motrin, I have already assumed that you are a drug seeker.

9. If you came to the ER having a family doctor appointment that same day, I will make sure that you are still in the department well past the time of your original appointment.

10. The louder you whine, the bigger size IV needle you get.

ll. Foley catheters cure pseudo-seizures. They also cure intoxicated people.

12. RN is not synonymous with waiter/waitress.

13. Don't fuss about missing breakfast when I'm on the ninth hour of my shift and haven't peed yet.

14. Broken toes are not an emergency. We'll make you feel stupid by putting a piece of tape there and kicking you out.

15. I am currently inventing a trap door system in triage to be triggered when you say the word "toothache."

16. If you list Haldol, Geodon, Xanax, Trazadone, and Ativan as allergies, don't tell me you have no psych history.

17. Although you've been in the ER four times this week, we cannot list the ER doctor as your family physician.

18. Don't tell me you have no money for medicine while you have a carton of cigarettes in your purse (next to your cell phone) and each of your seven children are playing their own PSP's.

19. Don't come in the RE by ambulance complaining of nausea, vomiting and diarrhea for 4 days and the first thing out of your mouth is that you are hungry and "Could I have a sandwich?"

These are just a few things that go through our minds as we deal with puny complaints. What really ticks me off is when we really have something serious come in - like a code, respiratory distress, etc (you know like a LIFE THREATENING incidence) and some drug seeker gets bent out of shape because they have to WAIT while we attempt to SAVE A LIFE!!!!!!!!!!! Then they demand to see the supervisor to report you because you haven't been attentive to them.

I just keep telling myself that, "I LOVE MY JOB, I LOVE MY JOB."

Birthdays

2007-09-11T08:40:00.000-05:00

Yesterday I celebrated my 57th birthday. Sometimes I can't believe I am that old and other times I feel as if I am twice that. I told Mike I wish I had just a day or two with no pain of any kind. That day will come in eternity.

A little history about me. I found out on my 16th birthday that I was born on my great grandmother's birthday (Grandmama Mitchell's mother). Ironically Grandmama died on my 27th birthday, almost to the minute I was born. Mama didn't even know I was born on her grandmother's birthday until my 16th when I got a card from Grandmama.

Mama always made the day special for me. She sent cards with a little history in them (her remembrances of her children's lives). She always made it a point to call (and keep calling until she actually talked to us on our birthdays). For the last two years I sure have missed those two special things on my birthday. There has been another special event that happens on my birthday and that is a call from my middle brother.

Many years ago, Greg started calling me and singing "Happy Birthday" to me in the Bill Murray way. I have expected this call every year. No matter what kind of birthday I have had, it wasn't complete until I got my call from Greg. One year he had the whole family (Jan, Jess and Josh) all singing to me. It was great.

So, today, I am sitting around (determined not to do anything - which I didn't) sort of feeling low when I got my call. This time to the tune of a funeral dirge. It was absolutely great. You can't imagine what it has been like to be the only sister of this wonderful guy. He has always had a talent to irritate the fool out of me, tease me to the point of frustration but love me always, and make me laugh in spite of , or because of myself. Mom once said that wild horses couldn't drag a secret out of me (or Greg) that we had told the other. So thanks brother for making my birthday another great day.

2007-09-10T09:23:00.001-05:00

Hannah Marie Moss

I thought you would like to see the little darling the fight is over. This is our little Hannah (Pudding to her Pawpaw). We have until the 27th and we are trying to keep our cool. The weekends are becoming a challenge. Hannah is pushing the limits. She has no rules where she stays during the week and her father has never set rules (just yelled and cussed at her and Haley). We know this will change when we finally get her.

On a happy note: Mike used to take the girls on the tractor with him into the pastures. Haley has bush hogged almost as much pasture as Mike. Nan has had that pleasure, alto she has ridden on the tractor some with Pawpaw. A few years ago a little boy was on the tractor with his dad bush hogging. The tractor hit a stump, the child was thrown from the tractor and his legs were cut off (the child did survive). This is the reason Mike doesn't take the girls into the pastures on the tractor any more.

Last weekend Mike was going to work on the pastures, Hannah asked to go. Mike told her the story above and she said, "My legs were cut off, but they grew back.) Mike asked her when did that happen, she said, "5 days ago, but I'm ok".

This week end he bought her a fishing rod and took her down to the lake to fish Sunday afternoon. He had gone to the store and bought worms, which she called "gummy worms" but "they were real". She wanted to pet them. She told Haley to pet them and Haley responded as any girl would, Oh NO!" Hannah told her, "Haley, they don't have mouths, they won't bite you!". I'm surprised she didn't want to keep them as pets.

She is so quick witted and cute and most of the time a sheer joy to be around. I can hardly wait to have her every day (until her mom finds a new place for them to live).

Labor Day

2007-09-03T12:54:00.000-05:00

I just read Greg's blog and didn't know the origin of Labor until today. Not that that has any bearing on my blog, just found it interesting.

I got curious last night at work about the holidays I have worked this year. As you know, I work 7 days on and 7 days off (technically half a year). Looking at my calender, I realized that I have worked every holiday thus far this year and will be working Thanksgiving and Christmas. The upside to this is, if nothing changes (and there are always changes at a hospital), starting next year things will swing our way. We will work the 4th of July only next year. The hospital is talking about going on 12 hour shifts in the ER. Since one of the largest hospital conglomerates now owns St. Clair, I'm sure there will be many changes in the future. I just hope the changes don't change the fact that those of us who have worked the last 7 years of holidays will have our chance to be off.

Update on the accident. I have continued to have pain in my chest. I saw one of the hospital radiologist in the hall the other night at work. I told him what had happened and that I was having more problems than I should be having with just bruising my chest. I asked him to take a look at my xrays. He graciously did and called me (I was working in the ER) and told me that my sternum was most definitely fractured. I knew it had been because the symptoms just were coinciding with the ER docs diagnosis. He said he would dictate an addendum stating that in a review of the xrays that a fracture was noted. He said the ER doc needed to write an addendum to my ER visit. I asked her to do this and I think she is having a problem with it. It confirms my opinion that she doesn't know how to read xrays unless it is something very obvious (scary huh?). Doctors are not infallible, but should be better than this at reading xrays. I will be going to my family doctor just to have a second opinion on record for the insurance purposes.

A friend at worship told me yesterday that we must be doing something right for Satan to be attacking us like this. As Mom used to say, "I wish God didn't think I could handle so much" (speaking of the scripture that God will not give us more than we can bear). I feel the same way. My body feels as if I have aged 15 years in the last couple of months. I hope to take a long vacation (at least 7 days) when this is all over. By vacation, I mean, no grandchildren and maybe no husband (he can't be still and just rest). Sounds great doesn't it?

Update

2007-08-29T12:03:00.000-05:00

Maddie and her "plane" like Daddy
Maddie's 1st birthday cake

Maddie feeding Mom some of her cake
Feeding Daddy some cake

We went to court yesterday and were expecting to have the custody of Hannah reversed to Tara. Didn't happen. Buddy has now come up with another fictitious charge against her. We now have a trial date of September 27 and 28. Full trial with witnesses, etc. We still have Hannah every weekend, so that didn't change.

I hope the DHR agencies in you areas are more efficient than here. As said before, they messed up at the beginning of this thing by giving Hannah to Buddy's daughter without any investigation. They cleared me to be Tara's supervisor when Hannah is here. They were to be getting Mike cleared so I wouldn't have to miss work on the weekends we had her and I was working. They didn't. So, two weekends ago, we spend 4 days trying to get an answer from them about Mike's clearance. A few hours before I was to pick Hannah up from school, I finally talked to a person instead of an answering machine. I was told they were still working on this. I reminded them I was working that weekend. I was basically told that if I went to work Saturday, I would have to take Hannah back to Delilah's. There was no way I was cutting Tara's weekend short with her baby. I got a couple of nurses to cover my shift and I didn't work Sat. DHR had not said a thing about Sunday, so after worship, I went to work. Mike came and picked me up to take Hannah home. On the way, a few blocks from the hospital, an 18 wheeler made a right hand turn from a left lane and into us. We were thrown into another 18 wheeler headon. My car was totaled. Tara and I sustained some injuries, but are basically ok. The kids and Mike were upset but ok.

Now, we are dealing with this farce of a court case, a national trucking firm that wants to shaft me, and an injury that will take about 6 weeks to heal (and the aggravation of it). As they used to say on Hee-Haw, if it weren't for bad luck, I'd have no luck at all.

On a good note: we celebrated Maddie's 1st birthday. A FROG party. Pictures say it all. Maddie is beginning to talk. She says Da-da, Ma-ma, Bye-bye and will throw kisses and the cutest of all (that I haven't captured yet) raising her hand in praise.

More later - got to go to work!

A Death being a Blessing

2007-08-15T11:14:00.000-05:00

My Mom always said my dad's death was the catalyst that sent me into nursing. I did not understand the disease Dad had. The nurses at the hospital tried to explain it to us. They gave us information to read. I looked up things on the Internet and at the library. What I found stated that the type cancer dad had was generally one that elderly black men had. I couldn't understand why my dad at 59 had this. I told Mom at his bedside that I was going to change my major to nursing. We had always had a nurse in the family (my grandmother's baby sister, and Mom's sister) both deceased. The only other nurse was Betty (mentioned previously). She and my brother were divorced. I felt, with Mom getting older and the children in the family, that there needed to be a medical person in the family.

I changed my major to nursing and spent 3 more years in college. The total amount of time spent in college, I could have been a doctor. Actually once, mom asked me why I didn't get my doctorate and have a higher degree than Greg and join the armed forces and outrank Alan. It was tempting to outrank Alan so he would have to salute me. I have never been one to obey strict rules, so I didn't think I would make it in the service (besides, I had tw0 teens at home).

Mom wrote a poem and gave it to me the day I graduated from college with my BSN. I would like to share it:

The day did finally arrive,
And, believe it or not,
You're still alive!
We're all here to share with you
A goal accomplished, a dream come true.

You've scaled a high mountain
Avoiding a fall,
Though at times you wondered
"Is it really worth it all?"

Hours of study were oh! so long;
Stress enough to break the strong.
But you, my daughter, had the will to succeed,
And today is proof indeed.

Ironically, Dad's illness was your inspiration,
And today we all shared in your graduation.
With pride and joy and even a few tears,
We wish you success through the coming years.

May God bless you every step of the way,
As you bring to your patients a brighter day,
A smile, a hug, an understanding ear.
AN ANGEL OF MERCY - that's you, my dear.

Love and congratulations, Mom

I don't know if I have brought my patients a brighter day but I have been rewarded by my patients. I had a man and his wife stop me in the hall a few weeks back. He said, "You were my nurse when I was in the emergency room and it was you who saved my life." I didn't remember him at first (imagine the numbers of people that come through the ER and try to remember them all). As they were talking I did remember him. He was having chest pain and as I was preparing some medicine to give him, he went chalky-grey and drenching wet, and his blood pressure bottomed out. I yelled for the doctor to get in the room immediately (actually my words were "NOW"). I flipped him into trendelenburg (head down and feet up - helps with the blood pressure), turned his fluids up. He was having an acute MI (heart attack). We got him stabilized and out the door to a facility with a cath lab.

This past Sunday, a man came up to me in church and hugged me thanking me. I asked what for. He said for being there for him and his family when his mother-in-law was brought into the ER. I told him he was welcome - just doing my job. He said, "No you do more than your job." These affirmations and the help Mom says I was to her make the long hours at work and the grueling hours in college all worthwhile. I feel and have always felt to be a nurse had to be a calling from God and I for one, am so glad He called me, even if it was Dad's death that initiated the need in my heart to become a nurse. There are times when we nurses feel totally unappreciated and at times abused. So it is a great feeling when some appreciation comes our way. But, even if it never came, I would still choose to be a nurse!

My Dad

2007-08-14T10:48:00.000-05:00

August 14th was Dad's birthday. If he had lived, he would be 80 today. He has been gone since 1989. One would think that time would heal the missing. It has dulled it some but I don't think it will ever go away.

I was the only girl of 4 children. You would think I would have been the daddy's girl. I wasn't. The pride of his eye was the baby, Rex. Dad was a hard person to get to know. I don't remember my dad until I was in the second grade. We moved from Sheffield, Al to Meridian, Miss. We weren't there long until Dad took a job in Florida. So, we had to finish the school year before we could join him there. At that time it was Alan, me and Greg.

The next 6 1/2 years Dad was around most of the time. He was in construction and his jobs took him out of town a lot. When I was in the 9th grade, Dad moved to Montgomery, Al. We followed that summer. We stayed there until Rex was in the 8th grade (I think). Mom and Dad moved to the Birmingham area (actually Springville, Al.) I moved to the Trussville area shortly after. We moved to Springville shortly after I found out I was expecting Tara. We had many wonderful times while living there. I think that is when mine and Dad's relationship actually started blossoming. I know it grew after the birth of Teri. She was Dad's baby from the very start (they adored each other). We all moved to north Alabama when the girls were in early elementary. I moved back to the Birmingham area a year later with my family but Mom and Dad remained in north Ala.

Dad had a bad back for as long as I can remember. He had degenerative disc disease. He had been told he should have back surgery but he refused. I can remember, when I was in high school, he would come home and the boys would take his legs, Mom and me his shoulders and pull on him to get his back straight enough and free of pain enough for him to get to sleep and to the chiropractor the next day. So, when he started having severe pain in his back to the point he could barely move, he thought it was just a worsening of what he had dealt with for many years.

I'll never forget the day I got a call from Mom telling me she and Dad were at Rex's. Dad was in severe pain and she had brought him down in hopes that some of Betty's (Rex's ex-wife) connections at Brookwood Hospital would help find out what was wrong (I had not gone to college at the time to become an RN). Betty was the lead surgical nurse for Dr. Swede, a well know neuro surgeon. She got Dad in to see him. Dad was referred to an orthopedic surgeon. It was Dr. Bryant who discovered the cancer (multiple myeloma - a cancer of the plasma of the blood). Dad lived 2 years after the diagnosis. We think he had a fear of this and that's the reason he wouldn't go to a doctor before this. There is no cure for this type of cancer and the prognosis is generally 5-7 years. We suspect Dad had it about 5 years total.

It was actually during the last 2 years of Dad's life that our relationship matured. Dad would come by the house on his way to Atlanta on Sunday afternoon and sometimes on Friday evenings on his way home to Sheffield. It wasn't necessarily to see me. It was to see Teri. Mom told me after Dad's death that he had said he stopped by to see Teri because an hour with her was better than any pain pill he could take. For anyone who has spent time with Teri, you know exactly why she was so good for Dad. One can't be around her for any length of time with laughing. She has one of the cutest personalities.

I was in college working on a teaching degree. I got a call from Mom one day that she and Dad were at Brookwood to see the oncologist if I wanted to come over to visit. I will NEVER forget that day. I got there just as they were taking Dad to the exam room. I had not seen Dad for awhile. He was thin and "old" looking and in a wheelchair. My big strong dad in a wheelchair. That in itself was almost too much to take. Dr. Hankins came in and told dad that he needed to be put in the hospital for pain control with IV morphine. Mom was in the room but Dad turned to me, grabbed me around the waist, laid his head on my chest and cried like a baby. I had never seen or heard my dad cry. It broke my heart. It took mom and me both to convince him to be admitted to the hospital. He knew if he went in, he would not come out alive and he didn't. He spent 5 weeks in the hospital before he passed away. I went over every day and we had many discussions about many things.

There have been times that my eldest brother and Greg have mentioned they wish they had gotten to know Dad more intimately. I had just a short time to develop a relationship with him but I am so thankful for the short time. Dad was always special to me even as a little girl when I didn't even know him. Mom says I kept a picture of him by my bed (I took it from her - it's the one on my mantel now).

So Happy Birthday Daddy. I don't think I will ever completely stop missing you.

Love always, Cisy

A Great Weekend

2007-08-13T12:10:00.000-05:00

I did get Hannah Friday, no problems encountered. We had a wonderful weekend. Nan's birthday is this Saturday, but I have to work, so we celebrated this weekend. I made her cake (it was to be Cinderella) she was looking through my cake pans and decided she wanted a horse. I baked the cake and thought she had gone to bed. The cake had just cooled enough for me to take it out of the pan and start decorating it (around 10 PM) when I heard little feet coming toward the kitchen. Hannah popped in and said, "I'm ready to decorate my cake." We iced, and decorated her cake. She would dip her knife into the icing, take a lick and spread on the cake. Then she took sprinkles and put them all over the cake. She had a sheet of letters and numbers for spelling out "Happy Birthday" and she put ALL of them all over the cake. I had bought her a "4" birthday candle. That was put on the cake along with a box of 24 colored candles. When she got through, she said, "That's enough, I'm done. Isn't it pretty?". She was so proud of her cake. We had family over after worship, ate dinner, had birthday cake and homemade ice cream (pink) and played in the pool. Hannah had a great time and didn't want to go back to Delilah's.

We got to keep Nan until Sunday evening. We all took her back and that was the hardest thing I've had to do so far. It tore Tara up for Delilah to come out to the car and get Nan as if she were her child and she had just been with us for a weekend visit. To let Hannah go back broke Tara's heart. Just a little while longer and all this will be over.

On a lighter note, as a grandmother, I did my job. I started a tradition when Hannah was born. On each birthday, so the other child didn't get their feelings hurt, I would get the other grandchild a gift or two. Now I have 3. So on Hannah's birthday (or at least the day we celebrated), she was the star and got the most gifts. The other two got gifts also. In two weeks we will celebrate Maddie's 1st birthday. She will be the star, but the other two get gifts also. This will end as they get older. It is about time for it to stop for Haley anyway, she is already 9.

I want to thank all of you for your continued support and prayers. We have felt them through the working of God. We will never be able to thank you enough for keeping us before His throne. We love you all.

Update and PRAISING GOD

2007-08-10T10:20:00.000-05:00

I have seen God working in all of the events in mine and my daughters lives over the past couple of months. Again, I heard a song about Abraham's faith and his giving Isaac. It got to me and I begged God to not require Hannah of us (this was a while back). I realize now His answer was, Yes I will require her of you and then you can watch Me bring her back to you. I can see this test of faith bringing Tara and me much closer to God. The peace I got after examining myself (after the last blog) has been wonderful. I still get aggravated at some things Buddy continues to do especially when it directly affects Tara or Hannah (that's the she-tiger in me).
I am praying for control over that (especially the feelings that I wish Buddy would just die).

Tara and Buddy had a meeting with DHR this past Tuesday. Tara asked her lawyer to attend. It was a very profitable meeting for Tara, even tho Buddy showed his true colors. Given enough time and rope he will succeed in hanging himself. The outcome, we get Hannah EVERY weekend. Right now, I am the only one who has been approved to pick Hannah up from school on Friday. We get to keep her until after worship Sunday night. I asked Tara to make sure DHR let Delilah know that we get Hannah even if she is sick! Guess what! Today Tara gets a call from Delilah and Hannah didn't go to school. Our first weekend to get her and they are trying to keep her from us. Tara has a call in to her lawyer, but DHR has said we get her regardless. So I will go over there, if I have to and get her. DHR said it won't be too much longer that we have to abide by these ridiculous rules.

Tara got a notification yesterday that she has another court hearing August 27th. We are not sure what this is about. Maybe the judge wants to find out how things have been going. I hope Tara's lawyer lets him know that since he (the judge) ordered DHR into this matter that Tara has only gotten to see Hannah once, while Buddy has seen her every day. I hope this really ticks the judge off and he gives Hannah to us. The date for the trial is set for October 29th. Maybe the judge will change this also.

At any rate, God is in control of it all and we will wait on Him and all will be accomplished in such a way that Buddy will be finished. PRAISE GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Talking the talk, not walking the walk

2007-08-03T12:04:00.000-05:00

I have heard that expression all my life in connection with ones walk with God. Basically ignored it as a kid. Didn't do either most of my adult life. I have tried to talk and walk in the will of God my last few years. Lately, I find myself talking but not walking.

The stress of the last couple of months has gotten to me. In my deepest being, I know God is in complete con troll of the situation (the custody of Hannah, her safety, etc). As a mother who is watching her daughter suffer and a grandmother who is desperately missing her grandchild, I have acted as if I have no faith in that control. I have let Satan - through Buddy - get to me. My language, anger and frustration have not been that of a Christian who is trusting in her Lord. Why we do that? I think in my whole life I have known 2 or 3 people who don't act that way. One is my sister-in-law, Janice England and the other was my grandmother Mitchell. Even my mom, with her deep faith and trust in God, let things get to her to the point I find myself today. I have had to ask forgiveness of God and Mike (my husband). Bless him, he has born the brunt of my frustration and aggravation.

I was talking to Teri earlier and I told her I didn't want to be the "Achan" of our family with my actions. I sure don't want doubt, lack of faith, whatever, to be the cause of this thing being dragged on longer. I feel I am the one being tested and I lost that test yesterday. I have said many a prayer since then for forgiveness and more strength, patience (maybe that is what I should NOT ask for) and better control of my tongue.

I talked with the lawyer this morning and was told this is going to seem to be a very long and drawn out matter and could, and probably will, get much nastier before it is over (mainly because of Buddy's actions). I ask for continued prayers on Tara, Haley and Hannah's behalf.

Remembering

2007-08-02T09:53:00.000-05:00

August 2, 1924 Muriel Stuart Mitchell was born. She was better known as "Hitty" to her brothers and sisters, "Muz" to her grandchildren and Mama to her kids. Today she would have been 83. It is really hard to believe she has been gone two years.

Mama was my best friend in the truest sense of the word. She was there for me even when I pushed her away. She quietly waited for me to come back as she prayed her heart out. This wasn't for me only. She was there like this for all 4 of us kids and our mates, all her greats and grands and anyone who was her friend or who just needed her. She gave so much of herself and felt at times that it was not enough or was totally unappreciated. She considered herself totally useless at times (don't we all) and without any talents. She had imagination, artistic talent. She could sew anything, even making her own patterns at times. She had taken cake decorating classes once when we lived in Montgomery and got really good at it. She loved to experiment with recipes. I think that was one of the things she missed most when Dad passed away. She used to tell me, "I am so glad you came to see me, I have a new recipe I want to try." Most of them were pretty good. When I wasn't available, she would try them out on her church family. If they were good, she would admit she had brought it.

Mom loved to laugh, to sing, to be with her family. She was happiest when her kids were all together and laughing at each other (mostly the boys laughing or making fun of me). She was the foundation that held the family together, such as it was. She made me promise to keep the family together after she died. I tried for awhile, but that is hard to do when no one responds to the attempts. Sorry Mom.

I just wanted to say "Happy Birthday" Mama and I sure do miss you. Can hardly wait to be with you again. Cis

The Lighter Side

2007-08-01T08:10:00.000-05:00

I try to wash a load of clothes every day or so to keep ahead of the dirty clothes. I sometimes put these in before I go to work. Tara takes them out and puts them in the dryer when she gets home.

I had a lot of washing to do a few weeks back when the camper was invaded by ants. After spraying the camper, I took all the bedding and bath things into the house to wash (I had to spray everywhere - it was infested with the little black ants). I put a load of blankets in the wash that day. Ta took them out and a mouse dropped on her clothes on the top of the dryer. She screamed, realized it was dead and then had to get the nerve to get rid of it. A few days after that, I was cleaning and washing clothes. I took the clothes out of the washer and a lizard was in the washer and it was ALIVE. I threw a pair of Mike's pants in the wash and turned it on. I guess I thought if it was squished it could go all over his pants. It did kill the little creature and Mike had to get his pants and it out of the washer (I did rewash his pants!). This week, I was washing clothes and there was a "stick" on the agitator. I lifted it off to throw it away and it began to move. It got thrown to the floor and stepped on (it was a worm).

I have just about come to the conclusion that it might be better of someone else does the laundry!!!!!!!!!!!!

2007-07-31T21:24:00.000-05:00

Isn't it wonderful to see God work? I got a call this evening from my Aunt Lea (Mama's sister in Albuquerque). I haven't seen my aunt or spoken to her since Mom's death two years ago. She called to pray with me over the situation with Tara. She is going through a similar situation with her grand daughter. It meant a lot to me for her to call and good to talk to her again.

I was cleaning house today and listening to music (I can't seem to get anything done without music). I had on a variety of worship music. One caught my attention that I don't remember hearing before and it seemed so appropriate for our situation. The name of the song is "God will Make This Trial a Blessing."

"I've just come into a valley one like I've never been before.
I keep searching for a way out, seems like padlocks are on the doors.
Oh, there must be another sunrise, another sunset that I'll see.
God will make this trial a blessing, that's the love he has for me.

CHORUS

God will make this trial a blessing, though it sends me to my knees.
Though my tears flow like a river, yet in Him there's sweet release.
There's no need to get discouraged, there's no need to talk defeat.
God will make this trial a blessing and the whole wide world will see.

I was not the first one to come into this place.
You see every child of God this test he must face.
It is here that God will mold you and make you what you ought to be.
God will make this trial a blessing just be patient, you will see.

Now I'm standing on the mountain, looking back I can see.
When I was in that lowest valley His strong hand was leading me.
Oh, it's good to see the sunshine and to taste sweet victory.
God had made this trial a blessing. Oh, the grace He gives to me.

I know we are not on the mountain top yet, but I firmly believe with all my heart that we will be, all of us including Hannah. God will have this victory.

2007-07-30T13:22:00.001-05:00

As a dear blog friend pointed out, it has been a long time since last blog. Much has happened in that time.

We arrived safely back in the states (otherwise I wouldn't be writing this). Maddie became an official American citizen at customs in Chicago. A long wait but very short process. Then a long run to meet out plane to Atlanta. The flight back was longer and more tiring than the one over. Teri and Josh so wanted to "TAKE CARE" of the baby back. At one point, Teri handed Maddie to me and said, "Mom, here, PLEASE make IT hush." Everyone was tired, cramped and Maddie wouldn't sleep. I finally got her to take a 3 hour nap at the back of the plane. The steward was very sweet to let me sit in his seat so as not to disturb her. Since then, our little Maddie has grown and is more beautiful every day. She knows her Mama (said by sticking her tongue out and drawn out - what do you expect, we are from the south!), her DaDa and her Memama. She growls at her Aunt Ta (like a bear) and grunts at her Pawpaw. She gets tickled at herself when she sneezes - absolutely the cutest thing. Teri had her pictures made at the Botanical gardens in Birmingham the other day. She is going to email me some so I will get them up for you. We continue to be amazed by her and it is hard to believe at times that we have only had her 2 months, instead of all her life.

On another front, my eldest is going through a very nasty divorce and custody battle for our little Hannah (she will be 4 August 18th). Her father took her about 7 weeks ago and it has been an uphill battle since. Not only is he addicted to drugs, he is very controlling, vindictive, and manipulative. I didn't really realize how bad things were for Tara until she called me crying one night around 2am. I went the next night and got the girls. Tara came to the house two nights later and hasn't gone back. She and Haley are with Mike and me. Buddy got Hannah and refused to let her come back. He has since filed for divorce (which he says is MY fault because I offered sanctuary to my daughter) and sole custody of Hannah. The courts granted the custody pending a hearing based on lies he has told his lawyer about Tara and me.

As you can imagine, we were ripped to the core when this all began. We have turned it over to God and even though we can't understand why certain things are happening, we continue to believe that God is in control and all will end well. Tara has gotten to see Nan and each time her heart is ripped out because Hannah begs to come home with her.

I ask that you join with us in asking God's continued protection on Hannah and on His continued control of the situation. Also, that He will continue to give us strength and hope to await the end of this. We know He has won because I firmly believe Buddy (Hannah's dad) is being used by Satan and that is who we are in battle with.

Thanks in advance for your support and much love to you all.

Pictures from China

2007-05-17T23:43:00.001-05:00

Macy with Chinese family
First step in making Cloisonne
Concubine room at the Forbidden City
Marble sculpture

As promised here are some more pictures from China. As usual, I am backwards. The blog started with the 3rd or 4th blog in this series. So just start reading until you come to a blog you have already read.

The pretty little blond in the first picture is the daughter (and new big sister) of one of our group adopting. Her name is Macy and she is 4 years. The second day in Beijing, we went to the Forbidden City. As we walked into the square, Macy was completely surrounded by Chinese people wanting their pictures taken with her. They were holding her, touching her, basically scareing her to death. Our guide intervened. In China, a fair skinned, blond child (girl) is considered an angel and they want to touch her for good luck. After a while Macy was a trooper about it. After a couple of days she would even pose. Now toward the end of our stay she is completely tired of it.

The second picture is the beginning of the making of a cloisonne plate. The process is completely fascinating. The end product absolutely beautiful.

Next pic is of one of thousands of the Emperor's concubine's room. He visited the concubine only once then she was a prisoner in the Forbidden City for the rest of her life. The last pic is of a marble sculpture in the Forbidden City. It is at least 15-20 feet long. Breath taking.

There more pictures to follow.

2007-05-17T23:18:00.001-05:00

Statue of the 5 Rams
Jade carving of horses
Jade carving of chickens
Jade carving of a ship
Maddie on the "Red couch"

The first picture is of the statue of the 5 rams. The city of Guangzhou has two nicknames, one is the city of flowers because there are flowers blooming year round (even in the winter). The other is the city of the 5 rams. This comes from a legend. There was a farmer who couldn't pay the governor (land owner) the grain due because of a sever draught. The farmer was taken by soldiers and the farmers son was told his father would die if the boy could not pay the amount due by the next day. The boy cried so loud that night that the 5 immortals heard him and came down riding the 5 rams. The rams each had a grain of wheat in their mouths. The immortals told the boy to plant the seeds and the next day there would be enough to pay the governor. The boy wasn't sure this would happen but he planted the seeds and did all the immortals told him to do. The next day there was an abundant harvest. He took what was demanded to the governor. The governor in turn thought the boy had stolen the grain. The boy told him what had happened. The governor being greedy wanted the 5 rams and sent soldiers out to capture them. The soldiers swords were broken because the rams had turned to stone. Therefore, the monument. Also since that time this area has been blessed with rainfall and growth.

The carvings of the chickens and horses are of jade and show the different shades of jade. They are for sale, if anyone is interested. Around 800,000 yuan (approximately 100,000 US dollars). The jade ship is also carved from one piece of jade. It is very large, at least 9 feet high. Can you even imagine the size of the jade from which this was carved?

The last picture is of Maddie on the "Red Couch". This is also a tradition for the Chinese. The babies who are adopted have their pictures taken on the red couch and is supposed to bring the baby and their family good luck.

More pics

2007-05-17T22:59:00.000-05:00

Wooden carved ship with gold
Ancient water gathering apparatus

Old rickshaw Silk hand embroidered room divider
A panel of the room divider

These pictures were taken at a museum we visited. The rickshaws now are pulled by guys on bicycles. The carving (even the very old ones) are so intricate.

Keep going.

Pictures

2007-05-17T22:24:00.000-05:00

Main Bridge on the Pearl River (night view)
Swimming with Daddy (first time experience)
Country side around the village where Maddie was born
The beds the babies sleep in (in the orphanage)
The tree outside the hospital where our Maddie was found

As promised pictures from the past couple of days. We were told the country side around Guangdong was beautiful although the town was very dirty. Teri, Josh, Shirley and I did not take the trip to the orphanage. I don't think I could have taken that. The tree above is where our little Maddie was placed just a few hours after her birth. It is just outside the gate to the local hospital. She was found by some hospital workers and taken into the hospital. Maddie was lucky, most of the places the other babies were found were very dirty (down right filthy according to those who went on the trip).

The babies sleep in the beds just as you see them. No sheets, or cushoning. To keep themselves occupied, they rub their heads back and forth on these boards they sleep on. As a result the back of the heads and side of the heads are rubbed almost bald. Fortunately, hair is growing back in these spots. Some of these babies have flat areas on their heads but as they grow that should fill out. We were very fortunate in this group of parents. We have a retired Orthopedic surgeon, 2 pediatric RNs and me (emergency RN). Some groups don't have any one with them with medical knowledge. See how awesome God works!!!

This will be it until I get home. Have a great weekend.

One more thing to do

2007-05-17T06:38:00.000-05:00

Tomorrow (Friday) the kids will take Maddie to the American Embassy and take an oath to take care of Maddie and all the official "stuff" will be done. It has been educational, fun and exciting being here. But, I am so ready to come home. Everyone in our group feels the same way. Many friendships have been forged and I look forward to keeping in touch with this "family" that has formed. It will be interesting to see how the kids grow, what their interest develop into, how the older brothers and sisters at home take to this new little addition the their families.

I never thought I would ever say this but, I am ALL SHOPPED OUT! It took me two weeks and much money but I think I have finally reached my limit. But hey, it has been a once in a lifetime trip and I have certainly made the best of it. I have started packing for the return trip home Saturday. My suitcases are full of gifts and little to NO room for my clothes. I will find a way to get all this home.

This is it for the night. We will not be going to the embassy until tomorrow afternoon so, I will blog for the last time from China in the AM (which will be PM to you). I will post more pictures at that time of some of the places we have seen over the last two days. I know I said I would do that tonight, but once again I am worn out.

One note before I go. Keep little Maddie in your prayers. She is having a very difficult time using the bathroom. She is very constipated and it is causing Teri and Josh some frustration. She tries so hard and just screams trying to go. I am hoping when we get home and she gets into a regular routine this will solve itself. Until then the little pumpkin is having a hard time of it as are her parents.

More tomorrow.

Counting Down

2007-05-16T08:09:00.000-05:00

It is Wednesday night and I am dog tired. Have walked around for about 4-5 hours. Great exercise but it does tire one out. I was called to Teri's room and another couples room tonight. Both babies have a small case of ringworm. I was called to look at another baby yesterday and she had ringworm also. I got really curious as to why these babies are breaking out now. They have been with their parents for a week today and it seems another baby breaks out with this fungus each day.

I looked this up tonight on the computer. It seems the incubation period is 4 to 10 days after exposure. Then the rash starts. It is very contagious. It would seem that the kids were exposed to this in the orphanage and are breaking out now. Maddie had two little spots on her and the other baby had one. Both are being treated, so hopefully their case won't become as bad as the little girl I spoke of yesterday.

We have two more days here. We leave Guangzhou Saturday morning around 8:45. Go to Hong Kong and leave there headed for the States around 12:30. It will be a 15 hour flight coming back. We will fly into Chicago and have a 4 hour layover there, then on in to Atlanta where the place will be packed with family and friends to welcome us back. Ok, they are not really there to welcome us back, they will be there to see Maddie. Once again I can hardly wait to be home again.

Will post pics tomorrow of a few places we went today. I am too tired to look for my camera right. So until tomorrow - good night.

Another hurdle accomplished

2007-05-15T07:58:00.000-05:00

Just one more thing accomplished in the process of getting on the way home with our little Maddie. Teri and Josh, and the group, took their babies to the "Physical Examination" office today. They were warned by the Chinese guide that has been with us throughout this process, that there would be alot of crying. Teri said all the babies screamed. It was very noisy. No shots were given. This was basically a checkup to see if the children were healthy enough to be released to go to the US.

Only one family had a brief glitch. One of the children has a small case of ringworm. It is being treated with Tinactin and the rash is fading. But, the doctor that examined the baby was concerned and the parents were concerned that the baby would not be allowed to leave. The guide showed up about that time and told the doctor that the baby was being treated and the rash was healing. She seemed to be satisfied with whatever the guide told her and signed the paper to let the baby leave.

Our baby passed with flying colors. The only problem Teri and Josh have had, Maddie has had some constipation. I think that is beginning to change as of today. She sure has had a tummy ache the last few days. Would you believe some of the babies (all the same age) are using the potty. The Chinese potty train their children very early. One of our guides is married with a little boy. He was being held over the potty at 3 weeks of age and trained by the time he was 3-4 months old. Does that mean we in the States are lazy or slackards?

The children already have their passports and visas. The last step is the meeting at the American Consulate. The babies will receive their American citizenships then. I hope I will be allowed to be there for that. I have heard that only the parents go. I hope that is not so. I haven't had the chance to ask one of the guides yet.

We have our plane tickets already and I think all of us are ready to get home and continue with out lives. The new parents are ready to get their babies home and into a routine. I know I am ready to get back to my little piece of clean air and quiet. I am also ready to get back to a place where most people are considerate( for the most part). I know it is their culture but to me these are the rudest people I have ever seen. They give no ground. You are the one who has to step aside. They will practically run over you and each other. Women to some extent are still considered below men. The men don't hold doors, step aside and let women on the elevators first, or off first, or hold the elevator doors to keep them from slamming into someone attempting to get on the elevator. Totally strange to this Southern born and bred girl.

Just 3 more days and 4 nights and we will be in the air and on the way home. Continue to keep us in your prayers. Will update on the progress.

Modeling New Clothes

2007-05-13T01:36:00.000-05:00

Our little watermelon
Faith Elizabeth and Maddie
Two "sisters" forever
"Aren't we just the cutest?"

We went shopping today. I know this is hard for you to believe but I did more looking than shopping (for once). But, we are going back there tomorrow so I will shop then. I have gifts to buy for family and friends. It is just a matter of deciding what to buy for whom. I have seen so many things I would really like to have. Getting this all home is going to be a challenge. God is in control and Teri is helping me stay in control. I can't even begin to describe so many beautiful things we have seen here.

For instance, at the Cloisonne Factory, we saw paintings that were not really paintings. They were intricate embroidery. Totally amazing. Wish I could afford some of them. Very expensive and since I know how to embroider (absolutely NOTHING like this though) and the time it takes, I am simply blown away by the talent in this land.

For instance, today we saw painting done by the side of a hand. I couldn't believe what I was witnessing. No brushes, just the side of the hand. Paintings with leaves, birds rocks, anything you can imagine. Completely unbelievable.

I did buy the baby a few outfits. The pictures are of her and one of her little Chinese sisters (they came from the same orphanage and are just a few days apart in age). Her name is Faith Elizabeth and I have been adopted by her and her parents (Steve and Jodie) as her Memama also. They are from the state of New York.

We will be going to a museum tomorrow and then MORE SHOPPING!!!!!!!! Until next time.

For all the Moms out there 'HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY'.

Legally Ours

2007-05-11T03:30:00.000-05:00

Scooting on floor and laughing
Talking to Mommy
Laughing at Mommy
Laughing at Mommy blowing bubbles
Happy Baby

Yesterday we went to another government agency where Teri and Josh had two interviews and at the end of the interviews the official told them that now Maddie is their child. This afternoon they went to the agency where they applied for the baby's passport. They also have to get the baby's visa to go to the American Consulate to become an American citizen. So many legalities but so very worth every minute.

Maddie knows who her Daddy and Mama are. She is cooing, laughing, eating ok (bottle milk). Teri tried to feed her some cereal but she didn't like that too much. She is most definitely a happy child. She is also the prettiest of all the babies and that is not just a proud grandmother speaking. She truly is the pretties. Her Chinese name is Zi Juan which means Zi=purple and Juan=the pretty girl. So her name fits.

Tonight we go on a dinner cruise on the Pearl River. I'm ready for a relaxing dinner. We have been looking for places to eat that are not Chinese. We have found a Mexican and Italian Restaurants that we have been told are pretty good. The old faithfuls like McDonald's and KFC have different tasting foods than we are used to in the States. So far the best food we have had was from a place called Danny's Bagel. We ordered Chicken Parmesan over spaghetti the other night and it was delicious. I guess tonight will be Chinese but tomorrow I think we will try the Mexican.

Still having loads of fun, enjoying the kids and their baby. I have been adopted by another couple and their baby's Memama (they are from New York). The newest pictures I have are of the baby laughing at her Mama blowing bubbles.

More to follow.

Gottcha Day

2007-05-09T17:56:00.000-05:00

Hey Mom, see what I can do
First Bath, "My thumb sure is good"
I'm not a proud Memama!!!!!!!!!!!!
OK, I am!!!
The Joshua Cardwell Family

Keep going, I had to post x 3 to get the pictures in and I still didn't get them all posted.

Gottcha Day

2007-05-09T17:48:00.000-05:00

Adoring Daddy
Daddy's Sugar is best
Mommy and me (I can take my thumb out!)
First bath (takes two)
Getting ready for bed

More pics follow keep going

Gottcha Day

2007-05-09T17:38:00.000-05:00

Teri, Josh and Maddie
Maddie loves her new "bankey"
Our Beautiful new Baby
Hi Mommy
My Prince came and got me!!!

The day for which we have waited finally arrived yesturday (Wed. May 9th at almost 5PM). It is now Thurs here in the AM. We FINALLY got our little Maddie. She is so beautiful and a thumbsucker (like her Aunt Tata). She took her thumb out of her mouth long enough to stick her tongue out a few times. It was a very emotional time for all of us. I couldn't stop crying, my baby getting her baby. A dream come true. The picures tell our story of yesturday. Enjoy.

Labor has begun

2007-05-08T22:44:00.000-05:00

Teri seeing the updated picture of Maddie on the Adoption paper. Adoption Group

(L) Josh signing Adoption papers, (above) updated pic of Maddie on Adoption papers; Teri sigining Adoption papers

Teri and Josh have spent this morning (Wed. May the 9th) signing the official adoption papers, promise to care for Maddie and other forms required by the adoption process. The group had jokingly called this the beginning of labor pains. The birth is a little over 4 hours from now (4pm - it's almost 12 noon here).

Will blog again tonight with pics of Maddie and her parents meeting for the first time.

Just a few hours

2007-05-08T10:22:00.000-05:00

The Emperor's Summer Palace
Chinese Acrobats
An Oyster at the Pearl Factory (see the pearls?)
A carved piece of Jade and the Jade Factory
The Emperor's Marble boat at the Summer Palace

We are now in Guangzhou (spelled it wrong before). It is 11:30PM Tuesday May the 8th. We will be getting Maddie around 4PM tomorrow. I am tired but can't seem to settle down to sleep. I know I must, I am sharing a room with Josh's(my son-in-law, not Greg's son, my nephew) mother and she doesn't believe in sleeping late (past 5AM) nor does she believe in being quite when she gets up.

This is a short blog so I can try to settle down and get some sleep. I will try to blog in the AM with more pics of our trip so far and most definitely tomorrow evening with pics of our little Maddie. By the way her Chinese name is Zi Juan and "The pretty girl".

Trip to China

2007-05-07T20:35:00.000-05:00

Josh & T with guard at the Great Wall
The Great Wall of China
Me, Josh & T at the Great Wall
Aquatic Center for the 2008 Olympics in Beijing
Ice glaciers at North Pole (pic from plane)

Here we are blog family. We flew from Atlanta (Thurs AM May 3rd) to Dulles Airport in Washington D.C. Left Dulles around 12:30 to China. Arrived in Beijing, China Friday May 4th around 2:30PM. It was about a 14 hour trip. I didn't get much sleep on the way over. The seats were very uncomfortable and my back kept tensing. Made the trip ok though.

It is now Tuesday morning May the 8th around 9:40. So far we have been to Tian'anmen Square, the Forbidden City, an old section of China called Hutong (where we ate in a family home that is over 200 years old). We have visited the Pearl Factory and the Jade Factory (that's where all my money has gone). Yesterday we walked some of the Great Wall. We have also seen the Emperor's Summer Palace.

We are learning a lot from our Chinese guides. We have learned much about their beliefs (or lack of them). Brief history lessons on their dynasty, currency, folk lore, etc. Just enough to make me want to learn more. We have eaten enough real Chinese food to last me a life time and we still have 1 and 1/2 weeks to go.

We go to Guangzhou today. This is the province Maddie is from. We will get Maddie tomorrow. We are so excited and the closer it gets the more emotional we become. My baby will be getting her baby tomorrow. What a special time. I am so glad the Lord worked it out so I could be here with her. Will defiantly post pics of OUR BABY!!!!

More pics to follow later today when we get to Guanzhou.

One week to go

2007-04-25T12:11:00.000-05:00

One week from tonight and we will be in Atlanta, unable to sleep in the anticipation of boarding the plane the next morning for our trip to CHINA. All of us are so excited we can hardly stand it. I told Teri today that I am so discombobulated that I can't seem to get anything done. I start work today for the 7 on. I haven't gotten anything together for the trip. No worries, when next Wednesday gets here and it is time to leave for Atlanta, I will be all together and ready to go. It seems like it has taken forever and then it seems just a short while ago all this started.

There is only one glitch so far, we had hoped to have Maddie on Monday and now it seems we will not get her until Wednesday (2weeks from today). Something about the orphanage bringing her to us instead of us going there. Anyway, Teri will still have her for Mother's Day. I have a surprise for her. In digging for something in Mom's jewelry, I found a mother's baby bracelet. I am going to give it to Teri on her first Mother's Day from her Muz. This was a day that Mama had looked forward to since Teri was a little girl. Her only regret on her death bed was that she would not be here to see Teri get Maddie.

Since Greg's teachings about heaven, my beliefs have changed as to what happens after death. But, for this one thing, I am going to say Mom is in heaven and will see the joy of Teri and Josh getting their baby. We have said all along Dad was up there picking out the children for Tara and Teri. The only thing I think he goofed on was giving Haley (little Teri) to Tara. Not really! She is the spitting image of her Aunt T in personality and actions. He most definitely did NOT goof in giving Hannah to Tara - carbon copy in looks and deeds!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Sorry Ta but she is.

Don't know if we will be taking a computer with us on the trip. If we do, I will send emails to Greg and he said he would post for me. I hope we do, I think it would be interesting to let ya'll know the experience second hand.

Until next time, God be with you all.

Attacked by Satan

2007-04-10T09:26:00.000-05:00

Everything has been going so well with the adoption of our little Maddie, that Satan just had to rear his ugly head. The other day Teri and I had a huge misunderstanding (all is well now) and it almost cost me the fellowship of a daughter (and a trip to China).

We had been discussing Maddie's first birthday. Teri had mentioned she might like to have a party at the farm (Maddie will be one on August 20th). I had called her to let her know the Saturdays I would be off in August. The info I gave her was misinterpreted because of the words I used to let her know these dates. Hannah also has a birthday in August and I needed a Saturday for each of their birthdays and it came out as if I were planning the parties (which is not what I had intended). The misunderstanding was blown way out of proportion and many hurtful things were said on both sides.

Thank goodness for a level headed son (Josh). He heard both sides and became the peace maker and let Teri and me see that this was the work of Satan. Everything about this adoption process has been directed by God (just the way all of it has fallen into place). Now Satan was trying to take the joy, peace and love out of it. We are fine now and all excited about the trip. This just shows how Satan can take a beautiful situation and turn it very ugly while he sits back and laughs at us and we make fools of ourselves and hurt others (and our selves) in the process.

By the way, we got final word from the adoption agency yesterday. We will be flying to China May 3rd and coming back May 19th. We have to stay 2 extra days because of our appointment with the American Consul. Teri will have her Maddie for Mother's Day.

Thank you all for your prayers during this long process. Please continue to pray for God's protection over us.

2007-03-27T11:38:00.000-05:00

Some of the schools in Alabama had their spring break last week. I kept the "grands" Wed - Sun. We had a great time. We shopped, and played until I was worn out. We went to Desoto Caverns two days. They have many great activities for kids there. We panned for gems, got lost in the maze (Haley was our leader), raced "potty cars" (will have to get those pictures downloaded), played golf (mostly the balls went in the water). It was so much fun. I broke a toe on the potty racer. The first thing I did was run into the fence (that thing goes faster than you think). Of course, Haley didn't have any problems with it. Hannah was a demon in the "Lighting McQeen" racers. We had so much fun the first day, we went back for a second day with the Pawpaw. Haley thought he was a party pooper. She told me Pawpaw just doesn't like to have fun like Memama. I told her Memama will never grow up when it comes to playing with the babies. The body may be getting older but the mind doesn't want to accept that.

We had one setback during the time together. The girls wanted to stay in the camper. We got it all cleaned up and were settled in to sleep the second day they were here. They fell asleep watching a movie but I couldn't settle down. I kept hearing a beeping and saw a flashing green light. Mike had told me the green light was a monitor for the gas. I thought the beeping was warning me that there was a gas leak. So at 11:30 at night I pulled the car up to the camper, woke the children and took us back to the house. I was so afraid something would happen. When Mike got home for the weekend, he checked it out and said it was a smoke alarm that needed a battery replaced. So, except for the fact that we didn't get to stay in the camper, we had a great time.

A quick update on the trip to china----Teri got a call from the adoption agency yesterday and they seem to think we will be going April 26-May 10. This could change but this is their best guess at this time. She sent our passports out today to get our visas to travel. Time is getting shorter, so keep us in your prayers.

Update

2007-03-15T11:10:00.000-05:00

The time is getting closer. Teri called me yesturday and I will be meeting with her this weekend to sign some travel paperwork required for our visas. I have calmed down just a little, but still very excited.

Another Hannah story, ya'll get used to this because when "Gummybear", better known as "Peanut" to Greg, gets here most of his blogs for awhile will be about what the little stinker did last.

We were in worship last Sunday. Hannah scoots over to me and says, "Lauren is looking and smiling at me." I said that's ok, she likes you and you like her. She said, "I know, I just wasn't prepared for it."

When alter prayer came, she went down with me. She leaned over before we started praying and said, "You need to pray for Butch, Rattie, and Tom (her dog and 2 cats)." I didn't ask why I just started praying. She leaned over and said, "are you praying for Rattie?" I whispered yes and she closed her eyes and started her prayer asking God to take care of her daddy, etc. Don't know why Rattie needed prayer unless it was for protection from HER. I couldn't keep my mind on my prayer for listening to hers, which brought a tear to my eyes. She will go down by herself to pray and if there is no room up front, she just lays down in the aisle and says her prayer. I've never seen anything like this one. I hope she will always love God this deeply.

Update

2007-03-11T00:28:00.000-06:00

I just realized that I have been gone over a month. A lot has happened in that month. The most important news is that we have a picture of out precious Maddie. Teri called me last Wednesday as I was driving to work and told me she had gotten the call from the adoption agency and they had just recieved the package from China that we have been waiting for. The paperwork offering Maddie to us, a picture of her and information about her. I sucked my breath in so sharpely that I got choked. Then I started crying like a baby. The agency overnighted the package to Teri and Josh. They had to fill out paper accepting Maddie and their child and overnight them back. She had copies of the pictures made and came to the hospital to bring me a copy. These are not the best pictures of her but she is a doll. We have waited 2 years for this little bundle of joy. She was born August 20 and will be 8 months old when we go to china to get her. Keep us in your prayers. I told Teri she had the longest pregnancy on record.

Other news, Tara, Haley and Hannah are doing well. I went to see a neurologist a few weeks ago about the nerve twitching in my face. He didn't think it was focal siezures. Seemed to think something was irritating the nerve. Had a MRI/MRA done and got the results last week. Nothing there - Mike said he could have told them that and saved that money. This past Wed, I awoke hoping to get my house cleaned and start on the tax stuff for income tax. Had a good nights sleep but when I raised my head, I felt "strange". Then I attempted to sit up. I couldn't, I kept falling backward and to the right. No way could I walk for almost an hour. I finally made it to the restroom and back to bed with great difficulty. Called Mike and asked him to come home and take me to the ER. They did a CT and determined there was nothing there. It took me three days to get over that. I spoke with Greg earlier this evening and told him I only ran into the door facings twice today and both times were when I had bent over to pick something up. It seems to me something is going on since there are a number of symptoms and no real reason for these things to be happening. I go back to the neurologist this next Wed.

On a lighter note, Tara is trying to potty train Hannah. She decided to let her wear panties and let her feel the wet panties. (She was in pull ups and was just too busy to stop and go to the bathroom). We had her a few days after this started. I had changed her 3 times and told her if she wet her pants again she was going to wear wet pants. She came into me a few minutes later and told me she had had an "accident". I told her she would wear those wet pants until we got ready to go home that evening. She said ,"Ok, but will you change a poopy." Just can't get the best of her.

That's the update for now. With the time change it is now 2AM so I will go and get ready for bed. Hope you all have a great weekend (or what is left of it). Love to all.

Quick update

2007-01-31T11:51:00.000-06:00

Just a quick update before getting ready for work. I didn't take Cheyenne to the vet for a treatment for heartworms. She is still having diharrea and was put on an antibiotic Monday. Vet said we have to get the cleared first. He also said she could possibly live a normal life w/o treatment but it was a chance just like the treatment. So, I have a little more time to decide what to do. She seems to be doing much better. Her appetite has picked up and her energy level is getting almost back to normal.

The teen outing was postponed due to temperatures. I think it was because the adults coming didn't want to be out in the cold (16 degrees). The kids would have been ok. Anyway, after being up for 30 something hours getting ready for them and working, they didn't come. But we had the grands so our weekend was still a very busy one.

2007-01-26T15:23:00.000-06:00

I am totally and completely exhausted. Have you ever been so tired you can't go to sleep or rest? I find myself in that state today. I got up yesterday at 7AM to clean my house and get ready for the 27 teens who were to descend on my house at 4 this afternoon. Around 2PM yesterday, I got a call from the Nurse Manager of ICU. She begged me to come work 7p to 7a last night/this morning. I didn't have the heart to tell her no, (especially after she told me I would be getting bonus pay - $5 an hour over my base pay and the shift diff.).

By the time I finished cleaning the living room (which is where I was when she called), and fixed us some dinner, I didn't have time to take a nap before going in. So, I worked 7p to 7a this morning. We stayed pretty busy, so I didn't get too tired until around 5AM. When I got off work, I had to go by Tara's to get the grand kids clothes (they are spending the weekend with us). They wanted me to take them to school. So, I did. Got home fell onto the bed, clothes and all and tried to sleep. Tossed and turned for awhile and decided to get up. Took a shower, changed clothes and have just finished cleaning the house (it is 3:30). Sitting here, waiting for Mike to get home with the kids, will go to the store and grab a few things. Get ready for the teens and will probably crash big time just in the middle of everyone having a great time.

They won't really care as long as I get up in the morning and make the homemade biscuits they were promised. Hope you day wasn't as hectic and we ALL get some rest this weekend. See ya Monday.

Tough decisions

2007-01-25T09:29:00.000-06:00

My favorite dog has always been a border collie. I think they are the prettiest dogs in the world and most of the time one of the smartest. I have now owned 3. The first was the prettiest of the 3 (altho #3 is just as pretty). Zach was the first. He was so sweet and loveable. He was registered and the perfect border in coloring and temperment. Unfortunately, he was killed down on the highway. He had followed Mike down to get the mail and jumped after a squirrel and was hit. That liked to have killed me.

Then there was Dakota. I was so torn up over Zach's death that Mike found me another border. He came from a Championship line from way back. His father was an international champion. He was a spotted border, looked more like an Austrialian sheperd to me than a border collie. Mike payed more for him than he was worth. He was absolutely the dumbest dog I have ever seen. He was also hit on the highway. I wasn't as upset about that, altho I don't like to see any pet die that way. I did not miss him the way I missed Zach.

I decided that was enough for me. I couldn't take having any more pets as long as we lived near a busy highway. Mike heard of a young couple that had border pups for sale. I didn't want to go see them (I'm a sucker for a baby of any kind - except the reptile families). We were going somewhere and he started going the opposite direction and when asked where he was going, he said,"I want to show you something." I didn't know he had already gone and seen the puppies. We got over there and these kids had about 5 puppies left. The runt of the litter came right to me and she looked almost just like Zach. She is of course much smaller but she has turned into the most loving dog I have ever owned. She was easy to train (except for wanting to jump on you to be petted). She is truly my dog. She stays right at my side. I decided she was not going to stay outside. I couldn't handle having something happen to her. Most of the time she has been inside.

Last Spring a guy at work brought some puppies to the hospital and within 45 minutes all of them were gone. Like I said, I am a sucker for babies, so I took one. She is a beautiful dog. Half Chocolate Lab and Shorthaired something (can't remember what). We kept her inside as a pup for awhile. She would not train to potty outside. I put her in the pen out back when the weather got warm. I let Cheyenne (my border) out one morning and when I called her to come back in, she didn't come. I panicked. I called and looked for her everywhere. She had somehow gotten into the pen with the puppy. I left her there while I went to work. The next morning, I took her out, cleaned her up and put her back in the house. Well, she kept getting into the pen with the pup. So, I decided to leave her there.

Last Friday when I got home from work (about midnight), I was greeted by both dogs. I opened the door to set my things in the house and both of them scooted into the house (nasty from being in the pen). I called Cheyenne and she came to me but Boots would not and kept looking like she wanted to squat and poop on the floor. In the commotion, Mike awoke and helped me get them out and back into the pen. The next morning they were out again. So, I brought Cheyenne in and cleaned her up to stay in the house. Mike took her to the vet Monday to be checked out and get her rabies vaccine.

Here in lies the decision - which in essence has already been made. The vet told us she has heart worms. Any one who has owned a dog or cat knows, heart worms will kill your pet. The problem is, the treatment can also kill them. They treat with a chemo type medicine that kills the heart worms and it generally takes two (very expensive) treatments and could take 3. The dog has to stay very still for 2-3 days after the treatment because the dead worms could break free kind of like a blood clot and go to the dog's lungs and kill it. Cheyenne didn't cost that much to buy but she has come to mean so much more to me. I would not be able to watch her slowly die from the compression of her heart by the worms but I am also afraid of the treatment. She will get her first treatment this coming Monday. Keep us in mind and I will let you know how she does.

One note - Hannah was here when I cleaned Cheyenne up Saturday and she "helped". Kept telling Cheyenne what a good dog she was. After getting her bathed and dryed, I told Hannah we needed to take her outside to pee. She said she wanted to hold the lead ( I helped). She took the lead and told the dog to "giddy up" to go outside.

Prayer

2007-01-24T14:58:00.000-06:00

I read Greg's post about prayer and it touched a chord with me. When we say grace and Hannah is with us, she always says the prayer. It is not your normal "GOd is great" prayer of a 3 year old. She takes her time and prays for everything. One time she was saying the prayer and said,"and God, please take care of Jesus." I got tickled but then I thought how sweet.

Last Sunday morning at the alter time, she asked if she could go pray. I told her to go ahead. She walked into the aisle and then asked me to go with her. We went to the alter and knelt down to pray. I said a prayer and she said hers. She got through before me and got up and went back to her seat. After service, someone asked why I let her do that. I told them I would never stand between her and God. She is learning to talk to him with the innocence of her age and I pray she will always talk to him out of a heart of innocence and trust. To hear her pray makes me ashamed of some of the prayers I have said.

Hunting with Pawpaw

2007-01-22T10:47:00.000-06:00

5 years ago Mike started a tradition with our grandchildren (even though we only had one then). When Haley was 3 years old she wanted to go hunting with her Pawpaw. We took her to the store and bought her hunting clothes, shoes, and cap. She told her Pawpaw that she needed black sunglasses so the snakes couldn't see her. Then she proceeded to walk into the woods with her Pawpaw the hunt. That first year he taught her how to be quiet in the woods and watch for deer. They stayed out for about 2 hours. When she got tired, she asked if she could lay down in his lap. They came back with Pawpaw in hog heaven.

When she was 5 years old, she got a BB gun for Christmas. She went hunting with her new gun and learned gun safety and how to shoot. Pawpaw had to put her a "sling" on it so it would be like his gun. She has been out with her Pawpaw at least once since she was 3. This has been their special time. This year they were practicing shooting. She shot through the center of a can at 15 feet with her BB gun. We have the can to keep.

This year started a new tradition. After his time with Haley, it was time to go out with Hannah (now 3). She got upset because she couldn't take Haley's gun but we explained to her that Haley didn't get to take a gun until she was 5. That helped settle her. She said she was going to be hunting for Cheeta's, and goats. She took her "camonica" (hamonica) so she could call the "cheeta's" to her. They were out about 20 minutes. Pawpaw said she had enough and wanted to come back. She chattered the whole time they were out. Mike said he didn't know if he was going to be able to teach her to hunt. I told him it wasn't about hunting, it was about spending time with her Pawpaw and sharing the outdoors. So, let her talk and take her "camonica" with her. He's building memories with her.

A few thoughts for 2007

2007-01-19T10:38:00.000-06:00

These are not mine - just borrowed.

Good health is merely the slowest possible rate at which one can die.

Health nuts are going to feel stupid some day, lying in a hospital dying of nothing.

All of us could take a lesson from the weather. It pays no attention to criticism.

In the 60's people took acid to make the world weird. Now the world is weird and people take Prozac to make them normal.

We know exactly where one cow with Mad-cow-disease is located among millions and millions of cows in America. But, we haven't got a clue as to where thousands of illegal immigrants and terrorists are located. Maybe we should put the Department of Agriculture in charge of immigrations.

A 3 year old who weighs over 100lbs

2007-01-16T16:52:00.000-06:00

We kept the children Monday as school was closed for Martin Luther King day. Hannah came into the bathroom as I was attempting to do something with my hair. She pulled out the scales (which she calls a clock) to see how much she weighs. She stood on the edge and said, "I weigh 30lbs." She then proceeded to weigh different parts of her body. She sat on the scales to weigh her bottom "20lbs", she got a little irritated when she couldn't get just her little finger to weigh (which eventually she said weighed "15lbs"). Next came her elbow, one foot, a hand etc. She then bent over and put her head on the scale and said, "Memama, how much does my head weigh?" When she was through she wanted to know how much did "all of me weigh?"

She is the most fascinating child I have ever had the joy (and frustration) of loving and observing. A friend at church says we are going to have an exorcism (spelling?) on her 13th birthday. We have to be careful where we sit on Sundays, she is too much entertainment for some. She doesn't have to say a word to have you in stitches. I am so glad God decided this little handful was to be a part of our family.

2007-01-12T17:53:00.000-06:00

Saw MD today. Will have to see a neurologist about the face thing. My doc took the nodule off the top of my head (now the kids can't call me a knot head). Everthing else seemed to be ok. Not much else going on, so this is one of those meaningless blogs. Have a great weekend.

2007-01-11T21:41:00.000-06:00

Greg would say my priorities are in the wrong place but I just haven't had the time (or energy) to do much blogging lately. I have all good intentions but just wear down before I include that in my daily doings. It is almost the middle of January and I still have a house that looks like Santa spewed Christmas all over it. I hope to get this put up and out of the way by tomorrow evening and then my house CLEANED by Saturday.

I spent today with Mike. He had to take a mobile lab back to Decatur and I asked if I could ride with him. He took me by Mom and Dad's grave site. I haven't been back there since we laid Mom to rest. It was emotional for me, but I was glad I went there.

I have a doctor's appointment tomorrow morning. I am continuing to have seizures of the facial nerve and I learned recently that these types of seizures can lead to generalized seizures. So, I'm going to see if there is something that can be done before it progresses to that point. The seizures have gotten to the point it looks like the left side of my face is trying to jump off.

Will let ya know sometime tomorrow what the doctor says. Maybe tomorrow night.

New Baby

2007-01-05T11:06:00.000-06:00

Mike and I became great grandparents yesturday at 4:30PM. We are not old enough to be great grandparents (actually we are - but our children aren't old enough to be grandparents). Our daughter, Tara and son Buddy (her husband) became grandparents yesturday. Buddy's son and daughter-in-law (our step grandchildren) became parents. We have an 8lb 5oz, 21 inches long little boy named James Peyton Moss. I haven't seen him yet, will be on the way to the hospital in just a bit, but hear he is beautiful. I really wish I could have been there yesturday, if only to see Hannah's reaction to becoming an aunt. Tara said she was beside herself. I had told her and Haley that as an aunt they have the priviledge of spanking Peyton when he misbehaves. Maybe I shouldn't have let Hannah in on that tidbit of info. We will have to watch her like a hawk to make sure she doesn't "spank" him while he is little. You never know how that one takes things.

On the other baby we have been anxiously awaiting, we are still awaiting placement. We are hoping the baby will be placed with Teri and Josh sometime this month. If not this month then we will be into March - as the chinese government suspends things in the month of Feb. Even if they are placed in Jan, if flight plans are not made rapidly, it will still be March before they can fly over there. Keep the prayers going.

Otherwise, we are all fine and doing in the new year what we did in the old - WORKING. See ya later.

Christmas is finally over

2006-12-31T10:33:00.000-06:00

We had Christmas yesturday with the family and it was wonderful. We ate (Taco salad) opened gifts (got some great things) and played games and laughed the rest of the afternoon. I told Greg that it felt like it used to at Mom's and Dad's when we all used to come home and have a good time with them and each other. It was a great day. The only drawback was Haley was a little under the weather.

I was really looking forward to going to worship this morning and we got up to a torrential downpour. I decided that with me just about well, Hannah with a stuffy nose and Haley with the stomach virus that being out in this weather was not such a good idea. So we are at home and going to de-Christmas the house (as Judy puts it).

Looking forward to a wonderful beginning to the new year. We may have a new addition before this day is out. Tara called us and Jenny (our step grandaughter is have contractions 8 minutes apart). We are waiting to hear further news.

Hope all of you have a great New Years and don't forget to eat your pork, blackeyed peas and greens (that is as southern as it gets).

Catch up

2006-12-28T09:46:00.000-06:00

Hope all of you had a great Christmas. I haven't had mine yet. We are getting with the kids this Saturday for our Christmas. When people asked at work if Santa had been good to me, I had to answer, "I don't know." We were extremely busy in the ER this past 7 days. The flu and strep are running rampant in this area of the country. Children's Hospital in Birmingham had 8 children on respirators due to the severity of the flu. Many are developing pneumonia from the respiratory infections. And this is just the beginning of the flu season. I, was sent home from work last Wed with a 103 temp. I am still battling the upper respiratory part of it but do feel I may eventually get well. I was out for 1 and a half shifts but then had to work over every day when I went back so I think I made up for most of the time I was out. I told the powers that be that I would NOT be available to be called back in, 1. I had not had Christmas
2. I was going to try and get some rest and GET WELL
3. I had worked MY holidays (Thanksgiving and Christmas) and I wasn't interested in working someone else's New Years just because they got drunk the night before.

Family update: We have all had a bout of this respiratory junk. I think we are all.hopefully, on the mend. Mike went hunting this morning and was out about 15 minutes when he came back all out of breath - he had just shot and killed the buck he has been tracking for the past 3 years. A 12 point. He is so proud and I will give in and let him have this one mounted. Don't know where we are going to hang it but I will find a place.

The grands are doing well. They are currently playing with my keyboard and dancing around the room. The newest on Hannah - she told her Pawpaw she was going to go shopping and what did he want her to get him for Christmas. He said he just wanted his family to be healthy and happy. After a little thought, she said, I don't think I can get that at Walmart, what else do you want? If you can't get it at Walmart, you don't need it.

The latest news on Maddie (the Chinklett), Teri thinks they will be placed in January. We had hoped to have her by Christmas, but placement is about on time with the adoption timeline of the Chinese government of 15 months. January will be 15 months since their papers were submitted. Keep them in you prayers.

That's about it from Talladega. Sorry I haven't blogged but just haven't had the time or the energy of late to do much of anything. Will try to keep up with it better in the new year.

Love ya all.

Welcome to December

2006-12-01T02:09:00.000-06:00

I have slept most of the day (Thursday) due to a touch of the flu. I was supposed to go to work but didn't make it as I had been up since 4 not doing too well. Anyway, since I have slept most of the day, now I am wide awake so, I'm sitting here as the month of December begins. We have had spring weather for the past week and now the wind is howling, tornados are in the area and it is pouring down rain. The temperature is to be in the 20's in the AM. I hope Mike got everything winter proofed before he left for out of town. If not, I guess I will find out when things start springing leaks.

Our house had two bedrooms added onto the original structure by the people we bought the farm from. The guy was cheap, so the construction left a lot to be desired. We have had a problem with the room we call Mom's having a leak in the roof. I think Mike finally got it fixed about 2 years ago. Now we have a leak in the other bedroom. There is so much work to be done around this place and no time to get it done. Isn't that kind of like life itself?

2006-11-29T13:14:00.000-06:00

Thanks to all for the "insights". Some of them really helped. Thanks also for the online references you gave me this AM, Greg. Enjoyed the phone call.
Greg, you don't have to read this as I have already told you this story.

I spent Thanksgiving morning with Tara and family. She decided to decorate her tree, so we (the babies and I) helped. After the excitement of that (an 8 and 3 year old decorating - you can just imagine), I tried to just sit back and relax a few minutes before going on duty at the ER. Hannah was standing in front of me and suddenly threw herself on the floor, face down, arms and legs spread. She turned her head to me and said,"I'm Deed(pronounced like deed)." I said,"What?" She said, "I'm deed." and put her head back down. I got on the floor beside her and said Hannah, can you hear me, are you ok. She just lay there. I turned her over and proceded to pretend to give her CPR. After a few minutes of blowing in her face and tickling her chest, I said, "I think she has a pulse." She raised her head and said, "I'm alive." She got up and got her sister in a strangle hold around the neck and threw her to the floor and said, "Memama, Haley's deed."
Kids, they sure can bring laughter into our lives just when we need it most.

2006-11-27T10:50:00.000-06:00

I have almost finished my 7 on and it feels like we have worked 7 days of weekend (the holidays and all). It has been a booger in the ER.

Now, I have a question. I know only 3 people read this site, but I would really like some insight to this. I have been reading in Ezekiel (on my way through the Bible) and was reading where the angel was measuring the temple to be rebuilt. In chapter 43, it talks about the glory of God coming back to the temple through the east gateway. I went back to when the glory of God left the temple and it went out the east gate and stood over the Mt. Then the N.T. talks of the star being seen in the East, the wisemen coming from the east, Christ will appear in the east. Seems to be some major importance placed on the east and I was just wondering why. What is the significance of the EAST.
So, if the preacher, the elder and friend who read this site have any input, I would greatly appreciate it.

Thanks - hope your holidays were enjoyable.

2006-11-15T19:59:00.000-06:00

I managed to get through my first week back at work. It wore me out, but I made it. It was actually good to be back. The first night I felt I was moving in slow motion but my speed picked up by the end of our 7 days. I am now attempting to get my house cleaned for a family blowout this Saturday.
For those who are not in the KNOW: this Saturday is the most important weekend of the whole year the ALABAMA/auburn game. My gang is coming to the house for a very loud competition (hopefully to remain friendly). Game starts at 2PM, so some maybe able to hear the yelling of the "War Eagle" and the "ROLL TIDE ROLL" as far away as California.
We are also combining this with our family Thanksgiving (as I will be working Thanksgiving). We will have our dinner before the game, so we can be truly thankful for all family members.
I will be extremely busy over the next couple of days, so am signing off until next Monday. Thanks for dropping by.
Oh and ROLL TIDE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

2006-11-09T09:45:00.000-06:00

Everyone seemed to be really happy on my return to work. The ER wasn't really that busy last night. It could have been because I had only two rooms assigned to me (the cardiac rooms - which at times can be very hectic). I got the report on the only patient I had (this was at 3:00). About 10 minutes later this patient was out of bed in the hall cursing her mother like a sailor and then bolted out of the ER and the hospital. We had to call the police (as they brought her in). I looked around and told a fellow worker, "I've been here for 15 minutes, the only patient I had has bolted, the world is still in orbit, God is in control, I am back in the ED."
The police found the patient and brought her back to the ED. It then took 3 large police to hold her down and 3 of us to put her in restraints. She was given some sedating meds and 30 minutes later, when most people would have been zonked, she got out of 4 point leather restraints. Fortunately for me, I heard the buckles and went to see what she was trying to do and a police detective just happened to be walking into the ED at the same time and we together got her back on the bed and restrained. It took another 30 minutes for the meds to kick in. So that is how my first night back to work went.
Some changes had taken place in the ED, nothing major. It was sure good to get back to work. I felt I was a little slower than I should have been. My pace should pick back up. I didn't feel really tired when my shift was over but I must have been because I slept until 9:45 this AM. I never sleep that late. My back was a little tight, but not hurting when I got home - thank goodness.
I probably will not blog again until next week, unless I get out of bed at an earlier hour tomorrow morning, as I have a few things I need to attend to that will take my time. I know that there should not be anything more important than blogging, but there are people in this world that just don't feel that was and they are called creditors.

And it continues

2006-11-07T17:48:00.000-06:00

Yesterday is extended into today. I got up early to cast my vote in the local elections. Went by Waites Tire (the place I called for help yesterday). The owner was there and I told her I was somewhat upset about yesterday. I told her the story and she couldn't apologize enough. She had left the shop yesterday to pick her husband up from the hospital and had left her 20 year old granddaughter to man the phones for her. She said had she been there, she would have brought the compressor to me to air the tire to get me to the shop. She was very upset at her granddaughter for at least not going into the shop area and asking someone who works there if they could help me. She gave me her number and her cell number for if I have problems again. I did buy a new tire from her.
Then, I had an appointment with a CPA who was to help me fill out a form that the IRS is requiring me to fill out on Mom's estate. I met with him and learned this should have been done last year and another one will need to be done next year. Also, I should not have opened an account for the estate of ..... since at Mom's death her properties had already been transferred into the boys and my names. Therefore, at her death the only estate she had was a checking account that was non-interest bearing so all of this could have been avoided, if I had know what I was doing. I had also been told that a 1099 had to be prepared for each of us from the monies that has been dispersed from the insurance received after her death. Today I learned that I don't have to do that as the insurance came to us as the beneficiaries. I was told I needed to close the estate account and open another in just our names. I called the youngest brother, since his schedule is the most flexible and the next to the youngest lives too far away, and asked if he could meet me sometime before the end of the year to take care of this account business. He dropped what he was doing and came to Talladega to help me out. I really appreciated that (I got lunch out of it also).
Got home after 2PM. He came to the house because I had boxed up some of the black amethyst for his Tara and Valerie (also his). We had a great visit and Bible discussion. Rex, like me, had no idea the hassle executing an estate could be. He realized today that he is the executor of 4 wills. He asked me who he had made so mad that we had all made him the executor of our wills. I told him if we really wanted to tick him off we would all die around the same time and really throw him into a tailspin. Actually, I plan to change mine to be the girls now that they are both married and settled. I think together, they can deal with it. Once again, God came through to help me get through another very trying day.
I go back to work tomorrow. I won't blog until I get home from work (around midnight my time) to let you know how the day went.

2006-11-06T15:26:00.000-06:00

UPDATE: Went to surgeon this AM. Good report. He stated I'm healing well. I still have lower back pain that has been worse this past week. He said that it was partly from the weather (cold and damp) this past week. He told me I would continue to heal over the next 9 months but I have healed to the point that I could not do anything to harm my back (he doesn't know me very well does he?). The best part of the office visit, he is going to let me start taking anti-inflammatory meds again (that is the only med that helps my back pain). The second best part - I get to go back to work Wednesday. I went by the hospital on my way home to let them know, they are almost as relieved as I am. I am actually looking forward to going back to work and feeling productive again.
After leaving the hospital, my day really began. I had planned to come home, clean house, sew a little, walk and a few other things. I went by the pharmacy to get my Rx filled. Came out, started to drive off and noticed my car driving badly. Pulled across the street to an Auto Zone. Got out to check - What? I'm a girl. I did notice I had a flat tire - on the ground flat. I called a tire center just 3 blocks away and asked if they could send someone up to change my tire. The girl said, "No, we don't do that." I told her I had just spent $600 on tires a few months ago at her business and they couldn't send someone just 3 blocks to help. They will no longer get my business - which with a farm, large truck, tractor, horse trailer, etc = many tires. I went into Auto Zone to see if they could help me. The man behind the counter asked if I had Triple A. I had gotten so upset by that time, I had forgotten about them. Besides, I was hoping someone there could help me. No such thing as being neighborly friendly.
I go back to the car and it takes me 10 minutes to find the Triple A card. I call and get an operator who obviously doesn't understand me. She had to ask her questions 2-3 times each, plus she is talking with a mouth full of mush. After a 20 minute conversation, she finally tells me she has contacted a service and they are sending a man to help me.
Here I am waiting in a rapidly warming car, nothing to eat, been gone from home since 6 AM and it is now after 12. I am told the help will be there in approximately 45 minutes to an hour. 2 hours later, no help. Another person calls from Triple A to see if I have had assistance. When told no, she stated she would check on it and call me back. I hang up and the phone rings. It's the "help" wanting to know directions to where I am, if he comes Highway 21. I ask him from which direction is he coming, that will let me know what to tell him. We finally get that straight, but I am so worked up by now, I forgot to ask where he was, which would have given me an idea of how much longer I had to wait. Turned out the whole ordeal lasted about 3 and a half hours. Took the tire to a service station for repair and it had a piece of metal in it. Still have to buy a new tire real soon. Needless to say the things I had planned to do today will not get done.
Oh, I forgot. On top of all of this, I got a message that the roof to Mom's house has a leak in it. Now why could that have not happened while I had all day, any day to go take care of it. No, it has to happen now as I am about to go back to work. So tonight, I have to go digging through Mom's papers and find the paperwork when she had the roof replaced. Then contact the insurance agent and I don't know what else.
Tomorrow, there is voting for local elections, including govenor. Going to a CPA to get some IRS papers filled out on Mom's estate (I tried doing them but there are 48 pages of instructions to 2 sheets that need to be filled out - decided it wasn't worth it, I'll pay to have it done). The good news just keeps piling up.
I decided that the only good that came out of today, besides getting to go back to work was I got a blog out of it. After all Greg says that's what a day is all about, whether or not you can blog about it. Guess I had a great day from that prospective.

2006-11-03T08:32:00.000-06:00

I am nursing my first cold/sinus infection of the year. It started last weekend, and guess I started it off by being in the attic. I tried to doctor myself and finally had to give in yesterday and go to the doctor. Got two prescriptions and come home and went to bed. I had planned to get my house cleaned but just didn't feel like doing anything (achey and cold). Feel better this morning, still have sore throat and running nose but must be some better (other than it being freezing cold here, I don't have that can't get warm cold today). Got up this morning and saw Mom looking back at me in the mirror. It still amazes me that the older I get the more I look just like her.
Guess I will get busy and get this house cleaned before Mike gets home from N. Alabama. Still have the leak under the sink but will put a bucket under there and carry on. As Mom said to me once,"Guess I'll go clean the dustmite crap off the furniture - after all they are little animals." Small incentive to keep the furniture free of dust when you think about it.
Have a great weekend. We have Teri's first baby shower tomorrow and I will give her all your love. She and Josh really appreciate your prayers concerning the adoption of their baby girl (our little "Chinklett" as Josh E. calls her). We are hoping the Chinese government will place our little girl with them this month so they can go get her in December. On another note, I go back to the doctor Monday and am prayerfully hoping he will release me to go back to work Wed. the 8th. Will not have time to blog until I get back from the doc Monday AM. Will let you know what the verdict is. I would also like to thank all of you for your prayers for me during this L-O-N-G recuperation process.

The dreaded pets are back

2006-11-02T07:24:00.000-06:00

We have had a problem the last 5 years or so with ladybugs. These are actually Japanese beatles imported by the government. There is no way to kill them(by poison), they stink and they sting (or bite). They generally swarm in the spring. I did not have a problem with them this past spring and thought they had finally disappeared from around here. I was preparing to leave for worship yesterday afternoon, walked out of the house and was attacked by a swarm of my dreaded pets (as Mike calls them). Got home from worship and had little dead bodies all over the dining room and kitchen. I guess my reprieve is over. I have to clean the window sills in Mom's room, the living room and the kitchen every day. At times, it is a twice a day wiping or vacuuming of the sills. I know that every creature God created has a purpose, just can't figure out what the purpose is from some of his creations, especially these little buggers. We have tried insecticides and called the county agency for suggestions. I don't understand why no spray will affect them but they can swarm into the house, fly around awhile and then leave their little dead bodies all over the place. If you step on them they leave yellow spots that won't come up, so we don't try to kill them that way. They also attack you, literally, and bite leaving welts that itch.
I wish the government would leave the plants and bugs in their native countries (like these things, kudzu, etc.). It has never worked when they bring things over to take care of a problem here and probably never will. Never knew why they imported the kudzu.

2006-11-01T08:17:00.000-06:00

Apollogies for the misspelled words yesterday. Greg was so sweet to let me know about them (the spell check wasn't working again). If it doesn't work today, ignore them!!!
After blogging yesterday an ache set in to my back and hips. Not sure if it was due to the weather or the fact I had been in the attic the past day and a half pulling down 7 boxes of black amythest glass and what nots of Mom's that I decided to clean up and display. My allergies also started acting up (constant running nose and sneezing continually). That was probably activated by the dust in the attic and unwrapping all that old newspaper around the glass. I had only one unanticipated find. Mom and Dad collected salt and pepper shakers in their travels. I remember her displaying them all over the kitchen. At one time I think she had over 100 sets from all over. I remember her telling me she thought all of them(along with some other treasured items) were lost when they shipped some boxes to Texas on their planned move out there. I found about 10 sets and cleaned them up. Two of them are special to me. One was a tiny white china set that had belonged to Grandmama Mitchell(I know Mom promised that set to you Greg). The other was of Aunt Jemima and Uncly Remus (and she did NOT promise them to you). Got all my finds washed and put away.
Good thing I got that done because this morning we had a gieser in the kitchen. I fixed coffee for Mike this morning and when he came into the kitchen he noticed a puddle on the floor in front of the sink. On investigation, he found the tubing to the sprayer had a hole in it. He disconnected it and turned the water on and it sprayed gieser fashion into the air. Reminded me of something Greg would do. His comment, "I guess we can't do that." This gives me a good excuse to delay cleaning the house until he gets that fixed this evening when he gets home. I think this probable happened to force me to the sewing machine to work on some things I need to get finished before Saturday for Teri's baby shower. As the good book says, "All things work together....."! (I KNOW that is taken out of context, no comment necessary GREG).

Spell check is not working. Please forgive the misspelled words.

17 YEARS

2006-10-31T06:48:00.000-06:00

Seventeen years ago today we laid our dad to rest. It was a very cold, rainy, dreary day. It was a relief and also an extreamly sad day. Dad had been sick with cancer for two years (diagnosed). We think he had cancer for about 5 years but dealt with the pain until he couldn't take it any more and went to a doctor. He acturally thought he had ruptured a disc in his back. It turned out to be multiple myeloma (a cancer of the plasma of the blood - very rare in the white population 17 years ago).
Dad was in the hospital the last 5 weeks of his life. I was driving a special ed school bus and going to college back then. Mom called me as I finished my morning route and told me she and dad were at the doctors office if I wanted to come to spend a little time with them. I had not seen Dad for about 3-4 weeks. I was shocked when I saw him. Dad had always been a robust man. He was tall, nice looking and a very proud man. Now he was in a wheelchair, thin and pale. When Dr. Hankins came in, he asked me to step out of the room. Dad requested I stay, that bothered me a little. The doctor told Dad that he needed to be admitted to the hospital, that his pain could no longer be controled on an out-patient basis. Dad said he didn't want that, but the doc insisted and left the room for Mom and Dad to discuss this. I was standing closest to Dad and he laid his head on my chest hugged me and cried. This really got to me as Dad very rarely showed any type of emotion (except frustration or anger at times - toward us). He did have a great sense of humor and laughed a lot, just not often with us. Anyway, my relationship changed that day. Mom and I convienced Dad that he needed to be in the hospital. He knew if he went into the hospital that he would never come out alive (he was right). I think Mom later regretted talking him into going in, she wished she had taken him home to die but I think she made the right decision.
I called my boss and got a substitute to dive my bus and stayed with Mom. Dad didn't have many good days after that. I remember one day Dad was hungry but couldn't think of a thing he wanted to eat (been there). I told him I would make anything he wanted and get it to him. He said he would really like one of Mom's banana cakes with caramel icing. I had Mom's recipe so told him I would make the cake. I did but it was so light that when I put the icing on it began to split (we call that a cake quake) and just kept falling apart. I got so upset because I was making this for my dad who was dying and I wanted it to be perfect. I had put it on a tupperware cake plate with the top. By the time we got to the hospital, it was all to pieces inside the cake carrier, so I turned it upside down into the lid. Rex was in the room when I got back. He and Dad took spoons and dug into the cake and laughed about the "Banana Sludge Cake" I had made. They laughed so hard tears were streaming. but they ate half the cake. Mom told me later that Dad had laughed so much about that cake that it was one of the few days that he had very little pain.
A few days after that on Sunday, October 29th just before noon, he passed away with the darling of his life sitting by his bed holding his hand (my youngest Teri). He was buried at the Piney Grove Cemetary in North Al. on October 30th. Altho it has been 17 years, there are days that the pain is as fresh as if it were yesterday. I guess that comes from being the only girl and finding a relationship with someone I loved dearly very late in life and not having it long before he was gone. I always tried to be with Mom, if I could, around this time of the year because I knew how very much she missed him (she never got over that emptiness). Now I deal with it by myself. Some times its just another day and I think about it at the end of the day as a passing thought and then there are times like today that the pain of his passing hits me like a ton of bricks.
Mom told me once that it would be like this. She experienced the same emotions about her dad. She said it was harder when her mom died. She was right. It has been much harded to deal with the emotions since she passed. The only bright spot in this whole thing is I will see them again one day - THANK THE LORD!!!

2006-10-30T10:18:00.000-06:00

Hope your weekend was relaxing and refreshing. Mine certainly was. We had two very renewing services were we worship yesterday. Saturday we had our fall festival and had a blast, after we got there. We had promised to take a couple of horses for the kids to ride. I drove Mike to the pastures and it took about 30-40 minutes to round up his horse Shadow. He finally caught him and then he walked him back to the barn lot while I drove the truck back. He got Shadow settled and loaded on the trailer. He then caught my horse, Dot, without any problems. Those started when he attempted to trailer her. She would walk up to the trailer and then absolutely refused to get in. We finally abandoned that and took one horse. There were two others there but one more would have been so nice. We rode about 300-400 children and that equates to about what 8-10 miles walked. I know my feet were killing be when we finally finished but it was a great time. According to those who registered we had about 400 but there were quite a few that came through without registering (the kids received glow in the dark bracelets when they registered). At any rate we had a great turnout and loads of fun.

2006-10-27T16:35:00.000-05:00

We have a group of older Christians were we worship who meet once a month. They call themselves the JOY CLUB. I was asked to meet with them last month to sing for them. I had a great time. I joined them yesterday for an outing. I had the best time. Not only am I the youngest in the group (and that makes me feel really great) but I laugh a lot when with them. The next meeting will be for their Thanksgiving get together. I am really looking forward to this.

Next on my schedule is to get back to work. Never thought I would look forward to getting back into that grind but I am. I have felt at a loss quite a bit while recuperating. I learned yesterday that I will continue to heal for the next 9-10 months. I thought I would be WELL at the end of these three months. I will try to keep it in mind that I am not completely well and continue to behave. Those who know me well, know that that has been the hardest part of recuperating for me. It is really hard for me to do exactly what I am told to do, especially when I think there are things that need to be done and noon else is doing them. In my defense, I have been almost 100% at behaving myself.

We have a fall festival at the church building tomorrow and we will participating. We will be taking two of our horses for the kids to ride. We have not worked one before, although we have taken the children to them for the past three years and have had a great time. Mike and I are both looking forward to working this one.

Hope you all have a great weekend. Will be back Monday.

Finding a treasure

2006-10-25T09:23:00.000-05:00

Our camping trip didn't go as well as I had planned but then most planned times turn out differently. I need another trip to recoup from this one. We did have a good time roaming different shops with the children. Hannah got a coonskin cap that she thinks is a stuffed animal. She will wear it at times and is adorable in it. Haley chose practical things like t-shirts and earrings.
While roaming in an antique shop, I found a Hoosier (I think that is how you spell it) cabinet. They were used in the 1800's as the kitchen cabinets. They included a flour sifter, metal bread drawer, chopping board and storage. I have been looking for one since we moved into the farm house. When we first moved there, we had very little storage. Since then, we refinished the kitchen adding cabinets. I have seen these cabinets over the years but they had either been painted with Dutch symbols or poor condition. This one was in very good condition. We bought it and now I must find a place to put it. My house is beginning to look like an antique shop in itself.
I find as I get older that I am becoming more and more like Mom. She enjoyed collecting antiques (furniture , dishes and unique pieces). The difference is, I actually use most of what I have collected. It is an investment, at least that is what Mom taught me. At any rate, I really enjoy exploring antique shops and finding unusual things (whether I can afford them or not) and Mike enjoys exploring with me. I remember the fun times Mom and Dad had doing this same thing. Maybe some time in the future, our grandchildren will remember the fun we had looking for that special item.

2006-10-19T06:54:00.000-05:00

I will be gone for the next few days. We are taking the grandgirls and their parents camping in the "fountains" as Hannah calls the mountains. Will be back Monday. Have a great rest of the week and weekend.

Learning a new language

2006-10-17T22:53:00.000-05:00

I am learning a new language. Not a foreign language, it is Native American. If you were to ask Greg, he would tell you that I don't even know English very well (and Josh would probably agree with him). I found a CD by the name of Walela. The group is a trio composed of Rita Coolidge (anyone from the 60's or 70's should well remember her voice - the prettiest of the era), along with Pricisilla Coolidge and Laura Satterfield. All three are of Cherokee descent and have a beautiful harmony. One of the songs on the CD is Amazing Grace sung in Cherokee. It captivated me, so I started learning the words (they were typed out in the folder that came with the CD). It was a little difficult to understand a few of the words and Mike who is half Cherokee (but doesn't speak the language) didn't know the words either.

I went on line and found a place to order the instructions to learn to speak, read and write the Cherokee language. I have already taught Haley and Hannah a song in Cherokee ( a very simple song the women would sing to greet the new day). The language has a musical quality to it and I think it will not be as hard to learn to speak as it will be to learn how to write.

I have always been interested in the Native American culture, language and stories just about all my life. This interest was rekindled when I met Mike. Then last summer while we were camping in Tennessee, we visited my dad's brother. Tom informed me that he and dad were 1/4 Cherokee on my grandmother's side (that would make me an 1/8th). I had been told many years ago by Mom's brother that we had Creek and Choctaw blood in us on that side of the family. He even registered his girls as Native Americans.

Anyway, after hearing the song on the CD, I decided that time was a wastin'. Mike, the girls and I are going to learn the language, so we will have someone to practice with and also so we can talk to each other and no one else will know what we are saying. Ok Greg, I know there are times now when I speak that no one knows what I am saying, but all of you sure are entertained.

The Cherokee do not have a word for goodbye, they say "Let's meet again." So, "do da DA go hv? i". This is just the sounds for the letters in the Cherokee Syllabary. It is impossible to type the actual symbols for these sounds. I could write them but not on a computer as there are no symbols that correspond. Bet you think you know how to say them but you would be suprised.

MAPS

2006-10-16T20:29:00.000-05:00

I know there is a somewhat negative connotation to church programs. At New Hope there is a program for kids called MAPS (stands for Music Arts Programs). It is for kids K5 to 6th grade. It was so big 2 years ago (over 400 kids from area elementary schools), it was divided into 2 programs twice a year. There are 5 elementary schools in the Pell City area therefore, 2 schools attend one of the sessions and 3 the other. This has become so popular with the kids that we are already pushing at the seams even dividing the schools. Many kids who have never been taught about Jesus are attending this. One child had made a comment to one of the teachers that his parents do not believe in God but that he really liked being at MAPS. "A little child will lead them."

The kids are divided into grades. They are taught keyboard, guitar, sign language, have arts and are fed. We have tutors that help the kids with their homework. After Maps is over the kids either go home or stay for the Kids for Christ Bible study. We have had parents come to Christ through the kids coming to the MAPS program.

I have had the priviledge of working in this program for the past three years. The first year I worked as the nurse, taking care of the stomachaches, bruises, occasional blister from guitar playing. Last year I tutored the kids and worked in the kitchen. This year, I am getting to learn a little myself. I am helping with the praise songs at the end of the program. It is so much fun teaching these kids the songs and the sign language used with most of them. It feels good to see their shinning little faces and especially to have them ask questions about Jesus.

I know that programs generally don't work but this one is having an effect on the children in the Pell City area and only God knows how far reaching this will be because of that.

2006-10-12T19:29:00.000-05:00

I know Greg will find this totally pathetic but I am rather proud of myself. While in California for Josh and Heather's wedding, I purchased a MP3 player (just because my brothers had them - actually they have ipods). Mike downloaded a CD on to it when we got home. I haven't done much but listen to that CD and the radio stations. I decided to download some CD's onto it. So this afternoon I proceeded to attempt this. Now keep in mind, this is done with a computer. After spending about 3 and a half hours, I finally figured out how to do this. I successfully downloaded 10 CD's to my MP3. I was so excited. The catch, I didn't think they had downloaded so, I did it again from the files off the computer. It then took me an hour and a half to delete the second copies of the CD's. But, lets keep in mind that this whole process is a great accomplishment for me. So, I guess there is hope for me yet (at least where computers are concerned).

Taking time to smell the Roses

2006-10-10T19:32:00.000-05:00

I started this day with all kinds of plans. Not many of them got accomplished. I did get my bills paid, the checkbook balanced. I had to make a trip to Trussville (about 50 some odd miles - one way from the house) to take my embroidery machine in for cleaning and to find out why it is making a loud grating noise. This just started this past week. I need to get it fixed so I can complete the bibs I'm working on for Teri. I learned while in the store, I don't have a clue how to use my machine. I am now signed up to take classes from the owner of the store. Probably the reason the machine started acting up. Although, I have done what I thought was some pretty good embroidered pieces and given them as gifts. Maybe with the classes the pieces I do henceforth will be first class.
All this took about two and a half hours in Trussville. I decided to go by and pick up Hannah to eat some lunch. She was so excited. By the time I got to her house it was almost time to pick Haley up from school. So we played in the playground at Haley's school while waiting for her day to end. While playing we found a catapillar which Memama "rescued" for Hannah. She has been adorable talking to the "catlapillilar". When Haley got out of school, we went to Barbies (Arby's) to get something to eat. Then we went to kids castle (a playground in Pell City for kids). Hannah played while Haley and I did homework. There is a mist machine for when kids get hot. I had told Hannah she could not get in the mist. In about 5 minutes she came back to where were sitting and was soaking wet. When asked why she had disobeyed me she said'Memama, I just got so sweaty I had too." She hadn't been anywhere but the mister.
We then took a mile walk around the park while the gilrs did cartwheels and summersaults. I laughed till I hurt at those two. I then took them home.
I didn't get a thing done that I had planned to get done today, but you know what I had more fun and accomplished more for a lasting relationship than anything else I could have spent my day doing. I took the time to smell the roses with my girls.

Demon Possession

2006-10-06T12:38:00.000-05:00

I have always believed in demon possession, maybe not the way Hollywood portrays it. If asked, and sometimes without being asked, my brothers (and my children, and most definately Mike) would say I have been demon possessed many times in my 50+ years. Until recently, I have not ever believed that THINGS can be possessed. I now believe.

Friday I was searching the web for the ladybug design for the baby bibs to embroider. I found them on a website calle ANNTheGran. It had some wonderful designs that can be downloaded free. I found three designs and downloaded them. I wanted to send them to Teri for her to chose which one she wanted to use on the bibs. I attemped to open the saved file but the computer wouldn't let me. I needed a CD in a drive. I found the CD requested, put it in the appropriate drive and followed the instructions. I spent 2 hours attempting to reopen these files. The more I tried the more frustrated I became. I finally decided to just close the computer down until Mike - the computer genius- got home. The computer wouldn't let me close it out. It wouldn't let me exit anything. Finally, I just reached down and turned the whole thing off. Don't know or at this moment care if anything was affected by that move.

I waited a few minutes and rebooted the computer. I wanted to email Teri to tell her what I had found, even if I never get to use them. I was at the close of my email to her when the screen on the computer went gray then white and told me my email had been sent (I hadn't pressed the send button). My brother, husband and computer smart children tell me it is something I am doing, not the computer. I beg to differ with them. The computers in my home are most definately possessed.

P.S. I don't know why the spell check will NOT function. The demon of uneducated has it blocked.

Nesting

2006-10-06T08:58:00.000-05:00

It appears the time is growing closer to when we will be getting Maddie from China. Teri has begun to "nest". Mike and I will be spending all day tomorrow staining the furniture in the baby's room. This includes the baby bed, chest of drawers, toy box, changing station and I think another piece of furniture. Actually, we are looking forward to helping Teri and Josh do this. They live on the southern side of Birmingham so we don't see them as much as we see Tara and her family (who live just 30 minutes away). I am very confident that will change when Maddie gets here.

I, like my Mom, am a packrat. I had kept a box of clothes that Tara and Teri had worn when they were babies. A couple of years ago, the girls went through this box and picked out clothes they wanted their children to wear. A few months ago Teri gave me a sack of clothes to get ready for Maddie. A dress my dad, her most favorite person in the world, had bought for her to wear home from the hospital was in the sack. Except for the fact all the seams have rotted, it is in pretty good condition. I am in the process of sewing the seams back. It is really important to Teri that I get this dress ready for Maddie. The other clothes were in better condition, with the exception of a few stains that I managed to get out, and a few hems that needed to be redone. My main challange was a crocheted jacket I had done over 30 years ago. It was the first thing I had ever made, and it was a granny square pattern ( I hate granny square patterns). I spent all day yesterday sewing seams that had come unraveled but at 10:30 last night I completed the job. Don't know if Maddie will ever wear it, but it is ready for her, and done with a lot of love for her and her Mom.

I don't know if it is tradition or just something this adoption agency has prospective parents do but Teri and Josh are taking gifts to give to the orphanage where Maddie will be from. Gifts for the guides, and others. Teri gave me 6 blankets to embroider (I have a machine) . She decided she wanted a smiley face in red, white and blue with Alabama the beautiful in a semi circle around it. I must say they turned out very nice. There are 8 families in the group with which Teri and Josh will be going. She wanted to do something special for them so we found some bibs that can be embroided and in a few minutes I will be searching the web for the design she wants on them - a ladybug (the symbol of good luck in China) and in a semi-circle "The newest member of the ----------family". So I have my work cut out for me today.

Needless to say, we are all getting excited. Teri has her first shower Nov. 4th and I can hardly wait. Keep them and us in your prayers. Please pray that the Chinese government will not cause any more delays and we will have Maddie by the end of the year. Thanks in advance for you prayers.
C

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Infamous honeymoon story

2006-10-03T23:29:00.000-05:00

As promised, here is the infamous honeymoon story. I had always wanted to see the northeast in the fall. Had heard stories of how beautiful the fall colors are in October. So, Mike and I had already planned to camp on our honeymoon and planned our trip to Vermont via Niagara Falls. We took back roads through the states heading north. Saw some beautiful country especially in Pennsylvania. Also saw very interesting homes (John Adams and John Quincy Adams homes in Pa. Quaint towns and Ammish settlements. Very interesting trip.

On the back roads in Pa. on a late afternoon, about 5 miles outside of a small town, our car decided to quit on us. Mike wanted us to hike back into town. I decided to stay with the car as we had all our camping equipment on the top and I was concerned it would not be there if left unattended. He headed back into town, found a garage about to close. The owner graciously offered to stay open and assisted in getting us towed back to his shop. He and his wife invited us to stay with them for the night. He was a very interesting man and his son was a stock car driver (this helped to break the ice when he found out we lived close to Talladega - Pell City at that time). We got the car fixed and headed back on the road.

Things went well until we got into up state New York. The plan was to cross the border at Niagara, New York and go up the Canadian border and cross back into the states in Vermont. The night before getting to Niagara, we camped in a very primitive campground (no facilities at all). It was raining when we set up camp so we got drenched. The next day we were going to cross the border, look for a campground and clean up. Now keep in mind we were driving a black jeep, loaded to the hilt with camping equipment, suitcases, ice chest, etc. Mike at that time had hair almost to his waist, mine was also pretty long. We had not showered for over 24 hours.

We got to the border and there was a HUGE sign stating that all firearms, liqueur, ect. needed to be declared. We didn't have any booze, but we did have a handgun (and unknown to me there were 3 in the jeep - one of them was mine). I asked Mike if he was going to say anything to them about the gun. He said no because we would be camping in some pretty rough country over the next few days. The lady at the border crossing was nice. As we started to pull off, she stopped us and asked if we would pull over at the patrol building. We did and about 4 patrolmen came out and around the car. We were asked to step out, they searched the car and found the 3 handguns. We had been asked to step into the building while they searched. I noticed a picture of Queen Elizabeth on the wall and said to Mike, "Look, they have a picture of the Queen of England." The border patrol very high and mighty said, "She is the Queen of Canada." Before I could stop myself I said, "I wonder if she knows she is not the Queen of England any more?" That did not go over too well.

We were taken to the police station in Niagara, Canada and finger printed and booked on charges of possession of illegal weapons and attempting to smuggle weapons into Canada. There was a very nice and understanding Sgt. on duty that night. We spoke to him and after paying bail we left the station and walked back to the border (about 2 miles). When we got there we found it was going to take $1500 to get the jeep out of hock to the border patrol. We had just spent out last cent getting out of jail. We walked back across the border into New York and found a phone on a street corner. By now it was getting dark and raining and about 36 degrees. I called our youngest daughter who at the time worked for a multi-millionaire. I asked her to call her boss (who was also a friend) and asked to borrow the money we needed to get out of there. We had the money in the bank but, keep in mind this was a weekend and no way to get to that money. She said she would see what she could do and call me back. I told her I would call her as it didn't appear to be very safe where we were. We had to walk about 5 miles before we found a store open that had a Western Union. I called Teri back and she said, "Muz wants you to call her." I could have died, I said, "You called my mother?" I called Mom who got a big charge out of all of this, but she did send us the money to get the jeep out of hock and finish our trip. We walked back to Canada, paid for the jeep, found a motel to stay for the night. The border patrol had dumped our clothes out into the back of the jeep and then soaked them with the water in the ice chest.

We left Canada the next morning. We are fugitives because we didn't show up for court Monday morning. This was done on the unspoken advice of the Sgt. We never did get the guns back. I wanted to come home after that but Mike insisted we complete our trip to Vermont. We did go to Stowe, Vermont (where the Von Trapp home is -the Sound of Music family for those who don't know). The night we got to Stowe, the tie rod on the car broke. Some kind soul found us stranded on the side of the road and towed us to the local garage.

Mom told me that my life with Mike would be an adventure and she was glad she was just the Mother-in-law. She was right it has most definitely been an adventure (some I wish I had not experienced and some I wouldn't have missed for anything ). But, that's life in and of itself, is it not?

I told Mike my two new favorite songs were: Weekend in Canada and Smuggler's Blues.

Camping

2006-10-03T21:05:00.000-05:00

Our maiden trip was wonderful. We went to Desoto State Park in Ft. Payne, Al. (the home of the country group Alabama). It was a beautiful campground in the State Park, with waterfalls, hiking trails, cabins, chalets, and much more. It was a relaxing weekend, although I wasn't too sure it was going to be when we got there. We got a later start from home than Mike wanted (but we had to go to the kids pep rally Friday afternoon). We got to the state park after sundown. We were driving around looking for a site to use ( they don't have assigned sites). The first sites we came to had an angle to get the camper into them. To complicate matters a little more, most of the sites had ditches on the sides of the road which made maneuvering the camper into the sites tricky. We found a promising site but there was a very inconsiderate person behind us who was right against our bumper. When we found a site, he was so close we couldn't even consider attempting to park the camper. We finally pulled to the side and let this guy go around us. He then preceded to drive a few yards and took 45 minutes attempting to back into a site then pulled away looking for another place. I was hungry, tired and beginning to get testy by this time. Needless to say, Mike decided to attempt the same site the other guy had finally given up. Not only did we NOT get the camper into the site, Mike managed to get the front of the truck into one of the ditches and bent the strut on the front tire. All of a sudden he turns and looks at me and says "I don't have any control to the steering." Talk about ready to kill someone. The long and short of this is, we finally found a site and a helpful fellow camper who helped guide Mike into it. We had a very relaxing rest of the weekend. Spent time with God and each other. It was a great renewing weekend.

A side note: I know my right from my left but I have a problem giving directions. If I give directions to someone with me, I tell them to look at my hands and the direction they are pointing, not what my mouth is saying. The hands are always right, what comes out of my mouth is generally always backwards. As we were driving home, I noticed Mike was having a little problem with the truck. I asked him if he was having to battle the truck a little. He said only when he made a right turn. A little later, I noticed he had problems with a left turn, when asked, he said "I meant your right".

Read to Go

2006-09-28T19:43:00.000-05:00

Mike and I have been camping since we first married. We have tent camped and many times primitive. I have thoroughly enjoyed it. We tried to go at least once a year and would have loved to have gone more often. For my birthday, we bought a camper that is really more like a home on wheels. I spent a couple of days cleaning it up (not that it was dirty - I just like things clean MY way). This camper has a queen sized bed in the main bedroom ( bathroom is there also), a couch that makes into a double bed, a separate bedroom for the kids with bunk beds (the bottom one will sleep two). The table also lets down to sleep two if needed.

The camper is now fully stocked with dishes, cooking pans, utensils, spices, storage containers, sheets, blankets, bedspreads, pillows, every thing needed to camp Holiday Inn style. I am so ready to go. Being home the last almost 2 months and not being able to do much of anything until the last 2 weeks I am ready to get away from here. So, my darling husband is actually going to be home this weekend and he is taking me camping. I am so excited and can hardly wait for Friday afternoon.

The only down side ( and I am handling this), is our grandchildren have begged to go with us. I have been so proud of myself for not giving in to them this time. We are going to Tenn the middle of October and have invited the whole family to go with us. The kids are really excited about this as are we. I love going places with the grands ( and Mike too).

Be back Monday (hopefully with a story about our camping trip).

Fall

2006-09-27T09:44:00.000-05:00

This is the time of year that requires three changes of clothes a day. I get up around 6-6:30 every morning to start my walking. Lately it has been so cool that I put on sweats and a heavy coat to start the walk. After about the first one and a half mile, the coat comes off. The sweats still feel good until the end of the 4th mile. My house being in the mountains stays pretty cool until afternoon. So after my walk, I generally start cleaning or straightening the house. After a few hours, the house begins to get warm. Therefore, I change into some lighter clothes to keep from getting to hot while I work. I refuse to turn the air on this time of year. Then when the sun starts going down in the evening and breeze comes up, it gets down right cold in the house. That is the reason for the third change of clothes (or if I have finished my rat killing a bath and warm jammies). It's really no wonder colds abound this time of year in this area.

I'm really not complaining. I love the cooler weather to walk in and work in and it really makes sleeping better. As a matter of fact this is actually my favorite time of year. Cool enough not to need air conditioning and just barely warm enough not to need heat (although I did get a small heater out of the attic last night for the bathroom). The electric blankets got put on the beds yesterday also.

Enjoy your fall (all those who have a change of season).

Happy Birthday Older Brother

2006-09-22T09:36:00.000-05:00

Today is my older brother's birthday. He once again is older than I. He will never be exactly a year older because I was born 12 days before he was 1 year old. So, for 12 days of every year we are the same age (and he seldom lets me forget this). We were the closest Mom got to having twins (which she really wanted), hence we have twin names - Alan Dwain and Sharan Elaine. Most of our younger lives we fought like cats and dogs. Mom told me once that when we were about 3/4 she had put us to bed in different rooms at our grandmother's. About an hour after putting us down she heard a terrible fuss going on. She went to check and we were both asleep and fussing with each other across the hall.

As we grew up we contiuned to have our moments of aggrevating each other but there were also times when he was truely there for me and I hope I was for him. So I want to take this opportunity to say THANKS for being my big brother. I am very proud of you and who you have become. Hope your day is a great one.

Love Always, Cis

Listening

2006-09-21T09:16:00.000-05:00

Every morning I awaken dreading putting my feet on the floor because I know it is going to be painful. I make myself get out of bed, get dressed, put on my brace (still have to wear it some each day) and start my walking. I am currently up to 3 miles every morning (the first 2 are ok, the last gets to me, but am making it). The area I walk is in my front yard - sounds innocent enough. But, I have to watch for snakes (Mike has killed two rather large rattlesnakes in the last couple of weeks), and I am terrified of them. We also have coyotes that roam in packs in the woods surrounding the house. They have been bolder lately. Then there is always the mountain lion seen in the pecan trees at the end of the drive. My walk is more than just a stroll around a grassy yard (that is not even ground). Keeps me on my toes so to speak.

Most of the time, since I was forced to start this exercise I have used my MP3 to keep my mind off the dangers lurking (maybe just in my mind) and to make the walk a little more enjoyable for me (I can't seem to get much of anything done without music in the background). Over the past 3-4weeks, I have spent most of my walking time in prayer and just talking with God and the last 30 minutes or so listening to music. Yesterday, I had my time with God and put the headset on and turned on the music. Something told me to take the headset off and just listen. I did and heard some of the sweetest music I have ever heard. The birds were having a time just singing their hearts out. I have never heard this before (maybe chirping here and there but nothing like this) it was amazing. I finished my walk listening to God's creation sing me a song.

Try it sometime, it will refresh your soul.

One Hundred Percent

2006-09-17T14:57:00.000-05:00

This has been going around the e-mail circles and you have probably seen it but I thought it was pretty neat, so it you have seen it go read Greg's blog(just kidding bro).

FROM A STRICTLY MATHEMATICAL VIEW POINT -

What equals 100%? What does it mean to give MORE than 100%? Ever wonder about those people who say they ARE giving more than 100%? We have all been in situations where someone wants you to give over 100%. How about achieving 101%? What equals 100% in life?

Here's a little mathematical formula that might help you answer these questions:

IF

A - Z is represented as 1 - 26 THEN:

H A R D W O R K

8 + 1+ 18+ 4+ 23+ 15+ 18+11 = 98%

K N O W L E D G E

11+ 14+ 15+ 23+ 12+ 5+ 4+ 7+ 5 = 96%

But;

A T T I T U D E

1+ 20+ 20+ 9+ 20+ 21+ 4+ 5 = 100%

And, look how far the LOVE of GOD will take you

L O V E O F G O D

12+ 15+ 22+ 5+ 15+ 6+ 7+ 15+ 4 = 101%

Therefore, one can conclude with mathematical certainty that:

While hard work and knowledge will get you close and attitude will get you there,

it's the Love of God that will put you over the top!

Wish I could take the credit for that put can't. Also wish I knew enough about computers to paste and copy from an e-mail to blog site so I didn't have to type all of that. I'm just glad I can find both sites.

Birthdays

2006-09-12T10:43:00.000-05:00

I celebrated a birthday Sunday (that means Greg is getting older). Had a great day with the children and grands. Had the best meal I've had in 6 weeks (I cooked it myself). The girls got a little upset at me because they wanted to take me out. I told them I wanted something to eat that would not upset my stomach (must be the medicine I've had to take since the surgery but everything I've eaten has either smelled funny or had a horrible aftertaste). Therefore, I felt if I cooked it I would know exactly what went in it and maybe I wouldn't have any problems. I was right. It was great. I even made my own birthday cake (spice, my favorite). As I said it was a great meal and a great day.

I am doing well - walking 2 miles every morning (ordered by the doc) and feeling better as each day goes by. I have weened myself off most medicine so my emotional state is getting better also. The doctor released me to drive and to ween off the brace so I feel like I have been released from house arrest. Of course, it helped that Hannah was over here a couple of weeks ago and she "found the devil with a flash light and swept him out of Memama's house". I guess that is why I feel so much better.

Thank you all so very much for your prayers and thoughts. It really meant a lot to me. Hope you all have a great week.

2006-08-27T17:42:00.000-05:00

I just got a glimpse of the last 25-30 years of my mom's life. Went to Bible study and worship this AM (first time I've been able to do both for awhile). Needed both desperately as Satan seemed to be getting a toehold on me toward the end of this week. Went out to eat with Mike and the grandchildren. I asked Tara if the kids could come home with me for a little while, if she could come get them this afternoon. Mike left for Arkansas shortly after lunch.

The kids and I had a blast doing the hokey-pokey, playing school, and playing with play dough. Tara came and got them about an hour ago. That's when I realized I had just lived through one of my mom's Sundays and going into her week.

You see, if Mom had any of us (generally Greg or me) around for the weekend, we would have to leave Sunday afternoon heading back home. When Dad was alive, before he got too sick to travel and after he passed away, he also left on Sundays heading to Atlanta or where ever he had a job. Mom always put up a brave front but I learned many years later that the reason she didn't want us to do the dishes or help clean up was because this gave her something to do in her loneliness. I experienced her loneliness this week and this weekend. Having no one to come by and spend a few minutes of time to break the boredom of the day, doing the same old routine day after day. Don't miss understand, I have had family (especially Greg ) call during the week but it isn't the same as a sitdown visit. No wonder she cherished his calls (or calls from any family member and kept us on the line for as long as she could). Thanks brother, you have brightened my day more than once over the past few weeks. But back to the point, boredom brings on depression and loneliness. Her infirmities kept her practically homebound the last few years of her life but I think she went through boredom and loneliness long before that.

When those children left this afternoon a deep sense of loneliness swept over me and I looked up and said, "So, this is what you felt all those times we drove away and left you standing on your porch wanting just a few more minutes of our time." It hurt to watch my kids drive away even though I knew they had too. I made a commentment to God and myself after that and am determined that when released to get back to my life that I will not GET BACK TO MY LIFE! I am determined to seek out those in my community and church family who need a visit and a hug for no particular reason. I think it took this for me to see how very lonely it can be for the widows, the single parents, the downtrodden. I pray God will give me the health to fulfill my vow and pledge to Him.

Thanks for letting me pour out a little of my heart/hurt/feelings to you.

Two weeks to go

2006-08-25T12:28:00.000-05:00

In a little less than two weeks, I will be going back to the doctor. I hope at that time, he will remove this brace. It has become most uncomfortable and has a tendency to rub my back making the incision site tender. At that time, I am also hoping he will allow me to increase my activity. Basically, I have walked twice a day, sat up for awhile, and lain around or asleep the rest of the time. A totally boring existance. I see the nasty floors in my house and the dust and it's all I can do not to get busy cleaning. The pain in my left leg has moved to the ankle/foot area. Greg says I'm home free when it goes into my big toe. I seems to moving that way.

I read the discharge instructions the other day (just like a nurse to wait until two and a half weeks out of surgery to know what she is/isn't supposed to be doing). It seems I wasn't to start my 2-3 miles a day walking workout until after my month checkup. I look at it this way, I am ahead of the game.

On the flip side of this. I have had time to read more (except on this medication, I get sleepy when I read). I have had the time to listen to the tapes I found at Mom's (tapes of Greg's sermons from 1989 to 2005; tapes from the times she went to Zoe conference); and many other interesting tapes I want to listen to. So far they have been very interesting. The only problem with listening to them is, I want to take notes and that requires sitting up, which for some reason tires me.

This is the update for now. Hope to be able to attend worship Sunday (I did get out for worship last Sunday and it wore me out). I really miss worshiping with my church family. They have been great to visit, bring food, take care of the dogs (since Mike is constantly out of town), etc. They have truely been an extension of my family.

Hope your weekend is a good one and your worship HOLY.

2006-08-17T04:11:00.000-05:00

It's three in the morning and the pain in my leg is unbearable. I have been up and walking and straightening up the house(no bending or lifting anything heavy). I would feel on top of the world if this pain would cease. I have taken the med ordered but it doesn't seem to be doing any good. I sure hope these nerves heal quickly. This constant pain is beginning to get on my LAST NERVE.

Tara and the girls were up last night. Hannah asked if she could play a game on the computer. I said ok and turned it on for her. Her picture playing in the pool on her "wave-runner" is the wallpaper Mike has up on the computer. When her daddy asked what she was doing, she said "I'm playing the game of me in the water." She was having a ball just running the mouse arrow all around her picture.

Hope one and all have a great day.

2006-08-15T11:30:00.000-05:00

Update: The pain in my left leg is now in the right also. I called the doctor again this morning to find out if this is a normal part of healing(which I will deal with), or if I have done something to mess up the surgery(I promise I have been very good). I was told this is a normal part of healing and it will take a couple of days to get the level of Neurontin in my system for the pain to lessen. I awoke this morning at 3AM crying because of the pain. Now that I know this is part of the healing, I will deal with it as I have through the last 3 years. I am taking the Neurontin even if it does make me "drunk". A member of the church came by yesturday and I couldn't talk staight. I told her what was going on (she is a nurse) , she just laughed at me. It was pretty funny.

I read Greg's blog and it brought about my blog. I have been going through a box of pictures from mom's and separating them into Mom and family, Dad and family and pictures of me and my family. I hope to make a scapebook for my girls to have some day. In going through the pictures, I have seen me, my girls and Jessica in so many pictures of Mom. I see Jess in Mom's teenage pictures and some in her older pictures. I most definately see myself in her older pictures. I have found baby pictures that look like me and Teri (my youngest) and I found one picture of Mom and Dad holding me and Alan ( the eldest). I looks like Jessica holding a baby Jessica, it was so cool. I will get Mike to teach me how to post some of the pictures. I looked to see if I could do that by myself - no such luck. I know this blog would have been more interesting if you could have actually seen the pictures. Sorry about that.

Until next time, have a great day.

2006-08-14T16:30:00.000-05:00

It has been almost two weeks out. I am feeling much stonger each day. I walk a mile in the morning and a mile in the afternoon(started that today). I have walked a mile since Sunday. Mike took the stitches out Saturday night with little discomfort. I still have this funky taste in my mouth and all food, drink and medicine has the same taste. I don't remember this from previous surgery but Teri said she had this problem after her surgery and it lasted about 2-3 wks.

The pain decreases more each day. Lately I have been having nerve pain down the left hip and into the toes. I called the doctor and he said this was normal (nerve roots healing). The discomfort kept me up last night. The doctor called me in some neuronton (a drug for nerve pain/seizures). I didn't want to take this but I've tried just about everything else and nothing has worked. I took one about 2pm today and I now know the high the hippies experienced in the 60's. No hallucinations yet. This is the reason I don't like to take pills, I don't like feeling dizzy, lightheaded and slightly out of control. But, if it will help the pain in my leg, I will take the recommended med until healed.

That's the update for now. Hope all is well with you and yours.

THANK YOU ALL

2006-08-11T17:03:00.000-05:00

Thank you all for your love, prayers and concern. The surgery went well according to the doctor. He also said it was the worst he had seen in his career. He said my disc had shattered into my spinal column and he did not know how I was functioning much less working. Mike told him I had my mother's stubborness and refusal to quit. It all turned out well.

I have been home 6 days and getting stonger each day. The staples come out Sunday. Mike will be removing them and he told the discharge nurse that he had a perfectly good claw hammer at home. I developed an infection in the hospital and then an allergic reaction to the Levaquin (the antibiotic being treated with). Alls well now. Am still having a few muscle spasms at times and discomfort in the lower back. This is helped by the med given me. It is difficult for me to take this med and I am not a good pill taker (pills of any kind). I just don't like to take them but have been told I have to take them this time. So I am complying with orders from the doctor, my husband, my daughters, and the grandchildren.

Will be starting a walking program next week and build up to 2-3 miles a day by the end of the month. Tara has been coming over every night to help me bathe and to change my dressing. Hannah thinks she has to get in the shower with me to help. After the shower, I put my brace on and walk around the house for about 30 minutes. The other night, Hannah wanted to walk with me. We put on housecoats and began walking. Hannah looked up at me and asked, "What you doing?" I told her I had to walk to get well. We walked into the kitchen where she told her mother that "Me and Memama are walking to find a well!" How delightful this child is to me and I could just see Muz laughing in heaven.

Haley has been a God send also. She stayed with me from Monday night until Wednesday night and took very good care of me, fixing food and drinks and keeping me company.

Things are slow for right now but I am determined to do what is right and minding my doc. Pray I will keep to this resolution. I have been home 6 days and am bored out of my mind. I can only stay up (sitting) for 1 hour at a time. Can walk until the body says STOP, can't stand for any extended time. So needless to say most of my days have been spent on the couch tossing and turning. Each day gets better.

Will keep you informed. Again, thank you so much for you love. I read your comments on Greg's blog and I knew you were all praying and that God was with me and the doctors through this. Love ya all, Elaine

2006-08-01T07:56:00.000-05:00

This will be my last blog for awhile. According to the post surgery instructions, I will not be allowed to sit or stand for longer than 30 min at a time because of the pressure on the lower back. It will be a little difficult to blog while on my side or stomach. Will be back with you as soon as possible.

Had a great day with the children yesturday. I got burned while playing in the pool but it was such a beautiful day, we just couldn't stop playing. The kids just got browner. I call them my little brown biscuits. Needless to say, the amount of time needed to finish cleaning the house was increased by about 1-2 hours, to reclean where Hurrican Hannah has been.

My girls (Tara and Teri) and their husbands (my boys) took us to dinner last night and we had a great time. We went to Logans and when we got there, Hannah wanted to wait for her Aunt T and Uncle Josh in the car (it was very hot). I told her, let's go inside where we can throw peanuts on the floor. That got her attention. So we went inside where she proceeded to grab a handful of peanuts and throw them all over the floor all around the table. Tara started to get on to her but I said, it was my fault. I didn't quite explain exactly what we could do with the peanuts. Hannah then chewed the peanuts out of the shells, threw the shells on the floor and spit the peanuts back in the bucket. She was really wound-up last night and so funny.

Haley begged to come back home with me last night. She said, Memama, I could help you clean. This is true, but I can't bring her home w/o Hannah and that just won't do when one is trying to clean and put up. Haley got really upset but I told her that when I get through today that I would come and get her and she could ride to the hospital with us in the morning. She has called twice this AM (it's only 7:30) wanting to know when I would be through with the house and come get her. The last time she called we set a time for her to call back and find out the progress. So, I guess I will go for now and GET BUSY per her instructions. I mind those two very well.

Have a great few weeks and I will be back as soon as I possibly can. I will be in touch w/Greg by phone so maybe he can put a little note in his comments to let you know how I am doing.

Love to you all and thanks for your prayers and concern. Elaine

Taking a Day off

2006-07-31T09:53:00.000-05:00

I am taking a day off from the cleaning process to enjoy my two precious grandaughters. I am keeping them today for Tara as she has a court appearance with the ex. Plan to play in the pool, if the weather holds off and just generally goof off with them today. Keep Tara in mind, she seems to be having a difficult time about my surgery.

God bless you all

2006-07-29T23:32:00.000-05:00

It's been a week since my last post. How time does fly. I have been very busy trying to REALLY CLEAN my house before I can't for awhile. I got off work Tuesday night and came home to a bushel of peas to shell and put up. I wasn't really tired so I thought I would stay up and get this chore done. I finished shelling the peas at 6:30 Wed morning ( I had been up since 8:30 Tues morning). I was past being sleepy so I worked the peas to put them up. Then I thought, I don't have room in the freezer, so I cleaned out the deep freezer and the fridge. Then I started cleaning the kitchen (wiping down walls, cleaning the floor by hand, etc. ) By the time I got through I was so tired I didn't even hear the phone (which was by my head) when Mike called that night.

I started on one of the back bedrooms on Thursday and finished it tonight. Let me explain. I had asked Mike to build me a bookcase in the room to put some of the books I had brought back from Mom's. He got it built but I haven't had a chance to get back there and go through the boxes that were deposited in that room. Needless to say, when I did start going through them (and rearranging furniture so it would all fit in the room), I found another box of letters, newspaper clippings, cards etc that Mom had kept. So I started going through them. My brothers would have just thrown it all out. But, in going through this I found many treasures. Among them was a handwritten copy of a letter my Grandmama Mitchell had written to the head of the Soviet Union in 1960 because of a comment he had made about her Lord. On the back of the letter she had written,"the original letter was mailed April 6th, 1960." It was a very interesting letter not only dressing down the second most powerful man in the world but also appealing to him just who this Jesus and God are and what they did for him, and asking him to consider the state of his soul. Quite a lady that one was (Mom was very much like her).

My grandfather, Bozo, had built a house for Grandmama in Sheffield, Al. It took him many years to complete this house. He used the labor of the young men who came to court his 5 daughters (Mom included) to help him. It had 27 natural woods in it and was the most beautiful house I have ever seen (we lived there for a while as children - Greg was born while we lived there). In the box mentioned above I found a newspaper article about the house and how the people of Sheffield made fun of my grandfather for building this house and taking so long, His response was, "at least it will be paid for when I am finished." He started this house in the late 1930's. He had architectures from as far as California come to see this house. He was even offered $35,000 for just the plans. He told them they were in his head. It told how he would go to the woods, cut down the trees and take them to the mill to be cut and then to be dried. I learned some things about my grandfather that I didn't know from that article. I remember moving into that house. I was 5 years old. I loved living there with my grandparents, aunt Pat and our uncle Tom (of course Mom, Alan - the oldest, and Greg - the baby, Rex was born many years later in Fla). Many happy memories from Sheffield, Al.

Any way, I now have two rooms in my house clean and 5 more to go. I will probably get the major ones done before Wednesday, but not much rest in between. My girls are fussing at me telling me "You are going to hurt your back." My reponse, "It can't hurt much worse than it already is." Now doesn't that sound like MUZ. I will have 3 months to get over the cleaning of this house and I will come home to a clean house (and that will be worth all the work).

Until next time have a great day.

2006-07-23T12:02:00.000-05:00

I will be getting ready for work in just a minute (it seems every time I blog I am just about to get ready for work - strange). Anyway, my day started off with some laughter and I thought I would take a moment and share this with you.

Forrest Gump in Heaven: Forrest Gump died and went to heaven. When he got to the Pearly Gates, Saint Peter told him that new rules were in effect due to the advances in education on earth. In order to gain admittance, a prospective Heavenly Soul must answer three questions: 1. What are two days of the week that begin with "T"? 2. How many seconds are in a year? 3. What is God's first name?Forrest thought for a few minutes and answered: 1. The two days of the week that begin with "T" are Today and Tomorrow. 2. There are 12 seconds in a year. 3. God has two first names, and they are Andy and Howard. Saint Peter said, "Ok, I'll buy Today and Tomorrow, even though it's not the answer I expected. Technically, your answer is correct. But how did you get 12 seconds in a year and why do you think God's first name is either Andy or Howard?" Forrest responded, "Well, January 2nd, February 2nd, March 2nd, and so on. ""Ok then, I give," said Saint Peter. "But what about God's first name?" Forrest said, "Well, from the song...Andy walks with me, Andy talks with me, Andy tells me I am his own...And then from the prayer...Our Father, who art in Heaven, Howard be thy name..."Saint Peter let him in without another word.

Hope you have a wonderful day.

2006-07-23T01:56:00.000-05:00

It is early Sunday morning (1AM) and I have just finished hump day of my 7 on in the ER. I have been winding down by playing with my new laptop and sending Greg the pictures we took at the wedding. We have finally gone into the 21st century by getting high speed internet at our home in the deep woods. I still have a lot to learn about computers but it sure has been fun learning about this one. I may actually become pretty good at this stuff by the time I reach 80.

On another note I have actually had two days and nights almost pain free. At times like this I am almost tempted to call the surgery off. I have 11 more days until S day. As time gets closer, I get a little more nervous. My daughter asked me "where is your faith in God?" It's not that I don't believe in God and have trust that He is going to be with me through this, it's because I have taken care of patients in the past who have had back surgery that went wrong and those images keep going through my head. The other reason is I have not had anything major happen to me in my life that I didn't have Mom to discuss it with. It makes a difference that she's not here to talk to about this.

I am about to fall asleep so I will go for now. I plan to take my computer to the hospital and will let you know how the surgery went. Much love to you all.

2006-07-15T15:55:00.000-05:00

The grands and I are trying to find things to do today as our plans to swim have been put on hold due to rain. We stayed in the pool all yesturday afternoon and had a blast playing. Hannah has gotten really brave, she is jumping off the side of the pool without needing anyone to catch her. Haley has become a little fish in the water. I will have them until Monday afternoon and am really enjoying them. Needless to say the house is not being touched while they are here.
I have managed to recoup from the California trip and working immediately after coming home. Had to attend two classes this past week and didn't get too much out of them as I was too sleepy to sit there for hours (even tho I had to).

I will work starting next Tuesday for 7 days, have 7 days off to clean house and get things organized and then on Wed. the 2nd of August I will be entering the hospital to have the much dreaded back surgery. I know all will be ok but I am still apprehensive about all this. I don't know if the surgery or the fact I will not be able to do anything for almost 6wks except walk is what is bothering me the most. I know by the end of 3 months this house will be driving me absolutely insane. I plan to give the house a good "spring cleaning" the week before the surgery. I hope those who come in (children, grands and of course the husband) will keep the house as clean as possible during the time I will not be able to pick up after them. One can only hope.

I have tried to log on to make comments on Greg's blog but have not received my password from the site he uses now. So, Greg, in response to your blog, I will get Mike to download the pictures off my camera and send them to you. I think I got some pretty good ones, including you d-n-c-ing w/Heather and Janice (not at the same time).

2006-07-11T11:16:00.000-05:00

It is Tuesday, July 11th. We got back from California last evening around 4:20 and home around 8pm. Had to go by and see the grands, whom I wish now we had taken with us (along with Tara and Teri) because it would have meant so much to Josh. We throughly enjoyed the wedding and visiting with family for brief moments at a time, getting twisted around trying to get to the Queen Mary at Long Beach Harbour and then finding it wasn't really worth the aggrevation. Had a great time at the wedding and it was absolutely beautiful. We have indeed acquired a beautiful new addition to our family. Hope to have the oppotunity to get to know her better and for her to get to know us (all the Alabama gang).

Will not have time to post again until Friday AM and have to go now and get ready for work. Hope all are doing well.

Update

2006-06-19T09:38:00.000-05:00

Sorry I've been away so long. I just realized it has been almost a month since my last blog. I imagine most of you have stopped looking for me.
We had the yard sell. Everyone asked how well did we do. Technically we got $1207. Really we made $107. Our baby daughter took the spa ($400) and the eldest daughter took an antique mirror that had belonged to Mom ($750). Of course I am not going to make my children pay for these items. There was another item Mike sold but the man hasn't come to collect it yet so that is the difference in the amounts. It was a fun day seeing my eldest brother and sister who came up to help. A lot of laughter and fun.

I am just gettin over acute pneumonia, which I had 2 weeks without knowing it was pneumonia. The doc told me it was an upper respiratory infection and gave me an antibiotic that didn't work. Went to the ER and was sent home with the appropriate antibiotic to take but still wasn't told I had pneumonia. All in all it has been a very rough 2 weeks but am finally on the mend.

Will be seeing a neurosurgeon the 29th of this month to see about my back. Probably looking at surgery there. will let you know.

Everyone else is doing fine. Just wanted you to know I didn't drop off the face of the earth. Just haven't felt like sitting down and trying to think of anything to say. Again I apologize for not staying in touch.

CSI strikes again

2006-05-30T08:08:00.000-05:00

I just read Greg's blog and comments about his passing the funeral director exam and it reminded me of an incident in the ER a few weeks ago.

We had a patient brought in with a gun shot to the head. When the paramedics brought this person in they informed us that there was no gun found at the scene. By the way she was DOS (dead on scene) but the brought the pt in anyway. Another RN and myself let the CSI kick in and we started questioning why was this person moved from the scene, wasn't that tampering with evidence. The coroner was called and when he came, he pronounced this a suicide. Boy that really kicked in the CSI mentality. We were all over him. How could he tell this without taking her to the lab and do all that stuff they do. Was he going to dust the person's hands for gunshot residue to see if it was truly done by self or someone else, since it would be extremely hard to shoot ones self in the head and then dispose of the gun. Where was the entrance wound, it the wound we had examined was the exit wound and there was no visible evidence of another wound. We put him through the ringer.

Long and short of it, we were put in our place by the coroner. But, we weren't satisfied with his answers and we will continue to watch CSI.

Reactions of the "Baby"

2006-05-20T16:49:00.000-05:00

We have been talking with Haley and Hannah about the newest addition to the family. I think Haley is getting excited about it. I told her and Hannah that they would be "aunts" when the baby arrives. Haley thinks that is ever so cool. Hannah's reply, "I don't want to be an ant, they bite you." Of course, in her little mind the only aunt is an ant. When I tried to explain that she would be an aunt like her aunt T she said, "I not big enough." She also told her brother that she didn't want him to have a baby because, "I the baby." I think she is getting a little insecure already because she is asking everyone to "hug me" and this from the most independent child I have ever seen. We have until January to prepare her. Good luck to us!

On another note, I am cleaning out my attic, which in itself is a major job. But, I am also getting ready to have a yard sale the first Saturday of June. Will be placing all the "stuff" no one else wanted that came from Mom's and a bunch of "stuff" I've stored since Dad passed 18 years ago. Mike said, "you won't get rid of any of this stuff. It has been long enough that when you start going through all of this, you won't be able to let it go." actually, since time has passed when I first went through Mom's things, there maybe even MORE stuff I will decide to LET GO. I climbed in the attic this afternoon to start bringing things down and realized I should have started this 3 months ago. So, I will go and get busy again.

Grandparenthood

2006-05-19T10:13:00.000-05:00

In one day, I went from being the Memama of two beautiful little girls and the expected third beautiful little girl to being the GREAT MEMAMA of an expected baby. Our eldest daughter - Tara- married a man a few years older and he had two grown children (he started young). A son who was 20 when Tara and Buddy married and a teenage daughter (17). The son is now 24 and the daughter 21. Our (step) grandson-Jamie-is married to a lovely young lady-Jenny and they announced last night that they are expecting (January). Tara called me at work to ask me how I felt about being a great grandmother. Needless to say I am ecstatic. I have always loved children and like my mother before me, the more the merrier.

I asked my daughter how she felt about being a grandmother (she's 33). Jamie told her the only name left is Granny. She said that's ok, the baby can call her Ta-ta (her nickname since she was a baby). When I told Teri, our youngest daughter, she howled with laughter. The thought of her older sister being a grandmother sent her into rounds of laughter. She said, "I'll have to think of the oldest sounding grandmother name and call Tara." Needless to say we will have fun with this one.

Seriously, I'm very excited about this. One drawback, I am curious how our little 2 y.o. will feel when she realizes HER Bubba will have a baby of his own and that there will be another baby in the family besides her. She is quite possessional (if that is a word). She completely rules her little world and it will be interesting to see how she deals with this little interloper.

Well, now I have two dates to look forward to with great anticipation. The coming of our precious little Maddie and this new little one. It's getting to be so exciting being a grandmother.