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April 13, 2007

another one bites the dust...

heh. what a title for a post about my baby's eighteenth birthday, eh?

tiny little baby--where did he get to?!
i can't believe it's been so long ago that he was so tiny! and then again, it seems like eons...

pay no mind to that big-nosed gal with all the hair and the goofy look on her face. she has no clue what she's doing.

i went to a 'local' ob with corey. well, local as in 'next town over'. there weren't any good ob's here at that time. anyhow, the ob i had was scared snotless of me, but he muddled through the best he could. i mean, really. he did do his best and i appreciated that about him.

the whole hospital experience, though? well, that i really coulda done without. i dunno if the staff was as clueless about diabetics in general or just recently-pregnant lactating ones. GAH! i had iv insulin, then fluids and then two other meds that I can't quite recall... one may have been my long-acting insulin and the other maybe um... antibotics. something like that... anyhow, i had a total of three iv pumps (big ol' computer boxes that gave the iv meds at specific rates & times) mounted on two rolling poles. it was hard for me to really hold corey while i was in the hospital with all that crap on me and forget any 'rooming in'... that was unheard of back then.

he weighed 8 pounds 11 ounces and was the biggest baby in the nursery except for some 11-pounder who was delivered naturally but thankfully that one went home in a couple days. (we were there a week!) and so corey was once again the Biggest Baby in The Place and a marvel to all who passed by.

*sheesh*

so extremely, unbelievably long ago...and now? now we have this...

all grown up... already?

actually, since i was so bumfuzzled when casey's birthday came, i'm going to showcase some of his cutiepieness too.

what a big ol' baby boy!
casey also held the title of Biggest Baby in the nursery most of the time he was there... this time we were in a bigger hospital in a much, much bigger city. lol!

he earned the nickname "bruiser" because when he woke up hungry, needed a diaper changed or was just generally unhappy in any other way, he'd scream and squawl and rock the bassinet so much that soon the nurses learned to always "make sure Bruiser's crib is locked down." lol! i swear! they told me so... every single time they came rushing him into my room! lol!

rooming in was the in thing this time around AND i had NO iv's after the first day. if i'd had any clue at all that travelling the distance (80+ miles) would make THAT much difference, i'd have done it the first time! i was so much more at ease (helps to have knowledgable staff caring more about your needs than the sacred rule book, kwim??) anyhow... i was out this time in 4 days instead of 6 which made everything nicer since i had another little man at home anxious to get his hands on his new little brother.

see my new brudder?

see? whad i tell ya?

so here we are... from 9 pound 7 ounce chubby-cheeked wiggle worm to this::

still a Bruiser
well, no more chubby cheeks. ha ha ha! that's all i got to say about that.

Happy Birthday to my boys. i love you more than you know.

February 14, 2007

is it possible?

must be because i ordered the cap & gown today. *sigh*

my baby is ready to graduate. *sniffle*

i got the tassel with '06 on it because if not for having taken off about 3.5 months to work full time with my dad while tommy's dad was in the hospital and home recovering.. well, he'd have already graduated.

he wanted traditional black (how boring are boys?!?! sheesh!) with a blue/silver tassel. at least i get a little color.

i have no idea what we're gonna do. it'll be a couple weeks before the duds are delivered, so i have a bit of time to come up with something or go crazy while not coming up with something.

more likely that last one. gah.

i'm not sure what's gonna happen with the little (and i mean tiny!) church we've been attending. meaning there just aren't very many people there. i suspect the cold weather doesn't help that a whole lot. neither does the fact that one family that sorta promoted the church in the beginning has now left and i'm not sure what might be going on in that situation.

i know one thing though, the little place that's rented now for the church belongs to that family. *a-heh* yeah. last i heard, though, they'd agreed to extend the lease til the end of this year. maybe, i said maaaybe another place can be found by then. *shrugs* i dunno.

but.... *sheesh* talk about your rabbit trails!... the pastor's wife just came outta the blue back around Christmastime and started talking about some sort of graduation party and how the church wanted to do something for corey's graduation, etc.

when i told her i couldn't speak for him as to a date he'd be "finished", and i still hadn't really come up with any definite plans for a celebration....

she kinda jumped in telling me "we" could do something at the church, but we'd wait til like may, "y'know, closer to normal graduation time.."

i musta made a funny face because she then pedalled backward with "not that you're not normal..." etc. *sigh*

anyhow... i didn't pull out my gigantic hat pin and bust her bubble right there and then, but we'll have his party whenever we get good and ready. "normal graduation time" or not. *gah*

i guess she may have been thinking more about being able to find graduation cards or gifts or something??? but you can get those at any time if you look around a little. *shaking head* i just don't know what all that was about, if anything!?

but never mind.... my baby has finally finished and i'm pretty stunned. not that he finished (shame on you!!) but that i'm at this mile marker! who put me over on the supertrain?? i didn't WANT to be on the supertrain!! *waaaahhhh!*

sheesh. so here i am with my whole life/brain/house/mind/house(repeat repetitively) all a mess and i need to figure out what to do for my picky/hard to figure out/choosy/fussy/nice/finicky/handsome son's first graduation!!

*blabadablabadabla* with the finger flapping of the lips as in craziness.

help me?

January 20, 2007

mamaw passed away tonight

...quietly and in a fair amount of peace. mom and dad were there to see her go. she called dad's name, took what would be her final breath and was gone.

i've never had a prayer answered so precisely and so quickly and it left me feeling shaken. all at once feeling horrible for having prayed such a thing but then.... trying to remember to show thanks for the expediant fulfilment of the prayer.

*sigh*

i know, when i can look logically at the situation, that this is better but then.... to realize that you literally just got off the floor from praying for God to "take someone on" and in a matter of minutes, you get a call telling you this 'someone' has taken a turn for the worse. their body has begun to shut down and the doctor says it is a matter of hours now.

*shudder*

i'm still very troubled by what's happened. but that's another post.

it looks like this will be a long, drawn-out thing as the funeral home had four other people brought in ahead of mamaw that same day... and we have a few people who won't be able to get here for a day or two.

in the meantime, there is the matter of music. dad is very picky about that and there just isn't anyone he knows who's still singing that he wants to sing. he asked me if i thought sis and i could sing with him.

*wha??* i told him maaaybe if i didn't have to see anyone's face... and better yet, if we could sing from the little "music room" beside the foyer out front so i couldn't hear anyone, either... and even then it would still depend on what song we sang. it's hard enough to sing at a stranger's funeral, let me tell you. but to sing at your own mamaw's?!? (even though we did do that for our other grandma--but that was different.. long story)

anyhow.. a buddy of tommy's has a recording studio soooo we could go record the songs and let them play through the speaker system and save ourselves all that emotional turmoil. i just hope this guy can be around to do the recording!

*siiigh*

so anyhow.... it's pretty much kinda like a dazed chaos here. dad and mom both seem to be doing okay. there are, of course, tons of calls to make and take, so they're staying busy. i know you can try and prepare yourself for this kinda thing and i know daddy's been doing that for a good year now. and he's always been a great stoic in times like these.

i just happened to call to check on things about 5 minutes after mamaw passed, and i heard the tears in daddy's voice. surprising really, considering how he is... but when i didn't say anything back immediately, he answered back with no trace of those tears and said, "now, geannie, she's in a better place. she's not hurting and she's happy. be happy for her and not sad."

to which i answered, with my tears held back, "okay, daddy. what do you need me to do?"

so... now i'm off to go find the answer to that.

blessings---

January 19, 2007

rough and rocky roads ahead, says i...

mamaw's in the hospital. nurse-cousin appeared to do her "swoop in and save the day" thing (which was good... she should have, cuz mom was just not able!) and got mamaw in to see her nephrologist (kidney doc). he was working out of his office in another county, closer to nurse-cousin's house, which is waaaay far from nursing home, but anyhow... she ended up calling me about this stuff because she couldn't reach my parents.

the night before, dad had taken both the boys on a job that turned out to be a nasty one that lasted til about 6am, so he had been sleeping with phones off and mom was running errands. guess nurse-cousin just lost their cell numbers. *sigh* anyhow, it was fine that she called me. kept mom from feeling as if n/c was somehow accusing mom or whatever. cuz that was the first thing out of mom's mouth... how she couldn't take mamaw to the doctor since she can't even get up by herself anymore and how she'd have to get 'blah-blah' (name of disabled transport company) to come get her and then she'd have a real fit, etc., etc.

anyhow, i calmed mom down because to me at least, n/c didn't sound that way at all. it may well have been a different story had she talked to mom, though. anyhow.... mamaw's blood tests were not coming back very good. and it looked like the doc would recommend her going to hospital.

unless she was practically dying and two docs agreed or whatever, my dad is the only one with legal authority to have mamaw put in hospital. n/c can't do that on her own.

i didn't think they'd do it last night, but they did. this morning, mom calls to ask if the boys can come help load up mamaw's recliner and tv, etc. so they can clear out her room at the nursing home. (it's in another county, remember?) the plan was to get her into the one here in town... where she's been on the waiting list for over three years!! mom had her put on it because she knew how hard it was to get someone in there!

and quite obviously so because after planning to clear out the current room, she finds out that it's slim to nil that a room will become available within the next four days (that's as long as m3dic@re will pay to hold the current room!) so... now we're back to leaving her stuff (except for going to get her "most stealable small stuff") for the four days, seeing how well she is doing in the hospital and then contemplating whether or not to let the room go and risk not being able to get a room here (or anywhere within a 5 county area!!!) or coughing up money to hold the room. *siiigh* that's what daddy had to do last time.

and we're pretty fed up with how this home is "taking care" of mamaw. waiting til a problem is "A PROBLEM" and then chasing their tails to try and fix it. ??? that's not good health care!!! gah!

anyhow.. at least if she was closer to home, we could keep a closer eye on her... we could reach out and smack a doc's head if he wasn't doing what he should be... we could keep a constant glare on the nurses, etc. so they'd know we were watching them. (nancze, if you're around... you know i'm not griping at you here... but i know you know this kinda stuff happens, too... and i think lotsa time it's the doc's fault too... the nurses and aides are terrified to make one move til doc says (red tape, anyone?) and most of the time he/she has so little an idea of the patient's actual condition, they let it go til it's really bad, etc. *sigh*)

gah... so we're in limbo and mom's in a terrible state worried to death that there'll be no other option than for her to take mamaw home and care for her. that would be an awful situation because
#1 - mom would so resent it. (long story there, but believe me, she has a right)
#2 - she'd kill herself trying to care for mamaw
#3 - mamaw would take advantage of mom
#4 - not one single relative would offer a helping hand (excluding me, i mean! -- i'm talking about all those who've sat around saying "call if you need anything, i'll be right here to help" yeah...riiiiight)
#5 - it would literally kill my mother. i've watched her almost wither away before while trying to tend to two other elderly relatives, again from dad's side of the family.. while not one other blood relative offered to see to them.
#6 - there would never be one word of thanks offered. that is, not unless a profound change took place. dad's relatives have never been given to thanking my mother for her selfless help in times of need.

i just don't think i could stand to see that happen. mom and dad, mom especially, have always tried to keep me out of the down-and-dirty of things like this... so i'm pretty clueless about some things and who did or didn't do what, etc.... but i do believe i know enough about what my mother HAS done for many, MANY of dad's relatives to be able to bawl out the rest of them for shamelessly wanting to dump mamaw on my mom. they've been encouraging her (mamaw) the whole time each time she'd start talking about how she could come home.... "why sure you would do better at home. phyllis could come and check on you during the day, etc., etc. and so forth" mindlessly volunteering my mom for care duty. when they have NO CLUE how much mom has on her plate and how little energy she has.

GAH!!!!!!

*sigh* sorry. i just get SO MAD when i think about this stuff. it's just endless. she (mom) told me yesterday that she had a nightmare. then she talked about something else for a minute, then she proceeded to tell me about this nightmare... seems in the nightmare, dad's brother had gone and pulled mamaw out of the home and while mom and dad sat completely unaware at their house, uncle backed up to their door and was "unloading" mamaw with all her stuff on their doorstep!!!!!

yes. now that was indeed a nightmare. and it told me exactly what her worst fear is. she is terrified of having to take care of mamaw.

i love my mamaw, don't get me wrong. but i know how she has treated my mother and for that, i have reserved the right to not like her so much. when my mom's oldest brother died, i was just a toddler... dad's brother's marriage was as usual, on the rocks and mamaw had his three kids.. the youngest was about 4 years older than me... they (mamaw & papaw) were in the middle of stripping tobacco at that time.... but mamaw told mom she couldn't watch me while mom went to be with her family. even though she had the other three right there in the barn with her and i was old enough to walk and had spent lots of days with the family in the barn just like that while mom helped work.... over and over... things like that hurt my mom and let her know how mamaw felt about her.

but who ended up being there whenever mamaw needed help? uncle's wife? um... no. they divorced and she's in georgia and the woman he married next was a pure loon. (she's now in and out of mental institutions and yes, they're still married) so my mother feels extremely used and unappreciated, but she'd never turn her back on anyone in a time of need. everyone just walks all over her.

i despise that.

*long weary sigh*

sorry... i didn't mean for this to be a long railing rant, but there you are. that's where i am today. worrying about my mother. instead, i must pray!!! pray for peace to settle in her mind. for the Lord to take all fear and anger from her spirit and give her a sense of peace... allow her to just trust in Him for whatever comes next. stop making up "what if's" and just build up her faith so that no matter what, she can do all things through Christ which strengtheneth her. :) (Phillipians 4:13)

same goes for me... i need peace and strength above all. the tension just starts knotting up inside me. for mamaw's sake, i hope she doesn't just linger on in pain. for all out sakes, really. that just isn't good for anyone. mamaw is already miserable because to begin with she WALKED into the er and after two weeks in hospital, she came out UNABLE to walk (negligence of doctor, imho!!!!) and now she is in this state. this woman who has always been mistaken for being a good 20-25 years younger than she really is... it's been very hard for her to go so quickly from quite able-bodied to this state of utter frailty. i can't imagine. well, yes, i can.... but you never ever want to. it's an ugly frightening thing to imagine. and yet, it is so.

please pray if you think of it. oh... also another prayer request that's a little more pressing... tommy has been made several offers on this 'new' truck of his. it's a really really good truck. the best one he's ever had, really. it runs good and all but like two things work (needs new wiper motor for delayed wipers) and something else.. minor stuff. anyhow... he's got about $800 in the thing... and it's worth way more... and he's been offered 2K. a very decent offer.

that's really great and he'd be jumping at it except that the money won't be 'free'... we need to pay property taxes and catch up a couple of other bills with it. we could probably leave about $800 of it for him to use to get another truck... but as for finding another sweetheart of a truck like this one? it's not very likely. but we really need the money... but we have another car to drive if the explorer were to go down or something....

but it's a great truck.... but we really need the money.

see? tommy's going nuts about it. i told him i sure didn't know what to do. this truck is an automatic, which means even i can drive it! *woo!* most he finds are manuals.... *sigh* i told him maybe this is where faith comes in. his dilemma is not knowing. he wants to KNOW what the Lord wants him to do. how can we ever KNOW that for certain til we actually do something? or are we realllly supposed to know for certain before we actually DO something??? *sigh* it's hard. but he needs to make a decision today.

TODAY.

please pray for a clear direction on this. it would be muchly appreciated.

thank you all sooooo much!

better entry soon, i promise. gotta run.

love ya!

December 28, 2006

a little mind lint for you...

okay, so finally a post-Christmas post. *heh*



i dunno what it is, but i'm gettin' way too melancholy these days. i know. you're shocked.

well, i mean this is not my usual melancholy. this is different. this is serious and not a specific melancholy.

like our gentleman oscar slapping the mother-in-law title on me fresh after the engagement! *sheesh* man! i'm about to flip what with 40 staring me in my cataract-y, bifocal-needing, bleary, bloodshot, droopy eyeballs! don't be layin' mother-in-law on me too!

*heh* funny how we attach certain conotations to certain words? i have to admit that my first reaction to the word (words?.. hm...) mother-in-law is not one of peace and serenity. that's because, sadly, most of the interaction with my mother-in-law hasn't been that way.

let me quickly interject here that over the years, our relationship has gotten much MUCH better. and i know MILs i'd rather die than have as my own... so i have to be thankful for mine.... but we don't have a cozy relationship. but it is a good one. it's just that "title", for lack of a better term... it carries so many awful or silly or scary images, ya know? for me, it's an automatic reaction to just tense up when i hear it. so to be called that? how's that for weird? gah! i'm trying to think up another word....

as for all that melancholy stuff... well, this Christmas seemed especially hard. most all of you know my maternal grandmother died on Christmas morning of '02. it's hard to lose someone on a holiday like that. it always lingers over every preceeding celebration. even though we knew grandma wasn't going to last much longer, it was still a shock.

and then there is the way all plans for the day are disrupted. corey was just 13 and casey only 9 when grandma died. i remember they got a k'nex big ball tower. it had over 2,000 pieces! they were so excited and had just got it opened when i got the news from daddy about grandma. they knew what had happened and that i was leaving to go help with things because she was dead. i was gone for about 3 hours and had only come home because mom threatened me. she kept telling me basically that i was "too weak" to be there, etc. her words were "you will get too tired" and "you need to rest". actually...those are the same things grandma always said to mom whenever she came to take care of her at the nursing home.

*sigh*

so anyhow.... all those memories hang over my Christmases and i know they bring mommy down too. she's getting better with each passing year i think... but after the final gathering (breakfast at my house on Christmas morning) she starts looking vacant and sad and wants to leave for the cemetery. i'm glad that now, at least, she comes back looking more peaceful than used to.

this year, i thought i was going to end up at the hospital or in bed before all the gatherings were over. i really had some major pain going on with my back. after my MILs episode with her leg and having to help her get around, well, that put some real strain on my back. that was the 20th.

on the 21st, we tried to get some errands run and such. my back was bothering me a little, but nothing out of the ordinary. anyhow... my leg started hurting!!!!! i couldn't believe it, and i didn't dare tell any of them. weirder still, it started after a trip to the bathroom (a number one trip, okay?!) it was in the middle of my thigh and felt like a circulation thing except that it would shoot down my leg and around my hip to my back occasionally.

like i said, i tried to keep it to myself. after about an hour, the pain wore off. i figured it was just some fluke and forgot about it.

my sugars had been high that day, so i was drinking a lot of water so....well, you know... i had to make another trip and darnit if it didn't happen again!!!??? anyhow, this time it hurt worse & was very painful to walk. one of the guys asked what was up with me and i said, "i'm not telling" so then tommy thought aunt flo had descended upon me.

*sheesh!!!* after another trip to the toilet and trying to not put any weight on the right side and STILL ending up with even more excruciating pain, i finally had to tell. "my leg is hurting." at this point, i could barely walk.

corey suggested the heat pad, which was a huge relief and helped ease the pain sooner, but it was so much worse... it took about 3 hours before it was really better.

i was getting really worried and kinda mad thinking what the heck am i gonna do? it won't do much good to go to my GP as he's really not much help except for the very basics and so who else do you go to??? but thank God it was better the next morning and didn't bother me again.

the 22nd, we busted rump around here trying to get everything ready for the BIG DAY (engagement/charades/freaky-me-out day!! woot) since i'd been either gone or unable to get around for a few days, things were NOT going according to The List. *sigh*

we just worked and worked... putting up stuff, cleaning, putting stuff up, cleaning, putting things away, cleaning and putting stuff where it belonged. *heh* by the end of the day, my back was feeling pretty raunchy. I was just thankful that my leg didn't hurt too!

so then decemeber 23rd. THE day arrived. the day corey had talked about for over a month now. and?? we still had a lot of stuff to do. my back was still bad, but i just kept at it. after all the little nit-picky stuff there always is to do, we barely h ad everything done and those pesky lindas... they arrived precisely on time (unlike the pathetic geannies, who are a l w a y s late no matter what!), so i didn't even have time to put on any makeup!! egads!!

anyhow, like usual, when you have other things going on, good company and exciting events happening, the pain is somehow easier to push aside and that's what i did that night. as described in this post, things went marvelously. i made it through all the festivities and only had a medium collapse after it was all over.

Christmas eve of course, we had church and thank God we all had clothes ready. i don't think i could've ironed one stroke that morning. tommy rubbed my back down with some freezone stuff and i hobbled to church. remember, the church we attend now is just starting up and uses padded folding chairs. you'd think they'd be comfy enough, but with an achy back? man, they're really tough on you! i am usually good til about halfway through the sermon, then i start having to move around to find a more comfortable position, etc.

anyhow, we had prepared ingredients for potato soup ahead of time and that had been slow-cooking while we were gone. the aroma was a pleasant welcome home! i got home to find that my sugar was high... a bit over 300...which meant i couldn't eat any potato soup til it went down. :*( what a bummer. but somehow it didn't knock the wind out of me like it might have in the past. we all sat in the living room, the guys eating soup and garlic bread and me downing my water like a good hyperglycemic diabetic, while watching the end of some Christmas movie.

after, we opened the blessing jar. tommy, who admittedly hadn't kept up with writing his paper every day, ended up reading most of them... and crying. the things the rest of us had written seemed to overwhelm him. i told the guys that for this year, i wanted to keep the jar for all year, not just the month of december. we'll see how that goes.

so then we prayed together, thanking God for all these blessings and the ones we couldn't even think of, etc... and for the gift of togetherness and of course, the gift of His Son. then we opened gifts. when the boys were little, i never dreamed that it'd get so much harder to buy for them the older they got, but SHEESH!! we got corey mostly just what he picked out and told me he wanted... an emt bls pocket quick guide (basic life saving), a muscle car calendar, a day runner, and his only surprises... mustang gt emblems for his car and a box of gourmet hot sauces! lol!

for casey, we got an emt rain jacket (official, no less!), a stethoscope and a leather badge holder (so he can wear his badge on his belt when not in uniform). he also got a hoodie and a christian tshirt he'd been wanting.

tommy got a new shaver since his old one was broken. and a new sweater, a heavyduty boggin and i forget... something else...oh! a kentucky afield dvd about deer. the boys got him deer hunting stuff, too.

me? well, i almost passed out over my gift. i got this!!! see? i told you i about died!! i knew they'd been talking about getting me a new flat panel display. i've been wanting one since forever!! my monitor's been getting stupid for quite awhile... just kinda going 'in spells'. anyhow... one day tommy comes home with this 17" flat screen monitor. (i'd been using our OLD old 15" since the goofy one was just messing with my eyes too much!) so where'd he get it?

a guy at work had found it on the side of the road with the trash. yep. i'm using it now and have been for the last 3 weeks. it has a few scratches, but seems to work fine except for the fact that the window content is a tiny bit skewed to one side and it can't be adjusted out. it's not enough to affect the use of the monitor. i was thrilled!

anyhow, in the weeks before Christmas, i'd been struggling MIGHTILY with printing some wallet-sized photos of corey and melissa to send with cards and letters (that i waited til the 23rd to send!) i'd also had a horrible time trying to print some gift photos for tommy's parents before that! ended up having to burn them to cd and take them to office depot to print!! gah! my printer just wouldn't #1 - print the right colors and #2 - print at the correct placement on the paper!!! GAH!

so the guys decided to get me this photo printer and it is da bomb!! i've printed a ton of photos. i took this one on Christmas morning when mamaw was with us:

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..and printed several copies right off to send home with people. mamaw thought it was hot stuff. ;)

oh, that's all of us... tommy with his parents in the back, my boys on either side, my parents on the right, my sis and her hubby in the back left and me and mamawin the center.

okay, so by Christmas morning? it took all my effort to walk to the shower. actually, tommy had to help me in there. again, he rubbed me down with the stinging freezone. i put on my best face and hobbled to the kitchen.

Christmas morning breakfast is sort of a new tradition. we started it to help take mom's mind off grandma's death. give her a reason to get out of the house and something else to think about for awhile. it was also a way to keep mamaw from insisting that we crowd into her little trailer. there's just so much more room up here. plus, it keeps tommy's parents from spending the day alone, too.

*sigh* it is always a tall order, but this year, just the way things worked out, it was monumental! i honestly didn't know if i'd make it. tommy's parents arrived first, as usual. i don't care that they come. i don't mind that at all, but i resent the way he behaves. see the photo up there and then this one below? it's like they have to prove what a tight family they are, etc. and they will all tend to act as if there's no one else around... for instance

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when the three of them sat on the couch together here (that's tommy's head peepin' over mamaw's cotton-puffy hair there), fil pulled a box of photos from under the coffee table and he and mil, and then tommy started looking through them. mamaw, as you can see, is in the wheelchair at the end of the couch and corey, dad and i are sitting on the love seat at the other end... but when they were done with a batch of photos, they'd stick them back in the envelope and put them back in the box. *rolling eyes wearily*

that's just the kind of thing they do. after about a half hour of that kinda thing, with poor mamaw leaning over trying to get a peek i reached into the box for a package of pix. fil says in a kinda irritated voice, "no, she's [meaning mil]already looked at those!"

{just fyi::: you're reading nothing i haven't already talked to tommy about, so i'm sorry to bust yer bubble, but i'm not airing my dirty laundry. lol!}

and if you knew me in person, (linda? lol!) you'd be able to hear my response... "i don't care if she's looked at 'em. i'm takin' these to mamaw to look at!" then i think i added "silly" or some such before an uncomfortable tension settled in the room. even though... everyone else is used to that kinda behavior... from me AND them. *heh*

so anyhow, finally the rest of us got to look at pix from years gone by... the boys on camping trips, in diapers, with buddies, fishing trips, etc., etc.. what memories.

mamaw opened her gifts from us. i'd given her a decorated sweatshirt from cracker barrel. she seemed to like it. it's so hard to buy for her anymore, ya know?

i felt so bittersweet the whole time she was there. i talked with her about silly things and just recent events or what was going on with other family members and how things had been going for her at the home. but it wasn't until they were getting ready to leave that i had to tell her what i'd been thinking for such a long time...

i hadn't been to see mamaw in almost 2 months. seems like everytime i had planned to go, something would happen. either something with me, or the vehicle or someone/something else. but most of it was me. i just hadn't felt able to go. there was the viral outbreak that i didn't want to expose myself to... maybe i should have? then there's been all this crapola going on with my sugars.

it's been lots worse than i've told you. stuff going on almost daily sometimes. (more on this later, perhaps)

anyhow, i eased down to tell mamawhow bad i felt for not getting down there to see her more often. the tears came then. i told her i wanted to come so many times, but i just didn't have the energy, or i was just plain sick because of the lows. then she started to cry and kissed my forehead. that's uncommon for mamaw, but then she said she didn't want me to make a trip if it hurt me and that she loved me.

all the guys helped get her outside and off the porch. i buckled her into the car and we cried and talked some more.

i don't know how many more Christmases we'll have mamaw with us. i wonder if this was the last one? i was thankful that i got that group picture. i usually don't insist on doing that. but i'm starting now.

i thought about how much more at ease sis's hubby is with all of us. he actually talks to us now! seriously. it's a gigantic step compared to before! same goes for somebody else new to the family. *wink*

but bil really needs Jesus. i thought about how we're in all these different situations and we're always there to show Jesus to someone. it doesn't have to be a lost person. we Christians need to be reminded that Jesus lives in us, too. it's a little pick-me-up to see Jesus in our fellow man. it is a blessing to see it.

when everyone had gone after Christmas breakfast, the four of us just kinda spontaneously gathered around the island in the kitchen and said "it was all worth it" ahhhh. and even though i am still suffering with back pain, i agree.

who knows if we'll all be together like that ever again? who knows if you'll see that person at the store again? on the bus/train.. at that intersection? soon the 'daily grind' will take us over again and all the warm fuzzies of the season will slip away. make a commitment to remember... do a good deed. say a kind word. give a friendly wave or a smile.

showing Jesus isn't so hard. it's keeping the heart right that is the challenge.

i commit to trying harder to being a kinder person. to remembering that i have no promise of tomorrow. this may be my last breath...the last clack of my keyboard. Lord, help me to make it count for You.
in Jesus' name
--amen

i know this is scattered and choppy and just plain nuts, but thanks for reading.

God bless you!

December 26, 2006

we made it! boy, how we made it! ;)

well, i'm here folks! not moving so fast and quite worn out, but happy and full of not only good food, but an abundance of blessings and happy memories!

...and especially faahnt-say news!

first big doin's for us here at home was having linda and crew over... or corey's sweetheart and her family over fer dainties (bwah-ha-ha! roughest looking dainties you ever saw, eh, linda?)

anyhow... after having a few wrenches thrown in the week-long clean-up plan (like that thing w/my mil... who is doing TONS better now, praise God!) i was panicking as usual and we'd all kicked into overdrive saturday morning. i barely had time to put everything together (with much!! help from my boys!) before the lindas began to arrive!

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they were naughty (heh) and brought a box full of wonderful goodies they'd made..jellies and jams and salsa and cookies cut and painted to be the nativity... i mean, we got a ton-a stuff! even though....the agreement was that the only gifting was to be between the kids *ahem* ...the kids leave it to linda to break the rules. *sheesh*

so we had this ridiculously fun time playing Christmas charades! turns out that some people had never even played charades before....

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like mr. linda here. *heh, heh* it doesn't look like he's doing much in this pic, but he was the best charader of the lot of us, excluding the kids! lol!


melissa

of course, melissa had to play because... she just had to! (seems there was this dare between her and the parents... if they played, she would and so on..) anyhow, even though she looks as if she's horse-whipping a child here, she's actually supposed to be doing "mistletoe" and apparently hating every moment as evidenced by the careless way she holds said imaginary herb over her head. finally she made a barely perceptible smoochy sign and her dad blurted it out because none of the kids even knew what mistletoe was anyway and are probably still asking why you kiss under it.


and even...i say, EVEN linda played!!! i mean it!! i am dead serious. cross my heart, hope to die, stick a needle in my thigh! lookit---

linda

it looks like linda's toasting the adults' first annual Christmas charades win here with an imaginary glass of cider, but she's actually doing a charade. i think this one was wrapping paper and if it was wasn't for her setting a box down and then cutting around it with scissors, i'd have never guessed it!! lol! but i did because i guess us moms really are the only ones who wrap gifts correctly! roflol!

and yes, yes... i did charades too. but since i was taking snapshots, no silly pix of me were taken and even if they had been, they wouldn't ever be published abroad because i know where you live. corey made up the list of thingies and my casey ran the video camera (we dug out our honkin' old one we've had since corey was a baby! woah!) and yeah, tommy did some too, but i didn't have any funny ones of him and besides...i need to get on with things here before i get tired and pass out.

after all the hubbub of charades, when we'd all but given up... corey finally gave melissa her Christmas gift.

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this is after the bag with the colorized 50's couple on the front, kissing under mistletoe which read "SO MANY MEN... SO LITTLE MISTLETOE" hmmm....?
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after a split-second funny little frown from mel, corey's assuring her that her gift is not an old potpourri pot. so she keeps unwrapping....
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in this shot, she sees a hallmark ornament box. i'm not sure how long she pondered what kind of ornament it was or if it even sank in because soon she had that open and was unrolling all the plastic packaging.
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inside was something like this... (ignore the awful photography) anyhow.... um, can you guess what corey asked her next???
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...or what her answer was?

*ahem* yes. *clink, clink, clink* yes, dear blogdom... it is with great pleasure that i share with you the engagement of my son corey to linda's daughter melissa.

it's about more than i can absorb right now. well, especially right now. but slowly, slowly i'm grasping the reality.

now, before you start making comments or sending me panicky emails....they will be having a long engagement. corey has college. let alone, um high school to finish! lol! he just felt strongly about this and like a wild horse, there was no stopping him. (bwah-ha-ha...how many ways can that be taken? hm?)

okay...i'll save the rest of this weekend for another post, uhkay? i'm just realllly, reallllllllly tired now for some reason.

gah! ;)

ps: [fyi::: in the ring pic above the kissy one...that is this little ornament with a little solitaire around those little packages on the little seat of the little swing. this was all corey's own little idea which shows he did get a little something from me. *grin* go corey!] *pththt*

later----------

October 25, 2006

mamaw

they got her into a nursing home in the next town yesterday evening. she was admitted for therapy and this place is supposed to have one of the best physical therapy programs in the immediate area, so... ??

she did really well with the news. some non-reality-based relatives kept talking about "waiting to hear back from" some contacts about getting someone to stay at home with mamaw... what? oh, how much? um, just $850+ per week, that's all.

*mouth gaping open* oh, really. hmm. and of course they just expect that my dad can afford such an expense. idiots.

that's after realizing that my mom wasn't going to stay down there with her. (my grandmother lives in a trailer about 45 yeads from my parents' house) never mind that she's just not physically able, or that she does have a couple of other businesses to run. noooo. nobody thinks about that stuff.

why would they? my mom and dad have been the constants in mamaw's care for years. dad's brother has lived about 180 miles away and you never knew if he could afford to make the trip down, let alone whether he had a vehicle to drive anyway. he lives here now, so at least he can come visit her, but to help with her care in a real sense? no. his nurse-daughter, who always acts as if my parents have done her some favor when they take mamaw to the e.r. or the countless doctor appointments and lab tests, etc... as if she was "planning" to do anything herself in the first place. *retching sounds* she's made these promises to mamaw for years in times of medical stress -- "Mamaw, I won't ever let you go in a nursing home. I promise you that." i don't know what her reasoning was for doing that. it usually came out at least sounding like some kind of accusatory thing, but who knows... anyhow... it's all just bizarre.

the boys and i went down to see her this afternoon, but traffic was awful because of some interstate accident, then we almost had a wreck, then my sugar went low, so we stopped to eat... by then it was time to head home so we could make it to revival. *sigh* but we were able to make sure where the home was exactly. i'm gonna try to go back tomorrow after a hair appointment, Lord willing and i'm not hurting too bad. *gah*

mamaw's still on the oxygen 24/7, but they're trying to get her up to walk some. problem with that is she just doesn't seem to have the energy to move once they get her up. it's like it wears her out to get up. *sigh*

and mamaw does tend to be a pretty sedentary person. if there's someone around who will do things for her, she is very amicable to lettling them go right ahead and do it. that may be something that would overcome her discomfort of being away from home. she loves to talk to whoever's around, especially if they're "tending to" her.

*sigh* i just dunno. i mean, she's 93 years old for goo'niss sakes! she's always just bounced back like *snap* so this is kinda... well, shocking, i guess. but she's sure in worse shape than she was two weeks ago.

oh, and the initial hemorrhaging thing? it was a small bleeding ulcer that was corrected within the first three days by changing some meds. it was after the flatlining (that's the story we got from nurses, anyhow) and the stay in icu that she really went downhill. everything about that is really fishy.

frankly, since nurse-cousin knows all the people at that hospital? i'm glad she's now somewhere else. i always feel like we're not getting the whole story, like there have been instruction given to only tell us so much, or some watered-down version. very worrisome.

*sigh*

anyhow. there's that.

it's late. i gotta go.

August 01, 2006

if you got up to speed, you'd break the sound barrier

Lemme see if I can coherently give you a quick rundown....

Thursday night 7/27:


  • the Lindas all came over so Mr. Linda could look at the You-Know-What.
  • both Corey and Casey had to go to work at around 9pm, so they left whilst the Lindas were still here
  • then the Lindas left around 10pm or so just after Tommy sliced into his right thumb on purpose then threw the pocket knife with which he was doing the slicing almost stabbing Mr. Linda in the face. all the Lindas sped away as I threatened to beat Tommy with my massive purse if he didn't go to the ER.
  • after we stopped the bleeding, I finally put Tommy to bed and settled down with the TV to wait on the boys again. don't like going to bed til they get home. thankfully, this time they get back around midnight! so we all hit the hay!

    Friday 7/28:

  • the phone rings at about 5am. it's MIL calling to tell us that, guess what? FIL is back in the hospital again. okay, what now? they're not sure. pain from back to upper chest, etc., etc. he's in observation. we both head up to the hospital to see what the heck is going on again.
  • I end up staying there til about 8pm just to keep MIL company (and from going bonkers, too)

    Saturday 7/29:

  • we go to the Lindas' house for Mr. Z's 6th birthday party in the afternoon. i don't even remember what went on that morning... don't ask. we take Tucker with us. at around 4:30p or so, we decide that it's now or never for going to mow FIL's massive, ginormous, hulking yard/field grass-growth area. so we secure Mr. & Mrs. Linda's word that they won't kill our boy and leave Corey behind and off we go to mow... with two dinky mowers.
  • by this point, I'm exhausted and Tommy's not doing much better either. so while he and Casey mow, I decide well, what the heck, I'll "tidy up a little". understatement. of. the. year. heh! ;)
  • they mow and I chase body powder around and do laundry for almost five hours straight. yes, you read that right. the one mower runs out of gas. they use the other mower to go get more gas (from shed -- did I mention this is a 12 acre place?) for it, but then it runs out of gas, then it just stops running all together. and... there's not a drop more gas on the whole place. so we load up to get Corey and more gas.
  • finally get back to FIL's and head straight on up into the back 40 since we have the jumper cables with us. Got first mower gassed up, then since it's dark and neither mower has headlights, we need Explorer for lightage. follow first mower way back into woods (where IL's keep a walking path mowed) to find non-running mower. Get it started and finally we start out, but it's dangerous in dark, even with SUV headlights. it's slow going.
  • we finally make it back down to the shed to put up the one mower (other stores in a shed at top of hill) to find it all locked up... MIL has come home while we were up in woods. so we open it all back up and put up mower, then knock on door hoping she won't call 911. she doesn't.
  • we finally head back home. Corey was fed sustinance at the Lindas but we had not eaten since cake at 2pm...and before that? um, nothing much. so Case, Tommy and I were pretty starved. (there wasn't much in IL's fridge, so we didn't even try to eat outta there) we stop at waffle house, eat then go home and fall into bed (after showers!) at around 1am. sheesh!

    Sunday 7/30:

  • Tommy and Corey go to work around 7:30am to help Dad with that bad leaky mess job I mentioned in an earlier post. thankfully, they are home in plenty of time to watch our favorite church service. awesome service!!!
  • sometime or other yesterday, they figure out that FIL's gallbladder is the culprit of his pain now. I am giving him hard way to go about making sure he sees to it they get all his rotting parts out this time. he laughs because he likes me.
  • they're talking about doing the surgery on Monday when Tommy has to drive to Indiana for work and I have to be in Lex for a doctor's appointment. nice. see? FIL is always making trouble. (he's laughing)
  • I have to go get groceries because I've been trying to get them for the past three days without success. I insist on going alone because the last two days of traveling around with the other male personages of my household has made me want to jump out of the vehicle while driving over the speed limit down very curvy roads. just ask them.
  • but then I sitll have to rush because guess who has to go see guess who else again today after spending like 8 hours together the day before! what's with these teenage hooligans?!?!
  • i don't remember anything else. my neck and shoulders hurt like heck.

    Monday 7/31:

  • Tommy leaves at 6:45 for his trip. I leave at 8am. Mom goes with me, of course, so we stop at the hospital quickly before we leave. the doctor had already done the final test to confirm the gallbladder was the actual problem. nasty problem... causing infection in liver and blockage where it should empty into intestines. hence, the pain. ugh!
  • it takes longer getting through my appointment, but somehow I don't mind. the final report was...


  • my A1c reading was 6.7% which is fantabulous! target is under 7%, so whoo-hoo!
  • average blood sugar was 143. my hard target is 130. target range is 100-160. cooool!!
  • i have lost 8 pounds since I was there last (4 months), so 2 pounds/month woah! and I've lost 13 pounds since the beginning of the year.... without really trying other than just not eating when I'm not hungry... and then um... well, trying to not BE hungry as often as I can. heh

  • i get reports during the day from MIL. FIL does great with his surgery and is up walking around by the time we get back into town and go up to the hospital to see him. they say he'll be released in the morning. PTL!

    Tuesday, 8/1

  • went with Tommy to ear doc. he's been having trouble with his left ear for quite some time now. tried several different things, but nothing has helped, so...
  • the audiologist did her tests after the dr. looked and could see no fluid. the tests show he has some low-tone nerve damage. I was ready to jump on my soapbox about all the unprotected exposure to guns and engines, etc... but doc stops me and says that this kind of damage is rarely produced by exposure to that kind of noise. more likely it could have been a virus or something like that. they ordered an MRI which he goes for next week to make sure there's nothing besides the nerve damage that they can't see.
  • if it is nothing else, then his only option will be a hearing aid. doc seemed to try to 'assure' him he didn't need to think about it til it affected his daily life. we both looked at each other and said it does!
  • doc says the new digital hearing aids are nothing at all like the old ones. much more adjustable and not like a simple amplifier... they can be adjusted to various tones, etc. but they aren't covered by insurance and run about 2K. ahhh, there's the rub. well, we'll manage it somehow. God will provide what he needs I'm sure.
  • the entire time we were gone, his phone was beeping and buzzing and ringing. no wonder he's half loopy. I hate that thing. the man was off from 12pm on, and the phone never stopped. that just is NOT fair. gargh.

July 08, 2006

stewing something over...

That's what we call it when we're studying (thinking) on something. When we're (country folkses) trying to figure out the best course of action, etc.

*sigh*

I haven't really talked this out with anyone and it's been bugging me A LOT.

I'll try not to be too confusing, but once you get the jist of what went on, you'll understand why I might be a little um...excited, to put it mildly, VERY MILDLY, and a little hard to follow.

Okay...*deep breath* I had made Casey an appointment for last Thursday to get a checkup. Tommy had had an earache for over two weeks (dumbhead!) and finally decided it wasn't going to just go away...he called telling me it was killing him the afternoon before, so I called the office and they said just bring him in on Casey's appointment.

*whew*

The things God uses for good, huh? I'm SO thankful that Tommy was there, too. That way I wasn't the only one to witness the shameful, shocking, awful behavior.

So in we go. Case and I met Tommy up there and we all went back to the exam room together, which is how we usually do things. And in comes Dr. K. He asks what's wrong with Casey. Nothing, we tell him, he just hadn't had a checkup in a long time and I thought it was a good idea for him to have one.

*sigh*

Then the bad stuff begins. Doc starts asking him the apparently "usual" checkup questions..."Do you smoke or use dip? Do any kinda drugs or alcohol?" Case is all like *hmph! "Nooo, noooo." with this *duh!!* tone of voice, ya know? THEN? Then Doc says, "Are ya havin' sex?"

*falls on floor*

I swear, people. I was dumbstruck. I remember Tommy and I looking at each other, but there was more talking going on so we didn't even have time to assimilate THAT shock til he went on with M - O - R - E ! ! !

*screams!!!*

Doc then lays THIS li'l tidbit of wisdom on my poor child:

"The most important thing I can tell you is Always wear a condom."

Lord help me, folks. I thought I'd pass on right then and there. I don't know WHAT was wrong with me!!! The only excuse I have is that I was SO SHOCKED that I couldn't get my mouth and brain in gear enough to blast him, or at least yank Case off the table and walk out.

*scream some more*

Doc makes positively sure that Case know what a condom is. Then repeats how important the wearing of one is and then tells him that "Because it's going to happen, maybe not right now, or next year but it will happen and you have to be smart."

NOW---Let me lay a little background info on you... Doc? He got married the week before my sister did. So he's been married a little over three months, uhkay? And I guess his baby is about 2 months old or so.

*cocks jaw, raises eyebrow and looks in your eyes*

I have never judged him OR his wife who is a nurse in his office. I never said anything ugly to either of them.

But I'll be danged if he's gonna sit there and try to prep my THIRTEEN YEAR OLD son to avoid the mistake his THIRTY YEAR OLD self, medical doctor self no less, wasn't moral enough, not to mention smart enough to avoid himself.

AAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!

So...I'm now trying to get myself in letter-writing mode. That's what we decided would be the best thing. Just write a letter letting him know how offended we are by how he talked to our son, etc., etc.

I just dread it I guess. But it needs doing. Somehow, the Wordtiger in me is deeply sedated and I can't work up a lather enough to shoot out some fiery words that will let him know I mean business.

*sigh*

I'm just losing it altogether. Wah.

Anyhow...there's that trauma. If you have any suggestions, let me know. I need all the help I can get.

~hugs~

July 07, 2006

i'm drawing a plank here...(and casey news)

I'm SERIOUS!!

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See?

Oh wait...I mean "Drawing a BLANK!" Gah!! I just can't think of a thing to write. Even though there are the usual gobs o' gas and corrals o' crap going on around here.

Maybe it's that I don't feel like taking the time to write about it.

YA THINK?!?!?!

Sheesh.

Okay...lemme concentrate reeeeal hard....

Oh, okay here's something: Casey went with Corey to the annual fireworks thingie where Corey and the other Cadets patrol. He just wanted to go hang out since, really, he'd never been. We've just never really felt like going in there like four or five hours early so we could park close enough to avoid a 3-mile hike into the place, then try surviving the heat (surrounded by nothing but kiddie stuff...picture huge blowup bouncy things-GAH!) and THEN, THEN...trying to get outta the place after the fireworks are over?!?!

Forget about it!!!

The Cadets who don't drive themselves over get "hauled over" in an ambulance. (funny, huh?) Well, coming back? AN AMBULANCE sat in traffic INSIDE THE PARK for over 30 minutes!!!!! I couldn't figure out for the life of me why they didn't flip them lights on and fire up them si-reens. The kids that drove out? They were back at the station in about 13 minutes. SHEESH!

Anyhow, so that's the story, mangled as it is, of why we never went. You can see the fireworks just fine withOUT going into The Pit of Mayhem and Misery. BUT while Casey was in there with the Cadets, the Cadet Supervisor asked Corey if he thought Casey would want to join the Cadets.

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Corey told him that Case was just 13 (the minimum "stated" age is 14). Mr. Supervisor was a little shocked and commented on how mature Casey was. (he's obviously not sat around our dinner table, but that's another post) So he asked Case if he would be interested.

Last night, Casey went to his first meeting. This is after spending the last couple of days reading the first aid book through a couple of times and going over several quiz sheets Corey gave him. He came home with an official Cadet t-shirt and will be patrolling with the Cadets at the county fair next week.

*gulp*

We've asked him several times if he is sure this is something he can commit to, because it's really important. He says yes. So....here we go!

I hope it will be a good experience for him. That it will teach him some compassion for others, and a great amount of patience. I see it already kicking his butt to read. (I almost fell over when I saw him reading that book!! ;) Then to know he'd read it through? A COUPLE OF TIMES?!?!?)

All I can say is Praise the Lord!!! What an answered prayer that is!!! Now Lord, if he would only apply that kind of enthusiasm and responsibility to school work!!! Please?

Hmmm....

Okay...so I found something to write about after all. You knew I would, didn't you? (no smart remarks, you guys!! and you know who you are!!! =: |

I gotta run. I'm getting a handle on the house slowly, slowly...but had to go into town everyday this week since Tuesday. GAH! And have to go today to find Case some EMT pants!

EMT PANTS?!?!? What? Do I gotta go get 'em right off'n an EMT whilst he's a-wearin' 'em?!?!???!

*sigh* The things a mother does for her kids....

June 28, 2006

my mother makes me do it...

So...about that mixing of paint...

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Remember when we painted the family room? That wall down the center? That runs into the kitchen, that doesn't have a breaking point upon which to stop with one color and start with another? Which means that center wall has to be the same color in both rooms? Even if one is a nice creamy color and the other is a strange green?

Well, I had planned all along to SOMETIME just do the entire kitchen with the creamy color. I have a chair rail height wallpaper border with clapboard-style paper underneath right now. Well, I always have had that kinda setup, just with different styles. After The Horrid Pink (which, yeah, I admit to loving at the time *sigh*) with a roses border, I went to This Green with a strawberries and blossoms on white lattice border and white clapboard with green shadowing beneath.

The reason I picked the color green that I did is because Mom offered to buy the paint for the kitchen. I was TRYING to pick paint that would match the rose border!!!! I didn't KNOW she was gonna turn around AFTER THE FACT and wanna buy new border too. GAAAH!

Anyhow...it is a very odd color green...it works okay, but I would never really choose it on its own mertis, ya know? Even me, the green lover that I am. This just isn't my kinda green. Too teal and bold to suit me, I guess.

Okay...so now Mom's bought me this border (you'll see in a sec). She EVEN let me pick it out! *GASP!* So I'M buying the paint, the top will be the same creamy color and below the gorgeous border will be another color instead of more paper.

This is what I'd started to put into another post....
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The house is looking pretty awful what with everyone sick. I had, for some unknown reason, decided to see how easy it'd be to tear off the chair rail border and wallpaper beneath it in my kitchen, so I spied a loose spot and....well, .....I tore it. Thankfully, it was a small and contained area of wall. But sadly, it's the first thing you see as you come in the door. So now, beneath my cool newish cream paint is this awful pink color. That's the color I painted the kitchen and family room when we first moved up here almost 12 years ago!!! It was the medium rose color in the border I used then...heavens, I can't believe I ever painted ANYTHING that color!

*shrugs* Oh well...that was then, right? Urgh.

Anyhows...now the plan is this...

PSP of new kitchen deco??? !!!!

That's just a PSP rendition of how it's SUPPOSED to look...although, the yellow paint isn't quite that bold, I don't think. It was hard to get the colors just right...but once I get the small section done, I'll post an ACTUAL pic, okay??

Lord willing, I'll start to feel a bit more energetic. The past couple of days, I just feel like a slug. SO TIRED!!!

Have a good day, ya'll...

June 27, 2006

nobody heave, puh-leaze!

Gah. The So Sick I'd Rather Die Syndrome is going around my house right now.

So far, Corey's had it, he being The Carrier and The One To Blame for all the doom and despair around here. He came home Friday tired after having worked hard all week in the heat and humidity. He showered and laid down for a nap.

Promptly upon waking and getting online to talk to The Girl, he gave her a quick BRB and ran to the bathroom where he quickly and unceremoniously emptied the contents of his entire digestive system. Guh!

He was sick til Sunday afternoon and he still didn't feel completely up to par Monday, which he had off too since Dad was out of town. Tommy probably had a touch of The SSIRD Syndrome Sunday, so he took a sick day Monday which put all four of us at home and mostly lazying around napping and such. Monday evening, Tommy and Casey went to town for a few supplies whereat Casey suddenly had The SSIRD Syndrome set upon him with full force.

Since Tommy was waiting for paint to be mixed (more on that in a later post, perhaps) Casey ran to the back bathroom where Tommy kept up with him via the handy-dandy N3x+els. He beeped Case when he was at the checkouts when Case promptly ran from the back bathrooms to the front bathrooms where he threw up again and waited til his dad, armed with extra bags for upchuckance, was ready to leave and had pulled up to the doors to get him.

They made it about 3/4 of the way home, where Tommy had to stop again to let Casey toss his innards, which were getting to be pretty nil by now. Once they made it home, Case went directly to the bathroom to hurl yet again, he sponged himself off (since he'd been cold-sweating it ever since the first heave) and asked for some pajamas. I had his bed made and the obligatory pan, clear soda pop and cool wash rag on a low table and a popsicle at the ready.

So after sitting up most of Friday and Saturday nights with Corey, I sat up Monday night with Case. His last hourly mad dash to puke was at about 5am this morning. I got up around 7am since Tommy woke me getting ready for work. I had a chiro appointment at 10am anyhow and Corey's application for the EMTee-bee class to drop off, so I colored my gray head and got myself ready.

Casey's already gone through the fever stage of this thing. Corey didn't get that til Saturday night. Corey had started with the...ah...erm...other-end involvement of The Syndrome by early Saturday morning, but I'm thinking/praying/hoping Casey might bypass that altogether because he's already to the point of going 5+ hours without puking and his fever has already broken plus he's keeping down the saltines he ate for lunch (miracle that he even wanted them!) It's looking really good.

Now, Lord willing and it doesn't go rampaging through me and Tommy too. I usually am the last to get something like this and the one to get the worst of it. Sheesh...after what Corey went through, I wonder if it could really BE any worse! I was ready to take him to the hospital!

But really, on the flip side? This is the worst either of the boys have been sick since they were little. I KNOW this is the worst thing Corey's had since he was about five years old! No wonder he thought he was dying, huh? Going 12 years without much more than a runny nose and slightly sore throat and suddenly having this nasty thing?!? Um..yeah, no wonder!

So anyhows.....that's what we've been up to around here. Hope you are all viro- and heave-free where you are!

Urgh.

May 06, 2006

argh!!!!

I'm so mad! I just opened a letter from our auto insurance stating:

[quoth] For a home schooled student, we need the representative of the home schooling organization to sign the form. The credit will not apply. [unquotheth]

That's it!!! No sorry. No, maybe I'm not understanding this. NOTHING!!

GARRRR! That just irks me hugely!

We filled out that good grade discount form jiggy. Of course, I signed it, like I always do with the title "teacher/advisor", which is what I am. And here I get this crapola back?!!?

RAAAAAAARRR!!!! I know for a fact that other companies in town have taken forms signed by parents. And besides that, we don't belong to any "organization" nor are we required by law to belong to one!! ARGH! The nerve of people!!!

I've been hunting around on the internet for something, SOMETHING that says No private or parochial school shall be compelled to join any organization or be required to obtain a signature from one. So there.

But so far, nothing. Sheesh!! Linda? Do you know of anything sorta-kinda like that? I've searched everything I can think of! I'm going crosseyed!

This is totally and wholly unfair and I'm not going to just take it. But I'm torn between just putting any ol' body's name on there, or letting some friend or stranger sign it...or slamming them with a ton of info....if I could FIND enough info. I was hoping to hit a goldmine of legal jargon I could go through with a bright neon yellow highlighter and mail them in a big manilla envelope. Ha!

So....c'mon, people. Can ya help me out?

Here are the facts about homeschooling in my state....

Children between ages of 6 & 16 must be "in school", must be taught in English, and be taught these core subjects: reading, writing, spelling, grammar, history, mathematics and civics. We are required only to inform the local school board each year that we will be teach our children at home, their ages and names. The school year must be minimum of 185 days (175 instruction + 10 off days), for a total of 1050 hours of instruction per year. We have to keep attendence records (I know, kinda weird) and 'scholarship' (grade) reports, to be kept in any manner we choose. The Dir. of Pupil Purse-on-el has authority to investigate any cases of violation of compulsary attendance laws, but "purpose for visiting a home school is to ensure that the requirements of compulsory attendance are being met and not to determine the quality of the instruction. This inspection of school records may be conducted in a neutral site rather than in the home."

So...how can they tell me that I have to have a signature from some organization that I'm not required to belong to?

HELP ME???!?!?? Pwease??

If you find something helpful, please email me. THANK YOU!!!

the boys are back in town

Obviously, eh?

They got back Saturday afternoon, around 4pm. Glad to be home, I think, and anxious to regale us with tales of the sights they saw in our nation's capitol. :) They have some gorgeous pix that make me ashamed that I dissed my li'l digicam so bad! LOL! They drove the ridge of the Sh@n3ndo@h V@ll3y on the way home, and the breath-taking pix come mostly from there.

There were, of course, protests going on, so they couldn't get close to the Whlte H0u$e. :( They did visit most all the other monuments, Arling+o0n, the T0mB of the Unkn0wN, several of the $mii+h$oni@n museums. They really had a blast, and I think Mom and Dad really enjoyed the trip too. :) :) :)

They all agreed that they still only scratched the surface of all there is to see and do there. *sigh* Maybe one of these days before we die, Tommy and I will get to go. Maybe! ;)

I hope to have some pix for you soon as I can get Corey to burn a CD for me!

~hugs~

March 20, 2006

triple whammy!

Okay, okay....first? Didja know today is the first day of spring?

Here's what it looked like at my house:


Biggest snow of the winter = First day of spring. It figures.

Second? After doing so wonderfully splendidly well coping with my first-born son getting his driver's license last week ... (REALLY!), today, he went and signed papers on this:

I Am Serious!!!!!!!!!!!!! It looks almost exactly like this. The paint is this sharp (& this color). It has damage to driver's side where it's met up with a guard rail and will need a new door and front wheel. The rest is minor body work. The insides are almost pristine. Leather with all the goodies. The two front seats need some leather dye to bring them back to life (that soft leather shows wear WAY quick!!!) and the V8 engine runs like a dream! Anywhere they've looked for this model car it has run in the area of DOUBLE what the guy wants for it. With approximately $500 in repairs, it would easily sell for double if Corey chose to do that. But the boy's in love.

*sigh*

I know, I know. A SPORTS CAR!!!!! But isn't a Must@ng every boys' dream? (around here it sure is)

We've never been able to help Corey get most of what he has in his young life, and he likes to get the best quality and will shop, research and compare for a long time before making a purchase. He's a wise buyer. I've been worried about what replacing the Intrepld with one of these babies would do to the cost of insurance, but it doesn't change it at all!!! Who knew?!?! Corey was able, by borrowing $200 from his grandfather (T's dad) and getting the $500 T got from selling his old Jeep (we're giving him that money as a gift) and adding that to what he had saved up, to get together half of the original price the guy was asking. We were hoping and praying he would allow Corey to take at least 3 months to pay the rest. Amazingly he was, but he wanted an additional $400. *sigh* Not too bad, really. So, Corey signed the paper and is going to start working full time for my dad til he gets it paid off.

They (Corey and Tommy) started this here dealie Saturday night. Saturday night. Sunday afternoon at 2pm, Tommy had to leave for a two-day continuing education thing in western Kentucky. So guess who's been doing all these deals all by ourselves. The car's from a "buildable wrecks" lot, so they can get gone before you turn around.

Which means....we've been driving around in some slickery snow today!!! I mean, COREY'S been driving in it and I've been riding with him.

Third? He did really well for his first time really driving in bad snowy weather, but we almost had a wreck....TWICE!

Sheesh! Neither time was his fault, by the way! Once, we almost slid right off a steep hill trying to avoid the mess of schools letting out early.

The second time? Gah!! We were like two miles from the house at a stop sign. The stop sign is right in a curve of the road we were turning onto. I was telling Corey he should take the Explorer out of 4WD, so I had him put it in neutral and let it roll backwards a bit before putting it in park...next thing we knew, this idiot who was smoking AND on a cell phone slides right off the road missing the curve completely and ends up sitting right where we'd just been....and I mean just mere inches away.

*pant, gasp, holding heart*

Scared the berjeebers right outta us both! God is WAY WAAAAY good!!!! :)

Oh...and here's a quick pic of the dawgies...

Chubby's doing lots better and is getting acclimated to not being the doormat all the time. He's getting pretty rotten about coming inside, though. *sigh* We're gonna have a tough time teaching him to stop coming in without an invitation!

As you can see, he and Tucker are getting along better. Actually, here they're both looking for stray crumbs from a bone-bone fest. LOL! Poor Chubs. He has this tongue-in-nose disorder. Every time I've snapped a shot of him, his tongue's been right up there just like this. It has to be some sort of syndrome. I mean, we see him all the time without his tongue in his nose. But snap the camera, and voila! there that sucker is....right up his schnozola! What gives?!?!!?

I dunno.

One more thing...you probably can't tell from this angle, but Chub is completely black from his nose alll the way past the corners of his mouth. From there, it kinda flairs and disburses a little. A friend of mine said he looks like something's blown up in his face, like on the cartoons, and he's still surprised about it.

ROFLOL! That is SO accurate!! Poor little huggable Chubsy. ;)

March 15, 2006

it didn't kill me (but it might yet)

Well, I made it. I didn't roll around in the parking lot crying and kicking while Corey took (and passed!) his driver's test on Monday. I was calm when he went in to get his picture taken. I was cool while he drove us around for the rest of the errands we had to do...namely check insurance prices and options. *whew*

Doin' good, right?! Right!

Yesterday, I went to see Doc K again. He's setting an appointment for me to see an Ear, Nose & Throat doc. I guess that's good since surely a specialist will be better equipped to deal with this tinnitus thing. Aside from checking on how the new anti-depressants were doing, he put me on Ske|@xin for the constant muscle spasms in my neck and shoulders. I can already tell it's helping. Praise the Lord for that! WOO! He also put me on Top@m@x for the headaches.

I haven't had time to research these new ones yet, although I do know a bit about how the S works. My sis takes that often (fibromyalgia) and she has taken the T as well...I don't know if she's still using that or not, though. Anyhow, I don't quite understand how the T is supposed to work because he has me taking one at night for a week, then two at night til...? Next time I see him, I guess.

After having about three days with barely any problem from the nasty headaches, they came back as vile as ever. *sigh* It hasn't been constant, but definitely multiple times a day. Gah.

Anyhoo...so today. Today I lived through my New Driver going on a grocery run for me. He also stopped at a place where he'd put in an application to find out if they were going to be hiring or not. He called to tell me he'd be putting in at W@lm@rt, but when he got there, their application machine was broken (duh...when it's sitting out where every little kid or malicious teen has access to it??!) so he didn't do that. So, they didn't have ANY ice cream at The W except for the outrageously expensive kind, so he made another stop at the little grocery near the house and picked that up there.

It's hard to describe the feeling of seeing him come up the drive all by himself, even though he's done it a million times after trips to my mom's and back. Just knowing he'd been in The Belly of The Beast, right in the middle of downtown traffic....during Spring Break!! (why did noone tell me it was spring break?!? I never know this stuff!) Well, obviously, I was relieved, proud, melancholy and a bit frightened.

By the way...now he's gone over to his buddy's house. *sigh* I dunno if I'm gonna like this New Driver thing or not.

One thing's for sure....I surely don't like the insurance bill we'll be getting. OUCH!!!! But at least It didn't kill me.....yet.

March 07, 2006

"buttload" IS a word at my house

But not necessarily a good image inducement. Um. No.

However, when you are the sole female in a houseful of males, you tend to eventually pick up on their crude and nasty language usages.

Yup. Sheesh.

The other day, one of my guys, who shall remain nameless, came up with a new one. CrackMuffin

Don't ask me, okay?

There was also this time, probably 6 or 8 years ago when Poop-Obssessed Child had hopped out of the car to get the mail from the box. When he came back, his sibling had taken his shotgun position in the car. He stretched his neck so as to speak over the partially down window and struggled and stuttered for words.

It went something like: "You...you....you.....NUGGET BUTT!"

As he stomped around to get in the back seat, said sibling and I just kinda looked at each other in dumbfoundation and I said, "Well, I guess that's better than being called a...

The simple fact is, I have a child who is just gleeful over any use of the word poop and will replace the most unlikely words in songs with it.

Like Mamas, Don't Let Your Babies Poop Up to be Cowboys and Don't Poop My Heart, My Poopy Breaky Heart... You get the idea, no?

*sigh*

So, now you may understand a bit better why I so desperately need my new jacket...


(I think I've decided on the red one, like Michele suggested, and I'm getting the purple one for when I go out on the town. I ordered it in silk!!)

And why sometimes I say things that sound like some pesty little third grade boy.


We remember these bozos from elementary school, don't we girls??

So, I'll just say it.......aww..

There ya have it. I have mentioned, repeatedly, the word "POOP", for no reason at all, and not only that, I've posted P I C T U R E S O F P O O P!!! right here, right on the whole entire internet. See?


*gasp!* EEEeeeewwww.....

*shrugs* Hey. Poop happens!

March 01, 2006

toooo much fun!

Run out to your newstand and pick up a copy of each today!!!

GO NOW!

snips & snails and other boyish doin's...

I thought this was hilarious. Got it my email a few months ago....

Two young boys walked into a pharmacy one day, picked out a box of T@mp@x
and proceeded to the checkout counter.
The man at the counter asked the older boy,
"Son, how old are you?"
"Eight," the boy replied.
The man continued,
"Do you know how these are used?"
The boy replied,
"Not exactly, but they ain't for me. They're for him. He's my little brother. He's four.
We saw on TV that if you use these, you would be able to swim and ride a bike. He can't do either one. "

That's really odd....they've never helped me do those things either.

Hmm.....

February 21, 2006

houston, we have a problem...

There's gotta be something entirely, severely nay, grieviously wrong when one of your kids takes one of the dog's squeaky toys and squeaks it....

.....

.....

.....

.....

WITH HIS BUTT CHEEKS?!??!?!??!?!?!?!


demonstration butt cheeks only
not to be used for actual toy squeaking

Oh....

Saints preserve us!

(wait...CLOT