It's Friday! I love Fridays. The end of a long week. I've gotten used to these Monday holidays now, and working five days in a row just about did me in this week. I couldn't get to bed early all week no matter how hard I tried to get off the computer. LOL
But guess what! My honey cleaned the house today and did all the stuff I had planned to do tomorrow. How cool is that!! What a doll.
We had his brother and his family over tonight--they live a state over from us, so we don't get to see them all that often. It was just like when the kids were all home. We had a full, noisy house with lots of commotion. It was great!
We had these individual sized pita pizzas for dinner. So easy. You buy these Pita Folds (I always find them near the Hawaiian Bread) and pizza sauce and toppings. You put the pitas on a cookie sheet, and each person gets to pick their own toppings.
I was a little more adventurous this time than I usually am. I bought some of the meatless sausage and chicken strips, and artichoke hearts, besides all the usual pizza toppings we like, like fresh mushrooms, pineapple, pepperoni, fresh tomatoes, green onions, two kinds of cheese, and oh! I also bought some Ragu alfredo sauce so people could have a white sauce pizza if they wanted. Yumm-o! It reminded me of the Chicken Garlic Pizza that Papa Murphy's makes.
They were a big hit. You bake them for about twelve minutes at 375° and they're perfect. (I figured out how to make that degree sign: you hold the Alt button down, type 0176, and let up the Alt key. It makes a perfect degree sign. Pretty snifty, huh?) Gotta run, gotta get to bed. Happy pizza dreams!
Saturday, February 28, 2009
It's Friday! I love Fridays. The end of a long week. I've gotten used to these Monday holidays now, and working five days in a row just about did me in this week. I couldn't get to bed early all week no matter how hard I tried to get off the computer. LOL
Thursday, February 26, 2009
It snowed. Again. Yesterday was warm and melty and sunny...and today we got dumped on. And next week, it's supposed to happen all over again. If only they would change the basketball tournaments to January! LOL.
People always say that we get so much snow around the time of the b-ball tournaments. My honey, though, says that it's because both his brothers' birthdays are in March, and all the snowy weather is just paybacks for that. Ha!
All I know is I'm on the downhill side of things, and if I can just hang in there a few more weeks, it'll all start to get better. When January and February are gone, I know I'll make it, even when it's snowy and blustery. It's winter's last gasp. The warm weather is a-comin'. Even though when I look outside, all I see is white.
One thing I always look forward to in the spring is buying the annuals that I put into the two half whiskey barrel planters at the end of my garden path. I usually buy a spike plant for the middle, some geraniums, some asparagus ferns, and some type of varigated ivy-ish looking plants. Traditional, I know, but I love them!
What's your favorite way to celebrate spring?
thoughts from daisy at 10:33 PM
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Monday, February 23, 2009
It was a stressful yucky day today, and I'm glad it's done and over. I could sit and whine, but I'm too darn tired.
I'm looking for the bright side here...I'm reaching, but I'm not finding anything to hang on to.
Tomorrow is Tuesday, and it's gotta be better than Monday. Well, AI will be on tomorrow. That's a good thing. My little hour of mind jello.
We got our new washer today. That's a very good thing. Thankfully the washer decided to break when we were getting taxes back. I can look at it like, 'every time I get a little money, something breaks down!' Or, I can say, 'thank goodness that every time something breaks down, I have some money to work with.'
Huh? That's good, yeah? The second one, that is.
I try to have a sunny outlook, but sometimes there's just too much junk sitting on top of me and it blocks out all the sunlight. I'm sittin' in the shade, here. Must be time for bed.
thoughts from daisy at 11:17 PM
I got an email the other day.
It has been long time since we did not meet. I hope everything is okay with you.
What? Are you kidding me? Who REALLY falls for that? That doesn't even make sense. "It has been long time since we did not meet." Really? You're sending a 'cold call' email and that's the best you've got? Really?
I found a great medicine shop on the net. I ordered some meds and
got my orders in 3 days to my postbox.They are cheap and quality.
Medicine shop? To my postbox? Where are you from? Not around here, I'm guessing. Which makes sense, if it has been long time since we did not meet. lol
They are cheap and quality? Like your writing? Wowza. That did it. I'm sold now. Sign me up. Where do I buy these fabulous cheap and quality products? Oh, that's right. You're going to tell me. In fact, you're going to send me to a link of dubious safety to get sideswiped by some stinkin' spyware and your latest version of some trojan horse. Let me think for a minute. Not.
I thought that you may be interested.Here is their advertisement :
- Man's Health, Anti-Depressants, Antibiotics, Cholesterol, Diabetes, Diuretic,
Pain, Sexual Health, Erectile dysfunction, Sleep Aids and Weight Loss medicines
And one more thing. Why is everyone who sends me junk email always convinced that I am concerned about, as this fool puts it, erectile dysfunction? I could not care less. Please.
- Worldwide shipping
- Always fresh discounts Fresh discounts? What exactly are fresh discounts? Will I want to slap their faces?
- Always full anonymity
- Always making you a happy customer!
Choose us and you will feel well: Always!
I would feel the best if you never emailed me again, thank you very much.
thoughts from daisy at 7:15 AM
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Okay, if I'm going to get to bed at a reasonable hour, I have to let the Oscars continue without me and go brush my teeth. Cuz, yay, everything else is done!
My dishes are done. (Mostly. Just the casserole dish is left soaking.)
The kitchen is clean. (Well, as clean as can be expected.)
The food is put away. (The stuffed green peppers were quite delicious, by the way, even if I did whine about cooking them.)
The dog has been let out.
The cats have been fed.
The litter box has been cleaned. (Although I do have one of those handy dandy self-cleaning ones. Which I puffy heart. It's somewhat of a misnomer, but it's better than not having one! You still have to empty the bag. And clean up random weird things.)
I did find some fun new blogs that I added to my garden. And I cleaned out some of the ones I haven't been visiting. A change is as good as a vacation.
The trashes have been emptied. (All six of them. Not the ones in the girls' rooms. I don't empty those. Ever. Those, happily, fall under the category of "Not My Job.")
I wanted to lie and say that the clothes were all folded, but then I thought, "Why should I?" Who really cares? Besides me. No one. I just like to think that everything is done.
But that day will never happen. Ever.
thoughts from daisy at 9:58 PM
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Oh, I'm dreaming of a vacation someplace warm...we're back in the ice bucket.
I forget whose blog I was reading (I'll find it eventually) and they were planting seeds inside for the spring. They had pictures of the little sprouts were coming up, and it made me so anxious for spring to come.
I need warm weather.
* * *
Well, Mugs is being discharged from the hospital. She is still not doing fabulous, but she fell twice in the last two days there. While an assistant was helping her, BOTH times. How does that happen??
Maybe she will be better off at home with home health care. They took out the port for dialysis, and called her one of their success cases because she graduated from dialysis back to regular kidney function. They suggested a nursing home. Both she and Heidi said an emphatic NO!! Sometimes being home in your own bed is good medicine.
This sounds so short and choppy, but there's so much to say that I try to condense it. It doesn't work very well. It just sounds...incomplete.
After a few go rounds of no one knowing if she's coming or going, and then this falling thing, we start to wonder who really knows what's going on and if they even know what they're doing. No offense, but too many balls were dropped for my liking. Pray that the being at home thing goes well, and that the home health care piece will work out as well.
* * *
And now switching gears once again, on to more bits and bites about--what else? Moi! LOL. And why not? I don't know much about you all, but I'm an expert on me.
So I'm on this reading kick. I've got four, no, make it five, books that I'm trying to read: I've got three books from a lady at work. I've got a book from the free shelf at the library. I've got a Kay Arthur book that I'm going through with a couple of special ladies. Oh, plus I've got three Nora Roberts books to read after that. And none of those are library books. No fines can accumulate!
I read on the way home from work. I read while I'm waiting for my BooBoo to get done with basketball practice. I read in the bathroom. What? Back up? What do you mean what do I mean? On the way home from work? No, not while I'm driving! Only when I'm waiting at the stoplights. LOL
I'm having so much fun reading, it's amazing. It's almost like I have a life. Ha! Okay, quit rolling your eyes, Gee. I can see you! (Yes, I can, too. In my mind's eye.) Keep it up and I might start telling your secrets, too. Hee hee.
* * *
I have an unexpected day off for family health issues tomorrow...I have a list of things to do that is about fourteen miles long, but I think my day is only about three miles long. It's the story of my life! It'll be good practice in prioritizing, won't it now? :^(
Think cleaning--really cleaning; think running long past-due errands *cringe*; think shopping; think doing all of this with my little ChiChi man. Who hates running errands, by the way. He would rather "Stay home!" And as soon as you have stopped at one place, he starts an incessant, "I home! I home!" And he's so adorable I can't stand it.
After thinking about all of that, I'm rethinking, and considering...napping!
thoughts from daisy at 12:22 PM
Monday, February 16, 2009
I love February. Today for my birthday, my honey and Johnny cleaned the kitchen and got all the dishes done. And then I got some Office Max giftcards for some stuff I've been wanting to save up for. I have my eye on a super comfy task chair so I can sit at the 'puter without getting stiff and sore, and I want a multi-purpose printer: scanner, printer, copier and fax in one.
More geeky stuff, you know?
And some of my kids were home for dinner, and we all hung out together...had taco salad for dinner. My honey's ex brought chocolate raspberry cheesecake over for dessert. It was delicious!!
I think I'm going to have a birthday week, and do something special every day. Tomorrow is Dee's birthday. Can you believe she is going to be twenty-
five six??! Don't say a word, DeeDee. When things get bumped out of my memory for a little bit, I get bonus bumps. I get do-overs. The privilege of age. Cuz I'm sooo old. LOL.
thoughts from daisy at 9:59 PM
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Every year I say this. I think Valentine's Day is a cheesy holiday made up by retailers to make a ton of money. It's too commercial, and I don't want anyone buying me flowers because some holiday says they should.
Having said that, and having told my honey that, I figured it was the end of the subject. You know, we're both off the hook that way and we don't have to feel guilty about it.
Fine. Fine, he says.
Come Friday evening, he says he has errands to run, and heads out the door. He came back with flowers. And more flowers. Oh, my. A dozen beautiful red roses for me. Awwww, honey, you shouldn't have! But they're so pretty, and they smell soooo good!
And then he tells me he bought flowers for each of our girls. For the daughters who have children already, he bought them for the babies to give to their mamas. Isn't that the sweetest thing? And he bought flowers for each of the other girls, just because--he picked out the prettiest tulips for all of them. (I thought for a minute that maybe we could keep them all here for the girls, and then I could enjoy them, too. Hee hee!!)
Oh, and in his delivery travels yesterday (yes, he drove all over town to deliver most of them), he also brought some flowers to Mugsy.
That man is adding up points fast.
And today, he watched Fireproof with me, just the two of us. All I can say is, Wow. If you haven't seen it, I'm not tellin' you a darn thing. Except that it was intense! I'm still processing. I've been there, and yes. They nail it. It's realistic. I buy it.
I've been slacking, but truly, it's been a mad dash from one thing to the next.
Mugsy is doing well, although one of her doctors tried to give her the boot from the hospital and send her to a nursing home. Uh uh, that didn't go over well with the family at all. It's a little risky to discharge a woman whose kidneys are still only functioning at 13%, who still can't move one of her legs at all, and who still needs dialysis. Don't you think?
They talked to the kidney specialist and the social worker.
The other doctor changed his mind and apologized.
I think there was a whole lotta talking inbetween those two things. I wasn't in on it. But I would have liked to be a little mouse in the corner taking it all in.
I'm nosy. I'm just plain nosy. But I'm usually not so blatant about it.
And tonight on Valentine's night, my honey and I went to see a play called Hormel Girls. It was two and a half hours of sheer pleasure.
And tomorrow, we were going to go see Mall Cop, but there's been a change of plans. We're staying in and watching Fireproof instead. I already have it rented, and there's not time to do both after church, I don't think, because we also have to grocery shop for the upcoming two weeks. It should still be a good time.
And then when we go shopping, I can return it right to the little redbox there. Doesn't that just wrap itself up neatly?
I didn't even get to tell you about the flowers my hubby bought, but it's too late for tonight. I'm way too tired. I'm getting seriously twitchy. I'm sure if you were watching, you'd think I had critters or something. Gotta go for now!
thoughts from daisy at 12:28 AM
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Helloooo, Tuesday! I love Tuesdays. American Idol...da danh daaaa!
I'll have to watch it again because I missed part of it. I don't really have a clue who didn't make it. A certain person whose name begins with G CALLED me right in the middle of the show. Get in the groove, girl. Do NOT call unless you're watching it too, and you know it's on commercial!!! LOL
Emotional Girl Tatiana made it through this round --AGAIN. What is up with that? So did Emotional Boy. The guy with his lip pierced. If you watched, you know who I'm talking about. I shouldn't talk. I'm a basket case when I watch the show. If someone cries, I cry. Sometimes I have to just not look at the screen. I look up at the ceiling and count the cobwebs or something for a minute.
And, AND, I talked to Heidi, and Mugs continues to improve. I'm so grateful. She had a full day of physical therapy and OT today, so she's a little tired tonight, but wow! She did it! And her tests keep coming back with normal blood levels of stuff. Do ya like my detailed explanation? Her "stuff" is normal.
But, WOW! Think about that. The kidneys have to be picking up the slack for that to happen, because she hasn't had dialysis for a few days. Oh, my Lord--You are good!!! I'm getting teary-eyed just thinking about it. I told you I was a softie.
And I was so busy at work that the day just flew by. And that's a good thing. Thank You, God! Thanks for your prayers, friends and fellow bloggers.
I'm so grateful that today was filled with good things.
Monday, February 9, 2009
I typically don't watch much television, unless American Idol or Dancing with the Stars is in season. But last night was a slow, stay-at-home evening. So I did watch some of the Grammys, though, and I recorded the rest. I was very happy that Alison Krauss and Robert Plant won five Grammys for Raising Sand. That album has been a favorite of mine since I first heard it.
I had to look up some of the musicians online because I didn't even know who they were. I had to find out who M.I.A. was. That was quite an outfit for a ready-to-deliver mama-to-be.
And then when I was online, I was reading the drama about Chris Brown and Rihanna. Last night, the injured woman was identified as Rihanna, and now, she is just an "unknown woman." What is that about? Damage control? Keep the image intact? Be real. Everyone has drama. There's a difference between discretion and flat-out lying to cover someone's butt.
I liked the tribute to Bo Diddley. John Mayer blew me away. Up until tonight, all I knew about him was from articles that were ripping on him about his relationship with Jennifer Aniston. I was pleasantly surprised to find out how talented he is. I like his voice, and he can play a guitar with the best of them.
And who is this Radiohead? Am I the only one who thinks that they are apparently overrated? Seriously. If the lead singer were trying out for American Idol with that song last night, Simon would have said it was an absolute mess! I can't believe they won anything, at least based on that song. Brilliant, my eye.
The new contestants on Dancing With the Stars were released last night. Apparently they were named a few at a time on Extreme Home Makeover...trying to compete with the Grammys. I guess I'm not on top of these things. I don't watch the news, so I don't see the commercials. I only find these things out when I'm blogging or surfing online.
It's an interesting mix, and I can already make a few predictions about who won't last.
• Belinda Carlisle, 58, singer
• Stephen "Steve-O" Glover, 34, reality-TV star
• David Alan Grier, 53, comedian
• Shawn Johnson, 17, Olympic gymnast
• Jewel Kilcher, 34, singer, TV personality
• Lil Kim, 33, rapper
• Gilles Marini, 33, actor
• Ty Murray, 39, former rodeo cowboy
• Nancy O'Dell, 42, entertainment anchor (43 when the show starts)
• Denise Richards, 37, actress
• Lawrence Taylor, 50, retired NFL player
• Chuck Wicks, 29, singer
• Steve Wozniack, 58, technology billionaire
They start March 9. I wonder if it's too early to tell the DVR to record all the shows. Here's what I think: Lil Kim will last too long, for my taste. I admit, her reputation for raunch leads me to dislike her already. She might surprise me, though.
The competition between Jewel and her husband Ty Murray will create a little heat, I think. I think your relationship would have to be pretty solid to do that and not have it affect your personal life. That show can get pretty intense.
Wozniack, Taylor, Carlisle, and Glover won't last too long. Some of these people I have NO idea who they are. But I'll learn.
It's funny. Before last year's DWTS show, I had no clue who Warren Sapp was. But I saw him on TV in some commercials on Super Football Sunday, and I'm like, "Look! It's Warren Sapp!" BUT I still have no clue what team he plays for. LOL. I'm such a dork.
Saturday, February 7, 2009
We went to the hospital today to visit--it was so great. She looked right over at us when we walked in, and she knew who we were. That's a far cry from last week, when she just looked blankly around and didn't even focus on anything. She can't remember the last week, by the way. When we mention people who were there or things she said, she doesn't know what we're talking about.
From the first night we went to see her at the hospital, there's been this bubble of panic that kept threatening to rise up out of the back of my throat. I'm starting to get over that feeling. I don't have to swallow hard and breathe to keep from crying every time I think about her. I'm starting to not flinch every time the phone rings, and my dreams are quieting down. I think we might have gotten a reprieve.
I think they're going to do another ultrasound on her kidneys to see if they're starting to work again, and they're holding off on the spinal tap that they talked about doing to check for signs of stroke. Her speech is getting better and better, and although she can't grip things with her hands yet, the twitching seems to be gone completely.
She's been eating things like jello, peaches, the low-sugar version of Ensure, coffee, and cream of wheat. So good! Such little things that I'm so thankful for. Imagine. When do we take the time to be thankful that someone can eat hot cereal for breakfast? I guess it's when we realize what we could have lost.
My honey was teasing her a little, and he got what he wanted: she gave him "The Look" that said, I dare you to keep it up, and you'll see what you get. He asked her if she wanted a knuckle sandwich. It took a second, but she turned her head, looked at him, and said, plain as day, "I might be sick, but I can still handle you." It made both of us laugh. Such are the colors of our days.
I haven't played along with a meme for a while...this one doesn't sound too complicated.
The ten things I do every day:
1. Go online. I check my email, I go on facebook, and I try to write on my blog. Then I have to visit blogs and see what my friends are up to. When I have time, I even leave some comments.
2. Make coffee. Self explanatory. Although I'll add that I grind beans fresh every morning.
3. Make oatmeal. Lately my favorite is the steel cut oats. They are the best!
4. Brush my teeth before I go to bed. An absolute must. I can't even lay down before I get that done. I just can't do it.
5. Wear my Crocs. In the winter I wear the not so cute ones with no holes, but as soon as it shows a hint of nice weather, out come the mary janes.
6. Read. I have to read something, even if it's only for a few minutes in the WC. (One of the girls is bound to ask me what the WC is.) Do I tell them? Powder room or ladies room didn't really cut it because the guys use it too. The biffy. How's that?
7. Smooch my honey. Tell my family I love them.
8. Feed the cats. If I get up at five in the morning or ten in the morning, the cats hound me until I put food in their dish. They make these mad dashes across the dining room floor if they think I'm headed toward their dish. I've fallen over them a few times. That's when I mutter under my breath again: "No new pets! When these ones go, NO MORE!" No one believes me. Sometimes not even me.
9. Bring Mr. Augie Doggie outside for his morning and then his afternoon/evening little walk to do his business. Even when it's 35° below zero. He has to go out, and I take him there.
Pick my nose. Blow my nose. Remember the Kleenex! Like remember the Alamo. Okay, maybe I should say stay up too late on the computer every night--till I'm too tired to make sense.
Aren't you glad there weren't twenty of these ridiculous clever babies to read? Oh, that's right. You could just stop. Stop reading and click on out. But if you really made it this far, hurray!!! You are loyal AND determined. Might I say a glutton for punishment?
Yeah, okay, I'm going to close the Daisy bashing window for the evening. People want to go home and go to bed.
Friday, February 6, 2009
I think it's a miracle. Mugs has left the baby steps behind. She is leaping and bounding. Oh, it's so exciting I can hardly put the words together.
Okay, now, deep breaths...hyperventilating won't help anything.
I went to meet with a couple friends tonight--we're going to get together a couple of times a month and work through one of Kay Arthur's books. I'm happy about that. But there was a call from my honey that I missed, and you know how I've been with phone calls lately. My heart skips a beat every time the phone rings.
So I quick called him back. He said he talked to Mugs on the phone, and she was totally coherent. Talked to her. Making sense. I'm not computing as he is telling me. He. talked. with. her. Whoo-eeeeee!!!
A little weak sounding, a lot tired, but she said, "Hi babe," to him. She drank three cups of coffee today. She ate jello. She even sat up on the edge of the bed!!
That's like a whole miracle in itself from the last time I saw her!! Talk about answered prayers. Thank you, God, and thank you, friends! I don't want to get optimistic too quickly, either, but even the doctor who came in to check on her was pretty tickled.
What a shot in the arm! (Well, I don't think E-girl or Gee would think that was a good thing. They never get my figures of speech. Shots in the arm are to be avoided at all costs, they would tell me.) You know what I mean.
Now if only her kidneys would start working again...it could happen. Keep praying!
Thursday, February 5, 2009
They did an MRI today to see if Mugs had a stroke. No results yet.
The ultrasound showed her kidneys are not filtering. I think Heidi said they kind of shrivel up when they're not working, and they look like raisins. One small cyst, they could see. They still hope that her kidneys will start working again.
They were kicking around the idea of putting a feeding tube in because she couldn't keep anything down. Tonight she ate some lemon sherbet, so they are going to wait and see.
She was also more alert tonight, Heidi said, than she has been since she went in. The big picture, I think, would show improvement for my Mugsy, but the progress is so slow, it's almost like listening for corn to grow on a hot July night. I'm so impatient.
But I know that God has impeccable timing. Sometimes we get so frustrated waiting, and then when the waiting is over, we can see why it took so long. Sometimes it just develops patience in us. I don't want any more patience! I'm in too much of a hurry. LOL.
You know, I spend a lot more time with God when I have problems in my life than I do when things are sailing along splendidly. So there is an up-side to all of this after all! Thanks again for your sweet comments and emails and prayers. I treasure each one!
Last night was only worth watching American Idol to see Miss Katrini Bikini go home. WHY did she get on my nerves so much? Girls who are so obvious about playing on their looks, and so smug about doing it, BOTHER me!! Eew. I just want someone to tell her to respect herself.
And that other "precious" girl. Her laugh made my teeth grit together. What the heck was her name, Tatiana? The one who whined about being thrown under the bus by her group? She wanted to change groups and then changed back. And then afterwards, she love, love, loved everyone. I WANTED to find a bus to throw her under.
And the redhead who spent most of her night growsing about everyone in her group and a few other people? And then didn't sing well anyway? Major attitude!! Puh-lease! She needed to be gone.
And the people who kept asking after the answer was no...I just think they must have gotten away with everything and must not have been given many consequences when they were little kids. I want to whap them on the back of the head--get a clue already!
They have the lamest excuses. "Oh, it's my birthday." "It would mean so much." "You don't know what this means to me." "This is my only chance." "I can sing better than that." "My throat is sore." "My mother will be crushed." "I was born to do this. Please!"
And my favorite, "I can sing something else for you. Please. Just give me another chance. I know I can do it." Um, didn't you just have a chance? If you can do it, why didn't you do it the first time? And why should you get more chances when other people had to nail it in one?
My parent voice is kicking in now. Fair is fair. And even though what's fair is not always equal, I think this qualifies. You had your turn. Go sit down. Stop whining. Change that to tired parent voice. LOL.
Now I have to wait till next week again for more fun listening to people whine. *pouting* I want to just sit down and watch the whole thing in one marathon session! Oh, whoops. That could be an opportunity for someone else's parent voice...too late. I'm done. Bye bye! E-hee-hee-hee-hee!
My friend Alice sends me a steady supply of funnies. Sometimes I just have to share!
Louisiana farm kid, after joining the Army, writes home for the first time:
Dear Ma and Pa, I am well. Hope you are.
Tell Brother Walt and Brother Elmer the Army beats working for old man Minch by a mile. Tell them to join up quick before all of the places are filled.
I was restless at first because you got to stay in bed till nearly 6 a.m. But I am getting so I like to sleep late.
Tell Walt and Elmer all you do before breakfast is smooth your cot, and shine some things. No hogs to slop, feed to pitch, mash to mix, wood to split, fire to lay. Practically nothing. Men got to shave but it is not so bad, there's warm water.
Breakfast is strong on trimmings like fruit juice, cereal, eggs, bacon, etc., but kind of weak on chops, potatoes, ham, steak, fried eggplant, pie and other regular food, but tell Walt and Elmer you can always sit by the two city boys that live on coffee. Their food, plus yours, holds you until noon when you get fed again. It's no wonder these city boys can't walk much..
We go on 'route marches,' which the platoon sergeant says are long walks to harden us. If he thinks so, it's not my place to tell him different.. A'route march' is about as far as to our mailbox at home. Then the city guys get sore feet and we all ride back in trucks.
The sergeant is like a school teacher. He nags a lot. The Captain is like the school board. Majors and colonels just ride around and frown. They don't bother you none.
This next will kill Walt and Elmer with laughing. I keep getting medals for shooting. I don't know why. The bulls-eye is near as big as a chipmunk head and don't move, and it ain't shooting at you like the Higgett boys at home. All you got to do is lie there all comfortable and hit it. You don't even load your own cartridges. They come in boxes.
Then we have what they call hand-to-hand combat training. You get to wrestle with them city boys. I have to be real careful though, they break real easy. It ain't like fighting with that ole bull at home.
I'm about the best they got in this except for that Tug Jordan from over in DeRidder. I only beat him once. He joined up the same time as me, but I'm only5'6' and 130 pounds and he's 6'8' and near 300 pounds dry.
Be sure to tell Walt and Elmer to hurry and join before other fellers get onto this setup and come stampeding in.
Your loving daughter,
thoughts from daisy at 6:23 AM
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Two bites of a sugar free popsicle. Mugs managed to eat that, and I think it's the first things she's eaten since she went in. Then she complained about a stomach ache. Music to my ears! Well, not literally to my ears because I wasn't there. But I heard through my niece's nightly report.
We didn't go up to the hospital tonight because my honey was there today during the day. She was a little more awake today, and although she was still kind of mumbling, he could understand some more of what she was saying.
He didn't stay too long because shortly after he got there, they came to take her for her dialysis.
thoughts from daisy at 10:20 PM
You can tell winter is almost over here in Minnesota...we can see deer out wandering around.
LOL. A hat tip to my friend Alice for that one.
NOW you know what we go through here. Sympathy accepted, but gifts are better. Ha!
And for one more smile for the day, click and enjoy this. I think this dog has a little kangaroo in him.
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
...not much different than yesterday.
The docs are pushing hard to have the family figure out a living will type thing. I don't think that's a very good sign.
She wasn't coherent when a couple of the girls went up there. She did cuss a little. I think the bursitis in her hip is giving her trouble, too. As if she didn't have enough to deal with. When she is on her left side, you hear a pretty clear "ouch!" every so often.
They may also check to see if she had a stroke. It's so hard to know the extent of it when she can't say what's going on with her.
Oh, I'm just on this up, then down, then up, and down again roller coaster of emotions. I resign myself to the worst, and then a little thing she does gives me hope again. Waiting is so hard.
thoughts from daisy at 9:02 PM
I found one more very neat product when I was going through the giveaways, and did you know? There are a few of them still going strong! Erin is giving away a bmay (Between Me and You) journal. These are journals that have thought starters already in them, but you do the journaling about a specific person, and give the journal to them as a gift when you're ready.
I think I would have done this more than doing my baby books. I'm one of the people who didn't do very much with baby books after the first one, and his isn't even done. But I loved to write--I could have done these.
Anyway, hop on over and see Erin so you can enter to win one of these, or even get a discount on one you buy yourself.
thoughts from daisy at 6:38 AM
Monday, February 2, 2009
Mugsy was looking better when we went up to see her tonight. Her color was better, but her hands were still swollen. The doctors were making noises about cutting her wedding band off, but my niece went to work with some ice and some Vaseline and gently worked them off. She would have a fit!! I still think she never dated after her hubby died because no one could hold a candle to him in her eyes. So the rings are safe.
I guess she woke up for a few minutes last night after everyone had gone home, and she knew exactly who she was, where she was, and she was just steamed that she was in the hospital. Now that's more like my Mugs.
She opened her eyes a few more times when we were up there, and I know she recognized my honey. When they told her we were there, she said, "I know." She told him she loved him when we were leaving. YES!!! I'm so happy. It's one little step. I know she's got a ways to go, but still. This is so much better than Saturday was. I keep reminding myself, it could go either way.
Who would have thought it would make me so happy just to hear her speak those words? I've heard them a hundred times if I've heard them once from her. She always gives me a hug and a kiss on the cheek when she's leaving, and she tells me she loves me. It almost made me cry to hear her say it tonight.
I'm going to swipe a quote from a Caring Bridge site I'm following because it speaks perfectly to me right now:
If all of life were sunshine, Our face would long to gain, And feel once more upon it, The cooling splash of rain. ~Henry Jackson Van Dyke
thoughts from daisy at 11:45 PM
Mugs' dialysis appears to have been successful, at least so far. Thank you, God!!! And thank you all for your prayers. I'm feeling a little relieved, but she has some more challenges ahead of her.
She is going to have dialysis again today, and they want to continue it for several weeks. Her blood potassium level has dropped to a more acceptable level, but they want it even lower. She may have to be on it permanently, but they won't know that yet for a while.
She is slightly more responsive today, not much. She is experiencing nausea and vomiting, though, which they did say doesn't always happen, but it is common. I tried to do some reading about it online, and I think I read that when they do dialysis, the fluid sometimes gets a little cattywompus inside the brain. That can cause the nausea, and other not so pleasant symptoms, too. I'll know more tonight after we stop down at the hospital to see her.
I could hardly sleep last night. She's my sister in Christ forever, but she's only been my sister-in-law for five years, and I'm not ready to lose her yet! We have so much fun together. AND, she makes my honey laugh. That alone is priceless.
Sunday, February 1, 2009
Yesterday when we got there to see Mugs, she looked at my honey and said, "The chariots are rounding! The chariots are rounding and the wheels are turning." If that didn't give me goosebumps. There's only one thing I thought of when she said chariots--that she was seeing angels coming to get her. But she was delirious most of the night. At one point when they asked her how old she was, she thought she was nineteen, and when they asked her what day it was, she thought it was the middle of June.
She had dialysis today, and hasn't woken up as of yet. She seems to be sleeping--she woke up briefly and looked around for a bit, and went back out again. Dialysis again tomorrow, and we'll see what the blood tests say in the morning.
Thank you guys so much for your prayers.
thoughts from daisy at 9:54 PM