Tiffiny and Friends

HAZEL BLUE EYES

2010-09-03T16:06:00.000-07:00

When my grandmother was depressed she said that she felt blue. Blue for her was a sad time. My grandmother also had beautiful pale blue eyes. I have hazel eyes, but lately they have been feeling very blue.

I'm not unhappy, but I am blue and I've become so sad that I dragged down my old medicine tub from the top shelf in the bathroom closet to see if I could find my old prescription of generic paxil which I haven't taken for a few years. There it was, outdated, but then it was all I had until I could call my doctor and get a new script.

It's been 5 days now for the paxil and longer for the sadness. I had fought the feelings for about a week before I realized that they weren't going away. I tried all the usual hep talk and even self bullying, but I could take less and less action each day. Now I am kinder to myself and have treated the problem as though I have the flu or any other illness and I am no longer thinking that I have to talk myself out of this. I hate wasting the precious last days of this summer weather, when I really want to be outside in my garden, but my interest in anything that usually gives me pleasure is diminished for right now. I don't want to go anywhere or see anyone. I don't even care if I eat. Food just doesn't taste good. All the classic symptoms of depression-right? But like I said before, I am not really unhappy.

I haven't had anything in my life or relationships to cause me unhappiness. My daughter and my friend Aine are very supportive of me. I am guessing that my brain chemistry is just temporarily out of sync which the Paxil should take care of eventually. I have to get off the computer for now, Rexy is nagging me. He wants to use it for his blog.

THE RACCOON WHO SUB-RENTED

2010-08-28T17:12:00.000-07:00

I was lying in bed one night not too long ago and had just turned out my light when I heard what seemed like a herd of animals running over my head. I was terrified and couldn't imagine what it was. I thought that maybe it was something running on the roof, but it really sounded like some things running in my attic. I was too
scared to look either place. It was too late to call my son-in-luv Sachio so I waited until the next day, I did however sleep fitfully with the light on aware that the

door to the attic was just outside my bedroom in the hallway! Sachio couldn't come over that day, but said that he would the day after and reassured me saying that he was sure it was rats in the attic and that he would set traps. The next night-the same thing happened , I was not quite so startled (but still frightened) and was prepared with a flash light. So I went outside and flashed the light on the roof and nothing was there so I knew the sounds were coming from the attic INSIDE THE HOUSE. I also knew that it was too big to be rats. I kept thinking about the night raccoon(s) got into the garage and took the screw on tight lid off the cat food and hoped that if it was raccoon(s) they would not figure our how to move aside the unlocked lid from my attic leading to the hallway just outside my bedroom! Sachio came over the next day and set rat traps in the attic and noticed a hole where plumbing pipes were running from the garage attic, which was accessible to the cats and anything else that went into the garage attic. He patched the hole and I hoped that he didn't trap anything on the house side that couldn't escape. I didn't want anything to die up there either. After that we then went into the garage and he took a broom handle and pounded on the ceiling which was the under side of the garage attic floor. Just as he did this Stacey came into the garage when a huge raccoon looked down at us from the garage attic opening. Stacey screamed and ran back in the house because all she saw was it's big glowing eyes.

I saw the full creature and hoped that it wouldn't jump down at us knowing their reputation for aggression.

It didn't.

I took the cats and their food out of the garage and closed it up for 2 days and on the 3rd opened the garage door after dark for a short time and I think hunger drove the thing out! When I do bring the cats back into the garage for the winter I will need to be very careful NEVER to leave access to the inside of the garage after dark thus inviting my boarder to return. He must have been up there for quite while even before he figured out the access to the house attic because one night I had left Rexy in the closed garage with the other cats while I was out and when I came home late and let him in he was hysterical hissing and growling and screaming at me for two day so bad that I had to take him to the Vet because he had caused his throat to inflame and swell up and could barely breathe. After exams and X-rays and meds I paid a $330 bill for him. AND I NEVER GOT ONE DIME FROM THAT FREE LOADING RACCOON!!!

SPRING IS ALL STRETCHED OUT

2010-08-22T21:35:00.000-07:00

I had a lovely time gardening today. No pressure, just doing some end of summer clean up. I've noticed that Spring refuses to discuss the garden with me let alone post what she's been observing in the garden. She's angry and says that I've let her rust and that is thoughtless and rude of me. I knew about her concern in this area, but explained to her that I just haven't gotten around to the chore of getting her in shape. 'Just my point' she says. I've also told her that rusted garden art is all the 'rage' and that she's in vogue just the way she is, but she doesn't buy it and counters with her job-her reason for existing-isn't as garden art, but as a continuing, lasting and vital reporter on the garden. She's just not a static art object! I felt pretty sheepish at this point and promised to attend to her soon. She then gave me the final dig of exposing the fact that I have resisted putting Flame the flamingo in the garden yet until I preserve her with a spray protectant. I felt so guilty at this point that I committed to starting work on her tomorrow. She's also insisted that I produce pictures of her before and after her rejuvenation and let my readers decide whether she was right in her indignation.
What else can I do? She IS such a value to the garden family and her blog really is an important communication about that family, so I humbly agreed to her requests (demands).
If you're not familar with Spring and her blog, check her out by clicking on her name.

THEY REMIND ME OF TREBLES FROM STAR TREK

2010-08-21T16:51:00.000-07:00

I can't seem to get off the computer.
I've had 's-l-o-w-n-e-s-s' problems and
lock ups. So I've cleaned,deleted,
scanned and cleared everything I
could. Can't afford professional help
right now. Also, Stacey gave me a
'Chuzzle' disc and now I'm HOOKED.
I love those fuzzy big eyed little
electronic creatures. The game takes
so long and eats up my time.
So what. I guess that
is what retirement is for.

I love their big curious eyes and how
they look around everywhere and
especially wherever my mouse points.

If I linger too long on one of them,
They Frown! What fun!

There is also a TREASURE ROOM where
awards for big scores are kept.

Here's what I've won so far.

Now it might be said that I have TOO much time
on my hands, but I am retired, AND isn't that
always said of people who are silly and having
fun!
Do you like games, computer
or otherwise, and what do
you play? Leave me a comment.

THANKSGIVING 2009-THE SIDE BAR SAYS IT ALL!

2009-12-18T23:23:00.000-08:00

Thanksgiving was especially blessed this year as Sachio's brother Shig and his wife Shanon and their children Abby and Ty came up from San Diego for Thanksgiving week. The men bonded over deep frying the turkey and women provided (plus CostCo for the pies) all the other delicious dishes. It was a truly wonderful day.
BE SURE TO CHECK OUT ALL 3 SLIDE SHOWS IN THE SIDE BAR

ON THE GO WITH FAMILY AND FRIENDS

2009-12-16T16:40:00.000-08:00

THURSDAY I had a wonderful lunch date with Aine, we went to our favorite Chinese Restaurant in Fortuna where they have delightful Chinese Chicken Salad. She has a full schedule volunteering to wrap Christmas presents for school children at a charity bazaar. She's also taking a mutual friend, Eve around for some of her doctor appointments. I miss seeing Eve and must call her the 1st of the year, after the holiday bustle, and get to
SATURDAY WAS WONDERFUL taking Kyle about shopping for his mom and dad. We had lunch at Applebee's.
Saturday evening I had dinner with Helen at Rita's, one of her favorites and one of the few places where she can eat that doesn't seem to bother her later.
SUNDAY WAS RYAN'S TURN to go shopping and he knew exactly what he wanted to buy for mom and dad. We had lunch at Subway at the Eureka Mall. Their sandwiches are pretty good.
SHIRLEY'S BIRTHDAY WAS SUNDAY and on Monday Nancy arraigned for a lovely lunch at the Red Lion in Eureka. What a nice place. I must go there more often ( I mentioned it to Helen, but she's not interested in the Red Lion, she wants to stick to Adele's.) After lunch we all, Nancy,
Jackie, Shirley and I, went back to Shirley's for a few games of SkipBo.
It was very pleasant. I haven't seen Shirley since before Nancy left.
Later that evening I had dinner again with Helen at Adele's. Twice in one month, what a treat!
I SLEPT ALL DAY WEDNESDAY AND UNTIL 11am TODAY. I WAS DONE IN!
I did get my calendar changed and my Christmas cards finished and addressed.
Now I am catching up on the blog. Friday I hope to get a movie in with Aine before she leaves for Christmas with Laura and Emily in Sacramento.
Saturday I plan to spend with Nancy because we didn't get much of a chance to catch up on her trip back to Indiana at Shirley's b-day party.
I MUST GET SOME GARDEN WORK DONE next week. The frost destroyed some of my favorite plants. I hope that they come back. Perhaps Spring will report on it.
I need to talk to her about the frost and whether or not I need to put out snail bait.

A PLEASANT DAY OF GETTING THINGS DONE

2009-12-11T23:28:00.000-08:00

I had a pleasant day today wrapping up loose end chores and talking on the phone with friends.
I called Vonage today to cancel since I am now with the Ooma modem and the nice young man at Vonage urged me to keep Vonage for free for an extra month just in case (he was hoping) the Ooma modem would fail. That made sense so I agreed and if all goes well I can cancel by Jan.15 to avoid an additional charges.
I called my friend Donna in Orange County to find out her Mom's d.o.b. and the
date she died so that I could put the info on the back of a shadowbox I put together for her of some of her Mom's costume jewelry. Donna gave me 2 earring sets, 2 brooches, and a pendant which were missing quite a few stones. I took them to a bead shop and had the missing crystals replaced and then mounted them in the box for display. I think that this family jewelry will make a nice ancestry keepsake for the grandchildren of their great grand mother. I'll take a picture of it and add it to this blog before I send it to Donna.
I also called Helen today and left a message updating her on my new phone#.
She's in McKinleyville this weekend and we are meeting for dinner at Rita's in Eureka tomorrow night after I take Kyle out shopping for Christmas presents for his Mom and Dad. We're also having lunch together. Sunday, I am taking Ryan for his shopping trip and lunch.
Nancy's finally back in town! After many months in the mid-west helping out her son in his construction business. She sure was missed. She had root canal work done on her tooth just 2 days after getting home and hasn't been too perky. We'll being having lunch on Tuesday. She hopefully will be better by then.
I was shredding some papers after clearing out my file cabnet which hadn't been updated in many years when I almost shredded an envelope with a Grant Deed from the Valhalla cemetery in North Hollywood, CA. Since I am back into Ancestry searches, I thought that I'd better see who was buried there. There were 2 plots, one with my brother who died in 1965 and the 2nd one was empty, so I've put it for sale on Craig'sList. I ALMOST SHREDDED A POTENTIAL $1500.
Finally, tonight I have been working on organizing and putting into envelopes elderly family pictures in order to send them to my cousin Billy Jack so he could scan them into his computer. He says that he can do some restoration work on them. I haven't heard from him about the 1st batch I sent. He did return them, but I don't know if he did any work on restoring them. I'll call him when I am ready to send out this batch. I also did get a cd of VIDEO PROFESSOR for Photoshop so that I may learn to do some photo work myself. I am just getting started with that.
Oh, Rexy has seen me typing and is now all over me wanting his turn to blog.

SPRINGS FALL GARDEN REPORT AND PICTURES

2009-12-10T19:56:00.000-08:00

Spring has finished her Fall Garden Report and has posted it on her blog page. I put together the slidshow above of the photos on which she reported. I am very proud of the job which she is doing. She helps make the garden a more pleasant space for me and the kitties with her recommendations and observations. I am very greatful to Andrea for giving her to me

Ooma's ARRIVED and ALIVE!!!

2009-12-09T21:36:00.000-08:00

I just finished

installing my new

Ooma telephone

modem (after alot

of frustration, I am electronically

CHALLENGED!) and I love it.

The clarity is great and no more

phone bills! The best part.

SEE YOU LATER

2009-07-18T19:23:00.000-07:00

Since I am going for my gb surgery Monday,

I won't be adding to the blog until after that

and when I am feeling better. I am just not

able to enjoy anything right now and want

it all to be over. I hate needing to do it and

it scares me. I wish that Neil were here, I

was never afraid of anything as much when

he was around.

A HUMILIATION CHALLENGE

2009-07-11T20:55:00.001-07:00

Another blogger on
'My Own Treasure Island'
told of a prom night experience of
hers' which was a dream night come
true only to be ruined by cruel kids.
I think that the 'humiliation' was
theirs, not hers, but I am no longer 14. Her
challenge for us is to relate our 'Most
embarrassing Moment' on our own blog with a
reference back to hers. So here is my story:
My mom and I moved from the freezing
winters of northern Indiana in a small town to
glamorous Hollywood California in 1960 when I
was a tender seventeen years old. Now this was
when Hollywood and Vine was truly glamorous
and appearing on a TV show, any TV show would
be the best 15 min's. of fame anywhere. If only
all those freezing people back in the Midwest who
didn't appreciate me any way could only see me
now! (and quiet all those nasty rumors about
anyone who moves to California MUST be
pregnant). Well we did get tickets to some game
show. I really don't remember which one. I was
thrilled and just knew that they would pick me.
They didn't, but while sitting in the audience near
the end of the show all of a sudden every bright
light in the world was shining in my face and the
host was asking me an obviously easy question.
A deer in the headlights would have had more of
a warning than me. Who was I? Where was I?
What's a question? Vaguely I heard voices
around me whispering from many miles away
something that I was suppose to answer. I
finally parroted whatever it was that was said.
I 'won' a set of encyclopedias and hoped that
every TV set in Indiana had died that day.

THERE ARE SO MANY WOMEN IN MY LIFE, I SOMETIMES FORGET HOW MUCH I LOVE MEN!!!

2009-07-08T20:37:00.000-07:00

THE SLAP

It's time for something funny to post.

Now if that one didn't amuse you

maybe this one will.

MEN CAN MULTI-TASK!!!

If you're not on the floor laughing by

now,please send me your favorites,

I need to lighten up!

I TAKE SERENDIPITY WHERE I CAN GET IT

2009-07-08T14:43:00.000-07:00

My friend Nancy asked me and our

friend Jacque to befriend a client of

her's Eve who needs attention and a

few new friends. Jacque emailed Eve

a lovely picture of herself along with

cc to Nancy and me. Now I have a

really lovely picture of Jacque. I had

wanted one when I did a Post on her

and her spiritual guru Abraham

entitled 'HAPPY FOR NO REASON',

but I didn't get one at that time.

Jacque wasn't able to attach photos

with her computer then as her latest

email informs me.

It now has a home in that post.

Check it out. It is truly beautiful.

I'M TRYING TO GET OUT OF MY OWN WAY!

2009-07-08T13:57:00.000-07:00

A few days ago I had been so

depressed about my daughter's

inability to do something seemingly

simple to me. Just invite me over

period. Anytime. In the meantime, I

went over to my friend Aine's for the

4th of July. She has had a miraculous

change of spirit since she had her

house thoroughly cleaned from top

to bottom by her new lady. Amazing

how a change in our environment

can effect our emotions. Still, I was

depressed the next day. Next I went

for lunch at my friend Andrea's after

picking up our lunch at Applebee's

and then something for Aine at

Costco. At Andrea's I washed and

cleaned her wrought iron crystal

cabnet since her carpet which fits

under it was out for cleaning and

would return the next day. After our

visit, I dropped over to Aine's and

we went out for dinner. Being with

others and doing things for others

has really helped with my mood.

I am feeling better today although I

know that I won't be 'cheerful' again

until I get that special invitation.

You are invited for a cup of tea

TODAY MY HEART IS MADE OF LEAD

2009-07-06T19:10:00.000-07:00

I hadn't wanted to do anything today
and yet my heart is so heavy that I
just couldn't get away from the
sadness so I did a little gardening
and transplanted some calla lilies to
take to Andrea tomorrow. I can't
seem to read or watch TV or do video
games. My sadness makes my
concentration fuzzy and I don't care
about what I am doing. I had an
episode (a fight) with my daughter
a few days ago. It was the same old
thing. I want to be invited over and
she just expects me to show up
without asking, yet if I do expect to
come over especially on holidays
and she has plans to be elsewhere,
I guess, I should just know and
have made other plans.
It came down to some hurtful words
and my deciding that I just can't feel
the rejection again and won't be
going over again without being
asked first.

4TH OF JULY 2009

2009-07-06T18:47:00.000-07:00

Happy Birthday America

I spent this 4th of July with
Aine. She had these huge
wonderful hot dogs. She
said that she loved a hot
dog to really Fill The Bun.
All they had on them was
yellow kid mustard. They
were great! Later after
dinner we drove over near
the CHP building in Arcata
and watched the fireworks.
A perfect location.
The view was excellent in spite of the fog.
I dropped Aine off at home and left for Loleta
right away. Just as I was entering Eureka I saw
the finale of their fireworks over the bay.
All in all it was a wonderful day although I did
miss the boys.

I'M SO-SO MISERABLE

2009-06-26T14:53:00.000-07:00

I went for my pre-surgery intake at
MRCH yesterday. Since I worked at
that hospital for 19 yrs. I'm pretty
comfortable there. Then I went out
to lunch with my friend Aine. We
ate Mexican. Yummy. I've been on
tea and lettuce long enough. Today
I feel lousy. No pain mind you, just
tummy pressure and yuckyness.
My surgeon's office never got back
to me about an earlier surgery date.
I guess that they are used to crabby,
panicky patients so ignoring them is
the best policy. Sorta like insurance
companies when a claim is made and
the 1st "no" is protested. Anyway, I'm
too weak to struggle anymore. I'll
stay away from the Yummy stuff until
I feel better. Back on tea and lettuce.

I KNOW THAT YOU HEAR ME, BUT ARE YOU LISTENING?

2009-06-17T14:09:00.000-07:00

I called my surgeon this

Wednesday morning, I

did get past person #1

(who told me Monday

to go off dairy and call

back Friday. I whimpered so she

settled for Thursday) and person #2

said that she was busy with

something else and would call back.

It's now mid-afternoon and no call

back. I don't want to eat only lettuce

and drink tea for a month.

I SEE A KNIFE COMING AT ME!

2009-06-16T10:37:00.000-07:00

I told my surgeon that I would have my gallbladder out since the stones in it are small enough to pass and get caught in the opening to the pancreas causing pancreatitis which can be very serious. The surgery is scheduled for July 20th. Which wasn't far enough away for me. I didn't have any symptoms. No nausea. No pain. Only very, very, very mild slight stomach upset (so I thought). I scheduled an appointment with my primary doc for next Tues. just to get a 2nd opinion from him. Maybe without symptoms I could get him to agree with me to wait as long as possible. Well, I'm ready to cry 'Uncle!'. Today is the 3rd day that I feel miserable. There's a lead rock in my gut and I am perpetually queasy. I don't want to do anything, but sleep, or keep my brain so busy that I can ignore how miserable I feel. I am ready to call the surgeon and have my date moved up. I want to talk to my daughter first, but she's at the gym right now.

Any words of encouragment out there!?

I could use some right NOW.

TAKE ME-ANYWHERE!

2009-06-08T16:41:00.000-07:00

Sometimes, I just get so

involved with what ever

my current addiction is

that I just can't pull

away. Today is one of

those days. I have

fussed with lost images

from the

Baby Album Post

until I am nearly crazy!

I also have 3 help

questions out there for slideshow

posting. I just can't seem to let

something go, even for a little

while until I am satisfied (perfect?)

with the results. I think that what I

need right now in something,

ANYTHING else to

take me away right now!

I'M A VICTIM OF CYBERSPACE!

2009-06-07T23:32:00.000-07:00

My heart is no longer thumping, but it still
does feel like a rock in my chest, and no it's
not medical. I am new at storing photos in
Picasa, so I was organizing albums, deleting
duplicates, etc. when I note came up saying
that some of the photos I deleted will be
removed from my BLOG!!! I raced with my
shaking fingers to my blog and images from
mine and Rexy's were not only gone, but
boxes with ugly red x's were left and all my
resolutions and settings were off. I felt sick.
I had sent out all these excited emails about
the proud new posts I had just done after
learning about my camera, learning to upload
pictures the way I wanted. Creating just the
right look I wanted and now my whole
computer was off, nothing was in proportion
any longer. The whole scheme of the blog
wrong. I was so upset that I couldn't even
cry. I HATED PICASA. They screwed not
only my blog, but my whole computer.
I had to resort to resetting my computer to
yesterday in order to get my look back. Plus
Rexy's Fetch post still needed a lot of work
to restore it. His header was gone and
needed to be reloaded and one of the side
images in his and my blog were gone.
I had to get it all fixed before anyone took
me up on my email and tried to look at it.
IT WAS LIKE INVITING PEOPLE OVER TO
A PARTY ONLY TO FIND THAT YOUR HOUSE
HAD BEEN RANSACKED BY SOMEONE YOU
HAD INVITED IN AND TRUSTED JUST WHEN
COMPANY WAS EXPECTED!

Even he knows the value and security of hard copy.
And he looks happy compared to me, but he's all
I've got that comes close to how I feel.
CHECKING ON A VISITOR SIGN IN THIS MORNING
I NOTICED THAT ONE OF MY BABY ALBUM IMAGES
WAS AGAIN MISSING. IT WAS THERE LAST NIGHT.
I AM GOING TO JUST GO AHEAD AND ADD IT TO
THE TOP AND HOPE FOR THE BEST.

STACEY'S BABY ALBUM SAMPLE PHOTOS

2009-06-06T19:40:00.000-07:00

I was showing Stacey a baby album scrapbook that
I was making for a friend when she asked if I could
redo her baby book as a scrapbook. I was
delighted. The images were going to be a challenge
since they mostly consisted of dated Polaroid
snaps, many faded and poorly composed. To have
them done professionally would have been cost
prohibitive, I just started by taking them to
Wallgreens and copying them. They turned

out so well and then scrapbooking flaws can turn out
charming. Judge for yourself. The first challenge
here was to learn how to use my camera well
enough to be able to take a picture of the
scrapbook page. I had to get close, but didn't want
blurry pictures. I had to figure out how to turn off
the flash since it reflected because of the closeness.
I got a simple auto because I never wanted to do
any of this. Well I knew that I had to since I wasn't
happy with the close up photos I did for Spring's
Garden. So, I hunted around and found the manual
and did my homework. They turned out pretty well,
don't you think? Please Comment and let me know.
I need encouragement.

Stacey was born in Puerto Rico and

this picture was taken soon after

we came home from the hospital.
I bought this album kit knowing that

I had to do a wreath around her

composed of pastel baby animals.

I was lucky to have the

pastel velum dot paper.

Extra butterfly cut outs are a nice touch.
These pictures were taken in our livingroom

in Puerto Rico. In this tropical climate as

little clothing as possible is the most comfortable.

I did a rather exotic layout here due

to Stacey's red booties and the

tropical country

The glued on sequins were fun to do

Family in Southern California had a baby

shower for us and then sent the gifts.

Stacey's first Christmas back in California

I loved this paper, it matched my dress so well.

I love the casualness of these photos

with the palms in the background of

the typical Southern California City.
It was a good choice not to edit any

of it out.

Cute layout, don't ya think?!

I love scrapbooking. I think that my style is

simple, but bold.

Felt embellishments are so hot in

scrapbooking right now

I must have the right paper for every page

Finally: I did think of scanning in my

pages, but I don't know how to use

my scanner yet either.

So much to learn! What fun!

MY BLOG IS WANTED AND READ!!!

2009-06-03T19:06:00.000-07:00

I had lunch with my friend Andrea today and she
mentioned that if I am going to have a blog for my
friends that I had an obligation to 'keep it up'.
I was stunned. I definitely agree and I have been
feeling a little guilty for letting it go, but I truly
didn't think that anyone was really interested.
Most of the 'hits' I get aren't from people I know.
The last time I talked to Andrea about the blogs,
she said that because of health issues that she
couldn't sit at the computer to read very often.
My daughter says she's too busy, Shirley says
that the print is too small for her to read, Nancy
won't even look at it under threat of....well you
get the picture. I went over all this in another
post previously entitled click on:

NOT ANOTHER DAMN BLOG!

from March 18th. Also, I reminded Andrea
that she didn't check any of the boxes about
wanting to know more about anything and she
didn't leave any comments, but that I am so
pleased that she is interested and that really does
encourage me to post more often. Now that I
can get my pictures off my camera and into the
computer will definitely help.
Andrea asked me about Kyle and how his leg
was healing. He is doing just Great! He's in a
walking cast now and can even take it off for
sleeping.
I went to Ryan's baseball game for the 1st time
last Friday and Saturday. What a thrill to see
these small young boys play such a great game
with such concentration and purpose. This is
their first year at 10yrs old and they are
wonderful!
My stomach has been acting up again lately,
this has been going on since before Feb. when
I went to the E.R. (see Feb. post click on:

MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT

-I added pictures of me in E.R.-
check it out and see how CUTE I look-sic!) so
I went in for upper and lower scopes. The tests
are a cinch with versaid (a short term memory
loss and anti anxiety drug-I am not sure of the
correct spelling). I also had a gallbladder US
which showed that I have stones, but I really
think that my symptoms are from my stomach.
I have an appointment with my surgeon
tomorrow (he did the scopes) and being a
surgeon he will suggest gallbladder removal,
but since I am a reluctant patient and NOT
convinced my problem is my gb he won't get
too far with me. I'll report what he finally says.
I have been doing tons of gardening lately and
enjoying every second. I plan on taking some
pictures tomorrow for SPRING to report on.
Check out her blog for the latest gardening
news.
REXY is so thrilled that he got pictures of
himself on his blog and lets you know how
wonderful he is!!!
I am done for now, but check back often,
since I will be keeping up with my posting.

THE POWER OF LOVE

2009-04-24T22:00:00.000-07:00

I forgot to post these

pictures for Easter.

Love and Nurturing
knows no boundries.

THE FOLLOWING ARE THE WORDS
OF THE REHAB CARE GIVER:

These little bunnies, are about 6 days old. They were attacked by a dog and orphaned. Two, out of the litter of five did not survive, and these three were not doing very well. Noah is a non-releasable, one-legged homing pigeon that we have here in rehab. Noah kept going over to the bunny cage and looking in...even sleeping in front of the door to the cage. Then, 2 days ago, I only counted 2 bunnies in the cage, so I hurriedly picked Noah up from the front of the cage so I could look inside. And to my surprise...there was the tiny bunny...under Noah's wing...sound asleep! The bunny had crawled through the cage....preferring a featherbed, no doubt. Now, they are all together, and the bunnies are doing GREAT. When the bunnies scoot underneath Noah's feathers, he extends his wings out to surround them and they snuggle. When one of them moves and they start sticking out here and there, he gently pushes them back under him with his beak!!!!! This is amazing!!! 'He will cover you with His feathers, and under His wings you will find refuge.' (Psalm 91:4

I AM HOME-GOT LOST-SAW THE OCEAN-MET A CUTE COP AND LOTS MORE!!!

2009-04-14T10:36:00.000-07:00

Kyle broke his leg

As most of you know, I went to Southern California to attend a continuing education meeting at Cedar's Sinai and to visit my friend Helen on the way in Daley City and my friend Donna in Orange County. I planned on being away for about 3 weeks. The 300ish mile drive down to the bay area was great, pleasant and easy. Dinner and good conversation with Helen very enjoyable as usual. I planned on a new untried route to the L.A. , Orange County area which involved the switching of 2 freeways to highway 152 cutting over East to the 5 south to go straight through. Now for my non California blogging friends, the 5 So. goes through about 300miles of flat mostly barren dessert with some crops of irrigated fruit trees. The drive is long, fill with hug trucks, boring and forever, but it is the shortest, fastest route. The 152 surprised me! The drive was beautiful! There was apart that went through forrests and hills which reminded me of pictures of the Italian Mediterranean. I was enjoying it so much, right up to the time I came over a hill and there before me was the Pacific Ocean! I had gone the wrong way.Until that time, I didn't realize that I had a problem with east and west, but there it was, the Pacific Ocean not the dessert. I reversed course and went back. The 152 inland turned out to be an expedient and good cut over, but I had lost 2 1/2 hrs. driving time by going the wrong way. I was still feeling so good that I kept going and made the 400 mile trip to Donna's by 9pm that evening. It was okay.

What a joy to see my friend. We talked for days. I helped her some with reorganizing her laundry area. We did laundry and talked and ate and had fun. Donna's is on oxygen most of the time and it is hard for her to accomplish very much on her own. Her daughter Cassandra is very good about helping out and so is Mori her exhusband who takes care of the yard. It's funny how some people can be better friends when they are no longer married. Anyway, Mori has been a doll. Donna and I were about ready to 'attack' her 1st bedroom, getting it ready for her to sleep there when I got a call from Stacey Thursday morning telling me that Kyle had broke his leg skate boarding. Although it was very upsetting news there was nothing I could do, so I decided to stay at Donna's. We planned Easter dinner at Mori's with the rest of the family. I was so much looking forward to seeing everyone! Friday Donna wanted me to call about Kyle, but I didn't want to distract Stacey with a call and nothing would change with his leg until the following week when it was time for the hard cast. I planned on tentatively leaving early in the week instread of staying an extra week. But dear, dear Donna has very good wisdom, which I might add, her family under values because she is so emotional, and she called Stacey and Sachio answered and said that the bone settings were not right and that he need to have it reset, maybe with surgery.

That did it, I had the car packed and was out the door in less than an hour. I planned on driving to just north of San Francisco then stopping at a motel for some sleep so would get to Eureka by Saturday morning. I took the East Bay route to avoid The City, but got lost and ended up in S.F. hunting down the 101 No. Finally found it and was zipping out of town across the Golden Gate trying to make up time when I was pulled over by the cutest young patrol officer. He had me pull off the fwy before stopping. He asked me if I was in a hurry? Yes! I said, "My grandson broke his leg and may go to surgery and I had to get home and that it was probably best that he pulled me over because I was so upset and I knew that I was too much in a hurry." He wrote me up for a 'fix it ticket' for my taillight, but not for speeding. Now, I didn't 'get out of' a ticket. I am not that clever. I just told the truth. I drove slower, but I still did speed, just not 75 in a 55. I found that I couldn't stop, I would just pace the floor if I did. I needed to get home! So I made the almost 800 miles in 12 1/2 hours and was still too keyed up to go right to sleep when I got home. Rexy was so very excited to see me. Check out his blog. I didn't call the kids as it was about 1:30 am. I went over there early the next morning. Kyle's resetting went very well, the first one, by the ER doc was off by about 1/2 inch! The Orthopod corrected it under anesthesia which helped Kyle's pain levels quite a bit. Kyle had fractured both bones in his right lower leg just above the growth plates in his ankle. We were concerned that if it wasn't done right that that tibia growth plate may be damaged and that the leg may not continue to grow. Scary stuff. I also wanted Kyle to know that he's loved enough and valuable enough for me to get back to him. He gets uncomfortable and we must rearrange his leg cushions often, recover him with the comforter, get his fluids and food, and help him to the bathroom. I brought over my shower chair from my garage attic storage so we could bathe him seated with the leg wrapped in plastic out side of the tub-shower. Stacey needed help. Attending Kyle is a full time job. Sachio helps and so does Ryan, but they are not the mom. I run errands, do laundry, and anything else Stacey needs help with, like being with Kyle while she takes a shower. It's like having a new baby in the house. Ryan, my youngest grandson and Kyle's brother is so used to being 'the baby' of the family, it was hard for him to see Kyle getting all this attention. The accident through off the whole of the family dynamics. Ryan and I had a talk ( I talked, Ryan whined) about how dangerous Kyle's break was. I took a pencil and broke it explaining how Kyle can't put weight on the bones and how he may lose height if the leg is bumped, or disturbed in any way and how it's his turn to take care of Kyle. Ryan was wonderful. He stopped whining and helped Kyle. Later Kyle needed to be reminded that Ryan wasn't his slave. I love them both so much.

Aine came over for Easter and brought salad and carrot cake.We hid plastic eggs on the couch for Kyle while he was in the bathroom and around the house for Ryan.

Stacey rented a bunch of movies and video games. Then we ordered Pizza from Round Table. Veggie, Pepperoni, Sauage and Mushroom, and a half Hawaiian and half Garlic Chicken. It turned out to be a great Easter for which we were all blessed and greatful.

THANK GOD FOR THE PAIN!

2009-03-28T06:33:00.000-07:00

Another blogger friend, who bravely has shared the pain of her childhood in her blog and the caring comments from other blogging friends has prompted me to write this post.

I don't ever remember having difficultly distinguishing compassion and understanding or the ability of imaging myself in someone else's shoes from expecting myself to take responsibility for my behavior. I think that some people do have a problem with this. Perhaps they're afraid that if they feel compassion for a guilty party that that means automatic forgiveness and exoneration of responsibility.

Often I've heard some folks say that a crappy childhood is not an excuse for bad and certainly not evil behavior. Well, I don't agree, no excuse is necessary. I can truly understand that if I were raised without love, boundaries, or being taught about respect for others let alone being raised unloved, not respected, not disciplined, or physically abused or tortured that I would (may) only know to do the same to anyone else who may displease me or who may have what I want. The rage resulting from such traumatic treatment could and often does result in dishonorable behavior and can be repeated from generation to generation. Does this tragic mind set of fear of compassion mean understanding without responsibility. Of course not. Behavior no matter how well tied to understanding and compassion must have consequences and it's okay to 'feel for the guy' even if those consequences include being locked away forever or in the extreme, death, so that person may never do the heinous behavior again.

'Oh', you say, 'we all know right from wrong and have a choice'. Not necessarily.

We all know what the general moral conscience is from society, but the absence of moral conscience may be how we were raised. If my father beat me as a child I may strongly and justifiably beat my child, disregarding the current societal views that corporal punishment is illegal. But remember when...spare the rod and spoil the child? I believe that we are all born with a capacity for moral conscience, but unless that capacity is filled by compassionate training it can be lost or buried to the degree of non existence.

My mother did feel love for me, of this, I have no doubt. But she did not know how to nurture or value another person which to me is true love. She was very self centered and had little respect for others.

She did not physically abuse me. But she did not set boundaries for me nor did she have disciplanary expectations of me. And she blamed me for my shortcomings in order to exonerate her own. She only did as she was raised. I of course, married a man who would sustain this model of myself. He did a great job. I continued to blame and hate myself for my behaviors and attitudes, but kept my beliefs sometimes unknown to myself and blamed and hated others for their behaviors and attitudes. Was my behavior understandable since it was all I knew? Sure. Was I responsible for it? You betcha! I was one of the lucky ones. I was miserable. And hurt. Enough to go to therapy. Many, maybe even most sick people inflict enough of their pain on to others to the degree that they aren't aware that they even feel it themselves. Sometimes they get enough power over others by imposing their pain on them that they never have the need to change anything. As I said I was lucky. I hurt. So I wanted to change things, to raise my daughter better, to break the family cycle of absence of really truly giving love. Now I didn't just run out and do this. I had no gauges, no measure, no feeling for love that wasn't self centered. But I knew one thing. That I was responsible for how well my daughter grew up. Was I a good mother. No. But I was better than my mother and I took responsibility with my daughter. I told her my story and also told her that the way she was raised was not her fault! Unlike what my mother told me. My daughter now had work of her own to do. She had to change herself in order to better raise her children. She learned that that was her responsibility. That girl has character. And she has done a great job. Much better than I could have dreamed for. Sure my grandsons won't grow up to be perfect people, but they are loved and nurtured and protected and disciplined and raised with a respect and love for God. Oh by the way, did my daughter ever take it out on me for opening the door to blame me. Of course. And I took a hammering for awhile, then I told her that the statutes of limitations had run out and that the remnants of 'mean mom' in her head were her responcibility to change. I had changed, now it was her turn. And yes, eventually she has forgiven me, but really the only thing that matters here is that our boys have not inherited the 'family' dysfunction and that the cycle has been broken after only God knows how many generations. How's that for helping to change the world for the better.

Wait a minute! How did I get all that wisdom in the first paragraph about compassion and understanding and separation from responsibility? Oh, it was always there, like, I believe in all of us, buried under tons of crap, crap that can make some of us go out and murder or make others miserable to relieve the rage. Like I said, I was lucky,

I turned my rage inward, 'thanks mom', and hurt. If I'd turned it outward, well I wouldn't be here would I.

AMAZING NEW PETS

2009-03-27T22:57:00.000-07:00

I HAD TO POST THESE WONDERFUL PHOTOS SENT TO ME BY MY DAUGHTER

This is something I have never seen before, or ever even heard of. This woman lives in a Hummingbird fly zone. As they migrated, about 20 of them were in her yard. She took the little red dish, filled it with sugar water and this is the result.The woman is Abagail Alfano of Pine, Louisiana - she has been studying them daily and one morning put the cup from the feeder, with water in it, in her hand; as they had gotten used to her standing by the feeder they came over to her hand. She says in touching they are as light as a feather.

Touching Hummingbirds

MAKING FRIENDS

TRAINING TO TRUST WITH SUGAR WATER

When Did You Become An Adult!!!

2009-03-18T17:03:00.000-07:00

As I was leaving my daughter's house last

evening at about 8p.m. you were asked to

walk me to my car which was parked on the

street. On the front porch, I said that you

didn't need to walk me all the way out.

You can just watch me from here. "No

grandma, I can't. I'm walking you all the

way out." No, you don't have to, I replied.

"Yes, I do", you said firmly. Your tone of

voice surprized me. How adult. How

determined. It was So. You were walking

me out and that was that. Last I looked

you were a typical, some what argumentitive

thirteen year old. Who was this man who

was seeing me safely to my car? I was used

to kids your age who either laughed at or

were dazed by mannerly expectations.

Wow! I thought. When you start dating,

if you treat young girls this way, their

mom's will be in heaven.

2009-03-18T15:42:00.000-07:00

My blog friend Veronica has a lovely artsy blog

which is beautiful and interesting. She taught

me how to add my own beautiful backgrounds

(also, see her husband Rick's tutorial on blog

backgrounds: His site is referenced below).

I noticed on different blogs that other blogs

they followed or recommended were referred

to by title or name. Since many of the lists were

so very long, I just couldn't look at all of them.

When I started my own reference list to the few

blogs I follow and like, I noted them by their

blog banners, giving a better idea (or a feel

for) of what type of blog could be expected.

Veronica asked me to tell how I did this. Her's

was simple. I just clicked right on her header

and Save as: her picture. Blogs with text

headers, but fancy backgrounds can be

worked by:

1. Saving the background and then retrieving it

in Photobucket.

(you must set up an account for this-it's free.)

2. Then edit the background by cropping it to

a rectangle

3. Finally, I added the blog title text.

4. I then clicked right on the newly edited

banner to Save as:

5. In Layout, I add a gadget on the side bar

through 'add a picture' with the blog's address.

Which is all interesting and works well until the

blog that is being followed likes to change the

look on a regular basis. But, for the few I like

so far is well worth it to me. And I am honoring

their value to me with my appreciation of their

look.

NOT ANOTHER DAMN BLOG!!!

2009-03-18T14:47:00.000-07:00

Blogging is relatively new to me. My main motive was to write about my experiences with family and friends and thereby keep everyone in the loop and for them to know what was going on with each individual or group. However the responses I've received about this simple undertaking have been quite astonishing. My daughter when asked if she had looked at my blog, responded "Oh, mom, I know all that stuff you wrote". But, when we looked at it together, she kept replying, "I didn't know that"! My friend Nancy avoided answering me when I asked if she had looked at it. Then finally at lunch she crossed her fingers in front of me and said "Enough already, I don't do blogs". What's THAT supposed to mean. Is it like I don't do books, or I don't do museums or movies? Blogs are so unique and different I couldn't quite understand, but saying so would have sounded like arguing. Finally I said to her, please, "It's like I just bought a new dress that I am quite proud of and you won't even LOOK at it. Would you please, just look at it? That's all I'm asking".
She agreed to look at it, but had 'lost' the address. I haven't sent it to her yet. Do you think that I am pouting? Hum. My friend Helen was quite excited for me that I took on such a splended new undertaking. I kissed her as tears threatened to well up in my eyes. After all, this blog has become my own creation and has taken on greater meaning to me than I originally intended. Helen then said that she thought maybe some people thought that I expected them to follow what I was writing on a regular day-to-day basis, becoming a responsiblilty. No, I protested! I just wanted them to look at it! -well maybe occasionally. My friend Shirley can't see small print, so she's not interested. Donna and her daughter Cassandra have shown an interest. My friend Aine doesn't have a computer so I printed it out and gave her a copy. She loves it.
Aine's daughter, Laura looked at it and said that she liked it.
My friend and vet, Erzsi, who sends me an annual Christmas letter, which I like because it keeps me update about her family life, says she won't look at it because she doesn't have time. I've emailed many others with the news and the blog address, but I don't know if any of them have looked. I've gotten more hits than I expected from such specifically personal ramblings, but I don't know who these people are or if they will ever return or even why they would.

MAGNIFICENT OBSESSIONS

2009-03-06T16:17:00.000-08:00

I haven't had this much fun since I first started card making. It all started when I received a hand made card from a friend. The feeling that I got when I opened the envelope and looked at something someone else had gone to the trouble just to send to me was incredible. I felt cared about and special. I knew then that I wanted to give this gift of loving to others and dove into stamping with a passion. Of course I had to have all the paraphernalia that went with the craft. I found that I never met a stamp that I couldn't use. Oh, the techniques and tips which I gobbled up, as quickly as I could, never choked me. I swallowed with gusto! Luckily I had a good job and made enough money to support my addictive habit! Who knows what length I would have gone to to get what I wanted if I couldn't make my own money. Perhaps standing on street corners with signs saying:
" Will work for Alcohol Ink".
I never thought that I would scrapbook, that is too much like cut and paste with someone else's artwork. How little did I know. One day it just occurred to me-Stamping IS using someone else's artwork. I don't want to necessarily be an original purist, I just want to assemble creatively, so off to the scrapbooking venues with gusto, I went. To the stores, websites, card parties, I went for 12 x 12 papers, albums, and all and any ephemera I could get my hands on to make the perfect page. Now I am retired with a craft room that looks like a crap room jammed with STUFF for a lifetime and no money to buy MORE!!! Then my sweet daughter comes along and innocently suggests that I join Facebook, it is so much fun and keeps one in touch with friends almost daily rather than by the occassional email. So I did.

I immediately recognized that a line or two about me wasn't enough! I had to have more, so I explored blogging and here I am . Can't sleep, up all night learning electronic techniques. Must have more ideas! I roam from site to site for ways to enhance my pages. How do I get THAT background page template? How come they can put pictures mid blog. What's an Html? What's an URL? How many images (they are so much like pre colorized stamps) can I save to my documents before my computer crashes!
I go over each posting (blog) with intense care.
I refine daily.
I search other people's blogs for techniques. I haven't dressed for days. I GOTTA GET OUTA TOWN. Hey, I'm back. I LOVE it all.

p.s. Know any good techniques or interesting ways to do stuff?

HAPPY FOR NO REASON

2009-03-02T22:55:00.000-08:00

Hello.
I am the Friggin' Happiness Fairy.
I've sprinkled happy dust on you.
So Smile, dammit.

I often receive very

interesting emails from my

friend Jacque. In fact, she

IS one of the most

interesting people I know.

I have some comments to

make about that email

which I have following here.

I'll save my comments for below hers.
DVD based upon a book Happy for No Reason:
7 Steps to Being Happy from the Inside Out .
Available in paperback at Amazon.com, by
Marci Shimoff (Author), Carol Kline (Contributor)
Because the author's position is that happiness is
a self-help, bootstrap, inside job, my attention

was captured immediately. The author's position

is not based upon "airy fairy" supposition, but is

based upon current scientific thought and

experiementation with interviews with various

scientist who are experimenting with ways to

change the brain. As one scientist put it, the

brain is plastic and can continue to change up to

the day we die. How we feel, what we think

about changes the brain chemistry. Good

thoughts and emotions give us beneficial

chemistry and visa versa. This is all very much

in sync with what Abraham teachesSo,

I love it,natch!
Yes, I sent my money in and will receive the DVD
in time. Cost a lot because it's a contribution to
PBS. Well, that's as good a way to spend money
as anything else I've bought lately,

like that vacuum cleaner.

Jacque's reference to happiness and brain

chemistry reminded me of a day many years

ago when I was a young housewife and not

a particularly happy person. I remember

being in my livingroom doing some chore

when suddenly I was 'flooded' with happiness

of such great magnitude that I told myself

that I should always remember this moment

as it was unusually significant. I probably had

a surge of estrogen! None the less it was a

wonderful moment for me.I have for most of my

life chased a disire for happiness. At one time, like

most girls, I thought it would be when I met Prince

Charming.Well when HE didn't work out, I thought

happiness would come from being self sufficient and

self supporting. That actually helped, but it didn't bring

the real thing.Getting nearer to God came the closest

at one time. I think it was that God and graditude go

hand in hand. It really is hard to be self centered and

grateful at the same time. But He didn't really work out

either.After time, I managed to get things that I truly

wanted. A house, a new car, a little financial security,

really good friends,loving grandchildren, my daughters

forgiveness, 6 cats, 2rats,and decent neighbors.

Finally, after about 60 or so years I found

out in group therapy that I wasn't really

EVIL inside

(now at the same time it was outwardly news to me that I

believed such a thing) it was then as time passed I

gained the contentment that I now have inside

and I can honestly say that I am a happy

person.So does this mean that happiness can

be ours with a little help from internal drugs

and having a good self image?I guess so

except that for me, the estrogen is gone and

I REALLY saw myself in the mirror yesterday

so the good self image is shot!I think that the

therapy thing and God worked the best as vehicles to

allow me to appreciate my other gifts, oh and it does

really really help to have a GOOD vaccuum with 6 cats.

FOUND ON FACEBOOK

2009-02-27T17:20:00.000-08:00

........John...........Cassandra......... Cindy

I lucked out on Facebook. I found wonderful pictures of friends. The 1st guy posing with Ben is my dear, dear friend Donna's son-in-law, John. He's married to her daughter Sheila. Now, I've known Sheila since she was a beautiful baby and Donna's first. When Sheila was born, Donna asked her mother, Vada, if the baby knew how much she was loved. Vada replied that Sheila just knew that she was warm and comfortable, a rather flat answer, I thought.

Cassandra is Donna's 2nd daughter and 2nd child. Cassie was the pride of the family and also the family rebel; it seemed that she could get away with murder and since Sheila was older, therefore responsible. I thought that Donna spoiled her, but how could she not help it! Cassie was the pearl in her family's oyster. Now, I think that Donna is far too hard on Cassandra and I tell her every chance I get. "I'm working on her Cassie! I'm on your side!" Now it may be thought that I risk being so blunt and involved because Donna's not computer savy and may not read this-but-Donna and I have been friends for 50YEARS and by now we pretty much can say anything without risking our loss of love or friendship. How many people do you have that freedom with in your life? I digress: I think that both girls are works of art and are a mother's pride.

Found Cassandra's living room on FB and wanted to share it here. It is so stylish and so her.
(Hey, Kev, feeling left out? Send me your picture, I couldn't use that sign you have on Facebook, you are far too handsome to be replaced by a playbook. )
The next lovely lady is Cindy, my daughter Stacey's best and long time friend. When the girls were teenagers in Orange County they would get dressed up to go out and they were so tiny and beautiful that they reminded me of very exotic and colorful birds. I have some very cute pictures of them from those days. Now, imagine! they are grown up ladies with colorful baby birds of their own and Cindy's little girl Natalie is next to her mom. It is so wonderful to be able to go back into my mind where you all are so very young and fresh and then follow you through a time line to the beautiful adults that you are now.

If we leave no children and all who knew us die, could we tolerate the thought of that total blank space in the worldtimeline. Oddly this was never a thought to me until my husband Neil died and I was grieving so at the idea that since he had no children, no one would know he had ever existed once a few other people were gone. I only was at peace when I got him his headstone engraved with who he was for all to see forever. Neil Tennyson: The Hero of His Own Life. Which he was, but that is another story.

Friend Andrea

2009-02-27T13:39:00.000-08:00

This is my dear friend Andrea and dog Max. Andrea and I have a long history together. We were widowed at about the same time and met in a very helpful group. Like me, Andrea's husband was enough friend for her so his loss was everything. I needed a friend too, so we got together. We've had a lot of fun over the years. We celebrate birthdays, holidays, and have gone to plays, garden tours and out to dinner many times. I have never been able to find it in another friend who likes to do all the same fun activities with the same passion as I do. For example this coming spring, again "who do I go Garden Touring with". Hopefully again this year my daughter will have time to go.

Andrea has always loved to travel. I never cared to, but liked seeing her many travel pictures and hearing about her adventures. I have a wonderful picture of her from her trip to Greece one year. It is a lovely profile, she's without makeup because of the heat, and the image is a work of art! I'll get it into the blog eventually.

Since her accident on her last trip we haven't been able to go places outside of her house, but that doesn't stop Andrea! She's one of the busiest people I know. We have luncheon parties together, travel in her family picture books, and she tells me all about the latest art classes she takes on her computer.

Andrea still wants a man in her life, preferably one also on oxygen so that they can be heavy breathers together!!!

COUSIN BARBARA

2009-02-26T12:53:00.000-08:00

This is my cousin Billy's wife Barbara. Isn't she beautiful! Now I just need a picture of him and a pic of them both for here and my scrapbook.

I discovered Billy on Ancestry.com when I was researching family history for the genealogy scrapbook I am composing for the boys. I was thrilled! I hadn't seen Billy since we were both young adults and then he didn't remember me too well, yet I had the fondest memories of him when we were very young children.

I am sending Billy all the old family pictures from my possession and in return he is cleaning them up and processing them so that I can put them into the album. I will make him an album too at the same time. Billy and Barbara are big family history buffs so I think that they will enjoy it. I do have some photoshop and other photo software that I want to learn so I can do some work myself, but since the rats ate the speaker wires I don't have audio right now (Oh, that story is for another blog).

MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT

2009-02-26T04:35:00.000-08:00

Most of you know that I have chronic stomach problems and lately it's become an acute problem. I just had to cancel a birthday luncheon with Andrea in which she was surprising me by inviting our mutual friend Nancy who was bringing a cake! As I am writing this, it is the middle of the night because I have esophageal reflux so bad that it spasms when I lie down. Help is on the way. My doc has prescribed some good meds and I am on the mend. When this all started I was at my daughter's staying the night and woke with severe pain which led us to the ER. I wasn't sure if it was heart or stomach. My foremost thought was "I can't die, I haven't finished the boys ancestry album!!". Which later brought me to wondering what keeps each of us alive?
I would have been truly been 'broken hearted' if I couldn't complete this loving task for my grandsons since I am the only one with all the information. There are very old family pictures in which I am the only one who knows the stories behind these photos. I know that my friend Helen's life accumulating goal is to write her book. This event has led me to the curiousity of wondering what goal, not yet realized experience, or yearning keeps you alive

HERE I AM IN ST. JOE'S E.R.