Happy Mother’s Day!!
May 11, 2007
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HAPPY MOTHERS DAY TO ALL THE MOMS OUT THERE THIS WEEKEND!
I will not be home this weekend we are leaving sometime this after noon. My Honey is taking me to see my Dad this weekend for Mothers Day I have not seen him in a while. We already have the reservation for the motel up near the jail and I will see him tomorrow. So just wanted to say to all the mothers out there have a wonderful day! Ant to my Mom I mis you Mom and think of you often. But I guess you already know that. Happy Mothers Day Mom!
May 9, 2007
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Went to the doctor today for my re check. He took the dressingoffof my back removed the stiches there were 10 and put butterflys on for now. I have to take antibiotcs for another 5 days. He is being reeal cautious since I am diabetic and heal for the rest of the week till I go see him again next week. I did take the dogs for a walk around the lake they loved it.
Now on the lighter side of things something a friend e mailed to me that just had me grinning from ear to ear. HUGS TO ALL
My young grandson called the other day to wish me Happy
> Birthday
>>> He asked me how old I was, and I told him, "62." He was quiet for
>>> a moment, and then he asked, "Did you start at 1?"
>>> -----------------------------------------------------------------------
>>> After putting her grandchildren to bed, a grandmother
>>> changed into old slacks and a droopy blouse and proceeded to wash
>>> her hair. As she heard the children getting more and more
>>> rambunctious, her patience grew thin. At last she threw a towel
>>> around her head and stormed into their room, putting them back to
>>> bed with stern warnings. As she left the room, she heard the
>>> three-year-old say with a trembling voice, "Who was THAT?"
>>> -----------------------------------------------------------------------
>>> A grandmother was telling her little granddaughter what
>>> her own childhood was like: "We used to skate outside on a pond. I
>>> had a swing made from a tire; it hung from a tree in our front yard.
>>> We rode our pony. We picked wild raspberries in the woods." The
>>> little girl was wide-eyed, taking this in. At last she said, "I sure
>>> wish I'd gotten to know you sooner!"
>>> -----------------------------------------------------------------------
>>> My grandson was visiting one day when he asked, "Grandma,
>>> do you know how you and God are alike?" I mentally polished my halo
>>> while I asked, "No, how are we alike?" "You're both old," he replied.
>>> -----------------------------------------------------------------------
>>> A little girl was diligently pounding away on her
>>> grandfather's word processor. She told him she was writing a story.
>>> "What's it about?" he asked "I don't know," she replied. "I can't read."
>>> -----------------------------------------------------------------------
>>> I didn't know if my granddaughter had learned her colors
>>> yet, so I decided to test her. I would point out something and ask
>>> what color it was. She would tell me, and always she was correct.
>>> But it was fun for me, so I continued. At last she headed for the
>>> door, saying sagely, "Grandma, I think you should try to figure out some of these yourself!"
>>> -----------------------------------------------------------------------
>>> A Sunday school class was studying the Ten Commandments.
>>> They were ready to discuss the last one. The teacher asked if anyone
>>> could tell her what it was. Susie raised her hand, stood tall, and
>>> quoted, "Thou shall not take the covers off thy neighbor's wife."
>>> -----------------------------------------------------------------------
>>> Our five-year-old grandson couldn't wait to tell his
>>> grandfather about the movie we had watched on television, "20,000
>>> Leagues Under the Sea." The scenes with the submarine and the giant
>>> octopus had kept him wide-eyed. In the middle of the telling, my
>>> husband interrupted Mark, "What caused the submarine to sink?" With
>>> a look of incredulity Mark replied, "Grandpa, it was the 20,000 leaks!!"
>>> -----------------------------------------------------------------------
>>> When my grandson Billy and I entered our vacation cabin,
>>> we kept the lights off until we were inside to keep from attracting
>>> pesky insects. Still, a few fireflies followed us in. Noticing them
>>> before I did, Billy whispered, "It's no use, Grandpa. The mosquitoes
>>> are coming after us with flashlights."
>>> -----------------------------------------------------------------------
>>> When my grandson asked me how old I was, I teasingly
>>> replied, "I'm not sure."
>>> "Look in your underwear, Grandma," he advised. "Mine says
>>> I'm four to six."
>>> -----------------------------------------------------------------------
>>> A second grader came home from school and said to her
>>> grandmother, "Grandma, guess what? We learned how to make babies today."
>>> The grandmother, more than a little surprised, tried to
>>> keep her cool. "That's interesting," she said, "How do you make babies?"
>>> "It's simple," replied the girl. "You just change 'y' to 'i'
>>> and add 'es'"
>>> -----------------------------------------------------------------------
>>> Children's Logic: "Give me a sentence about a public
>>> servant," said a teacher. The small boy wrote: "The fireman came
>>> down the ladder pregnant." The teacher took the lad aside to correct him.
>>> "Don't you know what pregnant means?" she asked. "Sure," said the
>>> young boy confidently. "It means carrying a child."
>>> -----------------------------------------------------------------------
>>> A nursery school teacher was delivering a station wagon
>>> full of kids home one day when a fire truck zoomed past. Sitting in
>>> the front seat of the fire truck was a Dalmatian dog. The children
>>> started discussing the dog's duties. They use him to keep crowds
>>> back," said one youngster. "No, said another, "he's just for good
>>> luck." A third child brought the argument to a close. "They use the
>>> dogs," she said firmly, "to find the fire hydrant."
May 8, 2007
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THE TRUTH THE WHOLE TRUTH
I am going to tell anyone who wishes to listen to this a story. This is a true story from start to finish and then after this I am going to be done with the whole thing. I just need to do this for me because I am just so tired of hearing what some people are saying trying to make me out to look like a bad ,trying to make me look like I made them move here and give up what they had. And also maybe some day so my grand children will know the truth. And then this will be the last time that I will have anything to say on the matter.
Back in I believe it was May of 2006 my father was arrested for doing something he should not have done. He was selling drugs. After my mother dies in 2002 he got mixed up with the wrong kind of people trying to fill the void that was left in his heart. He will be away for 4 ½ years. Of course I will give my Dad a chance to change and get better and I will stick by him this time. I called my oldest son who loved in Pennsylvania and asked him if he felt he could come down here and help me to try to save the home that my father and my mother had together. At that point my dad still had crack head living in there trying to act like his friends. My son said that he thought he could do it. I thought that was great we would be able to save my Dads things and the home that he and my Mother bought together.
I had such a hard time getting the other people out. Since about 2 years ago when I moved out of the house it has gone down hill and there was a lot that needed to be done. I could not do anything as long as the people were living there. They had filed a tress pass against me and I could not go on the property. Some time in late June my son called me to tell me they ( he and his family) were selling there things and having all kinds of yard sales. I told them not to NOT yet, things were not ready for them. They did it anyway and got here some time in July I believe it was. They stayed in a motel for a few days till they ran out of money. I had them stay in my home for about 1 week and I could not handle all the commotion and neither could my boyfriend. Be have a very quit laid back kind of life no screaming and yelling or disrespecting one another.
Let me go back just a bit here I do not want to leave anything out. My son has a wife and 5 children of his own AGES 10-4-3-2-1. When they came here 3 were still in diapers. They also had another teenager with them someone they said they had guardianship of. Never left this girls family know they were moving to Florida just up and left. This girl had issue of here own and really could not be trusted. She was angry and should not have been aloud to take care of the children herself. My grand children were not hers but yet she was always being told to do this and that for them. Things went bad and I was called to help what can I do I don’t know this girl I was going to let her stay in my home till her mother could be located but she would not promise me that she would follow the rules. In the end she was put in a runaway home and eventually shipped back up north to her family.
Finally we got the last of the people out of my dads house and I could finally get in to look around. It was worse than I had thought it was! So many repairs had to be made and so much clean up had to be done! What could I do my son brought his family here. I could not keep them in my house any more just could not do it. I helped them clean up some enough that I could get them in the house.
With 5 children now a says pretty much both parents should be working that is the only way a family can survive. Well only my daughter in law was working. With my son being home I figured he could clean up and start making repairs on the place and at first he did start doing that but then it all stopped. They (my son and his family did NOTHING thought that I should pay to do all of this. This house was going to be handed down to THEM but I was supposed to pay for everything for them and take care of my own home. ?????? Does that seem right or fair to anyone out there? NOW REMEMBER I DID TELL THEM NOT TO COME JUST YET THINGS WOULD NOT BE READY FOR THEM!!!
The mortgage on the house is 500.00 a month and then there are taxes on the property and the electric bill that needed to be paid. My son and his family lived there for 8 months and paid the rent 2 times and they paid only one electric bill. I for the most part paid all the other for them. Some of the payments came out of my dads checking account but not much. I my self am out close to 3,000.00 dollars for paying these bills. Plus I help them several month to get food and diapers for the children. I did not mind doing the food and the diapers. Some times that is what grand parents are for.
Things between my son and my self started going bad when I said enough was enough and I could no longer pay any bills for them. If the power got shut off it got shut off. I could not pay there bill, my bills and the money needed for my medical needs. I just could not do it. I told them I could not do it that they would have to find another place to stay I would have to sell the house or it would be foreclosed on. They kept giving me well next week no next month we will pay all we owe but it never happened. After a while I did not believe any promise that I would be given because I figure they were just empty words.
My health was going down fast because of all of the stress and worry that I was being exposed to. I worried about the safety of my grand children I worried about loosing my home because of having of pay their bills. Now even though I told them I could not pay and we were going to loose the house they were NOT making any effort to leave.
I went to the house one day to start packing my fathers things up to get them in to storage and all hell broke loose the police were called. My son pushed me and denied it. My word against his and the police believed him because no one saw it and I was not marked. At that point a tress pass was filed against me. I then had 2 choices. Let them stay there till the finance company took the home back and anything of my mother and fathers would be lost or call family services and tell them what the condition of the house was like. I was now factoring on the safety of the children. No work was being cone even thought I bought the materials for the work to start. I had some one who would come in and do the work but the children could not be there while being done my son would not go for that. The person who was going to do the work did not want to work with power tools around the kids kind of a safety issue.
Oh yes they left them after the authorities were involved. When they left there was poop smeared all over, things that belonged to my mother and father were taken. A rose bush that they knew meant much to me was stomped on, every light, heater and air conditioner in the place was left on as a way to run up the bill I suppose. I found my mothers collection of old record albums with poop smeared all over them and half of them out of the record jackets. This that she collected and took care of some since before I was even born. Ketchup or BBQ sauce was pored all over one of the bed room floors. Every dresser draw was nailed shut closets nailed shut dirty diapers all over. Any toy that I got for the children left behind. Pictures that belonged to my father of my self torn up all over.
Now here is the BIG difference since they have left. A friend of mine has taken over the mortgage and the bills. Everything has been paid in full and on time and in most cases paid early. They have started to make repairs and clean up. And the place as far as I am concerned and my Dad is theirs now. All of these things my son could have done but chose not to. It has been said that I should not have expected that much out of the a family of seven with one income. I am sorry but if there is a family of 7 and they have one income is that their choice or my choice?
I keep hearing about how my oldest grand son is having a hard time about how I turned my back on my blood kin. Tell me any one out there, What more could I have done that I did not already do? I love my grand children with all of my heart and always will. I just feel that it is so sad because I know that they are being fed so many un truths about the whole situation.
I am not saying the house was in great shape as a matter of fact it was a dump but if I had been given some time to go in clean up and fix a few things my self before they made the big move I know things would have been different. Is it my fault that they jumped the gun and came down before the house was even empty let alone cleaned and fixed up? I know that some day my grand children will grow up and know the truth. I know in my heart that GOD will show them the truth. I will also love my son forever after all he is my son. I have tried to embrace his wife and love her but she will not allow it. Maybe since she has not grown up with a mother of her own she does not know how to love as a daughter. I don’t know I guess I never will.
Now in my life I have to work on my health and the stress of all of this is not helping so this IS the last that anyone will hear of this matter from me. If others that are involved do not wish to let it drop and continue on it that is on them not me. I just wanted to set the record straight for anyone who wanted to hear the WHOLE story not just half truths. THANK-YOU
I HOPE THE POEPLE WHO TRULY NEED TO SEE THIS DO SEE IT!
May 5, 2007
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Well I am starting to feel better. but just because I am I am still going to take it easy. The cronic pain is all but gone. Now all I have to get rid of is the pain from the surgery and that is getting less and less every day. I can't wait till the stitches come out and I can take the dressing off the wound. I am itching so terrible!! I am driving people nuts having them scratch gently around the dressing.. LOL. I want to thank you for all of your prayers. I will keep you posted when I actually start ding the things I have not been ablel to do in a year or more because of the pain. HUGS
May 3, 2007
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Right about now I agree with QUEEN TINA. HURT is the word for now. I knew that after the surgery I would feel some pain but boy do I hurt! I was kept over night in the hospital thank god they gave me some good pain killers. now I am home not supposed to do anything. The good news is that the back pain is gone and I know that after a while the pain from the surgery will be gone. Just wanted to let you all know that things were a big success. I go back to see my doctor in one week. YIPPEE!!
May 1, 2007
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Well I went to the hospital today to have my pre ops done. You know blood draw- urine chest x ray and ekg. All was well. I talked to the nurse about my concerns about having to be awake for the surgery, she told me not to worry that all will be well and I will not feel a thing. Tomorrow is the surgery day and hopefully I will be able to blog tomorrow. We shall see. Good Day to all. HUGS
April 28, 2007
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Before I get in to anything else here I want to let everyone that I know that it is Queen Tina’s Birthday! HAPPY BIRTHDAY my friend hope you have a wonderful day and have many many more!
I had a real ruff night last night. Was up all night sick. I know it is from the pain pills. I try not to take them till I just cry from the pain in my back. Then I take them the pain is gone but then I am sick. Darned if I do and darned if I don’t. You know what I mean. That will soon be over. I start my Short term disability at work on Tuesday. I go for my surgery on Wednesday for the spinal stimulator. I am nervous and excited at the same time. Again I have to be awake for the surgery so I can let the doctors know when I feel the stimulation. I will be sedated but this time instead of implanting it by doing an epidural, The Dr. will actually have to cut open my back. Scary knowing that I will be awake!!
I could actually be back to work in three days but, I have to go back for wound check and to have the doctor check how the unit is working several times. And Where I work at a major cell phone company (they just changed there name). They do not accept doctor notes for anything. And they will walk you out for attendance. Just last week 19 people were walked out and one of the guys was with the company for 10 years. So….. I have to take 2 weeks of disability. Fine by me I will be paid for that.
Things are going great over at my Dads house. The bills are being paid on time and in full and there has been so much work done. My friend who is taking over the mortgage has tore out the WHOLE kitchen. Well actually he gave a crow bar to his girlfriend and told her to have fun she did!
When I took the check to the finance company just the other day 2 weeks early she said what are you doing here again? I told her that what happens when you have people who pain in full and on time. They are being GREAT there at Citi financial. They all know my Dad and know that he is not a bad person just got mixed in with the wrong people. They always send regards to him. It is amazing all the work that my friends have done on the house. I told them at the finance company that Dad is selling the house but not going to make anything on it. They did say that was too bad. But Sooooooooo much work needs to be done I can not expect them to pay anything other than keep up the payments. I told Dad he should just be glad it will not go in to foreclosure. We came awful close to that when my son was living there because I ran out of my own money to pay the bills for him. I can’t loose my home for them I just can’t.
I miss him I really do. I would love to know how he is doing and how the grand kids are doing but I am blocked from all of their internet sites so I can’t even find out that way any more but that is ok. I am concentrating on getting my health back any way.
It just hurts when my youngest son asks what did he do that his brother does not try to call him. What do I tell him? All I can tell him is that pray that some day his brother will be his brother again and call him. I know that some day Chris will want him Mom and you know what I will be there for him. I will always love him he is my son. Some day the LORD will help him let go of his anger when he is ready to let it go.
Ted, my youngest son had been so busy here at the house lately he does not have much time to think about his brother. In my front yard, there was a flower bed the shape looked like a dog bone. I hated it, it looked just like a bone! Well, Friday I came home from work and found that he re shaped it in to an oval along with made it bigger! He is doing an awesome job on it. I only wish that I could help him with it but again right at this moment my back will not allow it. I told him once he is done with the prep work I will take him to home depot and help him pick out flowers and things to put in it. The only thing he did not touch (which saved his life LOL) was my SEGO PALM. I grew this up from a seed and they grow real slow. They can get HUGE but it take years, and years.
I will probably not post again till after the surgery is done but if the trail was any clue as to how the permanent stimulator will work I will be back real soon! HUGS to all!
April 26, 2007
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STAMP
Please read the following story and follow the instructions at the end! Thank You .
Like most elementary
schools, it was typical to have a parade of students in and out of the health clinic throughout the day. We dispensed ice for bumps and bruises, Band-Aids for cuts, and liberal doses of sympathy and hugs. As principal, my office was right next door to the clinic, so I often dropped in to lend a hand and help out with the hugs. I knew that for some kids, mine might be the only one they got all day.
One morning I was putting a Band-Aid on a little girl's scraped knee. Her blonde hair was matted, and I noticed that she wa s shivering in her thin little sleeveless blouse. I found her a warm sweatshirt and helped her pull it on. "Thanks for taking care of me," she whispered as she climbed into my lap and snuggled up against me.
It wasn't long after that when I ran across an unfamiliar lump under my arm. Cancer, an aggressively spreading kind, had already invaded thirteen of my lymph nodes. I pondered whether or not to tell the students about my diagnosis. The word breast seemed so hard to say out loud to them, and the word cancer seemed so frightening.
When it became evident that the children were going to find out one way or another, either the straight scoop from me or possibly a garbled version from someone else, I decided to tell them myself.
It wasn't easy to get the words out, but the empathy and concern I saw in their faces as I explained it to them told me I had made the right decision. When I gave them a chance to ask questions, they mostly wanted to know how they could help.
I told them that what I would like best would be their letters, pictures and prayers.
I stood by the gym door as the children solemnly filed out. My little blonde friend darted out of line and threw herself into my arms. Then she stepped back to look up into my face. "Don't be afraid, Dr. Perry," she said earnestly, "I know you'll be back because now it's our turn to take care of you."
No one could have ever done a better job. The kids sent me off to my first chemotherapy session with a hilarious book of nausea remedies that they had written.
A video of every class in the school singing get-well songs accompanied me to the next chemotherapy appointment.
By the third visit, the nurses were waiting at the door to find out what I would bring next. It was a delicate music box that played "I Will Always Love You."
Even when I went into isolation at the hospital for a bone marrow transplant, the letters and pictures kept coming until they covered every wall of my room.
Then the kids traced their hands onto colored paper, cut them out and glued them together to make a freestanding rainbow of helping hands. "I feel like I've stepped into Disneyland every time I walk into this room," my doctor laughed.
That was even before the six-foot apple blossom tree arrived adorned with messages written on paper apples from the students and teachers. What healing comfort I found in being surrounded by these tokens of their caring.
At long last I was well enough to return to work. As I headed up the road to the school, I was suddenly overcome by doubts. What if the kids have forgotten all about me? I wondered, What if they don't want a skinny bald principal? What if.
I caught sight of the school marquee as I rounded the bend. "Welcome Back, Dr. Perry," it read. As I drew closer, everywhere I looked were pink ribbons - ribbons in the windows, tied on the doorknobs, even up in the trees. The children and staff wore pink ribbons, too.
My blonde buddy was first in line to greet me. "You're back, Dr. Perry, you're back!" she called. "See, I told you we'd take care of you!"
As I hugged her tight, in the back of my mind I faintly heard my music box playing . . . "I will always love you."
Subject: Breast Cancer Stamp Booklet
We need those of you who are great at forwarding on information with your e-mail network. Please read and pass this on. It would be wonderful if2007 were the year a cure for breast cancer was found!!!!
This is one email you should be glad to pass on. The notion that we could raise $35 million by buying a book of stamps is powerful! As you may be aware, the US Postal Service recently released its new "Fund the Cure" stamp to help fund breast cancer research. The stamp was designed by Ethel Kessler of Bethesda, Maryland. It is important that we take a stand against this disease that affects so many of our Mothers, Sisters and Friends.
Instead of the normal 37 cents for a stamp, this one costs 40 cents The additional 3 cents will go to breast cancer research A "normal" book costs $7.40. This one is only $8.00. It takes a few minutes in line at the Post Office and means so much. If all stamps are sold, it will raise an additional $35,000,000 for this vital research. Just as important as the money is our support. What a statement it would make if the stamp outsold the lottery this week. What a statement it would make that we care.
I urge you
to do two things TODAY: 1. Go out and purchase some of these stamps.
2. E-mail your friends to do the same.
Many of us know women and their families
whose lives are turned upside-down by breast cancer.
It takes so little to do so much in this drive.
We can all afford the $0.60. Please help & pass it on.
April 25, 2007
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Don't let your day go on without reading this first, no matter
How busy you may be!!!
The Pink Dress
There was this little girl sitting by herself in the park.
Everyone passed by her and never stopped to see why she looked so sad.
Dressed in a worn pink dress, barefoot and dirty, the girl just sat and watched the people go by.
She never tried to speak.
She never said a word.
Many people passed by her, but no one would stop.
The next day I decided to go back to the park in curiosity to see if the little girl would still be there.
Yes, she was there, right in the very spot where she was yesterday, and still with the same sad look in her eyes.
Today I was to make my own move and walk over to the little girl.
For as we all know, a park full of strange people is not a place for young children to play alone.
As I got closer I could see the back of the little girl's dress. It was grotesquely shaped.
I figured that was the reason people just passed by and made no effort to speak to her.
Deformities are a low blow to our society and, heaven forbid if you make a step toward assisting someone who is different.
As I got closer, the little girl lowered her eyes slightly to avoid my intent stare.
As I approached her, I could see the shape of her back more clearly.
She was grotesquely shaped in a humped over form.
I smiled to let her know it was OK; I was there to help, to talk.
I sat down beside her and opened with a simple, "Hello."
The little girl acted shocked, and stammered a "hi "; after a long stare into my eyes.
I smiled and she shyly smiled back.
We talked until darkness fell and t he park was completely empty.
I asked the girl why she was so sad.
The little girl looked at me with a sad face said, "Because, I'm Different."
I immediately said, "That you are!"; and smiled.
The little girl acted even sadder and said, "I know."
"Little girl," I said, "you remind me of an angel, sweet and innocent."
She looked at me and smiled, then slowly she got to her feet and said,
"Really?" "Yes, you're like a little Guardian Angel sent to watch over all the people walking by."
She nodded her head yes, and smiled.
With that she opened the back of her pink dress and allowed her wings to spread, then she said "I am."
"I'm your Guardian Angel," with a twinkle in her eye.
I was speechless -- sure I was seeing things.
She said, "For once you thought of someone other than yourself.
"My job here is done"..
I got to my feet and said, "Wait,why did no one stop to help an Angel?"
She looked at me, smiled, and said, "You're the only one that Could see me," and then she was gone.
And with that, my life was changed dramatically.
So, when you think you're all you have, remember, your angel is always watching over you.
Pass this to everyone that means anything at all to you.
Make sure you send it back to the person who sent it to you, to let them know you're glad they care about you.
Like the story says, we all need someone...
And, every one of your friends is an Angel in their own way.
The value of a friend is measured in the heart.
I hope your Guardian Angel watches over you always.
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