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Sunday, March 27, 2016

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, CINDY

I am writing this blog for Cindy. On April 2 it will be her birthday, and it makes me both happy and sad. She has always been my baby, and I hate to see the years flying by. I feel this way every time my daughters add another year. It never seems to stop and I never seem to get used to it! Maybe that's because I don't feel like I get older each year! I just go on and think everything is still the same. That works for me! Cindy is still her same funny, crazy beautiful self.  She was so good with me when I was ill and in and out of the hospital. She and Teri saved me! They spent time with me and even moved me to my new apartment -- they arranged everything and helped me get settled. I feel so fortunate to have ended up with my caring daughters. Their dad was always so proud of them and I wish he were still around to see how they're doing.

I see Cindy a couple of times  a month, and I put out my clothes that I don't wear anymore. Sometimes she takes some and other times she takes me shopping. I got a couple pair of jeans recently when we were shopping and ended up giving them to Cindy a few weeks later! It's good that we're about the same size.

She has a big dog - April. April is a huge mastiff who has lots of hair, a big smell and much drool! She is a sweet dog but awfully big to have in a small apartment! She loves the marrow in roast bones, so Cindy buys the bones and then scrapes out the marrow for April. Cindy says there are bones all over the floor! I don't see that as I never visit  them in Washington and couldn't go up their stairs anyway. When I was young, I loved marrow and would always fight  over it with my brother whenever my mom cooked a roast. We had to take turns and it was always a special time for us. However, we never left bones all over the floor since Cindy wasn't around to pick them up for us. So we did the hard part by picking out the marrow and sometimes sucking it out! Where did all those good times go? I just wonder if April knows how lucky she is having a mother like Cindy.

So have a really fun day, Cin.
Don't ever forget how much I love you - it's a lot!
As you can see, I'm still having trouble with my computer. I have worked on it for days so I'm giving it up! I didn't want two pictures but I like them! So that's it for your birthday blog!!










Friday, February 12, 2016

Happy Birthday, Teri!!

                  TIME FOR ANOTHER BIRTHDAY!!


Today is my daughter's birthday. Teri is now another year older, but I don't like to think of it with the word "old" used. Birthdays should be about happy days with fun and surprises. It's taken me about 30 minutes to type this much! I can't type very well since my hospital stay and I know now I should have started this about 20 days ago! I hope she will get this as I'm not sending a gift and this has to do.

Teri, I love you so much and miss you a whole lot! I think of all the times I rocked you and sang to you. I loved doing that and many times when I think of it I end up crying. I read so many articles about mothers and daughters and the times they spend together. But I don't live close to either one of my daughters, so I won't be doing any of that. Maybe I'll just end up watching "Law&Order" as I know at least one of them will be doing the same. I am so proud of you and what you have become. You are beautiful, smart and so funny! It is amazing to think that you came out of me with your dad's help. We did a good job. Hope you have a wonderful day today.

Thursday, July 09, 2015

I'm Back!


I haven't posted anything for a while as I've been in the hospital and various rehab establishments in the area for about a month. I had to move, not only once, twice, possibly more times but I quit counting after a while. It all started when I became very weak and fainted and was then swooped up by an ambulance who dropped me at the nearest hospital. Turns out I had a bad case of pneumonia. I know some thought I was in rehab to fight alcohol or drugs, but no such luck. That wasn't on the agenda - maybe next time.

My daughters, Teri and Cindy, came here to help and be with me during my time of need. My daughters moved me and set up housekeeping for me in my new apartments. They decorated and did everything. The places looked gorgeous and very homey. I didn't ask them if they had fun doing all the moving as the very thought makes me sick! But they are wonderful daughters so they probably wouldn't say anything like that to me. But they got me settled in my new environments. I couldn't have made it without them. Actually, I moved to only one new apartment - it only seemed like more due to my addled mindset at the time.

Teri was with me for quite some time as she wasn't working at the time. So she saw the part of life in the hospital when you aren't allowed out of bed and occasionally go to the bathroom right there! I was taking a strong antibiotic for the pneumonia which gave me diarrhea ---- every damn day!! So I was pooping all over the place for which I'm very sorry for Teri's sake.  When I was allowed out of bed and walked the halls, people would ask  "Go poop today?" That seemed to be the topic of conversation for many people. I have to catch myself now before I blurt it out when I am out walking. Occasionally Teri would jump up from the chair beside my bed and say "I've got to get out of here!" and then disappear until the next morning. She had a room for visitors where she could stay so I didn't worry about her. I was just envious!

Cindy came to see me whenever she could. She lives in Tacoma and works long hours at the city dump! My little girl is now a teamster! She missed some of the pooping stuff which made her sad, I'm sure. She loved when I told her stories of how people came into my room every night all the time. I'd wake up and find a big man bending over me, asking how I was feeling, etc. No matter that it was the middle of the night! I would mumble something and he would disappear. One night. at 2:30 AM, I awoke and there was a guy who asked me what city I was in and what was my name!! I got mad and told him to get the hell out of my room and stay out! I complained to the head nurse the next day and she said he was new and being trained. What sort of training, I wonder. I confronted him and he apologized.

I had so many crazy experiences during my hiatus, and as I start remembering how to use the computer again I'll write more. I seem to have forgotten a lot of things - possibly I didn't have pneumonia after all. Maybe I had what is called extreme computer anxiety, an ailment discovered recently which is no surprise as it was about the same time the computer was discovered! I was a relatively happy person before I got my computer and started my blog. I guess that's when everything went to hell for me and I ended up in rehab, pooping all over myself. Guess I'll stop this and maybe do another one at a later date.

Thursday, April 02, 2015

Cindy's Having a Birthday Today

Cindy's having a birthday today and I can't believe it. She  is my youngest daughter and it's not easy  for me to realize she's a grownup woman. She was with me for five days and sprung me out of the rehab facility . . . no,  not a drug facility. . I was in the hospital first with pneumonia. So Cindy stayed with me at the mother ship and did
everything for me. She shopped many times, washed clothes several times, fixed my food, stood outside the shower door to make sure I didn't fall and everything else
that needed doing. Now she's back at her home and I really miss her. 

Cindy, I hope you know how much I loved having you here.You could move in anytime. The laundry will be piling up pretty soon and I'll need something from the store. But Teri will be coming here to take over the second shift.She'll have a lot to live up to.

I hope your birthday is a good one. You are a beautiful, smart woman and I love you so much. 

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!













Cindy's having a birthday today and I can't believe it. She  is my youngest daughter and it's not easy  for me to realize she's a grownup woman. She was with me for five days and sprung me out of the rehab facility . . . no,  not a drug facility. . I was in the hospital first with pneumonia. So Cindy stayed with me at the mother ship and did
everything for me. She shopped many times, washed clothes several times, fixed my food, stood outside the shower door to make sure I didn't fall and everything else
that needed doing. Now she's back at her home and I really miss her. 

Cindy, I hope you know how much I loved having you here.You could move in anytime. The laundry will be piling up pretty soon and I'll need something from the store. But Teri will be coming here to take over the second shift.She'll have a lot to live up to.

I hope your birthday is a good one. You are a beautiful, smart woman and I love you so much. 

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!

Thursday, February 12, 2015

Teri's having another birthday . . . already?

Time flies by so fast I think Teri's going to be older than I am in a couple of years! Teri lives across the country, and I miss her so much. There are so many times I want to talk to her about something or just nothing - I just want to talk with her. I want to be close to her. 

I think I've used this picture already, but I like it and it brings back memories. I didn't go to her college graduation years ago and I don't think she ever forgave me. I never forgave myself so I found this picture of her kindergarten graduation. Maybe that helps a little. I did go to that one which I'm sure was quite a bit shorter than a college graduation ceremony. So maybe I knew what I was doing!

I love her so much and admire her the same, but I've mentioned that before. She has such a good sense of humor that I'm sure she found this funny. It was in the latest Time magazine. It told about the miniseries "Sons of Liberty" which debuted January 25 on the History Channel and depicted our leaders as roguish action heroes. I, of course, missed it since I hadn't even seen the magazine yet. The article says Ulysses S. Grant asked two agents to destroy a giant mechanical spider! They  then end up becoming the Secret Service! Is that the way it's still done? Possibly that's why the secret service these days has so much trouble stopping people from
breaking into the White House. They're  still looking for spiders which doesn't bother me that much as I'm scared to death of spiders.

So Teri, I hope you have a wonderful birthday. I love you lots and lots.

Saturday, December 06, 2014

How to break up a boring weekend!

A couple of Saturdays ago, I was feeling bored so went to the bathroom which wasn't that exciting. But on the way back, I tripped over one of the wheels on my walker and slipped down to the floor. I wasn't hurt, but really pissed because I couldn't get up. So I lay there for several hours, trying to get my legs to help me stand up, but that didn't work which probably hurt my legs. I finally called the mother ship downstairs for help, and after looking at me, they decided I needed to go to the ER. So I was hustled out of the mother ship on a gurney. I've never ridden in an ambulance before and it wasn't half bad! I guess I would have done almost anything for some excitement! The guys were really nice and I felt sorry for them as I was looking bad as I hadn't bathed in 3 days, brushed my teeth or hair all day. I was sick with a cough and cold so had seen better days. When we got to the hospital I was ushered into a room immediately and people started in on me right away. A doctor soon appeared and asked a few questions to see if I were coherent or completely bonkers. He decided on the former and got to work on all the tests they gave me. I can't believe everything they checked, but I'm surely glad they did.

When they were all done with me, they placed me by the desk where someone would pick me up. They had asked if I had a ride home - I told them I thought they did that, but it's just one way for me. I think they felt sorry for me and gave me a voucher for a free ride on them! They said they do that occasionally. I think they did it for me because they liked me or I smelled too bad to stay there too long. I'm not sure which it was.

While I waited I watched the action at the desk. I saw the male nurses come to the counter and talk to the gals behind the counter. Were they saying, "How about a hook-up after work?"  or were they saying "I sure like it when you bend over." My ride finally came for me so I couldn't make up anymore stories. All I have to say is my time at the Providence ER was extremely good. I hear many stores of people waiting hours to be seen, but I'm sure that doesn't happen where I was.

Wednesday, October 22, 2014

Crappy Weekend

I had a really crappy weekend - actually it was Sunday and Monday, but it was my weekend

Sunday I decided to leave my mother ship and go to Safeway to pick up my prescription I get every month. I have all my other prescriptions mailed to me, but they won't mail a controlled substance. How crazy is that? I think Columbian drug lords have no problem mailing drugs to us without someone picking it up at a pharmacy in person. Why shouldn't I be treated at least as well as the drug lords? Oh well, to get on with the story, I used the little metal walker my friend, Diane, let me use. It's lighter than my big one and I can lift it into the car, so I thought it would be good. It doesn't have rollers on the back, so it's harder to move on rough areas.  That was a problem for me, and just pushing it over the rough street was very tiring. The store wasn't very good either as it's a long way to the pharmacy, so I was pooped before I was through. I managed to get back to the car with someone carrying my sack of 3 purchases! I got home all right and then lay down the rest of the day.

So Monday I had a doctor appointment and I set out again with the little metal walker in the trunk of the car. I parked and took out the walker and started out over rough ground and during the rain. It took a long time to make it into the building and people offered to help, but there was nothing they could do. When I was entering the elevator to go upstairs, the walker got stuck in the space between the elevator and floor and I couldn't get it out. A man got it out for me and I finally made it upstairs. I then had a long walk to the office. When I finally got done, I repeated what I had done getting there and finally got the walker back in the trunk. I headed home and pulled into our underground garage. I got inside where people leave their walkers or whatever, and got my good one I had left there. But when I went to get on the elevator, there was a sign saying it was out of order! I had just ridden down on it about an hour ago  . . . how could that have happened? So I had to go out a door and get to the sidewalk and walk all the way around part of the building to get back to the front door. I was so pissed and tired that I just went up to my apartment and lay down like the day before. My phone rang and it was Connie from the desk downstairs telling me I had a package there and she had opened it. She thought it was for the them because it was from Home Depot where they get a lot
 of stuff. I said that was ok but not to use it - printer ink. She assured me she wouldn't. I'll have to remember to check it.

So this morning I dragged myself over to physical therapy and Kate said, "How was your weekend?" I wanted to scream that it was shitty and I was depressed, but I didn't as I thought there might be one of the religious people around who don't talk like I do. So I told her when the class was over and then she told me about all the fun stuff she had done with her friends. Kate is a great teacher and a good friend to me. I don't have to worry about how I talk around her. She works her tail off and I think she has helped me. She can't cure me but possibly may slow down the progression of my ailment.

The picture is of me. I'm crying about the awful weekend I just had. I look quite young, but that's the way I look when I cry. I'm hoping next weekend is better.