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Thursday, March 30, 2006
Monday, March 27, 2006
Sad day
The worst thing in the world is to try to sleep and not to. ~F. Scott Fitzgerald
Update on me:
Not so sure this new medication is the one for me.
I was not sleeping well before, only 4-5 hours a night. But now its more like nothing. I doze off. But watch the clock. I toss and turn. So far 4 nights like that. I am not sure how much of a chance I will give this med. Today I am trying really hard to make it without caffine. Maybe that will help.
Not so sure this new medication is the one for me.
I was not sleeping well before, only 4-5 hours a night. But now its more like nothing. I doze off. But watch the clock. I toss and turn. So far 4 nights like that. I am not sure how much of a chance I will give this med. Today I am trying really hard to make it without caffine. Maybe that will help.
Politics, it seems to me, for years, or all too long, has been concerned with right or left instead of right or wrong.~Richard Armour
If you hit a dog..............
We didn't even pay this much for the car.
If you hit a dog on the way home from church,
don't hit a St Bernard :/
It doesn't look like that much damage.
Messed up bumper.
Crack in the wheel well.
Dents in both passenger side doors.
Auto body techs. Cha-Ching$$
update: The dog did not make it. The kids said she just ran in front of them, she never knew what hit her
If you hit a dog on the way home from church,
don't hit a St Bernard :/
It doesn't look like that much damage.
Messed up bumper.
Crack in the wheel well.
Dents in both passenger side doors.
Auto body techs. Cha-Ching$$
update: The dog did not make it. The kids said she just ran in front of them, she never knew what hit her
Friday, March 24, 2006
The doctor is often more to be feared than the disease. ~French Proverb
This quote crcked me up, cuz its me.
Going to the doc yesterday, and posting about him got me to thinking about why I like him.
He used to practice at our local clinic. I used to go to him. He always had a soft spot for my youngest daughter. She was just a baby then, but I could just tell. He is a dad of only girls, think thats where it comes from. After a few years, a nurse practioner joined the practice. It was easier to get an appointment with her, so went usually saw her. Dr G moved his practice to the hospital in a neighboring town. We stayed with the NP at the local clinic.
About 5 years ago I got really sick. For a full week in August I could not keep anything down. I thought it was just a virus. But knew after that many days, I would be getting dehydrated. So I had my hubby drive me to the clinic. NP was there. A sweet nurse, Michelle, too. They called the rescue squad. (Yeah in this small town, my first thought was what EMT am I gonna have to throw up in front of!)
So off I went to the hospital for emergancy gallbaldder surgery. Riding in the Rescue Squad is not fun. But I did not puke infront of the EMTs! I did when I got to the ER tho! DR G admitted me.
My gallbladder surgery was nothing but routine. I had trouble coming out of anesthesia. I ended up with pancreatitis and pnemonia . I spent a full week in the hospital for what is unusally out-patient surgery. Dr G wasn't my technically my doctor while I was there. I had a surgeon(ok he saved my life, but he was a creep) and another specialist. But Dr G would come and see me every day, just to chat.
One day he came in with my chart. He sat on my bed, doctors never do that, they are professional and talk down to you. Not him. He just looked at me and said "Linda, I am so glad you are still here"
I looked at him like he was nuts. All I wanted was to go home. To get a good night sleep, no more blood tests or IVs.
It was his turn to look at me funny. I will never forget this. He said "Linda, not here in the hospital. Here with the living."
He gave me a big hug and left.
He is a nice guy and a good doctor. And very honest!
Going to the doc yesterday, and posting about him got me to thinking about why I like him.
He used to practice at our local clinic. I used to go to him. He always had a soft spot for my youngest daughter. She was just a baby then, but I could just tell. He is a dad of only girls, think thats where it comes from. After a few years, a nurse practioner joined the practice. It was easier to get an appointment with her, so went usually saw her. Dr G moved his practice to the hospital in a neighboring town. We stayed with the NP at the local clinic.
About 5 years ago I got really sick. For a full week in August I could not keep anything down. I thought it was just a virus. But knew after that many days, I would be getting dehydrated. So I had my hubby drive me to the clinic. NP was there. A sweet nurse, Michelle, too. They called the rescue squad. (Yeah in this small town, my first thought was what EMT am I gonna have to throw up in front of!)
So off I went to the hospital for emergancy gallbaldder surgery. Riding in the Rescue Squad is not fun. But I did not puke infront of the EMTs! I did when I got to the ER tho! DR G admitted me.
My gallbladder surgery was nothing but routine. I had trouble coming out of anesthesia. I ended up with pancreatitis and pnemonia . I spent a full week in the hospital for what is unusally out-patient surgery. Dr G wasn't my technically my doctor while I was there. I had a surgeon(ok he saved my life, but he was a creep) and another specialist. But Dr G would come and see me every day, just to chat.
One day he came in with my chart. He sat on my bed, doctors never do that, they are professional and talk down to you. Not him. He just looked at me and said "Linda, I am so glad you are still here"
I looked at him like he was nuts. All I wanted was to go home. To get a good night sleep, no more blood tests or IVs.
It was his turn to look at me funny. I will never forget this. He said "Linda, not here in the hospital. Here with the living."
He gave me a big hug and left.
He is a nice guy and a good doctor. And very honest!
Thursday, March 23, 2006
When you come to the end of your rope, tie a knot and hang on. ~Franklin D. Roosevelt
I haven't been posting much.
Thanks to all that read and comment. =)
I have not been feeling very well lately. I finally gave in and went to the doc.
I got tired of feeling like crap!
I like my doctor. I go to different ones, but always end up back with him. Funny how he always seems to talk so much, yet can be such a good listener.
I came home with some med-samples. He wants to only deal with one thing at a time. Oh yeah, I have more than one problem...lol.
Amyway I will spare you all the details.
But I am asking for prayers and good vibes that I can feel better and get back to enjoying all life has to offer.
Thanks to all that read and comment. =)
I have not been feeling very well lately. I finally gave in and went to the doc.
I got tired of feeling like crap!
I like my doctor. I go to different ones, but always end up back with him. Funny how he always seems to talk so much, yet can be such a good listener.
I came home with some med-samples. He wants to only deal with one thing at a time. Oh yeah, I have more than one problem...lol.
Amyway I will spare you all the details.
But I am asking for prayers and good vibes that I can feel better and get back to enjoying all life has to offer.
Sunday, March 19, 2006
Shoot for the moon. Even if you miss, you'll land among the stars. ~Les Brown
Friday, March 17, 2006
Happy St Pat's Day
Thursday, March 16, 2006
my latest find
Mathematicians are born, not made. ~Jules H. Poincare
My son was asked to attend the conference math contest. He placed 4th in the confernce in the Geometry division. Yipee for him. He got a medal.
That can cha-ching on his letter coat with his cross country and track medals. Way to go A!
I was never good with math. Well...plain math was fine. I was smart in grade school and jr high, but when I got to high school...algebra and geometry. Ugh! I was used to A's. I did not get A's in Alegba or B's or C's. At least I did not fluck. Alegra was the worst part of my freshman year. My oldest brother would try to help me. His friends would try to help me. How embarrassing! I eventually "got" most of it, I was just way behind the rest of my class. It messed up my gpa for the rest of high school.
Sophmore year was different. Geometry. Mr B. The football coach. My brother's best friend's dad. The first day I had to move to the front, the desk right by his. I got to be his assistant, teacher's pet. I got to collect papers and be his buddy. Not fun. I dreaded it. I don't remember a thing about Geometry. He did teach us to have a good handshake.
That can cha-ching on his letter coat with his cross country and track medals. Way to go A! I was never good with math. Well...plain math was fine. I was smart in grade school and jr high, but when I got to high school...algebra and geometry. Ugh! I was used to A's. I did not get A's in Alegba or B's or C's. At least I did not fluck. Alegra was the worst part of my freshman year. My oldest brother would try to help me. His friends would try to help me. How embarrassing! I eventually "got" most of it, I was just way behind the rest of my class. It messed up my gpa for the rest of high school.
Sophmore year was different. Geometry. Mr B. The football coach. My brother's best friend's dad. The first day I had to move to the front, the desk right by his. I got to be his assistant, teacher's pet. I got to collect papers and be his buddy. Not fun. I dreaded it. I don't remember a thing about Geometry. He did teach us to have a good handshake.
Saturday, March 11, 2006
Friday, March 10, 2006
Memory is a way of holding onto the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lose. ~The Wonder Years
Another sad day.
My oldest daughter is a senior.
Last night her friend Kristi's dad passed away.
He had been ill. And they knew it was coming.
But its still going to be hard on Kristi. On all of them.
We live in a small town. There will be less than 60 kids in the graduating class of '06.
Seven of them have faced the death of a parent.
They have buried two classmates.
Sad :(
Say a prayer for Kristi, the family, and this class of kids who have been through and awful lot together.
My oldest daughter is a senior.
Last night her friend Kristi's dad passed away.
He had been ill. And they knew it was coming.
But its still going to be hard on Kristi. On all of them.
We live in a small town. There will be less than 60 kids in the graduating class of '06.
Seven of them have faced the death of a parent.
They have buried two classmates.
Sad :(
Say a prayer for Kristi, the family, and this class of kids who have been through and awful lot together.
Wednesday, March 08, 2006
Coyote Ugly
This morning I was getting ready for work. The dog started barking and would not stop. I looked out the kitchen window and there was a coyote. Ick. Mangy. I yelled at it, it ran down the hill and hid behind a tree.
I know we have coyotes around. We hear them yipping at night. But I don't like the thought of one that close to the house. And in the day time.
I did not want to go outside to get in my car. I was looking over my shoulder the whole time. Was really hoping it was not in the shed with my car.
I wished later I had taken a picture of it. Of course at the time, all I could do was think "get away from here." If it come back I will get a picture. But I really won't mind if I never see the thing in my backyard again.
I know we have coyotes around. We hear them yipping at night. But I don't like the thought of one that close to the house. And in the day time.
I did not want to go outside to get in my car. I was looking over my shoulder the whole time. Was really hoping it was not in the shed with my car.
I wished later I had taken a picture of it. Of course at the time, all I could do was think "get away from here." If it come back I will get a picture. But I really won't mind if I never see the thing in my backyard again.
Tuesday, March 07, 2006
I think a hero is an ordinary individual who finds strength to persevere and endure in spite of overwhelming obstacles. ~Chirstopher Reeve
I saw on the news that Dana Reeve passed away.
I blogged about her and her husband last summer, it was just a quick thought. But I have admired them both for a long time.
Very sad for their young son.
Dana was a hero. And that's that for better or worse is all about.
I blogged about her and her husband last summer, it was just a quick thought. But I have admired them both for a long time.
Very sad for their young son.
Dana was a hero. And that's that for better or worse is all about.
Monday, March 06, 2006
Sunday, March 05, 2006
Music is well said to be the speech of angels.~Thomas Carlyle
My two oldest kids play in a handbell choir. There are 11 kids in it, an eclectic mix of jocks and brains. They performed at district solo/ensemble on Saturday. The judge told them to take their show on the road to keep in top form for State. (Yippee! State!)
I am so impressed by my kids" musical talent. I have none, neither does their dad.
I think they handbells are so cool.
I am such a nerd :D
p.s. Basketball team is still in the playoffs. Means band fieldtrips too.
Friday, March 03, 2006
Beware: teen driver
One flaw in women
One Flaw In Women
Women have strengths that amaze men.
They bear hardships and they carry burdens, but they hold happiness, love and joy.
They smile when they want to scream.
They sing when they want to cry.
They cry when they are happy and laugh when they are nervous.
They fight for what they believe in.
They stand up to injustice.
They don't take "no" for an answer when they believe there is a better solution.
They go without so their family can have.
They go to the doctor with a frightened friend.
They love unconditionally.
They cry when their children excel and cheer when their friends get awards.
They are happy when they hear about a birth or a wedding.
Their hearts break when a friend dies.
They grieve at the loss of a family member, yet they are strong when they think there is no strength left.
They know that a hug and a kiss can heal a broken heart.
Women come in all shapes, sizes and colors.
They'll drive, fly, walk, run and e-mail you to show how much they care about you.
The heart of a woman is what makes the world keep turning.
They bring joy, hope and love.
They have compassion and ideas.
They give moral support to their family and friends.
Women have vital things to say and everything to give.
HOWEVER, IF THERE IS ONE FLAW IN WOMEN,IT IS THAT THEY FORGET THEIR WORTH.
Pass this along to all the women you know to remind them just how amazing they are.
Thursday, March 02, 2006
Magazine Heaven
A while back, I was antsy to buy some decorating magazines.
(I am always dreaming of building a new house or fixing up our current money pit.)
The cheapsake in me did not allow $5.99 for an issue.
I went to the library the other day. Near the front door was a big box of old magazine (they save them for a year or so then set them out to sell). I found Counrty Living, Decorating Ideas, Country Decorating, Midwest Living, Country Home, in the mix there was also one Family Circle and a couple of recipe magazines.
I scooped up the whole pile. 56 magazines!
I am in page-flippin-heaven!
And they cost me one cent each.
Yep. A whole 56 cents.
I gave the librarian a buck.
Wooo hooo!
(some how I am reminded of my dad saying "It doesn't take much to amuse an idiot")
Wednesday, March 01, 2006
1. What do you wear to bed? pajamas, and if its really cold, socks too.
2. What side of the bed do you sleep on? The left, unless my hunny is working nights, then its diagonally across the whole bed.
3. Do you sleep on your back, side, or stomach? Not sure. I am asleep then. I think I am a tosser-turner type.
4. Describe the bedding on your bed right now. How does it change with the seasons? Are you particular about your pillows or linens? Flannel sheets for winter, in summer 300+ thread count, always 100% cotton. I am a real sheet snob. Good sheets are worth every penny. I tend to like cheap squishy pillows tho. So I can get a new one a couple times a year. Always at least one quilt on the bed, even in summer.
5. Do you hog the bed, steal covers, or snore? I do the opposite of stealing covers. I am always cold when I go to bed. After I get warm I toss the blankets over on my hunny. He doesn't like that. But it's not like I am awake and aware I even do it.
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