Tuesday, July 31, 2007

it's about....stuff! LOL

.....Just to let you know, nothing in this journal's entry is toward anyone in specific, I use it to write my feelings, and about my illnesess, and in hopes it might help someone else as I do.I do not pretend nor imatate to be someone I'm not. And if you might take an entry wrong and feel that it is about you, I'm sorry but It isn't, it just may seem to coincide with your own life. And if there is something in what I write that "offends" you, options; don't read, or realize that this IS real life, and get out of your plastic bubble and learn more about it! God bless you!......

Good afternoon! :o) Hoping that all of you are doing and feeling well today! :o)

All day yesterday, I had so much trouble with journals! They wouldn't load! So, this morning I had to play catch up! :o) I wonder what they're doing now? Geesh!

Sunday....we watched our grandson for about 5 hours! :o) Of course...it was too fun! :o) One thing I didn't even do...was take pictures with my digital! aaahh! LOL I used my other camera instead! :o) He has a little 4 wheeler here and was riding it all around the back yard! :o) Then, he rode it down the ally! I missed it! I didn't get out there in time! But...my daughter was here then and took a video of it! Too adorable! :o)
I think he might be ready for this car that he has his eye on at WM! lol :o) Maybe Santa will bring it! :o)

Yesterday....I rested! Whew! It was a long weekend for me that is! :o) I pushed myself again and am now paying for it. I do that too many times. ggrr! I just can't help it though, when my grandson or the rest of my family are here! :o) I had such a great weekend! :o) It will be locked in my memories forever! :o)
My son and his girl friend made dinner last night. :o) Again...she made her yummy mashed potatoes! I need to get her recipe! lol They made chicken breasts on the grill, mashed potatoes and vegies! Over the top good! :o) My son has been cooking since he was young, so he can really cook when he wants too! :o)
The rest of today....hmmm, I think I'll spend it catching up on a few things that I need to get done on the phone. I don't like to talk on the phone...so I always put that off until I have to. :o)

I wish all of you a great day today! :o) I also want to thank you for your support and comments! :o) Gods blessings to all of you! :o)


Monday, July 30, 2007

The old phone

When I was quite young, my father had one of the first telephones in our neighborhood. I remember the polished, old case fastened to the wall. The shiny receiver hung on the side of the box. I was too little to reach the telephone, but used to listen with fascination when my mother talked to it.

Then I discovered that somewhere inside the wonderful device lived an amazing person. Her name was "Information Please" and there was nothing she did not know. Information Please could supply anyone's
number and the correct time.

My personal experience with the genie-in-a-bottle came one day while my mother was visiting a neighbor. Amusing myself at the tool bench in the basement, I whacked my finger with a hammer, the pain was terrible, but there seemed no point in crying because there was no one home to give sympathy.

I walked around the house sucking my throbbing finger, finally arriving at the stairway. The telephone! Quickly, I ran for the footstool in the parlor and dragged it to the landing. Climbing up, I unhooked the receiver in the parlor and held it to my ear. "Information, please" I said into the mouthpiece just above my head.

A click or two and a small clear voice spoke into my ear. "Information."

"I hurt my finger..." I wailed into the phone, the tears came readily enough now that I had an audience.

"Isn't your mother home?" came the question.

"Nobody's home but me," I blubbered.

"Are you bleeding?" the voice asked.

"No," I replied. "I hit my finger with the hammer and it hurts."

"Can you open the icebox?" she asked.

I said I could.

"Then chip off a little bit of ice and hold it to your finger," said the voice.

After that, I called "Information Please" for everything. I asked

her for help with my geography, and she told me where Philadelphia was. She helped me with my math. She told me my pet chipmunk that I had caught in the park just the day before, would eat fruit and nuts.

Then, there was the time Petey, our pet canary, died. I called, "Information Please," and told her the sad story. She listened, and then said things grown-ups say to soothe a child. But I was not consoled. I asked her, "Why is it that birds should sing so beautifully and bring joy to all families, only to end up as a heap of feathers on the bottom of a cage?"

She must have sensed my deep concern, for she said quietly, "Wayne always remember that there are other worlds to sing in."

Somehow I felt better.

Another day I was on the telephone, "Information Please."

"Information," said in the now familiar voice. "How do I spell fix?" I asked.

All this took place in a small town in the Pacific Northwest. When I was nine years old, we moved across the country to Boston. I missed my friend very much. "Information Please" belonged in that old wooden box back home and I somehow never thought of trying the shiny new phone that sat on the table in the hall. As I grew into
my teens, the memories of those childhood conversations never really left me.

Often, in moments of doubt and perplexity I would recall the serene sense of security I had then. I appreciated now how patient, understanding, and kind she was to have spent her time on a little boy.

A few years later, on my way west to college, my plane put down in Seattle. I had about a half-hour or so between planes. I spent 15 minutes or so on the phone with my sister, who lived there now. Then without thinking what I was doing, I dialed my hometown operator and said, "Information Please."

Miraculously, I heard the small, clear voice I knew so well.


I hadn't planned this, but I heard myself saying, "Could you please tell me how to spell fix?"

There was a long pause. Then came the soft spoken answer, "I guess your finger must have healed by now."

I laughed, "So it's really you," I said. "I wonder if you have any idea how much you meant to me during that time?"

I wonder," she said, "if you know how much your call meant to me.

I never had any children and I used to look forward to your calls."

I told her how often I had thought of her over the years and I asked if I could call her again when I came back to visit my sister.

"Please do", she said. "Just ask for Sally."

Three months later I was back in Seattle. A different voice answered,


I asked for Sally.

"Are you a friend?" she said.

"Yes, a very old friend," I answered.

"I'm sorry to have to tell you this," she said. "Sally had been working part-time the last few years because she was sick. She died five weeks ago."

Before I could hang up she said, "Wait a minute, did you say your name was Wayne?" "Yes." I answered.

"Well, Sally left a message for you. She wrote it down in case you called.

Let me read it to you."

The note said, "Tell him there are other worlds to sing in" He'll know what I mean.

I thanked her and hung up. I knew what Sally meant.

Never underestimate the impression you may make on others.

Whose life have you touched today?

Why not pass this on? I just did....

Lifting you on eagle's wings. May you find the joy and peace you long for.

Life is a journey. NOT a guided tour.

I loved this story and just had to pass it on. I hope you enjoy it and get a blessing from it just as I did.

sent to me by my Great Uncle. ;o)


The cab ride

Twenty years ago, I drove a cab for a living. When I arrived at 2:30 a.m. , the building was dark except for a single light in a ground floor window. Under these circumstances, many drivers would just honk once or twice, wait a minute, and then drive away.

But I had seen too many impoverished people who depended on taxis as their only means of transportation. Unless a situation smelled of danger, I always went to the door. This passenger might be someone who needs my assistance, I reasoned to myself.

So I walked to the door and knocked. "Just a minute", answered a frail, elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across the floor.

After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 80's stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil
pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940s movie.

By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets.

There were no clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the counters. In the corner was a cardboard box filled with photos and glassware.

"Would you carry my bag out to the car?" she said. I took the suitcase to the cab, then returned to assist the woman.

She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb.

She kept thanking me for my kindness. "It's nothing", I told her. "I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother treated".

"Oh, you're such a good boy", she said. When we got in the cab, she gave me an address, and then asked, "Could you drive through downtown?"

"It's not the shortest way," I answered quickly.

"Oh, I don't mind," she said. "I'm in no hurry. I'm on my way to a hospice".

I looked in the rear-view mirror. Her eyes were glistening. "I don't have any family left," she continued. "The doctor says I don't have very long." I quietly reached over and shut off the meter.

"What route would you like me to take?" I asked.

For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator.

We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they were newlyweds. She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl.

Sometimes she'd ask me to slow in front of a particular building or corner and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing.

As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, "I'm tired. Let's go now."

We drove in silence to the address she had given me. It was a low building, like a small convalescent home, with a driveway that passed under a portico.

Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up. They were solicitous and intent, watching her every move. They must have been expecting her.

I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door. The woman was already seated in a wheelchair.

"How much do I owe you?" she asked, reaching into her purse.

"Nothing," I said

"You have to make a living," she answered. "There are other passengers," I responded. Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug. She held onto me tightly.

"You gave an old woman a little moment of joy," she said.

"Thank you."

I squeezed her hand, and then walked into the dim morning light. Behind me, a door shut. It was the sound of the closing of a life.

I didn't pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly lost in thought. For the rest of that day, I could hardly talk. What if that woman had gotten an angry driver, or one who was impatient to end his shift?

What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away?

On a quick review, I don't think that I have done anything more important in my life.

We're conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments.

But great moments often catch us unaware-beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small one.



Life may not be the party we hoped for, but while we are here.............. we might as well dance As my friends, you all have made dance.

sent to me by my Great Aunt. :o)

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Sunday, July 29, 2007

How to Photograph a New Puppy

1. Remove film from box and load camera.

2. Remove film box from puppy's mouth and throw in trash.

3. Remove puppy from trash and brush coffee grounds from

4. Choose a suitable background for photo.

5. Mount camera on tripod and focus.

6. Find puppy and take dirty sock from mouth.

7. Place puppy in pre-focused spot and return to camera.

8. Forget about spot and crawl after puppy on knees.

9. Focus with one hand and fend off puppy with other hand.

10. Get tissue and clean nose print from lens.

11. Take flash cube from puppy's mouth and throw in trash.

12. Put cat outside and put peroxide on the scratch on
puppy's nose.

13. Put magazines back on coffee table.

14. Try to get puppy's attention by squeaking toy over your

15. Replace your glasses and check camera for damage.

16. Jump up in time to grab puppy by scruff of neck and say,
"No, outside! No, outside!"

17. Clean up mess.

18. Fix a drink.

19. Sit back in Lazy Boy with drink and resolve to teach
puppy "sit" and "stay" the first thing in the morning.

I thought this was cute! :o) I got it here!


Our day!

.....Just to let you know, nothing in this journal's entry is toward anyone in specific, I use it to write my feelings, and about my illnesess, and in hopes it might help someone else as I do.I do not pretend nor imatate to be someone I'm not. And if you might take an entry wrong and feel that it is about you, I'm sorry but It isn't, it just may seem to coincide with your own life. And if there is something in what I write that "offends" you, options; don't read, or realize that this IS real life, and get out of your plastic bubble and learn more about it! God bless you!......

Good afternoon! I hope that all of you are feeling well! :o)

Yesterday was a blast! :o) So much fun with family! :o) I got up early and was ready on time for once! lol
We rode down to the zoo with my daughter and her boy friend. We forgot that this weekend was also the Air show....so there was a lot of traffic towards the air port. After that...smooth sailing al the way there! :o) We stoped off for breakfast and was back on the raod again! :o)
Dh and I were sitting in the back seat with our grandson! lol He's so funny! He loves to go to the zoo and see the elephants! His 2 favorite things are the moon and elephants....well, drums too! LOL :o)
He was stubborn and didn't take a nap on the way. But he entertained us on the way! lol :o)

Once we got there...dh got me a motorized cart. Whew! Mine wouldn't fit in the car so I had to take my wheel chair. I wouldn't have made it with that because of all the hills.
The weather was great and it was an overcast all day and the temps. were in the 70's! Perfect for me! :o) I did get hot, but not nearly what I would have if it were in the 80's and very thankful for that! :o)
The first thing we went to see were the elephants! :o) My husband has never been to a zoo...so for me it was neat to watch him with our grandson! :o) He had a bit of troubles breathing because of all the hay...he has asthma. He didn't tell me this until last night. He was better after awhile here at home with his inhaler.
After around lunch time, the zoo got pretty crowded! By that time we had already been through the better part of it. :o)
By the time we had seen all the animals...and went through the gift shop to get our grandson an elephant...it was around 2:30! :o) So...we went down town Cincy and I took a few pictures of the stadium. :o) Then we drove into Kentucky! :o) My daughter said that since I was out of the house, she wanted to get me out of state too! LOL :o) It was nice and I enjoyed the ride! :o)
When we got home, we had dinner and relaxed! :o) Even though I didn't do much walking, my legs and ankles were swollen and tired. I had to get them proped up.
I took over 100 pictures on my digital and a roll of film! lol I'll get the hard copies tomorrow! :o) This is another event that will stay in my memories! :o) The best! :o)
I put some pictures on Rockyou...I hope they turned out this time! :o)
I really need to go and rest now, I was so backed up on my alerts! :o) I hope that all of you have a great day and God's blessings to all of you! :o)




Saturday, July 28, 2007


Today I'll be gone all day. :o) We are going to the zoo! :o) YAY!

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Videos of my grandson....


Friday, July 27, 2007

Living with pain

Why Seeing is Not Always Believing



Has someone ever said to you, "You look great!" while inside you felt fatigued or were in profound pain? People who live with ongoing pain and chronic health challenges face this sort of dilemma every day. Because chronic pain does not manifest outwardly, people sometimes have a difficult time believing that a person with a healthy appearance and lively demeanor can be experiencing so many profound symptoms and limitations.


Well-meaning acquaintances and family members who say, "But you look fine," can often unleash a sense of anger or compound the feelings of isolation in those of us who live with physical challenges that are hidden from view. It would be nicer to hear, "I cannot imagine the difficulties you are experiencing. You are incredible!" or "I didn’t know you were dealing with such challenges. How can I help?" or "You certainly make it look easy, but it must not be easy at all." Acknowledging the condition, rather than belittling or dismissing it, is always welcomed.


Unfortunately, no instruction book exists to guide people living with such ongoing challenges. People with chronic symptoms must sometimes learn to adapt to new routines or limitations. There was a time in our lives when we would promptly recover from illness, but now we find ourselves riding a wave of symptoms that wax and wane and never quite go away. This is a tricky ride to maneuver, especially for someone who is accustomed to experiencing decent health and a prompt recovery.


Living with Pain
For some, the most challenging aspect of living with ongoing pain is not having control over whether or not we will have a nice day. It is sometimes impossible to make plans, commit to vacations, or even take a trip to see a movie. This lack of control over symptoms can leave you feeling as though you live within the body of an unpredictable stranger. Nazi concentration camp survivor and psychiatrist Viktor E. Frankl compared his loss of control in prison to that of a person imprisoned in a body with chronic illness. His inspiring attempt to control attitude—if not circumstances—is one that can easily apply to the growing population who live with chronic pain.


Many individuals do not give in to their pain or illness. When faced with strenuous situations, they tend to push themselves beyond their comfort level. As a result, they pay a high price for overexertion, which often aggravates the condition or illness. Symptoms may worsen for days or even weeks. Sometimes having a good day is simply having a day that is realistically paced. Honoring limitations is one of the most difficult challenges for those whose lives are invaded by pain. We tend to move beyond our comfort levels into a more psychologically comfortable space so that we appear normal and perfectly capable. Over time, we must learn the fine art of managing our condition and learning to say no to many of the activities and chores most people take for granted.


Some people who live with chronic conditions and the associated limitations grow tired of being tired. They sometimes decide to challenge their limitations or override their limitations by the sheer force of their willpower. Some people have the mental determination but lack the corresponding physical stamina. It’s as if the mind and physical body vibrate at different frequencies and race or rest at entirely different levels. In your mind, you might have all of these ideas or projects that you’d like to accomplish, articles you’d like to write, jobs you’d still like to hold. You are still an energetic person even though your body may not be energetic. It’s difficult to merge the desire to do—with a body that is unable to accomplish what the mind wants to direct.


You must always remember to get past the guilt that is sometimes associated with taking frequent rest periods during the day. The person who lives with chronic symptoms must constantly play the trade-off game. What can I cut today? What has to be done, and what can be shelved for a while? How can I save my energy? How can I reshuffle the responsibilities before me so that I can maintain my stamina? If you don’t alter your life in significant ways by juggling, pacing, and simplifying activities, symptoms can become even more difficult to manage.


The Invisibility of Pain
Let’s face it. Human nature, for the most part, is visually oriented. We believe what we see and often make character judgments based solely on visual perceptions. Society is simply not attuned to the needs of people with easily concealed disorders such as chronic pain. While many feel compelled to help someone with an obvious physical challenge, they may respond negatively when asked to help or provide special accommodations to someone who appears healthy and looks just fine.


But, what happens when the person who appears healthy, energetic, and just fine to family, friends, and coworkers, is quietly suffering with chronic pain? Often, they simply learn to play the part of being pain-free. "Sometimes I think I should just go into acting," Shawna laughs. She lives with the painful symptoms of endometriosis and already feels like a seasoned actress. "I should win an Oscar for some of the roles I’ve had to play in trying to hide my pain and symptoms from others."


Marilyn was brought up to do everything for herself. Independent by nature, she certainly does not like to admit that she needs help. "I’m sure I give the impression that I don’t have a problem with pain, and that confuses people. On the one hand, I’m saying ‘I hurt and am tired,’ but if they look at me, they don’t see the pain and fatigue."


"It’s discouraging and demoralizing to be in pain every single day," says Peggy, who lives with the chronic symptoms of fibromyalgia. It is one of many heterogeneous illnesses, meaning that each person may experience the same disorder in a variety of ways. "Sometimes I become overwhelmed with the pain. It wears me down and takes a lot of explaining because most people cannot relate to being in pain all of the time."


Chronic pain is real. Yet it is sometimes difficult to talk to friends and family members about it. Not only do people want to be free of chronic pain, they do not want to feel like a burden. "It’s a large part of who I am. I just don’t want to be pitied by my friends or be known as ‘the suffering one’ to those I love or the people I work with," says Donna. "Everyone becomes tired of hearing about how much I hurt, including myself! Some people think I am making it up or exaggerating my symptoms. But chronic pain is my reality. Even the medical community doesn’t always take my pain seriously."


Pain management seems to be at the vortex of incompatible agendas among government watchdogs, insurance companies, doctors, and patients. Fear of addiction is the key issue. Concerned that the patient will become addicted, doctors are sometimes hesitant to prescribe painkillers. However, individuals with chronic pain, or those who require significant pain management, rely on analgesics just as a diabetic depends on insulin. Erica, a mother of three, counts herself fortunate. "I now have a good doctor who does not shy away from the issue of pain management. He prescribes the appropriate medication when needed and necessary. I go about my life, but when the disease acts up, I’m not afraid to medicate and then move on."


Some people who live with painful conditions feel the need to be stoical about their plight. They see their pain as a sign of weakness, or feel their character is being disparaged because of their suffering, and thus refuse to manage their symptoms with effective treatments. They deprive themselves of the relief that may allow them to regain a better quality of life.


Learning to Cope
Jill is just beginning to learn the intricate rules of the pacing game. It is terribly tempting for her to try to play catch-up when she happens to have a good hour or day. "Sometimes I start to feel better, get excited, and feel that I should take advantage of feeling better. So I begin to get things done and end up doing too much. I've only just learned that instead of trying to get a lot done while feeling well, I need to temper that phase so that I don't ‘crash.’ This is so obvious and yet so hard to do, because it is exciting to feel good."


The struggle of pain and exhaustion is a daily concern. Fatigue is a part of many chronic conditions, and making a place for this unrelenting weariness becomes a way of life. After a while, it becomes impossible to remember what it is like not to feel exhausted. It is important to recognize that you may be able to perform some of your previous activities, but less frequently or for a shorter duration of time. People with chronic disorders can learn to work with their bodies and to recognize their limitations, but it often takes a bit of time and some trial and error.


People who live with concealed disorders talk in terms of good days and bad days. Performing one major task per day helps many people to manage their world, even if only in small bites. Deciding what is a priority and what can wait becomes a new and crucial skill. Pacing and juggling tasks and pleasurable activities become skills that optimize chances for a manageable life.


Families may have to find a new way of playing and having fun together when one member of the family becomes chronically ill. Old hobbies and recreational trips may make way for new and creative replacements. Playing board games rather than camping, for instance, can keep families connected and involved in each other’s lives.


Delegating is a crucial survival skill to develop. This is often difficult especially if you link self-worth to tasks completed. For instance, if you live with chronic back pain or fibromyalgia, you may have difficulty asking the grocery store bagger to assist you to the car. Accustomed to being self-sufficient, many with pain may equate help with weakness and the loss of dignity. They desperately want to remain self-sufficient and resist surrendering to fatigue and pain. Others, however, may regard such a request as a way to reserve and restore some energy and preclude the most persistent pain. It’s important to keep at the forefront of your mind that learning to accept help can actually be a favor to others. Accepting help from friends and family may be easier if you look at it in this way: You are helping them to cope.


You Are Not Your Pain
But what is chronic pain really like to live with? If you have not experienced it, it is difficult to describe such a steadfast companion. Albert Schweitzer once said, "Pain is a more terrible lord of mankind than even death itself." Many who have lived with chronic pain would echo those sentiments; however, it is crucial to remember that, in the end, nothing can compromise your spirit. You are not your pain. You are not your illness.


Look at your physical state of health as the movement of the ocean. There will be mighty waves at times, but in other hours or future days, the tide will also recede, and there will be calm periods where you will find relief. The good news is that we have the capacity to make some issues foreground and some issues background in our lives. This is a choice that we can make all day long throughout our lives. What part of your illness can you put in the background, if only for a short while? Have a visit with someone you love. For that moment, you can welcome your joy to the foreground, even if only slightly. Keep inviting those inspiring, meaningful moments into your life. Most of the time, life is all about small and precious moments.


The goal is not necessarily to become well, but to learn to accept what life has handed us. It may not always be a welcome gift — this one of chronic symptoms and unpredictable days—but rather an opportunity to learn more about our inner strength and the importance of the people in our lives. It is also a chance to use the gifts within that would have otherwise sat dormant. Sometimes, learning to be compassionate with ourselves is a far more difficult assignment than caring for others. Fortuitously, chronic physical pain or symptoms often force us to care for and about ourselves in new and profound ways.


Hope for the Future
Learning to feel hopeful again is a vital stage towards acceptance of our condition and making peace with the pain. Today, there are more beneficial treatments and resources for chronic pain than ever before. Support groups for specific conditions meet regularly, both in person and online. Camaraderie and information are only a mouse click or telephone call away. Numerous organizations for particular illnesses and conditions, such as the National Pain Foundation, provide educational information to those with health challenges and to their family members. There is also a vast amount of research underway. Medical scientists and alternative health care professionals are learning to recognize, control, and, in some cases, prevent a host of chronic disorders. There are many reasons to feel hopeful if you shift your focus and maintain awareness that the future holds possibilities that cannot even be imagined today.


No one chooses to have a chronic illness or experience unyielding pain. When struck with a disability, people usually feel compelled to return to their former selves and rejoin previous routines. Almost primordial in nature, we intuitively ache for a bygone era when life was predictable and comfortable. To accept a new and limited way of functioning is not very appealing. Why should a person want to live happily in a body that is out of order? There are many who fight an illness or condition that seems resistant to interventions. Some become gifted at taking flight. They ignore and run from a chaotic set of symptoms that has shattered their habitual schedule. Despite the frustrations and various stages of grief, most people eventually move on and coexist in relative peace with their disorder. They learn to dance with the pain using new steps and discover what they can now do rather than think about what they used to do. Having lost the ability to kick up their heels, they learn to tap their toes to a new tune, perhaps a bit closer to the ground.


Carol Sveilich, M.A., is a group facilitator and counselor in San Diego, Calif. Her background includes conducting support groups for those with health challenges, serving as an academic counselor, and developing newsletters, columns and articles to assist and educate others with chronic health disorders. Called by many a "support group in a book" Sveilich’s new book, Just Fine: Unmasking Concealed Chronic Illness and Pain, is available directly from the book website: http://www.writefaceforward.com/. FREE COPING TIPS are available from the book site. For information e-mail: writefaceforward@yahoo.com

Thursday, July 26, 2007

A lost dog last night........

.....Just to let you know, nothing in this journal's entry is toward anyone in specific, I use it to write my feelings, and about my illnesess, and in hopes it might help someone else as I do.I do not pretend nor imatate to be someone I'm not. And if you might take an entry wrong and feel that it is about you, I'm sorry but It isn't, it just may seem to coincide with your own life. And if there is something in what I write that "offends" you, options; don't read, or realize that this IS real life, and get out of your plastic bubble and learn more about it! God bless you!......

Last night, I was in my bedroom and had just taken some Benidryl for my nose. Around 9:30...my cell phone rings and it's my husband!
He was out in the garage sitting at his desk. (it's out there because we have no room in the house) He tells me that a dog just came running in the garage! He had the doors open....and a male dog came running in and right up to him! He had a collar on but no tags. After he was petting it, he went under his desk.
I came out to help. Even though the dog was facing the back...he still let me pet him. He wasn't mean or affraid of us. My husband gave him some water and we found a pillow for him to lay on. I stayed out there with the dog while my husband went out to the neighbors to see if they knew who he belonged to. No one knew, but everyone he talked to said that they'd seen the dog for the past 2 days! I had my husband grab my camera so I could get pictures just in case someone came looking and he had left, so I could show what the dog looked like.
I sat out there for 2 hours with him. My husband called the non emergancy number to see if there was someone that could come and help or take the dog to a safe place. No...they don't do that. Uh! So...he went in and got it some more water and food, and left the garage door open a bit so it could get out if he wanted to. My heart just broke for the dog! My husband even looked in the newspaper to see if there was any missing. None! I had to go in the house first after I petted him some more and told him good night. I said a prayer for him. I wanted to take him and put him on our back porch, but my husband was afraid that someone might think we were stealing him.
Then my husband came in and let me know that he had left the doors open and how the dog was doing. Bless his heart!
I woke up late again this morning, and the first thing I did was go out to see if he was still there. He was gone. It was raining last night and I hope he is ok. I will look in the paper again to see if there is any listings of a dog missing. It breaks my heart to see things like this happen. But we did the best we could to keep him comfortable and safe for the night.

Gods blessings to all of you! :o)

Wednesday, July 25, 2007

My grandson's sick now/still not well....

.....Just to let you know, nothing in this journal's entry is toward anyone in specific, I use it to write my feelings, and about my illnesess, and in hopes it might help someone else as I do.I do not pretend nor imatate to be someone I'm not. And if you might take an entry wrong and feel that it is about you, I'm sorry but It isn't, it just may seem to coincide with your own life. And if there is something in what I write that "offends" you, options; don't read, or realize that this IS real life, and get out of your plastic bubble and learn more about it! God bless you!......

Good morning to you all! :o) Hope you all are doing well! :o)

Yesterday was basically a blur. Just wasn't and still not feeling good. My energy is low and I slept most of the day away. gggrr! I don't like to do that. But, if it helps?

I got a call from my daughter last night. My grandson isn't well now too. :o( Bless his heart! It sounds like we both must have gotten what ever it is at the same time. :o(
So...I'm sending him a get well! :o)

And this also goes out to everyone else thats not feeling well either! :o)

There you go my sweet little grandson! :o)

I'm not doing anything again today...gee what a surprise! lol :o)
I hope that everyone has a great day and try and dodge what ever is going around! :o) Gods blessings to all of you! :o)

Funny! lol

This is too funny! LOL Clicky...!



Tuesday, July 24, 2007

pictures/last night....

.....Just to let you know, nothing in this journal's entry is toward anyone in specific, I use it to write my feelings, and about my illnesess, and in hopes it might help someone else as I do.I do not pretend nor imatate to be someone I'm not. And if you might take an entry wrong and feel that it is about you, I'm sorry but It isn't, it just may seem to coincide with your own life. And if there is something in what I write that "offends" you, options; don't read, or realize that this IS real life, and get out of your plastic bubble and learn more about it! God bless you!......

Good afternoon! :o) I hope that everyone is feeling fine today!

My daughter and her bf invited us over for dinner last night! He made a turkey dinner! :o) I couldn't pass that up. :o) I was the only one that could go...so I went by myself. It's been a long time since I've been out of this house. It felt so good! :o)

I had alot of fun! :o) We ate our dinner and then my grandson wanted to play! ;o) So we did! :o) Being around them just made my night! :o) Thats my own medicine! :o)

When I came home...I was exhausted! lol It was well worth getting out and enjoying the company of my family! :o)

Yesterday morning, my physical therapist came. She had asked me if I had been in the sun lately? I told her no, and why. On my upper back thighs, I had on each one, what appeared to her as burn marks! Yikes! She told me they weren't from sitting or anything like that. But...where they were located is where I had the most cramping! It felt like I had a cramp on top of a cramp on top of a cramp! Like 3-4 on top of each other! When she got to that part of each leg....OUCHIE! She had to get on my bed and on her knees to try her best to rub them all out! I asked her questions on why that would happen....but again, she couldn't tell me certain things, just maybe that thay area was so bad, it had a fever. I've never heard of that. I looked in the mirror the best that I could after she left, and I seen what she saw and I looked later on in the day and they red marks were gone! hhhmm!

I had a hard time sleeping last night. I wasn't feeling too well. I would get real hot then cool down. uuhhh! When I got up this morning...it was 9:00! I couldn't believe the time! I took my temp. and it was 101.9! Geesh! So...I'm still feeling over heated, and not well at all. Bummer! I'm just going to try to find out whats wrong now, and go from there. :o) Hopefully it's just one of those 24 hour deals! :o)

This is all for now. :o) I need to get off of here for awhile. :o)
I hope that everyone has a great day! :o) Thank you for being who you are! :o) Gods blessings to you all! :o)


two videos from last night


Gentle thoughts for today.

Birds of a feather flock together and crap on your car.

A penny saved is a government oversight.

The real art of conversation is not only to say the right thing at the right time, but also to leave unsaid the wrong thing at the tempting moment.

The older you get, the tougher it is to lose weight, because by then your body and your fat have gotten to be really good friends.

The easiest way to find something lost around the house is to buy a replacement

He who hesitates is probably right.

Did you ever notice: The Roman Numerals for forty (40) are " XL."

The sole purpose of a child's middle name is so he can tell when he's really in trouble.

There's always a lot to be thankful for if you take time to look for it. For example I am sitting here thinking how nice it is that wrinkles don't hurt

Did you ever notice: When you put the 2 words "The" and "IRS" together it spells "Theirs."


sent in an email. ;o)

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Monday, July 23, 2007

Something I wanted to share......

Time passes.
Life happens.
Distance separates.
Children grow up.
Jobs come and go.
Love waxes and wanes.
Men don't do what they're supposed to do.
Hearts break.
Parents die.
Colleagues forget favors.
Careers end.
BUT - Sisters are there, no matter how much time and how many miles
are between you. A girlfriend is never farther away than needing her.
When you have to walk that lonesome valley and you have to walk it by
yourself, the women in your life will be on the valley's rim, cheering
you on, praying for you, pulling for you, intervening on your behalf,
and waiting with open arms at the valley's end .
Sometimes, they will even break the rules and walk beside you, or
come in and carry you out.
Girlfriends, daughters, granddaughters, daughters-in-law, sisters,
sisters-in-law, mothers, grandmothers, aunties, nieces, cousins and
extended family all bless our life.
When we began this adventure called womanhood, we had no idea of the
incredible joys or sorrows that lay ahead, nor did we know how much we
would need each other.
Every day, we need each other still.

sent to me by my great aunt.

Trying to be correct....

Is there a definite line in the sand when we cross that line and "offend" someone? If so, where is it? I have gotten a few emails this week "letting" me know how I've offended someone with what I write about in my journal or decide to post in my journal. That's the reason for the graphic below saying, "Was it something I said?" You know, I've actually listened to these "suggestions" about not" writing about my illnesses all the time. That "I'm not my illnesses, I'm me." Really? I'm sorry, but I'm not my illnesses, I just happen to have them. What is J-Land coming to? NO ONE has the right to tell me what I can and can not put or write in my journal! It seems that in our journals you have to be "politically correct," and try not ot be "offensive." I've had this journal for a few years now and I've never in these past few months have ever had so many emails "letting" me know what I've written about "offended" them. Excuse me? I started this journal to log what I am going through with my illnesses and maybe to help others. Is that a bad thing? It seems that when I talk about them...it's not "uplifting" enough or I'm not a "happy" person! What? What is this all coming too? What standard decides if what I put in my journal is "offensive" or "hateful" or "politically incorrect?" I thought it would be me. I do not try to offend anyone. And by me writing about my life is offensive, then don't read. I've gone to all the journals that I read and I always leave a comment....even if I don't agree with what was written, I would never email them to tell them nor in a comment. I feel if you read what I wrote, you could have the common courtesy to do the same. Many people are afraid to speak their minds or share something simply because it might be "offensive" to someone else. Or maybe a joke. Thats sad. The fact is that many well known authors have used wording in "their" books and that some people would probably find to be "offensive, or not "politically correct." But you still read them. Would you write the author and let them know that it offended you after reading the whole book? Is this what this  is coming too? If so...how sad.

"Free speech not only lives, it rocks!" -Oprah Winfrey

"You have not converted a man because you have silenced him." -John Morley

Once again, I will write and post what "I" want to in my own journal like i have done for a few years now. And it's your choice if you want to become so negative and judgmental when you go around reading others journals. Again, sad. I want the old J-Land back!


Sunday, July 22, 2007

I have mail!

A blonde went to her mail box several times before it was even time for the mailman to make his rounds.

A neighbor noticed her repeated trips to the curb and asked if she was waiting for a special delivery. '

Her reply: "My computer keeps telling me I have mail"."


A blonde went to the appliance store sale and found a bargain. "I would like to buy this TV," she told the salesman.

"Sorry,we don't sell to blondes," he replied.

She hurried home and dyed her hair, then came back and again told the salesman "I would like to buy this TV." "Sorry, we don't sell to blondes," he replied.

"Darn, he recognized me," she thought. She went for a complete disguise this time, haircut and new color, new outfit, big sunglasses, then waited a few days before she again approached the salesman. "I would like to buy this TV."

Sorry, we don't sell to blondes," he replied. Frustrated, she exclaimed "How do you know I'm a blonde?"

"Because that's a microwave," he replied.


A blonde dials 911 to report that her car has been broken into. She is hysterical as she explains her situation to the dispatcher. "They've stolen the dashboard, the steering wheel, the brake pedal, and even the accelerator!" she cries.

The 911 dispatcher says, "Stay calm. An officer is on the way. He will be there in two minutes."

Before the police get to the crime scene, however, the 911 dispatcher's telephone rings a second time, and the same blonde is on the line again.

"Never mind," giggles the blonde, "I got in the back seat by mistake."


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50 +

Q: How can you increase the heart rate of your 50+ husband?
A: Tell him you're pregnant.

Q: How can you avoid spotting a wrinkle every time you walk by a mirror?
A: Take off your glasses.

Q: Why should 50+ folks use valet parking?
A: Valets don't forget where they park your car.

Q: Is it common for 50+ folks to have problems with short-term memory storage?
A: Storing memory is not a problem, retrieving it is a problem.

Q: As people age, do they sleep more soundly?
A: Yes, but usually in the afternoon.

Q: Where can women over the age of 50 find good looking men who are interested in them?
A: Try a bookstore under fiction.

Q: What can a man do while his wife is going through menopause?
A: Keep busy. If you're handy with tools, you can finish the basement. When you are done, you will have a place to live.

Q: Where do 50+ folks look for fashionable glasses?
A: Their foreheads.

Q: What is the most common remark made by 50+ folks when shopping in antique stores?
A: "I remember these."

sent to me by my great uncle.

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Saturday, July 21, 2007

Suspend Michael Vick!

Click on the above graphic to have Michael Vick suspended!
His acts were senseless and he needs to own up to what he's done!


More older pictures, some not so old! :o)


LOL...I found 2 more...but not the ones I'm looking for! lol

A video I came across from January! :o)

My "own" kind of medicine! :o)

.....Just to let you know, nothing in this journal's entry is toward anyone in specific, I use it to write my feelings, and about my illnesess, and in hopes it might help someone else as I do.I do not pretend nor imatate to be someone I'm not. And if you might take an entry wrong and feel that it is about you, I'm sorry but It isn't, it just may seem to coincide with your own life. God bless you!......

Last night...my daughter and my grandson came over for a visit! :o) He was in an onry mood! lol :o)
For me....my grandson is a medicine! :o) He makes me forget about most of my pains! lol :o)
I took a few videos as well...lol...and I've lost them! lol So...I'll have to find them because I was going to post them too. :o) Just a bit of brain fog going on here! lol :o)


Thursday, July 19, 2007

Just need to talk......

.....Just to let you know, nothing in this journal's entry is toward anyone in specific, I use it to write my feelings, and about my illnesess, and in hopes it might help someone else as I do.I do not pretend nor imatate to be someone I'm not. And if you might take an entry wrong and feel that it is about you, I'm sorry but It isn't, it just may seem to coincide with your own life. God bless you!......

Good evening/morning! :o)

I wasn't able to sleep, so I thought I'd log some more things. :o) I hope you don't mind. :o) I feel this needs to be done.
I talk alot about my pains and don't really like to. I know it's a downer for most of you to read and not uplifting, but hey...this is why I started this journal! :o) I write what I want. :o)
Most of today was the same as it has been for the past week. <sigh> I mostly write about the fibromyalgia and the ms. I don't write about the other things that I suffer pains from, except the arthritis which has been really giving me some grief!

I have such a hard time getting comfortable...anywhere. I'm sure alot of you can relate. I also have osteoporosis, osteoarthritis and bursitis in my hips. I have these spurs on my spine that are getting much worse. There are days where I can actually feel the crumbling of the vertabra. It hurts so much to walk. I also have tumors on my spine as well. The last count as of early last year were 5. The doctor that I loved and had to move his practice....told me they couldn't be operated on and that I would get more. With the pains I've been having....who knows! :o) But, I have this stupid doctor that doesn't help me, so I'll never know until I'm able to find another one.
With the new insurance....that has also put a huge hault on who will except me. Which really sucks! So...this doctor has left me with only my seizure medication! lol :o) I guess since he can't feel what I'm feeling...whats it matter...right?
So....I still will not give up! :o) I'm a fighter! But....I have made a decision to slow down on visiting journals. :o( This pain has taken over my body to the point to where I have to do something. :o) I'll still come around when I can, but I won't be able to everyday like I used to do. :o) Please don't forget me! lol I'll still be here, just not like I was before. I can't anymore.
I have to come first and to fight this health battle that God gave me! :o) And I will! :o)

When I always say; Thank you for you comments....I really do mean that, because they do keep me going! :o) I know that someone out there cares enough to stop by my journal and take the time to leave a comment! :o) Thank you! :o) Gods blessings to all of you! :o)


Fun Facts! :o)

In the 1400's a law was set forth in England that a man was allowed to beat his wife with a stick no thicker than his thumb. Hence we have "the rule of thumb"

Many years ago in Scotland , a new game was invented. It was ruled "Gentlemen Only...Ladies Forbidden"...and thus the word GOLF entered into the English language.
The first couple to be shown in bed together on prime time TV were Fred and Wilma Flintstone.
Every day more money is printed for Monopoly than the U.S. Treasury.
Men can read smaller print than women can; women can hear better.
Coca-Cola was originally green.
It is impossible to lick your elbow.
The State with the highest percentage of people who walk to work: Alaska
The percentage of Africa that is wilderness: 28% (now get this...)
The percentage of North America that is wilderness: 38%
The cost of raising a medium-size dog to the age of eleven: $
The average number of people airborne over the U.S. in any given hour: 61,000
Intelligent people have more zinc and copper in their hair.
The first novel ever written on a typewriter: Tom Sawyer.
The San Francisco Cable cars are the only mobile National Monuments.
Each king in a deck of playing cards represents a great king from history:
Spades - King David
Hearts - Charlemagne
Clubs -Alexander, the Great
Diamonds - Julius Caesar
111,111,111 x 111,111,111 = 12,345,678,987,654,321

If a statue in the park of a person on a horse has both front legs in the air, the person died in battle. If the horse has one front leg in the air the person died as a result of wounds received in battle. If the horse has all four legs on the ground, the person died of natural causes.

Only two people signed the Declaration of Independence on July 4th, John Hancock and Charles Thomson. Most of the rest signed on August 2, but the last signature wasn't added until 5 years later.
Q. Half of all Americans live within 50 miles of what?
A. Their birthplace
Q. Most boat owners name their boats. What is the most popular boat name requested?
A. Obsession
Q. If you were to spell out numbers, how far would you have to go until you would find the letter "A"?
A. One thousand
Q. What do bulletproof vests, fire escapes, windshield wipers, and laser printers all have in common?
A. All were invented by women.
Q. What is the only food that doesn't spoil?
A. Honey
Q. Which day are there more collect calls than any other day of the year?
A. Father's Day
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In Shakespeare's time, mattresses were secured on bed frames by ropes. When you pulled on the ropes the mattress tightened, making the bed firmer to sleep on. Hence the phrase......... "goodnight, sleep tight."

It was the accepted practice in Babylon 4,000 years ago that for a month after the wedding, the bride's father would supply his son-in-law with all the mead he could drink. Mead is a honey beer and because their calendar was lunar based, this period was called the honey month, which we know today as the honeymoon.
In English pubs, ale is ordered by pints and quarts... So in old England , when customers got unruly, the bartender would yell at them "Mind your pints and quarts, and settle down."
It's where we get the phrase "mind your P's and Q's"
Many years ago in England , pub frequenters had a whistle baked into the rim, or handle, of their ceramic cups. When they needed a refill, they used the whistle to get some service. "Wet your whistle" is the phrase inspired by this practice.
~~~~~~~~~~~AND FINALLY~~~~~~~~~~~~
At least 75% of people who read this will try to lick their elbow!
Don't delete this just because it looks weird. Believe it or not, you can read it.
I cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty
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phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid Aoccdrnig to rscheearch at Cmabrigde
Uinervtisy, it deosn't mttaer in waht oredr the
ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoatnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer be in the rghit
pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit a porbelm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe. Amzanig huh?
1. You accidentally enter your PIN on the microwave.
2. You haven't played solitaire with real cards in years.
3. You have a list of 15 phone numbers to reach your family of three.
4. You e-mail the person who works at the desk next to you.
5. Your reason for not staying in touch with friends and family is that they don't have e-mail addresses.
6. You pull up in your own driveway and use your cell phone to see if anyone is home to help you carry in the groceries.
7. Every commercial on television has a web site at the bottom of the screen.
8. Leaving the house without your cell phone, which you didn't even have the first 20 or 30 (or 60) years of your life, is now a cause for panic and you turn around to go and get it.
10. You get up in the morning and go on line before getting your coffee.
11. You start tilting your head sideways to smile. : )
12. You're reading this and nodding and laughing.
13. Even worse, you know exactly to whom you are going to forward this message.
14. You are too busy to notice there was no #9 on this list.
15. You actually scrolled back up to check that there wasn't a #9 on this list.
AND NOW U R LAUGHING at yourself.

sent to me by my great aunt! :o)


Thank you!/and my family time...

.....Just to let you know, nothing in this journal's entry is toward anyone in specific, I use it to write my feelings, and about my illnesess, and in hopes it might help someone else as I do.I do not pretend nor imatate to be someone I'm not. And if you might take an entry wrong and feel that it is about you, I'm sorry but It isn't, it just may seem to coincide with your own life. God bless you!......


Good morning! :o) Hoping you are all well and fine! :o)

First....I really want to thank all of you for your comments! Thank you! :o)
Yes...I did talk with my son and he does know what all I have and that I have good and bad days. He really didn't understand that my illnesses would progress as fast and as much as they have. Now we both know how each of us feel! ;o) No...he doesn't like the idea of all of this at all, it upsets him. Bless him! :o)

My daughter and her bf and my grandson came over last night for dinner! :o) We had home made beef and noodles and mashed potatoes! Love it! :o) I think thats one of my grandson's favorites too! :o)

My daughter was able to go to WM for me and get the comforter for me. :o) I love it! It's so soft for me and it really makes being in bed alot more softer on my body. :o)
I think we might have had some storms last night...because my physical therapist had to have the company call me to let me know she couldn't come this morning because of power outages. Thats how good I slept last night....I didn't hear a thing! If there's a storm...I'm usually up! But, I do hope that she gets everything all sorted out. :o)

All I'm going to do today......is the samething I've been doing.....the bed thing! :o) It's softer now, so it's not so bad. :o)
Again...thank you for your comments! :o) They really do help! :o) Have a great day and Gods blessings to all of you! :o)



Wednesday, July 18, 2007

Trying to understand.....

.....Just to let you know, nothing in this journal's entry is toward anyone in specific, I use it to write my feelings, and about my illnesess, and in hopes it might help someone else as I do.I do not pretend nor imatate to be someone I'm not. And if you might take an entry wrong and feel that it is about you, I'm sorry but It isn't, it just may seem to coincide with your own life. God bless you!......


Good morning!

Yesterday was another one of those days. I feel like an animal with parts of my body cought in traps! I don't know else how to explain this. Too bad it's not a toothache and I can't have what hurts pulled and have instant relief! lol That would be nice! :o)

It was a nice surprise to see my daughter and my grandson last night! :o) The really cheered me up alot! :o)
I was talking to my son yesterday...and I had to 'jot' down a note. I had said that I 'can't' write anymore. He told me that he's tired of hearing me put myself down! What?! Was my come back! I asked him what he meant by this. He said that he hears me say at times that I 'can't' do certain things! So...I told him that I'm not putting myself down....I've 'lost' those abilities and will not get them back! Yesterday was a great day for hicking....if I were back to my 'normal' self...I would have been gone all day hicking!!! I tried to explain to him that everyday when I wake up....it's a 50/50 chance for me! So...he still doesn't understand. And it really hurt. As if I sit around this house because thats what I want to do?! I don't think so! He knows how I was before all of this attacked my body. I'd really love for my daughter to come and visit more often like she used to.
I'm just still trying to understand if I should go ahead and buy the case of band aids to put all over my body where I have pain or not! Because from yesterdays conversations....I think so! I don't know how else to explain this! I honestly don't. Anyone have flash cards?! lol :o)
Oh well.....I'm just thankful that I did get to see my daughter and my grandson last night. And I'm thankful that I have another day! :o)
Wishing all of you a great day....! :o) Gods blessings to all of you! :o)
Back to bed I go! :o)


Some old pictures of my mom and I. ;o)

She was 19! :o)

I was born in August of 1963! I know...wow! I'm old!

I remember wearing scarf's like the one's my mom wore as well. ;o)


I have a picture of my grandson just like this! I didn't realize this until I seen this old picture! :o)

My great grandmother, my mom trying to hold me and my grandmother. :o) I was huge! lol :o)

My mom and I! :o)

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