My mom is bottle feeding an abandoned kitten we found in my dad’s backyard. It is the cutest little thing. Mom, Barry and I are having a blast. We babysit when she isn’t home. Our dog has adopted the kitten and is cleaning up after it. She tries to drag it around by the tail. it is so sweet. They cuddle and play. Just adorable! Mom is like she has a baby. Toooooooo cute!
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Daily Prompt: Prized Possession
LDescribe an item you were incredibly attached to as a child. What became of it?
To see a picture of Mrs. Beasley, follow the link below:
http://www.tvacres.com/dolls_mrs_beasley.htm
My mom purchased this doll for me when I was starting the first grade in 1970. She bought this doll for me because I started wearing glasses at age 3. Mrs. Beasley wore glasses and was my best friend for years.
Mom thought this doll would ease my anxiety of being the only kid at school with glasses. Kids can be mean. Sounds like that is one thing that hasn’t changed in 40 years.
I remember at some point during my childhood, Mrs. Beasley received a haircut and a makeover. I painted huge eyelashes on her big eyes and put bows in her hair.
When I first discovered Ebay, a lady was looking for a Mrs. Beasley doll to redo for her daughter. I sold my prized possession for $100.00. I hope she went to a good home.
Today, I still have my Drowsy doll and the first doll I ever owned. They are packed up around here somewhere.
Cowden Syndrome rearing it’s ugly head
Barry is the most patient human being on earth. Either, God is giving him strength or he is hiding his fear really well. We are currently waiting to see a doctor for results of an abdominal/pelvic MRI.
During my renal ultrasound, they discovered something on my liver. The doctor’s answer was it is just an incidental finding, we’ll get an MRI to check it out. He thought he was easing my anxiety.Nope….just made it worse….why don’t they get that?
If they were honest enough to just say it could be this or this…..why not do more test to rule it out…..would have made me feel better……but since when is the patient supposed to feel good after seeing a doctor?
Other than that, even though the breast biopsy was negative. They are still investigating the cause of the problem. Another MRI this weekend and appointments all next week to get results and such.
My body is acting crazy and I can’t get a return call from a doctor to save my life. I am also experiencing a new symptom of cowden syndrome, that no one wants to help me with. These doctors wonder why people get depressed. I have a rare genetic disorder that actually scares the doctors treating me.
Barry is being a supportive dream. I am a fussy mess, he just tells me to relax and go sit down. I love that man.
I’m doing the paperwork to join the study at the Cleveland Clinic. Not sure it will do me a bit of good, but maybe it will help someone else dealing with this mess.
I need to go for now, have a few contacts to make. I think I have diverticulitis again. I have to call my doctor. I need to do paperwork for myself and mom. Have a great day everyone.
Barry and I didn’t know how to act yesterday. We saw a movie and had lunch out without dealing with a doctor’s office.
My adorable husband, the eternal prankster
My sweet, adorable, totally innocent-looking husband is getting a reputation, since mom moved in. He cannot seem to help himself when it comes to her.
This afternoon, mom was frantically looking for her misplaced makeup when Barry gets the bright idea to hand her a few Sharpies. He asked what color she wanted. She took them all.
Of course she was not wearing her glasses. I walked into the bathroom just in time to stop her. She was about to line her lips with a red Sharpie.
What a sight she would have been at church. I believe if she could have gotten a hand on Barry, he might have been in a wee-bit of trouble.
When Life Hands You Something You Really Do Not Want To Do
OK, I love the Lord, my home, my life, my family, my dog and even my little fish. I would do anything in the world for them.
I was forced into doing the hardest thing I have ever done in my life recently. All joking aside, I found this task extremely hard to deal with, but I did it! The problem wasn’t going away, I had to do something. My mother is my mother and I had to do the right thing. I have to admit, that I was a bit scared.
Growing up with mom wasn’t the easiest task on earth, but I lived. Mom and pop did a great job with the three of us. I was a breeze to raise, the other two….well, mom and pop survived. Now today, the other two faint at the site of blood and I’m a nurse.
My sisters are two of the most strong-willed, engaging and hard-working women I know. They are also, great mothers; which has allowed me to be the best aunt on earth.
It was Mom. She didn’t want to go to the hospital and I had to take her.Well, Barry and I took her. My mother prefers to doctor herself and she refuses to admit she isn’t as young as she once was. It’s time to slow down a little. Mom isn’t crazy about doctors or hospitals, but she is doing fine. She survived.
I wasn’t able to have children and I feel like I’ve become my mother’s mother! It was really hard to leave her there. I wasn’t sure about our relationship, but leaving her there made me hurt. I guess that is what motherhood feels like?
She is home and doing better. She is hassling me about exercise class and wants to go to Starbucks for coffee. Says she wants to give it a try and she misses her exercise class. I guess I’ll have to take her over to the gym and I’ll deal with the rowdy roosters gawking at the class from the upstairs windows.
Daily Prompt: Competition
What activity, task, or game most brings out your competitive streak?
Board Games drive me insane. It doesn’t matter which one of them it is,I get angry thinking about them. Just the thought of pulling a board game out gives my competitive hormone the kick in the hiney it cannot stand.. Maybe it is the fact that I stink at every board game I have ever tried to play. Or it could be the no good braggers that I play with. Who knows? I’ll just continue to avoid them like the plague.
The only violence I have ever exhibited when playing, was with my ex-husband. He loved to play chess. I know how, but I stink. In one of his rare forms, when he was wiping the board with me, he went too far. I picked the board up and threw it at him. Needless to say, we never played again.
I’ve played Gin Rummy and Scrabble, with Barry, no problems. I do not think we’ll ever play chess.
I Wanna Run Away!
Please, someone tell me when it is okay to run away. I’m not sure how much more I can take before I crack.
I live the “Life of Riley“. Honestly, I not sure what that means. Was it a TV show? Radio show? Cartoon? I’m going to look it up. The situations I’ve heard it used in usually involved someone having it made; not in need of anything; someone spoiled rotten. All of the above, at times, can describe my life.
I live in a beautiful home with the perfect husband and family pets. We have one boxer and one fish. One step-son that keeps his distance.
My husband and I are raising my mother. It can be a challenge at times. But we make it.
We are far from well off or rich, but we are comfy. A lot of people today can’t say that. It really hurts Barry and I to see others struggle. We help when we can, but keeping up with medical bills will eat you alive.
Since 2009, Barry and I have run from doctor to doctor trying to figure my illness out. It is starting to feel like a waste of time. Every time I see a physician, something else is wrong.
Is this a never-ending battle? Is all the running around doing a bit of good? I guess I’m a little tired of being sick. I feel like my life is falling apart and I’m not sure what to do.
That doctor, last week, really threw me for a loop. Just uttering those 2 little words has my head in the toilet.
It was like the day the doctor told me about the brain tumor. “Oh by the way, you have a brain tumor.” That is how he told me. He added a few other things to it, but that was enough to shatter my world. My head was in a spin then, and it is spinning like a top now.
I’m not going to do anything stupid. God has kept me around for s reason. I have too much life left to live to do anything stupid, I’m just trying to write this down to see if it will shake me out of this funk.
I should be sleeping . Big birthday party tomorrow. Going to be a long day, I need my rest. Barry is snoring in the chair next to me as I type. Maggie is snoring on the couch. Maybe I should follow suit and go to sleep. Maybe I’ll feel better in the morning.
Hope everyone has a good weekend. I’m trying to turn mine around. Be sweet!
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Quiet time
It appears that someone has seen fit to give Barry and I a reprieve from running around like chickens with their heads cut off. We have managed to carry out a few things around the house. Feels good.
Mom experienced a health issue and has been in the hospital all week. She is OK, but had to be admitted for a while.
The rat race begins again Monday morning with an MRI of my chest, leading to an evaluation later that day by a urologist.
I’m filling out the paperwork for the Cowden Syndrome Study and working on arranging a date for my family to get their trusting done. Mom being admitted through a loop in those plans.
My brother-in-law lost his mother, taking them out-of-town for a week. She had been sick for a while and the Good Lord called her home. She is no longer in pain and she is in a better place. I haven’t lost a parent yet, but helped Barry when he lost his mom. All around a difficult situation. Our prayers and concerns go out to Dennis and his family. We love them each and everyone, dearly.
So after several bumps in the road, maybe we can get the scheduling done for testing. I do not to mean to seem like I’m making light of their loss, I’m not. Under normal circumstances, I would have been in Idaho with them.
Daily Prompt: Ghostwriter
If you could have any author –living or dead – write your biography, who would you choose?
Jeff Foxworthy
As a fellow Georgian and comedian, if anyone could write my autobiography, it would be him. He would see and instantly connect with my inner redneck and the words would flow onto his computer screen.
Disability aside, I was born in Winder, Georgia and I love everything redneck. The sad thing is, I know how or have done most of those redneck things I am referring too.
I will say, I have NEVER, nor do I ever plan to try chewing tobacco. I’ll admit I have a few cousins that chew daily!
I even participated in the redneck games in Middle Georgia. So, Jeff Foxworthy would be my choice. He could also make the not so funny parts humorous.
Daily Prompt: VIP
Who’s the most important person in your life — and how would your day-to-day existence be different without them?
Barry, my husband, is the most important person in my life. Unfortunately, at age 47, I have found myself in need of a caregiver.
Barry, not only has the role of the love of my life, but he is legally considered my caregiver. It kills me that my body has done this so early in our marriage, but you deal with what life hands you and take things one day at a time.
The good Lord has his plan for each of us, it is not our place to argue the plan. As a previous teacher I had would say; “you know a plan exists, whether you know the content or not, you work, girl, work it!”
Barry is my helping hand in many daily activities and my own personal engineer. I hold Barry to get out of the tub, but I can get in. He has made sure I have all the proper rails and no-slip gadgets I need around the house.
He treats me like a normal human being. He doesn’t treat me like a baby. I love my mother, but she thinks I’m 10 years old when she helps with anything. I’m glad she is here, because I don’t like being home alone.
I fell once in the garage, while home alone, I just happened to be on the phone when it happened. Help was as phone call away. Thank the Good Lord above. I fell into a box of framed pictures, shattered glass and broken frames all around. Terrified, I froze until help arrived.
To be honest with you, I cannot imagine life without Barry. You know, I can’t even get a bra on straight without him. Trust me, I’ve tried, you can find yourself in some serious pickles, trying that alone with one hand. Wheewww…..I could tell you some stories. I refuse to start wearing those pull-on things. They are too hot.
Without Barry, I would need someone to do any driving further than 20 miles away. Yes, mom lives with me, but I refuse to get in a car with her driving. My heart can’t take it.
I’d need someone to manage the yard work, pay the bills, go to the grocery store and make sure I take my medication correctly. There are days, that my brain tumor rules, and it is close to impossible to even get out of bed. On those days, I’d need someone to cook, make sure I eat and clean up.
I cannot do laundry any longer, so that is another thing I’d need help with. Someone would have to walk and feed the dog as well. I can’t leave the fish out, but I believe I could manage the fish food and watering the plants.
In December of 2011, Barry had a massive stroke and I almost lost him. The doctors actually tried to prepare me for the fact he would not make it through the night. Losing him, I think would have killed me. I hate to sound selfish, but God wasn’t finished with him yet. He knew we needed each other.
To date, other than a few deficits, Barry whipped that stroke in the butt and is back to helping me whip this brain tumors butt. We work together, to make sure everything gets done; with mom quietly tagging along. We all take care of each other and it works.
To answer this prompt, I know everything Barry does for me daily and I do not want to even think about my day-to-day existence without him.
Life would be hard and I’d have to let too many strangers into very personal parts of my life.
Yes, mom could help more, but she isn’t as strong as she used to be and I do not want to be the cause of her getting hurt.
Bear bear says, Yeah!
Two Rights Attempting To Make A Left! 
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