Daily Prompt: Share the Love

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Tell us about another blogger who has influenced your own online journey.

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Lucewriter (of Writersite.org) has been a big influence on my writing and post choices. Not only is she a sweet, wonderful person; but she is also has a vast wealth of knowledge when it comes to writing and writing skills. She is working on a novel. I’m looking forward to reading it!

Her blog is delightful to read. It always makes me smile and brings back memories of childhood; I thought were long gone. She is honest, insightful and always a pleasure to read. I look forward to her post every week. Although we have never met, the blogosphere brought us together and I consider it an honor to call her my friend.

Thank you for the support and advice Miss Lucewriter! You have helped more than you will ever know!

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Daily Prompt: Prized Possession

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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.

 

Spring is here…..finally!

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It has taken long enough, but we are going to have two beautiful weekend days.

I have an MRI scheduled tomorrow at lunch, but when we get home….time for yard work.

The lawnmower is ready to go, the weed eater has fresh string, and I have weeds to pull. There are also a few pine trees popping up in strange places. Time to get rid of those.

I need to mulch a few places. I may even be able to get my nephew to help.

My lilies are popping their pretty heads out getting ready to bloom. The irises are right behind them.

My gerber daisy has come out again, getting ready to bloom.

I need to trim the lantana so that it can come out with fresh branches. Last year, it grew past the top of the porch. Beautiful!

I need to clean up the bird feeders. The knock out roses are gorgeous. Already have new leaves out.

So much to do. I know we need the remain, but I also need time to cut the grass before my house disappears into it. Getting a wee-bit tall out there.

I also need to fertilize my Corkscrew Willow Trees and gardenias. The shrubs are incredible. Huge and constantly flowering. Hard to tell when to prune them.

As you can tell, we have a lot to do. Have a great weekend everyone!

Cowden Syndrome rearing it’s ugly head

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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

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MM900178208My 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.

 

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Happy Anniversary, Honey!

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You swooped down and swept me off my feet;
Since day one you let me know I am loved and
made it your goal to make my dreams come true;

When life reared it’s ugly head and knocked us both on our tails;
As times got tough, and we were not sure what to do;
You stood firm by my side letting me draw from your
strength;

I haven’t a clue what I did to deserve you;
but I thank the Good Lord daily, that you are in my life;
I want you to know I love you more everyday;
I do not know what I would do without you;

Thank you, Barry, thank you;
for being the light in my life.

I’m not a poet by any means and I know I broke every rule out there on poetry, but I wanted to tell Barry how I felt.

Lab-rat Syndrome

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Ever feel like a lab rat? Let someone diagnose you with a rare genetic disorder and then try to find a doctor that is not afraid to treat you!

I have two neurologist arguing over who is supposed to do what. A third stated it was exciting to have someone like me in the office and then proceeded to tell me how lucky I was to be under his care because he is so good!

And yet, here I sit. I’ve been trying, since last Thursday, to reach a doctor to discuss some changes I am experiencing.

I’m in pain, my speech is slurring, at times,  to the point of not being able to understand a thing I say and can’t manage to find someone in this doctor’s office that can read a message correctly or it could be the message taker.

Every referral source I checked said I am seeing the doctor’s I need to see. I see them about every four months, but if you need anything in between those visits, FORGET IT! The “premier specialist” dealing with my problem is located in Cleveland, Ohio. Long ride, even every four months.

Forgive my poor pitiful me moment, please! I’m just a smidge agitated at the moment. I feel so bad and cannot get any relief. Maybe I’ll fly to Cleveland over night and surprise that specialist first thing in the morning. Have a great day, everyone!

Root Word: itis

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Check out this link!

http://en.m.wiktionary.org/wiki/-itis#section_1

The root word “itis” means so much for such a small little thing. That small little thing has become one of those things I have learned not to enjoy hearing attached to words my doctor is telling me.

There are many minor “itis’s” that are no big deal, then there are those attached to words coming out of the mouths of the doctors we see. 

The medical profession is full of “itis” words I am sure many people out there would rather not hear. What gets us is when they bring out words you have to research. 

I think I’ll come up with a new affliction:

doctortis- Inflammation of doctors. That would not work, it could either mean you are inflamed by your doctors or your doctors are inflamed. Doesn’t exactly sound right. Neither one of the fits what we are suffering from. It should be doctorvisititis.

It would be nice if we could start charging doctors for the pleasure of our company, we’d rich by now.

I know this sounds a bit silly, but this is our life! With Barry retired, I’m hoping we can mix it up a bit and actually get a social life.