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Epigram
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Sandy’s Azaleas
We cry for lots of reasons: sadness, pain, fear . . . and happiness. When was the last time you shed tears of joy?
I shed tears of joy today, at Barry‘s Retirement Party. My adorable husband retired today after working over 32 years for the great state of Georgia. Even though Barry wasn’t ready to retire, he has accepted the fact that it is time for him to relax a little. Now I just need to figure out how to keep him busy.
I admit, I thought it might turn into a kicking and screaming deal, but he held it together. I cried as I watched the slide show they had put together of his years with them. It was so sweet. Someone at his place of employment knows how to hijack pictures from Facebook and WordPress.
I was incredibly proud to hear and see the praises his office and coworkers had for him. They had quite a shindig put together for him. I was impressed. On top of his current coworkers, several people from his decades at work that showed up to wish him well. Through the party, I never heard a negative word about my sweet hubby.
He was Mr. Cool, Calm and Collected until we headed home. That is when the tears of joy made the rounds in our car. First Barry, when I saw he was crying, I lost it. When Mom realized what was going on we all just cried our way home.
Maggie gets worried if she thinks you are upset, when we got home, she tried to comfort us all. Nothing like being licked to death my a drooling boxer.
Move over winter, spring comes quickly;
Fresh buds moving old foliage aside;
Allowing the new to move in;
Taking it’s time, waiting for spring;
Moving foliage slowly toward the sun;
Warm days move into cool nights;
One season moves aside for another.
Beauty Berry Bush
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Sandy’s Azaleas
Decidophobia is the fear of making decisions.The word decidophobia was first mentioned by Princeton University philosopher Walter Kaufmann in his 1973 bookWithout guilt and justice[1] in which he writes about the phobia in length.
In Without Guilt and Justice, Kaufman describes people with decidophobia as people who lack the courage or will to sort through the different sides in disagreements to find the truth. They would rather leave the deciding of what is the truth to some authority. This might be a parent or spouse. It might be a church or university or a political party. Once the decidophobe has relinquished authority to decide the truth then they will accept as truth anything argued by that authority.
Dig through your couch cushions, your purse, or the floor of your car and look at the year printed on the first coin you find. What were you doing that year?
With this prompt, it would be my luck for the first coin I come across be from the year I graduated from high school (1983). I searched the couch cushions due to the temperature outdoors. The car would have been more appropriate since I spent most of 1983 in a car, after graduation. I met my ex-husband in 1983, right after graduation. When he wasn’t at my house, I was in my car on the way to see him. It was kinda a close, long-distance romance.
I got sick my junior year in high school, so when graduation time was getting close, I had to go to summer school to have enough credits to walk with my class. To make sure I had enough credit, I took a night class at the local junior college, to pad my credits a bit. I’d been through too much with this class not to graduate with them. I worked my fanny off to get the credit, but I made it.
I spent the rest of the year finalizing my plans for nursing school, learning what it means to ‘shoot dove’, learned how important and fun it can be to try to be quiet while deer hunting, I learned how to catch and clean a crappie, and I learned how to drive a tractor to pick up a big roll of hay, to feed cows. Yes, I was turning into a country girl.
I learned many more fascinating things, these were just the first to come to my mind. 1983 was a year of many firsts.
There have been times I look back and say that if I could go back, I’d tell my ex ‘no’ when he asked me out. When I think a little harder about the subject, I’m the woman I am today, because of my ex-husband and it all started in 1983.
In law, sua sponte (Latin: “of his, her, its or their own accord.”) describes an act of authority taken without formal prompting from another party. The term is usually applied to actions by a judge taken without a prior motionor request from the parties. The form nostra sponte (of our own accord) is sometimes used by the court itself, when the action is taken by a multi-member court, such as an appellate court, rather than by a single judge (third parties describing such actions would still refer to them as ‘sua sponte’). While usually applied to actions of a court, the term may reasonably be applied to actions by government agencies and individuals acting in official capacity.
One situation in which a party might encourage a judge to move sua sponte occurs when that party is preserving aspecial appearance (usually to challenge jurisdiction), and therefore cannot make motions on its own behalf without making a general appearance. Common reasons for an action taken sua sponte are when the judge determines that the court does not have subject-matter jurisdiction or that the case should be moved to another judge because of a conflict of interest, even if all parties disagree.
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Give, it to God, Jill. Don’t let all of these crazy things worry you. Take one day at a time and one appointment at a time. That is all you can do, do not over think what is going on next week and let God work in your life. He is the one with the plan for your life. Let him work it. Be strong for yourself, Barry and you family. It is inside of you. Be strong. No matter what the outcome, be strong. She your strength in your actions. Barry needs to know you are OK and tough. Be strong for him. Be encouraging for Barry. He needs to see your strength.
Please forgive my nervous outbreak. A lot going on next week that I am not sure I’m prepared to deal with. But I’m in God’s hands and he’ll take care of me. I’m more worried about Barry than myself. Hospitals make him nervous, especially Emory, since the stroke. I’m sure it will all work out. Monday is the key. Just take it one day at a time.
While at a checkup with the Allergist today, I received a phone call from the genetics counselor assigned to me. She had received the results of my genetics test. I apparently do have the rare genetic disorder all the doctors have been avoiding discussing with me. So I am one in 250,000 people in the United States blessed with this genetic nightmare.
Even though one sweet doctor had taken it upon himself to tell me that I could be considered diagnosed with the disease because of my medical history; I felt like a rock had been dropped in my lap. Reality smacked me in the face and now I had to discuss this with my family and get them to be tested. I hate being like this.
I would never wish this on my worst enemy, I certainly do not need to worry about my sisters, nieces and nephews having to deal with this. What about their children? This is just so much to deal with. I was coping fine, until I knew for sure. Now…I need to pray on this…
You’re given a plot of land and have the financial resources to do what you please. What’s the plan?
We’ve done the big house thing, so to start…We’d have a modest handicapped accessible home-built, near the back of the property. Single level of course, but with all the technology available to make life easy around the house for a disabled person. One room would be set aside for a gym. I need a place to work out, instead of my dining room. There has to be huge porches with swings across the front and back of the house. One end of each porch would be screened in. I love to sit and enjoy the outdoor sounds.
Second, we’d have a small guest house built behind our house for my mom. She can design and pick out what she wants. She needs to include a guest room for company.
Next would come the raised garden, close to the house with benches everywhere. It would have a rose-covered arbor at the entrance with every plant possible to attract butterflies and birds by the dozen.
A covered patio with a table or other area to relax and get out of the rain. Somewhere close by, there would be a small garden shed to store all my tools and other essentials. I’d have to have some form of water feature in the garden. It would be great to have a fountain in the center of the garden. The birds and butterflies would love that!
To one side of the house would be Barry‘s garage sanctuary. He can work on cars, build things and do whatever he wants in his man cave. That would be his place to design and setup.
I can’t forget about our treasured pets. We’d have to have an area of the yard fenced in and a state of the art doggie-door for Miss Maggie to go in and out on her own. The door needs to lock the minute Mags is back in the house.
Then there is Shotgun, our Japanese Fighting Fish. He will need a larger tank somewhere near the kitchen. We can decorate it like the bottom of the ocean, but I need to be able to handle it to clean and change the water. Shotgun loves hiding in the roots of my plant in the aquarium.
The plot of earth would be full of big shade trees and a long drive way. I’d need to ride by bicycle to the mailbox. Along with the garden, the house would be surrounded by flowers and shrubs. Something would be blooming year round.
What’s the most surreal experience you’ve ever had?
As a young nurse, I admitted my very first patient around three o’clock in the morning. I became a nurse, long before Assisted Living Homes and Hospices, were on every corner.
The gentlemen I admitted was in the hospital to be made comfy in his last few hours. His family was with him.It was real sad to see him so sick, but he was headed to a better, pain-free place.
He wasn’t with me long, within the hour after admission, I suggested to his family that they spend time together and say their good-byes. Within the hour, he had passed away.
While in the room, taking care of my last details.The gentlemen’s brother walked to the bed, placed his hand on his leg and stated,
“I’d give anything to see him take one more breath.”
The patient had not moved a muscle in over ten minutes, the minute his brother made his statement, the patient sat straight up in the bed, his eyes open, took a deep breath and smiled. He fell backwards, onto his pillow and never moved again.
Being my first admission, I will never forget this man and his family. I truly believe I saw an act of God that night.
Two Rights Attempting To Make A Left! 
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