Life gets calm, but busy……then my heart heads into the haywire department again. I have too much going on for this to start happening now. It’s Christmastime, I wanna enjoy it, but we are getting ready to head to the cardiologist. My life is a never ending roller coaster that doesn’t want to let me off………
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My Christmas List
Last night, my great niece asked what Santa Claus was bringing me and what did I have on my Christmas List. Being close to 50, this is a question I have not heard or thought about in years. Would I be on the Naughty or Nice List? So many questions popped into my head. Since the brain surgery, my childhood memories are not what they used to be. I had my mother confirm that I had written Santa a letter or two. It’s been a long time, but I think I’ll give it a shot.
Dear Santa,
How are you? I hope this letter finds everyone at the northpole feeling good! I’m having a good day, so far. Feeling a little tired after last night. There is nothing sweeter than watching children sing and performing the Christmas Story. They did such a good job! My great niece was in the children’s choir. She was adorable. There was a mirophone in front of her. she kept stepping out from her spot in line uo to the microphone and singing her little heart out. Just precious. So Santa, I think my first wish has been granted. I got to see that little girl sing and spend time with family. Nothing sweeter than my our nieces and nephews. Of course Barry, mom, my sister and hubby are always entertaining.
My next wish was granted when Barry and I found our church home this year. Victory Baptist Church welcomed us with open arms and has never made us feel uncomfortable or unwelcome. I have learned more about the bible, in our time at Victory, than in all the years growing up in church. The pastor is incredible and the church family is gracious and loving. I thank the Lord everyday for leading us to Victory.
My next Chritmas wish would have to be to continue increasing faith in Christ. I cherish each ounce of knowledge I gain through study and attending classes at church. I enjoy the time Barry and I spend together studying. We have really enjoyed working with the choir director on the music program. Looking for Civil War items to use as props has been like a giant treasure hunt. So much fun!
I thank the Lord everyday for bringing Barry into my life. I do not know what I did to deserve him, but I’m glad I did it. Barry is the love of my life, my best friend, my soulmate. With the health issues I’ve gone through since 2009, he hassn’t batted an eye. He has been there every second I’ve needed him, just as I will be for him.
My next and final wish is for the coming year and for my sisters. Sandy, the oldest, is absolutely stretched to her limits. She is dealing with a lot of stress, as well as being a new grandmother. She tries to do everything for everyone and I do not believe she knows how to say no. Along with everything else in her life, she worries herself silly about her disabled, highly independent husband being home alone. Dennis is the type of person that if you tell him he can’t do something, he will find a way to do it.
My wish for Sandy, is to find time for herself and a job that fits her situation better than the one she has. I know she enjoys her work, but something closer to home would give her more time to enjoy life and her family. I’d like to see her smiling again.
Now to my sweet, baby sister Kris! Sandy, of course, is sweet too! Kris worked her tail off and finished her college degree in less time than it should have taken. Now, for over a year, she has been searching for a teaching position without success. She is an incredible Math teacher and some school system would be lucky to get her. She is taking care a husband, raising 2 boys, 14 and 6 and attemping a job hunt. She also takes care of our father as much as he will let her and her home.
My wish for Mrs. Kris is to find that job she is looking for or something compariable. I’d like to see a smile on her face too! But I’d also like her to find a little peace in her life and time for herself. I have 2 sisters that I love dearly and will do anything in the world for either of them, they just have to let me. I’d also love to see the three of us spending a little time together. We might even take mom with us!
Thanks for your time! What kind of cookies would you like this year?
Love,
Jill
Secret Agent Man
Parts of this story and others are totally fiction.
Recently, our nephew was asking about the blog and we attempted to explain the reason we write. We also said we haven’t written about him yet and asked what he’d like for us to say.
He wants us to tell you all he is CIA Agent and lives in secret life in Winder. Well truth be told, he’d fit in better as an MIB agent on the movie screen. He’s good with gadgets and fixing things, he’d love to get his hands on a reverberating carbonizer. Not sure what he’d do with it, but we are sure he’d love it.
He’d have to be Agent Jay Two. Of course, with his little brother, he’d always have a partner/sidekick….Agent M and 1/2. That would be quite a movie remake. There would have to be a Ninetendo Wii or some other form of gaming system. The truth is that both of my baby sister’s boys are tech gurus. They love anything like that.
I accidently deleted half of this post somehow when I hit publish, so please forgive me and I’ll finish quickly.
Both of my sisters did an incredible job in the kid department. Barry and I have an amazing group of niece and nephews ranging in age from 30 to 6. We also have a great niece and nephew. My entire family has accepted Barry as Uncle Barry without question. I have enjoyed watching Barry get excited as his relationship grows with each of them.
My older sisters kids are successful adults and starting their own lives. We even have a professional dancer, a pastor (and husband) and an incredible, super mom in the family. Barry and I are proud of each and every one of them.
Agent Jay 2 is an amazing kid that hasn’t realized to full potential yet. He’ll get there, I have no doubt. He is incredibly intelligent. At 14 he towers over me and Barry. I believe his feet get bigger weekly. I have had the pleasure of watching him grow into a handsome young man. Look out girl, heartbreaker in town!
I remember him as a child, locking himself in my car and giggling at me as I go window to window attempting to get the little rascal to unlock the door. I didn’t need an alarm clock when he was younger. He’d beat me in the head with his bottle when he thought I needed to get up. He was such a good baby and a challenge at the same time!
I wrote a previous post about Agent M and 1/2. He remains amazing and we love each of them dearly. We’d like to thank each of them for letting us be part of their lives. It has been a pleasure!
Sunglasses in November
Flashback
There are a few things that I have to do to ensure I function properly during the day.
1. Get my rest. Most important.
2. Do my exercises daily.
3. Drink plenty of fluids. To flush my system.
Number one tends to be the most important of all, due to the fact that my body goes haywire without it. If I am tired, my eyes do not work correctly; I have trouble walking; I’m grumpy and a bit hard to live with. Last night proved my point. Thanksgiving really did me in.
On the drive home last night, I experienced an extremely unpleasant side effect, from the craniotomy, that I haven’t had to deal with since May 2009. I was a passenger in the front seat of the van, watching the Christmas lights go by that people have managed to get up already.
Suddenly the car in front of us appeared to drive onto the sidewalk and up a telephone pole. I then realized that every car in front of us was doing the same thing. I told Barry what was happening and he suggested laying my head back and closing my eyes for a few minutes. His suggestion worked, after a 10 minute power nap, my eyes were able to focus and I got back to enjoying the scenery.
Double vision is not a fun to deal with, but I have to admit, seeing the cars go bonkers and driving up the sidewalks was a bit amusing. Remembering wearing an eye patch for 6 months, brought me quickly back to reality. That was NOT fun to deal with. An eye patch adds absolutely nothing for the way you look, unless you are Jonny Depp.
Although the holiday season is upon us, I have to make myself listen to my body. I do not like backtracking. I think I’ll increase my eye exercises a bit to ward off any weakness popping up. I will not give my eyesight up willingly. If it is meant to go, I’ll deal with it. Otherwise, I’ll be fighting it every step of the way!!!
PRE-Black Friday Rumble Revisited
I just received a call from my sister, Kris. My dad was with us Thanksgiving Day. He heard my story about the handbag rumble, which has now spiraled into this:
Not only did the woman attack me for the purse, but the cops had to drag her out of the store after she attacked me. According to my pop, she now resides in the local jailhouse.
Pop has always embellished a little, but I guess I’ve always just ignored it. We have all heard of the snowball effect, this one started as a little gumball and is currently at boulder status. It is actually kind of funny, but……….
PRE-Black Friday Rumble
I have a little story to tell:
I was in need of a new purse, most women understand that need. Guys, if you do not get it please don’t worry about it. It’s a woman thing! While at a local retail store today, not Black Friday, I reached for a purse from the back of a rack. As I am pulling the purse from the rack, a lady next to me grabs hold of the purse and refuses to let go. She starts claiming she had it first and I need to let go.
When she realized I wasn’t letting go, she decided she’d try to jerk it out of my hand. All this managed to do was land me flat on my tail! (What she didn’t realize was that I now had a good reason to press charges if I wanted to) At this point, I asked another customer to get an employee for me. The salesperson that came over, attempted to reason with the lady and helped me up, but my new best buddy continued to refuse to let the purse go. I kept my cool and never raised my voice to the lady. I have a very weak voice at times and I have never managed conflict well.
You see, we are not talking about an expensive designer bag, just a bigger cross-body purse for all of my junk. I can no longer carry anything in my left hand and stay on my feet. It doesn’t take much to throw me off-balance. The cross-body bag allows me to carry my bag and doesn’t throw my balance off. Although I may prefer a certain brand of purse, I have to go with what works now.
Barry is a doll for helping carry my purse, when I need help. He doesn’t need to be walking around carrying my bag. I feel so bad every time I see him with it. That is the only reason I was out looking today. I own enough purses to be honest. I truly do not need something else to add to our closet.
As the woman continued to refuse to let go, the salesperson informed her that if we couldn’t resolve this issue ourselves, she’d have to call the local police. The police were called, they arrived and heard our story. They started talking to the other lady about letting the purse go. The minute she let go, I grabbed my buggy and headed for checkout. I was exhausted from the stress and aggravation of it all.
I have no clue what went on after I left, I was just glad to be out of the store with the object I went shopping for!
Happy Thanksgiving
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Alert….Alert….Mom has lost her muffin…..
We were up, getting ready to go to church. Mom calls me to the back. She is so distressed and doesn’t know what to do. I asked, “Mom, what is wrong?” She proceeded to tell me that she got up, took her medication she needs before breakfast and 
proceeded to get her breakfast ready. At the same time she started preparing for church. Well………when she got ready for her breakfast
, it was no where to be found. She looked around for a few minutes and got a bowl out for cereal. She was so worried about where the muffin was, so Barry and I went on a muffin hunt in mom’s kitchen. Maggie thought we were nuts. We told her just to focus on getting ready and not to worry. That muffin was NOT in her kitchen anywhere. I found it, after church in the clothes dryer. Maggie thoroughly enjoyed mom’s breakfast, for lunch.
I’m not even going to make an attempt to figure it out. After all, I lost my keys for a month once upon a time. A month later, when taking a pot roast out of the freezer, there they were. Safe and sound, frozen to the freezer. Oh well….I can’t say a thing to mom when I do the same thing at times………….
Death to Dustbunnies
As usual, let me back up and explain a bit. Barry and I designed and helped build our home 6 years ago. The house is great, but since the changes in our health, upstairs has turned into a huge attic and home to our dust bunny collection. It has been over 2 years since the upstairs has been used on a daily basis. We moved the office downstairs, but my sewing machine and other crafty things, I can no longer use, are sitting collecting dust bunnies.
My mom decided today, that she could no longer let them inhabit the upstairs, so first thing this morning, she was armed herself with endust, vacuum and gloves and headed upstairs. I haven’t heard such a racket in years. Sounded like a war was actually taking place upstairs. Mom survived. I just hope she doesn’t think she doesn’t think she moving anything up there……She has as much business going up and down stairs as Barry and I do…….
Two Rights Attempting To Make A Left! 
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