Archive for February, 2007


Wednesday, February 28th, 2007

with me?? I really do not feel well. My energy level seems to be dropping more and more. I am very short of breath, it seems that I just cannot inhale deep enough. I have been bothered a lot recently with a choking sensation followed by laryngitis. Oh, and let’s not forget the pity party, I have been very depressed for about a month and it is only getting worse. Ok, chin up, life goes on—look around and see the problems of others, and be thankful for my blessings.

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Wednesday, February 28th, 2007

Haven’t said much about her in the past few days, mainly because I really don’t know what to say. Now, she seems more alert than she has in over 2 months, is actually trying to say a few words. Sometimes with success, sometimes not. Today she acted like she really wanted to say something, but never tried. This really upsets me, I know she has a most disturbed look on her face when her brain and tongue do not work together. Maybe tomorrow will be better.

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Sunday, February 25th, 2007

You Are a Brownie

Decadent and intense, you aren’t for the weakhearted.
Those who can deal with your strong flavor find out how sweet you really are.
What Dessert Are You Most Like?


Sunday, February 25th, 2007

Yes, that’s right, I have just won the prize of internet DUMBEST!!  If you visited my blog within the past 24 hours, you know exactly to what I am referring.  If you did not visit, I am so glad that I have been spared the embarrassment of you knowing just how dumb I am.  Technorati Profile

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Saturday, February 24th, 2007

Here I must use a phrase of DD#1 “I’m blogging that”.

I am not sure if this person would be considered a friend or just an acquaintance. She would do anything to help you, even if it meant putting herself on the back burner for a while.

This is the story and part of it happened while Mother could still carry on a conversation: I’ll call her “Susie”. Susie’s brother died a few months back and I could not make family visitation or the funeral. To let her know that I cared, one day as DD and I were going to see Mother, I called her. Well, Susie just talked and talked and talked and talked–I could only say really, yes, or very very short sentences. DD was almost laughing out loud and she does not know this woman. Susie asked about Mother and I did manage to tell her she was in a nursing facility and that was about all. Susie said tell your mother I am going to see her.

Get ready!! When I told Mother Susie said she was going to see her, Mother said, “When she walks thru the door, I’ll just shut my mouth ’cause she’ll do all the talking”. DD and I had discussed how much Susie talked, well DD ’bout split her sides laughing.

A few days ago, Susie did go see Mother but Mother was asleep. I have a spiral bound hardback book in Mother’s room so her visitors can sign it. Susie not only signed the book, but wrote a note which included the time of her visit. DD said, “Susie really must like to talk , she couldn’t just sign her name like everybody else, she had to leave a note!”.

Readers, I am not being cruel or making fun of Susie. Mother and Daddy and she and her husband would occasionally visit back and forth, I always was glad to see them and going to their house was always special and enjoyable. This probably would not even have been funny had it not been a way to relieve some stress.

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Friday, February 23rd, 2007

Chapter 3

As I was talking with the owner about getting him, I asked about his vet visits and shots, “oh, I’ve never taken him to the vet and he has never had any shots”.  He also said Bullett was about a year old.  Past time to get Bullett away from that environment.

Not knowing how many or what kind of other dogs would be around when I went after Bullett, (yes, that became his name the day we petted him at my mom’s before he was ever ours) one of my sister friends went with me to get him.  She is an animal lover and always gets along well with any animal.

I had bought a collar, leash, doggie treats, and a carrier so that I would be prepared to get him and bring him home.

He barked and carried on something fierce when we drove up in the yard. (said owner was not home)  After much coaching and tempting said friend had the collar and leash on him.  We petted him a little more and then put him in the carrier.  He was very nervous on the way home.  Well, really not home as first stop was at the vet’s office.  Chapter 4 will give details of this.

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Thursday, February 22nd, 2007

I worked 8 hours in lay-a-way today.  I am so tired I do not even want to eat, but know that I must or I will wake during the night so hungry that I will have to get up and eat.  I made some homemade vegetable soup Tuesday and it sure was good.  It will probably be better tonight.  Kinda like spaghetti sauce, gets better each time it is warmed.

I got off at 7 tonight, have to be there at 6AM tomorrow and after I finish the cash office go to lay-a-way until 2 then go see my mom.

“No rest for the weary”

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Wednesday, February 21st, 2007

I knew from Bullett’s actions that he was being abused. It is not natural for a dog to be afraid when someone is speaking in a normal tender tone.

Bullett finally let us pet him. I felt so sorry for him. He is a pretty dog, looking just like a black and tan miniature German Shepard. Would show you a pic, but my computer is too old. Anyway, I wanted to help this poor creature, so I say “Honey, can I have this dog?”. “SAY WHAT!!!!” DH almost has heart failure. “I want this dog, he has been abused and I want him.” “Are you gonna take him to the vet and take care of him?” “Of course, if I can have him.” “Ok, if the people that own him agree”.

I called his owner, asked for him and without hesitation, he said “sure”. I plan a time to go after him and the guy says,”that will be fine, I may not be here but get him anyway”.

End of Chapter 2

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Wednesday, February 21st, 2007

My dog has an odd name but that is just the way He is sometimes.  We did not know this when we named him, probably should have named him Lightening.

See, this little dog was at my mom’s house when the men of the family were putting in her water line.  (I need to insert somewhere that I am terrified of dogs, even to the point of my knees getting weak if a strange dog runs up to me.  This encounter I try to avoid at almost any cost.)  The first day they worked I could not go, but the second day I was going after I got off work.  My husband warned me “there is a dog hanging around her house”.

When I drive up DH comes to meet me at the car.  We decide the best way to handle this situation, as I will be going in and out of the house, is to let the dog meet.  DH calls said dog, he is only about 12″ high at the shoulder, he comes very slowly and timidly with his tail between his legs.  When either of us reach for him, he backs away, so I decide no need to be afraid of this little dog.

I know the correct spelling of bullet but Bullett is his name.

More about Bullett later, have to fold my mom’s clothes now and take them to her.

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Tuesday, February 20th, 2007

Another posting of ‘Carnival of the Redeemed‘ is ready for everyone to read and think about the depth of some of the thoughts revealed and if you would like, make a comment to those that wrote a post.

I would like to thank Cass for getting these post organized. “Thank You”