tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68398055530712870172024-02-19T23:42:53.029-08:00HappySofagayehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11595592995376444602noreply@blogger.comBlogger26125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6839805553071287017.post-78204083509948313212010-10-30T07:35:00.000-07:002010-10-30T07:48:23.719-07:00Likfe on the RangeI was sleeping quietly and soundly with my CPAP in my nice warm bed. While out on the Range Matt, the ranger's friend, was quietly sitting in his deer stand waiting to kill a deer. My eyes slowly open and the Ranger has fixed me breakfast but then he announces he needs to help Matt drag the deer out of the woods.<br /><br />I eat the breakfast, so lovingly prepared for me, and watch out the window as the Ranger and Matt drive away on Big Blue (the tractor) into the woods. When I next look out the window Ranger and Matt have the deer strung up from the barn.<br /><br />How can I miss this moment! I put on my new range boots (crocs--- LOVE them) and tredge on down. They are in the middle of skinning the deer. It was so awesome to see how a deer is skinned and gutted. The care you have to take to just cut the hide away from the body without cutting into the fascia. Cutting the head off of the deer and then its legs off. <br /><br />It was pretty awesome to see where the bullet went in, the trajectory of it through the body and then the exit. Emptying out the guts was just fascinating. I would have loved to have been able to take each organ apart and look more closely at it. The poor deer is now on its way to the butcher where it will be ground into hamburger and placed in Matt's freezer.<br /><br />The ranger has bagged it all, tossed it in the back of Lizzy ( the lesbian subaru) and taken it to the dump . Now he has just walked in for his breakfast.<br /><br />Just life on the Range!!!!!gayehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11595592995376444602noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6839805553071287017.post-30147843720476424132010-10-30T07:21:00.000-07:002010-10-30T07:35:51.822-07:00CPAP not CCRAPI thought CPAP's were a bunch of crap. I was wrong. The test showed I had an oxygen saturation levels of 86-87 during sleep. Not good. Basically not enough oxygen going to the brain. (see there is a specific reason why I am so scattered brain)<br /><br /> CPAPS are wonderful, awesome advances in technology. First time in 55 years I have slept with my mouth closed. Why? because it feels like a huge wind tunnel from your nose to your mouth if you don't close your mouth. It is wonderful to wake up feeling like I have actually gotten some rest. Not sluggish and exhausted. It is wonderful to get to mid day and not be totally exhausted. It is wonderful to not spend the entire day yawning. I don't toss and turn all night long and wake up at least 6-7 times. It is AWESOME to only be breathing warm humidified air.<br /><br />But most important is that the Ranger is now getting good sleep. No more rhino sounds, no more tossing and turning because the person next to you is so restless.<br /><br />Oh, the little pillow nose thing was slightly annoying at first but now it is fine, except when your nose is runny. Then it is gross. <br /><br />I will have to think about a design for when people have colds.gayehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11595592995376444602noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6839805553071287017.post-68747645743416749852010-09-08T17:06:00.000-07:002010-09-08T17:08:57.384-07:00on my wayAre you going to always remember me by how loud I snore? My kids will not even share a hotel room with me.. well lets say everyone but Whitney and she would sleep with her earphones on. Rick says I snore like a rhino. (love this man.)<br /><br />On my way in 45 minutes for the sleep apnea test. I am sure everyone is crazy and I am right-- I don't have a problem.gayehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11595592995376444602noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6839805553071287017.post-48721019893770290192010-08-20T19:24:00.000-07:002010-08-20T20:00:48.366-07:00Life on the range.If you don't know, I now live in a mobile home on 21 acres with the most adorable ranger there is. I am trying to adjust to country life. The key word is "trying."<br /><br />How am I doing with:<br /><br /><ul><li>no cement ie: long dirt driveway, no cement except for front porch and short walkway to porch: still going through withdrawal.</li></ul><ul><li>bugs, lots of them: check- i don't even flinch...just kill the suckers. I still jump up and down a little when they are the big roach bugs but I am getting better. Please see Christa's blog. I have learned how to kill them from her.<br /></li></ul><ul><li>Dirt, LOTS of it: check-- new BFF... krud kutter, I now am well known at Lowes and planning on buying stock in the krud kutter company. I should get royalties for all of the followers I have brought to the light. But really, dirt everywhere....<br /></li></ul><ul><li>NOBODY around: check- I don't even flinch now to walk outside in my G's.. I have even stripped neked, see below. I have been here almost three months and only two people have ventured down to knock on the door. I don't think I will buy halloween candy :)<br /></li><li>Nature: I can now tell if the weather is changing by listening to the sounds of all of the bugs, frogs, crickets etc. They become very loud as a storm approaches.</li><li>Snakes- not so good. Whatever was wearing the 4 foot snake skin that Rick found down at the barn better stay way far away!!!</li><li>Water: we do not take water for granted at our home. We are on a well.</li><li>The big green garbage cans that you put out by your cement driveway once a week for those wonderful big trucks to come around and empty and take the smelly stuff away...NOT GOOD, I miss garbage service!!!! While Rick was at camp I had to take the garbage to the dump. I waited a tad to long because when I lifted the bag there were magots and other crawly things (which did not fall into the bug catagory as noted above) and it stunk. I lined my car with plastic, put the bags in the car, tore up the drive way and drove like a bat out of hell down the road to the dump with all of the windows wide open. I, being the city girl, thought the nice men at the dump would unload it for me so I back up to a spot and open the back of the car and wait. The men that were there just stared at me. SO I heaved the bags out and then could not lift them high enough to throw them in. So I had to do the swing and throw thingy with magots on the bags. GROSS.... I came home, stripped neked outside, came in and threw the clothes in the washer and took a shower. I am failing in this area.<br /></li></ul><ul><li>Last but not least: MICE----NOT GOOD!!!! especially when they are in the house like really in the house. I should get a cat but I am allergic. I now make Rick get up and check all of the traps BEFORE I will get out of the bed.<br /></li></ul>I went to the mall yesterday when I was up by my house (I am renting it). It was heavenly.!!!! I am trying to find a pair of rubber boots to wear from the house to the car and the car to the house.. and I now wear only croc shoes. I can stick them in the washing machine. I am also trying to find something to put Rick's shoes on when he comes in from the barn.... It is just a narrow little piece by the back door where the washer and dryer are. Suggestions are welcome.<br /><br />I think Heavenly Father sent me down to earth at the time of microwaves, cars, bathtubs, bubble bath etc. for a reason. If I had been born at the time of the pioneers I would not have made it.<br /><br />But I will improvise, adapt and over come.... oh and if you see a really cool cowboy hat and rubber boots will you hurry and let me know.gayehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11595592995376444602noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6839805553071287017.post-75059592992196393962010-08-08T06:58:00.000-07:002010-08-08T07:46:45.079-07:00Rick's pickYesterday was Rick's pick of what to do on a fine but hot Saturday morning. So off we went to the Gun and knife show at the fair grounds. I have never been to a gun and knife show. First off I was SHOCKED at how many people were there. For $8.00 a person to get in, you literally had to wait in line to get a ticket. All back packs and purses were checked. I was very proud of my stylish Vera Bradley clasp purse to set up on the table to be checked. I was even more proud when the guy checking my purse made a loud comment that this was way to neat to be a purse. Well duh !!! why do you think I get the Vera bradley???? for all of its wonderful pockets of course.<br /><br />The crowd was by far the most fun to watch. Men carrying long stock and barrel guns over their shoulders with little white flags coming out of the barrel indicating the price they would sell the gun for. Lots of OLDer looking men with the tops of their head balding and the remnant of their past youth pulled back into a very thin pony tail hanging down the back of their worn leather vests or cowboy shirts. There were families of gun toting moms, dads and children. One woman I saw, who I was most jealous of, was wearing her denim flared skirt, a cute tee-shirt, her cowboy boots and was carrying her little metal case which either was the pistol she just bought or the one she wanted to show off. She looked like a CEO or a garden club woman. I was dying to see inside of the box and would have bet the pistol was a beautiful color and most likely bejeweled.<br /><br />A gun is an interesting invention. Those that were use in the past were beautiful... those that are of today are just big black hunks of metal to me but some how men like Rick see their beauty. I haven't figured it out yet. But I did get to see the gun that my father most likely carried when he was in the war and the gun Rick carried in Vietnam. That was cool.<br /><br />Rick loaded up on ammo and we got a way cool addition to our shooting range. It is a "walking" target. You keep shooting this little metal thing and as you hit it the thing flips and "walks"... way cool I can hardly wait to try it..... you all will have to come on over and give it a shot.<br /><br />I found cute pink handled pistols and even pink rifles!!! That is what I told Rick I want.<br />But the funniest thing was when I went over to the leather purse booth. A lady was there paying for her purchase and turned to me to tell me about the awesome fanny pack she was buying and how I needed to get one. The sales lady turned to me and asked me whether I was right or left handed. I replied right handed. She became excited and told me so was the lady who was buying the fanny pack. She then asked if I shot with my left hand... I of course being the queen of BS said of course. She then ripped the fanny pack apart with a quick action of her right hand and voila there was the holster for the gun and you could pull it out with your left and and shoot.!!! She continued to explain there was no rummaging through a purse to find your gun or having to undo zippers etc. <br /><br />I smile and hurried away. I was lost in the horrid fact both women thought I looked like I would wear a fanny pack, mind you a fanny pack LARGE enough to put a pistol inside of it. How could I be mistaken for a pistol toting, fanny pack wearing woman. I wanted to climb up on a table and shout... If I were to carry a pistol I would find a Vera Bradley bag with a pocket big enough to fit it in and remember you all.... I was the one that had the purse to neat to be a purse.<br /><br />I am learning to be a pistol toting woman. I will get my concealed weapon permit at some time. I will own my own pistol, just like my daughter, but I am getting a pink one to match my vera bradley purse!!!<br /><br />Oh, and ps.... Julie, part of your birthday present came from the gun show... how special is that!gayehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11595592995376444602noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6839805553071287017.post-15509825300246498442010-07-23T18:25:00.000-07:002010-07-23T19:24:33.862-07:00The second time aroundMy friend Jodi sent me an e-mail and told me she was sick of checking my blog and finding the same old stuff. But that is what my life is like the same old stuff... but wait, I do have stuff to blog about the second time around and life on the range.<br /><br />It is odd being married for a "second time." Maybe because we never set out in our head to do it? I don't know. Life with Fred was good. I have many wonderful things to be grateful for, six wonderful things to be specific. :) I have many wonderful memories of fun times, wonderful sister-in law's and brother-in- laws, nieces and nephews, many wonderful places that we lived and many wonderful friends we met. Fun times with grandma and grandpa, neighbors and vacations at the beach. "Reality check" phone calls with Jane and the list goes on and on....<br />Sometimes it is hard to accept and wrap your head around the fact that things end for whatever reason. But, I like to remind myself of the saying that says... don't cry because it ended, smile that it happened. I find myself smiling and at times grinning.<br /><br />And now I have the opportunity to begin to make new memories with Rick. He is a man that I love dearly. It was hard for me to ever think I would be able to love another man. How does that happen? But you do it is just different. Like my good friend counseled me when I was really struggling, he said when he lost his wife he wondered the same thing but when he met his current wife it was like saying to yourself... I really loved hamburgers and will always love hamburgers but now I don't eat them and now I really love pizza. Two different things and a different kind of love.<br /><br />The Ranger is a good man. He is teaching me how to be grateful for the simple things Heavenly Father has given us and to appreciate what we have and not look so much toward what we want. He is teaching me about service. He offers EVERYTHING he has to everyone if they need it. He is teaching me many things but that is not what this is about.<br /><br />The wedding was just what I wanted it to be. Simple and not focused so much on Rick and I but on family and being together. I was a nervous wreck and was so glad my dad was there. It was an awesome experience to be able to ask my 86 year old dad for a father's blessing right before the ceremony and to be able to feel the immediate calmness that we get from father's blessings.<br /><br />I found it strange to stand there to be married and I really don't remember much of what the stake president said. It didn't really feel like a "marriage." All I really remember of the ceremony are the words "until you lay these mortal bodies down." That really is a bummer to have to hear when you know there is more to come. I also heard him ask Rick if he took Gayle and I can remember looking over at my sisters wondering if I should correct him or not.. I kept wondering if it had to be spot on to be valid. Lynne was chuckling and looking at Julie and Julie was looking around too... finally when it was my turn and the Stake President called me Gayle I knew I had to tell him it was the wrong name.<br /><br />The next morning when we woke up Rick looked at me and asked me who I was because he had married someone named Gayle. It is now our little joke because when i don't want to do something I tell him to go ask his wife Gayle and maybe she will do whatever he needs.<br /><br />Chloe sang such a great song for us..... it will be our song but to bad I can't remember the name of it.. but Rick can. :) That is why I have him, to remember the things I forget. <br /><br />It has been kinda hard to re-adjust to married life. I didn't realize how "single" I had become. Sharing a small bathroom ( not good :) ) Having someone send stinky flarts around... kinda reminds me of life with grandpa. Having to cook dinner...adjusting to the others quirks. His nightstand is spotless... mine has all sorts of stuff on it and it drives him nuts. He drops his clothes and mine go in the hamper. He likes the sensodyne toothpaste standing on the cap... I like it laying down. He puts salt on everything, way to much salt if I might add :) I cook with no salt and rarely salt things, He watches Sci-fy and I like.. say yes to the dress. He sleeps with 4 pillows and I sleep with 4 pillows...Needless to say I am now becoming used to Sci-fy and the Ranger has suffered through a couple of say yes to the dress shows. And we have 8 pillows in the bed.. it is fun.<br /><br />The wonderful thing about being married again is just having someone there while your living the life of "the same old stuff." It is all about filling each others bucket. When someone is filling your bucket and you are filling their bucket it doesn't matter what you are faced with you can make it through anything. Mountains remain mountains but they are surmountable and molehills remain just molehills.<br /><br />Life is good.gayehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11595592995376444602noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6839805553071287017.post-2158898182405544712010-05-04T18:23:00.000-07:002010-05-04T18:57:08.937-07:00Another day at work- not for the faint of heart.What a fun day. Arrive to work. Resident's family member waiting at my office door. Spend 30 minutes trying to explain why she should not worry that her auntie was wandering around in other peoples rooms last night peeing on their carpet. Probably just a UTI... we won't panic until the culture comes back. Come to find out, I am now 30 minutes late for an assessment at another community. Drive fast over to the other place and complete the assessment. Return to work at noon. Get poop sample from another resident. Talk with that resident's daughter through the shower curtain ( she was showering... not me) explaining why I did not send her mom out to ER last night when she had just pooped 3 times.... Daughter will take mom to ER. OK, find cooler go to kitchen for ice...package cup of poop in cooler give to daughter to take with her. Run down 32 steps to man who has blood sugar of 32... call EMS... run up the 32 steps to check on Mr. L.. find he has fluid overload and swollen legs up to groin. Wet lungs... Call EMS. run down 32 steps to copy chart and meet EMS. Run up the 32 steps to meet them in the room. Send Mr. L. to ER. complete the mandatory med tech training... get out of that and go down 32 steps to Julie's office. Told there was murder on Duke St (two streets away..police shot suspect who got away) Prepare for lock down. Run up the 32 steps to tell Mary, other nurse, she needs to leave now so she can get home to her son and she won't end up in lock down. Do stand-up with staff and explain the new nurse just quit. run back down the stairs to Julie's office to discuss new nurse quiting. Staff comes in and says Mr. W is not breathing. Run up 16 stairs into his room. Physical therapist doing chest compression..no one doing breathing. No mouth guard. I start breathing... sputum coming out his mouth... gag... breath...gag...breath... yell for mouth guard. Continue doing breathing with every expiration of air out of lungs more sputum comes out of mouth. Trying to wipe my mouth on my sleeve with every breath. Finally EMS comes... they will bag... now have to take turns with compressions. Do compressions in team of three for 30 minutes. Run in to call daughter to tell her her dad's heart has stopped. Resuscitation unsuccessful....EMS there, Fire department there, police there. Luckily they put body up on bed. ... Start to shave his face before daughter arrives. Daughter arrives. Stay with her until she is ready to leave. Prepare body for funeral home. Cannot send unclean body. Take off brief... YUCK.... scrotum goo... penis goo....... Go get Dawn dishwashing detergent. This takes away all icky goo and leaves a good smell.... clean rest of body...Start to my office... Ms. E. now has blood sugar of 600. Doctor on phone. Unable to take verbal order. Will send out to ER. Police helicopters still circling building and area looking for shooter. Go down 16 steps to get something to rinse out mouth.... Sprite or Diet Coke which has most antiseptic acid??? go for diet coke. Heading to office to leave. Mr. C. says his "butt is bleeding." Mr. C tried to hit care staff this morning. Staff won't go in without me. Go to room with Mr. C to check his butt. Poop in butt. clean him off and find diaper rash. Slather on A&D. Go call his niece... listen to 20 minutes of ranting from her. she needs someone to rant at. Hang up phone. Go down 16 steps to office. Get purse. Desk looks like a bomb went off on it. Police helicopters not flying anymore. Take purse go down 16 steps. Hearse outside and mortuary people coming off elevator. Go into Julie's office. She is ready to go also. 8:00 PM walk out door. <br /><br />5 EMS ambulance's, 2 large fire trucks, 2 police cars, police helicoptors flying overhead, and one hearse later the day is done.<br /><br />Exhausted. but thankful for a job.gayehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11595592995376444602noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6839805553071287017.post-21334935571310246042010-01-22T08:08:00.000-08:002010-01-22T08:10:02.699-08:00"Time to GoI want to go to the happiest place on earth.<br />That's it. That's allgayehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11595592995376444602noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6839805553071287017.post-9422126666340296172010-01-10T08:43:00.000-08:002010-01-10T10:17:44.903-08:00A Good DayYesterday was such a good day due to the kindness of Ranger. He and Cory, the son, picked me up and while he was here he fixed the TV. (yahooo for whit and I) Then we went to Cracker Barrel where we had a wonderful breakfast. Then off to Lowe's to look for a fireplace grate. I love Lowe's and Home Depot. No fire place grate so off to the Agri something or other... (which equates to the Nordstroms for farmers) to look for a log turner. Now that place was really fun.<br /><br />The ranger was on a mission. I was just enthralled by all of the interesting stuff. My first mistake was asking if the big round jungle gym things outside the store were toys for the kids. OOPS... no, ranger explained it is where you put the hay so the cows eat it and don't poo on it.<br /><br />Inside was a world full of things I have never seen, OK, I have seen shovels etc but it was the farming/hunting stuff that was really fun. And the store was so clean it was amazing. We found a three wheeled thingy that you can sit on while fixing the tractor. Ranger got really excited over that. I thought it looked like great fun to race... kinda like one of those wiggle bikes.<br /><br />Then there were these huge long things that looked like something you would stuff your extra plastic bags into, although they were already stuffed. I really couldn't think of anything else they could be used for. They were the cow scratchers. LOLOLOL... Maybe I should hang one in my bathroom to scratch my back on... then the ranger explained you put bug repellent on them so when the cows scratch they get the joy of the bug repellent. Who would've thought!!!<br /><br />I found some other ladies in the "cooking" portion of the store. There were all sorts of cast iron things and things to make fires with. Also I found bottled hot sauce and BBQ sauce stuff. The ladies were discussing how all of the good things were gone. I didn't know what the "good things" were so I hurried back to the back scratchers.<br /><br /> Ranger found the log turner for $109.00 and grunted he could figure something out cheaper. (little did I know that would include me and Cory) Cory and I had fun trying on cowboy hats and camo lined sunglasses. Did you all know that camo is now coming in fall colors. :)<br /><br />After the agri store it was back to the rangers house. He had wood to chop. Ranger handed me an extra pair of socks, a hat, and some gloves and told me he wanted me to come out. So I, in my black velour warm ups, put on his oversized waterproof boots , the hat, the gloves and my thank goodness washable fuzzy jacket from Costco and headed out to the back 40 with "the men." <br /><br />Soon I found myself kneeling on the ground trying to shove a large piece of wood under the tree that was going to be cut up, while the ranger used the car jack and Cory stabilized it with the 2x4 ranger had nailed onto the tree. We were successful!!!! who needs an old 109.00 tree turner when you have a car jack and a 2x4. The tree was then cut up and Cory and the Ranger split the wood. I loaded the wood into the back of the tractor for Cory to take up to the porch and stack... The knees of my black velour britches were now muddy, dirty and WET.<br /><br />I am thinking to myself, ok mission accomplished now inside to start the fire and settle down with my knitting and my book. OK... not so.... Ranger then grabs my hand and the chain saw, yells to Cory to meet us in the woods with the big tractor and off we go.<br /><br />By the time we cross the clearing where the deer come and they shoot skeet, I am totally out of breath and starting to whine. Ranger laughs. Then we head into the woods. It is muddy and messy and I am in shoes that don't fit and a coat that is attracting all of the burrs that you can find. We continue to walk, I am sure a thousand miles, through mud. I am trying to point out that we have passed many good trees that he could chop down.... Ranger laughs and informs me they have to be already dead and down and he has one specific tree in mind. We talk about how I need to start walking. I remind him he is huffing and puffing as well and we both decide it is time to seriously loose weight.<br /><br />FINALLY, we get to the tree. It is HUGE...It is nice to finally sit on the tree look at the beauty of the woods. (Now the bum is wet) Ranger shows me deer tracks that have been left in the mud. We just have time to talk about life. Then we hear Cory coming in with the tractor.<br />The tree gets hooked up and then Ranger jumps on the tractor and starts pulling it out. HEY WAIT A MINUTE.... I want a ride too. NOPE, Cory and I start to walk back. It was a good day.gayehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11595592995376444602noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6839805553071287017.post-72686559474003956302009-10-26T16:29:00.000-07:002009-10-26T16:55:12.602-07:00Mind rattling thoughtsThis will be a boring post.. mainly just my mind rattling around with thoughts. I love this time of year. The temperature in NC drops to where it is comfortable and pleasant. The trees are now showing their beautiful colors. I love driving along the roads and watch the intensity of yellow, orange, greens and red change with each tree or even on the same tree. I love the colors of pumpkins and mums...I am in awe of the beautiful world the Lord provided for us.<br /><br /> I looked out of my window this morning and saw Bob, the groundhog, sitting on the step to the shed. He was checking out my lawn to see if there was anything good to eat. I kinda even felt warmly toward old Bob today. I thought about how I groan when I look at the tunnels he has dug to get to my yard but then think of the moose Jodi faces in her yard in Alaska and Bob doesn't seem so bad.<br /><br />I have been thinking about this past year which I will not put high on my list of years to remember . (Except for Stephanie and West coming into our family!!!) <br /><br />I need to stop groaning and moaning so much. I now go to work and instead of getting to laugh at someone pooping in my chair, I get to watch people come into the clinic three times a week to hook up to the <span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00">artificial </span>kidney and have their blood cleaned and the fluid removed. Most of them either have only one leg or no legs due to diabetes, hypertension and renal failure. I watch as their blood circulates outside of their body and into the tubing on this dialysis machine and marvel at how intricate our bodies are. I marvel at what the Lord has provided us as temples to house our spirits in while on earth. The mechanism of our bodies, just our kidneys alone, requires so many scientific principles. Osmosis, diffusion, electrolytes etc.... It just amazes me and I don't think I am grateful enough. <br /><br />I have been thinking of how I can make next year better and make better choices. What can I do to have an impact on those around me like my friends have an impact on me.<br />I have been trying to come up with my 2010 motto and I finally found it today. I wish I could say I found it in the scriptures but no, maybe there is something in the scriptures like it you will have find it and share it with me. I wish I had thought it up but no I found it on one of those silly things that get passed around by e-mail.<br /><br />My 2010 motto is :<br /><br /><br />To be the kind of woman that when my feet hit the floor each morning Satan says "Oh crap, she's up."<br /><br />I think I can do <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">a lot</span> with that one.<br />What is your motto for 2010, I would like to know.gayehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11595592995376444602noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6839805553071287017.post-1416284087415729432009-10-21T17:57:00.000-07:002009-10-21T17:58:48.731-07:00Not fairHow come my mom and dad who are in their 80's have a better looking blog page than I do? Something is seriously wrong here.gayehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11595592995376444602noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6839805553071287017.post-9937464427065077852009-08-19T12:02:00.000-07:002009-08-19T12:04:45.998-07:00Creepy crawlyHalf way through my prayers last night ..... "Heavenly Father, please let the bug I feel crawling across my shoulders just be a tiny bug." ICKY Can you tell I have bug issues :)gayehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11595592995376444602noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6839805553071287017.post-79222326881474164422009-08-11T03:33:00.000-07:002009-08-11T04:04:36.292-07:00It's a Bugs LifeEveryone knows there are spiders in the West and BUGS in the South. Most of these bugs are tolerable as they don't like people so they are never around for you to see them. But, there is a bug that defies that rule. The nasty flat bugs with <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">pinchers</span> on the end of them... yes, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">pinchers</span> that you can see. I think they are earwigs... I call them flat, pincher bugs. I think my mom told me they were earwigs. They have turned my outside garage door panel into their homeless shelter. <br /><br />Every morning I pull my car out of the garage. Due to the fact that I don't have a garage door button thing in my car, I have to get out of the car and flip open the panel on the outside and punch in the code to close the garage door. I repeat the process every night when I come home. I have learned that during the night these "earwigs" or whatever they are, crawl into this little box and sleep. So now in the morning I tap the box before I open it to wake them all up, then I stand to the side, flip open the box and flick them all out in hopes they will go find a new homeless shelter for the next night.<br /><br />Occasionally, one of these bugs will try to invade the inside of my home. They must crawl up through the drains because I will find one in the sink or in the shower or tub. Being the sadistic person that I am, I try to teach them a lesson and will try to drowned them to death rather than just let them have a fast death by squishing. But..... I have found these little suckers do not drowned easily.. they somehow seem to be able to float.<br /><br />Well, Sunday was the last straw for these bugs. I was running a tad late for church (Please note children I went to church!!!!) and I had to iron my clothes. I have the best iron that was ever made. It is the kind Shannon's mother-in-law uses. She mentioned it in one of her blogs, I think, so the next time I got one I tried Claudia's and I love it!!! but don't ask me to tell you the name of it. Anyway, I am digressing.........<br /><br />I am ironing my white linen shirt and I start to see these little black spots showing up. I look on the bottom of my iron and there is nothing there. I keep ironing but now I am concerned about what is showing up on my shirt. When I pick the iron up I about gagged. There in the water chamber, floating in the boiling water... because I am steaming my shirt..... is yes, one of these earwig bugs!!!!!!! <br /><br />That is the last straw!!! They now have invaded my life in a personal way... NO MORE HOMELESS SHELTER....it is closed, the bug spray is coming out... blame your stupid friend who thought the water chamber in my iron would be a good place to just hang out....He ruined it for the rest of you all... go someplace else!!!<br /><br />I am buying a bomb.... Jodi, not the H-S or D bomb or the nuclear bomb this is worse... it is the B-bomb.. the bug bomb... the chemical mist that once dispersed in the shut up home is suppose to kill all bugs and most likely will kill humans as well ...we just haven't heard about it yet.<br /><br />As far as that truant earwig in my iron's water chamber. He died by boiling to death!! serves him right. I tried to flush him out and he won't come out. Rick, my friend, keeps telling me to just keep flushing. It isn't working. I think the bug is gone but then I see him float back into the chamber. I am still getting <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">remnants</span> of his body as I iron... It is nasty. Any suggestions on ways to flush out a dead bug from the water chamber of a really nice iron would be appreciated.gayehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11595592995376444602noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6839805553071287017.post-27875312538549937022009-07-25T11:54:00.000-07:002009-07-25T12:08:23.605-07:00Friends and what they teach us.This post is dedicated to my two good friends who taught me how to play again. They know who they are. We all have friends; but it is those one or two people who <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">truly</span> teach us something that we will remember and love for the rest of our lives. The ones who "know the song in our heart and when we forget it, they sing it back to us." I have two friends like that. I don't get to see them much any more but despite the distance and time, I know all I would have to do is call and they would come. They are still written into the program of my funeral so they are obligated, at least for that. These two women taught me many years ago to remember how to play and that life was to short not to play.<br /><br />This week at work we had a family night. (It seems like work is all I have to talk about but I now have another iron in the fire so hopefully this will soon change :) ) Yes, I am trying to bring a little bit of family home evening into my place of business. I structure it like a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">FHE</span> and no one knows and it is ALWAYS a success. Kat, the sweet young admin assist who is the age of Christa, agreed to dress up as a fairy. She has never dressed up and played and danced around. She looked gorgeous and had so much fun. She danced around with me and made the residents and family members laugh. I was so proud of her and she was so proud of herself. She is remembering how good it feels to just play. I dressed up as a pink flamingo wearing a tutu... not a pretty site but good enough to get a laugh from the dementia residents.<br /><br />Thank you my two good friends!!! One for having me try to find every pink flamingo thing ever made, hence my great hat and two for teaching me to laugh like there is no tomorrow and to play. Thank you both for singing my song back to me when I have forgotten it. I love you !!!gayehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11595592995376444602noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6839805553071287017.post-37073332423367726172009-07-06T10:23:00.000-07:002009-07-06T10:55:57.167-07:00memories how sweetI was going to give this blogging thing up. It makes me realize how little I have going on in my life. But none of you, who read my blog, give up yours because that is what makes my evenings.. reading about all of the things going on in your life.<br /><br />I worked 11-7 this past weekend and realized several things. I am really good at doing laundry. What is so hard about getting four loads of laundry washed, dried, and put away in an eight hour period of time? I can do laundry with my eyes closed. When the staff come and complain about doing laundry to me it will fall on deaf ears.<br /><br />I am getting older. What used to be so easy when I was younger is now so much harder. Lifting and turning people hurts my back. Reading medication bottle labels requires me to take off my glasses and hold the thing real close to my eyes and most disturbing is I used to be able to do poop and smelly urine with no problems and now it makes me gag. But most difficult is watching these dear little people and hoping that I will never be tormented with this dreaded disease.<br /><br />I walked the halls with Ms. K. for hours Saturday night. She carried her shoes, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">pJs</span> and other assorted clothes wrapped up in a little ball. She had her pocket book. She wore <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">earrings</span> although they did not match. She held tight to my hand and kept asking when we could go. Ms K. wanted me to take the care giver that was watching her hallway outside and hang her. (I was in a different part of the building but she would find me) We would stop and look out of the window and see how dark it was...To dark to hang people I wouldn't be able to find a tree or a good rope and to dark to go anywhere and anyway, I didn't have a car. She would look at me and shake her head and then tell me she didn't have a car either. I guess we would have to wait until morning. Over and over and over we did this...<br /><br /> Finally, it dawned on me what to do...... I convinced her to go with me to her room. I got her to lay down on the bed although she was wearing no depends, her <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">jammie</span> bottoms and top and then a shirt and a pair of pants and then a sweater and then her bathrobe. I pulled the chair next to the bed held her hand and gently began to draw light gentle circles on her face and began to sing primary songs. She relaxed, she pulled me close and gave me a kiss and told me she loved me, I told her that I loved her and she was safe and she could sleep.. soon she was asleep...<br /><br />Thank you Ms. K. I too, relaxed and smiled as I remembered the many nights I sat with one of my kids by their beds gently drawing circles on their faces until they relaxed enough to finally fall asleep. <br /><br />Memories are a sweet thing.gayehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11595592995376444602noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6839805553071287017.post-60003163134661855442009-06-07T17:49:00.000-07:002009-06-07T17:50:37.540-07:00stopWho knows how to stop blogging as in make get rid of it?????gayehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11595592995376444602noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6839805553071287017.post-68418960869009964072009-03-01T17:04:00.000-08:002009-03-01T17:11:22.996-08:00I own a snuggieI own a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">snuggie</span>. The blue blanket with the arms in it that you see on the infomercials. The one that you laugh at <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">every time</span> you see it and swear that you will never own and who would ever buy it. It is the BEST blanket I own. I love having the arms in it. It wraps around your feet. It is so warm. Your hands can be out and the blanket doesn't fall off. Don't tell anyone. Keep the secret....gayehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11595592995376444602noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6839805553071287017.post-72313099402797945742009-02-14T20:24:00.000-08:002009-02-14T20:33:16.211-08:00Just shoot me quickHappy Valentine's day to you all. I just got home from the old single adults valentines party.<br />It was a combined party of two stakes. Raleigh and Garner.<br />To say the least this was an overwhelmingly painful experience.<br /><br />One young man in his 30's was going to wear a tuxedo but instead came in his three piece suit with his <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">bluephone</span> stuck in his ear. All he went around asking for was a lint brush.<br /><br />One lady wore high heels with <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">sequins</span> and really pointy toes and something wrapped around the heels.<br />She brought flip flops in her purse to change into. Her daughter has 3,000 pairs of shoes. She has 50.<br />why wear shoes if you need to carry flip flops?<br />I had a migraine all day but went because I made a promise I would support all of this.<br />I wore my velour warm up suit.... the closest thing I could find to pajama's.<br /><br />There were no <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">caffieinated</span> drinks..... ......... .....<br />There was a poor 10<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">ish</span> looking year old boy who had to come with his mom... I am sure he is scarred for life.<br /><br />The main event: watching the movie Fireproof....<br />from <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">fireproofmymarriage</span>.com. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">LOLOLOLOLOL</span><br />If you have seen this movie and it is on your top 10 list of favorite movies then stop reading now or I will seem rude.<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">HELLOOOOOOOOOOO</span>..... between all of us that were there we would have had a HUGE bonfire of failed marriages.<br />A little late for fire proofing marriages.<br /><br />My friend and I were the second and third oldest people there.<br />Everyone was crying through the movie.<br />When they passed around more tissues, Julia and I were the only ones with no tears.<br />Even the men were crying. One man said he was moved by the Spirit... WHAT?????????<br />In the movie when the young man gets on his knees at the bedside of his wife who has the sniffles and pleads forgiveness for being selfish and contributes his change to having found religion,<br />Julia turns to me and says: I really like that comforter set on that bed. The funny thing was I was thinking the same thing but really liking the bedroom furniture.<br />She and I were <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">definitely</span> not feeling it.... we looked like we had hard hearts.<br /><br />Happy Valentines day to everyone.<br />Next year.... just shoot me quick before I head out for another round of valentine day celebration.gayehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11595592995376444602noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6839805553071287017.post-63094353253140300962009-02-14T11:10:00.000-08:002009-02-14T11:31:21.682-08:00A semi-apology to my now grown childrenMe thinks I should semi-apologize to my now grown children. When they were little I NEVER used band-aids. My mother opinion was the majority of open kid wounds needed to be only scrubbed clean, a little antibiotic ointment and the good old air would form a quick scab and all was well. During the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Owie</span> period of time, a wet paper towel took care of any oozing blood, dirt, and was cool to the burn of the scrapes sting. As well as, the child could then be distracted, the paper towel thrown away and the drama was over. Band-aids were expensive, dirty and caused more drama when they had to be removed. Very logical and I am sure all proven by scientific experimentation and documentation.<br /><br />I specifically remember one time leaving Devin home to care for the children. That was mistake number one. Then we did not put up Trent's <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">hotwheels</span>, mistake number two. When Fred and I got home all the kids were in bed and Devin proudly announced Trent had taken some road rash but he had taken care of it. Devin went to bed. We went and got Trent up and the kid had road burn down the entire side of his little body and the dirt and gravel were still in it. Devin had wisely used wet paper towels, ointment and for the really bloody areas as many <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">band aids</span> and gauze pads that he could possibly lay his hands on. Trent looked like a wounded soldier of war. I wish we had taken a picture. So we spent the next hour while Fred held the screaming Trent and I scrubbed out the already dry wounds.<br /><br />So back to my original post of a semi-apology to my grown children. You guys are TOUGH!!! you are TROOPERS, You did blood and gravel and road/carpet burn like little soldiers..... Way to go !!!!you are awesome. <br /><br /> I on the other hand, tripped and fell at the movie theater last night. I hurt my knee. I came home with my knee REALLY hurting. When I looked I had a quarter size scrape with old blood and a little dirt in it and it was KILLING.<br />I started to whimper with the thoughts of cleaning it off. I didn't clean it. I wanted a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">band aid</span> but couldn't find one. So instead I put an ice pack on it took a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Tylenol</span> and went to bed.<br /><br />I am a better mother than I am a kid. I forgot how scrapes hurt. I am so sorry. I could have at least offered you a cookie or <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Popsicle</span> or maybe a little bit of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">lovin</span>' along with the wet paper towel. May you forgive me; but you are better kids for it. ( I am sure of it) But please, when I am in my dementia unit and I scrape my knee or elbow or bleed a little will you offer me a cookie, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Popsicle</span> and little bit of loving along with a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">band aid</span>?<br /><br />Love you, Mom<br />PS, but raise your kids on wet paper towels!!!gayehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11595592995376444602noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6839805553071287017.post-71273933271718182562009-01-25T11:33:00.001-08:002009-01-25T11:36:46.607-08:00Tom and LisaI don't know any other way to get the message to Tom and Lisa.... Congratulations!!!! someone please tell them for me. I saw cute baby Caroline's picture on Brindy's blog. Oh my gosh.... she looks just like one of Jane's babies with all of that dark hair. She is beautiful. I agree with Ali... they need to start blogging.gayehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11595592995376444602noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6839805553071287017.post-65909445203153724572009-01-23T19:47:00.000-08:002009-01-23T20:32:29.951-08:00Dementia?????I am sure by now that everyone is aware I work in a memory care unit aka... dementia unit. We are NOT a nursing home as I have to reinforce to everyone but then what is the difference? We look like one... old people sitting around. And we certainly smell like one, although if you come on certain days it might be cinnamon flavored pee smell and then again it might be flower pee smell...depends on the choice of air freshener. But we are really very different. And why do I love it so much.<br /><br />Dementia is the inability to perform your activities of daily living <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">ie</span>: bathing, dressing, eating, working, etc and is caused by many things. Vascular dementia ( stroke etc.), <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">parkinson's</span> dementia, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">alchohol</span> induced dementia, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">lewey</span> body dementia and then of course <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">alzheimer's</span>. But the main thing is that it is the death of certain parts of the brain. It is not typical in the aging process. Our youngest resident is 58 years old!!!! that is only 4 years older than me. He was the CFO of a large national retail chain. He began to notice that he could not remember his bosses name and then he was having a hard time with numbers. This was progressing over a few years until his son found him in a garage where he had been for days because he forgot where he was and how to get out. Now he cannot operate the remote on a TV and cannot remember how to use utensils so he is going onto finger foods. Our oldest is a spry 91 year old woman who loves to shop at Chico's, wears groovy looking <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">jewlery</span> but unfortunately hears the voice of a man who is an alcoholic and wants her money. All auditory hallucinations. Then we have everything <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">inbetween</span>.<br /><br />It is a wonderful place to work. Never a dull moment. I had noticed for many weeks that Miss M. was only laying around and not responding. One day, I was in the day room when the piano player came and I started to sing and dance ( yes, it was not a pretty site as I twirled around belting out she'll be coming round the mountain) But lo and behold Miss M. perked up and began to sing with me. Then we found out she could sing bicycle built for two and many other songs. Now she is one of our favorite <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">kareoke</span> singers.<br /><br />I dance with all of the residents and how funny it is to dance with the men. We will start to slow dance and pretty soon their hands are patting my bottom... some things are never forgotten. The men break out into big grins when they get their morning kisses from me and especially if they have been just shaved. One of my favorite men used to be a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">colonol</span> in the military. He is non-verbal but will come and join us in our meetings and will stand there in the at ease stance. He can stand for HOURS... it is amazing. But do not come up and startle him because he has knocked several of our residents flat with his fist.<br /><br />Ms. E. loves her baby doll and will sit and stare at it for hours and will rock it and hold it. Unfortunately Ms. I also likes this particular baby and she is into kidnapping the baby. Often we will have Amber alerts for the missing baby. We usually find it in Ms. E's dresser drawer where it is being held hostage and then we have to set up a decoy to make a switch. During the holiday season we had a little stuffed boy Christmas ornament sitting on the piano. Ms. P. came to me and gave me two dollars and told me to give it to that poor little boy sitting there because no one was looking out after him. She also told me that he must be a poor little "bastard" child from the streets. She was so happy when I let her take the little 'bastard boy" into her room and he spent the holiday nicely cared for as he rode around in the basket of her walker.<br /><br />I love to write airline tickets to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Greenville</span> so Ms. M will take a bath without screaming like a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">banchee</span>. She proudly comes into my office nice and clean and I present her with the next ticket to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Greenville</span> so she can go home to see her mother ( who has been dead for umpteen years.) I also write out dry cleaning tickets to Ms. I. who will only wear the same clothing unless the dry cleaning service comes to get them. But she is fine if she has her ticket. Unfortunately, someone came in and stole her hair. She wanted some of mine but then we decided that my hair was not as pretty of a color and would not look good if I gave her any.<br /><br />It is a happy place. The young guy dismantles all of our fire alarms. He also sets off all of the door alarms ( we are a locked facility)... He figured out how to crawl out of his bedroom window but ended up in the locked court yard. Bummer. It must have been like digging that hole to china and then finding that you are still within the walls.<br /><br />Ms. V. forgets where the bathroom is. She came into my office and pooped on my upholstered chair. Then pulled her depends up and went on... Good job Ms. V. !!!!at least you remembered you needed to sit somewhere before you poop. That was probably the most comfortable toilet seat she had ever sat on.<br /><br />What can you learn from this disease. These people teach me so much every day. They have taught me that living in the moment is a good thing. There is no yesterday at my work. There is only yesterday for all of us poor people who still remember. If they poop in my chair there is no lingering horror of having made a mistake. There is also no tomorrow or even the next hour. All there is is right now. Right this very minute and what is going on. I give Mr. B. a big hug and kiss and he smiles from ear to ear. Then I walk away and 5 minutes later come back and it is another moment to give him a big hug and kiss and allow him to smile from ear to ear because he has forgotten the first one and is seeing me again for the first time. Every thing is a moment.<br /><br />It has made me stop and think of what I do with my moments. Do I add joy or make it a sad moment? Life to me is a little less complicated when broken down into moments.gayehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11595592995376444602noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6839805553071287017.post-9988916766214213882008-12-20T18:16:00.000-08:002008-12-20T18:24:44.320-08:00How come I'm always the weird one?How often do you take the random tests which will tell you more about yourself than you care to know?<br />I am a sucker for them and then when I don't like the results I feel bad.<br />For instance, the test my family all took about who we are most like. My mother- Albert <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Enstein</span>. My sister, Mother Theresa...... I was the only one in my immediate family who came out like <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Sadam</span> Husein, or however you spell his name.<br />So I just took the crayon test to tell me who I am.<br />If Shannon came out a classy purple then certainly I would be purple...isn't it like blood types?<br />Nope... read below:<br /><br />You Are an Orange Crayon<br />Your world is colored with offbeat, confident, and stimulating colors.You have a personality that's downright weird - and you wouldn't change it for anything.Loud and expressive, you voice your opinions fearlessly and strongly.And while you have a strong personality, you can be friends with almost anyone.Your color wheel opposite is blue. Your confidence is something blue people truly envy.<br /><br />It is so nice to know as I fall asleep that my suspicions of myself are confirmed. I am downright weird and I wouldn't change a thing.<br /><br />So go to Shannon's blog and tell me what color crayon you are.gayehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11595592995376444602noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6839805553071287017.post-61403581646907752292008-11-26T03:09:00.000-08:002008-11-26T03:30:38.984-08:00Insomnia, how I hate itLately I have been having trouble with insomnia. I hate taking Tylenol PM because it causes me to have a real hang over feeling in the morning. So after a few nights of sporadic sleep I decided to start digging through my drawer of drugs.<br /><br />Now those who know me well will remember my <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">philosophy</span> about raising kids. When you travel or when the kids were just plain <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">ornery</span> or sick I used the wisdom of "When in doubt, drug them out." Meaning a good dose of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Benadryl</span> or back then <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">paragoric</span> could solve many problems. I know, don't report me. The children survived. Yet on the other hand, I never used band-aids because I didn't want wimpy children and band-aids were expensive so all open bloody issues were solved with a wet paper towel.<br /><br />Now back to my post, I was digging through my drawer of narcotics obtained from adult children who had had surgery or teeth pulled etc and I would get the narcs filled and then rarely would let them have any substituting it for <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">tylenol</span>.... and no I never took the pills either.<br />When low and behold I found a prescription of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Ambien</span> from Trent's finger surgery. My problem was solved. I would take 1/2 of an <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">ambien</span>. I took it one night and had a wonderful sleep (of course knowing <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">ambien</span> is habit forming) I took another 1/2 on another night. Great nights sleep. And then came Monday night.<br /><br />Monday at work was horrible. I had to appear in court on Tuesday with a resident and the family so I thought I would take a whole <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Ambien</span> and go to bed early. I did. Wonderful!!! great night's sleep. Got to the court room and the resident's daughter started talking about our conversation of the night before. What conversation I asked her. She looked at me oddly told me the one we had on the phone at 11:00 PM. I didn't have a conversation with you. Yes, I did. She showed me the phone log. WOW... I had NO recollection of that phone call. Thankfully, I was nice on the phone call. That was a scary feeling!!<br /><br /> I figure I could take <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Ambien</span> 5 mg and have a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">colonoscopy</span> or <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">anything</span> else and be fine. who needs Versed for procedures or surgery when you can take <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Ambien</span> and wake up refreshed.<br /><br />So last night, I was lying in bed wide awake and noticed a florescent square on my ceiling. don't laugh. There is a florescent square on my bedroom ceiling. I asked <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">shannon</span> this morning why the kids painted a florescent square on my ceiling and she said they did not. I lay awake all night looking at the square..... could I have painted it while on the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">Ambien</span>????<br /><br />Anyway, last night after tossing and turning for HOURS... I decided to count my blessings instead of sheep (yes, I have been listening to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">Christmas</span> music) in order to help me fall asleep.<br />I remember starting with Devin and getting all the way to Trent. Sorry Brett and Whitney but now there is Amanda and Tom to stick in there but it doesn't mean I am not thankful for you.<br /><br />Good thing I have so many kids..... and PS... for those who use <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">Ambien</span> turn off your phone and hide the florescent paint.gayehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11595592995376444602noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6839805553071287017.post-30616180096924378222008-11-15T18:43:00.000-08:002008-11-15T18:49:27.315-08:00Balls updateI have just arrived back from the single adult "party." The balls were a smash but the name was not. First off, I need to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">admit</span> to the fact that my balls were soft and mushy, kinda like a creamy filling rather than a cake like filling. I spoke with Devin and Amanda's balls were more like a cake. The difference being that I added all of the frosting and didn't use all of the cake.<br /><br />Well, everyone thought they were delicious and could immediately tell they were a red velvet cake taste held together by something.<br /><br />I didn't get to put a sign up but someone asked who made them and I admitted to it. They asked me what they were and I proudly said balls. The crowd of 16 went silent. Only one lady laughed and she said we would call them red velvet truffles..... I still prefer balls.gayehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11595592995376444602noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6839805553071287017.post-10668884132032672762008-11-15T13:40:00.000-08:002008-11-15T13:54:29.280-08:00BallsToday I ventured into Amanda's world and attempted the cake balls minus the lollipop sticks. I am girding up my loins and heading off to a single adult activity tonight where we have to bring a food item. I got such a laugh from Amanda's food blog and the comment about whether it was immature to laugh at the written word "balls." Yes, Amanda we are a like in many ways and I will continue to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">teeheehee</span> whenever it is used. <br /><br />So I thought maybe these cake balls would be a good filter for a potential date. Mine are made of a red velvet cake mix and cream cheese frosting. Let me give you some words of wisdom from an "experienced cook;" do NOT over bake your cake by forgetting to set the timer but thinking you set the timer, hence waiting for a LONG time wondering why your cake is not done.<br /><br />If you over bake then you need to only use the middle and then don't use the bottom either... but it still works just doesn't produce as much. When you are forming the balls, I would suggest a melon <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">baller</span> or <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">someting</span> because if you are doing this and the door bell rings and you are the only one home it looks like you have just done something really mysterious and illegal as your hands are covered in red gritty looking stuff.<br /><br />When the balls are on the pan to go into the freezer, don't let anyone see them as they will think you have just made meat balls from some very bad looking hamburger meat.<br /><br />OK, well my cake balls are all dipped and look groovy and I am taking them to the single adult activity. I am putting up a label saying "BALLS." The first man, oops brother, who laughs is who I will go flirt with. If there isn't any man/brother there that laughs then the night will not have been successful as there won't be anyone who would understand my sense of humor.<br /><br />Wish me luck with my "balls."gayehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11595592995376444602noreply@blogger.com5