tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60002582352029473972024-03-05T17:43:39.765-05:00Coastal Comfort II- My life by the SeaSharonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05430156729264046374noreply@blogger.comBlogger115125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6000258235202947397.post-89652044059762714132015-07-12T19:51:00.002-04:002015-07-12T19:51:36.422-04:00Seriously? A year later?I just logged in and noticed....it's been a year!<br />
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A year of changes.<br />
A year of unknown.<br />
A year of what next?<br />
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Since I last made a post, Miss T has graduated from High School with Honors, made a Radio Shack commercial with Orlando Jones, and joined a professional dance troupe. They are practicing locally but we do not know what the gigs might be yet.<br />
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In the beginning of her Sr year, her boyfriend joined the Navy, came home for Christmas with a very different attitude (one of arrogance) and they broke up. Broke her heart. <br />
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As the boyfriend was leaving for boot camp, Tom was in the hospital, going into renal failure. We had been at Chapel Hill a month before for a consultation and then next thing I know his lab work was getting worse. A week into the hospitalization they suggested I move him to Hospice. His family came in from Florida and Texas and were with him until the end. One of our last lucid conversations was "It wasn't supposed to be this way.". I simply said "I know" - that was on Wednesday. Thursday he was in and out of consciousness and by Friday just unresponsive. His family came in on Saturday and stayed. Monday night Miss T came by to say her "Goodbye's" and Tuesday night the entire family went out to eat and raise a glass. <br />
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I had a funny feeling that I needed to go back. So I did. He passed at 10:20 pm on September 16th with his brother saying his goodbye. <br />
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I sent Tom home with his Dad (literally). He was cremated and was able to ride to Florida with them as they headed home. He wanted to be buried in the National Cemetery there with his Mother. Handing his remains over to his Father was one of the hardest things I have ever had to do. A couple of weeks later, we flew down for the funeral. As the service was ending, a motorcycle revved up and went past the hall. We all knew it was Tom's way of saying "I'm riding and all is well".<br />
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Our next journey was to Chicago for the Naval Boot Camp Graduation
Ceremony. What a beautiful event. Makes you proud to be an American in
every way possible. Miss T so wanted to discuss Tom's death with the
bf but he of course didn't want to discuss "sad" things. Hmmmm.... ok.<br />
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Christmas we took off to the mountains to visit the bf who was home on
leave. Very different and distant. I had assumed it was the training,
but something else was off too. We left feeling like we didn't know
this person anymore. On a more fun note, I had bought 4 scratch off
tickets on the way up there and it wasn't until we were leaving that I
scratched them....winning $100! We were then on a mission. Seemed like
we stopped at every gas station in sight, buying and winning $1, $2,
$10, $20.....we were crazed!<br />
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We have made 2 more trips to the NC Mountains. One just to run away
and another for an emergency. One of Miss T's friends was in an
accident and of course we hauled off. <br />
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This picture is of a covered bridge just outside of Boone. The neighborhood is "Sleepy Hollow". Miss T fell in love with the bridge the first time we found it some 4 years ago.<br />
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We also are enjoying a locally filmed thriller named "Sleepy Hollow" which has a 200+ year old resurrected "Ichabod Crane" into our world, his future, to solve mysteries of why the 4 Horsemen are terrorizing the town of Sleepy Hollow. It's a play on history, some truths and some fiction thrown it. It's pretty awesome picking out the scenery - local town hall, streets, bars, waterfronts etc.<br />
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Another locally filmed thriller is "Under The Dome" based on a Stephen King novel. It mostly takes place in my rural county, so the same goes for recognizing scenery - courthouse, streets and farms.<br />
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This fall "Secrets and Lies" came out. It was also filmed locally but based on our sister city Charlotte.<br />
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Once upon a time we were known as East Hollywood. Screen Gems Studios was home to a lot of filming. Things slowed down for a while. A couple of years ago "Dawson's Creek" brought the industry back to the area. Unfortunately, the governmental incentives play a big part in where the filming goes. Seems Georgia is winning that one right now and a lot of our crews are going there.<br />
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My point is, we have met some great people and some of our locals have been lucky enough to have some recurring roles in a few. That is how we met the dance teacher and got involved in the commercial. Networking!!<br />
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Now, what to do next about life?</div>
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Seriously thinking that living here is </div>
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Not OF change, maybe TO change.</div>
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This would require getting out of my comfort zone, meeting new people, going new places, and packing. Yes, packing. OMG I've been here since 1989. Way too much stuff. I would have to downsize, of course, and that's a smart thing. Then there's Miss T who is beginning college and going through some rough anxiety right now (with break up and death). It's the where and when and how of it all. I'm not one of those kinds that just ups and leaves whenever the mood strikes. I like roots. But I feel stale. I feel blah. And I feel safe.</div>
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I've turned 50 this past week- the dreaded F word. I don't want to die saying "what if" or "why didn't I". I need something fresh....and happy.</div>
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<br />Sharonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05430156729264046374noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6000258235202947397.post-45279208870145814962012-08-18T00:14:00.002-04:002012-08-18T00:14:19.853-04:00Summer 2012<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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My photo above is serene....alone time by the sea can wash away troubles.</div>
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Seaside, so peaceful. I could not imagine living anywhere else.</div>
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A friend suggested I read "Co-Dependent No More" - I bought the book, but haven't started reading it yet. I did an online search about the same and found that I've been attempting the same things that are suggested by many therapists and self help groups. I attempt to go on with my life as normal as possible, not worrying about dear hubby at home, the "karma" he seems to be reaping now from the ill decisions of his past - even went on a mini vacation with out him, also a suggestion in the book. Take back your life - stop worrying about someone who obviously didn't give a damn about how you felt all those times.</div>
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Yet, when I've done that, I'm still the "bad guy" and I know that's not true, it's just his perception and the fact that he can't accept the situation he is now in. One year ago this week he was in the hospital near death. I guess after all these years, I've finally realized that it was not my place to worry about his choices. All that energy I spent "chasing" him, I should have placed towards my own life and Miss T.............. </div>
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Hard to believe Miss T is beginning 10th grade, and almost 16!! Boys, yes, boys.....they all want to have a "relationship" status to "be somebody" or "fit in". I've tried to discourage that, just because #1 it always messes up friendships and #2 it is highly over-rated. One on one in the teen years isn't all it's cracked up to be -- a good group of great friends - now THAT is awesome and much more fun! Don't get me wrong, we all "need somebody to love" as Queen sings, and we're sure to have our share of heartaches from friends anyway....we have to learn about life somehow. I've tried to shelter Miss T from as much bad influence as possible and I think she has had a good overall experience. Dance has taught her not only the art, but discipline and respect. She has seen her fair share of drama in the dance studio trust me!</div>
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We have the official boyfriend status now, but I think he may be soon on the way out. They've been great friends this year and it's tough to say "don't ruin your friendship" just because. He was over recently, unexpected - he did call first since he was in the area - and I think she got a taste of how "manipulative" he could be. She'd say "don't do that" and of course........well, that doesn't sit well with her. No, it wasn't anything *ahem* it was a simple, request like "don't go in that room" but he'd be like "what's in there?". Anywho, I think that will be taken care of soon! Nip it, NIP IT!!</div>
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Next week begins the new dance year. So excited to be at a new studio!! Glad to have left the "mean girls" behind us and I'm not just talking about pre-teen and teenagers. Some of the policies of people...ego's and all about money - not about ability, just make sure you've paid your bill! </div>
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Our new studio just sent out a newsletter "welcoming" the new members. There was even a picture on it of Miss T and 4 friends from a "dance girls night out" to the movies. Awesome!! Also they plan "team building" adventures like a pool party, skating, water parks, lock-ins etc. They also have a very organized fund raising team. Next year we will be at 2 dance conventions, one in Charleston SC and one in Atlanta GA plus competing in 5 regional dance competitions. $$$$$$ Yep, this was a big step for us! The best part is that the owners/teachers really love what they are doing and they love the kids!</div>
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The Theatre Arts teacher told her she was requesting she be placed in her production class for this year and YES it's there!! Drama in both semesters.....time to start preparing for the Halloween Haunted Barn and Hayride fundraiser! Wonder if the theme is still going to be "Asylum"? Tara has some crazy ideas for it. </div>
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Speaking of drama, one of her drama friends, "J", has been over a lot. He graduated last year and is the sweetest fellow. Great family! I get the feeling he needs to feel accepted and appreciated. I think we can work on that...first let's get him a JOB!! LOL he and Miss T actually had a "date" earlier this summer. I said it wasn't a "date" but they said "yes it was" - it was a bet between them. I'm not sure if there was a winner....anyway, they're cool friends....he's like a big brother. It will do her good to have a big brother.</div>
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<span style="color: #993300; font-family: Comic Sans MS; font-size: medium;">4. Color : Aquamarine</span><br />
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<span style="color: #993300; font-family: Comic Sans MS; font-size: medium;">8. Boy Name : Allen</span><br />
<span style="color: #993300; font-family: Comic Sans MS; font-size: medium;">9. Girl Name : Ashley</span><br />
<span style="color: #993300; font-family: Comic Sans MS; font-size: medium;">10. Movie Title : Animal House</span><br />
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<span style="color: #993300; font-family: Comic Sans MS; font-size: medium;">21. Cartoon Character : Andy Capp</span><br />
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I love to meet up with friends and have laughs. <br />
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When my friend Ellen comes to the south we try to get together and this year she invited me to stay with her while she was here. Since we get along as well as family and she insisted I said OK! But only for 2 nights....not going to ruin their vacation. We spent the days by the beach or pool and had wonderful dinners. Her kids are wonderful and we love them!!<br />
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Choosing a restaurant is easy....we all like the same things. Miss T suggested the Hard Rock Cafe which was unanimous by all. Eating together is a hoot. Of course we have "Sweet Tea" in the south; they have "Iced Tea" and I wanted to know what the difference was......nothing, except that a lot of the time in the North the tea doesn't come sweetened. You have to do that at the table and do you know how hard it is to sweeten a cold drink? Sugar doesn't want to melt!<br />
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When we visited NY, Miss T asked for a "to go cup" for the rest of her drink....the restaurants don't do "to go cups" and find it odd that anyone would ask for one. Today, after lunch, the girls asked for "to go cups" and were given HUGE ones! <br />
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Y'all is a southern thang....and to hear them say it............well, just ain't right! To us, "youse guys" is just as funny. <br />
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We say "Ric-cot-ta" and they say "Rig-goat-a"; it's "Motz-sa rella" to us and "MOOTZ a rell" to them. A "cannoli" is a Can-oli but they say "Gun-ol-ee".<br />
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I get a kick out of my hubby when he's trying to be all Italian at a restaurant. We both love to eat Calamari and us southerners will order "Calla mah-ry" but not him....HE has to ask for "Gahl - a mah" and let the word roll out of his mouth!<br />
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In the school system, how is Grammar taught? If the "R" sound is missing (doah instead of door) or half the word is gone (y'all instead of you all) ????<br />
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Actually I LOVE to hear a Yankee accent! And I don't mind making fun of my own Southern Slang!<br />
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<br />Sharonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05430156729264046374noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6000258235202947397.post-60847251340771512322012-07-15T00:59:00.001-04:002012-07-15T01:08:01.488-04:00OH Boy!Life......<br />
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well, up and down, just like a merry-go-round.<br />
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I'd like to say it was fun here at the circus.<br />
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Unfortunately, think "Nightmare on My Street".<br />
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Last August, hubby had his week in the hospital. Here we are almost a year later and I'm not sure where all that stands yet. Cirrhosis -- funny sounding word, even weirder disease.<br />
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The tough thing for hubby living with this is that he thinks he is "fine".....only the toxins that don't get released from his body only build up and by UP I mean UP! To the brain they go to chomp away (think Pac-Man) at the brain cells. This gives dear hubby a case of the not so smarts.<br />
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Some days he seems as sharp as a bowling ball...others he's normal. The days when I catch myself thinking "why doesn't he get this?" -- I wonder, is this the result of the disease? Is this the "bad day" of those "good days and bad days" I've been told about?<br />
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Most people see him and think he's "normal". But I live here everyday and watch and wonder.<br />
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Hubby thought he could "handle" drinking, again. That just lead to worse things. A car tire blown out (from hitting a curb) and I'm furious because "obviously you can't handle a car" and I have a small chat with his Dr about maybe it's time to yank his license.<br />
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Dr came up with the plan to go to therapy and get back in AA. Hubby has been complying. However, his theory about it is this: "I'll go until it starts costing me a lot of money".<br />
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Doesn't matter if it HELPS or not........just don't take "my money". <br />
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Any time you challenge hubby about his actions, he is of course defensive or answers with a question....complete reversal and let's get off the subject of "me".<br />
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And what about "me".....?<br />
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Well....ME me is going to the beach for a couple of days of RnR with Miss T. Meeting up with a J-Land friend - becoming our tradition! This vacation will be very welcomed in my life right now.......<br />
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Hubby is sulking over it.<br />
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Too bad.<br />
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He's had many "days out/vacations" with out me.<br />
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Thinking about making this a PRIVATE blog.<br />
Email me your addy so I can add you to the reader. <br />
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See you by the sea!<br />
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I left you hanging in my last post and I'd like to apologize for that. <br />
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After moving my Nanny to Hospice we struggled with the idea that, this is it. This is the final resting place until Nanny is called by Jesus. She rested; my Mom stayed with her as much as possible, reading scripture to her and parts from a good book she was reading. My Nanny was an avid reader - loved books! I think she learned a lot of lessons from the writings of others. She read her Bible every night. Oh the books that she had and she knew we were going to have to deal with THAT once she was gone. She joked about it often -- said "Gosh, just look at all this <i>stuff</i> someone is going to have to get rid of!".....and I'd look over and say YEAH guess WHO!!<br />
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I think for the most part that I was in shock that my Nanny was in fact dying. However, I think I was at peace knowing that IF she had to die that it was (not) OK because she and God had discussed these things and they were good friends, on the same page and he probably said to her "whenever you feel like you're ready I'm ready". For me, I was NOT ready, no way, no how, but that's not how it works. <br />
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Tara and my Mom were on the way to a hair appointment when she got the call. How ironic....all three times my daughter has been with my Mom when she got the "bad news". First my call about the fall; next was witnessing the stroke and now this. The nurse said she had a smile come on her face and then.....it was peaceful. I know Nanny was seeing the Angels that were there to take her home!<br />
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How hard it was to see her lifeless body. I still uncovered her feet lol. It was odd how empty she looked - I guess it is true that we are only the housing for the soul. The body will wear out but the soul is the life of the person and that will live on forever.<br />
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The next stop on my agenda is hubby....still sitting in hospital while all of this is going on. De-compensated Liver and Upper GI bleed. Cirrhosis is full blown and with Hep C there isn't much to do unless he is willing to go through the treatments, stop drinking and live the clean life on medication. His mind is still unable to understand why he is in the hospital. I tell him about Nanny, and he's clearly upset by it.<br />
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We plan the funeral - simple yet elegant. I cannot recognize the lady in the casket. Somehow that is not the Nanny that I had just 2 weeks prior. My 2 brothers and I wrote letters for the Pastor to read of some of our memories; my Mom penned a nice note and I received an email from a long time friend that said the nicest things about Nanny. The service ended with the upbeat tune "Dwelling In Beulah Land" just like Nanny would have wanted it. <br />
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Had she been there, sitting beside us, we would have been laughing and people would have been saying "aww, look how upset they are" yet, we would have probably been making jokes about how much she looked like................................or how much weight the preacher had put on or....something silly. She even said her oldest sister looked "the best they'd ever seen her" when she was laid out in her coffin just a few years ago!!<br />
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<br />Sharonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05430156729264046374noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6000258235202947397.post-39067413973893650842011-08-28T22:59:00.000-04:002011-08-28T22:59:22.911-04:00The Longest Month of a Week.....Part 3Thurs, August 4, 2011 7pm <br />
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Finally at the right hospital, Mom drives up and I jump in to park her car. Once I'm in the ER area I ask about "that lady that just came running in to see her Mom" and they told me she was in the back, but I would have to wait.<br />
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It wasn't too long when my Mom came out to the waiting area, in tears....the look on her face almost took my breath. For a second I thought she was going to say the worst.....I jumped to my feet and Mom said "I just had to give authorization for them to administer the clot busting drug....I hope I've made the right decision!" My brother tried to reassure her and she told me that I could go in the back. My baby brother and his girlfriend were back there....my poor Nanny.<br />
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Mom came back and the Dr's were there, explaining that the drug needed to be administered and we were within the window for it to work, plus he said "you need to give her a chance". They explained that it had obviously affected her left side and that we should talk to her and encourage her to talk to us. <br />
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Nanny did talk to me, we told her she was in the hospital being taken care of, she squeezed my hand. She also was wiggling her feet....and then I remembered, she didn't like her feet covered up so I removed the sheet!!!!<br />
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We were all so glad that God put my Mom and Miss T in the right place at the right time to get her help.<br />
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Within a few hours, she was at a point where they could move her to the bigger hospital. It would seem that the meds were working. They put a feeding tube in through her nose...needed to help get her the nutrition and strength she would need to fight this. She didn't seem to be able to swallow.<br />
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The next morning, she wasn't much better. The clot buster wasn't doing the job they had hoped for. I just cried...cried at the thought of losing her so quick. I had to get to the hospital, but I didn't want her to see me cry. The nurse said she is a sweet lady and I said "yes she is"....Nanny piped in with a "Thank Y'all" LOL loved it...no tears, just happy to be with her!! I told her I loved her and she said she loved me too!<br />
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I changed my facebook picture to one of Nanny and my Mom....lots of people only know them by those names and now they could put a face to the names of the 2 very strong ladies in my life. Prayers were needed for us all.....for our strength and wisdom AND for Nanny's recovery be that on earth or in Heaven.<br />
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In the meantime, Hubby is totally aggravating....he seems "off", yes more "off" than normal. He seems to be slipping, memory wise and just not with it. I think he is really losing it. And it is sooooooo annoying to deal with - because I say "I'm going to....." and he forgets that I mentioned it.<br />
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You may say it's a guy thing, man-isms, but no....I think it is possibly brain related - maybe from the alcohol and drug abuse - maybe from the Hep C and Cirrhosis. All I can do is shake my head, that a near 60 year old man is so...out of it. I don't have time to deal with his silliness. I have a MOM that needs me; I have a daughter that needs me - he IS a grown man, right? Maybe? A little?<br />
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Sunday August 7 - my Uncle's birthday<br />
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Nanny had a lot of visitors today and she even named them. It seems she's getting better every day! She looked at Hubby and said "I just thank you and Sharon for breaking into my house"..........hmmmm. Oh, yeah, it was the first time she'd seen him since that happened. Miss T went with us and she was telling Nanny that she starts driver's education next week and would soon be taking over the "Driving Miss Daisy" duties of the family. We didn't stay long - she was probably very tired from all those visitors! <br />
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She failed the swallow test when they came to do it....said she wouldn't stay awake long enough.<br />
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Monday all she seemed to want to do was sleep. We are told that is one of the affects of a stroke. I wonder if she is so tired and just wants to go. I've prayed for her healing, whether that be here on this earth or in God's Heaven....it's all in His hands anyway.<br />
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We are all confused by her behavior. Good today; tired tomorrow; moving feet but not left arm/hand. Talking, making sense; now sleep.<br />
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Tuesday wasn't much better, but on Wednesday Nanny was chattering with me, squeezing my hand. She still wouldn't/couldn't pass the swallow test. The attending physician was pushing my Mom to make decisions - life and death ones and we just couldn't fathom that because we were seeing what we thought was improvements.<br />
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I was ready to kick butt and take names with that Doctor. Who was SHE to try and tell MY MOM that there was NO HOPE????? We see what we think is progress and she is ready to kick Nanny to the curb??<br />
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She told Mom she would give her 24 hours to decide where to take Nanny....to a nursing facility to just lay around, tube fed or Hospice.<br />
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My facebook post of August 12:<br />
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<h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}">My heart is heavy and breaking, yet my mind knows it is for the best. Soon Nanny will meet Jesus and my wish for her to be made whole again will come true. I love you Nanny and thank you for always loving me! (and for collards, fried chicken, rice n gravy, sweet tea, butterbeans, cucumbers, tomatoes.....you can keep the okra) ♥ ♥ ♥</span></h6><br />
Today we are telling Jesus to take over.<br />
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She is moved to a local Hospice care facility on Saturday morning. Mom didn't want to ask me to go with her. But I had been there 11 years ago when Nanny took Papa. I knew it wouldn't be an easy intake for my Mom to do alone. So I showed up anyway. <br />
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Sharonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05430156729264046374noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6000258235202947397.post-59722543962937600282011-08-28T01:16:00.000-04:002011-08-28T01:16:13.146-04:00The Longest Month of a Week...part 2<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4RY2lt1t9hDlL7Ddb43WzAXpsPsLegZFS3OOwXN0Z864t_-XtZXd2VmHbdQu942NRgAIDd0m0HKdJJRQeEdZP_zp-mKJJJW4MwrxfFceGiKqTvGpEg3o7dtqAPEY1dCmqQds6nqOXzzWZ/s1600/emotiodont_interrupt.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4RY2lt1t9hDlL7Ddb43WzAXpsPsLegZFS3OOwXN0Z864t_-XtZXd2VmHbdQu942NRgAIDd0m0HKdJJRQeEdZP_zp-mKJJJW4MwrxfFceGiKqTvGpEg3o7dtqAPEY1dCmqQds6nqOXzzWZ/s1600/emotiodont_interrupt.gif" /></a></div><br />
Well, with Nanny in the hospital since late July 18th, and Miss T battling H/F/M disease, there came up a fire behind my house. It was obviously started by a strike of good old summer time lightening. I'm thinking, here we go again....a couple years ago there was a wildfire back there that had us surrounded by firetrucks. Lucky for us both fires were under control quickly. <br />
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Whew!<br />
I was planning to meet a J-Land pal in Myrtle Beach July 31 - Aug 2 or so. But Miss T was still contagious and I was counting days to be sure she could go with me and not infect anyone. One thing I think helped her was using Tea Tree Oil on the areas that were affected. Plus I made her sleep with her socks on after applying the oil! Didn't want her running around the house oiling up the floors.<br />
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After I determined she was ok, my little buddy (nephew), Miss T and I went to see the new "Winnie The Pooh" movie - how cute! Then he decided he wanted to stay with me for a "sleep over". Fine by me! Only I didn't know Hubby was going to be literally falling down....tipsy. Mumbling something about "calling the Mafia" and "handling things"....whatever, just be quiet already! <br />
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In the meantime, Nanny was getting moved from one floor to the next. Her numbers weren't quite right yet and then her Atrial Fib acted up a bit and well, she wasn't getting up and walking; not getting her strength back. Her appetite was good.....I cooked dinner one night and she asked me to bring her some. All this leisurely laying around though wasn't good....time to get back on her feet. Finally, the hospital staff said she was good to go home IF she had round the clock care, in case she fell, or needed help; well, that would be tough, so the best situation was to rehab at the local nursing facility. <br />
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Mom chose the one near our homes so that we could all drop in whenever, and keep an eye on things and just visit if we wanted to. Nanny was in a room with a very nice lady named Hazel who, ironically, had decided to stay at this facility. Nanny seemed to be enjoying her time there, talking with the staff and getting to know Hazel. She said the people were nice and the food was pretty good.<br />
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So far so good! Yay, Nanny isn't one to stay down. She's a mover and a shaker. As planned Miss T and I headed to Myrtle Beach to meet up with our dear friends for a couple of days of R&R.<br />
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Sunday was interesting....my hotel was over-booked; so they were trying to find me another place close to where I needed/wanted to be. As it was, I ended up with a $250 upgrade, a $100 credit to use on another booking before Dec 31 AND a refund of $25 as an "inconvenience" refund! Pretty good deal....almost a wash! <br />
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We spent the 2 nights and 3 days doing NOTHING! Ahhhhhhhh. The first afternoon it wanted to rain a bit, but, hey, that's summer in the south. My friends had some gift certificates to eat at Planet Hollywood compliments of their timeshare group, so off we went. Along with these certificates came JUMP AHEAD SEATING! Instead of an hour wait, we were seated immediately. Monday and Tuesday was nothing but sun, sand, water and lots of conversations. Good times with great people! I'm thinking "I'd like a job as a perpetual vacationer" -- I could do a fabulous job!!<br />
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I really hated to leave and head home! Work was calling and with Nanny in the rehab, I didn't need to ignore her....not that I was ignoring her, we had visited and we had talked on the phone. That j-o-b called to me...$$$$ needed. Besides, my friends needed to continue "their" vacation without us interrupting. Just happened that they came into Wilmington on Wednesday to visit some family and we had dinner together at our local Chili's! <br />
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On Thursday, my Mom had her youngest granddaughter and Miss T was over helping out. For some reason (divine intervention) Mom took the kid home early and she and Miss T stopped in to visit with Nanny. They were telling stories and Miss T was discussing her visit in Myrtle and Nanny was saying "I hope you didn't fall in love this time" and laughter and such. I don't know how long they were there.....all I know is that Miss T called me and said.............<br />
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"Grammy thinks Nanny is having a stroke!" She had gone to the restroom and the aide was helping her back in the bed. Mom said "I looked at her and her eyes were rolling so I told the aide/nurse I think she's having a stroke!!!................" They were waiting on the ambulance and I told Miss T to stay with her Grammy and help her, because she will need you with her to help keep her calm.<br />
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And then it was off to the ER....only we all went to the wrong hospital. Nanny was in the ER at the hospital that was slightly closer. The Doc was calling Mom.....they needed her there! We drove very cautiously FAST from one hospital to the other.<br />
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It is amazing how many people IGNORE FLASHERS and just won't move over!!<br />
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Sharonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05430156729264046374noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6000258235202947397.post-16179819966607111772011-08-28T00:07:00.000-04:002011-08-28T00:07:51.096-04:00The Longest Month of a Week...part 1The days since mid July have all run together into one large cluster of chaos.<br />
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July 18, 2011 - Calling from their Myrtle Beach vacation, Mom says Tara has a sore throat - and then later a fever. I say "you're a Mom, you know what to do".<br />
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I had worked until 6 and decided to eat out and stroll through Kohl's looking for nothing much in particular. It was dark, Miss T was with a friend and Hubby was at his AA meeting, and I noticed my Nanny's house was dark, no porch light on - it was 9pm and this was unusual. I immediately called her number to fuss that she "didn't have that light on" but I got no answer - that scared me. Grabbing her house keys and my flashlight I headed her way, first looking through her yard and into the garden area.....remember a couple years ago she fell in the garden and laid there 8 hours! Of course I panicked.....her car was home; then I noticed her outdoor lock wasn't attached, but the door was locked from inside. I began to yell for her, ringing the doorbell, banging on windows and doors. Before long Tom was home and came up to help me.<br />
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Once we got the porch door popped open and onto the porch, the screen door was latched! OMG I had to get inside! But I was afraid of what I would find -- Lord let her be ok please! In the meantime, my Mom was on the phone with me (she and Miss T were in Myrtle Beach) and I was trying my best not to frighten her. We're figuring "Nanny probably fell asleep early and is still sleeping" -- yeah that sounds great! <br />
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We got the screen door opened and unlocked the main door, I flipped on lights calling "Nanny?" and I heard her voice!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Whew! I went immediately to her room and turned on her light -- she was in the floor! Oh the terrible look in her eyes....so small and drained looking at me with relief.<br />
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I determined she had not broken anything and Tom helped me move her legs and get her rolled over and upright. I insisted that she was obviously dehydrated and WAS GOING TO THE HOSPITAL!! She looked at me, almost to say no and then she said "clean me up first". We are not sure how long she was there, but Mom talked to her around 11am and this was now 9pm!! She was a mess! To the shower we went with Tom's assistance and he dialed 9-1-1. She thanked me over and over and over saying "I'm so glad you broke in and found me!" I said "So I am!"<br />
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In the ER she was very alert...finally got an IV into her around 11 - she was so dehydrated the EMT's couldn't get one. I wouldn't leave her alone - my brother came too. He stayed with her so that I could go home and shower and try to rest. I couldn't rest. I was so worried. He finally called me around 3:30am, and I said "Mom needs to know - call her".<br />
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At 4am I was on my way to pick Mom up from Myrtle Beach, but she said NO to wait and she'd leave around 6 or 7 to come home. So I went back to the ER to wait with Nanny. Poor girl. They weren't sure what was going on. They were testing her for everything and thought that she was going into kidney and renal failure, but they got that under control. She was having uncontrollable diarrhea - they ran the test for C.dif but each time it was negative. Hmmmmm.....then what?<br />
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Finally Mom got to the ER and was able to fill the staff in on some medical information that we were unaware of; latest medications and things that had happened at her last hospital visit for Gall Bladder surgery some 10 years ago. The atrial fib (abnormal heart rhythm) was present then and perhaps that is the concerns for tonight esp since this dehydration is a current trauma.<br />
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They finally admit her Tuesday and get her into a room (July 19) saying she is a "very sick lady". Each day she seemed to get 100% better and it was looking like we were on the road to recovery! I took Mom back to Myrtle Beach Wednesday and came home myself on Thursday.<br />
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While I was in Myrtle...Miss T began picking at her fingers and when I asked why she said "it looks like fire ant bites" and I said for her to stop messing with them. Then later in the afternoon she complained of her feet hurting....I looked at them and they looked as if she had stepped on a bed of nails, red prick marks on her feet....hmmmm. <br />
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Well low and behold, she had contracted Hand Foot and Mouth disease from none other than my Brother, who got it from his daughter who got it from a baby! Thankfully it only affected her hands and feet. My bigger little brother wasn't so lucky. His mouth blistered so, he could barely eat - as a matter of fact he said he could only eat Cool Whip!!<br />
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............to be continued!<br />
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Sharonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05430156729264046374noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6000258235202947397.post-78267170448128971582011-07-11T18:24:00.000-04:002011-07-11T18:24:19.198-04:00Trying this out<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMAtib-_2PiE9YeuAL8xwv_d5hAGb7iPsMeXS8AxCusp85PBYN96skeEnP_uX9HI_2bqPMheNuWIedkmpO1mWdaJDIcQmycp-mPoPc9AVWd9uEnZwhbTKGBnXoehH4ExZSCsZZNHuyZoe-/s1600/Monavie+juice.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMAtib-_2PiE9YeuAL8xwv_d5hAGb7iPsMeXS8AxCusp85PBYN96skeEnP_uX9HI_2bqPMheNuWIedkmpO1mWdaJDIcQmycp-mPoPc9AVWd9uEnZwhbTKGBnXoehH4ExZSCsZZNHuyZoe-/s1600/Monavie+juice.jpg" /></a></div><br />
Soooooooooo like all fads, this one has potential.<br />
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A high school friend called me and said HEY NC needs to get on this bandwagon. There are loads of success stories. I told her that I had first become aware of this product by visiting the Port Chuck band website and Steve Burton (Jason on "General Hospital" hunka-hunka) is a sponsor of the MonaVie System.<br />
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When you break it down, it's cost effective. How much would you spend on an Atkins shake? or Luna Bar? or box of Slim Fast Snack Bars? Even the Hubby considered Nutrisystem -- God help you if you didn't like the taste of the food they sent you!<br />
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Now I'll be honest....I was very skeptical about the price. BUT divide that by 30 days, and I'm sure I'll have some left over. I received 2 tubs of the shake mix....Vanilla is YUMMY and you can add fruit if you'd like! I haven't tried the Choco Berry yet -- but I'm told it's just as delish. The Chocolate Bars are GREAT! And the Snack Bar (also berry) are very good - not cardboard or paste - real food!! Also included in this package was a bottle of supplement pills to "boost" metabolism.<br />
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Since I've been sick with a sore throat and cough, I waited a week to try the product. Plus it was also my birthday week, and, well, a girls gotta have CAKE right?<br />
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Sunday I made a shake mix - 8 oz milk with 1/2 a scoop of the mix and tossed back one of the tablets. 1/2 a scoop because with the fiber content of this mix, one doesn't want to BLOW the "diet" if ya know what I mean. Tried the chocolate bar, the berry bar - nice; had a 2nd glass around lunch time. Yes, I did enjoy my coffee that morning as well, and I'm sure I had 1/2 a sandwich or peanut butter crackers too AND I ate a normal dinner. Wasn't starving........didn't have a headache from hunger pains.<br />
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Day 2 - Today. Ditto. Only with my 2nd glass I added more of the mix. Today, maybe it's because I'm trying to get over this stinking summer cold, but .....I do feel better. <br />
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My next trial is going to be the JUICE that they offer!!<br />
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Check it out! http://coastalnc.mymonavie.com/Sharonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05430156729264046374noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6000258235202947397.post-29782869580730220592011-07-04T14:48:00.000-04:002011-07-04T14:48:35.893-04:00Disney Dancing!!Well we did it! Er, SHE did it. My baby girl danced down the famous Main Street of the Happiest Place on Earth known as Walt Disney World! She's the one looking at the camera with the flying ponytail and yellow ribbon! They were exhausted by the time it was over!!<br />
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Needless to say we were some happy parents to watch our 40 dancers come down Main Street with Cinderella's Castle in the background. Awesome memories! Thank you ALL that helped make this day possible. I wish everyone could have been there with us for this experience.<br />
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We arrived around 3pm on Wednesday to the resort, checked in and headed to the Magic Kingdom for a few rides, eats and the parade and fireworks. I never get tired of those fireworks over the Castle.<br />
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The lights at night change to wonderful colors on this castle, sometimes it looks like ICE, other times the music is playing a wicked queen theme and the colors are just as eerie. Still beautiful.<br />
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Since we had park hopper passes, we jumped around to Epcot, Animal Kingdom, Hollywood Studios, back to the Magic Kingdom a couple of times, and the girls went to Typhoon Lagoon....I stayed behind for that one!<br />
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Tom....well, he joined us the first night for a couple of hours; then he made it to the Parade on Friday, alone. We didn't spend any quality, family time together that's for sure. Because we checked out of the resort on Monday, he went with us to Hollywood Studios to watch the Indiana Jones show. Then it began to rain, again, and we started our trek home.<br />
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Rain, again.....yes. THANK GOD it rained Thursday. The temps were horrible - you could sweat just thinking about going outside. Friday the temps came down about 5-7 degrees and was a bit overcast, so the kids had a better day for dancing, plus there were sprinkles here and there and an afternoon 15 minute rain storm. Sat & Sun & Mon were the same.....welcome to Summer in the South!!<br />
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Thoroughly enjoyed my time with a family that we were with.....Swanno/Morris. We had rooms side by side, traveled down together caravan style, hit the parks together and .........ahhhhhhhhh! I even got to go to FRANCE for lunch.....I've always wanted to do that, jet off to France or Italy for lunch or dinner. This time though I walked....in Epcot....while the dancers were enjoying a Gala dinner party in a private section of the park, with buffet style eating, a DJ and fun, fun, fun.<br />
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I'm ready to go back! But not till it's cooler. I like it there in December - I'm spoiled that way. Next time I'll spend more time in Epcot touring the world!<br />
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Ashley sums it up in her blog about our esteemed Judge Carroll.<br />
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I met John not long after he had become Judge for our District. We had a mutual legal friend and I introduced myself as such. Noting the Judge's witty characteristics, I tossed in a bit of my own wit too. Quickly I was happy to make his acquaintance and find him to be a "real" person, a regular guy. The genuine kind, not the stuffy judge behind the bench better than you kind. This man was human and compassionate. He had a veal for life and people. <br />
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I had opportunity to watch him in action - in Court. He commanded respect, he deserved respect. He treated the cases fairly, and didn't take any beef! If it was right it was right; if it was WRONG - you knew it! Someone asked me once if I thought that his judgment was fair and I said "Yes". Most people leave court thinking a ruling isn't fair. But, crime isn't fair - did you steal from Granny? Well, guess what....just because she's your Granny doesn't excuse anything!! <br />
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He was always happy to meet you - see you on the street, in the store, at a restaurant or at our kids school (our daughters are in the same grade/school/classes). John enjoyed being with his family. We don't often see that in many Dads (parents) these days. It was refreshing to know that John Carroll was one of the "good guys", the one you could count on, a man of integrity. Our community has suffered a great loss. John was giving, kind and funny, always had a smile and something to say!!<br />
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When John was called back to Iraq, I remember seeing him at school in his desert clothes. I don't remember if it was before going or just after coming back. It seemed like he wanted to make sure to speak with his children at that time, before/after his deployment. Some would have just said "hello/goodbye" as they passed each other at home. I wish all parents paid this much close attention to their kids. When he came home, the school posted a banner outside "WELCOME HOME".<br />
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He truly touched the lives of all he came in contact with. <br />
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So, Heaven......you've received a special Angel this week. Beware: this one comes with stories and wit and may be toking on a cigar, but you'll be glad to have him!<br />
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John, friend, thank you for all that you stood for, all that you have shown us. We will miss you!Sharonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05430156729264046374noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6000258235202947397.post-25005229734734549732011-05-21T13:43:00.000-04:002011-05-21T13:43:57.943-04:00Here My Is.....Hiatus.....well, yeah I guess.<br />
I'd like to say that I've been super busy, but that's not the case at all.<br />
Bummed out....blah, could care less.<br />
Watching others, wallering in my own boredom.<br />
All around me I see things to do, places to go, people to meet.<br />
But no......alas, I am safe in my cocoon.<br />
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I know once I'm "back in the swing" I'd have fun, feel better........now, where's that swing?<br />
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Miss T is preparing for the 8th Grade Formal.....not so formal; just a bit more dressy than church clothes. Got the dress, necklace and shoes...now what to do with hair? She loves it long and straight. Guess we'll pull up some and give it some springy curls and hope they stay! She has that fine hair that just says ........uh NO.<br />
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In a lot of joint pain. I'm sure exercise would help that (yes Mother) and I've decided to try my old tyme rheumatiz medicine again. Gin soaked Golden Raisins. Just need to remember DO NOT TAKE FIRST THING IN MORNING --- can you say GAG!!<br />
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Looking into a new endeavor too.....told little brother I would help him "officially" - that means a "real job" and on payroll. That's ok, I'll still keep the other job I've been at for 11 years, just only working 2 days a week now due to the economy. Good thing is brother's business is BOOMING and that means I'll be busy with him 2-3 days too. Geesh that puts me back at a full time scale (hmmm). It's some office work and some warehouse grunt work too. I don't mind....hope my aching bones can agree.<br />
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Hubby? Well, he visited family in Texas recently - had a good time. Godson's Communion. Now he's busy being pool and errand boy for us. Picking up Miss T from school, delivering her to me when I'm in town so that she can get to dance. <br />
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Speaking of Dance.......they started the DISNEY DANCE practice a couple weeks ago. It is a cute routine. I just hope they can last in that 25 minute march down main street in the June heat!! It's coming up fast too! June 22nd we leave out in the dark of night - easier travels. Plane fares are down a bit, but not low enough. I'm planning to rent a car rather than take mine - no need to put the miles on mine. Plus if it breaks down, Rent-a-car place can come swap out!! <br />
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Doing the math, drive/car rental & gas etc might be equal to the plane fare + car rental in Fla! AND a plane ride is faster. Just hope they don't lose my underwear!Sharonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05430156729264046374noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6000258235202947397.post-67408392652270981132011-04-06T23:18:00.000-04:002011-04-06T23:18:49.600-04:00Spring is finally here!<div style="text-align: center;">YAY!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Did the Spring Ahead thing in March and boy was it welcome! The dark, it's so suffocating.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Now we have time to enjoy the outside!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">But March and April around here seemed to have switched places.....March has been wet; April is now breezy?????? Nuts!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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So the economy is tanking; people are jobless, homeless and clueless.<br />
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Which brings me to an observation that I must vent about.<br />
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Bear in mind that I was raised Southern Baptist. <br />
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Hubby's Godchild in Texas is having his first communion - Catholic. Of course HE is expected to be there, after all he IS the GODFather. My Father in law made sure to remind him about his "duty" to this child. Round trip airfare is $350. Wow, that's a nice gift for a first communion, don't ya think?<br />
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The same FIL that called up hubby last year to REMIND him of this kid's birthday "after all you ARE the Godfather" - again a duty call. Hmmmm, I wondered if he made the same call to ALL of his children and to remind them of ALL the grandkids birth dates? NOT. For lo and behold, my daughter's birthday came and went.<br />
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Now, my car is in need of a full set of tires.....I'm running on ski's right now it seems.<br />
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But, I MUST book this flight................?????????<br />
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AND I'm planning for the Florida trip in June where Miss T will be dancing down Disney's Main Street in the Parade -- a once in a lifetime experience.<br />
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Asking a bit much to travel to Texas for a communion? Or am I not seeing the BIG picture here?<br />
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Feel free to contribute any funds for the FLORIDA trip to my paypal account!!!!!!!! I'll let Tom fly by the seat of his pants!!<br />
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I was intrigued by the "school" attitude of my nephew....no longer the mild Clark Kent, but ready to play "bad guy/good guy" and blow up my submarine. I'm calling it a school attitude since he is in his last half of Kindergarten. His first experience surrounded by a lot of kids his own age - sure he's changing, adapting, but, where's my little buddy?<br />
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Then his sister, almost 3. Sweet, kind, caring, mild mannered for the most part tonight. Don't get me wrong she IS headstrong and will do it "her way" and that's that. She is sharp too! Catches on to everything and takes notice of each detail. <br />
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She loves her brother....when she noticed his "blowing up" of the "world around us" she would quietly remove her items that were in the way, to another area, all while she "cooked" a brownie and cupcake in her Little Tikes oven. She spilled the tea, but said it was OK.<br />
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With Nephew in bed, my niece and I went downstairs to watch "Mousey"....what she calls "Tom and Jerry". I enjoyed the background music while she carefully watched the pooosey cat and mousey. <br />
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I heard a scratching on a door and realized that it was their cat, closed up in a spare room. So I let him out and for some reason he headed straight upstairs. Then I could hear my nephew giving the cat orders to get out!! and then "Aunt Sharon, Bailey needs his dinner"....."come get the cat!". Poured a scoop of dry food out for him honestly because I didn't want to smell the can food.<br />
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Later I heard a "meow" and the cat pushed open the bathroom door----to announce to me that he had a desire to go outside -- geesh, privacy here please!! <br />
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Outside -- that is where I heard it.<br />
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In the still of the night, no wind, just a tiny breeze, I could hear the rumble of the ocean waves pounding the shoreline. I LOVE THAT SOUND!! Once more I realize that I could never leave the water. I would yearn for the sound of the ocean. It made me think of my favorite spot in Nokomis Fl, on the Gulf.....no pounding waves on the shore. Just lapping of small wakes made from the tide or a boat. I love the ocean, yet the peacefulness of the Gulf is also magnetic. <br />
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Once back inside to relax and wait for the parental units, I could hear the tick-tock of the clock and the grumbling of the refrigerator. Typical house noises. The dog and cat also stretched out to relax.....and fart....and lick....and snore.<br />
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Sigh...........Sharonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05430156729264046374noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6000258235202947397.post-44835591490343375122011-01-20T12:42:00.000-05:002011-01-20T12:42:23.014-05:00Not the best week to be..........Occasionally I get the opportunity to listen to Neal Boortz. He's wonderful, shoots from the hip, like I do. Call it as you see it, ya know? Then I learn that his sidekick and producer died, Royal Marshall. WOW, I think my heart skipped a beat. You may never meet someone in person, but you can get to know and respect them.<br />
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<a href="http://www.ajc.com/news/atlanta/royal-marshall-boortz-radio-805217.html">http://www.ajc.com/news/atlanta/royal-marshall-boortz-radio-805217.html</a><br />
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And if that wasn't bad enough, one of our Dance Mom's lost a battle to Cancer this week. She had Melanoma, and was 5 months pregnant. Seems she had the cancer beat, but the pregnancy hormones stimulated its growth and ....well, she leaves 2 small children (under 10) and a loving husband. They didn't have insurance and we've set up a donation bucket for them. Other places are having benefits too -- BBQ's, motorcycle "Poker Runs" etc. Her memorial is tonight, casual attire, her request.<br />
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Another Dance Mom lost a brother yesterday to cancer.<br />
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That's 3....3's enough. Sharonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05430156729264046374noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6000258235202947397.post-34964867288598971582011-01-16T14:47:00.000-05:002011-01-16T14:47:25.066-05:00Vote for Me<div style="text-align: center;"> Here's the deal.....Prilosec OTC is having a contest for Sponsorship.</div><div style="text-align: center;">You tell them your story why they should sponsor you.</div><div style="text-align: center;">You get as many people to <span style="color: #cc0000;">VOTE EVERYDAY</span> with every email address they have.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Voting counts! Need as many votes as I can get. I know a guy personally that received notification that he had been chosen for a sponsorship and he got $1,500! They chose 4x a year. Next round of choices is soon, so get your voting fingers ready and VOTE for ME as the official Prilosec OTC Dance Mom!!</div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">We had our first "Blizzard" of the year.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Interesting how we got 6-8" of the pretty white stuff on Monday. Tuesday it was beginning to ice over on the top which made it look like a rainbow of glass! It was pretty.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">My neighboring county (just 6 miles away) only got 1-3" and some parts of it got -0- which is crazy. Or at least I think it's crazy. Imagine it if you will....I left home and ventured into work and there was only an ice crusting in the planters when I got there!!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">When I got home, I still had 4" of snow under the ice cap. Hubby said "why do you look surprised?" and I explained how ILM didn't have ANY snow left and I come home to 4" still.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">I never considered this until a friend mentioned it......it doesn't always rain here when it's raining there. You can see it coming or see it raining down the street at your neighbors house, but it might not reach your house.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">But I never thought that if it was cold enough to snow, that it would not be snowing everywhere in our immediate area. Not thinking in the terms that it doesn't always "rain" all over the place. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Where was this "fine line" where the snow started and stopped? </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Sharonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05430156729264046374noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6000258235202947397.post-65051720536538001282011-01-10T12:40:00.000-05:002011-01-10T12:40:02.494-05:002011 First Snow<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdZcFhTI-11atM9k3iImuoIHfSYhSpZ742VsNbJck0I5dJkW-H8DaaYmDwttkMDW28Tss2rAG7_djW6bHzugT8iNMBJDFe7wpN2kzpVdK64hCEzAPZzw_bAEEUSDrJLLOtNhgMG6mQIvIx/s1600/pic%253Fid%253D2e70esGUrvzniDnfxxBgJnpFyMtUE7u7ZuCX%2526size%253Dm" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdZcFhTI-11atM9k3iImuoIHfSYhSpZ742VsNbJck0I5dJkW-H8DaaYmDwttkMDW28Tss2rAG7_djW6bHzugT8iNMBJDFe7wpN2kzpVdK64hCEzAPZzw_bAEEUSDrJLLOtNhgMG6mQIvIx/s1600/pic%253Fid%253D2e70esGUrvzniDnfxxBgJnpFyMtUE7u7ZuCX%2526size%253Dm" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Well that's a crazy title.....especially here in the South.</div><div style="text-align: center;">It's not like we get snow often, but this is the 2nd since Christmas.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Funny, so far I've got about 6" and it's now snowing more.....they canceled school today and tomorrow. Funnier thing.....about 20 miles south, some friends are reporting NO sNOw.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Sharonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05430156729264046374noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6000258235202947397.post-18284677679151150892011-01-07T13:33:00.002-05:002011-01-07T13:36:13.556-05:00A week in the New Year<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQG2qn3MWpGkMGf2r8fPk-ZyOQqr01rUpkRdwTiZ8MTyHXfRrAThxx4tqnfq-XyUnRtwp_FNyTif1IOoZuge0gR2BjJB0pyGkGIrc2AMKi_fDTZ7ssxTlKMtqzqgWmadh9XUW_FhzyUwsq/s1600/pic%253Fid%253D2e70esGUrvzniDnfxxBgJnpFyC-00fbFhyUB%2526size%253Dm" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQG2qn3MWpGkMGf2r8fPk-ZyOQqr01rUpkRdwTiZ8MTyHXfRrAThxx4tqnfq-XyUnRtwp_FNyTif1IOoZuge0gR2BjJB0pyGkGIrc2AMKi_fDTZ7ssxTlKMtqzqgWmadh9XUW_FhzyUwsq/s1600/pic%253Fid%253D2e70esGUrvzniDnfxxBgJnpFyC-00fbFhyUB%2526size%253Dm" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
Well, what's been going on in 2011 so far?</div><div style="text-align: center;">Nothing!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">It's cold and gray, and we usually save that for February around here. The only thing good about January/February is that March is next! I hate wearing a coat - hate hate hate, and I know Momma said "don't hate" but darn, dislike is such a mild word for how I feel.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Tuesday Miss T had an orthodontist appointment - that's coming along great. She got them on last Summer and the Doc said she'd only have to wear them NINE months!! Wow! I had a whole 2 years worth of torture with mine!<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Speaking of her, at school they're doing this Career Planning for High School. I don't know about you, but at 14 I don't think I was too interested in thinking about a career. (Although I did toy with the idea of becoming an airline attendant or lawyer ---- I settled for Paralegal - lawyers have too much pressure!) She's a bit freaked out over the HS schedule because it seems she wanted to take certain classes (fun stuff) but this CP is designed to give you specific courses. That's all well and good - IF you know what you want to be when you grow up. I still don't!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The "selection test", if you will, said she would be good in the Arts field...well DUH, she is a dancer. She likes to draw and has a great imagination. I thought she'd become a writer -- she may still. So she puts down Interior Designer and Photographer.......not Engineer or Pharmacist! Momma's thinking "cha-ching" here!</div><div style="text-align: center;">As I've just said that, I am remembering my current feelings about employment. I want to do something FUN, something that is enjoyable. Guess I should remember that as I see her selections.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Now, we get to meet with the counselor to discuss these selections.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I did manage to go back to the j-o-b on Wed & Thurs. As usual, I found that the payments I left behind (Boss's mortgage etc) had not been sent -- yes, he signed them, and yes, they had stamped envelopes - I did all but hold his hand, but....sigh, He just can't get in gear. I made him run down to the Tax office (Jan 5th HELLO) to drop off the tax bills before he got hit with the 5% late penalty (on $60K that's a LOT!!). By Thurs I was still reminding him to drop of the mortgage payments!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRUnohN_RyacMQ7yhPAd492U62Q4DtuKLAM-GVDE3fdHwaCZwKltugm3oKt5S5Z3y2_2HZsHJsUzDPfI6xbMbfj6Te4AoOHWA3AovgFCfx4h0sWFQ8gE-VDiF5seyurdwfcqI4Cu1fKFXB/s1600/pic%253Fid%253D2e70esGUrvzniDnfxxBgJnpFyA81BKUy8lRM%2526size%253Dm" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRUnohN_RyacMQ7yhPAd492U62Q4DtuKLAM-GVDE3fdHwaCZwKltugm3oKt5S5Z3y2_2HZsHJsUzDPfI6xbMbfj6Te4AoOHWA3AovgFCfx4h0sWFQ8gE-VDiF5seyurdwfcqI4Cu1fKFXB/s1600/pic%253Fid%253D2e70esGUrvzniDnfxxBgJnpFyA81BKUy8lRM%2526size%253Dm" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Me=banging head on wall!</div><div style="text-align: center;">I have too much else to do - no time to babysit a grown man.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I went to the gym twice this week with a friend....need to continue doing this!! It's an easy thing to do, really, just do it already!! What else am I doing while I'm waiting on Miss T at dance????? Nothing....a whole lot of nothing. We will start putting together the dance costumes this weekend at the studio owner's house. It sounds easy, but.....we found out last night that some pieces haven't been ordered yet! YIKES!! Wouldn't it be ideal to have everything in and sorted and put together......before now, 3 weeks till dress rehearsal and 4 weeks until the first competition.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Let the stress begin!</div>Sharonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05430156729264046374noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6000258235202947397.post-88623677080687518102011-01-01T11:31:00.000-05:002011-01-01T11:31:37.992-05:00New Year's 2011 in My Own Bed<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim0cGzQfT7Jy57zbpdTyBeQLJvM0lHPj9FLHQHXP-zCA6wX0Z6kA_cOfJnHDMhDFPnn8kGkB9cxNbeD8LSYKbI8l6gttyfFfgWcXIC3cBUNMx4vnroOiYPe8qWYy8SE0JQMBS57_AyrMsG/s1600/pic%253Fid%253D2e70esGUrvzniDnfxxBgJnpFyORUeadt57Wa%2526size%253Dm" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim0cGzQfT7Jy57zbpdTyBeQLJvM0lHPj9FLHQHXP-zCA6wX0Z6kA_cOfJnHDMhDFPnn8kGkB9cxNbeD8LSYKbI8l6gttyfFfgWcXIC3cBUNMx4vnroOiYPe8qWYy8SE0JQMBS57_AyrMsG/s1600/pic%253Fid%253D2e70esGUrvzniDnfxxBgJnpFyORUeadt57Wa%2526size%253Dm" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Home for New Year's Eve!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">Barely, but glad we made it home before the amateur drinkers got out on the roads. Very glad to lay down in my very own bed and wake up HOME to begin the new year.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">Quite a different scene coming home -- NO SNOW! Well, there were a few remnants of large "boulders" by the road side, the ones that will take a while to melt. Even though it was registering 66 degrees, I still found it odd that the snow boulders were still there. </span> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">It was a good, quiet visit to Florida. The FIL was very accommodating, and I got to eat a wonderful Lasagna prepared especially for me by my brother-in-law.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Told y'all I was spoiled!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Spent 4 lazy days....hit a few Bealls stores, visited with friends and ate a lot. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Finally made it over to the water after leaving FIL's to head home. Miss T and I scouted for shells, which is hard at this area of the "beach". It's not a typical sand to shore area this Hudson Beach. I would have much rather been a bit more South at Siesta Key (Sarasota) or Casey Key (Nokomis).</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLTASHPKi9KOll1t9NhQFg2qt3YWVIydIEegbHS2XtwliubBFY_oTjdqLdp2cmDvrdn9rGBqSpkW4NJdteS0N0nSmhThDZ5fPaATxDwv24EV0nzecpB59iaZZi-yPVfwsZZbYJL_A0UhvM/s1600/pic%253Fid%253D2e70esGUrvzniDnfxxBgJnpFyDy9B-gffGrJ%2526size%253Dm" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLTASHPKi9KOll1t9NhQFg2qt3YWVIydIEegbHS2XtwliubBFY_oTjdqLdp2cmDvrdn9rGBqSpkW4NJdteS0N0nSmhThDZ5fPaATxDwv24EV0nzecpB59iaZZi-yPVfwsZZbYJL_A0UhvM/s320/pic%253Fid%253D2e70esGUrvzniDnfxxBgJnpFyDy9B-gffGrJ%2526size%253Dm" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Soon....the calendar will allow me to schedule a trip further South. I really need to be meditating to the drums on a Saturday night on Casey Key watching the sun set in the Gulf!! Ahhh....</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Sharonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05430156729264046374noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6000258235202947397.post-48840613241198594772010-12-29T18:40:00.000-05:002010-12-29T18:40:12.203-05:00Wednesday with Shelly<div align="center">Still in Florida and it's beginning to warm up -- slowly.</div><div align="center">My dear FIL says that this is the Suncoast because of 365 days there is sun on 370 of them. I'll take that! I love the Gulf side of Florida.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">After a light breakfast Miss T and I set out for Tampa to visit my dear friend Shelly. It was just by luck that she didn't have any of her kids (babysitting job) today. Her youngest daughter (a Sr in HS) and son (6th grade) were home. We had a wonderful visit. I also got a surprise when I arrived, a most pleasant surprise too!</div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div align="center">She made these just for me from her latest fabric shopping!! I just love love love these little bags. They are great for everything! Even my phone or camera, and boy do I ever need one for my camera and phone from time to time. Miss T is trying to claim one, so I'm keeping my eye on these! Shelly is such a talented lady - so smart.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">While I was there she walked me through a PSP trick for tagging the blinkies I like to make. I knew there was one little minor thing I was missing and sure enough.....once she did it, I smacked my head DUH!!<br />
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Would you believe I haven't made it over to the water yet? I know this sounds silly, since I live on the Atlantic Coast, but I do love the Gulf. I just wish the holidays had been scheduled differently - we would have trekked on down to the Nokomis/Sarasota area. As it is, we'll have to head home soon to beat out the New Year's traffic. Don't want to be caught up in that mess!!<br />
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