August 28, 2009

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  I've been very remiss in posting lately. My heart just hasn't been in it. Actually, my heart just hasn't been in much of anything lately.

  My mom has been in the hospital now for one month and a day....this time. In April and May, she was in for 3 weeks. She's had diverticulitis, a heart attack, perforated intestine (for which she had emergency surgery), peritonitis, a heart catheterization (which showed a half dozen or so blockages), psychosis caused by medications, and she started dialysis. She is waiting for a triple bypass, but has to get strong enough first, to withstand the surgery. And this last month, she did not even have the surgery that  she originally went in the hospital for.

  Last night, she started running a fever again. We don't know why.

  I'm just tired. And it's probably fixing to get worse. My dad is probably going to have another angioplasty, to put a stent into one of his coronary arteries. He has 7 already. One of his arteries has them lined up, end-to-end. October will be 20 years since his first bypass surgery. Bethany was only 3 years old, but they let her go into the cardiac ICU to see her Gran. She didn't want to leave. Last March was 11 years since his 2nd bypass surgery.

  I have done so little around my house in the last few months. Just the minimum we need to get by. And I've been relying a lot on frozen food. When you are counting Weight Watcher points, it's nice to have food with the points already printed on the package. It makes it so much easier. I have not lost very many pounds yet, but with my body's love of holding fluid in my feet and hands, my weight varies a lot. But the pants I had on yesterday are much looser than they use to be just a couple of weeks ago. I catch myself pulling them up a lot. Steve has lost almost 25 pounds. This week I have not lost anything, eventhough I have stayed within my points, and I have been getting tons of activity points. That means exercise. Everything counts...just walking in Walmart counts. And I do a lot of that. I feel like I live there.

  I look around at my house and know there is no way I am going to get done everything I wanted to get done anytime soon. Our dining room is still without flooring. Our half bath is still gutted. There is a leak in the bathroom upstairs above this one, that needs to be fixed before we can remodel the downstairs bath. Upstairs carpet needs to be pulled up and replaced. Our back yard is a jungle. Last week, the ceiling in Rachael's old room fell in. The air conditioner drain pan overflowed. Brandon fixed that, but it did not stop sopping wet sheetrock from falling. *Sigh* It is always something. And there is never enough time.

  I'm still working on the scrapbook for my mom. I still have a number of pages to go. Last night I broke down and bought a tote for organizing my scrapbook stuff. Not a fancy one specially made for that...just a tote where I can organize. I had it all in decorative hat boxes I bought at Hobby Lobby years ago, but those are falling apart. And this desk is such a mess now, I cannot find anything.

  Tomorrow morning we have a workday at the church to get ready for a concert Sunday night. Some of the ladies in our church were big fans of a quartet called The Relations. They are no longer going by that name. They are called Paul's Journey. But the tenor that use to sing with them is on his own now, and is doing a concert Sunday night. We'll have a potluck dinner afterwards. We are Baptist. Potluck dinners are in our bylaws.

  
  

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  And now there is a bill to give the president power to shut down the internet. It is the Cybersecurity Act of 2009.

  Things are happening way too fast. You had better be watching the clouds.
  

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  Just thought this was funny:

  HAVING MOM OVER FOR DINNER
  

  You don't even have to be a mother to enjoy this one...

  Brian invited his mother over for dinner. During the course of the meal, Brian's mother couldn't help but notice how beautiful Brian's roommate, Jennifer, was. Brian's Mom had long been suspicious of the platonic relationship between Brian and Jennifer, and this had only made her more curious.
  
  Over the course of the evening, while watching the two interact, she started to wonder if there was more between Brian and Jennifer than met the eye.
  
  Reading his mom's thoughts, Brian volunteered, 'I know what you must be thinking, but I assure you Jennifer and I are just roommates.'
  
  About a week later, Jennifer came to Brian saying, 'Ever since your mother came to dinner, I've been unable to find the beautiful silver gravy ladle. You don't suppose she took it, do you?'
  
  Brian said, 'Well, I doubt it, but I'll send her an e-mail just to be sure.
  So he sat down and wrote:
  __________________________________________________________
  
  Dear Mom,
  
  I'm not saying that you 'did' take the gravy ladle from the house, I'm not saying that you 'did not' take the gravy ladle. But the fact remains that one has been missing ever since you were here for dinner.
  Love, Brian
  _________________________________________________________
  
  Several days later, Brian received an e-mail back from his mother that read:
  
  ____________________________________________________
  
  Dear Son,
  
  I'm not saying that you 'do' sleep with Jennifer, I'm not saying that you 'do not' sleep with Jennifer. But the fact remains that if Jennifer is sleeping in her own bed, she would have found the gravy ladle by now.
  
  Love, Mom

  LESSON OF THE DAY - NEVER LIE TO YOUR MOTHER   
  

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