Wow, it's been a long month, but my neighbor/new roomate is home.
Gk went into the hospital May 7th. There were many days we wondered if he would ever be able to come home again. He is one of the strongest men I have ever met. Kind of like a cat with nine lives. When I told him we had called a chaplain in to bless him because we didn't think he would make it through the night, he just looked at me and smiled. Maybe he just wanted to pull through so he could live with me, my Husband, eight year old son and three dogs. Whatever the reasons, he is sooo happy to finally be home and seems to be feeling really well. I love being in this house with him, and Mike say's he feels more comfortable now than he has in the last year. I think it's better to be here in the house with him because you don't worry about something happening when your gone. With Grammy, I always felt like Gk could call if they needed me, but when he is here alone, it's different.
We had a big welcome home dinner last night with Birthday cake and ice cream for dessert. We all sat around and talked and laughed and later it was like going to sleep on Walton's Mountain. Good-nights echoing through the house.
We have all five dogs in the house, and let me tell you....you have never seen a fatter, lazier bunch of dogs in your life. If their not eating, their sleeping.
Julie was here to help us move, and I have to say, if she hadn't come we never would have been able to do it. The woman is a machine. If she's not doing, she's thinking of doing, and always thinking of better ways to do what needs to be done. Everything went so smoothly and we had a fun time together.
Thanks J : )
So, I have laundry to do and lunch to make.
I also need to start really cleaning the little house, GK wants to fix the roof and rent it out. Soon.
C ya
Thursday, May 31, 2007
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
I'm Back!
I'm online again!!!
I'm on my way to get GK so I will fill in the blanks this afternoon : )
The Neighbor is coming HOME!......except now he's my roomate!! : )
See Ya
I'm on my way to get GK so I will fill in the blanks this afternoon : )
The Neighbor is coming HOME!......except now he's my roomate!! : )
See Ya
Saturday, May 26, 2007
Friday, May 25, 2007
Happy/Sad
Which do you want first? The good news or the bad news?
Ok, the GOOD news is that GK is coming home TUESDAY!!!! OMG, I am so happy. Not as happy as he is, but really happy : )
The sad news is that I won't be able to go north for a visit. Oh well, there's lot's of other weekends for that, and now that we have "Trailerpark Coffe Talk", it's almost like being there. I just can't see you.
So, that leaves us with a busy weekend ahead of us. Kind of like moving, but not really. It's only across the driveway and we're not taking everything. Just bedrooms and bathrooms. The rest will stay here so when Family comes there's a house ready to stay in.
GK had his Doctors apt today and got a great report. There was some confusion about the appointment though. I thought the Doc was coming to see him, so when I called to confirm that and they told me no, GK needed to come into the office I questioned how we were supposed to do that. They said they would just cancel the appointment for now and reschedule later. Ok.
So, I went to get GK's new glasses and then went in to see him.
He was gone.
Turns out someone called for a cab. The cab driver picked him up WITHOUT shoes, hat, nothing and took him to DIALYSIS. What? Dialysis? Anyway, when dialysis got him they figured out where he needed to be and got him there on time. I came flyin' in the door just in time and things went off without a hitch.
The Doc said GK is doing really good. He took him off of a bunch of medications, and started one or two new ones. All his levels are holding well and he is getting stronger every day.
He said Gk could come home any time.
ARGGGHHHH.......
Tuesday!
We have to get our ass in gear. Four days to have everything ready!
We can do it, and I have to say, it's happy pressure.
Gizmo's first Mom came for a visit today and that was fun. I was a little affraid she would want him back, but she didn't. She just misses him. I told her to come over anytime, we would be happy to see her. It was nice to have a visitor and laugh and talk about different things for an hour or so. She told me they have moved into their new house in Hillsboro.
THAT'S WHERE THE LITTLE PEOPLE LIVE!
Her kids will be going to school with the little people kids!! Fun.
Maybe I could go over to her house for dinner and a school assembly sometime ; )
Mike just got home, so we need to go plan a move.
Ok, the GOOD news is that GK is coming home TUESDAY!!!! OMG, I am so happy. Not as happy as he is, but really happy : )
The sad news is that I won't be able to go north for a visit. Oh well, there's lot's of other weekends for that, and now that we have "Trailerpark Coffe Talk", it's almost like being there. I just can't see you.
So, that leaves us with a busy weekend ahead of us. Kind of like moving, but not really. It's only across the driveway and we're not taking everything. Just bedrooms and bathrooms. The rest will stay here so when Family comes there's a house ready to stay in.
GK had his Doctors apt today and got a great report. There was some confusion about the appointment though. I thought the Doc was coming to see him, so when I called to confirm that and they told me no, GK needed to come into the office I questioned how we were supposed to do that. They said they would just cancel the appointment for now and reschedule later. Ok.
So, I went to get GK's new glasses and then went in to see him.
He was gone.
Turns out someone called for a cab. The cab driver picked him up WITHOUT shoes, hat, nothing and took him to DIALYSIS. What? Dialysis? Anyway, when dialysis got him they figured out where he needed to be and got him there on time. I came flyin' in the door just in time and things went off without a hitch.
The Doc said GK is doing really good. He took him off of a bunch of medications, and started one or two new ones. All his levels are holding well and he is getting stronger every day.
He said Gk could come home any time.
ARGGGHHHH.......
Tuesday!
We have to get our ass in gear. Four days to have everything ready!
We can do it, and I have to say, it's happy pressure.
Gizmo's first Mom came for a visit today and that was fun. I was a little affraid she would want him back, but she didn't. She just misses him. I told her to come over anytime, we would be happy to see her. It was nice to have a visitor and laugh and talk about different things for an hour or so. She told me they have moved into their new house in Hillsboro.
THAT'S WHERE THE LITTLE PEOPLE LIVE!
Her kids will be going to school with the little people kids!! Fun.
Maybe I could go over to her house for dinner and a school assembly sometime ; )
Mike just got home, so we need to go plan a move.
Thursday, May 24, 2007
BREAKING NEWS
This is almost for sure.
I will be in the Valley June 2nd.
Everybody meet at Shelley's on Saturday night.
Not much else new today. I went to see GK this morning. He is doing so much better every day. I think he will be home in a week or ten days. Last night he asked Mike and I if we would move into the big house with him. Of course we told him we would. So it looks like that's our new project...getting the upstairs ready for Wyatt, and getting all our stuff together in our little house and figure out somewhere to store it.
Whatever it takes to get the neighbor home : )
I tried the new vanilla frosty at Wendy's last night. Really good.
Ok, I'm doing GK's laundry to take back this evening.
See Ya.
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
New Neighbors
I don't know if this is funny or not, but last night when we took the dogs in to see GK, Wilmer rolled over to see what was going on. As they were sitting in their chairs next to each other the first thing I thought of were those two old men who sat in the balcony in the Muppet show. Remember them??
Heres a picture of them.
GK is doing ok today. I feel like he is really sad, but trying to make the best of the situation. He's rolling around in his chair trying to get the strength back in his legs and has a positive outlook on physical therapy. He said the food is good and the nurses are friendly and he always looks forward to seeing his dogs.
When I go back today I'll take Pooter. I'll wash him first so he can smell pleasant for his first visit. If you have spent any time down here, you know how much Pooter loves the Neighbor. When he get's outside he always runs over to the patio and jumps in one of the chairs and if you turn you back for to long he runs around to the deck looking for his Buddy. Gk said he would really like to see "The Little Fat Bastard", so Pooter gets to go.
When I was at Costco with Kelly last week I saw a new video camera called a "Flip". It was less than a hundred dollars, so I think I'll go back and get it. Then I can take video's at "camp" of GK and the dogs and maybe catch some good stuff of He and Wimer.
Getting Ready
As soon as Wyatt is out the door I will head to town to see the neighbor. We all went in last night, and he was waiting in the reception area for us. It didn't take long to figure out he was confused. He was ok with the fact he was "at camp", that didn't seem to bother him at all. He thought it was morning, and that he was getting ready to eat breakfast.
So, we all went down to his room, except Wyatt who had 87 new friends to make, and closed the door so it would be quiet and his dog's couldn't get out. He was really happy to see us, and knew who we were, it was just everything else he was kind of goofed up about.
I guess it could just be a new environment and he needs time to adjust. I really took it as quite a blow last night though after having such a great day.
We took Wyatt swimming after leaving GK. That was fun, and we got to see two Dad's get into a fight.
Then we picked up some dinner and headed home to finish off the season of Dancing With The Stars. I got to tired and looked up an East Coast feed and found out Apollo won. I figured he would, and was just happy Joey took second.
Ok, I have to get Wyatt out the door and then go to town.
More later maybe.......
So, we all went down to his room, except Wyatt who had 87 new friends to make, and closed the door so it would be quiet and his dog's couldn't get out. He was really happy to see us, and knew who we were, it was just everything else he was kind of goofed up about.
I guess it could just be a new environment and he needs time to adjust. I really took it as quite a blow last night though after having such a great day.
We took Wyatt swimming after leaving GK. That was fun, and we got to see two Dad's get into a fight.
Then we picked up some dinner and headed home to finish off the season of Dancing With The Stars. I got to tired and looked up an East Coast feed and found out Apollo won. I figured he would, and was just happy Joey took second.
Ok, I have to get Wyatt out the door and then go to town.
More later maybe.......
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
Great Day
Wow, what a day.
I went to the hospital at about 10:00 this morning. GK was ready to go and waiting for his clothes. He told me the Dr had been in this morning and set up a visit with him on Friday. He said PT had been in to help him excercise and he would continue with PT at the new place. We had a long talk about Dr. Barth and why we made the decision to out him. I told him in detail how bad it had been and if it wasn't for Dr.Y he may still be in that condition. GK was happy that we had made the decision we did and was eager to get out and on to the next step.
The nurses came in and got him dressed and ready and we just waited for the "cabulance" to come. I got a little leaky when it was time to say good-bye to all the hospital people. They have all been so nice to us and taken such good care of GK.
Ok, on our way to the nursing home. I get there first and wait inside. Gk and his driver show up with GK sitting straight up in his tall back wheel chair locked into position in the back. Hat on looking out the window making a general assesment of his new digs. Lucky for us, he didn't bolt : )
Out of the van and down the hall to room 39.
Wilmer is waiting. Wilmer is GK's roomate who will be 98 next Tuesday. Wilmer has never married and lives with his 93 year old sister, that is until he hurt his hip. He is in the same boat as GK. Two old guys with bad hips. Only difference is Wilmer is old enough to be GK's Father and is hard of hearing so he shouts at Grampy. Wilmer and his sister live in the house they were born in that their Father built in ought 3. He paid eighty dollars for the land.
Wilmer's sister just fell and had to have nine stiches in her lip and looks like Hitler now, but she should heel up fine. She comes in with their black pug who she was chasing when she fell and busted her lip and scratched her glasses. Her scratched glasses make it hard for her to drive, but she seems to do ok, and still comes to visit every day. She never married either and doesn't have any kids, so they are leaving the house to the historical society in Oregon City.
I am looking forward to some good Wilmer stories.
Gk and I had a nice lunch. Chicken and Burlington brown beans. I didn't eat, but tomorrow I can if I bring a dollar. I'm going to take the waffle maker in and fix up some waffles for GK and Wilmer and maybe even Wilmers sister. I think I'll do that Thursday or Friday. I left about 1:30 so I would have time to get to Bi-Mart to buy some sweats for GK's new excersise program. I have them washing now and then will need to put his name in all the labels. Kind of like going to camp. I got him a bunch of sugar free candy so he can snack without raising his blood sugar and a picture frame for a nice picture of his dogs. I will go to the big house and get a clock and some other homey things for him and spruce up his room a bit.
Camp. I like that. Maybe that's how we could refer to the nursing home. GK is at camp : )
Mike and Wyatt and I will take the dogs in for a visit this evening and make sure he's comfortable. Now that he's back in his right mind I think it would be easy for him to get lonely, so we'll wear out the road between town and home.
John called and is back in town. He will be in to see GK tomorrow too. He has been in Spokane helping his Sister with her husband who has been very sick.
The dentist called today and I go in on June 7th to have my tooth finished. I told her what a traumatic experience it had been having the root canal. She felt really bad and is now concerned there may be problems. She said it shouldn't still be hurtingOHMYGAWD, I have to go...Marcia Brady is on Dr. Phil for being screwed up and fat!!!
I went to the hospital at about 10:00 this morning. GK was ready to go and waiting for his clothes. He told me the Dr had been in this morning and set up a visit with him on Friday. He said PT had been in to help him excercise and he would continue with PT at the new place. We had a long talk about Dr. Barth and why we made the decision to out him. I told him in detail how bad it had been and if it wasn't for Dr.Y he may still be in that condition. GK was happy that we had made the decision we did and was eager to get out and on to the next step.
The nurses came in and got him dressed and ready and we just waited for the "cabulance" to come. I got a little leaky when it was time to say good-bye to all the hospital people. They have all been so nice to us and taken such good care of GK.
Ok, on our way to the nursing home. I get there first and wait inside. Gk and his driver show up with GK sitting straight up in his tall back wheel chair locked into position in the back. Hat on looking out the window making a general assesment of his new digs. Lucky for us, he didn't bolt : )
Out of the van and down the hall to room 39.
Wilmer is waiting. Wilmer is GK's roomate who will be 98 next Tuesday. Wilmer has never married and lives with his 93 year old sister, that is until he hurt his hip. He is in the same boat as GK. Two old guys with bad hips. Only difference is Wilmer is old enough to be GK's Father and is hard of hearing so he shouts at Grampy. Wilmer and his sister live in the house they were born in that their Father built in ought 3. He paid eighty dollars for the land.
Wilmer's sister just fell and had to have nine stiches in her lip and looks like Hitler now, but she should heel up fine. She comes in with their black pug who she was chasing when she fell and busted her lip and scratched her glasses. Her scratched glasses make it hard for her to drive, but she seems to do ok, and still comes to visit every day. She never married either and doesn't have any kids, so they are leaving the house to the historical society in Oregon City.
I am looking forward to some good Wilmer stories.
Gk and I had a nice lunch. Chicken and Burlington brown beans. I didn't eat, but tomorrow I can if I bring a dollar. I'm going to take the waffle maker in and fix up some waffles for GK and Wilmer and maybe even Wilmers sister. I think I'll do that Thursday or Friday. I left about 1:30 so I would have time to get to Bi-Mart to buy some sweats for GK's new excersise program. I have them washing now and then will need to put his name in all the labels. Kind of like going to camp. I got him a bunch of sugar free candy so he can snack without raising his blood sugar and a picture frame for a nice picture of his dogs. I will go to the big house and get a clock and some other homey things for him and spruce up his room a bit.
Camp. I like that. Maybe that's how we could refer to the nursing home. GK is at camp : )
Mike and Wyatt and I will take the dogs in for a visit this evening and make sure he's comfortable. Now that he's back in his right mind I think it would be easy for him to get lonely, so we'll wear out the road between town and home.
John called and is back in town. He will be in to see GK tomorrow too. He has been in Spokane helping his Sister with her husband who has been very sick.
The dentist called today and I go in on June 7th to have my tooth finished. I told her what a traumatic experience it had been having the root canal. She felt really bad and is now concerned there may be problems. She said it shouldn't still be hurtingOHMYGAWD, I have to go...Marcia Brady is on Dr. Phil for being screwed up and fat!!!
Monday, May 21, 2007
Sunday, May 20, 2007
A Big Piece of Pork
Well, we cleaned Wyatt's room yesterday. Another mission accomplished. I can't understand how it gets so bad so fast. Well, yes I can. I'm the one who slept on the couch for an entire winter until Wendy said I had to clean my room and sleep in my own bed. I think I'm just lucky to have Mike to keep our ship shape.
After We were done I headed to the Hospital. They called to say Gk was having a hard time and needed some family grounding. Kelly left before I did and was helping him kind of understand where he was. He thought he was in Vancuver, but needed to go to Woodburn and wanted Kelly to take him there. I'm glad he looks to her for transportaion instead of me because he can get pretty fired up when he doesn't get to go. When I got there he asked how my tooth was and how the dogs were. Then we just sat and watched a building going up across the street, a man riding a horse out in the pasture and contemplated all the rocks that needed moving. All that from his Hopital room. So, as you can imagine, he is still a little out of it.
After talking to the Doctor, Kelly and I headed for Costco. She gave Mike and I a gift card, so off we were to make good use of it. Costco is not only a good place to shop, but a great way of wasting an entire afternoon while snacking, reading and people watching. The most astute observation I made yesterday was that while most everyone who shops there is fat, they don't sell fat girl clothes. I picked up one sweater that was an XL but it would not have fit Wyatt. Who are they trying to kid?
Kelly got a new phone while we wre there. She got a great deal on a new Razor. Funny she had to come to OREGON to get hip.
While she was doing that, I went to the techie department and asked the kid how to post video on the blog. He told me to do it through youtube with an easy explanation of how to. I got home and...walaaa!!! We now have "video blog". Very easy. So easy even I could do it.
I bought one of those long pork loins. Kelly told me thats the only way to go for pork chops. Cheap and really good, cut to your desired thickness. We had stuffed pork chops and a fresh salad for dinner, and cheesecake with berries and whip cream for dessert. Yummy.
I talked to Julie yesterday. I hate to even repeat her day, but I will. It started out with Ingrid slamming her finger in the car door, smashing it to guts and bone. Uughghhh. Doesn't that make your stomache hurt. I feel so sorry for Ingrid. I feel so sorry for Mike and Julie. When stuff like that happens to your kids, I think it can hurt you just as bad. Then Julie and a friend made an entire "Indian", like east Indian, not native American, dinner for almost a hundred people. A good friend of hers turned fifty and had a big party. Turning fifty, I hope her stomache could handle all the spice. I hope she took a Zantac first. Acid reflux gets worse the older you get.
In my book, that's a big day. I think I would have gone back to bed after the finger crisis.
I have to go shower. We are taking Wyatt shopping for pants today. Both outer and inner. We just had to buy new shoes last week. Not just because of the stink, but because his feet are growing so fast. Just like the rest of him
have a good Sunday
After We were done I headed to the Hospital. They called to say Gk was having a hard time and needed some family grounding. Kelly left before I did and was helping him kind of understand where he was. He thought he was in Vancuver, but needed to go to Woodburn and wanted Kelly to take him there. I'm glad he looks to her for transportaion instead of me because he can get pretty fired up when he doesn't get to go. When I got there he asked how my tooth was and how the dogs were. Then we just sat and watched a building going up across the street, a man riding a horse out in the pasture and contemplated all the rocks that needed moving. All that from his Hopital room. So, as you can imagine, he is still a little out of it.
After talking to the Doctor, Kelly and I headed for Costco. She gave Mike and I a gift card, so off we were to make good use of it. Costco is not only a good place to shop, but a great way of wasting an entire afternoon while snacking, reading and people watching. The most astute observation I made yesterday was that while most everyone who shops there is fat, they don't sell fat girl clothes. I picked up one sweater that was an XL but it would not have fit Wyatt. Who are they trying to kid?
Kelly got a new phone while we wre there. She got a great deal on a new Razor. Funny she had to come to OREGON to get hip.
While she was doing that, I went to the techie department and asked the kid how to post video on the blog. He told me to do it through youtube with an easy explanation of how to. I got home and...walaaa!!! We now have "video blog". Very easy. So easy even I could do it.
I bought one of those long pork loins. Kelly told me thats the only way to go for pork chops. Cheap and really good, cut to your desired thickness. We had stuffed pork chops and a fresh salad for dinner, and cheesecake with berries and whip cream for dessert. Yummy.
I talked to Julie yesterday. I hate to even repeat her day, but I will. It started out with Ingrid slamming her finger in the car door, smashing it to guts and bone. Uughghhh. Doesn't that make your stomache hurt. I feel so sorry for Ingrid. I feel so sorry for Mike and Julie. When stuff like that happens to your kids, I think it can hurt you just as bad. Then Julie and a friend made an entire "Indian", like east Indian, not native American, dinner for almost a hundred people. A good friend of hers turned fifty and had a big party. Turning fifty, I hope her stomache could handle all the spice. I hope she took a Zantac first. Acid reflux gets worse the older you get.
In my book, that's a big day. I think I would have gone back to bed after the finger crisis.
I have to go shower. We are taking Wyatt shopping for pants today. Both outer and inner. We just had to buy new shoes last week. Not just because of the stink, but because his feet are growing so fast. Just like the rest of him
have a good Sunday
Saturday, May 19, 2007
Friday, May 18, 2007
The Day After
Let me start out by saying it was horrible. It really was. They didn't have gas, which I use to have my teeth cleaned. So you can imaigine how it was having a root canal in a right state of mind. It was like he was pulling my brains through a little hole in my mouth with an ice pick and then cleaning up with a toilet brush. I can't talk anymore about that.
I called the hospital this morning and GK was restless and aggitated last night. That is not so good news. We thought he was through that now with his new Doctor and not jacked up on all the medication. It seems like the last few days he has been slipping again. Better during the day than at nght, but still, he is more and more confused and disoriented each day. I don't think he is having the scary halucinations this time. I know he isn't. He just thinks he's working at the hospital in the kitchen, ten hour days and really hard work. At least it helps him pass the time.
Last night he pulled his I.V again. That has got to hurt.
I wish I knew why getting old had to be such a rotten job.
Wyatt has late start today, so he's on the couch watching t.v. He has been playing outside a ton with all the nice weather.
Mike is keeping the lawn like he was tending to the White House grounds. He loves his new mower. He still makes it sound like a chore to "have" to mow the lawn, but I know when he starts talking about it at 9:00 a.m and it turns into a countdown for the rest of the day after just mowing two days ago, he's looking forward to it. I want him to fix one of the old broken mowers just enough so I can ride it around. You know, to check the mail or feed the chickens. It could be a true white trash four wheeler.
I could wear a kitchen pot as a helmet and pot holders for knee pads in case I crash.
After dinner last night we watched Best in Show. I love that movie. If you haven't seen it, rent it. Mike didn't laugh so much or think it was so funny, but he doesn't get that kind of humor. He likes Larry the Cable Guy kind of funny, the kind of funny when they tell you to laugh. I just don't think he gets subtle retarded humor. Maybe that's a good thing. Maybe only subtle retards get it. Anywho, I laughed so hard my face hurt and my sides ached. Kelly must be a subtle retard too, because she was laughing just as much as I was.
I just turned my neck wrong and now it hurts. That, and Wyatt just came in to show me how cool it looks when you use a sharpy marker to make dot's all over you ENTIRE body. I don't think that's gonna wash off in an hour.
I need to go find an s.o.s and some tylenol.
I called the hospital this morning and GK was restless and aggitated last night. That is not so good news. We thought he was through that now with his new Doctor and not jacked up on all the medication. It seems like the last few days he has been slipping again. Better during the day than at nght, but still, he is more and more confused and disoriented each day. I don't think he is having the scary halucinations this time. I know he isn't. He just thinks he's working at the hospital in the kitchen, ten hour days and really hard work. At least it helps him pass the time.
Last night he pulled his I.V again. That has got to hurt.
I wish I knew why getting old had to be such a rotten job.
Wyatt has late start today, so he's on the couch watching t.v. He has been playing outside a ton with all the nice weather.
Mike is keeping the lawn like he was tending to the White House grounds. He loves his new mower. He still makes it sound like a chore to "have" to mow the lawn, but I know when he starts talking about it at 9:00 a.m and it turns into a countdown for the rest of the day after just mowing two days ago, he's looking forward to it. I want him to fix one of the old broken mowers just enough so I can ride it around. You know, to check the mail or feed the chickens. It could be a true white trash four wheeler.
I could wear a kitchen pot as a helmet and pot holders for knee pads in case I crash.
After dinner last night we watched Best in Show. I love that movie. If you haven't seen it, rent it. Mike didn't laugh so much or think it was so funny, but he doesn't get that kind of humor. He likes Larry the Cable Guy kind of funny, the kind of funny when they tell you to laugh. I just don't think he gets subtle retarded humor. Maybe that's a good thing. Maybe only subtle retards get it. Anywho, I laughed so hard my face hurt and my sides ached. Kelly must be a subtle retard too, because she was laughing just as much as I was.
I just turned my neck wrong and now it hurts. That, and Wyatt just came in to show me how cool it looks when you use a sharpy marker to make dot's all over you ENTIRE body. I don't think that's gonna wash off in an hour.
I need to go find an s.o.s and some tylenol.
Thursday, May 17, 2007
I'm Ready
O.k, I think I'm up for this. I didn't sleep to well last night, but that's good. A little pre-rummy for the Tooth Nazi.
I am wearing my white cotton large utility bra and underpants. That way, if I do have to be addmited to the hospital they won't think I'm some kind of perv or nymphomaniac. I'm wearing a panty liner in case I pee a little under sedation. I have on eye makeup and a light dusting of facial powder to cover my enlarged pores so the "Doctor" and his lynchmen will find me somewhat attractive and maybe form a protective bond with me. I am going into this with high hopes and a positive attitude.
With any luck you'll hear from me this afternoon
M
P.S
I trimmed my nose hair and plucked the long hair on my chin!
I am wearing my white cotton large utility bra and underpants. That way, if I do have to be addmited to the hospital they won't think I'm some kind of perv or nymphomaniac. I'm wearing a panty liner in case I pee a little under sedation. I have on eye makeup and a light dusting of facial powder to cover my enlarged pores so the "Doctor" and his lynchmen will find me somewhat attractive and maybe form a protective bond with me. I am going into this with high hopes and a positive attitude.
With any luck you'll hear from me this afternoon
M
P.S
I trimmed my nose hair and plucked the long hair on my chin!
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
Just So ya Know
I may be awake early tomorrow and have plenty of time to tell you this, or I may not.
I am having kind of an emergency root canal tomorrow morning at 9:00 a.m.
I went to the dentist to have my tooth checked Monday, and I go in tomorrow to have it fixed.
Have I already talked about this? If I have you can feel safe leaving, because I don't think I have anything exciting to talk about other than my rotten tooth. It quit hurting so bad after I started the antibiotics, but I guess it still nedds to be fixed. It kind of gives me the heebes thinking about some RAGING infection simmering in my mouth. The mouth I eat M&M's with. The mouth I drink my lightly sweetened coffee with. The same mouth I use to kiss my Husband with...eewwwwwww, are you grossed out yet? I know Shelley is! Just say "pus" one time, and Shelley loses her mind, or "booger" she can't stand "booger". Becky doesn't like "booger" either. I don't think there's a word I don't like. I'm thinking. Nope, can't think of one.
We are going in to see GK again soon. He's doing really well today. He even has his contacts in. He needed to wear them to do his "P.T" test. He kind of walks like a drunken sailor with his glasses. No depth perception.
So, we will go in, have a visit, pop out his eyes and come home for dinner.
Maybe when I get home tomorrow I'll do a post-root canal, drug induced blog.
Do you get drugs for a root canal? If not, I'll just take a bunch of Tylenol and a swig of GK's homemade wine from the barn.
Bye Bye Ian Dumbering
I called for a GK update at 6:oo and he is doing really well : } I think maybe taking him off all those meds was the best thing that could have been done. He is still kind of "out of it", but hey, out of oit is ok by me. As long as he is comfortable and happy.
The nurses say he knows who we are, just not what he is doing. Yesterday he spent the day at the hospital taking inventory of the groceries and stacking pallets. I guess there was a 25lb frozen turkey he needed to cut up but Kelly kept giving him the wrong saw. Then when she did get the right saw, it didn't have a blade. But, he was able to name all of us girls, how many kids we had and all of their names. Crazy how the mind works.
Did anyone watch dancing with the stars last night? I was so glad to see dumb Ian go. I think he dances like a Ken doll. That wig had to be THE dumbest, and I wanted to punch his quivering lip. I thought Apolo was fantastic. The cha cha was so great, and then to have the middle judge say noooo, to sexy. Whatever. I was ok with the score they got though because Joey is my favorite. I almost cried when I heard they were in bottom two last week.
Last night. OMG. Was he the BEST? Yes, he was.
I think I may have to you tube the dance today. Both dances. The last one in the yellow and black outfit....are there even words to say how great it was.
I don't know if I will be able to watch the rest of the competition because if he loses I will be so upset. I will be a nervous wreck praying he doesn't make a mistake or wear something dumb. I can't handle the stress, I can't watch.
Lloyd sent a picture home for Kelly and the boys of him in Iraq holding a big gun in front of his plane. The boys are so impressed by it and showing all their friends that Kelly began to feel a little slighted about just being Mom and not having a gun. So we backed Mikes new lawn mower out of the garage and held guns (mine was just a bb gun, don't worry) while Mike took our picture to send to Lloyd and the boys. She titled it "Moms with guns" and captioned that we had just finished rounding the perimiter and all was secure.
I will show you the picture, but keep in mind, I have gained a few pounds, but house coats add 10 lbs.
I have to go.
Ciao'
The nurses say he knows who we are, just not what he is doing. Yesterday he spent the day at the hospital taking inventory of the groceries and stacking pallets. I guess there was a 25lb frozen turkey he needed to cut up but Kelly kept giving him the wrong saw. Then when she did get the right saw, it didn't have a blade. But, he was able to name all of us girls, how many kids we had and all of their names. Crazy how the mind works.
Did anyone watch dancing with the stars last night? I was so glad to see dumb Ian go. I think he dances like a Ken doll. That wig had to be THE dumbest, and I wanted to punch his quivering lip. I thought Apolo was fantastic. The cha cha was so great, and then to have the middle judge say noooo, to sexy. Whatever. I was ok with the score they got though because Joey is my favorite. I almost cried when I heard they were in bottom two last week.
Last night. OMG. Was he the BEST? Yes, he was.
I think I may have to you tube the dance today. Both dances. The last one in the yellow and black outfit....are there even words to say how great it was.
I don't know if I will be able to watch the rest of the competition because if he loses I will be so upset. I will be a nervous wreck praying he doesn't make a mistake or wear something dumb. I can't handle the stress, I can't watch.
Lloyd sent a picture home for Kelly and the boys of him in Iraq holding a big gun in front of his plane. The boys are so impressed by it and showing all their friends that Kelly began to feel a little slighted about just being Mom and not having a gun. So we backed Mikes new lawn mower out of the garage and held guns (mine was just a bb gun, don't worry) while Mike took our picture to send to Lloyd and the boys. She titled it "Moms with guns" and captioned that we had just finished rounding the perimiter and all was secure.
I will show you the picture, but keep in mind, I have gained a few pounds, but house coats add 10 lbs.
I have to go.
Ciao'
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
Updating the Update
Ok, here's the lowdown. Last saturday Gk was up at 2:30 a.m with really bad hip pain. We were supposed to go visit Betty at the Coast, but obviously that was put on hold. We delt with the pain and high blood pressure resulting from pain and seemed to make it through the day without any major issues.
Sunday morning I was at the house by about 6:45 a.m. He was standing at the sliding glass door with clothes on inside out and one shoe on. He said he had been calling for me as I was out feeding the animals, but that I must not of heard him. I had not been outside other than to walk across the driveway. I asked him if he had slept o.k and he told me he had not slept at all, he wasn't tired. Hmm....sleep deprivation? That's what I went with.
We stayed pretty quiet that day, watched movies, read the paper, and later in the day when he insisted we go to town, I drove him. He needed shoe laces and soda pop. I was starting to worry. During dinner we noticed he was starting to see things that weren't there and speaking to people we couldn't see. I thought, he just needs to get some sleep.
He wouldn't sleep.
He was like a sleepless Superman. His energy just kept increasing instead of decreasing, but by 11:00 p.m we were convincied he was down for the night. Mike had taken the last shift and had left him comfortable in bed with all the lights out and doors locked. At 2:00 a.m I went to check on things and as I crossed the driveway I could see EVERY light in the house was on and GK cruising around.
He was in a great mood, very happy, just looking for Grammy. I called Kelly in Montana and told her I thought it was time to take him to the E.R. She agreed and we were on our way.
If you didn't know my Grampy you would not have known there was a problem. He was so charming and sensical with the ladies in addmitting, they were looking at me like maybe I should be seeing a doctor. It wasn't until he was in a room talking with the E.R nurse about the cows in the hallway that they started to take notice.
They took blood tests, an EKG and cat scan and found he was having some kidney troubles, which was causing dehydration which may be causing the "mildly odd" behavior. They would settle him in a room for further testing.
Off to room 2022, the Ken Fahrenholz suite.
I wait until he is comfortable before I head home for some much needed rest.
At 1:00 we head back to town in hopes of meeting his doctor for rounds.
At 1:25 he "crashed".
We got there just as things were really getting bad, and he was able to tell me to let him go. He wanted to be comfortable, but it was time, this was it. I cried as he told me good bye, and cried harder as I told him good-bye, but knew in my heart this was what he wanted.
That wasn't what happened. The doctor ordered meds to pull him out of the heart failure and he laid unresponsive for the next two and a half days.
By Thursday he was speaking again, maybe mumbeling. You could understand just enough to know he was halucinating and delerious. So they just gave him more meds. His doctor never tried to find the cause for what was happening to him, he was just keeping him sedated.
By Thursday, We had decided to bring him home and keep him comfortable with Hospice. The doctor didn't even have him hooked up to I.V fluids so he may as well be at home. He was dressed and ready to go when his Oncologist, Dr.Y came in and asked why he was being released to Hospice. I told him if there was nothing blah blah blah... he wasn't going to stay there. He asked me to let him stay long enough to see the heart doctor. Of course I agreed, stating that if they would treat his condition instead of medicate him into a coma, he could stay as long as it took. That was it. That was what we needed. A doctor to take action. Things started happening. The heart doctor was in, the neurologist was in, things were moving forward. That is until his regular doctor would come in. The deal is, Barth is his primary doctor. So if new orders are needed they have to come from him. If there is an issue with care, it needs to be addressed by him. The problem is....he is nearly impossible to reach, even by the hospital staff and once you do get him, he is a retard.
Kelly got here Thursay afternoon and began calling Dr.Barth Dr.Dorkian. We have always called him Dr.Dork, but Kelly crossed Dork with Kavorkian and hence the new moniker Dr.Dorkian. Very fitting.
Yesterday, Dr.B got the ax and was replaced by Dr.Y, who is the Oncologist and now GK is recieving competent care from a compasionate doc. He is off all the sedating medications so that an evaluation of his condition can be made. They will start from scratch and work their way back to the best state of health that can be expected.
It goes without saying that there have been a million moments that have gone on throughout what I have told you. Some when we have laughed, and many when we have cried. The most important part is our family has been a great support to one another. When one starts to get weary, there is another right there to support and pick up and keep things going. We all have our own lives and things to be tended to with kids and jobs and the everyday stesses that are always present, but it's an amazing thing when we all kick into overdrive and meet the situation at hand. My eyes start leaking whenever I stop and think how BLESSED we are as a family.
I think maybe someday, when things settle down, I'll write a book. Something along the lines of the Charlies Angels series.
Me and my Sisters.
Superheroe's dissguised as everyday Housewives and Mothers crusading for the general good of American Families everywhere.
Our Superhero disguise could be Mom jeans and Winnie the Pooh sweatshirts from Wal-Mart, with sensible shoes and kleenex in our pockets driving a rocket powered mini van with plenty of cup holders and saftey tethers.
See Ya!
Sunday morning I was at the house by about 6:45 a.m. He was standing at the sliding glass door with clothes on inside out and one shoe on. He said he had been calling for me as I was out feeding the animals, but that I must not of heard him. I had not been outside other than to walk across the driveway. I asked him if he had slept o.k and he told me he had not slept at all, he wasn't tired. Hmm....sleep deprivation? That's what I went with.
We stayed pretty quiet that day, watched movies, read the paper, and later in the day when he insisted we go to town, I drove him. He needed shoe laces and soda pop. I was starting to worry. During dinner we noticed he was starting to see things that weren't there and speaking to people we couldn't see. I thought, he just needs to get some sleep.
He wouldn't sleep.
He was like a sleepless Superman. His energy just kept increasing instead of decreasing, but by 11:00 p.m we were convincied he was down for the night. Mike had taken the last shift and had left him comfortable in bed with all the lights out and doors locked. At 2:00 a.m I went to check on things and as I crossed the driveway I could see EVERY light in the house was on and GK cruising around.
He was in a great mood, very happy, just looking for Grammy. I called Kelly in Montana and told her I thought it was time to take him to the E.R. She agreed and we were on our way.
If you didn't know my Grampy you would not have known there was a problem. He was so charming and sensical with the ladies in addmitting, they were looking at me like maybe I should be seeing a doctor. It wasn't until he was in a room talking with the E.R nurse about the cows in the hallway that they started to take notice.
They took blood tests, an EKG and cat scan and found he was having some kidney troubles, which was causing dehydration which may be causing the "mildly odd" behavior. They would settle him in a room for further testing.
Off to room 2022, the Ken Fahrenholz suite.
I wait until he is comfortable before I head home for some much needed rest.
At 1:00 we head back to town in hopes of meeting his doctor for rounds.
At 1:25 he "crashed".
We got there just as things were really getting bad, and he was able to tell me to let him go. He wanted to be comfortable, but it was time, this was it. I cried as he told me good bye, and cried harder as I told him good-bye, but knew in my heart this was what he wanted.
That wasn't what happened. The doctor ordered meds to pull him out of the heart failure and he laid unresponsive for the next two and a half days.
By Thursday he was speaking again, maybe mumbeling. You could understand just enough to know he was halucinating and delerious. So they just gave him more meds. His doctor never tried to find the cause for what was happening to him, he was just keeping him sedated.
By Thursday, We had decided to bring him home and keep him comfortable with Hospice. The doctor didn't even have him hooked up to I.V fluids so he may as well be at home. He was dressed and ready to go when his Oncologist, Dr.Y came in and asked why he was being released to Hospice. I told him if there was nothing blah blah blah... he wasn't going to stay there. He asked me to let him stay long enough to see the heart doctor. Of course I agreed, stating that if they would treat his condition instead of medicate him into a coma, he could stay as long as it took. That was it. That was what we needed. A doctor to take action. Things started happening. The heart doctor was in, the neurologist was in, things were moving forward. That is until his regular doctor would come in. The deal is, Barth is his primary doctor. So if new orders are needed they have to come from him. If there is an issue with care, it needs to be addressed by him. The problem is....he is nearly impossible to reach, even by the hospital staff and once you do get him, he is a retard.
Kelly got here Thursay afternoon and began calling Dr.Barth Dr.Dorkian. We have always called him Dr.Dork, but Kelly crossed Dork with Kavorkian and hence the new moniker Dr.Dorkian. Very fitting.
Yesterday, Dr.B got the ax and was replaced by Dr.Y, who is the Oncologist and now GK is recieving competent care from a compasionate doc. He is off all the sedating medications so that an evaluation of his condition can be made. They will start from scratch and work their way back to the best state of health that can be expected.
It goes without saying that there have been a million moments that have gone on throughout what I have told you. Some when we have laughed, and many when we have cried. The most important part is our family has been a great support to one another. When one starts to get weary, there is another right there to support and pick up and keep things going. We all have our own lives and things to be tended to with kids and jobs and the everyday stesses that are always present, but it's an amazing thing when we all kick into overdrive and meet the situation at hand. My eyes start leaking whenever I stop and think how BLESSED we are as a family.
I think maybe someday, when things settle down, I'll write a book. Something along the lines of the Charlies Angels series.
Me and my Sisters.
Superheroe's dissguised as everyday Housewives and Mothers crusading for the general good of American Families everywhere.
Our Superhero disguise could be Mom jeans and Winnie the Pooh sweatshirts from Wal-Mart, with sensible shoes and kleenex in our pockets driving a rocket powered mini van with plenty of cup holders and saftey tethers.
See Ya!
Quick
I only have a minute and haven't had any coffee yet, so bear with me. As of yesterday, GK is still halucinating and delerious. He knows Kelly and I but that makes things harder for him as he wants us to help him with things and gets really angry if we don't. Like yesterday he thought he was driving someone elses delivery truck and needed to drop off the groceries and get back. Kelly and I didn't do what he needed us to because we couldn't "see" what he saw. He wanted us to help fix the barn, but we couldn't hand him the tools he kept pointing at : (
Ok, so we have had nothing but HUGE problems with his doctor. Not showing up, not doing anything when he does show up and not even answering his pages from the hospital. So yesterday we released him from GK's care team. That was a really big thing because Dr.Barth has been Gk and Grammy's no good worthless doctor for many years, but they were also very loyal to him. The new doc went over GK's chart and took him off most most of the meds he was on and seems to think what he is expierencing is a reaction to medication as opposed to a stroke or some other kind of damage to his mind. Cross your fingers.
I went to the dentist yesterday and have an oogy tooth and they have to do a root canal on Friday. That rot's. Really, like rotten. It has been hurting for so long and kelly made me go in yesterday.
I have to go get Wyatt on the bus.
Ok, so we have had nothing but HUGE problems with his doctor. Not showing up, not doing anything when he does show up and not even answering his pages from the hospital. So yesterday we released him from GK's care team. That was a really big thing because Dr.Barth has been Gk and Grammy's no good worthless doctor for many years, but they were also very loyal to him. The new doc went over GK's chart and took him off most most of the meds he was on and seems to think what he is expierencing is a reaction to medication as opposed to a stroke or some other kind of damage to his mind. Cross your fingers.
I went to the dentist yesterday and have an oogy tooth and they have to do a root canal on Friday. That rot's. Really, like rotten. It has been hurting for so long and kelly made me go in yesterday.
I have to go get Wyatt on the bus.
Sunday, May 13, 2007
Happy Mothers Day
I think my Mom is dumb and I miss the Park blog.
I hope the Ranch will be as good as the Park was someday.
Have a good day.
I got a new housecoat for Moms day!!!
Zipper, no buttons.
I hope the Ranch will be as good as the Park was someday.
Have a good day.
I got a new housecoat for Moms day!!!
Zipper, no buttons.
Wednesday, May 9, 2007
Just got home
I just got home from the hospital. What a day it has been. I am so tired. GK is responsive today. A little....well maybe alot, out of it, but responsive. He thought we were in a casino in Reno and the nurses were showgirls, but we were having fun. I think we were making money because he kept stuffing it in the pillow case. We were playing the "two bit" machine, so I don't know how much we were spending or how far ahead we were.
They discharged him home with hospice care, but at the last minute decided to have him stay and see the heart doctor. I hope they can start treating him for a correct diagnoses instead of just sedating him.
Kelly should be touching down at the Portland airport in a few minutes. He will be so glad to see her, and I will be so glad to have another person to help deal with these friggin doctors. Just having her here for support will be the best. Hard times are always handeled best with a buddy.
I swear I am retarded tired right now and need to get something to eat. All these little words are turning into a blig blurry mess in my mind.
Talk to ya later.
They discharged him home with hospice care, but at the last minute decided to have him stay and see the heart doctor. I hope they can start treating him for a correct diagnoses instead of just sedating him.
Kelly should be touching down at the Portland airport in a few minutes. He will be so glad to see her, and I will be so glad to have another person to help deal with these friggin doctors. Just having her here for support will be the best. Hard times are always handeled best with a buddy.
I swear I am retarded tired right now and need to get something to eat. All these little words are turning into a blig blurry mess in my mind.
Talk to ya later.
Tuesday, May 8, 2007
Remember Me?
I don't know where to begin, so I'll just say this. Gk is in the hospital. I took him in to ER yesterday at 3:30 AM. They had him in a room and admitted by 7:30. He was so so ok until about 1:30 when he "crashed". His oxygen went way down and his blood pressure way up. He couldn't breathe and was clinging to me and crying that this was it, and to please just let him go. I said I would, but it was the hardest thing to say goodbye to someone you love so much, who's still able to look you in the eye and tell you goodbye. It was a really rough go for the next few hours. We didn't expect him to pull through, But as Grampy does so often, he surprised us. By about 5:30 all his levels were back to normal and with medication he was resting quietly. Those words he spoke to me were his last though, he has been unresponsive since. He has been off the I.V for the last 24 hours since any fluid at all drops his blood pressure. The problem is, with his congestive heart failure his lungs fill with fluid and it builds around his heart. It's kinda one of those deals where you just can't win.
He had been feeling poorly since Saturday when we had planned to visit Betty at the coast. We stayed home, and over the next two days he went down hill with halucinations, confusion and disorientation. He also hadn't slept since 2:00 AM saturday morning.
I have to get back to the hospital now, so I don't have time to go into all the details, but I think he may be home tomorrow with the aid of Hospice. We have a bed being delivered that we can set up in the living room, and Mike and Wyatt and I will just stay at the big house with him.
I have tried to reach Wendy, but it seems she has lost her cell phone. She is off work, although I have left messages for her there. If you see her or know how to get in touch with her, please tell her to call.
Please pray for my Grampy. He's quite a man.
He had been feeling poorly since Saturday when we had planned to visit Betty at the coast. We stayed home, and over the next two days he went down hill with halucinations, confusion and disorientation. He also hadn't slept since 2:00 AM saturday morning.
I have to get back to the hospital now, so I don't have time to go into all the details, but I think he may be home tomorrow with the aid of Hospice. We have a bed being delivered that we can set up in the living room, and Mike and Wyatt and I will just stay at the big house with him.
I have tried to reach Wendy, but it seems she has lost her cell phone. She is off work, although I have left messages for her there. If you see her or know how to get in touch with her, please tell her to call.
Please pray for my Grampy. He's quite a man.
Sunday, May 6, 2007
Thursday, May 3, 2007
Television
I was going to talk about t.v when I came back, but first I have to say this. My sister Julie had her hair done by Denise yesterday, and it looks so HOT! Denise, your the BEST. Obviously you had good material to work with, but really, it is beautiful.
Ok, so t.v. I'm not a big primetime watcher, but I do love a few shows.
Do you watch dancing with the stars? I was sad to see Cliffy go, but he wasn't one of the best dancers, just one of my favorite stars. I think Billy Ray will go next. Who do you want to win? It's a toss up for me, but I think I want Joey to win. I like Laila too, but I think I like Joey more because he's a man who's manly instead of a chic that's manly.
What about the View? I know, most everbody works during that show, but you must see it on the nightly shows or the covers of the tabloids. Rosie is leaving in June. Since she came on a year ago, the ratings have gone through the roof. I think she is very outspoken, but some of the things she say's, need to be said. Sometimes I think she is misquoated, or taken out of context, or are just plain dumb. I don't think she is a pig like Donald Trump makes her out to be, but she is kind of a big mouth. I also wonder if the View's ratings will go down after she leaves.
I just got back from the big house. GK and I were watching the Queen arrive in Virginia. I think it's a pretty big deal, but CNN wasn't making to much of it. They even cut away to comercial during our national anthem.
Ok, so where was I. I don't watch American Idol, but alot of other people seem to live for it. Hard to believe even the President and his wife made an appearance on the show. The Republican Presidential Debate is coming up. I wonder how that's going to go. Did you know that Giuliani's first wife was also his first cousin? Hmmm, I don't know if that should make any difference or not, but it's kind of weird. That and remember he left his second wife on national t.v. She was watching when he made the announcment he was filing for divorce. First she heard of it, swear to God. I really like him though. Is that a bad thing? I used to like McCain, but now I think he's kind of an old fuddy duddy. I think Ross the Intern should run for office. At least the millitary would get some stunning new uniforms.
I think I'm done talking about t.v, I'm going to go watch it instead.
School Days
Ahhh, today is the day. Uncle John goes to school with Wyatt. There will be punch, cookies and an assembly! Good thing it's not a very big school, the assembly won't last too long. Wyatt is sooo excited. Uncle John is about the best stand in Grandparent a kid could have. After the assembly, John is driving Wyatt home from school. That's the part Wyatt is looking forward to the most : )
John hasn't been over to start work on the rest of the floors the last few days because of his hand and shoulder pain. Soon though, and he should be back at work.
The Doc called yesterday with some different pain meds for GK. He took one as soon as I got back from town and it seemed to make a noticable difference. Keep your fingers crossed. I feel so bad when he has that kind of pain. He has always been such a mover and do'er and then to be in so much pain it hurts to walk across the room. You figure your mind is still thinking of all the things you want and need to do, your body just won't let you.
I think maybe I should start getting out to do at least one exciting thing a day. Then I could at least have something to talk about. As it is now, I just have stories about going to the grocery store and to the neighbors house. Although, yesterday at the grocery store, I got banana split Ben and Jerries Ice cream. WoW. It was soo good.
For dinner I made pan fried oysters and a fresh ceaser salad with a fresh loaf of some italian crunchy crust soft on the inside bread. Even Wyatt ate it up. GK doesn't care for oysters so he just had salad and some bread and a grilled cheese.
Tonight is GK's favorite, taco night. Wyatt doesn't care for tacos though so he will be the one cheesin' it tonight. I think maybe I'll make a cake for dessert. Everyone loves cake.
I was going to buy some pork chops to stuff, but get this. It makes me so mad, they only put three chops in a box. Who needs three chops. EVERYONE needs four. Even if theres only two of you, that means one would get two and one would get one. Even if your still hungry your gonna offer the last one to the other guy just so as not to be rude. Now, if you don't get the three chops, you have to get the twelve pack. Who needs twelve? You do however have an option. You can go to the meat conter and pay more a pound to get the number of chops you want. Dumb. So, needless to say, I didn't get chops. I did however get chapped about the chops.
I have to get Wyatt out the door and myself to the big house.
I'm going to talk about t.v when I get back, so "stay tuned".
John hasn't been over to start work on the rest of the floors the last few days because of his hand and shoulder pain. Soon though, and he should be back at work.
The Doc called yesterday with some different pain meds for GK. He took one as soon as I got back from town and it seemed to make a noticable difference. Keep your fingers crossed. I feel so bad when he has that kind of pain. He has always been such a mover and do'er and then to be in so much pain it hurts to walk across the room. You figure your mind is still thinking of all the things you want and need to do, your body just won't let you.
I think maybe I should start getting out to do at least one exciting thing a day. Then I could at least have something to talk about. As it is now, I just have stories about going to the grocery store and to the neighbors house. Although, yesterday at the grocery store, I got banana split Ben and Jerries Ice cream. WoW. It was soo good.
For dinner I made pan fried oysters and a fresh ceaser salad with a fresh loaf of some italian crunchy crust soft on the inside bread. Even Wyatt ate it up. GK doesn't care for oysters so he just had salad and some bread and a grilled cheese.
Tonight is GK's favorite, taco night. Wyatt doesn't care for tacos though so he will be the one cheesin' it tonight. I think maybe I'll make a cake for dessert. Everyone loves cake.
I was going to buy some pork chops to stuff, but get this. It makes me so mad, they only put three chops in a box. Who needs three chops. EVERYONE needs four. Even if theres only two of you, that means one would get two and one would get one. Even if your still hungry your gonna offer the last one to the other guy just so as not to be rude. Now, if you don't get the three chops, you have to get the twelve pack. Who needs twelve? You do however have an option. You can go to the meat conter and pay more a pound to get the number of chops you want. Dumb. So, needless to say, I didn't get chops. I did however get chapped about the chops.
I have to get Wyatt out the door and myself to the big house.
I'm going to talk about t.v when I get back, so "stay tuned".
Wednesday, May 2, 2007
Hair Day
Julie is having her hair done by Denise today! Lucky. I wish I could go just to see everbody. Mikyl' does a fine job on my hair, I'm not complaining about that. I just miss everyone and having fun conversations about everything and people you know.
Just now, Shelly emailed to tell me Vic called her an enabler. I don't even know who Vic is.
I've been thinking about going to work in a funeral home later, but I think maybe I want to work at a little greasy cafe'. Like Coffee Corner. Where you get to know everybody and all their business. Maybe Bi-Mart, then I could get a discount on stuff. But waitressing I could make a few bucks in tips. Maybe I could go to collage and get an LPN and work in a hospital...no, nursing home. I like old people. If I went to work in a nursing home as an LPN, I don't think I would have to do all the really dirty oogy work. Maybe I would. Forget nursing. Maybe I should just forget about getting a job, and start GOING to some greasy cafe' every day and get to know people and all their business that way.. Thats not so good though, because that's just spending money and not making any. Plus, I bet I'd get even fatter eating diner food all the time. To bad there wasn't some sort of job that entailed just having fun and talking and then going home whenever you wanted. Maybe that's considered unemployment in the trailer park. Any way, Julie's appt is at 11:45 so if anyone wants to swing in to Roots in Burlington and say HI, that would be fun : )
I made my first waffles this morning. They turned out perfect and GK was diggin the waffle action. He's on his way to town now to take all his tax stuff in to the tax lady. It has been a long process, but it's done. If you stop and think about all the things that have happened since he started. OH my.
John isn't coming over today. His shoulder is really bothering him. I hope he's feeling better tomorrow. Wyatt is so excited about having him be Grandpa John at school. It starts at 1:30 and goes until three. That's a long time for old people to drink punch and eat cookies with a bunch of eight year olds. I bet if they were to just turn off their hearing aids it would be a good time.
Have you noticed old people are changing? You figure in twenty years the old people will be the ones who were teenagers in the 70's. Old people now talk about living through the war and the depression, old cars and new t.v.
They were dirt farmers and New Yorkers who sat on stoops and hollered at neighbors.
In twenty years, we're going to hear about polyester disco suits and the Bee Gee's. ElCamino's and the Oakridge Boys.
Microwaves and moon walks, both Neil Armstrong AND Micheal Jackson. Weird huh?
Last night Ingrid babysat Wyatt from Friday Harbor while Mike and I went to town. We just put the computer on video chat and told Wyatt to stay in the kitchen. How cool is that?! He and Olin talked and monkeyed around for an hour or so, and when we got back everything was golden. Wyatt was still sitting in the kitchen talking to his cousins eating go-gurt.
I'm watching Frankie and Johny. I love this movie. I love Al Pacino. If you haven't seen it, rent it.
K, that's enough for now.
Ciao'
Tuesday, May 1, 2007
A Little Bit about Me
Welcome to the Farm, my name is Marilyn and I'll be your host!
We live on a farm passed down from our grandparents in the beautiful Willamette Valley of Oregon.
We have a small menagerie of misfit farm animals ranging from our black and white cats Astro, Angus and Olive to our hard headed albeit lovable donkeys Jack and Snowball, a handful of katahdin and couple of woolly sheep, one extra large pot bellied pig named Pearl, peacocks, chickens, geese, and an angora rabbit named Rocket. We also have two Border Collies, Bart and Buddy, a thirty two pound Shih-Tzu named Pooter and a three legged neighbor dog Molly who just thinks she lives here.
I have two great kids, Wyatt and Wendy who are fifteen years apart, a might as well be son-in-law Jesse, and an amazing grandson aka "The Neighbor".
I love lazy gardening, soap making, rug making, crocheting, cooking, eating, mod podge, General Hospital and Perry Mason.
Thats about it, if I can think of anything else, you'll be the first to know.
You can email me at
The Fat Bottom Farm
Peas.
We live on a farm passed down from our grandparents in the beautiful Willamette Valley of Oregon.
We have a small menagerie of misfit farm animals ranging from our black and white cats Astro, Angus and Olive to our hard headed albeit lovable donkeys Jack and Snowball, a handful of katahdin and couple of woolly sheep, one extra large pot bellied pig named Pearl, peacocks, chickens, geese, and an angora rabbit named Rocket. We also have two Border Collies, Bart and Buddy, a thirty two pound Shih-Tzu named Pooter and a three legged neighbor dog Molly who just thinks she lives here.
I have two great kids, Wyatt and Wendy who are fifteen years apart, a might as well be son-in-law Jesse, and an amazing grandson aka "The Neighbor".
I love lazy gardening, soap making, rug making, crocheting, cooking, eating, mod podge, General Hospital and Perry Mason.
Thats about it, if I can think of anything else, you'll be the first to know.
You can email me at
The Fat Bottom Farm
Peas.
Quicky
Last night, Julie and I were able to talk back and forth by voice, not typing, AND see each other. It was like visiting day in prison!
Not that I would know what that's like, but I have seen it on my show and in movies. It was like I had a 17 inch window into her house. I cant even believe it.
Wyatt is just getting up and ready for school so more later : )
"See" ya
Not that I would know what that's like, but I have seen it on my show and in movies. It was like I had a 17 inch window into her house. I cant even believe it.
Wyatt is just getting up and ready for school so more later : )
"See" ya
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