Bleah

Jim has had some kind of upper respiratory thing going on for a week or more now, and even though we’ve tried to avoid contact that would spread it– I started having a sore throat and sniffles Sunday night. Now I’m in the foggy-headed, alternately runny and stopped-up nose stage. Jim has had an awful hacking cough, which I don’t have yet and hope I don’t get.

If I had to get a summer cold, though, this is the best week for it. Last week was busy with a lot of deadlines plus getting two kids ready for camp, one for the whole summer; next week is the ladies’ luncheon. So, though I still have a checklist to work through, this week is a little lighter.

One thing I discovered after several months after TM — any kind of cold or infection wiped me out, and I had no choice — I had to go rest. But I discovered that that actually helped to short-circuit a cold and to make it not last as long. I don’t know why we think it is so noble to push ourselves til it has lasted for weeks and gotten worse before we go to bed and get more rest. Sometimes it can’t be helped, I know — there is just too much to do. But though colds don’t quite do me in that much these days, I still try to get more rest if possible. A nap is definitely on the agenda for today.

I also see a new doctor today — not for the cold — this has been scheduled for a while. The doctor I had been seeing for 8 years suddenly left his practice last year. I had heard he would be starting a new practice, but it has been months, and so far nothing. A friend at church who is a doctor — and actually a former partner of my doctor — has been keeping my prescriptions refilled, but he can’t do that forever. I didn’t want to go to him, though he’s a fine doctor, because he’s a friend — and that would just feel awkward to me. He recommended a new doctor, a Russian lady. It was funny when I called to make the appointment — I got a voice mail and left my information and said I needed to make an appointment as a new patient with Dr. B– and tried my best to pronounce her name in an recognizable fashion. When the reception called back, she said, “You wanted to make an appointment with Dr. Vickie?” 🙂 I guess her staff doesn’t even try her last name.

They called last Friday to remind me of my appointment and tell me what to bring, and said I was supposed to come in fasting. I told them I couldn’t do that with a 1:30 appointment — I have low blood sugar and can’t go past 9 or 10 without feeling dizzy and shaky. They told me I could come in anytime after 8 a.m. and do lab work and then come back in the afternoon for the appointment. My first thought was, “Like I have all day to run back and forth to your office!” I planned to call back and change it to a morning appointment. But then I decided this really would work better even though it meant two trips — if I had a morning appointment, I’d have to wait til after everything was over to eat. So I went this morning and left behind my bodily fluids. 🙂

I feel a little awkward going when nothing is wrong — I just need monitoring for one medication. I’ll have to admit that going to the doctor is not my favorite pastime in life — sorry to those in the medical profession 🙂 — and going to a new doctor and having to explain about the TM makes me even more nervous (I have been blessed with excellent doctors who were very knowledgeable about it, but I have read horror stories from those on the TM Internet Club who had been told it was all in their heads).

And I don’t know why I went into all that — just rambling in my fogginess, I guess. If you read all the way through, pat yourself on the back for me!

Gotta go get ready for round 2 at the doc’s…………

More book give-aways!

This seems to be a summer of book give-aways! That’s fine with me! Besides the ongoing ones at Katrina’s and the one I mentioned earlier at Deena’s, there is another one this week only at Joyful Days.

Time Travel Tuesday: Memories With Dad



The topic for this week’s Time Travel Tuesday, created and hosted by My Life as Annie, is “Memories with Dad.”

She says:

We’re traveling back to special memories of our dad’s this week.
What are some special memories or a special memory you have of/or with your dad?
Any sayings that only come from him?
Any interesting lessons you learned from your dad?

As I wrote earlier, my dad and I did not always have the best relationship. Yet I have little snapshots of pleasant memories, especially from the early years…

I remember being afraid in my bed one night, then I thought about my dad’s big knife and trusted that he could take care of any bad guys that might invade our home.

I remember him brushing my hair and commenting about how beautiful the color was.

I remember waking up in his arms one night when I had fallen asleep somewhere and he was taking me to my bed. He stopped in the hallway where my mom brushed my hair back and told me good night and they murmured those loving things parents say when their kids are asleep. I remember pretending I was still asleep because I was enjoying the moment so much. 🙂

I remember that my dad had a motor scooter at one time. When I was young, everyone in our neighborhood would come out to their front yards after dinner with lawn chairs and watch the kids play and visit with each other. My dad would sometimes take kids in the neighborhood for rides up and down the street on his scooter.

I remember that when anyone in my family had a birthday, that person got to pick the meal for dinner, and my dad always chose corned beef and cabbage.

I remember that my dad was a welder and often repaired things for friends at home. I remember him in his big protective helmet cautioning us kids not to look at the sparks the welding made or get too close.

I remember on the Fourth of July he liked to get a lot of fireworks — not the noisy kinds but the kinds that made pretty patterns in the sky.

When it comes to lessons, the one overriding lesson I earned from him was respect: respect for authority, for elders, for country. Even respect for God, in a way — he was not a believer until late in life, bet I never heard him say or do anything irreverent, and he was always respectful of preachers who stopped by.

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Two childhood/teen memes

I saw a “Childhood Memories Meme” over at Jen’s and a “7 Things That Happened To Me As a Teenager” meme at newly-discovered Mama Bear’s. I thought I’d combine them here.

Childhood memories meme:

1. What was your favorite childhood family vacation?

I don’t remember that we actually went on vacations except to my grandmother’s or uncle’s house. The thing I loved about that particular uncle was that, of his 5 kids, 3 were girls close to my age and all of our birthday were in August. One was a year older than me, one was the same age I was, and the other was a year younger. I remember once we celebrated all of our birthdays at once with a big party. Other than that, if we went anywhere it was to the beach. I grew up in Corpus Christi, TX, and we made multitudes of excursions to Padre Island. Camp-outs, cookouts, birthday parties — a lot of that kind of thing happened there, besides just regular Saturdays at the beach. We moved from there when I was 13, and I had forgotten how much I missed it until we want back for a family reunion when I was in my early 30s. Sadly, just wading into the water then left us with globs of oil on our legs. I hope that’s better now.

2. If you knew your grandparents, what do you remember most about them as a child? If you didn’t know them, what stories do you remember being told about them?

My father’s father died before I was born. I really don’t know much about him. My mother’s mother passed away when I was about 4. She had cancer the last few years of her life and had some kind of bag set-up — I don’t remember if she had had her colon removed or just what. My mom says I asked her about it, and my mom was horrified, but my grandmother just matter-of-factly explained what it was for, and I was satisfied.

My mother’s father was tall and thin, constantly teased us, and had a unique laugh.

My father’s mother was short and plump. She is the one I probably spent the most time with, at least that I can remember. Her grown kids were spread out in TX, LA, and AL, and she would drive to see them all — we called her the Galloping Grandma. 🙂 There were a couple of summers she took me with her, and I loved that. For a few years when we lived in the same town, I would spend the night with her. We shared a love of reading and would stay up late at night reading different books.

3. Do you have siblings or not? What do you remember about growing up with or without them?

I have 5, 1 brother and 4 sisters. I’m the oldest. We’re quite spread apart — the first four of us are 4 years apart from each other; the youngest was born when I was 17. After my parents were divorced and my brother lived with my father for a while, I felt more like an assistant mom than a big sister. They were still pretty young when I married and left home at 22. I’ve enjoyed getting to know them as adults when we get together, which isn’t often enough.

4. What did you like best about summer vacation from school?

Just being off. 🙂 We roamed a lot more then than I let my children roam now, riding bikes, swimming in the creek, hanging out.

5. Did you like school or dislike school? What is your most memorable school moment?

Loved it. I’ve always loved learning, and except for 7th-9th grades (what is it about jr. high?) had friends. I was always more inclined to have 1 close friend than “group.”

7 Things That Happened to Me As a Teen-ager: 

1. My parents divorced when I was about 15.

2. We moved from a very small town (less than 200) to Houston, Texas, with a population then of over 1 million. It was a culture shock.

3. I was saved.

4. I started dating a guy that I ended up dating for 4 years and got engaged to, but it was all wrong. Thankfully the Lord showed me that before we actually got married.

5. I got into a good-Bible teaching church and was taught to read the Bible through.

6. I heard about the college I would eventually go to. College was “the impossible dream,” or so it seemed, but God provided.

7. I made another big move from TX to SC to go to college, not knowing that SC would become “home” and I would live there 27 years, including college years.

This wasn’t part of the meme, but I thought it would be fun to look at 7 historical things that happened during my teens , which happened to be from 1970-1979:

1. Four student protestors were shot by the National Guard at Kent State University.

2.  Elvis Presley died.

3. Cult leader Jim Jones led followers in a mass suicide in Jonestown, Guyana.

4. The “energy crisis” occurred. I remember looooong gas lines and Jimmy Carter regulating our thermostats.

5. American troops pulled out of Viet Nam.

6. In the 1976 Summer Olympics, Nadia Comaneci of Romania was the first gymnast to receive perfect scores.

7. Modern computing was born with the Intel 4004

If you’d like to do any or all of these memes, let me know! Or you can answer in the comments section.

(Historical details courtesy of Wikipedia) 

It’s not over til God says it’s over

I don’t know if I have said this in so many words here, but I am a strong believer in the fact that life is God’s gift and man shouldn’t be ending it either at the beginning by abortion or at the end by euthanasia.

I just saw a news article about a Polish man who “woke up” from a 19 year coma. His faithful wife took care of him at home for most of those years and said she would “fly into a rage” at the suggestion that he should be euthanized. She believed he would recover — and he did! And he remembers many of the family things that happened during his coma.

We never know what purposes God may have in store. We shouldn’t be too quick to “pull the plug.”

During my father’s last hospitalization about six months before he died, he had to be put on a ventilator for several days. One family member’s significant other was strongly opposed to the use of any “machines.” Thankfully because she was not a relative she had no say with the medical staff. My father was on a ventilator for maybe 10 days, then left the hospital to live with my brother for his remaining months. Some might feel that, “It was only 6 months more life.” But I saw God do a lot of good during that last six months that I don’t feel I should include here for the privacy of those involved.

There is a book I read years ago called Charlie’s Victory about a coach named Charlie Wedemeyer who had Lou Gehrig’s disease. When he began having trouble breathing, his wife was advised to “let him go.” Someone told his wife about portable ventilators, and the health professional was actually angry that she wanted to use one! I don’t know why these people are so determined to end life. What are they so afraid of? He lived many years on a portable vent and even had a ministry traveling and speaking, his wife interpreting for him.

Joni Eareckson Tada wrote an excellent book addressing this issue years ago called When Is It Right to Die?: Suicide, Euthanasia, Suffering, Mercy.

Meditations for daily tasks

I don’t know who compiled this list, but I enjoyed the meditations.

Sunday: The Lord’s Day
Acts 20:7 And upon the first day of the week, when the disciples came together to break bread, Paul preached unto them.

Monday: Wash Day
Psalm 51:2 Wash me throughly from mine iniquity, and cleanse me from my sin.

Tuesday: Ironing Day
Ephesians 5:27 That he might present it to himself a glorious church, not having spot, or wrinkle, or any such thing; but that it should be holy and without blemish.

Wednesday: Mending Day
Mark 2:21 No man also seweth a piece of new cloth on an old garment: else the new piece that filled it up taketh away from the old, and the rent is made worse.

Thursday: Cleaning Day
Ps 51:10 Create in me a clean heart, O God; and renew a right spirit within me.

Friday: Shopping Day
Isaiah 55:1 Ho, every one that thirsteth, come ye to the waters, and he that hath no money; come ye, buy, and eat; yea, come, buy wine and milk without money and without price.

Saturday: Cooking Day
Luke 14:13-14 But when thou makest a feast, call the poor, the maimed, the lame, the blind: And thou shalt be blessed; for they cannot recompense thee.

K-12 School Memories Meme

(Photo Hunt post is below this one.)

Sallie at A Gracious Home made this one up.

Apple Jacks or Captain Crunch with Crunch Berries
I am pretty sure I had had Apple Jacks and the regular Cap’n Crunch, though I am not a fan of either now.

Band or Choir
I was in choir the last two years of high school, probably some in elementary school, too.

Class Ring
I bought one to fit on my pinky finger — I don’t know why. It seemed fun at the time. But later I was embarrassed about it.

Ducks or Battleships
I don’t remember playing with either one in the bathtub.

Earning Money
Primarily I baby-sat. I did work in a non-chain fast food place — for about a week.

Favorite Teacher
I had the same teacher for first and second grade (it was a combined class for two years) named Mrs. Murphy. I really liked her though she was strict. The Lord enabled me to go to a Christian school the last two years of high school, and one of my favorites there was my pastor who taught Bible classes. That was probably the first focused instruction I’d had in the Word, and I lapped it up.

Go Back and Do Over
I think if I could do anything over I would have tried to be more open and less painfully shy. It took years to begin to break out of that. And in the school I went to for 8th-10th grade which was very clique-ish, I’d love to go back and look at those cliques through different eyes and realize they were just normal people, too, and not necessarily to be revered just because they were “popular.”

Home Economics
I think I took one Home Economics class. We made one fudge recipe I wish I still had. One of the dresses I made was a favorite.

Indoor Recess
I loved indoor recess — I never was much of an outdoorsy person. The one game I remember playing forindoor recess was “7-up.”

Jacks or Jump Rope
Both, in elementary school.

Kickball or Dodgeball
Probably both — only hazy memories of them.

Lunchbox
I don’t remember what any of my lunch boxes looked like (elementary school was a very long time ago!)

Musical
I don’t think any school I was in produced a musical.

Number of School Districts
Oh, my — in my elementary school days we moved every couple of years. Let’s see — for all 12 years (I didn’t go to K-5 — wasn’t required then) I think I may have been in 5 different school districts, at least.

Orange or Apple
I liked both.

Playground Equipment
I liked the swings and the slide.

Quiz Team or Debate
Neither.

Recess
Standing around talking or walking and talking or pretending to sing as a girl’s group (“Downtown” was a favorite, for some reason).

Spring Break
We probably had spring breaks, but I don’t remember them. I don’t think we went anywhere for them.

Team Sports
None. I am one of the most uncoordinated unathletic people on the planet.

Unfulfilled Dream
Related to school? There was a guy I really liked in 10th grade who never noticed me at all. I found out later that was for the best. Related to life in general, I have always wanted to write a book but haven’t yet.

Valuable
The most valuable part of my education was going to a Christian school in 11th-12th grade. I did not come from a Christian home and I learned so much at that school about the Bible and Christian life. Plus, because it was so much smaller, I got involved in a lot of things like yearbook and student council that I never would have dreamed of trying in the bigger public school I came from.

Walk or Bus
Walked some in elementary school and rode the bus 9th-10th grade to a town 10 miles away because the small town we were in (under 200) didn’t have a high school. For the other grades my mom took me.

X Country or Basketball
Neither.

Year
My favorite year was 12th.

Zzzzzz’s
Unfortunately most of my history classes were boring. I didn’t learn to love history til my first year in college, and that was my last history class.

Sallie has a Mr. Linky set up if you’d like to do this meme and leave a link there. Let me know in the comments if you do and I’ll be glad to come read yours. Please do credit Sallie with the meme since she created it.

Saturday Photo Scavenger Hunt: Art

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My middle son, Jason, enjoyed drawing for a few years and took one art class in high school. Personally I think he is pretty talented, but I might be a little biased. 🙂 Unfortunately he hasn’t done much with it since.

This is his drawing of Suzie, our dog, and the photograph he drew from:

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This is a drawing he did for the South Caroline Christian School Association Fine Arts Fair. He got a “Superior” rating and a $250 scholarship.

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It’s a little hard to see the line distinctions from the picture, but it is a black and white dog curled up.

This set of prints is from one of my favorite artists, Paula Vaughn. Most of the things on my walls are just little things I picked up here and there. This was an investment. 🙂 We had moved to GA and for the first time had a separate living room and family room. I was looking for some prints for the living room and loved these, but thought they were too much. But then my husband bought them for me I think for my birthday (nice man!)

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Needle arts are some of my favorite kinds of art. This is a cross-stitched piece done by one of my sisters, Leigh Ann, from a pattern based on a Paula Vaughn print.

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Talk about high security….

I haven’t flown in ages — I haven’t even been to an airport in a long time except to pick my husband up from a business trip at the curb. I’ve heard about heightened airport security, though, on the news.

This morning we got up at 4 a.m. to take Jason to an airport an hour away for his flight to CA for the summer. After he went through the security checkpoint, we waited around in the lobby for a while to make sure he didn’t have any trouble (cell phones are so wonderful!!) As we waited, I found the ladies’ room. I saw what I thought to be a uniformed female airport employee waiting outside the stalls. As one occupant left the stall, the airport employee went in. I thought, “Wow, this is really high security if they’re checking behind people in the bathrooms!”

After a few minutes, though, when she didn’t come out, I realized she was just…using the restroom.

🙄

There was a song called “Honey” by Bobby Goldsboro in my pre-teen years which included the line, “She was always young at heart, kinda dumb and kinda smart…” I asked my mom, “How can someone be dumb and smart at the same time?” She said, “Well…you’re kind of that way.” 🙂