Daddy lost his cell phone. He came home from Wal-Mart and it was missing. He returned to the stored, but it wasn't turned it. He then called his phone and someone answered and said this was thier number. Here is the problem. He dialed the WRONG number. So now he thinks his phone was stolen.
He went to Verizon to get a new phone. They transfered his old number to the new phone, but he THINKS he has a new number. He sent and email to the kids giving us his "new" number. It's the old one - and it works. He then sent an e-mail to the grand kids giving them a different number - it was wrong. I told him his number works and he sent me his "new" number again and this time put his old number on the email - that number was never his.
I don't know how to make him understand. There isn't much harm done, but he's going around "changing" his number on everything!!!
How bad does he have to get before intervention is needed? I'm just not sure. Greg and Mike both agree that "he's getting old and forgetful", but they don't seem to think about any dangers associated with this.
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
Daddy's Shoulder
My father-in-law, whom I appreciate and love, does drive me crazy sometimes. But right now, I just feel sorry for him. Back in January he was out in an ice storm (that's his stubborn side - he had NO BUSINESS being out there!). He broke his collar bone and shattered his shoulder. This has not healed and now he is left with a nearly useless right arm. He occasionally has pain, too.
He still drives, which is frightening. He lifts his right arm to the steering wheel with his left arm, the puts the left hand on the wheel. Noah absolutely will not ride with him.
The original doctor, Doctor Bircoll with Resurgeons, was always in too big of a rush. Daddy was given LOTS of pain meds, but apparently he's addicted to hydrocodine and needed really high doses to make any dent in the pain. A number of times he he wanted to go back to the ER because of pain, but Dr. Bircoll said he would hurt "like hell" and there was nothing he could do about it beyond the pain medication.
As Daddy progressed, Dr Bircoll said his shoulder didn't heal properly and his oppionion was to leave it alone and not do surgery. Daddy didn't like that so went to a new doctor, Doctor Branch. He was very knowledgeable and said that a reverse shoulder replacement was what he needed. We also learned that he was the mentor of Dr. Bircoll. Dr. Branch was good, but Daddy still wanted another opinion.
We then ended up at Dr. Jarrett with Emory - WOW! We were all terrible impressed with this guy! He stayed in the room with us for at least 30 minutes. Daddy finally said we had a enough of his time and he had answered all our quesiton.
To make this a little shorter, Daddy is scheduled for reverse shoulder replacement surgery on Oct. 20. Lord help us all.
He still drives, which is frightening. He lifts his right arm to the steering wheel with his left arm, the puts the left hand on the wheel. Noah absolutely will not ride with him.
The original doctor, Doctor Bircoll with Resurgeons, was always in too big of a rush. Daddy was given LOTS of pain meds, but apparently he's addicted to hydrocodine and needed really high doses to make any dent in the pain. A number of times he he wanted to go back to the ER because of pain, but Dr. Bircoll said he would hurt "like hell" and there was nothing he could do about it beyond the pain medication.
As Daddy progressed, Dr Bircoll said his shoulder didn't heal properly and his oppionion was to leave it alone and not do surgery. Daddy didn't like that so went to a new doctor, Doctor Branch. He was very knowledgeable and said that a reverse shoulder replacement was what he needed. We also learned that he was the mentor of Dr. Bircoll. Dr. Branch was good, but Daddy still wanted another opinion.
We then ended up at Dr. Jarrett with Emory - WOW! We were all terrible impressed with this guy! He stayed in the room with us for at least 30 minutes. Daddy finally said we had a enough of his time and he had answered all our quesiton.
To make this a little shorter, Daddy is scheduled for reverse shoulder replacement surgery on Oct. 20. Lord help us all.
Sunday, August 28, 2011
Sunday's stuff
Sunday's can be joyous, or a drag. Today was a drag.
After church, Greg asked me to come and pray with him and a woman. The woman was Kristie. She's a single mom, had been living with the kids father for 3 or 4 years, but recently left him. She lost her job two weeks ago, had just bought a car and is already broke. And broken. She needed someone safe to share her heavy heart, and to ask for help. She's doing all the right things - children's services, all the right agencies for food stamps, unemployement, help for the kids. But these things take time and a car note is due.
I like Kristie, but I still can be very cynical. I have a hard heart towards people's problems for some reason. I see her tattoos and her newly done nails and wonder why she spent money on those things. We prayed with her and Greg gave her $40 and 3 Kroger gift cards of some unknown amount.
While we were talking to Kristie, BOTH Greg and I had messages on our phone. When Kristie left, Greg went one way and I went the other to check our phones. Greg's call was from Margaret Evan's saying she almost lost Tommy. We've heard this MANY times - she tends to over exaggerate. But this time it was a bit more serious than in the past - he actually lost consciousness. It seems his medications where all out of wack. things are better now for them.
My phone call was from Melody Allen. A friend in our homeschool group, Rebecca Rice, was taken to the ER with Gall Stones. Melody has the BIGGEST heart and such a servants attitude. I want to be like Melody. She immediately called Rebecca when she heard the news and then Hannah and Melody went to take care of Rebecca's kids for the day. Rebecca is scheduled for gall bladder surgery tomorrow.
This weekend was the FCFE mom's retreat. We had prayer requests, then broke up into small groups and got more prayer request. The burdens are overwhelming. I feel so oppressed. I'm feeling without joy. I know God is in control, but there is SO MUCH STUFF going on in everyone's lives. sigh. Lord come quickly.
After church, Greg asked me to come and pray with him and a woman. The woman was Kristie. She's a single mom, had been living with the kids father for 3 or 4 years, but recently left him. She lost her job two weeks ago, had just bought a car and is already broke. And broken. She needed someone safe to share her heavy heart, and to ask for help. She's doing all the right things - children's services, all the right agencies for food stamps, unemployement, help for the kids. But these things take time and a car note is due.
I like Kristie, but I still can be very cynical. I have a hard heart towards people's problems for some reason. I see her tattoos and her newly done nails and wonder why she spent money on those things. We prayed with her and Greg gave her $40 and 3 Kroger gift cards of some unknown amount.
While we were talking to Kristie, BOTH Greg and I had messages on our phone. When Kristie left, Greg went one way and I went the other to check our phones. Greg's call was from Margaret Evan's saying she almost lost Tommy. We've heard this MANY times - she tends to over exaggerate. But this time it was a bit more serious than in the past - he actually lost consciousness. It seems his medications where all out of wack. things are better now for them.
My phone call was from Melody Allen. A friend in our homeschool group, Rebecca Rice, was taken to the ER with Gall Stones. Melody has the BIGGEST heart and such a servants attitude. I want to be like Melody. She immediately called Rebecca when she heard the news and then Hannah and Melody went to take care of Rebecca's kids for the day. Rebecca is scheduled for gall bladder surgery tomorrow.
This weekend was the FCFE mom's retreat. We had prayer requests, then broke up into small groups and got more prayer request. The burdens are overwhelming. I feel so oppressed. I'm feeling without joy. I know God is in control, but there is SO MUCH STUFF going on in everyone's lives. sigh. Lord come quickly.
So many thoughts
I have so many things I'd like to blog about, but never enough time to put all my thoughts down. Some things I'd like to write about in the future, as a reminder to myself to do it:
ICC
FCFE
Kathy and her pictures
my current health
homeschool retreat
Wendell
Earthquakes and Hurricanes
Carpool
glutenfree cooking
If I could tackle one a day - I'd get them done!
ICC
FCFE
Kathy and her pictures
my current health
homeschool retreat
Wendell
Earthquakes and Hurricanes
Carpool
glutenfree cooking
If I could tackle one a day - I'd get them done!
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
Bras
I hate bras. Yes, I know they are "necessary", but I still really don't like them. They're tight. They're hard to put on. I can't find one that fits properly. They cost too much.
Just the other day, I somehow managed to get a "crack" under my breast. It's happened before, and I don't know how it happens. But I do know it HURTS to wear a bra and have it rubbing on the sore spot. SO, I go bra-less when I can. It almost feel naughty - I don't like that feeling. In the winter it's not big deal - I wear bulky, shapeless sweatshirts. But summer - oh it's different!
I actually went to the store for a few things WITHOUT a bra on. Did I jiggle? I'm not sure - I'm not very endowed. But what kept going through my mind was "I'm the pastor's wife - what will people say about me?" I also was thinking that Cynthia Kavanagh would have done the same thing.
Just the other day, I somehow managed to get a "crack" under my breast. It's happened before, and I don't know how it happens. But I do know it HURTS to wear a bra and have it rubbing on the sore spot. SO, I go bra-less when I can. It almost feel naughty - I don't like that feeling. In the winter it's not big deal - I wear bulky, shapeless sweatshirts. But summer - oh it's different!
I actually went to the store for a few things WITHOUT a bra on. Did I jiggle? I'm not sure - I'm not very endowed. But what kept going through my mind was "I'm the pastor's wife - what will people say about me?" I also was thinking that Cynthia Kavanagh would have done the same thing.
Sunday, July 10, 2011
Zoey and Jack
For the past two weeks, we've had the privilege of dog sitting. Jeff and Virginia brought over Koko and Jack. Koko got here on a Saturday and went back with Jeff and Virginia Wednesday. The had made a short trip to Pigeon Forge, taking along Lindsey and Pauline. They were then headed to Florida for a week and took Koko. They wanted to give Koko "space". They didn't think she'd enjoy herself with the "twins". (Yes, I KNOW they are not twins. They are litter mates from a litter of 13. Twins is just easier to say, and write.)
Koko did great while she was here. We've watched her before and she just moped around and hardly ate. But this time, she seemed quite happy! She played, ate, roamed the back yard. Good dog!
Jack and Zoey had the time of their life! As soon as Jack arrived, they ran into the back yard and wrestled. They played so hard that first week... They'd play until they were exhausted, then they'd come to the porch for a drink and pass out for about 10 minutes. They'd catch their breath then take off for the next round.
Everything they did, they did together. They ran, played, licked, slept, begged, sat, ate - all together. Their mannerisms were very similar, too. It was so funny to see them both get up and stretch exactly the same together. Or they'd play outside and both try to carry the same stick. Another time they were sitting side by side, both with their left paw tucked under them. It was so much fun having Jack here!
Each morning when I'd let one of them out of the cage, they would run to the room where the other was and wait for that dog to be released. They couldn't wait to see each other.
Well, Jack just went home. Zoey was crying at the door when Jack went out without her. Now Zoey is walking around the house looking for Jack. Poor pup!
Koko did great while she was here. We've watched her before and she just moped around and hardly ate. But this time, she seemed quite happy! She played, ate, roamed the back yard. Good dog!
Jack and Zoey had the time of their life! As soon as Jack arrived, they ran into the back yard and wrestled. They played so hard that first week... They'd play until they were exhausted, then they'd come to the porch for a drink and pass out for about 10 minutes. They'd catch their breath then take off for the next round.
Everything they did, they did together. They ran, played, licked, slept, begged, sat, ate - all together. Their mannerisms were very similar, too. It was so funny to see them both get up and stretch exactly the same together. Or they'd play outside and both try to carry the same stick. Another time they were sitting side by side, both with their left paw tucked under them. It was so much fun having Jack here!
Each morning when I'd let one of them out of the cage, they would run to the room where the other was and wait for that dog to be released. They couldn't wait to see each other.
Well, Jack just went home. Zoey was crying at the door when Jack went out without her. Now Zoey is walking around the house looking for Jack. Poor pup!
Friday, June 17, 2011
Cats and Dog
The other night Greg was out of town. There happened to be a thunderstorm going on. Noah and I were sitting on the couch talking and kind of watching TV when Gabriel jumped into Noah's lap. One stroke down Gabe's back send Noah howling. Gabe was COVERED in burs! Noah started combing the cat to get all these burs out.
Then it went dark.
We lost power due to the storm. I was going to the kitchen window sill to get a flashlight, but thankfully Noah reminded me about the cactus sitting there, too. I went to the keys where I have a little flashlight attached (purple one!). I then made it through the house collecting light sources.
We decided to go on to bed, but Noah wanted to sleep with me. Okay. But then he wanted Zoey, too. Okay. Zoey went under the bed (one of her favorite spots). Noah decided to sleep on the floor with Zoey. Cool! I had the bed to myself, for about 10 mintues. After we were settled, and asleep, Zoey jumped up on the bed, leaving Noah on the floor for the rest of the night! Tee Hee.
Zoey didn't let me get much sleep - she kept repositioning and scratching. Plus, she kept laying a head, or paw on my, or butting up next to me.
Then it went dark.
We lost power due to the storm. I was going to the kitchen window sill to get a flashlight, but thankfully Noah reminded me about the cactus sitting there, too. I went to the keys where I have a little flashlight attached (purple one!). I then made it through the house collecting light sources.
We decided to go on to bed, but Noah wanted to sleep with me. Okay. But then he wanted Zoey, too. Okay. Zoey went under the bed (one of her favorite spots). Noah decided to sleep on the floor with Zoey. Cool! I had the bed to myself, for about 10 mintues. After we were settled, and asleep, Zoey jumped up on the bed, leaving Noah on the floor for the rest of the night! Tee Hee.
Zoey didn't let me get much sleep - she kept repositioning and scratching. Plus, she kept laying a head, or paw on my, or butting up next to me.
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