The Joys of Marriage

Sometimes it takes a crisis for it to really hit home that our life partner is important to us. Too often we get in a comfort zone and stop trying to be the person our partner fell in love with. Then something big comes along and we start to ponder what our life would be without that person we married.

Robin and I experienced this four weeks ago when a heart attack woke me from sleep. Neither of us wanted to admit what was happening. It was acid reflux, indigestion, something very annoying but not life-threatening. When I called my doctor to make an appointment and he told me to go to the hospital emergency room instead, reality began sinking in. It was serious.

Robin quickly ushered me to his truck and he backed out of the driveway at lightening speed. I knew the fears going through my own mind, but I wasn't sure what Robin was thinking. I knew he was scared, even though I usually see only the jokester in him, the little boy who wants to have fun, the man who doesn't care for the serious side of life. I know what I'd be thinking if the situation was reversed. Fear would be gripping my heart at the thought of losing my husband, losing another husband, too early in life. Was I driving fast enough? Will we get there in time? Should I have called an ambulance instead?

I'm sure all those questions and concerns were whirling around in his mind as he drove with a purpose, but his words came out in a different way.

"Are you still with me?" he asked.

"I'm here."

"Hang on, Peggy."

"I will."

"We'll be at the hospital soon."

"OK."

"Remember, Peggy, I can't cook."

What? I'm having a heart attack and his biggest fear is that I won't be around to cook his meals? I turned to him and saw both the playfulness and the concern in his eyes. It was his safe way of saying he wanted me around. Unlike me, a woman, who would have cried and told him I couldn't live without him, he said the same thing but in totally different words. I think.

Thankfully, we came through the crisis together and stronger than ever before. Dr. Robin makes sure I rest often. If he sees signs that my heart is fluttering or if I look pale, he turns off my office light and demands that I go to bed for awhile. The guy wants his meals.

In return, I continue to cook for him. He's getting things like turkey bacon now instead of that pig stuff. Who knows, maybe he'll learn to cook.

A Jude-ism

My grandson, Jude, age 6, had this conversation with his mom.

Jude: "Does Aunt Donna live in Oklahoma?"

Mom: "Yes, she lives in Oklahoma."

Jude: "Does she live in the stick or the box?"

The above picture says it all. Art Linkletter was right, "Kids say the darnest things."

Where's My Stimulus Check?

I received my notice last week that I could expect my economic stimulus check by July 11. Woo Hoo! Like many Americans, I planned to pay on some bills instead of being frivolous with the money. Besides, BOGO ended last week. But July 11 came and went. Today I received two letters from the IRS. I opened the first one and was delighted to learn that I had overpaid on my personal income tax form for 2007! Don't you just love that? You reluctantly sign that check for the IRS only to learn you sent in too much. That's the kind of letter I like to get. But the next sentence wasn't as happily received. It explained that since my company owes penalty and interest to the IRS that my "refund" would be used to offset that debt.

The IRS and I have been bickering for over two years about unreasonable penalty and interest that I believe should be reduced. Once in awhile I will reach a very pleasant representative who tells me it is time to get an IRS advocate. They are employed by the IRS but are there to listen to your pleas and try to work out a tolerable solution. So I called and got myself an advocate, only to be told I needed to go through an appeals process first. Whatever that is. So the matter of penalty and interest is still not settled and my refund has been applied accordingly.

Now, the second letter from the IRS. It informed me that they had graciously (my word) applied my long-awaited stimulus check to my company's penalty and interest debt. The government giveth, and the government taketh away. I honestly believed the stimulus check, the one we don't have to claim as income on our 2008 taxes, was in a class by itself. I was unaware that the IRS could keep it and apply it elsewhere. Yes, I knew they could do that with my refund, but a stimulus check?

Of course, now I'm at this point where I don't even want to win the lottery. I'd just get my hopes up, make plans for the money, and face some catastrophic event that would swallow it whole.

Happy Anniversary, Angela and Clayton!

Look at these two young kids! And no, neither set of parents had to co-sign on this marriage, but we would have. A lot has happened in 12 years that keeps these two stuck together like glue. See Angela's blog for the details.

Happy Anniversary, and God's blessings on the many years ahead.

Stressed Spelled Backwards is Desserts

I agree that desserts would definitely be a boost to my mental health, but would do damage to my physical health, which is trying hard to remain in the spotlight. I had to deal with heart flutters all last week so the cardiologist increased my beta blockers. That's scary in itself since it also lowers blood pressure and mine has always been low enough.

But beta blockers are also good for those of us who have suffered a heart attack. It slows down the heart and relaxes the blood vessels that have been working overtime due to stress hormones. I looked back over this past week to find the cause of the added stress on my heart and there it was, plain as day. Would you care to guess? OK, here's a little hint. It's a non-profit organization.

But before everyone rushes to the podium with sermons on the tips of their tongues, please consider where I'm at right now. Closing the place down would cause much more stress right now. There are too many unknowns either way, I admit. I've researched the effects of too much stress hormones and I feel my best course of action right now is to focus on ways to reduce the stress through walking, exercise, and journaling. My sister-in-law Rita was over today and brought me a new journal, an eye mask, and a fragrant set of gel, mist and lotion to help me relax in a soothing bath. I was surprised and told her I'd just read that journaling was a good stress reducer. Often answers appear when our thoughts are put to paper.

Then there's my temperament. My reaction to stresses in my life might be overly exaggerated due to my doomsday approach to life. I get overwhelmed easily. Chores ahead of me look bigger than they actually are. I may try to fit five big things into my daily schedule, only to find there was time for ten. And more than likely, the due date on a bill hits me harder than it does most people. By now, you might be thinking I need my own little padded cell and you are probably right.

Pretty much what I'm trying to say is I know my limits and I'm pacing myself right now. When the danger signs hit, like last week, and last month, I'm paying attention. I need to consider the long-range effects of stress, and I will. But I also want some immediate gratification, too, like in the form of desserts.

It's Yesterday Once More

Did I mention we met in the 6th grade?

Happy Birthday, Juliet!

My 7th grandchild, my 4th granddaughter, Juliet, turns 3 today! Now that she is old enough to grasp the concept of birthdays, treats, and gifts, I can assure you she is excited about today.

One of her first birthday arrivals was a card from her great-aunt Rita. I'm told she carried it around all day and showed everyone. Don't you just love remembering a girl who is so appreciative?

Our Juliet is like a delicate porcelain doll with perfect little features. She reminds me of a princess, which happens to be a fascination of hers. She's into anything that is Disney Princess. When I visited them in May I brought her a sticker book with all the Disney beauties and she had such fun with it. I think she will like what I gave her for her birthday since it's along the same theme. She'll be watching for the Big Brown Truck today.

I love to hear her enthusiastic singing, her infectious laughter, and how she loves wearing Memaw's perfume. She is a girlie girl and I love it!

Happy birthday, Princess Juliet. You will always be our princess. I love you so much and wish I could spend this special day with you.

Happy Birthday, Camryn!

This gorgeous girl is my 15-year-old granddaughter, Camryn, who is enjoying a birthday today. And as if a birthday isn't exciting enough, Camryn got her braces off today! I can't wait to see her new smile. I just can't imagine it being any more perfect than her smile has always been.

Turning 15 means she is now a candidate for drivers ed. When I think back to that year of tamping a make-believe brake pedal on the passenger side while her Dad polished his driving skills, I can't help but feel that justice is being served. Drive him everywhere he wants to go, Camryn!

Camryn will be a sophomore this school year and has signed up for many required and elective subjects. She sings in the choir and has chased more than a few balls on the soccer field. She has a level head on her shoulders that will serve her well. She hasn't admitted to me that she is boy crazy and I feel more comfortable believing she isn't. More than enough time for boys!

Happy birthday, Camryn. I'll have your strawberry ice cream made before you know it.

Talk About a Coronary!

The medical bills are coming in. I've only received three of them, but believe me, they got my attention. I know personal finances should remain personal, but I want some sympathy here. So here goes. The grand total so far is $56,883.75. Yes, I feel another heart attack coming on.

In the itemized section of the hospital bill it lists "Invasive Cardiology" and its cost at $39,532.32. What is that all about? Are stents that expensive? My cardiologist already billed me for placing them in my heart. I didn't get a real good look at the room I was in for the procedure, but I do know it wasn't along the lines of the Ritz Carlton. Besides, room and board appears on its own line.

Pharmacy alone was over $3,000. If I wasn't a drug addict when I entered the hospital I must be now. Using $3,000 in drugs during a four-day period sounds like a serious problem to me.

Now the good news. Since I am self-pay, which means I have no insurance coverage, all the parties involved have reduced my bill to around $36,000. It's a significant drop, but I'll still need to sell my house and my soul to meet the bills. May I remind you, I'm still paying on a hospital stay and surgery that I had almost two years ago.

All of this brings me to this question: why would anyone send bills of this magnitude to a heart attack victim? The shock factor is enough to send anyone into cardiac arrest. Shouldn't some illnesses be treated for free since the patient is too fragile to even open the envelope, let alone look at the bottom line on a bill? Have we become that insensitive to the health needs of our American citizens?

Shame on you - hospitals, doctors, radiologists - for saving a heart attack victim, only to push her into having another one.

Monkey Butt

I thought I was being original. Having come from a family whose biggest claim to fame is their sense of humor - often warped and sarcastic, always spontaneous and on target - I really thought my comment was quick-witted and one of a kind.

Robin had been sitting in bed with coffee and the morning news. When he finally rose to take a shower, his red backside reminded me of a baboon.

"You have monkey butt," I told him.

We both laughed and the joke has continued. If we sit too long, we get monkey butt. Since I honestly thought this cuteness had originated with me, imagine my surprise when I learned that Monkey Butt had been marketed. I should have known. Sometimes I think of a funny comeback, only to discover it was so simple, so elementary, that it had originated long ago and by many before me. Such is the case with Monkey Butt.

Robin walked in after shopping recently and sat this bottle in front of me. It's Anti-Monkey Butt Powder, complete with a red-bottomed baboon. I was shocked that someone had stolen my phrase. And turned it into a money-maker. I'm always a day late and a dollar short.

Anti-Monkey Butt Powder boasts that it is good for "butt busting" activities like motorcycling, bicycling, truck driving, and all kinds of sports that can leave a damp feeling in the drawers. Just sprinkle a little Anti-Monkey Butt Powder on the affected areas and stay dry and red-free for hours. Why didn't I think of that?

Dinner's Ready at my House

In pre-heart attack days these chicken breast strips would have been breaded and fried, and served with mashed potatoes and gravy. Yummy on the taste buds but not so good for the ticker. So today I marinated the chicken in a little olive oil, lemon juice, oregano and garlic. Then I broiled them instead of frying. Oh, this Southern Girl loves her fried food! But thankfully, chicken is not one of my favorite foods so broiling it was no big deal. Actually, the marinade helped to disguise the fowl taste.

I put the chicken over a bed of Parmesan Couscous, and added a medley of Asian vegetables and home-grown tomatoes with a hint of onion, lemon juice and olive oil. It may not be totally heart healthy, folks, but I'm learning. I've also gone through a whole box of oats and more is on my grocery list. Our usual Sunday morning fare is a Sara Lee pecan coffee cake and it has been replaced by oatmeal. No wonder I had a heart attack.

Camryn and Our Birthday Tradition

Camryn will be turning 15 this week so we set out to enjoy our birthday lunch and shopping. This is always a fun time for us. I get to re-visit my teenage years through her and she gets to experience a good dose of humility by being seen out in public with her grandma. She handled it very well!

She chose to have lunch at Fridays and our waitress treated us to a big dish of vanilla ice cream, topped with chocolate syrup and whipping cream, in honor of Camryn's birthday. We didn't know if we had room for the ice cream after a big lunch, but we managed to clean the bowl.

Let this picture be a reminder to all you mature ladies out there to never share a picture with a 15-year-old. It doesn't flatter you. Not at all. Actually, the age thing came into play when we entered the restaurant. The greeter asked if we wanted to sit in the bar.

"We're too young," I told him.

"She may be too young, but you aren't," he rudely replied. Then, I guess it hit him how awful that had sounded and he offered to card me. Too late, buddy, you already blew it.


After lunch, the fun part began. Shopping! Camryn had fun trying on clothes and picking out earrings. She ended up with 10 pairs of earrings, sandals, a pair of denim shorts, and a cute top. Notice the worn spot on the shorts. I could put my finger through the threads. I asked if they were defective.

Camryn just smiled. "It's the style, Memaw."

Man, I could make a fortune if I still had all the thread-bare shorts and jeans I discarded when a hole appeared.

I enjoyed my day with my beautiful girl. And if we think she's beautiful today, just wait until her actual birthday when her braces come off. I hope to document that moment with a picture.

Thank you, Camryn for a perfect day. I love you!

Jude...and Sophia in the Spotlight

Sorry I didn't add any words to this masterpiece last night. I was having ulcer pain and couldn't get the video placement and my writing to cooperate. However, the video pretty much says it all.

Jude enjoys having special music. He's a real showman who is comfortable performing for others. Right after his song the pastor asked if I wanted to give my testimony about my recent heart problems and I informed him that I put it in the newsletter instead, and that I write better than I speak. So Jude didn't inherit any spotlight tendencies from me. Angela is right, he is definitely Allison's son.

I hope you noticed when Jude's voice cracked and he had to cough to clear his throat, he didn't miss a beat. He hurriedly said, "I'm all right", and continued his song. It's as if he's been groomed for this his whole life. He has a special gift.

And since Sophia became mobile, she won't sit still. While her mother was filming Jude, she decided to share in the spotlight with probably the hopes of stealing some of it from Jude. As you can see, Jude didn't let a little distraction interfere with his performance. Sophia is the typical little sister, stepping in when she shouldn't.

Good job, Jude. You make Memaw proud! And all the rest of the family, too, of course.

Happy 4th!

What's a July 4th without burgers, hot dogs, and swimming? Ron made his killer burgers with grilled onions, avocados and mushrooms, and Allison tempted our sweet tooth with Hello Dollies and a cool strawberry dessert. The pictures say it all.

Whole Foods, Here I come!

I was told I'd be getting a Whole Foods Gift Card in the mail but I hadn't expected it to be so generous! And I didn't even have to do a good deed to get it. I just had to have a heart attack. It might help, too, that I'm Angela's mother and she's trying her best to make sure I'm around for babysitting duty for years to come. Not that I get to babysit that much.

Angela had already sent me pages and pages of food ideas to get me heart-healthy again. Putting me in Whole Foods without a little instruction is like giving me an engine to overhaul. I don't know what I'm doing. But she knows which foods I enjoyed at her house and what my favorites are that need a little more health and a little less fat and cholesterol. I'm anxious to make my grocery list and go inside Whole Foods like I know what I'm doing.

I think I failed to mention that my cardiologist said the best thing for me is to move in with Angela and Clayton where I will be fed meals that will help me regain my health. And because of my age and experience, he thought they would benefit from my wisdom on raising kids, handling finances, and planning for the future. He assured me I'd be a blessing to them as I managed their home so they would have more time to cook healthy meals for me to enjoy. I detected a hint of envy as he revealed how fortunate Clayton must feel to have such a wonderful mother-in-law. He sounded so confident that this new arrangement would make everyone happy.

Or I can go to Whole Foods and select the items Angela suggested.

Thanks, Punkin! I'm sure my shopping spree will be easier after all your help. I'm ready to sink my teeth into an eggplant sandwich. Yum!

Oh, Happy Day!

Clayton is having his 7th chemo treatment today and his oncologist presented him with great news: this is the last one! Praise God! It was expected that he would have eight treatments but since the cancer is gone and he has responded so well, his oncologist decided there was no need to poison Clay's body any longer with chemo. This is exciting news since the treatments were making him sicker and sicker.

To Clayton, Angela, Ashton, Juliet, and Callan: Welcome back to your normal life! May God continue blessing you as He has through this trial. You passed the test!

I Have a Good Heart

Yippee! I just got a clean bill of health from my cardiologist. He doesn't need to see me again for 3 months. I can slowly resume normal activities (that's all Robin heard) and he suggested that I walk 5 days a week and build up to an exercise regimen. He also suggested that I eliminate stress and fill my body with only good things. He was proud of my progress and complimented me on what a loving family I have that held a vigil at the hospital. Yes, I told him, they are wonderful!

The doctor explained my periods of brief symptoms and how they led to a heart attack. For the three weeks prior, the pain I felt was my artery trying to collapse on me. When it finally did, the pain became constant and the heart attack happened. He said I was very lucky that the artery could be opened and functioning again. There is some permanent damage, but it shouldn't affect my quality of life. As he sent me off, he reminded me that I'm still a young woman with a lot to live for and many more years to do it in.

We spent a small fortune on groceries last week. I bought almost every kind of vegetable and many kinds of fruit. I also got 100% whole wheat bread (I love whole wheat, but usually don't do the 100%) and Boca burgers for those times when I need a hamburger splurge. I've made my oatmeal and devoured three kinds of berries, and peaches and bananas. My body's in shock! But it will adjust.

I'm encouraged by the visit today, although I'm sure I will feel another heart attack coming on when all the medical bills arrive. For someone who is never sick, all of a sudden I owe a small fortune on healthcare. But at least I have a good heart.

Shoes, Shoes, Shoes!

Our first model, Patty, is stylin' in a smart wedge that is versatile for day or casual evening wear. The to-die-for plaid upper is in purple and black that will accentuate any wardrobe. Here Patty has added them to stone capris and a fun turquoise top with 3/4 inch sleeves. This ensemble is a must for those action-packed days of summer.
Next, we have Peggy in the ever-popular pink floral wedge. How cute is that? The dainty flowers in the fabric add a sweet touch to any summer activities. Whether it's lunch with a friend at a trendy cafe or dancing under the stars with that special someone, these shoes can take it all and still come out smelling like a rose.

Actually, Patty and I used extreme restraint and didn't purchase these babies, but we did leave with some treasures. BOGO lured us again.

I Still Scare Grandchildren

I have seen the blank, bewildered look in the face of my grandchildren before. I open the door to greet them and I am met with the look, the one that makes me wonder if I sprouted a third eye or if my face suddenly broke out in unsightly warts. The look suggests that if I reach out to hug them they will run in the opposite direction, screaming at the top of their lungs as if pursued by the Loch Ness monster.

Usually the kids can't wait to get to my house. They know they will have fun with Memaw and Papa while raiding the pantry. They enter the house with wide smiles and eager steps. They freely offer their sweet hugs and appear totally comfortable in my presence. So, you might ask, what produces the awkward look when I answer my door to welcome them into my home?

Memaw without makeup.

I get teased a lot about my makeup. Robin says I won't take out the trash at midnight unless I have makeup on. Chezzy always told me that a herd of elephants would stampede down Main Street before I'd be caught without makeup. Obviously, I make a point to be presentable. But there are times when it's not possible. Like waking up in the throes of a heart attack. For some strange reason, I didn't tell Robin to start the car only after I'd taken the time to apply foundation, thicken the eyelashes and add a touch of blush to my gray cheeks. I even commented to the nurse who was taking me to surgery to have the stents placed in my heart that I'd never gone to surgery without my makeup. That's the truth. I guess I was more worried about my appearance than the condition of my heart.

As far as Jude is concerned, a heart attack means I'll be wearing a nightshirt and no makeup. There's no health risk. It just means he'd rather not see his Memaw at the moment. When Allison took the lovely picture of me in the ER and showed it to Jude, the look appeared before he turned away. He wanted no part of it. He didn't see the oxygen tube in my nose, or the heart monitor recording my activity, or even the hospital bed I was lying in. He only saw Memaw without makeup. When I came home from the hospital I was greeted by Allison and her family and Jude still shyly gazed at me and only accepted my hug reluctantly. Memaw looked scary.

And the following conversation took place today as they left church to come visit with me for awhile.

Jude: "Mama, call Memaw and tell her to put makeup on."

Allison: "Why? Memaw's been sick."

Jude: "Because Memaw is beautiful with makeup on. She looks pretty ugly without it."

Well, Allison didn't call and I got the look from Jude when I opened the door. It's hard to explain the look. I just know that my precious grandson whom I love so much is not real comfortable with me. Allison whispered the conversation they had had in the car and I understood. And later when I pulled out the camera to get pictures of them all dressed up, I declined to get in the picture because I look "ugly".

Jude's eyes grew wide and he looked at his mom and said, "That's the word I used!"

Then he covered his mouth in embarrassment and turned a crimson red.

So, everyone, I have to wear makeup and keep my hair out of a hair clip, all for the sake of my grandchildren. I don't want to be the wicked grandmother who scares away the little ones. I want them to freely come to my home and feel comfortable in my presence. If I didn't know the difference a little face paint made before, I surely do now.

Here are the little darlings in their church finery. They looked so cute. Memaw isn't in the picture for obvious reasons.

Nocturnal Nibblers

It's not unusual for us to spot a raccoon robbing the cat dishes that we keep filled for all the felines who frequent our back yard. But imagine our surprise tonight when we saw three of them nibbling away on cat chow. We're guessing one was the mother since the other two were smaller. We grabbed the camera and managed to get this picture through our smudged glass door, afraid they would bolt if we got any closer. They sure are cute!

Stop and Smell the Roses

My title reflects the words Cheryl said to me today when I lamented about all that has gone wrong in less than a week. Then when I told her flowers had just been delivered to my home and how beautiful the peach-colored roses are, she told me it was God's way of telling me to stop, slow down, take time to smell the roses, count my blessings, fix my eyes on the positives.

I needed that reminder. My day started with a call from my son, Ron, informing me that our business had been robbed of approximately $3,000 in materials needed to do our jobs. Replacing those materials can be added to an already growing list of business needs that must be met. I felt overwhelmed and very disappointed in the human race. Then, I felt hot. The A/C unit had completely died an untimely death.

Robin contacted the service company he uses and we were told there was no point in trying to fix the unit. We were quoted a price for a new unit and the needed upgrades for the attic portion of the A/C. Would you believe it was only a few hundred dollars less than the oil and gas lease check I was supposed to pick up today? I had that money earmarked for other needs. I never dreamed that large sum of money would be gone the same day it was received. Especially, since our A/C unit had been replaced about eight years ago.

We sweltered in the heat all day while the new A/C was being installed. Finally, we left to sign the contract for the oil and gas lease. I was told I didn't have all the documents I needed since the house is in my deceased husband's name. I brought a death certificate and other forms I felt would be needed, but neglected to move heavy things in the closet to retrieve our wills. Mind you, the heart attack was five days ago and I wasn't up to having another one so soon.

Robin has now cleared the way for me to reach the file cabinet so I can get the wills and show up again on Thursday for the signing. But the question remains. Why did the unit go out and consume money we needed for other things? Why do things cloud my way when I think I'm finally seeing light at the end of the tunnel?

Cheryl and I discussed the other side of this issue, the one that pointed to God and His perfect timing. Is it that odd that a major expense happened on the very day we were going to come into enough money to cover it? Shouldn't I be thankful that it happened this way? Shouldn't I trust God to solve my other problems, the ones this check was meant for? In spite of the heart attack, the theft, all the broken pieces in my life, blessings still abound.

This wonderful dinner was made for us by two of our neighbors, Yvonne and Jean. I was very touched when Yvonne called to tell me they would be feeding us tonight. It kept me out of the kitchen and off my feet and we enjoyed every little bite. The flowers, a gift from the bank where I have my business accounts, was another blessing. Like Cheryl said, God wanted me to stop today, amid all the problems and concerns, and smell the roses.

Another blessing, one very unexpected, was hearing from a woman I'd met once at Deborah's pool party. She was told of my plight and immediately offered meals, help, groceries, doctor visits, even a night in her house in a cool room had our A/C not been fixed. Paula was adamant about helping in any way she could. We've met once. Once. God spoke to me today through her and her unselfish kindness. What a spirit-filled woman who responds to God when he leads her to someone she hardly knows. Her correspondences with me through the day have uplifted me. I've been blessed. I have a new friend that I'm very proud of. Thank you, Paula.

So, where does all of this leave me? I'm not sure, but I will trust God with the answers and praise Him for the ways He has called out to me today in the form of dinner, flowers, friends, a sister, my children, and yes, even showing me where to put the big check.

He's All Boy!

Thomas lost two front teeth yesterday, but not in the usual way. Yes, they were loose and bound to come out any day. He just helped them along.

He was playing with his big dog, Buddy, when Buddy pulled away from him quickly and knocked one loose tooth out. The second tooth was hanging by only a thread or two when Thomas decided to freak out his Dad by twisting the tooth backwards and smiling with the back of the tooth facing forward. Ron said it looked so freaky and Thomas was laughing hysterically because he had succeeded in grossing out his Dad. Then, since boys will be boys, Thomas pulled the final loose tooth out himself. He must be proud of those bloody fingers.

Eating with be an art of creativity until his permanent teeth appear and I'm sure with two missing choppers he drained the Tooth Fairy's bank account.

Thank You, Everyone!

How wonderful to be back home where I can sleep through the night without being weighed, poked, pricked, stabbed, and roused from sweet dreams by intercoms and overhead lights. And how delightful to return home to my beautiful greeters who took the time to decorate for my homecoming!

Allison hung streamers and colorful balloons while Jude wrote me a welcome home sign. I was presented with two small bags of peanut M&Ms, stating it was Memaw's turn to have the treat. Then, Baylee quickly asked, "Will Memaw share?" Yes, of course I shared. Sophia was just happy to see us, as usual, clinging to both Papa and me.

I had some meaningful get well cards and e-mails, lots of phone calls and special visitors. Thomas accompanied his Dad to the emergency room and promptly filled in the doctor as to my condition. "Memaw is a little bit, uh, old, and she eats a lot of chocolate." Had I consulted Thomas first I could have saved myself a lot of money. Another Thomasism as he studied the heart monitor with some alarm. "The lines are going like this." (He did his fingers like I was flatlining.) "I'm scared. It looks like the D word." I assured him the doctor would take care of me. And finally, one Peggyism, as I was taken to have the stents placed in my heart: "Please tell my husband when this is all over that I really do have a heart."

Allison went the extra mile and brought in a dozen of huge bakery cookies for the nurses that cared for me. Inside the box lid she wrote, "Thank you for caring for my mom." All the nurses were very grateful for the goodies and came back for more. I thought this gesture was very, very thoughtful. Thank you, Blondie.
This picture of my new heart is not easy to see, but I can tell you that the before and after pictures are worlds apart. The before picture looks like a dark, desolate moon surface, where as the after picture shows a vibrant road map with distinct pathways. No more collapsed arteries. My blood is flowing easily and my circulation and skin color have improved.

This is a good time to remind all of you to never ignore the pain and signs of a heart attack. Like so many before me, I thought the pain was acid reflux or heartburn. I was having an episode daily for 3 to 4 weeks that lasted only a couple of minutes. I went online and researched my symptoms. The only thing I found that matched all my ailments was unstable angina, which the doctor confirmed. Another thing that threw me off was that the pain in my jaw, shoulder, arm, and back were on the right side and a heart attack is more commonly felt on the left. Mine was still a heart attack and it can manifest itself in slightly different ways depending on the individual and their gender. So, please do not ignore a burning in the chest (it might not be heartburn), or pain in the jaw, face, shoulder, arm or back, regardless of which side it is on. See a doctor immediately. Many have died who believed it was heartburn and would pass. Fortunately, I'd researched it and called my doctor to see him. He recognized the signs and told me to go to ER instead.

This was my home away from home the last four days. I must admit, I enjoyed my stays there in the 1970s much more because this is where I welcomed both of my precious daughters, Allison and Angela. Our Jude the Dude was born there, too. A hospital can be a place of extreme joy or sadness. I thank God that my experiences here had great results.

Thank you all for your prayers and support. I ask for continued prayers as I make some drastic changes to my lifestyle. My friend Patty came over when I got home from the hospital and gave me heart-healthy magazines that focused on diet. She also brought dinner from Boston Market, lots of steamed vegetables and a chicken. We have enough food to feed us all week!

All of you are awesome and I love you!

Happy Birthday Ashton

Guest - Dee

Today Ashton turns:
5 years old
or
60 months
or
261 weeks old
or
1827 days old
or
2631336 minutes old (give or take)
Anyway you look at it, we have loved you a very long time! Ashton is so lucky because this birthday he gets to spend it with his grandma who is there for a visit. Have grandma give you big kisses for everyone here: Aunt Cris, Mike, Jude, Baylee, Sophia, Brian, Dee, memaw, papa, Ron, Lieann, Candice, Camryn, Thomas, Nannaw, Peepaw,Grandpa, Aunt Donna and don’t forget Parker! Wew! That’s a lot of people!

I remember so clearly the day you were born. Memaw and I drove to Houston the night before and woke early the next morning to get to the hospital anticipating your birth. It was such a joyous day. Your Mommy and Daddy were just glowing. All your grand parents were there your cousins, Aunts and Uncles too. There for one purpose, to welcome the first of 3 little lives that would bound our two families together. I can still remember your daddy came out into the waiting room with tears in his eyes to let us know you had arrived.

Now you are 5 years old! This next year will be so full of new things to learn, new experiences (school!!) and maybe we’ll loose a tooth? Happy Birthday sweet boy. We all love you so much.

Find out how old you are:

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Update on Mom

Mom is doing lots better. She is out of ICU, she would have been out sooner but there was a bed shortage. Her spirits are high but she'd love a shower. Thank you to Pat for bringing her some make-up and toiletries - she knows mom so well. She had lots of visitors today - all 3 of her brothers, 2 sisters-in-law, a friend that she went to school with that works in the hospital and heard she was there, and Ron and me.

Donna stopped through yesterday - what a great sister.

Mom's brother Gene had the quote of the day. As he was leaving he patted her on the leg and said "Well, I'm glad I didn't have to get my dark suit out and press it." If that doesn't say I LOVE You, what does?

Thank you for all your well wishes and prayers - you are all awesome.

Also, as I was about to walk out the door to go see mom Jude said that he wanted to write a note to the doctor. The note said: Dr Work hard on my memaw - Jude 6

So sweet. That sums it up.

Have we been here before?

deja vu

8:30am ish - my mom calls to tell me she has been up since 4am with vomiting, pain on one side and she will be going to the doctor.

840am ish - my mom calls a little more frantic. She called her primary care physician and asked for an immediate appointment. When she told the Doctor her symptoms the Doctor told her to call 911 - this was heart related. She waited for her hubby to get out of the shower and they were on the road.

845 ish - I start placing calls all over letting everyone know that mom was going to the hospital.

1030 - my husband comes home from work to watch the kids so that I may go to the hospital and see my mommy.

1115am - I get to the ER and they suspect there was no heart attack but it was an "episode" that we should be concerned about.

by the afternoon the cardiologist had come in and after reviewing her EKG determined she did in fact have a heart attack. Large? Small? Doesn't matter. When you hear those words about someone you love - your best friend - your kids mema who hung the sun, moon and stars it hits you like a knife in the chest.

The Doctor told us - by this time it was Robin, Ron, Thomas and myself - Mom should be prepared for a catheter procedure and he would place a stint when he found the blockage causing the problems. About 2 hours later the procedure was over and mom was resting well in the cardiac unit.

This comes on the heels of the passing of a very dear friend...from a heart attack...YESTERDAY! He was young, vibrant, sweet and just a great person.

The thought of loosing my mom gives me panic attacks. My mom is one of my best friends. I talk to her every day, more than once a day. I can tell her anything and know I will still be loved and she will not pass judgement of me. I cannot imagine my life without her. I hope that this is the wake up call we all need to live cleaner, healthier lives. Yes, this might mean no more eggs, potatoes, gravy and homemade cinnamon rolls on Christmas morning. But we will have something so much better, another day, another Christmas with our mom. I'm sure AT&T's phone lines were burning up all day but I also know the lines to heaven were on fire with my mom's name on the lips of those who love her.
The doctor showed us pictures of her heart before and after the stints were placed in there and it was amazing how much blood was being blocked. Mom will be in the hospital until Sunday or Monday. Please pray for her and the strength to make the health changes necessary so that this never happens again.

guest blogger - Dee

Lunch With a Friend

Sharon and I met for lunch today at Abuelos and had a delightful visit over avocado enchiladas, beans and rice. I'd had a stressful last few days and I was looking forward to seeing Sharon, knowing the stress would melt away in her presence. She has a special way of tapping into one's soul and bringing about a peaceful feeling. It was going so well, in fact, that when I glanced at my watch and saw 3:00 I was shocked. Sadly, I had to get back to work and follow up on contacts I had for business advice.

I know Angela and Rachael miss living so close that they could see each other often, but I'm glad their mothers are doing it now. Thanks, Sharon, for smoothing the lines from my brow today.

Fully Rely On God

Several months ago my sister-in-law, Rita, presented me with an adorable plush frog with a card that explained to me what the letters in "FROG" mean: Fully Rely on God. This little guy in his sweet overalls and bow tie has a prominent place on my bed. I see him as I pass by, I pick him up at least twice a day to move him to a chair so we can go to bed, and back to the bed the next morning when we get up. Just imagine what I think of when I see him. Fully Rely on God and the precious sister-in-law who cared enough to give him to me.

I'm reminded often during the day that I must fully rely on God. I have this awful tendency to fret over my problems and those of my family and friends, thinking it's up to us to work it all out. It isn't. God tells us that without Him, we can do nothing. To fully rely on God is to give Him our concerns, the greatest and smallest, and trust Him to carry the burden for us and work out the solution in His perfect time. That reminder in the form of a plush frog that adorns my bed helps to keep me focused.

Because of the comfort its presence brings, I bought a frog and attached a sign around its neck that reads "Fully Rely on God". It's my way of passing along the blessing that Rita gave to me. I have a special family in mind so that Mr. Frog will be a constant reminder that God is near and waiting to wrap them in His loving arms.

Thank you, Rita, for allowing me to focus on the frog and not my problems. And to the rest of you, fully rely on God every moment of the day.

Robin's the Do-Gooder

Robin was the Do-Gooder in our home during this Do Good challenge. I came in second, only because his good deed gave me the opportunity to pass it along. Neither is Whole-Foods-Gift-Card-worthy. While I would love to buy some eggplant cutlets for one of Angela's delicious sandwiches, Robin would have no idea as to what to do with such a gift card. Give him one for Academy and he's there, with ideas galore. Give him one for Whole Foods and he's totally in the dark. So, we have no expectations of winning this contest, but Robin's actions, and later my own, have made three people extremely happy, myself included.

Robin and I have a condo reserved in Galveston for late August. While in the area a few months ago we visited the resort to make sure we were happy with our choice. The units are new and beautiful and each one painted in a soft pastel color. There are many on-site amenities such as miniature golf, pool table, swimming pool and beach access. Movies and table games can be rented from the resort's office, and crafts and other activities are scheduled for the guests.

Now the negatives. The resort is 15 miles from all the action in Galveston. Stores and restaurants are few. The condos sit on such a sprawling amount of acreage that it's quite a trek to the swimming pool. And though it has beach access (across the road), it still requires driving, parking, walking over a bridge and sand dunes to reach the water's edge. And no pier to fish from.

Robin, who loves the action, the people, the fishing, the live activity of a vacation, feels this location has little to offer him. So his Do-Gooder action was to offer it to me and my friends, Cheryl and Patty. He stated that since we love pajama days, books, table games, and all the rest we can get, this resort and its remoteness would be perfect for us. I tried to curb my excitement as I made sure he was willing to give up that week with me in Galveston. He assured me he'd be bored.

Now my good deed comes into play. I contacted Cheryl and Patty who were bouncing off the walls at the thought of another condo week of doing exactly what we please. I admit, my good deed was totally selfish, even though it brought smiles and squeals of excitement to my recipients. But to be perfectly honest, don't we all feel some extreme satisfaction in knowing we have made someone's day? Am I being that selfish when I've made two people very happy? Even though I share in it, too?

No matter how I try to justify my actions or take credit for the opportunity I had, it was Robin who came across as the Do-Gooder. But don't bother throwing his name in the hat. A whole food to him is merely a German chocolate cake that hasn't been cut.

Happy Father's Day!

I spent a wonderful Father's Day with my Dad, Sugar. When I'd asked what I could bring for him he wanted oatmeal cookies. I baked those last night and carried them to him and he promptly began eating. His other Daddy's Girl, Donna, also baked cookies for the occasion, chocolate chip.

As I greeted him with a hug I thanked God for the blessing of having this incredible man in my life. To have parents in their early 80s and a marriage of 63 years so far, puts me in a very rare class of people. I haven't forgotten how special that is.

I could see that Dad is tired but there is no use in telling him to slow down. He's always believed that idle time is a sin so he busies himself with many projects at home and for others and is one of the ultimate Do-Gooders. I can't count the number of chores he has accomplished for me, from wallpapering rooms to adding the electrical wiring to my sheet metal shop. He's a man of many talents and skills, and he's been a blessing to numerous people around him.

I've reminded him that retirement is a reward for a job well done. He just smiled and continued working. But I know the reality of it is that he's so active and healthy now because he's always led a productive life. Who am I to give him advice?

I love you, Sugar, and I'm proud to be one of your girls.

picture added by dee

Do-Gooders Contest!

Since most of you who read my blog also read my daughter's blog you already know there is a Do-Gooders contest going on with a prize of a Whole Foods gift card. The contest ends at midnight on Monday, June 16, with a drawing the next day.

Here's what you have to do to enter: go to Angela's blog site and read the directions. A Do-Gooder is someone who has done a good deed for another, known or unknown, family, friend or stranger. She has listed many examples of a good deed.

Go there now and be thinking of something special you can do for someone else. You never know the blessing you may be showering on another. I'm sure God will lead you to someone who needs to be touched by kindness.

Happy Do-Gooding!

For Angela and Rachael

Angela and Rachael, your mothers have a new BFF! We figured if our daughters can be best friends, we could accomplish the same thing. Not that it was hard, mind you. Our new friendship was immediate and we are thoroughly enjoying it.

Sharon has been visiting our church and brought her husband, Ron, today. I'm hoping they won't consider the drive to be too lengthy, especially with the horrible gas prices. I honestly believe both of them would be a tremendous asset to our church. Not only is Sharon a pianist, but a loving spiritual leader. She's such a gentle, friendly lady. Imagine someone like her being friends with me, who can be abrasive and unpolished sometimes???

Besides having the honor of her friendship, I'm excited that Sharon has agreed to write a women's page for our newsletter. As editor, I'm always looking for new features and especially ones that are inspiring and uplifting. Sharon has a special burden for women and their spiritual needs, and I know her contributions will be a blessing. Since most of you don't receive our newsletter I hope to post some of her messages here. I want to encourage her to begin her own blog. I think we'd all enjoy getting a head start on the day by having a devotional with Sharon.

Rachael, dear, your mother is priceless and I see why you are a magnificent woman with the example you have had. Sharon and I are a little behind you and Angela as far as friendship goes, but I have a comforting feeling that we will catch up real soon.

Our Mountain Lion

Picture this: Instead of my leg, imagine that Parker is sprawled on a tree limb, front paws dangling, and overlooking a rugged, rocky cliff. Does a mountain lion come to mind? This big baby thinks nothing of putting my legs to sleep with his 17 pounds of tom cat.

And by the way, this is a real picture of Parker, not one I borrowed from the internet to add spice to a story.

Donna's Kidnapping Experience, Or How Someone Got Donna's Goat

By Guest Blogger, Donna.

This morning I left home for work and I wasn't far from home when a car coming toward me blinked their lights several times. I started to slow down and up ahead was something standing in the middle of the road. What I saw when I got closer was the cutest baby goat. I pulled over so I could coax it out of the road. It came right up to me. It had a bell under his chin that made almost as much noise as he did.

I tried to get it to stay out of the road, but every time a car would go by, he'd start chasing it. He
turned down into some woods, but when I went by looking for him, he came back out and started chasing me. Let me remind you. This is a very small goat....someone's pet that is about to be run over. That is why I picked the little darling up and put him in the backseat of my car (not the new car thank goodness). I tried to find a house nearby with someone at home, but I wasn't successful.

I noticed on my cell phone that James had tried to call me. He was traveling with Quentin, his partner. I called him and he could hear my passenger "baaing" in the backseat. He couldn't believe what I was doing. They both got a laugh out of that. James started trying to tell me
what to do with the goat. I could take it home or to a vet not too far away. Whatever, but get to work. I noticed a truck going up a driveway to a house and I followed him. It wasn't his home.
He was just going there to visit. Anyway. Long story short. After the goat jumped out my car window, he offered to take him to find his home or at least where he'd be safe. This gentleman (about my dad's age) thought he knew where there was someone not too far away who raised goats.

Now my husband knows what to get me for my birthday.

Slumber Party!

Robin had to go to Houston on business and you know me, I never pass up an opportunity for a slumber party. Patty eagerly packed a bag and rushed right over. We had Mexican food for lunch, came back home so I could check in at the office, then off again to shop.

We hit a few stores and either shopped or just looked. I shopped for Parker and Weasil and got their Father's Day gift for Robin. Our evening was spent in front of the TV with national and local news, and a few games and some reading.

You should have heard the laughter as Patty and I played who wants to be a millionaire online. We got very close to the big bucks, I am proud to say. But the laughter erupted as we lost three times on the first question. For the most part, we did fabulous. If I didn't know the answer, Patty usually did, and vice versa.

Robin had the camera so we had Patty's husband Dave take some pictures of us. He had trouble loading them last night due to computer problems, so no pictures at this time. I hope to post some later.

My endorphins were elevated as we laughed the night away. Just what the doctor ordered.

Keep Sweet

Patty and I have been using a new phrase when we finish talking to each other on the phone: keep sweet. If you aren't familiar with that phrase you haven't been reading books about all the problems within the FLDS church. Patty and I have read three of them recently since the news about their prophet's demise and new throne in a prison cell is only months old.

Actually, we see nothing wrong with keeping sweet. We all enjoy surrounding ourselves with people who have a sweet, friendly demeanor. Many of us could use a lot more sweetness in our lives. I believe, too, that keeping sweet (as much as possible) allows Jesus to shine through our countenance. No one wants to encounter angry people on a regular basis.

So, why, when we see the importance of keeping sweet, do we laugh each time we say it?

Let me give you the FLDS definition of keeping sweet:

- Awake each morning with plans to make your husband happy, regardless

- Be in total obedience to him for he knows what is best for you, even if that includes abuse

- Never, never, never voice your own feelings or hurts for they only show how disobedient you have been

- Failure to keep sweet under any and all circumstances means you have lost favor with God, the prophet, and your husband

- Keeping sweet simply means losing your own individuality and becoming property, disposable property

- Keeping sweet ensures eternal life that can only be achieved through your husband, the priesthood head of the family.

Are there really women like that in modern America? Sadly, there are and many of them have a miserable existence. Many are escaping their repressive lifestyles but are so ill prepared for the world outside of their compound's walls. Many are denied an education, believing their husbands will teach them whatever is necessary to learn. When Patty and I laugh over keeping sweet, we aren't making fun of the women who only know this one way of life and are too fearful to turn their backs on it. We are poking fun at their so-called prophet.

He's the one telling all the women to keep sweet. And while the female believers are doing their best to keep sweet and never have a display of emotions, he was doing everything in the book that was against the very things he preached. It's fitting that his reign as a dictator is over and I hope he is keeping sweet in prison. That would be a major feat since he has many more legal battles ahead of him.

No marriage is a bed of roses, but at least our husbands acknowledge that we were born with brains. We do not need them to do the thinking for us, or make major decisions that affect our lives, or demand respect when it hasn't been earned. I don't see any of us begging for forgiveness from a husband who has just rearranged our face. And how many of us would be comforted knowing our husband's position as the head of our families determines our own salvation? Yikes. It's sometimes scary standing on our own two feet, but at least we have the free will to choose who we serve.

These stories of injured women emerging and getting a taste of life have been fascinating. And knowing one man can have such complete control over the masses is unbelievable. This isn't some remote jungle in South America. This is our country. Pick up copies and be prepared to be shocked, angered, and pulling for the good guy (or girl). I don't think you'll be disappointed.

oh, and Keep Sweet.

Rhyme Time is Corrected

I am slowly learning how to move around in my blog, thanks to Angela. I thought I was following all her instructions perfectly, but discovered that after all my hard work, none of the poems (except for the two she labeled for me) were accessible from the link I posted. After many futile attempts to get it right, I noticed the URL I copied needed some characters deleted. Bravo! It worked. I guess one can teach an old dog new tricks.

Pool's Open!

Robin officially opened the pool a few days ago when he jumped in to cool off after working outside. He's tried to encourage me to get in, but the water temperature of 82 degrees feels like ice water to me. I assured him that I was content to watch him swim.

Allison brought the kids over yesterday to swim after we enjoyed a wonderful lunch of Mexican food. Jude and Baylee had no problem braving the water, but Allison and Sophia were a little more reluctant. I asked Sophia several times if she wanted to get in and she just pushed my face away from her. I got the message.

The pool is always a hit with the grandchildren who have summer birthdays. With swimming and plenty of food, their parties are a hit. Aside from birthdays, I promised Candice and Camryn a pool party this summer. They can enjoy their friends while Memaw supplies the food and snacks. I hope I remember how much teenagers eat, and how loud they can get.

When Allison left yesterday I went to the shop to dole out the paychecks. Thomas was there with his Dad and I spent a few minutes with him. He's excited about being a 2nd grader next year and his parents are proud that he scored very well in a higher reading level. Good job, Thomas!

Candice will enter the brand new school year as a senior which is hard for this Memaw to grasp. Camryn will be a Sophomore, Jude will enter Kindergarten, and Ashton will be homeschooled. My grandchildren are growing up too quickly.

When this Texas heat gets to being too much, come over for a dip in the pool. I promise that by July it will be a comfortable 88 degrees. I prefer 90, but will accept 88.

Happy Birthday, Mother!

My mother is a beautiful 82 years old today. Her spunk and sense of humor have survived the years very well. She's an amazing woman who raised five children and is still married to their father, and has been for 63 years. That must be close to a record in this day and age.

I guess Mother is known the most for her cooking abilities. She can put on a feast for the masses and look fresh and polished in the process. Even if she makes a mistake with a recipe it turns out to be a masterpiece and one she will repeat, mistake and all. That happened recently when she added cornmeal to her whole wheat bread when she grabbed the wrong canister. The result? Excellent crunchy toasted bread with a good flavor. I don't think she knows how to fail in the kitchen. Sadly, I didn't inherit her culinary skills to that limit.

Mother still loves to tease and laugh. Often she has succeeded in embarrassing us with her friendly nature. I remember times during my teens when she would honk and wave at the boys on the street while I crouched in the seat or hit the floorboard. I wonder if it would have been as funny to her if I had been the one doing the flirting. I did my share, but not in the car with her, I'm sure.

Mother has always been the best Nanaw to her grandchildren and great-grandchildren. None of the kids have ever felt too big to spend a weekend with their grandparents. Instead, it was an event to look forward to and still is.

My mother is generous and feeds the multitudes, prays for each member of her family and extended family, and helps those in need. She believes in us and encourages us. I am blessed to have her as a mother and I know each of her children feel the same way.

Happy birthday, Mother. We love you and wish you many more birthdays ahead. Now, if you'll bake your famous chocolate cake we will come share it with you. I'd leave off the candles, if I were you.

Celebrating a Life

It's difficult to believe that 15 years have passed since I lost the love of my life. What a loving, dedicated, and loyal husband and father he was. Heaven will be a time of rejoicing as we all reunite and introduce this wonderful man to all the grandchildren he's never met, and see the pride in his face and the tears in his eyes as he looks upon his wife and children again. It's a reunion I am looking forward to. He's always in our thoughts, always in our hearts.