Pictures From Yesterday...

My Mom took the pic of me watering the flowers, I took the rest...

In Dreams....

Last night I had a dream. I wouldn't call it recurring...though it was similar to dreams I have had before. I dreamt that I was standing on the bank of a great big lake I was very near the edge, just looking across the water and suddenly all of my teeth fell right out of my head, every single one dropped from my mouth. I was standing there horrified when a man came to me and kept trying to help me put them back in I was crying and sobbing he kept saying "please don't cry I'll help you" but they just wouldn't stay where they were supposed to be. Then I was sitting in my Dentist's big office chair , while my dentist turned on all kinds of noisy equipment while he was trying to explain to me that he would have to do brain surgery on me and everything would be ok. Only he would need to have the Pizza delivery man help him with the procedure because all of his Dental assistants were off for the day. Every time I tried to tell him that he couldn't do brain surgery he was only a dentist he would turn on the noisy equipment so that he couldn't hear a word I was saying. I kept begging him to let me go but he just kept saying no, stay, you'll be fine. You'll be fine. But I didn't feel fine, I felt trapped, in that big office chair.

Charm-a-licious...

Overheard while waiting for my "Chunky Monkey" (Vanilla Ice Cream swirled with Heath Bar Crunch,Walnuts and Banana).

My mom and Lil and I were waiting in the truck for Kruze and Em and Sar to bring us our Ice Cream (I love delivery). Lil was waiting extra-patiently for her vanilla puppy cone and watching the little boy in the yard across from the ice cream stand...he had almost all of her attention, except during the several times she scanned the sidewalk to see if her puppy cone was finally walking toward her. I opened the window so she could get a better view of the running toddler...he had no idea that he was under surveilance,he just kept running up and down his short concrete driveway chatting away to absolutely no one. Lil was mesmerized...she may even have forgotten (briefly)that her cone was on its way. Finally she leaned out of the window trying to get a closer look and he spotted her, he stopped running, and stood there wide-eyed and stone still staring at her, then he ran over to his little red bike with training wheels hopped on it and charged toward us with fearless speed, he stomped on his brakes and screeched to a halt a few yards from us and yelled " Hey Doggy How You Wika Me Bike?!! And then he sat there on his bike, waiting for her answer.
Toddler in his blue Spiderman Pj's and Lilli in her big black truck...
Completely Charm-a-licious....

Being Held Hostage...

Sadly, I am not surprized. My grandma has once again had to suffer the disappointment of being told that she can finally come closer to home...only to then be told that it is not going to happen. Fill her with hope and then deflate her spirits.

Over Mothers Day weekend we were visiting with Grandma when the nurse came in and told her that by Thursday she would be moving to a different hospital closer to home. Grandma's eyes lit up and she was so cheerful after that. I was so happy to hear the news too, it has been challenging to drive the distance...do not get me wrong...I would walk to the ends of the earth with my feet in shoes full of glass shards to visit this women, its just that with gas prices being what they are (appallingly retched) and the fact that I am forced to travel the distance in one day it makes it hard to visit more often...which incidently is exactly what this woman needs to get her back on her feet. I can not go into great detail, but I will tell you the facts in brief...Grandma is in another state and appartently that state is holding her hostage, I have come to this conclusion (very Oliver Stone of me, I admit)they have come up with every excuse as to why they can not transfer her back to our state...every excuse has been met or maybe I should say...we have over come every one of their excuses only to be handed another reason why she can not move. I am ready to drive my truck the 8 hours to her, grab her out of her prison cell throw her over my shoulder and carry her out on my own...and God help anyone that trys to stop me!!
I am frustrated beyond belief, but the worst thing of all is knowing that however great my frustration may be, my Grandmother is laying in a small room in the middle of a gigantic hospital with only one day of visitors to break up the lonliness, what is there to convince her to fight, to stay strong and to hold on?

Into the Sun...

I took these pictures last week at sunset, a professional photographer would not be impressed, I am sure the sun spots are not something to strive for but I love the way these turned out. Dare to be different...

I love this pic... Just Curious...Do you know where it came from? Anyone? (I did not take it.) Anna you are not allowed to participate because I have shown it to you a million times.  

Pics: From the Road to Gran...

"Those things that nature denied to human sight,
she revealed to the eyes of the soul."
~Ovid~ (43 B.C.-17 A.D.)

On the Road to Gran...

I haven't really posted very much on my blog about how Grandma is doing, it has been very frustrating dealing with the Doctors and Nurse's, every time that we talk to them they have an entirely different story to tell, there are so many different health care professionals dealing with her at any given time that it has been extremely difficult to get a straight and knowledgeable anwser from any of them. I honestly have wondered if any of them actually have any clue at all. That being said, we have recently received great news from her Doctor, after months and months of being told that Grandma is far too ill to be moved to a closer facility, one that would allow us to visit her more then once a week, they are finally saying that her health has improved enough to move her. YEAH!! I only hope that we do not receive a phone call saying that this has changed once again...it would not surprize me.
During Grandma's illness and hospital stay, my sister, my mom and I have been treated pretty rotten by our distant family members, most of which have hardly visited Grandma during all of this. We have been criticized about everything. Apparently we have not been visiting her enough, we haven't shared enough of her medical info with them, we haven't tried hard enough to get her closer to us, we haven't sought enough medical attention(Hello?!!She is in the flippin' hospital its not like we have her locked in an attic some where in a broken down abandoned house!!) I have let these people get me down and have stressed over what they think for far long enough, they are completely ignorant and I don't really think they deserve any more of my consideration or sleepless nights. Its kind of funny how the people in Grandma's life that are doing the most criticizing and complaining about us, are also the ones that have done absolutely nothing to help her through this rough patch she is going through...where are they, when did they visit or call her? And for that matter where were all of these "concerned" people before she got sick? How often did they see her then? Or call her just to see how she was. I love my grandma and have been going through Hell watching her suffer like this and it has been especially painful to have her so far away , I have children in school and 2 jobs and a truck that guzzles gas but I still managed to drive 8 hours a day once a week to see her...most of the people complaining about my sister, my mom and I, all live within 30 minutes of Grandma's hospital...so to them I would say GET OFF YOUR OWN FAT ASSES...we are doing the best we can if you think you can do better THEN DO IT !!!

Well I feel better... ;o

Waiting for Tomorrow...

I wasn't going to post today because I just think that days like today are better left to me alone...why spread the ooze. And then I figured, well, I always share the funny quirky strange days maybe once in a while it would be ok to share a trampled flat and broken day. I feel like crying and I have felt that way most of the day, I know why but it would be so hard to put it into words and really the "why" is just so very complicated and emotionally draining that it needs to stay bottled, its just that today its a little extra fizzy and the cap keeps trying to pop off. So there it is...no explanation just a tiny plea for a cyber hand to hold. Tomorrow will be a better day...

Certainly Not in His Job Description...

I know I haven't posted in a few days...the warmer weather has kept me outside most of the time...and I have been very busy with traveling and I started my own landscaping business so that has kept me on the run lately...I love love love it. I have been neglecting my site recently...I hope to have a little more time to sit down and post at least every other day this summer, please bare with me while I get into some sort of a routine.

The real reason I wanted to make this post is for the most awesome of all Fed-Ex men. And although he will likely never see this post or even ever realize that a post has been written about him...it needs to be done.

Yesterday I was trying to get my lawn mowed (it generally takes at least three hours with both Kruze and I workin' at it)I started out with the push mower and mowed all of the areas that are just too hard to get at with the rider and then I walked around the yard with the weed whacker and whacked up a bunch of stuff, I was feeling like I was on a roll and it was going really smoothly and I really liked the idea of staying on top of this lawn and not letting it get out of hand...I need to keep my own yard in order and well-behaved other wise I will become exactly like the plumber fixing everyone else's leaky faucets while at home his own are sprayin' like Niagra. I finished all of the little whacker and push mower stuff and started mowing with the lawn tractor, I made one run across the yard and then got a little too close to the edge of the farmers (muddy) field and the mower and I both slide right off the edge of our yard and right into the sloppy field (which incidently had just been planted...sorry Mr.Farmer, Sir.)I tried backing out, I tried going forward it was stuck tight so I got off and tried to push it out,it made a horrible suctiony noise but it wouldn't budge (of course I did have it in reverse while I was trying to push it forward...SHHHhhhhh...thats just girl stuff)I was covered in mud up to my knees (thank God for big old rubber boots) I even tried to lift it up and pull it out, I was pushin' and pullin' and swearin' and kickin' for about 10 minutes when across the fields and down the road I seen a Fed-Ex Truck barrelin' it slowed down just before our driveway and turned toward me...such perfect timing and he barely had a clue that I was gonna beg him for a little manual labor and man muscle...he pulled up along side me and got out and handed me the package (Thanks Mom for ordering a Printer and having it shipped to our house it was like a dream) and just as he said "Have a great day" and was about to step back up into the safety and comfort of his truck I said "So I know this is totally not in your job description but do ya think maybe you could help me get that stinkin' mower out of the mud?" He started to laugh and then said, sure. So there we were Mr.Fed-Ex in his work shorts and hiking boots and me in my bibs and rubber boots pushin' and pullin' and kickin' and swearin' until we got it out. Now that is what I call service!! And he even kept his smile! Fed-Ex to the rescue above and beyond the call of duty...I think I should be on Tv in my bibs and boots covered in mud from head to toe tellin' the world about how great Fed-Ex men are at pullin' tractors out of muddy fields...don't ya think?

Jet Stream...