3 Days of Valentines

On the first day of Valentine

my true love gave to me:

A dozen peach colored roses with purple bells

On the second day of Valentines,

My true love gave to me :

A bag of Peanut M&M's Cupids Mix

On the third day of Valentines,

My true love gave to me:

A lovely Hallmark greeting

that was very moving!

We have had a bad week at our house. We are trying to adjust to George not being around. We are getting used to no one standing at the door when we come in. We are looking in the local shelters for a new dog. We submitted our application to the local rescue. They wanted 3 references and were going to call our vet. We may get invited to attend the open house at the Dober haus next week. It is a little intimidating. Are we suitable parents?

The Joe pet decided that since I was having a bad week, I might need 3 Days of Valentines instead of one. He is my reward! On Thursday, I had a beautiful bouquet of peach colored roses and purple bells. On Friday, it was the Peanut M&M's Cupids mix. Oh, I could not stop eatting them, and then my stomach sent me a Valentine, telling me it does not appreciate the peanuts. Then on Saturday morning, I had a beautiful, sentimental Valentine. On Saturday night, we met our friends Harry and Ruth Ann at our favorite restaurant - Frescos. We always go out on Valentines with Harry and Ruth Ann. They have been married forever!

In a former life, Valentines was not happy. It was white knit pajamas with red hearts from Victoria's Secret and some nasty, cheap, heart-shaped box of chocolate that ruined it. It symbolized a failure for me.

God's grace is wonderful. He is a God of second chances. He knew the desires of my heart. God brought Joe into my life and Valentines has changed. I have a man who made Valentine's into a three day event. It is grace this side of eternity.

I am not saying I am running into Victoria's Secret to buy some foo foo pajamas. I don't even go into the mall. A catalog does come to my house. One of the girls must have ordered it. I will always hate cheap, heart-shaped chocolates.

I finished and mailed some Valentines for my friends that I had started earlier in the month. I just mailed my kids Valentines on Saturday. I am sorry Katie and Jamey to send late greetings. I hope you have a wonderful belated Valentine burger on me!

Second chances are the sweetest!

Valentines I made for my BFFs.

Oh, I did make a sweet one for Joe too.

Fly away, George Bailey

We brought George home from the shelter almost seven years ago. The ladies who operated the shelter found him running loose in a Hurst neighborhood. Joe thought he was about 3 years old but when we took him to the vet, they thought he was about 7 years old. Either way, we estimate him to have been between 10 and 14 years old. For a Doberman that is a very old dog.

George acted like he was young. He could put the fear of God in a cheeky squirrel who dared to run along our fence. He and Katie ran from one side of the house to the other playing hide and seek. He behaved like a hormonal teenager when Finn came over to play. He just wanted to be loved and petted by everyone.

Two weeks ago, George started coughing like he had a hairball. Joe took him to the vet and she said she was not sure what it was, but gave him an antibiotic. He took 8 pills daily for 10 days. He decided at day 5 that he did not like those smelly pills. We used all the tricks we knew to get him to take the pills. He took his last dose on Saturday. He chased his final squirrel on Saturday. He wanted to lay on the tile as if he was hot. He had some trouble getting up off the floor.

On Sunday, he started coughing again. He whined all day. He was breathing very hard. We called our daughters who have vet tech experience. Katie said we should take him to the emergency clinic. Joe got him to lay down on his bed and he started shaking and gasping. It was so difficult to watch. I knew that this could not last all night. I called the emergency clinic and they said a vet was there.

We loaded him up in the truck and drove him to the clinic. He could barely get in the truck and I had to help him up. We waited to see the vet tech for about 45 minutes. Georgie just panted and could not lay down. I got on the floor with him and he laid across my lap.

The tech said she heard an abnormal heart beat. She took him to let the vet listen and she confirmed the abnormal heart beat. The vet came in and said it was a serious problem. She took some x-rays. The results were not good. We were separated from George for about 40 minutes while the tests were run. When he came back in the room, his breathing had worsened. He was exhausted, he stepped from foot to foot and could not sit or lay down. The vet said George had an enlarged heart but that was not the worst part. His lungs were filled with white stuff that the vet said was cancer. She said there was no medicine available that could fix that. She gave a few minutes to talk. Watching George struggle, made the decision easier for us. He would not have lasted through the night, and I would not allow him to suffer the last hours of his life.

The vet and the techs were so kind. I sat on the floor and pulled him over to me. Joe scratched between his eyes like he loved and I rubbed him. George relaxed and layed down and then his heart stopped. We cried and said our goodbyes. I never imagined that we would not come back home without him.

We came home tonight and there was no one standing at the door to greet us. I went into the bathroom and no one pushed the door open and followed me in. I haven't opened the green treat can all day. The little pink pill box sits on the counter undisturbed. I prepared my lunch this morning and had the throw the juicy bits of fat in the trash. Joe was home today all alone and it was very lonely. George has been his constant companion these last months.

When you have a pet and an empty nest, you become a family of three. George was our baby. He loved us unconditionally. He never held a grudge. He was always happy to see us. We spoiled him completely. Joe always made him his own pancake or waffle. I fed him off of fork whatever I did not eat. He had a little rug between our chairs at the table so he would not have to sit on the cold tile while we were eatting. He loved everyone and offered all the opportunity to pet him.

I am thankful he did not suffer long. I whispered to him to go find Rudy as he slipped from this life. She would show him how things worked when he got to heaven. Fly away home Georgie boy, we love you and will never forget you.

Did A Little Birdie Tell You?

Daddy making goard birdhouses in his workshop

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  Daddy and Buck
  
  

  Daddy and Katie - 1986
  
  
  

  
  Me - pregnant with Katie - and Daddy in front of our trailer at NOBTS.

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  My friend from work who suffered an aneurysm a month ago called me today and she is doing great. She had some vision issues and her eyesight has improved to 20 - 25. I believe she has experienced a miracle. I told someone that I felt that loosing your sight would be one of the hardest things to adapt to. The person I was talking to said, no, the worst thing is loosing your memory. I thought about it and decided that it may be difficult for those around you to see you loosing your memory, but would you be aware that it was happening? I hope not.

  
  I started thinking of my daddy. He died eleven years ago last month. In the last months of his life, I believe he started to repeat himself - alot. He would tell you something and then in a hour or two tell the same story again. It was a terrible feeling to see him slip away. In those last months of life, he became obsessed with his high school football team. In his senior year, the high school football team won the state championship. The year he died, the school once again won the state championship. It had been over 60 years between championships!
  
  The local newpaper put his team picture in the paper. My dad cut it out and showed to everyone. I picked him out of the group. If my studio was not so disorganized, I could find that picture and post it here. But, I don't know where it is and no, my memory is fine.
  
  Over the years, I had heard my daddy talk about playing football in high school. The coach was a tough guy named Coach Morgan. Coach Morgan was a bachelor when he started coaching the team, but he met a sweet, youthful teacher from the school, fell in love and married during the year. I imagine to a team of 17 year old boys, that must have been a wonder to behold and ponder in their spare hours. I think Daddy thought they were a very odd couple.
  
  Daddy told me about a conversation the boys overheard between Coach Morgan and the new Mrs. Morgan. I sort of imagine that Coach Morgan looked like a life size Popeye, but not as fun. I never saw him, but Daddy said he sort of talked out of the side of his mouth. My daddy would do a Coach Morgan impersonation. Coached asked the Mrs. "How do you know, did a little birdie tell you?" For some reason my daddy thought that was so funny. I guess you really had to know the Coach to appreciate the humor in that story. I believe I got my memory genes from him. If I am taking after Daddy, I have about 30-something years, before it starts failing me.
  
  As Daddy continued to loose his memory, he was diagnosed with some serious blockage that was possibly contributing to the loss of memory. He took an ambulance ride to the hospital and never returned home. It was a very risky surgery for him, but the alternative was for him to just stay in the house and not exert himself in any way. For my daddy, that would have been torture. The cardiologist, performed the surgery, and there were many complications and Daddy went to the CICU.
  
  Family members and friends would gather outside the doors waiting for those few minutes every hour when you were allowed to go in and visit the patient. As we were waiting by the doors, we learned that in the same CICU was Coach Morgan's wife. The coach had died many years earlier and his widow was right there in the same unit with Daddy. It was such an ironic chain of events. Coach and Mrs. Morgan had one daughter and she was driving in from somewhere in the midwest. Mrs. Morgan had church friends checking on her until the daughter arrived. I spoke to the daughter, and told her that Daddy was on Coach Morgan's team the year they won the state championship and that he spoke of it often in his last months.
  
  Daddy suffered several complications and died. He never really woke up after surgery. We all waited for one last glimpse of recognition from him, but it did not happen. However, I think very fondly of those final days in the waiting area of the CICU. I still miss him. I don't think I will ever stop missing him, the sadness gets less painful and the memories bring you more joy.
  
  I am certain I don't want to loose my vision. I want to always think I have a great memory and please, no one tell me if starts to slip away.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

Random holiday photos!

Christmas Crop at Church

Terry, Me and Debbie
"The Girls"
Me, Terry, Debbie, Paula and Judy

George Bailey

My tree and mantel all sparkling.

I don't know why, but I love this picture

Kalen doing the secret Santa gifts at the Christmas crop.

Kalen is Debbie's daughter.

Inez and a moving Sydney handing out gifts

Catching up

My friend, Judy, told me today that I was very behind in my posting. She said she guessed I was too busy with FaceBook to post to my blog. I have been enjoying using FaceBook but then there are several of family members and friends who have not joined the FaceBook crowd, so I still like blogging with them.

If you read my blog because of an email that is sent when I post something new, you may be missing one of my favorite parts of my blog, - the music. If you go directly to the blog site, you should be able to hear it. I have learned how to use Playlist. It is another amazing part of technology that I love!

I had a very nice and quiet Christmas. Here are some snipets of what has been going on since my last post.

I reconnected with my friend Lisa. She and I worked together before either of us had children. We worked with children - wild children, so it is a miracle that we actually some of our own. It has been almost 25 years since I last saw her. I found her on FaceBook. It felt like we had just seen each other last month. I really enjoyed our friendship. We will be getting together again next month.

Some of Joe's family came over the day after Christmas and we had a fun time. We ate and then played a little game I made up since we were not exchanging gifts. It was fun and I think I will do it again next year.

My Mamou was supposed to spend Christmas with my sister Betty in Arkansas, but you her "stomach was just not right" and she could not go. She came over Christmas day and had lunch with us. She loves to use her stomach as an excuse to not do something she does not want to do. I think my sister and niece and nephew were disappointed she did not come.

My lifelong friends came over after New Years for a girls lunch. Judy does not like being referred to as "the girls" but it does not bother me. I made Chicken and Rice and tableside guacomole. It was very good, if I do say so myself. We were always together: Terry, Paula, Judy, me and my sister Betty. Judy's sister, Debbie, did not always "hang out" with us kids when we were younger. But, she tolerates us pretty well now and she is one of "the girls".

I know two people who lost their mother over the holiday. One is my brother-in-law. How difficult it must be to loose a loved one at Christmas. Two new angels will sing in heaven's Christmas choir!

One of my co-workers, who is several years younger than I am, suffered a stroke at work the week after shutdown and was hospitalized for two weeks. She does not seem to have any mobility issues but her vision has been affected. She had just gotten married a few months ago and was so happy. Her life was going great. It reminds me to never take for granted your health and life. She apparently had some uncontrolled blood pressure issues. Never stop taking your blood pressure medicine.

My very brave friend Cindy, who I also found on FaceBook, is battling breast cancer. I spoke of her in an earlier posting. She is taking her chemotherapy treatments at MD Anderson. She lives in Houston. She never complains and is very thankful for God's blessings with her care. Please pray for strength for Cindy as she goes through this difficult fight. By the way, the lump she found in her breast was thought to be "nothing" by her GYN and the surgeon he sent her to see. The surgeon wanted to remove it just to be safe, and it turned out to be a very aggresive cancer.

Joe's daughter, Lynn, who is somewhat of a "wanderer" has left for a trip to Spain and North Africa. She will return in August. Lynn will be 30 this year, but loves to travel and see the world. She is part of team who goes into remote areas and works with groups of people who most of the world would never see. I don't know if I could do that,On her last adventure to an island off the coast of Indonesia, she slept on the floor of small huts and used a hole in the ground for the toilet and ate pretty much only rice for about 6 weeks. She will possibly start natureopathic medical school in the fall.

My Katie and Drew moved to Seattle. They drove a moving truck and towed Katie's car behind. Their dog Finn rode in the middle of the front seat with them. It was a great adventure. They drove west to California and then north along the coast. He has started a 6 months internship with an Architecture firm and Katie is working in a vet clinic. What an exciting time in their young lives.

A new position may be opening up for me at work. It will be a developmental position and I could get some "on the job" training. I am very blessed to have a job that I love. There are so many people out of work, I am very thankful to have a job. Joe looks everyday for a new job. I can tell somedays he is down, but he just keeps on looking.

OK, this was sort of depressing post. I apologize. I will also post some random photos in another email from over the last couple of months.

Oh, one more thing: My baby boy turns 22 on Friday. He is the brown sugar on my sweet potato casserole, he is tartar sauce on my fish, he is the bubbles in my gum, he is the shooting star in my galaxy. OK, I guess I should apologize once again for completely gushing. Happy birthday, best bud!!

Smooches to all.

More Thanksgiving photos

Playing Shanghi
You can play this one and this one!

Joy does not look happy with her hand.

Betty and Joy

Kim's baby Granite

Kim and Jeremy

Lizzie

Joe, Joe and Don

Tara, Inez and Kim

Aunt Mary Jo, Megan, Cassie and Joy

Joe and Aunt Mary Jo

Betty and Jeremy

Happy Birthday Betty!

Betty, Inez and Joy

We had a wonderful week of visiting with family and great food. I have really enjoyed my four day weekend. It is back to work tomorrow!

Wonderful holiday visit

Katie serving dessert and Jamey getting in the picture.

After our Thanksgiving meal, we played Pictionary Man.

The original Pictionary is more fun!

Everyone listens to the instructions.

Roger likes to make up his own rules!

Jamey and his Grannie

Cousin pic: Jamey, Katie, Cousin Kim and Cousin Jeremy

George sitting pretty in the fall leaves.George and Finn sitting together so I can take their picture.

Katie and her baby Finn.

Finn is asking George if he can have the squeeky ball!

Finn is posing pretty for his Gram.

We had a wonderful visit with Katie, Jamey and Finn. They got in late on Wednesday evening. We lazed around on Thursday morning and enjoyed a great meal and game playing at Lizzie's house on Thursday. We opted to go non-traditional for our Thanksgiving meal. I am not a great lover of Turkey and Dressing. We had Honey-baked Ham, sweet potatoe casserole, spinach and cheese casserole and some delicious salads. Lizzie made some the best deviled eggs. For dessert, Mother made pecan pie and chocolate pie and Lizzie made Banana Pudding. It was all so delicious.

We slept late on Friday and had Frescos for lunch. We love Frescos. We did a little shopping. We had Red Lobster for supper. Joe got out all his gift cards from previous Christmas gifts and he had one for Red Lobster. I had some for Frescos. It was a great time to use them.

Katie and Jamey left our house at about 11:00 a.m. on Saturday. I enjoyed their visit so much. George was completely worn out after Finn left. George is an old man and had trouble keeping up with young Finn. George was looking for everyone today. I could tell he was a little lonely.

Then Saturday night, Joe and I went to a Casting Crowns Christmas concert. Avalon, Michael English, Natalie Grant and Denver and the Mile High Orchestra performed too. It was a wonderful concert.

Now, I have to put away my fall decorations and drag out all the Christmas one. I am having trouble getting motivated for that! It is only November 30, so I don't have to get in a big hurry. But it is a lot of work! I think we will be having Christmas at our house this year with Joe's family. That will help me be a little more motivated.

Hope your Thanksgiving was wonderful.