Monday, December 15, 2008

Some things you just accept...


I wrote a very early morning email to an old friend:


Michael.


I was awakened this morning, about thirty minutes ago. I had been dreaming! A tall, youthful looking man looked me in the eyes and said, "Remember me?"

In my dream, I said, "I think so."

My mind raced... Who am I suppose to remember today. Then I fully woke up, walked to my laptop and Googled - Vietnam McMinnville Young.

Today and most likely about this time in Vietnam, marks 38 years since Tommy's death. Just wanted to let you know that he was not forgotten.

Thanks again for the kind words that you spoke of my parents when we talked
last year! -



This message was delivered to Michael at 1:11 AM



At 1:47 AM this was in my Inbox:



Bob,


How special our dreams are. I also have awoke tonight. First at a little after midnight then again @ 1:09 AM. Didn't know why but now I do.


Thank you Bob for remembering my brother and I. Stay in touch and keep dreaming.


An Old Friend,


Michael D. Young






MEMORIAL FOR

VETERANS DAY


11/12/2001


Thomas D. Young, known by us as Tommy, was born October 8, 1949 and was killed in action in the Quang Tri Province of Vietnam on December 15, 1970. He was the son of Tom and Ardith Young and he was my big brother. Tommy grew up in the Dibrell community and attended school at Dibrell from 1955 to 1967. Tommy was a "Wildcat" and played on the junior high and varsity basketball team as a guard.



Our father was a veteran of World War 2 and served our country in the United States Navy. He had experienced the horror of war and like any father, he was concerned for Tommy's safety and urged him to join the Navy during the Vietnam Conflict due to the fact that the Navy was playing a less active role in Vietnam. Tommy feared that if he joined the Navy and something had happened to him my father would blame himself so he therefore like so many other young men during those times waited to be drafted into the Army.



He reported for duty on April 30, 1969 at Fort Campbell Kentucky where he received Basic Training. Tommy had a natural ability of being able to fix anything and this gift prompted the Army to send him to Fort Eustis Virginia. It was there he learned how to repair helicopters. After training, he was sent to Fort Stewart Georgia to implement his newly aquired skill.
During the Vietnam War, it was customary that the "minimum" tour of duty in Vietnam was 12 months, so when Tommy had less than twelve months remaining in the service, he along with our family was hoping he would be one of the lucky ones and finish his tour of duty here in the states, but as fate would have it this would not occur.



With only eight months remaining of his two-year tour he received orders to report to Vietnam as a Crew Chief on a Helicopter.



Tommy arrived in Vietnam on September 31, 1970 and was assigned to the famed 101st Airborne Division (the "Screaming Eagles"), which was based at Camp Eagle located just a few miles from the DMZ zone. He was very proud of being assigned to such a famous unit as the 101st, which gained their fame during World War II in Europe. The recent series being shown on HBO called "The Band of Brothers" features Company E of the 101st Airborne Division and Tommy always said that they had the coolest looking arm patch, which depicted the Screaming Eagle. Tommy was assigned as the unit commander's Crew Chief. This, he felt, provided a certain amount of safety due to the fact the commander, Major Jack Clark, was an experienced pilot. Like Tommy, Major Clark was from Tennessee, he being raised in Knoxville. In Tommy's letters home he often referred to the Major as the "Old Man".



A Crew Chief is charged with the responsibility of making sure the helicopter is flight ready and acts as a backup Door Gunner in the unfortunate event that the primary Door Gunner is injured or killed. Door Gunners were extremely vulnerable to enemy fire and their occupation had a very high casualty and loss factor in the Vietnam War. Helicopters were primarily used for reconnaissance missions and transporting troops into and out of front line offenses. During the brief time Tommy was in Vietnam he would fly over 36 of these dangerous missions. In one letter we received he would write "It rained all day today. I have grown to look forward to rainy days because on those days we don't fly".



It was on the morning of December 15, 1970 Tommy was flying a reconnaissance mission with Major Clark and the door gunner, Sergeant Gene Reyes. Flying along with Tommy's helicopter, which was referred to as a ship, was a Cobra Gun Ship to provide additional support in the event enemy forces were encountered. Tommy's ship encountered 51-caliber anti-aircraft fire and was struck in numerous places. A fire developed onboard but due to Major Clark's expert flying capability in maneuvering the helicopter the fire was extinguished. It was during this process that the onboard cargo became un-strapped and was causing the ship to become unstable due to the weight shifting. The door gunner, Sergeant Reyes, told Tommy to strap down the cargo and when Tommy left his seat, he was struck by one 51 caliber round which entered his body in the lower back and exited the side of his head. There was no doubt that Tommy died instantly. However, Sergeant Reyes, the door gunner, administered first aid during the flight back to Camp Eagle where Tommy was pronounced dead on arrival at the base Hospital. He was only 21 years old when he died.



Tommy had never been away from home during Christmas and had written in one letter how he wished he could be home with our family to celebrate the holidays. My parents had his body brought to our family home where many friends and family mourned his passing.


A short time later I received a phone call from Sergeant Reyes's wife. She said that her husband was distraught and somehow felt responsible for Tommy's death and had attempted to take his own life. He had been placed in an Army Hospital for treatment and was soon released from active duty. In 1998, more than 27 years after Tommy's death, I contacted the Reyes family to better understand the details of that tragic day but was informed that Sergeant Reyes had led a tormented life and had committed suicide in 1995. He too had become a victim of the Vietnam War.


Tommy was posthumously awarded the Bronze Star, the Air Medal with 6 oak leaf clusters, the Purple Heart and numerous other awards presented by the Vietnamese Government for his supreme sacrifice.


Over the years many of Tommy's friends have stopped by our family home after they had visited the Vietnam Memorial in Washington D.C. and presented my mother with a pencil sketch of Tommy's name traced from the wall. These kind acts were very comforting to my mother and I. Honoring Tommy today is another event which I will always cherish.


Thank You

Friday, December 12, 2008

And you think gets hot where you live!


December temperature in South Georgia???

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

Thanks again, Dad!!

I just finished an evening of firearm cleaning...

2 pistols

3 rifles

2 shotguns.

Included in these, was my Dad's Mossberg 20 gauge that was bought for him in 1957, shortly after I arrived in this world.

He gave it to me Christmas of 2005. Dad passed away January 23. 2006.

Dad called me just before Mom passed away, October 20, 2005. He asked me for my SS# and he didn't really give me a reason why he need it. But I knew it was for a good reason. Shortly thereafter he broke his right wrist.

I plan to do some shooting with my son-in-law over the Thanksgiving weekend - therefore the marathon cleaning session. I took the butt-plate off of the stock just to be sure everything was clean. As I removed the butt-plate, I noticed something in the wood.

I put on my reading glasses - two sets of 9 digit numbers.

One is my Social Security number. A quick check of my Dad's DD-214 (I put a copy in the back of Funeral Flag case), confirmed the other set of numbers was my Dad's Social. In the grain of this 50+ year old wood is preserved our Social Security numbers, engraved most likely with his Case XX pocket knife. This, for sure, would been one of the last time he "wrote".

Thanks again, Dad!!

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

Dessert Contest

It's that time of year again...



Wow, what a sugar rush!!!

I was feeling not the best yesterday and only had Townhouse crackers and pimento cheese with cranberry juice for supper last night. So this morning's sugar - judging of Desserts for the Thanksgiving Dinner hit me right between the eyes.

Results of the judging will be posted this afternoon after the awards are presented!

And the entries are:

Black Midnight Pilgrim Turkey Cupcakes


Canied Apple Pie Cheesecake
Third Place




5 Way Chocolate Cake


Banana Sour Cream Cake


Apple Pecan Cobbler


Coconut Praline Pie
Second Place


Sweet Potato Pie with Pecan Crisp
First Place


Raspberry Swril Cheese Cake


Japanese Fruit Pie


Cream Cheese Pound Cake

Monday, November 24, 2008

Metro Monday

Metro has a couple of sweaters and jackets for cold weather wear. He recently acquired a new military style jacket that a Daschund had outgrown it. Saturday's weather was chilly and the afternoon sunshine made for a glow that accented Metro's hair perfectly.







And Saturday night, Sarah put on his "pajamas". Again, so he could be warm.




Sunday, November 23, 2008

Through a glass refracting...


This afternoon, I went to the kitchen to get a glass of water. As I stood there with glass in hand I notice the sun dancing through the sugar shaker that was used this morning for our coffee.



I sat the glass of water in the sunbeam.



A jelly glass



A bottle of hand soap


The steam of a dessert dish

The base of the dessert glass




Saturday, November 15, 2008

But you offered me a discount!!!

Two emergency room visits this summer...

Fifty dollar co-pay per emergency room visit...

Waiting for the insurance company to make payment to the hospital...

Making sure the EOB is correct...

Getting the actual bills from the hospital...

Writing the check for the $100 balance, this week and mailing it on Tuesday...

Getting a call for the "outside" billing office yesterday afternoon: "If you pay your balance now, we can offer you a 50% discount..." This message is left on our answering machine. So I call back the number on the caller id. I say that I would like to take advantage of the offer. And then I tell the phone drone that I have already made a payment.

"Oh!?!?" She doesn't know how to handle the situation. She will check with her supervisor and the billing office and make the promise to call me back.

SHE DOESN'T!!!

I called back and got another phone drone. She, too, tries to offer me the discount. Then she bring up my account. "Oh, it now shows a $0 balance. I can't offer you a discount on a $0 balance."

Will I be calling the hospital Monday morning??? I've already complained about the lack of care from the Emergency Room doctors. Those docters were "fired" as the result of my and others complaints. And at that time was told the CEO would "get back with you". He hadn't.

So this time I start with the money guy -
Chief Financial Officer Michael Hester (478) 448-4050 mailto:mhester@dodgecountyhospital.com


Then -
CEO Kevin L. Bierschenk (478) 448-4066 kbierschenk@dodgecountyhospital.com

And then -
Administrative Assistant Esther Daugherty (478) 448-4067 mailto:estherdaugherty@dodgecountyhospital.com


Fifty bucks is fifty bucks!!!

Thursday, November 13, 2008

I knows me some Puppies!

Name That Dog Breed

Click on the pup above to take the quiz!!??

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Veterans' Day 2008

On behalf of the President of the United States, a grateful nation and the United States Army please accept this flag as a token of our appreciation for your Father's honorable and faithful service.

God bless you and this family, and God bless the United States of America
.




Monday, October 06, 2008

Metro Monday



Wishing for a fish!


Metro loves being at the dock. As we were sitting on the benches and talking with family and friend, Metro was staring at the water. And if we have rod and reel, he will hang his toenails over the edge of the cypress boards, anxiously waiting for a brim to wiggle out of the water.


Wednesday, October 01, 2008

Coronary Catheterization

Total of 7 blockages, ranging from 20 to 50%. They (more exact I) will be treating with medicines, more healthy diet and exercise...


Monday, September 29, 2008

Class Reunion

Can you adopt an entire graduating class as your own? Well it would seem so. Sarah's classmates are the greatest! We had a blast Saturday night (and the entire weekend). With time being limited, you tend to spread yourself thin to get to each person and at least say, "Hello". With email and "free" long distance calling, we will stay in touch with them. My favorite line of the evening, "If I knew it was going to be this great, I would have worked harder"...

All of the sudden, three years is beginning to feel like way too long.




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Thursday, September 25, 2008

The Waiting Game

So much for the theory "if they wait a week before calling about the results of the Coronary CT scan" - I won't need a Heart Catheterization.

Sometime on Tuesday. The hospital will call me on Monday with my scheduled time.

Sunday, September 21, 2008

Blossom where you are planted!

Are you in a tight spot? Blossom where you are planted!

Are you between a rock and a hard place? Blossom where you are planted!

Are you going through tough times? Blossom where you are planted!



Bloom where you are planted!



Saturday, September 20, 2008

Happy Birthday, Metro

Eight years ago today, a little boy was born. A very little boy. He was one of three born to his mother that day. He remained unnamed for 11 weeks. That was when we were introduced to him. He melted our hearts and changed our lives. We adopted him and he joined our family.

Today, he still still a small boy - just over five pounds.


Metro with a Catfish larger than he is!

Friday, September 19, 2008

Two Appointment/Same Day - Cornary CTA

More detail here - later....

Finally made it to an appointment that was originally scheduled for August 18th. But the ERCP kinda bumped that in the head.

We were early for the follow up appointment with the Endocrinologist and were walking out before the scheduled time. We had time to kill, so we headed to the mall for a bit of shopping.

A Coronary CTA is a CT scan with three passes and then another one after a contrast dye has been injected. And about 3 seconds after the dye hit my veins, it felt like I grabbed an electric fence with my right hand. OUCH!!!

And I did have an allergic reaction to the contrast. I woke up in the wee hours of Thursday morning with my eyes nearly swollen shut and itching. It was like a million mosquito bites!

Benedryl, lots of water and 24 hours later the reaction subsided... Then, the wait for the report.

Two Appointment/Same Day - Endocrinologist

The follow-up to the ERCP was schedule for Wednesday. But before that, more blood work to see how my liver is functioning and my general health. We arrived an hour early for the 11:30 appointment and the Physician Assistant saw us in the waiting room. Shortly thereafter, we were called back to the exam room. Stopping by the scales, showed just a two pound increase (mostly related to jeans versus shorts). The liver function enzymes were back to normal. HOWEVER comment "you are slightly anemic. Your hemoglobin level is 11 and should be 14. Your hemoglobin was above normal while you were in the hospital."

  • No wonder I have been running out of gas toward the end of the day.
  • No wonder I am anemic, I've been on a very restrictive diet (which prohibited red meat).
  • And to make sure there is not any blood lost anywhere else, I have another test scheduled for 8:00 on October 31st - a Colonoscopy - "because you are at that aged". Yay, for being over 50!

Monday, September 15, 2008

Metro Monday

The calendar may say it is only a week until autumn, but the temperatures in south Georgia won't reflect the season until much later in the year. This weekend I felt well enough to work on the Cabin at the Pond. We are "closing in" - literally!

It was hot (mid 90's) and sunny on Friday afternoon and Saturday. We prepared ourselves with extra fluids. We had been just pouring Metro's water into a stray plate or tray. But we wanted him to have a go to place for his water at the Cabin. As I was grabbing water, fruit juice, Dr. Pepper and Coke Zero, I placed a small metal container in the bag.

Metro enjoying his cool drink of water.

Sunday, September 14, 2008

Porch Puppy

Just because...


Because he was too cute... just sitting there as we gathered the tools and put away fishing rods. He knows by our actions that it is time to head back to the house. Metro is so in tuned to our routines. He know when I grab my keys and put on my shoes that we are going outside for a while. He know when I pick up my backpack, I'm going to work. He will wait at the back door for me in the afternoon. Sarah says Metro will camp out about 30 minutes before I arrive.

We are amazed by Metro and the ways he patterns his ways with ours.

Metro let's us know when to open the door for him. If his food bowl is empty (he free feeds), then he will stand by the kitchen and bark. If we are not in bed by 11:30, he will whine and moan - telling us it is beyond our bedtime.

It is often said, "We do not train our dogs, but they train us."

Monday, September 01, 2008

Metro Monday

Let us introduce - Mona!!!


Brooke and Kyle has blessed us with a Grand-puppy. She is a Dachshund and is as sweet as can be!



Metro, on the other hand, isn't so sure!

Friday, August 29, 2008

I'm 85.16% the man I use to be...


Just before Vacation Bible School, I weighed 217 pounds, my blood pressure was much too high and my gallbladder was literally killing me. I stepped on the scales in the lab this morning.

Today, I'm below 185 pounds (fully clothed and with my Reebox Classic tennis shoes on) for the first time in many, many years. My blood pressure is getting close to being normal all the time. The pain in the upper right quadrant of my torso is slowly fading. I am sleepy at 10:00 p.m. instead of closer to midnight and sleeping until the alarm clock makes that noise at 5:45 a.m. I still have a "spare tire" around my middle, but it is more like a bicycle inner tube than the truck wheel that I was carrying with me.



I'm a blessed man. I know this. God has been good to me and Sarah. My Faith is renewed and I am obligated to share it.

Monday, August 25, 2008

So here's the deal...

It''s been a while since I posted a new blog. But I've got a good reason. I've been SICK!

We went back to Macon on Wednesday the 13th to get the results of my Stress Test. "We were not able to see proper blood flow at the bottom of the heart. We need to do a heart catheterization to check it out".

OH JOY! It is scheduled for Monday the 18th at 1:30.

Wednesday night, I experience pain more intense than that of my gallbladder attack the Monday morning before my Cholecsystectomy. At midnight, Sarah says, "Take one of the Nitro pills, that's why you have them". One NitroQuick under the tongue. Pain remains. Five minutes later, the second NitroQuick, pain remains. In the meantime, we are dressing to head to the hospital per the instructions on the Rx for the NitroQuick. Hours later, x-ray and blood-work and Toradol shot for the pain - I am given a prescription for Naproxen. NAPROXEN??? that's Aleve...

We place a call to the family doctor, after two hours sleep in the recliner on the heat pad. When we get there at 9:30, they have the name and address of an Endocrinologist in Macon.

By the way, when you are stopped by the Georgia State Patrol with your flasher flashing, going 82 mph in a 65 zone and look as sick as I did - the first thing he will ask you is "Do you want me to call an ambulance?" With the advice to 'slow down a bit and be careful', we were back on our way.

We get to the Endocrinologist shortly after 11 o'clock. The Physician Assistant orders liver function test and ultrasound to confirm the diagnoses that I feared some four weeks earlier. I have a stone blocking my bile duct.

Shortly before noon, I am in a hospital gown and waiting in the Surgery Center of the Medical Center of Central Georgia. Two IV's established, blood drawn and at 1 o'clock, I am taken to Ultrasound.

I said to the Ultrasound Tech, "I know you can't tell me what you saw, but there is a reason for me being in all this pain. Right?"

"Yes, let's just say, something is stuck that needs unsticking."

PAIN!!! Pain like I have never experience before. And I cannot have anything for it. Says the nurse in the Surgery Center, "If we give you anything for pain, it will further constrict the bile duct and make it more difficult for the doctor when you go to surgery." Oh, let's make it easy for the doctor, shall we????
We wait, and wait and wait. Between 4:00 and 4:30 the pain peaked. I didn't know it at the time but I was passing the ROCK through my bile duct on my own. Sarah was sitting on the side of my bed holding me, telling me to not hold in my yells. I let loose a scream or three, but then I thought of something. My Lord suffered, He suffered beyond anything we will ever endure. Then I thought of something else. Before we left home, Sarah called one of our church family. They were praying for us. I started. Mrs. Lois, Mrs. Christine, Dennis, Lisa, Melissa, Amanda, little Sami...... I started on the right rows of pews and I named each and every one of the CHURCH FAMILY that were praying for us. I let my mind concentrate on those that were back in Telfair County, with us on their minds.

At 6:30, I am finally taken to the Operating Room. The room is lined with as many electronic instruments, screens and computers as needed for the launch of the Space Shuttle. And I remember nothing else...

I wake up in Recovery. Sarah is brought to me shortly thereafter. It is confirmed; rips, tears and abrasions were present in my bile duct where the ROCK made its exit. The doctors repair and angioplasty the duct. After a while, I was taken to the Medical Observation Suite (one step up from ICU). Sarah insures that I will be well taken care of and is given phone numbers to reach the nurses. She heads back home for some much needed rest.

I watch the Olympics on the TV hanging on the wall and am given something for pain... I don't sleep!

Morning brings breakfast: Clear broth, lemon Jello and a Sprite. I eat the Jello and drink some of the Sprite. The broth - bleeeck!

Lunch: Tomato soup, more lemon Jello, orange like juice stuff and some (it would have been better - colder) Vanilla "shake" in a carton. Remember those 8 oz. milk cartons at school??? The Tomato soup felt so good to my sore throat where all the camera, light and probes when down during the Endoscopic retrograde cholangiopancreatography (ERCP). Sarah arrives back at the hospital shorty before lunch and helps me get set up to eat.

Then I slept, the last pain medicine was pumped into my IV about 10 o'clock. I sleep while Sarah reads from her Bible. We waited and I slept some more. Finally about 6:30 the Physician Assistant arrives with my chart in hand while I am finishing the last of my supper - again, Tomato soup! My liver enzymes are still high, white blood count is still elevated but I am able to walk and eat without upchucking! WE GET TO GO HOME.

Much slower this trip!!! As we approach, the Northwest corner of the family farm - two whitetail does are standing in the middle of the road in front of the neighbor's pond. We stop in the road as close as we dare, and watch. Then two spotted fawns jump from the bank of the opposite side to join their mothers.

We are Home. Sweet, Home!

Monday, August 11, 2008

It's not easy being YELLOW

A call from the cardiologist on Friday, "Doctor K. would like for you to come in on Wednesday to discuss an abnormality she saw in your Stress Test".

Is that part of this stress test, keeping me in suspense for another 5 days before I know what is going on?

In the meantime, I have something else going on. I am jaundice. I won't go into details, but if you google Bilirubin in Adults- then you will see some of the symptoms I am experincing. I'm tired and weak and YELLOW.

I do have an 3:15 appointment with our family doctor.

Tuesday, August 05, 2008

All Stressed Out

I am behind in posting to my blog. My appointment on the 29th of last month resulted in another appointment - this one for a stress test. It is scheduled for Thursday at 1:00 in Macon.

Please pray for me!

Wednesday, July 23, 2008

Doctors

On Wednesday, July 9th we had 3 doctor appointments. Mine were in the morning, in Eastman with Dr. Mc and Dr. S. Sarah's was in Vidalia for the afternoon.

Mine went smoothly - except my BP was still too high. We left home around noon, so we could have lunch in Vidalia before seeing Dr. H. We arrived around 20 prior to the scheduled time and were shocked by what we saw.

NOT A SINGLE PERSON IN THE WAITING ROOM!!!

Usually there is not an empty seat in the waiting room. Then we get the explanation. "You didn't get a call from the Savannah office this morning? Dr. H had an emergency surgery." With that Sarah is rescheduled for two weeks later and we do a bit of shopping. Caller ID showed that we did get a call at 12:26...

Fast forward to this afternoon. I make the very short drive from my office to Dr. H's office, fifteen minutes before the slotted time. Sure enough all but one of the chairs is occupied. Mama is there, as she often rides with Sarah to the doctor so she is not left on the farm alone. Mama motions that Sarah has already been called to the back. Not only is she in the exam room, but x-rays have been taken also. Now only to wait for Dr. H to arrive from the office 30 miles away, where he spent seeing his morning patients. He is running about 25 minutes late.

At 3:25, Dr. H is still putting on his lab coat as he enters the exam room. Dr. H and the recepionstists apologized several times for the mess up two weeks earlier. Sarah had been moved to the front of the schedule, ahead of those that were booked for 3:00.

And why not, she had only been waiting 338 hours.

Monday, July 21, 2008

Metro Monday

Time for another bag!!!






The photo above is the new bag of Metro's food taken on March 2nd. Today he is down to the last couple of quarts from that bag. That will be enough to feed him until the end of this week. So what I had predicted would last him 15 weeks - actually took him nearly 20 weeks to consume.




"Mor fud, plez! kthnkzbai!"

Saturday, July 19, 2008

C3H5(NO3)3 Sublingual

I had been hurting in the void that was once my gallbladder. FOR A WEEK. I called my doctor on Thursday. That was when my pain level equalled or topped the pain of that Monday morning that I went to the ER. They were double booked that afternoon, so they scheduled me for yesterday morning.

My BP was too high. So I was given 80 mg. of Micardis instead of 40 mg. I was instructed to called my cardiologist - I have an appointment on the 29th. And I was given a prescrition for these:


The good news: Weight - 194.4 pounds!!!

Wednesday, July 16, 2008

My latest addiction


The Ridiculously Long Lasting Gum


Since my surgery, I have just about given up on desserts - except when Harvey's has Blue Bell Ice Cream half-gallons on sale for 3/$10!!!

I saw this You Tube video the day after my gallbladder was removed:



Matt is sponsered by Stride Gum.


Then, I was given a piece of Stride Sweet Berry by a co-worker the day I returned to work. Now, I am not far from a pack of Stride gum.

Monday, July 14, 2008

Metro Monday, Part II

WE NEED SOME MORE RAIN...

While we have been getting rain (enough to make the grass grow and so we don't need to water the garden). But the Beaver Pond is drier than we have seen it in a couple of years.



During wetter times, the water would be well over Metro's head... Below are link to other post with photos showing the same stump.

Metro Monday

Metro would walk over to the recliner, put his front paws on the foot rest and then simply flop down on the rug in disgust. He wasn't going to attempt jumping into the seat if it was going to hurt his little knees. So like the steps at our bed, the solution for him getting into one of his favorite spots for a nap, I built a simple stool to give him a boost.




Problem solved!

Tuesday, July 08, 2008

Ain't seen that in a while!

I stepped on the scales in my office this morning. They are very accurate and I use them to check the weight of bags, especially when there are revisions that might cause an increase or decrease in the overall empty weight.





To my surprise, the digital readout was different this morning.
The leading digit was not a 2!!!



Before I picked up the camera, 199.0 was on the display!

Monday, July 07, 2008

Metro Monday

Yummmm... Cantaloupe!

A six pack of cantaloupe plants were transplanted back in the spring. We pampered and watered. We hoed and weeded. Sarah kept turning the small melons as they grew so they wouldn't rot on the bottom.

After church this evening, we were walking Metro and strode toward the garden.

"You think it's ready?"

"Go ahead and pluck it."



Sarah has already peeled and sliced the cantaloupe and it is cooling in the fridge!

Wednesday, July 02, 2008

Back at Work...

...but only 93.8 % of me made it.


I'll give you a moment on that one!

Sunday, June 29, 2008

Cheese Cake

She loved cheese cake. I asked her what I could get for her. She said, "I want a cheese cake." So for my birthday, I bought two - one for her and one for me. I share mine with Sarah. I'm not sure she shared with anyone.

Later, I took her a mini (6 inch) cheese cake. I told her she didn't have to share with anyone. She didn't! She told me so!

For Brooke and Kyle's wedding reception we had teeny cheese cakes. We took her about a dozen of the little bitty sweetie!

Mrs. Myrt Williams passed away on Friday. Sarah and I visited with her and the family, shortly she took her last labored breath. Just about the time we were rounding the corner near the bakery and the cheese cakes as we were grocery shopping.

Forever more Myrt Williams will be associated in my mind with cheese cake!

Mrs. Myrt this slice is for you!

This is your brain....

I have only one addiction...

I get my daily fixes from coffee, colas and tea...

Caffeine!!!


While in the hospital, I was NPO (nothing by mouth) from Monday morning until Thursday. By Tuesday afternoon, I was going into detox and withdrawal. My head was splitting from lack of its normal dosing. My first chance for a Coca Cola was with breakfast (my first and only meal at the hospital) on Thursday morning before my discharge. Yes, Coke for breakfast!

IT DIDN'T TASTE RIGHT!!!

My taste buds are still not alert after the anesthesia. Food doesn't taste the same, even now the can of Coke beside me doesn't taste right.

Flowers and One Huge Card


Fresh cut from Tumi Friends


Plants and Beautiful Basket from Family at Faith


The Poster presented to me this morning from the Children and Folks at V.B,S.

I so missed being at Vaction Bible School and taking photos of the classes, crafts, coloring, creating and cooking.