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Greetings from Louisiana!

Today my third oldest daughter graduated with her masters degree from the University of Phoenix.  Because the college has branches all over the place, she chose to walk in Baton Rouge, just one hour from my sister’s house. How sweet is that, to have her big day far from her classmates so that I could spend time with my sister?  I have great kids.  It was a crazy day, 850 graduates each of which had about 5 family members in attendance.  It took forever to get through everyone, but Pap and I sure are proud of her.

Since my last post Baby Preslie has begun to eat, but still weighs only 12 pounds at 6 months old.  She’s the cutest little Tinker Belle baby, big blue eyes, a pair of dimples.  The doctor is not worried about her lack of progress in the outward development stage.  She can roll from her back to her stomach and that is it.  Apparently, all her energy is dedicated to developing that digest system, lungs and other internal organs.  I don’t wish premature babies on anyone.  But as regards Pres…all is well.  She’s growing and thriving, just slowly.

Pap had a minor heart attack on Easter Sunday brought about because of a blocked artery.  He had new stints put in and is back in physical therapy.  That caused some havoc around the old homestead, so I still don’t have my business plan finished so I can go to the bank.  Grrr…I’m not mad at him, but sheesh, I’d just like to catch a break once in a while. I’m sure he would too.

Rehearsals for the “spring” play are now rehearsals for the “summer” play, because in addition to Pap’s set back (he plays Grover in this production) we lost our director, Alice.  Alice is one of those people that make the world a better place.  She is lovely, kind and has the greatest sense of humor.  Right now she has both a tumor and a lesion on her liver.  We’re so worried about her.  While she waits for test results and some kind of news on what the doctors are planning to do about this illness, she gets weaker and weaker.  Pray for her please.

June 3, 2012 at 9:07 am 5 comments

Spinning so fast it seems to stand still

Holy cow it has been crazy busy around here!

I’ve been working feverishly on the business.  Daughter and I met with an advisor from the small business administration to review our business plan, loan options, what ever other help the SBDA will send our way.  That was interesting.  She’s very nice, and she has a ton of experience with everything except kids.  Kids have quite a lot to do with our new business so we spent tons of time trying not to roll our eyes at her outdated and inappropriate ideas.  We meet again next week so I have been feverishly drawing, painting and writing up the details of no fail business and why we’re fabulously qualified to run it.  Trademark stuff is still not back, and it’s just killing me not to post the pictures and details.

Baby Preslie has gurd.  Apparently that is a intestinal problem she will eventually outgrow.  In the mean time, she cries after every bottle and that is only when one of us can get her to drink a bottle.  Poor little thing.   But here she is, looking so much healthier than she looked at birth. She’s up to a whopping 8 pounds, most of it to her sweet little cheeks.

February 11, 2012 at 11:12 am 5 comments

Boys, A Business and Wicked Good Fun

In 2012 Pap and I will gain two new grandchildren.  The first, Preslie, you’ve already met.  She’s doing smashingly well, by the way, growing and changing every day.  This summer, another daughter will be having …drum roll please…our FIRST grandson!! Holy cow, 7 grandgirls and now a boy??? Who the heck will the poor little guy play with at family functions?  I’m completely obsessed with shopping for tiny trucks and dinosaurs, button up shirts with khaki shorts.  Pathetic.

In addition to writing a new Christmas play, working on a cemetery tour and finishing up my friends books for his ice cream truck…I’ve been assembling a business plan.  Have you ever had in your life one of those moments when somebody says “Hey, you should….” whatever, and the cartoon light bulb pops up over your head?  A suggestion that instantly starts your imagination racing, an idea that becomes so obsessive you sit up at night crunching numbers and making lists of people that might be able to help you?  This is one of those times for me.  A full circle experience.  A business that will work better for me than anyone else simply because I’ve never been able to do just one thing because I was raising kids.  Eight years as a non-commissioned officer in the Air Force – works.  Twelve years in finance-works.  A lifetime around community theater-works.  Sew, knit, paint -works.  Construction through our old house of perpetual remodeling-works. Freelance writer-works.  Daycare operator and mother of many-WORKS!

Eventually I will write about this business but today I’m huddling under “if it weren’t for bad luck, I’d have no luck at all.”  Usually, only you dearest blog neighbors drop by and visit.  If I were to post all the details of my new business before I finish the trademark and patent work, some internet fluke would land my post on “freshly pressed” or you tube or something and the opportunity would be gone.  So…care to guess how I’ll be making my living this time next year?

January 27, 2012 at 9:02 pm 4 comments

Preslie Grace Just Couldn’t Wait for New Year’s

This should be an interesting day.  Preslie made her entrance into the world last night before midnight, at 4:30 my phone is ringing.  Hysterical daughter “can you or Dad come”.  Apparently my son-in-law collapsed from exhaustion and is now in the emergency room.  Katie is recovering from the c-section and Preslie, since she arrived a month early, is hooked up to a variety of machines, gadgets and other hospitally things.  Pap is most experienced with hospitals and I’m most experienced with toddlers, so he’s dashed off to boss all the nurses around and I am home with Makenna, Katie’s almost 2 year old.  Ugh.

December 20, 2011 at 4:40 pm 6 comments

Worry…worry, worry, worry….

As I type this, my youngest daughter (the one I usually call Princess), is having her second child.  With complications.  It’s maddening to sit at home waiting for news from her shy, beleaguered husband when every cell of my body is calling for action.  But this is the way she wants it.

Her real name is Katherine, she’s a type A as you might have figured out if you’ve read this blog since I started it in 2006.  She had no interest in filling her labor time with friends and family as is the modern custom.  She likes that time to be spent quietly, with her husband, like we did in the 80’s.  Toxic and ill through most of this pregnancy, after two days in the hospital they’ve now rushed her off for a c-section.  Preslie Grace is six weeks early.

It isn’t unusual now days for babies to come early and show no side effects from the experience.  I haven’t heard of anyone dieing in childbirth for many decades.  But I can’t stand not knowing what’s going on in intimate detail.  What’s going into her IV?  What is her blood pressure?  Let me see that read out from the fetal monitor….without the intimate details, I’m definitely worrying myself into a headache.

 

December 20, 2011 at 8:35 am 2 comments

Once a Year We Gather

Today the extended clan gathered for our annual Christmas party.  A weird event this gathering.  With the exception of my own children, I only see these people once a year, at Christmas.  Aunts, Uncles, Cousins…I know their names, I know their faces, but I can’t say I know them.  It wasn’t always this way.  We used to be a more tightly woven group.  We got together for more holidays than just Christmas, had the occasional dinner together throughout the year, sent cards and letters, talked on the phone…but then our matriarch passed away and with her, our energy to stretch out beyond our immediate families and friends.

The fun has gone out of this party which leaves me two choices.  Stop going, or attempt to pump the fun back into it.

December 18, 2011 at 9:03 am 3 comments

Goodbye and Good Riddance 2010

While I won’t say 2010 was the worst year of my life (that honor goes to 1995), this year has sucked enough to nearly take over the title.

My husband, Pap, spent half the year in the hospital, lost a toe, and went sufficiently crazy to leave our marriage as strained and stretched as it’s ever been. My youngest daughter got married, pregnant, toxic and had a baby with colic and acid reflux. She screamed in High C for the first four months of her life. These events combined with my inability to get a job managed to drain our savings. So here we were living paycheck to paycheck when Pap totaled our car (you must look both ways before entering an intersection). That’s when he told me he hadn’t paid for the car insurance. Alrighty then, fast forward through the fines, tickets, and increased insurance premiums to the lawsuit by the driver’s insurance company. His hospital bills are costing us more than the car we had to pay for.

But it just gets better! Pap didn’t pay attention to the mail after his court appearance, his license was suspended and then he got a speeding ticket. The fun just never stops around here. We’re struggling to pay rent and utilities, daughter is struggling with credit cards and babysitting. They have a big house, sounds like a good idea to join forces, right? Well….it’s seventy degrees outside when we make this decision, snowing and below zero a few days later when we actually move. The men pile everything into the garage helter skelter because of the weather, two weeks before Christmas. I couldn’t find a change of clothes for days.

We survived all this, made it through Christmas and I was really beginning to think we’d slide out of 2010 with no further damage.  I miss all my extracurriculars and being able to see my friends on a daily drop in basis , but all in all, the move was a good thing.  That’s what I get for thinking….today, one of my daughter’s friends called frantic for a babysitter. In the process of bringing  the toys, the food, the clothes, and the baby into the house,  my dog ran for the hills.  He’s never been gone this long.  So right now, 2010 has made a clean sweep:  my house, my lifestyle, and my dog.  Pfffttt on this year, good riddance.

December 28, 2010 at 11:44 am 10 comments

If I sew it, They will come

It is a little known fact that the plots for the scripts I write for the SEO Regional Theater are determined by what costumes or sets I feel like making.  I know, how self-indulgent!  This year’s play, which is scheduled to take the stage on December 3,4,& 5, 2010 is a western.  The Buzzard’s Gulch Christmas Caper is my self-indulgent nod to the late 18 early 1900’s wild west.  I wanted to make can-can girl dresses, frock coats and a little red silk number with a bustle.  Lucky for me, the rest of the Theater Guild is happy to go along with the program.  I love this play, it has just about everything, comedy, tragedy, a mysterious stranger, a love story.

While I was away, my youngest daughter got married and had a baby (you know you’ve been gone too long when you can fit all that in!)  Eventually I’ll post pictures.  I would have done it today except there are no pictures on this computer.  They’re stored on my other computer..which has decided to crash just for the fun of it.  Or…they could be on the portable hard drive that is located in one of my purses.  If I really think about it, the pictures might be on that CD I found under the desk…I really have to get organized.

November 19, 2010 at 7:57 pm 6 comments

The Man In The Hole

coveredwellThe residual effects on a family of a nation in recession are playing out with textbook accuracy here in my home.  After months, weeks and hours searching fruitlessly for a company willing to hire two middle aged people who are overqualified for half the available jobs and under educated for the other half..Pap has descended into the hole. 

I’ve dealt with his depression through all 28 years of our marriage and I’ve always had a mental picture of an abandoned well, Pap curled into a fetal position at the bottom.  Most of the time, I can also see a few ropes dangling into the hole, well within his reach if he’ll just extend a hand.  One rope tied securely to me, a couple clutched in the meaty hand of  one of his friends, a slender piece of shiny nylon drifting down to him from his faith in a higher being.  Before, he eventually grabbed onto one of those ropes and pulled himself back into the sunshine. 

This time he snatched onto the well’s lid as he let  a dwindling bank account, no health insurance, no prescription coverage and the steady elimination of little luxeries so we can take care of the necessities push him down to the cold, rocky bottom of this abandoned well. 

I don’t pretend to truly understand his kind of depression.  I can’t see my husband in this scowling, emotional, self-centered man.  He doesn’t seem to hear me or see me. He can’t look forward or back. He’s living completely in the dark, miserable, horror of the moment, blind, deaf and irrational. 

With the cover on the hole this time, I fear we who love him are just not strong enough to lift it off.

March 5, 2009 at 9:29 am 10 comments

Repercussions

When Pap and I took custody of the oldest two grandgirls over a year ago, removing them from the nightmare our oldest daughter had created through alcohol, drugs and men who treat her like a punching bag…I commented to him that I was concerned that the girls were not exhibiting the anger, fear, frustration, or angst I thought they should considering what they’d been through.  They settled into my house with very little problem.  They laughed and giggled all the time, had good grades at school and really enjoyed their visits with their mother as she got her life back on track.  When Children’s Services cleared my daughter’s case and the girls moved back in with her, they were excited to reunite their family.  Happy to be back with Mom.   Most of the family thought we’d dodged a bullet…call me pessimistic, but I knew the gavel would eventually fall.  Nobody goes through what they did without getting totally and royally pissed.

My daughter is finding out that nobody exists in a vacuum.  Everything we do or say affects somebody else and results in repercussions.  If you’re sending out good – that’s what bounces back.  If not – you get the ten year old daughter from Hell.  Now that the pressure is off and life at her house looks like it did at my house, Jazz is thoroughly and completely furious at her mother.  From screaming tantrums to name calling to open rebellion on chores and curfews…she’s giving it back.  But the worst part of this ugly scenario, is Jazz doesn’t know why she’s angry, she’s just mad all the time and usually out of proportion to the situation at hand.  What’s saddest to me is seeing the light seeping out of this child that occupies such a piece of my heart.  Counseling is forthcoming, and my hope is that the psychiatrist is successful, because too many of these pictures keep showing up on my camera. 

April 26, 2008 at 10:43 pm 17 comments

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