Friday, April 27, 2012
Today started our local Relay For Life. Bob and I were to attend this evening so I could be in the Survivors Lap and dinner. It wasn't to be. I am still so sore from Wed's fall and lack of sleep. I am still queesy and it isn't a lot of fun. I feel cheated in a way. Last year I couldn't make it because of being in tratment for the second time and now this year too. I have gone through so much and will continue to for my lifetime and I really deserved to be able to be acknowleged for this. After all, everything I have been through will add to research to help others in the future. I honor those who came before who helped my diagnosis to not be immediate death sentences as they were not that long ago. Those couragous people did what they could for research that in turned helped me. I am so proud of them for being so selfless. I want my life to be a tribute to their sacrafices.
This is short, for sure. But with it on my mind and in my thoughts, I wanted to get it expressed. It is rather like SP. I keep thinking had all this info been available when I was young and females were getting daily exercising and encouraged to do so, how much easier things might have been. I love that I have taken control of healthy living for myself. And I applaud those who worked so diligently to get these things into schools, the military, etc. And how couragous of Chris to get the information to all Sparkers and to see it remained free for our use as much and as often as we need.
So this has been my Friday and my thoughts all day long. I feel so fortunate to have a place to share with all of you. Thanks again, Chris!
I may not be able to dance as I used to for real, but no one can "cut a rug" as I do in my thoughts and dreams!! Right now I'm doing a fine Irish jig!!
Blessings my friends. Enjoy your weekend.
Love and peace to you all!
Thursday, April 26, 2012
Yesterday! Wednesday! It was quite the day. One I most likely will remember for quite sometime.
Since it takes awhile to get there, I was up at 6AM after 3 hours sleep to get ready. We left home at 8AM and went to Gainesville. Bob had an eye appointment at the VA at 10AM. What a comedy of errors it turned out to be! Though we had been to this particular group center four or five times over the past years, we managed to miss the buildings and ended up in the country where I had never been before! Bob finally used On-Star and our GPS to get us turned around and on our way. We were only 10 minutes late. Can you believe that?!?!?!?
With the appointment over and on our way within an hour and 15 minutes, we went north on I-75 one exit and decided to have lunch at one of the many wonderful places in that area. We opted for Red Lobster. We both had clam chowder, biscuits, and iced tea. I found I could eat the chowder with no problems, but the biscuits not so much. Bob finished my bowl of chowder and most of my wonderful biscuit. I had 1/2 my chowder left over and should have ordered the cup rather than the bowl. All-in-all, it was a delicious lunch that stayed within my daily tracked allowences. I added some grapes for the total lunch. When we left to go to the next exit north on I-75 for my doctor's appointment, I couldn't believe it as Bob drove right past the entrance ramp! This was the second time within a matter of hours that we missed our way. Fortunately, this was discovered right away and it wasn't a problem to get turned around and back to where we needed to be.
By this time, it was 1:15PM. I had forgotten my appointments along with my cell phone. I had SP appointment reminder sent and STILL could not recall the time of my appointment with my therapist at Shands Springhill Clinic. I thought it was 1:30 and Bob said he thought it was 2:30. Since the building was right there, we stopped and he went into reception to find the correct time. I stayed behind and did some exercising. It took him awhile before returning. THe appointment was indeed at 2:30PM.
That being said, unbelievably, my therapist's wife gave birth to their second daughter and he was running a little late. She gave birth to their first daughter just before the appointment time for me and he missed that one entirely!! We feel "at fault" somehow! lol!!! Since we had at least an hour, we drove back towards UF thinking we would find a place to get something to drink. This is a real issue for me since my radiation in my throat. My saliva glands were done in and I have constant dry-mouth and MUST have water or iced tea or something non caloric to drink at all times. We saw a small plaza made up of seperate brick buildings. Bob spotted a Starbucks and I a Book Rack used book store!! We parked in back of the Book Rack and I went in and Bob walked to the next building with Starbucks. I ended up with a favorite romance novel from years ago. It looked brand new and when I checked the date, it was the originial 1987 and not a reprint. I felt I made a wonderful find. The best part, it was 50% off the already used book price of $1.25! I mean the spine had no cracks, it was in such good shape! By the time I got it, it was time to head back to the clinic.
My appointment was great. I could tell I was coming off the low I had been in for several days as I talked to the doc nearly non-stop! That's a good sign I'm on my way to the upper episode. These never last but a few days, so I knew there was light coming this week and I would be normal again for a number of weeks. These ups and downs tend to come together and last only 2 or 3 days each and then I'm fine for weeks. The only bad thing is, I know he is leaving the university and going to private practice across the state. After four years together, it is going to be very difficult to have a different doctor. Heck, we even share "delivery appointments" with his daughters!!! lol!! But that is life. I think I knew from the start he wouldn't be staying in the academic setting for a very long time. My next appointment in June most likely will be our last together and most of it will be spent finding out about my new doctor.
After the appointment, we decided to stop at a pet store not too far from the intersection we use to get home. Bob wanted to get Coco a new toy or two. Being he is still a puppy and loves playing, Bob wanted him to have more than the one he's had. He ended up getting a very hard ball and a toy dog with two squeekers and no stuffing in it. We were then on our way. It was nearly 4PM.
Anyway, we were leaving town but decided to stop for something to drink and Bob was needing something small to eat because he is diabetic and he was getting weak. We were at the counter of a convienence store, in line to check out and I fell!! It happened so quickly I don't even know what happened. A lady watching said it looked like I went to step and my ankle rolled and I went down. I landed on my cane and my head hit a man on his feet. I was really concerned I hurt him, but he said he was fine. A number of customers and one clerk wanted to help me up, but I asked that they let me try on my own first. I got to my knees and one foot up and Bob helped me the rest of the way. Everyone was so kind and helpful. One lady wanted to take our drinks and bag to the truck while Bob helped me, but he made two trips instead. While he was out the first time, she told me it looked to her like if I hadn't hit that man's feet, my head would have hit the floor - hard! She couldn't stop saying how very lucky I was. I was so embarassed by it all, though there was little I could have done to stop it. Anyway, we didn't get home until nearly 7PM.
We had a light supper and I went on my laptop to get caught up on email and SP. There was so much, I didn't finish SP as I had wanted. There were a lot of sorority events going on that I had to attend to ASAP before I could even get to SP. So I missed lots of huddling and my blog. I watched midnight come and go. I finally tackled my Spark Blog. "What," you ask? You didn't see a new entry from me? Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm You haven't seen one since Saturday? Now how could that have happened? Well, it may have something to do with my spending an hour and a half writing a very personal and thoughtful account of my #8 question on the self discovery blog. Just as I went to post blog entry, my browser quit working and it was totally lost. Which is the second reason you are reading this one instead. I was so devestated by losing such a writing, I didn't have the strength to redo it.
All of that didn't keep me down though. I was awake the entire night. With three hours sleep Tuesday and none Wednesday, I crashed tonight around 7:30. But I was back up at 9:PM. I'm ready to move on once more. Hopefully I'll get enough rest to redo that blog tomorrow. However, I also hope I'm verbal enough to make it as good as the one I lost.
This we'll find out later, won't we?
Have a fantastic Friday, my friends. Blessings to you all.
Peace and love to all of you from this ol' hippie chick.
Saturday, April 21, 2012
My #7 question for self discovery blog: Someone who has made your life worth living.
This question really made me think - a lot! I have been so blessed and fortunate in my life. From the time I formed my first thoughts about life being worth my being here, there has been someone in my life to make it so. The three most important were my parents and my brother. But there were always, family, friends, teachers, and neighbors.
When I was 16, my SIL was added to our family and added another. When I was 19 I married the first time and my hubby became number one for a few years. At 30, one of my very first loved ones left me when my father passed away. By then there were my niece and nephew who was added to the list. I couldn't love those two any more than if they were my own. I would do anything for them. Those children really made my life worth living.
Through the years more have come and gone from those who made me want to wake in the morning. My mama was the hardest to lose when she passed in 1998. There had been the two of us together for over seven years and to be honest, somedays were harder than others. But I still have my brother who has been there since I was only days old. His son has added three wonderfully bright, loving children along with his beautiful wife. My niece has also added an intelligent loving husband and two of the cutest, loving boys you'll ever meet. They have all made life worth living.
Then in 2000 I was blessed with my wonderful loving hubby Bob. And with him came two great sons, a daughter, and a grandson. There isn't anyone who can't see why I am so fortunate and considered myself blessed! Finally a family of my very own arrived. All of the children are in MN while we are in FL, but it doesn't matter, because we keep up fairly often.
Now my Bob and my brother keep in touch daily and often more than once a day. I always say they are the brother the other never had. They meet each other every morning for coffee on instant messenger. This really makes me very, very happy. Bob is an only child and the family "story" from my mama was,
she was so sure she would have a boy as her sister had four sons before a daughter, and my father's siblings only had three daughters among the six of them. So convinced she and daddy always talked about the new baby being a brother for him. He was going to be five in two and half months, so he totally understood. When I came along and they told him he had a sister instead, his response was "Throw her in the garbage can! I want my brother"!
So the two people who make my life worth living the very most today, love each other almost as much as I do each of them. How much more blessed and fortunate can one woman get?
Bob's HS picture
D's HS picture
SIL's HS picture
Nephew and niece
Love and blessings to all my dear friends,
Wednesday, April 18, 2012
Back when I was in junior and senior high school these things were always important to me. I had to have everything match from tip to toe. When we went to church or anything dressy, we sported it all - dresses, scarves, hats, gloves, shoes, and purses.
I was very fortunate growing up. My mama was a teacher and really enjoyed clothing, skin care, makeup, and accessories. Monetarily we weren't really wealthy or anything. But both of my parents worked, so mama and I could also aford to get our hair cut, curled, and in her case colored. She taught me so much about fashion, color combinations, etc. I loved to watch her with her skin care and make up. Often she would spray me with a spritz of perfume! Then there was her nail polishes. She usually used some shade of red. She would also follow the moon at the bottom of her nails. I noticed nails polished the same way in movies meant to take place in the 40's - 60's. But I guess a lot of this explains a lot of my obsessions with these things! The best part of all of this is we would go shopping to some of the better stores four times a year and she would let me get one outfit each time. The rest of the time she would show me to have all these beautiful things at very reasonable prices. Lots of it was searching sales and finding discounts. Today I still enjoy buying at the outlet stories.
Some of these ideas are dated, I know, but it was how my generation learned. The only time we wore capris, slacks, shorts, etc. was for sports activities and outdoor events. In school we were expected to wear dresses or skirts that hit below the knees. If the principal or a teacher thought our outfit was too short, we were made to kneel. If our skirts didn't touch the floor, a girl was often sent home from school. We also had to wear stockings with our shoes and sandals when we had on a dress or skirt. I remember my mama being so happy when panyhose first became popular and when teachers were permitted to wear pant suits to work!!
When I was 20, my brother and sister-in-law were living in Illinois as my brother was going to school for his PhD. At that time United flew from our little local airport and they had a discount card for those 18-21. I was able to fly to see them because it was about 1/2 the normal cost. I can remember the pink with navy trim suit I wore. I also had navy low heels and carried a navy purse and wore white gloves. I didn't wear my hat then as I didn't want it messed up on the plane. It was the first time I flew and I only knew what others told me. The plane wasn't very full and at a layover to pick up passengers, the stewardesses (that's what they were called in those days) came to my seat and were talking to me. One asked me if I was going to "Stew School" for United. The others were excited and before I could answer, they started telling me the ins and outs of school! I was kind of in shock. I mean, I couldn't have because of wearing glasses and being married. Those were two rules that couldn't be broken then. But they were all so beautiful with great personalities. I didn't even think I was pretty and I was so, so shy. Finally I took off my gloves and they saw my wedding rings. Then they changed the subject and we talked about my husband being in Viet Nam and my brother at the University of Illinois. They told me because I was dressed to a tee, the right age and going to Chicago, they thought I was going to school!!
Even today there are some fashion rules my mama taught me that are difficult for me to give up on. The white after labor day rather went by the way, as she wore white a lot in her later years in Florida. As soon as I lived here, I did, too.
I have had a difficult time with going barelegged with shoes and sandals. I never did like bare feet inside a shoe. I still try to match my purses with my shoes and outfits, but I would rather have a few well made ones than a lot of inexpensive ones just in order to match. And to be honest, I hate changing everything around a lot. Each season seems to work for me.
My hats I still love though I usually only wear the good ones to church. I have several western style ones and lots of ball cap styles. Most of those are from Bob. I also have some visors, but rarely wear them as I have to keep out of the sun and they don't give much protection. Some straw hats that kind of flop are a part of my collection, too.
Because of all of this, I guess it was no surprise when I went to cosmetology school when the PD had the layoffs. I enjoyed doing manicures beside hair. All the wonderful colors are impressive. So many are alike, but I always changed mine up each season. Our teacher was fond of saying " You can't sell it if you don't wear it." That is so, so true. I love OPI polish. It holds up really well for the price. And I love their colors and the names!! some of my favorites are Hawaiian Orchid, Barefoot in Barcelona, and Cajun Shrimp. So much fun!!
A lot of family and friends will give me scarves and/or pins. I love them both. Mama also taught me if you have one or two good pieces the others can all be costume. And being I never like to be like everyone else, I still mix a lot of her costume jewelery even though it can be 45-60 years old. I love it! Sometimes I'll get strange looks, but hey! I like how I look and the appreciation for the fashion lessons my mama taught me.
I know I have shown this picture a lot, but I think it shows my mama's love for matching, hats, skin care, and makeup. She was paralyzed on her left side and in the nursing home but her aides all new how she liked to dress and how to do her face care and makeup. She was 84 in this picture on Mother's Day. She passed away in July that year. One of aides wanted to come in to dress her even if she was off duty. They called her in, and the woman did her hair, her face and dressed her in a beautiful dark jewel green outfit. I think she would have been very happy.
Love and peace to all my friends.
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