Thursday, October 27, 2011
My MIL emailed this to me.... just thought I'd share :D :lol: ;)
My MIL emailed this to me, thought I'd share :)
You know you are too old to Trick or Treat when:
1. You get winded from knocking on the door.
2. You have to have a kid chew the candy for you.
3. You ask for high fiber candy only.
4. When someone drops a candy bar in your bag, you lose your balance and fall over.
5. People say: "Great Boris Karloff Mask," and you're not wearing a mask.
6. When the door opens you yell, "Trick or ...." and can't remember the rest.
7. By the end of the night, you have a bag full of restraining orders.
8. You have to carefully choose a costume that won't dislodge your hairpiece.
9. You're the only Power Ranger in the neighborhood with a walker.
Sunday, September 11, 2011
yep, I'm actually posting 2 blogs within 24 hours!!!
This blog is about Saturday.
Got up, got on the computer, started watching videos about September 11th-- as soon as one video would end, another one that looked good/interesting/ inspiring/ other things would be next on the que... I watched for a good hour.
then i had to go pick up my blind friend and take her to work. That takes about an hour.
On the way home, i stopped by an emergency preparedness fair that our church was hosting.
Going to that after just having watched stuff about 9/11--- either of those things are overwhelming on their own. add them all together- + me being a spousal caregiver, which is also overwhelming-- um yeah.
But i did learn some things at the preparedness fair, and also got some ideas that would help my family.
Here's one-- I've always worried about what would happen if, in an emergency, my husband was home alone and had to leave, with his 72 hour kit. He's in a wheelchair, how is he going to easily grab a duffle bag, or plastic bin, and get it and himself out the door?
One of the displays at the fair was of 72 hour kits.... some of which were put together in... DUH... rolling backpacks!!!!
It still may be a challenge for my husband to grab & get out the door--- but I think, with a rolling back pack, he could do it. So now, we're going to be on the hunt for a nice rolling backpack.
One lady also had a display of toiletries, soaps, cleaners for emergencies. I need to put some baby wipes, shower caps, and moist towelettes in our emergency kits! anywho, she also had a travel size bottle of No Rinse Shampoo... i told her we use that stuff for when my husband can't get into the shower... so she asked me how it worked, and how well (it does the job at hand.... but not quite as well as real shampoo)... she hadn't ever thought about people with disabilities/ who are bedbound using it... so, that's something she learned from me! :)
She also said something about maybe someday my husband will be healed... I could have sworn I had said earlier in the conversation that he was born with his disability[ies]... i just told her if God wants to, He will heal him in this life [If He wanted to, he could have already--- HE's had opportunities to do so]... but we don't think that is God's purpose for my husband in thilife [He's here to teach us other things... look at how much he has taugh me, and so many others, through his disability]... but in the next life, he WILL be healed.
And then the lady said, that must be tough [yes], but that's where love becomes so important.
She also said something about her husband being 'not well', but i didn't feel like asking more about him (remember, I was already on overlaod/ feeling overwhelmed by that point)
Also learned a little about HAM radio/ LDS church emergency communcations in our area. That was kind of interesting.
Then i headed home.
Someone had annonmously left a bag of tomatoes on our doorstep!! I don't eat tomatoes all that much, but i will eat these!!
While trying to figure out what to fix for lunch for both me and my hubby, i remembered that our apartment managers were hosting an end- of- summer bbq. So we went over there for lunch (me bringing along my own gluten- free buns) and visited with a few of our neighbors.
They had some stuff leftover, so we came home with a box of oatmeal cookies-- since I can't eat them and hubby hates all things oatmeal, I am going to give them to one of our neighbors who has kids.
Later, was checking FB when I found out that one of my FB friends, a fellow caregiver- her husband passed away-- while he'd had his illness/ disability a long time (decades), this wasn't expected at this time, so it came as a shock.
Then this evening, when i took my blind friend home from work, she asked if she could stop and get something at Subway... but i forgot. When she reminded me, we were a ways past there... so went to a McDonald's that is inside a Walmart.
As we were walking up to the store, i saw saw an elderly lady getting her few groceries out of the basket of an electric grocery cart. I could tell that she wouldn't be able to ride the cart into the store and then walk back out to her car... and i could also tell that, where the cart was, it would be blocking the way of cars needing to park there after her (and possibly may have been in the way of her car, as well) ... she was parked in one of the parallel disabled parking spots, facing the store and the cart was on the driver's side of the car.
so i got thinking, is there a way I can help her?
So, we stopped and helped her with the last of her groceries, and rode the cart in. My blind friend has a little vision, so was able to follow behind the cart.
As a caregiver, i know what it's like to be struggling getting stuff in the car and have people just walk right by you. It makes you feel invisable. Caregivers and people with disabilities feel invisible quite often sometimes. I know I had felt that way the last couple days (I had posted several things on Fb that i thought others would llike/ be interested in/ want to hear about (including our fun with getting my husband off the bus last week), and hardly any 'likes' and ZERO comments)... something as simple as someone leaving a bag of tomatoes on our doorstep todday was a reminder that i am not.... i was glad to be able to pay- it- forward and help this lady a little bit. Sometimes what a person needs isn't something physical. Encouragement and ackowldgement aren't physical things, but we all need them.
Then after dropping my friend off, on my way home, i stopped at Fred Meyer, and got some good deals... including some marked down soups that look to be gluten free... and stocked up my pantry a little bit for just under 25$!
Yep, it was definately a day fo both ups and downs!!
Saturday, September 10, 2011
Ten years ago today, there were hardly any security checks in airoports or in government building (compared to now). We didn't know the terms First Responder, 9/11, Ground Zero, Twin Towers, WTC, Al Queda, or Osama Bin Laden. We didn't worry about travelling. We didn't worry about anthrax, or shoe bombs. There were nearly 3,000 people and their families who were just going about their days, living their lives. There wasn't a hole in the Pentagon. There wasn't a gaping hole full of wreckage in the Pennsylvania filed. The twin towers were still standing and a very visible part of the New York skyline. And, 10 years ago today, tomorrow had the promise of being a normal day-- but it proved to be a day that changed the world. A day that changed history. A day that changed all of us.
Ten years ago on September 10th we went to bed feeling safe. The next morning that all changed. Don't forget those who died that day, as well as all who have served in our military to protect our freedoms, both before, and especially since!
God Bless us all! God Bless America! These colors don't run!
Please feel free to add to this and/ or share it!! (and correct me if there's anything I'm wrong about)
Saturday, September 03, 2011
Wednesday, I was in a lot of pain from cramps. I knew it was PMS. I have Pelvic Floor Dysfunction, which means my Pelvic Floor muscles are out of whack, unless I've been doing a good job of keeping up on my PT exercises. I am a very tired caregiver, so unforunately, can't always to a good job of that.
So, I was in pain Wed.
and just wanted to have a sick day, where i could relax, lay on the couch, watch tV. Catch up on sleep if needed.
Lets see- that day I took my blind friend to work and also my husband clear across town to BSU. Then, on the way home, dropped off our recycling at a recyling center.
I did, thankfully, get to FINALLY sit down and relax for a few hours.
Then my husband called me. He was on the bus, at the stop near our house. Sometime after he'd gotten on the bus, the front door broke, and wouldn't open all of the way. This, of course, meant the wheelchair lift couldn't be used, so my husband couldn't get off the bus.
At request of the bus driver, he called me and asked me to bring our portable ramp, we would try using it to get the chair out the back door.
so, i drive over there (portable ramp is in the back of the van, and a little heavy). Get on the bus to help my husband.
This bus was built in 1997.
There were 3 rows of seats we needed to get the chair through.
The chair was just fit down the isle!!
We had to have the bus driver disengage the brakes on the chair, and i was in front of the chair, and pulled it down the isle.
Every time we'd get to the next row of seats, something on the chair would get caught, and we'd have to figure out what it was and move it or take it off or something.
We finally got to the back door.
It was sooo steep, i could tell there was no way my husband could safely go down the ramp in his chair. So I told him he needed to walk down the steps, with my help. these were high steps. at the end, there was also a huge step down to either the gutter, or further away, the curb.
My husband thought the curb was closer than it was, so tried for it... and missed. I helped him to the bus bench, then set the ramp up.
Our ramp is 6 ft, the stairs were probably 3-4 ft high.... which means that the ramp was at a very steep angle!
i knew from experience that the chair would go like a bullet down that steep of a ramp.
But the bus driver was like 'im heavier than that chair, i can hold onto it. '
i stood off to the right, I at least knew better than to stand right infront at the bottom of the ramp.
however, I forgot that sometimes the chair has a tendancy to veer.
so, the bus driver gets the chair started started down the ramp... it took off like a bullet... and veerred... right towards me!
Luckily I was back far enough, it was almost stopped when it hit me in my leg.
Of course, the bus driver is now freaking out- 'are you okay?"
i lifted up my pant leg--- all i had was a little scratch.
She told us ifthere were any medical problems or mechanical issues with the chair, to call the bus company.
So, we get back home. Soon after that, my husband says 'i think i hurt my foot'. his little toe had caught the curb.
So, after eating dinner, we went to the ER, just to get it checked out.
We didn't think it was broke, but we've been through this before, so wanted to make sure. we got there at 8:30, left at 11. Nothing broken, just sprained or strained his toe.
It was 4 years ago the end of August that he had his back surgery. and either 2 or 3 years ago, during the first week of september/ Labor Day weekend, that he fell and broke his foot and then a week later fell and tore a tendon on one of his fingers. So, this happening this time of year brought back a few not- so great thoughts!
So, yup, no sick day for me that day, or Thursday, either (when my aunt Flo FINALLY showed up). Luckily, on thursday wasn't 'quite' as much of an adventure as wednesday... *All* I had to do that day was take my friend to work, do some grocery shopping, and take m husband to the chiropractor. there were a couple of other things as well, but I won't mention them here.
Things like this happening so often are exactly why I decided I needed to quit working a few years ago. i needed to be available to care for my husband (even on days I'm sick). i managed to deal with all of this on two days i desperately needed a sick day--- and yet, there are people who think I'm lazy, simply because I don't 'have a job'.(I'm sure you guys can imagine the sort of thing I want to say to those people!)
Thursday, July 21, 2011
a friend of mine emialed this, thought I'd share...
I spent the week before my daughter's June wedding
Running last-minute trips to the caterer, florist,
Tuxedo shop, and the church about forty miles away.
As happy as I was that Patsy was marrying a good
Christian young man, I felt laden with
Responsibilities as I watched my budget dwindle . .
So many details, so many bills, and so little time.
My son Jack was away at college, but he said
He would be there to walk his younger sister down
The aisle, taking the place of his dad who had died
a few years before. He teased Patsy, saying he'd
Wanted to give her away since she was about three years old!
To save money, I gathered blossoms from several
Friends who had large magnolia trees. Their
Luscious, creamy-white blooms and slick green eaves
Would make beautiful arrangements against the rich
Dark wood inside the church.
After the rehearsal dinner the night before the
Wedding, we banked the podium area and choir loft
With magnolias. As we left just before midnight, I
Felt tired but satisfied this would be the best
Wedding any bride had ever had! The music, the
Ceremony, the reception - and especially the
Flowers - would be remembered for years.
The big day arrived - the busiest day of my life -
And while her bridesmaids helped Patsy to dress, her
Fiance Tim walked with me to the sanctuary to do a
Final check. When we opened the door and felt a
Rush of hot air, I almost fainted; and then I saw
Them - all the beautiful white flowers were black.
Funeral black. An electrical storm during the night
Had knocked out the air conditioning system, and on
That hot summer day, the flowers had wilted and died.
I panicked, knowing I didn't have time to drive back
To our hometown, gather more flowers, and return in
Time for the wedding.
Tim turned to me. 'Edna, can you get more flowers?
I'll throw away these dead ones and put fresh
Flowers in these arrangements.'
I mumbled, 'Sure,' as he be-bopped down the hall to
Put on his cuff links.
Alone in the large sanctuary, I looked up at the
Dark wooden beams in the arched ceiling. 'Lord,' I
Prayed, 'please help me. I don't know anyone in
This town. Help me find someone willing to give me
Flowers - in a hurry!' I scurried out praying for
Four things: the blessing of white magnolias,
Courage to find them in an unfamiliar yard, safety
From any dog that may bite my leg, and a nice person
Who would not get out a shotgun when I asked to cut
His tree to shreds.
As I left the church, I saw magnolia trees in the
Distance. I approached a house...No dog in sight..
Knocked on the door and an older man answered. So
Far so good. No shotgun. When I stated my plea
The man beamed, 'I'd be happy to!'
He climbed a stepladder and cut large boughs and
Handed them down to me. Minutes later, as I lifted
The last armload into my car trunk, I said, 'Sir,
You've made the mother of a bride happy today.'
No, Ma'am,' he said. 'You don't understand what's
'What?' I asked.
'You see, my wife of sixty-seven years died on
Monday. On Tuesday I received friends at the
Funeral home, and on Wednesday . . . He paused. I
Saw tears welling up in his eyes. 'On Wednesday I
Buried her.' He looked away. 'On Thursday most of
My out-of-town relatives went back home, and on
Friday - yesterday - my children left.'
'This morning,' he continued, 'I was sitting in my
Den crying out loud. I miss her so much. For the
Last sixteen years, as her health got worse, she
Needed me. But now nobody needs me. This morning I
Cried, 'Who needs an eighty-six-year-old wore-out
Man? Nobody!' I began to cry louder. 'Nobody needs
me!' About that time, you knocked, and said,
'Sir, I need you.'
I stood with my mouth open.
He asked, 'Are you an angel? The way the light shone
Around your head into my dark living room...'
I assured him I was no angel.
He smiled. 'Do you know what I was thinking when I
handed you those magnolias?'
'I decided I'm needed. My flowers are needed. Why,
I might have a flower ministry! I could give them
to everyone! Some caskets at the funeral home have
no flowers. People need flowers at times like that
and I have lots of them. They're all over the
backyard! I can give them to hospitals, churches -
all sorts of places. You know what I'm going to do?
I'm going to serve the Lord until the day He calls
I drove back to the church, filled with wonder. On
Patsy's wedding day, if anyone had asked me to
encourage someone who was hurting, I would have
said, 'Forget it! It's my only daughter's wedding,
for goodness' sake! There is no way I can minister
to anyone today.'
But God found a way. Through dead flowers.
'Life is not the way it's supposed to be. It's the
way it is. The way you cope with it is what makes
If you have missed knowing me, you have missed nothing.
If you have missed some of my emails, you may have missed a laugh.
But, if you have missed knowing my LORD and SAVIOR,
JESUS CHRIST you have missed everything in the world.
May God's blessings be upon you.
THIS IS SO TRUE, BEING NEEDED IS SO UPLIFTING TO EACH OF US.
"In God We Trust"
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