Tuesday, July 10, 2012
A drunk man in an Oldsmobile
They said had run the light
That caused the six-car pileup
On 109 that night.
When broken bodies lay about
And blood was everywhere,
The sirens screamed out eulogies,
For death was in the air.
A mother, trapped inside her car,
Was heard above the noise;
Her plaintive plea near split the air:
Oh, God, please spare my boys!
She fought to loose her pinned hands;
She struggled to get free,
But mangled metal held her fast
In grim captivity.
Her frightened eyes then focused
On where the back seat once had been,
But all she saw was broken glass and
Two children's seats crushed in.
Her twins were nowhere to be seen;
She did not hear them cry,
And then she prayed they'd been thrown free,
Oh, God, don't let them die!
Then firemen came and cut her loose,
But when they searched the back,
They found therein no little boys,
But the seat belts were intact.
They thought the woman had gone mad
And was traveling alone,
But when they turned to question her,
They discovered she was gone.
Policemen saw her running wild
And screaming above the noise
In beseeching supplication,
Please help me find my boys!
They're four years old and wear blue shirts;
Their jeans are blue to match.
One cop spoke up, They're in my car,
And they don't have a scratch.
They said their daddy put them there
And gave them each a cone,
Then told them both to wait for Mom
To come and take them home.
I've searched the area high and low,
But I can't find their dad.
He must have fled the scene,
I guess, and that is very bad.
The mother hugged the twins and said,
While wiping at a tear,
He could not flee the scene, you see,
For he's been dead a year.
The cop just looked confused and asked,
Now, how can that be true?
The boys said, Mommy, Daddy came
And left a kiss for you.
He told us not to worry
And that you would be all right,
And then he put us in this car with
The pretty, flashing light.
We wanted him to stay with us,
Because we miss him so,
But Mommy, he just hugged us tight
And said he had to go.
He said someday we'd understand
And told us not to fuss,
And he said to tell you, Mommy,
He's watching over us.
The mother knew without a doubt
That what they spoke was true,
For she recalled their dad's last words,
I will watch over you...
The firemen's notes could not explain
The twisted, mangled car,
And how the three of them escaped
Without a single scar.
But on the cop's report was scribed,
In print so very fine,
An angel walked the beat tonight on Highway 109.
Friday, July 06, 2012
Years ago I had a doctor diagnose me with arthritis. The bottoms of my feet would hurt when I would walk too much. He told me if I would buy Move Free at Walmart it should do the trick. I did as he advised and it seemed to work for me. As time went by I have tried various forms of Glucissamine and Chondrotin (which I have probably spelled wrong) that was contained in the medication. And eventually I did not even seem to need it any longer. I had a few other symptoms of arthritis, like swollen ankles and swollen wrists, but neither of those hurt, so I didn't pay much attention to it.
About a year ago I started to experience in my right hip when I would lay in that position too long at night as I was sleeping. The pain was severe enough to awaken me, causing me to change my position. Then my left knee started giving me problems. I could move it in the direction necessary for walking, but any sideways type of movement would bring shooting pain. I saw a doctor again and was told "it's arthritis, sorry, there is nothing we can do." Now it does not seem to me that there would be NOTHING they can do for arthritis in today's age! For the pain in my hip they offered a cortisone shot. The first time it kept me more or less pain free for an entire year. I had another shot in January, and by June my hip was hurting again, worse than before. Pain pills started to be a common part of my medications.
Then about 3 weeks ago I had not walked my dog (she's 7-1/2 years old) for about 3 days due to the extreme heat in the Phoenix area. When I reached down to pet her, she yelped as my hand brushed over her hind legs. I realized she too had developed arthritis. I cried, thinking she would be in pain and would eventually have to be put to sleep. But then I started reading all I could find out about arthritis. One of the most important things that stuck in my mind is that exercise actually helps keep those hurting joints more limber, and pain free. Exercise can be something as simple as WALKING. The very next morning I got up at 5:30 when it was still cool enough for both of us to be outside walking. She seemed to take to it very well, and I'll have to admit after walking a mile or so, my hips felt better too.
It has now been 3 weeks that we have been getting up early and we try to walk about 1-1/2 miles each morning on our walks. If we manage to get in another walk in the evening, so much better for us, as this is a case where more is better! Yes, I still take pain medication as necessary, but I feel so much better than if I had just set around watching TV or laying in bed hurting. I will not go so far as to say that walking will benefit everyone who suffers from arthritic pain, but as it is free and available to all -- why not give it a try!
It's working for us!
Saturday, June 30, 2012
When I was a kid and company came over (usually relatives) we either had fried chicken, hamburgers, or fish fries. Why? Probably because we raised all of those items, or in the case of the fish, we had a creek running at the end of our property. We combined these foods with baked beans and potato salad.
Milk and cookies ruled at our house when I was married and my own children were growing up. Another favorite was toasted cheese sandwiches. Back then my favorite "company" food was lasagna -- lots of work, but it was something everyone loved and it was a one-dish meal.
Even as the kids grew up and moved away from home, I noticed that my food choices seemed to go in cycles. I was now eating more fish and seafood -- something I thought was "beneath me" back in my pre-teen years. Salads worked their way into my menus more often also. It took me until I was about 50 years old to have to watch my weight (lucky me) but as soon as the FAT CELLS discovered my body, they didn't want to leave.
Retirement came along and it seemed someone was always having a "cocktail party" and it was heavy on the appetizers to go with. Each hostess would try to out-do her predecessor by adding another item to the menu until the "drinks and nibblies" suddenly were full-fledged meals! And of course little by little the waistlines expanded. Steak was on the menu regularly, plus the baked potato and salad. Wouldn't have been too bad if it wasn't for that potato being piled down with butter and sour cream. No one seemed too interested in turning down dessert either.
So now, suddenly we are facing the reality of our poor choices. Now we are striving for that Healthy Lifestyle! Instead of cocktail parties I'm checking into menu's that will keep me in my 1200 calorie per day range, and checking outdoor temperatures to try and get in a mile or two walk. When in the city it's the easiest to just drive over to the gym and get a nice workout. There is an old saying "Better Late Than Never" -- this applies to our life -- yes, YOURS and MINE! We've had our fun, now it's time to be practical about what we're stuffing our faces with so instead of a cocktail, I drink a glass of water; instead of canapés, I snack on sugar-free, fat-free pudding or a 1-oz. serving of nuts; instead of butter and sour cream on my baked potato I use fat-free or low-fat sour cream; and I grill or broil my fish and forgo the NY steak! And especially say no-no to the ribeye! Dessert? Let me check to see what my calorie count is so far today -- perhaps a bowl of mixed fruit.
Yes, changes come to everyone's life, and if you choose wisely that life can be a good one and continue on for a good many years of healthy, happy living!
Thursday, June 28, 2012
This is to all of you people out there who have reached the glorious age of 70 and over. We may be getting a little slower at some things, but we're still doing them! And what we lack in energy is made up for in experience!
OK, maybe instead of cleaning our entire home in one clean sweep we now do one single room at a time!
OK, maybe the scale has been creeping up without us being aware, and this started long before we hit the age of 70! But it's not too late, we've still got plenty of fight left in us!
OK, if we aren't satisfied with having gray hair (and not all of us are blessed with the eye catching, wonderful head of hair in a brilliant silvery white) we have to get our color out of a bottle! But at least we're not "hitting the bottle." lol (bet we learned that the hard way too)
OK, not that many of us are out there entering the 5K races. But we've learned to enjoy our daily walks, and we've also learned that a while a run may use more calories than a walk, a walk is a lot better than sitting around watching TV.
OK, we've learned that one single afternoon with the young grandkids can wear us down to a nub. But, thank the Lord, they go home -- and we can take a nap.
And speaking of NAPS; it's become my new motto:
NAPS ARE NOW MY 'HAPPY HOUR!'
Another advantage is that sleeping burns more calories than watching TV. And cocktails have a lot of calories -- so I've improving my health by sleeping instead of drinking!
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