If You Are Healthy, You Are Very Blessed…

I was always a healthy child growing up.  I had a few bouts of tonsilitis, like most children do, but other than that I was healthy.  I never suffered any broken bones or needed any stitches.  I was never hospitalized until I gave birth to my first child.  I used to grumble about having to pay for health insurance and never using it, but that was before…Let me begin by giving you a little background story.

I’d been working as a first grade paraprofessional.  “G”, the teacher that I was working with had been diagnosed with Lupus during this time.  She had been suffering with her joints, in particular her knees and wrists.  She’d had numerous tests done before they finally gave her the diagnosis.  She was prescribed various medications to treat the Lupus and began to get better.  Then one day she had what is known as a “Flare” in the arthritis world.  She was stiff and swollen in all of her joints.  She could hardly move, and she felt very sick.  Her rheumatologist admitted her to the hospital where he gave her steroids to treat the inflammation in her body.  She responded well and was out of the hospital quickly.  Prednisone is the doctor’s  “ace in the hole” for patients suffering with auto-immune diseases.  It was a couple of years later that the unthinkable happened…

I remember it was the month of March in the year 1994, and it was almost time to get out for spring break.  I was feeling tired, but that was not particularly unusual for that time of the year.  I went to work feeling sort of lousy, and only felt worse as the day wore on.  By the afternoon, when the children were at PE, I stretched out on the floor of the classroom because I felt so bad.  Eventually the day ended and I came home.  I had a bad headache, and body aches so I took one of my husband’s pain pills(something I’d never done) and went to bed at 5:30 in the afternoon.

The following morning when I woke up, I literally could not move my body.  It was frozen.  Every joint was stiff and it was extremely painful to move.  I finally got out of bed moving like I was 90.(I was 39)  Needless to say, I called in sick.  By mid-morning I didn’t feel any better.  I called my husband at work.  He had to come home and drive me to the emergency room because I couldn’t use my hands. I could not open the door knob on the door, nor could I open the car door.  It was quite a feat just getting dressed.  My first thought was that I’d had a reaction to the pain pill that I took the evening before.  Then I began to think…these symptoms are an awful lot like what G (the teacher I worked with) had a while back…

At the emergency room, they ran a battery of tests.  The first suspicion was lyme disease, but it wasn’t that.  Then they thought I had rheumatic fever, but it wasn’t that.  Finally one test came with a positive ANA, which is an indicator of an autoimmune disease.  For those of you who may not know, when you have an autoimmune disease, your body thinks that it has “an intruder” and attacks its own cells and tissues, which in turn makes you very sick.  It’s like your body trying to attack an infection that does not exist.  In this process, joints are destroyed, body organs are destroyed, and you can die if there is no intervention.   There are many diseases that fall in this category, over 100 of them in all.

I was referred to the only rheumatologist( a specialist in autoimmune diseases)in our area, but it would be six weeks before I could get in.  In the meantime, I was given antibiotics, and drugs called NSAIDs.  Let me tell you, I was sick.  I’ve never been as sick in my life.  I ran a low-grade fever, my joints hurt, my head hurt, my hair began to fall out, I had the worst fatigue you can imagine.  I literally could not walk from the parking lot to a store without being out of breath.  My skin took on a gray look instead of the usual healthy glow.  I missed a lot of work, and when I was able to return, it was only for 1/2 days.  Thank goodness it was nearing the end of the school year.

I began to think that I may have to give up the job that I’d come to love so much.  I tried to be positive while I waited for my appointment with the doctor, but it was so hard.  I’d never felt this bad in my entire life, and there didn’t seem to be an end to the misery.  I cried many tears and spent lots of time with my new best friend–the heating pad…(to be continued)

Published in: on November 18, 2009 at 10:38 am  Comments (2)  

Tuesday Blog Hop–My Favorite Book(one of them)

It’s Tuesday and we are supposed to tell what our favorite book is, and why.  I love to read, but since I began blogging I’ve fallen short in the reading department.  I generally prefer to read autobiographies over fiction.  So many people have such interesting true stories to tell, why read something that somebody made up?

One of the last books that I have read is also one of my favorites.  It is called The Duggars: 20 and Counting.  It is the autobiography of Jim Bob and Michelle Duggar and their experiences raising their 18 children.  I am a fan of the Duggar family from watching them on television, but I love them even more after reading their book.

Jim Bob and Michelle are Christians and they share their family routines, and guidelines that they’ve learned through studying the Bible, plus trial and error.  Let’s face it, with 18 children, they’ve had a lot of trial!  They have some great ideas, plus some inspiring stories that they share.  I know that they have been criticized by some for  having so many children, but I admire their steadfast decision to leave it in God’s hands–and boy has God blessed this family!

One story that stuck in my mind was the time when Jim Bob was robbed at gunpoint.  He not only found it in himself to forgive the man who robbed him, but even took the man a Bible while he was in jail.   Jim Bob asked to see the theif, but wasn’t allowed to, so he just left the Bible for the man. 

In addition to some great stories, the book has family photos, Duggar family recipes, and many tips, traditions, and pracitcal ideas.  I recommend this book for anyone because I found it very entertaining, but I especially recommend it for parents raising children. 

I bought my copy of this book from Amazon.com.  It was reasonably priced at less than eleven dollars for a new copy, but used copies are available for even less.   Thanks for hopping by my blog…do come by again…Kathy

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My Life Changing Experience…part two

hawaiipic1When I left off with my story I was about to have a visit with a new gynecologist.  I’d narrowly escaped having surgery with a previous doctor just before she lost her surgical privileges, and closed her practice.  This was just prior to my 45 birthday at the end of August.

When I met Dr. B, I immediately loved him.  He was the nicest, friendliest, most compassionate doctor I’d ever been to.  He sat and talked with me like he had all of the time in the world for me.  He explained everything in great detail,  and hugged my neck when the visit was over.  I was grateful to have been referred to such a nice and competent doctor.

After having my exam with Dr. B, I  also had another sonogram in his office.  He confirmed that yes, I did have two cysts and they did need to be surgically removed.  He also presented me with another piece of information…that these cysts could possibly be more than just cysts…One of them was about the size of a golf ball.  I hadn’t even considered  anything other than cysts before…like maybe having to have a hysterectomy or worse yet having ovarian cancer!  That day was the point when my life changed forever.

They did a test called a CA125 that is a cancer screening test.  He also talked with me about a hysterectomy.  He could see from my sonogram that one ovary was  enveloped by the largest cyst and felt that I’d lose that ovary at the very least.  I wasn’t really prepared for all of this news.  It was just before Labor Day weekend and it was going to be after Labor Day before they got the results of the CA125 test.

I went home and cried.  I can remember turning out the lights, getting in a hot bubble bath, and soaking by candlelight.  It was at that moment I realized that I could be facing death.  I’d had a close friend who’d died of ovarian cancer and left two young children behind.  I knew these things happened, I just never thought it would be me.  At the very best, I was facing a hysterectomy.  I had no plans for anymore children at my age, so a hysterectomy didn’t bother me–but having the surgery did.  I’d never been in the hospital except to have my babies, and they were all natural childbirths.

The day after Labor Day my CA125 results came back elevated.  That was not a good sign.  I was scheduled for surgery on the following Monday, 9-11-00.  I had a little less than a week to prepare myself  for what  was about to happen to me and for what the doctor might find when he operated on me.  Strangely, God gave me peace.  I accepted whatever His will was for me.  I would make the best of whatever lay ahead.  I found comfort in reading my Bible and praying.

My surgery was scheduled at 1:00 pm, so I had to wait a while before going to the hospital.  Wouldn’t you know that “Aunt Flo” decided to make an appearance that morning?  I couldn’t believe the odd timing.  It was okay, though, because it would be her last visit forever!

Just before being put to sleep, my doctor asked if I’d like him to wake me up after the surgery and tell me if it was cancer or not.  I said “yes, please do.”  That’s the last thing that I remember until I heard his voice calling my name in my sleep.  Then he told me the sweetest words I’ve ever heard “Kathy, it wasn’t cancer.”  I went back to sleep.

I did have a total abdominal hysterectomy though.  The surgery began laproscopically, but Dr. B soon realized I had major endometriosis and that he’d have to “open me up”.  Dr. B. says that I had the worst case of endometriosis that he’s ever seen.  He says on a scale of 1 to 10, I was off the charts, and I didn’t have a clue that I had endometriosis!  It took him several hours to remove my female organs and all of the endometriosis within my abdomen.  I didn’t get to my room until nearly 6 o’clock that evening.  I spent 5 days in the hospital recovering–and 7 more weeks at home.

This experience changd my life in two ways.  First of all, I now realize that I am not going to live forever.  I treasure each day that I am given on this earth.  I have my affairs in order.  My family knows my wishes for my funeral arrangements.  I don’t take anything for granted anymore.

The other life changing experience that came from having the surgery was how good I felt once I began to over the surgery!  I had felt bad for so long, that I forgot what “normal” felt like.  I had renewed energy, less pain, and was hormonally balanced for the first time in years!  I lost 19 pounds, began walking daily for exercise, and felt better than I had in 20 years.  I became a different person–a better one!  Sometimes bad stories have good endings!

Speaking of good endings…the winner of the weekend giveaway is bookbabie!  I’ve just sent her an email letting her know that she’s a winner!  Thanks so much to everyone who took time to leave comments over the weekend–and everyday, too!  I appreciate your comments so much!  I love my blog friends.  Have a great day!     Kathy

Published in: on November 16, 2009 at 9:36 am  Comments (4)  

Six Word Saturday

6wsButtonI love Six Word Saturday…in fact I love Saturday!  It’s time to reveal my six words for this weekend, and here they are:

Hobbs the dog loves digging holes!

About 5 years ago, I began to volunteer for our local animal control shelter.  I was immediately drawn to this old brown collie mix named Hobbs.  Hobbs and his pregnant girlfriend had been picked up and put in “jail” for loitering–imagine that! 

Hobbs was the sweetest natured dog that I’d ever seen.  He just “stole” my heart immediately.  As a volunteer,  part of my job was to spend time with the animals and keep them socialized.  I would brush Hobbs and he was so appreciative and loving.  Of course it wasn’t long before I brought Hobbs home with me.  Unfortunately, his pregnant girlfriend was not so lucky…


Hobbs the dog--my buddy!

I don’t know how old Hobbs is, but he’s pretty old.  I’ve never seen a dog with teeth like his.  They look like someone filed them or cut them off  blunt.  I’ve had old dogs before, but none with teeth that looked like his.  I’m pretty sure that he’s been hit by a car in the  past because he walks with a little sideways “swagger”, and he’s got arthritis in one of his hips.

Hobbs is such a sweet dog, he raised two other puppies that I later adopted from the shelter.  He mothered them until they were grown.  The hound dog, Ethan, stays with him all of the time.  Hobbs has a habit of laying down when he eats, and Ethan does the same thing!  They are the only dogs that I’ve ever seen do that.

 Hobbs knew that he’d been rescued from a terrible fate, and he’s never stopped showing his appreciation.  Of course he wasn’t quite so appreciative when I had him neutered!   There won’t be any more “fooling around” for this old guy!  He didn’t totally forget about his past  because every now and then I catch him trying to “get frisky” with our male hound dog, Ethan,–who has also been neutered! 

Hobbs is very gentle, loving, and he’s a great companion, but he is bad about digging holes–especially beside my car!  If I park my car somewhere in the yard, Hobbs digs a hole and lays there beside my car.  My husband gets the job of filling in all of the holes that Hobbs digs, and he keeps threatening to bury Hobbs in one of them!

I think the hole digging comes from Hobbs trying to cool himself off.  He has a massive amount of fur and we do live in the south!  As for the hole digging by my car, I think he likes to hang around close by to be aware of when I leave home.  He’s always so happy to see me return–he runs up to me,  howls, licks my hand,  and acts like I’ve been gone forever!  Not even my husband does that!

Published in: on November 14, 2009 at 11:53 am  Comments (8)  

I’m So Old……Friday’s Weekend Giveaway

ist1_344677-weird-old-ladyMy husband will be celebrating a milestone birthday today…on Friday the 13th!  I am already 55 and he is turning 60.  We are both officially “senior citizens”!  It doesn’t bother me as much to be 55 as it would if I hadn’t lived to celebrate 55!  In honor of the onset of our “golden years”, I decided do an “I’m so old”  post…Read and enjoy!

I am so old that I can remember when people only had black and white television sets.

I am so old that I can remember watching Captain Kangaroo, Mr. Green Jeans, and Bunny Rabbit on our black and white television.

I am so old that I grew up wearing dresses to school because slacks were not allowed.

I am so old that our schools were not intergrated until my 11th grade year of school.

I am so old that I can remember when the black patients had a seperate waiting room at the doctor’s office.

I am so old that I can remember when it only cost a quarter to see a movie.

I am so old that I can remember when bread cost a quarter a loaf.

I am so old that I can remember when there were no FM radio stations.

I am so old that I can remember when cars did not have A/C in them at all.

I am so old that our school didn’t have any A/C in the buildings.

I am so old that grew up with rotary dialing telephones–and party lines–4 households shared one phone line!

I am so old that when I was a child our phone number was only 5 digits long.

I am so old that I can remember when there were only 2 channels available to watch on television. 

I am so old that I can remember when hershey’s kisses were 2 for a penney.

I am so old that I can remember selling “return for deposit” coke bottles for spending money.

I am so old that I can remember using the “outhouse” at my grandmother’s house.

Woah!  I think I’ll stop right there…that’s about all of the confessing I can do at one sitting!  How about you, is there something that you remember from your childhood that isn’t around anymore?  Share your old memories with me.  I will be drawing the name of one lucky commenter from my weekend posts(you can comment on Saturday’s post, too for a 2nd entry) to win this cute little Autumn Welcome Sign.  You still have a couple of weeks to hang it on your front porch before it’s time to decorate for Christmas!  Good luck!  Have a great weekend…


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Published in: on November 12, 2009 at 11:51 pm  Comments (7)  

My Life Changing Journey…part one

hawaiipic1My journey began early in the year 2000.  It began with pain on one side of my abdomen–where my ovaries were.  I a ashamed to admit it to you, but I had not been to a gynechologist for a checkup in 14 years.  Once I stopped having babies, I also stopped having yearly pelvic exams…not a wise decision!

My husband Ed was working in a hospital doing sonograms at the time, so he agreed to do a sonogram on me to see if I had anything on my ovaries.  Sure enough, I had not one–but two cysts.  We decided to wait and watch them for a while and see what happened.  Most of the time cysts burst and go away on their own, but mine never did.

Finally after several months of discomfort, I decided it was time to go to a doctor.  Since I hadn’t been to the doctor in so many years, I had to find a new one–not an easy task.  I decided I’d try a female doctor this time.  I called and got an appointment with a doctor that a friend of mine used, but had to wait several weeks to get in.

Ed went with me for my appointment, which was in the city, about 60 miles from where we live.  After doing my exam, the gynechologist told me that yes, I did have two cysts, and that since I’d had them for so long– apparently they weren’t going to go away on their own.  She wanted to schedule me for surgery immediately.  I agreed to have the surgery and then left her office.  Immediately after leaving her office,  a very uneasy feeling came over me.  I discussed this feeling with my husband and he advised me to post-pone the surgery if I wasn’t sure about it.  So we turned the car around, went back to the doctor’s office, and I canceled the surgery.  The doctor then agreed to try me on a 3 month supply of birth control pills to see if they might shrink the cysts.

I took the birth control pills for three months.  A very strange thing happened while I was taking those pills for three months.  I got a notice in the mail from the gynechologist’s office saying that her office was closing and the doctor would no longer be seeing patients!  I didn’t know what was going on, or what I was going to do!

Fortunately, my husband has a few doctor friends from his many years of working in hospitals.  He called a couple of them up.  The second friend that he called made a phone call  and got me in to see a gynechologist friend of  his.  Ed’s doctor friend highly recommended this gynechologist and told us that he had a fantastic record of “good surgical outcomes”–that means little or no complications following surgery, something I’d never thought about before.

After doing some investigating, Ed found out that the first gynechologist that I’d seen–the one who wanted to operate immediately–had lost her surgical priveledges because of too many “poor surgical outcomes”.   Oh my!  Was God looking out for me or what?  I was so thankful that I’d backed out on my decision to have surgery immediately.  I could’ve been one of those “poor outcomes”!

Thanks for joining me today, join me again soon for part two of my journey…

Published in: on November 12, 2009 at 9:08 am  Comments (3)  

About Those Big Screen TV’s…


the original big screen--still playing

When Ed and I built on to our mobile home, our new living room was 16×21.  That’s a pretty good-sized living room.  We found that a regular sized television looked pretty small when you sat twenty-one feet away from it.  Back then, a twenty-three inch television was considered big.  We  bought one of those large console televisions that used to be so popular.

Years passed…like they tend to do, and eventually it was time to buy another television.  I found a 51 inch big screen television in the JC Penney catalog for a decent price and talked Ed into buying it for the living room.  This was in the late 80’s, when big screen televisions were still fairly uncommon and their cabinets were HUGE!  I ordered the television and it arrived at a nearby catalog store, which is about 30 miles from our house.

We borrowed Ed’s daddy’s truck and went to pick up the television.  When we went to have it loaded in the back of the pick up truck I was shocked at how HUGE the box was!  It was as heavy as it was HUGE!  Once the television was loaded, we started on the trip home…without anchoring the television to anything in the  back of the truck!  We figured as large and heavy as the box was, there was no way it would move…  Yes, you guessed it, about half way home an eighteen wheeler truck passed us and BAM–the television and box fell over resting on the closed tailgate of the truck! 

If I’d never felt a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach before, I did then.  We kept riding and imagining the damage that must be done to that television in the box.  We finally made it home and got the HUGE box unloaded and in the house.  Believe it or not, when Ed unpacked the television it was in perfect condition!  I don’t know how or why, but not a bit of damage was done when the box blew over.  That was one of our most pleasant surprises of all time!

We used and enjoyed that television for many years.  We never had one minute of trouble with it.  Eventually the screen color began to turn green.  We figured by then that we’d gotten our money’s worth out of that television, so we went shopping for a new one.  We hated to just throw the first television away since it still played, but just had a green picture.  We asked Ed’s parents if they would like it for their family room.  They said they would take it, so we gave it to them.  It sat in their family room for several years, but wasn’t played.

Eventually, our oldest son went to live with Ed’s mother after Ed’s daddy died.  He started using the family room and playing the television. 

the old television must’ve needed a rest, because  the longer the television played, the better the picture got.  The color began to return to normal.  My oldest son got married and moved  out, but my youngest son moved in shortly after that.  That big screen television is still playing–and it’s about 20 years old…and to think, we threw it out!

 They’ve made big screen televisions smaller, they’ve made them lighter, the picture is much clearer, the price is lower,   but how good are they?  I  wonder if the newer ones would still be playing after twenty years, and surviving an accident in a pickup truck!  Have a great day…

Many thanks to my son, Brad, for sending me the photo of the television via his camera phone…

Published in: on November 11, 2009 at 10:56 am  Leave a Comment  

Tuesday’s Blog Hop– Sweet Georgia Pines…


Our little house in the pines...

It’s a windy, cloudy day here in southeast Georgia, and the atmosphere mirrors my mood today.  I woke up to the unpleasant sound of timber being harvested.  I absolutely hate for timber to be harvested–especially when it is right next-door.  It sickens me and makes my heart ache every time I hear one of those beautiful trees fall to the ground!

Our neighbor and friend, a farmer who owns the land on one side of us and behind us,  is having his pine trees thinned out.  The forestry people recommended doing this so his remaining pine trees will grow better and be larger. 

This same farmer harvested all of his timber back in 1990.  I still remember it so well.  All of the trees were cut and cleared.  We never knew that we had neighbors living so close!   The woods made such a good barrier, that it gave the illusion of being all alone.  We’d been living here for about 13 years then. 

Ed’s daddy decided that he would have his timber cut at the same time our neighbor did back in 1990.  I cried and cried.  That was one of the few times that I ever got upset with my father-in-law.   I watched in horror as they cut all of the beautiful trees down the lane, including the large one that Ed’s mama said they always used for a shade and rest tree when they were picking cotton so many years ago.  I watched them cut the many pine trees all around Ed’s parents house.  Suddenly we could see their house from ours!  Everything looked so open and barren.

Time passed, my feelings mended, new trees grew back, and I went to work and didn’t have time to worry about pine trees so much anymore.  I believe it was in 1996, when Brandy’s then boyfriend, G, brought a bunch of small pine seedlings to our house.  He’d gotten them at school.  We all went out to the edge of our land and planted those pine trees.  Most of them lived and they are fairly large pine trees now.  We planted those trees so the next time our neighbor cut his timber, we would not be left without any trees beside us!  I still look at those trees and remember the day that we all planted them.

Speaking of trees, that is what Brandy’s husband Clint, used to do for a living.  He and his daddy had a reforestation business.  Once the land had been harvested and cleared, they would replant it in pine trees.  Clint can show you pine trees all over Georgia and South Carolina that he helped plant. 

When Brandy and Clint got married, they gave all of their guests little pine seedlings as gifts.  Clint’s family wrapped each tree’s roots in little burlap cloths over plastic,  and had a note from the bride and groom attached to each tree.  I kept two trees for Brandy and Clint,  and planted them in their yard while they were gone on their honeymoon.  One tree got sick later, but Clint nursed it back to health.  As a result, one tree is much larger than the other, even though they were planted at the same time.  Brandy and her family moved, and those trees are now located in Brett and his family’s backyard. We still refer to those trees as “Brandy” and “Clint”, and think of the amount of years they have been married by how much the trees have grown…eight years and counting.


Brandy and Clint's wedding trees...still growing

There are probably those reading this who think I’m a silly old person for carrying on over trees, but I am just a person who appreciates all living things.  I can’t help but think how long it took to grow those trees, and in the twinkling of an eye, they are gone.  The real “kicker” to this whole story is…I am allergic to pine trees!  Sorry for being a little “sappy” today about the trees… How do you feel about trees?

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Published in: on November 10, 2009 at 9:32 am  Comments (9)  
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Building Project Number Three…


Here we go again...

  I’ve previously written about how we built on to our mobile home in 1978 when I was pregnant with our first child, Brandy.  Then I wrote about the second building project that we did in 1984 when we built an extra bedroom, a car port, and changed the style of our roof.  It was also when we discovered that we had wood bores!  Today I will share  about building project number three!                                                                                                                                             

Project number three came about because of excess rain.  The year was 1991 and it was a very wet year.  For some reason the floor in the mobile home part of the house began to warp and buckle.  The dining room floor began to look like a roller coaster.  It became obvious that we were going to have to do something–replace the floor at the very least.

We decided that we might as well just tear out the entire mobile home and replace it, since we  had to do the floor anyway.  The kitchen and bathroom was in the mobile home part, and both were needing to be remodeled.  One of Ed’s co-workers  was married to a contractor.  We hired that contractor and his crew to come and help Ed for three or four days.  Ed took a week of his vacation time to begin this project.  It was August of 1991.

The project began with gutting the middle of our house.  In the process we lost our kitchen, dining room, bathroom, and two bedrooms.  Luckily we had a camper at that time, and that is how we survived.  We parked it just outside the living room door, and would go back and forth from our half-house to the camper, to cook, eat, use the bathroom, shower, etc. 

Don’t let anyone ever tell you that mobile homes are not built good!  Just try to tear one up if  you don’t believe me.  We never dreamed that those staples that they use to build with could hold so well!  It took the entire first day to tear out all of the mobile home.  What a mess!  There was rubble everywhere!  By that evening our first home was just a memory.  We hung sheets over the open doorways to keep unwanted animals and bugs from coming in to the parts of the house that remained.  We had a five foot opening leading from the living room to the former dining room–it now lead to nothing…twelve feet over was a bedroom and a car port which were connected to nothing.  I wish I  had a picture, but I was so distressed I didn’t think to take any.  You just would not believe the things that we have endured in the process of remodeling and building!

By the end of that week the inside of the house had been replaced, but not finished.  It was laid out a little different from the mobile home.  We went from two bedrooms in the middle of the house  to just one larger one, and used the rest of the extra space in the bathroom and dining room.  Ed’s brother came and helped work some the following week, and Ed worked every evening when he got home from work, until we finally got it completely finished.

After the entire house was finished, and we were moved back in, things were so much better than they were before the remodeling.  It was worth every bit of the money and aggravation.  We added many more kitchen cabinets to the new kitchen, an eating bar, and the bathroom was much larger than the old one was.  We replaced the kitchen appliances, as well as the bathroom tub, sink and toilet.  We were also able to install a larger hot water heater–which was much-needed with a family of five! 

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Christmas in our new dining room

The picture above was taken the first Christmas after we remodeled.  That is my mother sitting at the end of the table.  She was living in the nursing home, but came to spend the day with our family.  My daddy was in the hospital that Christmas.  Brett and Brad are sitting across from Brandy and me–Ed took the photo.

I loved my kitchen, and to this day I miss the sliding glass door that looks out over the front yard.  I always sat at that bar in the background and looked outside while I ate.  Looking at that photo brings back so many memories…I hope you enjoyed my trip down memory lane and will stop by again, soon….

Published in: on November 9, 2009 at 10:12 am  Leave a Comment  

Thank You and The Weekend Winner Is…

I want to say a special thank you to all who visited my blog this weekend as I celebrated my 150th post this past week.  I had a lot of blog traffic and actually had a total of 21 comments for the weekend.  I know this may not sound like a lot to some…but I am as thrilled as if it were 200!  I always enjoy hearing what others have to say.  I am actually a listener by nature. 

The winner of the ten dollar Wal-mart give card has been randomly chosen and the winner is…Sharon W.  I will be in touch with her shortly to let her know.  Thanks again to all who read and comment regularly, and to those who are new I say welcome.  I love and appreciate all of you!  I have more fun things planned for the coming weekends…stay tuned!


Published in: on November 9, 2009 at 1:11 am  Comments (2)