David- Mom I have been giving it some thought. I want you to try to help me get into college. I mean if I have to go Army to get into college I will but I don't want to die.
Mom- Son I wish you'd make up your mind you are giving me a stomach ache in my head.
David- Well I am afraid. I don't want to die mom.
Mom- Son I understand but I have a guarantee on you boys. You all will out live me
David- Mom I know but what if.
Mom- I see your point. Have you've given any fore thought as to what you'd like to study in college.
David- Yes. I want to do computer animation along with computer programing.
Mom- David let's be realistic here. I understand you have dreams of going places. But however the chances of you getting into movie animation are lets face it slim to none. That's a hard field to get into. Be realistic on your goals. It's OK dream but make your dreams those you can achieve son.
David- Well I know but don't you think it would be nice to live a life of luxury once mom. I could take care of you and you wouldn't have to work so hard anymore.
Mom- Yes baby that would be awesome but I am resigned to live on a modest comfort level until I get you boys grown and through college at least. What you'd make would be for your family you are going to have not to take care of your mother. Remember after all I cursed you to be married for 100 years with your wife and you giving me six granddaughters. Remember they are all suppose to look like me/you and act like you and your brothers.
David- There is no way I'd ever have six children. Mom you're nuts!
Mom- Yes undecidely so but however I suggest you go ahead and invest in a feminine products company. You'd be a major share holder by time all six of the girls reached puberty.
David- Stop torturing me mom ~! Besides I am going to have at least one son.
Mom- NO MORE STINKY BOYS~! See the brilliance in the plan is I get what I want and you get to be a dad. I get to spoil them then send them home hyped up on chocolate and sugar. YES ~! BWAHAHAHAHA A GRANDMOTHER TO BE PLOTS HER EVIL REVENGE ON NUMBER ONE SON.
David- Mom you're scaring me. So what you think College and if I can't get in the Army.
Mom- OK works for me just give it some more thought before you go because thought computer programing is an awesome field but computer animation is well a long goal and dream.
Aug 28, 2007
My Kimmers
When you view this album please know that this is of my friend Kim and her family. Kim has been battling a lot of health issues that are life threatening for the past few years. When she was at her weakest God sent her an Angel in the smallest form. God sent her Tristan her grandson who gave her the courage and will to keep fighting. I made this scrap blog out of love for my friend. I love you Kimmers~!
Aug 26, 2007
Quitting Smoking...
I am into day 2 of being smoke free. God this hurts. I am going cold turkey.
I am so snappy at everyone. Imagine if you will the girl off that poltergist movie
whose head twist around and she spews venom. That would be me. The following scenario is a true account...
Me- Wake up stumble to make coffee. Right foot slips on freshly waxed wooden floor, twist hip
something pops. OH SHIT HELL FIRE I AM GETTING TO OLD TO WALK. ( remember I am only 37) FUCK FUCK FUCKITY FUCK FUCK~! Do a quick assessment determine nothing is broken. Continue three steps for coffee.
Teenage(17) son- Mom are you cooking breakfast this morning? I'd really like some sausage gravy and biscuits with scrambled eggs.
ME- (Head begins to spin ) grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr~!! EAT A DAMN POP TART . I throw it at him and hit him in the stomach with it.
Teenage son- realises I am attempting to quit smoking after 20 yrs of smoking. Proceeds to lock himself in bedroom.
11 yr old son- Mom please go get some cigarettes. I don't know why you put yourself through this or me. (hahaha)
ME- (chuckles and spews venom) WHAT DO YOU KNOW KID? HERE'S A DAMN POP TART LEAVE ME ALONE~!
I attempt to drink a cup of coffee. My hands are shaking so bad I can't steady the coffee. I didn't know coffee was so damn grand inhaled. YEP damnit I'm awake.
To be fair I must create you a mental picture of what I look like this morning. I favor Momma off of Mamma's Family but am wearing my flannel pj bottoms that say "I am cuter than any bunny" my bunny slippers and a tank top shirt. My hair is standing on ends. You know kind of that Hill billy bubba look.
9:05 Pm I made it~! day 3 ahead. HA I am going to do this ! I am going to beat the evil demon
of nicotine
I am so snappy at everyone. Imagine if you will the girl off that poltergist movie
whose head twist around and she spews venom. That would be me. The following scenario is a true account...
Me- Wake up stumble to make coffee. Right foot slips on freshly waxed wooden floor, twist hip
something pops. OH SHIT HELL FIRE I AM GETTING TO OLD TO WALK. ( remember I am only 37) FUCK FUCK FUCKITY FUCK FUCK~! Do a quick assessment determine nothing is broken. Continue three steps for coffee.
Teenage(17) son- Mom are you cooking breakfast this morning? I'd really like some sausage gravy and biscuits with scrambled eggs.
ME- (Head begins to spin ) grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr~!! EAT A DAMN POP TART . I throw it at him and hit him in the stomach with it.
Teenage son- realises I am attempting to quit smoking after 20 yrs of smoking. Proceeds to lock himself in bedroom.
11 yr old son- Mom please go get some cigarettes. I don't know why you put yourself through this or me. (hahaha)
ME- (chuckles and spews venom) WHAT DO YOU KNOW KID? HERE'S A DAMN POP TART LEAVE ME ALONE~!
I attempt to drink a cup of coffee. My hands are shaking so bad I can't steady the coffee. I didn't know coffee was so damn grand inhaled. YEP damnit I'm awake.
To be fair I must create you a mental picture of what I look like this morning. I favor Momma off of Mamma's Family but am wearing my flannel pj bottoms that say "I am cuter than any bunny" my bunny slippers and a tank top shirt. My hair is standing on ends. You know kind of that Hill billy bubba look.
9:05 Pm I made it~! day 3 ahead. HA I am going to do this ! I am going to beat the evil demon
of nicotine
Aug 25, 2007
Things that make you go HOLY SHIT BATMAN~!
OK please correct me if I am wrong. Isn't it the sworn duty of all Law Enforcement officers to protect and to serve. I never in my life would imagine that some officer would be so cruel and mean as to beat up little old ladies.
When did it become a crime to speak out if you are a Christan? Don't we Christan's have a right to our voice. What is wrong with the local goverments? Have they gone completely mad? This poor guy was jailed for two days for passing out christan tracks.
OK this is just a couple of things that make me go HOLY SHIT BATMAN they are crazy~!
When did it become a crime to speak out if you are a Christan? Don't we Christan's have a right to our voice. What is wrong with the local goverments? Have they gone completely mad? This poor guy was jailed for two days for passing out christan tracks.
OK this is just a couple of things that make me go HOLY SHIT BATMAN they are crazy~!
Aug 24, 2007
Somethings I wanted to Share...
Band Of Brothers
Tweaks .. a guide to optimizing your computer
Just for Fun ... text based game online
If you are in school for Nursing,Emt, firefighter, or Law Enforcement here is a place for practice exams
Need Stress Relief ?
Tipping a pizza delivery person guide made simple
When I feel like I could choke someone this helps.
Golf anyone?
Those sites should keep you all busy for a bit. Hope you enjoy.
Tweaks .. a guide to optimizing your computer
Just for Fun ... text based game online
If you are in school for Nursing,Emt, firefighter, or Law Enforcement here is a place for practice exams
Need Stress Relief ?
Tipping a pizza delivery person guide made simple
When I feel like I could choke someone this helps.
Golf anyone?
Those sites should keep you all busy for a bit. Hope you enjoy.
Probation Revoked
As some of you are aware in 1994 I lost my oldest son in a car accident.
He was in a car with his step-mother and step-brother. She had picked him
up at the school for his fathers weekend visit. Our youngest was at his dads
already because I had dropped him off earlier.
The car accident happened two miles from his dads house. They were struck by
a drunken driver at 2:35 p.m. that afternoon. I remember every detail of that day
and the days to follow. Some I am not ready to share though it has been twelve years.
The drunken driver would not have even been brought up on charges had it not been for my
younger sister. With the small town emergency room packed that day with six trauma patients from two car accidents it was total kayos.
The hospital here has one Doctor and two nurses on duty until seven each night. At that time it had a seven patient capacity. My sister was a nurse then at the hospital but had been assigned that day to Med/Surg. The director of nursing called her from the floor to the emergency room to help out and back up the other nurses. When my sister arrived in the emergency room she was directed to go preform post mortem care on a small child in the back over flow room.
She gathered her equipment and went to the back. When she pulled back the curtain it was
my son her oldest nephew. She walked out and questioned the nurse supervisor in the emergency room as to what had happened. When she learned the details she asked if a blood alcohol had been pulled on the driver who hit them head on. She then learned that no it hadn't been pulled. So she took it upon herself to go get the kit and draw it herself. Never saying a word to the man she did everything as protocol required. She then seen the vials of blood get to where they had to go.
She went on to preform post mortem care on my son and grief struck her after she had completed her task. The director of nursing came to the over flow to see what was taking her so long. She then explained who the child was to her. They let her leave right then and there to deliver the news to me and our family.
I am having a hard time writing this because I don't talk much about it. I have a lot of emotions I haven't been able to get off my chest concerning Stephen's Death. Until I do I will never be free of the agony and hurt . There is only one person I have to address in this situation and that is the man who killed my child.
He was immediately arrested when he tested positive with ETOH and various illegal drugs at the time of the accident. This man made bond some time shortly after my sons funeral. Only he was on the run for three years. When the old sheriff here was removed from office and the new one Howard Sills took office is when justice would be served.
Howard Sills took office and immediately went to looking through the warrants. He came upon my child's case and found the warrant on Robert Shaw. He instantly activated a search with the assistance of other Law Enforcement agencies in two or three counties for this moron who had killed my child. In no time Howard Sills along with the aid of Kenny Pritchett apprehended him hiding under a bed in Rutledge, Georgia.
Once Robert Shaw was brought before the judge he plead Guilty which got him a reduced sentence of ten years verses the max of twenty five years. He wasn't ordered to make any restitution to anyone in the case. I had to take out a loan to pay for the funeral along with my ex husband having to take out loans to pay for his stepsons and wife's medical care. The man didnt have insurance on the vehicle he was driving and his license was suspended on a previous dui charge. So now you know why the loans
My child was killed in Nov. 1994 it took them until June 1998 to bring him to justice. Robert Shaw went on to prison to serve eight years. When he was released in Oct. 2005 he was placed on parole to be followed by several years probation.
As I was reading the local News Paper's obituary column yesterday right next to it appeared the crime watch section. I glanced over and right there before my very eyes it read.
Robert Milton Shaw,37, Probation Revoked, Is being held without bond.
I found out years later that while out on bond on my son's case that man hit an elderly
woman in another county while intoxicated and killed her as well.
I am thoroughly over joyed that that piece of shit for a human is off the streets again.
Though it may not be for long at least I still get the pleasure of knowing justice does work.
He was in a car with his step-mother and step-brother. She had picked him
up at the school for his fathers weekend visit. Our youngest was at his dads
already because I had dropped him off earlier.
The car accident happened two miles from his dads house. They were struck by
a drunken driver at 2:35 p.m. that afternoon. I remember every detail of that day
and the days to follow. Some I am not ready to share though it has been twelve years.
The drunken driver would not have even been brought up on charges had it not been for my
younger sister. With the small town emergency room packed that day with six trauma patients from two car accidents it was total kayos.
The hospital here has one Doctor and two nurses on duty until seven each night. At that time it had a seven patient capacity. My sister was a nurse then at the hospital but had been assigned that day to Med/Surg. The director of nursing called her from the floor to the emergency room to help out and back up the other nurses. When my sister arrived in the emergency room she was directed to go preform post mortem care on a small child in the back over flow room.
She gathered her equipment and went to the back. When she pulled back the curtain it was
my son her oldest nephew. She walked out and questioned the nurse supervisor in the emergency room as to what had happened. When she learned the details she asked if a blood alcohol had been pulled on the driver who hit them head on. She then learned that no it hadn't been pulled. So she took it upon herself to go get the kit and draw it herself. Never saying a word to the man she did everything as protocol required. She then seen the vials of blood get to where they had to go.
She went on to preform post mortem care on my son and grief struck her after she had completed her task. The director of nursing came to the over flow to see what was taking her so long. She then explained who the child was to her. They let her leave right then and there to deliver the news to me and our family.
I am having a hard time writing this because I don't talk much about it. I have a lot of emotions I haven't been able to get off my chest concerning Stephen's Death. Until I do I will never be free of the agony and hurt . There is only one person I have to address in this situation and that is the man who killed my child.
He was immediately arrested when he tested positive with ETOH and various illegal drugs at the time of the accident. This man made bond some time shortly after my sons funeral. Only he was on the run for three years. When the old sheriff here was removed from office and the new one Howard Sills took office is when justice would be served.
Howard Sills took office and immediately went to looking through the warrants. He came upon my child's case and found the warrant on Robert Shaw. He instantly activated a search with the assistance of other Law Enforcement agencies in two or three counties for this moron who had killed my child. In no time Howard Sills along with the aid of Kenny Pritchett apprehended him hiding under a bed in Rutledge, Georgia.
Once Robert Shaw was brought before the judge he plead Guilty which got him a reduced sentence of ten years verses the max of twenty five years. He wasn't ordered to make any restitution to anyone in the case. I had to take out a loan to pay for the funeral along with my ex husband having to take out loans to pay for his stepsons and wife's medical care. The man didnt have insurance on the vehicle he was driving and his license was suspended on a previous dui charge. So now you know why the loans
My child was killed in Nov. 1994 it took them until June 1998 to bring him to justice. Robert Shaw went on to prison to serve eight years. When he was released in Oct. 2005 he was placed on parole to be followed by several years probation.
As I was reading the local News Paper's obituary column yesterday right next to it appeared the crime watch section. I glanced over and right there before my very eyes it read.
Robert Milton Shaw,37, Probation Revoked, Is being held without bond.
I found out years later that while out on bond on my son's case that man hit an elderly
woman in another county while intoxicated and killed her as well.
I am thoroughly over joyed that that piece of shit for a human is off the streets again.
Though it may not be for long at least I still get the pleasure of knowing justice does work.
Aug 23, 2007
Bless My Heart & Pass the Prozac
I am getting use to how this blogger works. I recently moved my blogs. My "Blog Mommy" has been doing wonderful at guiding me through the transition.
Please bare with a work in progress. As Babs Mentioned I am a EMT and crossing back over into Law Enforcement. I will give you all a brief summery of who I am.
I am Anne. I am 37 with three of the most wonderful sons any mother could ever hope and pray for. I have included a scrap blog of the boys. I think if you look closely you may catch a glimpse of me some where.
I have had a very emotional roller coaster over the years with first one thing and then another. Life is what we make out of it. When we are all born we are guaranteed two things .
1. To Live
2. To Die
What happens in between those two things is a thing called life.
Each one of us are dealt a hand to play in life. Whether you hold them or fold them is totally up to you. I however have chosen to play my best hand with God above as the dealer.
In my writings I choose to write about everyday life. As readers you will find that I write on a wide selection of things. I write to free up valuable brain cells that would other wise be laden by these accounts.
Though I am in the medical Field and headed back the Law Enforcement I will not be writing of my cases I have dealt with. Now of course when I go off to Mandate School I will relay the stories of my trials and tribulations there. As well
I will relay stories of the triumphs.
I come from a fairly large family by today's standards. I have two bothers and one sister. I am excited to share with you all that after all these years with one niece who is 15 and 5 nephews I am approaching the elation of being blessed with a second niece. Mary Hannah Elizabeth is Due November 28 but will be born on November 17.
Yes I know my niece has two middle names but so does my sisters three sons as well. I think after this little girl gets here my sister will officially have ever letter in the alphabet covered in her children's names.
I have one living grandmother. She is 83 and has all her mental capabilities about her. My mother and my step father live 3 miles from me. I dont visit much because of the ankle biter they have there. Then there is my dad . He reminds me of Carroll O'Conner.
That is the extent of my imediate family.Numerous uncles, aunts and cousins.
I hope this gives you insight of who I am.
"The happiest people don't necessarily have the best of everything;they just make the best of everything they have."
"Sam the Wonder Dog"
The power went off at some point in the wee hours of the morning. No alarm clock and I had 2 kids to get up and get ready to catch the bus. Without the aid of an alarm clock to wake me from deep vegetative slumber the day wouldn't start until daybreak usually.
Meet Sam our wonderful intelligent family dog. Sam became a member of our family by choosing us when we were at the local animal shelter. He was coming in from the yard to the kennel when we were walking through looking for a family dog to adopt. He ran up to us and acted as if he'd known us his entire life. It was love at first site. Sam came to the animal shelter as a refugee of Hurricane Katrina in 2005. Adoption fee for twenty dollars and well worth it.
Sam knocks on the door with his paw to be let inside. He seldom comes to the back side of the house where my room is. But this morning at precisely 6 a.m . He knocked on my bedroom door and woke me up. I woke up to discover the power outage.
So Sam saved the day. The children were up and dressed to catch the bus on time this morning. Might I add that they were the only ones that got on the bus in this neighborhood this morning. Sam saved our county this morning because other wise I would have been driving to the schoolhouse looking like Vicky Lawrence from Mama's Family. That's not a pretty mental image either .
An Issue to Address...
Please let me elaborate...
I have been divorced for many years and I tend to focus my energies on my children and house.
I have dated a few in the past years and none that lasted more than a few months.
I don't consider myself a beauty queen or anything special I am just me.
I have a good since of humor and a fairly good personality. I tend to clown around and make others laugh because It makes me feel good knowing I brought a smile to someones face.
So my dilemma I am having recently is married men hitting on me and wanting to "hook up". Please allow me to address the issue.
To all Married Men who have at one time or another tried to pick up a woman on line.
1.I don't care if your wife doesn't put out. I don't care what problems your marriage is suffering It isn't my problem.
2.If you spent as much time and energy on your marriage as you do on line trying to pick up a woman then your wife would put out more.
3. I don't care that you don't feel loved I am not a child of the 60's and had nothing to do with the free love movement.
4. You have nothing to offer me except a first class ticket on the fast train to hell
by committing adultery.
5.Face it when your wife find outs what you are doing on line that will be all you can ever offer anyone because she will in the near future own the rest
6. If you were so unhappy then you'd be divorced by now.
7. There is a very good reason divorce is so expensive you know. Its because it's worth it.
So save me the time and energy of having to tell you exactly where you can go and leave me alone. I am not interested in you or anything you may think you have to offer me. If you were so special then your wife would be giving it up more and your marriage wouldn't be in trouble.
Now with that off my shoulders you may continue with your regularly scheduled blog read.
I have been divorced for many years and I tend to focus my energies on my children and house.
I have dated a few in the past years and none that lasted more than a few months.
I don't consider myself a beauty queen or anything special I am just me.
I have a good since of humor and a fairly good personality. I tend to clown around and make others laugh because It makes me feel good knowing I brought a smile to someones face.
So my dilemma I am having recently is married men hitting on me and wanting to "hook up". Please allow me to address the issue.
To all Married Men who have at one time or another tried to pick up a woman on line.
1.I don't care if your wife doesn't put out. I don't care what problems your marriage is suffering It isn't my problem.
2.If you spent as much time and energy on your marriage as you do on line trying to pick up a woman then your wife would put out more.
3. I don't care that you don't feel loved I am not a child of the 60's and had nothing to do with the free love movement.
4. You have nothing to offer me except a first class ticket on the fast train to hell
by committing adultery.
5.Face it when your wife find outs what you are doing on line that will be all you can ever offer anyone because she will in the near future own the rest
6. If you were so unhappy then you'd be divorced by now.
7. There is a very good reason divorce is so expensive you know. Its because it's worth it.
So save me the time and energy of having to tell you exactly where you can go and leave me alone. I am not interested in you or anything you may think you have to offer me. If you were so special then your wife would be giving it up more and your marriage wouldn't be in trouble.
Now with that off my shoulders you may continue with your regularly scheduled blog read.
Aug 22, 2007
My New Blog Mommy
OK I am new over here to this blogger. I have got to send my special thank yous out to "My New Blog Mommy".
She is so patient and kind dealing with my blond moments over here. Many thank yous for all your help ,your support and wonderful guidance.
She is so patient and kind dealing with my blond moments over here. Many thank yous for all your help ,your support and wonderful guidance.
I can't believe I did that...
It is almost 7 am and I am awake as usual. Couldn't sleep tonight might have something to do with the fact I am a major night owl. Well that and a gallon of sweet southern tea will do it every time.
I have spent my night playing rule the seas, reading Ambulance Drivers blog and the newest I have added to my daily reads is Blue Ridge Medic. You know what most people consider boring I find fascinating.
I get bored easily in life. My biggest boredom is currently my career. I want action I want excitement. YEAH YEAH YEAH I know already an EMTI and I want more. Thought of going on to be a paramedic but hey why ruin a good thing there is a such thing as knowing your limits. I barely survived EMTI class. My head almost exploded with the first nine months of instruction. It hurt to think at times. To be honest when the instructor was talking about acidosis alkalosis I thought I was going to pull my hair out trying to figure it out. Oh well survived that course made it out with a GPA of 3.8, got licensed and all that good stuff. Well which brings me to my next adventure in life.
Those who know me well know that I spent years working in law enforcement in another state and then in corrections. I miss that line. So I applied to a metro area Law Enforcement branch. I figure why not. Between what I know as a EMT and what I know as a officer and a firefighter why I would make a dang on great Beat Cop.
I am not always the clown I just portray one in real life with my family and friends. At work I suck it up princess and total seriousness is there unless otherwise provoked by my well meaning partner.
I am wanting to find new direction in my life. I mean in Feb. My life changes a little more. My oldest son leaves for basic training for the Army. My other two are still in grade school and doing just fine. Other than having the ability to render emergency medical treatment in some of the most severe extremes I just am not feeling it.
I have worked several calls where its a bloody hassle to keep ones composure. People try the last bit of your patience. You have a PARAGOD complexed jerk in close proximity that makes bile rush to the forefront of your oral lumen. I have seen to many times people loose common since and turn PARAGOD because they forget we share the same goal. Yet theirs is clouded by major complex and chips on their shoulders.
So before I am completely turned sour against the entire profession I am moving on and using my training else where. It would be an awesome combination with officer because they are usually first on scene. So why not~! Now how many of you think I am out of my ever loving mind hold those thoughts and let me remind you I was once a officer on the beat in a much larger state and much larger city than the one I applied to. So wish me well and luck or say nothing at all I am doing it anyways.
I have spent my night playing rule the seas, reading Ambulance Drivers blog and the newest I have added to my daily reads is Blue Ridge Medic. You know what most people consider boring I find fascinating.
I get bored easily in life. My biggest boredom is currently my career. I want action I want excitement. YEAH YEAH YEAH I know already an EMTI and I want more. Thought of going on to be a paramedic but hey why ruin a good thing there is a such thing as knowing your limits. I barely survived EMTI class. My head almost exploded with the first nine months of instruction. It hurt to think at times. To be honest when the instructor was talking about acidosis alkalosis I thought I was going to pull my hair out trying to figure it out. Oh well survived that course made it out with a GPA of 3.8, got licensed and all that good stuff. Well which brings me to my next adventure in life.
Those who know me well know that I spent years working in law enforcement in another state and then in corrections. I miss that line. So I applied to a metro area Law Enforcement branch. I figure why not. Between what I know as a EMT and what I know as a officer and a firefighter why I would make a dang on great Beat Cop.
I am not always the clown I just portray one in real life with my family and friends. At work I suck it up princess and total seriousness is there unless otherwise provoked by my well meaning partner.
I am wanting to find new direction in my life. I mean in Feb. My life changes a little more. My oldest son leaves for basic training for the Army. My other two are still in grade school and doing just fine. Other than having the ability to render emergency medical treatment in some of the most severe extremes I just am not feeling it.
I have worked several calls where its a bloody hassle to keep ones composure. People try the last bit of your patience. You have a PARAGOD complexed jerk in close proximity that makes bile rush to the forefront of your oral lumen. I have seen to many times people loose common since and turn PARAGOD because they forget we share the same goal. Yet theirs is clouded by major complex and chips on their shoulders.
So before I am completely turned sour against the entire profession I am moving on and using my training else where. It would be an awesome combination with officer because they are usually first on scene. So why not~! Now how many of you think I am out of my ever loving mind hold those thoughts and let me remind you I was once a officer on the beat in a much larger state and much larger city than the one I applied to. So wish me well and luck or say nothing at all I am doing it anyways.
If ever I had to Choose a Hero It would be...
In life we are dealt a hand to play. Whether we hold them or fold them it's totally up to us.
I was just surfing through a very good friends profile on here. I am sentimental this morning for some reason. I was looking through her pictures and saw the love etched on every ones faces. She is surrounded by love.
I Know that she is very ill. I wish at times I could wave my magic wand and make it all better for her. But unfortunately I had to trade my magic wand for a broom years ago.(lol.. shut up no wise cracks).
As I tell her story I want you all to stop and look at your lives and think how blessed you all are .
"M1 10-76 beginning mileage 7-8-5-6-9-2. M1 dispatch 10-23" What they walk in on is not what they expected.
She's the one that wasn't suppose to live. She's the one that the medical books told us had no chance. She's the one that brought with her to the emergency room that day a uncertainty for all of our education in the medical field. Young lady with a veracies rupture appeared to be 35 maybe 36 at the time. Well lets get her stabilized best we can and call for the bird. Bird lands up she goes doubt we'd ever see her again. Emory University Hospital months later several units of blood later a stroke leaving her hemipalegic and the girl is still damn fighting. Fast Forward to current day Current time yrs later several more hospital stays later and a pacemaker later She is still fighting. She is still smiling. She is still loving and being loved. The girl who wasn't suppose to make it has defied all odds and is keeping on keeping on.
If ever I had to choose a hero of someone I admire most in this world. I wouldn't choose a superhero from Marvel comics or a sports figure. I would have to choose. Kimberly Ward. She is soft spoken gentle and kind. She can get her feathers ruffled if you upset her about her family or friends. She is very loving and protective of those around her. She's a fighter , shes a mother, she's a lover, she's a my best friend.
I was just surfing through a very good friends profile on here. I am sentimental this morning for some reason. I was looking through her pictures and saw the love etched on every ones faces. She is surrounded by love.
I Know that she is very ill. I wish at times I could wave my magic wand and make it all better for her. But unfortunately I had to trade my magic wand for a broom years ago.(lol.. shut up no wise cracks).
As I tell her story I want you all to stop and look at your lives and think how blessed you all are .
"M1 10-76 beginning mileage 7-8-5-6-9-2. M1 dispatch 10-23" What they walk in on is not what they expected.
She's the one that wasn't suppose to live. She's the one that the medical books told us had no chance. She's the one that brought with her to the emergency room that day a uncertainty for all of our education in the medical field. Young lady with a veracies rupture appeared to be 35 maybe 36 at the time. Well lets get her stabilized best we can and call for the bird. Bird lands up she goes doubt we'd ever see her again. Emory University Hospital months later several units of blood later a stroke leaving her hemipalegic and the girl is still damn fighting. Fast Forward to current day Current time yrs later several more hospital stays later and a pacemaker later She is still fighting. She is still smiling. She is still loving and being loved. The girl who wasn't suppose to make it has defied all odds and is keeping on keeping on.
Kim is surrounded by love of many friends. Family showers her with more love than the average human can stand. She has the most adorable grandson. He is her heart. He was the spirit of fight she needed to keep going. When she got weaker this year God sent her an Angel in the smallest form. His name is Tristan. Her husband loves and in spite of the fact he himself had to have back surgery this year he kept on taking care of every one of her needs. This is love.
Love Is Patient and Kind
Love is not jealous or boastful
Love is not arrogant or rude
Love does not insist on its own way
Love is not irritable or resentful
Love does not rejoice at wrong, but rejoices in the right
Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things
Love never ends
Love just is.
Love is not arrogant or rude
Love does not insist on its own way
Love is not irritable or resentful
Love does not rejoice at wrong, but rejoices in the right
Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things
Love never ends
Love just is.
If ever I had to choose a hero of someone I admire most in this world. I wouldn't choose a superhero from Marvel comics or a sports figure. I would have to choose. Kimberly Ward. She is soft spoken gentle and kind. She can get her feathers ruffled if you upset her about her family or friends. She is very loving and protective of those around her. She's a fighter , shes a mother, she's a lover, she's a my best friend.
Over the years I have seen her get more distressed by her illness than ever before. She told me she didn't know how long she had and that she had been dreaming of things that most would be shaken by. I made a solemn vow to her that night online( we talk a lot on here she lives 15 minutes from me.lol.) I swore my friendship would no fail I swore to her I'd watch out for her family if anything happened to her. I swore to her I'd be there with her holding her hand right up to the very end. She taught me patience she has taught me a deeper love of friendships that I had before. Her family is my family She is the friend that grew to be a closer sister.
Though because my life keeps me busy with my children and i don't get to see her as much i still am with her in spirit and heart.
My memories are that my memories and the ones she and I have created as friends makes me smile and chuckle when really I want to cry. The time when she wasn't long out of the hospital and just wanted to "GET THE HELL OUT OF THE HOUSE" I go to her house and we went to Save- A- Lot then by the goody gallery for her very favorite (crushed ice) We laughed like school girls. The time when I finally got to meet her grandson Tristan and he spit up all over my shirt she laughed and though I was making faces said "I HAD BEEN SPEWED WITH LOVE" Every time i need a cheer she is there every time my heart feels broken for the last time she is there. She is my best friend. She is my Hero~! I love you Kim keep fighting you're doing a wonderful job~!
I am NO Carol Brady
Those who know me know that I love all children no matter who they belong to. Children hold a special place in my heart. They are young,impressionable, and innocent.
This week I sat with my best friends children as well as having my 2 younger ones. That is combined for a total of 7 children in one home for the past 6 days and 5 nights. Can we say ALICEEEEE~! I sure wish he hadn't fired Alice Saturday.lol. kidding. For the most part it was quiet they were in school. But for the time they were at the house. It was a noise level ranging from dull roar to F-5 tornado. Depending on if the smaller ones upset the oldest girl. That girl has some vocal chords on her let me tell you. My two stayed out of the line of fire for the most part. But all in all it was a good week they were able to mind most of the time.
Which this week has taught me that being mom of 3 sons isn't as bad as most would think. It's pretty calm around my house most of the time. It also taught me that I AM NO CAROL BRADY with six children and cousin Oliver visiting. I survived with my hair on my head and my nerves still in tact. Like I told my mother I now remember why I had the hysterectomy.
Most of all This week taught me patience and that love comes even in the twinkling of the bluest eyes from the smaller of them all. The sweet little grins and the I love you Ms. Angela before bed made my day better. I did get to spend time braiding hair on the girls and doing girl stuff that I haven't ever been able to do because I have all boys. So any who if anyone is wondering my hair isn't grey yet.lol
This week I sat with my best friends children as well as having my 2 younger ones. That is combined for a total of 7 children in one home for the past 6 days and 5 nights. Can we say ALICEEEEE~! I sure wish he hadn't fired Alice Saturday.lol. kidding. For the most part it was quiet they were in school. But for the time they were at the house. It was a noise level ranging from dull roar to F-5 tornado. Depending on if the smaller ones upset the oldest girl. That girl has some vocal chords on her let me tell you. My two stayed out of the line of fire for the most part. But all in all it was a good week they were able to mind most of the time.
Which this week has taught me that being mom of 3 sons isn't as bad as most would think. It's pretty calm around my house most of the time. It also taught me that I AM NO CAROL BRADY with six children and cousin Oliver visiting. I survived with my hair on my head and my nerves still in tact. Like I told my mother I now remember why I had the hysterectomy.
Most of all This week taught me patience and that love comes even in the twinkling of the bluest eyes from the smaller of them all. The sweet little grins and the I love you Ms. Angela before bed made my day better. I did get to spend time braiding hair on the girls and doing girl stuff that I haven't ever been able to do because I have all boys. So any who if anyone is wondering my hair isn't grey yet.lol
Mom What's ....
So as in my earlier blog I wrote how my middle son was officially in puberty.
To update you all...THIS IS GOING TO TURN ME INTO AN EMOTIONAL BASKET CASE~!
I have been forever traumatized. I knew the questions were coming soon but what I expected was far from what I was asked.
Being a divorced mother of three sons with no male pr essence to be found has proven to be a challenge.
Enters Ben from day 1 of the fifth grade. "How was your first day as an official fifth grader son?" "It was OK mom I did get to change classes today." "I was wondering Mom when do you think you can take me back to Dr.Al to get those papers he was going to print off for me about puberty and what to expect"."I am not planning on going back to town until Monday.
Is there some questions you have that maybe you'd feel comfortable enough with asking dear ole mom?" "Yes mam"."SO where would you like to begin honey? I will do my best to answer all and every question you have openly and honestly.
If I don't have the answer we have the Internet we can find the answer together,OK?"
(question 1)
"What kind of changes in my body can I expect as I go through puberty?
Well son you can expect, hold on let me look this up on the Internet so I don't make a mistake. I know about girls being one myself but not much about boys stages of puberty."
"OK here we go Ben right here it says you can expect your voice to start changing,that you will began to get pubic hair in the pelvic region and under your arm pits. Being your father is hairy I imagine you will start getting hair on your chest around 15 or so.
(question 2 I about faint but hold composure)
"Mom how come my penis is small and my testicles are huge?"
( I am stammering at this point to find the proper words) I manage to come up with "No worries son you won't even recognise your penis by the time you are 16 it will all have made a lot of changes by then.
"Will you see if you can find a better answer on that site mom" "sure son" (I forgot he could read so well and knew how to pronounce those embarrassing 50 dollar words that this site had on it)
(follows question three)
"Mom it says there I may experience Wet Dreams what is a wet dream?"
(turns real red and hunting the closest hole to crawl into I look stunned bewildered and my jaw has dropped to the floor)
"Welllllll... Son its where OK say take ah I got it.....I explain this question as best as possible AND I get my punch back for this question "Son do you want to know where babies come from and how they are created?" "Um no Mom that's tmi for me right now".
"OK son I am glad that you trusted me enough to come to me and ask these questions if you think of anymore that you would like answered write them down and bring them to me". Ben hugs me and goes into the living room. He went from matured back to young son in the matter of minutes. Then as if he was reading my mind Friday night he brings me a picture that is of a heart it reads "I will always be your baby Mom and love you forever and ever".
That day proved to be a challenge for me as a mother and a woman. But I am thankful to God above I survived that one. I think now is the point where I will take up drinking alcohol or Prozac. LOL
To update you all...THIS IS GOING TO TURN ME INTO AN EMOTIONAL BASKET CASE~!
I have been forever traumatized. I knew the questions were coming soon but what I expected was far from what I was asked.
Being a divorced mother of three sons with no male pr essence to be found has proven to be a challenge.
Enters Ben from day 1 of the fifth grade. "How was your first day as an official fifth grader son?" "It was OK mom I did get to change classes today." "I was wondering Mom when do you think you can take me back to Dr.Al to get those papers he was going to print off for me about puberty and what to expect"."I am not planning on going back to town until Monday.
Is there some questions you have that maybe you'd feel comfortable enough with asking dear ole mom?" "Yes mam"."SO where would you like to begin honey? I will do my best to answer all and every question you have openly and honestly.
If I don't have the answer we have the Internet we can find the answer together,OK?"
(question 1)
"What kind of changes in my body can I expect as I go through puberty?
Well son you can expect, hold on let me look this up on the Internet so I don't make a mistake. I know about girls being one myself but not much about boys stages of puberty."
"OK here we go Ben right here it says you can expect your voice to start changing,that you will began to get pubic hair in the pelvic region and under your arm pits. Being your father is hairy I imagine you will start getting hair on your chest around 15 or so.
(question 2 I about faint but hold composure)
"Mom how come my penis is small and my testicles are huge?"
( I am stammering at this point to find the proper words) I manage to come up with "No worries son you won't even recognise your penis by the time you are 16 it will all have made a lot of changes by then.
"Will you see if you can find a better answer on that site mom" "sure son" (I forgot he could read so well and knew how to pronounce those embarrassing 50 dollar words that this site had on it)
(follows question three)
"Mom it says there I may experience Wet Dreams what is a wet dream?"
(turns real red and hunting the closest hole to crawl into I look stunned bewildered and my jaw has dropped to the floor)
"Welllllll... Son its where OK say take ah I got it.....I explain this question as best as possible AND I get my punch back for this question "Son do you want to know where babies come from and how they are created?" "Um no Mom that's tmi for me right now".
"OK son I am glad that you trusted me enough to come to me and ask these questions if you think of anymore that you would like answered write them down and bring them to me". Ben hugs me and goes into the living room. He went from matured back to young son in the matter of minutes. Then as if he was reading my mind Friday night he brings me a picture that is of a heart it reads "I will always be your baby Mom and love you forever and ever".
That day proved to be a challenge for me as a mother and a woman. But I am thankful to God above I survived that one. I think now is the point where I will take up drinking alcohol or Prozac. LOL
Time Goes By
As time goes by in life sometimes I forget to stop and admire the beauty in it all. Today I stopped and admired in bewilderment the beauty of childhood. I viewed it through the eyes of my middle son.
We had meet the teachers night at school. He really shocked me when he told me he wasn't joining any of the clubs this year because he really needed to focus more on his school work. Sign of maturity. He is my son that has ADHD. This kid has over come all odds and adversities to succeed at school.
So being he is ADHD I had to take him today to get his 6 month follow up and concerta. This child the doctor officially diagnoses puberty has begun with him. So I guess it is time for me to stop referring to him as my baby and refer to him as a young man. He tells the doctor himself he feels that he can benefit more with an increase in the dosage of concerta.My little boy is becoming a man before my very eyes. All I want to do at this point is stop the clock so time doesn't go by and I happen to blink one day and he is grown. I have just realised how quickly our children grow up. I wish I could keep them small forever. But that's selfish of me I know. I love them with all my being with every fiber I have. They are the reason I keep striving forward to make a better life for us all.
I would like to thank Ben for opening my eyes today where he is concerned. My Lil boy is now grown into a fine young man. I am excited to see what hand in life he is dealt. I see great works and wonders coming from him. I see a child who many doubted his ability to achieve,succeed and I believed in him from the beginning proving the school system wrong.
My son I was informed begins taking pre-algebra this year. In the 5th grade. They say he can do it. I believe he can do it. He knows he can do it. Tomorrow is their first day back. They are excited but I am sadden their summer went by so fast. I believe in them just like they believed in me when I didn't believe in myself. I love you my sons. I hope you have a wonderful day tomorrow. Though I am smiling as I leave you at your classroom doors just understand its because i am very proud of you two. More proud of you than any mother could be of their children. I love you Ben and Jacob.
We had meet the teachers night at school. He really shocked me when he told me he wasn't joining any of the clubs this year because he really needed to focus more on his school work. Sign of maturity. He is my son that has ADHD. This kid has over come all odds and adversities to succeed at school.
So being he is ADHD I had to take him today to get his 6 month follow up and concerta. This child the doctor officially diagnoses puberty has begun with him. So I guess it is time for me to stop referring to him as my baby and refer to him as a young man. He tells the doctor himself he feels that he can benefit more with an increase in the dosage of concerta.My little boy is becoming a man before my very eyes. All I want to do at this point is stop the clock so time doesn't go by and I happen to blink one day and he is grown. I have just realised how quickly our children grow up. I wish I could keep them small forever. But that's selfish of me I know. I love them with all my being with every fiber I have. They are the reason I keep striving forward to make a better life for us all.
I would like to thank Ben for opening my eyes today where he is concerned. My Lil boy is now grown into a fine young man. I am excited to see what hand in life he is dealt. I see great works and wonders coming from him. I see a child who many doubted his ability to achieve,succeed and I believed in him from the beginning proving the school system wrong.
My son I was informed begins taking pre-algebra this year. In the 5th grade. They say he can do it. I believe he can do it. He knows he can do it. Tomorrow is their first day back. They are excited but I am sadden their summer went by so fast. I believe in them just like they believed in me when I didn't believe in myself. I love you my sons. I hope you have a wonderful day tomorrow. Though I am smiling as I leave you at your classroom doors just understand its because i am very proud of you two. More proud of you than any mother could be of their children. I love you Ben and Jacob.
YAY IT'S FRIDAY~! (singing peanut butter jelly time)
Yes believe it or not I have survived another week.
I was reflecting a bit ago. I don't know if it is from sleep deprivation or from the lowered doses of caffeine in my system.
Somethings have got my mind racing this morning. Yes, besides the fact it's Friday and pay day.
It would scare most normal people if they had to live in my head among my thoughts.
I was reflecting a bit ago. I don't know if it is from sleep deprivation or from the lowered doses of caffeine in my system.
Somethings have got my mind racing this morning. Yes, besides the fact it's Friday and pay day.
It would scare most normal people if they had to live in my head among my thoughts.
Irritants- We all have those little things that irritates us. Mine is someone first thing in the morning Rambling on about non significant crap. Let me wake up please before talking about something that is pointless and otherwise deemed non-coherent.
Like so many of my friends I to was born and raised in the south . Being From Georgia. Imagine life if you will from my prospective. My parents where not the happy couple. My mother worked for 35 yrs at the local emergency room and my father retired from the Department of corrections. SO I along with my siblings were raised treated as a cross between inmates and patients. lol. Ever notice you tend to be strict parents on older children as with the younger ones you tend to be lieant? That's how it was in our house growing up. My older brother and I were treated like we had life sentences. Where as the younger two were treated like they could do no wrong. Which brings me to this point. Just because you were babied in your childhood doesn't give you the right to be babied all your life. At some point you must grow up. Imagination can be fun but it's really fun for those of us who see reality.
Pet peeves. My biggest pet peeve is please don't whimper and whine. MEN. Men the most unattractive thing in the world is you whining and whimpering because you don't get your way. That is the biggest turn off where men are concerned next to no drivers license, no job, no life, and ability to drink more alcohol than most humans drink H2O.
SO this concludes ramblings this morning stay tuned for more this afternoon.
SO this concludes ramblings this morning stay tuned for more this afternoon.
PIMPAGE
A few months ago I was in chat and met a woman named "BabsRN" Upon holding discussions in a private box we established a kind of friendship. Babs is quite unique. She is highly educated yet still has a a hell of a personality. She turned me on to some awesome blog sites. Babs and then she recommends Ambulance Driver who those of us who frequent his blog have come to know as AD
Quite amusing. I have read many a post by this gentleman and either been left in tears ,fits of side splitting laughter or nodding my head in a understandment that only ems would have. Coming in close beind is LawDog which is recommended by AD and Babs.
Also leaving me nodding with understandment is Tubes
Then there is DT So my pimpage of these sites and thier awesome authors is complete. Visit them and read.
Quite amusing. I have read many a post by this gentleman and either been left in tears ,fits of side splitting laughter or nodding my head in a understandment that only ems would have. Coming in close beind is LawDog which is recommended by AD and Babs.
Also leaving me nodding with understandment is Tubes
Then there is DT So my pimpage of these sites and thier awesome authors is complete. Visit them and read.
Rosa Lynn Thomas Barrett
As many of you know my life and world has been very hectic since June 20th my grandmother had a heart attack then followed more health issues with her. During the time i was with her in the hospital a childhood friend of mine passed away from cancer.
Rosa Lynn Thomas Barrett "Lynn". I have the knack of finding out bad news in the oddest of places. I was at the Murphy's gas station outside walmart when I learned of her death. Being from a small town in Georgia you know everyone. Or at least I use too.
Lynn I have known since we were children. She and I went through our teens and the beginning of mother hood together. Her older sister even drove my old school bus when I was in school. So we go way back. Lynn was a fair skinned redhead . Always smiling. She was smiling the last time I saw her. It was about 6 months to a yr ago in Walmart right after she had been diagnosed with the cancer. She was on a walker and barely able to mustard the energy it took to walk. It threw me for a loop seeing a once very active happy go lucky girl like Lynn like that. I was in shock more or less.
With my busy life I was able to keep up with her progress and health through first one family member of hers or the next. Mostly through our friend Cheryl Who was Lynn's best friend. We three hung out so much growing up. We all laughed we cried we went through our boy crazy phases together. Lynn who had the biggest crush on my youngest uncle way back when. She and I married our first husbands around the same time.
We began having children with in weeks of each other. First Me then her then me then her. She stopped after two. Her oldest is tall and handsome with dark hair and his mothers smile and since of humor. Her youngest has her firey red hair and is full of mischievousness like she was. Both boys always smiling. We learned how to change diapers together.
Lynn was there for me when she heard of the murder of my oldest son in 1994. She came running and knew right where to find me. Cheryl was there as well. I loved her like my sister. Sadly the day I found out about her death I was on my way to work and the funeral had been over with by an hour. I didn't get a chance to pay my respects to her nor her family there so I am trying to do it here.
Lynn you were a great friend~! You always made me laugh and smile. You cheered me when I was down. I will always think of you when I walk in the spring time down the road by the Library in town. How we use to laugh and flirt with the boys when we were younger. I shall miss you dearly my friend.
You graced my life and touched my heart . My life is greatly enriched and blessed by having a friend in you. It's OK Lynn rest now your day is over and your job here on Earth is done. See you in Heaven when I get there~! Thank you for the memories, smiles,laughter,tears and blessings you have given me through life. I love you girl~!
The LORD is my shepherd,I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures.He leadeth me beside the still waters. He restoreth my soul. He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for thou art with me. Thy rod and thy staff they comfort me. Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies, Thou anointest my head with oil,My cup runneth over. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life,and I will dwell in the house of the LORD forever. Amen.
Rosa Lynn Thomas Barrett "Lynn". I have the knack of finding out bad news in the oddest of places. I was at the Murphy's gas station outside walmart when I learned of her death. Being from a small town in Georgia you know everyone. Or at least I use too.
Lynn I have known since we were children. She and I went through our teens and the beginning of mother hood together. Her older sister even drove my old school bus when I was in school. So we go way back. Lynn was a fair skinned redhead . Always smiling. She was smiling the last time I saw her. It was about 6 months to a yr ago in Walmart right after she had been diagnosed with the cancer. She was on a walker and barely able to mustard the energy it took to walk. It threw me for a loop seeing a once very active happy go lucky girl like Lynn like that. I was in shock more or less.
With my busy life I was able to keep up with her progress and health through first one family member of hers or the next. Mostly through our friend Cheryl Who was Lynn's best friend. We three hung out so much growing up. We all laughed we cried we went through our boy crazy phases together. Lynn who had the biggest crush on my youngest uncle way back when. She and I married our first husbands around the same time.
We began having children with in weeks of each other. First Me then her then me then her. She stopped after two. Her oldest is tall and handsome with dark hair and his mothers smile and since of humor. Her youngest has her firey red hair and is full of mischievousness like she was. Both boys always smiling. We learned how to change diapers together.
Lynn was there for me when she heard of the murder of my oldest son in 1994. She came running and knew right where to find me. Cheryl was there as well. I loved her like my sister. Sadly the day I found out about her death I was on my way to work and the funeral had been over with by an hour. I didn't get a chance to pay my respects to her nor her family there so I am trying to do it here.
Lynn you were a great friend~! You always made me laugh and smile. You cheered me when I was down. I will always think of you when I walk in the spring time down the road by the Library in town. How we use to laugh and flirt with the boys when we were younger. I shall miss you dearly my friend.
You graced my life and touched my heart . My life is greatly enriched and blessed by having a friend in you. It's OK Lynn rest now your day is over and your job here on Earth is done. See you in Heaven when I get there~! Thank you for the memories, smiles,laughter,tears and blessings you have given me through life. I love you girl~!
The LORD is my shepherd,I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures.He leadeth me beside the still waters. He restoreth my soul. He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for thou art with me. Thy rod and thy staff they comfort me. Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies, Thou anointest my head with oil,My cup runneth over. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life,and I will dwell in the house of the LORD forever. Amen.
Reflections of the Heart
In each of our lives we come to a point where we come to a stand still. Whether by confusion or by events which take place.
This week I came to a Stand still. By events which have taken place. My grandmother became very ill.
This week I came to a Stand still. By events which have taken place. My grandmother became very ill.
In a girls life there is someone who stands out more than others. This special person touches your life in more ways than can be imagined. Sometimes you don't realise how much that person means to you until something happens to them. I however have known for a very long time how much she meant to me. I am blessed with a grandmother that loved me when I couldn't love myself. She never said a harsh word or offered comment on anything she perceived I was messing up in life at. She just loved me anyway.
Some of my hardest most trying moments in life I look back and there she was loving me through it. I remember as a little girl watching her get dressed for so many years to go to work at the veterans home in Milledgeville.
She worked there from the day after she turned 18 until she retired in 1986. That was a full 42 years she gave to nursing this countries veterans. She met and Married my grandfather in 1944 a year later they had my mother. In the following years there were 6 more children besides my mother. One of which was born to early and didn't survive. Her life was then busy and hectic. In 1967 along came her first grandchild my older brother. Followed by me being second. Hence forth more grandchildren ensued for a total of 18. Giving on to her great grand children 25 and counting. Some of the grandchildren are still young. So a large family she has.
She worked there from the day after she turned 18 until she retired in 1986. That was a full 42 years she gave to nursing this countries veterans. She met and Married my grandfather in 1944 a year later they had my mother. In the following years there were 6 more children besides my mother. One of which was born to early and didn't survive. Her life was then busy and hectic. In 1967 along came her first grandchild my older brother. Followed by me being second. Hence forth more grandchildren ensued for a total of 18. Giving on to her great grand children 25 and counting. Some of the grandchildren are still young. So a large family she has.
Surrounded by love we are all blessed for our family's glue that holds us together. When she was widowed in 1987 you could see her become more Solemn and saddened. When I was struck with the grief of my oldest sons death she was there sitting in my lap holding me close as the news of his murder was given to me. My screams and cries of grief and agony she shushed away holding me close and wiping away my tears.
Her strength is untouchable. She loaned me some to get through it all. I gathered her amazing strength and today am a stronger loving woman than before because of her. When others thought I couldn't succeed. She said yes you can and I did.
So today as she lays her head upon the pillow sleeping in her hospital bed sick and uncertain of what tomorrow holds. Frail in body she maybe but strong in faith and love she shall always remain.
So today as she lays her head upon the pillow sleeping in her hospital bed sick and uncertain of what tomorrow holds. Frail in body she maybe but strong in faith and love she shall always remain.
I have vowed to her the love and strength she needs to face what ever God has in store for her in the future. My life has been greatly enriched for having such a beautiful soul and spirit in my grandmother.
In my grandmothers eyes I am her angel. There is a special connection between us that not all share with her. I call her Nanny She calls me Angel. She walked with me through prayers when the others turned there back on me. She walked with me through hell and brought me to God's saving grace. She held me close when others shoved me afar. She has always been my strength and my rock.
Now as the tables have turned. In my heart she shall always be. Because of her then today you have me. I love you My Nanny because I am not really your Angel you are mine.
Now as the tables have turned. In my heart she shall always be. Because of her then today you have me. I love you My Nanny because I am not really your Angel you are mine.
ADHD
For those of you who know me well knows that my middle son is diagnosed ADHD. In my best attempt to explain exactly what it is you may find my explination quite humorous.
Imagine if you will you have the voice that is most annoying in your head. This voice can be either your ex husband or ex wife. Your choice. All you hear from this voice is nag nag nag. Now multiply that times 30. Now you hear the same voice nagging you and doing it in 30 different languages.
Another way to look at ADHD is 30 seperate wheels/gears turning in opposite directions from the others. Drives ya mad at the thought of it right? Well Now imagine Ben 10 years old now has been coeping with this since he was 6. He is a lot like me he finds humor in the days he forgets his medicine or the day the doctor is suppose to have the prescription written for him.
I must admit I called his doctor 3 days ago before he ran out. The doctors office called me five minutes ago to tell me his prescription had been written and i may come pick it up. This means that Ben hasnt had his Concerta this morning.
In long version it means that his teachers are going to be calling me today whining and complaining.
Incomes first call from his Science teacher. HI ANGELA (she says this in a very excited voice sounds shrill like Iolla on Mama's family.) Angela Ben isnt himself today.(i couldn't help but chuckle) No mam Ben is himself today. He is not himself when he is on medicine. So she continues to say oh my goodness. Tells me he is going to need his medicine for the up coming crct test.lol WELL DER~!
Jesus give that kid a pill he has an over active imagination, give billy a pill because he got out of his chair to go sharpen his pencil while the teacher was talking,give suzy a pill she picks at her finger nails to much. Teachers these days have no clue. OUR classes in school were much larger and had none of the whiney complaints teachers do these days. Then you act out you got wacked in the behind with a paddle no less than 3 times. Tended to adjust the atitudes. Now if you act out they have a form for it. If you do something deemed" not included in what I the teacher was taught was proper behavior from my text book of proper behavior" then you must need a pill to fix that.
My child is a wonderful little boy. Its not that he is hyper physically. It is he hyper mentally. When tested thru the psycatrist office we went thru for diagnoses i repeat what the psyc said to my face "There is nothing wrong with Ben. He is a extremely bright little boy with and active imagination. The teachers problem is the fact that Ben is a 184 iq'd and smarter than they are.
But we did find reason to believe he suffers slightly from adhd due to he does have a problem staying focused on one task." So he was placed on medicine for it. The first sign the school here has that he didnt have his medicine they began calling me. lol.
These phone calls are getting hilarious. I guess the tongue and cheek humor i use for my benifit to get back at these dingbat teachers is "Tell Ben his mom said to Go to his reflective happy place" LOL (inside joke between me and Ben) is the fact I get pleasure from knowing they are hyperventilating over a missed dose .Got to love my boy he is a great kid.
OK somewhere along the way to being a mother someone forgot to tell me about having boys. I fortunately have three of the most wonderful sons a mother could ask for. At times boys can be angels other times little hellions. They are pure entertainment. But when i had these children these angelic faced little boys someone forgot to tell me it required a life time supply of band aids and neosporin.
They don't get hurt to often but imagine if you will the following scenario. It's a quiet afternoon. Kids are outside playing football. Laughing and yelling breathlessly at each other about how the other is going to "kick their butt" in the game. An hr passes and these little guys are still playing. All of a sudden the door flies open in comes my 10 yr old panting and crying. I look around from the task of loading the dishwasher and here stands my handsome young son covered in sand ,gravel and his face was a bloody mess.
When asked what happened he first tells me he tripped over his foot. I proceed to cleaning up the blood mess of sand and gravel. Good thing i am a EMT i have all kinds of cool toys at the house for just such an emergency. I gather the supplies of syringe(for debriment) band aids, neosporin,and ice pack. I clean his face and began to seeing swelling.
I bandage and neosporin it up where i can get band aids(across the bridge of his nose). Then decide it might be best to take him to the Emergency room. his nose was fractured .This morning when i woke him up for school he looked like someone who had rhinoplasti surgery. This afternoon he looks better and said he got petted by his teachers for his booboo's.lol
They don't get hurt to often but imagine if you will the following scenario. It's a quiet afternoon. Kids are outside playing football. Laughing and yelling breathlessly at each other about how the other is going to "kick their butt" in the game. An hr passes and these little guys are still playing. All of a sudden the door flies open in comes my 10 yr old panting and crying. I look around from the task of loading the dishwasher and here stands my handsome young son covered in sand ,gravel and his face was a bloody mess.
When asked what happened he first tells me he tripped over his foot. I proceed to cleaning up the blood mess of sand and gravel. Good thing i am a EMT i have all kinds of cool toys at the house for just such an emergency. I gather the supplies of syringe(for debriment) band aids, neosporin,and ice pack. I clean his face and began to seeing swelling.
I bandage and neosporin it up where i can get band aids(across the bridge of his nose). Then decide it might be best to take him to the Emergency room. his nose was fractured .This morning when i woke him up for school he looked like someone who had rhinoplasti surgery. This afternoon he looks better and said he got petted by his teachers for his booboo's.lol
God made EMT's
God made EMT's
When the Lord made EMT's, he was into his sixth day of overtime when an angel appeared and said, "You're doing a lot of fiddling around on this one," And the Lord said, "Have you read the specs on this order?
An EMT has to be able to carry an injured person up a wet, grassy hill in the dark, dodge stray bullets to reach a dying child unarmed, enter homes a health inspector wouldn't touch, and not wrinkle their uniform."
"He has to be able to lift three times his own weight, crawl into wrecked cars with barely enough room to move, and console a grieving mother as he is doing CPR on a baby he knows will never breathe again."
"He has to be in top mental condition at all times, running on no sleep, black coffee, and half eaten meals. And he has to have six pairs of hands."The angel shook her head slowly and said, "Six pairs of hands....no way."
"It's not the hands that are causing me problems," said the Lord, "It's the three pairs of eyes an EMT has to have."
"That's on the standard model?" asked the angel.The Lord nodded. "One pair that sees open sores as he's drawing blood and asks the patient if they may be HIV positive," (When he already knows and wishes he'd taken that accounting job)
"Another pair here on the side of his head for is partner's safety. Another pair of eyes here in front that can look reassuringly at a bleeding victim and say 'You'll be all right ma'am' when he knows it isn't so."
"Lord," said the angel, touching his sleeve, "rest and work on this tomorrow."
"I can't," said the Lord, "I already have a model that can talk a 250 pound drunk out from behind a steering wheel without incident and feed a family of five on a private service paycheck.
"The angel circled the model of the paramedic very slowly, "Can it think?" she asked."You bet," said the Lord. "It can tell you the symptoms of 100 illnesses, recite drug calculations in its sleep; intubate, defibrillate, medicate, and continue CPR nonstop over terrain that any doctor would fear...and still it keeps its sense of humor."
"This EMT also has phenomenal control. He can deal with a multi-victim trauma, coax a frightened elderly person to unlock their door, comfort a murder victim's family, and then read in the daily paper how EMT's were unable to locate a house quickly enough, allowing a person to die. A house which had no street sign, no house numbers, no phone to call back.
"Finally, the angel bent over and ran her finger across the cheek of the EMT."There's a leak," she pronounced. "I told you that you were trying to put too much into this model."
"That's not a leak," said the Lord, "It's a tear." "What's the tear for?" asked the angel."It's for bottled-up emotions, for patients they tried in vain to save, for commitment to hope that they will make a difference in a person's chance to survive, for life."
"You're a genius," said the angel.The Lord looked somber, "I didn't put it there."–Author Unknown
When the Lord made EMT's, he was into his sixth day of overtime when an angel appeared and said, "You're doing a lot of fiddling around on this one," And the Lord said, "Have you read the specs on this order?
An EMT has to be able to carry an injured person up a wet, grassy hill in the dark, dodge stray bullets to reach a dying child unarmed, enter homes a health inspector wouldn't touch, and not wrinkle their uniform."
"He has to be able to lift three times his own weight, crawl into wrecked cars with barely enough room to move, and console a grieving mother as he is doing CPR on a baby he knows will never breathe again."
"He has to be in top mental condition at all times, running on no sleep, black coffee, and half eaten meals. And he has to have six pairs of hands."The angel shook her head slowly and said, "Six pairs of hands....no way."
"It's not the hands that are causing me problems," said the Lord, "It's the three pairs of eyes an EMT has to have."
"That's on the standard model?" asked the angel.The Lord nodded. "One pair that sees open sores as he's drawing blood and asks the patient if they may be HIV positive," (When he already knows and wishes he'd taken that accounting job)
"Another pair here on the side of his head for is partner's safety. Another pair of eyes here in front that can look reassuringly at a bleeding victim and say 'You'll be all right ma'am' when he knows it isn't so."
"Lord," said the angel, touching his sleeve, "rest and work on this tomorrow."
"I can't," said the Lord, "I already have a model that can talk a 250 pound drunk out from behind a steering wheel without incident and feed a family of five on a private service paycheck.
"The angel circled the model of the paramedic very slowly, "Can it think?" she asked."You bet," said the Lord. "It can tell you the symptoms of 100 illnesses, recite drug calculations in its sleep; intubate, defibrillate, medicate, and continue CPR nonstop over terrain that any doctor would fear...and still it keeps its sense of humor."
"This EMT also has phenomenal control. He can deal with a multi-victim trauma, coax a frightened elderly person to unlock their door, comfort a murder victim's family, and then read in the daily paper how EMT's were unable to locate a house quickly enough, allowing a person to die. A house which had no street sign, no house numbers, no phone to call back.
"Finally, the angel bent over and ran her finger across the cheek of the EMT."There's a leak," she pronounced. "I told you that you were trying to put too much into this model."
"That's not a leak," said the Lord, "It's a tear." "What's the tear for?" asked the angel."It's for bottled-up emotions, for patients they tried in vain to save, for commitment to hope that they will make a difference in a person's chance to survive, for life."
"You're a genius," said the angel.The Lord looked somber, "I didn't put it there."–Author Unknown
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