<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12410227</id><updated>2012-01-25T17:45:59.833-06:00</updated><title type='text'>caregiver2</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>grandma1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474448465253296860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H7xxJH-_Q1E/SnCaR2zK_qI/AAAAAAAAABw/5qjsphmftDc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>372</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12410227.post-6377268544967085607</id><published>2012-01-15T15:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T15:10:12.652-06:00</updated><title type='text'>January 15, 1963</title><content type='html'>Pueblo, Colorado it had snowed a couple of days ago.&amp;nbsp; So the roads were still icy with piles of snow on other side.&amp;nbsp; Weather still below zero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course that would be the time&amp;nbsp;for my little girl to be born.&amp;nbsp; After two boys well into school, a new addition was a surprise.&amp;nbsp; I was so please to have a little girl after the boys.&amp;nbsp; See was like dressing a little&amp;nbsp; doll. She had a aunt and grandmother that felt the same way so she was well supplied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She learn to sew at a very early age and loved every minute of it.&amp;nbsp; We shared making home coming dresses and&amp;nbsp;all of her&amp;nbsp;school clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; She developed a love of music early on and wanted a violin.&amp;nbsp; She was too little for a full size so she started on a 3/4 one.&amp;nbsp; Mom put the violin on a payment plan and she love it dearly.&amp;nbsp; She wanted a piano so Mom sold piano's out of the living room for a year for a piano.&amp;nbsp; That piano was her 16th Birthday present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She became a Christian early in life and loved going to Church the youth group and choir.&amp;nbsp; She served one summer as a youth camper worker, cleaning toilets and mopping floors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her education was just a fun place for her she was in the flag core.&amp;nbsp; Her first two years of college were just more fun time.&amp;nbsp; Altho she always had a partime job.&amp;nbsp; She was a office receptionists and cleaned offices after hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She&amp;nbsp;worked &amp;nbsp;in an offices and &amp;nbsp;one of her bosses offered to send her to school but she wasn't interested. She spent some time in a home health office and found an interest in respiratory therapy. &lt;br /&gt;Our junior college offered a course and she was accepted.&amp;nbsp; She found her love in new born ICU's and worked until her&amp;nbsp;illness forced her to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She found time to develop a keen interest in crafts and was a natural.&amp;nbsp; Rubber stamp clubs were fun, she belonged to two&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp; Her cards were beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She left us after a battle with ovarian cancer on December 17, 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter my closes friend&amp;nbsp; Happy almost 49 Birthday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12410227-6377268544967085607?l=caregiver2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/feeds/6377268544967085607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12410227&amp;postID=6377268544967085607&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/6377268544967085607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/6377268544967085607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/2012/01/january-15-1963.html' title='January 15, 1963'/><author><name>grandma1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474448465253296860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H7xxJH-_Q1E/SnCaR2zK_qI/AAAAAAAAABw/5qjsphmftDc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12410227.post-7956804151024575228</id><published>2012-01-06T16:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T16:32:37.608-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year 2012</title><content type='html'>I never thought I would live this long, but here I am&lt;br /&gt;I will try to&amp;nbsp; post more often this year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just returned from Oklahoma.&amp;nbsp; Pretty land and cities.&amp;nbsp; Norman is very pretty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am convinced that 4 generations should not live in one house.&amp;nbsp; Number one sons house is a large one by standards but 4 generations really filled it up.&amp;nbsp; I had so much fun watching the 2 year olds play.&amp;nbsp; We now buy cardboard boxes that look like space ships.&amp;nbsp; The boys ate it up.&amp;nbsp; They were so active during the day.&amp;nbsp; That when bed time came again it was good to see them go.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then played Scrabble until midnight.&amp;nbsp; That was fun but the 5:30 arise of hedgehog and tails was a but hard to take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved the 4 generations.&amp;nbsp; The trip over was awful to have to go to Houston to go to OKC is stupid.&amp;nbsp; The trip home was very&amp;nbsp; uneventful.&amp;nbsp; Son was troubled that my change of ticket didn't go through but everything was fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now gearing up for the legislative session.&amp;nbsp; Our education retirement and insurance is on the chopping block.&amp;nbsp; I am behind in getting the other organizations behind me but I am surging ahead.&amp;nbsp; I just hope I have the strength to carry the good fight.old's&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12410227-7956804151024575228?l=caregiver2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/feeds/7956804151024575228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12410227&amp;postID=7956804151024575228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/7956804151024575228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/7956804151024575228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-year-2012.html' title='New Year 2012'/><author><name>grandma1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474448465253296860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H7xxJH-_Q1E/SnCaR2zK_qI/AAAAAAAAABw/5qjsphmftDc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12410227.post-6519653338009360645</id><published>2011-11-23T08:58:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T09:52:38.602-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer 2011</title><content type='html'>I have prayed and thought long and hard about how to finish blogging about my summer with Sweet pea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She felt like her Father was punishing her making her to stay away from her friends for the summer.I aloud ed her my cell phone so she was in constant, I mean every moment in touch with them.&amp;nbsp; To the extent that some of her friends parents complained about the constant, calling or texting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melissa was so exited about her coming she was sure they would be best friends while she was here.&lt;br /&gt;Sweetpea immediately pushed her away and was rude and hurtful to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn't want me to say any thing, like do you remember living in the apartments here and going swimming.&amp;nbsp; I tried very hard not to mention things then that would remind her of her Mother.&lt;br /&gt;But I guess I was the biggest reminder of all.&amp;nbsp; She tried to put someone between the two of us all the time.&amp;nbsp; Unfortunately I had a friend who was mooching off of me, because she had lost her job.&amp;nbsp; This friend was only to glad to be around all the time and do this so she could get most of her meals and any fun things I had planned for Sweetpea with her included.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things at my son's house were escalating to the boiling point and unfortunately I got in the middle of them.&amp;nbsp;( I am too protective of my grandson that I have been so close to).&amp;nbsp; Sweetpea was a spectator at the melt down and took the side of what she preseved as the underdog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweetpea wanted to separate herself from everything in her past that was hurtful to the inclusive of wanting to change her name.&amp;nbsp; She thought this would make all the hurtful past go away.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately I got my feelings hurt because I was expecting the sweet little girl.&amp;nbsp; I helped raise for most of her life.&amp;nbsp; Just my presence reminded her of her Mother and the past.&amp;nbsp; She responded by shutting me out and we were at a stand still. Every time I would get close to her she would run to either my supposedly friend or the underdog at my son's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My supposedly friend was only to willing to stand between us.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12410227-6519653338009360645?l=caregiver2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/feeds/6519653338009360645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12410227&amp;postID=6519653338009360645&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/6519653338009360645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/6519653338009360645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/2011/11/summer-2011.html' title='Summer 2011'/><author><name>grandma1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474448465253296860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H7xxJH-_Q1E/SnCaR2zK_qI/AAAAAAAAABw/5qjsphmftDc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12410227.post-5797187976783921675</id><published>2011-11-07T12:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T09:52:57.144-06:00</updated><title type='text'>July 17  to finish Sweetpea's Visit</title><content type='html'>July 17 was my turn to furnish snacks at Church Sweetpea and I arrived early and carried many bundles into the fellowship hall.&amp;nbsp; I put coffee on while Sweetpea went to Church.&amp;nbsp; This is a big job and really too much for one person to do.&amp;nbsp; I decided I wouldn't volunteer again until they&amp;nbsp;did something about the way we have to prepare and serve coffee and hot water. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Harvey helped me empty the big pots I can't handle them by myself.&amp;nbsp; We went to brunch with him.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;His X-wife has taken his car away from him.&amp;nbsp; He has some dementia problems. He lives on my way to Church and is in my SS class, so I volunteer to pick him up and take him home.&amp;nbsp; If I&amp;nbsp;take him home after SS that is 10:30 and he has the rest of the day&amp;nbsp;by himself.&amp;nbsp; He likes to go to Brunch and I don't mind going.&amp;nbsp; I spend the rest of the day by myself also.&amp;nbsp; This man is no dummy he use to be a personnel recruiter for Sandia Labs, but he is older and lives alone.&amp;nbsp; He forget to change his clothes as often as he should.&amp;nbsp; I believe this is the lest of his problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweetpea was very rude to him during brunch.&amp;nbsp; So he could have smelt better but that was no reason to be rude.&amp;nbsp; Our relationship has been very strained during this visit.&amp;nbsp; I finally realize that every time I pinned her down to get her to talk to me she ran to my friend..&amp;nbsp; The interference that&amp;nbsp;friend caused was beining to bubble over.&amp;nbsp; She tried to get her to not help with VBS.&amp;nbsp; She didn't like her going to Church with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweetpea helped with crafts at VBS all week.&amp;nbsp; I had very good reports about&amp;nbsp; her actions during the week.&amp;nbsp; She was still not talking to me.&amp;nbsp; Every time I would break though and she was getting close,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; my&amp;nbsp;friend would interfere.&amp;nbsp; Friday was the breaking point.&amp;nbsp; I picked her up from VBS and she had a sack full of things they had made.&amp;nbsp; I ask about them and got no response.&amp;nbsp; I ask if she would like to go for Pizza as we needed to go shopping.&amp;nbsp; She answered that she was tired and wanted to go home.&amp;nbsp; I took her home and went to the store for a few things we had to have.&amp;nbsp; When I returned&amp;nbsp;my friend&amp;nbsp;was their again expecting me to feed her along with Sweetpea.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweetpea would talk to her and not me.&amp;nbsp; I ask my friend to leave and she was&amp;nbsp; arguing that she was needed.&amp;nbsp; Sweetpea wanted to leave with her and I told her if she left with&amp;nbsp;my friend&amp;nbsp;she could not come back.&amp;nbsp; Of course&amp;nbsp;my friend&amp;nbsp;didn't want her so she contacted Dad to get her home of course&amp;nbsp; that was what Sweetpea wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This&amp;nbsp; was&amp;nbsp;unfortunatly a very harsh statement but I was very hurt this point and was lashing back in a very hurtful way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12410227-5797187976783921675?l=caregiver2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/feeds/5797187976783921675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12410227&amp;postID=5797187976783921675&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/5797187976783921675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/5797187976783921675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/2011/11/july-17-to-finish-sweetpeas-visit.html' title='July 17  to finish Sweetpea&apos;s Visit'/><author><name>grandma1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474448465253296860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H7xxJH-_Q1E/SnCaR2zK_qI/AAAAAAAAABw/5qjsphmftDc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12410227.post-7297457626284808951</id><published>2011-10-11T22:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T22:28:20.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'>July 10, 2011</title><content type='html'>Sweetpea and I went to&amp;nbsp;church afterwards we &amp;nbsp;rushed down to Monroe's for lunch with Uncle Mark and friend.&amp;nbsp; We spent a great afternoon at the aquarium&amp;nbsp; watching all the fish and visiting the gift shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweetpea has had my phone and keeps in constant contact with all her friends in New Bern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 12 we spent the morning at the mall and the afternoon at tumbling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 15 Sweetpea, Shari, Candy and I took the early morning Rail Runner to Santa Fe.&amp;nbsp; We visited the Cathedral, the chapel with the magic stairs.&amp;nbsp; We had lunch at the La Fonda and spent the afternoon shopping.&amp;nbsp; The afternoon Rail Runner full of noisy kids was a long trip home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12410227-7297457626284808951?l=caregiver2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/feeds/7297457626284808951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12410227&amp;postID=7297457626284808951&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/7297457626284808951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/7297457626284808951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/2011/10/july-10-2011.html' title='July 10, 2011'/><author><name>grandma1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474448465253296860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H7xxJH-_Q1E/SnCaR2zK_qI/AAAAAAAAABw/5qjsphmftDc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12410227.post-5164201134201189454</id><published>2011-10-09T22:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T22:34:44.694-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday June 26th</title><content type='html'>Continuing with the summer.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found another great buy at Good Will.&amp;nbsp; A Singer sewing machine a dress maker head&amp;nbsp;model.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I bought it.&amp;nbsp; Sweetpea was excited and wanted to learn so sew.&amp;nbsp; I got excited that someone wanted me to teach them.&amp;nbsp; We went shopping and bought all kinds of fabric and a pattern for Sweetpea to make for Abby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday 27th of June was spent cutting out fabric and sewing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29th Sweetpea at Uncle Pat's I had a MRI and a Retiree's meeting.&amp;nbsp; Sweetpea loved to play with Abby.&amp;nbsp; She acts like she has a real live doll to play with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30th&amp;nbsp; we had lunch with my friend Candy and I took Sweetpea across town to tumbling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th of July we drove all over far west mesa trying to find a place to watch the fireworks.&amp;nbsp; We finally settled for the grass in front of Restaurant on Nine Mile Hill.&amp;nbsp; Watched fireworks and had a late night dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th of July Sweetpea and I both left street address and phone number at home.&amp;nbsp; We drove for hours looking for tumbling.&amp;nbsp; I was sure I could find it but I didn't.&amp;nbsp; Come to find out we drove by it several times.&amp;nbsp;We couldn't see it from the main road.&amp;nbsp; Sweetpea missed tumbling and was not a happy camper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7th of July we took directions address and phone number and found the place for Stunt Class.&amp;nbsp; We raced across town to Shari's belly dancing class.&amp;nbsp; We had permission to watch and Sweetpea was fascinated.&amp;nbsp; I fell on the way in and Sweetpea and Shari took off and didn't look back to see me fall.&amp;nbsp; I was miserable all&amp;nbsp;during&amp;nbsp; class.&amp;nbsp; Everyone was disappointed that I couldn't go on to dinner.&amp;nbsp; I had to come home and collapse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9th of July took Sweetpea to a Stamp it up class across town.&amp;nbsp; She was the youngest in a table of 6 women.&amp;nbsp; The instructor sat her next to her so&amp;nbsp;the instructor&amp;nbsp;could help her with a rather complicated card project.&amp;nbsp; It didn't take the instruction 10 minutes to find out Sweetpea's abilities and have her helping the rest of us to make our cards.&amp;nbsp; The ladies speculated after class at how old Sweetpea was. The youngest they guessed was high school.&amp;nbsp; Crafts are and will be a breeze for her and should be encouraged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More log at a later date.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12410227-5164201134201189454?l=caregiver2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/feeds/5164201134201189454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12410227&amp;postID=5164201134201189454&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/5164201134201189454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/5164201134201189454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/2011/10/sunday-june-26th.html' title='Sunday June 26th'/><author><name>grandma1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474448465253296860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H7xxJH-_Q1E/SnCaR2zK_qI/AAAAAAAAABw/5qjsphmftDc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12410227.post-8005747325302769095</id><published>2011-10-09T21:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T21:56:02.173-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Suprising Sunday</title><content type='html'>I had a couple of things happen today that were most unexpected. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was reading before I got up this morning.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Hubby laid this arm around my shoulders.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Hubby never does&amp;nbsp;anything but touch me, once in awhile. I went off to 8:00AM&amp;nbsp; service with the sky full of balloons( that Hubby loved) with a very warm feeling.&amp;nbsp; I had just stepped in the kitchen door&amp;nbsp;( with my salad for the pot luck today) when there on the floor was a penny.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; My Penni sends them to me in the most unexpected places and times.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I don't know why them both chose today to send me messages of love, but the messages were received and very much appreciated.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12410227-8005747325302769095?l=caregiver2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/feeds/8005747325302769095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12410227&amp;postID=8005747325302769095&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/8005747325302769095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/8005747325302769095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/2011/10/suprising-sunday.html' title='Suprising Sunday'/><author><name>grandma1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474448465253296860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H7xxJH-_Q1E/SnCaR2zK_qI/AAAAAAAAABw/5qjsphmftDc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12410227.post-7738270225531230672</id><published>2011-10-08T21:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T21:51:56.895-05:00</updated><title type='text'>catching up on Summer</title><content type='html'>I have been unable to publish anything on my blog until recently.&amp;nbsp; I am going to try and catch up on what I would have been publishing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 21, 2011 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot and humid day in Albuquerque, but a special day I had all my December 30th birthdayer's together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Birthday picnic was planned including a cake will all the names Bruce&amp;nbsp; will be 60 (son) Eddie&amp;nbsp; will be 30 (gran son)&amp;nbsp;and Michelle (gran daughter)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;will be 12.&amp;nbsp; It was such a rare treat to have all of them together.&amp;nbsp; We had two tables at the neighborhood park, with 2&amp;nbsp;great grans&amp;nbsp; in attendance they&amp;nbsp;got to play on the slides and money bars.&amp;nbsp; Michelle helped and even get Abby to crawl through the tunnel on top of the slide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed drinking lemonade and melting until the clown on the cake melted, that was too much.&amp;nbsp; Most of us when down the street to my little house to cool off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think hubby would&amp;nbsp; have been&amp;nbsp;very pleased and happy for our family to have expanded to include the 12 that were present.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12410227-7738270225531230672?l=caregiver2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/feeds/7738270225531230672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12410227&amp;postID=7738270225531230672&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/7738270225531230672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/7738270225531230672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/2011/10/catching-up-on-summer.html' title='catching up on Summer'/><author><name>grandma1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474448465253296860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H7xxJH-_Q1E/SnCaR2zK_qI/AAAAAAAAABw/5qjsphmftDc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12410227.post-3288248016680202562</id><published>2011-09-06T21:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T22:00:01.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Trying to post &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12410227-3288248016680202562?l=caregiver2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/feeds/3288248016680202562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12410227&amp;postID=3288248016680202562&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/3288248016680202562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/3288248016680202562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/2011/09/trying-to-post.html' title=''/><author><name>grandma1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474448465253296860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H7xxJH-_Q1E/SnCaR2zK_qI/AAAAAAAAABw/5qjsphmftDc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12410227.post-906611727088052583</id><published>2011-06-15T11:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T12:08:15.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Time</title><content type='html'>Sweetpea and her Dad are here. We went to Glorieta yesterday. We spent some time in the Prayer Garden. Non of us could feel Penni's presence. We all saw butterflies at different times. Of course she is not there but I feel we were acknowledged by the butterflies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the B&amp;B of Joe and Annie's,she so grasiously fed us lunch. It is so beautiful hubby would have loved to see it completed. He so loved to watch it go up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number two son and family is planning my belated Birthday Party today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12410227-906611727088052583?l=caregiver2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/feeds/906611727088052583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12410227&amp;postID=906611727088052583&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/906611727088052583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/906611727088052583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/2011/06/family-time.html' title='Family Time'/><author><name>grandma1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474448465253296860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H7xxJH-_Q1E/SnCaR2zK_qI/AAAAAAAAABw/5qjsphmftDc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12410227.post-83090108455322835</id><published>2011-05-01T16:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T17:16:38.787-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trouble with IRS</title><content type='html'>Maybe I should title this trouble with H and R Block software. Or Just no matter how old you get, you can still do something stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using daughter-in-laws software for H &amp; R Block for taxes. First clue don't use a program you are not familiar with. Smart me I thought I could just go step by step and everything would be fine. NO NO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I filed the federal, not feeling comfortable with the results. I had a return of $876.00. I thought that was fine. I had a lot of medical expenses as well as property tax and mortgage interest. Last year, I paid a couple of hundred dollars to federal. State last year was big, as I hadn't had any taken out. This year I had withholding taken out for state. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I filed the federal to get the monies back to pay the state which was $133.00. I didn't file the state until just before the 17th. So, I could use the federal return monies to pay the state. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;State came back and said I owed a lot more money. So I went and got a Turbo Tax and redid both federal and state. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make a long story as short as possible I owe federal $708.00. I need to return the $876.00 plus pay additional $708.00. Are you adding that is $1,584.00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the advice of number one son. I went to the local IRS office and tried talking to a tax adviser. She told him her computer did't recognize that I had ever filed a return and she couldn't help me until I filed a return. I tried to explain the problem to her. Her reply was that 700 from 800 was 100 and I only owed 100 dollars. I should have had her put that in writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home and cried on the shoulder of a friend, that use to do payroll for APS. She is smart, she had some one else do her taxes. They are more complicated than mine. She suggested that I get a book and forms and do the taxes my self. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I down load 197 pages of  tax information and the forms to fill out. I came out with the same figures as Turbo Tax. Information I downloaded told me local office had HAD to help me with the problem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to local office and luck  was with me, I got a different adviser. A very nice Navaho ,middle aged, lady which took her lunch hour to help me fill out an amended return. I just needed to come home put my figures in form on line and print it out to send in. Along with an agreement to pay it off monthly, over the next year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only problem I can't print. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a visit to the retirement office and increased my federal withholding $175.00 and my state $30.00. That with the monies to pay back I am short $300.00 a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thought I would post my sad story.  Maybe I can lay this to rest now.  Doesn't mean I can't do something stupid again, but I hope not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12410227-83090108455322835?l=caregiver2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/feeds/83090108455322835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12410227&amp;postID=83090108455322835&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/83090108455322835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/83090108455322835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/2011/05/trouble-with-irs.html' title='Trouble with IRS'/><author><name>grandma1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474448465253296860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H7xxJH-_Q1E/SnCaR2zK_qI/AAAAAAAAABw/5qjsphmftDc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12410227.post-5930799217288313046</id><published>2011-05-01T16:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T16:20:37.565-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New post</title><content type='html'>The last two posts went to an old bog.  I had set up for sweetpea ages ago, about her cats.  I haven't figured out how to transfer them to this blog.  So I will just start over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number one son was here over night, while he was taking his daugther's car to her.  We enjoyed him very much.  The stay was much too short but I am hoping for more later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facebook tells me son-in-law and his new wife are back together.  They seemed very happy in the pictures they posted.  I'm am relieved that sweetpea is not sad, as she was in her last picture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am back in the political stuff for the state. I am not sure how I am feeling about that.  I quess  physically I am up for doing this, but do I want to spend the time.  I am getting selfish with my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather is terrible windy and cold.  I am ready for spring we were given a preview of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close friend was just fired for a really stupid reason.  Sounds like age discrimintation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I installed windows 7 and now I don't have a printer and can't find a driver on the internet.  I am going to take it back to my computer guy and let him find it for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12410227-5930799217288313046?l=caregiver2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/feeds/5930799217288313046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12410227&amp;postID=5930799217288313046&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/5930799217288313046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/5930799217288313046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/2011/05/new-post.html' title='New post'/><author><name>grandma1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474448465253296860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H7xxJH-_Q1E/SnCaR2zK_qI/AAAAAAAAABw/5qjsphmftDc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12410227.post-5319637927100528661</id><published>2011-02-17T21:42:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T21:57:41.576-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Shades of the Past</title><content type='html'>Yesterday a friend of 30 years and I were traveling down Lomas past the cross street where we use to live. She remarked "It is the same color that it use to be."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly after we bought the house on Hermosa hubby decided to paint the out side. It had been white many, many year before and needed something. Second son was working as stock er and all around flunky at Skaggs Drug down the street. We purchased many gallons of paint with his employee discount. Hubby bought several big fluffy rollers and he and the boys proceeded with the big, big job. Well boys the house still looks pretty good but daddy's yard and everything are all long dead. Only the cactus are thriving. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But painting always reminds me that both boys would paint when Mom decided something needed to be painted but just don't put both of the boys in the same room to paint that would start a battle royal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way my kitchen cabinets need to be painted any takers?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12410227-5319637927100528661?l=caregiver2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/feeds/5319637927100528661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12410227&amp;postID=5319637927100528661&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/5319637927100528661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/5319637927100528661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/2011/02/shades-of-past.html' title='Shades of the Past'/><author><name>grandma1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474448465253296860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H7xxJH-_Q1E/SnCaR2zK_qI/AAAAAAAAABw/5qjsphmftDc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12410227.post-3113218849113611781</id><published>2011-02-09T15:59:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T16:45:01.838-06:00</updated><title type='text'>House Churchs</title><content type='html'>When hubby and I returned to Colorado from California. We were contacted by Missionaries of the Home Mission Board. They ask us if we would help form a Spanish Mission. Hubby was Ordained 1956, while we were in California and he was going to College. This was my first experience with a Home Church. The missionaries were  a couple with a little boy, about the age of our two. They held the church services in there home. There son had chicken pox and our house was commandeered for services. This was during 1957 or 8 when there was still a big push on for new churches. Our boys learned to sing Jesus Loves me in Spanish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it became evident 1996 or 97 that Fundamentalist had taken over all of our local churches. A young man contacted us and ask for help forming a moderate church. Our home was again commandeered for services. I look back at that time as good one for our family. The pastor's family had so many problems it was impossible to continue the Church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now son is involved again in a House Church and I am looking once again at House Churches. All Churches were started in Biblical times in homes. It is amazing to me that once again people that hold on to Biblical beliefs and principles are having to resort to House Churches.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12410227-3113218849113611781?l=caregiver2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/feeds/3113218849113611781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12410227&amp;postID=3113218849113611781&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/3113218849113611781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/3113218849113611781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/2011/02/house-churchs.html' title='House Churchs'/><author><name>grandma1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474448465253296860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H7xxJH-_Q1E/SnCaR2zK_qI/AAAAAAAAABw/5qjsphmftDc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12410227.post-6233774032073850949</id><published>2011-01-25T12:28:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T13:34:21.673-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What If</title><content type='html'>On the way to Church Sunday a Sunday School bus passed me. I begin to wonder what if.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if, a Nazarene Church in Pueblo, Colorado had not had the vision of a church bus? Hubby would never have receive a elementary taste of Jesus. His home was a good home but religion was not important. No one there would have been concerned about his knowledge of Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He repaid that Church many times over by working in the Bus Ministry at First Baptist Albuquerque.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandmother was interested in reading the Bible little else in our household. Daily paper which I am sure she was not interested in. I slept with her so we spent a lot of time together. She taught me the Lord's Prayer when I was so small I don't remember not knowing it. My parent were both Christan and Baptist. They didn't fit in to the First Baptist in Pueblo so they stopped going. A smaller Baptist Church was convenient to sent me to. When I was too little to walk they took me and picked me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my Great Aunt and Uncle moved to town and started going to the same church. I stayed for church. One Easter Sunday my mother who didn't usually go to church with me, went to church with me and my girl friend. I had been asking about going forward at the end of the service and on that Sunday my mother ask me if I wanted to go forward. So Margie and I both went forward and were Baptised that evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Hubby ask me to marry him I told him I had some idea's, he may not agree with. I wanted us both to go to Church not just send our kids like we were sent. I also wanted to say grace at meals. Hubby which was home from the Marines said that sounded OK to him. He didn't like being sent to Church either. After I agreed to marry him, he went back to the Marine Base located at Barstow,California. He joined the local Baptist Church. He was Baptized after we were married. The church was in a Quonset hut. He was Baptized in a stock tank in the Quonset hut, winter time cold, cold. We started going to classes on Sunday night to learn what it meant to be a Baptist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all of our children are Christian oldest son in Ministry. Daughter held on to her faith until her last breath. Second son is a good preacher but he doesn't preach often. All of our grand children but one have made professions of faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What If is a big question. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am praying hard for the Lord to send someone to witness to the littlest one. I could use some help praying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12410227-6233774032073850949?l=caregiver2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/feeds/6233774032073850949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12410227&amp;postID=6233774032073850949&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/6233774032073850949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/6233774032073850949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/2011/01/what-if.html' title='What If'/><author><name>grandma1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474448465253296860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H7xxJH-_Q1E/SnCaR2zK_qI/AAAAAAAAABw/5qjsphmftDc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12410227.post-8032505445060220318</id><published>2011-01-01T21:34:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T21:52:15.705-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year 2011</title><content type='html'>Hurray!!! I received a post other than from my son. I sometimes think no one is out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a very pleasant new years eve. I was at son's house playing a game. One I remember playing with him many years ago. The game's date was 1984 son said I was living on Hermosa, when we played the game. Oh yes, the name of the game was Bible Trivia. I do remember he beat the sox off of us and I was disappointed how little I knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three and a half hours of snacks and soda's. Four of us and I won. Can I crow a little bit. Son and I were neck and neck but I edged him out. Some of the questions were so simple. The rest of them were very difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son just said I had many more years of study than the rest of them. Son had 4 years at Wayland and one at Southwest. His years of study, were lots of years ago. I have to excuse him on that account but the winning was sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone has a great New Year. 1 01 2011 or 1/1/2011 or 1/1/11 has to be a good new year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12410227-8032505445060220318?l=caregiver2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/feeds/8032505445060220318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12410227&amp;postID=8032505445060220318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/8032505445060220318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/8032505445060220318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-year-2011.html' title='New Year 2011'/><author><name>grandma1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474448465253296860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H7xxJH-_Q1E/SnCaR2zK_qI/AAAAAAAAABw/5qjsphmftDc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12410227.post-5654244965439877848</id><published>2010-12-23T22:55:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T00:00:25.481-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cave Towers --Cedar Mesa Utah</title><content type='html'>About 60 years ago the Reader's Digest published an article about ancient, square, stone towers. The Anasazi built these supposably for defense. They showed signs of a fire. They found a lot of arrow points. Archaeologist seemed to think a battle took place and the people that survived left the area. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sixty years  ago my sister and I  spent an evening eating buttered crackers, and drinking tea.  We were reading the article about the stone towers. We wondered where the stone towers were and what happened to the defenders of the towers. This was a memory very firmly etched in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened my Archaeology magazine today and found a small article. Talking about Cave Towers also called Mule Canyon Towers.  These are  along the mesa tops of the Utah/Colorado border.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This ruin is not high on the list of developed sites. The site is very fragile and visitors are not encouraged.  The archaelogist still haven't discovered the answers to my questions of 60 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mystery continues and small articles 60 years or so apart still keeps my interest in the stone towers.  I know where they are and that it wasn't my imagination that they do exist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times in the past I have often thought that it was my imagination that the stone towers existed. Now I know that they do exist. TTFN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12410227-5654244965439877848?l=caregiver2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/feeds/5654244965439877848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12410227&amp;postID=5654244965439877848&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/5654244965439877848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/5654244965439877848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/2010/12/cave-towers-cedar-mesa-utah.html' title='Cave Towers --Cedar Mesa Utah'/><author><name>grandma1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474448465253296860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H7xxJH-_Q1E/SnCaR2zK_qI/AAAAAAAAABw/5qjsphmftDc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12410227.post-2922860139774824850</id><published>2010-12-13T12:41:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T13:09:44.921-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Music 1950</title><content type='html'>New Mexico is sunny and warm this year for December. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first year I was married 1950 sunny southern California. I was certainly not feeling like Christmas. (I was use to the hussel and bussel of the music store. With Christmas song being played on the outside speakers so all the bus transfer people would it enjoy it. That also made them come in and buy the latest Christmas records.) The radio in the car was playing Christmas music, hubby and I were singing along. It began to feel like Christmas. We bought a puppy for our Christmas present darling red cock er. Unfortunately she had worms and didn't live too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandson found some old Christmas cassettes in among the Christmas stuff. Tennessee Ernie Ford's album. Brings back memories of driving to Long Beach to a barn dance and seeing him. It was way before he was popular,- but what a thrill. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas treat for the Marine base was Bob Hope. I was allowed to attend with hubby we were on the first row of bleachers. Hubby had his feet strung out in front of him they were just seating people behind us. No one should have been walking up the aisle. Someone stumbled over his feet and almost fell we did know who it was until he went up on the stage. Hubby's claim to fame Hope Bob fell over his feet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are playing Christmas music at home now but I do miss the Four Freshman album that we played so much on the record changer in Colorado.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12410227-2922860139774824850?l=caregiver2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/feeds/2922860139774824850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12410227&amp;postID=2922860139774824850&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/2922860139774824850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/2922860139774824850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-music-1950.html' title='Christmas Music 1950'/><author><name>grandma1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474448465253296860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H7xxJH-_Q1E/SnCaR2zK_qI/AAAAAAAAABw/5qjsphmftDc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12410227.post-4067277068370215337</id><published>2010-12-04T16:46:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T17:00:29.479-06:00</updated><title type='text'>RELIEVING THE PAST</title><content type='html'>My friend Shari tells me I live too much in the past.  We were talking about decorating for Christmas.  I would rather talk about what I did in the past to think about now.  I feel like it is rather useless for me to decorate for just me. I can't see that that is living in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son's blog showed someone from India wanting to read his blog on Penni's Story.  I turned to it and it was  clip from Dallas Morning News.  It was one I seemed to have missed.  Of course I read and cried all the way through it.  So much was sweetpea's reaction to what was going on and she even told the counselor about her grandpa and how much she missed him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so hope sweetpea can be the bubbly happy little one she was then.  Penni would have wanted it that way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12410227-4067277068370215337?l=caregiver2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/feeds/4067277068370215337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12410227&amp;postID=4067277068370215337&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/4067277068370215337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/4067277068370215337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/2010/12/relieving-past.html' title='RELIEVING THE PAST'/><author><name>grandma1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474448465253296860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H7xxJH-_Q1E/SnCaR2zK_qI/AAAAAAAAABw/5qjsphmftDc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12410227.post-3645690156134500563</id><published>2010-11-14T19:59:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T20:22:06.495-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Free again, Free again</title><content type='html'>I visited my heart doctor this week. He seemed to think I am doing better. He also told me I could stop using oxygen. I haven't talk to my lung doctor yet. I have been doing without since last Wednesday. I bought a gage to see how my lung oxygen level was.   My level has only been really low once Heart doctor told me getting short of breath just encouraged me to make my lungs work harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I have been set free. Dragging that oxygen around was so debilitating life was not worth living. I am not sure anyone can talk me into using that again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grand daughter has been staying with me this week. She needed to get out of her house for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had another girls day out. We all went to a craft fair they had 150 booths. It took us 3 hours to get through everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12410227-3645690156134500563?l=caregiver2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/feeds/3645690156134500563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12410227&amp;postID=3645690156134500563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/3645690156134500563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/3645690156134500563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/2010/11/free-again-free-again.html' title='Free again, Free again'/><author><name>grandma1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474448465253296860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H7xxJH-_Q1E/SnCaR2zK_qI/AAAAAAAAABw/5qjsphmftDc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12410227.post-7246608270613675916</id><published>2010-10-24T15:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T16:21:42.221-05:00</updated><title type='text'>INDIAN SUMMER</title><content type='html'>Cottonwood trees turning gold, yellow and red of others. Sunshine filtering through the leaves and the last days of summer. My favorite time of the year. Hubby and I had announced our intentions of getting married. Daddy with his new 16mm movie camera had to record this time for posterity at Mother's urging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mineral Palace park and its beautiful grounds, was chosen as a back ground for the occasion. Blocks of stone rock walls and walks courtesy of the great depressions public works. Roses, calla lilles, mums, goldenrod and lots of others. Hubby in is green Marine Corp uniform. I in the latest fashion the Gibbon Girl look, long skirts and blouses with billowing sleeves. Hubby and I strolling through the gardens was the theme of the pictures our engagement the subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandmother took advantage of the sunny day outing and came along for the ride. Daddy took lots of pictures of hubby and I strolling through the gardens, he also took pictures of Mother and Grandma. It was a glorious sunshiny day with all the days of our life ahead of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today would have been our "Sixth" Wedding Anniversary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12410227-7246608270613675916?l=caregiver2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/feeds/7246608270613675916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12410227&amp;postID=7246608270613675916&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/7246608270613675916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/7246608270613675916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/2010/10/indian-summer.html' title='INDIAN SUMMER'/><author><name>grandma1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474448465253296860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H7xxJH-_Q1E/SnCaR2zK_qI/AAAAAAAAABw/5qjsphmftDc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12410227.post-1616309550898016752</id><published>2010-10-18T13:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T14:15:00.712-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hurt for my Sons</title><content type='html'>I have been a turtle with my head in the sand for awhile. Sometimes I just need to hid from the world. Reading my sons blogs today I can't help hurting for them. One retiring early. Escaping a school district that has forgotten its purpose of teaching. Letting a teacher teach instead of teaching to a test that means nothing. Hubby could have never survived in this kind of system. He is searching now for something to of with the rest of his life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know how that feels I went through that myself and I didn't do too well. I got sidetracked before I could find out what to do. I spent those years as a caregiver and time has passed me by. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oldest son his blog is like reading a epitaph. He spent the first part of his life training to be a professor. He was a victim of greed not his but a few men who saw money and how they could get it. Then there need to control the masses, politics and change our country. Greed took over and bankrupted our country. But back to those first greedy ones, now they want to control our country. It looks like they are going to succeed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hurt for my sons that this time of there lives should have been more rewarding. They both have good kids and grandkids but they should have more satisfaction in their professional life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12410227-1616309550898016752?l=caregiver2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/feeds/1616309550898016752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12410227&amp;postID=1616309550898016752&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/1616309550898016752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/1616309550898016752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-hurt-for-my-sons.html' title='I Hurt for my Sons'/><author><name>grandma1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474448465253296860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H7xxJH-_Q1E/SnCaR2zK_qI/AAAAAAAAABw/5qjsphmftDc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12410227.post-509803763295074649</id><published>2010-10-09T10:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T11:14:44.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Post</title><content type='html'>I haven't had anything to talk about. But reading every one's blog and facebook today has been very interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monica has postings on her facebook about the plastic in the Pacific Ocean it make you want to bury every piece of plastic you can find. It says it will take forever for it to disappear. A plastic patch twice the size of Texas is now in the  Pacific ocean and the pieces are so small they can't be retrieved. What are we doing to our planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat has a good posting about our election going on. I tried a few years ago to get him involved in politics but it was a bad time and I wasn't around to push him. He has some good ideas about what needs to be done locally and nationally right now. I am going to try and get him involved with a couple of retirees groups and see if he has time to try politics. Momma thinks he would be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat went to lunch with me to meet Diane thursday. We didn't get to talk to Diane Dinish and all of my contacts are long gone. I will have to try and get some new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been slowed down with having to drag oxygen with me everywhere. Other people seem to do it without any trouble. I just have to try and figure it out for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A helicopter is circling around and around my house. I hope they aren't looking for someone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12410227-509803763295074649?l=caregiver2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/feeds/509803763295074649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12410227&amp;postID=509803763295074649&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/509803763295074649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/509803763295074649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/2010/10/new-post.html' title='New Post'/><author><name>grandma1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474448465253296860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H7xxJH-_Q1E/SnCaR2zK_qI/AAAAAAAAABw/5qjsphmftDc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12410227.post-4861357972996391502</id><published>2010-09-10T11:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T12:26:50.537-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Deja vu</title><content type='html'>I have only experienced this feeling twice that was so strong that it is imprinted in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand the philosophy of previous lives. It might be something to explore sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was about 9 years old I had two experiences that were explained to me as deja vu. The summer of 1941 my family took a vacation to several places and visited family along the way. I had measles the first week of the trip. The highlight of the trip was several days in New Orleans. My father hired a guide to drive our car with all the family aboard a neat trick as our family consisted of my parents, my material grandmother, my sister and I. We were crammed into a 1941 Plymouth green sedan. I was small enough to sit on someones lap. This would never be allow today. He drove us all over city of New Orleans. I remember the St Lewis Cathedral we had a tour inside. First time I had been in a Catholic church I was fascinated. We walked along some streets and could looked into tropical courtyards. How I thought that would be terrific to live in a place like that. I loved the sweet treat of pralines. We went to visit one of the homes of Huey P. Long. That name did not register with me I knew nothing of him personally or politically. My family was not involved in politics. My only political knowledge was what my father told me. Republicans were for the rich people and Demo crates were for the working people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked from the house along a brick walk beside the courtyard out to the street. I kept wanting to go back to that walk and courtyard I had been there before. That is the first time of deja vu. I ask a million questions about the feeling of deja vu. It was the first time I had heard the term much less had it explained to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must have been a horribly inquisitive youngster. I must have driven my father crazy on that trip. I don't remember a lot of it. My father was a big tease, there was a little black boy with his feet in the Mississippi river. We were walking on the dock. My father stopped to talk to him. He ask him if he was afraid he would make the river muddy. The river was already muddy and the little boy didn't under stand him. I am sure the adults near by did. It was a terribly racist comment but he just wanted to say sometime to the little one. How times have changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next time I was visiting a friend who lived several blocks away from me. We had just heard on the radio that President Roosevelt had died. He had been President all of my life. That was a scary thing to a 9 year old. I was raised by a over anxious mother so I lived with fears that tore me apart. I was sitting on the curb of that apartment by where my friend lived. I again had that feeling of deja vu. How both of these were connected I don't know or if they are connected. I would like to explore some hypnosis some time to see if I have some previous life or lives that would account for these feelings. I had been in the apartment many times, but I had never sat on the curb. Why we were sitting on the curb waiting for someone or something I don't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never had those feelings again I don't know why. I have often wondered if I outgrew them. Were they related to dreams that I don't remember? Or just the results of a over anxious mother that I absorbed so much of. My daughter once told me she didn't see how I had become a some what normal human being, after my childhood. My daughter knew me better than anyone, how I miss her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12410227-4861357972996391502?l=caregiver2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/feeds/4861357972996391502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12410227&amp;postID=4861357972996391502&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/4861357972996391502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/4861357972996391502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/2010/09/deja-vu.html' title='Deja vu'/><author><name>grandma1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474448465253296860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H7xxJH-_Q1E/SnCaR2zK_qI/AAAAAAAAABw/5qjsphmftDc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12410227.post-9127077666929040637</id><published>2010-09-06T18:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T19:26:36.273-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Labor Day 1971</title><content type='html'>We had just moved from Hendrix to Hermosa. Second son was senior in high school and was worried about getting to participate in sports at his old high school. I didn't have money for school clothes for P who was starting second grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite place for fabric was TG&amp;Y they had bolts of fabric but also a large table of remnants. I dug through them trying to find pieces large enough to make a garment. The bigger pieces were the wrong colors and prints for a little one. Grey, hunter green, and strange prints, pants were easy just like the PG pants. Tops were smocks that was the style for little girls her age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our new house had a screened in back porch which opened out into a walled small back yard. P was happy to play in the new backyard. I drug a card table, sewing machine,and small TV out to the screened in porch. Jerry Lewis my favorite comedian had a telethon on TV. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Labor day was spent cutting out and sewing 3 sets of pants and smocks. P spent the day in the yard and helping me watch Jerry Lewis's telethon. She wore them all year and loved them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how we got through those years hubby was going to school and working. I was working. First son was in college and second son a senior in high school, P going into second grade. I was working and trying to keep every thing going at home. One of my favorite labor days.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have spent this labor day digging through paper work at home trying to get things cleaned out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12410227-9127077666929040637?l=caregiver2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/feeds/9127077666929040637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12410227&amp;postID=9127077666929040637&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/9127077666929040637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/9127077666929040637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/2010/09/labor-day-1971.html' title='Labor Day 1971'/><author><name>grandma1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474448465253296860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H7xxJH-_Q1E/SnCaR2zK_qI/AAAAAAAAABw/5qjsphmftDc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12410227.post-6092525827731700276</id><published>2010-08-28T21:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T21:30:08.384-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation</title><content type='html'>I'm going to Las Vegas to spend sometime with my sister in law and her family.  She has a new great gran and we haven't seen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandaughter is going with me.  She is going to help me with oxgen and misc.  We are only going for a few days.  She wants to see a show while we are there, maybe but it is very expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to get my secondary insurance to pay for that stupid ambulance ride last September.  I've been trying to get medicare to pay it for ever.  The packet of all the stuff to go to insurance is big enough to be a book.  I need to have it weighted to see how many stamps it will need.  I could have taken a taxi for about 10% of what they charged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctors appointment have been everyday and forever.  I hope some of this helps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12410227-6092525827731700276?l=caregiver2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/feeds/6092525827731700276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12410227&amp;postID=6092525827731700276&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/6092525827731700276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/6092525827731700276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/2010/08/vacation.html' title='Vacation'/><author><name>grandma1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474448465253296860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H7xxJH-_Q1E/SnCaR2zK_qI/AAAAAAAAABw/5qjsphmftDc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12410227.post-3610279829526770758</id><published>2010-08-15T11:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T11:37:39.171-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mainstream Baptist: After Antibiotics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://mainstreambaptist.blogspot.com/2010/08/after-antibiotics.html?spref=bl"&gt;Mainstream Baptist: After Antibiotics&lt;/a&gt;: "Are you ready for a world without antibiotics?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12410227-3610279829526770758?l=caregiver2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://mainstreambaptist.blogspot.com/2010/08/after-antibiotics.html?spref=bl' title='Mainstream Baptist: After Antibiotics'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/feeds/3610279829526770758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12410227&amp;postID=3610279829526770758&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/3610279829526770758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/3610279829526770758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/2010/08/mainstream-baptist-after-antibiotics.html' title='Mainstream Baptist: After Antibiotics'/><author><name>grandma1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474448465253296860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H7xxJH-_Q1E/SnCaR2zK_qI/AAAAAAAAABw/5qjsphmftDc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12410227.post-3617263389990804144</id><published>2010-08-13T20:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T21:17:44.367-05:00</updated><title type='text'>5th time in a year</title><content type='html'>Hospital again that makes the 5th time this year.  I am not going again without kicking and screaming.  This time they did every kind of test there is on my heart.  My heart is good I still have the leaking valves but not too bad.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never had a blood clot the other doc took a x=ray and said there was a 85 percent chance of a blood clot.  So they just thought I did and told me I had a blood clot. They put me on blood thinners and I am tied up with having tests for that.  I have an appointment with my primary doc next Thursday.  I am hoping he takes me off of the blood thinners.  I got all the medical records from the hospital for the primary doc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am dragging a oxgen tank around with me.  I have put off as long as I can without taking oxgen.  I can't get a smaller pack that I can carry over my shoulder until I see a lung doc. I am having trouble getting an appointment.  I have one in about 10 days.  That is better than Nov. when the hospital got me an appointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am having strange dreams I don't know if the oxgen has any effect on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second son went to Bible study with me yesterday.  The ladies loved him he filled in so much history around our lesson and they took his word for gospel.    That is better than the TV preacher that one of the ladies had some recording of.  Isaiah  was fortelling of the building of the Aswand Dam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was three years after hubby's death.  I didn't think of it  yesterday but today it came home loud and strong.  It was not as hot yesterday or today like it was then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandaughter is going to Las Vegas with me to help me lug the oxgen tank around.  She is thrilled first airplane ride and first time in Las Vegas.  She is old enough to get into the cassino's.  The last time hubby and I were in Las Vegas we didn't gamble any at all.  That was a couple of weeks  before hubby was diagnosed with cancer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12410227-3617263389990804144?l=caregiver2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/feeds/3617263389990804144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12410227&amp;postID=3617263389990804144&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/3617263389990804144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/3617263389990804144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/2010/08/5th-time-in-year.html' title='5th time in a year'/><author><name>grandma1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474448465253296860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H7xxJH-_Q1E/SnCaR2zK_qI/AAAAAAAAABw/5qjsphmftDc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12410227.post-3222636798297464801</id><published>2010-08-01T17:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T17:31:39.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Home from Hospital</title><content type='html'>I have had enough of hospitals to last me a life time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really slow in getting back on my feet this time.  But I am bound and determined to beat this thing.   I have to get back on my feet a little bit at a time. I have so many things I want to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eddie and company were over helping me today.  They went to the grocery for me and we had lunch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12410227-3222636798297464801?l=caregiver2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/feeds/3222636798297464801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12410227&amp;postID=3222636798297464801&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/3222636798297464801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/3222636798297464801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/2010/08/home-from-hospital.html' title='Home from Hospital'/><author><name>grandma1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474448465253296860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H7xxJH-_Q1E/SnCaR2zK_qI/AAAAAAAAABw/5qjsphmftDc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12410227.post-8080530744148672001</id><published>2010-07-26T17:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T18:17:01.114-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Greetings from theHospital</title><content type='html'>Last Thursday  I felt very weak, when I first got up.  I called son and we went to urgent care.  That was a waste of time. We wound up at the ER in the hospital that I really despise. They ran tests and were ready to release me when I compained of chest pains.  That was one of the original complains.  They read another blood test and said I had a blood clot in the lung.  So they admitted me and I have had first one thing or another and I am still here.  They have started me on blood thiners and that lowers my blood presure and because I have low  blood presure anyway.  Well you can guess it makes my blood presure down to the high eightys.  I can't even walk around when it is that low.  I am trying to keep it up today so I can go home tomorrtow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will keep you posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have my speller with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12410227-8080530744148672001?l=caregiver2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/feeds/8080530744148672001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12410227&amp;postID=8080530744148672001&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/8080530744148672001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/8080530744148672001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/2010/07/greetings-fromn-ther-hospital.html' title='Greetings from theHospital'/><author><name>grandma1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474448465253296860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H7xxJH-_Q1E/SnCaR2zK_qI/AAAAAAAAABw/5qjsphmftDc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12410227.post-255879225318139337</id><published>2010-07-10T11:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T11:38:05.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Struggling</title><content type='html'>I am having so much trouble with this lesson for Sunday.  The 12th chapter of Hebrews.&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to separate the word discipline with punishment.  Believe it or not my friend that knows the lest about the Bible has the best answer.  She say discipline is guidance and punishment can be corporal punishments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a little fender bender this week.  The way the policeman wrote up the report I won't be able to collect from her insurance.  Policeman says cause was in attention on both our parts.  My car has a good size dent and her big suv has a scratch on the bumper.&lt;br /&gt;I dropped the collision on my car some time ago and the dent is probably below the deductible anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used the last of hubbies life insurance to pay off the credit cards the interest was eating me up.  The plan is to take what I was paying on the credit cards and put in the savings account.  But, thing like this stupid accident keeps coming up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I was turning right on a green light she was turning left on a green light and she hit me.  She pushed me down the street and then continued chasing me trying to hit me again.  It took a half a block before I could stop.  She said I hit her and when I replied she hit me she started screaming liar, liar, liar, I tried to call son and he couldn't hear me for her screaming.  When I was doing claims the person turning left was always in the wrong, but the way the policeman wrote it up she will probably get away with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to meditation class that night and it helped to calm me down.  I felt worse the next day so I went to Urgent Care and my blood pressure was higher than it has ever been before.  I think I am calmed down now but it still upsets me to think about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12410227-255879225318139337?l=caregiver2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/feeds/255879225318139337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12410227&amp;postID=255879225318139337&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/255879225318139337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/255879225318139337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/2010/07/struggling.html' title='Struggling'/><author><name>grandma1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474448465253296860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H7xxJH-_Q1E/SnCaR2zK_qI/AAAAAAAAABw/5qjsphmftDc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12410227.post-3662540015536157134</id><published>2010-07-05T10:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T11:00:20.981-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pleasant Surprise</title><content type='html'>My oldest grandson moving from coast to coast per request of Uncle Sam stopped by to see me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so surprise to get a phone call from my oldest grandson.   The family here was excited to see him also.  I don't think he expected so many relatives to descend on him at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took him to my favorite New Mexican restaurant.  He enjoyed the food very much or else he was very hungry.  I took him for a tour of the volcanoes and the petroglyh park.  When we arrived back home my grandson here and family visited for awhile. He got to play with the little great grand daughter.  We spent a lot of time visiting and catching up.  I don't remember the last time we had such a good visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved hearing about his time in Hebrew school and the birth of his little one.  He carries on the family name and the traditional first name to go with the family name.  His little on has the middle name of Joseph so they call him Jose.  He has a little bit of the Hispanic feature and with Jose.  It is so funny to me that he carries on the family name.  My hubby would have loved it.  I would so like to see the little guy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been invited to visit when they have moved and are settled, but I am hesitate to commit to traveling any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctors now think  my on going tummy problems is my arthritis medication that I have been taking for 4 years.  In talking to my counselor this week it made since that I have had this problem for 4 years and I have been taking this medication that long.  Why has it taken so long to figure that out.  I am as slow as my doc's at realizing this.  The week long bout of staying on the pot is so draining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to help at church yesterday for the big picnic.  I had a good time visiting.  My Sunday School Class has ask me to teach the next one or two lessons in the book on Hebrews.  Our regular teacher which is great is going to to be out of town.  I am honoured that they think I can do it, I just hope I can live up to their expectations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12410227-3662540015536157134?l=caregiver2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/feeds/3662540015536157134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12410227&amp;postID=3662540015536157134&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/3662540015536157134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/3662540015536157134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/2010/07/pleasant-surprise.html' title='Pleasant Surprise'/><author><name>grandma1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474448465253296860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H7xxJH-_Q1E/SnCaR2zK_qI/AAAAAAAAABw/5qjsphmftDc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12410227.post-6788903953135633267</id><published>2010-06-23T10:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T11:02:26.813-05:00</updated><title type='text'>June 1950</title><content type='html'>I have been told I live too much in the past.   Maybe I do but I  remember the day the Korean War started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beulah, Colorado a little village,  Pueblo residence had summer homes located there.   I shouldn't call them summer homes more like cabins or dormitories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boy friend's mother had one of the larger cabins that you could call a dormitory.   Upstairs there was a kitchen with benches all around the room,  cushions on them for the girls.   Down stairs was the boys quarters with make shift beds, wall to wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  That June Sunday,  there were 2 couples of us with his mama as chaperon.  I had just graduated from high school.  We  were learning to play Canasta,  it was the latest card game out.   Mama was fixing sandwiches for us.   Music was playing on the radio until the announcement of the beginning of the Korean war.  I didn't know how that would change my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later after I was married to a Marine and had two little boys my father had a cabin.  I do mean a cabin,  a room with a kitchen and couch and a bedroom with a bed and dresser.  The dresser was an antique with a marble top (too bad it was sold with the cabin.)  My boys spent many a summer day playing in the stream that ran beside the cabin and running up and down the mountains around the place.  We took them horseback ridding, once a summer.  We had to rent the horses and that was all we could afford.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fathers cousin who we called Uncle Frank lived in a small travel trailer on a lot in the main part of town.  He took the boys and I places while hubby was overseas,  He had the boys looking for gold in the rocks around the little village.  They found lots of fools gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby and I went back one of the last times we were in Pueblo and the place had grown up.  My fathers cabin was still there but locked up.  The outhouse was now considered too close to the stream for anybody to live there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of memories tied up to Beulah and the date of Korean War brings back lots of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12410227-6788903953135633267?l=caregiver2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/feeds/6788903953135633267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12410227&amp;postID=6788903953135633267&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/6788903953135633267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/6788903953135633267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/2010/06/june-1950.html' title='June 1950'/><author><name>grandma1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474448465253296860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H7xxJH-_Q1E/SnCaR2zK_qI/AAAAAAAAABw/5qjsphmftDc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12410227.post-7396454070740126727</id><published>2010-06-19T17:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T17:54:35.781-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Devastated</title><content type='html'>Just read my e-mail from son-in-law.  My sweetpea grand daughter won't get to come this year.  She has summer school and David is getting married.  He has a lot on his plate he is trying to work and go to school.  Sweetpea has been a handful this year.  &lt;br /&gt;She has had so much happen in her life.  2007 hubby her playmate for all of her life died.  Eight months later I moved back to New Mexico for reasons I have stated before.  I had been a steady presence all of her life.  Her  momma died in 2008.  She moved from the house and school she had  known most of her life, last summer.  I am not surprised she is having trouble in school.  She has had so many disruptions in her life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand the financial problems and the time restraints. I  feel like I don't have that many more summers.  My oldest great gran isn't getting to come this summer and now my sweetpea.  I am just devastated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12410227-7396454070740126727?l=caregiver2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/feeds/7396454070740126727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12410227&amp;postID=7396454070740126727&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/7396454070740126727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/7396454070740126727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/2010/06/devastated.html' title='Devastated'/><author><name>grandma1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474448465253296860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H7xxJH-_Q1E/SnCaR2zK_qI/AAAAAAAAABw/5qjsphmftDc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12410227.post-1460694340921653084</id><published>2010-06-17T15:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T16:29:56.958-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Brag on my Kids</title><content type='html'>First son is always in the news,radio and now TV (when they show it).  I am kinda use to his exposure it just keeps growing.  Last Monday night I went to Writer to Writers with second son.  His speaker canceled at the last minute and he had to fill in.  He couldn't have done better if he had been planning and working on it  for weeks.  It is good to see other people appreciate him as well.  First son gets lots of appreciation and he deserves it, but I don't see second sons appreciation it is not that visible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have trouble talking to Penni's friends because they always want to tell me how much they loved and appreciated her.  Today I had a conversation with a lady that doesn't know me that well and never met Penni.  I was trying to  tell, her why I don't like to look like my mother.  So, I told her without thinking that because I didn't have a great mother God made up for it with my having a great daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never understood why my mother couldn't love more than one person in a family.  In our family it was my sister.  In my family it was second son.  With grand kids I guess it was first grandson here, others were away and she didn't see them that much.&lt;br /&gt;She missed so much in getting to know the rest of us that, she couldn't be bothered with and we missed having a mother and grandmother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my kids they are all special and have a special place in my heart. They have raised good families. I have tried so hard to see each one as a individual and I appreciate each of them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12410227-1460694340921653084?l=caregiver2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/feeds/1460694340921653084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12410227&amp;postID=1460694340921653084&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/1460694340921653084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/1460694340921653084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/2010/06/brag-on-my-kids.html' title='Brag on my Kids'/><author><name>grandma1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474448465253296860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H7xxJH-_Q1E/SnCaR2zK_qI/AAAAAAAAABw/5qjsphmftDc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12410227.post-5499126649190637311</id><published>2010-06-10T19:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T19:26:58.792-05:00</updated><title type='text'>June 9, 1932</title><content type='html'>My birthday, some standout in my mind but most of them were just another day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 9th birthday my mother was busy getting a formal for my sister for her first formal dance.  My birthday was completely forgotten.  My grandmother reminded her of the day and she said. " well, I was going to get her some war stamps but I forgot." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 18th birthday my boyfriend took me to dinner in a Colorado Springs  restaurant which had been  a old church.  I had a special dress  orange  with white flowers down the side one of my special memories.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;My 21st birthday I was pregnant with my second son.  We were living in  military housing, outside our house was a gardenia bush.  Hubby brought me a flower off  the bush. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 75th birthday Penni gave me a garden party for my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This birthday was quiet and happy I had dinner with second son.  First son called and we had a nice chat.  I answered phones at the church all afternoon.  I walked Missy when I got home before I went to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12410227-5499126649190637311?l=caregiver2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/feeds/5499126649190637311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12410227&amp;postID=5499126649190637311&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/5499126649190637311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/5499126649190637311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/2010/06/june-9-1932.html' title='June 9, 1932'/><author><name>grandma1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474448465253296860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H7xxJH-_Q1E/SnCaR2zK_qI/AAAAAAAAABw/5qjsphmftDc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12410227.post-5093543962585257309</id><published>2010-05-28T17:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T17:42:05.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Confusion</title><content type='html'>Shari, tells me every time we talk about something I make a reference to Penni.  I wasn't aware that I thought about her that much, but I guess I do. I have been trying not to do that but.  This morning was I pulling weeds or goat heads in the front yard.  Some of them had buds of little yellow flowers so it brought to mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Penni first moved in the house they brought she was thinking about landscaping a very large back yard.  The far top of the back yard was terraced and it was full of the prettiest little yellow flowers.  Penni was so pleased that she didn't have to do something to that area.  Until her father pointed out to her that the little yellow flowers were goat heads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I left a shop later in the day the radio, in the car, was playing you guessed it "Harper Valley PTA.  Penni drove the boys crazy playing that song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I not think of Penni when almost every thing I do is a reminder?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took Missy and Shari's two dogs to the groomers today.  It wasn't far over there but they sat up in the back seat just like I was there chauffeur.  I wish I had a picture of that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12410227-5093543962585257309?l=caregiver2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/feeds/5093543962585257309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12410227&amp;postID=5093543962585257309&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/5093543962585257309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/5093543962585257309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/2010/05/confusion.html' title='Confusion'/><author><name>grandma1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474448465253296860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H7xxJH-_Q1E/SnCaR2zK_qI/AAAAAAAAABw/5qjsphmftDc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12410227.post-8265390785631275797</id><published>2010-05-17T11:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T11:43:08.198-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day 2010</title><content type='html'>I wasn't looking forward to Mother's Day this year. Hubby and Penni took care of that for me. When ever the commercial's on TV were talking about Mother's Day.  I kept seeing a little piece of wrapping paper that Penni had used as a greeting card. She said something like thank you Mom and Dad I love you. Mom thank you for everything you do for me.  Penni always signed her cards that way for me.  Several days later I was half asleep about 3:00 AM  I had been reading and was going back to sleep. I saw a ceramic piece in my mind.  Hubby when he was working security at U of A had made me this mermaid on the side of a big shell.  When he brought it to me the shell had water in it and daises floating in it.  I remember how happy I was and how much I loved him.  I felt like both hubby and Penni were wishing me a Happy Mother's Day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P has already blogged about our day,  I really loved going to Bosque Farms for Church and spending the day with his family.  Oldest son called and we had a long chat I really enjoy talking to him and he has so little time to talk that I appreciate a long chat with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All and together this years Mother's Day was a good one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12410227-8265390785631275797?l=caregiver2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/feeds/8265390785631275797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12410227&amp;postID=8265390785631275797&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/8265390785631275797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/8265390785631275797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/2010/05/mothers-day-2010.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day 2010'/><author><name>grandma1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474448465253296860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H7xxJH-_Q1E/SnCaR2zK_qI/AAAAAAAAABw/5qjsphmftDc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12410227.post-4318588238938787647</id><published>2010-05-13T16:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T17:25:44.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Abby's First Birthday</title><content type='html'>Abigail is my only grand gran that's a girl.  I love to see her  every few days or weeks.  She is walking now and is little and just runs around everywhere.  We had her birthday at my house. (Grandma and Grandpa were sick so we move the party here.)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love her little chubby cheeks and fat arms and legs.  I can't see anything of myself in her or any of the family traits.  She looks like her Mom which is great but I can't see my side of the family in her.  Her mom was complaining about a little curl behind her ear that sticks straight out and won't be tamed.  I was just as pleased as punch.  That is the bane of my life I can't control that stubborn curl behind my ear.  Penni had it and Michelle has it, now Abigail has it.  I would love to know how far that goes back. I do not know where or which side of the family, I received it from. No one in my family had the curl to my knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought you would enjoy her picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only see pictures of the other two boys that are great grans and  were born last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James had his first birthday last month also.  James carries my hubby's first and middle name's.  His pictures look like he is full of fun and will be a handful to take care of, his momma may pay for some of her raising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jose carries on the family name and I know my hubby would be proud as punch of that and so am I.  I have only seen picture of him and he isn't very old yet but I can't see any family resemblances there, but we couldn't see any in his daddy either.  Jose's grandpa looks very much like my hubby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richie my 7 year old great gran looks like his dad and his grand dad.  There is no mistaking the family resemblances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is funny to think of how many people owe there lives to hubby and I.  We only had 3 kids and there are 6 grand kids, now we have 4 great grans.  Sorry hubby didn't live to see this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12410227-4318588238938787647?l=caregiver2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/feeds/4318588238938787647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12410227&amp;postID=4318588238938787647&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/4318588238938787647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/4318588238938787647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/2010/05/abbys-first-birthday.html' title='Abby&apos;s First Birthday'/><author><name>grandma1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474448465253296860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H7xxJH-_Q1E/SnCaR2zK_qI/AAAAAAAAABw/5qjsphmftDc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12410227.post-7666730002174718392</id><published>2010-05-13T16:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T16:51:10.819-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Gran</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H7xxJH-_Q1E/S-x0MBHFdYI/AAAAAAAAACQ/czJKdzio4M0/s1600/abby2+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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He is trying to move to Tenessee so I don't get him very often. I fixed lunch and we had a good time.  When he was leaving he told me that he was taking another lady in the neighborhood on a cruise.  Needless to say I was disappointed.  Everyone seems to be going some place but me.  Oldest son going to his sons graduation in California. B and G when to San Diego.  B called me and ask me to remember some of the places that we had gone together. A is going to another friends daughters graduation in NC.   I probably shouldn't travel until I get stronger but I do feel left out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have spend another couple of days in the hospital since I last blogged.  I guess the antibiotics got to me and with the runs for 12 hours I was very dehydrated.  I have been weak since I got home but I am getting stronger each day.  I finally finished all my test for my new heart doctor and I see him Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am anxious for Michelle and Richie to come for visits this summer.  The weather has turned hot and I need to do some gardening.  We are going after dog food tonight just waiting for Shari to call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sent  another appeal off for the ambulance bill of last September.  I have had two ambulance rides  since then I wonder when I will get the bill for them.  It seems as if the ambulance attendant put down that I didn't need to use a ambulance so medicare if refusing to pay for it.  The doctor has sent two letters stating that I did need to use the ambulance but medicare believes the ambulance attendant,  I have appeal it twice lets see what this brings.  The bill is $500.00 so that is why I am fighting it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12410227-8195142933891060771?l=caregiver2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/feeds/8195142933891060771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12410227&amp;postID=8195142933891060771&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/8195142933891060771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/8195142933891060771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/2010/05/may-52010.html' title='May 5,2010'/><author><name>grandma1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474448465253296860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H7xxJH-_Q1E/SnCaR2zK_qI/AAAAAAAAABw/5qjsphmftDc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12410227.post-6383871931493962669</id><published>2010-04-15T16:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T10:46:56.965-05:00</updated><title type='text'>April 15, 1930</title><content type='html'>A baby boy was born today to a young couple he had been recently discharged from the Army.  While in the army he boxed a little.  He was having trouble providing for his new family so he boxed some as a civilian.  Under the name of Soldier P------.  He wanted his son named William.  After all his name was William and he knew that his fathers name was William.  He was orphaned at the age of 7.  To keep the family's name carried on all the first born males should be William. This little family lived in Denver, Colorado.  The depression and the search for finical security would take them to Arkansas and back to Colorado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When this baby grew up he wanted so to be just like Dad so  he joined the military but some of his friends were joining the Marines so the Marines it was for 6 years.  He even joined the boxing squad, but that was cut short when the  Sgt in charge found out he had just got married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The baby born April 15, 1930 was my hubby.  Our first born a boy was named William.   Hubby now has a great gran son whose name is also William.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hubby William now has 3 generation named William after him.  So today would have been his 80th Birthday. He would have been so pleased that the name William has been carried out for him. Some people think, this is tax day but it is just hubby's birthday and for the generations of William's to remember him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am disappointed in one of Penni's friends she is into this teabag thing. Sorry I got in this facebook with her.  I can't understand their way of thinking.  My President is my President and deserves some respect.  This President needs some time to prove himself.  I can't believe people who profess  to be Christians acting the way they are.  Everyone deserves health care.  If my daughter had had health care for a year before they found her cancer she would be alive today.  No one can convince be differently. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been feeling too well today.  My blood pressure must have been really low.  I have just been vegging out on the couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw in the paper that my distant cousins wife died.  He was the pastor of a local Baptist Church for a long time.  He was a mainstream baptist before there was such a thing.  He preached my Mothers funeral.  I am going to the viewing with the family, just to let there daughter know I cared and recognize the relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son is working for a lawyer and loving it.  He made the transition very smoothly.  My retirement was more difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came back and rewrote some of this today.  I felt so bad yesterday I didn't do the story of hubby justice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12410227-6383871931493962669?l=caregiver2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/feeds/6383871931493962669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12410227&amp;postID=6383871931493962669&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/6383871931493962669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/6383871931493962669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/2010/04/april-15-1930.html' title='April 15, 1930'/><author><name>grandma1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474448465253296860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H7xxJH-_Q1E/SnCaR2zK_qI/AAAAAAAAABw/5qjsphmftDc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12410227.post-7910728041909391230</id><published>2010-04-10T09:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T10:07:34.145-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Answer to Prayer?</title><content type='html'>God answers prayers in mysterious ways.  I was fretting about no one to call and say let's have lunch today.  Lets run away and do something silly.  Go for a long drive,have lunch in a crazy place.  Do something crazy and different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I use to have a dear friend that was always up for  just that kind of thing.  She died before hubby.  I couldn't think of anybody to call. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I was reading my morning e-mails and blogs.  I was e-mailing with son-in-laws brother about something in the news.  We had talked about lunch in a e-mail a week or so ago.  He responded when would you like to go.  I responded today so he decided the cell phone was better then e-mails.  To make a long story short.  We are going to lunch today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12410227-7910728041909391230?l=caregiver2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/feeds/7910728041909391230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12410227&amp;postID=7910728041909391230&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/7910728041909391230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/7910728041909391230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/2010/04/answer-to-prayer.html' title='Answer to Prayer?'/><author><name>grandma1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474448465253296860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H7xxJH-_Q1E/SnCaR2zK_qI/AAAAAAAAABw/5qjsphmftDc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12410227.post-1071178976332054462</id><published>2010-04-02T22:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T22:18:34.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Season</title><content type='html'>I don't remember an Easter Season with so many new programs at church.  They did the last supper re-enactment last year nor nearly as good as this year. Tonight was something called the Tenebrae Service of Lights and Darkness very effective. I had never seen that one before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This new pastor has a lot going for him.  He keeps things moving all the time.  I guess that's  what the church needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't heard anything out of NC.  I sent sweetpea a card for Easter, but I haven't heard anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got birthday presents off today for my kids.  I don't think I can manage anything for greatgrans but birthday cards.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my fed income tax back so I mailed off the state a check and that was half.  So it left me trying to find enough money to pay for car repairs.  I won't be caught that way next year I intend to have state tax removed ahead of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found John Grisham's books.  I have found a bunch of them at the good will so I am reading about 3 a week.  I am enjoying them but I'm not getting much done but read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Easter everybody.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12410227-1071178976332054462?l=caregiver2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/feeds/1071178976332054462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12410227&amp;postID=1071178976332054462&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/1071178976332054462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/1071178976332054462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/2010/04/easter-season.html' title='Easter Season'/><author><name>grandma1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474448465253296860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H7xxJH-_Q1E/SnCaR2zK_qI/AAAAAAAAABw/5qjsphmftDc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12410227.post-38599966290139605</id><published>2010-03-21T15:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T15:18:00.071-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>Mine and hubby's friend and handyman is moving to Tennessee.  He is remodeling a house there and moving a little bit at a time.  He comes back every couple of months and spends a few days and back he goes with another load.  He called yesterday and said he had just finished his taxes and I had just finished mine also.  He ordered a pizza and I put a pumpkin pie in the oven. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We had a impromptu dinner.  He stayed for over 4 hours we just had the best time just talking.  We have been friends for over 15 years.  It kills me to see him move.  Those kind of friends don't come along very often.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12410227-38599966290139605?l=caregiver2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/feeds/38599966290139605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12410227&amp;postID=38599966290139605&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/38599966290139605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/38599966290139605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/2010/03/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>grandma1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474448465253296860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H7xxJH-_Q1E/SnCaR2zK_qI/AAAAAAAAABw/5qjsphmftDc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12410227.post-4376787179994897741</id><published>2010-03-16T23:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T00:00:41.409-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Insurance Companies</title><content type='html'>Back in the late 60's I was working for a small Insurance Agency.  I was really into learning to have my license for fire and casualty.  I learned a lot of the history of insurance how it came about and what it was created for.  I was really glad to be a part of a industry that helped  people.  I  mean it really, really helped people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few years into working for small agencies.  I really thought about starting my own agency.  I just needed a steady income as hubby was going to school and trying to work also.  I also had two in high school and looking at college, Penni was just starting school and needed me home as much as possible.  It was a good thing I didn't.  Many of the small insurance companies that I was use to working with were being bought up by corporations.  I couldn't figure out why a corporation would buy an insurance company.  Insurance companies had to keep a pool of money to pay claims.  By law a portion of all premiums had to be kept for the insurance pool.  Corporation saw all that money and if they owned that company they could get their hands on the money.  All the small insurance companies began to disappear.  That forced the combination of companies to get as large and AIG and they began to branch out into all other kinds of finance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now insurance companies are dictating if the American public can have health care coverage or not. How can they put profits ahead of people dying and not having any health care.  I can't believe in the greed.  I know by the insurance industry cutting health care loose it will put a lot of people out of work.  I had try another kind of work.  It took me 15 years to work my way up in public education.  I couldn't work for insurance any more. All I see is the misery their greed is causing.&lt;br /&gt;What happened to people who wanted to help their neighbors by pooling their money to form a insurance company.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12410227-4376787179994897741?l=caregiver2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/feeds/4376787179994897741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12410227&amp;postID=4376787179994897741&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/4376787179994897741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/4376787179994897741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/2010/03/insurance-companies.html' title='Insurance Companies'/><author><name>grandma1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474448465253296860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H7xxJH-_Q1E/SnCaR2zK_qI/AAAAAAAAABw/5qjsphmftDc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12410227.post-4759258872288754037</id><published>2010-03-16T22:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T23:01:17.181-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I didn't bounce</title><content type='html'>I fell leaving Church Sunday.  They had a long piece of plastic along the entry to the auditoium.  This was not fastened down in anyway.  I got my toe under the edge and got my foot caught under it and of course I went down.  I fell on my new plastic knee.  I had it x-rayed,  I didn't break anything thank heavens.  I guess that was the best way to fall if I had to fall.  I have pulled some muscles so I am sore but I am alright. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a new Quicken mine was about 8 years old.  I haven't kept up with my Quicken this past year and doing my taxes was a pain in the neck.  I have installed the new Quicken and it won't let me go back to the old one without wiping out the new one.  I am trying to reconstruct all this years bank items.  I have two checking accounts.  Two savings accounts, 5 credit cards, and one mortgage.  I can keep everything on Quicken except mileage.  I should be able to figure out how to keep that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am getting money back from Federal but I didn't pay any State so I have to pay that.  Bummer it is going to take half of my Federal to pay the state.  I was planning on having the car repaired with the Federal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to physical therapy so I should be back in shape in good time.  I can't seem to get it all together.  Things keep happening all the time to set me back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12410227-4759258872288754037?l=caregiver2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/feeds/4759258872288754037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12410227&amp;postID=4759258872288754037&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/4759258872288754037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/4759258872288754037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-didnt-bounce.html' title='I didn&apos;t bounce'/><author><name>grandma1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474448465253296860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H7xxJH-_Q1E/SnCaR2zK_qI/AAAAAAAAABw/5qjsphmftDc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12410227.post-7794444241848608899</id><published>2010-02-25T13:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T13:37:37.400-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hippy Hopppy Home Again</title><content type='html'>Be it ever so humble there is no place like home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granddaughter is staying with me a few days to help out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tried to go out to eat after we left rehab.  I did fine for about 30 minutes and then it was like I hit a brick wall.  I almost didn't make it back to the car.  Yesterday I just laid around and took it easy.  Today we got up and started in we have laundry going.  We cleaned out the refrig.  Loaded the dishwasher and are just resting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have caught up on e-mails.  Ordered a embroidery piece that will be a challenger for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to fold some clothes so that M can put them away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not as strong as I thought I was I need to work on that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12410227-7794444241848608899?l=caregiver2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/feeds/7794444241848608899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12410227&amp;postID=7794444241848608899&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/7794444241848608899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/7794444241848608899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/2010/02/hippy-hopppy-home-again.html' title='Hippy Hopppy Home Again'/><author><name>grandma1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474448465253296860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H7xxJH-_Q1E/SnCaR2zK_qI/AAAAAAAAABw/5qjsphmftDc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12410227.post-3181394128365736681</id><published>2010-02-22T18:44:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T18:52:18.793-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Last night in rehab</title><content type='html'>My 10 days in rehab have been a good experience.  I have made some good friends in the staff and patients.  Maybe my prayer for some friends that are retired and don't work is being answered.  I am going down to another room in a little while for a chat before bed time.  These ladies are still here for awhile but live in the same general part of town that I live in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy to see pictures of my great grans on face book.  One in California the other in Mississippi.  I would never get to see them some of them are even moving that is great to see one get his first taste of solid food.  The other one taking a bath in his grandmothers sink. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next blog from home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12410227-3181394128365736681?l=caregiver2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/feeds/3181394128365736681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12410227&amp;postID=3181394128365736681&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/3181394128365736681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/3181394128365736681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/2010/02/last-night-in-rehab.html' title='Last night in rehab'/><author><name>grandma1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474448465253296860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H7xxJH-_Q1E/SnCaR2zK_qI/AAAAAAAAABw/5qjsphmftDc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12410227.post-7543156834740245524</id><published>2010-02-17T15:48:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T19:31:30.553-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello from Rehab</title><content type='html'>Son told you on his blog how I wound up here.  The week in the hospital was terrible. Rehab is better the doc's are listening to me about medication.   When you have been on pain killers and shills med for 4 years.  Your body goes into withdrawal.  I have been taking 10 codine and 325 tyendol.  Lyrica is for the shills med.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept trying to tell them I was in withdrawal and the pain was intense.  Hospital doc wouldn't believe me.  They cut me down to 5 codine and 500 tyendol.  Doc's have told me that much tyendol was danergous for my kidneys.  Anyway I fought the entire week I was in the hospital. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I arrived in rehab they immediately listened and started with the correct doseage.  I had a little trouble getting pills scaped out to my usual ones but that is working alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rehab is working well I am walking twice a day besides that they have me doing.  Friends have been good in coming by so I see family or friends once or twice a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number one sons bog is keeping me up on all the news.  I am appaled at Baylor's choice of president.  Is all the colleages and seminaries preaching funday teaching today.  No wonder young men and women are staying away in bunches.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12410227-7543156834740245524?l=caregiver2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/feeds/7543156834740245524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12410227&amp;postID=7543156834740245524&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/7543156834740245524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/7543156834740245524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/2010/02/hello-from-rehab.html' title='Hello from Rehab'/><author><name>grandma1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474448465253296860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H7xxJH-_Q1E/SnCaR2zK_qI/AAAAAAAAABw/5qjsphmftDc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12410227.post-4119741017514946546</id><published>2010-01-31T20:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T20:31:22.812-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Weekend</title><content type='html'>I have had two friends pushing me to come more involved and do something outside of the house.  They think I spend too much time watching old movies and doing handwork.  So I have agreed to work at the church office on Wednesday afternoons.  Out of the last three weeks I have only worked once.  I spend one afternoon at the hospital with granddaughter.  Last week I was sick with my on and off again spell of problem staying the the bathroom for two days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The church has lead to being involved with the Womens Missionary group.  They just elected me treasurer, and now I am helping decorate for the Sox Hop we are having.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candy had me  get elected last year as precinct chair and now they want to me take over the Ward.  That has turned into a royal bough ha ha and now I am tied up for the next two months with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally today I went to a rubber stamp class for Valentine's and had a lot of fun. They want to me to join a rubber stamp monthly class.  That is sure temping, I really enjoy that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am so busy I don't have time to clean house much less watch TV or do any needle work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway just to let you know I  am busy and doing lots of different things.  If my tummy would just leave me alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been in touch with Dr. Downs again and he has me on a soft and st rick diet I hope it works.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12410227-4119741017514946546?l=caregiver2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/feeds/4119741017514946546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12410227&amp;postID=4119741017514946546&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/4119741017514946546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/4119741017514946546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/2010/01/busy-weekend.html' title='Busy Weekend'/><author><name>grandma1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474448465253296860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H7xxJH-_Q1E/SnCaR2zK_qI/AAAAAAAAABw/5qjsphmftDc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12410227.post-411698056862911082</id><published>2010-01-21T22:17:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T22:30:00.584-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Granddaughter out of Hospital</title><content type='html'>Granddaughter is out of the hospital and seems to be better.  I am still puzzled why it took so long to get something done.  It seems to me like they waited until almost the last minute before they decided to do something.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took 3 units of blood to get her up on her feet and a D and C to stop the bleeding.  She still is very weak but we are encouraging her to start fighting back.  Maybe she can get some of her strength back in a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed working at the church yesterday.  I spent the afternoon at the hospital with my daughter in law while granddaughter was in surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling so much better that I am afraid to try to do to much.  I am waiting for my weekly or monthly sick spell.  I can't believe I am getting through a week feeling alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took my bad dog to the vet today.  She has a ear infection.  Boy was that trip expensive.  I'm glad it is only once a year.  We start to school next week.  If I can't learn or she can't learn to stop jumping up on me.  She will have to go back to the pound.  Her new thing is to jump on me from the back.  She has almost knocked me down a couple of times.  She was so good riding in the car today.  She lay on the back seat going across town and beside me coming home.  She is a lot of company and I do enjoy her but the jumping has got to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is stupid stuff to write about so I'll stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12410227-411698056862911082?l=caregiver2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/feeds/411698056862911082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12410227&amp;postID=411698056862911082&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/411698056862911082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/411698056862911082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/2010/01/granddaughter-out-of-hospital.html' title='Granddaughter out of Hospital'/><author><name>grandma1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474448465253296860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H7xxJH-_Q1E/SnCaR2zK_qI/AAAAAAAAABw/5qjsphmftDc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12410227.post-3899513951629117972</id><published>2010-01-19T22:20:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T22:34:47.398-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Third World Medical Care.</title><content type='html'>My granddaughter here has been having what the Bible calls a issue of blood.  This has been going on for 6 weeks.  When I took her to get a blood test yesterday she almost passed out on me.  I yelled at Pat that something had to be done.  Her primary doc left so she doesn't have a doc.  I took her to see someone filling in last week.  He gave her pills that didn't work.  I had her call back and all they wanted her to do was come take another blood test.  That is when she almost passed out on me.  Today they finally called and said she needed a blood transfusion.  So her mom told me they have her in the hospital overnight. They took a test and said she has a cry st.  They are going to do a D and C. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our third world medical care is getting scary. Now TV is saying that our health bill for the us is doomed.  I don't know how we can make the Republican's understand how urgent this is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12410227-3899513951629117972?l=caregiver2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/feeds/3899513951629117972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12410227&amp;postID=3899513951629117972&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/3899513951629117972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/3899513951629117972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/2010/01/third-world-medical-care.html' title='Third World Medical Care.'/><author><name>grandma1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474448465253296860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H7xxJH-_Q1E/SnCaR2zK_qI/AAAAAAAAABw/5qjsphmftDc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12410227.post-8647542164595500864</id><published>2010-01-16T13:53:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T14:37:58.314-06:00</updated><title type='text'>RELIGIOUS FREEDON DAY 2010</title><content type='html'>BY THE PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATE OF AMERICA A PROCLAMATION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long before our Nation's independence, weary settlers sought refuge on our shores to escape religious persecution on other continents  Recognizing their strife and toil it was the genius of America's forefathers to protect our freedom of religion including the freedom to practice non at all.  Many faiths are now practiced in our Nation's houses of worship, and that diversity is built upon a rich tradition of religious tolerance.  On this day, we commemorate an early realization of our Nation's founding ideals:  Virginia's 1786 Statute for Religious Freedom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Virginia Statute was more than a law.  It was a statement of principle, declaring freedom  of religion as the natural right of all humanity -- not a privilege for any government to give or take away.  Penned by Thomas Jefferson and championed in the Virginia legislature by James Madison it barred compulsory support of any church and ensured the freedom of all people to profess their faith openly without fear of persecution.  Five years later the First Amendment of our Bill of Rights followed the Virginia Statute's model, stating, "Congress shall make no  law respecting an establishment of religion or prohibiting the free exercise thereof.." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Nation's enduring commitment to the universal human right of religious freedom extends beyond our borders as we advocate for all who are denied the ability to choose and live their faith.  My Administration will continue to oppose growing trends in many part of the world to restrict religious expression. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith can bring us closer to one another, and our freedom to practice our faith and follow our conscience is central to our ability to live in harmony.  On Religious Freedom Day, let us pledge our constant support to all who struggle against religious oppression and rededicate ourselves to fostering peace with those whose beliefs differ from our own.  In doing so, we reaffirm our common humanity and respect for all people with whom we share a brief moment on this Earth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW, THEREFORE I, BARACK OBAMA, President of the United State of America, by virtue of the authority vested in me by the Constitution and the laws of the United State, do more hereby proclaim January 16, 2010 as Religious Freedom Day.  I call on all Americans to commemorate this day with events and activities that teach us about this critical foundation of our Nation's liberty, and show us how we an protect it for future generations here and around the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN WITNESS WHEREOF, I have hereunto set my hand this fifteenth day of January, in the year of our Lord two thousand ten and of the Independence of the United State of America the two hundred and thirty-fourth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BARACK OBAMA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anybody know this exists or do they even care.  My Bible study group was all upset about the Day of Prayer being canceled and this is even more important.  I'm going to hit them with this Thursday.  But I may get the responds from I did from a friend just now.  She said so its OK for the Muslims?  I was so shocked I didn't follow up with yes but it means its OK for you to do the dumb Fundamentalism stuff you seem to believe in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are all the papers not carrying this on the front pages.  Why do I have to find it buried in a blog?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12410227-8647542164595500864?l=caregiver2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/feeds/8647542164595500864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12410227&amp;postID=8647542164595500864&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/8647542164595500864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/8647542164595500864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/2010/01/religious-freedon-day-2010.html' title='RELIGIOUS FREEDON DAY 2010'/><author><name>grandma1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474448465253296860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H7xxJH-_Q1E/SnCaR2zK_qI/AAAAAAAAABw/5qjsphmftDc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12410227.post-8930866651588029391</id><published>2010-01-15T23:15:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T23:25:19.763-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired of this old stuff</title><content type='html'>I spent another night in the bathroom running at both ends.  This is getting old. It seems like it is once a week now.  It was once a month now once a week.  It completely destroys my life.  I can't plan on anything.  Son has had his land line disconnected so I haven't tried getting him on his cell in the middle of the night.  But his phone doesn't work all the time.  I ques I am going to have to find someone else to call when it gets too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have all the tests they can think of.  My primary care ran a bunch and sent me to the GI doc and she didn't have any answers either.  My friend Shari is pushing for alternative medicine.  I would try but I don't know who to see.  Dr. Downs isn't practicing anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I am just having a bad night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12410227-8930866651588029391?l=caregiver2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/feeds/8930866651588029391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12410227&amp;postID=8930866651588029391&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/8930866651588029391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/8930866651588029391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/2010/01/tired-of-this-old-stuff.html' title='Tired of this old stuff'/><author><name>grandma1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474448465253296860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H7xxJH-_Q1E/SnCaR2zK_qI/AAAAAAAAABw/5qjsphmftDc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12410227.post-2845781475044641967</id><published>2010-01-12T16:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T16:45:04.818-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year, New Direction</title><content type='html'>Well, I did yesterday what they tell all military men not to do.  I volunteered to answer phones at the Church one afternoon a week.  I haven't done that since the early 70's.  I really enjoyed that.  I was secretary to the music minister, youth minister, and bus minister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David is posting on facebook about Penni, Pat is posting about the past and living on Hermosa, Bruce is posting about a book that I couldn't read without a dictionary in hand.  I need something to do besides watching old movies and embroidery.  Maybe volunteering is not something bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12410227-2845781475044641967?l=caregiver2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/feeds/2845781475044641967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12410227&amp;postID=2845781475044641967&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/2845781475044641967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/2845781475044641967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year-new-direction.html' title='New Year, New Direction'/><author><name>grandma1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474448465253296860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H7xxJH-_Q1E/SnCaR2zK_qI/AAAAAAAAABw/5qjsphmftDc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12410227.post-2161595919038313543</id><published>2010-01-04T11:07:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T11:31:20.967-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Years Sunday</title><content type='html'>My decision to go back to the Methodist Church was the right one I even survived the 8:oo services with 24 degrees outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took my December the 30th grandson and family to lunch food was terrible but the company was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving home I was very sad about my other December 30th kids and families I ques I was really feeling sorry for myself.  I wasn't looking fore ward to the rest of the day my myself.  Sundays are hard for me.  I happened to see my friend Rich's car in his driveway.  He has been in another state getting a house ready for him to move.  We have been friends for  over 20 years.  He has completed most of my handyman work.  We became friends through  the Neighborhood Association.  Shari, Rich, Mary Ann and I were the Neighborhood Association for a long time.  Anyway  I called and he said he was getting ready to leave again today.  I said if you have time for a chat come over.  He called a few hours later and said I have a piece of Pecan Pie for you and Shari.  I said bring it over and I'll call Shari and make tea.  We had a three hour tea party and caught up on all our lives.  We also solved all the problems of the world.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How great to have such old friends that we can discuss anything with and no one gets angry.  So we don't agree with everything but we can discuss it peaceably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know when I enjoyed an evening so much.  I can't stand it that he thinks he has to move to another state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Years off to a good start.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12410227-2161595919038313543?l=caregiver2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/feeds/2161595919038313543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12410227&amp;postID=2161595919038313543&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/2161595919038313543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/2161595919038313543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-years-sunday.html' title='New Years Sunday'/><author><name>grandma1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474448465253296860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H7xxJH-_Q1E/SnCaR2zK_qI/AAAAAAAAABw/5qjsphmftDc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12410227.post-2184826016953935408</id><published>2009-12-25T11:02:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T11:37:46.375-06:00</updated><title type='text'>MERRY CHRISTMAS</title><content type='html'>Merry Christmas from cold damp North Carolina.  We had Christmas or the opening of the presents last night.  David has to work today.  The house is small for 9 people most of the adults or almost. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweetpea has grown, she is almost as tall as I am.  She is almost square like Steven was at her age.  She and Steve keep a good house they work together well.  They seem to be adjusting well.  Michelle likes her school and has a good counselor.  We spent one day in Jacksonville shopping.  That girl can shop me into the ground.  We found jeans and some underwear.  I found some shoes and we had seafood for lunch in a grownup place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David said he would go with us to Morehead City an Beaufort on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David's new girlfriend comes with a large family.  A grown daughter married to a Sailor and with a darling little boy almost two.  They had to leave before Christmas to go to another base.  They  have a 14year old boy that is hyper big time.  We all keeping trying to give him some coffee but he doesn't like it.  This kid is bright, bright and likeable but the hyper is getting to me.  A 16yearold girl complete with a boy friend.  She plays guitar and will help Michelle with her's she got for  Christmas.  She has a crush on Steven and the two of them keep things lively.  Momma is very likeable and so--- good to Michelle and Michelle likes her and hangs all over her if we let her.  Michelle feels like they are part of her family already, if things don't work out it could be bad.  This is all happening very quickly and we hope they will slow down and take it easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to go see about Michelle  more later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12410227-2184826016953935408?l=caregiver2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/feeds/2184826016953935408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12410227&amp;postID=2184826016953935408&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/2184826016953935408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/2184826016953935408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas.html' title='MERRY CHRISTMAS'/><author><name>grandma1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474448465253296860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H7xxJH-_Q1E/SnCaR2zK_qI/AAAAAAAAABw/5qjsphmftDc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12410227.post-8266536854711725470</id><published>2009-12-11T16:22:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T16:40:19.037-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What is News</title><content type='html'>I haven't been watching the news very often it is depressing.  Here is why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CBS  with Katie ran a section on "Climate-gate" about the e-mails that would lead people to think there is not any climate warming.&lt;br /&gt;NBC with Brian ran a section the same night Dec. 9&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; about Kenya and showed pictures of water holes, and  rivers drying up.  It showed pictures of women and children dipping dirty water out of the water hole.  How can people believe that we don't have a problem of climate warming after seeing those pictures.  I am so discussed with news programs trying to control the news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our news paper is continuing to print everything possible how climate warming is a hoax.  I can't believe how stupid people are today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12410227-8266536854711725470?l=caregiver2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/feeds/8266536854711725470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12410227&amp;postID=8266536854711725470&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/8266536854711725470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/8266536854711725470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-is-news.html' title='What is News'/><author><name>grandma1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474448465253296860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H7xxJH-_Q1E/SnCaR2zK_qI/AAAAAAAAABw/5qjsphmftDc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12410227.post-4008444462236785067</id><published>2009-12-05T16:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T17:04:31.879-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise</title><content type='html'>I was pleasantly surprised this morning my grandkids and girl friend arrived to help clean house.  I just have to finish putting things away.  It's so difficult to keep things put away.  The house looks so cluttered if anything is out of place.  I took everyone to lunch and that was more expensive than if I had hired someone to clean for me.  E and I worked on the garage I am so pleased to see every thing put away and swept clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billie is coming for the night.  ASCA is having their Christmas Party and we are looking forward to going.  I have several Christmas Parties before I go to NC.  David and I e-mailed back and forth a few minutes ago.  It is really nice to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still trying to get things together to pack.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12410227-4008444462236785067?l=caregiver2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/feeds/4008444462236785067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12410227&amp;postID=4008444462236785067&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/4008444462236785067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/4008444462236785067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/2009/12/surprise.html' title='Surprise'/><author><name>grandma1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474448465253296860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H7xxJH-_Q1E/SnCaR2zK_qI/AAAAAAAAABw/5qjsphmftDc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12410227.post-1598453293393997739</id><published>2009-12-02T22:40:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T23:09:48.119-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Claustrophic</title><content type='html'>If it isn't spelled correct forget it.  I looked in 5 different spelling books and had a friend check her medical books and nobody came up with the correct spelling.  Anyway I wanted to talk about that metal tube called a MRI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A long time ago I read about taking snap shots in time in your life.  When you find yourself in a place that is peaceful and calm,  you take a snapshot for a future time.   I have found myself in a few places like that.  I have  met God in some beautiful surroundings.  I call these my snapshots in time.  When I find myself somewhere I am having trouble with the present,  I retreat to one of my snapshots in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today when I was being pushed into that metal tube I looked for my usual snapshots.  One is a meadow in the San Isabel National  Forest up my San Isabel Lake.  The other one is a rock I sat on over looking a northern New Mexico lake.  Hubby and I had the travel trailer parked not far away and I had spent some time with my Bible on that rock.  I couldn't get either one of them to stay long enough to drown out the banging of the MRI today.  Another snapshot came to mind the cabin at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Glorieta&lt;/span&gt;.  Hubby use to drive the bus and I had dinner ready for the crew. We took the youth  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sking&lt;/span&gt; between Christmas and New Years.  Pat was in college on a track scholarship.  He went along to run in the high air of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Glorieta&lt;/span&gt;.  Pat kept the fire going all day long.  He ran in the morning and again in the afternoon the rest of the time.  We spent in front of the fire.  One day it snowed all day and we watched it snow in front of the fire.  I spent almost and hour in the MRI tube today watching it snow.  It was great!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12410227-1598453293393997739?l=caregiver2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/feeds/1598453293393997739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12410227&amp;postID=1598453293393997739&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/1598453293393997739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/1598453293393997739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/2009/12/claustrophic.html' title='Claustrophic'/><author><name>grandma1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474448465253296860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H7xxJH-_Q1E/SnCaR2zK_qI/AAAAAAAAABw/5qjsphmftDc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12410227.post-692501563355036925</id><published>2009-12-02T12:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T13:08:28.952-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Scare Tactics</title><content type='html'>Oklahoma Senator &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Coburn&lt;/span&gt;  is playing the scare tactics  card.  He wants the seniors to believe if we allow the medical bill to pass we will die sooner.  Maybe by his scaring us to death.  If we have to give up a little of our coverage so what.  We have to get all of the uninsured people covered by medical care.    I'm having trouble getting my ambulance ride from the hospital to rehab covered.  I didn't know I had a choice they called the ambulance I didn't.  If the hospital thought it was necessary why are they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dining&lt;/span&gt; it.  Bruce is into the fight for medical care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat is in a dark funk.  He just needs to get past today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to get ready to go to NC it takes forever to get clothes ready.  I had my MRI today maybe I can get the shots to my back so that the plan trip won't be so bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12410227-692501563355036925?l=caregiver2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/feeds/692501563355036925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12410227&amp;postID=692501563355036925&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/692501563355036925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/692501563355036925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/2009/12/scare-tactics.html' title='Scare Tactics'/><author><name>grandma1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474448465253296860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H7xxJH-_Q1E/SnCaR2zK_qI/AAAAAAAAABw/5qjsphmftDc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12410227.post-4894425680296638787</id><published>2009-11-28T11:24:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T11:52:31.082-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving 1955</title><content type='html'>Thanksgiving 1955 hubby was overs &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;seas&lt;/span&gt;, I was in Pueblo, Colorado with my parents.  The boys were 3 and 2.  Our Thanksgivings &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;al&lt;/span&gt;ways included my Great Aunt Lilly and my fathers cousin Frank.  We called Frank, Uncle Frank so that we wouldn't confuse my boys.  Uncle Frank spent a lot of time with the boys  and me, while hubby was away.  He took us places we couldn't have gone without him.  He went to Church with boys and me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This particular Thanksgiving the weather was beautiful so we went for a ride out to Canon City about 40 miles away.  I think gas was about 25 cents a gallon but Uncle Frank didn't have the money or forgot to check the gas gauge.  We ran out of gas outside of town coming back.  Uncle Frank walked to get gas (no cell phones in 1955).  He came back with gas and we were off only to run out again before we reached the outskirts of town.  We both pooled our money (not much) and we purchased gas again.  I'm sure when we reached my father's house Frank had to ask for money and received a lecture from my Dad about the entire escapade. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if the boys &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;remember&lt;/span&gt; the day but I do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;fondly&lt;/span&gt;.  I really appreciated a old man taking the time to be kind to me and two little boys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12410227-4894425680296638787?l=caregiver2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/feeds/4894425680296638787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12410227&amp;postID=4894425680296638787&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/4894425680296638787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/4894425680296638787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanksgiving-1955.html' title='Thanksgiving 1955'/><author><name>grandma1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474448465253296860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H7xxJH-_Q1E/SnCaR2zK_qI/AAAAAAAAABw/5qjsphmftDc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12410227.post-6714226049565565773</id><published>2009-11-28T11:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T11:23:59.705-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Proud Mama</title><content type='html'>My last post was to read my son's Family and Friends post.  Now I have to direct you to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mainstreambaptists&lt;/span&gt;.org for my other son's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We keep hearing the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;arguments&lt;/span&gt; about abortion and when and how the fetus becomes a soul or has the breath of God inside.  My son has it narrowed down and explains it so easily. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does this side of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;argument&lt;/span&gt; appear instead of the one that the soul begins at inception.  This &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;explanation&lt;/span&gt; makes more sence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mama has to be proud of her boys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12410227-6714226049565565773?l=caregiver2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/feeds/6714226049565565773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12410227&amp;postID=6714226049565565773&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/6714226049565565773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/6714226049565565773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/2009/11/proud-mama.html' title='Proud Mama'/><author><name>grandma1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474448465253296860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H7xxJH-_Q1E/SnCaR2zK_qI/AAAAAAAAABw/5qjsphmftDc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12410227.post-4529306547236736898</id><published>2009-11-22T21:22:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T21:25:07.268-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Son has his bloodpressure up</title><content type='html'>If you haven't read my son's blog please do so.  I couldn't agree with him more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"family and friends.blogspot.com"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12410227-4529306547236736898?l=caregiver2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/feeds/4529306547236736898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12410227&amp;postID=4529306547236736898&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/4529306547236736898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/4529306547236736898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/2009/11/son-has-his-bloodpressure-up.html' title='Son has his bloodpressure up'/><author><name>grandma1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474448465253296860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H7xxJH-_Q1E/SnCaR2zK_qI/AAAAAAAAABw/5qjsphmftDc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12410227.post-875880025982036462</id><published>2009-11-10T09:55:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T11:00:06.195-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Follow up Post</title><content type='html'>I didn't think to identify Cora Allie and Thomas.  They were my grandparents.  My grandmother lived with me all of my life.  She died when Pat was almost two.  She died of heart problems.  Both Hubby and I were &lt;font class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;privileged&lt;/font&gt; enough to have grandmothers in residence.  I suppose this was also a sign of the depression.  Families lived together then.  Hubbies grandmother lived alone when she could.  My grandmother never lived alone.  No &lt;font class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;surprise&lt;/font&gt; that my mother couldn't do it and that I am having trouble learning how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept with my grandmother, she had time to read to me.  It was my greatest pleasure when I could read myself.    She taught me to embroidery when I was five, I still find this a pleasant past time.  She had time to teach me the Lord's Prayer.  She never went  to church that I remember.  She didn't go places alone and my parents didn't attend church.  I was faithfully sent to SS every Sunday.  When Hubby ask me to marry him that was one of the conditions I wanted us to take our kids to church.  One of thing I cherish the most is a little sign that says "Prayer Changes Things" .  This sign always set on her dresser alone with a square cut glass bowl.  I have both of these and they always remind me of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She never told stories you had to ask about things so my memories of her stories are limited.  She told me about seeing them bleed her mother.  He father taking a box that had a still born baby and &lt;font class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;burying&lt;/font&gt; it.  She never talked about her father.  Her baby sister Aunt Lilly was always a part of the family.  Aunt Lilly didn't talk about him either.  She did tell me that he vowed never to speak to Allie again and he didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I think about more I may post about her again.  She was a guiding light in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12410227-875880025982036462?l=caregiver2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/feeds/875880025982036462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12410227&amp;postID=875880025982036462&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/875880025982036462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/875880025982036462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/2009/11/follow-up-post.html' title='Follow up Post'/><author><name>grandma1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474448465253296860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H7xxJH-_Q1E/SnCaR2zK_qI/AAAAAAAAABw/5qjsphmftDc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12410227.post-5727617249102963881</id><published>2009-11-08T20:37:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T22:07:46.421-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Changing role of women</title><content type='html'>Cora Allie 1883-1954  Allie was the oldest child in her family.  There were 2 brothers and a little sister when her mother died.  Allie was 9 years old  when she was told to quit school and take care of the family.  She became an excellent cook.  She made &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;biscuits&lt;/span&gt; that would melt in you mouth.  The stories I heard tell of aunts and uncles coming to visit and expecting her to wait on them also. Another story was that the little brothers couldn't keep a dry bed at night.  Allie was washing clothes on a washboard and doing nightly sheets for her brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allie lived in rural Mississippi she became friends with neighbors down the road.  A relative came to live with them from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Alamba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  His name was Thomas and was an older man.  He had a story following him that he left &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Alamba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; because he had killed a man.  This visitor had killed his brother-in-law by shooting him.  By crossing the state line he escaped the law.  Allie was very attracted to him, he paid attention to her something lacking in her life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thomas had children as old as Allie.  He came on to her and talked her into running away with him.  Allie jumped at the chance to get away from her life taking care of her father's family.  She was all of 17 years old.  She called her husband Mr. all of there married life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allie's father was furious and vowed never to speak to her again.  He kept this vow until he died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allie and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Thomas's&lt;/span&gt; first child was a boy.   He was what was called a blue baby which died after a few months.  This was a sign of heart &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;problems&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allie was under the control of her father and became under the control of her husband.  Allie and Thomas were sharecroppers in Mississippi.  They lived in a wooden shack that was wall papered with newspapers.  Their second child a little girl learned to read  by reading the newspapers on the wall.  Thomas was a Civil War Veteran and died when their daughter was 13 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allie was under her father's control and went to the control of her husband.  Allie didn't have an education and had never been on her own.  She did have a pension as the spouse from the Civil War.  Without a husband she couldn't sharecrop anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allie and her daughter moved to South Texas to live with her oldest brother and his family.  Allie was left without means of support.  While her daughter was in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;high school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; she worked in a local laundry.  While she lived in her brother's house she was under his control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allie's daughter married before she finished &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;high school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  Allie was welcomed into there home and never had to work another day in her life.  Unless you consider sharing  the care of there home and helping take care of there two children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of Allie's life she was under someone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;else's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; control and dependent upon someone else for her support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I understand the fundamental &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;movement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is trying  to reduce women to this kind of lifestyle again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a mere two generations ago, please don't let women be reduced to this lifestyle again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12410227-5727617249102963881?l=caregiver2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/feeds/5727617249102963881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12410227&amp;postID=5727617249102963881&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/5727617249102963881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/5727617249102963881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/2009/11/changing-role-of-women.html' title='Changing role of women'/><author><name>grandma1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474448465253296860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H7xxJH-_Q1E/SnCaR2zK_qI/AAAAAAAAABw/5qjsphmftDc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12410227.post-2068206778949839075</id><published>2009-10-30T17:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T18:23:36.002-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall 1948</title><content type='html'>Football season in Pueblo sunshine was bright on that Saturday afternoon.  Central/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Centennial&lt;/span&gt; football game . Central won and my friend Margie and I were silly with the winning  and up to doing any crazy thing.  The crazy thing was a snake dance going down Broadway Avenue all the way from the stadium to the junction.  Margie and I were in the middle going around cars that we had stopped on Broadway.  One of the stopped cars belonged to my boyfriend Marv.  Marv wanted me to go to the Central/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Centennial&lt;/span&gt; victory dance that night.  Margie had broke up with her long time boyfriend and didn't have a date.  I told Marv I would go if he could get Marge a blind date. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill was the blind date for Marge.  She spent the whole night dragging me into the restroom telling me that Bill couldn't dance and  she wanted to go home.  I spent a lot of the time changing dances with Bill and Marv so that Marge would stay at the dance.  I really liked Bill (boy could he dance).  Bill ask me to go to the ROTC ball with him.  I had to break up with Marv so that my conscience would let me do that.  Marv's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Mormon&lt;/span&gt;  Mom was very happy she didn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;approve&lt;/span&gt; of this little Baptist girl. For the rest of the year Marge and I both dated Bill.  Marge finally went back to her old boyfriend and married him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill joined the Marines that summer and left town.  I dated Bill when he was in town the next two years.  We wrote tons of letters during that time.  During the summer of 1950 Bill was home his little sister had surgery and they gave him leave.  We &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;decided&lt;/span&gt; to get married that summer.  I have already posted that.  My parents and Bill's mother drove to California and were there for our wedding.  I am the only one still alive that was at that wedding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12410227-2068206778949839075?l=caregiver2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/feeds/2068206778949839075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12410227&amp;postID=2068206778949839075&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/2068206778949839075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/2068206778949839075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/2009/10/fall-1948.html' title='Fall 1948'/><author><name>grandma1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474448465253296860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H7xxJH-_Q1E/SnCaR2zK_qI/AAAAAAAAABw/5qjsphmftDc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12410227.post-3253255030684419584</id><published>2009-10-25T11:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T11:31:00.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'>October 26, 1962</title><content type='html'>I had good intentions of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;writing&lt;/span&gt; about my married life, but today's paper listed the importance of this date.  President Kennedy went on TV to tell about the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;missiles&lt;/span&gt; in Cuba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are snapshots of life frozen in time.  This date is one of them, I was PG with Penni and had been to the Doctor and told to walk more.  Bill and I were standing middle of afternoon, in Daddy's music store, watching President Kennedy on TV explain the crisis of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;missiles&lt;/span&gt; in Cuba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Another beautiful sunny fall day outside but scary news about Cuba, which seemed so close at that time.  We knew that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;missiles&lt;/span&gt; had a long range and Colorado would be a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;target&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12410227-3253255030684419584?l=caregiver2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/feeds/3253255030684419584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12410227&amp;postID=3253255030684419584&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/3253255030684419584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/3253255030684419584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/2009/10/october-26-1962.html' title='October 26, 1962'/><author><name>grandma1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474448465253296860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H7xxJH-_Q1E/SnCaR2zK_qI/AAAAAAAAABw/5qjsphmftDc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12410227.post-8528998152726354063</id><published>2009-10-24T15:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T15:35:59.917-05:00</updated><title type='text'>October 24, 1950</title><content type='html'>Beautiful sunny fall day in Southern California.  My parents, Bill's mother and I had traveled by auto to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Barstow&lt;/span&gt; Marine Corp base.  Bill in is marine uniform (good looking guy)  with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;urgency&lt;/span&gt; of the Korean War.  We had traveled to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Barstow&lt;/span&gt; so that Bill and I could be married.  My parents wanted to see the Pacific Ocean.  We traveled to San &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Bernadino&lt;/span&gt; to be married.  We called several Baptist Church's asking for someone to marry us, no one was interested.  Finally one minister ask us to come talk to him.  We spent several minutes talking to him and were getting no where.  We mentioned that we had parents with us and he changed his tone.  Everyone was invited in and a wedding was planned.  We went into the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sanctuary &lt;/span&gt;and were married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we walked out into the bright sun light school was getting out at the elementary school across the street.  We drove on to Los Angeles to spend the night, still not seeing the ocean.  We spent the night at the Admiral Hotel, parents on one floor and Bill and I on another.  We spent the next day trying to find the ocean.  I don't think we ever found the ocean before we had to go back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Barstow&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the first several months of married life in the Mojave Dessert.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12410227-8528998152726354063?l=caregiver2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/feeds/8528998152726354063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12410227&amp;postID=8528998152726354063&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/8528998152726354063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/8528998152726354063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/2009/10/october-24-1950.html' title='October 24, 1950'/><author><name>grandma1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474448465253296860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H7xxJH-_Q1E/SnCaR2zK_qI/AAAAAAAAABw/5qjsphmftDc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12410227.post-274868153257151973</id><published>2009-10-21T15:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T15:58:47.744-05:00</updated><title type='text'>October 21st</title><content type='html'>I tried driving and it didn't work too well.  So I am waiting for a little while.  It is just very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;confining&lt;/span&gt; as I have to ask other people to drive me places.  Annie is taking me to the doctor Friday morning and my real estate  friend Pat is taking me to my hair dresser  in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mat is getting married Sunday afternoon, they brought the boys over last night and I altered their tux.  The oldest boy is skinny, skinny like Pat use to be.  I am anxious for the wedding to be over.  Mat has been so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;busy&lt;/span&gt; we can't get him to finish anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shari is having surgery shortly I have to drive when she comes home from surgery or rehab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24th is my wedding anniversary, I can't help but feeling something about our 59th anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;My friend Helen is celebrating her 50th so that keeps in the fore front of my thinking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12410227-274868153257151973?l=caregiver2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/feeds/274868153257151973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12410227&amp;postID=274868153257151973&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/274868153257151973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/274868153257151973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/2009/10/october-21st.html' title='October 21st'/><author><name>grandma1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474448465253296860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H7xxJH-_Q1E/SnCaR2zK_qI/AAAAAAAAABw/5qjsphmftDc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12410227.post-2976508553561858098</id><published>2009-10-15T23:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T23:41:22.741-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain, Pain and more Pain</title><content type='html'>I am walking up to 20 minutes at a time for the last three days.  I am trying to get stronger but I am doing it in pain.  I am taking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;oxycodone&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;APAP&lt;/span&gt; 5mg-325 mg every 4 hours and I am still in pain most of the day and some of the night.  I am using heat sometimes and cold sometimes this seems to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been going to Unity on Sundays Shari will take me.  I finally have her going &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;regularly&lt;/span&gt;.  I'm not sure she would go if they were meeting any place else.  I managed to go to the covenant group this morning and out to lunch with them.  I need to try and go back to church there, now that Shari is going to Unity by herself.  I will need to get someone to pick me up but I would have to go back to SS and I really dislike that.  Maybe I just have to wait until I can drive myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been hurt that Pat and family have not been more interested in how I am doing.  I don't hear from them at all.  Linda did call this week but I will admit when I need something they are there.  I know that house is a zoo so it is difficult for them to think of any thing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been thinking of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;writ ting&lt;/span&gt; the story of my marriage here, I haven't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;decided&lt;/span&gt; yet.  Pat gave me this award and I was suppose to pass it on but trying to find 15 blogs to pass it on became a chore that I didn't want to do.  Maybe the pain I'm living with makes me crabby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12410227-2976508553561858098?l=caregiver2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/feeds/2976508553561858098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12410227&amp;postID=2976508553561858098&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/2976508553561858098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/2976508553561858098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/2009/10/pain-pain-and-more-pain.html' title='Pain, Pain and more Pain'/><author><name>grandma1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474448465253296860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H7xxJH-_Q1E/SnCaR2zK_qI/AAAAAAAAABw/5qjsphmftDc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12410227.post-267947137304858489</id><published>2009-10-04T23:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T23:38:25.959-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Outing</title><content type='html'>Shari and I went to Unity this morning.  The church went out to lunch afterward.  I managed both church and lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat across from a couple that I just said hello to when I saw them.  I really got to know them.  They were very interesting to talk to.  I just took my pain pills and got through everything alright.  That little church has been very kind and friendly to Shari and I both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt was over yesterday finished making my shower &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;handicapped&lt;/span&gt; friendly.  Kayla cleaned my fish tank out you can tell there is a fish in there now.  Gloria came over later and helped me take a shower.  The way Matt has it fixed I can take a  shower by myself.  Gloria just wants to be here just in case.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12410227-267947137304858489?l=caregiver2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/feeds/267947137304858489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12410227&amp;postID=267947137304858489&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/267947137304858489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/267947137304858489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-first-outing.html' title='My First Outing'/><author><name>grandma1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474448465253296860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H7xxJH-_Q1E/SnCaR2zK_qI/AAAAAAAAABw/5qjsphmftDc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12410227.post-7570762849797767175</id><published>2009-10-01T21:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T21:50:35.159-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One Day at a Time</title><content type='html'>Time is passing swiftly.  One day melts into another.  I have great friends that keep up with me.  Some daily, some every few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gloria was great she came Tuesday and helped me take a shower and wash my hair.  I can't get my hair to do anything but stand straight up on end.  Annie was down and spent a couple of hours. Folding clothes.  I came home to piles of laundry.  I'm so picky about my laundry I wouldn't let anyone do that.  Shari has been doing my shopping.  Gloria came another day and took the meat off of a chicken.  Now I can have sandwiches easily.  Pat has picked up my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;prescriptions&lt;/span&gt; and had them filled.  Melissa came over today and went grocery shopping for me, she took my trash out.  Tomorrow is the pickup day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;prescription&lt;/span&gt; has Tylenol in it.  After two doses I seem to be thinking clearer.  I have also had the strength to start walking in the house.  I hope my night &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;exercises&lt;/span&gt; go better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called to have the paper started  tomorrow.  Maybe I can join the living again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy Carter was 85 today, I hope I look as good as he does at that age and have half the energy he does.  Do I really want to live to 85?   Not with the kind of pain I have been having.  You know the last two doses of pain killer has worked better.  Can this be turning around?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My home PT comes tomorrow we will see how that goes.  She is suppose to help me get around without the walker.  I seem to manage that during the day.  I am a little less certain at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to take my 9 pm meds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12410227-7570762849797767175?l=caregiver2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/feeds/7570762849797767175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12410227&amp;postID=7570762849797767175&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/7570762849797767175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/7570762849797767175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/2009/10/one-day-at-time.html' title='One Day at a Time'/><author><name>grandma1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474448465253296860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H7xxJH-_Q1E/SnCaR2zK_qI/AAAAAAAAABw/5qjsphmftDc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12410227.post-8071193673476477857</id><published>2009-09-27T22:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T23:12:35.399-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Questionable  Blog</title><content type='html'>While I was in rehab they blocked my blog saying it had questionable content.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I didn't know my musings about my life present and past could be considered unacceptable for people to read.  Well, if you are looking for something X rated you are out of luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always before I had Penni to look out for me while I was in the hospital.  This time Pat didn't have any understanding how to keep things even for me.  I have inherited low blood pressure.   I passed this on to my kids as well.  The boys have never been hospitalized so they have never faced this problem.  If my blood pressure was low according to them.  The nursing staff overrode all medical order for pain medication.    The had just used a saw to cut off  my leg in two places to put in the new knee.  No pain &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt; because they decided I had low blood pressure.  By the time I had screamed and yelled because of no pain &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt;.  They took my blood pressure and of course it was up by then, so they gave me my pain &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt;.  Why is it necessary to throw a fit to get pain &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt; that are prescribed for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was in rehab I fought the same battle every time I got a new nurse first thing in the morning.  By the time I was ready to leave I found out how to get my blood pressure up in the morning.  I would get up and walk down the hall and some time get cleaned up and dressed.  That would raise my blood pressure &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;enough&lt;/span&gt; to please the nursing staff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have just used the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;oxycontin&lt;/span&gt; today  I haven't had to use the muscle relaxant.  The muscle stuff makes me goofy.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Melissa&lt;/span&gt; spent the night last night but I'm on my own tonight.  I've been by myself today just had people popping in off and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm home and working on taking care of myself,  I'm going to try and get my pain level down so that I can go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12410227-8071193673476477857?l=caregiver2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/feeds/8071193673476477857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12410227&amp;postID=8071193673476477857&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/8071193673476477857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/8071193673476477857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/2009/09/questionable-blog.html' title='Questionable  Blog'/><author><name>grandma1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474448465253296860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H7xxJH-_Q1E/SnCaR2zK_qI/AAAAAAAAABw/5qjsphmftDc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12410227.post-3568779261761694858</id><published>2009-09-09T14:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T15:05:30.351-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My profession of Faith</title><content type='html'>My boys are blogging about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ancient&lt;/span&gt; history my story is really ancient.  For some reason my Mother went to church with my friend Margie and I.  This was very unusual.  I was always taken to SS and picked up afterwards.   I was asking questions about joining Church but no one really explained how to be saved to me. ( My grandmother helped me memorize the Lord's Prayer.  I think about her every Sunday when we say it.)   Anyway it was Easter Sunday and when the invitation was given my Mother ask me if I wanted to go down.  So my friend Margie and I went down.  I was just joining the church and I had no idea what it was really about.  So and I baptized at the age of 11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was about 15 or 16 I went to a church camp.  I talked another girl at church in going with me.  No one in the church was very interested in us going.  One of the other mothers took us to camp but we didn't have a ride home.  I had to call and get my folks to come after us.  Mother fussed the whole way.  Sunday was the only day they had off from the shop and I had interferred with it.  I think I really understood what being saved ment at that camp.  Where the camp was located was beautiful.  I don't remember what the name of it was or where it was located.  Somewhere around Denver in the mountains and the dirt single lane road through the pine was beautiful.  Too bad Mother couldn't see the scenery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Hubby ask me to marry him I told him I definate ideas about how a family should be.  We should say grace before meals and we would take kids to church not send them.  Hubby told me that was find with him, he liked those ideas.  He was sent to church too, on a church bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby went off the base and joined the closest Baptist church because I was a Baptist.  Well, I was baptized in a American Baptist Church and Hubby joined a Southern Baptist Church.  We didn't understand the difference in those days.  Hubby and I took a lot of Sunday night courses in what it means to be a Baptist.  Some of the books that I used in teaching my boys came from those classes.  Including the little red book "The Trail of Blood" that Bruce referrs to alot.  That was in California.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to Colorado when the boys were little we went to Denver to some kind of meeting.  It was held in a Jewish Synagogue or a building that had been one.  They played "I Surrender All" and I think that Hubby and I both surrendered all, at that time.  I can't sing that hymn without seeing that church and crying a little.  I really feel like that was when I was saved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as you can see God was working in my life for a lot of years before that time.  I just had to understand and really surrender and surrender is a hard thing for me to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12410227-3568779261761694858?l=caregiver2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/feeds/3568779261761694858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12410227&amp;postID=3568779261761694858&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/3568779261761694858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/3568779261761694858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-profession-of-faith.html' title='My profession of Faith'/><author><name>grandma1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474448465253296860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H7xxJH-_Q1E/SnCaR2zK_qI/AAAAAAAAABw/5qjsphmftDc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12410227.post-8686021894174000810</id><published>2009-09-04T20:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T20:55:46.324-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Scenes from the Past</title><content type='html'>Shopping in the Rio Rancho Target I ran into the youngest daughter of Minister at Mt Zion.  Hubby and I were helping with this church when he came down with ALZ.  Our lives have been combined with them for years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The summer Penni was about 12 she was too old for a baby sister and too young to leave alone.  I hired the Cates  oldest daughter to stay with her.  Maria started out making doll clothes with Penni.  They moved on the clothes for Penni.   Maria needed to help teach in Vacation Bible school in various churches around town.  Penni went to school with them.  I think we went to 4 graduation nights for the schools.  It was fun to see that little blond in the middle of all those black little faces.  Penni spent a lot of time with Annie, she is a couple of years older than Penni.  She didn't know that Penni had passed away.  Annie lost her mother to breast cancer the winter before Penni got sick.  Annie's mother was so talented she could make the piano sing.  Jo and I were very good friends.  She called me from the hospital before she died I wasn't at home.  Her phone didn't get disconnected,  I could hear the family talking to her.  I have always been unhappy that I didn't get to talk to her that last time.  I don't know what she wanted to tell me.&lt;br /&gt;Pastor Cates died a little while before Hubby did.  Annie has two more littles ones that I didn't know about.  I want to spend some time with Annie but when I see one of Penni's friends all I can do is cry.  Annie has had a lot of death in her family too.  I would like to try to be some comfort to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The summer Pat was the youth leader at one of our local churchs he gathered up some of the Cates girls.  Queenie could play the piano like her mother.  Just younger were the twin that were the life of any party.  Pat gathered the girls up to help him with the youth group.  He needed someone to play the piano for him.  From the reports of the time they spent together it was fun.  He still talks about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cates had 6 girls and Annie was the youngest and had a terrific voice.  She said she hasn't sang sence her mother died.  Just as soon as I get home from having this knee done I'm going to call and see if we can get together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12410227-8686021894174000810?l=caregiver2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/feeds/8686021894174000810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12410227&amp;postID=8686021894174000810&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/8686021894174000810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/8686021894174000810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/2009/09/scenes-from-past.html' title='Scenes from the Past'/><author><name>grandma1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474448465253296860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H7xxJH-_Q1E/SnCaR2zK_qI/AAAAAAAAABw/5qjsphmftDc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12410227.post-2392225573581368954</id><published>2009-08-27T09:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T10:36:49.098-05:00</updated><title type='text'>August 26, 1953</title><content type='html'>56 years ago I remember this day but I can't remember the 25&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;.  Hubby and I had to go to the hospital in the middle of the night.  Labor always starts at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second son was born this day 56 years ago.  This child started the tradition of the name Milton for my father. My father was the last of his line, no one carried his name on.  We now have the third generation of Milton's as there middle name.  My newest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;greatgran&lt;/span&gt; is the fourth generation that I know of with the first name of William.  Hubby would be thrilled at the expansion of our offspring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  They had a virus in breast feeding women in the base hospital.   No one was suppose to nurse their babies.  I complained loudly and said I would go home immediately if not allowed to breast feed.  I had to stay in my room and Pat was brought to me.  I got to leave early because I wouldn't back down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father and mother were there for the event.  My father took my oldest son on his first fishing trip, while I was in the hospital.  He was the only one to catch a fish that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had graduated Bruce to a twin bed so that the baby could have the crib.  Bruce was use to sleeping in his own room.  We put the crib in our room for the baby.  Every morning when we woke up Bruce was under the crib asleep.  Thank heavens it was summer in the south, he didn't get cold.  We solved this problem by putting the crib and the baby in Bruce's room.  He was perfectly happy to sleep in his bed after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the mother of two the summer I was 21.  Hubby brought me the gardenia  off of the bush under own bedroom window.  I received my first gardenia when I was 9 and went to something with my parents.  This was my second and last one, beautiful flowers but the scent is overwhelming.  I am now the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;greatgran&lt;/span&gt; of 4 the summer I am 77.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I way off the subject of 56 years ago but I do remember &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of that summer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12410227-2392225573581368954?l=caregiver2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/feeds/2392225573581368954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12410227&amp;postID=2392225573581368954&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/2392225573581368954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/2392225573581368954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/2009/08/august-26-1953.html' title='August 26, 1953'/><author><name>grandma1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474448465253296860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H7xxJH-_Q1E/SnCaR2zK_qI/AAAAAAAAABw/5qjsphmftDc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12410227.post-2247526670481703992</id><published>2009-08-27T09:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T09:54:05.337-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12410227-2247526670481703992?l=caregiver2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/feeds/2247526670481703992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12410227&amp;postID=2247526670481703992&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/2247526670481703992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/2247526670481703992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post_27.html' title=''/><author><name>grandma1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474448465253296860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H7xxJH-_Q1E/SnCaR2zK_qI/AAAAAAAAABw/5qjsphmftDc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12410227.post-3505379764249697917</id><published>2009-08-21T11:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T11:48:22.028-05:00</updated><title type='text'>End of Life Counseling</title><content type='html'>How great it would have been if a doctor had provided this information.  After hearing about a Living Will at a Senior Center.  I spent about $200. getting the information from a senior attorney. While in Texas I tried to get the same information about Texas laws.  I was told the going rate was $2,000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby and I did our Living Wills in 1996 that is when they were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;notarized&lt;/span&gt;.  Mother had one and it worked very well, her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hos pics&lt;/span&gt; left a lot to be desired.  Hubby had a young oriental female doctor in Baylor.  When she talked to Penni and I about his cancer.  She explained our two options letting the cancer take control.  We could have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hospice&lt;/span&gt; and his pain would be controlled.  The other option was chemo, Penni had just finished another round of chemo.  She didn't want her father to have to go through that.  The chemo would extend his life about 2 months.  We oped for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hospice&lt;/span&gt; and found a great one.  Pat spent the 6 weeks with me while hubby was on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hospice&lt;/span&gt; and Penni was close by and spent as much time as her cancer would allow her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penni went down hill after her father died.  She never went back to work.  She oped for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;palliative&lt;/span&gt; care which was great.  Her hubby being a paramedic and her mother-in-law a nurse she had great care.  She lived almost a year in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;palliative&lt;/span&gt; care in which Dallas Morning News recorded the time.  We had a photographer which became part of the family.  The Dallas Morning news has a great series of articles about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;palliative&lt;/span&gt; care.  Other patients besides Penni.  Penni was the corner stone and made the articles real and showed how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;palliative&lt;/span&gt; care can help in the last days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in the process of up dating my Living Will and Will.  I still feel the same way I did in 1996.  I saw it work for hubby and for Penni.  There are worse things in life than death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Obama&lt;/span&gt; has taken the counseling out of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;healthcare&lt;/span&gt; bill and I am disappointed.  How much nicer for our doctor to explain the options like the doctor in Baylor did than to have to pay an attorney for the same information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher Union Retiree's group called and ask me to work for them to help get the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;healthcare&lt;/span&gt; bill passed.  Because I am having surgery I couldn't but I agreed to volunteer.  I have been volunteering 3 days a week 4 to 6 PM phone banking.  I don't know if I am doing any good but I am trying.  Most of the people I have talked to are in favor of the government option.  Why is the media giving so much attention to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;crazies&lt;/span&gt; at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;townhall&lt;/span&gt; meetings.  I am going to try to get into our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;townhall&lt;/span&gt; meeting Saturday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12410227-3505379764249697917?l=caregiver2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/feeds/3505379764249697917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12410227&amp;postID=3505379764249697917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/3505379764249697917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/3505379764249697917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/2009/08/end-of-life-counseling.html' title='End of Life Counseling'/><author><name>grandma1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474448465253296860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H7xxJH-_Q1E/SnCaR2zK_qI/AAAAAAAAABw/5qjsphmftDc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12410227.post-6254115568526002830</id><published>2009-08-15T12:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T13:13:21.432-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reach Our and Touch</title><content type='html'>Reach out and touch was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;slogan &lt;/span&gt;for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;commer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ial&lt;/span&gt;.  I couldn't help but feel that way when I got to talk to M today.  She is almost all the way across the country.  We had a good chat about her new home.  Her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;room&lt;/span&gt; is blue but she would prefer pink.  All her pretty white furniture looks good in her new bedroom.  They took her piano the (one I sold piano's to buy.)  I hope she learns to play it.  They took &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Tigger&lt;/span&gt; but not Ginger, her cats.  I hope they found a good home for Ginger.  Grandma G took her dog and cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is enrolled in school and has homework already.  She has met some new friends, sounds like most of them are boys.  She knows their names and their dogs name.  She ask me about my dog and my fish .  She named the fish and I had forgot his name.  His name is Red.  She thinks he needs company.  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;explained&lt;/span&gt; he would eat any other  fish I put in there.  He is a beta fighting fish.&lt;br /&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;When you receive a letter it is like getting a piece of that person, that you can hold. Hearing and carrying on a conversation  is like seeing the person face to face.  I know they have that ability today.  I need to investigate the video cams that let you get on line.  You can talk and see the person at the same time. I have a friend who has invested  in one to talk to her grans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to mention the fact that I have a new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;greatgran&lt;/span&gt;.  His name is William Joseph.  He is the 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; generation that I know of  whose first name is William.  We have 4 generations with the name Milton.  I am thinking of a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;scrape book&lt;/span&gt; showing these generations in our family.  I have a lot of projects lined up for the time I am laid up with surgery.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12410227-6254115568526002830?l=caregiver2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/feeds/6254115568526002830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12410227&amp;postID=6254115568526002830&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/6254115568526002830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/6254115568526002830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/2009/08/reach-our-and-touch.html' title='Reach Our and Touch'/><author><name>grandma1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474448465253296860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H7xxJH-_Q1E/SnCaR2zK_qI/AAAAAAAAABw/5qjsphmftDc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12410227.post-3279216655587667614</id><published>2009-08-10T10:29:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T11:49:39.915-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Former President Jimmy Carter</title><content type='html'>My trip to Oklahoma was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fantastic&lt;/span&gt; the highlight, of course, was lunch with former President Jimmy Carter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I flew to Oklahoma City Wednesday, Bruce picked me up at the airport.  I had a relaxing time watching TV, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;exploring&lt;/span&gt; the hotel, and reading.  I had a early night and spent Thursday morning with K at her hospital.  She needed a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ekg&lt;/span&gt; and I went with her.  When we returned to the hotel Pat and family were just arriving.  We got them settled and registered, attending the first session of Building Bridges of New Baptist Covenant.  We ate dinner at a local Sonic.  Tried to go the evening session the music was loud &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;drums&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;guitars&lt;/span&gt;.  That wouldn't have been so bad but the sound system was so loud that my head was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;throbbing&lt;/span&gt;  with a headache and that turned to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;nausea&lt;/span&gt;.  The speakers were great and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; missed hearing some of them.  I had to retire to my room with more pain pills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday morning started off with breakfast with Texas Baptist &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Committed&lt;/span&gt; and Mainstream Baptists.  Great speakers.  Morning session was on race relations a terrific video followed by a panel discussion which was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;exultant&lt;/span&gt;.  I started back to the room  to change clothes for the luncheon.  I was met in the hall by several men in suits that wasn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;unusual&lt;/span&gt; but the dog was.  No one looked blind so why the dog.  Finally it dawn on me that it was the secret service checking out the hotel.  Lunch was great, I sat at a table with the Indian American Baptist preachers and spouses of Oklahoma.  What a great discussion with them.   I learned so much about a woman preacher not only struggling with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;prejudice&lt;/span&gt; of Baptist but also Kiowa's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;against&lt;/span&gt; woman in that role.  They were all great fans of Tony &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Hillerman&lt;/span&gt; so we had a lot in common.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When President Carter entered the room he had to shake hands with every one.   When I told him my name his responds was "that's a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;famous&lt;/span&gt; name".  He had been in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;correspondence&lt;/span&gt; with Bruce about the meeting for  months, so of course he was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;familiar&lt;/span&gt; with the name.  (Hubby would had been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;trilled.&lt;/span&gt;)    After lunch and his speaking we all had our picture taken with him.   Bruce is suppose to send it to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The afternoon meeting was terrific with President Carter speaking and the place was packed.  I understand some people left after he spoke, but the rest of the program was great.   We had dinner at a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Arby's&lt;/span&gt; and returned for the last evening session.  The St. John's Baptist Church's black choir was great there preacher, preached and that took me back to the days of Mt. Zion here in Albuquerque.   After the meeting I spoke to the minister and he was a friend of our pastor at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Mt&lt;/span&gt; Zion Rev. Dr. Frank &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Cates&lt;/span&gt; which is now deceased.  I also meet some friends with the western &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;CBF&lt;/span&gt; that hubby and use to attend regularly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We managed to have breakfast with Bruce and K early Saturday morning before everybody had to rush off in all directions.  We loaded up and left early and had a pleasant drive toward NM.  The old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;windstar&lt;/span&gt; was loaded to the gills but purred down the highway like it was new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spend the night in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Tumucari&lt;/span&gt;,  I thought we were stopping &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; early but when I got out of the van I couldn't stand up.   I was glad for the evening and night of  just resting before we drove on in to Albuquerque.  We stopped at a truck stop on the way and ran into our Lt Governor.  I have known her for years, I didn't hesitate to chat with her a few minutes.  She, her hubby and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;grandaughter&lt;/span&gt; had been to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Tumucari&lt;/span&gt;.  I did get a chance to introduce her to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;grandaughter&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The early day home was a treat to get settled and check up on the e-mails, phone calls and mail.&lt;br /&gt;Now I have to get serious about getting ready for this surgery.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12410227-3279216655587667614?l=caregiver2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/feeds/3279216655587667614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12410227&amp;postID=3279216655587667614&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/3279216655587667614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/3279216655587667614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/2009/08/former-president-jimmy-carter.html' title='Former President Jimmy Carter'/><author><name>grandma1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474448465253296860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H7xxJH-_Q1E/SnCaR2zK_qI/AAAAAAAAABw/5qjsphmftDc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12410227.post-4757442666915461380</id><published>2009-08-10T10:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T10:29:47.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12410227-4757442666915461380?l=caregiver2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/feeds/4757442666915461380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12410227&amp;postID=4757442666915461380&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/4757442666915461380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/4757442666915461380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>grandma1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474448465253296860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H7xxJH-_Q1E/SnCaR2zK_qI/AAAAAAAAABw/5qjsphmftDc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12410227.post-452687625528629825</id><published>2009-07-29T13:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T13:06:33.897-05:00</updated><title type='text'>RICHIE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H7xxJH-_Q1E/SnCPlOX7_lI/AAAAAAAAABo/M4l-tdDhp5M/s1600-h/scrapebook+richie+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H7xxJH-_Q1E/SnCPlOX7_lI/AAAAAAAAABo/M4l-tdDhp5M/s400/scrapebook+richie+002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363945025874689618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12410227-452687625528629825?l=caregiver2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/feeds/452687625528629825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12410227&amp;postID=452687625528629825&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/452687625528629825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/452687625528629825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/2009/07/richie_29.html' title='RICHIE'/><author><name>grandma1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474448465253296860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H7xxJH-_Q1E/SnCaR2zK_qI/AAAAAAAAABw/5qjsphmftDc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H7xxJH-_Q1E/SnCPlOX7_lI/AAAAAAAAABo/M4l-tdDhp5M/s72-c/scrapebook+richie+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12410227.post-6956767028310509219</id><published>2009-07-29T12:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T13:03:37.991-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Richie</title><content type='html'>Richie was here for a whole month.  Most of the time he slept at my house.  It was strange to be woke up by his hitting me with the newspaper.    He was always in a hurry to go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;VBS&lt;/span&gt; or have breakfast.  He really like the pastry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;popups&lt;/span&gt; I have been eating lately.  He really enjoyed eating his breakfast out on the patio to watch the balloons.  We become so use to seeing the balloon we forget to be in awe of them.  Aunt Melissa watched the full moon come up with us.  He wanted that experience every night.  It was really great to see life through his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We worry about what his life is going to be after he goes back.  We don't know what his family life will be like.  He was very anxious to go back to see his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;stepdad&lt;/span&gt; and his little brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richie wanted picture to take home with him.  I took picture on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;digital &lt;/span&gt;camera.  I'm not a great photographer.  Hubby took all the picture in the family.  I down loaded them on the computer and printed them out on my printer.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Richies&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;stepmom&lt;/span&gt; helped me put a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;scrapbook&lt;/span&gt; together for him to take back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12410227-6956767028310509219?l=caregiver2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/feeds/6956767028310509219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12410227&amp;postID=6956767028310509219&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/6956767028310509219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/6956767028310509219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/2009/07/richie.html' title='Richie'/><author><name>grandma1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474448465253296860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H7xxJH-_Q1E/SnCaR2zK_qI/AAAAAAAAABw/5qjsphmftDc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12410227.post-4172052705458379514</id><published>2009-07-20T17:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T18:06:40.207-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is not fair</title><content type='html'>I have been sick off and on for the past week.  I have had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;diarrhea&lt;/span&gt; off and on.  This has left me so weak that I am having trouble.  I manage to get my self something to eat and keep myself.  Clean and comfortable but sitting on the couch watching TV is for the birds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to run a couple of errands today but my ability to walk very far is limited.  The shopping cart at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Walgreen's&lt;/span&gt; helped for awhile but that even wasn't enough of a help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to turn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sweetpea&lt;/span&gt; from coming for a week tomorrow.  I just couldn't take care of her as well as myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richie went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;VBS&lt;/span&gt; today for the first time he seemed to have a good time.  He was a little scared because he didn't know anyone.  He seemed a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hesitate&lt;/span&gt; with me leaving him at Daddy's today maybe the fact he had to stay over there for several days while I was so sick.  We have fun at night we give the flowers a drink.  He has an evening bath he seems to love.  The bubbles and he is even getting into the splashing.  He has to have a snack before he goes to bed.  He seems to have a hollow leg.  He is so skinny just like his dad and grandad.  I know he is getting enough to eat he just wants something every few hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so sorry we get to see so little of him.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Sweetpea&lt;/span&gt; wanted to be here while he was so haven't seen him in so long.  I have been so depressed that I had to tell &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;sweetpea&lt;/span&gt; she couldn't come.  I want to see her so much.  Life just isn't fair and the last two years have been just too much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12410227-4172052705458379514?l=caregiver2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/feeds/4172052705458379514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12410227&amp;postID=4172052705458379514&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/4172052705458379514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/4172052705458379514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/2009/07/life-is-not-fair.html' title='Life is not fair'/><author><name>grandma1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474448465253296860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H7xxJH-_Q1E/SnCaR2zK_qI/AAAAAAAAABw/5qjsphmftDc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12410227.post-1643431034907324123</id><published>2009-07-15T22:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T22:28:20.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Now I need to RANT</title><content type='html'>I set up a nice afternoon, evening, all night and half of the next day at my favorite B and B www. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;arrowsridge&lt;/span&gt;.com.  for my investment club.  Everything went pretty well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;in spite&lt;/span&gt; of a few members whose &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hubby's&lt;/span&gt;  couldn't stay off the phone.  Once to tell them when we arrived and when we were leaving was enough, but one guy was on the phone every hour today wanting us to come home.  We had gone up in her van  of course.  So she decided to change the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lunch&lt;/span&gt; menu and rush us out of the place she had her luggage loaded before we could finish our hurry up lunch.  Then we went to Santa Fe and spent and hour looking for a Dollar Tree she had to go to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the first day she had to tell us verbatim about her cruise to Alaska she just took.  Today all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;conversation&lt;/span&gt; was about her planned trip to the miles long yard sale she was planning.  I am beginning to think she doesn't have a thought in her head accept, what she has done or what she is going to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never again, will I go on a trip with her or subject myself to more than the once a month club meeting in fact I am thinking about leaving that group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I left to go to Texas the conversation at the club use to be intelligent.  This woman use to own a business has she become so self centered &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;since&lt;/span&gt; she  retired?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12410227-1643431034907324123?l=caregiver2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/feeds/1643431034907324123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12410227&amp;postID=1643431034907324123&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/1643431034907324123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/1643431034907324123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/2009/07/now-i-need-to-rant.html' title='Now I need to RANT'/><author><name>grandma1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474448465253296860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H7xxJH-_Q1E/SnCaR2zK_qI/AAAAAAAAABw/5qjsphmftDc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12410227.post-7126317470935975154</id><published>2009-07-06T10:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T10:35:53.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Grans</title><content type='html'>With two new great grans this year and another expected.  My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;descendants&lt;/span&gt; are increasing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;privilege&lt;/span&gt; of the oldest one Richie of staying with me.  His &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;grandparents&lt;/span&gt; house is overflowing with people and the new baby.  Richie has been sleeping at my house.  He spends the day with his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;grandparents&lt;/span&gt; and his Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His latest job is giving the plants a drink.  With the sun and heat we have had, my few pots are suffering in fact some of them have died.  Last night Shari was over while we were giving the plants a drink so so.  Richie decided it was hot enough for a water fight.  We all got soaked his shoes are still not dry.  He had so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will keep you updated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12410227-7126317470935975154?l=caregiver2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/feeds/7126317470935975154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12410227&amp;postID=7126317470935975154&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/7126317470935975154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/7126317470935975154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/2009/07/great-grans.html' title='Great Grans'/><author><name>grandma1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474448465253296860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H7xxJH-_Q1E/SnCaR2zK_qI/AAAAAAAAABw/5qjsphmftDc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12410227.post-3676075523034401616</id><published>2009-06-29T09:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T09:25:38.081-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Final Resting Place</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H7xxJH-_Q1E/SkjOxqQPIoI/AAAAAAAAABg/bQ82OB6G1fc/s1600-h/IM000578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H7xxJH-_Q1E/SkjOxqQPIoI/AAAAAAAAABg/bQ82OB6G1fc/s400/IM000578.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352755509681136258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12410227-3676075523034401616?l=caregiver2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/feeds/3676075523034401616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12410227&amp;postID=3676075523034401616&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/3676075523034401616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/3676075523034401616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/2009/06/final-resting-place.html' title='Final Resting Place'/><author><name>grandma1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474448465253296860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H7xxJH-_Q1E/SnCaR2zK_qI/AAAAAAAAABw/5qjsphmftDc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H7xxJH-_Q1E/SkjOxqQPIoI/AAAAAAAAABg/bQ82OB6G1fc/s72-c/IM000578.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12410227.post-6556637779354346887</id><published>2009-06-29T08:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T09:07:41.028-05:00</updated><title type='text'>She is Laid to Rest</title><content type='html'>There were 10 of us gathered together to spread her ashes.  The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;daisies&lt;/span&gt; were just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt; to  bloom as we spread her ashes among them at the foot of a cross.  It was peaceful with the bench just a little ways away.  There is a lovely plague with her name and a nice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;inspiration&lt;/span&gt; on it.  Her big brother had a few words to say, they were hard for him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like this was the only funeral she had but I know she would have liked it.  She is where she ask to be just a few steps away from where she was married.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12410227-6556637779354346887?l=caregiver2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/feeds/6556637779354346887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12410227&amp;postID=6556637779354346887&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/6556637779354346887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/6556637779354346887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/2009/06/she-is-laid-to-rest.html' title='She is Laid to Rest'/><author><name>grandma1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474448465253296860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H7xxJH-_Q1E/SnCaR2zK_qI/AAAAAAAAABw/5qjsphmftDc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12410227.post-8382410422558461161</id><published>2009-06-25T09:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T10:04:57.595-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Family reunion</title><content type='html'>I am looking forward to having the family together.  Such a sad time but I am really looking forward to most of the family being there.  We  will be missing some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;grandkids&lt;/span&gt; and great grans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally finished the slip covers for the breakfast nook.  What a job that turned out to be.  I also realized that if I tackled another sewing project I would have to invest in a new sewing machine.  The machine I am sewing on was purchased when I was expecting my second son, 56 years ago. If my friend Annie had not helped me I would never have finished them.  I am trying to think of a gift for her for  helping so much.  That is true friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just trying to clean house put everything away so that I can have company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dear friend is retiring from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;APS&lt;/span&gt;, her retirement party is June 30.  Another friend  is coming from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Farmington&lt;/span&gt; for the party.  She will be staying with me.  I hope she will stay long enough that Annie and I can spend some time with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will tell you about our trip to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Glorieta&lt;/span&gt; later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12410227-8382410422558461161?l=caregiver2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/feeds/8382410422558461161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12410227&amp;postID=8382410422558461161&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/8382410422558461161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/8382410422558461161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/2009/06/family-reunion.html' title='Family reunion'/><author><name>grandma1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474448465253296860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H7xxJH-_Q1E/SnCaR2zK_qI/AAAAAAAAABw/5qjsphmftDc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12410227.post-4747415769601169222</id><published>2009-06-17T10:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T10:14:32.630-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1Corinthians 12:12-26</title><content type='html'>Am I trying to be the head and not concerned about the rest of the body?  The neighborhood bully has just challenged me.  Lead or get out of the way and let him lead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know I was trying to lead just get some interest in getting a neighborhood association started again.  He is spreading &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;vicious&lt;/span&gt; lies about the former head of the association.  Lies that would crush her if she heard them.  She is my best friend and I know the rumors have just enough truth in them to be destroying to her.  The only person who could vouch for the truth is dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to just step out of the way and let him at it.  I could care less, but these lies that he has started are just going to continue to grow.  How do you stop rumors they just spread like wildfire.  I am sure if I allow him full reign what kind of lies will he spread about me? What kind of lies is he starting?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12410227-4747415769601169222?l=caregiver2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/feeds/4747415769601169222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12410227&amp;postID=4747415769601169222&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/4747415769601169222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/4747415769601169222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/2009/06/1corinthians-1212-26.html' title='1Corinthians 12:12-26'/><author><name>grandma1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474448465253296860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H7xxJH-_Q1E/SnCaR2zK_qI/AAAAAAAAABw/5qjsphmftDc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12410227.post-6081465243183080167</id><published>2009-06-14T21:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T21:59:45.771-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Home</title><content type='html'>What a busy 72 hours.  My weekend of quiet spiritual retreat turned into a very active, busy 72 hours.  It is almost impossible to describe, it would take a book to try to give you all of the details. Needless to say it was not what I expected.  They say no one arrives there by accident.  The most unlikely group of women from all walks of life, all age groups, all colors and all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;denominations&lt;/span&gt;. I would never have thought  you could take 30 women the pilgrims and make them into a spiritual group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The planing and the logistics were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;staggering&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were only about 2 miles from home but what a trip down memory lane.  The catholic high school campus use to be a small catholic college.  42 years ago hubby was the night security there while he finished college to become a teacher. Bruce went to college there.   Penni and I use to take hubby supper and spend the evenings on the campus.  There was nothing but prairie from the college to Cental about 5 miles and nothing the other way either.  The campus sits on the edge of a bluff over the river.  The little chapel was in the back of the building overlooking the river, city and mountains in the background.  Early morning gave us a view of the few balloons up and drifting over the river and city.  We saw the run rise over the mountain and the evening lights were spectacular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the time I could see us viewing the same landscape 42 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure how these hours changed me but I certainly felt loved and cared for.  For the first time in a long time.  My family is not great on showing there feeling and emotions.  I quess I raised them that way.  The last day we were given a packet of letters from people who had been praying for us during the retreat.  People from church, my sponser, friends and family.  I recieved a letter from Pat that had me in tear from the rest of the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you more about it later but for now it is enough to say that I left feeling special and very loved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12410227-6081465243183080167?l=caregiver2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/feeds/6081465243183080167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12410227&amp;postID=6081465243183080167&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/6081465243183080167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/6081465243183080167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-home.html' title='I&apos;m Home'/><author><name>grandma1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474448465253296860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H7xxJH-_Q1E/SnCaR2zK_qI/AAAAAAAAABw/5qjsphmftDc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12410227.post-889874928748453899</id><published>2009-06-11T13:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T13:45:48.078-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Old problem rears it ugly head.</title><content type='html'>I have been trying to get our neighborhood association back up and running.&lt;br /&gt;I was plugging along on it trying to get several of the homeowners association in the area to get involved.  I was also trying to get a e-mail address set up and a mail box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three of us have met several times and decided to change the name of the association so that non of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;baggage&lt;/span&gt; from the old association would follow us.  We made some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;progress&lt;/span&gt; with the suggestions of another association.  We added plastic to our sign so that some dear little one didn't rearrange the letters on the sign.  They also suggested how to get a mail box that didn't cost us anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A former member ask to be included in any of the future plans.  I didn't answer his e-mails as we had not planned any other meetings until of the three returned to the state.  This former member had caused trouble before he insisted on his way and would not listen to what the group wanted to do.  Because I had not answered his e-mail he contacted one of the persons that had helped us with suggestions in the past.  This trouble maker from the pasted &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;deiced&lt;/span&gt; to try another way of forcing his way in.  He told a pack of lies and was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;successful&lt;/span&gt; in causing trouble. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have graciously included him in the next meeting.  The fact was on the same day he tried to force the issue.  I received information from the doctor they won't do both of my knees at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sametime&lt;/span&gt;.  One at a time starting in September that will take 4 to 5 weeks recoup and then we would look at the next one.  The ties me up for the next 6 to 8 months.  I can't take on the heading   this project.  Someone else will have to take the lead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;accused&lt;/span&gt; to standing in the way of this individual who wants to head up the project.  What I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;curious&lt;/span&gt; about is why he hadn't started the process in the last two years before I came back.  Nobody was standing in his way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I assume that he only wants someone else to do all the work and then he wants to run it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I had to get this rant off my chest before this weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12410227-889874928748453899?l=caregiver2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/feeds/889874928748453899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12410227&amp;postID=889874928748453899&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/889874928748453899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/889874928748453899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/2009/06/old-problem-rears-it-ugly-head.html' title='Old problem rears it ugly head.'/><author><name>grandma1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474448465253296860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H7xxJH-_Q1E/SnCaR2zK_qI/AAAAAAAAABw/5qjsphmftDc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12410227.post-3654972392095998273</id><published>2009-06-11T13:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T13:24:37.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Road to Emmaus</title><content type='html'>I have been invited to a weekend retreat called the Road to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Emmaus&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;I leave tonight and will be gone until Sunday afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really excited to see what this is all about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12410227-3654972392095998273?l=caregiver2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/feeds/3654972392095998273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12410227&amp;postID=3654972392095998273&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/3654972392095998273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/3654972392095998273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/2009/06/road-to-emmaus.html' title='Road to Emmaus'/><author><name>grandma1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474448465253296860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H7xxJH-_Q1E/SnCaR2zK_qI/AAAAAAAAABw/5qjsphmftDc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12410227.post-7681067286537722481</id><published>2009-06-06T20:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T21:25:53.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saint Miquel Fiesta</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure I spelled the name correctly. I spent the day at this little Catholic Church up by &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Glorieta&lt;/span&gt;. We started the morning with a Mariachi Mass, followed by a morning of bingo. I had a Frito Pie the chili was hot but so good. We walked around looking at all the booths, visiting with friends and relatives of my friends the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sandovals&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a surprise to see a fellow &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;APS&lt;/span&gt; secretary a friend of 15 years ago. We enjoyed catching up about all the years in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went up to the bed and breakfast for several more hours of visiting with the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am anxious for all my family to see this beautiful place. Hubby loved it so much he took lots of pictures some of the last ones were &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;panarama &lt;/span&gt;of the terrific view from the bluff in front of the B and B.  If you want to see for yourself try &lt;a href="http://www.arrowsridge.com/"&gt;www.arrowsridge.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12410227-7681067286537722481?l=caregiver2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/feeds/7681067286537722481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12410227&amp;postID=7681067286537722481&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/7681067286537722481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/7681067286537722481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/2009/06/saint-miquel-fiesta.html' title='Saint Miquel Fiesta'/><author><name>grandma1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474448465253296860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H7xxJH-_Q1E/SnCaR2zK_qI/AAAAAAAAABw/5qjsphmftDc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12410227.post-4890951094302506616</id><published>2009-06-01T11:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T11:55:24.497-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baptists</title><content type='html'>Once a Baptist always a Baptist I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;guess&lt;/span&gt;.  The front page of our paper shows a picture of large bells to be placed on towers here in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Albuquerque&lt;/span&gt;.  The bells are great they even ring in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt; keys one is C another in A sharp.  I can see the Catholic Bishop blessing them but they went a step too far.  They baptists the bells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry my Baptist back ground  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;raised&lt;/span&gt; the hair on the back of neck.   As I understand baptism it is a sign that the person has died to there old self and has been given a new self  in likeness to Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does a bell died to its old self and be given a new life in Christ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a crazy post but maybe my post gets my point across.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12410227-4890951094302506616?l=caregiver2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/feeds/4890951094302506616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12410227&amp;postID=4890951094302506616&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/4890951094302506616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/4890951094302506616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/2009/06/baptists.html' title='Baptists'/><author><name>grandma1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474448465253296860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H7xxJH-_Q1E/SnCaR2zK_qI/AAAAAAAAABw/5qjsphmftDc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12410227.post-6212153036366901386</id><published>2009-05-27T13:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T13:56:17.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Survived the dreaded Day</title><content type='html'>Yes, I survived the dreaded day.  Doctor said everything looked clear and I didn't need another test for 5 years.  Then when she found out how old I was she changed that to I never would need  another test.  Now I am wondering did she think I wouldn't live another 5 years.  I hate it when they talk to you when you are half asleep.  I will wonder until I see my other doc tomorrow just what she meant.  Maybe I should call and ask what she was referring to.  Surely she wasn't predicting how long I would live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melissa is over helping me to cook dinner for my Bible study group.  Tomorrow is our last night and I volunteered to bring dinner.  I am the only one not working.  I am just doing a green chili chicken enchilada casserole.  Melissa baked a cake and tomorrow I will do the guacamole dip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad the Bible study is over every Thursday night for about nine months has been a long time.  I will miss the people in the group though it has been good getting to know time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing exciting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12410227-6212153036366901386?l=caregiver2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/feeds/6212153036366901386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12410227&amp;postID=6212153036366901386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/6212153036366901386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/6212153036366901386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/2009/05/survived-dreaded-day.html' title='Survived the dreaded Day'/><author><name>grandma1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474448465253296860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H7xxJH-_Q1E/SnCaR2zK_qI/AAAAAAAAABw/5qjsphmftDc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12410227.post-8789761593895736398</id><published>2009-05-25T17:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T17:54:40.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow is the dreaded Day</title><content type='html'>Just finishing two days of a liquid diet.  Just a few minutes and I start the dreaded drinking of the lousy stuff.  I will be sitting on the potty for the rest of the day and into the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow morning is the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;colonoscopy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I had a pleasant date.  We went to the Natural History Museum to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;IMAX&lt;/span&gt;.  We saw the raft trip down the Colorado &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; the Grand Canyon.  After the movie we had lunch in the lunchroom great &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Reuben's&lt;/span&gt;.  I so enjoy dating at this late time of life.  Melissa was here with me.  It seems strange to be dating at the same time my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;granddaugther&lt;/span&gt; is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturdays and Sundays are &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt;.  I am going to the 5:00 PM Saturday's service at the Methodist Church.  Then I go to 10:30 AM Sunday service at the Unity Church.  I am not finding any difference in the two. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More after I get over tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12410227-8789761593895736398?l=caregiver2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/feeds/8789761593895736398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12410227&amp;postID=8789761593895736398&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/8789761593895736398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12410227/posts/default/8789761593895736398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caregiver2.blogspot.com/2009/05/tomorrow-is-dreaded-day.html' title='Tomorrow is the dreaded Day'/><author><name>grandma1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09474448465253296860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H7xxJH-_Q1E/SnCaR2zK_qI/AAAAAAAAABw/5qjsphmftDc/S220/001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
