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THIS IS SISTER SANDY'S DAY

11/28/2014

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LOOK UP,  LAUGH LOUD, TALK BIG, KEEP THE COLOR IN YOUR CHEEK, AND THE FIRE IN YOUR EYE, ADORN YOU PERSON, AND MAINTAIN YOUR HEALTH, YOUR BEAUTY AND YOUR ANIMAL SPIRITS.

                                                                                    William Hazlitt

Yes, today is sister Sandy's birthday.  Whoo Whoo!  Since she is officially as old as dirt, heaven help sister Karen, who is even older.  (Jeepers, did I say that out loud?)  Anyhoo, Sandy, the quote for today is especially for you.

Hospice brought some things out to make little Ma more comfortable.  Zonna and Nina have been taking turns spending the night with her, and Lon is up there to assist .  You couldn't ask for three more wonderful, amazing kids.  Nina even took a leave of absence from her job to devote as much time as possible with her mother.  Family and friends have "pulled their wagons into a circle" for us.

LATEST ANNOYING HAIR REPORT:  I personally think that I now look like a huge, fluffy Q-Tip.  Niece Tina and I were discussing what path I should take in the future, concerning my "do".  The spikey top is going over pretty good with almost everyone (except Lon), but I would like it longer in the back.  As we talked, we realized that if I keep it short on top and grow it longer in back, well . . . don't they call that style a MULLETT??????
Ewwwwww. Anyway, the longer it gets, the fluffier it is getting and then it will  probably look like a dandelion gone to seed. 

My previous post comments about the wonders of a microwave, got me to thinking about my very first one.  It was approximately the size of a Volkswagen Beetle, took up about half of my counter space in the kitchen, and sounded like someone was running a boat motor, whenever we turned it on.  It was supposed to miraculously bake a big meatloaf in twenty minutes.  Yeah, it baked it.  It baked to the consistency of a hard brick.  That sucker cost five hundred bucks which was absolutely a huge amount for us at the time.  Oh, the good old days.

I DID NOT venture into town on Black Friday, simply because I did not want to fight rockem sockem with all the frantic bargain hunters.  Years ago, I tried going the day after Thanksgiving.  K's Merchandise was having an early morning special on Precious Moments figurines and I wanted to get one for Jenna.  After getting up at the butt-crack of dawn, then wedging my body into a packed store, I came upon a woman standing in front of the PM display.  She had a cart parked next to the shelves and was using her arm to sweep all the boxed pieces off into her cart.  Bummer.  I didn't get one.

Okay, so now it's on to getting ready for Christmas.

                                           REALLY - GOD BLESS US ALL!!!!!!
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"MOM IS EVERYTHING"

11/26/2014

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ONE DAY OF WORRY IS MORE EXHAUSTING THAN A WEEK OF WORK.

                                                                                John Lubbock

Yesterday, when I met Alec's bus after school, I took his school papers out of his backpack.  I like to see what art he has been working on since he is getting very serious about his drawings. folks, he is really doing an amazing job.   Well, there was also a piece of paper that his teacher had given him which said, "write down something that you are thankful for".  (evidently because Thanksgiving is almost here).  His sweet answer was simply "MOM IS EVERYTHING".

When Jenna questioned him about it later, he said he had heard a song with those words, on YOUTUBE.  It  made me want to cry that he had expressed what he his most thankful for and what is the most important thing  in his life.  Gotta love him!!

I am a little curious about some questions I have been getting from some men that I know, concerning (here I go AGAIN) my hair.  I have been asked if I am considering wearing this style instead of going back to my old original way of fixing my hair - - - when it grows out.  That is a hard question to answer because I am sure the texture may go back to what I had before, and then it wouldn't stick up like it does currently. Lon personally, cannot stand the spikey look and would prefer me to slick it down flat.   Hmmmmm.  He says women that wear their hair like I do, look like they don't own a comb or hairbrush.  I am really wondering if the men who were questioning me prefer it this way or can't wait for me to go back the old way.  Whatever. Don't know, don't care.  I do know that if I put on one of those open-top sun visors, it would look like I am wearing one of those Billy Bob type hats (with the white hair all fluffy on top).  sigh


Since we already had our huge Thanksgiving dinner, I don't have to do a darn thing tomorrow.  I think we will have steak.  I did make a turkey casserole the other night with some leftovers.  I find that I prepare food the REALLY easy way, since I hate to cook.  My opinion is, whoever invented the microwave was a genius!!! My casserole consists of cutting up bite-size pieces of turkey, mixing in a can of Cream of Mushroom soup, making a big bowl of instant rice (2 cups rice in 2 cups of water and nuke for 6 minutes). After heating the meat and soup together in the microwave, put it in a casserole dish, slop the rice on top and  VOILA, dinner's ready.  


Little Ma's physician stopped by her house last evening to check on her, and told us to call Hospice. They were starting this afternoon. I haven't hear how that went, but Ma was willing to give it a try. 


                                                                GOD BLESS YOU ALL  
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ALERT - HOUSEWORK MAKES YOU UGLY

11/25/2014

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EVERY DAY BRINGS NEW CHOICES.
                                                            
                                          Martha Beck

Today's post title reflects my attitude toward cleaning.  I have desperately been trying to get things completely in order (did I really say COMPLETELY?  I made a "funny".) around this house but time is at a premium.  I seriously started my Fall cleaning, which segued into Winter cleaning, and will probably end up being Spring cleaning.  Anyway, I think I had mentioned in a previous blog post that housework makes you ugly, and that's MY story and I'm sticking to it.

In another previous post, I had happily mentioned that I dropped two butt sizes in jeans due to chemo treatments and such.  Well, I gave away my largest (normal) size, packed away the middle size, and am having a heck of a time jamming my fanny into the smallest size, 'cause I can't remember where I put the middle size.  I knew that this would probably happen, but I enjoyed being smaller for that brief time.  My body seems to want to be a certain size and is not content until it gets back into the old groove that it has been used to for fifteen years.  Crap! Remember, Best Friend/Partner-in-Crime/Sister-in-Law (BFPICSIL) Nina and I had gone to the gym five to six says a week for three months before this cancer stuff started, and I didn't lose a pound or an inch. Whatever, I LIKE being a chunky chick.

Little Ma is still being a good little trooper.  Prayers and crossed fingers, my dear People.

Got an e-mail from friend Sandy R. from Atlanta.  Hopefully, she will make it here for Christmas and there is a possibility that we can meet up for a visit.  She has a big, big family so there's a bunch of visiting to get done and that is with just her parents and sisters and bros!

I got the nicest comment from Nicola, on the last post.  I'm not sure if I know you,  my dear, but you are officially my newest best friend (sorry, Jenna and Nina).  Seriously, that was a very nice compliment and I thank you.  However, I have always considered myself more on the "Plain/Average" level on the food-chain of appearances. 

Oh, another critique of a TV commercial.  I love that one with the little pink bladder character who walks around, hand in hand, with a lady who apparently has bladder issues.  The little bladder guy has the cutest, biggest blue eyes, and it is funny when he looks back and forth between the lady and her doctor as they discuss her peeing problems. 

                                                             GOD BLESS YOU ALL
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STILL HOLDING STEADY

11/24/2014

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THE ONLY WAY TO MAKE SENSE OUT OF CHANGE IS TO PLUNGE INTO IT, MOVE WITH IT, AND JOIN THE DANCE.

                                                                                     Alan Watts


Little Ma is still holding steady but has almost reached the end of her rope.  She is tired, tired, tired.  On Saturday, Lon carried her out to our car and took her up to the Thanksgiving dinner.  Tina has a lovely daybed in her Four Seasons room off the dining room, so Hazel was pretty comfortable on that. She slept, and visited, and went home exhausted, but content that she had gotten to see the family.  However, Sunday morning, she fell out of bed and tore some of the fragile skin on her arm, bumped her head pretty good and got a carpet burn on her arm.  Her back was really hurting (which is understandable considering that she took quite a tumble) but we are amazed that she didn't break any bones.  Lon and I went around town yesterday, trying to find an adult size safety bed-rail gate thingy to attach to her bed. None of what we could find seemed to work, so we may have to go to the medical supply place today.


Since I have been going without Roschelle (my wig), I have been getting some double-take looks.  Since there is a bit of curl to my hair now, I have been trying to fluff it up a bit so it actually looks like it has some kind of style to it.  Hairdresser niece Holly said, that with a little bit of product, she could make it look like I had more hair than I actually do. Now, it's the silvery grayish white color that is depressing.  This crappy situation has really aged me in so many ways, but, whatever.  But if it gets to the point that people think that Lon and I are son and mother, I'm getting some coloring done!!!'


With everything that is going on, I have been trying to keep my hand in writing my kids' stories.  I am working on one called 'Seventy-three Pairs of Green Pants".  I have finally finished editing "Good Night, Mr. Monkey", and submitted a short story to the Writer's Digest.  WD have a contest every two months, where they challenge people to write a 750-word or less story about a picture they show in their magazine, and you have to make up a story to match it.  Or, they give you a single sentence and you have to use it in your work.  The one that was presented for the latest challenge was "I knew it was a mistake the moment it was done." They then have a panel of judges who narrow it down to five final submissions and then put them on their website for readers to vote on to find the winner.  I have no chance in heck, but I couldn't resist.  Mine was (unfortunately) about being a serial chemo . . . um . . .  farter.  YES, I said CHEMO FARTER!  What the heck, it made me laugh and they encourage humorous or outside-the-box formats. There is no prize other than having your story printed in their magazine, which is still pretty huge. 


Dan and Tammy gave me a list of Christmas present ideas, so I have got it made in the shade for shopping for their family this holiday.  Easey peasey.  I am trying to figure out where I am going to put my tree this year.  Since we bought new living room furniture, we moved the old couch and chair downstairs to the family room.  I sold my leather loveseats, because they weren't too comfortable, but there is just NOT quite enough space for both the old pieces to fit in comfortably.  Lon is the type that he never wants to get rid of anything, so now the family room looks like a furniture floor room.  Ey Yi Yi!! 



Here's a quick pic of the sprouts fizzing up.  I find that I have to wet my head down every morning or else I have a severe bed-head look.  This is what it looks like after getting it wet.  

                                                GOD BLESS YOU ALL
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IT'S 3 AM AND I'M CRYING

11/22/2014

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NEVER BELIEVE THAT A FEW CARING PEOPLE CAN'T CHANGE THE WORLD.  FOR, INDEED, THAT'S ALL WHO EVER HAVE.

                                                                                             Margaret Mead

It's three o'clock in the morning, and I am sitting in my little office crying.  Lon, Dan, Tammy, and Abby are all asleep upstairs, so I guess it's okay to let loose a little bit right now.  I keep thinking about Little Ma and what she is going through and how brave and stoic she has been.  I talked to her last night and asked her how she felt about the Thanksgiving get-together we're having today (Saturday).  She said she thought she might try going since it especially for her.  She always loved the big family gatherings, with all the great food and visiting.  But I'm not sure exactly how we are going to get her out of bed and dressed.  She is so incredibly frail.  Lon is guessing her weight at about 80 pounds. Nephew Luke flew in from Austin for the second time in two weeks, to see her.  Same for Dan, only he drove from Minnesota.

I was thinking that it was just over a year ago that The Golden Girls (Hazel, Nina, Zonna, and I) were on our Alaskan cruise.  It's amazing all the places that Hazel has taken us.  I started listing some of the things we have seen and done:  been to the top of the Empire State Building and the Seattle Space Needle, hugged massive trees in the Redwood Forest, sailed to Alcatraz Island, went to a Broadway musical in NY, viewed Niagra Falls at night, saw the Liberty Bell, the Lincoln Memorial, Harvard University, Annapolis Naval Academy, walked the boardwalk at Virginia Beach, whale watched off the coast of Maine and also in the Alaskan waters, and so on and so on.  

I forgot to tell you that I celebrated my third anniversary of quitting smoking on October 25th.  Yay.  Not particularly celebrating, but taking note of the one year anniversary of my diagnosis which was November 11th.  What a rollercoaster year it has been.  However, next February, I will celebrate my one-year anniversary of getting rid of the cancer.  That's pretty huge, right?  

Okay, on the funny side of things, I see that four people have visited the blog so far this morning.  Who are you four people who are up at this hour???? 

I am feeling a bit better, so I must go back to bed.  I already made my huge slab of fudge, and three batches of peanut clusters for the dinner today, but I still need to fix several dozen deviled eggs later this morning.

I'll check in with you later to let you know how today rolls. 

                                                                 GOD BLESS YOU ALL



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OBSTACLES

11/20/2014

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PEOPLE DON'T NOTICE WHETHER IT'S WINTER OR SUMMER WHEN THEY'RE HAPPY.

                                                                                Anton Chekhov


I'm finally back AGAIN with this stupid computer.  The tech who worked on it said it would run like a new machine.  Uh huh.  I just worked on this blog for 45 minutes, and then all of a sudden, this computer decided to download some updates from Windows, and erased everything that I had written.  GRRRRR


The latest on Little Ma.  She is experiencing a great deal of pain, but is being a real champ about this whole situation.  Here I go again, asking for prayers and finger crossing, but this time it is for her to have comfort and peace.  Thanks.

With Thanksgiving coming up, I was thinking of some memorable experiences from the past.  I recall one Thanksgiving when I was small, and sister Judy and I asked Mother if we could each have a whole turkey leg for ourselves and she let us!  She must have made two birds that year for that to happen. Anyway, be careful what you wish for, because I remember gnawing and working that leg for quite a long time,  but never did finish it. I don't know how Judy came out, considering that even being three years older than me, she was smaller than me.

Over the years, some Thanksgiving has been nice and some have been icy and blizzard and some have fallen on sister Sandy's birthday. (with all the hubbub getting a huge meal together, I think that sometimes her day fell between the cracks - sorry, Sandy).  As far as bad weather is concerned, in 1991 the family all gathered way out in the country at Mother and Dad's farm on one of the worst days of the year.  Jenna, whose boyfriend was a foreign exchange student from Spain, was in town all alone.  So Jen talked Dan into driving, slipping and sliding all the way, to get Julio and bring him back out to the farm.  That was nerve wracking, but he got to experience a holiday that they don't do in Spain. (He is now a well-known photographer in New York and Europe).

I had another Herceptin infusion yesterday and all went well.  I talked to one lady and three men getting treatment at the clinic, and all of them were being treated for blood cancer.  What is the deal????  None of them had leukemia, so I am not sure exactly what they have. 

TV COMMERCIAL UPDATE:  I really like the Christmas commercials for Target, with the theme "It's a marshmallow world in the winter".  I also like the one for Liberty Mutual Insurance where the cute young lady is talking about wrecking her car "Brad".

TELEPHONE COMPLAINTS:  And last but not least, how may of you have gotten calls, either on your home phone or on your cell phones, from RACHAEL?  It is a recording from Cardholders Services and she keeps calling back, no matter how many times you hit the button that is supposed to take you off their call list.  I  swear, if there was a way to reach right through the phone lines and choke her, I would!  Is there anyone that can put a stop to all these dumb calls?  I really don't think I have won a free cruise, or that  the government is offering me free cash to use in my business, or I need to take advantage of lowering my credit card interest rates.  STOP THE MADNESS!    


thank you for your time and support on these matters.     LOL

                                                  GOD BLESS YOU ALL 


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HELLOOOO, MY  LOVLIES

11/20/2014

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I'M BACK IN THE SADDLE AGAIN.
                                                     Gene Autrey, Country Western singing pioneer

Hi.  I've come out of hiding. Actually, technology knocked me for a loop when my computer crapped out on me, but everything is much better now.

I just want you all to know that my Jenna is worth every single cent it cost to raise her.  She came out to my house after work last evening and put all my stuff back into my computer.  I really appreciate it, dear, but you know I will probably have to call you if I can't figure out how to get to something I need. You always had to lead me by the hand when it comes to anything involving technology.  Everything is a little different set-up than before. I am also very grateful that she kept things going here on the blog. I was stunned to see how many people were checking in every day to see if I had got my act together again.  Thanks!

Speaking of my darling daughter, I am a little concerned that she has . . . well . . . joined the "white conspiracy".  Remember when I talked about how many people, including several family members, who have started driving white vehicles --- almost like they are in a secret club?  Well, guess who just bought a new car and it just happens to be WHITE!!?  She denies any knowledge of such a club, so that just goes to show you how underground-secretive they are.  LOL

Health wise, I am doing great.  I have no aches (except for a little arthritis in my pointy finger), no sicky feeling, no nothing.  The hair continues to slowly come back, and there is even a bit of a curl to it when its wet, and a slight wave when its dry.  I have never had that happen before unless I had a permanent.  WHOOWHOO!   However, some of the lasting effects from chemo (I'm assuming) are:  hearing loss, eyesight is not the greatest, and lots of dizziness.  Or, old-age has just slammed me but good the past few months.  I am having a problem with dry skin, which lots of people are going through this time of year.  I have been using a product called Ocean Potion, that I bought this summer.  I have a big pump bottle of it in the bathroom, and have been applying it liberally onto my dry, cracked hands.  Then I remembered that I had bought it to put on my legs and arms because it moisturizes AND somewhat tans your skin and I wanted some  tan coloring for when I wore capris and sleeveless shirts.  SOOOOO, if you don't want brown hands on white arms this winter, you might want to pass on this product at this time.

Alec has been making huge strides in his speech, communication, and interaction with others.  Jenna has worked seriously hard on providing him a gluten-free diet and, folks, if you have a loved one who has autism, try it.  Just the last few years, gluten-free products have become more accessible and that makes it easier to change a person's diet.  The stuff is expensive, but using it, plus all of his speech therapy that he has gone to for the last eleven years(?) is paying off. His artwork is getting more detailed and is actually kinda amazing.

Although I don't get to see my girls much, they are doing quite well.  The whole family (on Lon's side) is having a Thanksgiving dinner at niece Tina's, and Abby will be able to come.  Cate is working the Iowa football game with some kids from school, to earn money for band, so we probably won't get to see her.

I slipped away into town the other day, and actually got several Christmas gifts bought.  It is not going to be a huge Christmas, because I have found out this year, that so much of that is just . . .  stuff.  There is so much more that is really important, like just being together and having a laugh or two. Still, it is fun to find stuff that you hope your loved ones will enjoy.  At Christmas a year or two ago, Jenna bought Cate one of those knit hats that are shaped like an animal.  Her's is a sock monkey, with the long sides hanging down.  She and her friends from school named it "Jeffrey".  Abby decided she wants a knit hat similar to "Jeffrey", but she is going to name her's "Gregory".  Where do these kids get their imagination??????  Anyhoo, I guess we will have to go on a "Gregory" hunt.

Now some not-so-good news.  Our Little Ma was diagnosed with advanced liver cancer and is in pretty rough shape.  She is bravely facing each day, with very little complaints about pain, but we know she is not feeling at all well.  She has lost a huge amount of weight, and she had very little to begin with. Zonna, Nina, and Lon are spending a lot of time with her, and she has had lots of visitors.  The other day, Nina and I began going through her storage cupboards and bringing down all her beautiful, antique glassware.  We washed it up, and showed it to Little Ma, and she told us the story behind each piece.  Then, she began to sort out special items that she wanted each of us girls to have.  I know she appreciates the gift of time that she is being allowed, to get her things in order, and that she is happy that certain things are being passed on to the ones that will be caretakers of the things that have always been special to her. Still, it is very daunting for anyone to know that their end is near.  She is truly living day-to-day.  But with such dignity.

                                                                   GOD BLESS YOU ALL







                                           
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Well....

11/13/2014

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I thought Madre's computer was going to be fixed yesterday, but either she got too busy to go pick it up, or she just didn't have time to start sharing all the stuff she's been chomping at the bit to write about...so I thought I would put a little blurb up to try and tide you all over.

It was a year ago on Tuesday that Madre received her official diagnosis. A whole year ago already. And I must say, a year ago, I was not nearly as calm and assured as I am this year. She did SO good with chemo, her surgeries, her hair loss and all the other side effects. If she ever had anything other than a positive attitude about what she was going through, I never saw or heard it. Luckily, we have a pretty twisted sense of humor, and we did rely on that quite a bit. 

Mom and I were talking last night..? and she said she just KNOWS that once she finishes her Herceptin infusions (February-ish?) that she will be DONE DONE with this. It will have been a blip on her radar of life. She has no doubt that this was likely triggered by her cell phone being placed in her bra - AGAIN, GET THE PHONES OUT OF THE BRAS, LADIES!!! My girlfriend came to visit a couple of weekends ago, and hands full carrying things into the house, she did it. All I had to do was give her a look, and she whipped that sucker out immediately and said "I JUST put it in there because my hands were full!" I guess you ladies who have some cleavage might have a hard time breaking that habit...ladies who are not well endowed, such as myself, would look pretty odd with a big rectangular object sticking out of the gap in our bra that no boobs fill....but anyway...

I absolutely love Mom's hair right now. Granted, she's not a short hair person and never has been, but it is pretty cute, if I do say so myself. I know she'll feel better once it gets longer and she looks more like she used to. I have noticed she's not wearing her wigs all the time now, and is daring to go out with her own hair. So proud of her.

Anyway, I really don't know if Mom would have done the same, any better, or worse had she not been able to write about her daily experiences while going through this, or having her friends who are near and far to be able to communicate with. The power of prayer is pretty amazing, and I think having people around you to support you, lift you up, let you vent, and keep your laughing is a huge part of recovery from ANY type of disease/disorder/event that might otherwise overshadow every moment. Regardless, I again thank all of you - known and unknown to us personally - for your support and helping Mom through this.

It is trying to snow in Iowa....it's way too early for this. I keep trying to talk Mom and Dad into relocating somewhere warm with me and Alec, but to no avail. Maybe someday..*sigh* Until then, I will remain here, ever cold and with layers of clothing on. 

I'm happy to report Alec's hair is growing back - and the trimmer and clippers are hidden. What a shock that was to my system. The little twerp!

There has been quite a lot going on, but I'm going to let Madre tell you all about it when she wants to. Hopefully it will be soon. In fact, I will call her and remind her to go pick up her computer so she can get back online! (It was a virus - when she took her computer in, the store had been open 2 hours and the person behind the counter told her she was the 6th or 7th person to come in with this issue since they opened...).

Know she misses you all and will probably have lots to say when she gets back...until then....

GOD BLESS YOU ALL :)

Jenna

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Madres Hair

11/5/2014

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and Alec's....hairless head...
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TODAY'S NEWS

11/4/2014

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hi, everyone. I am going to try this again but it's kinda hard tapping this out on the KIndle since I don't even text so I'm slow

Went to Jenna's to meet Alec (not ALex like I said on last post) after school and got to see his nifty new hairdo. KRIKEY!  I've found someone who has less hair than me.

Dan and Tammy were visiting this weekend and I also got to have my girls here. I was told an interesting story about Cate that I will share. Apparently when the girls and their mom went to Washington D.C. this summer, they saw some celebrities at the airport only they didn't know they were celebrities. Cate happened to see a lady wearing really neat  cowboy boots and told her that she liked them. The lady thanked her and then asked Cate if she was a fan of her television show Duck Dynasty. When Cate told her she didn't get to see the show because they didn't have cable, I think Corrie Robertson was probably surprised. I think most kids wouldn't have divulged that info, but Cate is totally honest about things like that. When I think about it , perhaps not having cable has encouraged both girls to read a lot more than most kids. Anyway, Cate told the man that Corrie was with, that she really liked his boots,too. Willie Robertson also thanked her.  


We went to the funeral for yet another friend, on Sunday. Bernice Hand was a beautiful lady, both in appearance and in spirit. Yup, Folks, as I have said before, this has been one horrendous year for losing family members and friends, and I want it to stop NOW!




Well, better go now. We have a busy day tomorrow. I can really tell that Lon and I are getting old and falling apart. Monday I had to have a crown put on one of my teeth, and tomorrow I have an echocardiogram done and Lon gets to have a colonoscopy. We are so freakin excited.  Yay.

                   GOD BLESS YOU ALL


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