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About two and a half years ago, I lost twenty pounds. I found that success really can be achieved the good old-fashioned way – via eating healthy and exercising my tail off. I worked extremely hard for every pound, and kept it off for a year. I felt better than I ever had felt before – my blood pressure had leveled out and I was even trying to talk my doctor into weaning me off the beta blocker I’ve been on since age 32. Over the past year and a half, I’ve gained twenty five pounds (there should be a heavy black font for that because the bold one just doesn’t cut it). Twenty-five pounds. That’s the equivalent of ‘all that and a bag o’ chips’. No excuses.

Once again, I’ve taken on the difficult task of eating right and exercising – although it’s taken me twenty-five pounds to get to this point. What makes it so difficult to re-acquire that motivation, and why did I lose it in the first place? Anyway, I think I might’ve found it again and only hope it isn’t temporary. I dusted the cobwebs off my treadmill and have since put a couple of miles on it. I weighed in early this morning and was happy to see that I’ve lost two pounds – yay me! Now to just keep it going. I’ve done this once – but something in me relaxed, or something… exercising came to an abrupt halt and my eating habits turned from healthy to down right horrible. Failing so miserably in my endeavor makes me feel awful about myself. I’ve simply GOT to be successful at this, and keep it off this time.

The keys for me are a) weekend management and b) not feeling cheated. If I feel cheated, I’ve proven time and again that I’ll rebel. This is actually the perfect time of year to head to the mountains for a hike… hey, great idea. We survived last nights tornadic storms, and the forecast for the weekend looks optimal…

Posted by  |  October 27, 2010 | Categories: Health, Life Struggles | Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , | 6 Comments

Honorable mention

I had a meaningful conversation with a coworker this morning. This guy is good as gold – case in point, he initially came in offering a bunch of cans of Progresso soup that he’d gotten in a terrific sale for a buck each. I’m thinking he must’ve bought the entire store out yesterday. I jokingly told him that with the fifty dollars worth he brought in this morning alone, his trunk must’ve been dragging the asphalt! After work today, he’s going back to buy more, and he’s planning to stock it here for other’s lunches that might be without.

While in the kitchen fixing up the morning caffeine, he talked about his kids and how they were doing in school, and how hard math was for his son. He asked if my daughter was my only one and I told him yes. He asked if it was hard for me and my husband while she was in school, when she started dating, etc., to which I replied extremely – but that I had tremendous respect for others like his self who had two and three kids in school simultaneously. Looking back on that time in life, I guess we had it pretty easy.

He asked me how long I’d been married and that it must have been hard for it to end. I agreed and said it was the absolute hardest thing EVER. That it’s easy for someone to say they understand – but it’s a pain that can only be understood by someone who has been through it their own self. That I used to be that person on the other side, saying I understood. That I’m ashamed of the fact I used to think ‘gosh, why don’t they snap out of it already?’. That because you left doesn’t always mean you wanted it to end. That it can take literally years of work to get through it. That if you were truly emotionally invested in a long-term marriage, then working through the ending of it probably will take years.

After hearing all this, he was probably sorry he’d even asked. But he always has been a good listener. 🙂

In the years we’ve all known him here, it’s always been obvious how much this guy loves his family – his wife and kids are his world. When he speaks of his wife, he does so with a gleam in his eye. The level of appreciation and respect they have together is very apparent. As we started back to work, I told him to never lose that love and respect – to hold on to it… cherish it. To which he replied with a smile, ‘I tell my wife I love her ten times a day, or more. I won’t lose it.’ Hearing that put a smile on my face the whole walk back to my desk.

Posted by  |  October 26, 2010 | Categories: Life Struggles, Love, Relationships, Thoughts | Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 4 Comments

25 October

Yesterday was nice. After a quiet weekend at home, I decided I needed to actually get out and about at least once over the weekend. So I called up Mom and we went down to a neighboring town to a mall to do a little window shopping.

I’ll start by saying I hate malls. I mean, I really do. Most women love malls – but I only go to them when I absolutely have to. This is usually once a year, at Christmas. Any other time that warrants a mall, I’ll make the trek down to this sweet little neighboring town. The Galleria is just what it is – a one-level mall that has a Belk, Sears and JCPenney. It is minus a slew of other stores the other huge malls offer, but pretty much offers all the ones I need, so I always gravitate there. We had some good mom and daughter time.

Later on that evening, my heart came over and we went out to eat at Cracker Barrel. I must admit I have missed him terribly this weekend – that old saying ‘distance makes the heart grow fonder’ is a gross understatement.

On to a brand new week… and I hope everyone has a comfortable and undemanding one. 🙂

Posted by  |  October 25, 2010 | Categories: Thoughts, Weekend | Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , | 6 Comments

Mexican’t

I feel the need to rant today, because… well I don’t really have any other material. So welcome to Life of Bon – Curmudgeon at Large.

My flowers... had to post... ♥

The boyfriend and I went out for Mexican last night at our favorite little local restaurant. We noticed as soon as we walked in that the place was dead – both inside and outside on the deck. Seeing as how the weather was so very balmy, we decided to dine outside on the huge covered deck.

A sweet little guy brings out the chips, K orders his usual stout mug of beer, and I a nice glass of merlot. The sky is a Carolina blue outside, it’s warm, and the company is beyond excellent. Beer is cold, wine is perfectly tempered, salsa is hot…

Life is good.

Enter couple with two screaming kids, who are ushered out onto the deck and promptly seated at the table directly behind us. Not at another end, not a couple of tables down even, but less than a foot behind me at the very table that backed ours. Before I continue, let me clarify that I DO NOT hate small children. NOR was it these people’s fault that they were seated where they were.

What I AM saying is the restaurant staff should know to insert at least a little space between two different sets of people with totally different scenarios…

Setting One: A couple, obviously not married, no wedding rings; in love nonetheless, once again obvious from their holding hands across the alcoholic beverage-adorned table. From the way the two are gazing at each other, they could quite possibly be the only ones existing within their own little world.

Setting Two: A couple, very obviously married from flash of wedding rings, arguing loudly while walking to their table; she with huge diaper bag over shoulder of one arm, toddler in the other, he with larger kid in tow – all proceeding to light up the entire existence with their extra-amplified voices. Birds outside are scurrying to take flight before the earthquake ensues.

Again, not their fault they were seated where they were seated. We proceed to try and continue enjoying our dinner out, when lo and behold – another thunderous approach. This new “group” has four, count ’em four, kids that resemble stair steps. The one being carried by Daddy is already crying and proceeds to whine and cry the entire dinner. So just where do these kind patrons get seated? This time, how about the table directly beside us.

At this point, nothing would have surprised us. Or so I thought.

Within the next ten minutes (our food hadn’t even arrived yet) two more sets of people with kids were ushered in (or should I say out?) and seated – ALL within the only ‘general vicinity’ that was left around us. We were now completely surrounded. At this point, we’re both feeling as out of place as a hunter might feel onstage at a PETA gathering. It was surely hilarious by this point – but the hilarity of it all was cut short due to a little girl seated at the table directly ahead of us falling backwards out of her chair. Everyone froze after hearing the sound of her head hitting the floor. You know that delayed reaction with kids when they have to *inhale gasp* in order to get their breath before the initial screams escape? Hers lasted about 10 whole seconds. She ended up being okay, and even played it up later by grinning at us as she ‘limped’ off the deck when leaving. (Hey kid, I thought you hit your head?)

Where’s the Tylenol. And Tequila.

Posted by  |  October 22, 2010 | Categories: Food, Humor, Love, Rants | Tags: , , , , , , , , | 6 Comments

Tick-tock

I’ve always been told time goes by faster the older you get. The older I get, the more true this saying becomes. Time is going by so fast now, it’s making my head spin. In the midst of wishing the weeks away in hopes for Friday and the weekends arrival, this subject’s obviously weighing heavy on my mind this morning.

I remember back in the late eighties, when my daughter was just a baby. I’d gaze at her and wish I could foresee what she would look like, who she would become. I would think ahead to the turn of the new millennium, and stand in amazement of how old I would be – the ripe old age of 32. I wondered what I would look like then, how I would’ve aged, and how others would perceive me at that time. That time got here extremely fast.

Since then, another decade has passed. It’s been almost that whole decade ago since the worst terror attack our country ever experienced. To me, it just doesn’t seem real that we’re going on the ten-year mark of that catastrophic event.

Just why is it that the speed of time increases as you get older? It always takes me back to the prophecies of Daniel, ones that my dear grandmother used to quote to me very often – particularly this one.

Daniel 12:4
But thou, O Daniel, shut up the words, and seal the book, even to the time of the end: many shall run to and fro, and knowledge shall be increased.

God told Daniel after giving him some of the most remarkable prophecies found in the Bible, to ‘Shut up the words and seal the book, until the time of the end’. He then gives Daniel two signs that would help us identify ‘the time of the end’.

1) The ability to travel from one place to another would be unlike anything seen before in history.

2)And knowledge would increase at a rate… and to a point… unlike any time in history.

We don’t need to look very far to see both of these prophecies have been, and are still being, fulfilled. Makes perfect sense to me.

Posted by  |  October 20, 2010 | Categories: Religion, Thoughts | Tags: , , , , , , , , , | 4 Comments

Blue Skies and Butterflies

I ran across this story while browsing yesterday, and found it more than worthy of reposting.

A man found a cocoon of a butterfly. One day, a small opening appeared. He sat and watched the butterfly for several hours as it struggled to force its body through that little hole. Then it seemed to stop making any progress. It appeared as if it had gotten as far as it could, and it could go no further.

So the man decided to help the butterfly. He took a pair of scissors and snipped off the remaining bit of the cocoon. The butterfly then emerged easily. But it had a swollen body and small, shriveled wings. The man continued to watch the butterfly because he expected that, at any moment, the wings would enlarge and expand to be able to support the body, which would contract in time.

Neither happened! In fact, the butterfly spent the rest of its life crawling around with a swollen body and shriveled wings. It never was able to fly. What the man, in both his kindness and haste, did not understand was that the restricting cocoon and the struggle required for the butterfly to get through the tiny opening were God’s way of forcing fluid from the body of the butterfly into its wings so that it would be ready for flight once it achieved its freedom from the cocoon.

Sometimes struggles are exactly what we need in our lives. If God allowed us to go through our lives without any obstacles, it would cripple us. We would not be as strong as what we could have been. We could never fly!

~Author Unknown


I asked for Strength………
And God gave me Difficulties to make me strong.
I asked for Wisdom………
And God gave me Problems to solve.
I asked for Prosperity………
And God gave me Brain and Brawn to work.
I asked for Courage………
And God gave me Danger to overcome.
I asked for Love………
And God gave me Troubled people to help.
I asked for Favors………
And God gave me Opportunities.
I received nothing I wanted ……..
I received everything I needed!

Posted by  |  October 19, 2010 | Categories: Insects, Life Struggles, Nature | Tags: , , , , , , , | 4 Comments

Questions, always

In this day and age I continuously wonder how much shock value I have left in me when it comes to news of violence and crime, especially within the family. Oh, to heck with the shock value – what about the age-old question… why.

Just why.

The latest murder-suicide combo in Gastonia – a husband and wife who were upstanding citizens of the community and were well-known for helping people in need. She was a cheerleading coach and teacher, he was a county building inspector who helped out and volunteered at the school with his wife. Friends, teachers, and students alike loved and respected them both. They also had children, though the news didn’t list their ages.

Just what is it that makes the human brain snap? Is it a split-second occurrence, is it something that’s carefully calculated… are the consequences even considered? Is a chemically-imbalanced person even able to conceive of the repercussions of their actions? Did these family members used to sit around and have conversations about this kind of violence and how awful it is, thinking nothing like that could ever happen to them?

I just don’t get it. I guess we’re not meant to get it.

Story here.

Posted by  |  October 18, 2010 | Categories: News, Opinion, Thoughts | Tags: , , , , , , | 4 Comments

Going Up

I’ve been going into bloggie DT’s. True I’m sitting underneath a Carolina blue sky on a beautiful day, but the yearn to post something these past few days has more than gotten to me. For some reason on Sundays I always get either really nostalgic or fall into a semi state of depression. It is, after all, the day the weekend ends and I have to go back home to my worklife daily ritual. I’m very thankful for my ritual, my job and the whole nine yards, don’t get me wrong. It just pains me to see Friday into Saturday into Sunday, end.

Short of driving up to the mountains this weekend (we knew better, it’s prime weekend for the season so we’ll just exercise crowd-control) we’re planning to ride 5 minutes past K’s house to a local mountain, not near as high as it’s lofty counterparts but shall satisfy the ole’ mountain yearn nonetheless. It’s a state park called Crowder’s Mountain, and the mountain is only accessible through hiking. The last time I was up there, I was 6 months pregnant. It was me, my husband and another couple, the other lady was almost 9 months pregnant. It doesn’t take a glance backward to see how very stupid we were for attempting to climb a mountain that far into a pregnancy, but we all made it to the very top and came out okay. Twenty-three years later, I shall attempt it again – just not in tiptop shape this time so say a prayer for me. 🙂

We covered up K’s pool yesterday, another thing needing done but I think both of us dreaded. He just smiles and says awww every time I look our beyond the patio window and say how sad it is. Soon the trees will be barren, and everything will appear dead for several months. A Spring/Summer person I am. As hot of a Summer as we’ve had… I do try and soak up every little minute we have of the warm feel and look of those seasons.  

 

Posted by  |  October 17, 2010 | Categories: Thoughts, Weekend | Tags: , , , , , , , , , , | 4 Comments

Tucked away

Unwanted changes
A series of stages
The world continues turning

Mistakes made
Decisions weighed
I continue learning

Sight unseen, vision clear
Gaze broken, stiffness prevails

I see it, the unknown
What is it
Pain, regret… anger, blame…

Confrontation, a revelation

Any compassion left
Is an arm’s length away

It’s all tucked away.

~BM, 2010

Posted by  |  October 14, 2010 | Categories: Poetry | Tags: , , , , , , , , | 4 Comments

You know what the Mexicans say about the Pacific…

They say it has no memory. That’s where I want to live the rest of my life. A warm place with no memory.

Everyone has ‘one of those days’ every now and then, mine just happened to start last night. Whenever I have one of those days, my mind immediately drifts over to the quote department – whether that’s a conscious act or not, I have no idea. One in particular came up at work yesterday. A dear friend reminded me of a quote from a favorite movie, certainly one that will always remain on my top three list – Shawshank Redemption. And ole’ Andy Dufresne…

“Get busy living… or get busy dying.”

As many times as I’ve watched this movie, it never gets old to me. Just like The Green Mile and Forrest Gump, I have so many parts of it memorized. I’d buried this precious quote deep in my mind, perhaps only to resurrect it at a much-needed time. This movie is a wonderful lesson on reaching your full potential by overcoming life’s obstacles. Keep your eyes on the prize, and never ever give up hope on pursuing your goal.

Posted by  |  October 12, 2010 | Categories: Life Struggles, Thoughts | Tags: , , , , , , , , , | 6 Comments

So long, Burt

It was backed up to his apartment when I got home from work Friday afternoon – a U-Haul truck of about mid-sized length. Burt was moving out.

Burt is a nice gentleman that I met shortly after I moved here back in Spring of 2008. I have to admit I was a bit intimidated upon first impression. His clean-shaven head and tattoos up around his neck definitely had me on my guard. I’ve always tried to be non-judgmental, but admittedly there are times when I allow first impressions to put that gate up, albeit temporarily. This seemed especially so upon starting over – I had trouble trusting anyone.

Burt would always be the one in the parking lot helping another resident do something – moving, working on a car, etc. Everyone knew him by first name, and he knew everyone else’s name as well. We used to have a handicapped neighbor who resided here for years that Burt was always helping out in some way. I’d just gotten home from work one day last summer when he walked over and told me our neighbor had passed away that morning. It was obviously emotional for him.

The office staff where I live took in three full grown cats abandoned by former tenants, and paid for their care, spay/neutering and shots. They then had the task of finding them homes. They decided to keep the last one (Mr. Whiskers) as their very own in the office – and trust me, this cat has it very good. One of the other adoptive parents? Burt.

As I walked over Friday to tell him goodbye, it appeared that the move itself was emotional for him. “I’m moving back to the beach where my girlfriend lives. I don’t know… guess this whole thing makes me vulnerable again”. It kind of hit home when he said that. Committing your self wholly to your relationship – giving up your own place to live, many of your belongings, furniture – your own home that you worked so hard to build – feeling as though you’re losing, in a sense, your very own identity. I quickly shook off the Ally McBeal psycho-flash I’d just had, and told him the first thing that came to my mind. “Nothing worth having is without risk. Go for it.”

You truly were a staple of the community, Burt. Good luck – and God speed.

Posted by  |  October 11, 2010 | Categories: Friends, Home, Thoughts | Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 4 Comments

NFL Sunday

It’s a warm beautiful October day underneath a Carolina blue sky. Simply optimal conditions in which to catch an NFL football game.

Our Carolina Panthers are having the worst year yet at 0-5, but I’m trying not to let that dampen the ole spirits as we head into game day. We will be without our top receiver Steve Smith and starting safety Sherrod Martin against the Chicago Bears. The Panther injuries just aren’t letting up this year.

I just found out a little bit ago that a friend’s teenage son was thrown 30 feet from the back of a pickup last night and is seriously injured, on a ventilator. I’ve not been able to concentrate on anything else since I’ve heard. Please keep James in your prayers… I simply cannot imagine what his mother is going through right now.

Posted by  |  October 10, 2010 | Categories: Sports, Weekend | Tags: , , , | 5 Comments

Disruption

My normal little life at home was disturbed last night. It has been discovered that we have a peeping Tom (umm, make that a Tombrero). The piece of crap was discovered last night peeping in on my first-floor neighbors. Of course I called the authorities, but he disappeared before the officer got there.

My normal little life at home consists of a peaceful third floor condo in a nice complex situated within a small little lake town. Realizing that no place is totally safe, there are places that are more desirable than others to live. A lot of things were considered when choosing a place to live – but safety came first for me. To me, peeping in on someone is one of the ultimate revocations of your privacy. This is just one of the reasons I chose the third floor – but not everyone gets a choice on this, and also some people actually prefer the ground floor.

It obviously wasn’t a first for this peeping Tombrero. My boyfriend’s eagle eyes noticed the guy had his sweatshirt turned inside out in an attempt to throw off the color of his clothing. To ice the cake, the scumbag was even performing a vile act in public while he was looking in. Just great. Of course he disappeared before the police arrived, but not before hopping over the balcony for a better view. I just got off the phone with the office at my complex and our conversation was not taken lightly. I told them until he’s caught, I will have the cops out there every single time I see him. Keith made an excellent suggestion last night… when I’m out on my dark balcony and see him down there again – snap a picture! The flash alone will freak him out. I am adding on to this suggestion. In my other hand, I will have a can of wasp spray that shoots down thirty feet.

And I’m a damn good shot.

Posted by  |  October 8, 2010 | Categories: Thoughts | Tags: , , , , | 10 Comments

Happy Pedro

Dad told me when he walked in the door after coming home from the hospital, his little sidekick went bonkers. He was so happy to see him he just couldn’t contain his self. Nothing doing – Dad had to get down to his level even though that’s kind of tough right now, and try to make up for all the loving he’d missed over the past week. Pedro proceeded to give all that love right back.

He’s a bright little chihuahua mix (maybe mixed with Corgi?) with a great disposition. He’s a rescue, of course – they’re just the best in my humble opinion. From the day he got him, Pedro’s been this loyal little bag of happiness that won’t leave his side.

Pedro has his Daddy back. 🙂

Posted by  |  October 7, 2010 | Categories: Family, Pets | 1 Comment

It’s Pier-Thirty…

A man’s hope of evading a domestic violence charge was dashed when he dove into the ocean after a car chase and attempted to swim away. He ended up clinging for his life to a post of the Garden City Pier.

Read full story here.

The Garden City Pier is my very favorite. As much as I love the ocean and this pier, I simply cannot fathom jumping in and swimming out beyond it. I mean, that’s asking to either a) acquire a nice-sized hook in your neck, b) get a chunk taken out of you by the sharks that are known to frequent the waters surrounding the pier, or c) drown.

For this reason, Jerry Lee Thompson, Jr. gets my ‘balls of the day’ award. Congrats Jerry – hope it was worth all the barnacle cuts and scrapes.

Posted by  |  October 6, 2010 | Categories: Beach, Humor, News | Tags: , , , , , , , , , , | 2 Comments

Choices

In this game of life, there are some things which we have control over, and some we don’t. We can choose to be kind and compassionate to people, or we can be nasty and vile. We can choose to help our neighbors, or we can hinder or block the good deeds of others. We can choose to ‘do the right thing’ – or we can attempt to break those around us.

So how do you handle a miserable existence of an individual who is so delusionally obsessed over your life and that of your loved one, that it’s become their sole objective to infiltrate it in any way possible? An individual who recruits their own family members and friends to aid in their own juvenile schemes? An individual who is greatly influencing their child with their deception and lack of moral character? I believe that this lone corrupt individual must be left to bask in their own self-destruction. I choose to neither feed nor lend energy to this hateful, dark, putrid excuse for a human being.

Because some things never change.

So I’ll tell you how I handle it. I choose happiness. My drama cup shall remain empty. I’ve made it this far, and believe me when I say I ain’t going back. I choose that bright light that our Lord promises and provides, free of charge – for any of us who are willing to receive it.

Posted by  |  October 5, 2010 | Categories: Life Struggles, Opinion, Rants, Thoughts | Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 8 Comments

Update 3

As of 1848 Monday night… Dad’s out of surgery and doing absolutely wonderful. Just spoke with him (so great to hear his voice) and he was talking up a storm. They brought his dinner in while we were talking and he was oh-so-excited to eat, said he was starving. Apparently the surgery took longer than they originally thought, unfortunately I don’t know any of the details yet on it. All in all though, he sounds like he is doing super. Thanks to all for the prayers sent up for him!! God is so very good.

Blessings to all. ♥♥

Posted by  |  October 4, 2010 | Categories: Family, Health | 8 Comments

Update 2

As of last night, Dad’s surgery is supposed to take place some time today. He’s been hospitalized again ever since last Thursday after a brief night of hell at home. I’m hoping they can go ahead and get this thing taken care of so he can get back home, recover, and go back to living his life. He told me last night that he knows this whole thing has been a mess – to which I replied it certainly isn’t his fault. That’s the kind of man he is though, always worried about inconveniencing others.

My aunt (Dad’s sister) is on her way up to Durham this morning to be with him post-surgery and get him back home, as he could be released as soon as tomorrow. I always feel like they release you too soon. Now I know I’m no doctor, but I’ve seen this happen far too many times to even count. People being released that can’t even walk, change their dressing, etc. – sometimes resulting in even more emergency care. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out it’s all about insurance and the money part. In any case, my thoughts and prayers will be with him today and I’ll be sure to give an update as soon as I know something!

Everyone here has been so kind with your thoughts and prayers, and I want you to know it means the world to me – and to Dad. 🙂

Posted by  |  October 4, 2010 | Categories: Family, Health | Tags: , , , , , , , , | 2 Comments

God Bless the Broken Road

I heard it again on the way to work the other morning. It’s been a favorite song of mine for a little over a year now – admittedly about how long I’ve been listening to country music.

I often wonder just how many individuals this song has affected in a positive way. A good friend of mine got married last month, and her wedding theme was based around the song. The lyrics never cease to captivate me. When life was at it’s bleakest, out of the darkness came something along the lines of a northern star… pointing me down exactly the right path, and into the arms of that special someone. The various stumbles and falls along my path were actually paving the way for another another chance at life – and at love.

I’ve always believed there is a reason for everything. We many not understand our troubles at the given time, but God is so good. He knows our hearts, our hurts, every tiny little piece of us. He will provide, if only we will place our trust completely in Him.

I set out on a narrow way, many years ago
Hoping I would find true love along the broken road
But I got lost a time or two
Wiped my brow and kept pushing through
I couldn’t see how every sign pointed straight to you

Every long lost dream led me to where you are
Others who broke my heart, they were like northern stars
Pointing me on my way into your loving arms
This much I know is true

That God blessed the broken road
That led me straight to you
Yes He did

I think about the years I spent, just passing through
I’d like to have the time I lost, and give it back to you
But you just smile and take my hand
You’ve been there, you understand
It’s all part of a grander plan that is coming true

Every long lost dream led me to where you are
Others who broke my heart, they were like northern stars
Pointing me on my way into your loving arms
This much I know is true

That God blessed the broken road
That led me straight to you

But now I’m just rolling home into my lover’s arms
This much I know is true

That God blessed the broken road
That led me straight to you

That God blessed the broken road
That led me straight to you

Posted by  |  October 2, 2010 | Categories: Life Struggles, Love, Music, Relationships | Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , | 4 Comments

Update 1

What a mess. Poor Dad is back to being transported to the Durham VA hospital. Yesterday the Charlotte hospital had released him to go home when they learned he wouldn’t be getting the surgery done with them, and when Durham learned of the release (and also of his life vest continually attempting to go off and shock the ever-loving  #%*! out of him) they advised him he was not safe at home and instead needed to be there.

I’m hoping to get a phone call from him when he gets to his destination, poor fella’s gotta be wore slap out since I heard he hasn’t slept since Wednesday night. Preliminary schedule for surgery is still late in the week next week, and we’re all hoping that date’ll improve. I know he so appreciates the prayers.

Posted by  |  September 30, 2010 | Categories: Family, Health | Tags: , , , , , , , | 4 Comments