Friday, February 27, 2009
Thursday, February 26, 2009
(On the bowling note, I did pretty good last night. My average is 139. The first game I bowled a 145, second 188 and the third a 135. Not too shabby. I so love doing it.)
My plan for the day is:
- gas up my car
- buy 7 picture frames to fill and give the the 7 lovely ladies that were at the sock hop
- buy and cook dinner (or reheat) for The Hubby so he won't be too sad
- work, briefly
- maybe a trip to Daddy's to get some blackberries he keeps calling me about (they're in his freezer)
- ****MAYBE**** wash my nasty car
- go to writing class
Yup, got a lot to do today. Oh, I wrote the letter to my dermatologist and put it in the mail yesterday. Let's see if there is a response from it, or not.
Last night I watched American Idol and really thought it was a waste of my time. There were only two on there that warranted any speck of my time, Nick/Norman and Adam. I was back and forth watching The Biggest Loser which got more of my watching time. I really don't want to watch Idol tonight. I just want to catch who makes it through. I will miss Survivor but will catch it tomorrow morning before work. I also watched the finale of Top Chef and was so very sad that Carla did not win. She was awesome but let Casey (her sous chef) convince her to do stuff she knew was not her. Carla, there was a reason Casey did not win last season. I was glad though that Stephan did not win but he did redeem himself in my eyes when Carla knew she f**ked it up and knew she was not going to win and began to cry. He was very sympathetic to her and teary. Made me go awww. Next week begins the model thingy with Tyson Beckford. I am such a reality show addict. It's very sad. I'll over come it sometime, hopefully.
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
This morning I hit the ground running. The carpenter was here as I was attempting to leave so I had to chit-chat about the bath remodel and decide on a few things. The floor guys were here also to put the first coat of stain on the floor.
I finally got on the road and went to the wallpaper place to put in the order of the lovely paper I chose. In the car again I whizzed down to Broken Arrow to see Daddy and make his appointment for the surgery. I wanted to do it with him around just in case there were questions I couldn't answer. Well, that was a wasted trip as the lady that does that was out of the office till Monday and another lady would have to call me back, today! So, kiss-kiss Daddy's cheek and I was off again. Mind you it was only 9 am and I had done a bunch already this morning. I arrived at the office opened three days of mail because I was gone Friday and Monday. I wasn't supposed to work today but B has the "plague" from both ends and I told her STAY AWAY FROM ME!!! A little work, open some bills, and make a deposit, a quick Lean Cuisine lunch, more work and then off to my painting class. I was not about to let that slip by. It is a nice release for me. This is today's progress picture but you see the others here...
DAMMIT...I already wrote this part but the stupid blogger didn't save it so here we go again....I don't need this, and it was good too. ARGHHHHHH!!!
Bottom line is Daddy's surgery is going to be June 8th. It was the earliest I could get. The problem is that I won't be in the country. The Hubby and I will be in Ireland. We've had it booked and paid for nine months. My brother and sister can handle it and he will be okay!!! (This is not what I originally wrote as it was funny but I have a headache and don't feel like trying to get it out of the saved file in my brain.)
Monday, February 23, 2009
Finding the building where Daddy's appointment was took me a bit. I finally found the right one at 1:30 and walked in to find him sitting, waiting anxiously for me. He filled out part of the paper work and was glad to have me finish it. Sitting in the waiting room with my Daddy and waiting and waiting was agonizing for me. The room was packed with all ages of people, well at least over forty at least. There were canes and wheelchairs in abundance. Some even lined up against the wall with people. One of the wheelchair ladies either got really hot sitting there or she had a stomach bug because a nurse came running out from behind the window with a small trash basket in her hand. She was quick to catch the vomit. I couldn't look. Coughing, hacking and vomit was not what I needed right now with my compromised immune system. There were so many people in the office that there was not a place to sit. I was getting a little claustrophobic with fear of illness. People were going through the door to find themselves coming back out to wait more. Finally at 2:00 his name was called and he with cane slowly made his way to the next waiting area. Actually, that was short. The nurse came in immediately and began asking him questions, most of which he could not hear, one of the reasons I was to be there. Daddy had his x-ray's that his primary care doctor took but they weren't good enough, naturally, so new x-ray's. They handed him a pair of blue paper shorts that he needed to put on. I got the wonderful task of helping him out of his jeans and into the shorts. (Where was my sister or brother.) The doctor was pretty nice and told him that he definitely had bone on bone, arthritis. He could do surgery now or he could wait. It would not get better but probably worse. Daddy went in with the idea that he was doing surgery and if they told him tomorrow he would do it. We were given a card to call tomorrow to set up the appointment for the big day, probably April. Tomorrow morning I will show up at his house where I can tap into him for information and his health insurance cards to set up the appointment. He doesn't hear well on the phone and relies on we kids to do this part. As we were standing in the elevator going down to the lobby I teared up. I was just having a meltdown right there in the elevator. We walked outside and I told him again that I would be at his house in the AM to set up the details and he was glad. I walked to my car in the opposite part of the parking lot and the tears were welling up. I just can't do this. I called my brother and told him what went down and cried. I called my sister and then totally lost it. I just can't do this. I know in my head that Daddy is really in very good health and will be okay but Granny fell, broke her hip, and had surgery. She was never the same. Momma fell, broke her hip, had surgery and died a month later. I know logically that he will be fine but my heart is just terrified. I just can't go through this stuff so soon again without being healed inside and out. I think I'll make an appointment with the therapist tomorrow. This is going to set me up for more depression.
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Now for the weekend. D picked me up at lunch time on Friday afternoon and we made a quick stop at Panera for some bread for B as Duncan has nothing to compare. We had a bite to eat and were on our way. Oh, and Donna also made a stop at Whole Foods for halibut, cheeses and fruit for our weekend as again can not be found in Duncan. So sad for a great cook as B is. Finally, we were on our way. The drive was about threes hours of chatter, chatter, chatter. It made the drive very short. We arrived at B & M's beautiful new house and were greeted with hugs and laughter. A quick tour of B&M's house and the wonderful artist's loft B uses to create her beautiful watercolors then we were ready to continue how we started the weekend off at Panera, with food. It seems the whole weekend would be wrapped around FOOD! M cracked open some awesome wine, Rosso by Francis Ford Coppola which I had way too much of and had to hit the blow up mattress at an early 7:30. I'm rushing ahead. Since we hit the town close to dinner and were famished M proceeded to create some wonderful homemade pizzas. The first one was a homemade pesto that B made herself. Next he made a caramelized red onion and tomato sauce and the last a supreme. I'm not sure which one this one was but they were all awesome and made for delicious lunch the next day.Tummies full we hit the sheets. I of course much sooner than the others although they imbibed a bit themselves after I went to bed.
Our Hosts: B & M
The next morning was brought with fresh donuts that M's brother makes in his donut shop and yummy coffee. We puttered around the house reading design magazines, chatting and watching cooking shows and M showed me his Kindle he got from Amazon. I WANT ONE! The plan for the day was to look around the town and do a little shopping. The first place was a clothing store which I bought too many cute little tops. Then we hit a couple of designer stores. A quick trip back to the house for yummy pizza then we were on to a couple of antique shops. One special place B wanted to take us was to a bead shop where she had some special beads and we each made our own earrings to commemorate the weekend we shared.
Back home for more food...yes, yes, yes. B whipped up some a wonderful appetizer of fresh tomatoes, basil, mozzarella cheese, capers and balsamic glaze and more Rosso wine.
Then came the delicious fish tacos that she made with halibut, chopped cabbage, hot peppers and avocado's.
D, B and Me after dinner. I'm wearing one of my new purchases and we all have our earrings on. Unfortunately, my face is back to natural as I'm not supposed to wear makeup for a bit because of the eye thing so I'm back to the no bra, no makeup and no shoes!
After dinner we all got our comfys on and headed to the couch for an after dinner drink (I can't remember what it was). We listened to music and then tried to watch a movie.
This morning I heard talking in the kitchen but with no clock in the room I wasn't sure what time it was. It was still dark but the sweet aroma of coffee let me know it was definitely morning. I got up to find B and M puttering around in the kitchen with the sun beginning to peak through. I grabbed my cameras and rushed outside to capture the moment.
Shortly afternoon D shuffled around the corner squinting and asking what time it was. I told her to go back to bed but it was too late, she was awake. M went to the store to get a few goodies for our wonderful chef to cook breakfast and was back in a flash. B go busy frying up bacon, potatoes and eggs but they were all with a twist. The eggs were spiced up with chives and a light goat cheese and the potatoes were spicy with red onions fried in. D squeezed fresh orange juice with a grapefruit added and breakfast was on. After the delicious breakfast we packed up and then made a quick trip to visit a friend of B's and her friends new grand baby. The next stop was a lunch date with D's daughter in Norman where she is a student. It was a wonderful Mexican restaurant called Tara? something. Very good. I rolled back into the truck and fought sleep all the way home. D and I had some really nice talks going to Duncan and then back home. It's so nice to break out and make some new friends. I so needed this weekend and it gives me hope that I will survive this drought in my life with my friendships. I love you D & B and M too. Thank you.
Friday, February 20, 2009
She doesn't look up but says, "He will look at that if he has time as only the eye was scheduled for this time slot. You may have to make another appointment."
Then the PA comes in and he looks carefully at my eye, tells me he will prescribe something and yadda, yadda, yadda...While he writing the script I proceed to tell him about the MRSA and yadda, yadda, yadda. He never looks up but continues to write. He never asks a question. When he is through writing he looks up, hands me the script and tells me how to use it, if it doesn't get better in a week or so to call. Tells me goodbye and walks out the door. I am left sitting on the papered table, holding the blue prescription paper, speechless while the PA's assistant is left watching me. I pick up my stuff and walk out the door feeling so angry I could hardly walk. What the hell just happened. Why not just look at the MRSA. Why do I have to make another appointment when I'm already there and he only spent 5 minutes with me. WHAT THE HELL! I already have a problem with the stupid receptionist people and their awful phone system that you can hardly hear on, now this. I may have to write a letter to the doctor as I've been a patient for over 20 years. On top of it all I really liked, I said LIKED the guy but now I'm not so sure. I am not a happy camper at all.
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Last night The Hubby and B went to their group dance class while I skipped bowling and went to a get together with a bunch of my old Jazzercise friends. Since so many have left the center and moved on we have vowed to stay close and meet every other month for talk, laughter, wine, and togetherness. There were about twenty-five of us with tons of food and chatter. I love these women. Here is another example of something feeding your soul. My painting feeds me, my writing feeds me and friends feed me. Several of them told me how much they missed me and my smile and laughter. That makes me feel awesome inside. That alone will heal my body. (I am healing, truly.)
Yesterday I finally was able to connect with the friend that has been causing me so much unhappiness. I just don't know how the best friend friendship is going to stay alive with only seeing or hearing from each other every few months or so. But, yesterday was nice. True it was an hour eeked out of her busy schedule but that was okay and I enjoyed our lunch and chat and I finally was able to give her Christmas presents to her...yeah I know. Funny, she forgot mine. Oh well. Won't let that bother me after a wonderful night as last night.
I'm hiding here in my room as the trash truck whines by and the workers in the entry bath are sawing and hammering and chatting about the job. I will have to sneak through the hall in a minute to hit the shower but right now I'm enjoying the sunshine making me squint this morning. Awww, spring is just around the corner.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Painting class today!
Monday, February 16, 2009
Tuesday I went to another painting class and I'm so very excited with the results. I neglected to take a picture of the base I started with but tomorrow I will. The past couple of weeks I didn't do too much on the piece except fill in the background of muted leaves but Tuesday I actually traced my drawing of the window and fan on the canvas and began to put color on top of the background. I painted the window and fan, basic stuff and by the end of the class when I hung the canvas back on the wall to wait till this week and stood back I was amazed. It looked like a fan sitting in a window. I was just giddy with excitement and awe that I created that. This painting class is so feeding my soul, probably more than the writing right now. Tomorrow I will take pictures before more paint is applied and will continue until I finish the piece. I really can't wait to finish this and start another. Very exciting. Now today I have to try and get something to share with my writing group tonight. I missed last week but need to go this week to keep up a good habit.
Uh, oh...I will finish this in a bit as my MIL just pulled up out front of the office. She is here for me to type some minutes she had to take at a meeting at the retirement community. Her computer is not working right for her so I'm her girl....I will be back in a sec...............................Okay now that I'm back 2 hours later. The MIL had me do her little chore and then had to chat for a bit, then A called and now I'm chatting and blogging...I'm multi-tasking.
This weekend was a blast, that is after the annual meeting at our gated community at the lake/cabin. The meeting was from 10 to 1:30 in the afternoon. Needless to say I was getting very upset with some of the people and their inability to keep up with what was being said. Made me a little nuts. Should have just gone home. Anyway, later that afternoon Sin, Harri and I, PO, PH and JG all showed up to decorate the wigwam for our sock hop that night. I was in charge of music and baked beans and I must say the music was AWESOME! I had nearly three hours of 50's music on a playlist and we danced the night away. Most everyone showed up dressed up with a 50's theme. I wore my bowling shirt that we got at the Bowling Museum in St. Louis. My hair is long enough now that I had a bouncy, curly ponytail with a scarf that my cousin gave me on my 16th birthday. Others were in poodle skirts, long white shirts and The Hubby had his jeans rolled up with a white T-shirt and a package of unfiltered Camels rolled up in his sleeve. His hair is long enough now that he had a duck tail in the back. What fun we all had!
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
On another note. I am again having another bout of the MRSA virus though not a bad one. I'm hoping that my taking the probiotics, Vitamin C, multi-vitamins, and eating well, rest and exercise that my body will fight this one off successfully without going on yet another round of antibiotics. I just can't do that again. I knew this cold might bring a relapse and I was right. My body is just trying to fight a lot of stuff off. First the cold, then the stupid hit to my lip thing which left me a gigantic mouth ouchy, my body is going to have to gear up to heal itself. Seems to be doing good this time around though. My mouth is healing and the cold thing is better everyday. I'm very tired of being on the wrong side of well lately. It plays with my mind a lot and gets me depressed pretty quick. Last week I mentioned that I was not going to see the therapist for a few months then the very next day the MRSA hit and a few phone calls from a sick kiddo in California and my head took a nose dive. It is amazing how the mind can play such a huge role in your physical health but it does. I've taken some steps on the road to my mental health getting better but I'm hitting some speed bumps trying to get there. I want to write, I want to paint but I need to find the time WITHOUT interruption. I need more than a day here and a day there. I need several days in a row. I have tried to stay home for a couple of days but The Hubby seems to find me. I think I need to run away (temporarily) for a few days. I am going to try and make that happen. Hey, when is spring break. Maybe I can do that at the office if B is not teaching. Maybe I can run to the cabin and just hide for several days in a row. I'll work on that plan.
Monday, February 09, 2009
I'm up this morning but that is about all I can muster today is that I'm up. I was going to go to Jazzercise but I'm still feeling the effects of the upper respiratory stuff. You would think that I would be better but it wants to try to get stuck in my chest in the AM. I'm also not sure if the MRSA is trying to yet again take hold in my armpit again. I have been avoiding shaving for over a month now because of my fear in that area but last week I broke down and couldn't stand it anymore. Well, now I've been fighting the little pimply things that plague me there that can turn. I have a knot but not sure if that is it or the bad shaver thing. It is messing with my mind. I've ramped up my multi-vitamin, Vitamin-C, probiotics intake to try to get really healthy. I have to go into the spring well. I'm seriously debating on whether to quit Jazzercise or not. I just don't enjoy it as well with the new center and people. I miss my friends. I may join where The Hubby goes but he HAS to keep his mouth and opinions to himself if I do that. Just don't know. I think on it.
Bro called last night to make sure I heard about Daddy's news that he needs a hip replacement. He wants to make sure one of us goes to the next doctor visit to hear all that is going on. Our sweet Daddy tends to hear only what he wants to hear and then he embellishes it to make it sound good. He gets stuff totally wrong all the time. I told Bro I was not sure I was ready to do the "hip" thing again because it brought up all the stuff about Momma and her hip ordeal. Just makes me a little edgy about it. We'll get through though as we three "kids" work well together when it comes to this kind of stuff.
It is time I hit the shower and head to the office now. Gotta get on with the day!
Saturday, February 07, 2009
I woke up this morning about 7:30, yes I slept in, and The Hubby was still asleep. It is a little after 9:30 now and when I came over here to the deck about 9, he was still snoring! That is really unheard of for him. We partied a little last night on Sin and Bare's deck. Sin fixed crockpot fajitas. (I'll find out how she cooks them.) They were awesome. We had Tex-Mex fest with lots of wine and for me champagne or sparkling wine. We had laughter and lots of girl talk inside about Brazilian Wax while the guys were outside around the fire farting and telling dirty jokes. We are planning a Sock-Hop for next weekend at the wigwam so I loaded up my IPOD with 50's music and that was playing outside. After a bit the doors opened, the music spilled in and most of the ladies found themselves on the deck with the guys dancing the mashed potato and twist. It was an awesome time last night and I don't have a hangover or headache to speak of. When we hit the sheets last night I cranked open the window and didn't close it till about 4 am. The air was crisp and clear and the moon bright, making the room look like we turned the lights on. It was an fantastic Friday night at CC.
Today I hope to get a little drawing in, a little writing, a little reading, and a little walking. Tomorrow I will be back in town, hopefully for the Street Cats Furry Valentine auction to benefit the no-kill shelter. My girl Sheezekrafty will have some jewelry in it for the worthwhile organization that she has volunteered for a number of years and where her two babies Pimmy and Vera came from.
I almost forgot, Daddy called The Hubby's cell phone last night which there is very little service here. The Hubby told me to call him back and I did pretty quick as my daddy never calls unless something is up. I called him back with a mild pannic in my chest. He just wanted to tell me that he went to the doctor and the doc told him he needs his hip replaced. Well, you know that is part of what happened to Momma. We put her in the nursing home, she fell a few days into her stay, had surgery, and was gone the next month. The therapist on Thursday told me that HE didn't think I had dealt fully with the loss of my momma and friend Gail, like my girls have said. I poo-pooed that idea but yesterday I found out he may be right. At lunch with The Hubby at the wonderful Bangkok Thai buffet I told him about my session with the guy and what he said and then I explained that his little near death experience brought out all the feelings again after 2 years (almost 3 now). Then we started talking about my not wanting the responsibility of my daddy and his impending health stuff and then he tried to explain that may be the feeling of his oldest brother and why he didn't show up at the hospital when The Hubby was on the vent for three days. I've been VERY pissed off at the BIL over this and The Hubby defended him. I'm sorry. I got upset and told The Hubby that even though we knew he was going to be alright that it was his brother and it was scary but that I needed the support. It would have been for me too. I almost started to break down right there. I couln't believe how angry I was over it. Hmmm, maybe the therapist is right. I told him I would not have another appointment for a few months but I may have to rescend that option. Now I have to worry about Daddy and his operation and I have the power of attorney, I'm on all the documentation of his finances and pertinent papers and I'm not sure I want the responsibility. There is that word again. I think I want to run away from it sometimes. Got to think on this one.
Friday, February 06, 2009
Good morning. This is a wonderful morning so far. The sun is just beaming through my window and I'm so enjoying it. I thought I would get to sleep in this morning but of course that didn't happen and I guess I need to stop trying to expect it during the week. This morning The Hubby didn't turn the ceiling fan off. He didn't turn on lights and the light he did turn on in the bathroom area he turned it off as he went to fix his breakfast. What he did do was turn on the TV and watch The River Wild with Meryl Streep and Kevin Bacon at a decibel level that made jump out of bed when the dog started barking and a gun went off. Well, I guess my day started at 5:30 instead of 7 like I had planned. Oh well. I will get the house picked up for the girl to clean, pack for the lake and go to the office and do a little-itty-bit of work.
Last night I went to dinner with three of my favorite ladies and we had the most wonderful fun talking and laughing and I realized what great friends they are. I'm sending them thank you cards today telling them how much I treasure their friendship.
If I don't post anything till Sunday it is because I will be out of pocket so toodles everyone.
Thursday, February 05, 2009
My life this week has been a bit uneventful except I've had the darned head cold or upper respiratory thing The Hubby graced upon me. I wasn't really sure if it was that or an allergic reaction to the sand and salt that has been flying all over the streets from the ice and snow. Last year I noticed that I had the same kind of flair up when the city salted and sanded, so there may be something there. We'll see if it happens next year, then I'll know. Back to this week. I've been to work, had my workouts, went to writing group, painting class and had the usual phone calls from the girls. Today I have another session with my therapist and it may be my last. I feel that I'm doing pretty good since I declared that 2009 is the year for "Jill"! I have been pro-active in achieving some of my dreams and they are rocking along. I am dealing with my desires for my life and making them happen. That is so good for me and I'm getting so much out of the art and writing.
The friend issue. I am still working on that but I have come to the conclusion that I have TONS of friends. Last month, while writing in my personal journal I decided to do an exercise and began writing down all of my friends. I filled several pages. This little exercise made me realize I shouldn't be so down in the mouth about this one friend and rejoice in the many, many friends that I do have. I needed to readjust my belief a little about what a friend is to me. I needed to embrace what I do have. Tonight, three of my oldest and dearest friends from church, which I don't frequent much anymore, are coming over to share a few glasses of wine, talk and dinner. Several years ago when our Methodist Women group went belly up we of started a Birthday Club. There were a few more ladies in the little club but most of them kind of fizzled out. The core of this group were us four, TF, TP, PF and myself. I love these women, my friends and truly look forward to being with them. I have a lot in common with all of them. All of our children grew up together in the church, Sunday school and youth group. We were active together in many committees and functions at the church but even though I am not an active member anymore, they still are an integral part of my life. We are friends outside of the confines of the church and I love it. I love these women immensely and look forward each time to our dinner thing. We can spend hours before we go out just talking and I so need that. So my friend problems are working out in a different way and I love it. Here's to my friends!
Now that is said I am off to begin writing on a new story. I've been developing characters for a week now but I need to make the story take shape. Later all.