Saturday, February 21, 2009

Oh, Scrappy Day..........

We're having a good time cutting up paper and taping it back together.

Sunday, February 15, 2009

It's That Time of Year........

I've got my own form of "seasonal disorder"; aka "sleep deprivation".

It happens about twice a year and is compounded when things are a little distracting.

It's how I started the blog....being up late, surfing the net, looking for something. Who knows what!

Hopefully, this go around is short lived.

Saturday, February 14, 2009

At the Crack of Dawn......

JtotheJoy flew to Miami after a week of rehearsals in Chicago to sail on the NCL Dawn.


I'll keep you posted on the Dawn Second City antics......
Happy Valentine's Day, Mr L, you are my rock!

Friday, February 13, 2009

The Little People.........

...came over for pizza last weekend. It's always fun to have them around - they have SO much energy. (That's why God made parents really young!)
I borrowed some toys from the library and kids enjoyed them - they kept them busy for a bit.
The pizza was just OK - from Domino's and not their best but we had a big salad to go with it.
McKeely was wearing her "My Aunt Rocks" shirt - YEA....Aunt Mary Rocks.

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

Happy Birthday, Blog........

One year ago today, I began the blog.

How can February 10th, 2008 feel like only yesterday, but yet, feel like it was so long ago? It seems like only yesterday when I started the blog, but so much has happened.

So, Happy Birthday, Blog......I'm sorry I didn't get you a gift - there's a recession going on, you know!

If you're reading this however, feel free to send money!

Or gift cards to Macy's or Talbot's....something like that!

My blog will love you forever.

Thursday, February 5, 2009


I guess if you don't have a specific allegiance to either of the teams in the big bowl: the Super Bowl, then you have to pick. L's from PA, and Roethlisberger was from Miami University, so we went with the Steelers. Besides, they were the favorite to win.

Sometimes, in those types of football games, I cheer for the team that has the ball. That's where the action is after all.

On Sunday, we had a mini super bowl party of gigantic proportions. We viewed the game on a TEN FOOT projection and it was awesome. We had a few family over, minus Dad, and it was a very fun night. We sat through the entire game which, if you saw the game, you know why. Sometimes it's more about the commercials than the game, but not this time. The commercials were just so-so, but the game was better than we thought it was going to be. Each team actually gave the other a run-for-the-money.....or the ring, I guess!

Cousin, C enjoying the eats and the game.......
Uncle B relaxes during the game:

Auntie M takes over in the kitchen without missing a single first down!

As my Aunt says, "it always comes down to the last two minutes of the game" and she was right.
The final play of the game......... (HEY, stand still so I can take your picture!)

Life is What Happens to You While You're Busy Making Other Plans......

A few things have happened since my last post.

Dad was hospitalized for four days with pneumonia. He's a very healthy guy all things considered - his age being the most thing: the little guy is 85! and he's like the Energizer Bunny.....he just keeps on going. People say that "age is just a number", but when you're starts to become a measurement of sorts. He stopped driving in the last several months and now as I look back, it was the right decision. A decision that we made together, but still I was regretting because it took away most of his independence. But I'm more confident than ever that it was the right decision.

He started to get a cold - he gets a little cough, hoarse throat deal every year. His last visit to the doctor showed his blood pressure a little elevated so they put him on a BP medicine. That night, he took a "tumble" in his apartment. As we look back at it, we see that it was probably innocent of any other cause other than he stumbled and began this "forward momentum" that plunged him into the furniture. He got himself a nasty cut on his hand and a little bit of a wrenched back.

At that point, he did confess about the fall but maybe because he was turning down outing invitations which is so NOT like him. To know me is to know my family, and we don't usually turn down a good hoolie invite unless there's a good reason! But, at that point, I believe he became very sedentary in the apartment which obviously is where the pneumonia sorta settled in his lungs. I guess.....I'm no doctor! DUH

But get this point, the pneumonia part was totally unbeknownst to us.

Was he sick because of the fall? The blood pressure medicine? The cold? Or a combo?

And, if you are the overseer of the elderly, this is where you should pay attention.......over the course of about four days, he became increasingly confused about things that Dad never mixes up. He was unsteady on his feet, slurring his words and complained of no energy. Again....the medicine? the cold? One might say "well, at 85, you might become unstead on your feet and confused".....not our Dad.....he IS the sharpest knife in the drawer!

My brother Marty picked him up for some routine blood work and took him to the emergency room instead. Long story a little shorter: they admitted him for what we thought was overnight observation and ended up being four days. He became stronger and better every day but it did take the four days. His better speech did not return for the full four days and I look back at the experience and recall that it was terrible, but now is just a fading memory.

He was funny while he was he always is. Every doctor would come in and say the usual: "Sir, for what reason are you here?" His response would always be...."I don't know, ask my kids - they brought me here!"

Like the car.....again, making decisions for and with him that turned out to be right. Thank God.

Did you know that when the elderly get pneumonia, they don't typically get the fever that others do that might indicate pneumonia?

Did you know that the common cause of confusion and newly slurred speech (other than maybe too much Guinness - my Dad doesn't drink, he is a Pioneer....go ahead, google it!) is pneumonia (or maybe urinary tract infection)? I think that's good information to have. I refuse to take a class in the elderly, but there is a lot to learn. About them and from them.

By the time Dad was released last Friday - he had just about had it with the hospital. He did, however, find his stay at St John Westshore to be wonderful inspite of the reason and thought the staff was very nice and friendly. And, although I wouldn't normally choose to snap a photograph of someone IN the hospital.....I could not resist this shot of Dad with his "hooka bong"......

WE KNEW IT...............

The Perfect Day........

I get an automated email from a company that I do business If you're a scrapbooker, you are surely familiar with the site, if not - get there.

But, the email challenged us to consider what our perfect day would be and I was in no mood to consider or respond with what my perfect day would be. Nothing seemed to be going perfectly and it was a stark reminder that I don't know the definition of what perfect really is.

And, this automated email arrived AFTER I had posted my February 3rd post about "Perfect"......the perfect irony of it all.

So, I thought I should address it......

My perfect day?

Well, if I had my choice, it would be to live in a beautiful home, lavishly appointed in a posh neighborhood where no one wears "gap outlet". But if I had just a roof over my head, I hope that I would be perfectly happy.

If I had my choice, it would be to have a high paying, important job and my 401K & B & C were blossoming. But, if I had a job where I earned enough to pay my debts, I hope that I would be perfectly happy.

If I had my choice, I guess I would be married to the most handsome prince. But, if I had the love of a good man, I hope that I would be perfectly happy.

If I had my choice, my children would be perfect in every way, grow up to have important famous jobs and earn lots of money and accolades. But, if they were no longer sick, but healthy, I hope that it would be enough to make me happy for another day!

If I had my choice, my mother would still be living. But, I hope that the wonderful memories that I have of her will be enough to keep me perfectly happy for another day.

If I had my choice, I would have enough money to buy all the scrapbook stuff I wanted. BUT, I hope that the little extra that I have to spend will be enough to keep me working on my quest to preserve all my memories.

My dreams of a perfect day no longer include trips or fancy things.....they are more about surviving in this economy. Keeping the things that I have. My perfect day would include the continued success of my marriage to the man of MY dreams. My perfect day would include a day where I could say that my daughter is no longer sick and that my other daughter would remain healthy. My perfect day would be to hear my children say...."This is who I am and this is what I do and it makes me happy".

Perfect: per-fect (pur'fikt)
adj. Lacking nothing essential to the whole; complete of its nature or kind; thorough; pure; excellent and delightful in all respects

WELL NOW, I guess I do have it perfect after all.


Did you know that January was National Thyroid Awareness Month? (Go ahead, admit it, you forgot!)

Never before has there been such Thyroid awareness than in my house! Jess respectfully and piously mourned the loss of her thyroid and will never forget the month of January in 2009 and her trip down Thyroid memory lane.

God is truly Good......just in case you forgot!

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

PERFECT the enemy of done!

I don't know how to say what I need to say perfectly today.

Maybe tomorrow!