Saturday, January 30, 2010
Friday, January 29, 2010
As most of you know, Fran and I love to go to a flea market/farmer’s market about eight miles from here. It is good exercise for me. Some days I have to use my cane, and some days I don’t need it. The flea market is always on Tuesdays, often rain or shine. Usually we are there with me complaining about how dumb we are.
Last fall about the last Tuesday before winter arrived the produce truck had Yukon Gold potatoes on sale for five dollars for fifty pounds. Can you imagine our good luck! Fran and I worked and worked making French fries and American fries and hash browns for the freezer. Those potatoes are so very good.
A few weeks ago I happened onto a meat sale that was smoked pork chops for eighty nine cents a pound in ten pound boxes, so I bought twenty pounds. Well, that was an ooops! That happens sometimes you know. They were so thin and so thick and some were all hide. I knew I could make soup out of them, but Fran doesn’t like beans and ham. Today I went out to the freezer to get something for supper. There were the boxes of smoked pork chops and bags of frozen potatoes. I brought them into the house, thawed them out, cut the pork chops in chunks, chopped onion and put them in the bowl, mixed mushroom soup and milk and poured that over the potatoes and ham. To finish it off I put slices of Velveeta cheese over the top and baked it for an hour. Oh yummy! I am so happy I thought of that because that will empty out the boxes of chops. Fran was surprised that is was not ham. I am so happy that I could fix the ooops.
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Dr. Seeley was a physician in the little town where I grew up. He had darker skin than I did, whether it was his nationality or if he spent more time in the sun than I did, I didn’t know or care, he was a very nice man. His hair was black as coal and he had black hair on his arms and he smelled like tobacco. He wore a white uniform like our pharmacists do now days.
Dr. Seeley made home office calls after his office visits. That was not unusual at all for doctors in those days.
I can remember one day he came to see me. I remember I had a lot of pain in my belly. My mother was very nervous which was unusual for her. Of course, I was very young and didn’t think of all the horrible things that could be wrong with me, thank goodness. I didn’t know that my sister had had a cyst on her ovary when she was my age. I am sure that is what my mother was afraid of, if not other horrific things. It turned out that it was only menstrual cramping and I was just fine. If that’s what you want to call it.
In those days you just didn’t take medicine. If I had a headache which was seldom I was told to lay down with a cold cloth on my head. Hmm, no aspirin?
If I told my mom I “didn’t feel good” the first thing she always asked me was had I gone to the bathroom in the last day or two. That seemed to be the question and the fix for any problem. That was one thing that was in the medicine cabinet; Ex-Lax.
Monday, January 25, 2010
When I was about twenty seven or twenty eight years old, I had two little ones that required a lot of care. One of them especially was very “busy.”
One day I got a dull toothache. The next day I got a toothache that required some aspirin. The next day I had a toothache that made me moan with pain even with aspirin every four hours.
It seemed that the more my tooth hurt the more difficult it was to care for my little ones and the naughtier at least one of them misbehaved most often, both of them or it seemed.
I can remember not sleeping well at all those nights. Those of you that have or had little ones their little wants and needs seem to magnify when you are not feeling well. I asked friends and family about a good dentist that didn’t charge an arm and a leg. In those days we had no insurance and very little money. The appointment was made for the next day. I couldn’t believe I didn’t have to wait for several days to get in.
When I walked in the office I was the only one in the waiting room. Soon the assistant called my name and I was escorted into one of the exam rooms. In about fifteen minutes the dentist walked in and said a very curt hello. I immediately thought, “ eww not very friendly, are you guy?” The dentist had white hair, a white mustache and yellow teeth. His breath smelled old. You have to take into consideration how young I was.
He checked all of my teeth and used the little mirror and so on and so on. He told me that my wisdom teeth were bad; one especially. He said that a former dentist had filled it and now it had decayed below the filling. He would have to pull it. I felt the prickling of tears behind my eyes. I was scared to death and the old man did nothing to help me at all. He gave me three shots of Novocain. Those shots scared me too because I had had a lot of dental work done and three shots of Novocain was excessive. After letting me sit for what seemed like forever, he came in with, I kid you not a pliers. He tapped my tooth with the pliers. It did not hurt. He pried and pulled and nothing happened. I had my black patent leather purse in my lap to hold on to for dear life. All of a sudden he grabbed my purse and threw it across the room. He climbed up on my lap, yes my lap, and jerked and jerked and out came my tooth. He did not apologize at all. He said, “there you go.” He also admonished me for having a wisdom tooth filled.
I told everybody I knew not to go to him. The next day my mouth hurt so bad the pain was excruciating. The next day was worse. I called the dentist and he said since it wasn’t bleeding it was a “dry socket.” The thing to cure it was to bite on a dry tea bag. That was like magic. That took the pain away almost immediately.
Years later I am so much wiser!
Don’t take this medication if you are pregnant, or if you are planning on becoming pregnant. Don’t take this medicine if you are taking this medicine and that medicine. This medication could cause you to have a swollen tongue and choking symptoms. Side effects may cause you to have hives and constipation and diarrhea (that’s interesting). This medicine should not be taken if you have liver disease (some people don’t know). Don’t take this medicine if you have kidney disease (do you know?) This medication could cause respiratory failure, this one could cause heart attacks, and stroke. This medication has been known to cause depression and thoughts of suicide. This medication can cause low blood pressure and could cause blood clots and internal bleeding. This medication could be fatal.
I think this list is just a tiny tiny part of what we hear on television when companies are advertising medication.
These ads scare me to tell you the truth. How can a doctor possibly know which medicines could be a death warrant to you. One might just be the last straw and will be deadly to you and no one else.
Once my doctor gave me a statin and it made me swell up something fierce. I could barely get my shoes on. Sure enough he looked it up on his computer, it could cause swelling. Should he have done that before he gave it to me, or maybe it doesn’t do that to the majority of people. I don’t know.
One thing that I hear on television that makes me shake my head is a declaration that people that have taken brand xyz medication may have developed xxyyzz or may have developed a fatal disease from taking it, to contact telephone number 1234566. In just a few minutes I swear there was an ad for the same medication. And besides that, if you are dead you just cannot make that call!!!
One thing I do know for sure, don’t take medication from one of your friends or family members and go to your regular physician for a renewal or for a new prescription.
Saturday, January 23, 2010
Well, I never thought that I would be writing a blog a year ago. I didn’t know what a blog was a year ago. I am an avid reader of the Reader’s Digest and one day they were suggesting that people with interesting lives should write their memoirs. They explained that memoirs do not have to be in exact order. I sat there in my chair and thought about if I had had an interesting life. I knew I had had a very blessed life, with three healthy children and was well taken care of as far as being warm and fed and loved by my parents and siblings. All of my grandchildren were born healthy and ornery and funny. That was the key, I wanted my children and grandchildren to get to know me better than they did then. I knew if something happened to me those stories would be gone forever.
I knew nothing about starting and creating a blog. I felt like I was trudging through thick mud with my dad’s five buckle overshoes on. Oh, it was so difficult. Once I had it done, I emailed the news to my brother. He wrote back and said that he had looked several times and couldn’t see it. He finally found it. I had to change the address. I knew nothing about it.
The next thing I had to master and am still trying to master is my spelling, sentence structure and grammar. Thank goodness for spell check.
The stories I started writing the first part of the year were about my ancestors and the settling of the little town outside of where I was raised. I thought they would be interested in those.
Friday, January 22, 2010
My little guy was also full of pranks and loved to tease me. His blue eyes just sparkled with fun and future pranks to be seen.
Of course, like all moms know little ones are slippery when you get them out of the tub. This one particular day I did get him all dried off and his clothes laid out ready for a new day. I went to the bathroom to get him and he was gone. I ran downstairs and he was not there. I looked outside and naked as a jay bird he was running down the sidewalk as fast as he could go and looking back at me and laughing his little head off at the joke he had played on his mama.
We had just moved to the city and I am sure that the neighbors thought I was a terrible mother. But what are you going to do? Just hope for a better day and say to yourself, someday I will think this is funny. “Some” day has arrived, I am smiling as I think of my little streaker.
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
The state of Texas has always bragged about being the biggest state in the union. They brag about the biggest steaks, the biggest cowboy hats and on and on.
The state of Texas, as of yesterday afternoon about one o’clock had to make room for one more big, little boy.
That little boy’s name is Jesse James Want. The special part of this little guy is that he is my husband’s great grandson. I can’t believe this for a minute. I am just not old enough to be sleeping with a great grandfather, do you think? You don’t realize that I am plenty old enough. If anyone would look at me anymore you would think she probably has a dozen. I have let my hair go gray, Fran has gray in his hair, but the problem is, that when I look in the mirror it is a total shock. In my mind, I am about forty, I think Fran feels the same way.
Fran’s daughter put pictures on Facebook for us to look at since she didn’t have our email address with her at home. I showed Fran the pictures after I blew them up and he just grinned. He thought the baby looked like he would be able to go home if everything was alright with his granddaughter.
Fran is an old pro at this, he and his wife had six children and a posse of grandchildren! By looking at Fran’s expression however, this little guy holds his own special place in the family and his heart.
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
When I was an old teenager, fifteen or sixteen you know, I had a curfew of midnight on weekends. I was not allowed to go out during the week unless it was school activities or church related. You have no idea how much I wanted to go to “buck night” at the drive in movie. “Buck Night” was on Wednesday night, so that was a no go. I may have gone one time. You packed as many bodies in one car as you could and it only cost one dollar. Kids packed blankets and popcorn in the trunk and more or less ignored the movie. The movies at the drive in were usually horror movies anyway so I didn’t miss wonderful what we used to call “shows.”
My mother always meant what she said. When she said no, she meant no and when she said midnight she meant midnight. I was the kind of teenager to test the obvious just to see if that was in fact true. One night my boyfriend and I got to my house at eleven forty five. We sat outside the house listening to music, perhaps a little “necking.” At five minutes after midnight I walked in the house. Mother said,
“you and I had an agreement that midnight was your curfew and you are late.” Well, the fight was on. I told my mother that I had been sitting in the driveway for twenty minutes. Mother said, “That was not the agreement, IN the house was the agreement.” For the “test” I was grounded for a week.
I never did think that was a fair punishment, but I was always in the house on time after that. Her style of discipline really worked, didn’t it? That has been fifty years ago and I still remember that conversation practically word for word.
Monday, January 18, 2010
Friday, January 15, 2010
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
When I was a little girl we lived on a farm in Iowa. My dad milked a few cows and was a grain farmer. We were poor but we always had enough food to eat. My mother always baked homemade bread for us to eat as well as the bread and rolls she made to sell at the grocery store.
Monday, January 11, 2010
My husband is such a good stepfather to my youngest son. Last night my son called and said he had a chance to buy a used furnace and central air conditioning unit for a hundred dollars. Well, if everything works, that was a steal. The lady that owned it wanted to go totally electric. Mike wanted to know if Fran would store it in our shed until he got the venting done etc. Fran said, of course.
The next step is today and that is cutting the pipes so that the furnace can be taken out of the house where it is. Where it is is in the country with no power. No power means by the time they get there it will be dark. Hmm that means flash lights or lanterns. Like I said, Fran is a wonderful stepfather.
The weather is not cooperating either. We are smack dab in the middle of the plains. Our wind chill last night was twenty below zero. Fran needed to go out and get the built up snow off the pickup. It had snowed again last night with horrendous winds that swirled around and made little drifts all over my car and his pickup. The doors on the pick up were frozen shut. He needed to get in there to get saw blades to use on that furnace.
He knew that the temperature was just awful outside, so he went into the spare closet to get his coveralls. He said, “Well I gave all my coveralls to Mike.” I said, “Mike is thirty inches around and you are about a half a foot bigger.” Fran said, “Well, I am sure they would have fit.” He found some coveralls that he put on. He did have to admit that they were a little snug. He had to wear a coat lined with sheepskin over the overalls. Oh, he was so cute. I thought, “If he loses his footing, he will just roll down the hill!” It is just amazing how his overalls shrunk in the closet.
Friday, January 8, 2010
I find cities, towns, and the other day a village. How fun! I have lived in cities, towns and villages.
I always wonder how you find me. I have networked blogs from Facebook, however, I think a lot of people “blog-hop.” I love to blog-hop. It is one of the most fun and interesting things I have ever done. My goodness, you all have such unique lives and are doing things I used to do and things I never thought of doing ever in my whole entire life!
I read about people that collect things; I used to do that. I had to get rid of my collections. When you downsize in homes you have to do things like that. The collecting I look at closely, I still have pieces that I collected long ago.
I read about young moms and their children; I had three children and had all kinds of things happen that I didn’t think anyone would like to hear about. I guess I just thought it was a normal way of life.
Any way I just think it would be so much fun to hear from some of you that read my posts. I love the comments and the counters. Hopefully, I will see you tomorrow.
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
Years ago when I had to put my mother in a nursing home to rehab from a fall, I eventually found that her temporary stay needed to be permanent. That was one of the most difficult decisions for my brother and I. The loss of independence is horrific, not only for the person, but for the family also. The family has difficulty with an impending sense of denial. For instance, surely Mom will be alright, she has just had a short term problem and then she can go back home when she is better. Often times that just doesn’t happen. Again often times, the patient adapts easier than the family members.
My mother’s house had to be gone through and cleaned out. She had lived in that house for over thirty years. Her things had to be sorted for keep piles and throw away piles, and sell piles. There were things that needed to be read and sorted. Among the many things I found were love letters that my father sent to my mother before they were married. I had no idea he was such a romantic. I read a few of them and thought I was intruding on their private life and stored them in Mom’s Memory Box where I found them or so I thought. That box had been moved three times before I thought of those letters. I now had time to read them. The letters were gone. I was so disappointed. The contents of the letters helped me know my parents more than you can imagine. Another thing, my parents had always seemed old. They had always had white hair and kind of straight laced; little did I know. The only thing that was missing were the return letters from my mother to my father.
I have been writing stories about material that I found in Mom’s Memory Box this year. Much to my surprise, I found the letters again. I had put them back in the box. They are in perfect condition and are almost eighty years old. In fact they will be this year.
One of the most fun things I discovered was my dad’s sense of humor. He sounded like one of those people you see and hear about in the roaring twenties. This is a quote from him that tickled me. “ Well, hon, I have oceans of love for you and there is a kiss on every wave.” What, that didn’t sound like my dad.
Then I discovered a letter that was written on tablet paper. He wrote a regular letter then he turned it upside down and wrote on the bottom side of the top side. You could hardly read a word of it. At the bottom of the letter he apologized and said that he thought it would be fun to do that.
I am sure you realize that the depression was going on during the thirties when my parents were in love. My father did any job possible to earn enough money to survive. He often worked in the fields, but reading these letters I learned he sold Christmas cards too. He would go house to house peddling these cards. One month he told my mom he had earned five dollars doing this. He also was very verbal with mom about one of his bosses. Oh, he didn’t like him. That just didn’t sound like my dad either. My dad was very laid back and easy going. Oh, I forgot in the thirties my dad was very young, maybe not so easy going.
My dad eventually got a job working for my mom’s dad on the farm. He had been hankering for that job for years. But what kind of thanks is that, you hire a guy to do farm work and he steals your daughter!
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
I was talking to my best friend the other day and she said she couldn’t wait to see me because she had an “I love you gift” for me. Well anyone that knows me would know that I was about to go nuts to get my surprise. I just love my friend, she has been my friend for almost eighteen years. We have cried together, laughed together, and been sad together. We have been angry together and glad together.
My friend has been very ill for several months, but it is looking like she is going to be all better. See, the sad, and the glad.
Well before I could get to her house, she arrived at mine after not being able to visit for a long time. She walked in and handed me a bag with the craziest pajamas I ever saw in my life. I am wearing them right now. They are red and white, and green and purple, and black and pink and blue. Now is that enough color for you? I just love them. I would have loved them no matter what color they were because they were an “I love you gift” from my best friend.
She will be my best friend forever and ever.
Sunday, January 3, 2010
These people are not twins, sisters or just friends, we are related though. We are first cousins, our fathers were brothers. In my mind we look alike, the gal with her hair up is Bonnie and of course me. In the picture I thought we were the same age, but I am twenty years older in the picture of me. What do you think, do you think we look alike?
If you have been following my posts since Christmas you learned that we got a Wii for Christmas. My husband is crazy obsessed with the games that came with it. Bowling was his favorite until today. Today we found out where the audio plug was and now it is really really fun. Fran started playing at nine o’clock this morning and quit at four o’clock this afternoon. He didn’t eat breakfast or lunch.
We had company that wanted to see how the Wii worked so he played right through the company stay. He kept saying how much more fun it was to play since we had all that wonderful noise coming out of the game.
Fran is already talking about a game he wants to buy for “her.” That was a direct quote he made this afternoon. Ha!
Before our company came, Fran and I were playing the bowling game. The screen and the book tell you over and over again to keep the little wimote strapped to your wrist. We pretty much pooh poohed it and played for six days without using the straps.
This afternoon I just felt in my gut I was going to get a strike and gave the wimote a little extra gusto and zing! It went ten feet in the air, knocked down an 8x10 picture that was sitting on a shelf and then landed on the entertainment center. It got really quiet in the house. I can remember that was the only time it was quiet all day. Then I kind of chuckled. Fran really didn’t see the humor in it, I almost broke HIS game. He quickly put an adjustable strap on the little remote thing and was instructed that I should probably wear it.
When our company arrived I told them that Fran had grounded me. They laughed and then looked a little astounded that those little remotes could fly. I think they took that under advisement when they were on their way to Wal Mart.
Saturday, January 2, 2010
Please try it with the new measurement. You will love it, I promise.
Friday, January 1, 2010
About a week ago, our quiet life in the country has been turned upside down. We got Maggie about nine months ago, and sometimes she makes quiet seem like a thing of the past, but for the most part she is a part of our little family we love and have fun with.