Dear Blog,
This is Richelle. I'm sitting with mom in her new room at the Robbinsdale Rehabilitation Center (3131 France Avenue North #407; Robbinsdale, MN 55422). She was moved last night. She now enters the next phase of her recover--30-60 days of rehab. Mom says thank you for your prayers, cards, flowers, and concern for her as she's gone through this trauma. She's dozing off as I type. Anyway, I'll keep an eye out here for your comments and relay them to her. I'll also try to get more comments from her...
As she dozed off, she mumbled, "tell them I said keep praying..."
and so it...Richelle
Saturday, March 10, 2012
Tuesday, January 31, 2012
The Right Direction
Shayne here. My mom was moved from one hospital to another on Friday. The hospital she's in now specializes in getting patients moving in the direction they need to go to go home. My mom will have many steps to go through before going from this new hospital to a physical therapy nursing home, if that makes any sense. I saw her yesterday and it was difficult seeing her in the condition she's in. I hope she has the strength to make a full recovery and I'm hoping she'll be home in time for her birthday in April. Again, thank you all.
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
Great Improvement
Shayne here again. My mother's condition has improved quite a bit since my last update. She has started weening off the ventilator for four hours a day and is responding to requests from the nurses and doctors, such as moving her toes and feet and blinking her eyes. She is even smiling and frowning some. She may be moved to a physical therapy hospital some time this week, which is a step she needs to take before going home. She still won't get to go home until probably some time in March, but at least she's still with us. I want to thank everyone for their support, prayers, and well wishes.
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
An Update
This is Shayne again. My mother suffered cardiac arrest late Saturday night. The cardiologist found a blockage in one of her veins. An angioplasty was performed and a stent was placed in the blocked vein. A temporary pacemaker was placed in her because her heart wasn't working as it should. The doctors decided they needed to perform a tracheotomy yesterday to help her breath better and to improve her chances of recovery. My mom is in stable condition and slowly improving. I will post further updates as needed. Thank you for all the prayers.
Monday, January 09, 2012
A Message
This is Shayne, Jolie's son. This is an update for those of you who visit her blog and wonder why she hasn't posted in some time. My mom has either been in the hospital or a nursing home for about a month. She initially went to the hospital for severe stomach pain, as well as a very distended stomach. The doctors drained seven liters of excess liquid from her body. They at first thought something was wrong with her liver, but the tests turned out normal. She had difficulty breathing and she has heart issues.
The doctor determined that my Mom needed heart surgery. They performed an endoscopy and fixed something on the right side of her heart. Her breathing improved for a bit and then she was sent to a nursing home for physical therapy.
My mom was initially scheduled to return home on Christmas Eve, but she developed pneumonia. She ended up in the hospital a few days later as a result of disorientation and retaining water. The doctor found an abscess filled with five liters of poison near her colon. They opened her up, drained the abscess, and she's mostly been in a medically-induced coma ever since. She's on a ventilator, although they are now trying to let her off the ventilator for four hours a day. Once she does this for a week, she can come off the ventilator completely. She's expected to be in the hospital for another four weeks, and then in a nursing home for a month. I will try to post regular updates for folks. Send positive thoughts and prayers. Thank you.
The doctor determined that my Mom needed heart surgery. They performed an endoscopy and fixed something on the right side of her heart. Her breathing improved for a bit and then she was sent to a nursing home for physical therapy.
My mom was initially scheduled to return home on Christmas Eve, but she developed pneumonia. She ended up in the hospital a few days later as a result of disorientation and retaining water. The doctor found an abscess filled with five liters of poison near her colon. They opened her up, drained the abscess, and she's mostly been in a medically-induced coma ever since. She's on a ventilator, although they are now trying to let her off the ventilator for four hours a day. Once she does this for a week, she can come off the ventilator completely. She's expected to be in the hospital for another four weeks, and then in a nursing home for a month. I will try to post regular updates for folks. Send positive thoughts and prayers. Thank you.
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
"Hell-o and Goodbye to November"
Dear Blog,
Busy, busy...busy is all I can say. It's been very cold here but we've only had a dusting of snow. No big storms or such. Today I'll order new slippers...real warm ones and maybe a new sweatshirt or two, also.
We have one of those deceiving nice sunny days today. That big old sun doesn't fool me. I know It's colder then it would be to hang out in a freezer out side. Pretty dammed nippy in here.
Our Thanksgiving celebration was quiet and tasty. It was just the old boy and I with the usual menu. I love the smell of the bird when it’s roasting and I seem to get hungrier by the minute just smelling it cook. I actually like the smell of it roasting and the smell of fresh coffee brewing better then I like eating the bird and drinking the coffee.
So okay, as long as I’m sharing I might just as well tell that I get rather goofy smelling wet dirt and pavement when it’s just rained and I love…I crave the smell of diesel fuel coming from the muffler of a huge semi-truck. One of my Dad’s was a truck driver and often left his truck running for hours in the yard thus, I blame him. Why not, hey? I’ve learned that parents always get the blame.
I would chew ice all day long if I could and not get sick or have a gigantic sinus headache from it. The ice cravings started when I was pregnant with my second baby. I had lots of heartburn and ice seemed to help tame it some. I was 18 years old at that time and here some 40 some years later I am still hooked one ice…still hooked on cigarettes. At least I’m over having that killer salt on every thing.
And then:
I read that huge numbers of women crave ice (all of these oral cravings are called Pica). Anyhow, the reason for the ice cravings is because we (who crave) don’t absorb "Vitamin B". I then read that adding a dose of "Chromium" to make the "B" work and stop craving the ice. I tried it and it did work some but since I haven’t stayed faithful to the "C" I eat ice again. One needs to be very careful with "Chromium"…it can be deadly. At least I don't eat dangerous amounts of dirt like so many Southern women do and then there are those who crave chalk. I could get high smelling wet dirt and I've had to pull dirt out of Libby's mouth since she was just a little girl. I used to crave sulfur when I was a kid. I'd search ashtrays for burnt matches so I could eat the sulfur ends off them. I only ate buggers when I was very young and one of my kids did that also. I won't say which one. Go figure all these weird cravings.
Now that you know about my cravings...even the disgusting ones...I’ll get back to the holiday news. I get distracted so easily.
We ended up with way too many leftovers, of course. I mean a 16-pound bird and all the fixings for just us two. Way crazy! Thank goodness for freezers. Next year I think I’ll buy a package of turkey tenders or maybe a small turkey breast. Used to be that for Christmas we’d serve a turkey and a ham with tons of hors d’oeuvres, sides, desserts and drinks…that was in the day when we had a houseful coming to eat. Those days are gone and I’m glad. I don’t think I could handle it now. Lots of work…lots of people. Too much of anything makes it a chore. I’m glad we had those times and back then nothing seemed like it was too much. Back then the Holidays meant more to the kids which made them more fun and important to me. It was worth all of the work, the shopping, the baking and the cooking just to see their happy faces and the delight they had when they got at least one gift they had asked Santa for and even for a few things that Mama bought and wrapped too.
Kevin had a four-day weekend so he tore our old shower out (walls and all) and put a new one in. I don't want to worry about mildew or mold and two or three tiles had broken off so water could get to the wall behind the shower. I love the new shower. Now I'll get new shower curtains too. I have this need to change things up every so often. Adds a little sparkle to my life.
Kevin wants to have a leg of lamb for the two of us this year. I could go for a prime rib roast (Angus Beef) of course. I am fussy about my beef. Then again lamb sounds good too. It might be nice to go out to have a holiday meal in some swanky restaurant. I might even have a cocktail. I used to like a “White Russian”. I haven’t had one in years. I wonder if I’d still like them. I’ve liked every rum drink I’ve ever had so maybe a rum drink would be nice.
We always spend Christmas Eve at Libby’s house with the kids that show up and of course the little boys (Jordan and his fighting brother Henry). They can get along great for a while and then it’s squabbling time. It’d be nice if Daniel would show up with his two (Hunter and Willow). We’ve never had a Holiday with the three of them.
Anyhow, on Christmas Day we all do our own thing. Some times it’s a stay in PJ’s day.
I haven’t done any Christmas shopping yet. No Black Friday for me. I stay home and make it a pink day. I’ll probably just get a few little things or family share gifts and then give them each some cash so they can go shopping after Christmas when the prices are slashed and pick out what they want. I think it’s better than spending the day returning things that aren’t what you want.
I’ll decorate some but I have cut way back with that too. Kevin asked what I want for Christmas and I just don’t know. I’ll have to think about that. He gets upset if I say I don’t want anything. Maybe we can take a weekend away…go to Duluth or maybe take the Amtrak for a couple of days in Chicago. Winter really isn’t the time to go to either of those places. Maybe we should take one of those cheap weekend flights to Vegas.
So I’m off for now. The dryer buzzer just went off and I need to go do a few errands in town. Maybe I’ll get a piece of salmon fillet from the butcher to steam for dinner. I can cook my fish, rice and vegetables all at the same time in my stacker steamer and feel good that I am eating a healthy meal.
I hope you all had a good Thanksgiving and will have some fun getting ready for Christmas.
Bye Blog, JjB…
-30-
Busy, busy...busy is all I can say. It's been very cold here but we've only had a dusting of snow. No big storms or such. Today I'll order new slippers...real warm ones and maybe a new sweatshirt or two, also.
We have one of those deceiving nice sunny days today. That big old sun doesn't fool me. I know It's colder then it would be to hang out in a freezer out side. Pretty dammed nippy in here.
Our Thanksgiving celebration was quiet and tasty. It was just the old boy and I with the usual menu. I love the smell of the bird when it’s roasting and I seem to get hungrier by the minute just smelling it cook. I actually like the smell of it roasting and the smell of fresh coffee brewing better then I like eating the bird and drinking the coffee.
So okay, as long as I’m sharing I might just as well tell that I get rather goofy smelling wet dirt and pavement when it’s just rained and I love…I crave the smell of diesel fuel coming from the muffler of a huge semi-truck. One of my Dad’s was a truck driver and often left his truck running for hours in the yard thus, I blame him. Why not, hey? I’ve learned that parents always get the blame.
I would chew ice all day long if I could and not get sick or have a gigantic sinus headache from it. The ice cravings started when I was pregnant with my second baby. I had lots of heartburn and ice seemed to help tame it some. I was 18 years old at that time and here some 40 some years later I am still hooked one ice…still hooked on cigarettes. At least I’m over having that killer salt on every thing.
And then:
I read that huge numbers of women crave ice (all of these oral cravings are called Pica). Anyhow, the reason for the ice cravings is because we (who crave) don’t absorb "Vitamin B". I then read that adding a dose of "Chromium" to make the "B" work and stop craving the ice. I tried it and it did work some but since I haven’t stayed faithful to the "C" I eat ice again. One needs to be very careful with "Chromium"…it can be deadly. At least I don't eat dangerous amounts of dirt like so many Southern women do and then there are those who crave chalk. I could get high smelling wet dirt and I've had to pull dirt out of Libby's mouth since she was just a little girl. I used to crave sulfur when I was a kid. I'd search ashtrays for burnt matches so I could eat the sulfur ends off them. I only ate buggers when I was very young and one of my kids did that also. I won't say which one. Go figure all these weird cravings.
Now that you know about my cravings...even the disgusting ones...I’ll get back to the holiday news. I get distracted so easily.
We ended up with way too many leftovers, of course. I mean a 16-pound bird and all the fixings for just us two. Way crazy! Thank goodness for freezers. Next year I think I’ll buy a package of turkey tenders or maybe a small turkey breast. Used to be that for Christmas we’d serve a turkey and a ham with tons of hors d’oeuvres, sides, desserts and drinks…that was in the day when we had a houseful coming to eat. Those days are gone and I’m glad. I don’t think I could handle it now. Lots of work…lots of people. Too much of anything makes it a chore. I’m glad we had those times and back then nothing seemed like it was too much. Back then the Holidays meant more to the kids which made them more fun and important to me. It was worth all of the work, the shopping, the baking and the cooking just to see their happy faces and the delight they had when they got at least one gift they had asked Santa for and even for a few things that Mama bought and wrapped too.
Kevin had a four-day weekend so he tore our old shower out (walls and all) and put a new one in. I don't want to worry about mildew or mold and two or three tiles had broken off so water could get to the wall behind the shower. I love the new shower. Now I'll get new shower curtains too. I have this need to change things up every so often. Adds a little sparkle to my life.
Kevin wants to have a leg of lamb for the two of us this year. I could go for a prime rib roast (Angus Beef) of course. I am fussy about my beef. Then again lamb sounds good too. It might be nice to go out to have a holiday meal in some swanky restaurant. I might even have a cocktail. I used to like a “White Russian”. I haven’t had one in years. I wonder if I’d still like them. I’ve liked every rum drink I’ve ever had so maybe a rum drink would be nice.
We always spend Christmas Eve at Libby’s house with the kids that show up and of course the little boys (Jordan and his fighting brother Henry). They can get along great for a while and then it’s squabbling time. It’d be nice if Daniel would show up with his two (Hunter and Willow). We’ve never had a Holiday with the three of them.
Anyhow, on Christmas Day we all do our own thing. Some times it’s a stay in PJ’s day.
I haven’t done any Christmas shopping yet. No Black Friday for me. I stay home and make it a pink day. I’ll probably just get a few little things or family share gifts and then give them each some cash so they can go shopping after Christmas when the prices are slashed and pick out what they want. I think it’s better than spending the day returning things that aren’t what you want.
I’ll decorate some but I have cut way back with that too. Kevin asked what I want for Christmas and I just don’t know. I’ll have to think about that. He gets upset if I say I don’t want anything. Maybe we can take a weekend away…go to Duluth or maybe take the Amtrak for a couple of days in Chicago. Winter really isn’t the time to go to either of those places. Maybe we should take one of those cheap weekend flights to Vegas.
So I’m off for now. The dryer buzzer just went off and I need to go do a few errands in town. Maybe I’ll get a piece of salmon fillet from the butcher to steam for dinner. I can cook my fish, rice and vegetables all at the same time in my stacker steamer and feel good that I am eating a healthy meal.
I hope you all had a good Thanksgiving and will have some fun getting ready for Christmas.
Bye Blog, JjB…
-30-
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
"Rainy Tuesday and Same old, same old"...
Dear Blog,
So...in this little village that I live in there is one newspaper and one local shopper paper that is put out each week. We, of course, get them both and occasionally I even get the St. Paul Pioneer Express, (which my son calls a "communist rag") or the Minneapolis Star & Tribune Newspapers. I've been cutting way back on the newspaper reading the last few years. I'm sick of all of the bad news and violence in them and they've stop providing the big weekly TV Guide in the Sunday paper. I rarely listen to news on TV either and yet I am inundated with tons of news anyway. It's like osmosis has struck me again. I swear I have always learned by osmosis way more than any other way. Which is why I am human and "Watson" the "Super Computer" will never know things that I do by nature. I also have a soul and as far as I know no one has programmed a soul into "Watson".
So anyhow...the first thing I always read in our local paper is the Obits. I then move on to the birth announcements (looking at who comes in when someone goes out). I move to the citizen recipe, which is what I call the recipe that is accompanied with a photo and a minute bio of the person who submitted the recipe. I then read the senior citizen menu for the week and sometimes the local cop-shop talk, which is a listing of all of the local criminal events. Some of the reported crimes are things like domestic disputes, a locker room theft at the local gym, someone egging a car, a group of local kids getting caught while illegally smoking. Better known as underage smoking, someone stealing flowers from local gardens, someone fainting, a car crash, jay-walking and etc. There is no end to the crime in this town. Seems one of the schools, cop-shop or local stores have their share of bomb threats each year. I read the occasional letters to the editor, which usually just anger me and I totally skip the 5-6 pages of high-school sports.
NEWS FLASH:
Now they are linking violence with soda pop.
So I noticed that one woman in the Obits was 101 years old when she recently died. Another was 86 years old when she died and four husbands had proceeded her in death...HUMmmm! Mostly these past 13 years that we have lived here I noticed that people seem to live to a ripe old age. There's always a scattering of younger people...even a few babies and kids. Lately I have noticed that there are more and more young people in their 30's, 40', 50's and 60's dying. Another HUMmmm! Kind of shocking when I am 61 and all of these people my age or younger are dying and their survivors are their 80 something parents. Just one more moment in life to take a pause...I suppose.
Problem with me is that I am in my 62nd year and I look it and many days what with my different aches and pains and woes I certainly feel it or maybe even older AND YET...in my mind I am still a 15 year old kid. This is not to say that I never grew up or I am some female version of Peter Pan. It's just that some of me has never recognised growing old. Like for instance, in this weeks paper I read about a woman who had died at home and she was 64 years old. My first thought was that she had lived a long life, (which in my mind made it okay for her to die). AND THEN...I thought what hell do you mean Jolie? That only like 2 1/2 years older then me. DAH! Now that does make one pause. Maybe I am Petra Pan.
On to other things.
My baby (Libby) turned 27 on Sunday. Where does time go? On the one hand it seems that she was just born on the other side of that hand it seems like she has been here forever. She had a whole week kid free as Uncle (Shayne) and I had the boys. We did a swap off. And then Henry was here for the weekend also. I am kidded out for a while and Libby is well rested or should be.
It's 46 degrees here today. Dammed nippy. I just turned the heat up a bit ago so I won't freeze to death when I go to take my shower. I think our warm weather days are gone till spring now.
The people around our country and the world are still protesting the lack of jobs and the unequal distribution of wealth by holding the sit-ins. The politicians are still fighting. Another of the world tyrants is dead. Gaddafi has finally been murdered and Libya can start having hope for a new good way of life. Notice that many of the bad dictators are dead now? Notice how they are all dying in violence...just the way they lived? I guess dead is dead. I wonder who is taking their places?
Kevin and Henry raked leaves all weekend. We love all of these big beautiful oak trees till fall and spring when the raking takes over our life. It is too bad that I can't get out and put a dent in the raking. It was one of the outdoor chores I always loved. The wobbly legs simply won't hold up to it these days. Kevin still likes me to come out and sit on a lawn chair to visit and watch him and Henry. I feel stupid just sitting there but it's better then sitting in the house alone while they get to rake my leaves.
I sometimes wonder if Kevin is trying to kill me. He bought me two bags of mini candy bars...Milky Way and 3 Musketeers. He knows I'll eat them. "Woman dead by candy bar. Husband sued by children. Yep, one of these days it'll be headlines for me."
Why do I get heartburn from Vit. C? And why do antibiotics give me a belly ache? So many questions...so little in the way of answers.
This weeks real treat is french bread and Kashi cereal. I'll have pasta for at least two meals. I do love me some pasta. Surely they are wrong when they say 1/2 cup of cooked pasta is a serving.
I got this next bit of wisdom out of a Chinese cookie last week and it was a good message for me. Thought I would share it with all of you.
"No one grows old by living, only by losing interest in living."
I sent a couple of quarts of chili back north with Kevin for the week. He'll probably freeze one quart for later. He said he still has two, three meals in the freezer of the lasagna that I sent with him a couple, three weeks ago. I try to have a few things he can take out, heat and eat. Usually a cake or a pan of brownies too. When I am not there to cook he can pretend I am when he eats. He's gotten used to doing his laundry at the local launder mat, which my cousin owns. That is a good thing since I am not crazy about having all of that iron ore and grease that he gets on his work clothes in my washer.
I am so happy that he has work and at this point it looks like it will last a while. He'll need a new car soon as his old Honda has over 250,000 miles on it and it is older then dirt. He hopes to make it through the winter. Me too. It'll give me time to pay off something to make room for a car payment. I don't want to get into a pay Peter...rob Paul situation.
I am still happy, happy, happy about the new daytime cooking show..."The Chew". The host and chefs make me smile the whole hour. They make simple ingredients work well and come out with wonderful meals. Every day they seem to have a theme. This week, of course, they are focusing on Halloween. Fun ideas. I get hungry just watching them. I am pretty savvy in the kitchen yet I always get a new tip or two from all of them. Just goes to prove that one is never too old to learn something new.
Ozzie Osborne is going to be on "The Talk" today so I might watch that for a bit. I stopped watching that show when I found out they fired Leah Remini and Holly Robinson Peete...but since I get a kick out of O.O. I will check it out today. The scat I read said that the CBS bosses didn't like that Leah R. is a Scientologist and that Peete talked about autism. He son is Autistic. Doesn't make CBS sound good.
Pasta for dinner and a night of searching the tube. I should have all of my chores done by then.
So I'm off now. It's near warm enough to shower and I need to eat. I hope you are all well and finding at least one reason to smile each day.
I love "Summer Wine" on the PBS Channel. I marvel at how those old people run and get around so well. Especially the women with a few extra pounds and in heels. I think I would like England. I sure love their TV programs.
Did anyone see the Northern Lights in our night sky? Such beauty seems to only come naturally. It's a nature thing and so worth watching for.
Robin I so miss you.
Bye Blog, JjB...
-30-
So...in this little village that I live in there is one newspaper and one local shopper paper that is put out each week. We, of course, get them both and occasionally I even get the St. Paul Pioneer Express, (which my son calls a "communist rag") or the Minneapolis Star & Tribune Newspapers. I've been cutting way back on the newspaper reading the last few years. I'm sick of all of the bad news and violence in them and they've stop providing the big weekly TV Guide in the Sunday paper. I rarely listen to news on TV either and yet I am inundated with tons of news anyway. It's like osmosis has struck me again. I swear I have always learned by osmosis way more than any other way. Which is why I am human and "Watson" the "Super Computer" will never know things that I do by nature. I also have a soul and as far as I know no one has programmed a soul into "Watson".
So anyhow...the first thing I always read in our local paper is the Obits. I then move on to the birth announcements (looking at who comes in when someone goes out). I move to the citizen recipe, which is what I call the recipe that is accompanied with a photo and a minute bio of the person who submitted the recipe. I then read the senior citizen menu for the week and sometimes the local cop-shop talk, which is a listing of all of the local criminal events. Some of the reported crimes are things like domestic disputes, a locker room theft at the local gym, someone egging a car, a group of local kids getting caught while illegally smoking. Better known as underage smoking, someone stealing flowers from local gardens, someone fainting, a car crash, jay-walking and etc. There is no end to the crime in this town. Seems one of the schools, cop-shop or local stores have their share of bomb threats each year. I read the occasional letters to the editor, which usually just anger me and I totally skip the 5-6 pages of high-school sports.
NEWS FLASH:
Now they are linking violence with soda pop.
So I noticed that one woman in the Obits was 101 years old when she recently died. Another was 86 years old when she died and four husbands had proceeded her in death...HUMmmm! Mostly these past 13 years that we have lived here I noticed that people seem to live to a ripe old age. There's always a scattering of younger people...even a few babies and kids. Lately I have noticed that there are more and more young people in their 30's, 40', 50's and 60's dying. Another HUMmmm! Kind of shocking when I am 61 and all of these people my age or younger are dying and their survivors are their 80 something parents. Just one more moment in life to take a pause...I suppose.
Problem with me is that I am in my 62nd year and I look it and many days what with my different aches and pains and woes I certainly feel it or maybe even older AND YET...in my mind I am still a 15 year old kid. This is not to say that I never grew up or I am some female version of Peter Pan. It's just that some of me has never recognised growing old. Like for instance, in this weeks paper I read about a woman who had died at home and she was 64 years old. My first thought was that she had lived a long life, (which in my mind made it okay for her to die). AND THEN...I thought what hell do you mean Jolie? That only like 2 1/2 years older then me. DAH! Now that does make one pause. Maybe I am Petra Pan.
On to other things.
My baby (Libby) turned 27 on Sunday. Where does time go? On the one hand it seems that she was just born on the other side of that hand it seems like she has been here forever. She had a whole week kid free as Uncle (Shayne) and I had the boys. We did a swap off. And then Henry was here for the weekend also. I am kidded out for a while and Libby is well rested or should be.
It's 46 degrees here today. Dammed nippy. I just turned the heat up a bit ago so I won't freeze to death when I go to take my shower. I think our warm weather days are gone till spring now.
The people around our country and the world are still protesting the lack of jobs and the unequal distribution of wealth by holding the sit-ins. The politicians are still fighting. Another of the world tyrants is dead. Gaddafi has finally been murdered and Libya can start having hope for a new good way of life. Notice that many of the bad dictators are dead now? Notice how they are all dying in violence...just the way they lived? I guess dead is dead. I wonder who is taking their places?
Kevin and Henry raked leaves all weekend. We love all of these big beautiful oak trees till fall and spring when the raking takes over our life. It is too bad that I can't get out and put a dent in the raking. It was one of the outdoor chores I always loved. The wobbly legs simply won't hold up to it these days. Kevin still likes me to come out and sit on a lawn chair to visit and watch him and Henry. I feel stupid just sitting there but it's better then sitting in the house alone while they get to rake my leaves.
I sometimes wonder if Kevin is trying to kill me. He bought me two bags of mini candy bars...Milky Way and 3 Musketeers. He knows I'll eat them. "Woman dead by candy bar. Husband sued by children. Yep, one of these days it'll be headlines for me."
Why do I get heartburn from Vit. C? And why do antibiotics give me a belly ache? So many questions...so little in the way of answers.
This weeks real treat is french bread and Kashi cereal. I'll have pasta for at least two meals. I do love me some pasta. Surely they are wrong when they say 1/2 cup of cooked pasta is a serving.
I got this next bit of wisdom out of a Chinese cookie last week and it was a good message for me. Thought I would share it with all of you.
"No one grows old by living, only by losing interest in living."
I sent a couple of quarts of chili back north with Kevin for the week. He'll probably freeze one quart for later. He said he still has two, three meals in the freezer of the lasagna that I sent with him a couple, three weeks ago. I try to have a few things he can take out, heat and eat. Usually a cake or a pan of brownies too. When I am not there to cook he can pretend I am when he eats. He's gotten used to doing his laundry at the local launder mat, which my cousin owns. That is a good thing since I am not crazy about having all of that iron ore and grease that he gets on his work clothes in my washer.
I am so happy that he has work and at this point it looks like it will last a while. He'll need a new car soon as his old Honda has over 250,000 miles on it and it is older then dirt. He hopes to make it through the winter. Me too. It'll give me time to pay off something to make room for a car payment. I don't want to get into a pay Peter...rob Paul situation.
I am still happy, happy, happy about the new daytime cooking show..."The Chew". The host and chefs make me smile the whole hour. They make simple ingredients work well and come out with wonderful meals. Every day they seem to have a theme. This week, of course, they are focusing on Halloween. Fun ideas. I get hungry just watching them. I am pretty savvy in the kitchen yet I always get a new tip or two from all of them. Just goes to prove that one is never too old to learn something new.
Ozzie Osborne is going to be on "The Talk" today so I might watch that for a bit. I stopped watching that show when I found out they fired Leah Remini and Holly Robinson Peete...but since I get a kick out of O.O. I will check it out today. The scat I read said that the CBS bosses didn't like that Leah R. is a Scientologist and that Peete talked about autism. He son is Autistic. Doesn't make CBS sound good.
Pasta for dinner and a night of searching the tube. I should have all of my chores done by then.
So I'm off now. It's near warm enough to shower and I need to eat. I hope you are all well and finding at least one reason to smile each day.
I love "Summer Wine" on the PBS Channel. I marvel at how those old people run and get around so well. Especially the women with a few extra pounds and in heels. I think I would like England. I sure love their TV programs.
Did anyone see the Northern Lights in our night sky? Such beauty seems to only come naturally. It's a nature thing and so worth watching for.
Robin I so miss you.
Bye Blog, JjB...
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