We made it to Utah the second weekend in June. It was a tough few months packing, selling, giving away, de-junking, packing, selling and giving away more. Then we cleaned. Well, I actually paid a woman to help with that. I was running out of time and energy.
Made the 1500 mile drive in 2.5 days. Got into the new apartment on Saturday. Spent time with the grand children and daughter on Sunday. Got our PODS delivered: one on Thursday, the next on Friday. Had some great help from Church members we'd never met before. Had everything unloaded and crammed into an apartment 1/2 the size of the home we left behind by Friday afternoon.
Saturday, one week later:
Went to daughter's house to watch the kiddos while she made up some lost time at work. The kids and I cleaned up their rooms and rest of the house for an hour or so while Grandpa waited on PODS driver to pick up the 2nd (now empty) POD. He brought our gardening tools from home to help with their vegetable garden and we all started working on outside chores.
Little Britches decided he needed food (it's a VERY serious matter to get and keep that child fed!) while Grandpa was raking and other outside clean-up activity continued with the older siblings while LB and I went it to get lunch started.
Blue Eyes came in a few minutes later. "Grandma, you need to come. Grandpa fell down."
I wasn't sure I heard him right. "Grandpa fell? Where?" That is one thing that I have never known Grandpa to do. In over 40 years. So, you can imagine my alarm. I quickly set down what I was working on and went to the front door and outside. Grandpa was in pain, I could tell. And filthy, from falling into the dirt/grass in the yard. The part that really concerned me was that his left hand was cradling his right arm. As soon as I could get him inside and sitting down I asked what had happened.
Called daughter--who'd probably only been at work for an hour or two--to let her know we had to get her father to the ER, which luckily is only about 1.5 miles away. All the kids came inside and we had prayer for Grandpa. Even the little ones recognized that a broken bone seemed obvious, though we couldn't verify it at the moment. When a friend, whom daughter called, got to the house to watch the kids I left for the ER with Grandpa.
When getting him into the truck to transport him, shoulder dislocation was obvious, but owing to the amount of pain I could tell he was in, I knew the break was NOT good. He was sweating profusely but wasn't due to the hot outside temperature. He was most likely in shock and when they had him in triage, his temp was checked twice--it was so low. How he did not pass out with the pain, I don't know!
X-rays, of course, were ordered. When they came back with him and the x-rays it was obvious that there were fractures. The ER physician was talking of realigning his shoulder bone into the socket, and my husband said, "If you don't knock me out before you try to do it, I don't think I'll be able to stand it." The doc wanted to re-position the ball back into the socket to relieve the pain. We're REALLY glad he waited on the orthopedic doctor to come assess things. They gave my husband his third dose or morphine before taking him down to do a CT scan. The drugs were doing little to alleviate the pain but a great deal of making him nauseous. Zofran didn't help at all. The orthopedic surgeon said the ball of the humerus was fractured into about 4 pieces. It would require surgery to fix either with reconstruction or replacement. Then he painted a rather grim picture of a right arm that might function little to none afterwards. What reassuring words. He said he could/might need to do the surgery but would rather wait until the next day so that his partner--who had done a lot more shoulder repair surgery than himself--could get back to town and do it either that night or next morning.
That surgeon talked with us a few minutes the next afternoon just prior to surgery. Said he wanted to repair the bone--if possible--because chances were better for more thorough recovery of his shoulder usage. After surgery, when I spoke with the surgeon, he said, "Well, the funniest thing happened when I opened him up . . . one of the pieces of the bone fell out!" So, shoulder repair was out of the question. Shoulder replacement was requisite. He brought pictures of the x-rays after surgery. Apparently one of the two rotator cuff muscles was completely torn away and some ligaments were torn as well, but Dr. said that he was very pleased with the alignment of repaired rotator with new shoulder piece. Said it was exactly where it needed to be.
I'm still amazed at how my husband has tolerated the pain since day one. The bruising, swelling, discomfort with all the trauma of the fall, fracture and surgery--I am amazed.
Saw the surgeon last Friday and he was still very please with the alignment of everything. Towards the end of the visit he said, "So in about a year, you should be pretty much back to normal."
And so, we count our blessings and are grateful for a really good surgeon--whom we can visit just across the street from where we live rather than traveling 80 to 90 miles (one way) to see our doctors as we had to back in Louisiana!
Life is always interesting, eh?
And after we got back home from the hospital on Wednesday last week, I was amazed at how I somehow managed (with a little help from people I'd just met or never met before) to get a multitude of boxes either emptied, sorted out, moved, whatever, so that the living/dinging/kitchen areas of the apartment actually look more like "home".
Well, it's way past my bedtime and I might or might not have made cohesive sense here. Forgive me if not. :-)
Showing posts with label challenges. Show all posts
Showing posts with label challenges. Show all posts
Tuesday, July 3, 2012
Friday, August 5, 2011
I Just Thought I Was Busy Before . . .
For the last two weeks, more particularly the last 8 days, I have been more physically busy for LONG hours each day than I can remember. I thought that as we aged we'd get to a point when the burdens got a little lighter. WRONG! And, I suppose that it's a good thing! If I am still able to work hard physically, perhaps I won't just fade into a nursing home existance!!! in the future. Here's hoping.
I am grateful that I'm able to do this this kind of work. Husband and I each drove over 1500 miles (in three days--he in the U-Haul and I in our pickup) and then worked like a steveadores--along with some help from a couple of strong, hardworking young Brazillian guys our daughter knows--before and afterwards, have been furiously unpacking all those zillion boxes I packed, and have been trying to make some order out of chaos for my daughter and her little ones. (Daughter is working furiously to finish this semester and graduate. Six more days and she should reach her goal!) Together my husband and I have been in the thick of it all--(thank Heaven!!!) while we've tried to help the little ones feel like there will be more order in their lives (soon) along with the love, and comfort that were there when they lived with us.
However, last night the exhaustion level along with the knowledge that we have so much more to do in too short of a period of time, triggered the sneeky, creeping tendrils of self-pity working themselves into my thinking and feelings bginning to stifle my original feelings of accomplishing worthy goals. They began twisting themselves fairly effectively into my thoughts until I remembered this phrase in the Scriptures: "when you are in the service of your fellow beings, you are only in the service of your God." I chatised myself a little and and allowed the "blam of Gilead" to soothe me before I took up my Scriptures and read a little realising that God is always watching over us, is mindful of each and every trial and tribulation we might experience and is always there to assist when we can't go it alone. For that, I am daily and eternally grateful.
I also remembered that I'll be stronger for each physical, emotional, spiritual and intellectual mountain I climb--even if I slip down a notch or two here and there--IF I keep striving to go forward. Christ certainly had the most diffiuclt path to follow of any human being. He somehow experienced every pain, every illness, and endured the consequences of each and every sin each and every one of God's child have or ever will commit--so He knows first hand how we feel and He conquered it all! It amazes me beyond belief that He loves us all enough to have endured all that. And knowing that He conquered all and is there and willing to help me conquer all my challenges gives me courage to press forward. It also helps me realize how puny my challenges are in comparrison!
I'm going to miss my daughter and her three little ones terribly when we have to leave. I seriously want to have my family--all my family--close. We'll see where the Lord directs us in the days to come! In the meantime, I know He'll be watching over them, and me, and the rest of my family. And everyone else, too! That knowledge is what lifts me up and gives me joy! Even in the midst of my challenges!
I am grateful that I'm able to do this this kind of work. Husband and I each drove over 1500 miles (in three days--he in the U-Haul and I in our pickup) and then worked like a steveadores--along with some help from a couple of strong, hardworking young Brazillian guys our daughter knows--before and afterwards, have been furiously unpacking all those zillion boxes I packed, and have been trying to make some order out of chaos for my daughter and her little ones. (Daughter is working furiously to finish this semester and graduate. Six more days and she should reach her goal!) Together my husband and I have been in the thick of it all--(thank Heaven!!!) while we've tried to help the little ones feel like there will be more order in their lives (soon) along with the love, and comfort that were there when they lived with us.
However, last night the exhaustion level along with the knowledge that we have so much more to do in too short of a period of time, triggered the sneeky, creeping tendrils of self-pity working themselves into my thinking and feelings bginning to stifle my original feelings of accomplishing worthy goals. They began twisting themselves fairly effectively into my thoughts until I remembered this phrase in the Scriptures: "when you are in the service of your fellow beings, you are only in the service of your God." I chatised myself a little and and allowed the "blam of Gilead" to soothe me before I took up my Scriptures and read a little realising that God is always watching over us, is mindful of each and every trial and tribulation we might experience and is always there to assist when we can't go it alone. For that, I am daily and eternally grateful.
I also remembered that I'll be stronger for each physical, emotional, spiritual and intellectual mountain I climb--even if I slip down a notch or two here and there--IF I keep striving to go forward. Christ certainly had the most diffiuclt path to follow of any human being. He somehow experienced every pain, every illness, and endured the consequences of each and every sin each and every one of God's child have or ever will commit--so He knows first hand how we feel and He conquered it all! It amazes me beyond belief that He loves us all enough to have endured all that. And knowing that He conquered all and is there and willing to help me conquer all my challenges gives me courage to press forward. It also helps me realize how puny my challenges are in comparrison!
I'm going to miss my daughter and her three little ones terribly when we have to leave. I seriously want to have my family--all my family--close. We'll see where the Lord directs us in the days to come! In the meantime, I know He'll be watching over them, and me, and the rest of my family. And everyone else, too! That knowledge is what lifts me up and gives me joy! Even in the midst of my challenges!
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Traumatic Few Days
- I'm home.
- Things have been really weird since Sunday.
- Some weirdness began Saturday.
My youngest grandson had infected ears--with tubes in--that drained beginning on Tuesday (last week). Then Thursday, the middle youngin, another boy, woke around 1:30 AM with a very hurtful ear. I had a developing cold/cough. Saturday I called my husband to talk with the youngest who was a wild man most likely due to his discomfort with the ear aches. When this little one knew "Gampa" was on the phone, an immediate grin replaced the grumpiness. "Gampa" then mentioned that when I had a minute could I please call him back; he needed to ask me about something weird he was experiencing. I told him: Tell me now!
The "experience" included "reflux" type of discomfort, the upper thorax pain radiating up to his jaw, and a tingling kind of sensation in his chest, like you might feel in your foot when it was asleep and waking up. And it was occurring over and over again. I tried to urge him to get to the ER immediately, but you know how guys are: I'm invincible. I'm tough. I can handle this.
Somehow, I did manage to convince him to at least go check his blood pressure at Walmart. After he agreed, and left, I realized that driving himself to Walmart might NOT have been one of the wisest things I've encouraged. So I called a friend and asked if he could be on stand-by in case somebody needed to go to the ER 30 miles away--where his heart doctor was. This wonderful friend, was more than willing to do so--at least until Tuesday, when his own wife was scheduled for surgery.
Sunday, a severe storm raged through our town. Trees went down around 7:30-8:30 AM, and with them, of course, power lines. My husband tried to drive to church. The roads to there--not far from the house--were blocked by fallen trees/limbs.
Then, the chest pains began again, and were more intense. He finally was convinced he needed to get to the ER. So, he drove himself. The friend who was so willing to drive him, was totally blocked in his own house by a huge fallen tree. Two other families from our Church had trees fall on their homes--one which was demolished 45 seconds after they got out! It was the result of a twister.
He, my husband, did make it to the ER under his own steam--and that of his truck, of course--probably in the nick of time. His heart rate was recorded as 200 beats a minute!!! The doctor tried to stabilize him and planned to heli-flight him to another, larger hospital that's a one-and-a-half hour's drive from here, but due to weather, all flights were cancelled.
About the time he made it to the ER, my daughter and her husband made it home from their trip and I tried to arrange a flight back home to be with my husband. I was in touch with my husband off and on all day. How his cell phone battery lasted without a recharge, I don't know, but it was great!
The transport to the larger hospital, via ambulance, was a wild ride, I heard. They made the trip in about 45 minutes, lights and siren going!
I did fly to the city where my brother-in-law lives--three hours from our home. He picked me up, drove me to the hospital where my husband left his truck, we went to the house to pick up a few items for my husband and booked it down to the hospital where he was undergoing a heart-cath. We got there about eleven pm. That was Monday.
Dear husband was released yesterday, Tuesday--to wait for a heart study to be done later. Got the word today that the Cardiac Electrician (as he's referred to) will do the "study" on the 18th and depending on the results, may insert at defibrillator. Fun, right?
More bad weather is forecast for this coming weekend. My friend (who had surgery yesterday) is doing well. Spoke also to the friend whose home was demolished, and she's doing well--though she said the whole thing is still surreal. I'm thinking of baking some bread and a chocolate, fudge drenched cake--which is one of her husband's most favorite desserts--and going to see them tomorrow. With said baked items, of course!
My cold/cough is getting better, but my head--especially my ears are very congested and things sound weird. My voice, I'm told, is sounding more and more like normal. (When I called our son on Sunday to let him know about his Dad, he was about to leave for work and had no idea who called him to tell him about such bad news. Finally, it apparently dawned on him who I was and he was able to somewhat put the pieces together. The things we never realize, sometimes about how we sound! Our oldest daughter thought I was her brother when I first talked with her that day! I must have sounded BAD! I do have a bit of a low speaking voice, I guess, but it must have been way down in the basement on Sunday!) My ears, however, still hurt--the plane trip was painful on the descents--and I want desperately to de-congest! My chest isn't as tight as it was for the first several days--mucus is breaking up (I know you really wanted to hear about this) and I'm coughing up yucky stuff, finally. So I must be getting better! I've had so little sleep for the past few days, especially, that I fell asleep this afternoon on the couch.
I am grateful, however, to have been with my grandchildren for almost two weeks! I miss them already. I'm grateful my brother-in-law is such a great guy, I'm grateful that my two children that live in the town where their dad was in the hospital were able to be off work in order to stay with him till I was able to get there. Grateful HE is home now--and stable! Grateful we had no trees fall on our house or in our yard--like three years ago! Grateful for friends and family who've been praying for us. Grateful for good doctors and all that worked together so that we have a good result at this point!
Now, I'm probably going to go to bed and to sleep. In my very own bed. In my own house. With my husband. Life is good!
Monday, December 1, 2008
Back Home
Just a short note...I'm back home. (Didn't notice I was gone, eh?) Well, nonetheless, I'm back. I don't know how the scales at this house show no change in my excessive weight, but, it's the same as when I left. Mysteries abound, it seems.
I've been to the bat cave and survived--more on that later!
I've cleaned enough to last me forever. Except that I have ten tons of laundry here at home I'm trying to catch up on, and oh, yeah. I've not been home for over a week, so guess who has a lot of cleaning to catch up on here! Not to mention, that I well, sort of signed up to clean the Church this week, too. It's not small. Maybe that'll be on tomorrow's list.
I have my last Institute Class to teach for this semester this coming Thursday. My students get to report on how their lives have changed since the beginning of the Semester after studying the Four Gospels for the last four months. I am so looking forward to this Thursday.
Friday, following, I'll be taking my youngest daughter to the airport. She and her beloved have decided to elope. So, that was not a TOTAL surprise, but yet not on the "List of Things To Do" for December that I've been keeping.
Cleaning. More cleaning. Eventually she and her soon-to-be-husband will have to come back here and gather up and move all her possessions between now and the first week of January.
After 12 to 14 hour days of cleaning and cooking, I'm a little tired and sore. But, I know if I keep going, I'll be in better shape for it. Right?
Oh, and yes. My dear Mom . . . is currently in a rehab facility 1500 miles away and I don't know the extent of her "situation." She can no longer walk under her own power, i.e., w/o a walker. Something happened, and no one apparently knows what, that's preventing her ability to do what she was doing on her own--including driving--just two-and-a-half weeks ago.
The hospital (ER) ran all kinds of tests, CAT scans, MRI's and whoknowswhatall two weeks ago, but came up with nothing more than "she's a little dehydrated." IV's, of course, take care of that. So what the heck happened? What's going to happen?
My siblings have been great, but they don't seem to have pinned a doctor down yet...(you know how so many doctors don't like being pinned down on things!!!)...to know what happened, is happening, will happen at this point. Or, maybe I've been so busy with all my chillin's I've lots touch?
Mom doesn't recognize my voice on the phone any more. Which really bumfuzzels me since we were talking on the phone every day for the last year--until her episode--two-and-a-half weeks ago when she didn't have a phone close by. She is getting therapy to strengthen her legs and arms. (She's pretty much been the queen of not exercising for quite some time, though many of her children have encouraged her to at least take a daily walk!) (Note to self: Get busy and get on the treadmill at least every day! I could be becoming the princess of not exercising. well, except for the fact that I do go up and down stairs every day--several times a day, still haul heavy loads of stuff from the grocery store--okay. My buggy to the trunk of my car. From the trunk of my car to the house, i.e., up stairs, and other stuff!) And, it's very hard to be 1500 miles away when one's mother is having distress and one can't be there to see, ask questions, assist. Exceptionally frustrating. For me. Anyway.
So, apparently, life is still happening here and everywhere. Challenges are what it's all about. That and the joy of having family to deal with! (My grandchildren were precious, of course. And very, loud and noisy. Oh! I did have to encourage them to "shhhhhhh" every so often.) Wouldn't have missed them for the world!
Oh. Don't let me forget: I'm thankful for the ability to experience all of the above! Don't want boring. Don't want to be without family. Grateful for the air I breathe, etc. =-}
I've been to the bat cave and survived--more on that later!
I've cleaned enough to last me forever. Except that I have ten tons of laundry here at home I'm trying to catch up on, and oh, yeah. I've not been home for over a week, so guess who has a lot of cleaning to catch up on here! Not to mention, that I well, sort of signed up to clean the Church this week, too. It's not small. Maybe that'll be on tomorrow's list.
I have my last Institute Class to teach for this semester this coming Thursday. My students get to report on how their lives have changed since the beginning of the Semester after studying the Four Gospels for the last four months. I am so looking forward to this Thursday.
Friday, following, I'll be taking my youngest daughter to the airport. She and her beloved have decided to elope. So, that was not a TOTAL surprise, but yet not on the "List of Things To Do" for December that I've been keeping.
Cleaning. More cleaning. Eventually she and her soon-to-be-husband will have to come back here and gather up and move all her possessions between now and the first week of January.
After 12 to 14 hour days of cleaning and cooking, I'm a little tired and sore. But, I know if I keep going, I'll be in better shape for it. Right?
Oh, and yes. My dear Mom . . . is currently in a rehab facility 1500 miles away and I don't know the extent of her "situation." She can no longer walk under her own power, i.e., w/o a walker. Something happened, and no one apparently knows what, that's preventing her ability to do what she was doing on her own--including driving--just two-and-a-half weeks ago.
The hospital (ER) ran all kinds of tests, CAT scans, MRI's and whoknowswhatall two weeks ago, but came up with nothing more than "she's a little dehydrated." IV's, of course, take care of that. So what the heck happened? What's going to happen?
My siblings have been great, but they don't seem to have pinned a doctor down yet...(you know how so many doctors don't like being pinned down on things!!!)...to know what happened, is happening, will happen at this point. Or, maybe I've been so busy with all my chillin's I've lots touch?
Mom doesn't recognize my voice on the phone any more. Which really bumfuzzels me since we were talking on the phone every day for the last year--until her episode--two-and-a-half weeks ago when she didn't have a phone close by. She is getting therapy to strengthen her legs and arms. (She's pretty much been the queen of not exercising for quite some time, though many of her children have encouraged her to at least take a daily walk!) (Note to self: Get busy and get on the treadmill at least every day! I could be becoming the princess of not exercising. well, except for the fact that I do go up and down stairs every day--several times a day, still haul heavy loads of stuff from the grocery store--okay. My buggy to the trunk of my car. From the trunk of my car to the house, i.e., up stairs, and other stuff!) And, it's very hard to be 1500 miles away when one's mother is having distress and one can't be there to see, ask questions, assist. Exceptionally frustrating. For me. Anyway.
So, apparently, life is still happening here and everywhere. Challenges are what it's all about. That and the joy of having family to deal with! (My grandchildren were precious, of course. And very, loud and noisy. Oh! I did have to encourage them to "shhhhhhh" every so often.) Wouldn't have missed them for the world!
Oh. Don't let me forget: I'm thankful for the ability to experience all of the above! Don't want boring. Don't want to be without family. Grateful for the air I breathe, etc. =-}
Thursday, March 27, 2008
First Time TAGGED: Meme
Okay. What's a MEME? I'm clueless about a lot of things BLOGGED, but I'll try to complete my assignment anyway. I feel honored to be included in Bush Babe's TAG! Thanks. I think. I'm slow and well--as anyone knows who's read my comments on their blogs (or my own)--being concise in writing is excessively (May I emphasize how excessively?) difficult for me. I love Jane Austen, and Victor Hugo, and people who write with rich detail. Not that I could ever catagorize myself in their company as a writer (particularly because for one, I'm as yet unpublished) I tend to be verbose. None-the-less, Bush Babe was kind enough to TAG me with a Meme. (I tried looking that word up in the dictionary. Well . . . unfortunately, I found it not. So, I'm following her challenge (loosely) anyway and passing it on, according to the rules of the game.)
The TAG assignment is as follows:
1. Write a six word memoir and post it on your blog.
2. Add a picture if you wish.
3. Link to the person who tagged you.
4. Tag 4 or 5 others, with links, to keep it going.
5. Leave a comment for the ones you tag with an invitation to play.
6. And link to the original post about the Six Word Memoir meme.
The unstated purpose--(I am rather slow, I admit)--is to make the memoir of yourself. I struggled aimlessly around--in a verbose sort of way, naturally--and asked my daughter with an English degree what she thought. (She's amazed that the mother who brought her up is so poorly educated as to not understand more rules of grammar, English, spelling, etc. But, she still puts up with me and tries to educate and help me when I seek such. I'm glad I have a ready source of assistance!)
This was one attempt:
CLUELESS TO CONCISELY CONTRIVING CONCLUSIVE COMPOSITIONS
She didn't think that was too good, so we worked together on another one or two. (I'm sorry I bent the rules and got outside help, but, HEY! I do need help!)
So, I'm going with this one:
RELIGIOUS GRANDMA WRITES FOR HER PLEASURE
(You might want to ask WHAT I like to write?)
Now I must try to link to Bush Babe's blog . . . and TAG a few other people and link to their blogs . . .
Bug Girl at Bugs in the Desert
Ashley's Blog at Three Little Princesses
Brittany at Bartleme Bunch
Corri at Hayashi Journey
Danielle at Heels and Steele
As those are all family, I should probably link/TAG/challenge someone else . . .
Debby! You're it! at Life's Funny Like That
My daughter encouraged me to also TAG Pioneer Woman.
(Of course, that does extend the column of TAGGEES to 7 rather than the 5 required. So I'm in BIG trouble with the Memoir Tagging Police. I'll hunker down and hide in the back woods and maybe they won't find me?)
I think she's too busy with her own MAJOR renovations to her original website, her cooking website, the creation of her photoshop website, four children, hunky husband, ranch hands, extended family and brother Mikey, not to mention herds of cattle momma's and their babies--with a stray longhorn steer now and then, and wild mustangs. But--IF she's not too busy and feels inclined to do so, she's invited--TAGGED as it were--to join in the assignment. (If she's too busy, it's okay. We'll all understand!)
Sorry if I'm the fly in the ointment. I really am trying! And good day to you all!
The TAG assignment is as follows:
1. Write a six word memoir and post it on your blog.
2. Add a picture if you wish.
3. Link to the person who tagged you.
4. Tag 4 or 5 others, with links, to keep it going.
5. Leave a comment for the ones you tag with an invitation to play.
6. And link to the original post about the Six Word Memoir meme.
The unstated purpose--(I am rather slow, I admit)--is to make the memoir of yourself. I struggled aimlessly around--in a verbose sort of way, naturally--and asked my daughter with an English degree what she thought. (She's amazed that the mother who brought her up is so poorly educated as to not understand more rules of grammar, English, spelling, etc. But, she still puts up with me and tries to educate and help me when I seek such. I'm glad I have a ready source of assistance!)
This was one attempt:
CLUELESS TO CONCISELY CONTRIVING CONCLUSIVE COMPOSITIONS
She didn't think that was too good, so we worked together on another one or two. (I'm sorry I bent the rules and got outside help, but, HEY! I do need help!)
So, I'm going with this one:
RELIGIOUS GRANDMA WRITES FOR HER PLEASURE
(You might want to ask WHAT I like to write?)
Now I must try to link to Bush Babe's blog . . . and TAG a few other people and link to their blogs . . .
Bug Girl at Bugs in the Desert
Ashley's Blog at Three Little Princesses
Brittany at Bartleme Bunch
Corri at Hayashi Journey
Danielle at Heels and Steele
As those are all family, I should probably link/TAG/challenge someone else . . .
Debby! You're it! at Life's Funny Like That
My daughter encouraged me to also TAG Pioneer Woman.
(Of course, that does extend the column of TAGGEES to 7 rather than the 5 required. So I'm in BIG trouble with the Memoir Tagging Police. I'll hunker down and hide in the back woods and maybe they won't find me?)
I think she's too busy with her own MAJOR renovations to her original website, her cooking website, the creation of her photoshop website, four children, hunky husband, ranch hands, extended family and brother Mikey, not to mention herds of cattle momma's and their babies--with a stray longhorn steer now and then, and wild mustangs. But--IF she's not too busy and feels inclined to do so, she's invited--TAGGED as it were--to join in the assignment. (If she's too busy, it's okay. We'll all understand!)
Sorry if I'm the fly in the ointment. I really am trying! And good day to you all!
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