This is Good Bye

I've had a good run, but it is time to put Justmylife to rest. I have enjoyed my time here for the most part, but I guess all good things must come to an end.

Lately post are harder to come up with, harder to get my thoughts in line and get them here and time is harder to find for some reason.

I'm leaving this up until I figure out to take it down completely. May be a week, maybe longer or shorter.

Goodbye to all of you who have stuck by me through the good, the bad, and the massively ugly.

One small happy note to end on......I got a DRYER!!!!!!!! *Happy Dance*

HAVE A GREAT DAY!!!!

I have learned a few things.....

And at my advanced age too. heh! Apparently even though Hubby is almost a year older than me, Little Miss still finds me old and hubby is still cool. Her friends are the same way....Little friend of Miss' said she figured hubby was like 30....HAHAHAHA!!! ( I say she thinks he is cute and is sucking up. Crush time!) Where she figured me at 35.....GGRRR BRAT. But still figured me as younger than I actually am, sooooo...... But anyway, I have learned a few things and I wanted to share with you my new found knowledge.......

1....... Some people can just get deals anywhere...........And not just free underwear at Victoria's Secret (Janet is so lucky!!!) or coupons and sales to get really cheap stuff (.19, that's 19 CENTS at Walgreen's, like Holly). My brother called to complain to the satellite company that my parent's remote didn't work. And before he got off the phone, not only did they have a new remote coming they had ALL the movie channels for FREE for 3 months!!!!! I asked him how in the hell did he manage that and he said I just asked if they had any deals to offer.... HUH?!! I never get deals like that.

2....... Don't die or be buried on the weekends!!!!! OK, maybe you can die on the weekend but don't be buried on the weekend. Sorry SOBs at the cemetery WILL charge your family overtime to dig the grave. Oh, Yes. They will.....300 bucks for 20 minutes of backhoe time!!!!! They are all about being there for you and making this easier for you....Then when you say you do, in fact, have plans for a graveside service....OH, the eyes they light up! Then it is all about the money. And if they say you will get 2 tents and chairs, you damn well better be out there counting before the graveside services, because we didn't get our 2 tents and only got 12 chairs.... Sorry Sons of Bitches!

3...... If you ask a funeral director if the price is negotiable they will look at you like you have sprouted feathers and get fairly pissed. No it wasn't me! My brother asked, hey Dad would have too. The guy almost fell over and then informed him that UH, No it WASN'T. I guess not everything is negotiable. The best part was my brother asked if we "heard" that, then informed us it was dad falling off the table over the cost. AH HAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!

4...... It takes someone "special" to be a funeral director. No really it does. Ours was a cross between a con artist and a game show host. I kept expecting him to offer us what was behind door number 2.

5....... If when left alone at the funeral home, the whole family is cracking jokes about the people and laughing..... the people there will look at you funny. I think they were afraid of us.

6....... My mother has a mouth and has learned how to use it...... Case in point.......... As we were leaving the funeral home and with the funeral director still within hearing range, she says, "Don't you use this place when I die. Bury me here because we have the plot, but shop around for a better deal." She has always been sssoooo nice, she was pissed about the cost. She kept saying your dad is worth that and more, but that was ridiculous!!!! Which leads us to.....

7.........I can't afford to die anytime soon. Good Gravy!!!! I will say only this.....We did NOT go extravagant, we didn't go with the cheapest either (That is what dad asked for.....Least expensive everything, but we would not put him in ugly, cheap looking casket) and OH. MY. GAWD!!!!!!! Middle of the line stuff here people! I swear they know you can't just bury people in the back yard and they use it to their advantage! And they want their money NOW, not when the life insurance comes in. My brother asks what our financial options were... you know, pay part now, pay the rest later when the insurance comes in.....He was told.....Cash, Check, or Credit card. ASSHATS!!!!!

8.......Family comes to your house and gets on your nerves........Aren't they suppose to be there for support, to do the food thing and clean up for you? That is what I always thought anyway. My mom put out the food, I cleaned up the kitchen and they visited with each other and complained about their lives. HUH!???!!! And they can and will trap you in a corner and make you talk to them. Especially the nuts! On the day that I buried my father, do I really care if the church loves your food and you have told them you will no longer cook for them? Well, uh, NO!

9........ Once family shows up....They won't leave........ We wanted a bit of time for OUR family to remember dad, in OUR way and not when everyone was so tired they just wanted to crawl into bed. I swear, they stayed and stayed and stayed and stayed some more! We had not gotten a lot of sleep the last few nights, for crying out loud, LEAVE at a decent hour. I will never be one of those people to go to the house and just keep sitting there. If I have done it in the past....I am SSSSOOOOO sorry and I will never do it again!

10....... And finally.......... It is the small things that matter most. Not the huge ass flower arrangements, the number of meals that are brought (which I loved, because I swear I did not cook for a week), or any of that showy stuff that screams look at what I did for you. But the hugs from family from out of the blue, the texts of support, the closeness that somehow came back, seeing friends that you haven't seen in eons, and sharing memories of times forgotten. So if you get nothing from this post but one thing......Take this with you...... Do the small stuff. Call just to say HI. Keep in contact with people, even if it is just a quick note to check in. And don't be stingy with those hugs.

I swear I am trying to get back in the groove of this whole blog thing. Finding time here lately has seemed to be the problem, well that and a decent post. Hang in there, I will get my groove back. Until next time..............

HAVE A GREAT DAY AND THANKS FOR VISITING!!!!!!!!!!!

I know I am LATE

Still having trouble getting started sometimes. I swear it is Hubby's fault, no, really it is. He is spoiling me to no end and I find myself becoming ever more lazy with each passing day. I know I didn't really post an update last week, well, I did but it was for the week or two before. But really outside of my getting spoiled, the whole week is somewhat of a blur. We went to mom's a lot. We ate at mom's a lot. Yes, that southern tradition of food makes everything better.... it is alive and well. Mostly good food, some just barely edible, but for the most part, good food. So most every night mom would say, ya'll are coming to help me eat this food, right? And, of course, we would show up and eat her food.

Over that week, there was a lovely transformation. Actually there was a few....

MIL hugged me and yes, it was painful for her. I swear I thought I was the only one who noticed, but hubby even had to comment about the look on her face being one of pure pain. But I will admit, she did it twice. I didn't have a stroke, but I swear I did go into shock. I would have sworn those little shocking paddles where in my near future. heh!

Red told me she loved me and if I needed her, I knew where she was. Even told me if I just needed to scream to let her know. Damn had the perfect opportunity and let it go. Can you imagine all of the anger of the last few years I could have gotten out?! I do have to admit, most of Red's problems with me go directly back to MIL, so it is no wonder she can't decide if I am a likable person or not.

SIL, well, she is the same. Supportive and there if I need her. We have only had trouble once since she decided I wasn't the devil incarnate that was marrying her brother.

My FIL.... Bless his heart was going to the visitation, until my MIL told him he had no business there. *cough* bitch *cough*. I never expected him to go, I guess I might have died from the pure shock of him showing up. He has even *gasp* spoke to me! He is the quietest man on Earth. He called me by name (Not, Hey, you.) and asked how my mom was doing. He is a sweetheart, but he doesn't have a lot to say to me. OK, he grumbles about MIL to me, but usually nothing real personal.

My brother.....What can I say....Mr. I can't make a decision without asking 4 million people their opinion, has stepped up and is running the show. He is taking daddy's place in the household. A good thing and a bad thing. He is worried about momma's financial future and wants to make decisions about what to do, only it is MOMMA'S financial future and her decisions to make. He is calming a bit. I know it is hard for him, he just wants to take care of momma.

And Hubby........He has had the biggest transformation of all the rest. In 22 years of marriage, he has never called my momma, Momma or Mom, or Mother, or anything like that. He calls her Mom now. He has never told her he loved her. He tells her every time he sees her now.

He is actually getting along with my brother. He has called him on the phone! They have never had a problem...They are just 2 very different people and never attempted to try to be anything but my brother and my husband. I swear they may actually become family. It scares me..... But they have something in common now..... protecting and taking care of momma at all cost.

And the biggest transformation has been with us. He cooks, he cleans, he washes clothes, he hugs me, he kisses me, he tells me to take it easy. He worries about me, he cuddles with me and most important......We talk! We are back to the ooey, gooey, lovey, dovey make our children sick couple we have been in the past. And I must admit, I like it.

He knew we were having problems, he didn't know what it was, but he knew something was wrong. So when I was at momma's for those 2 weeks, he was here...Right here....On my Blog.....He was reading and trying to figure me out, figure us out. And he found his answers. And he thought about it and looked back and saw it. He never knew. How could he? I never told him. And so now he is spending all of his time making everything up to me, spoiling me.

He said he had a epiphany....He is not going to let the small stuff bother him. And so far so good. Oh, he has blown a few times, but he lets it go quickly and he doesn't let them build until he feels the need to let them out on ME! In fact it is almost scary that he is being so wonderful. I find myself waiting.....Not really, I am enjoying it all!

So a bit of a weekend update very quickly and I will run away to take a nap....heh!

Friday, Hubby rented a movie, he knew I wanted to see....OK, he wanted to see it too, but just let me have it as the sweet gesture that I want it to be....Transformers 2 was the movie. We ate BBQ ribs, sweetly bought by my darling hubby and watched the movie, in relative peace, surprising considering that The Boy was home, his friend was here for a bit and Little Miss was also here.

Saturday was Hubby's birthday. Since I didn't want to celebrate my birthday on my birthday (visitation and all) I had told him I would celebrate on his birthday. I turned old and he turned older. HA!

Little Miss had her first basketball game, which means "Coach" The Boy had his first basketball game too. It started out bad, thought we were going to have to forfeit because we didn't have enough players. Two minutes before the official forfeit, a player showed and we were able to have an actual game. No subs...all the girls had to play the full game. They were give the hell out. They played hard, they played pretty good for a team of girls that really have never played before. They lost....20 to 2. They scored so I was happy. Little Miss played well, not as aggressive as I expected, but she hustled.

I spent the afternoon with momma, while hubby worked on BIL's car. I came home to be treated like a queen. Hubby cooked supper, brought mums in from the flower garden, lowered the lights. We ate at the table like grownups. (Little Miss ate in the living room, The Boy ate later than us.) We had a very nice, peaceful, romantic dinner. We watched a movie. Then I had a bath run for me! Bath oils and all. So very romantic! Candles and all. Whatta man.

Sunday.... We did.....I don't remember. We ate at MIL's, I know. I think we washed some clothes and cleaned up around the house. I know we spent time together. We ran a few errands all alone! And I had a bad night, felt awful. A nice little uprising of whatever the hell is wrong with me. Same ole, same ole. But hubby took care of me. He worried about me. He pissed Little Miss off for me, made her go to bed early. HA!

And then yesterday....He started his new, old job. He went back to the block plant. I think it will work out. I hope it will work out. He was ready. The last job wasn't working out as promised. Rain made it impossible to work and where he was told he would work in the shop when it rained and paid for a full day, it never seemed to happen. Short checks, bills and such make for a miserable man at work and home. His old boss called him and wanted him back, the bigger boss (who happens to have the same name as my dad, Daddy always wanted hubby to go back. Maybe it is some sort of sign.) called and talked to him, and Hubby made a decision. He wanted to go back. He wishes he had never left, but hindsight and such. The secretary is trying to get his health insurance started back without the whole 90 day wait, may not happen but we can always hope.

So now you are updated and since hubby and I stayed up very late last night talking and I am sleepy as hell, I will go and try to... I don't know accomplish something and maybe slip in a nap or something. Call mom, enjoy my new found peace. I don't know. Hopefully I will get back on track and post here a bit more regular. I have a couple of promising ideas for posts, so..... you never know. Until next time.............

HAVE A GREAT DAY AND THANKS FOR VISITING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Our Journey

On November 5th at 4:25am, Daddy drifted away from us. It was peaceful and we were all there by his side. Momma rubbed his head, my brother held one hand, my aunt (his sister) rubbed his arm. And I held his hand while Hubby held me. Then he was gone. The end of a 10 day journey. A journey that I hope I never have to take again, but one I am glad I didn't miss.

This is our journey.....

Monday, October 26, started like any other Monday, I was cleaning and washing. Then Momma called and said she had a few errands to run and Daddy didn't feel comfortable staying by himself, of course I told her I could sit with him. He slept mostly and he wasn't feeling well at all. Momma brought me home before Little Miss got home from school but I was uneasy and worried because Daddy was having such a bad day, but I pushed on and went on with what had to be done.

Hubby called Momma about dinner time to talk about sheet rock he was getting for them to put in the other house and to check on Daddy. When he got off the phone, he said we needed to get over there. Daddy had Momma call the preacher to talk about his funeral arrangements and that it was time to call in hospice and had told her no matter what, he was not going back to the hospital.

It was a long night. Hubby and the kids went home. There was school and work the next day, life does go one. Mom and I sat and listened to him rattle, moan, pray and have nightmares. We asked him to go to the ER only to be told, he just wanted to stay with momma.

As we sat, we talked about how on Sunday he was sitting in his chair, getting in and out of bed by himself and wondering the house. And now he needed help to walk. A day.... that is all it took. I never dreamed he would make it through the night, but he pushed on.

Tuesday it took my brother and hubby, with momma pulling his oxygen tank, to get him to the car to go to the doctor. A wheelchair was needed at the doctor's office. The doctor was completely shocked by the change. Just Saturday, he was sitting up in the hospital bed fussing about getting out of the hospital. Just 3 days later, he sits in a wheelchair to weak to walk, pale and an oxygen level of 74. The doctor said he never expected him to go down that quick and he agreed with Daddy it was time to call in Hospice.

Wednesday brought us to the hospital for one last CT scan, the proof Hospice needed. It showed a questionable aspiration in his lungs, which had caused another infection. Which got him another round of antibiotics. The nurse told us to keep him as near to sitting upright as he could full-time, give him his medicine and once this infection was cleared up, he would be right back to where he was before this minor episode occurred. She said hospice could be suspended until he needed them again. We borrowed a wheelchair from Granddaddy to get him around the house easier, a temporary need in our minds.

Thursday brought us improvement. He sat up in his chair a good bit of the day, watched TV, talked as much as he could. A real joy. I truly believed when I went home for the weekend that I wouldn't have to come back except to visit.

Friday, he wanted to be wheeled to the couch for the hospice nurse. He joked some and visited with us, but after an hour of being up, he was so tired and ready to go back to bed. I came home that night, my brother was taking the weekend shift with mom. I was torn, I knew I needed to spend time with my family, but at the same time I felt I needed to be with mom and dad. I knew that my mom and brother would take care of daddy, but something kept pulling me back. I needed rest and time with hubby, but.....

Saturday hubby and I cleaned our own home and washed clothes, did what had to be done. We went to check on mom and dad, make sure momma ate something. I had found out that when daddy didn't eat, mom was having a bowl of cereal or toast for supper. Not good for a woman who needed all her energy to tend to a sick man. All was well, daddy showed no improvement but he was holding his own. I felt better about leaving, but still a bit uneasy. Hubby and the kids needed me home. There was no decision to make, my family needed me.

I found out Sunday, Daddy had a horrible night, momma didn't get any sleep. Every time she would sit or lay down, daddy would want something. Sit up in bed, TV on, TV off, lay back down, sit in the chair, get back in the bed, covers on, covers off. My brother called Sunday morning to tell me daddy was having an anxiety attack and having trouble breathing, so they had called in the nurse. We got there, my aunt came and the nurse got there. Nice guy, he explained things to us, no one else had. He said that when daddy's oxygen level got low, he knew something was wrong, but he didn't know exactly what. So he would run through his mind and try to find something that helped. That helped us a lot, where we thought daddy was being a pain in the ass and we were getting ill with him, now we knew he couldn't help it. After the nurse left that afternoon, daddy ate a few bites of potato soup. That would be the last food he ate, he took to ice chips and never went back.

When night came, it was hard to let hubby leave. He had went down in his back and physically needed me to be with him, but momma needed me too. Hubby told me to stay with momma, that he would be OK, but I felt so bad leaving him.

I thought Monday was bringing us a good day. I got up to momma and my aunt getting daddy in his wheelchair. It lasted all of 10 minutes before he was too tired to sit up in it. He went to bed and never got out of it again. My aunt fed him ice chips all day. She was like that carton dog shaking and ready to jump at a seconds notice. She didn't want to leave but she knew that she had to. That was the first night hubby and Little Miss stayed with me at momma's. That eased my mind so much. I was with everyone that needed me.

Tuesday was a long day and night. Daddy wanted constantly. We had frozen peach, mango V8 fusion and he really seemed to like it. (It was my idea, so he could get some vitamins and such and when momma told him that, he said I was worth a shit sometimes. HA!) We also froze his strawberry DanActiv. He would eat a few bites of his "flavors" then a few bites of his "sherbet". Dinner and Dessert. HA!

Tuesday night Daddy kept us all up (even hubby). By then it took 3 of us to sit him up and move him around in bed. Every time I would get warm and comfortable, mom would have to come and get me.

The nurse came Wednesday morning, without saying a word to us, she called in what we found out later was a crisis nurse. My brother got a call at work informing him daddy had a couple of hours to a couple of days and that he needed to get over there. He got there in record time. He called my aunt who also made her 2 hour trip in record time. My brother couldn't tell us what he knew. Larry , the nurse who would spend the next 12 hours with us, told momma and my brother managed to tell me.

Little Miss got sick at school and had to come home. When hubby brought her to momma's he discovered a water leak that he needed to fix. He happened in the house as my brother was telling me about daddy. I swear Little Miss "knew" something was going to happen and "someone" was keeping hubby there. Hubby rarely left my side after that.

That was a long day. Calls needed to be made, people came, and feelings had to be dealt with, all while not letting daddy know what was going on. I had trouble staying in the room. He rarely opened his eyes and had little to say. Every time Little Miss came in the room, he would say, "Hi Cutie Pie." He spoke of the time he was shot in the foot and proclaimed himself the eternal tightwad.

Larry, the hospice nurse, was great! He fit right in with us. God himself sent him to us. He "got" us. He said he had a BS degree, which our whole family seems to have. He laughed with us and made us laugh. Daddy would have loved him. Larry was there primarily to make daddy comfortable, but also to provide the family with emotional support, which he did so well. When he finally turned us over to another nurse, he had spent more than his 12 hours with us, he told her that over half of us were nuts, but we would take care of her. He was leaving her in good hands.

Little Miss spent the night with SIL. Easy E and Wifey stayed several hours until it was time to go home and get rest for work the next day. The Boy slept on the couch. Hubby and I laid down in the bed for some much-needed rest, but it really wouldn't come. Mom slept in the bed next to daddy's hospital bed. My brother curled up on a couch. My aunt curled up in the recliner. My brother woke us up after the nurse got him up and told him it was close. We stayed with daddy for a while, then stepped out for a much-needed cigarette, when we came back in, I took daddy's hand and squeezed it and his middle finger twitched and somehow I knew he was gone. He waited for us to get back. It would be another 15 minutes before hubby got my brother to get the nurse to check and be sure he was gone.

Throughout this journey we have had many tears, some laughs and a lot of memories. I want to list a few things uttered by daddy in his last few days. It may not make any sense to you, but will surely put a smile on my face, I will try to explain as I go....

Once when we were trying to slide him up in the bed without much success, we got tickled and started laughing and daddy said, "Ya'll are having too much fun at my expense."

When we finally got him slid up in the bed in one giant pull....."Woo! that was better that Viagra!"

When he suddenly uncovered and slid his legs to the side of the bed and said..."OK, let's go!" Momma asked him where we were going. He said..." To Hell in a hand basket."

When we were talking about the water leak...." I know where it is, I will show him!" As we were covering him back up, momma asked him where it was so WE could go and tell hubby, he said.." At the pond, always at the pond." Momma told him it was further down than that and he said..." Well SHIT! I don't know then."

When the nurse inserted his catheter, daddy told him, "I don't know if you have one small enough for me." The nurse said he had never heard that before. HA!

Toward the end, it was a lot of single word requests......"Flavors" (frozen V8 Fusion), "Sherbet" (frozen DanActiv), "Covers", "Cup" ( his spit cup), "Eyes" ( cover for his eyes, the light bothered him). He also had some hand signals.....Hand at his ear meant he wanted his hearing aides (so he could hear what we were saying about him. heh!), hand on his forehead meant he needed his eyes covered, hand on his right shoulder meant he needed his covers pulled up. Kicking his feet meant he was ready to be uncovered. He would ask why you turned the lights on, we had to tell him it was the only way to see his signals and if he didn't want his ice up his nose, we needed lights sometimes. I think he called us smartass from time to time, but I can't be for sure. heh!

As we stood by his side, it was so quiet and so early. I heard Daddy's voice in my head, just as clear as if he were speaking to me......KIZ7180....The dreaded CB call letters from my childhood. Every weekend, bright and early he would break the peace in our little world by saying those letters and numbers so that he could talk to the world. It was perfect.....Mom and my brother knew exactly what I meant when I said it. No explanation needed and it brought a smile to our face.

It has been hard. The visitation, funeral directors (a post all of their own coming), the funeral, family that came and wouldn't leave (another post to come), cleaning up behind them, but one good thing has come from it. Where hubby and I had drifted so far apart, this has brought us back together again. We see that all the petty things aren't worth worrying about. Hubby has been by my side, momma's side, my aunt's side, the kid's sides. He did things we could never do, like help to move furniture to get daddy out of the house. He has taken this so hard and still managed to be there for us.

We are on a new journey now. It started the day daddy died and will continue from now on. It will get easier, I know it will, but for now small things will bring on tears. Mom is doing great. She is a very strong woman, she has her bad times and right now she just wants to stay busy. The kids are doing well. Little Miss is having some anger issues, but we are dealing with them. She can't be mad at Granddaddy for leaving but she has to be mad at somebody. Hubby is spending his time worrying about me, but doing well. And me.....well, I am OK, I am spending a lot of time in "mommy mode", locking it all away in the dark corners of my mind, like a little mental patient. It creeps out from time to time, but I can wrangle it back before it gets too bad. I know at some point it will escape and I will have to deal with it, but later, when I can better handle it.

Thank you for listening to my journey. I know it is impossibly long, but I had to get it out. Believe it or not, it really has helped to see it all down , to know we did everything we could do for him, took care of him the best way we could and remember it. I left so much out, the lack of restful sleep (mostly momma), many bad memories of his last days (details left out for you Putz...I know how you don't like all of the gory details. heh!) I chose to remember the good here, I keep the bad for my nightmares..... Until next time.............

HAVE A GREAT DAY AND THANKS FOR VISITING!!!!!!!!!!!

Don't give up on me

I have a post in the works, but it is taking me longer than expected. That and no matter how hard hubby has worked to keep up the house, the kids work faster. heh! So I must do a bit of cleaning and putting up of clothes. Because despite what hubby says, it has to be done. I must add at this point, that hubby has gone above and beyond the call of duty and I will never be able to tell him how much it has meant to me and mom. If he had his way, he would never leave my side and I would never have to do another minute of cleaning, cooking or washing. But life must go on and I must get back in the swing of things.

Maybe tomorrow, I will get the post of this journey up and running. Thank you all for the kind words and prayers, they mean more to me than you will ever know.

I may be MIA for a while

Just to let you know that dad has taken a turn for the worse and I have been at mom's since Monday night. He is refusing to go to the hospital and we finally got him to go to the doctor and after a quick test, they have found a suspicious aspiration in his lungs. They are giving him medicine and hope to get some improvement but not expecting it. The doctor says daddy's condition has deteriorated faster than expected. They are calling in hospice and I will be here until I am no longer needed. I will try to log on and keep everyone updated when I download his email, which he wants me to do daily. Since I might only have minutes I may Plurk an update. Please check the Plurk box over there <-----. I will pass on the only thing daddy asks for when people ask what he needs.......Pray for him to have some relief, he is so very tired and though claims he has not given up, we aren't really sure. I must go, he is a wake and email is downloaded. Until next time..............

HAVE A GREAT DAY AND THANKS FOR VISITING!!!!!!!!!!!!

My family tree and the squirrels love us.

So what has been going on with you? I have been busy, busy, busy. I hate when that happens. But sometimes life happens and the rest of the stuff has to be put on the back burner. So a quick update here and I will have to run off to my busy, busy, busy, too much shit to do life.

So Thursday night around 10pm, I got a call. Mom had called an ambulance out for dad. He was having trouble breathing and a few chest pains. A Nitro didn't help so it was off to the hospital with him. He got a quack of a doctor. His chart shows he has Pulmonary Fibrosis...He kept asking Daddy if he ever had trouble breathing. Aneewho....Dad was laughing and cutting up and we are beginning to wonder if he is addicted to the hospital. The nurses and all do so love him and shower him with attention.

We managed to get home around 3am...tired and give out. Had to get Little Miss off to school which meant climbing out of bed at 6am. I would say after we got settled down and finally went to sleep I managed about 2 hours of sleep. Friday was not a good day all the way around. The doc told daddy he could get out that day and then apparently changed his mind when he saw how low daddy arterial blood gases were, but he neglected to tell daddy. OH, BOY!!! Not a good thing to do. He finally blew up at the nurse at around 7pm and told her he wanted a straight answer about when the hell he was getting out of there. That was when the nurse told him, after speaking with the doc, that he wouldn't be going home. We walked in to a hornet's nest. My good gravy he was MAD!!!

So Saturday morning, Little Miss had ball practice and guess who went and helped out? That's right it was The Boy!!!! He was home, Friday when we got home, so I kinda figured he would be going. Daddy got to come home on Saturday, they released him at 11am, he refused to leave until 6pm. WTH?!!!! He insisted he was just too tired to get to the car. Said he would have to take a nap half way to the car. Mom got annoyed, she thinks he was afraid to get too far from the hospital. He did finally decide he could get to the car and from the car to the house. The doc says tiredness is all a part of the disease, but for someone to have thrown a fit to go home the night before, he sure wanted to stay on Saturday.

Sunday we were having a 85th birthday dinner for my Granddaddy, mom was suppose to do some cooking. Guess who didn't think she was going to get home to cook? Yeppers, mom. Guess who took over her cooking duties? Yeppers that would be ME. The one who doesn't do cooking very well and guess what I got to cook.....A turkey breast. I have never cooked turkey before....that is momma's job. So I cooked turkey, I cooked shells and cheese, I made tea, I cooked baked beans. Did I mention that I also babysat all day Saturday? A cute little thang. I would post pics but I left my camera at mom's.

So Saturday, I babysat (pics coming), I finished cleaning mom's house for her, I cooked, I delivered Little Miss to her Halloween party, I was busy. I was exhausted. But I found time to kick my darling hubby's ass at bowling. Why yes I did.

So that brings us to Sunday, and what a Sunday it was.....Family, food, pictures, food, gossip, food, fun, food. Yeah the food was good! Which brings us to my family tree.....I am related to a bunch of NUTS!!!! OK, I have already showed my dad may be slipping off his rocker by refusing to leave the hospital. My cousin, the hyperchrondiac, kept saying she had lost a whole person. In all fairness, she had gastric bypass and has lost 145 pounds, but please, a whole person???? I was beginning to wonder if she had a split personality and one had left. My aunt.... also had gastric bypass and is 25 pounds from her goal weight. Her big thing was she would see everyone at Thanksgiving if we were all still living. This would explain that comment....Her son is a conspiracy theorist...Oh I am sorry, the people who are conspiracy theorist, only have theories, he has proof. Video, recordings, DVDs. So all day I got to hear about how the government is killing off the old and weak and dumbing down our children. I swear he even gave me DVDs to watch. The EPA cops are coming. He meant well, we are family and he didn't want us to think we were safe or anything, he wants us informed.

And grandaddy, well he took the time to tell my aunt that her double chins are wrinkled since her surgery and that she was eating too much. My cousin that she is well on her way to that double chin, if she doesn't quit eating so much. My mom that she has several chins, and let us not forget that I have my CHINS and I am gaining weight in leaps and bounds! And my mom, bless her heart, informed him that we all got it from HIM!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!

Dad had a bad day and spent the whole time in the bedroom, coughing his head off and a lung up. He did sleep a bit though. Adivan is a wonderful thing. I have to call and see if he is better today, he must be...I got an email this morning. Always a good sign. SO whether I want to or not, now I must jump up and accomplish all the shit I put off doing all weekend. Until next time...............

HAVE A GREAT DAY AND THANKS FOR VISITING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!