Saturday, November 8, 2014

Good Bye, Dr. E!

Last night, I was talking to my friend, Kerry, when she asked me if I heard that Dr. E was leaving AAH, our vet clinic. I was totally gobsmacked. He had been at AAH for just over a year, but was quitting to support his wife in her job. I was so sad, I cried. I love AAH, and Dr. E wasn't the only vet, but he was one of my favorite! Dr Jay and Dr Dave are super vets, and I love them both, also, but after Ben got sick Dr Dave called Dr Jeff into consult because he was recently out of school and had more recent experience in cardiology and internal medicine. Of course, since Ben was my special buddy, Dr Jeff and I developed a great relationship, too. When Ben got to the end of the road, I had called Dr Jeff to ask him if we should increase the dose of something, or if there was something else we could try. He told me we could increase some of his meds, but others were maxed out. Then he told me medical science is a wonderful thing, but sometimes it makes people and animals live longer than they should.  He also told me Ben probably was feeling like he was drowning and finding it hard to breathe. It's hard to realize that an animal is suffering and you can't help anymore. All this happened on Thursday, Friday morning Ben ate his breakfast like always, with great gusto, but when Steve put Ben in the bed with me, Ben wouldn't lie down and acted like he was having a hard time breathing and I knew it was time. I'm so glad Dr Jeff was there to let me know it was really time. I know Dr Jay wouldn't tell me if it was time, he'll never suggest someone put an animal down.

Anyway, that's why I just have a bond with him. I found out today that his wife works at Conagra! As an accoutant! How's that for crazy? I hope she succeeds there and they don't regret their decision! I'd always use Dr Jeff again!

Sunday, October 12, 2014


We took Heidi to the vet yesterday, mainly because I was worried about CHF, which is what had with Ben  Dr Jeff took two radiographies.  For once, her heart  and lungs were in perfectly fine - but she appears to have a tumor near her spleen or small intestine. I had a good cry about it, and now we just 

Oct 5

Well, I was a little too emotional to finish that post. We did have an ultrasound on Heidi, and she does have a tumor. We can't tell if it's benign of malignant without exploratory surgery, but at her age, the surgery could kill her. So we just wait. And love her. I wouldn't say she's the MOST spoiled dog in Nebraska, but it would be close! I don't dress her up in dresses or Halloween costumes, I think she's way too dignified for that nonsense - she's a very no-nonsense type of girl, but she is loved. I think she knows that. If she doesn't know it now, she should! I'd like to come back to earth as a dog in my own house. Warm, fed, petted incessantly, what a life!

Now, for the fibro nonsense. Neurontin has worked wonders. Truly. I love it as much as I disdain Tramadol. Tramadol is worthless for me, which Dr. S ignores when I tell him. But, if I have hydrocoone to get me over the rough patches, I'll be fine. The pain from the fibro is virtually gone with the Neurontin if I'm doing my day to day regular stuff. If I do too much or go grocery shopping, etc., the pain comes back with a vengeance. I choose to do a few things around the house during the day, but still, I don't want to do a lot because - well, why would I want to bring my pain back on again? Bedtime is the worst time and that's when I usually give in and take a pain pill. But, I have noticed since the weather is changing (BOO - and that's not for Halloween, either) that when the cold fronts and rain start, I have a lot more body pain. Great, right. Welcome fall! 

I'm still having those stupid "cold" attacks,where I get so cold I can't get warm. Pretty soon Steve will be lighting fires in the woodstove and that will be soooo nice. I'm not going to worry about these stupid things. 

One thing the Neurontin doesn't help is the back pain. Last visit, Dr. S checked my very old MRI that was done at Methodist almost 6 years ago and it showed stenosis, which doesn't surprise me, even though Dr. W told me it was "fine" at the time. Maybe she should have some stenosis for awhile and tell me how "fine" it is. Anyway, he offered me an injection, NO THANK YOU!!, or referral to a spine surgeon, which refused for now. Heck, who cares about a little back pain if those are the options? Right? So, we decided to watch and see what happens. He did double my Neurontin, so maybe that will take care of the cold flashes - we'll see. 

Since I wrote last, there has been the Women's Broadcast from Salt Lake - totally awesome, as usual. I went to Kerry's stake with her sister missionaries, Love them all. We had a good time. Great talks, and good cake! :-) General Conference was last week and I watched most of all 4 sessions. I did fall asleep for just a little bit of the 4th session, it had been a long day! On Sunday, Kerry had a brunch and her sister missionaries came over to watch conference with us. That was SO much fun! I love when we have a chance to just "hang out" with the sisters.Hers, mine, it doesn't matter, they're all awesome. I miss Sister Nelson a lot in our ward. She was transferred to Sioux City. I can't remember the new sister's name. It always takes awhile to get used to a new sister or a new Elder. 

There's a new movie out and we went with the Rockbrook Sisters to see it the other night. Brad, Kerry's husband went too, and it was great! Very inspiring, I thought. It made me cry. That's all I'm saying about that, but it's great. Go see it.  It's called Meet the Mormons. I think you'll find out things you never knew. We also took an investigator from Kerry's ward. Very nice lady about our age. I think she learned some new things. Oh, and all the money from proceeds of the movie are going to the Red Cross.

Today, I started going to the family history class that began at church. Sister Joyce T is teaching it. She's great, I just love her to pieces. She told us how she met Brother Thompson,  He was actually the missionary who baptized her! Wish I had been so lucky. Well, not the missionary that baptized me exactly, but I sure saw my fair share of cute missionaries come and go while I waited not so patiently to be baptized. Oh wait, I was dating someone before I moved in with the Smith's. I forgot. sorry...

Magann and Matt were both working yesterday (Saturday) so Little Miss came over so we could watch her.She never ceases to make me laugh. Yesterday she was on a kick with Magann's old cell phone that apparently started when they were all out shopping. She was playing with the old phone, talking to her "boss". She was apologizing for being late and then telling her boss she was out shopping, etc. When she got to our house she had forgotten the phone, so she used her pinkie and her thumb for the "phone". It was hilarious. We had to go to the grocery store, so she told her boss she had to go, but would be back in about half an hour. Later, I asked her how she managed to squeeze work in where ever she was and she told me, "Nana, I already told you. I work everywhere. I work when I'm shopping, I work when I'm here, I work at the grocery store, I work EVERYWHERE!"  oh. I want a job like that! 

Of course we had to make something out of the melting beads. She made a rainbow because she was going to have a "rainbow show". For a few minutes she talked while doing the rainbow, as if she were instructing a class - hmmm, do we have a future teacher on our hands? While we were driving to the "drocery store" she told me how we needed to go to "Tardet" (Target), because in the toy aisle they had lots of new Turtle stuff. (Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, for those of you who aren't with the program...) With all the talk of Turtles, I was wondering if her love of dinosaurs was waning just a little bit, so I asked her which she liked best, Turtles or dinosaurs. She thought for about half a second and said, "I like them equally".  What? Equally? Have I ever used that word in a sentence? I always say, "I like them both the same" or whatever, but I've never used the word equally in my life. I must improve my vocabulary so I'll be able to converse with her when she starts kindergarten. Sheesh. 

Fast Sunday at church today. This was the first Sunday in a long time that Brother W hasn't gotten up to bear his testimony. I didn't think about that until just now. I love that couple like they're my own grandparents. It will break my heart when something happens to either on of them. Bro. W will be 91 in a month or so. Sis. W told me today that he gave her a scare on Monday. She said she got up at 6 and he was still in bed. She thought that was odd because he always gets up at 5:30 (Seriously. I usually only see 5:30 a.m. when I can't sleep...) Anyway, he was still in bed. Suddenly he just sat straight up in the bed and took a big gasping breath. She said she thought he was taking his last breath, it scared her so much. Now, I'm all worried about them.There are days (mostly in the past), when I just wanted to stay in bed, but I know they won't go to church with anyone else, at least they don't like to, so I just get up and go. There have been times I've sat in the foyer because I just ached so bad by the end of the first 2 hours, but I went. It's good for both of us, I think. 

Okay. I think that's it for now. I seriously need a new laptop that had a spacebar that works and an "s" that I don't have to hit repeatedly to get it to work...

Don't forget, always be the person your dog thinks you are.

Tuesday, September 2, 2014

No Labor Day

We went grading today. I love cemeteries, as a rule. I needed some photos from Columbus, St. Edward, and one from Genoa. At one point, we were only 8 miles from Genoa, we should have gone there too. We went to St. Edward first, and I'm so glad we did!

When we got there, Steve took 3 names, and I took 3 names, and we started walking the rows. The maintenance man was there working, so when he saw us, he came to our rescue. He knew where everyone was buried. If he couldn't take you to the exact grave he wasn't more than a couple graves off. He was most awesome - but, we didn't get his name!

The cemetery was beautiful! He had mowed half of the cemetery, and was going around each grave with a weed whacked when we left. Like I said, he was great!  We got to talking about directories (or lack thereof) in small (ish) cemeteries. He says he has an alphabetized list of everyone buried there, but you don't know how to find the grave, even with a name because there's no map. If St. Edward wasn't so far away, I'd love to help him put a directory together. I'm sure we could figure out how to do it.

After we were done there, we were going to go back to Columbus, but since Newman Grove was so close, we stopped by to see grandpa Anderson's  place. It could really, really use a paint job, it was looking pretty rough. They unit a gigantic (for such a small town) church in the big empty lot across the street from the house. Less than 800 people live in that town, ND I bet the place easily holds 1,000 people. I think it would be so awesome to live in a small town like that. Heaven knows where the closest church is, though.

We stopped by the Hope Cemetery in Newman Grove to look for Arvin and Mable Newman (Grandpa Anderson's sister and her husband). No luck, again, no directory or map.

By time we got down to Columbus, it was nearly 5, and we needed to get home to feed the dogs. They get quite testy if dinner isn't on the table at 5!!!! Another day for that!!!

Wednesday, August 27, 2014

I have a thinkin' problem

For some reason, probably because I've been going to church more often and doing all the good stuff that goes with it, I've been doing some soul searching. In the course of all this reflection I've realized there's one thing I really, really, have a big problem with - I can't forgive Pam. It makes me literally sick to my stomach to even think of her. I absolutely despise her. I know we need to forgive in order to be more Christ-like, but on this subject, I just can't. Not only that, I cannot even imagine wanting to forgive her. That's really bad.

I'm not saying my dad was perfect, far from it. I know my dad could be an absolute ass without even trying. I still get angry with him when I think of how he basically walked away from his responsibility with his own mother when she was in the nursing home, how he never could stand up for his daughters when we needed him the most, and for being so irresponsible about money and business. He could be rather selfish, too, but still, he loved us and he was my flesh and blood. That goes a long way toward being able to forgive. But that stupid cow he married - I couldn't stand her from day one. She was a first-class weirdo from the word go, and she only got worse. Dad was nothing to her but a meal ticket and a way to get more money. Since dad was a retired police officer, unfortunately, the police officer's credit union was only too glad to give him loans, and loans, and more loans. Scary as it is to think about, he actually had better credit than she did! Without dad's VA loan, she never would have gotten her brand new house in Phoenix. Complete with pool and hot tub. They had the house built for them for Pete's sake, I don't think the ink was dry on the closing papers before she started having dad change everything, from Corian counters to tile floors, removing the enclosed staircase and up ending it up, then new cars (leased at first, then financed through the good old credit union.

I really don't care about all that, it's not like any of us thought we'd be getting an inheritance!  But she slowly started to cut do off from us. Her siblings spent most summers keeping the spare bedrooms in use. The grandkids went down for a week in the summer, if they were lucky. I had to laugh when Meg pulled into the garage, hit a refrigerator, and pushed it through the wall of the bathroom on the main floor! WTG, Meg! Steve and I only went once, and I went one other time by myself. I couldn't stand being in her house. We weren't even invited to the wedding for God's sake! Which just happened to coincide with the kid's week to visit, so they had to come home early. If dad and Pam came back here, they stayed with HER aunt, and we'd be lucky to see dad once or twice while they were here. Christmas visits were for spending time with her family. They couldn't have Christmas dinner with us! Oh no, Josie wanted Pammy and Art with them!  Let's just forget that Art has 3 married daughters and 7 grandchildren to see. When they moved back here, she didn't want to work. Nevermind that dad was 75 and having a lot of problems with peripheral nerve damage in his legs from diabetes that she helped make worse. Supposedly, she was a dietician, but couldn't figure out dad couldn't eat a giant bowl of popcorn every night before bed AND keep his blood sugar under control.

I guess the frosting on the cake was when dad wasn't to be left alone after his accident with the semi, yet she went to work anyway and left him home alone - nothing in the house to eat or drink. She worked at Wal-Mart for Pete's sake was it beyond her to buy groceries? Apparently it was, because she never did. And let's not forget the time dad fell in front of her colleagues at a Wal-Mart Christmas party. He couldn't get up without help, but instead of helping, she just laughed at him. I wish I would have been there, she would've been cropping teeth for a week. When dad's health deteriorated, she ran off like a scalded dog. Her story was that WE pushed her out. In reality, we offered to help her, since dad had been diagnosed with frontal lobe dementia and she left, saying she couldn't handle it. Of course she kept calling him and telling him she wanted to come home, but we wouldn't let her. Riiiight. There goes increasingly demented Pammy! Make way for the princess!  After Mel, me, Bob and Carol and Steve worked our assessment off to get their stuff sold, so dad could have extra money in his account at the nursing home, she called him and managed to get money out of him. FOR THE LAST TIME! Last I heard she was having to work two jobs to pay off the bills. Dad attempted suicide 3 times because of that whore. The first time, after he took the overdose he called her and told her. She didn't care enough to let anyone know what he had done. Instead, he ended up in a coma for 4 days that we thought was going to kill him. She never came to see him or even sent a card. Then she had the gall to complain that she has to work 2 jobs now to pay off some of the bills! Ñot counting the house, they have over 100k in credit card debt. Poor baby. I hope she has to work 2 or 3 jobs to pay the debts off. Miserable excuse for a human being.i hope she rots in hell.

Thursday, August 21, 2014

Happy Birthday Kerry!!

Today I decided to pay bills and run some errands. Hey, I know some people do that every day, but not me. So, it was a big day! I found a whole shoebox full of things that belonged to Mel a couple weeks ago, and I've been meaning to take it to her ever since. Today was the day. I needed to get a birthday card for Kerry, then grab some lunch and head to her house. I thought I'd grab some grub for her birthday, since I'm always late getting gifts. I also had to return a book she laned me about Hall County. She and Brad are going to a shoot this weekend in Logan, and a woman who sells the old fashioned clothes will be there and I want Kerry to get me a couple skirts. They are so beautiful. I've seen Kerry's and fell in love. I love to wear long skirts to church! We all wore long skirts back then, me, Dodie, Sudie, and Dorothy all wore pretty dresses to church, along with everyone  else. Well, the ladies, at least! I grabbed lunch from Schlotsky 's. When I got to Kerry's, I realized I'd forgotten the book I should have returned. NUTZ! When I got to the back door Kerry was getting off the phone with a friend who had called to wish her a happy birthday. Uh oh... I forgot the birthday card! NUTZ!

The Schlotsky were fantabulous! I love the small original with no onion. Yummy, yummy, yummy... I needed to go to Target and Office Max for some other things, Kerry suggested the ones on L Street. Good idea old bean. We went to office depot, which to Kerry and I is like a guy going to a home-grown place. We looked all over and we found what we wanted . I needed photo paper 8 x10 and 4x6. Kerry had some 8x10, that saved some money! I wanted to get a bunch of notebooks. I ended up getting 4, they were 99 cents each/ buy 3, get 1 free. Not bad, they were 16 cents at Shop last week. When I had no money. It worked out okay. Plus Target had Spam which both Wal-Mart superstore and the neighborhood market were totally empty. At Target I got 6 cans and a giant can of Nutella. I heart there's a shortage of hazelnuts, their predicted crop went down to 40,000,000 tons  versus 900,000,000 they usually produce. I thought I better grab a couple but one was enough.

Then I took Kerry with me to Mel's. The last time I remember her shoebox of things it was still on the table at my house. Right where I left it. I'll have to try it again , next week. NUTZ !

By the time I got home, I also forgot to take a note for Dr Snow to fill out, and to mail my tithing. Normal day for me!

We reheated burritos we've been eating since Monday. Thank goodness they're gone, I loved them but three dinners in a row? 😵

This evening Rachel was doing some splits with the sister missionaries, their appointment wasn't home, so they came over to my house instead, so Rachel did the lesson! Now they don't need to all come over tomorrow.

In the meantime, I have to mail my tithing, take the form for Dr Snow, and grab some salad stuff and tater tots for dinner with the missionaries at our house tomorrow. Grab several birthday cards and mail one to Kerry!!!   I think it'll go better this time around? Good night

Friday, August 1, 2014

I'm Not Lost

I have to admit, I've had some days, okay, weeks that have been pretty sucky in the past month or so, but seriously, I am feeling better. Like, really better. No, no, no... I don't think what I've experienced is a "cure",  but I wish I had gone to the new rheumatologist long ago. Like last year when my friend, KH,  told me to give him a shot. Not literally, of course.

The road hasn't been without potholes, some you could lose a VW in, but I'm getting there. As a matter of fact, today, August 1, 2014, I did not take ANY pain medication until 10 PM.  That's right, at night! That's 2200 hours for you military minds. I didn't just lay in bed all day, either! No, sir! Steve was gone until about 12:30, so I did take my sweet time getting up today. It was about noon, but I stayed up late reading, so I slept until 10, got up, let the dogs out, and then went back to bed to read until he got home. You have to admit, bed is the most choice place to read. It's my favorite place...

After Steve got home I got dressed and we went to the company store. We got some awesome deals... The Banquet cheddar broccoli potato bake, which I love, had damaged cases for $2.00.  Oh yeah... 24 for $4! The lowest price I've seen at the store has been 89 cents each at Target a few weeks ago; usually $1.00 each at the Wal-Mart Marketplace. We also got six 3 - packs of Healthy Choice frozen yogurt, strawberry, blueberry, and raspberry. I love that stuff!

After we got home we unloaded everything and put everything in the freezer, then we went to Tractor Supply for dog food, then to Wally World looking for a part for the vacuum sealer, then home. We hung around the house until a little after 6, and then went to a fireside at the Mormon Trail Center where they were showing the movie, 17 Miracles. It was an amazing, testimony strengthening movie about the Willie - Martin handcart company, which traveled to Utah in 1856.  It was a very inspiring movie, but also very sad. The next time I feel like my life is impossible, I want to remember the hardships these people went through and what an amazing amount of faith they had that  God would not desert them.

Yes, people died, but not because God didn't love them or didn't hear their prayers; but because they had so much faith their burdens were lifted so they could return to Him. The miracles that kept the rest of the company alive were just that - miracles. If I had been watching the movie at home, instead of with about 200 other people, I would have cried a lot more than I did. Awesome, awesome movie! This is one movie I want to see again. I must own it!

Now we will see how I feel tomorrow. I did take one of my old pain meds when I took my bedtime meds. I wasn't pain free and I was too uncomfortable to fall asleep, but I feel GOOD!

We got to see Sister Tune (Tun-ay) tonight, which was wonderful! Sister Winterton and Sister Jensen (Jenson?) are going home next Thursday. I'll miss them even though they haven't been in our ward for a long time, they were sweet girls who I enjoyed having in our home.
And now?


Friday, July 4, 2014


Celebrating the 4th of July in our own way. Three years ago tonight we took Hailey to her first fireworks show. She was 10 months old and slept through the whole thing! We sat on Maple Street at about 140th and watched the fireworks from The Champions Club golf course. Tonight, we stayed home. No fireworks for us, but plenty in the neighborhood. I guess that's just a sign of our old age. We should have gone, the weather today was gorgeous, breezy and cool... Nice.

We started the day with a waffle and pancake breakfast with strawberries and blueberries at church. It was a nice breakfast, but a bit too early for my taste - 8 a.m.! Yikes! Meg has borrowed my car for the past couple days, so she brought it back and spent the day with us. Steve smoked a brisket YUMMY! Tom came up and helped Steve take out another one our dead pines. I loved those trees when we moved in, they shaded nearly the whole back yard and kept the house nice and cool. They were so pretty and lush, you could always smell pine outside on the back porch. Now there's another one gone, one more dead, and another one mostly dead. That will be the end of the beautiful pines...

Anyway, Tom stayed for dinner, Meg was here, and mom and Bob came over. Mom had baked a red cake to make up for the one she didn't make for his birthday since she was recuperating from surgery, but she used canned frosting - which had gone bad or something... she apologized for not having one about 100 times. Brought plates, which were for the cake that she couldn't bring because of the frosting... okay by me, but I know she was disappointed. Then she spent 10 minutes talking about how good the brisket was and how she'd never had brisket before... which, of course, she has had - at our house. I know, I forget a lot, too. Sometimes I have more patience than at other times. It was a great day, and a wonderful dinner.

Just a small personal message here.  I love my country, love the freedoms we enjoy here...  I never, ever thought in my lifetime this country would be in the mess we're in now. We have no leader, at least no one with the leadership skills that are needed for this place in time. The whole world is going to hell in a handbasket, and our so-called president is playing golf or on another multi-million dollar vacation with his worthless family. It disgusts me. HE disgusts me. I'm afraid for my children and grandchildren, afraid and sad. I hope we truly get rid of this piece of work in 2016, that he hasn't managed to totally decimate the Constitution and eliminate the two-year limit. I pray every night that we can rid this country of the infestation of evil from within. I truly hope the morons that voted for Obama simply because he was black (well, half black), don't vote for Hillary Clinton simply because she's a woman. I'm not even sure she's half a woman.... End of rant.