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Tuesday, March 28, 2006

It's been a while since I've updated this blog. Mainly because I've been spending a lot of time knitting, so the knitting blog has been getting a little bit more attention lately.

Today would have been my great-grandmother's 98th birthday. She died in 2002, at the age of 94. She honestly was still getting around great and then all of a sudden got sick on a Monday, went to the hospital where she was diagnosed with cancer, and died the next morning. It was definitely the way she would have wanted to go.

I have so many funny memories of her. When I was a freshman in college, she fell and broke her hip and ended up in the hospital for a few months in the town where I was in college. I teased her that she couldn't stand it that I wasn't right where she could keep up with me and that's why she ended up there. But, anyway, every afternoon around 6 pm, I would drive over to the hospital and keep her company while she ate supper and we watched the news and Wheel of Fortune.

Another time I remember was when I was around 17 or 18. My aunt who usually did all of the medical stuff for her was on vacation and my great-grandmother had went into the garden and picked up a 40 pound watermelon that she had grown, and broke something in her back. She refused to go to the doctor for a couple of days and I finally convinced her. When I arrived at her house to take her to her appointment, she had her very worn brown leather bag in her hand. This was the hospital bag. If you picked her up and it was with her, she knew she was in bad shape, but wasn't about to tell you. In it was always a gown, a housecoat, slippers, and a bag of Hershey's kisses. The doctor's office was 1 hour away (she refused to go to anyone but him...I thought he was a quack). So, we made the drive and sure enough, she was admitted to the hospital. So, I was faced at what was fairly a naive age with DNR paperwork, etc. I was scared to death at that point. But, she pulled through and the trip earned me a distinct honor (I say that with sarcasm). She deemed that my driving was good enough (those who know me are laughing hysterically at this point) to be her new chauffeur. So, from then on, I was her ride back and forth to church. That was the only place she ever left the house for.

At the age of 92, she went to Wal Mart for the very first time ever. She was amazed. The garden center amazed her and the fact that they had a vision center, well that did it. She told me to make her an appointment and bring her back the next week for some new glasses. My mouth was already hung open from the mere fact that she had wanted to go to Wal Mart, but to actually want to come back? I was floored! You see, her husband did all of the grocery shopping and the Wal Mart shopping. When he died in 1988, her grandchildren (my dad and his brothers and sisters) started doing her errands. When I got my driver's license, I was added to the list of sometimes-willing helpers. So, she had never been to a grocery store or Wal Mart until she was 92.

I could tell tons more stories that would have you rolling about her quirky behavior and about strange customs which came from being 1/2 American Indian and 1/2 Caucasian in a time where that wasn't overly accepted, but I would bore you to tears. Anyway.....

Happy Birthday Sangie.

Melissa @ 10:09 AM | comment

Sunday, March 19, 2006

Hi! Thought I might update, it's been awhile.
We got a new puppy, Layla, a mini pin. She's really tiny, just a little over 2 pounds, and tons of trouble. We love her lots, but the housebreaking is going terribly. When we're not home, she's in the guest bathroom where she does pretty good with the puppy pads, but when we let her out when we're home, she does terribly. She goes everywhere BUT the pads we have out for her in the kitchen. If anyone has any advice, please help. I really want to get her to that good housedog stage that I see other people's dogs at. Right now if I can't be totally watching her, I put her up. So, when I get dressed, take a bath, cook supper, she has to be put up. I need help you guys!
We had a baby shower for LuckyHusband's sister today. It went well and she got lots of great gifts. I knitted her a really cute baby fisherman style hat which she loved. In return for hosting the shower I got an awesome purple cala lilly (not sure if that's how to spell it) which I will probably take to work and for my upcoming birthday, I got a gift certificate to one of my favorite places, Bath Junkie. I can't wait to spend it.
I have Layla pics on my knitting blog. I'm at home and the dial up is too slow to repost, so go over there and check them out from last weeks post.
Hope you all are well! :)
Melissa

Melissa @ 6:13 PM | comment

Tuesday, March 07, 2006

Well, I made it. I am now totally gall-bladderless and although I feel like my stomach was run over by a Mack truck (or Peterbuilt, whichever you prefer), I am glad it's over. The night before the surgery, I totally started to freak out. I thought about all the "what ifs". What if I don't wake up......what if I'm permanently disabled.....what if my hair looks really bad when visitors come by. Just joking on the last one. The morning of the surgery I had reduced myself to tears worrying (which is very much unlike me) and then the Angel of Mercy came in. My nurse shot me up with a "relaxing" shot which made me not care about anything. It was wonderful!
Supposedly, the surgery went well. It took about 30 minutes. Recovery took a bit longer because I couldn't wake up and when I did I was instantly nauseated and received another wonderful shot for that which put me right back out. I remember when the anesthesiologist (I'm sure that's not spelled right) gave me my sleepy-time shot that it hurt like hell, I remember gagging after waking up and beggin for ice or water. Other than that, I remember nothing.
The sweetest co-worker in the world, Jamie came by bearing gifts. A basket with some yarn (yippee) and knititng needles. What more could a girl want. Jamie, I know you are reading this and you are the best. As soon as I get all these baby gifts knitting (and of course my socks) I am soooo knitting you up an awesome gift. I have it all picked out and I'm ordering the yarn today!
My LittleMan bought me some sock patterns and a knitting needle case and his NayNay brought him home yesterday afternoon. He came and rubbed my face and say "I wuv you mommy" and of course I cried like a baby. How in the world did I ever end up with a child this sweet? Periodically throughout the afternoon, he would come and rub my face and give me a hug and kiss. Poor kid, he knows something's wrong, but really doesn't understand. He also made me a picture. He's not going to be an artist when he grows up....
A lady from my church brought over a casserole and a cake along with a little gift basket of lavender shower gel and lotion and candles. Yummy! I thought that was so sweet. I have the nicest church family ever! And my super awesome mom cooked LuckyHusband and LittleMan supper, cleaned out my fridge (for which she deserves a nice knitted gift as well), and cleaned my stove (bigger job than it sounds).
I've been up since 4:30 this morning and now it's 7:00 and my 6:00 pain pill is kicking in. I think I should go now and rest before the guys wake up.
Have a good week!
Melissa

Melissa @ 7:09 AM | comment

~IntrO~

Melissa
Melissa-Mom to LittleMan (4/04); wife to LuckyHusband; full-time toxicologist; full-time housekeeper; full-time domestic laundromat manager (washes all the clothes); full-time domestic finance manager (pays all the bills and yells at husband for spending too much money on fishing stuff); and Keeper of the Cheerios. Lives in a tiny town; spends tons of time with family; reads; enjoys crafts. Can change a diaper, fill a sippy cup, and put on a toddler's shoes in 15.4 seconds flat, all while calculating the impact of petroleum hydrocarbons to a nearby surface water body (watch for me in the Toddler Olympics on CBS this fall). Addicted to Dr. Pepper; Kit Kats; and pasta. To spot me in a crowd: I'm the one with frizzy messed-up hair, smeared graham crackers on my shirt; huge purse with a diaper peeking out, toddler on her hip, and camera in hand at all times.

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