Saturday, July 20, 2019

...we will survive...

This week was a rough one.

On Monday and Tuesday, I needed to be a daughter and sister. First and second. Then I could be a wife, mother, grandmother, friend.

Without going into alot of details, Monday, mid-morning, my Dad called me about taking my Mom to an ER. She’s 86. He’s 85. They still live in the home they’ve lived in for 20 years. (About twelve minutes—now—from me and My Sweet Hubby—aka MSH.) It is positively ridiculous. That they have stayed in a home too big for their needs and abilities. It is nuts, frankly. Particularly for my Mom. She is extremely deaf. She has no sight in her right eye. She has some sight in her left eye—but is gradually losing that. She is very feeble. Cannot walk without a cane or walker. She gets dizzy. She needed to be in an assisted living—or nursing—home five years ago. It is sad. Extremely sad. And what most of us will face someday. If we’re lucky enough to live to 86.

I got to their home fairly fast. After talking to her, my Dad and I agreed she didn’t, in fact, need to go to a hospital. Not at that point. But I insisted my Dad begin the process of finding a nursing home for her. On Tuesday, I went back for several hours to help him do the paperwork. I let my brother and two sisters know what was happening via group text. Thank goodness for texts. And emails.

Now we wait on the long-term care company and two doctors who can decide our Mom’s fate. I despise waiting. Will be using all of my strength and patience to keep my sanity. (I actually had a mini-meltdown with my parents Tuesday afternoon—while working on the application. I was not proud of myself. What I said was right. How I said it could have been improved. I apologized. I’ve promised myself I’ll do everything I can to stay chill-ier during the next few weeks. Sigh.)

I spent Tuesday night with My Princesses, Little Leighton (aka Biscuit) and Belle, while TLC had a Moms’ Night Out with dear friends (her Hubby was out of town...). This brought me back to the JOY and laughter I needed.

Wednesday was fairly uneventful. Spent more fabulous time with My Little Gals. Stayed up too late watching Hallmark movies. (Why do I do that? They’re recorded.)

Thursday, TLC and I took Biscuit and Belle to the Kimball Museum in Ft. Worth to see a Monet exhibit. We had a very lovely and quite cultural morning! (Yes—we spent as much time at the museum gift-shop as we did in the actual exhibit. Duh.) Then we ate our gluten-free “car” picnic, prepared by Chef Grammy, on the way home. SPECIAL memories.

MSH had been playing golf. He beat me home. After we talked about the splendid morning we’d both had, we decided to run several errands. He was going to do Costco after he’d dropped me at Target. First, we had to stop at a Sally’s for me to buy hairspray. (Only place I can find it around here.) It took me 5 minutes. MSH was waiting for me. As I walked out and saw where he was parked, I could see him looking down. Clearly on his phone. I started walking towards his car when he looked up and saw me.

Without looking to his left—he put his car in Drive and turned to the right towards me. Running into a SUV he never saw. Completely tearing up the front/end of his 2019 Rav 4 he’s had for less than three months. (He literally pulled the entire front fender off and put it in the back of his car. They don’t make ‘em like they used to, Y’all.)

The doctor he ran into was a truly kind man. Not angry. Calm and nice. (Qualities I cherish in physicians!) His wife was extremely understanding and downright sweet. Thank You, Lord God.

It was a difficult afternoon. Could it have been worse? Yes. Did I cry? Yes. Did MSH get terribly down and discouraged? Yes. He was mad at himself. Embarrassed. Ready to give up his license. Which is, of course, completely unnecessary and silly.

Friday was better. Today has been wonderful!

We’ll be working on our schedules/calendars with care and caution while we share one vehicle (Could be 4-6 weeks before he gets his car back...sniff...sniff...).

We’ll survive this. One of my most treasured friends of forty years died two months ago. Her grandson—who was 20—died last night. Of cancer. I cannot...I cannot even imagine...

A wrecked car? Nothing. Nothing when you look at the BIG picture.

Have a SWEET and SAFE Sunday, Dear where you’re driving. Be thankful for life and breath and blessings...


Sunday, July 14, 2019

...quick Sunday post...

I hope y’all have had a fabulous weekend, Readers! We had the privilege of taking care of sweet Buddy for ELC and My Sweet Dad today. They had to make a quick trip to Austin. We went over twice to let him out and give him a few little biscuits. Y’all. He is genuinely the most precious dog on the planet. I do love our Henry, and while he is the cutest, Buddy is the sweetest. Just look at these pictures:

The girls truly love him!

I’m off now to finish touching up the paint in our bathroom. I pinkie promise I’ll take “AFTER” pictures this week. It’s been a process, y’all. But this is truly the last step! Well, I’ll need to deep clean it. Then it’s ready!

Happy Monday Eve!

Tuesday, July 9, 2019

epic fail...

As mothers/parents, it truly is our job to be good role models for our children. Sometimes/MANYtimes it hits me—hard—how I’ve failed TLC at this job I took on more than 35 years ago.

I’ve had a “weight” problem 90% of my 65 years. (I start this at around my age 10.) This challenge was given to me from both sides of my gene pool. I’ve hated this gift/reality. I’ve done many STUPID and unhealthy diets to lose weight. I consider myself a fairly smart person. Not even close to brilliant. Adequately smart. Yet I’ve tried ideas that a kumquat would have known were RIDICULOUS.

Then I joined Weight Watchers. In January of 2017. And I FINALLY learned how to be a balanced, healthier, intelligent eater. I still make bad decisions and have days (mostlynights—that’s my weakest time) when I’m a little out of control. However, I stay successful at maintaining my 44-pound loss.

TLC joined WWs a few months ago. It completely took me by surprise. She didn’t have a lot to lose. And it really wasn’t as much about losing weight as it was about gaining control of her habits and being/eating healthier. For herself AND her daughters. As their role model.

She met her “lifetime goal” in three months. Slowly and with determination. She did it despite growing up with a mother who didn’t cook. A mother who took her through TOO MANY drive-thrus. A mother who was NOT a good role model for healthy eating.

She did it because her oldest daughter was diagnosed with Celiac disease when she was 2 years old. This diagnosis took the possibility of TLC becoming like me—The Drive-Thru Queen—away from Little Leighton and Belle (Belle may not be Celiac and hasn’t been tested because she’s not had gluten in her three years on this Earth—so any medical test would be virtually useless.).

I cannot begin to express my pride—in words—for the amazing role model TLC has been to her daughters. To me. Her Dad. Her family. She is a FABULOUS At-Home Chef. She plans her family’s meals with love, passion and true commitment. They are beyond DELICIOUS.

(Now if only I hadn’t also been a TERRIBLE role model concerning Diet Cokes/Coke Zeroes. TLC has many times, in the past ten years, given them completely up. For LONG stretches of time. But this evil PUSHER has tempted her with my fridge full of unhealthy sodas.

I’m sorry, TLC! Forgive me. I wish I could say I’ll do better. I fear that’d be a lie. At the least, I can role model honesty.

Happy Tuesday, Friends Everywhere! Be aware of who’s watching you with awe, loyalty and admiration. DO BETTER!!! TRY! Let’s all at least try...right?


Wednesday, July 3, 2019


Happy 4th of July Eve! My family loves this holiday. Especially Little Leighton. I was thinking tonight about all of our previous “Fourths” and wanted to share a few favourite pictures from the past six years! I hope y’all have a safe, happy holiday! God Bless America!