voting and VoTech high schools

Sundancer is into day 6 and coming toward the finish line. So far the stats show they are coming in at number 1. These kids have worked their bums off on this project. They are awesome and their teachers are to be commended for the dedication shown . Good Luck Sundancers

I can't wait to see tomorrows results.

voting and VoTech high schools

Whoa, signs, signs.Everywhere a sign.Blockin' out the scen'ry.Breakin' my mind.Do this. Don't do that.Can't you read the signs? The lyrics to that song from the 70’s goes through my mind these days as I see all of these political signs across the landscape. Everywhere you turn there are signs. Big ones, little ones, red ones, blue ones, bright green and some with pictures are popping up faster than weeds. Years ago when I worked in an ad agency, we just thrived on election years. It meant fast and furious work trying to get each and every political hopeful just the right design for his or her campaign. It was tough trying to make sure each one was different and eye catching and would get the message across. One political race I am watching with interest is the Superintendent of Education for Calhoun County. I chose to homeschool my daughters. My oldest decided she wanted to go to BHS last year and I am proud to say I was a pretty good teacher and she was a great student because she made the transition well is now a rising senior and university bound in ‘08. I home schooled for several reasons and most of those reasons had to do with curriculum. There needs to be much higher standards for our students so that they can be fully prepared for colleges and universities. I dare say that if Rip Van Winkle woke up today he would see that there really hasn’t been too much in change in the Mississippi curriculum over the years. Oh, there are new updated textbooks every so often, but are there enough for all the students? Is what they are learning actually going to help them make a high score on the college entrance exams or just look good on paper so it looks like no child is left behind? Are they all going to have to take remedial classes that first year of college or can they jump in with both feet and make the grade? Not all students are college or university material. There are many that just don’t want to or can’t go on to college. They want or need to get out into the world and get a job. So for those kids, Calhoun County needs a Vocational High School. I think one of the shining examples of a great Vocational High School is at Houston. Those kids have built a solar car and they have won the Dell Solar Car Challenge race years in a row. They are committed and invested to that program. I wonder what those students have gone on and done with their educational lives after they graduated from Houston High? My family and I drove over to Houston last week to see the solar cars as they came through Houston on their race to New York state. It was amazing to see that there are four Mississippi schools competing this year. We watched those kids as they got those cars ready and positioned in the sunlight to recharge the batteries. They were very professional and scientific and you could tell they knew their stuff. The support of the community was evident also. A Vocational High School in Calhoun County is something that we need to support. Students need the option of going to school to learn a trade or going to school to prepare for college. How on earth do you think they would ever compete for a good paying job in the coming Toyota plant? Have you tried to find a plumber lately? How about an electrician? Or a good mechanic? A good vocational program can teach the basics for so many professions. Carpentry, electrical, plumbing, appliance repair, automotive…..there are so many areas in which kids could get hands-on training so that they could actually be qualified for a job at graduation. The drop out rate would decrease. I urge everyone to talk at length with the candidates and find out where they stand. Then get out and vote on August the 7th. One vote can make the difference for the educational future of our children.

Sundancer is on the move!

Sundancer is out of the gate! They left early Monday morning for the road trip. Man I am envious of these kids. In a good way! This is the most wonderful opportunity for them. Years from now they will look back at all of this and I hope they will be proud of their acomplishments.

This is the view I have gotten of Sundancer as it boogies down the highway!

Blogging on Friday the 13

Blogging from East Bruce

Vonda Tedford Keon

Do you know anyone who is so paralyzed by fear that they won’t stick their head out of the door on Friday the 13th? I read that a study was done by the Stress Management and Phobia Institute and they concluded that 17 million people are affected by Friday the 13th. I wonder if these are the same people that throw salt over their left shoulder when they spill it, or refuse to walk under a ladder or step on a crack. Friday the 13th didn’t get any hype until prior to the 19th century. I love to study history so I decided to do a little impromptu research on the subject. The Last Supper, was held on Thursday, with Judas numbered among the 13 guests (Jesus plus the 12 apostles). Then Jesus was crucified on Friday. Then there is the theory of when the death angle went through Egypt and killed all the first born. This Passover day was the Friday the 13th of Nissan which I would agree was a very unlucky day for the non-Hebrew people. The rest of what I found was a bit ridiculous and unfounded so I just decided to do what any sensible person would do on Friday the 13th ; I am taking my cup of coffee out to my gazebo and sitting down to enjoy reading one of the books in my ‘gotta read this’ stack and enjoy the cool breeze and relax.

It has occurred to me that life has gotten so fast and furious, even in our rural area, that we as people don’t really get the chance to visit or ‘sit a spell’ with our friends and neighbors. How many times do you catch up on the news of the community by happenstance because you ran into someone in the grocery aisle? It’s a shame that we don’t see our neighbors and friends like we used to. I blame this on not having a porch. Modern houses don’t have a nice shady place out front to sit and wave at your friends as they go driving by. We don’t grab our iced tea and go chill on the porch at the end of the day. It’s too easy to turn on the TV and plop on the couch than it is to actually talk to someone. Bring back porches I say! Or gazebos at least.

We could just pick up the phone and call folks. The majority of the folks I know have cell phones in their pockets now. Pesky contraptions that they are, they sure do come in handy. There are days that go by that I don’t get to see my mom because I am all over the place working but I can call her. The only problem with a cell phone is I don’t remember phone numbers any longer. If it’s not stored in that memory card I can’t call. That is a shame. So I have to call Mama and use her like directory assistance. Her number is the only one I can remember now. I remember the number that matters the most right?

I am cantor at my church, St. Luke the Evangelist Catholic Church. The cantor is the song leader and there to help the community worship. The songs and Psalms and scripture that are sung at each service are sung prayers for the congregation and for me. Through the songs the congregation becomes involved in the worship instead of just sitting there. It matters not how well a person sings. It matters that the words are intoned with sincerity and are from the heart. Each week I look at the Psalms and Sacred Scripture that I will be cantoring. The cantor sings the verses and the congregation sings the response. It is a beautiful moment during the service to hear the voices sing in unison and to know that we are all singing the same praises and prayers. This Sundays Psalm of response is excerpts from Psalms 69. The response is beautiful, ‘Turn to the Lord in your need and you will live.” Simple words to live by this weekend.

Sundancer

This is Sundancer. It is a solar car built by the students at Houston Vo-Tech. It wins races. The Winston-Dell Solar Car challenge is next week (July 16-July 24). They start in Roundrock Texas and drive to New York State. I'm going to Houston Wednesday July 18 to see the car when it rolls into town for the night. If you want to come along give me a call.

Sundancer has won multiple years. Scott and I saw it a couple of Sundays ago on hiway 45 and that thing was booking down the road. If Calhoun County had a Vo-tech center, our students could be learning to make a solar car or at least learning how to use technology to the fullest degree. They could go on to work in the Toyota plant. There are just times that 'book sense' doesn't cut it. You need vocational skills to get a job. And what about farming? That needs to be in your blood but the average age of a farmer these days is mid to late 50's! I don't know about you but I don't really trust the big mega farms to feed me. Remember the spinach scare? Now I ask you, have you gotten sick from eating anything of Mr. Johnsons peas and tomotoes? I thought not. There is not a darn thing wrong or demeaning in being a farmer. ITs a tough life and long hours and I thank God for a farmer with every bite I take. Just like I hope one day to drive a solar powered car and I know that the technology will have been developed by some kids from Mississippi. Sure wish some kids from Bruce could be in on that parade.

Blogging from East Bruce

Blogging from East Bruce

Vonda Tedford-Keon

If you don’t live in the South, it is hard to imagine what life is really like in rural Mississippi. That is why it is so important when we have visitors from other states (anywhere that is not in Dixie), that we show them true Southern hospitality. This past week the congregation of St. Luke Catholic Church was blessed with a visit from a group of teenagers and their chaparones from Casey, Illinois. They helped us with Vacation Bible School for the children of our parish and then we gave them the full Bruce, Mississippi experience.

They were treated to the ‘cooks’ tour of town and a little history lesson. Then we all went to Saturday dinner at Bubba T. Chickenbone’s Family Smokehouse for some of that fine Bubbateenie Pizza and tall glasses of southern sweet tea. We then walked to the Bollinger Family Theater for the show. It was an enjoyable evening for the group from Illinois. They were in awe at the amount of talent, professionalism and love that was evident on that stage. Thank you, Bollinger family for your shining example of Southern Christian Spirituality. Sunday afternoon they were treated to a swimming break with a Lonesome Dove before heading on up the highway for some Oxford culture. Thank you all for helping us give our visitors a taste of the true Mississippi culture.

There is nothing more relaxing than a slow steady rain. The rain is very welcome after this drought. I hope it’s not too late to help the crops. As I was out driving, I noticed the fields of corn, beans and sweet potatoes were looking green and lush. I also noticed that the grass in my yard seemed to grow a foot overnight! Anytime I look out my kitchen window and see water standing in the dry creek bed between my house and Mom’s, I know its been a good rain.

There is an old dead tree standing in my yard that apparently bothers everyone but me. I can’t count how many people have pulled into my driveway telling me what they would charge to cut it. They can’t tell me how they can get it down without taking out my gazebo or bridge or goldfish pond or without making ruts in Mom’s yard. So I always say no. Anyway, it provides a home for a family of those endangered woodpeckers I keep reading about, and in one of the holes is a family of sugar gliders. The tree is coming down little by little as nature has its way. When the wind gets to blowing just right, a pretty good chunk of that old rotten tree will fall. I have yet to hear a limb fall but little by little it is getting shorter and shorter and I still have my gazebo and bridge and fish pond.

Calling all W girls and guys! There has never been, to my knowledge, an Alumnae chapter of MUW in Calhoun County. Join Vonda Tedford-Keon and Mack Spencer on Saturday, July 21st at the Historic Pittsboro Methodist Church, for an organizational meeting. Our guest speaker will be Susan Puckett, President of the 118 yr old MUWAA. If you graduated from the W or only attended for a semester, you are welcome to come and join the Long Blue Line and share your W stories with us. For more information call Vonda at 983-9118 or Mack at the Monitor Herald.

Chasing the Mouse

I hate mice. I can co-exist with the little buggers as long as they stay outdoors and not trespass in my habitat. Well one has invaded my realm. A few weeks back Scott told me he thought he saw one in the hallway. I have searched and sniffed and run wet cloths along the baseboards looking for mouse trails. Nada. Then about 3 weeks ago as I stood at the sink washing dishes, the blamed thing walked right in front of the sink on my counter. I nearly killed myself when it happened. I started trying to hit it and it ran right across and disappeared behind my fridge. I went bezerk and cleared off the counters and cloroxed everything. Found his little grubby trail too. I put out one of those sticky traps and all I have caught was gnats.

Friday, Scott told me that we didn't have anymore oatmeal because the mouse had been in the box. All of my boxed food is kept in the lower cabinet of the kitchen. I started pulling things out and ended up throwing out a lot of food.
That little rodent had been all over everything including my plastic boxes that I keep bulk food in. More clorox!! I put the sticky trap in the bottom cabinet and about 2 hours later checked and it was totally covered in gray fur and that thing had gnawed its way off the trap. So much for being humane. It is now bald and peeing and pooping its way through my house. So I set out the clap traps dosed with peanut butter and more sticky traps and the green death pellets! Every night I check the traps and nothing. I figure now that it smells clean it won't come back. Until tonight that is. That thing is figuring things out. It pushed the trap into something in the cabinet and threw one of the traps and ate the peanut butter! This is war! I will win and catch that little bald rodent and relish the thoughts of flushing it down the toliet at this point. I am not going to cart its little squeaking self off down the road just so it can re-invade my home.

Now I am going on a cleaning binge. If something is setting on the floor I am cleaning it or throwing things out that we don't use. nothing is safe at this point. I opened my pot holder drawer and stuffing exploded out of it. That thing had been in there shredding my pot holders. I needed new ones so I should thank it for giving me a reason to get new ones but eeww.!! its been in that drawer. More clorox!

I hate mice. Last year when my grandmother lay dying in the nursing home, I sat there for days and nights with her. And one of those nasty critters came out and got on the table where my bag of oreos was sitting and started eating my cookies. It took me a couple of days but I caught that one. Before she died we had to throw away a lot of her things because it and its friends had been all in her belongings.

And one night my Aunt Ruby woke up screaming holding her head and in her hand was a mouse that had climbed on to her bed and was in her hair. She had told me that it had happened before and no one took her seriously. They did that night.

Mice and huge spiders I can do with out. I don't like using chemicals but I may have to to keep the pests at bay. Does Sulfur really work for repelling snakes? We found a 5 foot long snake skin in the yard. Not a good thing to find.

Still Waiting

Well I went in for the interview and I am still waiting. I was told that I was in line for the part time as needed position. But so far no phone call and they haven't put anyone else in that slot. So either they aren't going to hire or they just haven't gotten behind enough to call.

I am staying pretty busy with the part time merchandising. Not my favorite thing to do but it is work. I had to watch Pirates of the caribbean over the weekend. 3 times and then I actually went back and paid to see it the next night with the girls. I was not really watching the film for entertainment the 3 times I was paid to watch it. Doing the movie checks is pretty cool and not hard at all except for dealing with the theater managers. They are so suspicious that I am going to give them a bad report or something of that nature.

This week I have had to travel to all my stores and do resets on diapers. I can do those in my sleep. I still have 8 more stores to do in the Tupelo area which is out of my reion but its extra money and I need it. The great white whale was really sick and I had to park it for a few days until I could get the money together to get it repaired. Thank goodness it was not serious and was an easy fix. I am so thankful for my mechanic cousin. Rodney is a whiz at fixing things most of the time.

just waiting and waiting

As I sit and recover from the next phase of reconstruction, I am still waiting on finding out about the part time job. Its posted at the hosptial and I talked with the supervisor. I am next on fhte list for consideration. I sure hope I get it. I might only be 20 hours a week and its an on call type of thing but its better than nothing. I perhaps can continue to do my merchandising PT work as well and make enough that way to get us out of the hole.

darling oldest daughter is really gearing up for college. She is going to take the ACT test again and is trying for the higest score she can go for. She really wants the scholarships and I do too. Funny how there weren't any out there for me or I was not ever told about them. I had the grades for them. But I worked my way through on a work study. Even taught some art history when the professor was ill my senior year. I would like to get a masters in studio art but that will have to come later. I would be an OWL for sure. Older Wiser Learner.

Surgery this time was not so bad but I am a little woozy. No pain to speak of this go round. I'll be glad when its over with.

Pizza dough spinning

This kid is a student at Ole Miss and is from Oxford just up the highway from us. Now this is talent. Majoring in journalism and working radio on the side and then picks up this little talent and has gone national and international with it. And they say today's kids aren't creative. just watch him in action. This is phenomenal! I would love to see him in person.


Watch Chris Spin at http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fXb_16FJ2CU

watching old movies

The last thing a hopeless romantic needs to do is come across 'AN Affair To Remember" in the middle of the night. I had every intention of going to bed a quasi-decent hour until I saw the Annette Benning/ Warren Beatty version was on the Hallmark channel. Now I have seen this thing I don't know how many time and I still squall like a baby. And last night was no exception. I tried not to cry but I did. I went to bed sobbing like a baby and woke up with red eyes. Such a good movie. a 4 hanky to be sure. I don't care if its Cary Grant and Deborah Kerr or Warren and Annette. 'An Affair to Remember' is just that. memorable.

Thoughts on purses

Why do we carry purses ladies? Just think about it. WHY do we saddle ourselves with one of those things? Because our mothers and grandmothers and great grandmothers before us carried one? Because we feel an innate need to carry everything but the kitchen sink around with us on the off chance that we will actually need it?

I hate my bag! Yes I said HATE. I absolutely, positively HATE my purse. Now if you are one of those women that just can't live unless you have the latest fashion purse or has to be color co-ordinated with your outfit, stop reading right this moment. This is not going to be a pretty tome. I am writing this for all those women that realize that they are bad at bags. They understand that their bag is a reflection of their bad housekeeping, hopeless disorganization, their chronic inability to throw anything away and their absolute failure to have a bag that matches each and every article of clothing they might own!

This is for the woman whose bag is full of squashed, vintage candy bars, loose 'curiously strong' mints covered in God only knows where the lint came from! This is dedicated to woman that has tubes of lipstick with no tops, melted Chap Stick of unknown vintage and half drunk bottles of water. This is for the woman that has wadded up bunches of Kleenex in her bag and you are not quite sure it was used or not. Eeeewwww! But it comes in handy when you run into that roadside rest stop and there is not a smidgen of toilet paper to be found!
There are scratched reading glasses, leaky ballpoint pins, crumpled and torn loose checks from the checkbook and that extra toothbrush that I think might have been used to scrub the bathroom tile with at one time from the looks of it.

I am one of those women that is still carrying a 'winter bag' in July while everyone else is carrying those darling little Vera Bradley cloth bags flashing a profusion of summery colors for all to see! I am no good at bags! I don't give a hoot if I am still carrying a straw bag in the winter snow. I don't care if I carry leather in the summer. I am no good at bags. After my mastectomy I could not carry a bag so I decided it was time to downsize. I got a cute little organized one and proceeded to throw out the trash. I found a flashlight I thought I had lost, $75 in loose change (I kid you not! The purse had a lining that was worn thru and the loose change had been slipping in there for years!) my bank debit card that I thought was lost, an extra pair of comfy slippers and a pair of panties (haven't got a clue!), a cosmetic bag that I forgot to zip so it was not only nasty, it was empty, 3 rosaries that were knotted together and it took a lot of prayer to separate them, the kids report cards for 3 years, the keys to my house, my moms house and a business I had closed down 8 years earlier and a book that I was reading. I could have fled a nuclear holocaust with what I had in that bag.

So I downsized for a while, but little by little things start creeping up on me. Pretty soon I found myself slipping that cute little organized lightweight bag into a larger bag and then a larger bag and then a suitcase!! I finally have found the answer to my problem tho. I don't give a rip what people think about my purse now. I found just the right thing for me. Its a back pack. And I do clean it out pretty regularly. I throw in my wallet with all the necessary papers that I need, a chapstick, my cell phone, a bottle of water, and my big heavy key ring. I don't care that its not fashionable or cute or cost less that 12 dollars at the local Wal-Mart. Its functional, its waterproof, its disposable. Its not a Prada, or a Dunne Bourke, or a Vera Bradley or any other high dollar high profile bag. Its just a bag. It reflects me, it doesn't have a style therefore it can't go out of style!

Oh I still have my cute little evening bags that I use about twice a year that are only good for holding a tube of lipstick that I never use. But the rest of the year, I am perfectly content with my plain Jane, utilitarian bag.

Math challenged

There!! I said it. I admit it. I am mathamatically challenged. Most artists are. Why do you think the term 'starving artist' is so appropo?

And my darling husband is no better. So our poor children don't get any decent math 'genes' from us. Which is sad for out darling daughters. Poor high school Junior daughter is wallowing in math at public school. As long as we could do it at our own slow pace at home we were just fine. But she is now where she has to do it according to the prescribed time line and she has a dork for a teacher. This poor man is a basketball coach and its obvious that if you aren't into sports then he is not into you. He also is not qualified to teach algebra 2. I don't mean certified. He is certified to teach anything but he sure is qualified to teach it. At any rate he found out the day before school started that he had to teach this class of algebra 2. He lost the kids on the first day. He rarely sends home any school work. They rarely do any problems from a book and the ones that he sends home he doesn't qualify. So are they proportions, equations, distributive property, ratios? What the heck do you want them to do? Well last night I finally found the algebra help that we needed. It's like Eureka! We have lift off. We can do some problems and actually understand them. At least until she walks into his room and and he totally confuses her again.

My favorite things

I have been a huge fan of For Better of For Worse since it started. I could swear that Lynn Johnston was living my life or parts of it. And She always was going thru the same things I was at the exact same time. We had babies 'together' and went thru menopause 'together'. Now her father is living thru the effects of a stroke and she has crawled into that aspect of my life also. I lost my Dad nearly 11 years ago and before that for 3 years we lived with the residual aftermath of a massive stroke not unlike the one that the comic strip Grandfather is living thru. This week has been all about the aphasia aspect of it and she has nailed it down once again. It brought tears to my eyes today seeing how it is from the viewpoint of the stroke victim. My Dad couldn't tell me things either, all he could do for a while was say s*** or loblolly pine tree. That made for some interesting conversations and dinner table talk to be sure! OR picking up the fork and calling it spoon but then if I said 'show me the fork' he would point right at the fork. So the brain knew the object but the words were just elusive. He never could get my name again but he would just always call me the 'elderest' if I asked him who I was. And He remembered my birthday by numbers so I changed my phone number to those and he could always call me. Matter of fact he changed everything to those numbers because he could remember them. He labled me and my sister by what he remembered us doing. I was the painter and she was the cook. (Both our specialties, Art and Food). He is still alive in our memories even tho he left us so long ago.
Thank you Lynn Johnston for triggering my memories and for being so understanding of what goes on with a stroke victim and the family.

Recovery time

Tuesday was surgery day. I started fasting on Monday since I couldn't have anything after midnight. That is so hard. Surgery was scheduled for 11:30 AM and I could not have so much as a sip of water. I ate a bowl of oatmeal and drank a 20 oz glass of green tea before midnight and that got me through.

I finally found me 2 pair of warm pajamas that had button front tops. Those were hard to find this time of year.

My blood pressure was a bit elevated but that was because I was a bit apprehensive about being put to sleep. I have a tendency to want to not to wake up. I can hear people talking to me but I can't respond. I told the anesthesiologist about it. I don't know what he did but I woke up this time with no problem. I came thru the surgery with no problems. Until I got home.

I'm not really sore or hurting now. I took the pain meds at first but by Wednesday morning I was sick as a dog. I could not even hold down water. I don't know if it was a 'bug' that jumped me or what. I didn't get sick from the meds after the first surgery. I decided not to take the pain meds and have been taking tylenol extra strength instead. that is really all I have needed.

Dr. Adams removed the saline tissue expander and inserted the silicone implant. Its healing nicely and looks and feels quite normal. I am very pleased with the reconstruction so far. I am not sore except for the area around the sternum. He gave me a little extra something or toher for cleaveage. I should have told him I didn't have cleaveage before. It doesn't hurt but it is annoying. Its getting better tho.

I'll go back on Monday for a checkup.

Its not too little storage!

I finally see the problem!! Its not that I don't have enough storage space! I have too much stuff to put in my home to start with. For starters lets roam through my kitchen. yes it needs more cabinets and counter space. ANd I really could use a more updated refrigerator instead of the loverly harvest gold one from 1970 that sometimes starts freezing things in the lower part instead of the freezer part! But what about this angle......there are only 4 of us living here. We have the ocassional dinner guest over. I have enough dishes for for 12 people....3 times over. I have plastic plates and china plates and pottery plates. I think the plastic is going to get tossed. I have a 'ton' of odd and end glasses and coffee cups. They are going to hit the donation pile too. I am going to pare this mess down until all I have left are plain glasses, my Christmas china and the nice place settings that I saved and got for myself a few years ago. I may just box up the dishes and sotre them in the basement and label them as college bound for when my girls finally leave the nest. But I don't need them cluttering up my cabinets. So the kitchen is my next organization target. Maybe I can finally find space for all my little gadgets that I like to use when I cook. And as things wear out or break down, THEN I will replace them.

I do have a pantry and I don't like going to the grocery store so I buy in bulk the mainstays that I use regularly like corn and peas and diced tomatoes and other veggies that I process and can myself in the summer.

Things that make me go whaaaaa!!!!

Why is it when I get a new coffee pot, I keep the old carafe like it will really fit the new one!

Why do I keep the plastic storage containers when the lids have gotten warped?

Why on earth do I constantly have to check the back of the refrigerator for the cure for some disease because I forgot to throw out the leftovers!?

Surgery and financial wrangling and deductibles

Used to be that a person could get ready for surgery the old fashioned way, get your house cleaned and straightened up, make sure there were plenty of cooked casseroles in the freezer so that all the family had to do was pop one in the oven and viola! dinnner was served while you recovered. The clean laundry was neatly arranged in closets and drawers and the beds all had clean sheets for you to recuperate on.

Now, its wrangling with the hospital financial offices over who is going to get the deductible, them or the doctor and everyone wants you to pay them the deductible first. I just got off the phone with the surgery center and explained that the deductible was already met through the doctors office. That means that when I get there I will pay one third of what they think I owe. And I just got the last surgery paid for this week on top of paying the surgeon his 20 percent that my insurance doesn't cover. I got a little specheil about wondering which one would file first. I can tell you from the past experience that the doctors office filed really fast. much quicker than the surgery center did. Those bills just dragged on in. And for something that will take half the time that the first one took it seems like the price is higher this go round. I know that we are lucky to have health insurance but it seems so hard to be able to actually get something done. This isn't cosmetic, its reconstruction for heavens sake. I have waited 6 nearly 7 years for this day, to be cancer free and on my way back to the way I was (plus a few years of aging!) before the mastectomy.

I can't begin to say enough about my doctor. He is wonderful. the TOP DOC in my humble opinion with his reconstruction skills, very compassionate and a dry sense of humor. I am ready for this next surgery to be over and get this uncomfortable saline bag out of my chest. I don't think I would like the saline implants at all. I am glad that I going to have the silicone 'gummy bear' implant by Mentor. Its going to be much warmer and look pretty good too.

Health care for the American people needs to be less imposing. I don't believe in going to the ER for every little thing that happens and unfortunately that is what a lot of people do. I take responsiblity for my health and I only go to the doctor when its absolutely necessary or for my yearly checkups. Now I have a regular overall exam, the yearly breast exam, the yearly bloodtest and bone density exams, and after this year I will add the yearly visit to Dr. Adams to my list to keep up the progress on this implant for the study I will be in to help other women like me. My nose is twitching as I become more and more of a guinea pig for medical research.
You are welcome fellow breast cancer survivors. You had better be 'TICKLED PINK' as I 'MAKE STRIDES' for us in the recovery and reconstruction department.

Three Trees (a moral story)

Once there were three trees on a hill in the woods. They were discussing their hopes and dreams when the first tree said, "Someday I hope to be a treasure chest. I could be filled with gold, silver and precious gems. I could be decorated with intricate carving andeveryone would see the beauty."Then the second tree said, "Someday I will be a mighty ship. I will take kings and queens across the waters and sail to the corners of the world. Everyone will feel safe in me because of the strength of my hull. "Finally the third tree said, "I want to grow to be the tallest and straightest tree in the forest. People will see me on top of the Hill and look up to my branches, and think of the heavens and God and how close to them I am reaching. I will be the greatest tree of all time and people will always remember me.

"After a few years of praying that their dreams would come true, a group of woodsmen came upon the trees. When one came to the first tree he said, "This looks like a strong tree, I think I should be able to sell the wood to a carpenter," and he began cutting it down. The tree was happy, because he knew that the carpenter would make him into a treasure chest.

At the second tree the woodsman said, "This looks like a strong tree. I should be able to sell it to the shipyard." The second tree was happy because he knew he was on his way to becoming a mighty ship. When the woodsmen came upon the third tree, the tree was frightened because he knew that if they cut him down his dreams would not come true. One of the Woodsmen said,"I don't need anything special from my tree, I'll take this one," and he cut it down.

When the first tree arrived at the carpenters, he was made into a feedbox for animals. He was then placed in a barn and filled with hay. This was not at all what he had prayed for.

The second tree was cut and made into a small fishing boat. His dreamsof being a mighty ship and carrying kings had come to an end.

The third tree was cut into large pieces, and left alone in the dark.

The years went by, and the trees forgot about their dreams. Then one day, a man and woman came to the barn. She gave birth and they placed the baby in the hay in the feed box that was made from the first tree. The man wished that he could have made a crib for the baby, but this manger would have to do. The tree could feel the importance of this event and knew that it had held the greatest treasure of all time.

Years later, a group of men got in the fishing boat made from the second tree. One of them was tired and went to sleep. While they were out on the water, a great storm arose and the tree didn't think it was strong enough to keep the men safe. The men woke the sleeping man, and He stood and said "Peace" and the Storm stopped. At this time, the tree knew that it had carried the King of Kings in its boat.

Finally, someone came and got the third tree. It was carried through the streets as the people mocked the man who was carrying it. When they came to a stop, the man was nailed to the tree and raised in the air to die at the top of a hill. When Sunday came, the tree came to realize that it was strong enough to stand at the top of the hill and be as close to God as was possible, because Jesus had been crucified on it.

The moral of this story is that when things don't seem to be goingyour way, always know that God has a plan for you. If you place your trust in Him, God will give you great gifts. Each of the trees got what they wanted, just not in the way they had imagined. We don't always know what God's plans are for us. We just know that His ways are not our ways, but His ways are always best. May your day be blessed, may God cradle you in the palm of His hand!

Thursday's Musings

It is so so cold. the weather is so bizarre this time of year. The yellow bells are trying to bloom one day and the next day its bitter cold and sleeting. If we don't get snow we get ice and I would prefer not to have that. I don't like extreme heat or extreme cold. I could really be a bear cos in cold weather I just want to curl up under a warm cover and sleep.

Well I sent off the 20 percent to the doctors office for my surgery. Isn't that something? You have to pay the 20 percent up front before the surgery is performed. Guess I can't blame them. I should start doing that for all of my art work. Get at least a third of it up front to cover the cost of the supplies that I will have to purchase to get started. A business head I don't have which is probably why I don't have a 'business' any longer.

Have you ever had a cat in heat? Lord have mercy on us if we live thru this. I now understand what the term 'caterwallin' means. That is all she does. And that danged tomcat is out in the yard calling her. She sounds awful. ITs like we are killing her. Its a good thing people don't act and sound like cats. On second thought I have seen some humans that acted just the way this cat is right now. Oooo slap my face!!!!!

Attitude is everything!!!!

Attitude
There once was a woman who woke up one morning, looked in the mirror, and noticed she had only three hairs on her head.Well," she said, "I think I'll braid my hair today?" So she did and she had a wonderful day.

The next day she woke up, looked in the mirror and saw that she had only two hairs on her head. "H-M-M," she said, "I think I'll part my hair down the middle today?" So she did and she had a grand day.

The next day she woke up, looked in the mirror and noticed that she had only one hair on her head. "Well," she said, "today I'm going to wear my hair in a pony tail." So she did and she had a fun, fun day.

The next day she woke up, looked in the mirror and noticed that there wasn't a single hair on her head. "YEA!" she exclaimed, "I don't have to fix my hair today!"

Attitude is everything.
Be kinder than necessary,
for everyone you meet is fighting some kind of battle.Live simply,
Love generously,
Care deeply,Speak kindly.......Leave the rest to God