Good morning. In on the road again today. I’ll be in Summitt.
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Mornin
Safe travels, Marshall!
Just read Clucky’s early morning post. Bless her. Praying for y’all my friend!
Good morning to everyone. I read Clucky’s comment on last nights ffa and I know I can empathize with her on losing your on parnets and the inlaws luckily PD’s dad went quick his mom on the other hand lingerd but not like this. May God be with you all and bring piece to her life.
Love and hugs to all, continuing to pray for those in need.
Morning. Last day of official vacation days. I don’t really count Saturday & Sunday. They come around every week. Heading to J-town in a bit with Mom for doctor visit. I hope it doesn’t rain but I really appreciate the cloud cover.
We lost an Attala County character yesterday. In no way do I call her “character” in disrespect. This lady was awesome! I do believe she had more self-confidence than most people have in their little finger- fingernail! Everyone knew her or knew of her, some loved to love her, some loved to hate her. But you could always count on her to be consistently herself, take it or leave it. I know I’m rambling. I wish I had Marshall’s ability! I could then tell you all what an amazing woman she was…Anyhoo..
Clucky, been thinking of you & praying for peace for your family.
Everyone have a wonderful Friday!
Hey folks. 07:30
I’ll have clients from Dallas on location today making end of well decisions and such. It’ll be worse than a vacuum cleaner factory with all the sucking-up going on.
Thinking about clucky and mr fab today. I know it’s hard.
A little brown nosing huh!
At it’s highest level.
Clucky, I have no words for you, my dear. I think you expressed what was in my heart with your own beautiful words. I think “doing for her men” what she would have been doing is best for all. There is some sense of the world continuing around them even though it doesn’t look that way to them. Love you, sweetie.
Prayers for Clucky and MrFab.
Still recuperating from trip to Oxford. It was an interesting visit. We had an excellent meal at the Ravine which is a very eccentric resturant menu wise. They have several menus and change up often based on what they can get that is fresh. The night we were there a “tasting” menu was in play. Portions, though smaller, were very well prepared and quite tasty.
Oxford is a very nice town though infected with a serious case of “Rebelitis”. Thank goodness we were able to avoid being infected with the dreaded disease!
You may have to shower in bleach to get that rebel funk off, OB.
LOL!!
I’ve lived with what you lovingly call “Rebelitis” for quite sometime now. It’s better that a bad case of “can’t spell the word ‘dog’ “. Just like those folks down in Louisiana, can’t spell “go”. What is this language? “dawgs” & “geaux” ???
Right on, Pnc!!!
LOL!!
Aw, Cluck, your prayer made me cry. Prayers for you and the family.
I’ve had an extremely busy week. It’s been crazy at work and then I worked VBS Monday through Wednesday nights. Kiddo went to the Miranda Lambert concert last night and got home about midnight. Somehow she didn’t manage to get up for work today (she’s working at my office for the rest of the summer). We’re going to Alabama Adventure tomorrow and staying for a concert. Should get home around 2 am or so. Fun, fun.
In a minute, I’m headed off to court. We have a huge hearing and my attorney wanted me to come along to keep all the documents straight.
Gotta go. Don’t know when I’ll be able to check in again.
Prayers for Clucky and her family. Her words made me cry. It is in God’s hands now. May He watch over them and somehow bring them peace.
For the first time in a long time, I am home alone. Several times that the girls were gone, Mr. H was here or the eldest was here. I am basking in the silence and solitude.
In case that was misleading: yes, our eldest is a girl, too, but the 2 younger girls are much closer to the same age and are usually engaged in the same activities at the same time. Therefore, they are ‘the girls’ and the eldest is in a category of her own.
Morning!
Prayers for Mr. Fab and family. I know how heartbreaking it is.
PM I hope PD turns around soon and shows some improvement.
OB Oxford has some great places to dine!
morning gang! hope all is well
prayers for clucky and family
already been a busy morning for me.. been chewing on managers to get stuff done.. this is the second missed install date. I am not a happy camper right now.
I. am. so. tired.
May the Good Lord bless you, Mr Fab & the whole family with strength, peace and surround all of you with love!
Lunch time. prayers for you Clucky may you get some much needed rest.
LOL, at OB and Blues.
Coop, I won’t even tell you what all Mr. Fab had to say when I told him they found a fungal “issue” on your scope. Probably because I can’t remember what he said…but it was funny as heck and HIGHLY inappropriate. And you made him LOL Wednesday (at your expense). Glad it’s nothing *too* serious. Stay away from those ‘shrooms, woman.
Hospice had everyone sign the DNR paperwork yesterday, and today brought out a jug (sarcasm) of pain liquid along with a bottle of drops for “terminal secretions.” Wow, that’s a charming way to label a medication. I think I will ask the pharmacist to dig deep to find a LITTLE more tact for the next family. They just fell to pieces. I was (finally) napping when the nurse came in today and found this when I got up. Nobody had given her anything, so I gave her some pain meds so maybe she will relax. As for those secretions, it’s nothing a little mouth care can’t take care of…it really pi$$ed me off, honestly. That is just CRUDE. God made sure I was asleep, because I am certain I would have said something I shouldn’t have if I had been awake.
The migraine/trigeminal neuralgia attack that woke me up just after midnight is still raging in spite of enough meds to chill a moose. Seriously, the fan blowing on the right side of my face almost has me in tears and my right eye is begging for an ice pick. This is getting old quick. Stress and I do not get along well at all these days.
Enough whining. Giggling at OB and Blues. Oh and PM, you better BELIEVE I would be ripping the head off of that neuro right about now. The wrong “brace”? Why not just go in and put in a plate and a couple of screws and fix the #$%! vertebra so you don’t have to worry about PD’s spinal cord getting snapped in half ??? That is NUTS! I think my new job needs to be freelance patient advocate-kicking @$$ and taking names to rid the world of medical incompetence throughout our wonderful state. I’ve seen enough of it just on this blog to make me want to scream; now this little issue today here in this house is the last straw. I know the lady is leaving us, but is it necessary to use such crude nomenclature to get the family in such a tizzy? That was absolutely uncalled for. After all this is over, I WILL be making a phone call. I’ve learned a lot being on this side of the patient care in the last few years-empathy means a lot and is priceless. I thought I was an empathetic nurse until Mom fell ill. The last five years have completely changed the way I view the medical profession and nursing.
That was horrible, Clucky. You and Mr. Fab and your family are in my prayers. I felt the same way about the legal profession, Clucky, and have composed many letters in my mind. Since I have been jobless and unemployable for 5 years now, I no longer give a rip about what they do as long as they don’t call me.
I slept late this morning and finished drinking coffee a little while ago. I purposely planned nothing to do today and I’m reading Stuart Woods’ “Lucid Intervals.”
OB, my daughter and oldest child is going through a hell of a divorce in the good old boy town of Oxford right now, married to the black sheep son of J.R. Ewing and a goat.
Flitting in. Tailfeathers have been pretty busy today. Has been a good day, though. I think we just may get some of that wet stuff that comes from those dark blue puffy things in the upper atmosphere (Don’t want to say it out right or I might scare it off) and my ground is hurting for it. I can put my hand in some of the cracks near my chicken pen.
Coop I sure hope you get on the good mend today.
Blues, when all the brown nosing gets finished does that mean you will have to head back home?
OB would you believe I live only 45 minutes away from Oxford and have only been there about four times in my life, well make that five, I went two days in a row last year when we married my sister off. We have Rebelitis around our house because the two brothers and my sis are red and blue fans. But my older sister likes that maroon and white team, me? Shucks, it just doesn’t matter.
I’m having to post twice because this one is just for clucky … a few thoughts …
It was the last Wednesday in May, 1999. I went by mom and dad’s house, he stepped into the living room to check on the time, he was freshly bathed with his nice church clothes on, but shoeless. His sister, my Aunt Kaye, was dying of cancer in hospice care in Tupelo. Of all the brothers and sisters in her life, she asked for dad. The tears gathered in his eyes when he told me he was going to see her. In that moment, and in many moments since, I wondered what do you tell your sister when you know you are seeing her for the last time in this life. This one you have laughed with, cried with, loved, hated, grown apart and grown back together with. What do you do, what do you say when you know that the words you speak are the last ones they will ever hear? It tore my heart out knowing he would soon be separated from her. She put away her body of clay and slipped away into eternity two days later.
And today it’s not any easier knowing what you and Tim are going through. I’ve learned in the years since that day that all they really want is to know that you are there. Sing to them, hum to them, while the body is shutting down, as you saw, the spirit is still lingering. I will be here praying for you and her and Tim and Poppy while you see her to the other side. As Ray Stevens sings in his song, Blue Angel, ‘The time has come to cross over, we both know I have to leave, but it’s only for a moment, this is not the time to grieve, ” and while it is hard not to grieve in that moment, know that the separation from that dear one is less than a second heaven time. I love you dear. May God draw you to his great soul and wrap you in His arms of comfort. Truly know that angels are all about you, standing ready to usher her into the presence of Holy God who is holding you in His hands at the same time.
Quit making me cry, woman.
It’s thundering here with a little shower. Lot of noise for a little rain.
((((Clucky)))))
I LOVE you my dear. I wish I could be down there with you, hugging you and making you a cup of coffee.
Grass is cut. Just started to rain.
((((clucky))))
everyone have a good evening. I swear this has been a monday for me. I think I need a stiff drink.
I wouldn’t mind one myself, but I guess I’ll pass.
Evenin!
Long but good day. I can’t believe how much better I am already feeling!
Clucky, tell Mr. Fab we’ll have to have a “discussion” about his reaction to my condition. I am glad he got a good laugh out of it, though! LOL!
I just checked back in after an afternoon nap and now I’m slobbering and snotting into my bowl of chocolate ice cream.
You must have read Card’s post.
Nite all!! Cards post brought back some real memories for me today.
Card, I just got home a little while ago and am catching up. You made me cry. I lost my sister in June of ’86. She was a sweetheart!! Everyone loved her! I did not get to say goodbye to her as she took her own life. So,this brought back some memories, although I don’t think a day goes by that she doesn’t cross my mind. Your words help. I hope Clucky finds some solace that she is there, helping this sweet lady and her loved ones. With the pain she is in herself, she must be a remarkable lady to still be able to be there for them!!
Y’all, I’ve been thinking. I know I won’t remember everything, but I’ve been following Marshall since he started this blog and, I guess with what Clucky is going thru right now, it got me to thinking about what all we’ve been through together.
It seems to me that, no matter what, we always seem to rally. We’ve lost a few posters over the years, but I know that some are still out there lurking. And, no matter what, we are supportive and loving and prayerful for each other.
Thinking back on some events that we’ve lived, loved, and prayed through, not in any order (please feel free to add anything I’ve missed, which I’m sure will be PLENTY):
Stacey had Ace
Marshall had his lil man
MsRamona had Sprout
Tigger had Tater tot
MickyMouseLover and CrystalButterfly had their Ladybug
We lost Jo
Clucky lost her Mom
Leagle lost her son
Blues lost his Mom
Me and Pncpnthr lost our Grandmother
Cardinallady lost her Grands
Some lost unborn babies
Some lost their jobs
Marshall lost Molly
Molly lost Rollerdog
I lost Merle, JB & TJ
Clucky lost several kittiekids
JB lost his dog
I had hip surgery
Leagle gets shots in her eye
PD broke his neck
AnnO had a child diagnosed with diabetes
My Baby Girl was diagnosed with diabetes
We went to a ballgame together
We’ve had 3 picnics
We’ve met for lunch
We’ve met for drinks
We’ve participated in Run from the Sun
This doesn’t even scratch the surface of what we’ve gone through together. I’m sure I’m missing some really important things, but it’s late and I kind of did this on the spur of the moment. Maybe we should write a book…the history of the MRBA!
Just think about it and be thankful that we have each other. I love you all dearly and am thankful for Marshall every day that he has allowed us to hang our hat here.
Thanks, Boss!
No, Thank you and all of you.
Oh, and MrH had that horrible motorcycle accident. (I knew I was going to forget stuff, and will continue to add)
and PM lost her dog (sorry, can’t remember the name)
And we have been sharing recipes for a future MRBA cookbook (that’s noteworthy)
I missed a lot!
Tigger had her girl, but it was SusanQFlamingo that had Tater Tot…and PS there is another Tot on the way :)
The Lord just took Granny home, 415 this morning. Peacefully.
I’ll be checking in later on. Thank all of you for your support during this time. Love you.
Great post Coop. Lots of memories there.
((((Coop & MrFAB))))
Mawnin’ y’all. Overcast outside, but I think I’m going to brave it and go for a ride.
Good morning, all. Going to the memorial service this morning, then not sure what the day holds. Hubby will be leaving on Monday for another out-of-state job & I’ll have my grand-dog again Monday night for 2 weeks. So thankful I could sneak in my vacation when I did. We love our animals like children but when these are gone that’s it. Trying to plan a getaway together is next to impossible.
Everyone have a good weekend! ((((Clucky & Mr. Fab))))
Coop, Rexi and I lost our mom. It’s been 3 years now. And Mr. H lost his dad 3 and a half years ago.
Clucky, as a result of some things she learned being a nurse, a friend of ours went back to law school to be an advocate for patients against insurance companies. She was tired of seeing people be denied for claims that they were covered for. She helped us immensely after Mr. H’s accident.
Clucky, have you considered being a hospice nurse? Mr. H’s mom came to love the nurse that came to see Mr. H’s dad. Having been on the (family)receiving end of that kind of care, you have seen what would be helpful and what is definitely hurtful. I talked to the nurse and asked her how she could stand it. She said that what she did in homes gave more help than anything she had ever done in a hospital. I was surprised at the joy she got from what she did. Not in the people passing, but in being there as a knowledgeable, understanding friend to the family in a time when they need that knowledge and understanding.
I can’t praise hospice enough. all of daddy’s nurses were wonderful. he was here only three months from the time he was diagnosed with C. I just hope we never have to use their services again though.
Morning again. Just got back from a long ride. Rode down to Rocky Springs on the Trace and back. It started to drizzle just as I got past Crossgates Blvd on the way home. Not bad but just enough to be aggravating.
For the motorcyclists in the group: I bought the ‘spensive Mustang seat with the backrest. Think I’m gonna send it back. It sits well and I do like the backrest. But, it raises me up so I can’t put both feet flat on the ground when stopped and it pulls me back enough that I really have to reach to have a good relaxing grip on the handlebars.
I think it would be a wonderful seat otherwise. I’m just too darn short for it. Now if you are 5’10” or taller, I think it would be a great fit. My sister has another version of the Mustang seat on her Harley Sportster, but she’s almost 6’ tall.