And here we go…

I guess I will begin where I left off, with the MRSA update. And then go on from there. And here we go…

My husband has made a full recovery, thankyoujesus. It was superscary and I am beyond glad to be done with it. Y’all, please pay careful attention to any infection you may have. Take it seriously. See your doctor. For me. I beg you.

My holidays were pretty awesome. My brother flew in from Colorado, with his new girlfriend. I HEART HER. Seriously. I foresee her becoming my sister-in-law someday. She sure beats the hell out of the last bitch,er girlfriend, he had. It was the first time we had seen each other in almost two years. I cried. He knew I would. It was good. We talk on the phone about twice a week. I’m happy.

Work has been kinda crappy. I don’t really want to get into that now. It is a whole ‘nother entry.

And on a really sad note, I lost a good friend last weekend. She hung herself for reasons I will never know. I miss her. We were roommates for a year. We had such fun together. She was crazy as hell. And would do anything for a friend. I choose to remember her in that way. Because to do anything less would be wrong. I plan on writing a post about her in the near future. I have to. I need to.

And now you are all caught up on the goings on in my life. Or most of them. Our computer is at my parent’s house for now. I will still be online, just not as often. Which totally SUCKS! But is only temporary, I assure you. Thank you for all your thoughts and prayers. I appreciate them more than you will ever know.

Misty, Water-Colored Memories…

God. I don’t even know where to begin. I love Christmas, and all that it entails. The promise of a new year. Fresh beginings. A time to be spent with family. So today, I would like to tell you about my Grandma Harler.

The woman was a nut. She had the most amazing gift of being able to talk to anyone, anytime, anywhere, anyplace. She made friends wherever she went. She never met a stranger. Ever. She would welcome you with open arms. I was in awe of her. My mother is like that. In so many ways.

Grandma always had projects. She helped with a senatorial campaign. She worked tirelessly in her church. They published a cookbook the year before last. She sent me a copy. Which only included one recipe from her. I still find that odd, because she was a good cook. I cherish that cookbook. She did so very many things. For so many organizations. There are too many to name. She believed in helping her fellow man.

She was very religous. But she was fair. “Judge not, lest ye be judged” was a favorite of hers. And she lived her life that way. She tried to help anyone that needed it. Be it a kind word, or a home-cooked meal. She was never preachy. She just loved God, and was never ashamed to let you know it. She wanted to share the joy that it had given her. In whatever way she could.

And she was dingy. The first example that comes to mind is Cracker Barrel. She came out to visit when I graduated from high school. My parent’s took her there for lunch. She loved it. She would tell anyone who would listen about going to the Crack Box for lunch. It still makes me smile to think about that. She was forever calling things by the wrong name. It was always a running family joke. And don’t even get me started about her driving skills!

And there are so many more memories I have. She came out to help my mom after my last knee surgery. Quinn was only six months old. I found a picture the other day that made me cry. In it you can see Quinn, and only her hands. I love that picture more than words can say.

She passed away almost a year ago, this month. The week before Christmas. I miss her every day. I did my Christmas cards tonight, and it was really sad. This first year has been incredibly difficult. I talked to her at least once a week. It was hard to give that up. She was my rock. I know that she is watching over me. Us. But it is still not the same. She loved her great-grandchildren, if possible, more than she loved us. I know she is proud of them. I just wish she were here to see them. She would be so excited. She loved to take their pictures to church, and display them for everyone to see. We are talking 11 by 13 pictures. Not wallets.

I guess I would like for all of you to hug your loved one’s close. Be thankful for what you have. Enjoy your holiday season. And never take them for granted.

Pink Pig, Here We Come!

We have lived in Georgia for well over twenty years now. And I am ashamed to say, have never ridden “Priscilla”. I have received her as a Christmas present in all her stuffed glory numerous times. Ridden her? No. That is all about to change.

My mother informed me last night that “she was taking her grandbabies to see the Pink Pig”. Which means that I am driving and basically going along as back up. I asked her why we had never been to ride “Priscilla”. She said it was because we were too old when we moved here. I think that’s a load of bunk.

I don’t think you are ever too old to ride a Pink Pig named “Priscilla”. It’s a Christmas tradition, and therefore exempt from age limits.

That’s my story,anyway. Do y’all have any special family traditions involving the holidays?

Happy Thanksgiving!

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I hope everyone is enjoying their Turkey Day! God knows we are. We have already been to my parent’s for dinner, Jimmy is headed out to see his family with the boys in tow, and then we are off to see my friend Rhonda. Notice I am not going to the in-laws? I’m sorry, but on a day when you are supposed to give thanks I refuse to sit and eat dinner with people who don’t like me. Or constantly judge me. So I am staying home. And watching some football.

Y’all enjoy your day. I plan to.