tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29639629085081422142024-03-16T12:37:50.411-07:00Pecan Lanepoopiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09823435887138178443noreply@blogger.comBlogger4102125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2963962908508142214.post-59880997969346962632024-03-16T12:32:00.000-07:002024-03-16T12:37:15.452-07:00*short*<span style="font-size: large;"><b>I drove my trusty ole' Camry for 20 years and they were not kind ones, especially during local flooding. And we had a lot. WE got a 2015 Ford Escape from Gene Langley three years ago that is paid for. Insurance went up but that's to be expected. About a third of those drivers out there don't have it. That's when they run. Unfortunately BG got slammed in Jackson several weeks ago and I'm telling you, that car is a hot mess. TT is taking care of her.</b></span><script async="async" data-cfasync="false" data-shr-siteid="58bea53cb7e6b83d6d170a560829bba6" src="//dsms0mj1bbhn4.cloudfront.net/assets/pub/shareaholic.js" type="text/javascript"></script><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b>For the first time in my life I had a screen that got synced to my phone at Gene Langley. But now that screen is black and I miss it. I visited my local home owned auto mechanic this week and will be back next week with questions about fuses and hard re-sets. If he can fix this I'll buy him and wifey a steak dinner when I get paid.</b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b>I have little to no faith in big branding right now. And what's all with this AI stuff? I mean even the British are dealing with it and the tech involved with the results of our election process is sketchy. Deepfake, so to speak. If I don't see it in person or know enough to see both sides of an issue, I remain neutral until my vote doesn't count. I'm still praying for some insane young Independent to step up and represent in spite of party hate. </b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b>I hear shooting. Somebody is happy it's spring ^j^ </b></span></div>poopiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09823435887138178443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2963962908508142214.post-73362657856938390522024-03-12T13:55:00.000-07:002024-03-12T13:55:40.999-07:00"don't waste a good crisis"<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Those words are not mine but those of the late Rev John Kilzer who died by suicide five years ago today. He had struggled with addiction all of his life which included being an All American basketball star in Jackson who continued on a scholarship at Memphis State to become an English professor. Being Memphian and a deep thinker, he began to write songs and do local gigs before signing with Geffen records in the late 70s. Red Blue Jeans was my favorite. I had the original vinyl and gave it to a high school classmate of his. </b></span><script async="async" data-cfasync="false" data-shr-siteid="58bea53cb7e6b83d6d170a560829bba6" src="//dsms0mj1bbhn4.cloudfront.net/assets/pub/shareaholic.js" type="text/javascript"></script><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Brother John created a ministry at St John's UMC in Memphis that served a large group of recovering addicts. His wit and charm and music gave people hope and a reason to come back and start over. He was a key player in starting a class at Memphis Theological Seminary for pastors who really didn't know how to help with substance abuse issues within a congregation. After that, he began recording again with Archer which is where we became reconnected through my Friendship friends Cathy and her mother Ruth. Sleepin' in the Rain still chills me to the bone. "God loves them more than you'll ever know." He relapsed and took his own life in rehab, On March 12th during Lent. </b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b>It's odd how we can all make a difference in someone's life just by being present and listening without judgement. All these people who want to regulate morality and are dead set on exclusion are a big part of the problems in our world. I believe in being honest and doing the next right thing. Period.</b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b>My friends at the army picked me out the perfect lamp to go beside my bed, for five doll'a only. It's the little things that count. I so admire what they do every.single.day feeding the poor. I'm not poor but if they have plates ready I will eat. Fantastic cooks and "feed the hungry" folks.</b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Other than that, I got nothing but faith ^j^</b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div>poopiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09823435887138178443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2963962908508142214.post-27543120896187580122024-03-08T10:46:00.000-08:002024-03-08T10:48:42.912-08:00hind sight is 20/20<span style="font-size: large;"><b>I have received a diagnosis of dry macular degeneration meaning that I will more than likely lose my central vision at some point. It is an inherited condition and it was passed onto me from my mother who was legally blind by her late 70s. While I have always known that it was a possibility for me it was still something that shook my faith. This diagnosis has made me most appreciative of all the beauty of spring knowing that someday I won't be able to enjoy the colors like I always have. Sunrise and sunset. Butterflies. Beautiful cloud formations. Faces of the people I love. </b></span><script async="async" data-cfasync="false" data-shr-siteid="58bea53cb7e6b83d6d170a560829bba6" src="//dsms0mj1bbhn4.cloudfront.net/assets/pub/shareaholic.js" type="text/javascript"></script><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b>I am dog sitting for my old pal Pearl. Even though she hasn't seen me in a year, things have gone really well. Except for the cat! Pearl chased Rosie, Rosie hissed and hid and is keeping her distance. It's only for three days so she will survive. There will eventually be another dog here so the feline might as well get used to it. Pearl hasn't much been around cats so I can understand. Rosie and Oscar had a mutual understanding. I picked up Oscar's pawprint from the vet's office this week and it is on my desk where we spent lots of time with her sitting by my feet. </b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b>It is National Women's Day and I couldn't be prouder to know so many strong women who are making changes in the world, one life at a time. I have learned from being long time single that there are times when you really need a man to help with things. I took that for granted when I was married. </b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b>My new meds include AREDs for the rest of my life and Questran powder on a week long trial of samples. The closest ostomy nurse to me is in Jackson and Poopie is a hot mess so I hope to get things evened out soon. The only GI guy in town won't mess with them except to do a colonoscopy which, from a biopsy, showed lymphocytic granuloma.</b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Reaves went to her second daddy daughter dance last night and looked stunning, even more so with a gap toothed smile. Lord, I love that kid and her spirit. I hate that we are leaving her with the world in turmoil like it is but it is what it is. Good parents will guide their kids through the ups and downs of life and teach them to study hard and express their emotions in a healthy way. I tried my best with Lauren and she has only good memories. </b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Speaking of LP, she now has two kidney stones left to pass and they're giving her hell. The first two went through into the strainer but those other two are stubborn. </b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Y'all be well, and keep the faith ^j^</b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div>poopiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09823435887138178443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2963962908508142214.post-54454507025385940602024-03-01T12:22:00.000-08:002024-03-01T12:22:31.493-08:00a corporate healthcare tale<span style="font-size: large;"><b>I worked as a medical technologist for 41 years. My hire date with Parkview Hospital was August 7, 1977, three months after graduation from UTCHS in Memphis. We were a family so to speak. Lab people took call after 3PM and on weekends because, well. There was no instant anything. We did EKG and blood gases as well which was shortly turned over to the respiratory therapy department. Our automated chemistry analyzer ran once a day and the rest was tube boiling and spectrophotometer plus some manual math. Gawd, it was rough but it was kinda' sorta' normal for a rural hospital in the late seventies. </b></span><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b>In the early 80s Methodist Health Systems and Baptist were in a pissing match to buy up the feeders all along Highway 51. Methodist paid 10M over market price and the county government took the highest offer. MHS also bought six other rural West TN facilities at the same time. The majority of employees and physicians supported a Baptist sale but we were not heard, even after we all showed up at the courthouse for the hearing. Money talks. Supposedly the proceeds from the sale were put in reserve for indigent care. I am currently searching to see what happened to that money.</b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Eventually the "vision" of MHS changed from rural healthcare to a partnership with UT Memphis for transplant services. That was when they sold ALL of us to Community Health Systems. CHS was on a roll then buying up little places and they were doing well until a big merger with HMA. Stock dropped from sixty bucks to the current 2 and some change. The merger involved a lot of money posted by a hedge fund. Right after I retired the facility and all practices were bought by West Tennessee Healthcare. A feeder for Jackson, so to speak.</b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Union City is still a Baptist facility, the only surviving one outside of the Memphis metro area. It is about the same distance as driving to Jackson for what that's worth. As for me, I just want to be treated well by people who care. My PCP is amazing and very overworked. Says he can't afford to retire. I know the feeling buddy.</b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b>That's my story and I'm sticking to it ^j^</b></span></div>poopiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09823435887138178443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2963962908508142214.post-24320273905437267582024-02-28T11:37:00.000-08:002024-02-28T11:37:14.933-08:00the morning after<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Following yesterday morning's "wake up and fall" I headed into PT to concentrate on the left side of my body which is where I hit on elbow and knee before rolling over and popping my hard head on the bedframe. My head now has a knot on it and is sore but I'm pretty good with pain. Felicia gave me some TLC on the left side that included pulsing electrodes and moist heat at the same time. Most of their attention has been on my right side because that is what first brought me there. I feel pretty sure that was the result of being hit by an 18 wheeler several months ago. But enough about that.</b></span><script async="async" data-cfasync="false" data-shr-siteid="58bea53cb7e6b83d6d170a560829bba6" src="//dsms0mj1bbhn4.cloudfront.net/assets/pub/shareaholic.js" type="text/javascript"></script><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Now Texas is on fire and I'm sure the Republicans are blaming Biden and the immigrants. In my honest opinion it is just another tragedy caused by global warming. Yes, it is real. And yes, we are in big trouble because nobody listened when there was a chance to turn it around. Al Gore's book "An Inconvenient Truth" was written many years ago and still applies to what we are seeing. Floods, fires, natural disasters of all kinds. God gave us this earth to preserve and enjoy and we have almost literally destroyed it. How sad.</b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Now onto the guns. Y'all know how I feel about all that. I believe in the right to carry for self protection which does NOT include long guns like the one used at Joel O'Steen's church which was purchased legally. In Texas, of course. Why? I keep asking myself over and over again why these guns are available. There is no use for them except for law enforcement or military action. NONE. Except for committing mass murder. Put yourself in the shoes of parents whose kids have been slaughtered at school or other public places. We assume them to be safe yet here comes another nutcase hearing voices aiming a repeating weapon at innocent people. Enough is enough. We don't want to take your guns away, just hold you accountable by doing background checks, requiring proper training, and licensing. That ain't much to ask.</b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b>I miss my kids badly. There is a part of me that wants to move to Jackson just so I can see them on a regular basis. I love country life as well. Lizzie will be graduating from kindergarten this spring and going into "real school." She is smart as a whip and very artistic. Loves to dance and jump and run. Confused as hell about her family situation. </b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b>We had some fierce scary wind these past few days and a huge thunderstorm during the night which woke me up. They never scare me for some reason. Actually I see God in things like that and am in awe of how powerful the weather can be. Following a high of almost 80 yesterday it's in the 40s again. Typical West Tennessee. </b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Y'all be humble and grateful and remember from whence you came ^j^</b></span></div>poopiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09823435887138178443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2963962908508142214.post-84825428683775347322024-02-27T13:47:00.000-08:002024-02-27T13:47:56.027-08:00before the fall<span style="font-size: large;"><b>There was no pride. I was just out of sleep and walked to the bathroom. On the way back i fell on my LEFT side which will give Krystle or somebody a project in the morning when I show up. I don't know where it hurts yet, ya' know? Reba gave me a big ass bandage to put on my elbow and the leg is good. Just a lil</b></span><script async="async" data-cfasync="false" data-shr-siteid="58bea53cb7e6b83d6d170a560829bba6" src="//dsms0mj1bbhn4.cloudfront.net/assets/pub/shareaholic.js" type="text/javascript"></script><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b> skin scrape with no blood. I got lucky, again. I have always been clumsy like "walk into a doorframe" clumsy. I seriously need a keeper at this point. I am keepin' on right now because that is all I know to do. help.pray.hug.love ^j^</b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div>poopiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09823435887138178443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2963962908508142214.post-39644247349703040282024-02-25T12:48:00.000-08:002024-02-25T12:48:27.351-08:00walking on water<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Today's sermon was about Peter attempting to walk on water after Jesus said "come here" to him . He asked him to trust in the one who had performed countless miracles in front of him so Peter stepped out of boat but got scared and doubtful. That is what made him start to sink. Poor guy still didn't believe in spite of all he had seen. I can identify with that ya' know? I myself am a living breathing miracle after several near death experiences yet I still doubt at times. One of my favorite quotes lately is "Fear is what if. Faith is even if." One of my friends asked me recently why good people suffer and I had no answer for that. Those of us who try and give and help the least of these often suffer devastating life events. I don't think that freedom from problems is something that you earn from being good. Tragedy does not make judgement on character. It just is what it is. </b></span><script async="async" data-cfasync="false" data-shr-siteid="58bea53cb7e6b83d6d170a560829bba6" src="//dsms0mj1bbhn4.cloudfront.net/assets/pub/shareaholic.js" type="text/javascript"></script><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b>One of the most chilling stories that I have read lately was about a little girl who trusted a family friend to take her to the bus stop. He murdered this child by blunt force trauma and threw her body in the river weighted down with a rock and rope. This child trusted the guy. He was part of her daily life and lived on the family property. He had taken her to the bus stop many times before. What went wrong? Only God knows where evil lies. </b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Anywho...it's warming up here but still windy as heck. I am hopeful that the propane I have left will last me until it's full on warm weather. That is my rambling for today. God bless you and your mama'n'them ^j^</b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div>poopiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09823435887138178443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2963962908508142214.post-65760633105047072042024-02-24T14:35:00.000-08:002024-02-24T16:41:48.052-08:00life as we know it<span style="font-size: large;"><b>I made a run to Jackson today and visited with the fam but it was short because Poopie has been acting up. I hear there's a bug going around so maybe that's it. No nausea or anything, just explosive shits in a bag. That burns pretty bad. I have had three shit pills and two cheese sticks today. My gut is NOT good.</b></span><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Lizzie has a front tooth missing that she pulled out all on her own. Her room is cute and I pray that she will sleep in there! We went outside and picked tiny flowers while we visited. That pool looks really inviting come June. She has a brother and two mamas plus one daddy. It's kinda' complicated, if you know what I mean. I just do what I need to do to see her. She still remembers me.</b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b>A couple of years ago we planted a shit ton of tulips in the raised bed that is no more. Mayberry mowed 'em just tall enough that they are coming back up. There will be pictures along with the buttercups. It's spring y'all.</b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Peace and love ^j^</b></span></div><div><script async="async" data-cfasync="false" data-shr-siteid="58bea53cb7e6b83d6d170a560829bba6" src="//dsms0mj1bbhn4.cloudfront.net/assets/pub/shareaholic.js" type="text/javascript"></script><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div></div>poopiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09823435887138178443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2963962908508142214.post-47562280123020979612024-02-22T12:38:00.000-08:002024-02-22T12:38:19.026-08:00hippies<span style="font-size: large;"><b>I met my dear friend Casey Lou through Mamye. She cooks her little ass off in the Pepsi Pavilion close to Four Points and it is always great. There's a flea market going on next door for the next three days so she's going in at 4AM to prep for the crowd. Today's lunch special was roast with taters, carrots, corn and cornbread. Plus carrot cake and a drink.. You can't beat that with a stick. Normally I pick up something and save it fr supper, or "lupper" as it is often called. I can't eat big all at one time anymore because of you know what. Gotta' space that shit out, so to speak. </b></span><script async="async" data-cfasync="false" data-shr-siteid="58bea53cb7e6b83d6d170a560829bba6" src="//dsms0mj1bbhn4.cloudfront.net/assets/pub/shareaholic.js" type="text/javascript"></script><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b>My entire body is aching due to this incoming front. I'll be returning to Dynamix tomorrow and again 3 times next week. It is money well spent for my well being and peace of mind. During treatment the practitioners chat with me and ask where it hurts. Then the probing begins and chat changes to "there? no, there??" My team has me covered and the sessions often go long which I like. I'm a sucker for extra attention My friend Carol has actually sent me some Hokas fo' free which I truly appreciate I think that most of my leg and back problems are related to poor arch support. </b></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b>I hope all y'all are able to reach your loved ones on the day that all the towers went dead. I was able to call and receive as usual. Me and Reba had a long chat and then me and Mamye got out for a bit. We cussed every single driver who didn't have the lights on today. It's so simple, ya know? Use your blinkers and slow down. Ain't nothing worth getting killed over even if you're late for work.</b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b>I remember one morning during a spring flood when I lived on the hill. I was due at 6am and headed down the lane to a pile of water which I didn't really know that I could make it through. In the dark. I called my boss who wasn't happy and told her I would be there when it was daylight. And I was. That poor Camry navigated so much flood water it ain't even funny.</b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Mozella's house is still on fire, with Keith tending the flames. I am happy to see it go in spite of all the memories. As it turns out my stray cat is living down the road from Charlie's house and getting fed and watered. And it's a girl! We gotta' come up with a name for that kitty.</b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b>May the peace and grace of Christ be with you ^j^</b></span></div>poopiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09823435887138178443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2963962908508142214.post-71007342562413494002024-02-20T14:54:00.000-08:002024-02-20T14:54:45.773-08:00off the grid<span style="font-size: large;"><b>I don't know y'all is it just me or what? It seems like a decade of Mercury in retrograde or some such. I need to sage this house and start over one.more.time. I know that there are ghosts in the attic and all over the place but I reckon they watch over me every day. That's a good thing.</b></span><script async="async" data-cfasync="false" data-shr-siteid="58bea53cb7e6b83d6d170a560829bba6" src="//dsms0mj1bbhn4.cloudfront.net/assets/pub/shareaholic.js" type="text/javascript"></script><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Today was a busy one involving visits with friends. My mission today was to find a flyswatter and I achieved that. Me and Reba may just smack that thing to death. Lunch was at Patsye's cottage in Finley. That little place is cute as heck and only about a curvy mile from the homeplace. I swear to you, there is an egg sign in the front yard on the way. Three bucks a dozen.</b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b>We talked a lot about memories and how we got from there to here. Patsye's food was great and I do believe that cornbread crustini will be in the Back Burner sometime soon. I was pretty glad to be visiting there instead of working down yonder.</b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b>It's so quiet out here that I can hear the birds singing their own songs. Doves are soothing. The rest of them just chirp because they're happy for the food. I haven't fed them this winter except for a few crackers now and then during the snow. But yet? They keep on coming back. That is faith ^j^</b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div>poopiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09823435887138178443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2963962908508142214.post-71973777440831021862024-02-14T12:56:00.000-08:002024-02-14T13:02:06.676-08:00going green<span style="font-size: large;"><b>It's been loud out here for a couple of hours with a plane flying low over the farm spreading fertilizer on the wheat. It already looks great and will probably make my grass grow too. Oh yay! I have checks ready for all the people that I owe and Mayberry is one of them. So is Butch. And Pierce. and ummm.</b></span><script async="async" data-cfasync="false" data-shr-siteid="58bea53cb7e6b83d6d170a560829bba6" src="//dsms0mj1bbhn4.cloudfront.net/assets/pub/shareaholic.js" type="text/javascript"></script><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b>I sold about a thousand bucks worth of Pampered Chef and thanks to all who ordered. I have a wish list of things that I would like to get with my part of total sales. I was about to have a beard so I went to Headlines to see that crew and Nina waxed my face smooth as a baby's butt. It was good to see all of 'em. There hasn't been much money in the budget for beautification, if you know what I mean. </b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Life is hard, according to Scott Peck. Every little hour and day and week of it presents new challenges. I was told yesterday that my eyesight, though not terrible, is on the downhill side. So are my kidneys. I had a long session today at Dynamix with my favorites and feel much better. Their client base grows by word of mouth because of their techniques which are not the usual PT. As long as I have 20 bucks I'll keep going back.</b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Tomorrow is food pantry day and I may be sore but I'll work through it. My partner and I can fill enough bags for the week in about an hour. Then, onto other adventures. Two of my fellow church members are on a mission trip in Honduras. When you look at the grand scheme of things and how fortunate we are, it's a wakeup call to help the least of these get electricity and water.</b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b>I have never been a Joel Osteen fan but I hate that another person with a gun went nuts and hurt others. Same for Kansas City. If we put all of our efforts toward responsible gun ownership instead of getting into the business of other countries, it might make a difference and save someone's life. Like kids and innocent by-standers. </b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b>I am such a little fixer of things like my mother. Secrets were hidden from me until I was way into adulthood and those things shaped my life. I knew bits and pieces but now they all fit together. With age, comes wisdom. Sometimes.</b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b>I scored zero on festivity at Dynamix today but some of them wore heart sweaters and hoodies. That made me happy and reminded me that it is, indeed, the day of love. My parents are celebrating their heavenly anniversary. </b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b>All is well ^j^</b></span></div>poopiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09823435887138178443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2963962908508142214.post-69697449269280654082024-02-13T13:04:00.000-08:002024-02-13T13:04:54.874-08:00doppelganger<span style="font-size: large;"><b>We have a local mail carrier in the city who looks JUST like Keith Urban. When I was leaving a friend's house today he was walking up to put her mail in the box and I hollered out "I guess nobody has ever told you who you look like!" He chuckled and said "Yeah, I get that all the time. Cutie patootie.</b></span><script async="async" data-cfasync="false" data-shr-siteid="58bea53cb7e6b83d6d170a560829bba6" src="//dsms0mj1bbhn4.cloudfront.net/assets/pub/shareaholic.js" type="text/javascript"></script><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b>I was without a laptop all weekend and thought I would go stir crazy. Since I have no "real" TV and the phone is way little I depend on this laptop for all things. I visited my local optometrist today, knowing that my vision was getting worse. He told me that I have some macular degeneration and referred me to a specialist in Jackson. I don't know if it's hereditary but my mother was legally blind when she died from the degeneration. He called it geographic degeneration whatever that means. He said that there are several new drugs on the market to treat the disorder but that means they will be expensive. Lerd.</b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Believe it or not, I still had pecans hitting the roof yesterday during the wind and rain. I'll give them a few days to dry out and finish up for this season. It's been a long one that started in October. My friend who has an orchard in Lake County told me that she had lost about 2000 pounds to poachers this season. When I last dropped off a load to sell, there was a guy on a bicycle in front of me who didn't have much. Evidently he made enough for some liquor because I saw him cruise up to the store on his bike. </b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b>The rose that Mamye got me is still not completely open and sits in my great grandmother's etched vase on the desk. I am weary and worried about a lot of things and honestly don't know who to believe anymore. I do know that something is out of whack with the universe because everybody is going through some drama. And it ain't even a full moon.</b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b>I hope that you all get some love and appreciation for V Day even if it's just a verbal "I love you." Poopie is acting up again and that will be a never ending saga. I ran out of wax rings that protect my stoma so I'm waiting for Amazon to deliver those. </b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Be safe. Keep the faith. And always remember who you are ^j^</b></span></div>poopiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09823435887138178443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2963962908508142214.post-79599426554555963182024-02-08T15:12:00.000-08:002024-02-08T15:12:48.328-08:00hackers suck<span style="font-size: large;"><b>There will be no more blogging until I get my laptop cleaned. My PayPal account has been compromised and a lot of other things. It's sort of hard to find somebody reliable to do a clean but this laptop is good and worth saving. My bank's fraud department has been notified about all of these issues and if I can find somebody to do the clean, I can retain online banking. This happened to me exactly one year ago when I was trying to recover Facebook. Live and learn girl. This kind of mayhem makes me want to just live on cash.</b></span><script async="async" data-cfasync="false" data-shr-siteid="58bea53cb7e6b83d6d170a560829bba6" src="//dsms0mj1bbhn4.cloudfront.net/assets/pub/shareaholic.js" type="text/javascript"></script><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b>I met my friend Mary today and we talked about everything and anything while sharing a table at Green Frog. Miss Reba's granddaughter is getting married tomorrow so we have to get her spruced up for a facetime attendance. That will be after an early PT appointment at Dynamix. Ironically, I missed my appointment with the ortho group today because I'm so disorganized. She told me if the PT was working not to come back so there ya' go. They are doiong wonders with this tired old body. </b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Mamye and I did her rounds today and she bought me lunch from Hippies. Casey Lou always has good club sammies and I asked for mine on untoasted bread. Much better! No lettuce or tomato...just meat. </b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b>I will see y'all on the other side of this, no matter what. And honestly? I can do what I need to do on my phone. And watch Netflix or read a book. Much less stressful. Y'all keep the faith ^j^</b></span></div>poopiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09823435887138178443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2963962908508142214.post-76562136015397483862024-02-07T11:38:00.000-08:002024-02-07T11:43:50.362-08:00under construction<span style="font-size: large;"><b> I've been pretty silent lately which is not like me. I remember one time that my friend Chuck in Washington told me that I was a consistent blogger. Ya' think? Not so much lately. I tend to write more when times are hard and right now I'm feeling blessed. I have a home and a cat, and a car and food. Many people would think that this is paradise. And to me? It is.</b></span><script async="async" data-cfasync="false" data-shr-siteid="58bea53cb7e6b83d6d170a560829bba6" src="//dsms0mj1bbhn4.cloudfront.net/assets/pub/shareaholic.js" type="text/javascript"></script><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b>I've gone full circle since I moved into this cabin in 1956. Somehow it took us a year to get out here but I was a newborn so I don't remember. Most of my memories are of growing up on this farm and all that was involved with that. Daddy always did a garden (huge) and Mama processed all of it by hook or crook. We always ate good, Daddy had cattle so there was the usual hay drop off for those heifers and their babies. One time my ex got caught by one of 'em and pinned in by the gate at pregnancy check time. He never helped again...LOL.</b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b>There were horses, one named Thunderbolt. He lived at the barn just right past my house. When I was on the hill, there were two. Poor Pride froze to death behind the barn and is buried there. I ran into Gerald Brandon at breakfast yesterday and asked about his 80th birthday party. He is now our Samaria Bend elder and has been for some time since Mozella passed. The rest of us will just have to keep the memories alive by word of mouth and pictures.</b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b>My most fav photo of all time is of this very cabin during the gravel road time in sepia tones. It was taken on the western side of Samaria Bend from the road. I'll have to find that one.</b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Y'all be blessed ^j^</b></span></div>poopiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09823435887138178443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2963962908508142214.post-91111183614225506642024-02-03T13:37:00.000-08:002024-02-03T13:37:40.588-08:00it is over (almost)<span style="font-size: large;">Patty and I have worked for about 3 months hard to harvest all the pecans that have fallen from Daddy's trees. O.M.G. what a bounty. I'm taking them to sell on Monday and will lift a bag. If they want 'em, help an old lady out.</span><script async="async" data-cfasync="false" data-shr-siteid="58bea53cb7e6b83d6d170a560829bba6" src="//dsms0mj1bbhn4.cloudfront.net/assets/pub/shareaholic.js" type="text/javascript"></script><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Meanwhile, mowing season is almost upon us so I need to pay Mayberry so he will continue to mow this acre. And Butch is on the top of the list also. It's so warm I have plenty of gas for the logs. I don't believe the central unit has kicked on in a week or more. I open the doors a lot. Propane stinks!</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">The peepers are all alive in February fashion. That's when I know that spring is on the way. In March, but don't plant before Good Friday. There WiLL be a freeze. It got my peach tree last year but those apples just kept on coming. Y'all be blessed. My friend Casey's mama died and there is a fish fry up at Mel's Diner to help cover expense. Ten bucks for a fish plate ain't a bad deal.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">I pray for all of us, all the time. Keeping the faith ^j^</span></div>poopiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09823435887138178443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2963962908508142214.post-60584138274474676732024-01-31T12:51:00.000-08:002024-01-31T12:51:58.548-08:00frankie<span style="font-size: large;"><b>I had the privilege of working with a lot of kick ass nurses back in the day. Frankie Carrol was one of them. He left Dyersburg for greener pastures in Memphis and died several years ago. His sister Molly had t-shirts made and I bought a couple just because. All proceeds went to his treatment. Since it has warmed up I am sleeping in a short sleeve shirt at night and Frankie's was the one I slept in yesterday evening. I go to bed early and don't get out at night thus, I am up at sunrise.</b></span><script async="async" data-cfasync="false" data-shr-siteid="58bea53cb7e6b83d6d170a560829bba6" src="//dsms0mj1bbhn4.cloudfront.net/assets/pub/shareaholic.js" type="text/javascript"></script><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b>I rolled the front yard today and got a lot of pecans but there are MORE. Daddy and God blessed us with all that so I won't give up. Maybe I can make enough to pay Mayberry off before mowing season. This is a big yard with a lot of limbs but I pick 'em up as they fall and the weather is good. He hates to get his mower tore up with sticks. </b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b>I don't read a lot of other people's stuff because I'm a writer. I have to tell you that Sean of the South</b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b> has my heart with his blog. He tells stories much better than me and I always end up going "hell to the yes!" It is everyday life stuff, memories if you will. But also an intricate story of all of his relationships. Like with Becca. Lots of people send him messages everyday titled Dear Sean. He has a wife and blind dog and blind child in no particular order. Dog's name is Magnolia and little girl is Becca. Dude reminds me of Clyde Edgerton. Pure southern charm with a bit of gritty truth.</b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b>I rolled a shit ton of pecans today and pecan season is almost over. I never thought it would last this long but, here we go. Rolling rolling rolling! Y'all be faithful and for God's sake....don't pass in the turn lane. Jesus don't like that ^j^</b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div>poopiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09823435887138178443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2963962908508142214.post-37873010752521230232024-01-27T13:25:00.000-08:002024-01-27T13:25:11.127-08:00road rage<span style="font-size: large;"><b>I have witnessed two events this past week where people were on a mission to raise hell with another driver. The first one was somebody in a black truck on my ass on Forrest Street as I was turning left onto 51 S. When the light changed, I turned and he continued to be on my bumper. I could not see the right lane because he was obstructing my view. He followed closely for about 100 yards and then passed me in the turning lane going about 80. Loud truck and reckless driving. And then a couple of days ago I was coming out of Los Lomas and walked into a full fledged verbal fight in the parking lot. Evidently somebody got mad because they didn't yield over there by Save A Lot and almost got hit. These idiots followed the other driver up to the restaurant and proceeded to start a shouting match. I just stood there like "wtf" and so did my friends on the backside of it. Danny's eyes met mine and we just stood still until both cars left. It was obvious to me that car number 2 followed car 1 to vent. Lerd, it was ugly! </b></span><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b>I have to admit that I was very pissed off when the black truck did his thing. But I was also scared. I am a cautious driver who uses blinkers faithfully following my eighteen wheeler wreck. Hopefully I can afford the co-pay to continue PT "as ordered." They are working on my entire right side which is what hurts from the neck down. My arthritic joints won't pop so there ya' go. Osteoarthritis ain't no joke. According to my rays there is significant damage to multiple spinal spaces. How nice!</b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Me and Carol ate at Piggin' Out in the rain again. We were there before the doors opened and Wade was eating something and off for the weekend. They have great food and service. I bought my friend Darryl a t-shirt there that I'm sure he will treasure. All those people in Florida will be like "where is Dyersburg anyway?" Northwest Tennessee y'all. Come see us. We have Reelfoot Lake and the mighty Mississippi all the way down the western half, dividing us from Missouri and Arkansas. </b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Once upon a time I was a shuttle driver for Quapaw Canoe based in Clarksdale, MS. I got lost a lot on those trips to put in and take out but I learned a lot about the Big Muddy. John Ruskey and Mike Clark did a re-creation of the Lewis and Clark expedition at DSCC and I saw the story in our local paper. From that came an honest friendship over the years with river lovers everywhere. Brian Waldrop. Bernie Arnold. Jim Jayroe. Bubba Stafford. Joey Pritchett. This farm is surrounded by the mighty Forked Deer which causes problems at times when it gets muddy, but for the most part is a nature preserve. Me and Reba watched a show about those little puffer birds today and I learned something new. Also that she ate breakfast with Elvis and was good friends with Carl Mann. Go figure.</b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Y'all be safe and stay inside with your animals. Keep the faith ^j^ </b></span></div>poopiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09823435887138178443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2963962908508142214.post-9112942968821002662024-01-26T12:26:00.000-08:002024-01-26T12:26:43.822-08:00the list<span style="font-size: large;"><b>It is on a legal pad on the mess that I call a desk. The names change daily and as I look at it I remember all those who are praying for me and mine. As Christians, that's all we have been taught. Oh, we know the evils of greed and control only as something that is normal...I mean hey. America's got us right? </b></span><script async="async" data-cfasync="false" data-shr-siteid="58bea53cb7e6b83d6d170a560829bba6" src="//dsms0mj1bbhn4.cloudfront.net/assets/pub/shareaholic.js" type="text/javascript"></script><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Many times I think not. There is a raging hissy fit going on about bi-partisan support for immigration upgrades. Obviously, the fence didn't work. Haley can take him if she steps up her game with people who tend toward moderate GOP policy. It ain't rocket science, nope there is Elon the king of the whole world. Well, and also Putin and the Ukraine leader. And that short fat little thing over in NK. They all inherited their places in government. Always remember, consider the other side and meet in the middle in the very most intention to "do no harm."</b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b>If you travel back in history, a bunch of Europeans migrated here up there in New York on boats and stuff. I am part British (Stafford) and part French (Agee). Thanks for showing me my roots y'all! The last I remember it all started in Blue Mountain Mississippi. By the way, they had music school attended by the late Charlene Fisher. I remember one family reunion down there at somebody's house and us kids running around like the lil' children that we were. There was fried chicken plus 30 sides and pie like you wouldn't believe.</b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b>I remember screen doors slamming and lots of catching up. That doesn't much happen anymore. My family is scattered but we have a history together that weaves a story which we all share. I want Reaves to know about those stories and her history. With all of my heart ^j^</b></span></div>poopiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09823435887138178443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2963962908508142214.post-43643591671734983052024-01-23T12:20:00.000-08:002024-01-23T12:20:01.828-08:00holier than thou<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Today is the 7th anniversary of my mama's death and I miss her like crazy still. She was my go to in a house full of males. She had been in hospital hospice for about two days before her death. I was still working there at the time. It snowed the day before she died, like really hard and icy. My youngest brother Tommy was with her because I called and he drove a long way to be here. LP spent the last day sleeping beside her after her night shift at the nursing home. The funeral was cold and slippery at the graveyard. God bless all those pall bearers and Curry Funeral Home. This was only five months after Daddy had passed and she moved into assisted living. Following 2 hip surgeries that she sailed through, she developed diverticulitis which would have required yet another surgery. My buddy Jimbo told me that it wasn't an option....she would not survive. So we made a family decision to give her dignity at the end of life. She did not suffer after that and was quite alert until the end when Tommy saw her raise a hand toward heaven and to Daddy. Another piece of my heart went with her. </b></span><b style="font-size: x-large;">The irony of it is that several years later I ended up almost dying from diverticulitis. I remember watching the sunrise from my window at Baptist East and telling her "hey mama." I knew that she would always be with me at that moment. She is watching Reaves grow from heaven and sending down prayers for resolution. </b><div><b style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></b></div><div><b style="font-size: x-large;">Humility is something that I am very good at most of the time. When i start getting prideful and controlling God smacks me in the face with messages of grace and love and healing. I ask for the help but I am guilty of like "praying on the spot" when a crisis develops. </b></div><div><b style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></b></div><div><b style="font-size: x-large;">My immediate family is in crisis right now and I ask for prayer ^j^</b></div>poopiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09823435887138178443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2963962908508142214.post-75693752831822982952024-01-21T13:11:00.000-08:002024-01-21T13:11:01.735-08:00giving up<span style="font-size: large;"><b>There have been so many times that I just felt like giving up and letting other people abuse me mentally. I won't go into detail but umm...you can look back in the archives when you got a week or two to kill. The toxic relationships that brought me to therapy at 32 were mild by some standards. But they were real to me and Bev kicked my ass for two years exploring why I wanted to be such a "good girl". It's how I was raised y'all. I had my moments as a teenager but turned out pretty good. The UMC has been central in supporting my faith journey through the years and that's worth more than gold. </b></span><script async="async" data-cfasync="false" data-shr-siteid="58bea53cb7e6b83d6d170a560829bba6" src="//dsms0mj1bbhn4.cloudfront.net/assets/pub/shareaholic.js" type="text/javascript"></script><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b>There is a part of me that has NEVER given up but then another part that fails to launch. Poops is sort of stuck in the middle there trying to enjoy life. Physical therapy at Dynamix has been a great experience because it's full body. What once was sore is shifting to the other side and kind of evening things out. Felicia told me about these cool electrolyte packets that Gay had introduced me to. It reminded me to stay hydrated which means not just tap water. </b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b>The snow is still hanging around waiting for another one. This week is all rain but warmer. Those pecans are out there drying in the sun so I reckon they need to be picked up ^j^</b></span></div>poopiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09823435887138178443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2963962908508142214.post-40445596410954099442024-01-18T08:37:00.000-08:002024-01-18T08:45:11.520-08:00enough already<span style="font-size: large;"><b>It happens every year. Kids are back in school after Christmas break wintry stuff moves in. We had a decent snow with no ice and were JUST about thawed out when, here comes ice and more single digits. My propane guy said he has 317 people on his list with me being one of them. His supplier is not delivering to him thus, he can't deliver to us. In his words "I don't know what we're gonna' do." Trucks are not running to stores so I'm glad I have bread, milk and toilet paper. The older and more arthritic I get the more I understand why Daddy hated winter. </b></span><script async="async" data-cfasync="false" data-shr-siteid="58bea53cb7e6b83d6d170a560829bba6" src="//dsms0mj1bbhn4.cloudfront.net/assets/pub/shareaholic.js" type="text/javascript"></script><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Lauren and Reaves broke the Elf on a Shelf mold this year and instead had a gnome who acts up. He made a mess last night and Reaves decided that today is his birthday so they are making a cake for the occasion. He is now officially the Valentine's day gnome. </b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b>We are soooo not prepared in the South for this type of weather. I remember back in the day they used to spread cinders which worked quite well. I don't know happened to that practice but this salt spraying thing just doesn't get it done. Today's prediction is ice, dangerous for driving and known to drop power lines. I made an early run to town and it was already freezing drizzle. </b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b>My friend is a breast cancer survivor and has chosen to go the CBD route which is quite effective in her case. For the life of me I cannot understand why it is illegal in so many states. Tennessee is surrounded by states where THC is legal for both medicinal and recreational use. Good Lord. It's a plant and could increase tax revenue for those who have the foresight to get on the bandwagon. Gambling is much more addictive than pot and it's legal here through the lottery. Go figure. I'm too cheap to do scratch off so I'll buy a 2 dolla' Powerball when it gets pretty high. I see people sitting in their cars scratching off their cards and then going back in for more Lerd, give me 5 bucks and I give you 10. The industry has, however, funded a lot of scholarships for those in need. That started the year after my daughter could benefit from it so she took out a student loan to get a BSW. Worked third shift and commuted to UTM all week. And there were few jobs, mostly in for-profit mental healthcare..It ain't pretty with a caseload like that.</b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b>After she had worked with PCS for almost a year, she came upon a wreck on Hwy 51 close to Trimble. She was the only one around so she checked the pulse of this woman and stayed with her until EMS arrived. She was about to be married and her pictures were strewn all over the place. I have never heard such wailing as I heard from my baby that night. The lady's friends were all so appreciative to know how it was for her when she died. Angel work. Keep the faith ^j^</b></span></div>poopiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09823435887138178443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2963962908508142214.post-26610663206843269602024-01-15T10:04:00.000-08:002024-01-15T10:07:06.057-08:00snow day musings<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Well y'all. Winter is officially here there and everywhere. I feel very fortunate to have only gotten about 2 inches with the bulk of it going south. Bubba has been here three times to work on my gas logs so I'm inching my way up to near 65 with two heaters going to help chase the chill. This will be a very long week. Just saying.</b></span><script async="async" data-cfasync="false" data-shr-siteid="58bea53cb7e6b83d6d170a560829bba6" src="//dsms0mj1bbhn4.cloudfront.net/assets/pub/shareaholic.js" type="text/javascript"></script><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b>It's only 11am and feels like it should be six pm. The world sort of stops turning in our parts when the weather is bad because it only happens a couple of times a year. My projects for the day are A. Match up socks and B. move the office away from the north windows to an inner wall. That should give me plenty to do when I can't go anywhere. I'ma gonna' put Kondo on Casa Poopie.</b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b>I pray that you all stay safe and warm. For many years I had to show up at the hospital come flood or blizzard. One year my boss's husband picked us all up in his truck and took us back home. Yes, we are that important. Healthcare practitioners don't ever get a snow day. That's what "on call" beds are for.</b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Keep the faith ^j^</b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div>poopiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09823435887138178443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2963962908508142214.post-59676780890064766762024-01-13T11:59:00.000-08:002024-01-13T11:59:00.771-08:00happy stomaversary<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Poopie is officially four years old today and I'm still alive. The closest call since then was when the 18 wheeler hit me in just the right place to cause a month of stress. I don't remember much about either event except for the loud horn before the crash. The entire day that I was in Dyersburg ER, I remember nothing. Next thing I knew I was at Baptist East in ICU with Asian death wailing next door. I remember the extubation and trying to talk before that. They had to hit this old gal with Propofol to settle me down. </b></span><script async="async" data-cfasync="false" data-shr-siteid="58bea53cb7e6b83d6d170a560829bba6" src="//dsms0mj1bbhn4.cloudfront.net/assets/pub/shareaholic.js" type="text/javascript"></script><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b>As with any chronic condition, unless you have lived it you just don't get it. My insurance pays for physical therapy and my lower back and right hip need it. She did dry needling and a whole bunch of hands on pulls and pushes. When I mentioned to her that I had experienced MFR treatments in the past she was tickled to death that I knew what fascia is. Said deer hunters get it more than anybody because when they skin 'em...you know. There's that stubborn fascia to be cut off! I want to personally thank Gay for teaching me about the healing arts. </b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b>I'm still running the pecan roller because I refuse to let the last of the crop go to the squirrels..they have already had their share. Poops is kind of lost right now, which is okay. We all have those times when we need a friend or ten. Mamye and I stopped by Hippies at the Pavilion to see Casey Lou and we all about cried. What a sweetheart.</b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b>I hope you get enough snow to make a tiny person and dress it up. Just enough for a snow angel before the birds track it up. Back when I had three dogs there was yellow snow everywhere.</b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Y'all be safe and faithful. And always remember who you are ^j^</b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div>poopiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09823435887138178443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2963962908508142214.post-86774432724861950322024-01-11T12:16:00.000-08:002024-01-11T12:16:38.457-08:00the power of love<span style="font-size: large;"><b>I noticed a nice big expensive fence behind the building that was recently bought by former members of DFUMC. Those of us who stayed are having a great time carrying on. but there are no fences. A lot of our ministry is to the least of these, like those who have no food. Medicaid and SNAP both went heads down. And our POTUS is taking the blame as are all democrats and progressives.</b></span><script async="async" data-cfasync="false" data-shr-siteid="58bea53cb7e6b83d6d170a560829bba6" src="//dsms0mj1bbhn4.cloudfront.net/assets/pub/shareaholic.js" type="text/javascript"></script><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b>For the life of me, I cannot understand greed. If I have enough and a little extra? I tip. Not as good as Mamye but......I've been rolling the yard all day trying to get the crop into the house. I didn't get 'em all but made a valiant effort. Headed back out there. Faith is what keeps us going ^j^</b></span></div>poopiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09823435887138178443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2963962908508142214.post-81653573402839701882024-01-05T14:22:00.000-08:002024-01-05T14:22:07.123-08:00train<span style="font-size: large;"><b>The low long whistle just ended on the nearby railway. It's not enough to shake the house but you can hear that lonely sound for miles. Usually around now. My friend Joe introduced me to the music of Train and I immediately fell in love. With him and that group. He really wasn't into me so that didn't work out but he did get married to a lady who cared for him very much. I am friends with his daughter and she has lost both parents in a short period. I can relate girl.</b></span><script async="async" data-cfasync="false" data-shr-siteid="58bea53cb7e6b83d6d170a560829bba6" src="//dsms0mj1bbhn4.cloudfront.net/assets/pub/shareaholic.js" type="text/javascript"></script><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b>I know a guy whose parents died on the SAME DAY which I think is pretty cool. One big funeral and lots of leftovers. I don't care who you are, those sides are to die for. My Mom was the casserole queen. One of my favorites was a green pea and ham recipe with, of course, cream soup. We always had something tasty and her beef and tomato sauce rice thing was a classic. I remember these things now because I miss her and I like to cook. I sub with healthier versions of things most of the time. </b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b>New cat has become a bit more friendly by coming on the porch and playing with Rosie. One of 'em killed a bird on the back porch and left the guts and feathers for Mom. Thanks y'all.</b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b>It's cold but manageable. I can't imagine being in the deep snow spots like my friend Pax in Jersey. We had i inches out here on Samaria Bend one night and I attempted to drive through it in a Camry. Daddy rescued me with a tractor. He was cool like that. </b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b>BG has recovered from the concussion and it's a miracle. I've had a few in my life and it ain't fun. I remember when she was four and Noler had a fishing boat and trailer in the yard on Tickle. She was crawling around, fell and ended up with a big head wound. Fortunately we were about one block from the hospital. She bled and bled and my paramedic friend Terry D Nash pressed a stack of 4x4s to stop the bleeding. The surgeon on call stitched it up. She turned out fine. She and the tribe may visit tomorrow. All is well on the farm ^j^</b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><br /></div>poopiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09823435887138178443noreply@blogger.com0