Weekend Update

Last weekend was filled with anxiety, worrying about Nocona, I have to tell you, I hardly slept at all. I kept checking her breathing to make sure she was still alive. What a change a week makes, Nocona is very alert, she is eating, drinking, walking somewhat effortlessly and she is back to being feisty.
What a difference 7 days makes, in 6 days the Lord made the earth, in 7 I have a dog that is no longer on the brink of death. I believe in prayer, and I believe all the people who prayed for Nocona made a difference. I am so grateful she is mending beautifully, so grateful I am not one of those people who blindly follow whatever a doctor says.
I saw how wrong doctors could be, first with my grandmother, when she broke her hip, the doctor said she would never walk again, well, she did. Then when Jeffrey was born we were told he would always have breathing problems and never be able to run and play like the other kids. Well he didn’t and he did, he did not have breathing problems and he was able to run and play with the other kids. He also played sports, something the doctor said he would never do, I don’t buy into doctors knowing everything. I don’t believe in fatalistic diagnosis, I believe in the power of prayer and positive thinking.
Sometimes I don’t think doctors take into consideration the human element of their patients, the ability to think positive, to allow God to do His will. There are some things that happen in this world that are inexplicable, some things we should not try to explain. This is one, I’ll take it, I’ll take Nocona getting better, eating, drinking, being feisty, she is well-loved and knows it.
Tomorrow starts my new shift, I will be working 4 days in a row, what on earth will I do! This has not happened in a while, the hours are really new to me, 10 am to 9pm, I have never worked that late in the evening before. I hope I stay awake. I am not even joking about that one, anyone who knows me, knows that I am used to going to sleep by 8pm. This is a whole new adventure, I must say I am looking forward to not waking up at 4AM. That is going to be a treat, I am also way excited to be able to get Tess on Friday after school Jeffrey’s weekends again.
Well, not a lot more new here, status quo as it were, it is a full evening of television viewing for me, first up, The Real Housewives of New Jersey, followed by the Walking Dead, Once Upon A Time and ending with Revenge, sleep, and awake in the morning at an hour that does not make most people flinch.

Monday, Funday

I am so excited, this is my last week on this schedule, I will be Monday through Thursday beginning next week, which means I can get Tess every other Friday! I have missed our outings more than I can say, must plan something special for this upcoming one. I hope this Monday finds everyone is good spirits, sound minds, sound body’s and looking forward to your day.
Nocona continues her road to improvement I am happy to report, she is eating, drinking and last night turned in a circle three times before lying down. Huge improvement, she is clear eyed and alert, she is still having issues walking, but she is trying.
I have a confession, I love reading my horoscope, not because I believe in that hokum, but because it amuses me. I am always on the verge of financial success, ruin or independence, I am always on the verge of meeting an extremely attractive stranger, or breaking up, or I should hide under the covers. That one I like..
My mom used to read her horoscope, she used to call them the horriblescopes, and she would read it at the end of the day. I asked her why she did that, her answer was so my mom, she said she wanted to see what she had missed.
She would read it, sit for a minute, and say, well I didn’t miss much, put the paper down and walk off whistling a happy tune. Some days I miss her more than others, but I relish the happy memories. October is a hard month, it is the month I lost Michael and the month I lost Sandi. However, I think of them and think of all of the good times, the laughter, the lessons I learned from each and it makes my heart lighter.
What really makes my heart lighter is the knowledge I will see everyone again someday, when it is my turn to go home, I know that wont be anytime soon. My people live a long time, I have a good 75 years left, but for them it will be nothing but the blink of an eye.
I am going to sign off now, off to work I go, must earn money to buy new shoes, Stormie is determined to eat mine.

Nocona Update

I have an update on Nocona, this morning she is clear eyed and trying to stand, best news is she “did her business”, which she had not done since Tuesday. She has been on stool softeners all week, it finally paid off, thankfully so, because the Vet said that was her big worry at this point.
She was able to walk a little outside and do her business, so things are looking up. When I picked her up Friday she was worse off than when I dropped her off. She was lethargic, and not moving at all, the vet said she probably would not last the night. Well she did, Elizabeth and I decided to take her off of her pain meds for the whole day of Saturday, because she was drugged up, you could see it in her eyes. By yesterday evening she was doing better, eating and drinking.
Today she has eaten a whole can of dog food and my tuna, she has also been drinking, then she sleeps. Which is kinda normal for her, and the Irishman, I feed him, he sleeps.
I am very happy, I am praying this is the first steps on the way to recovery, I know it won’t be all the way, she is after all 12, but I do hope this means we have many years left with her.

Nocona

As many of you know, I am an animal lover, I believe their behavior is rarely judgmental and they accept us as we are. They give unconditional love, they know when you are sad, they know when you need to pet them and let you know when they need you to pet them.
I have talked about Nocona in the past, she is one crazy girl, she is also loving and sweet and loyal, now it is our turn to be loyal to her.
I came home for lunch on Tuesday and found her on the floor, she was not moving she was just looking at me, I immediately called work and took the rest of the day off, then called the vet. It was lunch time and the receptionist explained I may have to wait. Then she said hold on and came back after a few minutes and said the vet was staying through her lunch.
I carried Nocona to the car, which was extremely sad, because normally when you say wanna go for a ride, she runs to the car and jumps in. We got there and they did an X-Ray and determined that she had an infection in her heart, which, the vet explained was transmitted by mosquitos. She also has a slipped disc, add constipation to the list and there you have it. The vet prescribed antibiotics and pain meds, which I picked up at a human pharmacy. So funny how much like us they are, I also give her fish oil now, the vet also said to give her pumpkin to help with her constipation issue, which she turned her nose up at. I now have to give her miralax to help with it.
She has gotten peppier, but now she cannot walk, she wants to, she tries, but her legs won’t obey her, back to the vet today, she said she is going to give her a steroid shot and aggressive pain meds. She believes we can ease her discomfort and she will be able to walk.
It was hard leaving her in the vet office this morning, the way she looked at me, her eyes said I can’t believe you are leaving me. I hugged her and told her I would be back, so back I go at 3:30 and am praying that the steroid treatment is going to work for her.
Pray with me animal lovers, I know you are plentiful out there, she is a good friend, a great member of our family and is loved by all that know her.
I’m not ready for her to join her friend in heaven and yes, I am one of those people who believe pets go to heaven. The bible tells us all that we love will be there. Well I love my pets and chocolate, so there ya have it.

Life

Yesterday the Irishman and I went to see Rush, the new Ron Howard film about Formula 1 racing greats James Hunt and Niki Lauda. Now I only know they are greats due to the hype about the movie, I do not watch any sports. Everyone knows that.
Watching the movie, I am kind of surprised that I don’t enjoy racing, I think I would, no, I know I would enjoy doing the racing, however watching cars go in a circle for hours on end. No thanks.
Watching this film, and it is a film, so not a run of the mill movie, I realized I squandered my youth. I didn’t seize the day like James Hunt did; he enjoyed every bit of life, all of it. It was an eye opener.
I left the theater with the realization that I am old and there are things I will never, ever do again in my lifetime. There are things I will never experience for the first time because I have left my youth behind me.
I will never again ride a horse, I haven’t since I was in my early 20’s, so I know this to be a true statement. I will never again go roller-skating, that season has gone from my life. I will never again party like a rock star, ok, I never did that one, but still, I will never stay up all night talking and making plans. Those days have passed me by. I will never go skiing again; I seriously hated the skiing part, please, going down a mountain on two little sticks. So not my idea of fun, but I have done it, I will never go again.
I know I will never drive on a racetrack, yes that was a dream, I love to drive fast, I would love to be in one of those Formula 1 vehicles and run it around the track once or twice. I know without a doubt that will not happen. The best I can do is go 90 on the highway, shhhh don’t tell.
I will never go skydiving, I have dreamed of this, but quite honestly my fear of heights has gotten worse with age and I would probably pass out when the plane door opened. So this is not for me, it has passed me by, so many things are passing my by at the speed of light.
I will never live to see the day that we travel in space for pleasure; I will never live to see the day that the Vulcans land. Metaphor for the alien race that is bound to show up one-day people, I really don’t expect Mr. Spock to land on my doorstep.
I am incredibly boring these days, I have no excitement to look forward to, no wonderful surprises left around the corner.
I hope my children enjoy their youth, I hope they live it to the fullest, get to experience life like I never had the chance to. I hope that they understand that their youth is for living life, for taking chances, for doing, going, living.
Because when one gets to my age, well, there is nothing left, no excitement, no fun, no rollercoasters of life to take you up and down. There is simply nothingness, an empty void of space, looking out to through the years with what if’s and coulda, woulda, shoulda.
I read books, I have my entire life, I have found my escape in them, I have lived a thousand lives, I have done things in my imagination that I would never have had the opportunity to in real life.
I have been a pirate; I have ridden a bull, driven a racecar and been the most beautiful woman alive. Imagination is way better than life; it gives you things that living cannot.
Do I wish my life had been different? No, I do not, I relish the role of mother, it is one that I take seriously, even now. I would not change anything, I just wish I had taken advantage of opportunities that I will never have again.
It has all passed me by.

New Baby

So the Irishman and I adopted a baby, she is 5 months old with amber eyes and red hair. She is full of life, happy, joyous, rambunctious and old fashioned fun.
For the first 5 months of her life she was raised outdoors, so house training her has been challenging, however crate training her has been easy.
Nocona seems ok with her, she has only snipped at her a couple of times and they have actually started playing together.
Which brings me to a long dormant segment “Does That Make My Dog Crazy”.
Stormie (our daughters name) has her own bed, it is lovely, big and brand new. I noticed that Nocona’s bed was missing its pillow. I walk over to Stormie’s bed and found that she has stolen the pillow and put it on her bed. She is lying there with her head on the pillow.
I stood there and she looked up and just grinned.
Life is going to be exciting.

Just Drive

As I was driving this morning I thought of my dad, he loved to drive and passed that down to me. There are two things about his driving that stand out, the first being if anyone pointed something out to him he would drive towards it. I learned not to do that due to the fact it was a little scary. The second was how fast he drove, one time, before I started driving, he pointed to a sign and said “see that number? It’s a suggestion.” It was the speed limit sign. I took that to heart, I literally cannot drive slow. Jeffrey asks me all the time “mom, how do you not get speeding tickets?” Well, the answer is simple, I’m cute, I’m personable and I make the highway patrol officers laugh.
The thing about driving fast is those of us who do have a tendency to go through life fast. It’s hard to slow down because we are so geared toward doing everything as fast as we possibly can.
It’s hard to turn that off, that feeling of urgency. I have a tendency to do things fast, I read fast, I type fast, I do everything fast. How does one slow down? That is the question of the day. Perhaps I should try driving slower, at least to the speed limit, although that will be difficult.
We got a new dog this weekend, Stormie, she is a Siberian Husky. I think you all know how I feel about those dogs. I do love the bigger dog, I call them dogs with heft. She is a sweet dog, good disposition, needs training, leash training, house training things like that. She is really smart, I think with work, consistency, discipline and love she will be an excellent dog, friend, companion and family member.
Special thanks to my friend Kat for transporting her to us! You totally rock!

Miley Cyrus

I haven’t written in a while because I have a lot in my head right now. I have about 15 different things rattling around in there, it gets crowded in my brain.
I think I’ll start with Miley Cyrus, nothing too controversial there. Right?
The VMA performance aside if one looks closely you can see shades of Lindsay Lohann and Amanda Bynes happening here. I have seen a lot of posts regarding this girl, and yes, she is a girl, not a grown woman. People like to pretend they are not bullies, but in reality we all have it in us. The vicious things people are saying is truly telling. These are the same people that will post an anti bullying meme and say this is an issue. However, because Miley is a famous person she is fair game. Is that right?
This is clearly a girl in turmoil, spiraling out of control at an exponential rate. She has stated she only sleeps 45 minutes at a time, combine that with the drug use (which she admits to) the lack of parental guidance, surrounding herself with people that will never tell her she is wrong, well it is an equation for a total implosion.
Social media is very telling, everyone becomes self-righteous and sanctimonious. Forgetting the things they did in their youth, once again I am beyond grateful there was no Facebook, Twitter, Instagram or anything else that could come back to haunt me.
Before anyone says oh she’s trying to to shed her Hannah Montana image, let’s take a look at some former child stars that did not feel the need to behave badly to prove they are adults.
Melissa Joan Hart, she grew up on television, the Nickelodeon channel was her home, then ABC. We all saw her go from child star to adult without twerking, without shedding her clothes and dignity. The difference between her and Miley? Melissa had a mother that made sure she was a parent first then a manager. Miley does not have that luxury, from all appearances her mother tells her everything she does is wonderful, in fact when she was barely 16 Annie Lebowitz was photographing her with very little clothing and in sexually provocative poses. With her parents on set approving every shot. Is anyone really surprised this is the road she is taking?
Now, her new song, Wrecking Ball, is really good, it is being overshadowed by the video. If one listens to the song they will get the symbolism of the naked on the wrecking ball scenes. The licking of the sledgehammer, that one escapes me. I do hope someone comes into her life soon that can sit her down and tell her the things she is doing for attention are detrimental not only to her physical well-being, but her mental health as well. Not to mention her career, from all accounts her new album is amazing. However, once again, being over-shadowed.
Oh, if you are one of these people that are speaking so badly about this girl, take a good long look at your daughters. If she were spiraling out of control and the whole world was witnessing it what would you like said about her?

Monday Thoughts

I wear a lot of hats, first and foremost is mother, then grandmother, I write a blog so everyone can see what goes on in my head, I do a radio show with my good friend Shanon Jay of KHVN, then there is my J. O. B. where I help people with their Internet. And the hat that sits above all of them is Christian. That’s the hat that I hear irritates some people. Well then I consider it a hat well worn.
People have the erroneous tendency to think of Christians as meek, mild, complacent creatures. I guess those people have never read the Bible. If they had said individuals would realize we are indeed radicals, free thinkers given free will to decide for ourselves how we believe and why we believe the way we do.
I spent my childhood learning the bible, reading it and as I matured, understanding it, as an adult applying the principles to my everyday life.
I had the great fortune to have some of the best Sunday School teachers in the world. Grace Wemberly, Caroline Hall, Ed and Fleeta Sunday, simply the best. There in Owasso, Oklahoma not only did I receive an amazing secular education I received the best religious, Christian education as well.
I believe it was by Devine intervention that I arrived in Owasso, there is no other explanation. I will be forever grateful that I was adopted by my mom and dad and raised in a place I could expand my mind and my soul.

Parenting

There is something that has been rattling around my head for about a week. Last week I wrote about watching The Walton’s. There was something John Boy said that has stuck with me. It struck a chord within me, I cannot shake it, he was showing a woman from New York around Walton’s Mountain. She said it must have been something to grow up here. He snorted and said children don’t grow up here, they get raised.
I thought about that, I was raised, I was raised to respect my elders, say yes ma’am, no ma’am, yes sir, no sir, to not talk back, to not correct adults. I was taught to take responsibility for my actions, that if I break the rules there would be immediate and harsh consequences.
Today children are simply growing up, the majority of America’s children don’t know discipline, they don’t know consequences. They don’t even know the definition of lying, of stealing; it is a scary thought to realize that these children will simply grow up to become adults. They will not be raised to adulthood, raised knowing consequences, rules, self-control; they will grow up thinking that whatever they do is fine. That they can lie, cheat and steal their way through life and there will be no consequences.
It is a scary prospect indeed, I know very few parents who actually instill a sense of morality within the children they are raising. There’s that word again, raise, the parents that are actually raising children knows that it takes hard work, discipline within themselves to teach their children discipline.
I don’t know when this happened, when did people think having children was only going to be fun? That they wouldn’t have to get their hands dirty, literally and metaphorically, they believe everything that their children tell them, when they say I don’t know, I didn’t do it, parents say ok and go on their merry way. Blaming everyone else for the shortcomings that their children display, teachers, especially have it hard these days.
A child doesn’t do their homework, gets bad grades, who gets the blame, not the child who didn’t do the work, nope, it’s the teachers fault. They should have helped the child more, seriously, seriously people. This is the fault of the home, the parents who choose not to parent, they want to be their children’s friends. Friendship with your child doesn’t come until they are in their 20’s and even then, you are still their parent. It is still the parent’s responsibility to tell the child, when they see them doing something detrimental to their well-being, that the parent knows won’t end well.
So, parents, raise your children, the rest of the world doesn’t want to have to deal with them when they are adults. Teach them manners, teach them morality, teach them not to talk back to adults, not to correct them and above all teach them about Jesus Christ! I cannot emphasize it enough, it is so important to know Jesus, to learn about God. To understand when the world is against us we have God in our corner.