One of my most recent favorite stories…

One of the purposes of this blog is for me to write down some of my favorite memories so that I can hang on to them in this fast paced, short-lived life. I was my papa’s only grandchild. He thought I could do no wrong when I was a kid and he was my favorite. My parents had me when they were 18 so they jumped at most any opportunity to lovingly pawn me off to any trusted relative so they could have some honeymoon time 😉. Anyway, last year Papa had a bad stroke at the ripe old age of 81. It robbed him of the use of his left side and gave him a nice little gift of dementia. Up until the stroke he was sharp as a tack and kept the roads hot (well, as “hot” as an 81 year old driver could) and went to eat at his favorite restaurant everyday. After a week in intensive care and then almost another week on the neuro floor, he went to live in hell–I mean a nursing home. After a couple of months there his wonderful insurance was fixing to kick him out, so I wanted him to live with us. My husband never batted an eye and gladly accepted the challenge. Papa, who evidently had ran out of circulating blood when he was about 72 years old because he froze even in the summer and used to keep his house so hot I always expected to see satan jump out from behind his green Naugahyde recliner when I walked in his house. I always keep my house about 70 degrees. The first morning he was here, one of the caretakers had come to help me change him and reposition him because my husband was gone. When I woke Papa up, he looked up from his hospital bed and said, “has the furnace done went plumb out?!?” It just struck me funny since I thought it was rather warm. After that I got him an electric blanket and it stayed on 24/7.



A little bit about me, because I know you have all been wondering…. I am a mother of one, trying to conceive, nurse, wife, teacher, and all around sweet person :-). I have a warped sense of humor and laugh more than most adult women probably should, but I’m happy and at the age now, I don’t care what anyone thinks of me. It’s wonderful. Looking back at things and how important that is for most of your early adult life, and then, to actually really not give two poops about anyone’s opinion, priceless!! I live in a little town, where I was born and raised. I work about 45 minutes from my home because all the jobs have went away here. I love my son fiercely, but I don’t think he does no wrong, he’s had his share of punishment and as an almost 12 year old, is a true joy to be around. He is homeschooled and is so smart, he makes me proud all the time. My husband and I are going to celebrate our first anniversary very soon. I have already gave him his gift because it was concert tickets and the band wouldn’t wait until February 11, to come play then. I’m excited to see what he gets me, he’s the most wonderful man when it comes to holidays and surprises. I come to expect big things, even if its just a little something. Little things always mean the most anyway!!