The Graft Is Not Fusing

The last time we went to the back doctor he told Pop that the left side of his back is not fusing properly.  Pop said, "exactly what does that mean"?  The doctor told him that the graft is what holds the screws in place.  When they do a T-lift they do a bone graft over the top of the screws, that is what holds them in place so it is a must for the graft to fuse.  If it does not fuse they will have to go back in a redo the graft.  Pop is in a lot of pain, but he still gets out and does things.  Today it was a beautiful day and we worked outside most of the day.  He can ride the mower for short periods of time so he mulched some of the leaves and I took the blower and cleaned up the driveway.  Then I decided to give our truck a bath!!  I get so tickled at Pop.  Every time I start to wash the truck he'll say that he will have Jose do it.  (Jose is our handyman)  I've been waiting two years for him to get Jose to was the truck!!  I just went ahead and washed it this evening and even cleaned the inside.  My oldest son will be surprised!  He teases me all the time about washing the truck. He knows how I hate a dirty car!!

Blogging

My daughter-in-law and I were talking about her blogs and she said mom you really should try it, I think you would be really good at it.  I thought about it for quite some time, then decided that I would give it a try.  I really do enjoy writing and sharing my thoughts, memories and family recipes.  The recipe blog was started so that I could share those family recipes with that very daughter-in-law.  She is really more than just my daughter-in-law she is more like a daughter.  She is so good to my son, his daughter and my grandson which they have custody of.  She earns extra money doing word ads with links on her blog.  I am trying to learn how to do that as well.  It can be quite discouraging at times, but I will just keep working away at learning how to be a blogger and trying to earn money at home.  Thank goodness I don't have to depend on it for paying the rent or eating! Thank You all for stopping by and have a blessed day.

Broken Bones

How many of us as children or adults have broken bones.  We can remember the pain, being scared if you were young.  Yesterday my oldest son called, he was on his way to the emergency room, his daughter had fallen on the playground and broken her arm in two places!!  I live five hours away, do you know how hard it was for me to sit here and wait for the phone call that told me she was okay.  I know that there are a lot of grandparents like me who live far away from their children and grandchildren, sometimes it makes me cry when I can't be with them.  Both breaks were below the elbow and they set it without doing surgery.  I hope that it mends without them having to do surgery later on.  She has some good doctors, their group set my wrist a number of years ago, but it was not complicated.  I told my son this morning if they were not satisfied with these doctors to take her to Birmingham.  I am going to get them the phone number for the surgeon who fixed my shoulder. Her Okasan and I text off and on to keep us in the loop.  They did prep her for surgery just in case, so after they set it, she was in recovery for a while.  When she got back to the room, I sent a text telling her we loved her and her response was so sweet.  She said, "I love you too, jingle bell pawpaw for me".  You see when she was little, she and her pawpaw would sing jingle bells to each other every time they got on the phone.  Now they have turned it into a game to see who can catch who off guard and get them first.  Her pawpaw said, " of all things for that girl to be thinking about", but she got him first, with a little help from mawmaw.  Gosh I want to just go and hug her up!!!!!

Old Pictures

Last night I decided that I wanted to look through my  old pictures.  I have pictures going back to before I was born.  As I looked through them, some made me laugh and some made me cry. There were pictures of my mom's parents who died shortly after I was born and a couple of my mom's grandmother.  You can see the Cherokee in her!! I was told she had a heck of a temper, guess that's where I got it from. I love to look at the pictures of my dad when he was a young man, my youngest son looks a lot like him.  There is this one where my mom was clowning being silly, that's a side of her we didn't see often enough.  There were some of my grandson skating before he even learned to walk!  Then there was this hilarious photo of my two boys when the oldest first got into weight lifting, they are standing outside striking body building poses and the youngest thinks he's as built as his brother(at the time the youngest was just a little heavy).  I even have a picture of me when I was about 4 years old laying on the hood of a '57 ford, and another of me standing by that same '57 when I was 16. That '57 became my first car.  My dad had gotten it for my brother when he graduated boot camp, and it was just passed around the family.  It was wrecked numerous times, but I did the final number on it!  I loved that old car!  My mom really liked pictures and I guess that is where my son got his first interest in photography.  He is such a great photographer! He is so creative and pays such attention to detail. I guess you can tell I am very proud of him.  Have a blessed day and thank you for stopping by my blog.

Lone Star Quilt

About 30 years ago I started a red, white, and blue lone star quilt.  I had forgotten all about it until I was writing a post about quilting.  I went out to the barn yesterday and went through some boxes and found that unfinished quilt top. I took it up to the loft in the house which serves as a guest room, office and sewing room.  I spread it out on the bed and took out the unfinished pieces.  Boy my sewing was not that great!!  My seams are way to big! I may even have rip those seams out and start over on some pieces.  I counted pieces and realized that I am two pieces short.  I hope that after all these years I can find some material to match.  I got to thinking, why did I not finish this quilt?  After giving it some thought I remembered that I had spilled some coke on those two missing pieces and had just never taken the time to get the cloth to fix it.  So that is my first winter sewing project.  Finish that top and get it quilted.  I'll have to make  a set of quilt frames because my sister has  my mom's.  So when I finish it I will post a pic and update you on my progress from time to time.  I hope it doesn't take me until spring to finish it!!!  Thank you so much for stopping by my blog.  God Bless and have a great day.

My Dad really wanted

another boy, but he got stuck with me instead.  He was one hell of a man!  I really didn't know just how special my dad was until he was gone.  I was my daddy's baby girl and to a great degree I was spoiled.  By the time I got old enough to really be of any help to the family we had moved to the city.  My dad had hurt his back farming and my brother got him a job as a janitor at the plant where he worked.  I was your typical teenager.  I didn't cause too much trouble but when I did my dad would sometimes not talk to me for weeks.  Although he didn't tell me he loved me or that he was proud of me very often I knew that he loved me.  Even after I got married I would go back and help my parents as much as I could.  Please take the time to tell your parents that you love them.  Take time from your busy lives, to help them with their day to day life.  Fix the pipes, get the groceries, take them out for coffee.  Talk over old times and give them all the love you can, because they won't be here forever.

Mouse In The Potato Field

Don't you dare put that thing on me!!   We were out in  the field picking up potato's.  You see back when I was growing up they didn't have fancy machines to do the work, people did it.  The man that we share cropped with would bring in  a crew of Mexicans to pick up the first round and then we would go back over the field and pick up the left overs.  I was really to little to do to much, so  I would pick up a few and put them in Mama's sack.  Then I noticed a mouse running around over the field.  I got this great idea to catch that mouse and put it on my sister!! Yeah that's what little sisters do!!  I spent the better part of the day chasing that mouse.  My mom said, "you catch him and he is going to bite you".  Well that didn't deter me as I could imagine my sister running and screaming.  He would hide and I would pick up potato's for a while. Close to the end of the day I had all but given up on catching him, he was really fast.  I got lucky!!!! I caught him and headed straight for my sister!  As expected she started screaming and hollering for Mama!!  Just as I was about to put him on her he curled up and bit my finger!  Gosh did it hurt!!  I dropped the little booger and mama was just a laughing! She said serves you right, you should have listened.  Yeah but it was worth it!!!