Dr. Dr.

Well I survived the lovely carpel tunnel surgery. I got my stitches out the other day and it is looking good. It was not as bad as I anticipated it would be. The pain was just the first few days. I have to wear a brace and try and build the strength in it back up for about 6 weeks. I went back to work a week early, I figured I can use my left hand like I am at home and get paid for it.
I woke up in the operating room while they were bandaging it up. My Dr. said I did great and I said "Thanks Mr. Dr., I do what I can". I remember saying it but I could not figure out why they all starting laughing until later. When the Dr. came and talked to me in recovery, apparently I felt that I was close enough to him at this point to call him by his first name, Paul. I didn't feel the same bond when I went back for my post op visit. I am thinking ..... maybe it had something to do with the drugs... maybe.
I do not understand this one thing and I do not think it is fair. Why is it that you have to have surgery to get really good sleep???

Boy am I old!

Matt and Miranda Jo got a trampoline. Need I say more? Of course when my grand kids got on it and said "Grandma come jump" I could not say no. Wow I should of. We had so much fun jumping and laughing and jumping and falling and jumping and getting off and not being able to walk for days. Of course the kids were fine, it was grandma they almost had to carry off on a stretcher.
Hearing the giggles and seeing their little faces made it well worth it.

Thanks Matt and Mo for making your house the place to be!!!


Other than the fact that my knees have felt like someone took a baseball bat to them, it was a lot of fun. What a reminder of how old I am getting, I used to jump with the kids when they were young and it did not hurt for days after. Oh well it is what it is.

Where's Toto?????

I was at work this past Saturday and I was the last one there. I had heard they were calling for severe thunderstorms. It started to rain and really thunder. Then I could hear it getting harder and harder. The lights flickered and I went and got some flash lights. (Apparently I thought I needed more than one so I got 4) There a very few windows at the back of the PO where I was so I could not see what was going on I could only hear it and not very well because of being in the back. The electricity went off for a minute and then back on. I was able to finish up and head out. When I got outside there was no traffic lights working there was a ton of water and all kinds of stuff on the roads. Sirens were going and police were all over the place directing traffic.  Apparently while I was so diligently working a Tornado had touched down just down the street from where I was. WOW who knew, I guess not me. Matt called me a little bit later to see if I was ok. His wife had been in lock down at the Mall where she works and they had just let them out to go home. I did not realize until today when I got to work the damage that was done to some peoples homes and farms and some businesses. It's crazy, I never thought I would say this, but I am glad I was at work and not driving home. All the family are fine.
There I was, by myself not having a clue what was going on in the outside world. See what the Post Office does to you!!!! 

The Gift

I went to Utah recently to visit my family. While I was visiting with my father the topic of painting came up. I have always thought my father to be a fantastic artist.  Many, many times I have asked him to paint something for me or please let me have one of the paintings he has already done. I have never succeeded at getting one of his paintings, and now he is 80 I know that will not happen. But he did give me something that most people would think to be silly. I was and will always be very touched by this gift. When painting you get up and down often to stand back and look at what you have painted.  You are trying to get a different perspective on the work you just did. My dad gave me an item that is the opposite of a magnifying glass. It looks just like one but it actually puts distance on the item that you are looking at so you do not have to keep getting up to look at your painting.
It is not the item really that touched me, it is the fact that it is what he has used for years and years to paint with.  He has given me Birthday and Christmas presents all my life but he has never given me something that belonged to him.

I did not have the opportunity to be raised around my father so this gave me a little piece of him that touched my heart more than he will ever know.

"It's okay to be ordinary"

I find it awfully funny that my sister, Julies  blog site is titled "It's okay to be ordinary". I was out there this past week and I want to share with you some of the "Ordinary" that I saw!!!!!!
I will let you be the judge, do you think this looks "Ordinary"?

Appreciation

I just got home from a trip back to Utah. It was so wonderful seeing all my family and I even ran into an old friend from High School. It is so neat to go home and feel the love from everyone. I was stressed and worried and scarred about the trip. Some of my family and loved ones are sick with terminal illness, some are just ageing. I did not know if I would be able to face it all at once. I knew the trip would be a bitter sweet one. I was not sure how to act, what to say. I was not sure how I would handle it when I saw them all. I decided to just be me, that is all I have to offer.
Sometimes life has a way of dragging you down and you wonder if what you are doing even makes a difference. I go home and see my family and it is so great to know that not only have they touched my life but in some way you have touched theirs. Then when I come back home and the welcome from my children and grandchildren really lets me know that I was missed. Every once in awhile you have to just step back from it all to really apprecitate everything and everyone you have in your life.
You gain strength, courage, confindence and appreciation with every experiance in which you really stop and look fear in the face.