wow it has been for-ever-er since i wrote here. my main computer died and had to be rebuilt, but the friend who was working on it moved away and some how computer disappeared?? and then my laptop was taken over by aliens...no not really...my hubby used it until in his musical look-up captured a virus/trojan and killed it too. so i was computer-less for a very long time. but i'm back now so you should see lots more writings now. lots to catch up on. see ya on the internet

I wrote this yesterday Saturday Nov 27,2010 'This day this hour I am thankful for my church men folk three in particular, Gene Styers, Mark Plummer and Jim Midkiff. They took their Saturday morning to come out to my leaf infested yard and move my leaves away from my house They brought their own leaf blowers and rakes. They all have homes and yards of their own but they did mine for me! Our church teaches service and they complied so well. I have so much respect and appreciation for them. My Dear Husband tried to help even with his oxygen tank on his back. He didn't do very well. He made the statement he was just lazy or he could have done it. That is NOT true he can't breath to do it. So that makes me especially grateful to the men from our church coming to help. Thanks ya'll. '
And this today
The leaves have been there for a while. My oldest son and his wife came out in June and helped with the front yard getting up last years leaves. That lasted about 3 months till more were down everywhere. We have loads of trees. But I am grateful for the trees because it cuts my light bill down far below my neighbors. Our home is all-electric so that could cause a huge electric bill. But because of my trees it is not so high. I am thankful for my trees too.

Today this hour I am thankful for indoor plumbing. I know that sounds funny to young Americans. But I was between 5-10 when my Grandmother got indoor plumbing. And since that is where my mother and I lived that while Daddy was in the Navy and mother was in college at Greensboro Womens' College aka Greensboro Teachers college now known as UNCG. that was a big deal. Getting a toilet, tub and sinks with faucets was exciting! 'Cause before that we had an outhouse, slop jar (yuk), a dry sink with a water bucket and a large galvanized tub for bathing. I know I am not that old but that was how it was. (Funny part was they had electricity through the rural co-op before my mother graduated high school in the early 1950's. LOL) But this hour I am thankful for indoor plumbing.

This Has Been a very long sickness. I do not know if I am ever gonna get better. Hope to see ya on the Internet, Z

wow is it ever difficult to blog when you can't log on

I thought maybe I couldn't log on because it had been so very long since I wrote here but that didn't seem to be it either. Still don't know why it happened, but I am just glad it is over. Now that I can log on again I'll try to do better writing more often. I am breathing better. My legs are still swellng and everything still hurts, but other than that I am doing some better. I hope to get stronger soon. My body just seems really tired. I went for an MRI in one of those little ones and had a panic attack almost. I got in there and could NOT BREATH. They had to pull me right out. The tech said it was probably a good thing because my arms were touching and being so fair skinned I probably would have gotten burned. Who knew that could even happen? Not me! So they scheduled me for an open one. I thought it would be that really big one that looks like a Stargate. But it wasn't. The machine was still a right in your face adventure. Fortunately I could see out a window and my head wasn't strapped down like in the little one. But still the big one was uncomfortable and very hot. I couldn't move my arms much and could not wipe my forehead so that was miserable when the sweat trickled down like bugs crawling. Yes I sweat. I know! Some southern women glow or get dewy, but not me. I sweat. I survived this MRI though and did not panic. I got through it pretty well. But was I ever glad when it was over. still do not have results from that. I have a very different back pain, different from all the other fibromyalgia and arthritis pain. I see the Doc on Tuesday. I'll know more then. Well I must go night night. I'll let ya'll know what happens later. Keep smiling! It can only get better.
See ya'll on the Internet
Z

Fell on bum on black ice cement curb December 22 .Set off chain of domino events.Compressed spine possibly cracked vertebra.Degenerative joint disease worse, pain in new places because of the fall.Couldn’t tell difference between regular fibromyalgia, chronic fatigue, arthritis pain and the flu.Got flu cause immune system down because of the fall. Didn’t know pneumonia till couldn’t breath and started coughing up blood. damaged by fall.Flu became pneumonia.. Couldn’t tell till could NOT breath and coughing blood.tems damaged by fall.Flu became pneumonia.Couldn’t tell till could NOT breath and coughing blood.tems damaged by fall.Flu became pneumonia.Couldn’t tell till could NOT breath and coughing blood.
Finally went to dr (Monday week ago) got BIG shot in big butt. Started oral antibiotics. Dr called to see how I was doing. Did not like what he heard told me to come in again today.
Hey ya'll, a quick update before I go fall back into bed. Went back to the Dr today at his request. Temp still 99.9. Breathing badly. Second round of antibiotics. Lungs are filling up with fluid. This time drugs includes a new prescription for lasix (I don't care if that is spelled right its phonetically right) i have staphylococcal pneumonia with strep. Dr said no anything and nothing strenuous. Found out what strenuous means now. Not much. Must rest going to the computer or the bathroom for that matter. Dr said this will probably take 6 weeks to get some of my strength back. This stinks just plain skunky! I know. He said I had never been this sick before so it is going to take a long time to get well. Period. Rest must have rest no Farmville. sorry so crazy delerious. Later ya’ll. See ya on the Internet.

I love the quiet of the snow. The sound it makes as it falls, whispers as it blankets everything and makes it pure. Covering all the junk in the yard and the imperfections of our land, all that brown out there now. Then here where we live it also buffers out sound. At least until the neighbors realize they forgot something at the store or what ever reason CRAZY people use to get out in the stuff to get out there spinning in their driveways trying desperately to go places. Or until the neighborhood kids get out there on their four wheelers with no mufflers. At least until then it is SO peaceful, SO blissfully silent.
I love snow, my grandmother, Nana, LOVED snow. She always used to call when it snowed, excited as a child. You could hear it in her voice, the sheer delight. 'Mits, it SNOWING! Is it snowing at your house?! Has it covered the ground yet? Do you have enough birdseed?'
Mother loved snow only if it came on the weekend OR if it was enough to close school for a week. As a teacher/vice-principle, she dreaded it when it came like it often does here in the south, just enough to close school for 1 day and then thaw and refreeze at night making for really bad roads for the buses. But I remember 1 year in the late 1960 or very early 1970's, we had a huge snow for our area. A 'surprise snow' that fell on Saturday night. We got to stay home from church with no guilt. (THAT was a BIG DEAL-cause we went to church if there was a breeze through the doors in ALL regular weather) and then we were home for what seemed like a whole week! She decided to watch TV that Sunday. She fell in love with Wide World of Sports. She from then on loved to hear the theme song for that show cause it reminded her of the 'time we got to stay home from church for snow'.
Nana and Moma are gone now. Moma 20 years this past Christmas day. Nana only lived about 6 months after we lost Pappaw in December 1997. They were married for 62 years. Isn't that how it sometimes goes with folks married that long.
Nana got to see the last snow of all snows like the one in the 1960's when it snowed every Wednesday for 3 weeks in a row. That one I was little and spent almost the whole time sledding on our then dead-end street and all over Starmount Forrest golf course. Back in those days you spent time outside with the neighborhood kids from light to dark and sometimes came home for lunch. Now a days you don't dare let your kids stay gone all day. People are different now. Evil is out there now. Ya GOT to KEEP your eye on your kids now a days.
Anyway Nana got to see the snow in the early 1990's that lasted for 3 weeks with more snow falling every week. That was the last big snow she got to see here. I hope there is a small part of heaven that has snow just for her.
Here in the south, big, long lasting snows are so rare that we really appreciate them. And most of us that can STAY HOME during this kinda weather. Even my dad who was from New Hampshire originally, but lived here longer than he lived there, knew to stay home when it snowed down here. However, I do remember my yankee friends (no offence, ya’ll) from high school saying ‘youse guys just don’ts know how to drive in snow’ And I tried to explain how OUR snow is different here. (Daddy said so.) But they always said, Snow is snow and go flying off. I tried to tell them here we ALWAYS have a layer of ice under our snow and to be careful. They would laugh really big and go driving off like bats out of you know where. Sorry to say I got the last laugh most times cause THEY were almost ALWAYS the FIRST ones in the ditch crying for a tow truck! I went to a private Christian school and we had students from all over the US at our little school. Remind me to tell you about my school later.
Well anyway. I love looking out the windows and doors at the snow, taking pictures of it and making snow cream. Feeding the birds and watching them, naming all I can name with out looking at the bird book I inherited from Nana. Nana did the same thing while I lived with her as a little girl. We use to look out her picture window and see how many different birds we could name. Nana always had 4-5 feeders cleaned up and filled up before the snow got here. We would watch the snow and the birds for hours and hours! And the quiet! The only thing we heard was the snow falling and the birds fussin over the feeders. And the hiss of the oil stove. So I guess I get my love for snow honest. Ya think?
By the way the final season of LOST comes on Tuesday night. I'll be DVRing it cause it comes on opposite NCIS and NCIS LA. I'll probably DVR the whole season so I won't miss any of the fun.
Well I gotta run.
Later ya'll. See ya on the Internet.