tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24257588240728368962024-03-05T08:12:23.497-05:00A Girl Named Kelly KellyKellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01156493363352822675noreply@blogger.comBlogger450125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425758824072836896.post-40592061632293341682016-04-15T17:39:00.003-04:002016-04-15T17:39:38.726-04:00Thankful for God's WordToday I set out to get my mom an appointment at Emory to be evaluated and find out what the heck this lesion on her forehead is. <br />
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Nowadays, unlike the good ol' days, you have to go through a process. You can't just call a doctor's office, make an appointment and go on about your day. Oh, no. Now, you must call the doctor that your PCP referred you to, who wants you to see a specialist. They have to fax their records to Emory, as well as the PCP. <br />
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So then you have to call the PCP and make sure that they got the records from the doctor they referred you to. And if they did, which always takes at least two phone calls, they have to fax their referral with insurance authorization to the specialist at Emory. <br />
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You can then call Emory and make an appointment. But wait a minute. The referral isn't in the system. Say what? You're looking right at it. You're holding it in your hand. Nope, the system won't let them go any further with the appointment making until it's in the system. Call back Monday midday. <br />
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It's unfathomable to me the way the medical system works these days. I don't understand it at all. Anyway, today has been a challenging day for me. I know everything is in the Lord's hands, the timing of each and every appointment and procedure is already made in the Lord's calendar. He already knows the outcome of everything. But wow, is it hard to be human. I'm praying every minute. Wish I knew a way to lift my mood. I feel in my gut and my heart of hearts that my mom is going to be fine. I just don't have the feeling that it's any sort of cancer. I feel like if it was, I'd feel some certain way. She had a knot removed from her scalp last year and it was benign. That knot hadn't deteriorated her skull, though. But the Lord knows what's going on. Why even bother to guess. Why even bother to worry. Hasn't changed one single thing. So here's a few pictures of my feelings for the day. And, of course, one of my little sunshine, Grant Cameron.<br />
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I ordered him the cutest little play set, which obviously he can't play with yet. Each little farm friend makes its animal sound. I will enjoy watching him play with them. If he's like his daddy, he'll love to play and make believe.<br />
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<span style="text-align: center;">This scripture has been me today. I've been praying that the Lord will make my arms strong to handle the tasks at hand.</span><br />
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This one is a favorite of mine. I've shared it with friends going through tough times. </div>
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And obviously, this one needs no explanation. Who hasn't meditated on it before? It's a comforting one for sure. </div>
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And then this one has been with me through some tough times, too. Gotta work on that merry heart part. </div>
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<br />Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01156493363352822675noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425758824072836896.post-64028592131670424902016-04-14T12:50:00.001-04:002016-04-14T12:50:42.868-04:00In the Blink of an Eye<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
Tuesday started out as a wonderful day. I have been out of town on vacation with Suz, Reid, Alayna and Eli for Spring Break. We were in Destin, Florida and had such a great time. I will blog about it later, because there were so many fun memories and laughs and I don't want to forget a single one.</div>
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Since I had been gone and was missing my sweet Grant, I offered to sit with him awhile for Alicia to have some time to get work done, or housework or just whatever she wanted to do. </div>
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He is the biggest ray of sunlight for us. For my whole family. I took him to see my parents, who were delighted to see him. He slept most of the time, but that was okay. They love to watch him sleep, too.</div>
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My mom had started having headaches on Monday and she had a lot of swelling around he eyes. In fact, when she woke up Tuesday morning, she said one of her eyes was swollen shut. She had a doctor's appointment with her primary care doctor at 4:20 that afternoon. <br />
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While I was babysitting Grant, at about 3:30, Jeff called me. He was broken down at Wesley Chapel Road. Which if you live around this area, you know that's pretty much one of the worst places to break down. Put it this way, in my opinion, it's one of the armpits of metro Atlanta. Without a doubt.<br />
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Cam picked him up and Jeff had the car towed to our mechanic. Turns out the alternator is gone out and must be replaced, along with a new battery. And Jeff must have cracked a rib or something trying to get some things out of the car. He was being hasty and not really thinking about what he was doing. I think he was just trying to figure out how to stay safe in a non-safe area.<br />
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So he gets home and Grant goes home and I'm just working in my office a little and my mom calls. Her PCP wants her to go straight to the hospital and have an in-depth CAT scan of her head. So I stop what I'm doing, meet her at her house and to Piedmont Henry Hospital we go. Every time I go there, I swear I'll never go again. This time I really swear I'll never go there again. We waited in that ER waiting room for well over six hours. When we were finally taken back to an ER patient room, we spent the rest of the night there. We were at that hospital for 13 hours. <br />
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Crystal texted the manager of the office she works at 6:00 a.m. to let her know she wouldn't be at work. Within 30 minutes, the manager's husband, who works for Henry County Sherriff's Department, brought us steaming hot coffee, biscuits and hashbrowns. You don't realize that people care about you until you're in a time of trial. Then you realize you have lots more friends than you ever thought you had.<br />
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I went to the Kroger pharmacy to pick up her antibiotic. I was there when they opened the window at 8:00 a.m. Got it filled, dropped mom off at her house. Explained what was going on as best I could to my dad, who was totally busy with getting a new roof on their house. <br />
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After I got home, I got my job that I had for later in the day covered, took a shower with some of the best smelling soap I've ever used (thanks to Kimberly Liscio, Alicia's mom), washed my hair and conditioned it, but didn't brush the tangles out. Took a four hour nap and this is what my hair looked like after my nap. Whoa, the frizz.<br />
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So my mom has some sort of cyst or tumor or cellulitis on her forehead that has eaten away the bone of her skull. We don't know why. We don't know what it is. We don't know if it's cancer or not. (Although, I'm not claiming any part of cancer. Nope, no part of it!) So we go today to an ENT to find out what his thoughts are and what we are to do from there. I'm trying to be positive. I'm trying to keep calm and trust God. Most of the time I'm doing good. Then others, the devil creeps up on me and puts fear in my mind. It's a struggle.<br />
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My mom is the rock and the strength of our family. I've never ever known anybody stronger than she is. I'm so thankful to God for her. She took us three girls to church, where we were all saved. She made our clothes. She cooked every single meal. Lord knows, she's nursed and taken care of my daddy. And everyone, especially and including him, knows that without her he'd have been dead long ago.<br />
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She left her family and home in South Georgia to move to Atlanta to find an exciting new life. Away from the small town that she had grown up in. She was the only girl of the family and was her daddy's June Bug. She did all this at the age of 18. <br />
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I could write a book on my mom and the love she has for her family. Right now, all I want is for the Lord to heal her. Whatever is causing her problems in her body, I pray He will heal her. I trust He will heal her and I'm already thanking him for his healing.<br />
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I had a wonderful Easter. Went to church in the morning and came home and began to get ready for our Sunday Easter Supper. Everyone was here, so we had a big crowd. We still ended up with way too much food. My dad's sisters always had plenty of food at get-togethers so as not to run out. I'm the same way. I have a fear of running out. So then you're left with a ton of leftovers. </div>
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Just look at this sweet little thing asleep in his car seat. This was his first Easter and he had three days worth of cute Easter outfits. This was Saturday's.</div>
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I don't know why I did this, but I just had this strange idea to make a coconut cake. When I had been thumbing through my recipe book the other day, I came across the Rich's Bakeshop Coconut Cake. It's made completely from scratch and boy, is it a doozy to make. But nonetheless, I made it. It wasn't the prettiest cake I've ever seen, but it was homemade. I thought it looked pretty with my flowers on my kitchen table. </div>
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When Cam and Alicia bought their house, the person that lived there before them left a few boxes. In one of the boxes were several Little Golden Books that were very, very old. I love old books, so I was happy to take them. And then low and behold, two of them were Easter-type books. I liked them displayed on my table. They were perfect.</div>
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Sunday morning, Jeff and I went to church. He usually takes his mom to lunch on Sunday afternoons. It's kind of his thing that he does for every week. They usually go to Picadilly. This week, though, P-Nut and Sherry brought food to Jean. So Jeff was able to go to church with me. I do love it when he wears a suit. I was proud to have such a handsome hubby beside me at church.<br />
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These two handsome boys that my sister raised! I'm so dang proud of them and her, too. <br />
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Of course, Suz's family went to church in Buford, so I didn't actually get to see them in person. But she sent me this pictures of them. Aren't they beautiful?</div>
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Suz made this cute cookie cake for dessert. We had so many desserts to choose from, so she had a lot of it left. I hope it didn't go to waste.</div>
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So then Monday night, we bought a new car. It's a brand-new 2016 Ford Explorer and I love it. Even though we might not NEED a car quite that big, I feel much safer driving it. And as much driving as I have to do for my job, I want to feel safe. And I also like having the extra room. I felt rather cramped at times in the Escape.</div>
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He fell in the deepest sleep. And I snuggled with him and fell asleep, too. It was heavenly.</div>
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That's about all that's going on around here. The pollen is killing me. I've had a headache for days. We're expecting big storms and rain tonight, so hopefully, the rain will wash it all away. Fingers crossed.<br />
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Till next time...Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01156493363352822675noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425758824072836896.post-81076330587730860542016-03-25T19:05:00.001-04:002016-03-25T19:05:45.493-04:00One Busy Week<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
This week has been crazy. We are so busy at work. I have worked almost every day and on Wednesday we were on the record for over eight hours in one of the most boring cases I've ever had.</div>
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I'm crazy about sunrise/sunset pictures. I also love a pretty full moon picture. This full moon picture below was over my parents' house Tuesday night.</div>
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This picture below is the same full moon just about to go down early on Wednesday morning. I'm so thankful that I was awake to see it. It was one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen. It was so peaceful. I just sat outside and spent some good, quality time with the Lord. I really enjoyed being up so early in the morning. Notice you can also see the same star in both pictures. So amazing to me.</div>
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I'm confident that I made it through the long, hard workday on Wednesday because of the time I spent with the Lord earlier that morning. </div>
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I'm getting ready for Easter Sunday. I've got all my Easter baskets made. One for each of my boys. One for each of my girls. And, of course, one for Grant. I've got my Honeybaked ham and turkey picked up. Just got a few groceries to shop for in the morning and I'll be set. I even have an Easter dress already! I stepped my game up this year.</div>
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Yesterday I started filling some of these eggs for our annual nighttime egg hunt Sunday night. We'll have supper first and then after it gets nice and dark, we will hide hundreds of eggs and the kids (who aren't really kids anymore) will hunt for them. I'm glad that my nephews and my niece are patient with me and don't mind entertaining me with egg hunts and gingerbread houses. Lol. Besides, I fill some of he eggs with cash. Who doesn't need that?</div>
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Speaking of Grant (aren't I always), he started trying to find his hands this week. Alicia said he was trying to get that thumb in his mouth and would get frustrated with himself when he couldn't. I hope he's not a thumb sucker. Although it's the cutest thing, it's a super hard habit to break. I mean, you can't exactly take away their thumb. I don't think he will be though. He's not too crazy over his pacifier. I guess we will see.<br />
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I got this picture of him today. I nearly died when I saw him in those little blue jeans. I ordered his Onesie off of Etsy. They have some of the neatest things on there. If you've never shopped there, I recommend it. Unique stuff. Not stuff you see everywhere.<br />
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So since it's been such a long week, I'm looking extra forward to our weekly Pedro's chips and salsa. Headed that way now. I look forward to sharing my Easter memories on Monday. Love to anyone who might be taking the time to read this. I hope you all have a wonderful and blessed Easter weekend. And always remember, that because He lives, we can face tomorrow. No matter how daunting that seems at times. We can face it because He lives.<br />
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Till next time...Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01156493363352822675noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425758824072836896.post-2840139432291068302016-03-21T19:33:00.000-04:002016-03-21T19:33:24.700-04:00Recap of a Good Weekend<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Every Friday night, Crystal, James, Jeff and I go to the local Mexican restaurant. They have good chips and salsa and it's a fun place to relax after the long workweek. This week Cam joined us. He didn't bring Grant, which was probably pretty relaxing for him. We ran into some old friends there that we used to go to the beach with every year. They remember Cam from when he was like four years old. They would have been so amazed at what a pretty baby he has! But, boy, I bet it would've made them feel OLD. Had to stop by Grant's house on the way to eat just to get some good sugar! None better.</div>
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Reid and Ross spent Saturday together. I guess you could say they were working. From the look on Ross's face, not too sure about that. But anyway, it makes me happier than words can say how close our boys are. The cousins are really more like brothers than cousins. </div>
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Saturday, we were able to go and visit Johnny in Savannah. He's in Memorial Medical Center recovering from major, major colon surgery. They were able to remove the tumor, but unfortunately, in doing so, it caused them to have to remove most of his colon, too. He was doing very good. He looked so much better than he did the last time we saw him. He seems to be coming to terms with his situation. We're so thankful that he's alive. He's had such a long, hard road. He's got an incredible memory. He can remember things -- little, tiny details -- about people and events It really is fun talking with him. Can't wait till he can really laugh and enjoy talking about the old memories again.<br />
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Before we went to the hospital, we decided to have lunch at Paula Deen's The Lady and Sons in Savannah. It was St. Patrick's Day weekend, so the streets were still crowded, even though St. Patrick's Day was Thursday. Crazy. Que pedestrians everywhere. I even almost had one as a hood ornament. <br />
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Pretty sweet tea! Not too sweet; just right!</div>
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I'm a huge fan of sunrises and sunsets. This was the beautiful sunset from the 4th floor of the hospital. Gorgeous!</div>
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We were running low on frosting, so she frosted hers since she had to go home. I've got to frost mine tonight. Look how pretty hers are! Crystal rolled and cut the shapes out. Suz and I manned the oven, made the frosting and just kept things cleaned as we went along. Sisters make a great team.</div>
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And just because I could never leave this sweet picture out of my memory blog, here's our sweet Grant today. <br />
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The cold snap has let him be able to wear a few of his cold weather things that he didn't get to wear too much. This little sweater suit was one of my very favorites! <br />
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So yesterday, all by myself, I went to Golden Coral. And I must say, it was wonderful. Where else can you go and eat fried chicken, meatloaf, fried shrimp, rice and gravy, sweet potatoes, coconut pie and bread pudding? The only problem was that after all that food, I wanted to come home and take a nap. So that's what I did.</div>
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I don't know if it's the pollen or the time change, but something's got my motivation in the toilet. I have no energy and no desire to do anything productive. All I want to do is be with Grant or be in Buford having fun with Suz. I have soo much work to do and absolutely no desire to do any of it. Do ya ever feel like that? But then I tell myself the old saying, time enjoyed wasting is not wasted time.<br />
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Last night we went over and sat with him for a couple of hours while the kids went to eat. I tell ya, there's nothing in this world like this boy to me. I mean NOTHING! And when I see Jeff with him, it reminds me how sweet and good he was with our boys and it takes my heart and turns it into a big ol' pile of mush!<br />
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Jeff's mom and her sisters and brother went out for lunch yesterday to celebrate Sonny's 71st birthday. They have incredible genes and are so blessed to still be together. The oldest sister is 91. <br />
Bless them. I remember when I first met Jeff, and for years later, Jean and her sisters could run circles around me. There was nothing that one or the other of them couldn't do. Need a seamstress? Got one. Need a cake? Got one. They cooked for their families every single Sunday and their families were HUGE. And shop? Honey, they could out shop even me! And that's saying a lot. They don't do any of that now, but they still get together to celebrate each other's birthday. <br />
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Well, I know this is thrilling reading material, but it's my life right now. Been running my wheels off working and listening to people's complaints of injuries from car wrecks. Looking forward to a little down time in a couple of weeks.<br />
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Till next time...Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01156493363352822675noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425758824072836896.post-62604492891870838392016-03-16T15:43:00.000-04:002016-03-16T17:20:48.680-04:00The Little Garden That Was<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Jeff has always planted a garden. He has worked very, very hard in his garden and it was always beautiful. He planted more than a dozen tomato plants, a few cucumbers and peppers. It was a happy, beautiful garden in the early summer days.</div>
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But then the hot sunshine would come. And then the weeds would follow. And the horn worms would come. And the cucumbers would grow into the fencing, that was necessary because of the deer that would come. And then the crops would come. And come. And come. And come. We would get tomatoes -- way more tomatoes than we could eat -- (especially since Jeff doesn't eat tomatoes). Sure, we could give them away, which we did. It seems, though, everyone nowadays has a garden of their own and really don't need tomatoes from someone else's garden. </div>
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He's worked so hard removing the blocks, the fencing and trying to level the ground back out. Bless him. He's planning to plant a few in just buckets or something, so this summer I may be the one looking for a few good, homegrown tomatoes! But at least Jeff won't be working his fingers to the bone in the garden. At least a vegetable one. I'm hankering for a flower garden. But he's got so many projects going on right now, I have a feeling my flower garden may have to wait. </div>
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Overnight the stinky Bradford pear trees started blooming. We've had these trees before. I personally don't care for them. They don't smell good and they grow ginormous and then split right down the middle. No bueno.</div>
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But our tea olive tree, on the other hand, is welcome to bloom anytime it chooses. The blooms smell heavenly and will forever and always remind me of PaPa Kimball. The reason is that the very first time I smelled their sweet blooms, he was in hospice in Savannah. The next year we planted two. They've grown so much and we need to learn how to properly prune and shape them. </div>
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Ahh, welcome springtime and all the sneezes and itchy eyes and yardwork. It's not my favorite season, but it's darned near close. Means sweet summertime is right around the corner.<br />
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So Suz and Nayna have these season finale Bachelor parties. Well, I say party. It's really just the two of them, but, hey, they make a party. Suz makes all this fun party food and punch and they eat and watch the Bachelor. Last night I had planned to make the trip to join the party. Ran into a few snags with work, which would've thrown me into driving up there in rushhour traffic. Just couldn't do it. Turns out it was a blessing that I didn't go because the show lasted THREE hours! I would've been soo late driving home. But I was sad the whole night that I was going to miss the party. Suz sent me a couple of pictures so that I wouldn't feel too left out.</div>
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Since I didn't get to go to Buford, I did make a trip to Kelleytown to visit this little lump o' sugar! I stayed a couple of hours. Alicia is so sweet to put up with her mother in law stopping by and staying for hours! I'm so thankful for that. </div>
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I took him outside and showed him his backyard. Put his little feet in the grass and showed him a squirrel (he was unimpressed), but enjoyed being outside. Then I went inside and we watched his mommy clean his closet out. That little thing has grown like crazy. I wouldn't have believed it if I had not seen with my own eyes how many of his clothes don't fit anymore! </div>
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He mostly favors Alicia to me, but lately, he's looking a little more like baby Cameron. What do you think? He sleeps a lot of times with the most serious look on his face. Cam made the same expression when he was a sleeping baby. I think that babies are one of God's greatest gifts! <br />
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So by the time I got home from my visit with Grant, Cam and Alicia, this was the beautiful sunset and sky. Breathtaking. Another one of God's gifts.</div>
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<br />Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01156493363352822675noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425758824072836896.post-58394778852156999322016-03-14T13:13:00.001-04:002016-03-14T13:13:37.980-04:00Just A Little Catching UpSo how can I possibly catch up from May of 2014? Life has changed in so many ways since then. So I'll just hit the highlights. I'd really like to write every day, because I know one day I will wish I had kept a better diary of the life of A Girl Named Kelly Kelly.<br />
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Since May of 2014, my dad had life threatening illnesses twice. He beat the odds yet again and is doing better than ever. My mom is managing her diabetes as best she can and seems to be enjoying her retirement. They're my mommy and daddy and I love them to the end of the earth. <br />
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Ross has a house of his own now and he's engaged and has set a date to get married in November. His fiancee, Jennifer, is perfect for Ross. She loves animals and they have set up quite a little farm together. I'm very proud of them. My Rossy boy grew up into the man I knew he would be. <br />
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Cam and Alicia are doing great. They've bought a house of their own and have fixed it up and it's just lovely. Alicia has great taste and Cam has grown into such a responsible young man. He reminds me so much of his dad. But the very best thing they've done together is make me a grandmomma and Jeff a poppa. Grant Cameron Kelly was born on Monday, February 1st, 2016, at 9:09 a.m. I feel like I've waited my whole life for him.<br />
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<span style="text-align: center;">Today he is six weeks old. He smiles. He coos. And he is growing so much. He's eleven-and-a-half pounds and he's grown nearly three inches. He's a long baby. And to say he's the star of the show and the most in demand person in the family would be a strong understatement.</span><br />
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My sisters are doing great. Crystal is still working hard every day, cooks supper for her family every night. Suz works hard and takes care of the three kids. My sisters are my heroes. They are my commonsense when I have none. They are my conscious when I don't have one. They are my advisers when I need advice. I don't know what in the world I'd ever do without them.<br />
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The kids are all growing up and living and loving their lives. Reid graduates this May. He plans to go to Kennesaw State in the fall. He has a very sweet girlfriend and she seems so suitable for him. It's so fun to watch young love. There's nothing better. Well, except for old love, I guess. <br />
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Alayna is working so hard to keep her grades in the top percentile of her class. She has a very responsible babysitting job, loves to watch TV with her mom and plans to go to UGA in 2017. I hope she won't mind her aunt's numerous visits! She's beautiful, inside and out. And she's her mom's daughter for sure, but she's my girl!<br />
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Joseph works for a diesel truck place. He has a great job and is so handsome, kind and thoughtful. He's gonna be a fine catch for some lucky girl.<br />
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Ethan is a sophomore and is very involved in his social life right now. He has lots of friends and is playing baseball for the school. Super tall and handsome. And there's not a gator fan anywhere in the world that I love more than him.<br />
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Eli is one of a kind. He's super smart. Smart beyond his years. He's a busy boy and is great at everything he attempts. Dentistry, orthodontics or radiologist are his long-term career goals. Whatever he decides to do, I'm sure he'll be the very best at it.<br />
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Jeff and I will celebrate 29 years together this July. What would my life be without him? I can't even imagine. I love him more every single day. It's been amazing to watch our lives evolve and change. He's better to me than I could ever deserve.<br />
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My forever Valentine.<br />
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I try to spend a night each week at the Parks house. I enjoy the hustle and bustle of their busy lives. Jeff is so good to me and completely understands that need, so I go with his blessing. This weekend, while Crystal was working concession stand ALL WEEKEND, Suz and I made a little Easter art.</div>
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<span style="text-align: center;">We still get together on Sunday nights for supper as often as we can. I'm blessed with a family that loves each other so much and enjoys each other's company. I think our kids are not only cousins, but they're also the best of friends. It makes my heart overflow with happiness when we are all together. </span><br />
Everyone was over last night. We had a fire in the firepit and Jeff grilled hot dogs. Suz made a cookie cake and it was a wonderful night, full of laughter and surprises. I think I shocked my kids, my nephews and my niece when I ate a raw egg. Hey, Ethan and Eli did it. They didn't think I would, but I showed them. It really wasn't too bad. Now if I get salmonella, that'll be another story. <br />
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Anyway, now that I've figured out how to get into my blog to post, I hope to do it more often. I need to follow <a href="http://theycallmeganky.blogspot.com/">my aunt Theresa</a>. She posts almost every single day and what a wonderful diary of her life she has kept. I want to do that, too. Even if I have no readers, I'll still have it for myself. And that's too awesome not to do.<br />
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Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01156493363352822675noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425758824072836896.post-25112436315060488692015-05-10T07:57:00.001-04:002015-05-10T07:57:56.294-04:00Mothers<p> <span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I'm mother to two. Daughter to one. Daughter-in-law to one. Granddaughter to two. </span></p><p><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Motherhood is one tough job. It's a job full of love and lots of hard work. Your heart can get torn up and then put back together again. Then torn up again, back together again. It's a viscious cycle. </span></p><p><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I suppose motherhood began for me when I was pregnant with Ross. As soon as you see that little baby on a sonogram or feel its body moving around in yours, yep, you know your life is changed forever because you've become a mom. </span></p><p><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Being a mom of boys is hard. Different than the difficulties of being a mom to moody girls. Being a mom of boys takes your tender girl heart and places it with those rough and rowdy boys. That causes it to get tossed around quite a bit. And sometimes it gets hurt and you think it's just going to break. And sometimes it becomes so full of love and pride and joy that you feel it just might burst. That's the cycle I was talking about earlier. </span></p><p><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I come from a mom who was born and raised in a little town in South Georgia. She grew up on a farm. My MaMa Kimball had four kids, but my mom was her only daughter. </span></p><p><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">MaMa Kimball was a hard, hard worker. She could work in the field, cook what she brought in from the field, and she did it without complaint. She had a kitchen not even the size of my bathroom, but the food that came out of that kitchen would put to shame any "country cooking" restaurant I've ever been to. She was an excellent seamstress. She sewed most of my mom's clothes. She even held a job outside the home for a little while. When Sunday morning came, my MaMa went to church. No questions asked. She could put on a dress, put on her lipstick and she'd be sitting in a pew at Rosemary Baptist Church in Metter, Georgia. Then after church, they'd sit down and have Sunday dinner, which she would have started before she left for church. She'd serve everyone else before she sat down herself to eat. She could garden and work in the yard as hard as any man could. She always had the prettiest flowers and took a lot of pride in her yard. She died in October of 2003. I miss her. I would love for her to see my life now.</span></p><p><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">MaMa Howell was one of the strongest, most determined women I've ever known. She raised six kids. One of which was my dad. I know that she prayed over her kids. She had to have, otherwise I doubt my dad would've made it out of his teens. She was an amazing cook, and she truly loved cooking for her family. She'd work in the kitchen, get the food all served, and then she'd go sit on her front porch in her rocking chair and eat Cheetos. She was a devout christian. And there were probably only a handful of Sundays that she wasn't sitting in a pew at St. John Baptist Church every time church was held. She was there the day Crystal and I were saved. My MaMa Howell never got to see all of my dad's grandchildren. She was only able to see Ross. She died in September of 1988. It was a day that she was going to have my mom, me and Ross over for lunch. I miss her, but I KNOW that she's my dad's guardian angel. In some of his encounters with death, he's mentioned seeing her. I know that she's in heaven waiting for all of us. She will probably make some of her yummy fried pies for us when we get there.</span></p><p><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">My mom is THE strongest woman I've ever known. She raised the three of us girls and taught us how to be who and what we are today. She was stern with disciplining us. But she loved us, and it was evidenced in lots of ways. She sewed lots of our dresses. She took us to church on Sunday mornings. She fed us good, home-cooked meals. Lots of days, she made me tuna sandwiches and sat me down to watch Betwitched when I came home from kindergarten. She gave me guidance and comfort when my heart was broken by a teenage boyfriend and I thought I'd die before my heart would heal. She knows the Bible inside and outside. She is the epitome of dedication. When my mom does something, she does it with all of her heart. I'm blessed that my mom is still here, and I'll see her later today. I'll give her a card and some flowers. She'll say I shouldn't have bought her anything. She's also humble. </span></p><p><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">And then there's me. I'm mom to Ross and Cameron. I'd have to say that I've been a pretty good mom so far. They won't remember me for my cooking or my sewing or my gardening or for my mild temper and endless patience. I hope they'll remember me for taking them on picnics right in our yard. For reading them books, and playing games. For playing dinosaurs or Matchbox cars with them. For taking them and picking them up from school each day. Helping with homework and even classwork. I especially hope they'll remember me for how much I love them. </span></p><p><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;">I thank God for my grandmothers, for my mom, for my mother-in-law and for my sons. </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My bridal shower 1988. Left to right me and my MaMa Howell. Me and Jean, the best mother-in-law ever. Bottom picture is me and my mommy and my MaMa Kimball.<a href="http://https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-sU-KUtkBKwU/VU9HwD-V1DI/AAAAAAAAAjs/NcuG-cAo0pc/s1936/Photo%25252020150510075747862.jpg" target="_blank" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" title=""><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-sU-KUtkBKwU/VU9HwD-V1DI/AAAAAAAAAjs/NcuG-cAo0pc/s500/Photo%25252020150510075747862.jpg" id="blogsy-1431259075589.9033" class="aligncenter" width="500" height="500" alt=""></a></div><p> </p>Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01156493363352822675noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425758824072836896.post-29841559868232181412015-05-09T10:21:00.001-04:002015-05-09T10:21:47.994-04:00Let's Paint<p> Last night I went to the monthly paint class at Highland. We were doing something called mixed media art. It's where you use different textures, paper and other stuff to complete your painting. We've painted a pumpkin, a Christmas tree and a bird on a snowy branch in the previous classes. Tonight was the hardest yet, but it was also the most fun. I defintely want to try a painting here at home. </p><p> We had to make a lot of choices with this painting. What colors, what paper, what textures, etc. I am not good at making choices. So we're given a palette of paint.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-E6jOLOFA3l8/VU4X4WIRUbI/AAAAAAAAAjA/k2k8gl2MDLQ/s2048/Photo%25252020150509102114154.jpg" target="_blank" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-E6jOLOFA3l8/VU4X4WIRUbI/AAAAAAAAAjA/k2k8gl2MDLQ/s500/Photo%25252020150509102114154.jpg" id="blogsy-1431181306347.9814" class="aligncenter" alt="" width="500" height="667"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And then we get this scary blank canvas. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgqlIetTv_w2pne1YmlJ5DYFX0AOordJOXB1YO9EAmdDdvmWlZrt3CuA-Rz-9I5XAnFG4RudMt-rVk0C98lsIdqvfNaE6WI2HKEK5omJ7Y8mqsx1UkcoK29PGs8XIlX014B2922O_K4sk/s2048/Photo%25252020150509102114221.jpg" target="_blank" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgqlIetTv_w2pne1YmlJ5DYFX0AOordJOXB1YO9EAmdDdvmWlZrt3CuA-Rz-9I5XAnFG4RudMt-rVk0C98lsIdqvfNaE6WI2HKEK5omJ7Y8mqsx1UkcoK29PGs8XIlX014B2922O_K4sk/s500/Photo%25252020150509102114221.jpg" id="blogsy-1431181306351.8035" class="aligncenter" alt="" width="500" height="667"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And then after a couple of hours, I ended up with this. It's nothing great, but I actually like it. Everyone's turned out so good, and some were reeeeeealllly good. I enjoy watching that blank canvas turn into something so pretty. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-8urGyWZDY-s/VU4X8ziuYOI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/EHq8gpMUnKk/s2048/Photo%25252020150509102114285.jpg" target="_blank" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-8urGyWZDY-s/VU4X8ziuYOI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/EHq8gpMUnKk/s500/Photo%25252020150509102114285.jpg" id="blogsy-1431181306396.3713" class="aligncenter" width="500" height="667" alt=""></a></div><p> Alicia has gone with me to all of the classes so far. She and Cam are at Tybee for a little beach weekend getaway. They had a perfect phrase she could've used on her painting. "Don't be afraid to sparkle." She loves sparkly stuff. </p><p>I didn't get home until about 9:15, and Jeff had worked outside getting the house and yard spiffed up for Mother's Day, so he hadn't eaten either. We drove down to Freddy's Hamburgers and had the most delicious, sodium-filled cheeseburger ever. And, of course, I had to have a vanilla shake. They do have the best ones, ya know.</p><p>I worked in Buckhead, and I had all these fun plans to do when I finished. But there was a terrible plane crash right on 285, so I had to rearrange my plans and really didn't do anything fun at all. Unless you consider spending 3 hours getting a mani/pedi. Which I don't. But my heart and prayers are with the family of the victims of the crash. It killed a father and two of his sons and of the sons' fiancee and a family pet. So sad. Just another reminder how quickly life can change. Not that I need reminding. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-wEcvtoZaILE/VU4X90htawI/AAAAAAAAAjY/JbNAN_70vbA/s837/Photo%25252020150509102114306.jpg" target="_blank" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-wEcvtoZaILE/VU4X90htawI/AAAAAAAAAjY/JbNAN_70vbA/s500/Photo%25252020150509102114306.jpg" id="blogsy-1431181306342.462" class="aligncenter" width="500" height="317" alt=""></a></div><p> Got lots to do today. Farmer's Market, grocery store, planting flowers, helping Jeff finally finish painting the deck. I need some energy. I think all that sodium I ate last night made me sluggish this morning. Oh, well. </p><p>Till next time...</p><p> </p>Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01156493363352822675noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425758824072836896.post-25054039297255871232015-05-08T06:13:00.001-04:002015-05-08T06:13:07.831-04:00Twenty-nine Years Celebrated<p> The County had a retirement celebration for all the County employees that were retiiring this year. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-izKWbRZbY2s/VUyL07xfuhI/AAAAAAAAAhc/z3bgnlhdCNA/s2048/Photo%25252020150508061123691.jpg" target="_blank" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-izKWbRZbY2s/VUyL07xfuhI/AAAAAAAAAhc/z3bgnlhdCNA/s500/Photo%25252020150508061123691.jpg" id="blogsy-1431079986917.746" class="aligncenter" alt="" width="500" height="667"></a></div><p> Linda Howell, that's my mommy! It was a very nice party to honor her, and all the other retirees. I saw Ross and Cam's third grade teacher, who is retiring this year. I also saw Cam's 8th grade football/wrestling coach, and he is retiring this year. MY typing teacher and Office Procedures teacher was there, too. At first I thought she was retiring this year. But she would have to have started working when she was like 10 if that was the case. As it turned out, she is a member of the local retired teachers association. </p><p>The County did such a nice job. There was good food and the best chocolate covered strawberries. And obviously, cupcakes.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqVa2b0MitL2exA8EgfkuzoP2yfKkZvhllsZjknOS4EvQRy693CEIfZPvgWPlydPZzbxhbPo_nmQ-NiaT2OnzynC8vePs2C82V_rXvUZxhJwuowVGyVcQV7HX87gqCZvChgg6atGp1nNc/s2048/Photo%25252020150508061123758.jpg" target="_blank" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqVa2b0MitL2exA8EgfkuzoP2yfKkZvhllsZjknOS4EvQRy693CEIfZPvgWPlydPZzbxhbPo_nmQ-NiaT2OnzynC8vePs2C82V_rXvUZxhJwuowVGyVcQV7HX87gqCZvChgg6atGp1nNc/s500/Photo%25252020150508061123758.jpg" id="blogsy-1431079986926.066" class="aligncenter" alt="" width="500" height="667"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We got her this pretty little corsage to wear. She was the only one with a corsage and I was so proud. She was proud of it, too.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFOZJNm4G2v5MLCTGpbv7_8KT6iyDNnnJxGmRSc2Utf3hyphenhypheniwEy0yGq3pItP67jmDagasIOHP2zu1Z5xqhO3Rqvn2J9cVCxLPfAphkULpxQkT433K3dfB-I6B0GM6QLVAfPqeElM9iFJoo/s2048/Photo%25252020150508061123821.jpg" target="_blank" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFOZJNm4G2v5MLCTGpbv7_8KT6iyDNnnJxGmRSc2Utf3hyphenhypheniwEy0yGq3pItP67jmDagasIOHP2zu1Z5xqhO3Rqvn2J9cVCxLPfAphkULpxQkT433K3dfB-I6B0GM6QLVAfPqeElM9iFJoo/s500/Photo%25252020150508061123821.jpg" id="blogsy-1431079986894.015" class="aligncenter" alt="" width="500" height="667"></a></div><p> My mom is such a wonderful, dedicated person. She served the County with all she had. She worked on freezing cold mornings, starting that diesel bus about an hour before she had to leave to make sure it would run okay. She drove the bus on the hottest afternoons in August. She drove while my dad was sick. It was, in fact, her early rising that found him a few times with low sugar incidents. What I'm trying to say is that she was a one-of-a-kind employee. And Henry County was lucky to have her. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2oyV0mJ96PRLtYu5i5o7K2DHgMjCL1c2FjBqOkLLQbMmTEjkXPbnghBfTwW8xo7X3cvJrfUeuJQAb7tHROWpuOKfd1P3SUCS_RfP5SB1s_Y9JfQorUYIW2wNjGDy_SYrXCjUwt87QM7I/s2048/Photo%25252020150508061123896.jpg" target="_blank" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2oyV0mJ96PRLtYu5i5o7K2DHgMjCL1c2FjBqOkLLQbMmTEjkXPbnghBfTwW8xo7X3cvJrfUeuJQAb7tHROWpuOKfd1P3SUCS_RfP5SB1s_Y9JfQorUYIW2wNjGDy_SYrXCjUwt87QM7I/s500/Photo%25252020150508061123896.jpg" id="blogsy-1431079986876.2153" class="aligncenter" alt="" width="500" height="667"></a></div><p>And I think they knew it, too. Twenty-nine years, some months, plus two years as a substitute bus driver. Can you imagine? I can't.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-cV2b0b-S2_c/VUyL-htqUKI/AAAAAAAAAh8/xKSRzxe6jug/s2048/Photo%25252020150508061123975.jpg" target="_blank" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-cV2b0b-S2_c/VUyL-htqUKI/AAAAAAAAAh8/xKSRzxe6jug/s500/Photo%25252020150508061123975.jpg" id="blogsy-1431079986965.4324" class="aligncenter" alt="" width="500" height="667"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">One of the world's best aunts, Theresa, came to the celebration. She's been retired for several years, and</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">she hasn't missed it a bit. She's a BellSouth retiree. She was a lot like my mom in her work eithic. <br> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik8s_lVMb6GF2x-sz8mijCQXbND29aBg6GVQj4rlMdQtByxeaOFYSg4-ZOV12DPHzkHxRvkMQZHYpjdq14FIDpan0pxRLeQP3DR8MqVMWiFu4-57Xnu_eeOWVBaFn0O_twOMzdhbciDv0/s2048/Photo%25252020150508061124061.jpg" target="_blank" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik8s_lVMb6GF2x-sz8mijCQXbND29aBg6GVQj4rlMdQtByxeaOFYSg4-ZOV12DPHzkHxRvkMQZHYpjdq14FIDpan0pxRLeQP3DR8MqVMWiFu4-57Xnu_eeOWVBaFn0O_twOMzdhbciDv0/s500/Photo%25252020150508061124061.jpg" id="blogsy-1431079986945.121" class="aligncenter" alt="" width="500" height="667"></a></div><p> Crystal took the day off to purchase A NEW CAR!!! And to join us in the celbration. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQLXNEJKtGKqkhqff2jrYl_oNutys8s8_zg51_5wMmIXwEVaV0NfHu-PuMKGZFHGIM_SR7a2g7nhdX2j-EY4sAKA0B53FXSZhPd4OdkBz1bpjEKd9vqqsGIaWcPz-s8D5ZzfCETU7s32o/s1380/Photo%25252020150508061124100.jpg" target="_blank" style=""><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQLXNEJKtGKqkhqff2jrYl_oNutys8s8_zg51_5wMmIXwEVaV0NfHu-PuMKGZFHGIM_SR7a2g7nhdX2j-EY4sAKA0B53FXSZhPd4OdkBz1bpjEKd9vqqsGIaWcPz-s8D5ZzfCETU7s32o/s500/Photo%25252020150508061124100.jpg" id="blogsy-1431079986902.769" class="alignnone" alt="" width="500" height="792"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The County gave the retirees a certificate and a nice pen and pencil set. But what they gave them most was respect, appreciation and lots of well wishes.<br><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-5c2pBbmbfYc/VUyME_aVXeI/AAAAAAAAAiU/ZhSRJFb__jU/s2048/Photo%25252020150508061124502.jpg" target="_blank" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-5c2pBbmbfYc/VUyME_aVXeI/AAAAAAAAAiU/ZhSRJFb__jU/s500/Photo%25252020150508061124502.jpg" id="blogsy-1431079986897.0613" class="aligncenter" alt="" width="500" height="334"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We were so proud of her! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-kXq36zTsEA8/VUyMHCyGVOI/AAAAAAAAAic/FI42qFnklc0/s2048/Photo%25252020150508061124862.jpg" target="_blank" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-kXq36zTsEA8/VUyMHCyGVOI/AAAAAAAAAic/FI42qFnklc0/s500/Photo%25252020150508061124862.jpg" id="blogsy-1431079986929.1318" class="aligncenter" alt="" width="500" height="334"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">When we were leaving to go home, there just so happened to be a school bus. Great photo op. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhntJHH8rqueccYi2vhyphenhyphenFa3fLnPtQIHfdelsdEMpAKM5b7FhC0vj2nw37MDvi-vxaniIMgEGvKzXR2MjRL_k70e8AOxTcmcMKNkon2APeRas-srM2jPxpXQy8S-KN-tJv-AogxBNm_GiYo/s2048/Photo%25252020150508061125507.jpg" target="_blank" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhntJHH8rqueccYi2vhyphenhyphenFa3fLnPtQIHfdelsdEMpAKM5b7FhC0vj2nw37MDvi-vxaniIMgEGvKzXR2MjRL_k70e8AOxTcmcMKNkon2APeRas-srM2jPxpXQy8S-KN-tJv-AogxBNm_GiYo/s500/Photo%25252020150508061125507.jpg" id="blogsy-1431079986943.9263" class="aligncenter" width="500" height="749" alt=""></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My mom has a great sense of humor and loves a good laugh. I hope she gets to enjoy more laughs! She</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">deserves it so much. But this is how she really felt about the bus!!!<br> <a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-nRxALp7-GMo/VUyMMHOHMSI/AAAAAAAAAis/2Uo5LfERm_k/s2048/Photo%25252020150508061125829.jpg" target="_blank" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-nRxALp7-GMo/VUyMMHOHMSI/AAAAAAAAAis/2Uo5LfERm_k/s500/Photo%25252020150508061125829.jpg" id="blogsy-1431079986977.9556" class="aligncenter" width="500" height="334" alt=""></a></div><p>Crystal, Suz and I got mom a new ipad. She has a tablet that she has been using since Christmas 2012. It was acting up, so we wanted her to have something that was dependablle and easy to use. I hope she loves it. We showed her as many things as we could. You know, the important stuff; Facebook, Instagram, Pinterest, of course, my blog, theycallmeganky@blogspot.com, which is my aunt Theresa's blog. My mom is so smart. She'll figure it all out. </p><p>So that's what I did yesterday. That and take my dad to his foot doctor. He still can't put any weight on his foot. The ulcer is about the size of an English pea. It's the same size it was last month. It's just a stubborn spot that won't heal. Keep him in your prayers, that the spot would heal so that he can walk on his own a few steps. </p><p>Working in Buckhead today. Hopefully, traffic will be light. I like to work in Buckhead. It's close to lots of great shopping. Alicia and Cam are heading to Tybee for the weekend. I hope they won't have bad weather from that tropical storm brewing out there in the Atlantic. </p><p>Stilll working on the back deck. Jeff says it will be finish this weekend. EEK. I can't wait to show you all pictures. </p><p>Hope you all have a great Friday. Till next time...</p><p> </p>Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01156493363352822675noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425758824072836896.post-81725036461891842702015-05-04T09:32:00.001-04:002015-05-04T09:32:42.321-04:00Sunday Night Ice Cream Social<p> </p><p> <span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Last night the family came over for ice cream cones. It was a special night as it always is when we get together. My house is so quiet now that both Ross and Cam have moved out. I've been surprised that I actually enjoy the peace and quiet. I guess I can enjoy the peacefulness of an empty nest because I know that both my boys are happy. Their happiness fills my heart. </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVFMSfih9wTtArNxrhb0wSZBAE_6befIb98ct2tdkus2YrHIGhpoY4LdWjCuXMuOAZHuQh1aExaJh2Y47wB9azE7WJqytkL_0wA3MmyWZQrsQre43N-RoV6_XgQUM6QxQdNaWJK7ePZ8k/s1936/Photo%25252020150504093223172.jpg" target="_blank" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><font color="#000000"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVFMSfih9wTtArNxrhb0wSZBAE_6befIb98ct2tdkus2YrHIGhpoY4LdWjCuXMuOAZHuQh1aExaJh2Y47wB9azE7WJqytkL_0wA3MmyWZQrsQre43N-RoV6_XgQUM6QxQdNaWJK7ePZ8k/s500/Photo%25252020150504093223172.jpg" id="blogsy-1430746361037.4377" class="aligncenter" width="500" height="500" alt=""></font></a></div><p><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Jeff and I (Jeff mostly) have undertaken a lot of home improvement projects in the recent months. We started by painting Cam's old room and Ross's old room, and their old bathroom. Everything looks so fresh. I admit to sitting in Cam's beloved red and black bedroom and reflecting on things before I could paint over the red and black. As it turned out, we had to hire someone to paint that room. There were 10,967 push pin holes in the walls. We weren't up for spackling all those holes. Plus by the time we got to that room, we were all painted out. </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><font color="#000000" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjybVDzLrRplFhRutQS-Zc2b9h6E337uVZApCmcbTM85bgsDXVsxvGC8_UC9zq7SFKLw387DuWMgFppK8zgP4Bze8TZkfwTgcnshA4b5Dgdl68-Pi5mPDNC1H3Wu7LoDPx8ccju2OlJuIw/s1936/Photo%25252020150504093223229.jpg" target="_blank" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjybVDzLrRplFhRutQS-Zc2b9h6E337uVZApCmcbTM85bgsDXVsxvGC8_UC9zq7SFKLw387DuWMgFppK8zgP4Bze8TZkfwTgcnshA4b5Dgdl68-Pi5mPDNC1H3Wu7LoDPx8ccju2OlJuIw/s500/Photo%25252020150504093223229.jpg" id="blogsy-1430746361049.3752" class="alignnone" width="500" height="500" alt=""></a></font></div><p><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">And then over the weekend, we (mostly Jeff) started staining our deck. I did it the last time and it's SOOO much work. Neither of us enjoy painting, but it was a gorgeous weekend and we (mostly Jeff) got a good start. It's going to be so pretty when it's finished.</span></p><p><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">We are still dealing with my dad's foot problems. But we go to the doctor on Thursday, and I'm praying that the doctor will tell him that he can start putting weight on it. He hasn't walked on his own two feet since late July of last year. I never dreamed that the journey we began almost 10 months ago would last this long. With God's grace and mercy, we have survived it.</span></p><p><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">My mom actually stopped driving the school bus after 32 years when it became evident that my dad needed her there 24/7. But the county didn't recognize her retirement at that time. They are honoring the county retirees this Thursday. I'm very proud of my mom. She was dedicated to her job. She has been dedicated to my dad. The fact that he's still alive is to her credit. I look forward to honoring her dedication Thursday. And I look forward to honoring her dedication to being my mommy on Mother's Day. </span></p><p><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Till next time...</span></p><p> </p>Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01156493363352822675noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425758824072836896.post-59854281577668880042015-05-04T09:17:00.001-04:002015-05-04T09:17:58.801-04:00Untitled<p> </p>Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01156493363352822675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425758824072836896.post-78261978009856568872014-05-04T22:38:00.001-04:002014-05-04T22:38:59.716-04:00And In Other News...<p>Ross has been looking at houses. He wants a nice house with lots of land. We have gone through the disappointment of putting the cart before the horse once. He's looking at another place now. It'll work out like it's supposed to, I'm sure of that.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This is the latest picture I have of Ross, Cam and Alicia and me. It was taken on Easter Sunday after church. You'd think now, that Ross is 25 and Cam is 21, that getting a good picture would finally be easy. You'd be so wrong if you thought that. Some things never change. I'm thankful they're not the kind of guys that love to have their pictures taken. That would be weird. But isn't my daughter-in-love gorgeous? I love that girl. And when I tell you what a great catch she is, my daddy told me this morning that Cameron had gotten himself a keeper. He bragged ad bragged on her. And it's all true. I'm so thankful for her.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU8qDyU5mVXfguN8rumbIFjoq6UQNG1ZqfD_JtccHuvOyWGnx1Eq44xSZ02p79oRIiBq-P88Q7gve_JOB4LClmEDxdI0V21uaGKHaAocPf4SmmSh0ZXa4z3QAC2HoVEHB0ZIcuoeCymos/s2048/Photo%25252020140504222950.jpg" target="_blank" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU8qDyU5mVXfguN8rumbIFjoq6UQNG1ZqfD_JtccHuvOyWGnx1Eq44xSZ02p79oRIiBq-P88Q7gve_JOB4LClmEDxdI0V21uaGKHaAocPf4SmmSh0ZXa4z3QAC2HoVEHB0ZIcuoeCymos/s500/Photo%25252020140504222950.jpg" id="blogsy-1399257541293.0513" class="aligncenter" alt="" width="500" height="749"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Tonight they are spending their first night in their new place. It's a barnn apartment. It's just like being in the <span style="line-height: 1.3em;">mountains in a cozy cabin. I am so excited and so, so, so happy for them.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBcgU-bHjlKyVvWe1ChYamfvccPihGHcqRuM3N9yiaXWtXRXCo-bVrVQEqhM6H6LIqSOY9SCr0I8efS7tbs49pFRdqxSjSCm2RQCOqXEQJhsK_e4nKtIIOrerBHSwIFxIx_xDHApM4djU/s1227/Photo%25252020140504222950.jpg" target="_blank" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBcgU-bHjlKyVvWe1ChYamfvccPihGHcqRuM3N9yiaXWtXRXCo-bVrVQEqhM6H6LIqSOY9SCr0I8efS7tbs49pFRdqxSjSCm2RQCOqXEQJhsK_e4nKtIIOrerBHSwIFxIx_xDHApM4djU/s500/Photo%25252020140504222950.jpg" id="blogsy-1399257541299.9033" class="aligncenter" alt="" width="500" height="520"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The pretty girl in the green shirt is Ross's girlfriend, Jennifer. If you choose the type of girl you would want Ross with, she's the type you'd choose. They go together like peas and carrots. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsCQYqkFnrFZVpzPyVvGRCaOO6NlykC-tLWdMKWdQp2omtKQ1DkR8_32jANpULKKv7_EJJZA-M8A82eLPJ6KJennl1SSzgoXj3NVoyslVb6K5jUV9EzhtxC6tUcQTZWifHc7OGcxvG6Dk/s2048/Photo%25252020140504222951.jpg" target="_blank" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsCQYqkFnrFZVpzPyVvGRCaOO6NlykC-tLWdMKWdQp2omtKQ1DkR8_32jANpULKKv7_EJJZA-M8A82eLPJ6KJennl1SSzgoXj3NVoyslVb6K5jUV9EzhtxC6tUcQTZWifHc7OGcxvG6Dk/s500/Photo%25252020140504222951.jpg" id="blogsy-1399257541323.5112" class="aligncenter" width="500" height="334" alt=""></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><p> Daddy has had a restful, calm day. It was what he needed after this weekend. It's a learning curve for all of us. Dealing with him can be challenging when he's feeling perfect, much less when he's sick. Keep us in your prayers. I pray that the beautiful, sunny, warm upcoming week will help his healing process. Tomorrow is May 5th. He plants his garden after May 10th. Let's see how we'll figure this one out. </p><p>Till next time... I wish you all a blessed week!</p><p> </p><div style="text-align: right; font-size: small; clear: both;" id="blogsy_footer"><a href="http://blogsyapp.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://blogsyapp.com/images/blogsy_footer_icon.png" alt="Posted with Blogsy" style="vertical-align: middle; margin-right: 5px;" width="20" height="20" />Posted with Blogsy</a></div>Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01156493363352822675noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425758824072836896.post-53241272999837851472014-05-03T09:56:00.001-04:002014-05-03T09:56:15.430-04:00I Can Face Tomorrow Because He Lives<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">God answered another huge prayer for us last night. My daddy had not been able to sleep in two nights. He <span style="line-height: 1.3em;">was up and down all day and night, fidgety and anxious. It has been terribly exhausting on my mom as well as him. But last night, Crystal went over and visited with them for a few hours. Helped calm the situation down some and gave them both a feeling of security so they could sleep a little while. She left and went home, cried herself to sleep, while Suz and I prayed as hard as we could that sleep would come upon him. We knew that if he slept, my mom could sleep, too. Praise God, he slept. And she slept.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl6pN-KNk4B-BfM5Ntdaqw7Hn5ayfCSnYzo4HlU_ffG09pSqXRGnBCancxcemeqQFkI5t2qjA0kEkCU2TqROdUqAV0voLG2bYYc9-dJ78tU7hUA0DlHPn5bcxpAGOuFsS7WN1C28eTGI0/s1936/Photo%25252020140503095532.jpg" target="_blank" style="line-height: 1.3em; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl6pN-KNk4B-BfM5Ntdaqw7Hn5ayfCSnYzo4HlU_ffG09pSqXRGnBCancxcemeqQFkI5t2qjA0kEkCU2TqROdUqAV0voLG2bYYc9-dJ78tU7hUA0DlHPn5bcxpAGOuFsS7WN1C28eTGI0/s500/Photo%25252020140503095532.jpg" id="blogsy-1399125374309.4705" class="aligncenter" alt="" width="500" height="500"></a><span style="line-height: 1.3em;"> </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">God's beauty and promise that weeping lasts for the night but joy comes in the morning felt so real to me this <span style="line-height: 1.3em;">morning. The birds are singing and the squirrels are all over the place rejoicing in the bright beauty of the morning.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj70uIxQPzMCQoI3j3gHu4WaOH3EtLcfk-_AKVYjv5w0ca-GfYEYfqRXVBqI_rSu1H5pp3nOzBdDHCkmc2JuzzyZgRzox01mDgXpQ5vydJFEZDdntsVIKMvT4NNXAdnMA5oe5G2GA-_ykc/s2048/Photo%25252020140503095533.jpg" target="_blank" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj70uIxQPzMCQoI3j3gHu4WaOH3EtLcfk-_AKVYjv5w0ca-GfYEYfqRXVBqI_rSu1H5pp3nOzBdDHCkmc2JuzzyZgRzox01mDgXpQ5vydJFEZDdntsVIKMvT4NNXAdnMA5oe5G2GA-_ykc/s500/Photo%25252020140503095533.jpg" id="blogsy-1399125374275.148" class="aligncenter" alt="" width="500" height="373"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This hydrangea is one that my mom gave me for Valentine's Day. It has a lot of new growth coming up on <span style="line-height: 1.3em;">it. I am curious if anyone who might happen to read my blog has any tips on taking care of it this summer. I may leave it in its pot and see how it fares. Just didn't know if I should plant it in the dirt this year or wait. I want it to live and grow and make pretty pink blooms.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYEGp59QJ9eO7dAHUNmF9E-PgpjOcIZaweBSBNT_GcaHqVHeJGB5mXk7MXS9Rf7aWko40MyuIIgmcUNEsvN3QMqBGeDonpRlgmScE0oc1wCIzz0WUXcdHpIOETiJgXeHeoRnBrmTJrT3Y/s2048/Photo%25252020140503095533.jpg" target="_blank" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYEGp59QJ9eO7dAHUNmF9E-PgpjOcIZaweBSBNT_GcaHqVHeJGB5mXk7MXS9Rf7aWko40MyuIIgmcUNEsvN3QMqBGeDonpRlgmScE0oc1wCIzz0WUXcdHpIOETiJgXeHeoRnBrmTJrT3Y/s500/Photo%25252020140503095533.jpg" id="blogsy-1399125374235.4841" class="aligncenter" alt="" width="500" height="373"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I can face tomorrow just because I know He lives.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi22OXnC8GzJXsRObbRqMCGWvibwSugklWnTakx3raVI9lOy0HogTo9xLofB0P1VhLTZVZM_Iu_WaAWLF7WHpJK9MPL1tRjppItAb8AdRzdHTdDKcRlvIrN-pl2FZJB5UTWC2SnPEhvr4E/s2048/Photo%25252020140503095533.jpg" target="_blank" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi22OXnC8GzJXsRObbRqMCGWvibwSugklWnTakx3raVI9lOy0HogTo9xLofB0P1VhLTZVZM_Iu_WaAWLF7WHpJK9MPL1tRjppItAb8AdRzdHTdDKcRlvIrN-pl2FZJB5UTWC2SnPEhvr4E/s500/Photo%25252020140503095533.jpg" id="blogsy-1399125374236.2593" class="aligncenter" width="500" height="373" alt=""></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYEGp59QJ9eO7dAHUNmF9E-PgpjOcIZaweBSBNT_GcaHqVHeJGB5mXk7MXS9Rf7aWko40MyuIIgmcUNEsvN3QMqBGeDonpRlgmScE0oc1wCIzz0WUXcdHpIOETiJgXeHeoRnBrmTJrT3Y/s2048/Photo%25252020140503095533.jpg" target="_blank" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br></a></div><p> Till next time...</p><p> </p><div style="text-align: right; font-size: small; clear: both;" id="blogsy_footer"><a href="http://blogsyapp.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://blogsyapp.com/images/blogsy_footer_icon.png" alt="Posted with Blogsy" style="vertical-align: middle; margin-right: 5px;" width="20" height="20" />Posted with Blogsy</a></div>Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01156493363352822675noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425758824072836896.post-3231806293805820422014-04-28T17:33:00.001-04:002014-04-28T17:33:30.200-04:00Life Lately<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="line-height: 1.3em; text-align: start;">So <font face="Arial Black" size="5">life threw me a curveball of epic proportions on Friday morning at 5:30 in the morning. My mom called me after she had called the paramedics. She found my dad unresponsive in the living room. He had fallen asleep before checking his sugar and eating his snack. He's a very bad diabetic, and controlling his sugar has been almost impossible lately. The paramedics got his sugar up, but he was still unconscious. We didn't know, and still don't know, how long his brain was partially without oxygen.</font></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="text-align: start; clear: both;"><font face="Arial Black" size="5">Friday was touch-and-go. We weren't sure he was going to make it through the day. He pulled off another miracle and survived another close call. He was in intensive care until last night and he was moved to a regular room.</font></div><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Vc3q_veUeN8/U17IoyOFVdI/AAAAAAAAAU8/qdLgVRGxH_Y/s2048/Photo%25252020140428173047.jpg" target="_blank" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Vc3q_veUeN8/U17IoyOFVdI/AAAAAAAAAU8/qdLgVRGxH_Y/s500/Photo%25252020140428173047.jpg" id="blogsy-1398720805505.29" class="aligncenter" alt="" width="500" height="374"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><p> <span style="line-height: 1.3em;"><font face="Arial Black" size="5">The last few days have been spent at the hospital. Thank goodness we have a big family to share the big responsibility to staying with him and we've kept each other company. We have pretty much been every one of these numbers on the pain scale while we've been here.</font></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfLx7zi-X5qTh5jZHosYdOP0Al7ydurxBtD9FW9cRWcP63E1Xe0mpYGUs2qeqcy9deGQNIuDxjCHSMWD2quwF3aLw3J3UtCkhi0c6WGEkvHdsZY6Z2OKedA_jGNnEqEa5HCBGOJeA137Q/s2048/Photo%25252020140428173047.jpg" target="_blank" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfLx7zi-X5qTh5jZHosYdOP0Al7ydurxBtD9FW9cRWcP63E1Xe0mpYGUs2qeqcy9deGQNIuDxjCHSMWD2quwF3aLw3J3UtCkhi0c6WGEkvHdsZY6Z2OKedA_jGNnEqEa5HCBGOJeA137Q/s500/Photo%25252020140428173047.jpg" id="blogsy-1398720805488.2046" class="aligncenter" alt="" width="500" height="373"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><font face="Arial Black" size="5">The hours go by fast. Not sure how or why, but they do. At least they do for me. They crawl for him, though.</font></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-WQshLWp1Ofk/U17I1tBcaYI/AAAAAAAAAVM/1_i9TR173Qo/s2048/Photo%25252020140428173048.jpg" target="_blank" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-WQshLWp1Ofk/U17I1tBcaYI/AAAAAAAAAVM/1_i9TR173Qo/s500/Photo%25252020140428173048.jpg" id="blogsy-1398720805490.2676" class="aligncenter" alt="" width="500" height="373"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><font face="Arial Black" size="5">We've discovered new water. He has to be on a pureed diet and this is what he is drinking for water. He said that they've figured out how to make even water taste bad. Bless his heart.</font><br><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-kh8a23fsw7U/U17I9be38LI/AAAAAAAAAVU/dGxXYaA20iM/s2048/Photo%25252020140428173048.jpg" target="_blank" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-kh8a23fsw7U/U17I9be38LI/AAAAAAAAAVU/dGxXYaA20iM/s500/Photo%25252020140428173048.jpg" id="blogsy-1398720805528.8376" class="aligncenter" alt="" width="500" height="374"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><font face="Arial Black"><font size="5">We are expecting terrible storms tonight. My daddy's room is on the 4th floor and I pray they will be safe.</font> </font></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><font face="Arial Black"><br></font><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-_wgEx5i2o_Q/U17JEg9ugwI/AAAAAAAAAVc/jkVahezzZrc/s2048/Photo%25252020140428173048.jpg" target="_blank" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-_wgEx5i2o_Q/U17JEg9ugwI/AAAAAAAAAVc/jkVahezzZrc/s500/Photo%25252020140428173048.jpg" id="blogsy-1398720805512.4272" class="aligncenter" alt="" width="500" height="374"></a></div><p> <font face="Arial Black" size="5">My aunt, Brenda, is staying tonight with him. There's actually a very good place to sleep here. They are sure to have a good time.</font></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-HvDsLoN_pek/U17JImt0VHI/AAAAAAAAAVk/CzPld7p7-CE/s2048/Photo%25252020140428173048.jpg" target="_blank" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-HvDsLoN_pek/U17JImt0VHI/AAAAAAAAAVk/CzPld7p7-CE/s500/Photo%25252020140428173048.jpg" id="blogsy-1398720805512.8657" class="aligncenter" width="500" height="374" alt=""></a></div><p> <font face="Arial Black" size="5">Hopefully, I'll have better news to report tomorrow. Till next time...</font></p><p> </p><div style="text-align: right; font-size: small; clear: both;" id="blogsy_footer"><a href="http://blogsyapp.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://blogsyapp.com/images/blogsy_footer_icon.png" alt="Posted with Blogsy" style="vertical-align: middle; margin-right: 5px;" width="20" height="20" />Posted with Blogsy</a></div>Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01156493363352822675noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425758824072836896.post-77021238688351239222014-04-24T22:33:00.001-04:002014-04-24T22:33:03.124-04:00Fish Fry<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><font face="Arial Black" size="5">Yesterday I had my final follow-up for my recent surgeries. The doctor said I had healed perfectly and she <span style="line-height: 1.3em;">was very pleased with my progress. She gave me the go-ahead to do anything that I felt like doing. The key word there, as I am finding out, is FELT or FEEL like doing. It doesn't mean that I have to do or should feel like doing any particilar thing. It only means that if I FEEL like doing it, she doesn't have any restrictions on me to do anything. Today I felt like washing my front porch and back deck. It's an annual ritual for me to do. They get so covered in pollen and dust and mildew. I gave them a good washing and now they look so nice and ready for the rest of the spring and summer.</span></font></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><font face="Arial Black" size="5">Jean has got the prettiest Knockout Roses. Jeff and his brothers gave them to her a few years ago for Mother's Day. She isn't able to prune them or give them any special treatment, but just look how pretty they are. Each one is full of blooms. This one is red. It's from Ronnie.</font></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz5KxPsAnW8wgdi1ja90lTafLnH8PVByHwzoEZr6lYY1tgapU3vm6lhjUu8F8Env3kOtUTETduVAZEtlUj_XQI6JimpbyxdHZ4pYVofmsZP24zjSgwDw0w31JUQnJ9oZQa9QviduimMlA/s2048/Photo%25252020140424223148.jpg" target="_blank" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz5KxPsAnW8wgdi1ja90lTafLnH8PVByHwzoEZr6lYY1tgapU3vm6lhjUu8F8Env3kOtUTETduVAZEtlUj_XQI6JimpbyxdHZ4pYVofmsZP24zjSgwDw0w31JUQnJ9oZQa9QviduimMlA/s500/Photo%25252020140424223148.jpg" id="blogsy-1398393181440.58" class="aligncenter" alt="" width="500" height="667"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><font face="Arial Black" size="5">The yellow one is from Jeff. They don't make a Knockout Rose that starts with a J, so they just chose the <span style="line-height: 1.3em;">yellow one to be from Jeff.</span></font></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix9hcvBisQL9kook-_roGuXJp_nRJ-gYulV4mjQdrwOgcnijLOuFVri5_nRncvrbL8oWb5jNkb1N6jhsSOXc1GsI21Hfx4f3hnRlxmuhYnNN7fVnvwIssAtYzbGN9yz-cUJGhbRPJVM_s/s2048/Photo%25252020140424223148.jpg" target="_blank" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix9hcvBisQL9kook-_roGuXJp_nRJ-gYulV4mjQdrwOgcnijLOuFVri5_nRncvrbL8oWb5jNkb1N6jhsSOXc1GsI21Hfx4f3hnRlxmuhYnNN7fVnvwIssAtYzbGN9yz-cUJGhbRPJVM_s/s500/Photo%25252020140424223148.jpg" id="blogsy-1398393181464.8687" class="aligncenter" alt="" width="500" height="667"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><font face="Arial Black" size="5">The pink one was from P-nut. </font></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><font face="Arial Black" size="5">Considering how little care has been given to them, I was surprised by the blooms. They were so pretty.</font></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVhLKjHjz0R9VMDbT-QSVa4XaLB6Nz5ajvPgW2-A9VRq63iUS_xL2MGUNy6Axq6nTOKJxt1JcqQKhrGUM_YgudZRliktG2e0kyq8gAfRfP3wCFmydElL-wcstGyirEMsjw1ory2GCpRgc/s2048/Photo%25252020140424223148.jpg" target="_blank" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVhLKjHjz0R9VMDbT-QSVa4XaLB6Nz5ajvPgW2-A9VRq63iUS_xL2MGUNy6Axq6nTOKJxt1JcqQKhrGUM_YgudZRliktG2e0kyq8gAfRfP3wCFmydElL-wcstGyirEMsjw1ory2GCpRgc/s500/Photo%25252020140424223148.jpg" id="blogsy-1398393181484.772" class="aligncenter" alt="" width="500" height="667"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><font face="Arial Black" size="5">We picked up Jean and her sister, Dot, to go and visit their other sister, Anne, who has moved into an assisted living home. At first the transition was so hard on her entire family, but she seems to have adjusted <span style="line-height: 1.3em;">well. </span></font></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="line-height: 1.3em;"><font face="Arial Black" size="5">The home hosted a fish fry tonight. The residents were encouraged to invite their families. So Jeff and I took Jean and Dot to the fish fry.</font></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="line-height: 1.3em;"><font face="Arial Black" size="5">They had fried up so many good fish! And hushpuppies! So, so good. </font></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-AJSIBnWcoDw/U1nJQKwlodI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/sVTyWhuQ_WA/s2048/Photo%25252020140424223148.jpg" target="_blank" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-AJSIBnWcoDw/U1nJQKwlodI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/sVTyWhuQ_WA/s500/Photo%25252020140424223148.jpg" id="blogsy-1398393181462.8862" class="aligncenter" alt="" width="500" height="667"></a></div><p><font face="Arial Black" size="5"> Anne is on the left. That's her son, Ted, who is Jeff's cousin and BFF growing up. They grew up next door to each other. Jean and Dot are also in the picture. I know Jean misses having her sister right next door. They were next-door neighbors for at least 50 years! </font></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-FQvm2ymZgw4/U1nJS8FWGDI/AAAAAAAAAUY/W3OVedY75IM/s2048/Photo%25252020140424223148.jpg" target="_blank" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-FQvm2ymZgw4/U1nJS8FWGDI/AAAAAAAAAUY/W3OVedY75IM/s500/Photo%25252020140424223148.jpg" id="blogsy-1398393181397.0718" class="aligncenter" alt="" width="500" height="667"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><font face="Arial Black" size="5">The home also made the cutest banana pudding cups. </font></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><font face="Arial Black" size="5">Why can't I ever think of something like that?</font><br><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-bMQmHEFC5YM/U1nJVQTvqgI/AAAAAAAAAUg/tr_3b6WPec8/s2048/Photo%25252020140424223148.jpg" target="_blank" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-bMQmHEFC5YM/U1nJVQTvqgI/AAAAAAAAAUg/tr_3b6WPec8/s500/Photo%25252020140424223148.jpg" id="blogsy-1398393181486.9531" class="aligncenter" alt="" width="500" height="667"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><font face="Arial Black" size="5">We had the most beautiful sunset while we were driving back home. We were driving straight into it and it <span style="line-height: 1.3em;">was gorgeous. I never get tired of a pretty sunset. </span></font></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7UgPfxs8NlWa-PO7n_EkaMioNW0srwn4seCp6fa8-KezpHBLa8yCO7lI7xU04EdDz3eOvg7Un8BsMXh0tq2GXVTdI4SS-ekCzJ0HqbDOWpPcLIS8PzfncnBbGzkJ7RVsn_19vvTli3wg/s2048/Photo%25252020140424223148.jpg" target="_blank" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7UgPfxs8NlWa-PO7n_EkaMioNW0srwn4seCp6fa8-KezpHBLa8yCO7lI7xU04EdDz3eOvg7Un8BsMXh0tq2GXVTdI4SS-ekCzJ0HqbDOWpPcLIS8PzfncnBbGzkJ7RVsn_19vvTli3wg/s500/Photo%25252020140424223148.jpg" id="blogsy-1398393181405.598" class="aligncenter" width="500" height="667" alt=""></a></div><p> <font face="Arial Black" size="5">Two of my uncles from South Georgia drove up today to visit with my daddy and my mom. I baked a pound cake for them to have with their lunch. My MaMa Kimball always had a fresh pound cake. I even put it in her big, old, green Tupperware bowl that she used to store her pound cakes in. I think it makes the cake taste even better, if that's possible. Jeff was so sweet and took it over to their house last night when it was still warm from the oven. Daddy said it was the best he'd ever had. I guess after all he had been through, it probably was. </font></p><p><span style="line-height: 1.3em;"><font face="Arial Black" size="5">After my appointment yesterday, I took another small nap and that nap got me over the hump. I feel like I have recovered from the stressful hospital stay. I am taking life one day at a time. But that's how we're supposed to do it, right? Thankful for each blessing that comes my way and taking advantage of every chance I'm given to spend time with loved ones, that's what I'm trying to do. And tonight I was able to enjoy my mother-in-law and her sweet sisters at a fish fry.</font></span></p><p><span style="line-height: 1.3em;"><font face="Arial Black" size="5">Looking forward to a nice weekend. Hopefully, the weather will be nice enough that I can get some flowers planted. That is, if I FEEL like it.</font></span></p><p><font face="Arial Black" size="5">Till next time...</font></p><p> </p><div style="text-align: right; font-size: small; clear: both;" id="blogsy_footer"><a href="http://blogsyapp.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://blogsyapp.com/images/blogsy_footer_icon.png" alt="Posted with Blogsy" style="vertical-align: middle; margin-right: 5px;" width="20" height="20" />Posted with Blogsy</a></div>Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01156493363352822675noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425758824072836896.post-16312939543058598452014-04-23T09:51:00.001-04:002014-04-23T09:51:40.468-04:00Two Long Days and One Longer Night<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My daddy's health has been poor the last several months. His diabetes has been way out of control and unmanageable. Finally, some of his symptoms and problems landed him in the hospital to have a test done.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Normally, people who are in the hospital don't look their best, but I thought daddy looked just as handsome as ever. Of course, this was on the first day, shortly after we got there and got situated in our room. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-YF26y43v5-w/U1fFUJBTPPI/AAAAAAAAATI/YBw2SMQtuLs/s2048/Photo%25252020140423095105.jpg" target="_blank" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-YF26y43v5-w/U1fFUJBTPPI/AAAAAAAAATI/YBw2SMQtuLs/s500/Photo%25252020140423095105.jpg" id="blogsy-1398261099222.8347" class="aligncenter" alt="" width="500" height="667"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">He was referred to several times while we were there as a "brittle diabetic", which basically means that his diabetes is hard to control and is up and down, up and down. Those ups and downs can cause lots of nerve damage that you may not be aware are occurring until years after the damage has been done. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I stayed the night with him to help him get prepped for his colonoscopy that he was going to have yesterday. Normally, a person could prep for it at home, but he had tried that already and his sugar dropped too low to have it done. So it was determined by his doctor that a hospital stay would be the only way to have the prep and test safely done. </div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="line-height: 1.3em;">Alicia and Cam brought me this little jewel to the hospital Monday night. They knew that I was in for a long </span><span style="line-height: 1.3em;">night. </span><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPeODGccYamR2ADcQw7YCIQxYBmvip73WB22APFDa05JiZfbwyYJsXHdQX0OLZ5vD4oQVIynqTH1Ta-RBtx-qIz8euPgbPMqTjrcH57DZQ8EfYbBHntYtTZ3Cg4IrJjNKGMbEpN0TKGkc/s2048/Photo%25252020140423095105.jpg" target="_blank" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPeODGccYamR2ADcQw7YCIQxYBmvip73WB22APFDa05JiZfbwyYJsXHdQX0OLZ5vD4oQVIynqTH1Ta-RBtx-qIz8euPgbPMqTjrcH57DZQ8EfYbBHntYtTZ3Cg4IrJjNKGMbEpN0TKGkc/s500/Photo%25252020140423095105.jpg" id="blogsy-1398261099284.8982" class="aligncenter" alt="" width="500" height="667"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">But how long and frightening the night was going to be was something none of us, especially me, expected.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">His sugar dropped three times during the night. Once it was brought up by drinking orange juice, with some sugar mixed in it. The second time the level was critical and wouldn't come up with orange juice. He had to have an injection of dextrose into his IV. The third time the level was critical and life-threatening. I had saved this photo off someone's Facebook during the day on Monday. I knew that one day or night, as the case was, it would come in handy. Monday night was that night. <br><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWPFOn2vaUSnRfTgXoya6z3CX4AawTgA91mDcmpQE7Dswy04dSNCWjAlmexnUEWxRkjKh7zswDm7FP3shMpzs70eNGW8fGm4kO7ldNkLO1bapdE1PqOZmLbomRrB6Hp0SlYchyphenhyphenUOL4gLU/s1136/Photo%25252020140423095105.jpg" target="_blank" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWPFOn2vaUSnRfTgXoya6z3CX4AawTgA91mDcmpQE7Dswy04dSNCWjAlmexnUEWxRkjKh7zswDm7FP3shMpzs70eNGW8fGm4kO7ldNkLO1bapdE1PqOZmLbomRrB6Hp0SlYchyphenhyphenUOL4gLU/s500/Photo%25252020140423095105.jpg" id="blogsy-1398261099221.0703" class="aligncenter" alt="" width="500" height="888"></a></div><p> I was disappointed by some of the ways the hospital handled his care. They knew his history and how quickly his condition could go from sitting up and talking to nearly being in a diabetic coma. Yet it took between 5 and 10 minutes to get the dextrose to him the third time. The nurse's station didn't have the dextrose and had to wait to get it from the pharmacy. I thought I was going to stand there and watch my daddy slip into a diabetic coma. Scared and afraid can't even come close to the feelings I felt as I was there alone. But just like the picture says, I wasn't alone. But I was afraid. I recited the 23rd Psalm to myself so many times that night. When I felt afraid, I prayed. I was afraid a lot that night. </p><p>Finally, I watched the night turn into morning and I knew that we had made it. Crystal got there around 7:30 and I was so happy to see her face. I have a large family, as you all know, and there were many people I could've called to stay with me. I thought I'd take care of the night, never knowing how many more nights there could be like that one in our future. I thought that maybe next time I'd be the one at home and I would want the person staying there to handle things and let me rest at home. But as Ross pointed out to me last night, that was too much for one person to take on their own. I should've called someone to come and stay with us to help quiet my fear. But really, like the picture says, I wasn't alone at all.</p><p>Daddy's test was done at around 10:30, after Crystal begged our nurse to get him worked in ASAP, because we knew it wouldn't be much longer before his sugar would bottom out again. </p><p>I don't want to belittle the fact that the test showed no cancer. That is a blessing for sure! The devil was on me big time while we were waiting and was working to convince me that he did have cancer. Again, I played the 23rd Psalm over and over in my head. He had three polyps removed, one of them being quite large. He's being checked for colitis. But I was disapointed that the doctor couldn't tell us specifically that he had found the cause of his symptoms. He has to get his sugar under control, but even that may not take care of his problems. We are taking it one day and one night at a time.</p><p>We were released from the hospital yesterday at 3:30. Here's my sweet daddy just as he was about to get in my car, his chariot, to take him back to his home, his castle.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoSJtIa6yO4-k7nxnvBw0zlN9H41FFKtwIAZJFKgdmKCjDUmJxfpqC6RrT6sJRsMIFInBWyd2TV2bMQmJ-c1VVq9-1iomY-6ZSTOKBdSI0LLZ9jUJqrT6H51z2EuXtIz0sxAeWz5c1spY/s2048/Photo%25252020140423095105.jpg" target="_blank" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoSJtIa6yO4-k7nxnvBw0zlN9H41FFKtwIAZJFKgdmKCjDUmJxfpqC6RrT6sJRsMIFInBWyd2TV2bMQmJ-c1VVq9-1iomY-6ZSTOKBdSI0LLZ9jUJqrT6H51z2EuXtIz0sxAeWz5c1spY/s500/Photo%25252020140423095105.jpg" id="blogsy-1398261099215.274" class="aligncenter" width="500" height="667" alt=""></a></div><p> We will have long days and longer nights ahead of us, I feel sure. But we will be comforted in the 23rd Psalm and by the picture reminds us that God will never leave us lonely. Or afraid. </p><p>Till next time...</p><p> </p><div style="text-align: right; font-size: small; clear: both;" id="blogsy_footer"><a href="http://blogsyapp.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://blogsyapp.com/images/blogsy_footer_icon.png" alt="Posted with Blogsy" style="vertical-align: middle; margin-right: 5px;" width="20" height="20" />Posted with Blogsy</a></div>Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01156493363352822675noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425758824072836896.post-4379757533690178852014-04-19T21:02:00.001-04:002014-04-19T21:02:18.591-04:00So What'd You Do Today<p> Inevitably, the day before a holiday is going to be a crazy, busy day. I'm not exactly sure why, since you can look at calendars far into the future dates the and see exactly when Easter 2015 is going to be. But I bet next year on the Saturday before Easter, I'll be having another crazy, busy day. I just don't understand.</p><p>Today was no different. I woke up at 7:30 a.m. and haven't stopped till now, at 8:33 p.m. </p><p>Here's a sample of what I did today. I made my mom's Crusty Pound Cake. Do you ever need a relatively simple, very southern and very homemade dessert? This is the perfect thing. It also uses ingredients that, even I, have on hand. Well, all except for the eggs. My daddy brought me a dozen REAL EGGS. Yeah, you know, the brown-colored ones that come from real, farm-raised chickens! I'm lucky, I know.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-9Wfi9pvNPmk/U1McYuwVaGI/AAAAAAAAAN8/s2maA9yxYQI/s2048/Photo%25252020140419210114.jpg" target="_blank" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-9Wfi9pvNPmk/U1McYuwVaGI/AAAAAAAAAN8/s2maA9yxYQI/s500/Photo%25252020140419210114.jpg" id="blogsy-1397955737827.3918" class="aligncenter" alt="" width="500" height="375"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Should've greased and floured the pan better. It stuck like crazy. I thought I was going to ruin it. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBhmeoIuBQGnD8RzIVv2D-HkoR75IEf8LvKSaiOSSZgf6E87ErjksV-kyZCK6obyRrGugiYbUDL7ck7aqFf3tkQyQV-6Hnk6MD2eh9k1Kc2EZvhosRR9hb0uRglyDSJwh7Si3_kk9IEbM/s2048/Photo%25252020140419210114.jpg" target="_blank" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBhmeoIuBQGnD8RzIVv2D-HkoR75IEf8LvKSaiOSSZgf6E87ErjksV-kyZCK6obyRrGugiYbUDL7ck7aqFf3tkQyQV-6Hnk6MD2eh9k1Kc2EZvhosRR9hb0uRglyDSJwh7Si3_kk9IEbM/s500/Photo%25252020140419210114.jpg" id="blogsy-1397955737833.429" class="aligncenter" alt="" width="500" height="667"></a></div><p> It looks so pretty in my glass cake dome! It's a pretty cake! The appearance doesn't hold a candle to the taste of it, though! It's so moist, little lemony, little vanilla, WONDERFUL!</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTn2SzQ_Ynpg5JYYxFdZSi-v2mxAeJ6IPGxJXkg_hlUOj4P9pRQM6bop542CnvBzfY8qDb6pUuYrKGfX7M_iYpqAk2krcFM6SltbcldcQhFz2d-OXjJ_qjZ0GsSuRFhTR_ztJ1CuT5FyM/s2048/Photo%25252020140419210114.jpg" target="_blank" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTn2SzQ_Ynpg5JYYxFdZSi-v2mxAeJ6IPGxJXkg_hlUOj4P9pRQM6bop542CnvBzfY8qDb6pUuYrKGfX7M_iYpqAk2krcFM6SltbcldcQhFz2d-OXjJ_qjZ0GsSuRFhTR_ztJ1CuT5FyM/s500/Photo%25252020140419210114.jpg" id="blogsy-1397955737857.7861" class="aligncenter" alt="" width="500" height="667"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I wanted to make a squash casserole for Easter lunch tomorrow. Lots of cutting and slicing in this little dish, girls. But that hot, squash casserole will be wonderful! It's another one of my moms's recipe.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-gMDZPgrQ4Tg/U1McfvEldrI/AAAAAAAAAOU/Bkdwmr9eaU0/s2048/Photo%25252020140419210114.jpg" target="_blank" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-gMDZPgrQ4Tg/U1McfvEldrI/AAAAAAAAAOU/Bkdwmr9eaU0/s500/Photo%25252020140419210114.jpg" id="blogsy-1397955737779.0686" class="aligncenter" alt="" width="500" height="667"></a></div><p> I had been looking for an Easter apron or something springy, something festive. I couldn't find anything. So if I see an Easter apron on clearance anywhere or if I can remember next year, I want to get an Easter apron. </p><p>Michael's came to my rescue, though, with a plain canvas apron, a beautiful cross and verse of scripture iron-on transferrable. I made myself an Easter apron.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-JPTM6EVyT8Tkb3jtLJY5jhXDK8966203WmK0vU57ozGBU1_RGwtsck09cQ7EwnbkdSM3xUipxh-6UzytgpCl5BxV1QcojuZ6AhA9eM_l5BvRTPd2cw4iwlfftKI_cMpXERxMUbbgkZ4/s2048/Photo%25252020140419210114.jpg" target="_blank" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-JPTM6EVyT8Tkb3jtLJY5jhXDK8966203WmK0vU57ozGBU1_RGwtsck09cQ7EwnbkdSM3xUipxh-6UzytgpCl5BxV1QcojuZ6AhA9eM_l5BvRTPd2cw4iwlfftKI_cMpXERxMUbbgkZ4/s500/Photo%25252020140419210114.jpg" id="blogsy-1397955737770.4473" class="aligncenter" alt="" width="500" height="667"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Of course, I stuffed eggs and got everything ready for the Easter bunny. Yes, I realize that my children are <span style="line-height: 1.3em;">grown and, no, I'm not crazy. At least not in that sense. I hope to always be able to make the boys' an Easter bucket. What a fun time to give them just a little something!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRwjFpmaqozNXFIOsUuU_LOkyqRu1NUeJC9VwV6a7oZx88yUmP7st33yDtnwvtVBprNzJyvFySZXExOJAdvLnntuFJAwCBI7UL3Q1K3HxIQRWW5LMspBJAaKcKFYzpcuH5IOD5u7oVtOY/s1136/Photo%25252020140419210115.jpg" target="_blank" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRwjFpmaqozNXFIOsUuU_LOkyqRu1NUeJC9VwV6a7oZx88yUmP7st33yDtnwvtVBprNzJyvFySZXExOJAdvLnntuFJAwCBI7UL3Q1K3HxIQRWW5LMspBJAaKcKFYzpcuH5IOD5u7oVtOY/s500/Photo%25252020140419210115.jpg" id="blogsy-1397955737827.443" class="aligncenter" alt="" width="500" height="888"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I called my daddy this morning to see if he'd like to take an Easter lito his momma and daddy's grave. He said he <span style="line-height: 1.3em;">would if he had one. Well, they were on sale at Publix for $5.99. So I bought one and took it over and rode with him to visit their grave. Someone had put two beautiful crosses, with the prettiest little robin eggs on them. These two graves stood out in the cemetary with all the flowers and thoughtfulness given to them. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-8fTcSr5hwM4/U1Mclr1ZVjI/AAAAAAAAAOs/5fEK49g9Eg4/s2048/Photo%25252020140419210115.jpg" target="_blank" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-8fTcSr5hwM4/U1Mclr1ZVjI/AAAAAAAAAOs/5fEK49g9Eg4/s500/Photo%25252020140419210115.jpg" id="blogsy-1397955737865.0793" class="aligncenter" width="500" height="667" alt=""></a></div><p> After we left the cemetary, daddy drove me around to one of the subdivisions he worked in when I was growing up. I couldn't begin to count the number of times I had heard him talking to someone about the Chapparal. The Chapparal, and the work it gave daddy, helped raise Crystal, Suz and me. Then he showed me a road he used to drive on as a teenage boy. He said he knew that he had gotten his car up to 100. It was a narrow, curvy road, too. Man, I bet he gave his momma a few gray hairs. </p><p>We got back to their house and I helped mom carry her groceries in the house. Is that not one of the worst domestic jobs there is? I hate it. I will carry 48 bags and practically dislocate my shoulder to make one trip. She hates it, too. </p><p>Came home and finished tidying up after my cooking earlier in the day. Then I gave myself a DIY mani/pedi. I am not a fan of DIY mani/pedis. I don't have a steady had, even though I've been polishing my nails since I was probably eight years old.</p><p>Oh, well. I hope everyone has a wonderful Easter Sunday. I hope everyone celebrates the risen Savior we serve. I hope everyone eats too much of that oh, so perfect Easter candy. And I hope everyone enjoys the time they spend with their loved ones. I can tell you that A Girl Named Kelly Kelly plans to do all of the above. And bake two hams in the morning before church...</p><p>Till next time...</p><p> </p><div style="text-align: right; font-size: small; clear: both;" id="blogsy_footer"><a href="http://blogsyapp.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://blogsyapp.com/images/blogsy_footer_icon.png" alt="Posted with Blogsy" style="vertical-align: middle; margin-right: 5px;" width="20" height="20" />Posted with Blogsy</a></div>Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01156493363352822675noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425758824072836896.post-16779093513249627112014-04-16T23:05:00.001-04:002014-04-16T23:05:20.077-04:00One Busy Day<p> Today was house cleaning day. Jeff and I clean the house together every other week. You know, the good, deep-down cleaning that lets you sleep extra good after you do it. I wasn't able to do as much as I would normally do, but my sweet Jeffery took up my slack, just like he always does. </p><p>I had to finally toss my pretty flowers that Suz, Crystal, Cam and Alicia brought me after my surgery last week. I was sad at first, but then I thought about how much I have enjoyed them over the past week. I felt better about it after that. I was able to save six Gerbera daisies that Crystal gave me. I put them in this Mason-type jar. I'll get to enjoy them a few days more.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-kcyGDqk22nA/U09Ev_M8KrI/AAAAAAAAANQ/IWY0WP4i268/s2048/Photo%25252020140416230417.jpg" target="_blank" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-kcyGDqk22nA/U09Ev_M8KrI/AAAAAAAAANQ/IWY0WP4i268/s500/Photo%25252020140416230417.jpg" id="blogsy-1397703920863.281" class="aligncenter" alt="" width="500" height="667"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">So if you need a good reason to take the best care of your body that you're able to, then read this sign that <span style="line-height: 1.3em;">was at the diabetes doctor I took daddy to today. Ain't nobody wanting to stick their fingers SIX times a day! I learned a lot about diabetes today, but the most important thing I learned is I HOPE I NEVER HAVE IT. I know it runs in my family, but I pray that it runs the other way. In addition to that, I learned that my daddy is lucky to be alive. His diabetes has been completely out of control. 90 percent of the things that my daddy has been doing, some thinking it was the right thing to do, have been WRONG. Some of it was just him, as he put it to me, not "liking that word moderation." We have a lot of work to do. Diet, finger sticks, more lab work, lots of moderation. I'm praying that this doctor will help put us on the right track. It's a slow process. But we've got time and really, nothing else better to do. His and my mom's health are the most important thing right now. Gotta get them feeling their oats again. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-LJERhR2bJdk/U09E0hRvM8I/AAAAAAAAANY/HV_Y1FNOSAk/s2048/Photo%25252020140416230417.jpg" target="_blank" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-LJERhR2bJdk/U09E0hRvM8I/AAAAAAAAANY/HV_Y1FNOSAk/s500/Photo%25252020140416230417.jpg" id="blogsy-1397703920861.461" class="aligncenter" alt="" width="500" height="667"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I sat in my daddy's truck and just chatted for at least two hours. Really, it was longer than that. We talked <span style="line-height: 1.3em;">about so many different things. The weather was lovely and there was a perfect little breeze blowing through the truck windows. He wasn't in a hurry, and neither was I. So we chatted. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="line-height: 1.3em;">When he left, I knew I still had the daunting task of shopping for an Easter dress. Where I come from, your Easter frockery is of the utmost imoprtance. My momma and daddy ALWAYS made sure that Crystal, Suz and I had new dresses, shoes, gloves, hats, socks and purses. Many years momma made our dresses. Lucky little girls we were.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="line-height: 1.3em;">I have shopped for weeks and weeks for my dress. I had even ordered two off the Internet, which I sent back to them barely taking them out of the packaging. I could tell by first glimpse that neither was what I was looking for. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="line-height: 1.3em;">Suz text me that she had seen some gorgeous dresses at Dillard's. We don't have a very good mall near me. She has the Mall of Georgia, only the best mall in the whole state. I thought, yeah, right, Dillard's has the</span> <span style="line-height: 1.3em;"> gorgeous dresses at your mall. They won't have diddly-squat at mine.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="line-height: 1.3em;">The Lord took a little burden off me, though. I nearly pulled a muscle in my arm carrying all the beautiful, colorful dresses I wanted to try on. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkpkTSPqbspZmwESnief5ti-ouHqfEjKNfKelZ6l26mCvSviA8ls7QqqmgzDcm8oNkOjO7yiwj5EusjFV5VMLfPl2_8iHAaSrg6AKoO17rXzufjWUOlRkdyWVLgd4jHJzZlJayiQPGytY/s2048/Photo%25252020140416230418.jpg" target="_blank" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkpkTSPqbspZmwESnief5ti-ouHqfEjKNfKelZ6l26mCvSviA8ls7QqqmgzDcm8oNkOjO7yiwj5EusjFV5VMLfPl2_8iHAaSrg6AKoO17rXzufjWUOlRkdyWVLgd4jHJzZlJayiQPGytY/s500/Photo%25252020140416230418.jpg" id="blogsy-1397703920834.1843" class="aligncenter" width="500" height="500" alt=""></a></div><p> Easter Dress Conquest 2014 is over. I got the perfect dress. It wasn't at all the color or really the style I was looking for, but I love it, and I know I'll get a lot of use of it, too. </p><p>Next time I'll just go to Dillard's to begin with.</p><p>Till next time...</p><p> </p><div style="text-align: right; font-size: small; clear: both;" id="blogsy_footer"><a href="http://blogsyapp.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://blogsyapp.com/images/blogsy_footer_icon.png" alt="Posted with Blogsy" style="vertical-align: middle; margin-right: 5px;" width="20" height="20" />Posted with Blogsy</a></div>Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01156493363352822675noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425758824072836896.post-34592697815395029502014-04-15T19:26:00.001-04:002014-04-15T19:26:37.762-04:00Pretty Pink Flowers<p> I have the best family. I had a job today and when I got home, there was the prettiest hanging basket outside my door. It had a handwritten note signed by my aunt Barbo. It's a double begonia with the sweetest pink blooms on it. I love it, but I love her so much more!</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-vNshVXAC_Xw/U03AKhy9iZI/AAAAAAAAAM4/fPd5TRivlyE/s2048/Photo%25252020140415192624.jpg" target="_blank" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-vNshVXAC_Xw/U03AKhy9iZI/AAAAAAAAAM4/fPd5TRivlyE/s500/Photo%25252020140415192624.jpg" id="blogsy-1397604396816.7546" class="aligncenter" width="500" height="373" alt=""></a></div><p> It's four days until Easter! I have searched and searched for an Easter dress. I had a vision and a color in mind. I think that's where I made my first mistake. Now, nothing except that color dress appeals to me. I've got to find one because I've already bought the necklace that I wanted to wear with it! That was my second mistake. Maybe I'll choose another color, like, say, one the color of the pretty pink blossoms on my hanging basket.</p><p>Till next time...</p><p> </p><div style="text-align: right; font-size: small; clear: both;" id="blogsy_footer"><a href="http://blogsyapp.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://blogsyapp.com/images/blogsy_footer_icon.png" alt="Posted with Blogsy" style="vertical-align: middle; margin-right: 5px;" width="20" height="20" />Posted with Blogsy</a></div>Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01156493363352822675noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425758824072836896.post-35682877342595579372014-04-14T20:32:00.001-04:002014-04-14T20:32:04.780-04:00Living Life<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We visited the farm in South Georgia where my MaMa and PaPa Kimball lived, farmed, and raised their family. My uncle, Bobby, has a house on a portion of what used to be the tobacco field. He had all of us down for Easter. Nice photo bomb, Reid. There's a definite art to photo bombing. <br><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgidl4b_5hn-6v19lfCfJMnrFCq_U4-4FYPGt7Grm_A1PGCiuJ11ujm_ULuI_fC65U0T0n5GTelhX562wXeBObyhw6QP8weVAiYHId4QANThmwhyeQ7a493InPr1Kk7bIF7bYmbdvO-mug/s2048/Photo%25252020140414203010.jpg" target="_blank" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgidl4b_5hn-6v19lfCfJMnrFCq_U4-4FYPGt7Grm_A1PGCiuJ11ujm_ULuI_fC65U0T0n5GTelhX562wXeBObyhw6QP8weVAiYHId4QANThmwhyeQ7a493InPr1Kk7bIF7bYmbdvO-mug/s500/Photo%25252020140414203010.jpg" id="blogsy-1397521924198.795" class="aligncenter" alt="" width="500" height="334"></a>Everyone brings food. It's a potluck. There was chicken, ham, a beautiful salad, the best poppyseed chiicken casserole I've ever eaten, a yummy hashbrown potato casserole, and lots of other yummy stuff. My aunt, Libby, makes the best baked beans. There are two things that MUST be at every Kimball family get-together. One is Libby's baked beans and the other is Jefff's chocolate delight. We had both. Jennifer's mom made a very good banana pudding. Who doesn't love banana pudding?!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-I6HX0q-Em4c/U0x9pQhTfFI/AAAAAAAAALk/viW0F4euqyU/s2048/Photo%25252020140414203010.jpg" target="_blank" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-I6HX0q-Em4c/U0x9pQhTfFI/AAAAAAAAALk/viW0F4euqyU/s500/Photo%25252020140414203010.jpg" id="blogsy-1397521924271.1265" class="aligncenter" alt="" width="500" height="334"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Sometimes I look at my handsome sons and nephews and my beautiful niece, and I can't believe they are</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">the same little kids they used to be. How they grow up on you while you're busy living life.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Wish I could hear what Ross and Reid are conversing about.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCC1DOLxENzuE5Qh9YFx_i0hnXiXMXlYAcT8XQMd4mLmk5zMMHUYwfjwai6wtvE-KyzQyFrjJXEY_riDj4JHKxZfnx-Vqw8r23Kre5mNzMg8SC4yWfZjn51lYdGRzhNqUAnjj_nspsGls/s2048/Photo%25252020140414203010.jpg" target="_blank" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCC1DOLxENzuE5Qh9YFx_i0hnXiXMXlYAcT8XQMd4mLmk5zMMHUYwfjwai6wtvE-KyzQyFrjJXEY_riDj4JHKxZfnx-Vqw8r23Kre5mNzMg8SC4yWfZjn51lYdGRzhNqUAnjj_nspsGls/s500/Photo%25252020140414203010.jpg" id="blogsy-1397521924242.9526" class="aligncenter" alt="" width="500" height="334"></a></div><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Alicia and Cam</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Rsd4ygfN2xg/U0x9uUq18QI/AAAAAAAAAL0/7f48pYw0e7A/s2048/Photo%25252020140414203011.jpg" target="_blank" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Rsd4ygfN2xg/U0x9uUq18QI/AAAAAAAAAL0/7f48pYw0e7A/s500/Photo%25252020140414203011.jpg" id="blogsy-1397521924221.8228" class="aligncenter" alt="" width="500" height="334"></a></div><p> We don't have any "little" kids in the family anymore. Thankfully, we have some "not so little" kids that still like to bend over and pick up a plastic egg filled with Easter candy.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-LGUK79Hnxm8/U0x9x1iW9kI/AAAAAAAAAL8/-_B-cwsF_Bo/s2048/Photo%25252020140414203011.jpg" target="_blank" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-LGUK79Hnxm8/U0x9x1iW9kI/AAAAAAAAAL8/-_B-cwsF_Bo/s500/Photo%25252020140414203011.jpg" id="blogsy-1397521924191.9749" class="aligncenter" alt="" width="500" height="334"></a></div><p> I love this one of sweet Ethan. There is something special about that boy. I got to spend some one-on-one time with him Friday when he helped me with some chores. I told him we could use a doctor in the family, and that I thought he'd make a good one. He chuckled. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1A2G6pi4K6ZqkXHoGsf69_JPpmLfXvFi6UDT83gyQOOrU6cvExMyL-OpIl4IRgoLE_YOtKtcfUp8uPA3yAn8HucKlTs8-u25aXT5Oe_SQit5kR9An4f54pt-asQWRJ9VnJUhUrKYUSxM/s2048/Photo%25252020140414203011.jpg" target="_blank" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" title=""><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1A2G6pi4K6ZqkXHoGsf69_JPpmLfXvFi6UDT83gyQOOrU6cvExMyL-OpIl4IRgoLE_YOtKtcfUp8uPA3yAn8HucKlTs8-u25aXT5Oe_SQit5kR9An4f54pt-asQWRJ9VnJUhUrKYUSxM/s500/Photo%25252020140414203011.jpg" id="blogsy-1397521924259.652" class="aligncenter" alt="" width="500" height="334"></a></div><p>My girl, Alayna. This is a big week for her. She gets her braces off on Thursday. I CANNOT WAIT TO SEE THAT BEAUTIFUL SMILE! Love her so.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-PCZAZCRl_Hs/U0x94XCafNI/AAAAAAAAAMM/3UgymgUg5eI/s2048/Photo%25252020140414203011.jpg" target="_blank" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-PCZAZCRl_Hs/U0x94XCafNI/AAAAAAAAAMM/3UgymgUg5eI/s500/Photo%25252020140414203011.jpg" id="blogsy-1397521924237.9941" class="aligncenter" alt="" width="500" height="334"></a></div><p> Ethan, Alayna, Eli, Colby, Emma and Hannah.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7RMWKq4cFOvwEOsA6Bky-7v3kSjK27hxeICquKwLIhFjHYwA7lyn5lE5XyIbTClCSj7UGqULJdInFXG2FzZNXrMjX7qGtwUtjakewse_PseUdhsyCvPGVo1t5UqqhjJT6KA6WIsR5mBQ/s2048/Photo%25252020140414203012.jpg" target="_blank" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7RMWKq4cFOvwEOsA6Bky-7v3kSjK27hxeICquKwLIhFjHYwA7lyn5lE5XyIbTClCSj7UGqULJdInFXG2FzZNXrMjX7qGtwUtjakewse_PseUdhsyCvPGVo1t5UqqhjJT6KA6WIsR5mBQ/s500/Photo%25252020140414203012.jpg" id="blogsy-1397521924184.8901" class="aligncenter" alt="" width="500" height="334"></a></div><p>We fished and caught at least 100 of the smallest fish you've ever seen. But before leaving Twin Ciy, Georgia, we drove the small distance to Garfied, Georgia, where my grandparents are buried. Rest their souls. I miss them so much.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-FCc6laXOqtA/U0x9-M4cBZI/AAAAAAAAAMc/_qXYuGP_UPg/s2048/Photo%25252020140414203012.jpg" target="_blank" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-FCc6laXOqtA/U0x9-M4cBZI/AAAAAAAAAMc/_qXYuGP_UPg/s500/Photo%25252020140414203012.jpg" id="blogsy-1397521924275.249" class="aligncenter" alt="" width="500" height="667"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="line-height: 1.3em;">That was our Kimball Easter. It's always fun to go down to the farm and pond where I have so many great memories. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="line-height: 1.3em;">But today is someone's birthday who is very special to me! Can't even believe that this little guy is 10 years old today! He is the bonus given to our family. He's proof that </span><span style="line-height: 1.3em;">being around a happy person will make you happy, too. Wish I could be around him more! Love him so, so, so much!</span><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Ft2RB-yuHhc/U0x-ATy6zuI/AAAAAAAAAMk/NeQdvwnYsPY/s2048/Photo%25252020140414203012.jpg" target="_blank" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Ft2RB-yuHhc/U0x-ATy6zuI/AAAAAAAAAMk/NeQdvwnYsPY/s500/Photo%25252020140414203012.jpg" id="blogsy-1397521924204.9917" class="aligncenter" width="500" height="667" alt=""></a></div><p> </p><p> Looking forward to a wonderful week: I'm back to work, so far, so good. Just still weak and not much energy at a time. I think that anesthesia takes it out of you for a little while. Alayna's braces come off Thursday. Daddy finally is seeing a doctor whose specialty is uncontrolled diabetes. Stuffing billions of Easter eggs. Planning the menu for the couple of places we'll spend Easter Sunday. But mostly I'm looking forward to celebrating Christ's resurrection the ENTIRE day on Sunday. I have chills thinking about it. </p><p>Till next time... If you can be anything, be kind. </p><p> </p><div style="text-align: right; font-size: small; clear: both;" id="blogsy_footer"><a href="http://blogsyapp.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://blogsyapp.com/images/blogsy_footer_icon.png" alt="Posted with Blogsy" style="vertical-align: middle; margin-right: 5px;" width="20" height="20" />Posted with Blogsy</a></div>Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01156493363352822675noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425758824072836896.post-12566295892829825352014-04-12T21:30:00.000-04:002014-04-14T19:15:18.244-04:00Just a Rambler<p> I wanted to share with y'all a couple of cleaning products that I found this week. I've used Meyer's Clean Day products before. At Christmas they had a holiday scent that was pretty nice. I've used a couple of other scents, too. With my love for cleaning, and my love for smell-good-stuff, I have hit the jackpot!</p><p>This week I bought the Honeysuckle Countertop Spray. It smells so good. I'm totally wiping my countertops down all the time. Not sure it smells like a Honeysuckle, but it's very possible that it could smells even better than a honeysuckle. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Gr26V25sXwU/U0nnSOjUD5I/AAAAAAAAAK0/ydM7ADdz1h0/s2048/Photo%25252020140412212419.jpg" target="_blank" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Gr26V25sXwU/U0nnSOjUD5I/AAAAAAAAAK0/ydM7ADdz1h0/s500/Photo%25252020140412212419.jpg" id="blogsy-1397517289934.1758" class="aligncenter" width="500" height="373" alt=""></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">So after I bought the countertop cleaner, I found the dish soap at another store. We rarely run our dishwasher since I rarely cook. And when we do cook something, we rinse the dishes off so thoroughly before we put them in the dishwasher, that we just go ahead and wash them and put them away. I mean, I wish they made bubblebath that smells as good as this dish soap. Now, I'm washing the sink with the dish soap, even if there aren't any dishes! Get you some! They make laundry detergent with the same scent, but my skin's gotten a little detergent sensitive, so I'm using unscented detergent right now. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXDZ5zvfuPQwv3ZwVbuWMx7NJCPs7ktAl9r4N_71gsJ4ABK0sKQMqgelaun7PPeVZUFzYJafUIdwCqypnpEEGHFcnvZpRaD59J6lPMr3FUonvRZNhUdMsSqD9Ij6P1QmyfDrCUIcsxDRg/s300/Photo%25252020140412212419.jpg" target="_blank" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXDZ5zvfuPQwv3ZwVbuWMx7NJCPs7ktAl9r4N_71gsJ4ABK0sKQMqgelaun7PPeVZUFzYJafUIdwCqypnpEEGHFcnvZpRaD59J6lPMr3FUonvRZNhUdMsSqD9Ij6P1QmyfDrCUIcsxDRg/s300/Photo%25252020140412212419.jpg" id="blogsy-1397517289938.6428" class="aligncenter" width="300" height="300" alt=""></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I felt so great yesterday! I had prayed so hard Thursday night for a good day, and God really showed out.I <span style="line-height: 1.3em;">felt great from the time I got up until I went to bed. And I wasn't laying around all day. It was just a feel-good kind of day. After having a great day yesterday, I was hoping that today would be the same or even better. I made plans to do a lot of things, since I expected to feel so good. One step forward, two steps back. Didn't feel nearly as good as I did yesterday. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="line-height: 1.3em;">I went ahead with the plans that I had made, which included a trip to Lenox, a trip to Wal-Mart and a mani and a pedi. Doesn't sound like much, but it was. I was so tired. I guess it's going to take a few more days to get my energy back. I know it will come, I just wish I could be more patient, and that it would happen soon. Got my toes and nails the prettiest shade of pink. I don't wear bright pink often, but I like it. Have you ever seen stumpier toes? </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-LAlZurP2yo0/U0nnVcjuhuI/AAAAAAAAALE/dkM6cHflAEs/s2048/Photo%25252020140412212419.jpg" target="_blank" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-LAlZurP2yo0/U0nnVcjuhuI/AAAAAAAAALE/dkM6cHflAEs/s500/Photo%25252020140412212419.jpg" id="blogsy-1397517289916.49" class="aligncenter" width="500" height="667" alt=""></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">So even though I felt a little tired, I didn't have any pain otherwise, so I decided to try out my new fishing pole. Jeff took me to the neighborhood lake for about 30 minutes. My pole worked great, but I have to agree with <span style="line-height: 1.3em;">Ross and Cam; there are NO fish in that lake. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPGPe4dv7u5256jM-4kmqpJmR6dj_kMZN2Rsu1d1ThJzE8F7Of6mfgEVX5lHUT1cmA0yqLoHfpfFzABK6DMjvsdrrZjTzfUFb-eJXsispMoHTnMvj0ZpbDSZk7WLkgPU73igFyI-IUnAU/s2048/Photo%25252020140412212419.jpg" target="_blank" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" title=""><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPGPe4dv7u5256jM-4kmqpJmR6dj_kMZN2Rsu1d1ThJzE8F7Of6mfgEVX5lHUT1cmA0yqLoHfpfFzABK6DMjvsdrrZjTzfUFb-eJXsispMoHTnMvj0ZpbDSZk7WLkgPU73igFyI-IUnAU/s500/Photo%25252020140412212419.jpg" id="blogsy-1397517289907.2278" class="aligncenter" width="500" height="667" alt=""></a></div><p> After the short fishing trip, came home and took a bath. And out of nowhere, and like a ton of bricks, I started hurting at my incision site. It felt like I was getting stung by a swarm of bees right on top of a sunburn! I cried and cried in frustration and pain! I'm guessing that trying to cast my line caused the incision to stretch or something. Who knows. </p><p>Since I didn't feel so good today, then by reasoning, I should have a good day tomorrow. I sure hope so. We are heading to South Georgia to celebrate Easter with the Kimball side of the family. I was so looking forward to fishing in PaPa Kimball's pond. Now I'm afraid I won't be able to throw my line. AND I have to ride in the car for three hours each way. It's going to be a fun, but very tiring day. My mom isn't going to be making the trip with us. She doesn't want to leave my daddy alone for that long. There's never been a more dedicated wife in the world! She amazes me every single day. </p><p>I know this was probably the most thrilling thing you've read in days, yeah, sorry about that. I'm blogging so that I can remember what life was like for A Girl Named Kelly Kelly. There will be good days, and there will be not-so-good days. I'm thankful for them all. </p><p>Till next time...</p><p> </p><div style="text-align: right; font-size: small; clear: both;" id="blogsy_footer"><a href="http://blogsyapp.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://blogsyapp.com/images/blogsy_footer_icon.png" alt="Posted with Blogsy" style="vertical-align: middle; margin-right: 5px;" width="20" height="20" />Posted with Blogsy</a></div>Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01156493363352822675noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425758824072836896.post-36507285636192536632014-04-11T17:52:00.001-04:002014-04-11T17:52:21.303-04:00My Baby Bracelet<p> My poor dadddy has been having one health issue after another. I mean, it's been very, very hard on him and my mother. He has uncontrolled diabetes and numerous other problems. I've had the privilege, and I do mean privilege, to take him to his many doctors' appointments. The time I have spent with him in his truck riding to and from his appointments is time I will cherish forever. I never get out of his truck without him telling me that he doesn't know what he'd do without me. Say what? In my mind, it's the other way around. I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'D DO WITHOUT HIM. </p><p>My daddy is the strongest man I've ever known. When he was younger and healthier, he could do and did do anything. From building a house with his bare hands to growing rows of butterbeans a mile long. You name it, he could do it. And he would do it so close to perfect that you'd think it was perfect.</p><p>In recent years, my aunt, Barbara, has told me stories about how my daddy would look after me after I was born. Back in those days they put your father's name on a bracelet with beads on a string and they tied it to the baby's wrist. She has told me the story of my daddy fussing to the nurses that my baby bracelet was on my wrist too tight. He loved me so much that he was worried about my bracelet being too tight! He worried that my bottles would be too hot. He worried about every detail of my well-being. Now, it's my turn to make sure that he's taken care of, to be concerned with his well-being. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: none;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-PE-Xdd4Wtvg/U0hkBeXTzsI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/-kZ3861FhEs/s2048/Photo%25252020140411175155.jpg" target="_blank" style=""><img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-PE-Xdd4Wtvg/U0hkBeXTzsI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/-kZ3861FhEs/s500/Photo%25252020140411175155.jpg" id="blogsy-1397253138911.9412" class="alignnone" alt="" width="500" height="374"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My mom was so sweet to save this flower vase that had the flowers he gave her after I was born. I was his</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">first baby. He was only 22 years old. He must've adored me so much. <br> <a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Zgb5K5nrtDE/U0hkDZPE_II/AAAAAAAAAKY/t4oM73Y2LiI/s2048/Photo%25252020140411175155.jpg" target="_blank" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Zgb5K5nrtDE/U0hkDZPE_II/AAAAAAAAAKY/t4oM73Y2LiI/s500/Photo%25252020140411175155.jpg" id="blogsy-1397253138898.7952" class="aligncenter" alt="" width="500" height="374"></a></div><p> Now, here we are today. He's 70 and I'm 48. I love him with all my heart. And if it takes all the time I have, I will take him to every appointment to every doctor. I am dedicated to his well-being. I'm going to make sure that he's taken care of by these doctors that treat their patients like they're just some random person. They WILL know that he's not some random person. They will know that he's MY DADDY! </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-2DpCh5L1wbs/U0hkEn1_hOI/AAAAAAAAAKc/g2q8f0Pbn6w/s1280/Photo%25252020140411175155.jpg" target="_blank" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-2DpCh5L1wbs/U0hkEn1_hOI/AAAAAAAAAKc/g2q8f0Pbn6w/s500/Photo%25252020140411175155.jpg" id="blogsy-1397253138846.5586" class="aligncenter" width="500" height="667" alt=""></a></div><p> He made sure my baby bracelet wasn't too tight. Now, I'll take care of him, just as he did for me. Because that's what you do!</p><p>Till next time...</p><p> </p><div style="text-align: right; font-size: small; clear: both;" id="blogsy_footer"><a href="http://blogsyapp.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://blogsyapp.com/images/blogsy_footer_icon.png" alt="Posted with Blogsy" style="vertical-align: middle; margin-right: 5px;" width="20" height="20" />Posted with Blogsy</a></div>Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01156493363352822675noreply@blogger.com2