Tuesday, July 31, 2012

I must be French.


I must be French.

I must be French because I love FRENCH fries. Not a good enough reason for you?

How about because I still remember lots of high school FRENCH? That is, as long as it's written or you talk reaaaaaaaaaallllll slow. (Wait, that might be a Southern trait.)

But seriously, the real reason I must be French is because lately I've been having this feeling of malaise. That's the only way I know how to express how I feel. I looked up the definition, and this is what Wikipedia says:

Malaise (/məˈlz/MAL-aze) is a feeling of general discomfort or uneasiness, of being "out of sorts", often the first indication of an infection or other disease. Malaise is often defined in medical literature as a "general feeling of being unwell". The word has existed in the French language since at least the 12th century.

Did you notice that it's a FRENCH word? If I am thinking and feeling in FRENCH, then I must be
Did I convince you?

Monday, July 30, 2012

It was a rough day.

It was a rough day.

I spent an hour on the phone with customer service for Comcast.
Mom and Dad live in Florida for the winter.
They suspend their tv/internet/phone services when they come home.
Somehow Daddy ended up with a bill for $563. 
I talked to a nice man last Friday for an hour, 
but he was unable to help me.
He told me I needed to request snowbird service.

After an hour and three customer service representatives,
I was told that their service had been disconnected in June.
They will need to return the Comcast equipment ~
remember they live in VA, right? ~
and their bill will be resolved.
Then they will need to start a new service plan 
with a new phone number.

I think Comcast was so unfeeling.


After that frustrating morning, I drove to Blacksburg to stay with Mom.
She and I met Daddy at Wendy's for lunch.
It was funny because Daddy said he was worried that Mom wasn't eating.
Mom then ate a baked potato, a hamburger, and drank her entire glass of tea!
Daddy left to play bridge and Mom and I hung out at Wendy's for awhile.
 When it was time to leave, Mom had trouble walking.
One lady offered to help, so I asked her if she would open the doors for us.
Then a man said he would walk along with us.
He walked on the other side of Mom while I supported her to the car.

People can be so kind.


Then I took Mom to Walmart. 
When we walked in the store (well, Mom rolled in her wheelchair), it was pretty dark.
They were having an electrical problem, and most of the lights were out.
But, it was so hard to get Mom in and out of the car and in the wheelchair that we were staying!
We looked at VaTech stuff, craft supplies, and clothes for Cate and William.
Best of all, a woman came up to  Mom and said, 
"You taught me in fifth grade!"
Mom has been retired for 24 years.
Wasn't it amazing that she remembered Mom?


 We came home and rested until Mom's doctor's appointment.
She needed to have her stitches removed.
It was quite an ordeal to get Mom in the wheelchair to my car, then in the car, then reverse
it all to get her into the office.
(Mom hasn't needed the wheelchair before this week.)
She seemed apprehensive about having the stitches come out 
and started crying. 
The doctor said they were the tiniest stitches he had ever seen.
He had a difficult time with them and 
Mom continued to cry and hyper-ventilate.

Her doctor, nurse, and I felt so bad for her.

 When we got home, Daddy was waiting and worried.
I made the mistake of telling him that Mom was scared.
Then he cried and Mom ~ who can't talk ~ tried to comfort him.
Then I cried.

It was a rough day.

*Surely you all know that I didn't take these pictures, except the one of my Dad. I took them from a Google page. I hope that is okay. 

Sunday, July 29, 2012

Happy birthday, dear daughter.

I wish I knew how to scan pictures. 
I could show you pictures of my DD ~ dear daughter ~ 
through the years.

Dance recitals and piano recitals ~
Playing the piano or singing in church ~
Singing in school choirs ~
All the fun birthday parties at our house ~
Cheering in middle school and high school ~
Homecoming and proms ~

And then would come all of the wedding pictures.
She was a bridesmaid for all of her friends,
and we were fortunate to attend their weddings.

This is a picture from one of the baby showers.
Cory is between the purple and the orange dresses.

Then, of course, her big day.
I wish I could show you what a beautiful bride she was.

But since I don't know how to scan,
I'll have to show you a more recent picture of her.

This is Cory at her happiest - with her wonderful husband and two kids.
She is a strong Christian, loving wife, devoted mother, and the best daughter.
She is a faithful friend and has such a tender, sensitive heart.

Happy birthday, Cory.
(Maybe I will learn to scan before your next birthday.)

Tuesday, July 24, 2012

Sunday, July 22, 2012

Prayers Please

Please say a prayer for my sweet mama.
She and my dad are in Florida for a week.

Dad called at 2 this morning to tell me that she had fallen and cut her head.
She is on a blood thinner so that is always a concern.

He called back to say she needed 6 stitches.
I worry about them so much.
Maybe you could say a prayer for me, too.

Thank you.

Luke 8:50
Hearing this, Jesus said to Jairus, "Don't be afraid; just believe, and she will be healed." (NIV)

Wednesday, July 18, 2012

Banking No Nos


With drive-through banking, debit cards, and ATM machines, 
I wonder if any of you have entered a bank lobby lately.

Today I had several deposits to make to my account and my mother's account,
so I decided to go inside so I could talk to a teller. 

It's funny, but I actually thought about everything I had stuffed in my purse ~
money, loose checks, 2 checkbooks, keys, cell phone, wallet~
and consciously decided to leave my sunglasses in the car.

As I walked up to the door, a sign caught my attention.
It had the universal sign for not allowed ~
 you know, a picture with a line drawn diagonally through it.

What surprised me were the four items they did not allow.

Allowed_sign : Symbol No gun on white background

Well, this one certainly makes sense.

Next was a sign for no sunglasses.

Allowed_sign : Yellow triangular other warning sign on white background 
Then this sign for no hats.

And, as a sign of the times, and with no editorializing from me ~

a sign for no hoodies. 


While looking for the clip art pictures for this post, these are some of the 
other funny/strange examples I found.


Who is against a glass of cold white milk?

Allowed_sign : A large sign indicating no aliens allowed, featuring a little green man.  White background.
This is my favorite ~ no aliens allowed.  

Allowed_sign : Red triangular other warning sign on white background

I've certainly felt like this some days when I was getting dressed.

What is the funniest "not allowed" sign you've ever seen?


Monday, July 16, 2012

Always kiss me goodnight.

Do you have one of these signs in your bedroom? 
You know ~ a sign that says ~
Always kiss me goodnight.

Maybe it looks like this one.

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Or maybe you have one that looks like this.

Or how about this one?

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Or this one?

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I saw this one and knew it matched our bedroom decor.

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I wanted to hang it, but it had two hooks on the back.
Now you know what that means, right?

I needed a tape measure and a pencil, then I had to mark where the nails should go.
I would have to do that before I could look for the hammer and some nails.

Instead, I just propped it on the window sill.
(You're not surprised, are you?)
It was there for a few days/nights and hubby never mentioned it.
Then, the other night, I looked up to see this.

Apparently, when he closed the bedroom door, that created a draft.
The draft made the blinds move, which then knocked 
the sign off right at hubby's feet.

Hubby said he took that as a sign (hehehe) that he should do what it said.

And so ~ he did.


Tuesday, July 10, 2012

I'm so excited!


I'm so excited. And I just can't hide it.

Okay, that's it. The rest of the lyrics to that song don't fit what I'm about to tell you.
You can stop singing it now.

May 8, 2013 ~ I will be 60 years old.
For my hubby's 60th birthday, I surprised him 
with a weekend trip to Wisconsin to see his sons.
For mine, I told him I wanted a trip, too.
Guess where we're going?

Question Mark Clip Art

We are taking a Journey Through the Bible.
We will spend 12 days in the Holy Land, 
then a 4 day extension to Cairo. 
Being able to walk where Jesus walked has been a lifelong dream of mine.
We will be on a tour with a group headed up by our former pastor.

Now that we are committed to taking this trip,
I assured hubby that I would cut out cut back on my shopping.

I'll have to find some other things to blog about.

Sunday, July 8, 2012

Silver Surprise

Isn't this a great treasure? 
I couldn't believe my luck when I saw it at a yard sale.
 I knew I had to have it. 

When hubby asked me what it was, I confessed that I didn't know. 
We both agreed it was too small for a stick of butter, 
but I thought it could hold an individual pat.

I remember when my debutante cousin was married,
I was allowed to see the gift tables.
I still remember the table that was set with her china, crystal, and silver.
There were individual salt cellars.
Why not individual butter dishes?
While I don't remember seeing these, 
I imagine she must have had a service for 12. 

I looked on ebay but couldn't find anything that matched my treasure.

I'm sure you can think of ways I can use this charming piece of silver.

Please excuse the quality of my pictures.
I haven't been able to fix my camera yet.

While I wasn't able to meet up with any other "thrifty bloggers", 
I am happy to link this with Rhoda.