Saying good bye is such sweet sorrow

or something to that effect. Well as you can probably tell I haven't been around much. My readership has fallen off to almost Nil. And as much as I like to talk and write my main reason for starting this blog(well actually the other one) was to blow off steam and to figure out if I had been abused by my dad like my sisters. In part I guess I already knew that answer. But it needed to be in black and white and someone else to comment to know what I already knew deep down and just didn't want to admit to myself.
So for now I'm just going to let the blog go and not write anything. I'm not going to delete it just in case I ever want to come back and start writing again. I will however stop by all the blogger's I read and keep reading. I may or may not comment, but I will still be lurking. If there is a reason for you to talk to me you have my email .....(its on my profile page) or you can come over to face book and find me. So until I pick up here again Farewell to you and keep on keeping on.

Too Fast

So the days have been flying by so fast that I just blink and its either the weekend already or Monday again. One of the good things about that is school will be starting again soon. The bad thing it means we are heading into winter again. I think god made a terrible mistake when he was developing the earth. The four seasons were a good idea, but he made winter way to long and summer way to short. I think that all four seasons should have been the same lenght in time. We have 12 months and 4 seasons so that means each should have been 3 months long each, no more no less. Now I know there are many people who will argue that it is that way. But I have seen winter in Oct and May so Oct to April is 7 months. and then should it start in Oct and run to May well that's just too dang long. I don't know how those folks in Alaska survive, but they really have to like Winter to stay there. I guess you can say the same for the folks in the warmer spots like Calif and Fl. to name a couple, where they have summer all the time. And there is another thing I think our creator did wrong. All of North America should have the same seasons...with the same results. If it snows in MN in should snow in FL. The warmer places should then be just South America. Anyways, school season is apond us and soon I will only have the baby during the day hours.

Silly me

I am so silly...No really, I write a little about Panhards but for got some information. So here's a little addition:



These cars are from France. My dad has always been interested in things that are made by others and can only be obtained by "spending a little green". Dad was first interested in the Renault Dalphine. I cant even count how many we had over the years. A few of them he ordered straight from France. He was the first owner. I was to little to know how he first heard of these cars all I can remember is that one day we had these cool little cars that no one else had. Dad had several at one time (he was saving a couple in case 1 broke down) 2 were stick and 1 was automatic. Now according to my dad the automatics were a little on the rare side coming to the US. I loved that car. So I told dad not to drive it cause I wanted that one. Well, car 1 broke down so dad started to drive car 2. I kept telling him I wanted the automatic one and he had to save it for 2 more years which was when I turned 16. Unfortunately for me car 2 broke down. Dad was driving my car and his car was almost fixed when one day mom came out and said to me your dad's been in a car accident. All I could think of was Oh no my car. (selfish me). When dad came up the road I was standing in the road. I seen the front end of the car and I though oh that's not hurt. Then I seen the backside and then I cried. OH I was such a snot. more worried about car and not my dad.
Anyways it was shortly after that when my dad acquired the first Panhard. 6 panhards made it to America.(the kind like in the picture) Eventually dad owned 5 of the 6. He parted 2 out sold 1 and I have the other 2. I know he ordered 1 directly from France. The rest he bought from around the states. This is a man who would be driving down the road and see Fly wheels and slam on the breaks....but thats another story. In the summer we would drive from here to our farm inn SD driving a Panhard. We would stop for gas or to eat and instantlly we would have people looking at our car asking a million questions. One time we came out of the restraunt and not only did these people have all doors , and hood and trunk open they had our suitcases on the ground! One guy goes so this is what the new Packard looks like. Rather than tell him what it really was we nodded loaded our suitcases and took off. I think that was the only time dad never gave the people a "tour" and history of our car. opening everything and taking out our stuff really made him mad. Anyways that is how I know about these strange little cars.

Have you ever heard or seen of a PANHARD?

(click on pictures for a close up)

This is what a panhard looks like from the side. They have suicide doors. This is about a 1953. They are made in France. Very few made it to America.







Front end looks like its smiling. ( reminds me of Inspector gadgets car lol)







and this is the inside. See the dashboard. Plain not a lot to it.
and now the details.
They are 2 cylinder air cooled engines. There is no heat in these cars so not good for winter driving here in MN (or SD for that matter)
They are basic cars. No glory here. They look like the Volkswagen except longer in the front.
Now you ask How is it you know so much about these cars? Well lets see I have 2 of them.
These are not my pictures of mine. These are courtesy of Panhard club on the web.
I forgot to get the link so if you wish to read more about these cars you just need to google Panhard. It almost sound like your saying Pan nerd. But it is Pronounced PAN HARD just as it is spelled.

Boy I forgot

So I wished Barman a Happy Birthday on July 1st which of course is Canada Day. But then I forgot to come back and tell you it was my birthday on the 4th of July. AND I also forgot to come wish my nephew a HAPPY BIRTHDAY on the 5th of July!!!! SHAME ON ME. So in true gab fashion to my nephew C....

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU
HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR C
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TOOOOOOOOOOOOOO YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU
and many more.

Now lets see he must be about 21 now. Woot he's an official adult! WOW he's getting old fast. I can remember when he was a baby and I changed him. (sorry hun I wont embarrass you anymore than that). Anyways I know he's been going to college for about 2 years now. I'm not sure what he's aiming for but I'm sure he will make a good decision there. He is the first in our family to go to college. His brother to is going to college. I'm am so ding dang proud of them. I had high hopes of my own going especially since they are very bright but other stuff got in the way. Now I only hope that my nephews finish and do something good with their lives.
As for my birthday I did nothing! Oh thats not quit true. In the morning I babysit the boys. That afternoon my daughter came and got all the boys and they went to the races. I really wanted to go to but I knew I couldnt sit on those benches that long. And if I had taken my own chair I wouldnt have been able to sit with everyone else. So I stayed at home. Mr Gab and I had a nice time watching tv and just "chillin" Well for the most time I spent with Mr Gab but alot of time he was sleeping! He worked the over night on Friday and then he did truck Saturday morning. Most of the time when he does truck it takes maybe an extra hour then hes home around 8am. But that saturday it was a larger truck and he didnt get home till 11am. So he didnt get a chance to really get any sleep before fireworks that night.
I was able to see plenty of fireworks here at home and I didnt have to worry about traffic. Daughter kept the boys over night so we had a peaceful night as well.
Now I know this is a little late but HAPPY BIRTHDAY AMERICA!

A little birdie told me it's Barman's Birthday

It's Barman's ( aka Bryan) birthday today.

So it true gab fashion:

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU
HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR BRYAN
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TOOOOOOOOOOOO YOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUU
and many more.

Hope you have a great day!

HAPPY FATHER'S DAY

HAPPY FATHER'S DAY


This is a wish to all father's out there to have a very happy father's day. This of course must include the mother's who act as both mother and father. Whether they are single or their spouse is off fighting to protect our country. To the dad's who have passed if not for them we wouldn't be. To the uncle's who sometimes fill in as dad to their niece's and nephew's.
And a Big HAPPY FATHER'S DAY to Mr. Gab.

So far two of our three children have wished Mr Gab Happy father's day. I'm sure our oldest will call later today or maybe he will call tomorrow saying he forgot. But he usually does make the call. Our oldest grandson wished grandpa Happy father's day when he came home from working the double shift yesterday. He was only awake long enough to say Thank you. The other boys have a card for grandpa but they will probably have to wait till tomorrow to give it.
and now the great news.

ALL FOUR BOYS ARE WITH THEIR DAD!!!!
This is great news because Oldest grandson hadn't seen his dad for 11 years then last Father's day he asked to go see him. They have been bonding for the last year.
Second oldest hadn't seen his dad at all since he was 6 months old. He finally met him this past April. They now get together every weekend. Third grandson hasn't seen his dad in about a year but he called his "other" grandma and said he wanted to see his dad. He came and got him. And little man's dad has been having some problems, so he had taken a break away from seeing him. But I told him the other dad he was asking for him so he said he would make arraignments to come see him today. They came and got him for a couple of hours today.
I thought this would be a good time to go to my dad's but I'm so tired that I will drive out tomorrow. Its the thought that counts!
Have a great day.

Laugh for the day

Grandma's Boyfriend
A 5-year-old boy went to visit his grandmother one day. Playing with his toys in her bedroom while grandma was dusting, he looked up and said, 'Grandma, how come you don't have a boyfriend now that Grandpa went to heaven?' Grandma replied, 'Honey, my TV is my boyfriend. I can sit in my bedroom and watch it all day long. The religious programs make me feel good and the comedies make me laugh. I'm happy with my TV as my boyfriend.' Grandma turned on the TV, and the reception was terrible. She started adjusting the knobs, trying to get the picture in focus. Frustrated, she started hitting the backside of the TV hoping to fix the problem. The little boy heard the doorbell ring, so he hurried to open the door and there stood Grandma's minister. The minister said, 'Hello son, is your Grandma home?' The little boy replied, 'Yeah, she's in the bedroom bangin' her boyfriend.' The minister fainted.
Now, that's funny... I don't care WHO you are.

Little man is soooooo CUTE!

Well yesterday was interesting,good, and bad! around 2:30 in the afternoon,I decided to go to this block sale that was going on. So because all the kids are now out of school, I have to take them all with. So I told them to get ready to go. Little man runs into our bedroom and tells grandpa to get up and get ready to go we going to garage sales. Grandpa says no I'm gonna stay home and sleep. Little man then closes the door to our bedroom and says I'm staying home with grandpa. He proceeded to open and close the door many times over each time shouting out the door to me that he was staying home with grandpa. Each time he did I said no your coming with me. Next thing I know Mr Gab is up and dressed. I said oh are you coming with? He laughs and says you think? Little man was very insistent that grandpa come with. SO we go to these garage sales and picked up a few small items for 5 and 10 cents. Then we get to this garage sale and they have a lot of knick knacks. Now mind you every garage sale we go to I tell the boys "DO NOT TOUCH" If you want anything you tell either me or grandpa and we will come look. So I'm standing at this table looking at some thing and all of a sudden I hear "CRASH" I look around and I say "Alright who broke it and what do I owe"? It was quiet for a moment and then Mr Gab goes I broke it. WHAT? YOUR KIDDING RIGHT? The people were very nice and said no you don't owe us anything. They had several items set on a two tiered cookie stand and Mr Gab hit the table and just like that they fell off. They were little china pieces almost like doll dishes but knick knacks. Well we ended up spending 5.75 there, Ok wait, I spent 5.75. One of my grandsons also spent about 6.00 of his own money there. I felt so bad I really wanted to pay for the stuff. And while we were there this lady's mom came outside to see how things were going and asked about how these things got broke. The lady told her mom "someone bumped" into the table. I said Yes I'm sorry my husband was the one who bumped into the table. I said I am willing to pay for everything. but her mom said no that's ok I shouldn't have put them up there. After that we came home. I took off my shoes and sat down........and OMG the pain. Just those 5 houses and I hurt so badly, I went to stand up to go to the bathroom and I couldn't walk. Oh no, I had to really go. After several starts I was finally off and well not running but sliding my feet to the bathroom. When I got back to the living room and my chair I sat back down and within a minute I knew I was sorry that I had gone garage sale- ing. While it was fun and I got a few cute things (grandkids actually spent their money and got more) I shouldn't have done it. I keep telling my doctor I have trouble walking and I need to be totally handicapped so I can get help with SSI disability and insurance so I can either get a power chair or scooter so I don't have to worry about walking. I could then go anywhere including sales and not worry. But alas she isn't cooperating. Maybe I should take her with me and then she could see what happens to me. lol.

Ooooohhh I wish I knew what I was doing!

One day I can work the gadget thingy in the blog pages next day I cant get it to work for love nor money. (and no I didn't pay them)

I'm trying to add my eBay page to my side bar and I click on the link thingy to add it, it comes up but it doesn't take you right to my eBay page.

I added the Minnesota thing real easy I tryed to do same thing with my eBay page and Nada. Oh sure all the letters are there but you cant click on it and be taken right to my eBay page. What oh what am I doing wrong? Ooooh technology sucks. Well I guess I just don't have a clue it isn't technology. If any one out there who reads my page knows how to fix this so that when you click on the link you go right to my page please please please fix it for me!

When I was a kid- farmer Jones

One thing I use to hate the most was people telling me to keep up with the Jones. The second thing I hated was being told I was one of the Jones boys. Ummmm look again.

I remember one time (not to sure about age probably around 9 or 10) I heard my mom complain to my dad about the potatoes having eyes already. Dad said cut them up and plant them.

Well, needless to say I did just that. I cut them up and planted them........But...its where I planted them that caused all the problems.

Yes, I was a regular farmer, I did just as my dad said. I cut them up and planted them to surprise my mom. You see my mom had enough on her plate to deal with, let alone planting the potatoes.
I know I was young because if I had been older I wouldn't have planted them where I did. lol

My poor mom carried the wash outside one day and started to yell. I came around the corner of the house and said "whats wrong?"
Mom asked what was planted under the clothes line? I said potatoes...... "surprise". Mom sighed then said that was a bad place to plant because how was she gonna hang up the clothes? I didn't have an answer. When dad came home and mom relayed to dad what I had done, he laughed and said we have a farmer on our hands. He told mom to deal with it. And later that fall we had lots of potatoes.
Now I guess you could say ok, so you were silly in where you planted the potatoes but you enjoyed the potatoes and everything right? Ok But it wasn't quite the way it ended. The very next year I forgot and planted under the clothes lines again. To say my mom was mad is putting it mildly.
She finally convinced my dad to find somewhere to plow the ground so that I could plant there instead of under the clothes lines. And he did........but your talking about me. Yes I did it a third time. even after dad had plowed a little area set away from clothes line just for me. Oh yes I used it.....for Tomatoes, Cucumbers, peas. I had no room for potatoes so under the clothes line they went. My dad just laughed, my mom on the other hand told me under no circumstances was I to ever plant there again NO MATTER WHAT! As it turned out dad had to plow a much bigger spot because the next year I added lettuce and carrots to the stuff I had the year before. And yes for the most part I did care for the garden.
But then dad bought 10 acres about 30 miles from the house. It had about 5 acres of plantable land but most of it was sand. I liked it to start with then I got to the point I didn't want to even go out there to help. My farmer instincts had faded away. Farmer Jones was no more.
When Mr Gab and I got married we had a small Veg.garden here, along with a Large flower garden. Unfortunally all of the flowers died except 1 rose bush that keeps hanging in no matter what. I have planted some other flowers but now with my back its really hard for me to care for a garden. I just learned that I should go for a container garden which is suppose to be easy to care for. I may check it out.

I want to thank my sister C for the surprise on Monday. I did get to spend some great time with Mr Gab for his birthday. Thanks Sis.

surprise to my sister and brother in law

this is gabs sister c
and today is my brother in laws birthday.
i wanted to surprise them and do her blog so she can spend the day with mister gab.
so in gab fashion
happy birthday to you happy birthday to you
happy birthday mr gab
happy birthday to you
and many more
hope you have a great day
from all the larsons and mrs gab and your kids and grandkids

Thanks C!
Yes it's true it's Mr Gab's birthday today. He is 58 years old today. (shhhh I didn't tell you that)
I did have a blog for today but I'm gonna leave it for another day and just sit back and relax with Mr. Gab!)

When I was a kid - against all odds.

When I was a kid I thought that having a handicapped sister/brother was normal. I thought all families had one,little did I know that our family was unique. When my sister D was born she had many special needs. They told my parents she would probably die before she was three. When she made it to her third birthday they said she wouldn't live past 13. This Sept 17th she will turn 50.

I remember when I was in Jr high (now called middle school) one of my teachers in health class was talking about special needs children and to me the way it sounded was like she was putting them down and shunning them. She asked if any of us knew any special needs kids? I kept my mouth shut, cause if she didn't like these kids I wasn't gonna tell her about my sister. But a neighbor from up the street shouted out about me having a handicapped sister in a wheelchair. So the teacher asked me what her problems were. So I told her she was mentally retarded and had CP. The teacher nodded and said yes that's what her brother had and was in the hospital that day fighting for his life.The next thing she said surprised me. She said that if every parent had one "normal" child and one "special needs" child more people would be compassionate. I had a new insight to that teacher because she understood. The next day she wasn't there in fact she never returned. You see her brother passed away that day right about the time we were talking about him. My teacher quite teaching what she called "normal" children and went to teach "special needs" children.
I have always defended my sister. Anyone who stared at her I would tell them to take a picture. People who whispered and stared I would tell them to get a life and leave us alone. I'm sorry to say that I also used some not so nice four letter words! Because to me my sister was a VIP.
Once my youngest sister came along and she wasn't a special needs person, but mom needed help taking care of her so she could deal with the things that had to be done on a daily basis for sister D sister C was now my responsibility. Which was ok with me.
What surprises me the most today is that we accept all people with special needs as just another person. Back when my sister was little many many people including the doctors who cared for her kept telling my parents to lock her in the hospital for people with special needs. My parents checked out one of those hospitals and actually left my sister for a week but they couldn't stand knowing she was there with all those other people with problems. You see even though D had many problems and special needs my parents pretty much acted as if she was just like anyone else. Oh sure she did get treated a little more special than myself and sister C but for crying out loud we never felt that she was any better than us, but maybe just a little worse off than us. To us she was "normal"
And even though we are just getting going into summer I can't wait till Sept! Those doctors would be shocked if they were still alive that sister D has lived much longer than they ever gave her hope for.

Got scared half to death

Doctors office called on Tues. Nurse told me they found something on one of my test I gotta come in on Friday. I say ok hang up and start to worry. The only test I could think it could be was the Mammogram. Then my head went into a spin. Oh god they found something and I will need chemo or something. Maybe they will have to remove one, Ooooh GOD! I mean I know I complain about them alot but dang to have one or maybe both removed? Could I deal with that? Look on the bright side, I thought to my self, no more bras, no cutting straps in the shoulders, no back pain. But would Mr Gab still love me I thought? Oh I cant wait till Friday I'm gonna go crazy.

Friday comes. I go to the doctor's. She weighs me and does blood pressure and pulse and in my head I'm screaming get on with it DAMN IT!
She turns on the computer and brings up my tests and starts talking. I have osteoporosis, and they need me to start a medicine that I would take once a week.
What? wait my heads in a fog. What did you just say?
So she tells me again and tells me that for the next 6 months I should be extra careful not to fall because my bones are so thin (brittle) that I could be hurt seriously bad! She laughs and says thank goodness its not winter because if it was I'd tell you to stay indoors the whole winter to give your bones a chance at building back up. Now I'm gonna tell you just be extra careful, we don't want you to fall.
Well hell I don't want to fall either but dang scare a person half to death will you. So I asked why couldn't they tell me this on the phone? She says privacy reasons. They can no longer tell certain things over the phone, she even told me that certain tests we have done the results can no longer be told over the phone. Guess there's too many "listeners". Now I can maybe see that with cell phones but land phones?
So once I finally get my head more cleared and she tells me the medicine she wants to start me on and that I need more Vitamin D and Calcium taken daily and she will see me in a month unless this medicine has an ill effect on me. I say oh wait. I then tell her about when I did the colonoscopy and what happened when I drank the magnesium citrate and the effects it had on me. And she said yes it sounds like your allergic to it so one more thing to add to your list of things to be highly aware of. And not to take.
Then she walks outta the room and I'm left thinking this was so wrong. They should have been able to give you a hint of what was wrong like maybe say Oh they found something on your bone density test. Then I wouldn't have worried half as much. But then again maybe I would have anyways.

OH GOD ITS TRUE!

I was reading the other blogs that I have in my left side bar, when I came back to my home page and looked and I do mean looked at my picture of Mr Gab and myself. Its true what they say. The longer your married the more you look like each other. And by looking at that picture we do look like each other. Is that good or bad? It's almost like looking at (omg choke....)my brother. I love my brother don't get me wrong but I don't want to be married to him!
The thoughts that are going through my mind right now are not the stuff I want to be thinking, especially with my brother. Does this mean I need a new husband or brother? LMBO. Actually I think I'll keep them both. You know the saying I finally got him trained right why would I want to start over? Well that applys here too. 35 years and Ive got him just the way I want him. And as for my brother...........dont want to change him either.

What the hell are they teaching our kids?

I AM NOT one of these grandma's who sit the kids in front of the tv. I do have the tv on through out the day (mainly for background noise), but little man has started to demand certain shows every day and he really throws one hell'va fit if he can't watch them. So I have been turning on these shows and let him watch them. BUT yesterday I sat with him and watched those shows.
Show 1) The adventures of Dora. A little girl with her pet monkey look for missing items using a map and a backpack. First thing grandson says is he wants a monkey. I say ok I will buy you a stuffed monkey. He throws a fit he wants one that talks! Are you kidding me?
Show 2) Go Diego Go. A little boy with his baby jaguar helping other animals outta trouble. OK PLEEEAAAASSSSEEEEE eveyone knows you cant have a Jaguar as a pet baby or otherwise. Everyone that is except a 2 year old.
Show 3) Spongebob Squarepants. I dont even want to go there.

So now what I try to do is find a movie that is more for his age and when he starts to yell that he wants to watch these shows I say naw lets find a movie. He yells eggo alot (meaning diego) for both dora and diego but I try to stay strong and stick with watching a movie. He does like movies and he does yell for certain movies but right now I would rather hear him yell for those movies than "eggo"
And those shows? I plan on writing a letter to all of them. I know it won't do much but I want them to know just why we wont be watching their shows.

Oh my I lost a whole day

warning very graphic. If to much information bothers you don't read skip down to where I go to ER.





Ok so it all started Monday when I had to start prepping for my colonoscopy. You know this is the day you start by all liquid diet and drinking that horrible stuff? Ok so I start with the first stuff and I was doing ok till I got about half drank then all of a sudden it started to come back up. It says in their little brochure that if you feel like puking stop for 15-30 mins rinse out your mouth with water and start again. After 30 minutes I took another drink and didn't even hardly get it swallowed and was off and running. SO I figured that because all I had was water coming out the other end so I figured I didn't need to finish this as it was just coming back up any ways. The next step was to drink this other stuff 4 hrs before test. Well I was scheduled to go in at 6:45am Tues morning which meant that I needed to get up around 2:30am to drink this stuff. SO I set my alarm as Mr Gab had to work the over night shift again. I get up at 2:30 and start to drink this stuff. I got an instant headache. I drank it then went back to bed only to jump up about 15 mins later to rush to the bathroom to puke that crap up. I just hoped and prayed enough was in my system that they could still do the test. I got back up at 5am took my shower got dressed and waited For Mr Gab to get ready to take me. We got over there and I checked in telling her about bringing everything back up and she said to tell the nurse when they took me back. I went to sit down to wait and next thing I knew I was in their bathroom puking. OMG is this ever gonna quit!? The nurse finally came and got me put me in a room and asked me all kinds of questions. I answered then told her about me not keeping the stuff down and that I had a bad headache. She thought the procedure could still be done. SO they took me back. During the procedure they kept telling me to look. I tried to watch as much as possible but I kept falling asleep. Finally I was done and she pronounced me A-OK. I didn't need to come back for 5 years.
I got home and slept some around noon I woke up enough to eat a bowl of cereal and take my regular pills, I still had a bad headache so I took the new pill that the doctor wanted me to try. Well that didn't last long almost as soon as I took it I was back in bathroom puking again! About 1:30pm I texted daughter and told her to come get me and take me to the ER.

We got to the ER around 2:30 and I had to wait almost 2 hours in waiting room. When they finally came in to see me they got all information of what I did that day and the doctor said yes the colonoscopy can throw your system off and cause a headache, and because I suffer from Migraines that just made it worse. So they said they would set me up with same 4 combination as last time. I waited another 50 mins before they got to me to give me drugs then almost another 2 hours before I got let go to go home. I left the hospital somewhere after 7pm. Poor Mr Gab was trying to get sleep to go to work last night. and here he had to watch the boys. Well all except the baby. Daughter had him with. He did ok till about the last 2 hours then he got really loud and cranky. But by then I was pretty out of it.

Today I just couldn't seem to wake up. I tried to get up several times but my eyes were so heavy that I just fell back to sleep. I don't remember waking up oldest grandson and asking him to feed the cats for me. I barely remember daughter dropping off youngest two boys. And I don't even have a clue when Mr Gab took second oldest grandson to school and did he leave youngest two with me? Good question cause I don't know.

Now tonight I was talking to cousin to learn another cousin had passed away tonight at about 7pm Calif time. I hardly know him but yet it hit like a ton of bricks, and I cried. Another family member passed because of cancer.

Ive known for years that our family has a long history of cancer and that it runs highly Strong in our family which is why I get the colonoscopy done when needed and I do pretty much do the mammograms because I know these are the main two for most of the family! I try to stay one step ahead if possible. Cause if I'm gonna get it I want to know asap so hopefully they can do something about it before it gets too bad. I know though that if I'm gonna die I'm gonna die but if there is a chance of putting that off I wanna do it.

So there you have it. I have one more test and thats just a sleep test to see if I have sleep apnea.
So good news is so far all my tests have come back normal. Whew load off my chest!

OMG The Pain of it all.

Well, for quite awhile I've been having several teeth bothering me. But Weds night it started to really get annoying. Thursday I had a meeting for my handicapped sister (her annual 6 months report) When I got up Thursday morning the first thing I noticed was that my mouth hurt so badly that I wasn't sure where or what tooth was hurting. So after taking my shower and getting ready to go I grabbed the number for the dentist office. I used my cell as I was running out the door. Now mind you just about everyone in our family has been to this dentist office but me. (we didn't like the last one so we just didn't return) Our daughter had gone there first from a recommendation of her girlfriend who also works with her. She had also taken 3 of the 4 boys there. Then Mr Gab needed to go so daughter said try this dentist. So I called and made an appointment for Mr Gab. Couple weeks ago youngest son text ed me complaining about his teeth hurting. He didn't have a dentist so I said use ours. He asked me to call. SO I did, I set him up for his appointment. So finally on Thursday it was my turn. I told them I was heading out right that minute for my meeting and I wasn't sure when Id be home so I wanted it for Monday. Well she asked me how bad was it? OMG ARE YOU KIDDING? You really have to understand me. I HATE DENTIST! And will do anything to avoid going. Even if it means my teeth not looking their whitest, or hurting so bad that I gotta go no matter what. I had a very bad experience when I was a teen. The dentist had two files on his counter and he "glanced" at one thinking that it was mine and pulled a tooth that didn't need to be pulled and he had not given me Novocaine, because that person didn't like Novocaine used. So right then I disliked dentist no matter how good they really were.
Anyways the last dentist I went to said that at least tooth was gonna need a root canal done, so I kinda knew that I would probably need it done sooner or later. As it turned out the dentist had an opening at 2:30 that afternoon so if I got back in time I was to come in. Well, I was back in plenty of time.
And yes I needed a root canal done. And did I have time to have it done? Well DUH! I HURT! So he set me up to do it right then and there. BUT and oh do I mean but he got started and first thing he said was WTH. I'm pretty sure he was thinking WTF but you know he was being polite. I sat there wondering what was wrong. He kept going and every now and again he would mumble something. Finally after awhile he said we were done with everything but the build up for the crown. While I was waiting he finally informed me that when he started the top of the gum was black and kinda hard to work on. But once he got by the black it opened up and went easier the rest of the way. He said the cause of the black must have been the last dentist I went to must have started a root canal but stopped for some reason. Then he also told me that I had infection deep in the bone. (DAMN NO WONDER IT HURT). I don't remember the last dentist starting a root canal but I know he opened that tooth and put in medication as it was infected.
As of today it still hurts as badly as it did before he started. But Mr Gab told me it would be Monday before I didn't hurt. I am taking the pain pills and the antibiotics and once in awhile a tear or two rolls down my cheeks but other wise I'm hanging in.

I've finally did it!

Yes after all this time I've finally did it! I've started writing a book. I've already gotten the title, the dedication page and the first chapter done. But the first chapter was about 4 pages long double spaced. SO what do I do? Single space? Write more words? Well, I set it aside for a day and decided to not actually set any thing into chapters as of yet. I'm just gonna put the words down. If and when I do try to publish it I will then figure out where chapters should be. But as for now I'm busy putting words down. (this is where one would normally say down on paper, but I am using my computer as my hand writing is getting so bad what with the arthritis and I never did have great penmanship.) Not only that but I can use spell check! Then I know for sure that what I want to convey will be correct. I've choosen a subject that I know alot about. At first I wanted to write a western romance book, but then thought I know more about cats than I do about romance.(well,ok not really) So I thought that I would pull all the years of experance of owning cats and put it into a book. I will have "tales" "training" and memories all put down on computer disc and then one day I may turn it into a book.
So be watching the next thing I may tell you is that my book has been published!

OWIE the pain.

So I got the first two of the four tests done today. The first was quite simple it was a bone density test. That consisted of mainly like an x-ray scan. The second hurt like hell, because it was the mammogram test. NOW listen here. I just don't understand why woman have breast implants and then have to have them squished my that horrible machine. I didn't have implants but dang I'm not small by no means and damn it all it hurt!!!!! So why would you do that? What I'd like to tell these woman before they have the implants put in is this. Go have a mammogram done while you have small breasts. Now how much did that hurt? Not much? Ok now just imagine that pain times 1000.....much more painful. Would you still want those implants? I know you think that having big breasts will make you more popular (honey in a way you really don't wanna be) But the pain when you have such large breasts isn't worth it. Put your money to better use. Buy a car, guys love woman who have nice fancy sports cars! But dont invest in bigger boobs! Take it from someone whose boobs grew too big, keep the smaller ones. You wont have back and shoulder pain from your bra straps cutting into you or your back trying to hold your breast upright. And smaller boobs dont look like they are hanging around your knees either I highly doubt that small breast even sag much! And the best part about smaller boobs, Alot of times you dont need a bra and you still look sexy in just about any top you wear. Where bigger boobs seem to pop out all over the place where you really dont want them to be!