I am so ready for nice weather so we can get the bike out. I’ve noticed a lot of photo’s on some of the blogs I visit of all the snow that they have received. We’ve been very lucky so far in that respect, but it’s been colder than a witches tit. Can someone explain that phrase to me? I have never understood what that meant, but I hear it all the time and have even said it myself a time or two….Never mind I just did a search for the term and found out a heck of a lot more than I knew before.
At any rate the temperature has been horrid and our water pipe froze up, but Bill took the hairdryer down and warmed it up and now we let the cold water run a smidgen in the bathroom and that does the trick for now. I pity those poor people on the street in this horrible weather. It seems people all over are having problems with pipes and furnaces, even Bill’s Son. His furnace went out the other night and Chris had to wrap up the kids and take them to Grandma’s till it got fixed the next day.
This is definitely soup and cuddling weather I wish I had a fireplace then it would be romantic just sitting with music playing and watching the flames dance around that is if I wasn’t still sick. I was all snug in the bed the other night sound asleep when I heard heavy breathing in my ear which made me start to get all tingly until I realized Bill wasn’t even in the bed. Since my ears are all stopped up my own breathing was in my head and woke me up, now that’s weird.
It’s hard to feel romantic when you feel like crap or at least it is for me. I’m not sure how men are when they feel sick, but I have a feeling that they aren’t quite the same as us. I need to see some sun and feel warm weather because this Winter has been one of the most depressing in my life. I’m hoping my Shadow will be able to walk before long or at least make an effort. I need to find some kind of device to get him up on his paws that will hold him up so he can exercise some.
I need to go check Bill’s bean soup so I’ll close this up and drop some EC’s later…Have a great day.
I’m sure the blogosphere will be overloaded with the great historical inauguration of the 44th president and how important this moment was for the world, swearing in the first black president or at least one with dark skin, but if you read The Matthias Chronicles you would have read this post Obama: Not the first black president, by Mar Matthias Darin.
Are you telling me Obama is the 6th black president? I am not a history buff so I certainly had never heard any of this myself, but I found it very interesting reading and something I will probably follow up on. Does it really matter what color a man’s skin is so long as he is qualified to do a job? I didn’t vote for the new president, but it wasn’t due to color. I know he is an educated man, but I didn’t think he was right for the job, but only time will tell.
I’m glad Bush is out of office, I’m sure he loves his country and did his best, but he was never my choice to start with. One Bush was one too many. I wish the best for the new President and his family, but more than that I wish the best for my country and hope we can get out of our downward spiral. I do not see Obama as a saint that is going to save the world and I certainly don’t expect him to perform miracles, he does not walk on water.
I am so sick of hearing about bailouts for companies that have foolishly wasted money. According to the paper even Harley Davidson is now thinking about asking for a bailout, this is getting ridiculous. People are indeed expecting miracles, you can see it in their faces and I’m afraid these people are going to be let down because they are expecting too much too soon and it’s not going to happen over night.
I would love to see a perfect world, but I know it will never happen and the color of a man’s skin will not make it happen either. I hope this man is a good politician that can make sound decisions for the good of all people and hopefully he has surrounded himself with a capable cabinet, history in the making, we will look back in 4 years and see how far we have come. Hopefully the right choice was made.
In one of my talks with my Son I asked him if anything could possibly be worse than cancer and his answer was yes being paralyzed would be worse. I’m not sure I agree, but it certainly gives me something to think about. For those of you that said prayers I’d like to say that they have helped and thank-you very much for your thoughts. We all have our good days and bad ones and I pray for all of us to have more of the good ones.
Shadow (my furry son) had a restless night because he has a hard time with pooping inside and he holds it until he can’t hold it anymore then he cries and cries and I feel so sorry for him, but then he gets quite and settles down. He still hasn’t tried to get up and the 24th will be a month he hasn’t been active and mobile and we’re worried that he wont even bother to try, but I still have hope that someday he will.
I can’t believe I am still sick, it’s going on a month now and it wont go away it seems to be stuck in my throat and ears. I have been getting plenty of rest and fluids and eating right, but it still persists, I have never had a virus last this long, anyone else having a problem this year getting rid of theirs? I’m starting to think that the older I get the the worse everything is going to be and I’m not looking forward to any of it.
A few years back when Bill started taking a mild blood pressure pill I bought him a monitor that he could check his pressure with at home. He likes to play doctor and check mine also when I let him and the last few times it’s been pretty high so now he’s worried that I might have a stroke and he’s pushing me to make an appointment which I will do next week when I feel better. Strokes and heart attacks do run in my family.
I was thinking about all of this because of Shadow’s problems and I’d certainly hate to be in the position he is in now and have Bill try to take care of both of us. Just thinking about not being able to take care of my physical needs sends a chill through me. I watched my Mother take care of my paralyzed Father and how hateful and bitter he became and I would really not like to be in that position.
Of course no one would want to have either happen to themselves or anyone else and I’ve thought a lot about that conversation with my Son. I thought at least if he had been paralyzed he could still be able to watch his Son grow up, but he was adamant that he would prefer cancer to being paralyzed. He must have thought about this a lot because he knew about my family history.
Little did we know that all that cancer was running strife on his blood Fathers side, the only thing he ever inherited from him.
The majority of people seem to simply exist = to live at an inferior level or under adverse circumstances because we don’t know how to live life to the fullest. There are many experts out there that tell us how to enjoy life and what to do to be healthier and how to take advantage of any given circumstance, but most of us continue in the same rut day after day because it’s familiar to us. When was the last time you dared to dream or to affect a change in your life?
We are so bogged down with just trying to make ends meet and survive that most of us forget to appreciate the beauty and life around us, I’ll stop that right there and just speak for myself because I know there are many people out there that are living life to the fullest and have a good quality of life and understand what giving back and helping their fellow man is all about. I am grateful for the life I was given, but I can honestly say that I haven’t used it well.
Many of us are searching for answers, but not quite sure where to look, we search everywhere, but inside. I have tried meditation, but I simply can’t be still and concentrate or reach the core, but everyone seems to find some sort of truth or develop a philosophy for their life with each passing moment and each experience. I have known people that have nothing (material wise), but seemed very happy and content without a care in the world.
We seem to think if we are successful and rich and have everything we want that we will be happy and content, but that’s not always the case. I’m still seeking happy and content or maybe it’s bliss I’m seeking, because the past 6 years with Bill is the closest to happy and content I’ve ever been in my reality. I do know that I should put my trust in my God and myself instead of relying on man for my happiness because it comes from within. I want to live not just exist.
