doctor handsome

We got a letter in the mail the other day from a family that benefited from the care they received at the hospital Bub was treated at. At the end of the letter, it said 'someone' would be contacting us soon to see if we wanted to give to the hospital.

Soon was today.

I talked to the lady and told her we had given to the hospital in the past. And that we also had received excellent care and were thrilled to be able to give back. But we had already given back.

Now we're considering sponsoring a Compassion child.

I felt like I had to defend the fact that I was not, at this time, interested in giving. She was sort of aggressive. She asked if I wasn't going to give this year, was I going to give next year. I got sort of tired of the conversation, frankly.

But it did take me back to realize we did receive excellent care. At every level. But one thing that happened went over and beyond. I called clinic one day and told the nurses that Bub had been waking up at night fussing about his knee. They immediately went into action and I got a call back from one of the doctors. We call him Doctor Handsome. Not because of how he looks, but because every time he came into our room, he referred to Bub as 'Handsome'.. hey, Handsome, gimme five.. that kinda deal. And Bub H-A-T-E-D it. He did not like being fussed with that way. I don't blame him. I never did either.

But anyway.. back to Doctor Handsome... when he called me back, he told me Bub needed a strong narcotic liquid and that is a controlled substance and he couldn't call it in. And I couldn't run into Kroger and grab it either. We needed to go to a specialized pharmacy. And it was getting late. Believe it or not.. Dr Handsome offered to drop the RX by my house on his way home. We figured out he lives in a neighboring suburb down the street from us. So that's what he did. He was at my door probably less than an hour later with scrip in hand. I was shocked he would do it and incredibly grateful. It was funny for Bub to see 'him' at our front door. It's a cute memory for me, believe it or not.

The kids had fun running around in the pharmacy playing together. You wouldn't know he was terminally ill by watching them cut up. They were disruptive, but I didn't give a rip. He was gone six days later.

I didn't have time to go into it with the lady on the phone. But the people that wrote the letter aren't the only ones with a story to tell. If she'd of stopped pushing me long enough, she could'a heard that.

silly observations

I don't have much going on today, which is nice. But it always causes me to notice things I otherwise wouldn't think about.

I was petting the kitty on the bed today. And the fur was flying. She wasn't mad at me. yet. But if I just touch her, her hair falls out. It's a cat thing. But then I noticed a hair stuck to her nose. I kept trying to get it off. That made her mad. I think about the time I got one off, another one got stuck on. I know when I get cat fur on my nose, it tickles and it bugs me. I wonder how she feels about it.

Also.. I've noticed that I have a new reader of my blog. It's somebody I know. It makes me feel funny. Kinda like somebody is snooping around in my business and I can't decide how I feel about it. She's commented to me in person regarding several posts. She sure is nosey. She's my daughter.

We ordered a pizza this weekend. We always order one with no cheese. This time we ordered it from another place because we had a coupon. It had cheese on it. Makes the coupon not seem very worth it when we had to wait forever since they had to remake it. I think we'll stick with Papa John's. They do it over the computer and it's right there in front of them. We've never had a problem with them. We like them best...sometimes coupons aren't worth it, ya know?

Well.. those are my 'deep thoughts' for the day. woo hooo.

expelled

The hubby and I had some time to ourselves yesterday, so we decided to watch a movie we bought a while back. It was called Expelled: No Intelligence Allowed (with Ben Stein). The whole movie is pretty much interviews with various scholars/scientists regarding intelligent design. Some were denying that God ever existed or that there could be any form of 'ID'. Many others have had their jobs taken etc for suggesting there is an author of the universe. That we didn't just become the way Darwin suggests.

Anyway.. there were so many observations. One of them was a man who described how ridiculous religion was and how he had determined God didn't exist. Another one was the discussion of how some religious people 'in the field' decide after studying Darwinism, that they no longer accept God and become atheists. This one stunned me more than the first fellow that never seemed to claim His name in the first place. All of it broke my heart.

But why... why would someone who felt like they 'had' God at some point, turn away and decide within themselves He doesn't exist. Because they didn't know Him in the first place?

Would I... could I turn away and decide He didn't exist? I know the answer to that is no. But why? Maybe it's because I am not just serving a religion. (I AM burned out on that part myself) But I have a relationship as sure as any of the earthly ones I have here. I talk to Him and He talks to me. I am as sure of the things He says to me as the things others have said to me. How could I turn away from that? I couldn't!

This is one of the things that made me so sad about watching the movie. Seeing these people with nothing to put their trust in but their own wisdom. Relying only on the seen.. only on what they could touch with their hands or see through a microscope. What a life..devoid of any hope. And yet that is how most people stumble through their lives.

I'm so thankful He's given me hope and life and shown me Himself beyond the seen.

mommy ears

Sleep changes forever when you have kids. It just does. For lots of reasons. But mainly, it's because you get 'mommy ears'. When Boo Boo was born, I heard every peep she made in the night. If she squeaked funny I was by her crib checking on her. And then when she got a little bigger, if her dolly fell out of bed, I heard it. Or even if she just moved around, I was aware.

The years have gone on and things have relaxed a little bit. My little one is thirteen and she can find the 'potty' in the night without me and I don't hear every move she makes at night like I did when she was younger.

That's what made last night all the stranger. I was startled awake by the whispered sound of "Mom!". My eyes flew open but I didn't see her. I knew by the sound of her whisper she should be right by the bed, but when I looked all around, there was no one. My heart slowed and I put my head back on the pillow trying to figure out what I'd heard. Was I dreaming? What's the deal?

Then it hit me.

My husband's sleep apnea machine was whistling. If it gets slightly off kilter it can make soft, airy sounds. That's what I heard. Gee whiz! Once mommy ears, always mommy ears.

heartsick

There are many words floating around in my head this morning. But the one that says it all is heartsick. My sorrow for this country and its future generations is beyond what I can articulate. I'm just sickened by the agendas that will more than likely be pushed on us in the days to come.

We all know the list of hot button topics. And they all have vast moral and societal implications for us as a country. Makes me shudder and be sickened to the core. And calls me all the more to prayer for our country's people.

Like I said.. heartsick.

Ticks Me Off Tuesday

With everybody's minds on the election today and all the stress of wondering what is about to happen to the free world, I thought I would focus on something much more petty today. Something I know I have lots of... those little everyday things that bug me. This post was actually my husband's idea since I'm always saying this little thing or that little thing ticks me off.

So here we go... it's Ticks Me Off Tuesday!

There are the little things I can't find when other people use them and don't put them back where they belong... like the letter opener as seen here in it's proper location on the side of the frig.

Or hunting for the stapler or the scotch tape dispenser. See attached note on both!

Then there are things that I can't figure out. Like why is it I can take one quick look at the cup holder in my van and see it's not going to work. Most of the time this is what my water bottle looks like when I'm driving. Guess where it ends up if I have to stop quickly.

Take a look at the shallow little tray in between the seats. Yes it is the same depth as a pencil. Yep.. brilliance in action! That is my sunglass clipon case.. guess where it ends up if I have to stop fast.

On the floor... same place the water bottle ends up.

I get amazed at people so busy with their cell phones behind the wheel that they can't be bothered with.. ya know...DRIVING. And then they give me some awful glare if I have to honk at them to move their booty when the light turns green because they're too busy texting or something.

If you can think of some other things you'd like to add to this very special and maybe only edition of Ticks Me Off Tuesday, please feel free to leave me a comment!

the nerve

I read an article the other day about a family that kept having their McCain/Palin yard signs removed. They finally had had enough and since the husband was an electrical engineer, he decided to put a tiny shock on his sign... and a sign warning as such...and a hidden camera.

Guess what... 'little Johnny' came walking up and touched the sign and got a little zap. He walked away... with his Obama/Biden sign. Of course, he ran right to his mommy and daddy. And they got mad because their kid got zapped.

Huh?!

What ever happened to the parents being embarrassed that their child would do such a thing? Well... acccording to them, he just wanted to touch the sign. Yeah right. That's why he was holding an Obama sign. Uh-huh. How stupid do these parents take this couple for?! I get so sad at the mentality that's taking over parents these days. How dare you say my child did anything wrong. How dare you try to stop them. How dare you try to correct it. Just how dare you.

And then one day these children hit their teenage years and get in more trouble. And then wonder what went wrong. Well.... maybe if you 'parents' had of used discipline when little Johnny acted up rather than running around trying to bail them out and explain away his behavior, you/we wouldn't be in this pickle.