Saturday, May 12, 2018

Happy Mother's Day 2018

My mother went home to Jesus on Mother's Day 2002.  So many years have gone by and I still miss her.  So many times I think I need to call Mom and tell her about a situation that is going on. I think I have blogged before that when I am going through something troubling she will come to me in my dreams.  She listens to me tell her what is wrong and I can "hear" her advise me although I never can remember seeing her lips move.  She sits there with this kind expression on her face and her thoughts are mine.  I have my answer and I turn to hug her and she is gone.  I always wake up grieved that instead of talking I should have just hugged her.  The logical answer of course is that I knew her so well and knew what she would say in most situations that my dream is just my subconscious acting on previously stored "mom" information.  I CHOOSE not to be logical.  She has come to me in dreams and during my last surgery.  For these many moments my Mom was there for me as she was in life.

I think the hope of all moms is that they leave a lasting impression on their young and hopefully a good one.  I hope that my children and grandchildren will look back on my life and tell funny stories, laugh, and talk about my eccentricities, my fear of spiders and flying. I want them to  keep me alive through the next generation and if I am really lucky the generation after that. I know some of the negative things that will be told  there as well.  I am not perfect.  I worked too much and too long.  I have so many regrets that I did not take more time with both of my children.  Looking back I made so many mistakes. I love Joshua and Rebekah with so much love it makes my heart hurt.  I now know that agony that my mom felt when something happened to one of us.  I still want to make things right for both of my kids and I am wrong, they are out of my nest and into their own.  They have their own children and I am in awe that  they both are excellent parents.  My mom used to say to me you are still and will  always be my baby no matter your age.  That is how I feel.  I still want to slay all their dragons. I am joyous that my grandchildren love me.  That is such a special kind of love: freely given, honestly expressed and full of that special something that only a child can give.

I had so many "moms" that helped me in the rearing of my children.  Georgia Satterfield Shimkus was my support system with Josh and I wrote a previous blog about her.  I was a new mom and she was there and loved my son with me.  When Becky came along Ruth Knol Sutherland taught me that all food groups could be found in  fruit roll ups, marshmallows, Twizzlers, raisins, and chased with Vitamin C. My children were her children and vice versa. Kay McGuire gave Josh a
Gordon Setter  for his 12th birthday and encouraged him to show said dog.  He was so shy and I still have a picture with Jezzy the dog,  the Judge holding Jezzy's winning ribbon and Joshua looking like he was in melt down mode.  She has watched both my kids grow with exasperation and love. Jojo Lapp not only was in the delivery room when I had Rebekah but  has given me most of the Christmas traditions that I still try to honor  She really does Christmas the best and my kids are doing some of those same things for their kids and probably don't realize that it started with JoJo. Jill Forbes is the Nan to Patton Lee.  Patton is one of the twins and is adored by his Nanny. She equally loves Winston and Aster as well. She is "aunt" to Joshua and Rebekah.  Maria Felton came into my life about 15 years ago.  She has provided untold advice, love and support to my family  and loves my  grandchildren,  Her daughter Arianna is like  another grandchild to me and I stand by with so much pride at all her successes.  So many women have had so much impact on my children and grandchildren.  To all those women I wish you love on this day and great thanks for the love and care you selflessly gave to me and mine. My prayer is that you realize just how much you did do and realize just how important you are.

To my sister Patti who raised her two "babies" to successful adulthood.  I love you and know that you miss mom just like I do.  She loved us all so very much.

Happy Mother's Day

Tuesday, May 8, 2018

Rev. Hans Klee, Hoge Church, Ina Lee and the War on Christianity

When I get the urge to write something personal it usually comes to me in the night in dreams.  I had a dream about an incident that involved my mom. I woke up crying remembering the situation and felt that I needed to put this down for my family history and how Christianity came under attack in my family over 40 years ago.  I wanted to discuss this with my sister Patti before I started this journey down a painful lane and was surprised when she told me that she had discussed the same incident with an acquaintance  I think she said a week before.  I was crying as I was talking with her and she provided me facts that I had forgotten and I was able to establish a timeline.  Follow with me as I provide a background to our church history. 

My earliest memory of a Minister was Rev Calvin Didier.  I still remember a sermon that he gave telling us that  death was like a "come as you are party".  In other words you are taken from this earth and the judgement begins you don't get a chance to change after you are gone.  I was probably about 8 years old and the words didn't scare me but they have stayed with me all these years.  After he left we were  lead by Rev. Gish for many years.  He was a godly man and a shepherd to our flock.  I remember his eyes.  They were so very kind.  He also rescued a group of our Seniors(me included) when we were detained by the sheriff department for a poorly planned band and Wesket initiation. During the time of his time a prayer group was formed.  We met once a week prayed, studied the bible, and witnessed miracles.  No one to this day can tell me that miracles do not happen.... they do I was there.  Our leaders were Bill and Mavis Hankey. Rev Gish came a few times but deferred to Bill in the teaching aspect as I remember. I was a born again Christian washed in the blood of my Savior, and was blessed that this group was part of our church and could feed this fledgling baby. Mom and I were always there.  Mavis gave a prophecy at one meeting stating that the tine would come when we would be scattered in all directions.

My mom was the secretary of the church starting during Rev. Didier's time and was a fixture.  I spent many many many days after school at the church.  When a new minister is needed they sent out a  group of people to visit other churches( now this part is sketchy so bear with me if I am not stating completely accurate facts as to the choosing) If they like the pastor he is invited back to speak to our church and he is voted by the congregation.  They found a Pastor and he was interested and came to speak to our church,  I remember that I cried because this was a born again christian.  His sermon  only needed an altar call. As I recall he was voted in but turned down the position after a night of prayer with his wife. God didn't want him there. Mom said that he felt the church was dying(  and that is not a quote but when she told me she cried)  We were devastated.  The next selection was a man named Rev. Hans Klee(pronounced clay) His first sermon he held up a voodoo/African type  mask that was frightening to see.  He said it would hang outside his office to "ward off evil spirits" I exited the church prior to the end of his sermon.  I don't remember how long he was there before he started coming to our prayer group and basically took over.  We submitted to his authority and he eventually stopped coming and things resumed.   I had no idea this prayer group was such a thorn in his side.  I was a deacon in the church and occasional taught Sunday school for the babies. 

One night he and several men from church came to my home to talk with my mom.  He did all the talking.  He informed my mom that he was aware of every penny she had and what she needed to survive and that she had a decision to make.  She would stop associating with the prayer group or be fired.  I remember seeing one of the men look at another with a questioning look I think he was surprised at that statement but I will never know.   I wanted to shout at them.  She has been your friend.  She has helped you, loved you all for years and this is what is allowed.  He looked at me and put his filthy evil  hands on my shoulder and said to me "we have no problem with you at all you can continue to teach and be a deacon" My response was "you have insulted me.  The Jesus that you see in my mom and hate you should be able to see in me.  I need to return to prayer for an infilling of the spirit"  I told them they had to leave and that BASTARD leaned down and told my mom if you contact any of your "friends" I will know even on your home phone and I WILL fire you".  Then they left. I shut the door and found my mom sitting on the steps leading to our upstairs with her hands covering her face shaking.  I had never seen my mom like that.  My first thought was to call Mavis that we needed prayer.  Mom  was shaking and yelled "NO NO NO he will find out he will know" My next memory from that night was several people from the prayer group showed up...don't know who called them or how they knew but they prayed with her and provided her with courage and I felt God that night  cover my house with his peace and love.  My brave courageous Mom without a job in sight told that evil man that she had no intention to quit the prayer group.  What my sister Patti reminded me was that he was unable to fire her that it had to be done by the Elders of the church and they refused.  Mom miraculously  found another job that was excellent for her.  God delivered her from evil and gave her such a gift that paid better with great benefits!!

My mom was a testimony to God's love and grace and when I walked away for a time she prayed me through. She prayed my son through a very difficult time and called him at the time that it was life and death for him.   She adored her family and spent time on her knees for all of us.She would be very upset at the anger I feel as I am writing about that evil man.  My sister found out he passed on some time ago.  I honestly hope that he found Jesus before he died.  I am sitting here crying as I am writing and I am experiencing a lifting of the heaviness on my heart. 

The last thing I want to to say is yes there is a war going on, for our families, our hearts, our identities and our souls.  We cannot allow this to happen.  This is not political about the qualifications of our President.  It's closer to home.  It's the indoctrination of our children.  The fact that we cannot come against things that we do not believe because the liberal leaning population attack like rabid dogs. I could go on for pages and will at a later date. 

I love you mom and miss you every day.  You have come to me in my times of need in the twilight of my nights and apparently during the surgery.  You always leave me with peace but I would give just about anything to hug you again.  I loved you so much

Monday, May 7, 2018


In one week it will have been a year since I blogged.  I am a poor excuse for a Mimi because I write mostly for my kids and my grand kids so that they can look back when I am gone and have an idea as to who I am, what I believed and loved.  There is a lot of other reasons too but just understand that I am glad that others read what I write but it really is for my babies.

I had my left hip removed by Dr.  Scott Yerger in Lafayette Louisiana on April 19, 2018. My pre surgical experience up to and including my stay at Lafayette General and my post surgical experience have been excellent.  Dr. Yerger starts sending out emails to you with a ton of educational information and check lists weeks before you go into the hospital.  If you do not take advantage of the opportunity that he provides then you are an idiot. The only excuse is if you do not have internet abilities and I bet that the office has answers for that as well.  The staff is gracious, available to answer questions, and are quick to respond to any problems that you might have.  My pre check in at the Pace clinic was awesome.  I am a Registered Nurse with nearly 44 years of experience.  As a patient I am a moron.  I know just enough to make myself dangerous.  The pace nurse went over everything with direct eye contact  that made me feel that I was so very important to her personally.  The day of surgery I was terrified.  I was having a spinal instead of general anesthesia and I am fricken terrified of needles especially those that are  big enough to go into my spine.  The anesthesiologist promised me he was going to give me bravery juice.  The only thing I remember was  sitting at the side of the bed in the suite and a WONDERFUL African American man held me.  I cannot tell you what he did or said but he made me feel safe.  His name  started with a D I think.   You sir are a wonderful man .. take that into your heart that what ever you said or did made this terrified  lady feel safe and whenever I tell this story I cry.  I cannot tell you what happened until I woke up unable to move my legs in recovery.  Becky said the surgery was short but I was in recovery a long time waiting on a bed.  At one time I was scared and I couldn't seem to get attention.  I am not even sure I was actually summoning anyone.  I was panicking in my mind and my mother came to me she stroked my hair back and said you are going to be fine.  My mom has been dead for over 15 years. No I am not nuts..... well not completely.  Shortly afterwards Becky came through the door...then I felt my world was righted. 

As soon as I was able to move my toes they got me up and I walked down the hallway.  I was amazed at the lack of pain but apparently they shoot you up at the site so that you CAN get up and move without too much pain.... smart people.  The nurses on the 4th floor all deserve the Heart of Nursing award.  Every contact I had including housekeeping, dietary, nursing assistance and nursing staff are star performers.  They were caring, intuitive, kind and professional.   ALL OF THEM.  The NP on the floor was an angel as well. 

I did not go home till Saturday I had vomiting issues.  Other than that I felt my pain was in control.  Through the  PT and OT staff I  learned to put on shoes, socks and pick up things off the floor.  I learned how to get in and out of a car and the "never -dos" in relation to my healing hip.I went to Becky's to recover and really don't remember a lot about the first few days except she kept my medications up to date and bathed me.  It is difficult to explain that this care that I have received at her home by her hands has been excellent.  She handles so much and I think it was a lot like having another child.  I had gained 20 lbs even after vomiting and was horrified until I really looked at my left buttock.  I put the Kardashians to shame.  My left buttock was huge as was my left leg.  It was high and hard as a rock compared to my right soft grandma butt.  Since that time I am about 5 lbs nearer my pre surg weight. 

Narcotics: do not like them do not want them, took them anyway.  I did get 5 days of Toradol which is a godsend.  Beats the hell out of any narcotic for pain control.   My daughter kept me medicated and then we started cutting back.  I knew what was working and what wasn't.  For me  Norco sucks for actual pain control and it backs you up.  I sort of forgot I had not pooed in a week.  I was taking stool softeners but those pesky Norcos just overrule your bowels. I will not go into graphic detail but ducolax works I had to take several.  Problem solved.  I cried non stop the first week.  I could not stop the most ridiculous things would set me off .  I think I dehydrated myself. 

I am having physical therapy and they are the bomb as well.  If they are being honest I am doing very well.  When I get home my leg and hip spasm  it is not painful as much as uncomfortable and it follows me into the night in bed.  I take a single Valium at night with motrin and my baby aspirin and I am able to sleep.  Bad as I hate Norco  let me tell you Valium rocks. This also is being weaned down.  I will probably need something for the spasms in the next few weeks because they happen every night but it cannot be Valium.  I like it too much. 

So many people went out of their way to think of me.  My friend Jojo sent me a recliner....... can you  believe that!!!!  Debi cooked me an entire meal for my family with desert that was wonderful, Kay sent me flowers and Ria brought some my first day and checked on me.  My niece sent me an edible arrangement as did my sister in law Elaine.  My Louisiana sister Jill babysat me as did Janet.  Glenda  got me a bottle of wine and a "hip Kit" and has taken me to the store and to therapy and has made me nearly pee myself please see my posting on Facebook about our shopping trip,  Joshua is taking me to therapy as well and providing me with encouragement. My  dear neighbor Maria and her daughter Arianna visited me and Maria has taken me to therapy several times and to the store. Then her husband Michael made me soup. So many many kindnesses and I am humbled by the love. 

I now have my first fake part if  you don't count the boobs, teeth crowns, and wigs.  This is my first real geriatric part, my entry to the  club of elders , the first of what will probably be a repeat in the next few years on my right hip.  I am getting older and each day wake up and thank God that I still am alive and kicking.  I have so many things to be grateful for and go to sleep thinking about them. 

To Rebekah and Shane thank you for opening your home and your hearts to a partially disabled Mimi and I will never ever forget what you have done for me.  I wait each day for the twins to get home to see "mimi's booboo"  then they share the booboos that they have acquired during the day.

God is good. 

Tuesday, May 16, 2017


I realized why I hadn't posted in ages. I'm tired.  Everyday I think of things that I want to write about then I get home and I can't imagine sitting down in front of the computer.  I have been working a lot of overtime and I'm having issues with remembering that I am getting older and probably should take it easy.  My checkbook screams at me to pick up shifts and apparently I cannot say no.  I did several 14 hour shifts and realized that I spend an inordinate amount of time doing my hair.  I have to get up in the morning (or evening depending the shift) two hours early so that I can wash my hair, put it up in rollers, sit under the hairdryer for 30 minutes, tease it, and spray it rock hard so that it will last the shift.  That is 2 hours that I could spend in my bed.  I did something that my daughter has been after me for years to do, I bought a wig.  I love it.  I cannot believe that I didn't do this years ago.   I get up get a shower, put on makeup and slap on a wig.  I now  have several colors  and styles and it makes me happy.  At 65 I need things to make me happy! I have had mixed reviews with most liking my new hair but it doesn't matter I LIKE them and the time that I now have.  My grandchildren haven't noticed my hair change but a month ago I was babysitting Allison and Aries.  I didn't realize it but was running a low grade fever and was antsy.  I reached up and pulled my wig off.  The room was dim and Allison screamed and ran from the room.  Aries started laughing and said "funny Mimi do it again".  I  had to really work on Allison she thought I had pulled my hair off.  Patton calls it my "hat".  

When I turned 65  I realized I am now considered geriatric.  I get special discounts, people defer to me in public, and I am treated differently and sometimes with amusement. I look in the mirror and see a younger person than what I see in a photograph and that is a shock.  I don't know where the time went.  Yesterday I was 26,  I went to bed and woke up age 65. I have wrinkles, stiff joints and my skin hangs down by my knees and well, in other areas that won't be mentioned.  I cannot fight father time but I am going to delay him as long as I can. I have grandchildren that I want to enjoy and I want to be able to  be physically able to keep up with them. 

I have been having physical issues over the past year or longer.  I have stiffened up and have various aches and pains that I never had before.  I don't go to the gym anymore because I don't have the time and my back and legs hurt nearly all the time.  My posture sucks.  I walk leaned forward and my muscles have had to readjust to support my frame.  I had my doctor's appointment with my NP and she was concerned so I am now in physical therapy.  I had my first session today and I love it.  I came home with renewed purpose and will tell everyone that I work with to tell me to straighten up when I start to lean forward and to ignore me if I tell them to bite me when they correct me. Life is good!  Winston had his 4th birthday party at Sky Zone a trampoline play land.  You have no idea how much I wanted to go out and bounce.  Being 65 means you have to think about broken hips.  I stayed on hard ground but in my mind I was bouncing around like an idiot. 

I look at pictures of my mom at this age and believe that I look better and younger than she did.  My sister Patti is older by  4 years and I think that she doesn't look her age either.  I am praying that the  saying 60 is the new 50 is true.  I took an online test to determine my age by asking questions.  I came out with 28.  I like that.  I might have a 65 year old body but  I have a 28 year old mind.  I had Botox a few months ago.  It did not turn out well.  To get rid of the wrinkles in my forehead it made my eyelids droop.  The effects have worn off and I wont repeat that BUT I am continuing the Juvaderm in my lips.  My lips had thinned to the point that you couldn't see them.  My doctor plumped them up and I love them.  I can wear lip stick and make a duck face in selfies if I was so inclined......which I am not.

I am glad that I am married because if I was dating I would have to hand out a disclaimer: This woman is not what she appears.  She has fake boobs(due to cancer), crowns on her teeth, Juvaderm plumped lips, and wigs  BUT she has a 28 year old mind so it might be worth the risk. 

Thursday, November 10, 2016


Last presidential election I blogged constantly against BHO.  I didn't like the way our country was headed, I hated the Affordable Health Care Act, I hated the way he was racially dividing the country, I hated the loss of jobs and the horror of our national debt. His success about job creation is posted all the time.  What is not listed is how many people have stopped looking for jobs so they don't count in the over all statistics.  What is ignored is the vast increase in people needing government assistance. What can be said I have often heard in the  months leading up to the election that "that was then and this is now".  Trump won.   I was literally sitting on the edge of my seat into Wednesday morning and when it was announced that he had won I cried tears of happiness and hope. Social media is on fire with people who are crying about Hillary.  I will never understand how those who supported her could over look all the damning emails, the double talk and the outright lies.   I don't like Bernie Sanders because he is a socialist BUT I am very glad he did not get the nomination.  He would have been difficult to beat.  If she had selected him as her running mate I believe that they might have won. How, after the emails came out, he continued to assist her is a mystery.  It is true that money does talk.

I voted for Trump because I am sick to death of the religion of political correctness.  We used to be tough in this country.  "Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me". I was raised that way.  I don't get offended when a patient addresses me as old or fat.  I am old and I am fat.  If I don't like it I can change.  Well I can change the fat part unfortunately  the age part I am stuck with. I don't need the government or legislation to "protect" me from words.  I can take care of myself,  We now have a generation of wimps, and pussies, who run to an attorney when their feelings get hurt.  We are being forced to accept a "vocal" change of sexual gender and share our dressing rooms and bathrooms by someone who feels like they are a woman.  If you feel that strongly then get a sex change but do not expect me to pay for the process. If you cannot afford it then get a job, save your money and go through the process but until then use the facilities based on your birth parts. Liberals in our country are speaking out about gender neutrality .  No more he and she, nothing that indicates the gender of the person with whom you are speaking because you might offend them. Oh for God's sake  this is just plain horse poop. It is an education watching my boy and girl twin grandchildren.  Since early months there is no question that Patton is a boy and Aster is a girl by their actions.  My daughter  and son in law are not forcing HER into gender neutral clothes(she likes her frilly sparkly things and her jewelry)nor are they insisting that Patton not be able to play with dolls but he seems to like to play with cars more.

 The advent of social media we have witnessed a level of cruelty not ever documented before and the genie can never return to the bottle.  I place the blame of the cruel things coming out of their children's mouth directly on the way they were raised.  Parents who tolerate rudeness and unacceptable behavior are to blame.  Refusal to discipline your little prince or princess are to blame. Never believing that your children are capable of horrible actions is delusional  and I see this daily just going to the store.  Parents who allow their children unfettered access to the internet are to blame.  Children need guidance and discipline and parents need to be able to apply a paddle to their butts without worrying that the state is going to visit them.    What I find amusing is the number of times the police down here are called to homes by parents because their children are acting up. It is not the job of the government to tell us how to raise our kids.  This segues into what is happening just after the election.  High schools mostly in California and several colleges have canceled classes, tests and school to help them "cope" with the Trump win they are so very very fragile.  That is a parental failure.  Gee I can't remember that happening with Romney supporters in 2012.  We just sent our kids to school and went to work.  That speaks volumes  about the type of people that are Hillary democrats.  Look in our streets at the post election riots, burnings, and public damage that is being done.  That never happened when republicans lost.  We take our lumps like adults.  I would make a huge bet that the non college protests are being wound up by a George Soros company with professional protesters. I would also bet that not one in ten of those losers  voted.  I would also bet that most of them do not work.. Looking on TV you see a majority of young people that appear under thirty. Your parent's failure is evident.  One young lady on the news is stating that people are going to die because the election.

I want the borders closed.  I want a wall with a very small door.  You want to move here do it legally.  If you are here illegally then go home.  Now.  The wall can easily be built if you charge a transfer fee to all money sent back into Mexico.  Charge an entrance and exit fee for an administrative cost for anyone leaving the southern border of the United States either by land sea or air.   That is punishing us you might think.... nope it will hit our southern neighbors who depend on tourism for their livelihoods.  My bet is Mexico will make it up on one end or the other. I do not want refugees over here from any country that sponsors terrorism.   Set up camps or centers in countries that have the same values and beliefs.  You know the beliefs I am talking about...  the ones that believe that women are inferior and can be stoned at will, the ones that kill homosexuals, the ones that believe it is appropriate to marry a 12 year old. The belief that Sharia law should be the law of the land.   They can have their own place and we will even protect them and provide food. 

I voted for Trump because I want the Iran deal decimated.  They have repeatedly gone against the "deal" and we are ignoring that fact.  They are an immediate threat to Israel.  Netanyahu is happy with our choice of president.  They are our strongest allies in that region and they need our support.  I want ISIS destroyed sooner than later.  Obama and Clinton's failure in dealing with that group has set us back months if not years.  I want financial and military action to destroy any terrorist group. 

I voted for Trump because of the non-Affordable Care Act.  I said in the beginning in a blog that it was designed to fail.  I actually read it.  I didn't understand a lot and had to spend time researching what the hell they said. It took me months but I read it. The costs are skyrocketing and it will implode on itself.  Don't forget we were promised that it would save us money AND we would be able to keep our doctors.  All lovely lies.    I really believe that we are on an trip of no return into a single payer system.  Keep in mind that is what Hillary and Obama wanted and I believe that the ACA was set up to fail to usher in a single payer system.  I do not think that we will be able to change much.  What I want changed is that working people should  not have to subsidize  your insurance with their coverage.  I am now on Medicare and it scares the shit out of me.  I pray that under Trump we will not have a government group deciding what we deserve.  I do not like what the ACA has done to our hospital and doctor reimbursements they are pitiful and put us in a terrible position of losing funds for many reasons based on how we are graded. 

I voted for Trump because he is an outsider and a businessman.  We are in debt up to our eyeballs our children and grandchildren will be paying our debt.  This can no longer be blamed on Bush.  This  is all Obama.  He has enriched the "entitlement" generation.  We have people who are living off the government and have no intention of working if jobs were available.  I believe that those who have lost jobs and hope will find a light at the end of the tunnel as soon as Trump takes office.  I was at the store and was standing in front of a girl in scrubs. I asked where she worked.  This is a quote " I don't work, I have 2 children.  I told her I worked and I had two children.  She told me that she didn't have to that she had benefits.   By the way she was not married. She does deserve kudos for  talking to me and not telling me to mind my own business.

I voted for Trump because I am tired of our lawlessness.  I am tired that protests are an excuse for looting and burning property.  I love his support of the police in our nation.  Yes there are bad cops just like nurses, doctors, teachers and preachers.  We need to weed them out.  But a group who espouses the murder of police officers should be listed as terrorists.   I voted for Trump because I love our military and they have been forgotten.  He will bring hope to our veterans and build up our military.  We cannot bring over and support refugees when we have our veterans in such dire circumstances.  They earned that money. 

I voted for Trump because I genuinely like him.  I don't like everything he says.  But, and this is a big but, he is brash and says what is on his mind there is no question what he thinks and I like that.  I like it a lot.  I believe he is more moderate then people think and that is okay.  I just want to have my country out of the clutches of the liberal fanatics that have been operating unfettered for the last 8 years.  Half of us are fiscally, emotionally, and morally conservative and we have a voice. What the left CANNOT stand is that part of that half are gay, lesbian, black, Hispanic, those with education and those who are blue collar. Our half spoke on November 8th.    

I do not like Obama in any way but I have never missed a night praying for his safety and that of his family.  I can bet that there are few if any liberals who will pray for our choice.  They are not made that way.  I will pray everyday for Donald Trump and his family.   God protect him and guide him during this time  and during the next four years. 

This blog is dedicated to my sister Barbara Heibel.  She would have supported Trump and praised his victory.  I wish you had been here!!!

Saturday, September 10, 2016


I have been asked by the two people that read this blog two questions.  The first being why I have not written in so long?   The answer is I don't know. My that was easy when actually the truth is a bit more complicated.   I think I have been lazy.  I have had so many many blog subjects running around in my head as I live out each day that I have not been able to sit down to write. My most fertile area of ideas comes from the ER but that pesky thing called HIPPA prevents me from capitalizing on what would be a potential best seller. The second question is why, after writing volumes on Obama during both of his election years, I have not put anything down about this current election.  The answer is quite simple.  I loathe that woman to such an extent that my blood pressure rises every time I  see that cow on TV. The fact that our current POTUS is campaigning for her adds to the vomit and headache factor.  Susan Hodge this blog is for you.

We are in an election with a seasoned politician vs. the reality TV King.  Well this would seem like a no brainer except that it's not.  Donald Trump beat out 17 Republican hopefuls, all seasoned 'statesmen' and I use that term loosely, to capture the crown.  He is rude, sometimes crude, insulting, and temperamental.  I  LOVE him.  Every time he opens his mouth he is speaking for me. I love the wall, I love the idea of deporting illegal aliens, I love the idea of getting rid of or revamping the so called Affordable Care Act.  I love that he is a business man and has great successful kids who adore him. I love love love the fact that he is not politically correct. We are rapidly becoming a nation of panty-waist whiney babies where a single word can send a person running to a lawyer because of emotional distress. I love the fact that he has not spent most of his adult life in Washington. I love the fact that he is smart enough to surround himself with brilliant people.   Lets address the complaints about him from the left of center.  He is a xenophobe.  Xenophobia: n. A person who is fearful or contemptuous of that which is foreign, especially of strangers or of people from different countries or cultures. Donald Trump has business interests in Canada, Turkey, Panama, South Korea, the Philippines, India, Uruguay, Ireland , Scotland, Brazil, Azerbaijan, and Dubai to name the current few.  Maybe he had therapy to deal with his xenophobia because he has done very well dealing with all those foreigners successfully.  Homophobia: n.  The irrational fear of, aversion to, or discrimination against homosexuality or anyone in the LGBT community.  It is well documented that he does not support non-traditional marriage.  I do not have any figures to know if he has any workers in the community but I would imagine that in the thousands of employees that he had there are more than a few.  There is documentation of  his friendships in the community. He can change his mind just as Hillary has.  I have gay friends who will be voting for him anyway because as one man put it.  "I trust him and like the majority of things he stands for".  Speaking frankly, because this is my blog I have a huge issue with transgenderism.  If you were born a man then you are still a man until you cut off your offending member. Like wise if you are a woman and want to be a man then until that time that you close off the canal and grow a penis(or have one made) you are still a woman.  You use the bathroom dictated by how you pee. Stay out of my bathroom and my dressing room.... but I digress. (there will be another blog about this issue).  Racist: n. A person who believes that a particular race is superior to another and Sexist: n. A person who has sexist attitudes or behaves in a sexist manner. Racist is most commonly a term used  to  describe feelings against African Americans and now Mexicans by Caucasians. Trump hires the best.  He runs a business and if you are African American, Hispanic or a woman and you are the best you will get a job.  There is no history of him refusing to  hire a person just because of the color of their skin, or their sex.  Bruce Levell  who founded the National Diversity Coalition  For Trump says he has met most of the top execs for Trump and he sees no  sign of discrimination. He is quoted as saying if " you're black, small, white or tall.  If you've got a gift and a talent he's going after you." It is a fact that he supports and encourages women in his organization to reach for the top and promote them in male dominated fields.  Islamaphobia: n. A dislike or prejudice against Islam or Muslims, especially as a political force.  Well if you do not want people from countries that support terrorism to be allowed to enter our country at this time  and that is considered an Islamaphobic then I guess that includes one hell of a lot of Americans including me. FBI Director Comey stated to Congress that the government does not have the ability to  conduct  thorough background checks on all the  10,000 Syrian refugees that Obama administration wants to let into our country. Trump is correct.  At this time our borders need to be closed. As far a Illegals from Mexico goes that needs to stop as well.  You should not be allowed come into our country and receive any benefits that we grant our citizens. Mexico would not allow that to happen in their country so why should they condemn us for the same.

Hillary Clinton wants the job.  She is a sociopath. Sociopath: n. a person who  lies incessantly to get their way and does so with little concern for others.  A sociopath is often goal-oriented and have little regard or respect for the rights or feelings of others. Do you know how you can tell Hillary is telling the truth?  Her mouth is closed. I wish I could take credit for that.   Hillary is for women's rights.  Um hum.  Tell that to all the women Bill  slept with, raped or intimated. She eviscerated those women.  So women's rights only apply to certain women.   She repeatedly stated that she was against gay marriage but to give the cow her hay, she like Trump, can change her stand on that.  She and her husband have the Clinton pay-for-play Foundation.  I am sure that the Foundation  has done some good.  The main thing that it has helped has been the Clintons.  It is currently under investigation for multiple improprieties.  I do not believe that our current Justice Department will do anything.  The Attorney General Loretta Lynch will never touch her unless she kills someone on national TV. Books have been written about the Clinton and their corruption. I cannot even begin to cover everything.  It is easiest to say that she remains above the law. She has lied and lied and lied to the American Public and justifies it or blames it on someone else.  She has been given a pass from the FBI and the DOJ repeatedly on things that if you or I had committed we would never see the light of day.  I still want to know what happened with Benghazi and maintain that the blood of four Americans are on her.   She perpetuated the lie that the attack was caused by a video.  Her emails have been destroyed and wiped clean.  Remember when she said she only had a Blackberry to communicate  well make that  13 Blackberrys and 5 iPads. None of which were government issued.  She had her own server.  The FBI proved that she lied repeatedly about receiving and sending classified government information and they still did not bring charges against her.  Many of her communication devices were physically destroyed.  My guess is she didn't want anyone to get information about her daughters wedding or her yoga appointments.  When confronted with her lies she doubles down and continues to lie.  When confronted with FBI testimony about her lies her statement was that she heard it a different way.   I love it,  she has selective hearing.  She only hears really good things about herself.  She has condemned  Trump of being pro Russian.  It is darling Hillary that needs to answer how on her watch Russian was given control of 20%of the uranium production in the United States. If your interested look up the creation of "Uranium One" As the Russians gained control of Uranium One  money was given to the Clinton Foundation totaling over 2 million dollars.  At the same time Slick Willie the former president was given  half a million for a speech in Moscow.  He may be entertaining but what could he possibly say worth all that money.   Considering all that there are still those who  look the other way and consider her presidential material. 

I am obsessed with the news and will continue to be so until the election.  I will vote wearing Trump Red so that I can be identified as a supporter.  We need change we don't need another term of Obama. Our country is at stake. Our debt is staggering, our healthcare is in jeopardy, crime is escalating, our borders are a sieve.   I am willing to give the businessman a chance after all 8 years ago the country gave the biggest job in the land to Obama and he had no experience.. and how has that worked out for us.

PS: catty sexist comment ahead.... someone needs to fire her dresser or get her one which ever pertains.  Maybe her vision like her hearing is selective because she looks like hell in those ridiculous pant suits

Monday, March 7, 2016

Blessings and Poop

Oh Lord this had not been a pleasant spring thus far.   My mother-in-law died and was buried on February 1.  She had been hospitalized for nearly a month and was suffering horribly for  a time.  Stan drove down to St. Petersburg just days before she died and I am so grateful that he had that time with her.  Becky, the kids, and I left that Saturday to drive and I woke up with an abscessed tooth.  I got my medication took it like a good girl and when I got back went to see my dentist....who referred me to a dental surgeon because of an impacted wisdom tooth.  I never had those little pesky things removed and they  lay dormant all these years just lurking under my gums.  It helped that the oral surgeon looked like Dennis Quaid.  I still was scared spit less. It took nearly two hours to complete the surgery and involved removing a small part of my jaw. I apparently sang and hummed "the sun will come out tomorrow" from Annie the entire time except when I launched into "when your a jet your a jet all the way....  lalalala from West Side Story. They thought it was hysterical.   Post op orders were soft and liquids for the next month.   My Boss had the right idea when he said it sounded like vodka and ice cream time! I started private Pilates class with Fiona to increase my core strength and to help my posture and also for weeks I had just not felt good.  Not bad just low energy, lack of motivation, and kind of an "eh" attitude.  I worked my 6 day stretch and then watched the twins for Becky.  We made big plans with Joshua's two babies and Becky's three for a weekend and had lovely things for everyone to do.  I got nauseated on that Monday and went to work on Tuesday and left after 30 minutes to go back home.  I had generalized abdominal pain and felt a good fart would relieve all symptoms.  I ended up back at my hospital that afternoon when the pain localized to my lower right side.  I cannot say enough about the staff at St Martin Hospital.  I know that I am part of the family but I have watched them give the care to others that they gave me.  I was coddled and pampered and cared for from the moment I walked in from the ER staff to lab and xray.  I had an appendicitis and needed to be transferred.    That night at LGMC South I had emergency surgery and it was discovered that my appendix had ruptured.  I thought I was tough.  I breezed thru a bilateral mastectomy in 2003  but this had knocked my socks off.  The surgeon told me that I was a little older this time around... duh.  The worst thing is the crying.  I cannot stop the tears and do not know why.  I do remember coming to in recovery hoping that my mom was there.  I fully woke up and that lingering thought made me cry.  Becky spent the first night with me and I was dreaming about my mom.  I awoke with the thought " I am there, in her hands" as I looked at the sleeping form of my precious daughter  and I realized what an awesome gift that I had been given.  Pooping becomes the obsession.  If you don't poop you cannot leave.  If you take pain medication you  don't poop.  I quit my last narcotic on Thursday and Friday morning requested a gram of Tylenol and 600mgs of Motrin every eight hours.  I also told them to get me a ducolax pill.  I gained my release Saturday after I could prove that I could eat and poo.  The only lingering problem I have is this incessant crying.  A car commercial just set me off.   I am walking almost upright and decided that my focus now need to be my many many blessings and not these medical problems that should have occurred in my 20s. 
I am BLESSED to be alive and to be able to see the humor in this whole mess including the crying.  I am blessed that I work for St. Martin and that the entire staff is like family.  I am blessed that I have 5 dogs that are not house broken yet(do not ask me to explain why that is a blessing).  I am blessed that I have not used my e-cig for a week.  I am blessed that I have little pain that is controlled by non narcotics.  I am blessed that I have a husband who is caring for me and waiting on me hand and foot.  I am blessed that I have a daughter that has the DNA of my mom and that she is so loving and caring.  I am blessed that my son is rediscovering himself and making a place in paradise. I am blessed that I CAN cry,  I am blessed that I have a strong connection to many people and they came out in messages and calls of support.  I can only hope that in their time of need that I can be such a blessing.  I am blessed that I am a believer and that prayer is just not a word for me but an actual activity.   And last but not least I am so very glad that I can poop... it opens all kinds of doors