Saturday, June 14, 2008
Life Saving or Hero's They Call Us!
Today was the day I donated 2 units of platelets. From start of paper work to the end of being watched for 15 minutes I was there 3 and a half hours. I also found out you can do three units. They give you a TV and movie of you choice to watch. It made the time go faster. While I was doing the interview part, which is much faster after you have been there a few times, the lady was telling me how much they appreciate hero's like us. I do not feel like no hero, really, just doing something to hopefully help others get better or live a little longer to make beautiful memories with their loved ones. I told her about Breanna, my father, Triniti, my Grandma Wagner, and Cloin. It made her cry, which was not my intent, which I told her so. So told me I should be the one crying. I wanted her to know the joy these people brought to my life. Also my husband had an aortic valve replacement a few years before I met him and he needed platelets during surgery to help him clot. It is like giving back to others who helped in my life. Granted my daughter did not make it but she needed blood and it gave us the time we needed to say our good byes. My father lived a little longer and my grandma was cured. There are others out there with what Triniti had ( Hypoplastic Left heart Syndrome) and will get the surgery in time and will go on to create memories. Colin got to give us so much joy and inspiration while he was sick. He taught us much. What a brave little trooper. We are not all lucky but if taking 4 hours out of my day makes someones brighter or gives them the hope they need than it is my honor to do so. All four people who received Breanna's organs are doing great and are living great lives. I find true joy in that. 4 people just right there and it does not just affect them it affects their family and friends, so to me it more than 4 people.
Thursday, June 12, 2008
Remembering

I sit here today on my day off feeling like a ran a Marathon. So I am going to be lazy for once. In my state of laziness I sit back and remember the past and good times with loved ones and friends. I wish I had a picture to put up here of this, but when ever someone in my family would be sad or upset my sister Chris would always make her money face. Just a few weeks ago when I was feeling down she said to me on the phone "I am making my monkey face". That brought a smile to my face and a chuckle along with it. Anyone who knows my sister Chris knows that she is famous for this. Just now it came to me that one time it made us all laugh in our time of sadness, need, and remembering our precious Colin, she had done it one last time for him.
I remember when I would send my boys to their rooms for being naughty. Every time they would get up there they would have to go to the bathroom. I knew it was just to get out of there. Then one winter day I was pulling into my driveway and noticed this yellow ice down the siding of my house. Oh YES they peed out their windows to show mom. I remember being furious now I laugh about it.
My brother and I, when we were young, would take our parents treats and when they found out we blamed it on our little sister Jess. At the time she was little enough we knew she would not get hit. And she would take them blame. One time she was not so eager to do so. Dad lined us all up on our knees by the sofa and started spanking us with a long piece of kindling. Ted and I stuck to our guns. Dad would walk away every so often and we begged Jess to take the blame and she finally did. Needless to say this did not last much longer. Poor Jess

It is so nice out right now here in this city of heat from hell. The heat really does not hit until late afternoon. Anyway it made me think of my last camping trip with my 4 children. That was two weeks before Bre passes away. It was so much fun. I did however have a little fit myself. I do not remember why I was upset but I am sure one of my boys remembers why. But I sat on the ground like a little kid complaining and pouting. I look over and this is what I see. Who could help but laugh.
I have this one picture stuck in my head from when Sheri was just little. She was oh so cute, still is, and she is surrounded by our grandma's chicken. Her little wheatsie. My grandma was great with writing stories and poems. I think I will do a blog with some of them on there as a tribute to her. I wish I were closer so I could go and visit her. I must get the number for the place she is staying at and now that she is feeling better give her a call. Well I think I will go dig out grandmas stories and poems to go over.
These are just a few of my memories I am having todaybut I could write a book on them.
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
My Birds
Sunday, June 8, 2008
Enjoying The Outdoors
I am getting into photogrphy. We put up a bird feeder on Firday and already are over flowing in there beauty.
This is King our dog looking at me like what are you doing on my love seat. Mom was watching the birds and enjoying her newly planted flowers dah!
Ok Mom if you say so. Can we go for a walk now?
After planting my flowers and walking King and then I desided it was pool time. No one was there but someone had left their trunks behind. Gross!! Probably a rot ass. LOL
This is our front yard, yes all 10 feet of it. This is before flowers.
I took close ups of the plants I put into our little yard.
I sure hope they grow good for me. I added rich soil to our sand yard. It is the dess(art). No art about it just blah.
Another plant. I love the bright color.
This is really more of a light red looks orange in the sun.
A new found friend.
I am camera shy we just met.
Doug loves water fountains. We were just going to do small plants around it but I desided the whole tiny yard needed a make over to look more homey.
So here was my project of the weekend. Oh yes King got his walk to now he is tired. He is deaf and can not hear but I think he is going blind too as we passed four jack rabbits and he did not even notice one. Let me tell ya his sniffer is not going because if we cook any chicken he is right there. He will be naughty and take it out of the garbage to. He is 126 pounds and takes up a whole love seat to himself. He thinks he is a small pony. He is so gental maybe we should get him a harness and treat all the kids to a ride. Love from my home to your.
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