My Dad is 85

Well my dad turned 85 today. He looks good for 85, but as he puts it, he is rotting from the inside out. Last year we took him to Tony Romas for dinner. So this year we asked him where he wanted to go, Longhorn?, oh no he said thats too expensive for everyone (not really or we wouldn't have offered) He said Ponderosa, I said well what about theGolden Coral, thinking thats much better than Ponderosa, and he said "oh no, thats way too much walking, and there are too many choices". So Ponderosa it was. 15 in all including Morgan. So what do you get an 85 year old who is waiting to meet his maker? Pie and money. My kids got him 4 pieces of pie from Baker Square and I gave him money, so did everyone else. Then we went back to his place and hung out for awhile. Happy Birthday Dad.

Oh yeah, I told him my dream. He really laughed. He like the part about a food court. I wonder if the have a Ponderosa!

I FINALLY HAD A DREAM

My mother has come to both of my children in a dream. I know this because of the way the dream happened with Mike. He dreams he is at a family function and she is standing there smiling at him. With Justine, I had been to a psychic (that whole story is another blog) and the psychic said she had only been to visit one person. When I got home Justine told me that she had a dream that my mother came to her and said she loved her and was very proud of her. When these things happen, you know that she came to them, its a knowing, like when you know its the Holy Spirit. She visited my sister, and she could smell her perfume. I love all of this because it really makes me feel like she is still with us. But....I rarely dream anymore, and I was wondering if she would ever show up in one of my dreams. Well could I have one of those dreams..........LOL noooooooo! My dream is this. My mother comes to me and says, "your father died". I said, Mom I'm looking at him and he's fine. My Dad says, oh no I'm dead, I willed it. Ok now in my dream I have this really confused look on my face because I can feel the look on my face(brow furrowed, one eyebrow up....you know the look) and my mother says you have to help me take him with me. So all of a sudden we are in this building walking down a really wide hall, like in a mall, and there are these rooms with hospital beds in them on the left. There are doubles and some singles, some have people in them and some don't. I'm thinking this can't be heaven, or the waiting place until heaven. My dad says "do you think we can get a room together"? I'm thinking...this is not right then I look to my right and its like a food court, and I said to the cashier at one of the places, do you work here? and she said yes there is alot of work to do. I said to my mom, there is a cafeteria here? and she gave me one of her looks when she doesn't particularly like something and said, yeah its not that good. END OF DREAM. I think I got ripped, this was a dream of confusion and weirdness lol, oh wait thats just like my life.

A Day In My Life

My son doesn't want to get up,(to work with his cousin) I have half sewn Meidevil clothes strewn about my house, I'm sleepy and don't feel like going to work. BUT..........I have food in the fridge, I am driving a car that will actually stop when I brake, and my bills are paid on time, with money in the bank. Life is good.

My sister is coming home

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My sister is moving home from Texas, she closed on the sale of her house and got divorced all in one day. She left when I was 13 and she was 24. Over the years we have gotten to know each other, but since my mother is no longer with us it really means alot that she is coming home. I can't explain it, but everytime I think of her coming home I cry. Maybe because I feel so alone sometimes, maybe because I have always wanted her to come home, and maybe because as I get older I just need her. I think its like when my mom was dying and she flew in, when she walked into the room I started crying and she hugged me and said "Its ok I'm here now".
I feel really bad for her daughters, this is hard on them. I saw this coming, but I see things from a different point of view. I wish they could all come too, because we missed out on so much of their lives living so far apart, but I understand they reasoning behind why one cannot leave, and she is right in her decision. One of the others I would like to drag up here kicking and screaming if I must, but purely for selfish reasons, I just want as much family here where I can see them. (and don't tell her but she would love it, I could even teach her to drive in the snow). She could dance kolos with Justine while Greg, Mike, Me, and her mom (and Pete and Nisi and Nathan, and Jake and Nikol, and especially Aunt Mickey) play music. Every Tuesday Mara!!!!!! ooops I said her name. well I don't think she reads this anyway, Justine said she would be glad to share her room with her until she gets on her feet.
Oh my gosh this could be so much fun!!!!!!! but don't tell her I said that!

OH MY JOB

Well, now I know why they kept asking if I was coming back tomorrow. Its busy, and crazy well I really need to work 9 hours a day to get everything done. This is what I am sure of so far. Tuesdays and Thursdays are my least favorite days of the week, I actually hated yesterday and couldn't wait to leave. Wednesdays and Fridays are the best days and my memory is not what it used to be, basically good for sh__! But, everyone is very nice about it. None of the doctors have given me a hard time, and now I've been there long enough that even if they did it wouldn't bother me. I can't imagine working at this pace for the next 10 years. I know some people have time to check their email at work etc. not only are we not allowed to but I wouldn't have a minute to do it. Just to go to lunch we turn the phones over to the answering service, but the patients keep coming. Maybe I am getting experience for something else in my future. I really like the people I work with so that makes it ok, but the minute I sit down when I get home I fall asleep. Lately I have been so busy that I don't even get home until 9 or 9:30. I guess I am still adjusting.