Life According to Mrs. H

Here's what's new...

2011-09-07T05:54:00.000-07:00

Life for the Hendricksons is changing. September 18 will be an exciting day. Clayton will follow his Lord in baptism,and Owen will be dedicated, an outward picture of his parents' commitment to have him grow in God's teachings. My oldest grandson Angel has also given his heart and soul to Jesus. Seeing a grandchild being born again is even more exciting than seeing my own beautiful baby girls for the first time.

After getting some unexpected news at my last doctor's appointment, I have determined that I need to begin an additional blog. Tentatively it will be entitled "You have a voice; Use it!" I have begun writing, but it is still a work in progress. More updates later.

My how they've grown!

2011-08-06T14:09:00.000-07:00

When my "girls" were toddlers, I remember a poster or plaque that said something like cobwebs can wait til tomorrow; babies aren't babies very long. The older I get, the even more precious are my grandchildren. The five grandsons are growing much too fast.

Owen at three months

Johnny and Angel in Colorado

Four cousins
Clayton. Angle, Drew, Johnny

Three brothers
Clayton, Owen, and Drew

What great excuses for not dusting those silly cobwebs! What a waste of precious time . . .

Love,
Gran

Owen - 1 week

2011-05-19T04:40:00.001-07:00

Owen is already one week old. I have only seen pictures, but I have been told that he is sleeping well, eating well, and is a champ at all the other things newborns do. My younger daughter and her family are going to see him soon. We get to keep the grand-dog while they travel. I miss being able to see the Dallas "kids", but I get my gran "fix" with Angel and Johnny. I don't know what I would do if I couldn't see them regularly. Johnny is "graduating" tonight. I plan to get pictures to document this milestone.

Owen

2011-05-08T15:52:00.001-07:00

New babies are a miracle. Being a mother of two girls made it necessary to be taught how to interact with boys. I have five grandsons now. Owen Thomas was born May 7, 2011. His big brothers have been waiting patiently. My family grew to five grandsons with the addition of not only Owen but also Angel and Johnny in November 2010. All five are very different but also share similar characteristics. Angel is blessed with gigantic dimples and a tender heart. Clayton is always thinking; he comes up with the most amazing stories. Johnny is a creative amazing little guy. You have to work hard to stay up with him. Drew is another tender hearted one. He is such a snuggler. Owen will be his own person. I can’t wait to see what is in store for us all from these five very active boys.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!

2011-03-12T08:29:00.000-08:00

Tomorrow is my oldest Dallas grandson's 6th birthday. It seems like yesterday that he was born. Clayton has grown up so quickly.

He is so funny and smart. Of course, I'm not biased. He loves science. For Christmas he wanted a microscope - a real one. He asked his mom recently for a sewing needle so he could prink his finger, make it bleed, make a slide, and look at his blood under the microscope. What five year old would even think of that? I'm sure he keeps Mom and Dad hopping. I just hope and pray his teachers keep him involved at school; he could be a real problem if he is not occupied. His new brother is going to be named Owen. His younger brother is Drew, so Clayton decided he wanted to be called Reid, his middle name, because all the other brothers have names with four letters! Happy sixth birthday, Clayton.

Gift of Being a Grandmother

2011-02-26T02:54:00.000-08:00

Being a grandmother is really grand. I birthed two girls; they are as different as can be. Rebecca is creative; she paint and draws. She was an art major then a social work major. After graduation she got a masters in Social Work. Sarah is analytical. Her major as an undergrad was Chemistry. She graduated from Nursing School. She became a ICU pediatric nurse BC (Before Children).
My two girly girls are mommas of very active males. Sarah has a two year old, a five almost six year old, and son due in May. Rebecca is the mom of a seven year old and five year old. All four boys are joys who keep all of us hopping.

There is never a dull moment. The stories those boys tell are only surpassed by their long eye lashes, their amazing smiles, and their drop dead handsome good looks.
The following hilarious parody could easily be the creation of any of them.

"A child was asked to write a book report on the entire Bible.

The Children's Bible in a Nutshell

In the beginning, which occurred near the start, there was nothing but God, darkness, and some gas. The Bible says, 'The Lord thy God is one, but I think He must be a lot older than that.

Anyway, God said, 'Give me a light!'and someone did.

Then God made the world.

He split the Adam and made Eve. Adam and Eve were naked, but they weren't embarrassed because mirrors hadn't been invented yet.

Adam and Eve disobeyed God by eating one bad apple, so they were driven from the Garden of Eden.....Not sure what they were driven in though, because they didn't have cars.

Adam and Eve had a son, Cain, who hated his brother as long as he was Abel.

Pretty soon all of the early people died off, except for Methuselah, who lived to be like a million or something.

One of the next important people was Noah, who was a good guy, but one of his kids was kind of a Ham. Noah built a large boat and put his family and some animals on it. He asked some other people to join him, but they said they would have to take a rain check.

After Noah came Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob. Jacob was more famous than his brother, Esau, because Esau sold Jacob his birthmark in exchange for some pot roast. Jacob had a son named Joseph who wore a really loud sports coat.

Another important Bible guy is Moses, whose real name was Charlton Heston. Moses led the Israel Lights out of Egypt and away from the evil Pharaoh after God sent ten plagues on Pharaoh's people. These plagues included frogs, mice, lice, bowels, and no cable.

God fed the Israel Lights every day with manicotti. Then he gave them His Top Ten Commandments. These include: don't lie, cheat, smoke, dance, or covet your neighbor's stuff.

Oh, yeah, I just thought of one more: Humor thy father and thy mother..

Bible guy to use spies. Joshua fought the battle of Geritol and the
fence fell over on the town

After Joshua came David. He got to be king by killing a giant with a slingshot.. He had a son named Solomon who had about 300 wives and 300 porcupines. My teacher says he was wise, but that doesn't sound very wise to me..

After Solomon there were a bunch of major league prophets. One of these was Jonah, who was swallowed by a big whale and then barfed up on the shore.

There were also some minor league prophets, but I guess we don't have to worry about them.

After the Old Testament came the New Testament. Jesus is the star of The New. He was born in Bethlehem in a barn. (I wish I had been born in a barn too, because my mom is always saying to me, 'Close the door! Were you born in a barn?' It would be nice to say, 'As a matter of fact, I was.')

During His life, Jesus had many arguments with sinners like the Pharisees and the Democrats.

Jesus also had twelve opossums.

The worst one was Judas Asparagus. Judas was so evil that they named a terrible vegetable after him.

Jesus was a great man. He healed many leopards and even preached to some Germans on the Mount.

But the Democrats and Republicans put Jesus on trial before Pontius the Pilot. Pilot didn't stick up for Jesus. He just washed his hands instead ..
Anyways, Jesus died for our sins, then came back to life again. He went up to Heaven but will be back at the end of the Aluminum. His return is foretold in the book of Revolution.."

Yes. It surely is great to be a grandmother.

Brothers!

2011-01-28T23:18:00.000-08:00

Brothers are sometimes difficult, sometimes frustrating, but always loved. I was blessed with two girls. Little did I know - or for that matter my two princesses know - that God would add to their families male offspring. Would my two girls be able to survive rowdy, active, loud boys?

But who could ever be upset with such gifts?

What angels they are, but you are wise not to ignore that impish sparkle in their eyes. Holidays are so much fun with those guys. Whether it is Thanksgiving,

Christmas

or "just because" those little gentlemen love, love being together.

2011 was the beginning of such a special introduction of my newest grandsons. Angel and Johnny legally became a part of our crazy adventure.

They have always been a "heart part", but now their adoption is final. I pray they know in their head and their heart that they were chosen to join us. We could have opened our hearts to many other little boys, but no other brothers could ever fit so perfectly as Angel and Johnny.

It is so fitting that Clayton and Drew are pictured on a motorcycle.

Both grandsons are daredevils. Evil Knievel would be proud of these two. Both have no fear- especially Drew. Finding him on a ATV

or a skateboard

or a trampoline is no unusual activity.

One can never quite read Drew's mind. Even the simplest activities can put a smile on his face.

Clayton is a real science guy. Microscopes, circuit sets, growing crystals, and a real telescope were some of his most loved Christmas gifts.

But he is still his dad's clone. The love for NASCAR racing must be part of his genetic makeup.

May 2011 will bring an addition to these brothers. Boy #3 will arrive to two other excited siblings. Maybe there is a sports team in the making.

All my grandsons were introduced to God and His love by godly parents. I pray that they will always listen to our Father.

Something to think about...

2011-01-13T05:39:00.000-08:00

Often God speaks through people when they are unaware of the need. A new but special friend sent me the followwing video. She had no earthly idea of my need to hear and watch this. I pray it touches you as it did me.

http://www.openmyeyeslord.net/theseasonsoflife.htm

Happy 2011

2011-01-05T03:10:00.000-08:00

2011 started out filled with activity. Sarah, Wade and their crew came December 31; their days at Christmas are filled with in-law fun for both daughters. I get to see Rebecca, Jeff and their boys often, but my Dallas boys are so far away. It is a holiday when I see all four. They were so excited about their haul of gifts. Clayton is a true scientist; he got an official microscope, circuit board experiment that he saw at the Children’s Museum, and his telescope – a real one that he had been eager to get. After hours of research, Papa D searched and searched for the perfect one.

Clayton has found the solar system most intriguing. He and Drew even requested a planet theme for their shared bedroom after boy #3 arrives in May. Drew got so many new toys that will keep him busy. He really squealed in delight when he saw his “jump-it-lene” that he got from Gran and Papa D. He really enjoyed every moment he was awake. I even wonder if he jumped in his sleep.

Becca and Jeff gave Clayton a magical jar that counted money as the coins were put in the jar. He couldn't wait to fill it up! Papa D gave him the task of picking up pecans for a dollar per pound. He was eager to fill up that jar.

Angel seems to love to explore, so he was given a metal detector and walkie-talkies. I hope he will enjoy searching for treasures when he goes to the park, the beach or anywhere else. Johnny is an artist; he enjoys painting and anything creative, so he got an easel, magnetic letters, and legos. Each boy left happy. All four were ecstatic about the headlights they found in their stockings. These were Papa D's idea.

Gran and Papa D gave each other a LED LCD HDTV (Papa D’s factual description). He and Wade even connected it to my laptop. It is a treat to do my computer work in bed and to actually be able to see what I am doing. I plan to blog more often. I pray we all are not so caught up in gifts that we forget the reason for the season. He Is the best gift of all.

My sweet sister Ann and her sister-in-law Harriet came to visit me during the holiday. Thank you, Harriet, for making it possible for two sisters to really enjoy Christmas. It is always wonderful to see Ann. She is so far away. We are
sisters in more ways than just biologically. I also got to talk to both of my brothers who are birthday boys in January. Ann’s birthday is also in January on the 8th – just like Elvis. My mother’s birthday is December 31st. I always assumed that I was adopted because my birthday is in October! My rationale was not very rational.

Happy New Year to all of us. Let us all enjoy health, contentment and prosperity – not in just a monetary way . Family and friends are much more valuable than money.

Blessed

2010-11-11T03:03:00.000-08:00

Next week our family grows. My younger daughter and her husband are adopting two precious boys that they have fostered for over a year. A & J have been in the foster system for many years. They have been shuffled from family to family. Thankfully, these two brothers have not been separated. A is sweet spirited, caring, and helpful. J is creative, quick witted, and eager to please. Both have dancing eyes and “melt your heart” dimples. Life has not been easy for these two. My daughter and her husband have had adoption on their hearts for several years. My daughter has been a Masters level social worker for years. She has worked with children who have lost a family member in death, the Houston Katrina population, and the foster family situation. Her tender and loving spirit has been a two edged sword. She can detach herself professionally – to a point. She also is a loving, compassionate, godly mom. She feels blessed to have these two rascals in her life. The challenges are easily outweighed by the love she feels for these two young men. I say “men” because even though the brothers are young, they have been forced to grow up prematurely and basically on their own. At times, they have had to create their own solutions to grown up problems. They are blessed to have a professional who can help them become loved, cared for and one who is knowledgeable and eager to intervene for them. My daughter has had the experience in her under graduate work in college of being a child advocate. Lifting up damaged lives is her passion. My precious grandsons make me smile and fill my heart with the special love of a grandmother. I am so blessed to have four little guys love and protect me. I love these two grandsons the same as my two (soon to be three) Dallas grandchildren. I am happy to be in the lives of all five. My heart is continuing to know true unconditional love.

Skype to the rescue

2010-09-21T07:46:00.000-07:00

I guess you can teach an old dog new tricks. Hubby went to Norway about his project. Europe as a whole is not very wheelchair accessible. Staying home is a good reminder that I can take can of myself. I dealt with a pool motor needing to be replaced; my van's battery had to be jumped; wind damage on the roof. A good friend, Reggie, rescued me on the van. Home owner's insurance paid for the motor (Thank you First American!). House insurance will put on a new roof. Naturally, all these fiascoes happened while my hubby is in Norway. It was comforting to know I could reassure him that I took care of all these problems by talking to him.

Calls to Norway are out of question because of cost. Our older daughter taught us about Skype. It is amazing. I can talk and see JD with Skype. He can use Skype when he needs input about his project. He can even discuss a problem with his draftsman. Oh the wonders of living in the age of computers.

Even better, I have been able to talk to my Dallas grandchildren. Skyping is another communication "fix" for anyone - but especially for someone who needs help with being able to connect with loved ones.

Grandparent's Day 2010

2010-09-11T03:58:00.000-07:00

I have never been able to celebrate Grandparent's Day until this year; my Dallas grandsons are too far away. But 2010 is different. Having two grandsons close made it possible to be with one of them - A - at his elementary school for celebration of being a grandparent. It was so wonderful to see his eyes light up when he saw we were there to eat lunch with him. He was so excited. It was so difficult to tell him that he had to stay with his teacher instead of staying with us once he realized we were there. I know it wasn't just the Sonic lunch we brought him that made him so happy!

We met his teacher, Mrs. E. She is so warm; she genuinely cares that we were there. A's school is very proactive about safety. We had to present picture ID, have a name tag made with our picture, and turn the tag in to the office when we left. The school is huge; grandparents were everywhere. The entire signing in process was very organized; we were registered very quickly. What a wonderful day!

A at Grandparent's Day.

*Soon I will be able to show the face of our grandson. Adoption will be finalized soon.

New Day

2010-08-08T08:55:00.000-07:00

When one refuses to accept change, life ceases to be an enjoyable adventure. When I was forced into retirement, I was sad, defeated, and angry. I refused to believe that getting away from the stress of my profession would extend my quality of life. Now I am enjoying my grandsons and my family. I still wake up on my "school clock"; 4:30 AM is a habit hard to break. Not grading essays hours on end is a chore of teaching high school English that I do not miss. I do miss the students that I have had the privilege to watch grow from wide eyed juniors into self assured young adults. I smile when I hear of their accomplishments, marriages, and children. I keep up with most on Facebook. Yes, FB is a current social network for an "old biddy like me."

Selfishly I have enjoyed seeing my family grow. My older daughter Sarah is the mother of two incredible sons. Her husband Wade is a wonderful hands on dad.

My younger daughter married her perfect partner Jeff.

She and Jeff have become foster parents to two amazing boys. A & J came into all of lives almost a year ago. They are a big part of our family. They quickly were vital in our family's "heart". Jeff and Rebecca are their mom and dad; A & J are their sons. Soon the legal system will catch up with what is already a reality with the adoption of these two little guys.

Life is good - especially if we "Let go and Let God."

June 25, 2010

2010-06-25T12:36:00.000-07:00

Today is full of confusion. I am from Louisiana; I remember the bayous, water creatures, Cajuns, crayfish boils and more. I will always remember fishing with my grandfather from a john-boat in a Louisiana bayou. The moss dripping down from the cypress trees was amazing- even the water moccasins were beautiful. I know in my heart that Louisiana will not recover in my lifetime. I pray the Gulf Coast will not experience the fury a hurricane. A way of life seems to be destroyed by the love of money.

But today also made me smile. I tutored a young lady today on her summer reading. It was fun to see her feel more comfortable with a challenging reading. Asking her probing questions gave me "my fix" of teaching. I told my student's mom I was being selfish tutoring her daughter. I had the best of both world's; I got to see a student gain self confidence without having to grade papers. It is much more rewarding to see the glimmer in a student's eyes.

Life According to Mrs. H

2010-06-14T08:19:00.000-07:00

Life is always interesting. My life centers on our grandsons - Clayton, Drew, A & J. A & J cannot have their picture on my blog until they are formally adopted. All four boys are a joy - each in their own way. Clayton is a "hoot"; you never know what that boy will say next. Sarah's blog www.carpenterscorner.blogspot.com chronicles some of his antics. He will be in kindergarten next year; I hope they are ready for him! Drew is a jewel of a one+ year old. He is a gentle, loving, active boy. Since we had two girls, a boy growing up is a sight to see. Drew learns so quickly the ways to keep mom on her toes. His amazing smile tells you to watch what he will do next.

A & J joined our family nine months ago. A will be in first grade next year. He is a real lady's man. No matter where he goes, he leaves broken hearts. McDonalds, school, and sports events are his favorite haunts to catch the eyes of the girls. He loves all the places Rebecca and Jeff take him. Sometimes he is a challenge, but all of the time he is joy. J is a typical little brother. He knows what buttons to push. His angelic smile and twinkling eyes make me joyful that he is our grandson. He will be in pre-k next year. Oh to be a fly on the wall...

Life is such a blessing when grandsons are a part of our lives. Each daily adventure with these four could be the focus of a best selling book.

#39

2010-05-14T04:09:00.000-07:00

Happy Anniversary, D We continue to grow and change. Thank you for who you are - now and even all the 39 years before May 15, 1971.

Joys of being a Grandparent

2010-04-16T08:28:00.001-07:00

" In youth we learn; in age we understand."

Happy Mother's Day - especially to our two amazing daughters. I thought being a mom was the best, but being a grandmother is even better. Seeing my daughters becoming such sensitive, insightful, and loving moms is such a blessing. Watching them both with their boys reminds me that Jer. 29:11 is a promise that I will cling to each day. This weekend all for boys filled our house with swimming, bar-b-que, laughter, activity, and yes even a little sibling horse play and arguing, I got to sent quality time with each boy but especially with my youngest grandson. It warmed my heart to hear him say "ov yu" and give me kisses only an 18 month old can. Thank you daughters, son-in-laws, and grandsons for visiting.

Drew and t-ball action.

Sarah and her boys

A & J visit the horses

Wade and his boys love to ride bikes

A & J walking across a bridge - maybe to join a loving family

Toothless A

"Truth, which is important to a scholar, has got to be concrete. And there is nothing more concrete than dealing with babies, burps and bottles, frogs and mud."

March Birthdays

2010-02-28T19:56:00.000-08:00

March is the birthdays of three of my favorite men: Clayton ("Batman"), Jeff, and JD.

Happy Birthday, Guys.

The return of Mrs. H

2009-12-15T12:33:00.000-08:00

I realize that I have not blogged lately. There is several good reasons. After working in the oil industry 35 years, Mr. H found himself on an unplanned sabbatical. The economical downturn seemed to be no respecter of experience and loyalty; those with more gray hair and years appear to be first to go. Seven and a half months is a long “vacation”. He was faithful to know that God would not leave us unemployed for long; this was a time for revitalizing our relationship, marriage, and friendship. The last two years have been difficult, but the morning has come. Mr. H says “They meant it for evil, but God means it for good”. I not only have my husband back, but I also rediscovered my best friend.

Another reason was the arrival of two new grandsons. Our younger daughter is a social worker. She observed the foster care system first hand. Her heart ached for each child. She and her new husband of three years were led to explore the option of being foster parents. The process is long and involved as it should be; after all, these children must be treated like the gifts they are. They completed the process and are now fostering with the option to adopt two very special little guys. A and J are a handful but a blessed handful. We are enjoying being real grandparents to them. It is so exciting to be able to see them daily and to babysit when needed. Papa He, as J calls Mr. H, loves to be able to shower them with love – and discipline. We were on duty last night; they will jump through hoops for Papa He. I must admit that I still miss our Dallas grandsons so much. I have to work on not being jealous that we cannot see these two rascals more often. Our daughter is so faithful to regularly update her blog with pictures, videos, and a description of their antics. Even this is no substitute for being there.

Now that I have explained my absence from the blogospere, I reflect on the real reason for Christmas. The truth is “He is the reason for the season”. Merry blessed Christmast to all of my family, friends, and ex-students.

Nanny Man and Super C

2009-10-14T07:54:00.000-07:00

Once upon a time there was a guardian of supers, and the guardian of supers was so amazing. Their names were Super Miss Leah and Super Mister Todd. When my mom fell down the stairs, they came to our house. And Super Mister Todd took her (mom) to the hospital.

Nanny Man is so thankful for Super Miss Leah and Super Mister Todd. He realized that it is now necessary for him – Super Nanny - to train new super heroes, He must become a Jedi Warrior Trainer in the tradition of Obi-Wan-Kanobe. Nanny Man looked for a true leader of this group of Super Heroes. Eureka.. He automatically thought of Super C. Super C is a real super star of Super Heroes. He appears to Nanny Man dressed in his orange outfit with a white star on his chest, a red cape with an orange C on back completes the amazing picture of a true hero. His outfit is complete with black gloves and black shoes. His posse is composed of Daring Drew, Joyful J, and Amazing A. Nanny Man is eager to help Super C train his gang of new recruits.

Super C's first task is to rescue a birthday party in America. Super C becomes the real hero in the Birthday Adventure. The party had so many fast moving children that they began to look like ants at a picnic. Each child jumped and jumped in the Bounce House that was the entertainment for the party. It was hard for each child to be safe as they jumped. In fact, there were several close calls as they jumped. The Gang of Four helped rescue a three year old who was jumping in the Bounce House. The young blond haired girl was cornered by all the other children; she found herself in the back of the crowded Bounce House. Her eyes were full of tears; she was so afraid. The Gang flew into action. Daring Drew was the first to reach the hysterical girl. Joyful J and Amazing A were not far behind. The rescue only took our heroes minutes but it seemed like days to the girl. She was so grateful to the Gang.

Super C was so proud of his new recruits that he considered them his closest friends. In fact Amazing A became known as “Cuz”. The party continued with the eating of the birthday treats. The hot dogs were delicious. So was the treat called Cracker Jacks. The main attraction of the feast was a brightly colored birthday cake. The cake was vanilla with butter cream icing. The cake seemed to be covered with purple, orange, and blue balloons. There seemed to be millions of flaming candles on the cake. All of a sudden Joyful J noticed that the burning candles were getting out of control. He knew that the Gang must come to the rescue! The cake became a ball of fire. Super C jumped into action. He needed help, but someone needed to be the leader. The fire was extinguished very quickly. The Gang came to the rescue again and saved the party. The mother Miss Becca was so thankful Super C, Daring Drew, Joyful J, and Amazing A (known as Cuz) where at the party and came to her aid.

Super C is also proud of his gang. He smiled and congratulated each brave guy. It was time to continue their training. What is to be their next challenge?

Nanny Man to the Rescue

2009-08-30T11:09:00.000-07:00

Once upon a time a guardian of supers was fighting together from a dangerous enemy. And there was a new hero in town. His name was Nanny Man. And Nanny Man was so super that he rescued his mom from falling down the stairs.

The secret door under the stairs is really an advanced refrigeration mechanism. Nanny Man was able to fill it with necessary items to help in any rescue. He rummaged through the contents. Eureka! There is what he needed. He got her an ice pack. Then he was the guardian of supers, and he opened the door for more help.

His other friend was Batman. Batman is officially from Gotham City. Then he was a buddy of Nanny Man. Nanny Man is so relieved that his mom, he, and his brother got help from his mom's friends who rushed over to help. He realized that his job was not finished. Because he did such a great job in the rescue of his mom, he was given a most important job. He was now the guardian of supers. His other friend was Batman.They were off to complete his mission.

Nanny Man is so exhausted from the busy day that he decided to rest his eyes just for a minute. He went to sleep instead. During this nap, he was contacted through a dream by his mentor affectionately known simply as Obi by his trainees. Obi had another rescue for Nanny Man and Batman. Obi told of a land far, far away called China. An evil emperor had captured Spiderman, Captain America, and Hulk. Rescuing them was a dangerous task, but it had to be done. Nanny Man woke up from his dream with new energy and determination to not run from this new challenge.

Traveling to China was a new adventure. He and Batman could hardly believe some of the unique sights visible even for the space traveler.

Nanny is intrigued by the sights of China. He sees dangers ahead in the rescue. There are many strange creatures in this far away land.

Communication in this strange place is only by video conferencing. New heroes that are already in China must join the rescuers.

This new superhero is named Daddy Man.

The heroes must fight the evil emperor. What was strange is that the evil one resembles a child.

An elaborate rescue by becoming invisible is necessary. The battle is long and dangerous. The battle is fought in strange and difficult terrain. But Nanny Man's army of rescuers cannot be defeated.

Nanny and the army of the heroes must rescue the superheros so that mankind can be saved. The emperor and his army cannot see what is attacking them. The amazing army of new rescuers from a galaxy far, far away fought with highly advanced light sabers and other weapons that proved to be indefensible. They are able to rescue all of the supers - Spiderman, Captain America, and Hulk. Nanny Man to the rescue again.

*This story is co-authored by Clayton.

Luke Meets Nanny Man

2009-08-07T09:23:00.000-07:00

Luke found himself desiring a new adventure and maybe meeting a new friend. He had so many friends, but Luke never turned down an adventure that would introduce him to new friends. Luke always wanted to explore new places. Going further out in space than he had been before required a larger, primitive technological rocket. Luke remembered hearing ancient stories of something called a space shuttle. Maybe he could go back to the cave where he found the comics and find the plans and bill of materials to build his own shuttle.

Luke was able to re-locate the cave. He climbed deeper and deeper into the underground of this mysterious cave. Suddenly, he discovered an old laboratory. There were stacks of ancient lab experiments and reports. Brushing the cobwebs aside, Luke poured over these papers. There in the corner of the lab was an old machine. Luke was amazed when he realized that he had discovered one of what scientist then called a computer. This was before the creation of the teleprompter of this age. A computer was so archaic. Maybe Luke could use this to solve the mystery of the building of his own space shuttle. Excitedly, he was able to pull up old drawings of a shuttle from the hard drive of the computer. Now he must acquire the materials to build this ancient space traveler. Through the help of Obi, Yoda, Hans, and his robot sidekicks, Luke was finally able to construct his own shuttle. He found a museum of space travel and was able to get some rocket fuel. He had heard stories of a superhero named Nanny Man and his companion Brownie. This was to be his new friend.

Nanny Man was relatively young but was very creative. He rescued a mom that fell down a staircase, fed the screaming, hungry toddler, and was the doorman for others that were needed to supply more help. Nanny Man was wise beyond his age. Luke was anxious to meet this superhero. It was finally time to begin his journey. Luke climbed in the shuttle, secured the harness, and checked all the gauges prior to lift off. 10-9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2-1 Lift off.

Nanny Man's home plant was beautiful even from way up in space. It was amazingly colorful. Luke had never seen such vibrant colors. The planet was named Ynnan World, a perfect planet for a superhero. Luke set the shuttle down like an expert on planet floor. Now Luke must search for Nanny Man. Luke carefully descended the stairs. He could not believe it. At the foot of the stairs was a welcoming party consisting of Nanny Man and some planet dignitaries. Luke was known and admired throughout the universe. Luke could not wait to begin an adventure with Nanny Man.

Clayton and the Magic Mirror

2009-07-31T07:59:00.000-07:00

Clayton is a four year old boy with a vivid imagination. He has a little brother that looks up to him. Drew wants to be just like him. Nobody can make Drew giggle like Clayton can. Every morning the awesome sunrise introduces a new day with promise.

Clayton can not wait to see what adventure this new day will hold. Will they be as much fun as those he dreams about every night.

Last night he remembers dreaming about pretending to be Luke Skywalker. Was Luke his alter ego?

A smile came over Clayton's face as he remembered his adventure with Superman.

Superman gives him a knowing glance and encourages Luke to fiddle with the dials. One dial is labeled Gotham City 1949. Luke pushes the dial. Weird sights and sounds happen. Luke quickly realizes that they have wandered into a time capsule. They are hurdling toward the past. Luke is curious. He notices Superman has a smile on his face. He seems eager to begin the adventure. Clark (aka Superman) jumps into the Sky to fly toward Gotham City pledging to save Gotham City from the villains. Who is that woman standing in their path? She is the female villain, Daisy Bella.

Or was his favorite adventure the one with Woody and Buzz Lightyear.

Once upon a time, Buzz Lightyear was having trouble with Zurg from the planet Mars. On Mars, he was destroying all of the pieces of aliens on F-E-Y. Zurg's ultimate goal is to not only destroy Mars but to also annihilate life on Earth by blowing up the Moon that lights the planet Earth.

Clayton not only imagined adventures, he also had the costumes to match each of his magical imaginative dreams. The biggest delima was what adventure would he have today?

As he wakes up this summer morning, he vaguely remembers that he had a truly amazing dream. As he rubs his sleepy eyes, he notices something new in his room. It is an elaborate mirror. He had never noticed it before. Was it here yesterday? Maybe he was still asleep, and this is only a dream.Clayton stares into the mirror. It can't be a dream because Clayton recognized the reflection. He was seeing himself as one of characters in his dream.

Every time he looked in the mirror he was a different characters from his amazing, realistic dreams. Was he going to be Superman and rescue Jimmy and Lois?

Maybe Captain America needs to be the hero.

Was he to be Buzz today and save Mars and the Earth with his buddy Woody?

Maybe he is going to be the doctor that saves a new born baby? Or maybe he will be able to provide the skills that will cure a man who has been unconscious for a long time.

He looks again in the mirror to see himself as a race car driver. Maybe Clayton is going to win the Daytona 500 in Florida. Is he another Dale Ernhart? His dad will be ecstatic.

All of a sudden, Clayton heard a fire alarm at his neighbor's house. He knew what his adventure would be today. He looked in the mirror. A real fireman was staring back at him!

He yelled for his neighbors to be calm. Fireman Clayton is on his way!

Drew calling out Clayton's name brings him back to the real world. This really will be a day filled with fun and adventure with his little brother.

Luke Goes to Mars

2009-07-23T09:14:00.000-07:00

Luke could not begin to forget his adventure at Gotham City and Bella. He felt such a rush of excitement joining forces with Superman in the rescue of Jimmy and Lois Lane. What other villains, times and places could he be teleported to in the new found time capsule? There is only one way to find out; he must re-enter the time machine and dial in a new nemises, time and place.

Luke entered the machine and dialed in Zurg (a villain), Mars, and the Old West. Who would led him through this dismal, forgotten time and place? Using the dial for Mars confirmed scientific thought that Mars had existed for centuries.

Pictures of Old West heroes could be seen on the time capsule dial. Luke had heard of a duo of heroes named Woody and Buzz Lightyear. Luke punched the START button and waited anxiously. The time machine began to shake violently. Luke held on for dear life. Luke enjoyed being a time traveler; it was exciting to begin a new adventure.

He arrived at his destination. He recognized Woody from an old movie poster. There was also on the Toy Story poster was a strange looking character in an astronaut's suit. Luke was able to recognize that this character was Woody's sidekick Buzz Lightyear. Both Woody and Buzz were visibly excited and amazed when they saw Luke. Buzz seemed to be the most pleased that Luke was there and seemed eager to begin an adventure. It even appears that Buzz was the most anxious to begin to come to the aid of the citizens of F-E-Y.

What was happening? Why was Buzz so determined to complete his adventure? What was the history behind the action on Mars? Woody was the only one who could answer Luke's questions. Woody remembered hearing this epic story from a wise sage named Clayton. Here is the story Woody began to tell Luke:

Once upon a time, Buzz Lightyear was having trouble with Zurg from the planet Mars. On Mars, he was destroying all of the pieces of aliens on F-E-Y. Zurg's ultimate goal is to not only destroy Mars but to also annihilate life on Earth by blowing up the Moon that lights the planet Earth.

What a diabolical plan! Woody and Luke must came to Buzz's aid. No one person – even Buzz – can single handed stop this evil plot. They must brain storm a logical solution. Zurg must be convinced that Mars can not meet the same fate as F-E-Y. The trio of heroes decide to encourage the remaining living citizens of F-E-Y to join the army that is defending Mars from Zurg. The three decide to put Zurg into a deep sleep and cause him to temporarily cease his destruction of Mars. His destruction of the civilization on Mars must be stopped. The citizens of F-E-Y can become allies of Luke, Woody, and Buzz.

Just like the method used on Bella to cause her to be subconsciously used to assist Superman in the rescue of his friends, a cover of undetectable gas filled the surroundings of Zurg. The creature fell into a deep sleep. His thoughts can now be controlled. Through mind control, Zurg is now becoming the salvation of Mars not the destroyer. He will be reformed and become one of the “good guys” not an evil foe. In the deep sleep of Zurg, his mind was taken over by good not evil. When he woke up, Zurg freed the F-E-Y's, reestablished the civilization on Mars, and ceased to plan the destruction of the Earth's Moon. Woody and Buzz realize that the outcome would be much different without the unbelievable mental capabilities of the famed Luke Skywalker.

Luke was thankful to be helpful, but now he must return to the time capsule and be teleported back to his home. How sad to leave his new found friends. But a new adventure is on the horizon for Luke.

Luke Joins Forces with Superman

2009-07-21T09:06:00.000-07:00

Luke begins to read the new found strange comic books. Luke reads about unique science experiments.

Suddenly, he sees a funny box. Is it Clark Kent's phone booth? It looks so different from Clark's phone booth. Suddenly Clark Kent jumps out of the pages and leads Luke to the mysterious box. His curiosity gets the best of him, and Luke boldly enters this box. Luke glares at the side of the machine. He realizes that one side of it is covered in dials and levers. What is this?

Superman gives him a knowing glance and encourages Luke to fiddle with the dials. One dial is labeled Gotham City 1949. Luke pushes the dial. Weird sights and sounds happen. Luke quickly realizes that they have wandered into a time capsule. They are hurdling toward the past. Luke is curious. He notices Superman has a smile on his face. He seems eager to begin the adventure. Clark (aka Superman) jumps into the Sky to fly toward Gotham City pledging to save Gotham City from the villains. Who is that woman standing in their path? She is the female villain, Daisy Bella.

She has captured Jimmy and holding him hostage Jimmy's face is darkened by fear. Has she captured anyone else? Bella has Jimmy locked in a well fortified cage. Yikes! She also has locked inside this different cage Lois Lane. What diabolical plan does she have on her mind? She knows these two friends will get Superman's attention. Bella believes that she will be able to lure Superman into her snare using his two best friends as bait. Little does she know that good will triumph over her evil desire to defeat Superman.

Superman stares at the situation. Luke ponders how he can help Superman free his friends. Luke remembers being able to use his powers of ESP to be able to even manipulate the thoughts of another person. He decides to attempt the feat with Bella. It will be necessary to make her completely under his control; she must be unconscious in order to be under his power. Luke shares his plan with Superman; they realize that this is their only option. It must work. Bella is distracted by a sudden strange storm that seems to be about to attack them. Luke must spring into action. Superman sprays the area with a compound to put everyone to sleep. He is able to isolate the spray only on Bella leaving both Jimmy and Lois safe. Bella quickly falls asleep allowing Luke to enter her thoughts and convince her to believe that she must release Jimmy and Lois. Bella is awakening. This must work! Without any reason, Bella opens the cages. Jimmy and Lois are swooped up by Superman, and they all escape.

Superman is indebted to Luke for freeing his friends with his quick thinking. They all are off to a new adventure.

Happy Anniversary

2009-06-24T05:47:00.000-07:00

Any anniversaries are times of reflection. Wedding anniversaries are special.

I still vividly remember our wedding May 15, 1971. I made my dress while in college. My sewing studio was a married friend's apartment. My veil was borrowed from my supervising teacher. My dad had recently died, so my very amazing grandfather was to give me away. He grew my favorite flowers - daisies - for our wedding. He grew every one of the ones used to decorate my wedding. He even had a beautiful canopy built for us to repeat our vows under just because I wanted it. He had always spoiled me rotten so nothing was too good for his Punkin'. It was months later that I was told that PaPa had a high fever as a result of pneumonia on my wedding day. Nothing was going to stop him from walking me down the aisle.

May 19, 2007 is the day Jeff and Rebecca married. This was such a special day. Everything was perfect. Rebecca was of course beautiful. The church was European looking; the music was inspiring; the minister was like an old friend. Clayton was the ring bearer - quite a job for a two year old. Instead of rings on his pillow he carried a action figure of Shrek. The reception was unique with an amazing ice sculpture.

June 24, 2000 is Wade and Sarah's anniversary. Their special day was packed with memories. A friend had kept her dress at her house. Sarah and I went to retrieve it. Little did we know that my friend's husband set the burglar alarm. As we unlocked the door and entered, the most horrendous wailing filled our ears. I was told the code but could not remember it. We were running late, so I grabbed the dress and raced to the church. My friend told me later that the police informed her the alarm had been tripped. Sarah and Wade had known each other since they were in the fifth grade so it was no surprise that they married. A video of their journey filled with a collection of individual photos played before the service. It was a beautiful celebration.
Happy Anniversary to all.

Drew's Dedication

2009-06-24T05:21:00.001-07:00

Drew's dedication was awe inspiring. Our trip was long but oh so joyful. Wade had reserved us a perfect room - close to every place we needed to be, very comfortable, and LARGE. We were able to get to see Clayton "graduate" from his swimming class. He will be the next Michael Phelps.

We ate dinner at our old favorite north Dallas haunt - Joe's Pizza and Pasta. Memories of our girls growing up flooded over me. Sarah and Wade treated us to the private tour of their beautiful home afterwards. The next morning was exciting. Thanks to JD's expert maneuvering and the GPS we arrived for Drew's dedication at the church early. What a heart felt service. Both of the boys were perfect. The whole family group felt such pride. Sarah and Wade are amazing parents.

We all went back to their house for a home cooked "Paula Dean" southern feast. Sarah has become a expert chef! The next morning after a visit from Clayton and Sarah we left on our journey south to Houston - tired but oh so filled with love and inspiration.

Superman Meets Star Wars

2009-06-13T09:01:00.000-07:00

Luke spots a strange cave. Can he hide from Darth Vader in this mysterious place? He decides to explore his options. Is there a demonic creature inside? Could this be his worse nightmare? Being the brave and curious young man that Luke is, he is intrigued by the possibilities.

The dark eerie cave is covered with spider webs. Yuck! He decides to use his light saber to guide him. That saber can multi-task. After he stumbles inside, he sees writing on the wall and old relics scattered around. All of a sudden, Luke discovers a stack of books hidden in a deepest, dark corner of the cave. What kind of books are these? He had never seen such brightly colored even though faded.

On the covers, there are strange creatures. Are they what Obi told Luke about in his tales of the past? Could these what Obi called Super Heroes: Spiderman, Hulk, Flash Gordon, Batman?

There seemed to be the largest number of cover with the face of a guy. Who is this guy? The man is strong with dark wavy hair. He has on a cape..or does he have on a business suit?

He is going into a box in a suit and comes out in a blue outfit with a red cape. How weird. What is this box anyway? It has a funny thing on a string hanging on the inside of the strange box.

What is under this blue suit? Is it what Obi called a letter?

How strange to actually write a letter to communicate. Didn't this culture just use mind transmission? The pictures are funny and seem to tell a adventure story. Luke could not believe the strange antics of Superman.

Apparently, Superman stories were the favorite and most cherished. How did this hero even get to this place? Luke remembers how Obi had taught him to read these strange letters. He began to read the story of who the books called Superman. The coming of Superman from a planet and given to an Earthling family seemed so strange.

This boy grew up with some unusual powers. He could see through rocks. His only nemesis seemed to be a compound called krypton. Luke could hardly keep from reading about Superman's adventures. He really is a hero. Superman seemed to rescue everyone even all of his backward world called Gotham City.

Luke could not wait to ask Obi if he knew the continuation of these ancient stories. Luke wanted to find out if Superman has a job. Who is this guy Clark Kent?

Baby Dedication

2009-05-31T14:19:00.000-07:00

My youngest grandson will be dedicated in a few weeks. His parents invited us to share in this special day with them. They are amazing parents who know and fulfill their desire to instruct both of their sons in God's plan for their lives. We are excited to get to go. He is going to be eight months old soon after his dedication. I am sure it will be a memorable service.

Memorial Day 2009

2009-05-25T15:29:00.000-07:00

Our soldiers often are treated with disrespect. I remembering hearing stories of brave men coming home from Vietnam. My older brother returned home a changed man. "The War" was not even talked about by most. Most veterans, I am sure, felt betrayed. I even feel at a loss when trying to rationalize how our brave men and women were greeted. I knew friends that were either afraid of going or feared actually being there. If the battles were not enough, Agent Orange or the mere jungle itself had to be contended with for the soldiers. As a high school student, I vividly remember dating a young man who was about to go to this war. The night before he left was a scary time for him. He talked about coming home in a body bag. He did.

I pray that no one else will be treated the way that many of our vets were and even unfortunately still are when they return home. Thank you for all those that serve; you have paid the price in order to give us freedom.

Star Wars - part 3

2009-05-24T14:26:00.000-07:00

Star Wars Revisited

Luke and his band of friends were revived and refreshed after their vacation in Yensid. Now it was time to continue their epic journey to free the world of terror and chaos. The only long lasting freedom will be achieved when the world is free from the such leaders as Darth Vader. Luke feels that he has known this nemesis for what seems like all his life. He could remember being told of the horrors of Darth even when he was a child. Darth seemed to be the center of all his nightmares. He has become Luke's symbol of pure evil.

Luke travels to Darth's last known location in order to trace the final destination of Darth so that Luke can destroy him. Darth proclaims his desire to rid the world of truth and light. Luke and his buddies must be defeated. After a very long and difficult battle, Luke is victorious. Luke is able to capture Darth. But Darth has another trick in his evil plan. Darth tricks Luke in releasing him by saying he was sick and going to die. Luke is so angry at his foolishness. How could he be so humane.

After Luke has to listen to his gleeful evil laugh,Darth chains Luke to the wall. Darth knows that he has won! Luke uses mental telepathy to tell Leia of his situation. Through Leia, Hans, Leia, Chewy, and robots learn of his delima. How can these brave friends save Luke. Luke's rescue is tricky. The battle is dangerous. But Truth will preserver. Darth and the Storm Troopers attack and try to stop the defeat of Darth. But the weary band of friends will not give up. After a scary, exhausting war, the friends rescue Luke with the assistance of the Jedi warriors, Hans, Chewy, and Leia. Darth begs for his life after the final fight.

Luke is confused. What should he do with Darth? Does he decide to imprison Darth in the dungeon? Darth has a dark and mensing look on his face. He is willing to do anything to continue to spread his evil ways. Darth decides the only way to defeat Luke's view of life is to share his deep secret. He is really Luke's long forgotten father. Luke assumed his father died after trying to protect his family and destroying the evil in the world. Little did Luke know that his own father is the source of evil. How can Luke be like Darth and destroy the Evil in the world? How can he do this to his own father? Is any dungeon able to keep Darth from inflicting more destruction? Luke must decide whether to free his father or save the world as he knows it from being under the power of sure destruction from a person who is only seeking his own agenda – the spread of evil. Little does Luke know that Darth is sure that he can manipulate Luke's tender heart. Darth is sure that his plan will work.

Luke frees Darth. His friends try to convince Luke that Darth is only using the new found knowledge that Darth is his father to trick him. What is Darth really up to? What is his plan?

Six months???

2009-05-12T08:20:00.001-07:00

Isn't he the happiest six month old ever?! I can hardly believe my youngest grandson is growing up so fast. This photograph was taken by a very talent young lady named Sheri. Her business is in central Texas. View her web site at www.naglephotography.com

I pray that all of you moms had an amazing mother's Day.

Star Wars - Part 2

2009-05-02T08:16:00.000-07:00

This is the first time Obi-Wan Kenobi was teaching Luke to be a jedi so he would be good. Then Darth Vader came out of the glass door. Then Luke and Obi-Wan were fighting him.

Luke continued to fight Darth Vader. Luke was victorious; Darth was soundly defeated by the younger and stronger Jedi. Luke was actually sad to see such a worthy opponent go down in defeat. Darth stumbled down a creepy black hole. Luke wondered if he would ever see Darth again. Maybe some other day....

Luke decided to go on vacation in order to lift his spirits. Hans, Leia, Chewy, and his faithful robots would go with him. The choices of where to go are numerous – and confusing. A group decision was finally made. We decided to go to the Magic Land of Yensid. Luke is so excited; going to Yesid with his closest friends is awesome. These guys are like his family. Vacationing in Yensid is what he always dreamed about. They are so excited. It was so hard to climb into their snuggly space cabbels to sleep.

It seems like Luke never went to sleep, but the horizon finally brightened. Luke and his band of friends gathered all their necessities. Luke made sure he put in his trusty light saber. Off they flew to Yensid. It seemed to take forever, but they finally arrived.

They flew through strange and scary places. They even flew through some caves. The very first realization that they had arrived was seeing the amazing castle. Could it be the same castle that had the glass door? Luke and his friends could hardly wait to get to the grounds for their fun filled adventure. As soon as they got inside the gatessey, each friend magically became a character. Luke became the prince and Leia became Cinderella. Hans was so jealous. One of the robots even became Alice while the other was the Mad Hatter.

What a wonderful day! The friends rode the swirling tea cups, the flying ewokes, and a scary missile ride. But their favorite was It's a Small Galaxy. It was amazing to see all the galactic creatures. How could anything be as much fun. But off the crew went to the next.....

Clayton's sleepy eyes finally pried open. He was landing at DFW. Drew was still asleep. Mommy was eager to get home and start washing clothes. Clayton looked over to say something to Dad. Then he remember that he had to stay in California. Clayton was sad, but he knew Daddy would be home soon. Clayton could hardly wait to get to preschool and share his dream. But was this really a dream??!!

Family Jewels

2009-02-06T04:36:00.000-08:00

Clayton's response to my first story is precious.

This is the first time Obi-Wan Kenobi was teaching Luke to be a jedi so he would be good. Then Darth Vader came out of the glass door. Then Luke and Obi-Wan were fighting him.

I plan to continue this epic.

Wade's birthday was great according to all accounts. Rebecca was there and totally enjoyed the rad celebration. Check out Sarah's blog: www.carpenterscorner.blogspot.com

Valentine's day was memorable. We visited with Rebecca; she and JD did a Sam's date to get food to prepare for her friend Jenny's baby shower. We got precious pictures and a card from Clayton and Drew. JD surprised me with a Charlie Brown card, flowers, and my favorite chocolate covered strawberries. What a treat!

Happy Valentine's Day to all of you.

The Glass Door

2009-01-31T10:19:00.000-08:00

This is my first story for Clayton:

In a land far, far away many years ago, Luke decided to embark on a journey to say thank you to Obi-Wan Kenobi for teaching him to be a Jedi Knight. The lessons were invaluable; Luke could never have reached his goal without these many secrets told to him by such a good friend and mentor. How could Luke ever be able to truly thank His Master?

The answer finally popped in his head. Luke would complete a mission Obi-Wan Kenobi could only dream about. Obi could no longer travel like he once was able to do. He was getting too old and feeble. It was too difficult to fly his space craft to the planet with the glass door. Luke knew that dreaming of the secrets behind the door was not good enough; he must open the door, walk through it, and find the treasures. Luke packed his gear: his protective suit, his light saber, his professional digital camera and a unmanned instant video camera. His video camera was a recent invention by Luke. It would send instant projections to Obi of the complete interior of the room behind the glass door.

Luke, Leia, Hans, and Chewy loaded Luke's necessary cargo and tools. All of the travelers zoomed off to a destination that would put a smile on Obi-Wan Kenobi's troubled face. He had given up on the ability to ever reach his goal of the secrets behind the glass door.

After many light years, the friends reached the destination. Luke could hardly contain his eagerness to grant his Master's wish. After landing on the planet, the journey to the Glass Door was perilous. There were fiery furnaces to go through, giants to fight, armies to defeat, and struggles with the unknown. Luke and his band of friends were finally able to see the Glass Door. It was enticing; what a mysterious sight. Luke knocked on the door trying to gain entrance. No one responded to his knock. Tentatively, Luke pulled on the handle. It opened. There was an unique, decorated truck just inside the door. The room surrounding them was amazing. The crew had never seen such a place. The walls, floor, and ceiling were adorned with gold, silver, and every precious jewel known to man.

They all were in awe. Luke approached the trunk. What could possibly be contained within? Could the contents put a smile on Obi's face, a spring in his step. but mostly joy in his heart? He had been so unselfish to give unconditional (agape) love to Luke. Very carefully Luke opened the truck. He was dumbfounded at the contents. Obi-Wan Kenobi had telatransported himself to the trunk. With tears in his eyes and a smile Luke had never seen, Obi began to speak. "Luke my son, you have proven to me that all I tried to teach you was to no avail. You are the man I knew you could be. You embarked on this difficult and unknown journey to discover what would truly make me happy. I love you Luke."

The journey returning to Obi was much faster and less frightening. Luke was most anxious to thank Obi-Wan Kenobi for his journey to manhood.

The End.

PS
Gran loves my boys!

Stories from Gran

2008-12-31T15:19:00.000-08:00

Our grandson is enthralled with Star Wars which is interesting because I have been a fan since 1979. I conned my husband into taking his very pregnant wife to see the first Star Wars movie.

At Christmas time, Clayton "covinced" me to tell him creative original stories based on Star Wars. (Is conning hereditary?) Even though the characters have been updated somewhat, I was able to come up with acceptable stories. It was as much fun for me as it was for Clayton. This story telling adventure all started with his Dad speaking over the baby monior in a most accurate Darth Vader voice "Luke, I am your father". Now it is obvious where Clayton gets his love for the whole Star Wars obsession. Both he and Clayton got light sabers for Christmas.

Clayton made me promise to come up with new stories for the next time he came to see us. You might see some of them here on the blog. Below is a picture of our 3+ year old storm trooper.

Merry Christmas!

2008-12-25T09:32:00.000-08:00

Christmas at our house was wonderful. Rebecca and Jeff came over. Our grandsons, Sarah, Wade, and Sydney came to visit. Each day was an uplifting experience.

Clayton sat in my magic bed listing to Star Wars stories and talking about anything that his wonderful mind could think of for hours.

Drew is now 2 months old. He is so gentle and precious. I think of the carol "Away in the Manger" when I look at him. I am in awe.

It was so much fun. Each person made our Christmas special. Thank you Family for making our Christmas perfect.

Drew update

2008-11-02T13:31:00.000-08:00

Drew is one week and 3 days old. He already seems to be growing up - way too fast for grandparents. Our daughter keeps her blog current which helps, but we still miss seeing them day to day. I miss them.

Halloween is not one of my favorite holidays, but I enjoy seeing "my boys" enjoying it. Clayton was Captain America; Drew was a dinosaur. Clayton and his dad carved an amazing pumkin. Truly amazing work, Wade.

Andrew Michael

2008-10-26T09:36:00.001-07:00

We just returned from seeing, holding, kissing Grandson #2. I did not think any baby could compare to #1. I was right. #1 is no longer a baby; he is a fabulous grown-up big brother.

#1 dressed in full scrubs for the birth. He was "treated" like a real doctor by the nurses and even other new fathers. One father even asked him the directions to the nurses. Without any hesitation, #1 said "Go down this way and turn to the left." When the father returned to say that he did not find the nurses, he was told "You went the wrong way!" When Drew came to the room before he had to go to the NICU because of a minor problem, all Clayton could do was tell his mom and his brother "I love you."

Clayton wore his Big Brother shirt and Drew wore his Little Brother shirt when Drew was able to room in with mom.

I am not the least a proud grandmother. I am truly blessed.

OK, Sarah...

2008-10-03T13:56:00.000-07:00

I just finished my training to be an SAT reader, so now I can fill my afternoon with this tag. My life is pretty normal, but here goes:

1. When my dad came home from World War II, he and my mom moved into a Jim Walter home that my Papa gave them. My older brother and sister did not live close to my grandparents when they were growing up, so Papa bribed my parents into having another baby by promising them a new car. I am the car!

2. I was a spoiled, rotten brat, so anything I wanted Papa would see that I got it. He built a stye (a set of steps over the fence between his house and ours). I could get to his house without having to walk by a highway. I would visit them daily. He would feed me like a baby bird home grown green beans. My MoMo would bake blackberry cobbler and old fashioned tea cakes.

3. Papa and I would go fishing in a john boat weekly. I was so excited when he taught me how to run the motor. When I was about thirteen, the "bubbas" on the bayou started noticing me. The day they started whistling I remember Papa saying something like "Well, there goes my fishing buddy". I continued to fish with him, though, even when JD and I were dating. We would always cook a feast on the bank which included our catch that day. I remember always bringing bacon to cook just in case we didn't catch any fish.

4. I went to a tiny rural high school in a quaint Louisiana town. There were only thirteen in my entire class until my school was consolidated. Then we has sixy-three seniors. We had a movie theater, one grocery store, one gas station, an antique shop, and a DAIRY QUEEN. We had to find strange ways to occupy our time. One way was for all of my friends to stand on the plate that triggered the stop light to change. At night, we would wait for a eighteen wheeler to come barreling through town, then we would all jump on the plate. It was fun to watch the poor driver slam on his breaks. My little town had no real way of funding the necessities of the running of the town except traffic tickets. We had just purchased a new police car, so Bubba (his real name and our only policeman) loved our antics because he could double the city's treasury.

5. When JD and I were dating(I met him while he was "going steady" with my cousin - but that's another story), we didn't have much money to spend on a date so we had to be creative. One night was particularly eventful. We were in a parking lot after we had gone to a movie. All of a sudden JD spotted a grocery cart. Before I knew it, I was sitting in the cart being madly wheeled around the parking lot. JD and I still laugh about that night.

6. When I was student teaching, I taught an advanced Senior English class. I was not much older than my students. One young man came up to me wanting advice. I had no idea what the problem was. He shared that he was going into the Marines but wanted to marry his girlfriend before he left. He was so insistent because she was pregnant. I was not sure how to counsel him, so I asked my supervisor from the college what to do. He was visibly shaken. After stammering around, he admitted that he didn't have a clue. His biggest worry when he was in the classroom was stopping a student from throwing paper around the room!

Now, Sarah, I've fulfilled my duty. However, I don't know any bloggers that I can tag...

1. Post the rules on your blog
2. Write 6 random things about yourself
3. Tag 6 people
4. Please pass it on for fun...

Drew is almost here!

2008-09-29T03:54:00.000-07:00

I am going to be a grandmother again on October 23. Yesterday my daughter and Drew were blessed with a family shower. My younger daughter and her husband represented Gran and Papa D. My daughter's blog helped me visualize the grand occasion.

Drew's birth brings back special memories. I was obsessed over older daughter feeling left out when younger daughter was born - a feeling not unique in my situation. I enjoyed reading books to my older daughter daily; this special time brought me joy. How could I continue this traditional story time when I was away from her? I decided to audio tape my reading those stories to her. The page turner was a simple bell being rung. Even if this did not help her, it did convince me that I would not be missed as much.

My older daughter allowed me to give Clayton a big brother shirt to assure him that he was not to left out.

I am so blessed with amazing daughters, son-in laws, and the first two of I hope many grandchildren.

Galveston Pre-Ike

2008-09-18T05:48:00.000-07:00

My grandson visited the beach in Galveston when he was younger. The water is often less than pristine, but he does not seem to care. This picture at sunset was an amazing reminder to me of God's amazing power. I choose to remember Galveston through the eyes of a child, not post Ike.

After Ike

2008-09-17T13:29:00.000-07:00

Ike has left his mark on south Texas. He was only a Cat 2, but his destruction was more like cat 4 or 5. Ike was huge. I can still hear the crashing and moaning of our trees and house. The eye was eerily silent. Then he rived his motor again. Thankfully, our fence and broken limbs were the only destructive remnants of Ike at our house. We had to do without electricity for five long days. The first two were typical Houston - hot and humid. The last three were unseasonably cool. Open widows at night provided welcomed relief. All of Houston was not so blessed. The unruly lines for ice, water, and gas were everywhere. Tempers had a short fuse. Fist fights and even gun shots were not unusual.

My younger daughter and her husband offered us refuge when their electricity came on in Day 2. Their house is a fairly newly constructed home. My wheelchair made it difficult to maneuver around in their home. A hospital bed is a necessity for me; therefore, returning to our hot house was the only option. Medical emergency power need must be register for with our electricity provider, paperwork filled out by me and my doctor, documents returned, and then and only then will the request be even considered. I was quite perplexed. I had registered my need for assistance with the city and county. I did receive phone calls of concern by both.

Galveston felt the most destruction. Only 60% evacuated. The other 40 stayed on the island. Galveston had weathered worse they thought. The evacuation was reminiscent of Rita.

Ike struck with a vengeance. The west end was destroyed. People clung to rooftops and each other as the surge engulfed the usual hussel and bussel of the gulf shores. Visions of Katrina slapped us all in the face. Will this serene cost line ever return?

Ike

2008-09-12T14:07:00.000-07:00

This is a picture of Ike from space. His size and wrath are scary yet amazing. The storm surge will be the worst. Only 40% of the occupants of Galveston evacuated. Even as far away as we are from landfall, I am uneasy. We evacuated for Rita, and it was chaos. Please pray for all of us in the path of Ike.

God Of This City

2008-09-08T06:24:00.000-07:00

An ex-student had this music video on his Facebook page. Thank you, Jonathan, for sharing. A city can represent our world as we know it. There are more things that we can and must accomplish.

Plagiarism?

2008-08-29T05:48:00.000-07:00

I'm normally am not political, but when Joe Bidden was nominated as Vice President, I remembered using him to teach parody, satire and plagiarism. Read the following and draw your own conclusion:

"Plagiarism can have catastrophic consequences for one's career as a student and even later on in life—and the higher one's ambition takes one, the higher the stakes. In 1987, for instance, Senator Joe Biden, who was seeking the Democratic presidential nomination, was accused of plagiarizing passages in speeches and interviews from the oratory of a British politician, Neil Kinnock. Here are some of the passages in question:

Kinnock (original)
Why am I the first Kinnock in a thousand generations to be able to get to university? Why is Glenys the first woman in her family in a thousand generations to be able to get to university?
Was it because our predecessors were thick? Does anybody really think that they didn't get what we had because they didn't have the talent or the strength or the endurance or the commitment? Of course not. It was because there was no platform upon which they could stand.
Biden
I started thinking as I was coming over here, why is it that Joe Biden is the first in his family ever to go to a university? Why is it that my wife who is sitting out there in the audience is the first in her family to ever go to college?
Is it because our fathers and mothers were not bright? . . . No, it's not because they weren't as smart. It's not because they didn't work as hard. It's because they didn't have a platform upon which to stand . . .

It turned out Biden had also borrowed passages from old campaign speeches by Robert Kennedy and had inflated his academic record. But oratory has a long tradition of borrowing and even "heavy lifting," as speechwriters call it, so Biden stayed alive in the presidential race. The last straw, however, came when it turned out that twenty years earlier Biden had received a failing grade in a law school course for plagiarizing a legal article (he'd given a single footnote while lifting five full pages from the article). Biden said he'd been unaware of the appropriate standards for legal briefs, but the public was unimpressed. His campaign collapsed and he withdrew from the race. "

College Nuts and Bolts
http://nutsandbolts.washcoll.edu/plagiarism.html

I thought Harvey was unique...

2008-08-27T14:32:00.000-07:00

I thought Harvey was the only Lab that hated water. A friend sent me this video from The Animal Planet. Here's proof that Harvey is not unusual. (Click the forward arrow to see the video.)

Grandchildren are a gift

2008-08-21T02:44:00.000-07:00

This is a 4D sonogram of my second grandson. How can anyone look at this angel and not believe that God creates miracles? This precious child is - and has been since conception - a gift. Just looking at his smile is confirmation of that truth. I cannot wait to meet you, Drew. You are blessed to be born into a family of amazing, loving, godly parents and an equally unbelievably incredible big brother. Even though your big brother is only 3 1/2, he will be your protector, your teacher, your best friend.

I am in awe.

Truly Amazed

2008-08-16T10:49:00.000-07:00

The starting of school always brought a mixture of excitement, apprehension, and unfortunately dread. Can I share life lessons? Can I modify my goals to the unique makeup of my students? Will I continue to look at each moment "outside the box", not relying on standard educational techniques? I was - and still am - determined to continue to grow as a teacher, mentor, and friend. With retirement, does that end?

I hope not. I have people in my life that I see physically, people that I share my perspectives in an online group of which I am a part, people that I have taught, people that I love. Life has many twists and turns. May we all be like my precious grandson and be truly in awe of even the simplest parts of life.

Through the eyes of a child...

2008-08-04T06:09:00.000-07:00

When our younger daughter married a little over 14 months ago, our then two year old grandson was the ring barer. The wedding coordinator expressed serious doubts about the wisdom of this choice. But my daughter assured her that he was mature enough to handle the responsibility. The Perfect Child did an incredible job - even if he was bribed into practicing his duties by carrying a Shrek action figure on the ring pillow down the aisle. As the happy couple left to begin their married life, my daughter chose to have bubbles blown instead of the traditional rice or roses thrown at the conclusion of the gorgeous celebration. The picture above is my grandson's glee as the bubbles rained down on him.

As I reflect on the wedding, I realize his innocent perspective is what I should remember when I evaluate life's joys and disappointments. Life journeys are to be a learning experience; we are to use even the most disheartening to make us grow. Wisdom seems to come as a result of discouragement. I often am a slow learner. I need to be pounded on the head before I "get it". I am learning to be focused on the end of the journey, not on the many road blocks I may encounter.

Oh, to be a child again...

Mean it when you say Thank You

2008-07-31T08:18:00.001-07:00

This is the t-shirt my younger daughter and her husband wore when they were helping with a children's ministry in inner city Houston this summer. It was hot, hard work, but the rewards will be so amazing. Their time with lower economic children should remind all of us how blessed we are. I am blessed in so many ways: a husband who loves me and is an incredibly hard worker even when times are challenging, two daughters that make me so proud, their husbands who are such supportive help mates, two amazing grandsons (one who is three and one who will be born in October), blessed sister and two brothers who know what "family" really means, supportive true friends (especially Cecelia), and finally ex-students who have become incredible adults. I am so truly thankful that God saw my needs and gave me so many blessings. It is easy to be needy and say "poor me". A pity party has many eager guests. But to be thankful in all things is sometimes overlooked. I am truly thankful - even for "bad" things. "Bad" only makes me more thankful for the "good". I claim my favorite verse of Jer. 29:11. Thank you my husband, family, and friends (this group of friends include those ex-students who haven't forgotten me). I am blessed.

Can You Do the Happy Dance?!

2008-07-30T14:57:00.000-07:00

My goodness...I did not know how many of my ex-students remembered mean, old, impossible to please Mrs. H. I expected to hear from recent FBBA graduates, but those who have already graduated from college? Yes, I know both of my daughter's many friends know I'm still alive, but graduates from 2000?? It is wonderful to hear how well they are doing. Some have changed their names (to protect the innocent?), so I was confused for a moment. This technology age is amazing. I have Dan the Man to thank for my "incredible" IT skills. I still need to figure out this text thing. I usually only get texts about car warranties or sure fired stocks, so imagine how excited I was to get one from a genuine friend who happens to also be an ex-student. I couldn't figure out how to text, so I just called her on her cell phone. She gave me her number late last year in case I needed something. Thanks to Facebook I can keep up with their latest escapades. Thanks to all of you. You make me happy.

Update

2008-07-27T07:45:00.000-07:00

Facebook continues to be entertaining. I cannot believe the number of people that I know that seem to share my apparent obsession. Chuck, Nick, Emily, Rebecca (my daughter who introduced me to the experience), Katherine, Parker, Kara, Kati, Molly, Mike T., David, Michelle, Ellen, Mike M., and Dan (the Man) have all either written on my Wall or sent messages. Other ex-students and friends have added me to their friend list. It was wonderful to hear how their lives are growing. If you haven't explored this site (http://www.facebook.com/), you may want to do so.

As an old teacher, the beginning of school always brings dread, apprehension, and excitement. For the first time in 30+ years I won't have the experience of a new group of students. I don't know how I am going to handle the emotions. Teaching has always been motivating for me. I have taught in so many schools - public and Christian. I even have had the joy of teaching my own daughters. I can still remember my older daughter's flowing tears when she discovered that I was going to be her Senior English teacher. I always was a demanding teacher but prided myself with being fair. But, my poor daughters experienced my less than understanding side. I could not be accused of showing favoritism, so I was harder on them both. I even gave an English award to a truly outstanding student instead of my daughter who was also deserving. Kati remembers that well.

My three-year old grandson continues to amaze me. He comes up with most insightful, mature views of life. The stories are too cute. His parents are doing an amazing job of allowing him to grow God's way. They temper discipline with mercy. As is easily observed in the picture above, he is an example of perfection - at least as a Grandmother sees it.

Life Is Good

2008-07-25T00:07:00.000-07:00

Facebook is becoming an obsession! I have re-connected with many ex-students. I think I miss the interaction with my kids the most in retirement. I hear from some randomly; their reappearance always makes me happy. Many of them have married, started a career, and had babies. I miss them all.

Another person that makes me smile is my grandson. He is going to be a big brother in October. Wisely, his mom and dad take him to obstetric visits. He loves the sonograms. His latest visit was a real comedy. He was waving at his little brother in the sonogram and become quite distraught because little brother was not waving back. The incredibly observant and sensitive doctor lifted the very sad big brother up to the sonogram and said something like "See. Here are his hands. He's waving back". Even as a doting grandmother, I recognize that my grandson possesses above average intelligence. Those two boys are going to keep my daughter young, happy, and tired!

Exploration

2008-07-20T01:34:00.000-07:00

After my last post, one of my daughters introduced me to Facebook. She explained that it was really just the same as blogging. I guess one has to delve into this cyber-world experience. "Delve" is an exaggeration; I more accurately should describe my rookie attempt as "dangling my toes". Maybe, it is not the dark hole this old lady thinks. I did go to the site and set up a profile. If any "youngsters" are reading this, you would roar at my apprehension. I imagined all the scum out there who would be out there just looking for the "dirt" on a 58 year old retired English teacher with MS. Yes, I know that I live such a provocative, interesting life. My exciting life can be summed up by my love of Sea Turtles. I will journal my replies - if any - to my new friends. See you on the DL. Is that the correct term?! ;-)

Life in the Fast Lane

2008-07-18T18:27:00.000-07:00

I'm glad that I am not a kid in this crazy world. Sure, there are a lot of incredible advantages, but I am not ready for the sophisticated traps that are around every corner. Just when I think I have seen it all, a different monster rears his ugly head. I think of my precious girls - excuse me, women. Just what have they conquered and what is on the horizon for my grandchildren? This is a world that seems to try to trick us into going against the values of our youth. Why is My Space such a big deal? I guess it is no big deal. But, why do we have the enter the "world" vicariously? I can hear the rationalization now. I guess some of us get tempted when we least expect it. God does give strength to conquer it if we just seek that power. The choice to seek is what we all have to make. I covet the prayers of those of you who are warriors. We - young and old alike - face many battles - some we never expect. Why can't we remain like a innocent child? I can only wish ...

Oxford 2008

2008-07-14T12:27:00.001-07:00

Here is a group picture of the 2008 Oxford group. Can you find Cecelia? How about Michelle?

Cecelia

2008-07-13T08:42:00.000-07:00

The character on the left is my very good friend Cecelia. She has been such a friend, confidant, and protector for many years. She always said that I was the brains and she was the brawn (my legs). She was more than the norm; she seemed to know me better than I know myself. She has been my driver, my beautician, my heart, my sounding board, and so much more. God chose to move her to Tyler in 2007. I miss her so much. But, we talk on the phone or via email often. The above is the childlike side of my buddy. She is with a group of students at Oxford; they are taking college classes. I am sure that Cecelia has been a great "tutor" as these students wrote their papers to be the culmination of their Oxford study. She is quite a uplifting spirit. She is very unassuming and not judgemental. Never ask her a question if you really don't want an honest answer. Her stories of Oxford are not only enlightening but also hysterical. Be careful my friend as you return to the USA.

Celebration!

2008-07-07T14:04:00.000-07:00

July 4th is such a fantastic holiday. Our children were all here to help us celebrate. We were all invited to our younger daughter's home to enjoy brisket, corn, and green salad that was brought by my daughter's mother-in-law. Dessert was an awesome chocolate cake - and I am not a chocolate lover. My older daughter and her family joined us for the feast. They were able to spent the rest of the weekend with us. Of course, their family includes our incredible, handsome, intelligent, and perfect grandson. He comes up with the most amazing observations. Watching fireworks has become one of his favorite activities. Fireworks, snakes, alligators, boats, space, trains, reading, and superheroes are just of a few of his passions. Thank you all for making our holiday special.

Laura, Dani, and Amber

2008-06-28T08:14:00.000-07:00

I received three notes from wonderful students of the Class of 2008. I was not able to go to their graduation ceremony. I was "bummed" as they might say. I was excited to get their notes. I have a notebook of the letters that class of graduates sent me when I retired. When I need an encouragement, I re-read their sweet remembrances. I even received a letter from a student that I taught several years ago who was riding in the MS150. He was also going to Alaska on a mission trip. Zac is a junior engineering student at Texas A&M in College Station. Thank you, Zac, for sharing your memories and pictures.

Retired is difficult to get used to, but notes from x-students are gratifying. Thank you Laura, Dani, Amber, and Zac.

Harvey Visits Again

2008-06-27T14:50:00.000-07:00

Harvey came to visit last week. He is 4 years old now and is such a sweet dog. There were times in the past that I doubted ever being able to say that about the Harv! My younger daughter got him at a puppy adoption at Pet Smart while she was in college. The adventures she had with him cannot be believed. She could probably write a book. Harvey has chased cats, had a best friend Brinkley, and even had a dogie birthday party with some other friends. Harvey makes friends with four footed creatures very easily, but he has always been unsure of strangers. Maybe his phobia is because of being in a pound when he was just a puppy. When he came into our lives, he was only as big as his head is now!

Harvey showed how much he had "matured" when he visited this time. The lawn people left the back gate opened. I didn't notice it until I had already let Harvey out. Before now, I would have expected him to scampered out of the gate and into the street. When I noticed the gate being open, I told him to not go out and to come in the house. He looked at the gate, eager to escape. But instead he came back into the house. I was so relieved. The picture above is of Harvey, my daughter, and my son-in-law. Even though it looks like it in the picture, Harvey does not have devil eyes. He has the gentlest big brown eyes.

Happy Anniversary

2008-06-25T15:53:00.000-07:00

Both of our daughters wed fantastic men in the Spring. Our older is in the post about Destin. She and her husband celebrated their eighth anniversary yesterday. Our younger daughter and her husband celebrated number one a few weeks ago. She and her husband are in the picture above.

We are so proud of both of these couples. Happy Anniversary.

"Destin for Greatness"

2008-06-24T09:14:00.000-07:00

This is the title of my daughter's blog on their tip to Destin, Florida. The pictures tell the story so wonderfully.

I just had a long conversation with our grandson. He is growing up so fast. We talked about his 'cation, as he calls it. He was so excited about holding the alligators, holding a starfish, being the captain of a real boat, going to the beach, and going to a dolphin show. Being in Florida will be a fantastic memory for him. He talks just like a grown up. He was excited that he went to his mom's regular obstetric visit and got to hear his little brother's heart beat. We are all - especially our grandson - eager to meet that new addition in October.

Life Goes On

2008-06-18T17:21:00.000-07:00

It has been a few days since I created a post. I have started painting again; I had believed it was impossible to paint with just one working hand. I guess anything is possible if one just tries. Modification is the name of the game. It will take much practice to be happy with what I put on canvas. I have been painting lighthouses and abstracts. I never enjoyed abstracts, but I find so much freedom in them lately. I am slowly learning that just because MS has made my life different, it will not make me just quit trying.

My grandson is with his family in Florida. I miss talking to him. He is an incredible little person. He says the funniest things and seems to have a deeper than normal understanding of his world. Of course, I am not the least bit biased. I made an outing to Target to get him some small presents. I had not been out of the house for several months. Any excursion is a major production. My sweet husband drove me to my destination. Even though it was tiring, it was really uplifting to motor around. I hope to do it more often.

My Journey

2008-06-06T05:13:00.000-07:00

As I read over my posts, I realized that my blog was becoming my sounding board. It was just the wanderings of my self-evaluation. I decided to delete some posts and determined to make this blog just simply an avenue for my writing. I am realizing more and more that I miss teaching my kids. Some days were harder than others, but, at the end of the day, I could remember with a smile the adventures of the day. Maybe I can begin tutoring just a few kids. I can start writing book reviews I guess. We'll see...

Harvey

2008-06-05T07:49:00.000-07:00

Harvey (our grand-dog) is visiting today. He is such a great companion, friend, and protector. When he gets to come visit, I feel such acceptance and love. He does not care that I cannot run and play with him when he goes out in the backyard. He will just sit by me or at the window. He does not expect anything - just to be fed twice a day! He is so human - at least he seems to be.
Thank you for visiting, Harvey.

Rescue 143

2008-06-01T07:23:00.000-07:00

Last night - rather this morning - was surreal. It is so frustrating to not be able to just stand up and move myself to a "normal" position. I got into a precarious situation as I was trying to transfer from the bed. After evaluating my problem, my resident hero again rescued me. Using an old hydraulic hoyer, he was able to maneuver me back to bed. I went from a difficult position of being on my face lying in a doorway to being lifted onto my bed. His engineering skill is used not only in the oil field but also in the moving of a lump of dead weight. I have been in love with my hero since I was sixteen. We would always use the code "143" to mean "I love you." He is here for me, not because it is expected but because he wants to be. What do people do in this situation "normally" with no resident hero?

There is help for the elderly and the disabled if one knows where to look.

1. Adult Protective Services (APS) is a source of help. The state provides relief in the area of individual care and in the area of group care (i.e. nursing home and assisted living). One needs to not expect instant relief; nursing homes know how to cover all the bases and "play the game." After I left the last "rehabilitation" facility, I asked for a copy of my chart. I was charged over $200 dollars for a copy of my chart. I did not recognize the patient described; in fact, one page was on a different patient. I had kept a log of my treatment and none of those events appeared in my chart. Keeping a log is important.

2. Cities and counties provide services in times of distress. I was concerned about evacuation from my town if a hurricane is eminent. I evacuated when Hurricane Rita was baring down on Houston. Travel was such a nightmare that I will not do it again. I will just take my chances. My town has no services for the evacuation of the disabled, but my county does. I did inquire about help with the city of Sugar Land. A most helpful member of the city administration led me to a county service - S.N.A.P. She sent me the link to the county program. I filled out a complete but simple survey of needs. I was assured that a link to S.N.A.P. is on the city of Sugar Land web page (http://www.sugarlandtx.gov).%20help/. If that link is not obvious, the helpful Sugar Land employee shared the following:

The link to register with the Fort Bend County S.N.A.P. program is:http://www.co.fort-bend.tx.us/getsitepage.asp?sitepage=3182Just in case this link does not work their site address is www.co.fort-bend.tx.us and the department you would need is "Health and Human Services".

Help is available for those who need it if the source is known. Surf the Internet. Check with your local, county, and state government. Don't just sit ideally by; be proactive in personal care.

I need a window

2008-05-31T07:23:00.000-07:00

A dear friend who supported me with computer modifications at my last school has read the posted part of my book. He encouraged me to post a second composition of my ramblings. He also encouraged me to try to publish; he even knew how to get it published with help from Amazon. Dan the Man comes through again.

Multiple Sclerosis. These words are a wake up call to me. Growing up in the midst of a DDT infected Louisiana cotton field never caused me concern. Aren't I infallible? I cannot be affected by that poison. Was environment a cause for disease? It's more a result of environment, not genetics.

My sweet sister was diagnosed with MS when she was pregnant with her second child. She was taking a sinful pan of her amazing fudge to a friend. As she navigated down a snowy hill, her vision disappeared. Why did this happen to her? I never dreamed that this could ever be a result of MS. I was sure that she would find out what was the cause and be healed. After all, her husband is a brilliant opthomologist. It was discovered that this blindness was a result of MS. How could a disease like this rear it's evil head in the body of my sister? I never considered the personal possibilities. I should have.

In 1988, I felt the first symptoms of MS. I stumbled and had difficulty with my motor skills. I have never been a person with the grace of a ballerina. Our two amazing daughters did not need a mom who could not be a part of their active normal world. All my research suggested that MS is not a disease of heredity. It can't be. We have two precious and perfect daughters. I cannot be the contributor of any difficulties in their lives. I went to a neurologist who ran the typical tests. I was fitted with what was a reminder of an aviator's helmet. For several minutes - or was it hours - I watched whirling shapes and images. Then I got the "privilege" of being placed in what felt like a toilet paper tube for the first of many MRIs. I didn't fight the MRI too much. After all, I could now prove that really had a brain! The neurologist read all the information gathered from these tests picturing what was wrong. I went to his office to hear his analysis. I do not remember much except his giving me the pamphlet: Living with Multiple Sclerosis. Was that an evil joke? How does one live with MS? I could will this away. Mind over matter was my philosophy of life. I was not given the option of any medications to strengthen my body to fight this enemy. It was medical protocol to not diagnosis MS until the patient has two episodes of classic MS.

Thank goodness neurologists are now proactive.

Writing this part of my journey gives me a sense of freedom. I have been encouraged to grieve over having MS. No one died. But I guess, my life is seriously affected by MS. My life is not over; it is just different from my expectations.

Bitter sweet

2008-05-30T13:10:00.000-07:00

Today is a flooding me with memories - memories of the staff members at my last school. I was invited to a breakfast and celebration at a local restaurant with my friends from my last school. I was greeted warmly by special friends. Matt is a man I consider my adopted son. He is an amazing friend, baseball coach, English teacher, and father. Ryan is his young daughter. She is a blessed little girl. Friends are leaving the school for other opportunities. So many are real spirits of love and caring. They have been there for me, expecting nothing in return. I will be grateful to have been a part of their journey.

After the breakfast, some very dear friends convinced me to go to the annual "Book Signing" for staff that will not return next school year. The school superintendent spends a great deal of time selecting a book for each "retiree" - one that has personal meaning for each. The occasion is one of thanks and goodbyes. I am sorry I cannot add visuals to the description of this tender day. I probably am the only person alive without a digital camera or a camera on my cell phone.

Leaving school should have been more difficult. But, I know there are other paths I need to travel. However, the aspect of the school I will miss the most are the many students that I was able to meet and to see the amazing adults they are becoming. So many come to mind - Sarah, Chad, Laura, Dani, Josh, Amber, Megan, Chuck, Zac, Taylor, and Kyle. Kyle is a young man who made me have a new appreciation of young people.

When Kyle was in my class several years ago, it was apparent to me that this young man was trying to hide his true abilities. His heart is tender; his mind is eager; his physical abilities and work ethic are unmatched. Kyle was the typical teen aged young man. He had many friends. He played football with a vengeance. He drove his parents to distraction at times. But, Kyle above all is my "knight in shining armor". After one of my exacerbations, I had difficulty driving for about a month. This young man told me that he wanted to drive me to and from school. He would come to be my driver to school at about 6:15 AM. He and his dad would load me - no easy task - in my van. Kyle would then drive me to school. After school and football practice, I would be returned home. Kyle wanted his "chore" kept a secret. He is very humble. His kindnesses did not go unnoticed. Whenever I hear others rant and rave about today's teens, I want them to know about my "kids"; they are amazing young adults - not perfect but honest and "real".

It does not make an adult weak to accept help from a young person. Say "Thank you"; this utterance is such simple and yet powerful words.

Disability or Ability

2008-05-29T14:32:00.000-07:00

I was watching Ellen today. The intriguing guest was a twenty year old, Patrick Henry Hughes. He was unable to walk and was blind from birth. Both of these conditions sometimes are seen as disabilities. Patrick noted that he viewed both as abilities. Without them, he stated that he would not be the person he was. Because he was blind literally, he did not have any preconceived picture of a person. Size, race, and ethnicity did not affect his perception of a person. Even though Patrick had no formal musical training and struggled because of the maneuverability of his arms, he played the piano beautifully and sang like an angel. He played completely by just hearing the notes. What an amazing inspiration he was.

Part of my "novel"

2008-05-29T06:15:00.000-07:00

I promised to include in my posts part of my novel. An exerpt follows:

How did I end up here? What am I to learn? My grandfather taught by example: God will never give me more than I can handle without giving me an escape from the problem. I have got to find "the window". It's a weird place. I am at a rehabilitation facility after yet another exacerbation of my MS. I was sent to the hospital initially by a caregiver who evaluated me to have a low blood pressure and a even lower body temperature. The ambulance took me to a local hospital. I am all alone and scared. The blood results showed a multitude of problems: low thyroid, anemia, heart concerns, low B12, low blood sugar. Generally, I was a mess. After stabilizing me, I was transferred to a rehabilitation facility. My first roommate was an older very sweet lady.

My roommate had packed all her belongings and was so excited to go "home". She was waiting for her daughters to take her home. They never came. Why? She was so down, but she went on to bed. During the night, I heard her thrashing around. This was unusual. I called out to her; no answer. She continued to thrash around, so I pushed the call button to have someone check on her. After what seemed like hours, a CNA came in. I was told to not worry; she was just having a bad dream. The unrest continued. I saw her outstretched frail arm through the curtain that divided our room. Suddenly, there was a crash. All of the things on her bedside table hit the floor. I pushed the call button again. Someone finally came into our room after I yelled out for help. Observing all the commotion scared me. No one seemed to know what to do. An RN finally came in. She uttered a string of expletives. Apparently, my roommate was having a seizure. She was immediately given an injection to stop the seizure. It was only after the injection was it determined that she was a diabetic; her blood sugar was dangerously low. An ambulance was summoned. The paramedics came quickly. I still remember the chaos. My roommate was whisked away. The paramedics were snickering. When I asked them to explain the situation, I was told that the anti-seizure injection was the worst thing to do. Her diabetes should have been documented in her chart, and the sugar level should have been checked first. I still remember one paramedic telling me the lack of correct treatment was not unusual; I was told to be assertive about my treatment. This warning was not the last time a medical team member uttered these words. Was this the result of being old?
My first roommate never returned. The lost daughters appeared one day to retrieve my roommate's possessions. They did tell me that she survived, and she was going to a new facility. That same morning, the nurse practitioner came in to evaluate me. He was very caring and professional; I was relieved. He said that not many residents had the potential for leaving this facility. He encouraged me to fight. I soon discovered what he meant.

I became the mouthpiece for those who couldn't or wouldn't intervene in their treatment.

Even though this attempt at a novel will probably never be published; just putting the words on paper is therapeutic.

Can I write a book??

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Since I have time on my hands, I have decided to attempt to fill the hours I had spent grading essays writing a book. Having people view you as "old" is no fun. "Growing old" in this society is the "pits". I have always been a bit outspoken if I felt passionate about something. Being the mouthpiece for those less willing to speak out is a real joy for me.

My book already has a title: If the Door Closes, Look for a Window. The adventures I have experienced could be an Academy Award winning movie. As our girls were growing up, the stories are endless. Slipping and sliding in spilled bacon grease, catching Charlene, and begging to be disciplined after a difficult time at church are only a few. I will try to protect my family by not disclosing too many details.

The experience of surviving the many days spent in rehabilitation over the last ten years after bad episodes of MS must have some valid purpose. It is amazing what one can learn about human nature in a rehabilitation facility. Some experiences were incredible. However, some were helpful in gathering material for my book. I have learned the hard way that acceptance of a bad situation is not forced upon someone. Standing up and not being afraid is a learned skill. Having the spirit of bucking the system is empowering.

Welcome to Mrs. H's attempt to blog

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I have taught many students during my time in the classroom. Each year's students presented new challenges, but they all shared the same desire for acceptance, fairness, compassion, and caring. Even though MS made teaching physically difficult, I always felt - and still do - that I could contribute something to the lives of my "kids". Life is just different in retirement. I may have a body that some days does not work, but I still have much to share. I want to keep in touch with my ex-students, so blogging may give me that ability. I still care.

PS: MS makes my typing full of errors. (That may only be an excuse for my poor spelling. I am sure my first grade teacher would be horrified. Sorry, Mrs. Compton.)