Semi Wordless Wednesday

My dad and my son. 63 years apart. This is what happens when you ask your grandson to wash your car for you, but you’re a control freak so, you gotta go out there and spray the water. Family…ya gotta love’em.

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Monday Madness…Crutches?!

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Yeah, I’m walking around on crutches right now…sigh. This is definitely old people problems because I don’t think I would have had to get crutches if my ligaments were in their younger days.

How’d it happen? Cleaning up.Standing on one leg while on a chair. When I brought the leg down I missed the chair and jarred it on a cement petition. I actually felt the pain shoot up my leg. So now I’m out-of-commission…sorta. I’m supposed to be on bed rest, but there was no way I was missing Wicked on Tour. I managed to hobble around the theatre on one crutch…which I actually prefer. I’m gonna end up with a leg cast fooling around with both crutches. And I’m getting really creating when it comes to hiding the splint. Can’t wait to be off of these things though.

Grandbaby Creole(GBC) …I just blog named her ūüôā decided to show out for her birthday and took her first steps in front of everyone. It was awesome!

My 86-year-old dad was in his glory watching his great-granddaughter walk.

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4 generations strong. Purple Knight,Me,Dad,Yellow Jacket and Grandbaby Creole.

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My dad and his girls.

My kids just about grew up on this blog. Yellow Jacket was 13 when I began blogging and she’ll be 22 next month. I’m still trying to figure out where the time went.

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I guess I’ll have some time to catch up on all of my blogging now…since I’m laid up for a minute. That’s a good thing because I miss blogging. Facebook saps all of the creative energy out of me because it’s so quick. With Facebook,Instagram and Twitter around,blogging has become the dinosaur of social media. I still like it though because it’s my space to get whatever I want to out of my head without having to deal with all of those “judgy-wudgies” on those other sites.

And I miss you guys. I don’t know if I’ll ever stop…I may slow up a bit, but I’m gonna hang around as long as possible. Besides, the grandbaby will give me all sorts of new ¬†stuff to blog about.

So, let’s catch up! I have so much to cover!

 

Lets Catch Up!

I know its been a while,but I haven’t given up blogging just yet. I’m trying this blogging by phone stuff so, bear with me if you see typos.

A lot has been going on.

A few weeks ago,I almost lost my brother. He was on his motorcycle and was hit by a car. The accident left him with a broken femur.

We were all amazed that,that was all he had. He had a few scratches but to say he was thrown about 40 feet and didn’t hit his head,we were grateful that he only had a broken leg.

Until the next day,

when he began to have trouble breathing.

The respiratory failure was the beginning of a series of events that led him to be put on a ventilator,

and having multiple strokes all throughout his brain.

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Between the strokes and anoxia (lack of oxygen)my brother was in a state of semi consciousness. He could hear us and understand us,but he couldn’t move anything below the neck

and he couldn’t open his eyes.

I would visit him 4 times a day. Visiting hours in ICU are only 4 times a day for 30 minutes a visit.

We would let him know that we were there. Often times I’d see a tear in the corner of his eye and wipe it away,

reassuring him that I had him and he would be alright.

Because he wasn’t able to make any decisions,I had to make all decisions about his care. And I had to be real aggressive about it. ¬†Doctors tend to think you’re going to agree with everything they want to do simply because they’re the doctors.

I don’t take my 20 years of nursing lightly.And when someone I love is depending on me to keep him alive,

I’m not going to agree with everything.

Once his brain had time to heal,he came back to us.

He’s now ¬†home and receiving therapy. Prognosis for complete recovery is excellent.

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Since my brother is home and doing so well,I’m able to get into the festive mood that’s in the air.

IT’S CARNIVAL TIME!!!

Last night,I went to the Krewe of Nyx 12th night meeting/party. ¬†It was fabulous! King Cake and drinks flowed,we found out the krewe’s theme, our float number and had a great time reconnecting with fellow sisters.

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I’m on float number 16!

I don’t know what side or position yet but,I’ll post it when I find out.

I’m grinding out purses for the ride, but a few are for friends.

Like this Mardi Gras Indian inspired one.

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I’m also making a few wreaths. ¬†I made this one for myself.

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Who knew I had the creative gene?!

Next month,I’ll post pics of all the purses I’ve decorated.

Since this is carnival season, I’m going to try to post more often.

I’m glad to be back.

I’ve missed you guys.

The Silence is Deafening

I always thought that I’d love it when my kids were grown. ¬†I come from a fairly large family and there was always a bunch of kids hanging around. ¬†My parents raised 7 of us in this house and then when we began to have kids, my nephews and nieces were always here…mostly the boys. And they were pretty¬†rambunctious ¬†so yeah, it was always pretty loud in this house. ¬†My kids and their first cousins were always getting into something around here.

Most of my¬†nieces¬†and nephews are grown now and beginning to have families of their own. ¬†They aren’t around as much and the family is beginning to splinter off. ¬† I was sort of prepared for that part though. At least there’s Facebook because, we talk often using that site.

What is throwing me for a loop is my own Empty Nest Syndrome. ¬†My kids are grown and the house is so quiet. YellowJacket has been staying by her dad’s house (she’s driving now and her dad has put wheels under her so she’s nesting there) and PurpleKnight is rarely home between working and going to school. ¬†In the fall, he’s going away to college and won’t be here at all.

The house is so still.

The stillness of this house is hitting me like a ton of bricks.

I can only imagine how hard it was for my mom. ¬†It must have been hell for her. My mom had kids around her from 1951 until three months before she died in 2002. ¬†A lot of times, I think that’s what killed her spirit to live….this big, quiet ass house.

It’s obvious that I’m entering another phase of my life.

My third transition.

I have to let it sink in that it’s truly my time now and revamp. ¬† It’s gonna take some effort, much more than I thought.

I don’t think I’ll ever leave New Orleans.

There is always something festive to do here.

And I’m gonna need her to keep me company.

Because the silence around here is deafening.