Wish I had said this!!!

The next time someone asks you a dumb question wouldn't you like to respond like this? Yesterday I was at my local Wal-Mart buying a large bag of Purina dog chow for my loyal pet, Sheriff, the Wonder Dog and was in the checkout line when woman behind me asked if I had a dog. What did she think I had, an elephant? So since I'm retired and have little to do, on impulse I told her that no, I didn't have a dog, I was starting the Purina Diet again. I added that I probably shouldn't, because I ended up in the hospital last time, but that I'd lost 50 pounds before I awakened in an intensive care ward with tubes coming out of most of my orifices and IVs in both arms. I told her that it was essentially a perfect diet and that the way that it works is to load your pants pockets with Purina nuggets and simply eat one or two every time you feel hungry. The food is nutritionally complete so it works well and I was going to try it again. (I have to mention here that practically everyone in line was now enthralled with my story.) Horrified, she asked if I ended up in intensive care because the dog food poisoned me. I told her no, I stepped off a curb to sniff an Irish Setter's A$$ and a car hit us both. I thought the guy behind her was going to have a heart attack he was laughing so hard. Wal-Mart won't let me shop there anymore. Better watch what you ask retired people. They have all the time in the world to think of crazy things to say.


Thank you Ted, for this valuable Wal-Mart Information.

Friends Passing Away

This was actually Ted's buddies, Albert and Darrell. Darrell passed away today. He had been sick for a long time and probably a blessing for him to be pain free and singing again in Heaven. Darrell's family was the Pastor's family. Bro Foster was the pastor of our church for.... forever, or so I thought. He was the only pastor I knew. He was pastor of the largest church in town. Jimmy Swaggert started out in the ministry at our church. Marilyn Hickey's husband was an associate pastor at the church. The Dewey's were associate pastors. Lots of well known missionaries were from our church.

Darrell and my brother were buddies... lifetime buddies. There were 5 Foster kids. One is still living. Darrell became a minister, like his father. He spoke at my mom's funeral.

This picture was taken at our house. The crochet doillie is at my house now. Mom made it. Take note that the bed in the background was not made, tho. Time is'a passing!

Mary Kay Morning

Daina you would be so proud of me. Today, UPS delivered my miracle improvement system called Mary Kay. I took the time to read each label and place them carefully in my beautiful black kit. It looks so pretty but, you know what? Now I don't want to mess it up!!

Guess I'lll just go back to using my old makeup and saving this just for the look. :)

Life Rolls On and ON...etc

Vaguely, I remember those days. Seems we didn't have to have as much stuff ready as kids do now. Kleenex and paper towels, handsoap, stuff like that was furnished. We had to worry about sudden bursts of emotion and sometimes the kids would cry, too ! :)

It was just the other day that I was dropping them off at school...... what am I saying?? I mean, it was just the other day I was pushing them out the door to catch the bus !!!!! Whoaaa to them if they missed that bus. I'll never forget the day Chris came back in crying that he missed the bus... 3rd grade... I had to get dressed and drive him to school. I was so aggravated. While I was out I went to the grocery store and a few other errands. The school called not long after I got home and asked me to please pick up my son, there was no school that day !!!!!!!!!!!!! OOOPPPPSSSSSS.

Kathy has all these joys ahead of her and I apologize that we all find it humorous but its only because we've been there. After reading her blog yesterday I started thinking how strange it feels to have fully grown up functioning adults as children. Kathy had some good points about thankfulness and I need to be reminded often. Today I'm being thankful that I'm NOT in my

wonderful, driveable, gold van with no A/C. Later today when I have to drive it, I'll be thankful it RUNS. Tomorrow, I'll be thankful I have a daughter close enough to come drive me to her house (since I don't want to bring the wonderful, driveable, gold van with no A/C ) to evacuate from the latest hurricane.

Flo passed away on her birthday

This is a picture of Flo with her two grandson's taken this summer while they were here visiting. She loved those boys!

She passed away last night around 11 PM. There will be a memorial service at her grandson's church on Sat morning. Then next week there will be another service in her home town of Atlanta, Georgia. There was a scholarship program established in her name that will help other kids with their schooling.

Update on Flo

There hasn't been much change in Flo's condition for several days. They have determined the strokes and heart attacks were brought on by a massive tumor in her brain. This picture was taken on a trip this summer with Ted and Brenda. Flo got to visit the Clinton Museum. That was one of her "bucket list" items.

She's in our prayers!

Flo Davis

We met last summer when Flo came to visit her daughter, my sister in law, Brenda. Flo was my constant companion that summer. We had long talks on the porch, lunches out and a few naps together during Dr. Phil. Flo is from Georgia and just the typical Georgian peach you would expect. Her soft, gracious voice seemed to remind you of times of Plantations, rides in a carriage and large billious skirts. She was always a lady but could defend herself if necessary. She has a fiesty side that made us all stop and take note when she was truly riled. There was always a "please" and "thank you" quick on her tongue.
Wednesday evening after her usual trip to church and eating out at Jason's, she said she wasn't feeling well. Her granddaughter, DeAnna could tell there was something going on in Flo so they started to the ER. She passed out in the driveway. The doctors say she had a stroke and heart attack. By Thurs morning, the doctors didn't give her much hope.
Flo is 86 and will be 87 in a couple of weeks. I've never met such a sharp active, strong "young" lady. She could work circles around me and would if I stood still long enough.
This morning the family is waiting to hear more from doctors but I feel like Flo will probably wake up and tell them all to go home!
She won't like that her hair is messed up and she'll want to get her nails done. She's quite a lady and although we love her, we would understand if she wants to go home to be with her husband, Jay. She has missed him so much .
We love you Flo