tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203778892024-03-14T11:09:41.317-04:00Chronic Pain, Scrapbooking and My FamilyThis may not interest anyone but it is emotionally healing for me to write about my pain and my life right now as I work toward better health and less pain.Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14218038846099685818noreply@blogger.comBlogger346125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20377889.post-71900144222834006642009-06-02T22:36:00.005-04:002009-06-02T23:10:56.936-04:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">Isabella's 2nd birthday</span></div><div align="center">Here she is enjoying her cake!!</div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_RJ9Ihw8OyQZdZzzokMwuUz5VDPHn5h0xCsdsxtysM-F2QfX6mcpH7EPlAoyPVJ3E113_AYsF5P_ZjvLYrNdz9DbPp0mnLA1rp62NFlBbWq3u0KwLq0gkkKC0RVtMbeJtj2ERsA/s1600-h/IMG_0253.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342930480208998738" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_RJ9Ihw8OyQZdZzzokMwuUz5VDPHn5h0xCsdsxtysM-F2QfX6mcpH7EPlAoyPVJ3E113_AYsF5P_ZjvLYrNdz9DbPp0mnLA1rp62NFlBbWq3u0KwLq0gkkKC0RVtMbeJtj2ERsA/s400/IMG_0253.JPG" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVemci1WhI3VAlr2kHIdfa7RBon6LV4etJ-YUsnPn9hkEnlS5UTpK5v-WPx8ym_SLLvnZL7GPorZ4GPZslBb4uh9vPwcBNcoqAzGbUWa6IfVRh1ApwXY-p9y3UYEaKElb3BPIefA/s1600-h/IMG_0243.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342930476557810498" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVemci1WhI3VAlr2kHIdfa7RBon6LV4etJ-YUsnPn9hkEnlS5UTpK5v-WPx8ym_SLLvnZL7GPorZ4GPZslBb4uh9vPwcBNcoqAzGbUWa6IfVRh1ApwXY-p9y3UYEaKElb3BPIefA/s400/IMG_0243.JPG" /></a> She's more interested in eating the frosting than blowing out the candles!<br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuAh-WBAJfoY363zvD3nOdtYXopkUqhVSie2s3Kc7lI_IOPayKlSZ13DNLTLhQa2A1WLXt-1r34hjdSAXCf9nvfDwO-m9ROy51m8xSDTTNaVMJ03uvmgSvDOQysz8DECsKHf7vAg/s1600-h/IMG_0235.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342930470081435554" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuAh-WBAJfoY363zvD3nOdtYXopkUqhVSie2s3Kc7lI_IOPayKlSZ13DNLTLhQa2A1WLXt-1r34hjdSAXCf9nvfDwO-m9ROy51m8xSDTTNaVMJ03uvmgSvDOQysz8DECsKHf7vAg/s400/IMG_0235.JPG" /></a> She was more interested in eating the frosting than blowing out the candles!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNh34wyzZA2bViEJBGhB_l0pqZiajAXLRSMEYE99cjwOq9UpoXfFRN0dy9dwwkdXk8ntnzBM9YJA4kUeHgDAItf2_K1V6Gvn3DiWRrEeSzMkCeynhIFfqGUcvre2OJSbBjbs0zDg/s1600-h/IMG_0225.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342930466867917138" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNh34wyzZA2bViEJBGhB_l0pqZiajAXLRSMEYE99cjwOq9UpoXfFRN0dy9dwwkdXk8ntnzBM9YJA4kUeHgDAItf2_K1V6Gvn3DiWRrEeSzMkCeynhIFfqGUcvre2OJSbBjbs0zDg/s400/IMG_0225.JPG" /></a> <span style="font-size:180%;">The happy family.</span></div><div> Our son, Alan, is in the middle. I couldn't be prouder of him doing anything else than being the good father like he is. </div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9f7cTt8JapAYMCVeTri35Yj-_DbE9RhKBedxZL14sMWfF-WjbNkWOirOGWzSF-J4h6ublfQ233v3OR7Q1EWvoKNifiNV7XN2g-dEHAi4AnblYXhFF8HORRwIdaKIcadGMeY4xeQ/s1600-h/IMG_0238.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342928020250673762" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9f7cTt8JapAYMCVeTri35Yj-_DbE9RhKBedxZL14sMWfF-WjbNkWOirOGWzSF-J4h6ublfQ233v3OR7Q1EWvoKNifiNV7XN2g-dEHAi4AnblYXhFF8HORRwIdaKIcadGMeY4xeQ/s400/IMG_0238.JPG" /></a> I am still getting the massages on my feet and I can see that it's just starting to make a little bit of a difference in my feet. It feels SO good while she is doing it and I am just grateful that I have found something to help my feet. The funny thing is I haven't grown any hair on my legs for a couple of years and now with the massage it is stimulating the circulation in my feet and legs and I'm starting to grow hair. It will be a pleasure to have to start shaving:) </div></div></div></div>Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14218038846099685818noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20377889.post-36838357929362782022009-05-27T00:48:00.002-04:002009-05-27T01:21:15.832-04:00The phone rang early this morning and it was one of those dreaded phone calls. My Mom was at the other end crying. She said my Dad couldn't breathe and was gasping for air. He thought it was the end and kept telling her how much he loves her. The ambulance was called and by the time I made it to the hospital he was breathing again. What a horrible feeling to not be able to get your breath. <br /><br />The doctor said he was in congestive heart failure. It was early but I think the<br />ER doctor said it was because of high blood pressure. Maybe we'll know more tomorrow after he's been observed for a day. He was transferred by ambulance to St. Joseph Medical Center in South Bend and he's in the intensive care unit.<br /><br />I had an appointment again today for a massage on my feet. She asked me where I was having the most discomfort in my feet yet and I told her in the ball of my feet. Man..did she ever dig into there and got some what she calls gunk out of there. It is amazing but the balls of my feet were even softer when I left there...not to mention feeling much better. I am so thankful for her and the help she is giving me. I just feel like a new person when that pain lets up.<br /><br />Tomorrow is 2 to 2 1/2 hours in the dentist chair. Oh boy!! I will get my permanent caps put on the the top of my teeth. I will probably have to take a taxi there and the office girl said she'd take me home. It depends on how long I have to wait on her leave the office for the day. I may take the taxi back home. My Mom will be at the hospital and Wayne has to work tomorrow. I was glad he took off today to be with me and take me to my massage and then the hospital.<br /><br />One nice thing I will say is that I got to have a nice talk with my brother. We have the commality (is that a word) of being raised in the said household and now I think it's just so much fun to talk to him. He keeps so busy in his job in Indianapolis that we don't get the chance to just chat. He is a doctor and sees patients for counseling. I'm not sure if he still does that but I know he is also a college professor.Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14218038846099685818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20377889.post-67611291298190994852009-05-23T06:19:00.006-04:002009-05-23T06:49:32.992-04:00April 3rd is the last time I posted on here. The reasons I stopped are all the same reason...pain! Mostly my foot pain. It had gotten to the point where I almost couldn't function. I resigned from the design team, quit scrapbooking, quit blogging and just didn't feel well enough to do anything.<br /><br />About 18 months ago Alan (our son) told me he would pay for me to go to the massage therapist because she had helped him so much. Well, I have not let anyone touch my lower back because even brushing up against it causes pain. So, what is deep tissue massage going to do? I don't know why...maybe Alan mentioned her again but I decided to give her a try. I was in hope that she might be ale to help my feet. The doctor's have all given me a very grim prognosis for my back and for my feet...my pain would not get better and would probably get worse. I went to the therapist...Paula...and the first session I had some relief in my feet and the back massage was actually not unbearable.. Wow!!! How exciting!!! Yesterday was my 4th visit and I have requested that she work only on my feet because that pain is something that is so unbearable and something I cannot get rid of like I can my back pain. I have the morphine pump for my back and can get relief for now but not my feet. Right now she is getting rid of knots of tissue that is blocking the flow of blood to my feet. It hurt so bad that it brought tears to my eyes but I knew the good it was doing so I grinned and bore it!! Paula just still can't believe that I decided to come after so much time has passed and she has a very positive attitude that she can get my feet and eventually my back better. She knows this because she has seen it time and time again. My feet are all ready better or I wouldn't feel like posting on this blog. What a relief for the moments of less pain that I have. There is nothing worse than nerve pain. So, please pray with me that she can continue to provide relief. I like the fact that she gives God the credit for the work she does.<br /><br />Yesterday there was no one else available to go to Beca's talent show. My Mom had a doctor's appt. and Eutemia didn't want to take the 3 little ones and I don't blame her AT all. Well, with my feet being a little better Wayne and I were able to go and support her.<br /><br />Hopefully I'll be on here more often and maybe I'll even be able to start scrapbooking again soon.<br /><br />Since I am on disability and being on disability I am on medicare I will be getting the $250 Obama had decided to give us. I have had at least 10 or more things that I have wanted to buy with that money. Well, yesterday Paula told me about a program on the Wii that is an exercise program. I know I can't exercise but there is a yoga section on it. So, now I am thinking about getting a Wii.<em> I will be looking into it a little more today and make a decision. Don't know when I"ll get my check but know it will be soon. </em>Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14218038846099685818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20377889.post-37511506884412472632009-04-03T16:45:00.003-04:002009-04-03T16:54:19.102-04:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">This is the layout I just finished yesterday. This is Rhebeca a couple days old. I think she was such a beautiful baby and look at that hair!! Everything on here including the paper is made by a company called "Little Yellow Bicycle". I am really impressed with their creations.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Kelly, if you see this it started out being your March challenge but I didn't finish it in time. It also strayed a ways from your sketch:)</span></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO_8MEWWZfBsAROwZwdkfYNq5ePVXKmLGKOEvgrTxZOw9v-IOQD3F1GRGrTIo7eC4vuc6WuF9i29snXLBg0s58FnP_gJNuXg53cnpUnCoHsSdALopCTd9royWVIu86nhBHXZIc_A/s1600-h/1+precious+girl.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320569452390942498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 391px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO_8MEWWZfBsAROwZwdkfYNq5ePVXKmLGKOEvgrTxZOw9v-IOQD3F1GRGrTIo7eC4vuc6WuF9i29snXLBg0s58FnP_gJNuXg53cnpUnCoHsSdALopCTd9royWVIu86nhBHXZIc_A/s400/1+precious+girl.JPG" border="0" /></a>Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14218038846099685818noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20377889.post-43887740641702428472009-04-03T01:11:00.004-04:002009-04-03T08:14:29.651-04:00<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">Tie Die Isabella</span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Isabella found a tie die kit her Dad had in storage and we now have tie die Bella. Her Mom said she tried washing it off and it doesn't come off. We will get to see tie die Bella for quite some time.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Bella is such a cute sweet little girl. She always has a smile to give somebody BUT there is another side to Bella and that's naughty Bella. She's like all of us who are not all good and not all bad.</span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinpOICRZhPagD58LESTgqZiqo4m2kNfXKdb-YBgBMubN5VLKsDU_V16GCj8tdW4Kt3bzEnxNIXjL3fVIhwQIaYaoymDtqBU-vHDeQtRSlQYQXyoskvrCZgqw3BE9Oyx1ulAM8NSg/s1600-h/Bella+tie+die+4"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320328861433652738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinpOICRZhPagD58LESTgqZiqo4m2kNfXKdb-YBgBMubN5VLKsDU_V16GCj8tdW4Kt3bzEnxNIXjL3fVIhwQIaYaoymDtqBU-vHDeQtRSlQYQXyoskvrCZgqw3BE9Oyx1ulAM8NSg/s400/Bella+tie+die+4" border="0" /></a><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKqKcUdSEaUsX945MjFzaUReyv59U5dPJjPmFyxDJCbUKXrbAmnhKKmYSGz3kjTVFjfFlWLWsYF0NHOjysg3y_bGbDTp-nS4pyHe2ZUKolWoGALqzKLSvekWsf4RwmLfklRdRzSw/s1600-h/Bella+tie+die+3"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320328861534149378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKqKcUdSEaUsX945MjFzaUReyv59U5dPJjPmFyxDJCbUKXrbAmnhKKmYSGz3kjTVFjfFlWLWsYF0NHOjysg3y_bGbDTp-nS4pyHe2ZUKolWoGALqzKLSvekWsf4RwmLfklRdRzSw/s400/Bella+tie+die+3" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdoj6EF-3_Na5qV1PNrZEtQjtnKkJ5jnULq57qch1lynexYcR-mWeD67QGWkzi82SlP0Elc3o5g0QWWsPpjdQPbfY44nNb2qHINn3veE_wI7dd5lxP0myl6ggO12WZpyqFuTS9-g/s1600-h/Bella+tie+die+2"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320328863788299682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdoj6EF-3_Na5qV1PNrZEtQjtnKkJ5jnULq57qch1lynexYcR-mWeD67QGWkzi82SlP0Elc3o5g0QWWsPpjdQPbfY44nNb2qHINn3veE_wI7dd5lxP0myl6ggO12WZpyqFuTS9-g/s400/Bella+tie+die+2" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYZOjeI7P_8rnN5GZrtfRIrCZ1XuK2DlF9b3kPiGkReu71balpkOwogq6JYITdl3qStyWSu7PleWwx5iUYb0IB-PRflKAgiISQ2imdHs_Wt4UW_kvgFViesVkBNunhe1QFpjpyiw/s1600-h/Bella+tie+die"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320328621052191298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYZOjeI7P_8rnN5GZrtfRIrCZ1XuK2DlF9b3kPiGkReu71balpkOwogq6JYITdl3qStyWSu7PleWwx5iUYb0IB-PRflKAgiISQ2imdHs_Wt4UW_kvgFViesVkBNunhe1QFpjpyiw/s400/Bella+tie+die" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I have some things to scan when I write about my birthday party but can't find them right now and it's 1:20 am so I don't feel like looking right now either1<br /><br /><div></div></div></div>Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14218038846099685818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20377889.post-5674750077612071772009-03-18T10:36:00.005-04:002009-03-25T08:47:36.647-04:00<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3ONvov4GNDN9AWnrjbePvty2GVsLKKLnuMUzl9wlhzgHM_vxtuG_R7rMoZtZLNlD7mbqgG9L0mPAgYZMvKc7XK3GKHuHu8T69dtzqNOq_4Ol_wtbeSOh82622DRZ__fI5ya487A/s1600-h/100_0162.JPG"></a><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Centennial Park 2003</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center">You may wonder why I would post these pictures from so long ago. There are several reasons. First, they are really good. Beca has grown so much since these picturese. She is now 5'5" tall. She's now a little girl in a young woman's body. Another reason is I am saddened by how much my body has failed since these pictures. I was obviously able then to follow her around and take pictures. N0w, there's no way I could do that because of back pain and pain in my feet. But, these are good memories and I'm glad I was able to be active with the grandkids for a short time.<br /></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKXpo6QqBtgNXv-Sv3j3JMtxOXgBLB3oxBr1CT08DgtTZqY7n95aHJ4Jkr1jq8RkuqDtQ-FA3-pX7KijJ1o5TUqijoq-Ib-lX1fnooRqkm7Jk8KG_l5BPTCCyZ58EzWms6UVbhGg/s1600-h/100_0158.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314538249367795570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKXpo6QqBtgNXv-Sv3j3JMtxOXgBLB3oxBr1CT08DgtTZqY7n95aHJ4Jkr1jq8RkuqDtQ-FA3-pX7KijJ1o5TUqijoq-Ib-lX1fnooRqkm7Jk8KG_l5BPTCCyZ58EzWms6UVbhGg/s400/100_0158.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Follow me Grandpa!!!</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center">I don't know of anyone else Wayne would climb up the slide for unless it was one of the other grandkids:D<br /></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbQIsxNEQMM9voLgM_2QiGk2kDBM5rsWFgHVhf3Pl3GURe-i8_ef1cOquGIahmCReyx0tls1Dk1fvua_gN9RdPVjk3bM1onrnnp4mHfs8ad9S7rhC0KceprBjzR5llyZ8Kn0YkYQ/s1600-h/100_0170.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314538239932106482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbQIsxNEQMM9voLgM_2QiGk2kDBM5rsWFgHVhf3Pl3GURe-i8_ef1cOquGIahmCReyx0tls1Dk1fvua_gN9RdPVjk3bM1onrnnp4mHfs8ad9S7rhC0KceprBjzR5llyZ8Kn0YkYQ/s400/100_0170.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1QXh9ObSdWiOd5YsbVkUDXqOB9SVG_idLhYP8Lu_sNCAwsAFqxn1g27loF4luZncRHmlmm8xF9XaGicYpg1KbaDwcEAcfm5d1EIjtP-p3ac8R3yqodqSuPLL1iv55_uJNILi-jw/s1600-h/100_0171.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314538230880002226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1QXh9ObSdWiOd5YsbVkUDXqOB9SVG_idLhYP8Lu_sNCAwsAFqxn1g27loF4luZncRHmlmm8xF9XaGicYpg1KbaDwcEAcfm5d1EIjtP-p3ac8R3yqodqSuPLL1iv55_uJNILi-jw/s400/100_0171.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSVtFxZNcH3oA0dyCBWaas1rGu6PVAKx1dHRZ3uX8dvK-VYVYzmwXJJn9oNOMSZCl8uTH-b39P8cxFxK5I6xH2HG_okK8rfXieD-_cDTjavbz-qpS5ED4xqnXfDUPpA4m83UAq9Q/s1600-h/100_0155.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314538229331973154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSVtFxZNcH3oA0dyCBWaas1rGu6PVAKx1dHRZ3uX8dvK-VYVYzmwXJJn9oNOMSZCl8uTH-b39P8cxFxK5I6xH2HG_okK8rfXieD-_cDTjavbz-qpS5ED4xqnXfDUPpA4m83UAq9Q/s400/100_0155.JPG" border="0" /></a> <strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Grandpa loves Rhebeca and Rhebeca loves Grandpa!! A picture that is priceless...to me at least.</span></strong><br /><br /><div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt3RwoE2ZDAHeQIG7zADzJqySpyk9XknF4pWSjS_AS1iaBiveSqQAz4GBAM_16Vf6ZZcKSv6iUEOd1jAwool0f7Z4dqvgbqNXoODTOZ7gI1vj-gwYBWySh2WkQxxdbmY5rr7vDmw/s1600-h/100_0172.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314537676943261106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt3RwoE2ZDAHeQIG7zADzJqySpyk9XknF4pWSjS_AS1iaBiveSqQAz4GBAM_16Vf6ZZcKSv6iUEOd1jAwool0f7Z4dqvgbqNXoODTOZ7gI1vj-gwYBWySh2WkQxxdbmY5rr7vDmw/s400/100_0172.JPG" border="0" /></a>I still have this real deep line on my skin where the shingles were. I looked at it yesterday because as any vain person (like me) I don't like the looks of what's left of the shingles. Well, when I looked at it I noticed all these little pimple looking bumps. It looked like the beginning of shingles again but smaller. It took me a while to process it but I think it's a new outbreak of shingles. I haven't felt well this week and have slept a lot during the day and maybe I'm fighting the shingles virus again. I called the doctor's office and they put me on my 2nd round of an anti-viral medicine. <div align="left"></div><br /></div><div align="left">It has taken me a while to understand medicare. When I was accepted as getting disability I was automatically on medicare. I have an insurance policy with Humana that covers most of what medicare doesn't cover. There are lots of insurance companies to choose from but Humana fit my needs the best. Well, I have learned that medicare has a very strange coverage of the medication. The first $2700 is like any insurance plan and we pay a copay with the Tier system. Generic is cheapest and regular meds w/o a generic the most costly. Then from $2700.00 to $4350.00 we pay 100% . We started with this insurance company February 1st and reached the " donut hole" (medicare terms) on March 14th. Maybe we're record makers:D</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><br /></div>Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14218038846099685818noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20377889.post-48873281415127104652009-03-12T16:31:00.002-04:002009-03-12T16:57:23.455-04:00<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">The Treat Drawer</span></strong></div><div align="center">When I was little I can remember my grandparents having a special cupboard with toys inside. I wanted to do something similar that our grandkids would remember and get excited when they came so I came up with the treat drawer. It is a <strong>BIG </strong>deal, believe me. It's the first place they run when they come here and the last thing they check out when they leave. They always have to have a sack to put their finds into so they don't lose anything. This picture below is L to R...Isabella, Kael and Kaleb. Isabella loves the fruit roll-ups and this is the first time she's let me take the paper off the roll-up before she ate it. Otherwise I'd find little spit out papers all over. </div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieTv_ynHWBGWOqMUMMCSQ6-ogG8bmQsXHNKjELS49C-cxEVZRXddAl9POVvktlwZN6Ue45dwttiRJowlW0dCtLoFo15J9nkh9-rbddlICsgPPKv1C2W8TbjZLSazmAnkGBlwz32A/s1600-h/IMG_0141.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312402407035318322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieTv_ynHWBGWOqMUMMCSQ6-ogG8bmQsXHNKjELS49C-cxEVZRXddAl9POVvktlwZN6Ue45dwttiRJowlW0dCtLoFo15J9nkh9-rbddlICsgPPKv1C2W8TbjZLSazmAnkGBlwz32A/s400/IMG_0141.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I had a tooth pulled today. Tuesday I spent 3 hours in the dentist's chair and he tried to pull one of my teeth last thing. Well, the tooth was so painful that even with many many shots of novacaine it wouldn't get numb enough to pull. So, thank goodness he listened to me when I told him it hurt too bad to pull today. When I got home I thought it might be best to be put under to get this tooth out. I called the oral surgeon and he had an opening this morning at 7:45. I took it! The doctor about scared me to death. He was a little afraid to put me under because of the amount of medications that I'm on...especially the pain pump. He showed me the x-ray of the tooth that showed the tooth was really close to the nerve. He said since that's so close I could end up with facial numbness that didn't go away and I could lose my taste for food, etc., etc. If that wasn't bad enough they had me read and I had to put my initials that I acknowledged it might happen to me. Well, right after I talked to the doctor and filled out that paper they took my blood pressure. I don't think I've ever seen it so high. I was filled with so much anxiety that it pushed my blood pressure to 224/125. If that doctor wasn't scared before I'm sure he was then. He had the nurse put some oxygen on me to bring down my blood pressure and I prayed and prayed for the anxiety to go away. Both things helped because the next reading was 186/99 which is still high but nothing like the first reading.</div><div> </div><div>He must be an excellent oral surgeon because I have had very little bleeding and virtually no pain! Yippee!!!!</div>Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14218038846099685818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20377889.post-90994414747070869022009-02-26T21:55:00.003-05:002009-02-26T22:20:37.575-05:00<span style="font-size:130%;">Well, here it is...my new hair color. By the time we took this picture it had faded a little bit. If you remember, my beautician had gone to a hair show in Las Vegas. I asked her if there were any new trends. She said they were using primary colors and just glimpses of them. We talked about it and decided on this color. If you can see, there are spots of red all over. Wayne wasn't sure he liked it at first but I think it's grown on him now. I really like it and I think I'll have her do it again next time.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">You can also see that the shingles are leaving a scar...so far. I hope it will fade as time goes by. They aren't completely over...the one by my eye bothers me every day yet. I hope it goes away soon.</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6dwisvpbukPcv7or1c7hui95lJ66kkWIdGXiOrPovYV2-6MR1QeNBFvv88MI3ES04nmLqYQYuA3OhMSYIvHWDt-mZYtM8P77mG_Pgiu-BxlLBdfHZr0MVVYPHs7wd05_Uf8F7mg/s1600-h/IMG_0138.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307310424042043426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6dwisvpbukPcv7or1c7hui95lJ66kkWIdGXiOrPovYV2-6MR1QeNBFvv88MI3ES04nmLqYQYuA3OhMSYIvHWDt-mZYtM8P77mG_Pgiu-BxlLBdfHZr0MVVYPHs7wd05_Uf8F7mg/s400/IMG_0138.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>It's been a while since I have posted. I have had some real rough days physically. On those days I just don't know what to say sometimes. I don't want to always be negative.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>One thing that happened is the doctor from the rehab hospital in Chicago called (he is the one that we held such high hopes for help) he said that there's nothing he can do to help me and he referred me to their pain center. I all ready go to a pain center but I will give theirs one try to see if they have any other ideas. That was really depressing that he couldn't do anything to help me and he's the one we held such high hope for some help. I'm used to it because it's happened time and time again but there's always just that little ray of hope inside that I can get some help.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div>Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14218038846099685818noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20377889.post-2083946435899476752009-02-04T18:23:00.003-05:002009-02-04T18:52:11.410-05:00<div align="center"><em><strong></strong></em> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">K & K Cleaners</span></strong></div><div align="left">Once in a while a cute idea hits me and I run with it. I decided it would be cute to label this as if Kael and Kaleb are cleaning. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0S-MDGkwEY0l2tRedw26Zp4ScDiXFINVkZRYJIR1r_YLSRCKo62uvddLXfsj3eKtAwJ9yalPZRC1ED7Hl3zsZ5clfJh3dgmyNex3favctzELLRESgJJGDupB0n7FjFSQybHx5ow/s1600-h/KK+Cleaners.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299087926947645506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 390px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0S-MDGkwEY0l2tRedw26Zp4ScDiXFINVkZRYJIR1r_YLSRCKo62uvddLXfsj3eKtAwJ9yalPZRC1ED7Hl3zsZ5clfJh3dgmyNex3favctzELLRESgJJGDupB0n7FjFSQybHx5ow/s400/KK+Cleaners.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />I am just getting over the shingles or at least the pain from the singles and my back decides to act up. I just dread the feeling of the spasms starting in my low back but I have ways to get rid of them at least. I right away took my faithful old muscle relaxers and usually they work within 20 minutes but this time the pain was intensifying. So, I took some more muscle relaxers and it still didn't work. I paced and paced the floor <em>because </em> sitting and laying down both makes the spasms worse. They lasted all day and most of the night until they let up WEdnesday morning. That's Tuesday morning at 5:0oam until Wednesday morning around 7:00 am. A long 24 hoursQ</div>Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14218038846099685818noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20377889.post-3952243261989449392009-01-31T19:18:00.002-05:002009-01-31T22:13:51.821-05:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Shingles, Day 8</span></div><div align="center">I would love to say the the shingles are gone and I'll be writing on something else. But...they're still here. You know, what's funny is that I don't have any makeup on and my cheeks are very rosey. The scabs are healing nicely. The thing that is bothering me the most is that I have a scab right by my tear duct on my right eye. It is the one that feels liks sandpaper on my eye. It was so painful last night that it kept me up all night. My eyes are both starting to turn black and blue underneath but one side is worse than the other. I am really ready for these things to go away. </div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR1GXWC7FpVPIARprR2LiNvVXJeiiLTZZkM5esd_ZZ7aBQMNOIJxtH6u_OF6kIErUHVS3Xui5NabbLG8nx_wu5EogIcKXXQ43ZRrcmxMdzMH1IvO6RPCYMOuTyOPiZx2tDOlzPzA/s1600-h/IMG_0106.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297617491966053538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR1GXWC7FpVPIARprR2LiNvVXJeiiLTZZkM5esd_ZZ7aBQMNOIJxtH6u_OF6kIErUHVS3Xui5NabbLG8nx_wu5EogIcKXXQ43ZRrcmxMdzMH1IvO6RPCYMOuTyOPiZx2tDOlzPzA/s400/IMG_0106.JPG" border="0" /></a>Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14218038846099685818noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20377889.post-60650330305867401832009-01-29T23:18:00.006-05:002009-01-30T07:22:58.003-05:00<div align="center">A representative from Real Services came by today to explain to me and have me sign papers to sign up for Medicaid. The way I understand it is that they go by my income which is my disability check I get for $525 each month. The only snag we ran into is that my name is on the title for 2 of our vehicles. For some reason my credit is better than Wayne's right now so that's why we put my name on the titles and the loan. She's going to to check on it and see if it will present any problems. If I can get accepted there are some wonderful benefits. All my medical bills will be paid. They would go the Humana (private insurance) first then to medicare and what medicare didn't pay medicaid would pick up. I would get 5 hot meals delivered each week. I would have someone come to the house and do whatever needs done..cooking or cleaning. There are other things that I am probably not remembering.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Shingles Day 6</span></strong></div><div align="center">My biggest concern on day 6 is that I have several scabs on my eyelid and I can't tell if there are some inside my eyelids or not. My eyes feel like there is sandpaper on then. The good news is that I took a shower and washed and dried my hair today and that felt mighty good. </div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPOkPyFoaStjOsXJmFkV400uei3WCHLinG2iEMAWxTwwcOTfezsK0UDDvP3x94hRTWuOSR8dJFNxtjPPw85k_xMztmiDnZWHR411vpIDQre_aE7Qlq_R15pL1h7H0Ov5AglWdpFg/s1600-h/IMG_0104.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296936784124017554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPOkPyFoaStjOsXJmFkV400uei3WCHLinG2iEMAWxTwwcOTfezsK0UDDvP3x94hRTWuOSR8dJFNxtjPPw85k_xMztmiDnZWHR411vpIDQre_aE7Qlq_R15pL1h7H0Ov5AglWdpFg/s400/IMG_0104.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div>Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14218038846099685818noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20377889.post-70141409794940167732009-01-28T11:31:00.004-05:002009-01-29T23:33:17.518-05:00This is how the shingles is progressing. I am so worried that it has affected my eyes. I go to the eye doctor in 2 weeks so he'll be able to look into my eyes and see if they were damaged by the shingles. My eyes burn so bad and I hate to keep trying to rub them so Wayne went out late the other night and got me some eye drops for dry eyes and that helps a little bit. I sometimes wonder what I've done in life to allow the suffering I've gone through. I have a few scabs in my hairline but my goal for today is to wash my hair because I can't stand it any longer this dirty.<br /><br />By the way...you wouldn't think I would even care how I look but I do and I took this picture myself and my nose looks huge:) It's not really that br<br />1<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTm7goE1m7cIoWOLEunXB95iXG8BPo82ofFDKvV9tbh8HUVyq88EVfY8lt4Zw-16mXoMo3lTmwkBiAXArThRNBdl9O1pevM6bGmWMNCbPajRRcJIdnriHomgARiv8cnO4XcrdYlA/s1600-h/IMG_0098.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296383850251028194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTm7goE1m7cIoWOLEunXB95iXG8BPo82ofFDKvV9tbh8HUVyq88EVfY8lt4Zw-16mXoMo3lTmwkBiAXArThRNBdl9O1pevM6bGmWMNCbPajRRcJIdnriHomgARiv8cnO4XcrdYlA/s400/IMG_0098.JPG" border="0" /></a>Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14218038846099685818noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20377889.post-17738205057040472462009-01-26T20:04:00.002-05:002009-01-26T20:12:24.062-05:00At the chance of grossing you out..this is a picture I just took of myself. Not having a great hair day..haha! This is shingles and it's the second time I've had it and I am miserable!! I am trying to keep busy and kep my mind off of my discomfort. My one eye that is almost swollen shut is the most uncomfortable. Shingles is a "cousin" to chicken pox and, in fact, I could give chicken pox to someone who has never had them.<br /><br />I was supposed to have my beautician come to the house and put color on my hair today. I was excited about it because she just got back from the hair show in Vegas and said she had some different ideas for me. As long as it's not bright red or pink I am pretty open-minded. Well, I called her and told her what I have and she opted not to come because she has only had a light case of chicken pox and doesn't want to get a rip roaring case of them.<br /><br />I hope this is on the downside of the worst pain. When it starts to scab over is when it is getting better. You can see that the worst spot is between my eyes and it is starting to scab over..thank goodness!!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgidaVeF3DuGhjE5OOSyQwdSu77CAo17TpoZ1ajMQWJmtzc1cvJ74ePSqW-HlFaB9YgrZjCELSHai9mCOxBWGT704qh6_JJWX8jnVsMZxVQUSnznWCrfRr0YtIMDXseYVOrlqiEkw/s1600-h/IMG_0091.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295773690342585410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgidaVeF3DuGhjE5OOSyQwdSu77CAo17TpoZ1ajMQWJmtzc1cvJ74ePSqW-HlFaB9YgrZjCELSHai9mCOxBWGT704qh6_JJWX8jnVsMZxVQUSnznWCrfRr0YtIMDXseYVOrlqiEkw/s400/IMG_0091.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14218038846099685818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20377889.post-91025196028111939892009-01-26T09:59:00.002-05:002009-01-26T10:05:39.861-05:00A couple of days ago I started to get what I thought was a pimple between my eyes at the top of my nose. Well, it has gotten bigger and bigger until this morning when I woke up my eye was almost swollen shut. It hurts SO bad. Wayne thinks it is a boil because he's had several boils and knows what they look/act like. Not that I didn't believe him but I went ahead and called the doctor on call yesterday and he told me I need to be seen today and called me in some antibiotics.<br /><br />I have an appointment at 11:00 and will see what he thinks it is.<br /><br />Wayne had a boil that was so big it swelled like this one and swelled his eye shut. I'm afraid that the doctor will want to lance it but if he does it might feel good and relieve all the pressure.<br /><br />The good thing today is that my beautician is coming to the house to put some color on my hair. She just got back from a hair show in Vegas and said she had she had some good ideas for my hair. That will be fun!!Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14218038846099685818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20377889.post-16841043062586256602009-01-18T18:24:00.003-05:002009-01-24T22:17:16.669-05:00<div align="center">The next two pictures were taken with my old very expensive camera...but look at the yellow cast it gave the pictures. I was so disappointed. I can work on them and get them decent looking but I'd rather have them come out nice to begin with. I could manually adjust this camera if I knew how but I don't know how...so...I got a new camera. After these two pictures all the rest were taken with the new camera. I love it!! It's just a small point and shoot but takes really nice pictures.</div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnuxJQxLmJHLS8tL3ossIGQcnWhkvD5u0T2kEtwyvQX5D-o_linPZsYZZMeRr4ta4ZQ6l62cydkJIAIKBS3DF1jR_VOREnwbumLb5122xAvY7ZAxKs99m1c5kX9JUlSBNnYllfLA/s1600-h/Bare+and+Lightfoot+cmas+08+happy+new+year+09+016.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295063680823696130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnuxJQxLmJHLS8tL3ossIGQcnWhkvD5u0T2kEtwyvQX5D-o_linPZsYZZMeRr4ta4ZQ6l62cydkJIAIKBS3DF1jR_VOREnwbumLb5122xAvY7ZAxKs99m1c5kX9JUlSBNnYllfLA/s400/Bare+and+Lightfoot+cmas+08+happy+new+year+09+016.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_FVsywJBX5gsijJksb7AhjDme2X_X6TNuoYpINFJfMvd44GkoO0RvnCrTwJrLYR5OLYQvk35siplJRC0iLrod576KXAB1nJ19BFkYZqauaaCEgkd7vGgHR3Mz4CmZwOW95b4Gdw/s1600-h/Bare+and+Lightfoot+cmas+08+happy+new+year+09+001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295063671191190850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_FVsywJBX5gsijJksb7AhjDme2X_X6TNuoYpINFJfMvd44GkoO0RvnCrTwJrLYR5OLYQvk35siplJRC0iLrod576KXAB1nJ19BFkYZqauaaCEgkd7vGgHR3Mz4CmZwOW95b4Gdw/s400/Bare+and+Lightfoot+cmas+08+happy+new+year+09+001.jpg" border="0" /></a> These pictures are taken with the new camera...no yellow cast/tint. These pics were another photo op I took so I could do some valentine pictures. Becca is always a good subject for anything my mind can dream up for her. Thanks Beca!!!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRBR2laZBMXGXupEGCVO6GVxCv_JaL3qDq4ClSL3enrQ3Dos0PvHWSMk8AKzYbnIbF92ZUGto_3l_4YYjfv4a-ywWooeHLROyorTa3EGXBzuC68Arj7wMWWldjChgyQ4uLI8Defg/s1600-h/IMG_0039_1.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295063664383890994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRBR2laZBMXGXupEGCVO6GVxCv_JaL3qDq4ClSL3enrQ3Dos0PvHWSMk8AKzYbnIbF92ZUGto_3l_4YYjfv4a-ywWooeHLROyorTa3EGXBzuC68Arj7wMWWldjChgyQ4uLI8Defg/s400/IMG_0039_1.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0uJ_ciKmbC4auj77llnse4VOOFT_H_yzqwu3Zt3PuzI06gY10V6h7A-rF5QBQZB72BYC8_fZ5_tdk1hOsVg6gebAzn94dJMuhZmLPSBq5QvpX1myOJuc7UiOZ6Os9eS1C12Xn_A/s1600-h/IMG_0037.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295063655590636866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0uJ_ciKmbC4auj77llnse4VOOFT_H_yzqwu3Zt3PuzI06gY10V6h7A-rF5QBQZB72BYC8_fZ5_tdk1hOsVg6gebAzn94dJMuhZmLPSBq5QvpX1myOJuc7UiOZ6Os9eS1C12Xn_A/s400/IMG_0037.jpg" border="0" /></a> We are dog sitting this week and love having Belle come and stay with us. She is such a well behaved dog and never makes any messes. She loves her toys and they have to have a squeaker in them. You can see her pink toy behind her!<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIHLsafRUPZq9F1noxN9MoHHK59VZy278VMHtpsU5Er4PmSKETXK3rCv0yP633jaF8bzuX-iA8StDDcM05dGgBnvHgiqL_o3Vf4MZzdSDaiLsgWtv7Jww8dm5V5uGh2LOcaeV6Mw/s1600-h/IMG_0081.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295059225070839858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIHLsafRUPZq9F1noxN9MoHHK59VZy278VMHtpsU5Er4PmSKETXK3rCv0yP633jaF8bzuX-iA8StDDcM05dGgBnvHgiqL_o3Vf4MZzdSDaiLsgWtv7Jww8dm5V5uGh2LOcaeV6Mw/s400/IMG_0081.JPG" border="0" /></a> I saw these big suckers (or lollipops as Caden---in the red shirt-- informed me) for $1 and couldn't resist them for a photo opportunity and then some great scrapbook pages. It's nice to have these kids to use when I have an idea for a great picture.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_8hXPqTz5W1C02BJHeYvTYpeXEZc3hf4P0uIfJdi30PsMkl5LX4DCGe9xpQ8L9Fo9CNQ80rNT8lVbhJt9zWxnlia_Wewt5fcFMWBEo5Nf172z3nFu6DjA-09nXa9Hr_FJ3Zgkvg/s1600-h/IMG_0074.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295059218719761650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_8hXPqTz5W1C02BJHeYvTYpeXEZc3hf4P0uIfJdi30PsMkl5LX4DCGe9xpQ8L9Fo9CNQ80rNT8lVbhJt9zWxnlia_Wewt5fcFMWBEo5Nf172z3nFu6DjA-09nXa9Hr_FJ3Zgkvg/s400/IMG_0074.JPG" border="0" /></a> Wayne worked 16 hours yesterday and it's a big big day for him but becomes a very lonely day for me so my Mom picked me up and brought me to her house. I was so glad because I enjoyed everyone's company. The time just flew by when I got there. Below is Kael and he was drawing me artwork and he is GOOD! I couldn't draw as well as he can. He drew me 7 pages of his private collection and I will date it a cherish it.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxgimY9eGFTKVjAo2CCcI596qZ-AoYgOde_nhYcl07KwEmsC00vVa9FeDQUEcAue1QLj3LUYmiBo0lV9j6FtdGwJlIyHYH2AK9Ai0097DDswZHtANloXsxwzsKQTssi7EMXwbnCA/s1600-h/IMG_0054.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295059221337605634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxgimY9eGFTKVjAo2CCcI596qZ-AoYgOde_nhYcl07KwEmsC00vVa9FeDQUEcAue1QLj3LUYmiBo0lV9j6FtdGwJlIyHYH2AK9Ai0097DDswZHtANloXsxwzsKQTssi7EMXwbnCA/s400/IMG_0054.JPG" border="0" /></a> As you can see...Isabella is a little character. I told her to say cheese and this is the smile I got...how funny! I gave her some lotion and told her to rub it on my feet because they hurt and she was so tender and had such a good touch for a little child. She loved it and kept doing it until the the lotion started flying all over the room...whoops!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiaevnp8qyAm9HbzdpTLMrHCQv6KzeOlO6J7WyxYgYboNfb8873xwu-OTyiMvyfzhRIrrQF40SoC6A8czXBah9XBsGO4UJxUR06R02xFFUAB95xbkBohzllI-kIxBw1z6csn41fw/s1600-h/IMG_0050.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295059218367998130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiaevnp8qyAm9HbzdpTLMrHCQv6KzeOlO6J7WyxYgYboNfb8873xwu-OTyiMvyfzhRIrrQF40SoC6A8czXBah9XBsGO4UJxUR06R02xFFUAB95xbkBohzllI-kIxBw1z6csn41fw/s400/IMG_0050.JPG" border="0" /></a> Isabella tried to join Kael and do some artwork of her own but didn't stay at it very long.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghyie-VVwVnwWTeAU47m49Rg6gf3zKMcTXQ75BdtqbbKe_od1o_LMd4ehmTmEkqas_S6OrABoBPUcRjYG5NpeKn-Sxi0_ys3buxe27xfOLGw9G9R3QTV52MIZ_0cClC5mZuJzb0g/s1600-h/IMG_0049.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295059207222141250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghyie-VVwVnwWTeAU47m49Rg6gf3zKMcTXQ75BdtqbbKe_od1o_LMd4ehmTmEkqas_S6OrABoBPUcRjYG5NpeKn-Sxi0_ys3buxe27xfOLGw9G9R3QTV52MIZ_0cClC5mZuJzb0g/s400/IMG_0049.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigEkAplYRnR9vsJJ2xpTzPnrbeMynO0bfOg9YmPDBG70ql-htGMvVbnrmDbDeWdpbiOwIt15BivMX8Mxn1T-Te8c94d1IKluNgcdJzsPJfL0iNGgayXKpy9a_KaLxQue_MyQAl1w/s1600-h/Bare+and+Lightfoot+cmas+08+happy+new+year+09+073.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCXrKjwKKv8nMDwYTmpjiSwGHWsEpMVFTdw5Xi6kvZ1OdJe8hqNJCpoS490rYwDOqcxAimYNV7FY7B6eOojpd_4VvMDUPl2ARKHv5Xdt4-NcuVt0-GGnwlmXXWRNxyg9HBaOdKmg/s1600-h/Bare+and+Lightfoot+cmas+08+happy+new+year+09+004.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14218038846099685818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20377889.post-67010423882654170582008-12-28T03:04:00.003-05:002008-12-28T20:25:57.207-05:00<div align="center">Our son and his wife and their 4 children came over here Tuesday night for a meal and gift-opening. The kids were so excited that as soon as they came into the door they started asking to open their gifts. It was so much fun to watch their excitement...that's what make Christmas exciting...to watch their excitement and joy! </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">This is Kaleb and he is 3 years old. His interests are generally whatever his brother has at the time. One of his gifts didn't work right...figures:) Another was a doctors kit and he had fun going around giving everyone a shot and we were supposed to yell...after all...doesn't everyone yell when they get a shot...or at least want to and keep it hidden?</div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_HP6G7AB8TCuRBrjostn-QC7YoJVTqNiG4e9k5c5owM1dZG6Cn9m5psu8-LEKOhzzqNV_lhzeetc6I3PMwY8_CMb1mWb50oprsW4vjC71aGbPbSKQuMVLHFMHnONPmprKbA4Fhw/s1600-h/Bella+and+preschool+Cmas+program+2008+116.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285015860475718482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_HP6G7AB8TCuRBrjostn-QC7YoJVTqNiG4e9k5c5owM1dZG6Cn9m5psu8-LEKOhzzqNV_lhzeetc6I3PMwY8_CMb1mWb50oprsW4vjC71aGbPbSKQuMVLHFMHnONPmprKbA4Fhw/s400/Bella+and+preschool+Cmas+program+2008+116.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">This is Isabella and she is about 19 months old. She loves baby dolls right now and I found this one that even I liked. It would drink from the bottle or suck its pacifier till it fell asleep and it did a bunch of other things but I couldn't take it out of the box before I gave it to her and once she got it there was no touching it.</div><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWA84Ht3VQvRohmyqiBkxOPL8ZeNRcDxdM-YVrKK6Ybx0h5tHZN_RrhG-HMxlAQPDvuXAet5aNLDNo9TRhSRZmvObmvnZXGnEEKzFIAszgqfqnx1OZju2RkBw7KVcTfBEj-mLWeA/s1600-h/Bella+and+preschool+Cmas+program+2008+133.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284749524339806962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWA84Ht3VQvRohmyqiBkxOPL8ZeNRcDxdM-YVrKK6Ybx0h5tHZN_RrhG-HMxlAQPDvuXAet5aNLDNo9TRhSRZmvObmvnZXGnEEKzFIAszgqfqnx1OZju2RkBw7KVcTfBEj-mLWeA/s400/Bella+and+preschool+Cmas+program+2008+133.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://localhost:4512/337d1f2952d7449705f047cae92d8804/image/9161fb81ede65676.jpg"></a></div></div>Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14218038846099685818noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20377889.post-90415669555908677202008-12-28T02:44:00.002-05:002008-12-28T03:09:39.344-05:00<div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center">I put the kids gifts in big gift bags so they would know which gifts were theirs. With 4 kids to watch open it turned out to be a good idea. This is Kael. He is 5 years old and the big thing this year is Bionicles. They come in many many parts with directions. He studies the directions until he gets it all figured out. He talks about Bionicles all the time and usually is holding one in his hand. Last week he called me and he went on the Bionicles web site and explained everything to me for what seemed like hours:) He kept saying...see that Grandma Becky? Isn't that cool. I had to remind him that I can't see through the phone.</div><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"></div><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIwBnbor4anHYnsg0E1YsYVixD0F4kAfpJqc2r1opsqxXxnd7l5xnpgV5aNgqPdFutXL5g6HVDjJhExoOpCXpabq1K9jthuuMdt4AROK13IwBHjJ1wUyZy_1f6H1tIzTywWgM4eg/s1600-h/DSC03001.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIwBnbor4anHYnsg0E1YsYVixD0F4kAfpJqc2r1opsqxXxnd7l5xnpgV5aNgqPdFutXL5g6HVDjJhExoOpCXpabq1K9jthuuMdt4AROK13IwBHjJ1wUyZy_1f6H1tIzTywWgM4eg/s400/DSC03001.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div>Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14218038846099685818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20377889.post-19333035251138005002008-12-28T02:41:00.001-05:002008-12-28T03:02:05.927-05:00<div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"> </div><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center">This is Rhebeca and she is 10 years old. Her interests this year were items from the Harry Potter movie that you can buy from Noble Collections on the internet. I was reminded over and over again about the correct web site to find what she wanted. She also got a hair straightening iron and a bling cover for her cell phone and a book with the paints and directions to do face painting. She came up with the cutest face paintings on her brothers!</div><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjchJJyKbIiRWPu9Lx7aMtRYUxSNpS3i6hxaflfCZH1JpiQNoDd1A0G4vCkzdB5vr7aEHe19dRP8EY20kLNZA5AGpdx-eAsotEDEYay0Z-1T_poUu_WkpJxELCoGJB-62g9DejcfQ/s1600-h/DSC03000.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjchJJyKbIiRWPu9Lx7aMtRYUxSNpS3i6hxaflfCZH1JpiQNoDd1A0G4vCkzdB5vr7aEHe19dRP8EY20kLNZA5AGpdx-eAsotEDEYay0Z-1T_poUu_WkpJxELCoGJB-62g9DejcfQ/s400/DSC03000.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div>Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14218038846099685818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20377889.post-62914830700524684712008-12-19T07:08:00.002-05:002008-12-19T07:14:38.400-05:00Today will be our first Christmas party. Our son and his wife and their 4 children will be coming over tonight. They are leaving for New York Christmas Eve so this was one of the best times to be with them.<br /><br />We decided to keep it simple and have pizza and DQ cake. Well, that wasn't enough for me...I had to make the layered salad because I like a salad with my pizza. It took me 2 hours to make the salad. Between frying a pound of bacon and boiling eggs and washing and drying the lettuce and sitting down to rest many times because my back would start to hurt it really did take me 2 hours. It better be good!!! That's one of my favorite salads.<br /><br />After all that work and staying up too late playing games on the computer I woke up with horrible back spasms at 5:30. It's now 7:10 and they're just letting up. What I dislike the most about having to take these pills is that they will make me SO sleepy by this afternoon. So...I better get out to the kitchen and wrap the rest of the presents.<br /><br />I'll have pictures from tonight for the blog tomorrow.Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14218038846099685818noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20377889.post-53939155581053803322008-12-09T18:49:00.007-05:002008-12-10T13:05:43.930-05:00<div align="center"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Here are a couple of pictures I like of our grandchildren.</span></div><div align="center">Beca giving her brother, Kaleb, a big kiss. She really loves her little brothers and sister. </div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbhIo7Ai4BIszmcaCuccwOZ0CgcQKrVkVU4PL0I8jFT1Z4D2FCP_1Ix_CQ0yREy_0Sj08x8NScIjAIFHJXrPzv3vjaHHG_di62fYMK6ZM4a_J0U5UOEYWkAgHDwxUN35LftcOO9Q/s1600-h/Rh.,+Kael,+Kaleb+August+2006+%284%29.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277956722982996994" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbhIo7Ai4BIszmcaCuccwOZ0CgcQKrVkVU4PL0I8jFT1Z4D2FCP_1Ix_CQ0yREy_0Sj08x8NScIjAIFHJXrPzv3vjaHHG_di62fYMK6ZM4a_J0U5UOEYWkAgHDwxUN35LftcOO9Q/s400/Rh.,+Kael,+Kaleb+August+2006+%284%29.jpg" border="0" /></a> Kael got himself ready to play baseball. I think he did it by himself...how funny! The black thing hanging over the front of his face is the strap for holding the helmet on.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvJhYsSuyl6SikGz3KTCbdvoRnbMd8Ccgw8WSaxJEJlLKiL5s93wh3YUw3jsfkvL6ow937lTqPFFJbD14O4krsdaBxFC3U9kxtGuz2S8gpk82uajXUkAhEZZzewhmz2Inw8aX2sA/s1600-h/May+2006+grandkids+010.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277954859993044370" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvJhYsSuyl6SikGz3KTCbdvoRnbMd8Ccgw8WSaxJEJlLKiL5s93wh3YUw3jsfkvL6ow937lTqPFFJbD14O4krsdaBxFC3U9kxtGuz2S8gpk82uajXUkAhEZZzewhmz2Inw8aX2sA/s400/May+2006+grandkids+010.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I am feeling much better about the Chicago doctor and the treatments he wants to do today. I can't say I slept on it because I had muscle spasms all night...starting at about 11:00 pm<br />and ending about 5:30 this evening. When the spasms last so long it leaves me exhausted and my back hurtingl AND...what I dislike the most is it leaves me so sleepy. I've slpeepy..yawn,,<br /><br />I reread what I wrote yesterday and it made no sense at all. I was really sleepy and kept falling asleep yesterday. My doctor said one more thing on Monday that I had forgotten about. He said the pain and my posture because of the pain has caused my bone structure to change. It is especially prevelent in my legs and hips. I think that he thought if I could get some of the relief from the shots if the shots relieved the pain enough that I would stand upright and differently. I could see it once he pointed it out and it is pretty scary to see my bone structure changed. But, I have hope that if anyone can help that this man can do it!!<br /><br />BeckyRebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14218038846099685818noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20377889.post-42860319602394521402008-12-09T00:12:00.006-05:002008-12-09T00:34:47.140-05:00It has been a way long time since I have posted. I've lost interest in everything I do and I think it adds up to a little depression.<br /><br />Today was the "big day". I had my appointment at the the Rehabilitation Institute in Chicago. We got there in the nick of time. It's further to Chicago than I remember. The hospital is downtown Chicago. It had a great view of Lake Michigan...except today it was all fog...no lake. The building appeared very old but it was spotless clean.<br /><br />I really liked the doctor I saw...he was friendly and down to earth and honest. We started the appointment by giving my history which is no easy task. Wayne is always helpful in that area. The doctor examined me and then left the room while I got dressed and he figured out a game plan.<br /><br />He came back in and said you (me) have had pain for a long time. It has to have affected your psyche, hasn't it? Holding back tears I said yes, it sure does! He then said something I have never thought of. I had told him that the drip from the pain pump is at T12. He said if you have pain that badly then that pump isn't covering everything. He wants to find out what it is that causes the pain. He will do several lovely tests...an EMG and Facet Injection were 2 tests he mentioned.<br /><br />My job now is to gather information and mail it to him. He wants the report from when I went to Mayo Clinic last year and the reports from my last 2 MRI's. Then I'm to call him a week after he gets that and he will tell me what he wants to do first.<br /><br />So, we felt very hopeful all the way home and then when we got home it hit me HARD! I've had those tests done before...what is different? Wayne and I talked about that and ended up sobbing in each others arms. No more to say except to ask for prayer that I will accept this new game plan even though it has evidence of "old solutions".<br /><br />My Mom has had a really sore foot with a lump. It's been hard for her to even walk. She went to the doctor a couple of weeks ago. He said he thought there might be something inside the lump so had it x-rayed. The x-ray technician didn't see anything so he treated her with anti-biotics. Nothing has changed after a round of antibiotics and the swelling (and pain) was starting to go up her leg. She said he stood back and looked at it and said he still thought there was something inside that initial swelling. So he sliced it open and started looking and found a sliver of glass...the cause of everything. She's now taking anti-biotics again to fight any infection. He told her that he was praying that he'd find whatever it was and she was praying at the same time. They both agreed that it was an answer to prayer.<br /><br />BeckyRebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14218038846099685818noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20377889.post-10677359196229283412008-11-12T01:25:00.004-05:002008-11-12T03:01:58.648-05:00<div align="center">Kael wanted to show me his sad look:( I asked him what happened to his cheek</div><div align="center">and he told me his "broder did it". It's tough having those brothers ...even</div><div align="center">when they're younger.</div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtjWiZuQX3CQkB7FymjZP1eTUK9xS_79Ul8Os19XKgti9p8UvA2JwJHw5VZCDfSCOvYMO0mftl0nQftbFDVozNxprl6Qrpfkf2Bh4btem3fDkVTyoHyzhR3jJfmwlRyXIYDSXz1A/s1600-h/Beca+basketball+Nov+08+018.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267672804266369522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtjWiZuQX3CQkB7FymjZP1eTUK9xS_79Ul8Os19XKgti9p8UvA2JwJHw5VZCDfSCOvYMO0mftl0nQftbFDVozNxprl6Qrpfkf2Bh4btem3fDkVTyoHyzhR3jJfmwlRyXIYDSXz1A/s400/Beca+basketball+Nov+08+018.jpg" border="0" /></a> This is Kael's happy look!!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMk5aSVZcAw8UQIftWJx3akik4KCtt33wszh-eg_XUCjMhohDFhE8_9i71hvH9HHBeSOc11gkgaIq7QM4QiFM7xFyGA51WYn_3OflDt-C2R7_3XmzJSBWp_Iqkcb3ZajPpL1RprQ/s1600-h/Beca+basketball+Nov+08+017.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267672799913885298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMk5aSVZcAw8UQIftWJx3akik4KCtt33wszh-eg_XUCjMhohDFhE8_9i71hvH9HHBeSOc11gkgaIq7QM4QiFM7xFyGA51WYn_3OflDt-C2R7_3XmzJSBWp_Iqkcb3ZajPpL1RprQ/s400/Beca+basketball+Nov+08+017.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjULmcsLARe2gwtge8nVKYXxzPuFDJnNXiPlaaEACAhVTysME8sz_syGTnHqIz2w0s-ab7OmBXY1R_y15l0YdJJvKPqSPljdjQ8eOw8Gg79KqZxqT45JKWSQ6qxp0sE5XXaykXwuw/s1600-h/Beca+basketball+Nov+08+016.jpg"></a><br />We were at a basketball game watching Rhebeca. The only problem was that Rhebeca's team was playing Tyler's school. This look is real...not put on. He really got into the game and wanted his school to win! Katie said she text Tyler's Daddy and said you'd think it ws the Super owl s upset as he was getting. Tyler's little brother (Caden) is the one in the background sticking out his tongue.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ7sPNwgspewMma9GH2x5WHMBTYA1G8OUl_OU6bhUlYPjJ0vsH2tXJTUQumTi3vXuHf18S7KsxAN_IBZFhcwyW0DCn528s2wF_K9_HJGSYesyK4cIOjLESepERxbVPUiqvPL0K4g/s1600-h/Beca+basketball+Nov+08+016.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267671023277400386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ7sPNwgspewMma9GH2x5WHMBTYA1G8OUl_OU6bhUlYPjJ0vsH2tXJTUQumTi3vXuHf18S7KsxAN_IBZFhcwyW0DCn528s2wF_K9_HJGSYesyK4cIOjLESepERxbVPUiqvPL0K4g/s400/Beca+basketball+Nov+08+016.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Rhebeca is the one with the ball. I'm just SO proud of her!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxWBm2pGHs1fE35jYZxKHU0btiu-P41Y_vyeTpp3ov6psO3yYAOyzgmkey_6i_CXSfyufGN6tCOq-WWCAR7dsZEXsuWHtnZoavln6WLkExJxqT4z6kj0slzYgqfoffDboc1F37lA/s1600-h/Beca+basketball+Nov+08+010.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267671015738264466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxWBm2pGHs1fE35jYZxKHU0btiu-P41Y_vyeTpp3ov6psO3yYAOyzgmkey_6i_CXSfyufGN6tCOq-WWCAR7dsZEXsuWHtnZoavln6WLkExJxqT4z6kj0slzYgqfoffDboc1F37lA/s400/Beca+basketball+Nov+08+010.jpg" border="0" /></a>Beca is the one in the last row on the right hand side.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi42_Khlo4IbhMXi_Qp_O3G0AC3Wmi3S3Axzr0xhcN6vY6n-_O1_Hc99YMl97jUL99gGi4aE5wXAhlG5loTmQJoGhz4dGOSz3KOeWJKgLYqXGOEDjibaVmRbLlyovSfIEKeevBTJA/s1600-h/Beca+basketball+Nov+08+014.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267671012769622642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi42_Khlo4IbhMXi_Qp_O3G0AC3Wmi3S3Axzr0xhcN6vY6n-_O1_Hc99YMl97jUL99gGi4aE5wXAhlG5loTmQJoGhz4dGOSz3KOeWJKgLYqXGOEDjibaVmRbLlyovSfIEKeevBTJA/s400/Beca+basketball+Nov+08+014.jpg" border="0" /></a>Here she is...ready for the ball to be passed to her:) She just loves basketball and I'm so happy for her to find a good hobby that she's so passionate about.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7bzkURwlbfPbnLeqOyVjwXKBXVTJRJfTVjsRG47kg4wQu1dbAqHt-lEiKvWl1FHxAw-3t4gLekCFAw02WFj3NJG3nRylekehNTpF-qLDiX0wAkl-oWwC2bmw4EKU_8yHHv2DKBg/s1600-h/Beca+basketball+Nov+08+011.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267671009970399458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7bzkURwlbfPbnLeqOyVjwXKBXVTJRJfTVjsRG47kg4wQu1dbAqHt-lEiKvWl1FHxAw-3t4gLekCFAw02WFj3NJG3nRylekehNTpF-qLDiX0wAkl-oWwC2bmw4EKU_8yHHv2DKBg/s400/Beca+basketball+Nov+08+011.jpg" border="0" /></a> Bella was here for a short time today and the first thing she asked for was Papa Wayne. She just loves him.<br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvy7pAFNYql1FryezwPz3wqr4PK3hX40M8P5GcW-Qcq-Yzsmu8DpsCr1Qmcr6wmloDXgrHuYiaGFcwsSWsULBbwfGbTRzkmgspjEDjjK2dKV2vEErzMU4I5Gi_em0GmVMO3jZX6Q/s1600-h/Beca+basketball+Nov+08+001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267654601081138130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvy7pAFNYql1FryezwPz3wqr4PK3hX40M8P5GcW-Qcq-Yzsmu8DpsCr1Qmcr6wmloDXgrHuYiaGFcwsSWsULBbwfGbTRzkmgspjEDjjK2dKV2vEErzMU4I5Gi_em0GmVMO3jZX6Q/s400/Beca+basketball+Nov+08+001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14218038846099685818noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20377889.post-14066829843233513362008-11-09T23:21:00.006-05:002008-11-10T03:31:33.516-05:00<div style="text-align: center;">Jacob's 1st birthday<br />Do you think he likes cake?<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWJHn3gZ7uOey4XBiuyhQnT-SlnU1MzJAIU2bKsdCl-fRs2CSAY6kJzKFM_GZ8qrScXRR2lG7WmNxexs_9Bar92PgDm1LvyZ4ec-x3TJmACeBg3CZaHqz4fBks16RQRw6qwdFJnA/s1600-h/1eat+cake.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 391px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWJHn3gZ7uOey4XBiuyhQnT-SlnU1MzJAIU2bKsdCl-fRs2CSAY6kJzKFM_GZ8qrScXRR2lG7WmNxexs_9Bar92PgDm1LvyZ4ec-x3TJmACeBg3CZaHqz4fBks16RQRw6qwdFJnA/s400/1eat+cake.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266942919595951938" border="0" /></a><br />Jacob driving at a fair in Tennessee...he seems to be enjoying<br />himself and he picked the backseat himself.<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTyKkydRMReZYy_OohXAwFnrAGIZXVB2XlMlh2rL4rBhjg4_1UK32WEwCDM-ThrcxTV0US33p6hQWXi4KxCjYyNYWFq1aVKIR3hgjv-6etvY9A49weO4vI0_aV-BCJCYdntUbnmQ/s1600-h/backseat+driver.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 387px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTyKkydRMReZYy_OohXAwFnrAGIZXVB2XlMlh2rL4rBhjg4_1UK32WEwCDM-ThrcxTV0US33p6hQWXi4KxCjYyNYWFq1aVKIR3hgjv-6etvY9A49weO4vI0_aV-BCJCYdntUbnmQ/s400/backseat+driver.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266942913026716194" border="0" /></a><br />It's been a while since I posted. I tried a couple of times and things are a little different so I just gave up!<br /><br />I was supposed to go to Chicago on the 20th of October. Unfortunately I was too sick to go. I was was very sick to my stomach. I had the flu and pneumonia shot the day before and don't know if that was part of reason?? Anyway, there was no way that I could have gone. I am now scheduled to go to Chicago for an evaluation on December 9th. I am a little scared to hear what they have to say about my condition and also a little hopeful that they might help me.<br /><br />My Dad went through renal failure and staph infection in his blood last week. He hung on by just a thread. He wanted someone there with him and my mom stayed the 1st night and my brother came up from Indianapolis and spent the next night with him. These are the times I wish my health was better so I could help my family in a time of need! I am happy to say that his appitite has returned and he is on the mend. He gave us all a real scare.Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14218038846099685818noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20377889.post-76704251321115038222008-10-26T11:48:00.002-04:002008-10-26T12:24:00.380-04:00Yesterday was one of those days that are totally worthless....at least I feel that way. I woke up at 6:00 with strong muscle spasms that are located in my tailbone but my spasms are so strong that they make my whole body spasm. I waited an hour and moved around to see if the spasms would let up but they just got stronger. I finally gave in and took the medication and after I take that it is sleepy time. Well, the spasms lasted all day and I had to take meds 3 times. They finally went away around 10:00 pm.<br /><br />I was so disappointed because I had wanted to go to my Aunt's 85th birthday party at Beef O Brady's. I haven't seen all that side of the family since I got sick about 10 years ago. I was really close to my cousins growing up. We always had a good time together.<br /><br />Today is a big day for me...ha ha!! I get to go to WalMart and maybe the Scrapbook Store. Wayne had to work this morning but should be back around 1:30....and I'll be ready!!Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14218038846099685818noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20377889.post-72976486037453030162008-10-24T18:32:00.009-04:002008-11-12T03:11:37.216-05:00Finally!!...I have had a hard time getting in the post area of the blog. Maybe that's because it's been so long since I posted.<br /><br />What's new? Lots:)<br /><br />I had a root canal and 2 teeth pulled and a bridge work done at the dentist. This dentist is so good that I only had to take one pain pill for the pain. What I like the most is that the dentist uses conscious sedation. I was in the dentist chair for 3 hours and it seemed like a few minutes...it's the way to go for me!!<br /><br />I have an apointment on Thursday of next week in Chicago at the Rehabilitation Center. They will do a physical exam and decide if they can help me. I believe that if they think they can help me I will stay there for a couple of weeks. I will have 3 hours of physical therapy every day...ugh! If I do go there I will have to find a way to get a laptop computer. Then I can use the computer while I have ice packs after therapy....just joking but may be a reality. I was a little bit relieved when they told Wayne that it would be different types of therapy...physical, occupational and etc.<br /><br /><br /><br />I have noticed that I have really taken a step in my abilities. I am having a hard time keeping up on my design projects. Thankfully the leaders are very understanding telling me to just do what I can get done and don't worry about it. That takes off a lot of pressure.Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14218038846099685818noreply@blogger.com0