Yep, It's a Snowstorm

The view from my front door:
The view from my back door:
The snow is still coming down, too. We'll end up with an inch or two before it's over, which is a very big deal down here.

Not much on the streets right now, but they're wet, and considering the temps are supposed to drop into the teens tonight, they'll make a fine skating rink in the morning. I called our choir director and suggested he get our minister to go ahead and cancel services in the morning and call one of the local news stations to scroll the closing across the bottom of the screen as many other churches have been doing. Seemed like free publicity to me. So far he hasn't bitten. Most great ideas really aren't appreciated. :)

As for us and our snow day, Oscar is napping, Richard is assembling some Ikea furniture we procured last weekend, and I'm working on some cross stitch ornaments for this year's ornament exchange. Oh, and laundry. I'm loving my new Ikea laundry cart that I got. I think it's my new best friend. :)

By the way, when you say your prayers tonight, I'd appreciate it if you could include one for my friend Sandra, who is caring for her mother Frances. Frances is almost 90 and is ill, and things aren't looking good right now. They could both use a little extra support, and I'd appreciate it.

Snow Watch '08

We're on an official Snow Watch here around the ATL. For those of you in the northern climate, for whom snow is a regular occurrance, I'm sure this is quite odd. But for those of us born and raised in the south, snow is a Big Thing. We just completely lose our minds over it, because we so rarely see it. Grown people get positively giddy at the thought of a couple of inches of snowfall.

For those of you who don't know, we've got a few rules here for handling potential snowstorms. (Let me define a southern snowstorm for you: it snows a couple of inches -- 4 if it's a blizzard -- and it's generally gone by the next day). First, you have to make a run to your nearest grocery store and buy enough milk and bread to do for at least a couple of weeks. I don't know why you have to stock up that much, but you just do.

Because here in the south, we generally stay home for the day it snows. And lest you Northerners (note my extreme restraint in not using the term "Yankee" -- I'm married to a Yankee, by the way) snerk at our reasoning for staying home, I'll list the next few rules of southern snowstorms:

a. There's always a layer of ice under the snow.
b. You can't drive on ice.
c. See a and b once again if you don't believe me
d. The entire state of Georgia probably has one snowplow and it's in "the mountains"
e. Go back to a and b.

So, we all stay home, watch the anchors on tv become completely ridiculous with the snow coverage ("We'll go to Jim up in Gwinnett County who says there's at least two flakes up there now!"), and we watch all the transplanted northerners who haven't learned these rules and think we're just scared of a little snow get out and try to drive in it. By the way, my client who is an auto body shop just *loves* these people. Business is always up for him after a snowstorm.

I don't want to make light of everything -- there are some dangers inherent in this too. Our neighborhoods are covered with pine trees that just love to snap when they're covered with ice and snow (they sound just like shotguns when they do that), and quite often they take power lines with them, so you have to be sure to have plenty of battery operated lights available. And logs for the fireplace aren't a bad idea either. Plus, I sure wouldn't want to be one of the people like my friend Vicky, a nurse, who *has* to get to work through the ice and the crazies.

We had a little taste of snow yesterday -- covered the grass but didn't get on the roads. Tomorrow night it's supposed to come down again, so we'll see what happens. Forecasting a southern snowstorm is about as easy as predicting what a dachshund will decide to do when you call him. We all know that's a bit of an iffy proposition. :) But just to be on the safe side, we went to the store tonight and bought bread and milk.....

Never give out your address unless you know why

This is Bob:Bob is my business partner. We've known each other for about 10 years now. Actually, he's more like the big brother I never had. The most frequent phrase heard around the office is "Bite me". Bob's an ordained minister, which is good, because he prays for my soul constantly (and those of you who know me know I'm in desperate need of that).

So yesterday afternoon, Bob calls and asks for my address, which I found strange because I got a Christmas card from him this year. But he said he couldn't find it, so I gave it to him anyway.

I was home, talking to Richard, when I looked out the window. I said "there's something in the yard." This is what I found:My first thought: Bob.

It was a pretty dramatic statement, and actually, it was pretty darn funny. Haven't heard from my neighbors yet....
But isn't it cute when a skunk says you're beautiful???

'Nuff Said

moar cute puppy pictures

It's been a good half century

I'll be 50 tomorrow. The big 5-0. Half a century old. Jeepers, did I just type that???

A lot of people go through a major freak-out or life crisis right about now. I just don't see the point. I'm surrounded by my hubby, the love of my life, who has been with me for over half of those 50 years, if you count the time we were friends, then dating and engaged and married. I've got the best group of friends anyone could ever ask for. My mom is still here with me. I have the world's best dog. I'm my own boss in a job I enjoy (most of the time).

I'm not saying there aren't some bumps along the way. Life wouldn't be life without 'em. It really sucked when my dad got the brain tumor. I think that's about the worst thing I've had happen to me so far. I still miss him so much every day it hurts. But that's the way things are supposed to go, right? Children are supposed to outlive their parents. This will be my 6th birthday without him here, not that I'm counting or anything.

But outside of that, things are pretty darn good. So tomorrow I'll celebrate making it this far, and I'll celebrate the years to come and hope that there are a lot of them in front of me. I'll be with hubby and friends, and later in the week I'll go see my mom.

So it's all good. Really.

An Update and Christmas Wishes

It's been a week and a half since my surgery, and it's time to get online and give all of you an update. First of all, thanks to all of you for your good thoughts and prayers my way. As it turns out, evidently somewhere along the line the MRI was misread, and the tear in the rotator cuff wasn't nearly as severe as they feared. So my time in the sling is not 5 weeks (as a matter of fact, I'm out of it right now as I type to you), and I'm beginning exercises now to get back in shape. I've still got a steep road of rehab in front of me, but it's not nearly as bad as we all thought.

Richard, in his own unique way, decided to document my surgery for me and for everyone. Here I am pre-op, waiting to go in: He said the thermometer on my forehead indicated I was about "medium rare" at this point. The incredibly cute sheep (dubbed "Lambie Pie" by Horace, my mom's minister, who was there with us to stay with my mom and who is an incredibly good guy all around) is a gift from DF Andy, who saw it and knew it had to come live with me -- when you pet it, it moves and "baaaa"s.

What the thermometer didn't indicate was the thundering migraine I woke up with that morning. At the time this picture was taken, it was about 11:15, and they had promised someone would be in with something for it. Notice the smile. That's because I believed them. At 12:30 when they came to get me, I still hadn't seen anyone, and the smile had turned to tears. When the nurse in the holding area said she was sorry I was so upset, I calmly explained that my head was about to pound off, that I had (if she would look at my record) a history of migraine, and they had *promised* someone would be there to give me something. At which point the anesthesiologist showed up, and I explained that were I home, I had Imitrex I would have taken that would have taken care of it, to which he replied: "Well, you should have gone ahead and taken it."

What??? Am I the only person on earth who understands what "Nothing by mouth after midnight" means?? Hel-lo?? Am I crazed to not want to mix drugs when they're giving me **more** at the hospital???

I was quite proud of not decking him with my good arm. Besides, he was the one in control of the narcotics at that point.

So they put some combo of something in the IV that caused a nice nap, and when I woke up, I looked like this:Admittedly, not my best moment. Give me points for actually publishing this. Most people have destroyed all pictures that look like they've been on a 3 day bender. Mine was only a 3 hour one.

So, recovery is going pretty well. I can get my arm up over my head (bringing it down is a new adventure in pain), and while I had hoped to avoid PT, I'm afraid that I'm resigned to the fact that I'm going to have to do it. I still can't stitch -- pulling the needle through the fabric moves the shoulder too much and is painful, but I've found that I can hold the arm stationary and knit a bit. To that end, I give you two completed projects: My first knitted dishcloths, which I have given to my mom. I'm starting to like knitting dishcloths.... got some yarn and a pattern for a Dale Jr #88 cloth to work on over the holidays. The dishcloths are relatively low concentration and quick gratification, so they're what my attention span craves these days.

Before the surgery I finished this baby sweater for my friend Toni's daughter's little one who is scheduled to make his/her debut in January:The parents elected not to know the sex of the child before it was born, but both of them went to UGA. At great personal cost, this die-hard Georgia Tech alumna knit a red and black Bulldog sweater to please them. *sigh* The sacrifices we make for friends, eh?? :)

Richard, Oscar and I are ensconced at my mom's here on Christmas Eve. We'd like to wish all of you who celebrate as we do a very Merry Christmas. To the rest of you, may you have a happy and safe holiday season.

I hate whiny people....

....but I fear I'm about to become one.

It's been one of those days. I'm trying to get a ton of things done before surgery next week. One of the things on my list was to get a business license for our new business location in Woodstock. Being the good little researcher I am, I pulled up "Cherokee County Business License" on the web (being that Woodstock is located in Cherokee County) and it told me I needed to go to Canton. So off I went. Circled the administrative complex a few times before finding a parking spot and went in to talk to the helpful people there only to find out...

...I was in the wrong spot. Evidently our new business address is within the city limits of Woodstock, so I needed to go to the Woodstock city hall to get the license. Back in the Hummer I go to Woodstock city hall, only to find out....

...I was still in the wrong spot. You get a business license in Woodstock down the road near the fire station in some other building. Back in the Hummer I go to this other building where this nice lady says "Oh, you're the one from Creekstone, right?" (Evidently the people in Canton had called ahead.) I'm finally in the right place. We're filling out the application when the very nice lady says "Did you know the state has dissolved your corporation?" WHAT?!?!?!?!!!!

Well, it seems the state didn't send me the paperwork to pay them the lousy $30 dollars I had to pay for corporate registration one year, so they did me the fine honor of deciding I no longer wanted to be incorporated. Keep in mind that this paperwork consists of one easily lost in the incredibly efficient postal system postcard (Remember how in previous posts I said I didn't trust the post office? This is why.).

The nice lady at the business license office took my license application and fees, but explained that it would be held until I straightened this fine mess out. When I got home, I contacted the Secretary of State's office and yes, there's even more paperwork, which I asked them to please expedite because of my operation next week. We'll see.

Well, since the business license office was near The Whole Nine Yarns, I decided to stop by for a short visit. Yeah, I bought yarn. And joined the new sock club. Seemed the prudent thing to do at the time. :) But my day of adventure wasn't over. As I was backing out of my parking space, a young mother lost control of her 2 to 3 year old darling daughter/kid/spawn of Satan who dashed out into the parking place where my MOVING HUMMER was. Trying to see the kid, I did not notice the Honda parked directly behind me (not in a parking space, might I add, and any of you who know that parking lot know that it probably shouldn't have been parked there, but I digress).

Hummer 1, Honda 0.

There was a "K1P1" tag on the Honda, so I guessed the owner was in the yarn shop. Went back in and announced I'd just hit the Honda belonging to a knitter, and I was sorry, but I figured better it than the kid (and curiously enough, that whole family disappeared into thin air after the "crunch"). The lady was very nice about it, and we exchanged insurance info and I called my agent. Not a scratch on the Hummer, BTW. There are certain benefits to driving a street-legal tank.

I figured after that I'd better head home and put my head under the covers. Many of you know that December's not my favorite month. Is today some kind of omen to warn me to reschedule the procedure next week???