Wednesday, August 31, 2016

My New Pet Alfred..........

Oh my gosh you guys.  I have some very, very important news to share with you.  After many years of not having a pet, I decided to bring a new one into my home.  


Isn't he just the cutest thing ever!!!!!

He has been the best pet.  Always there for me, no matter where I go in the house.  Sitting by the computer, surfing the web.

Sometimes, even laying his little head on my leg, keeping me company.  

Of course, he kind of acts like a child and follows me into the bathroom.  "Dazee, Dazee, don't leave me", I hear in his little fly voice.

Other times, he will sit, ready to pounce on my food, trying his hardest not to eat it, until I'm done and move the plate over to him.  If I am feeling nice, I will drop little morsels for him to snack on.

I really don't like it when he gets a smidge mad at me and hits me in the face.  We've had to have a little sit down talk about it, and I've told him more than once I'm going to swat his little butt if he doesn't behave.  He had to go out to the tree and bring me a swatter that I can keep around me to remind him of our deal.

Of course, his favorite time with me is when its time for bed.  I get all settled in, my eyes, drowsy, ready to hit dreamland, and I hear his little voice whispering in my, buzz, buzz.  

Oh Alfred, I fear our time together will be short.  I will surely won't miss you, my friend, but all good times must come to an end.

Friday, August 19, 2016

My Own Personal Olympics


Wow, I can't believe it has been over a year since I've written on here.  A lot has happened in that time. But alas, I'm not going to bore you with all the details.  You're Welcome.

Hmmmm, where should I begin my summer Olympic montage. July 13.  Got on a Delta Airline Flight with my mom and cousin.  Flew to Missouri to visit my sister Emily.  We were there for a week.

In the days before we came home, I decided it was time for my own personal Olympics.  I know you are all wondering what my specialty is.  It is the


Round One  
Slipping on water in front of the fridge  

I received a 7.5 for my effort because I didn't make it to the ground.  But they added a point because I did hit my head on the cabinet and drew blood.  

Round Two
Falling out of bed

This takes a lot more skill then slipping on water.  You must be positioned just right to fall, on your bad neurophathy side, and hit the floor with a scream.  I received an 8.5 because I incurred a half point penalty for not hitting my head, and a full point for not being able to get up off the floor by myself.  

Round Three
Falling on concrete garage floor

This is by far the hardest (no pun intended) round.  Coming home during a torrential rain storm, I decided to wait in the car until it subsided.  After 10 minutes, I felt I could get into the house even with the small amount of rain coming down.  Now remember, I am using my crutches, so that is an enhancement to the score.  I make it just to the door of the garage.  I put my crutches on the inside of the door, when all the sudden, they slipped on the water that my sis and cousin brought into the garage.  

You guessed it.  SLIP.  FALLING, FALLING, FALLING.  They say before you die you see your life in slow motion.  Well, I didn't die, but I saw myself falling in slow motion.  Again, all the following happened on my right side.  Hey, when you are good at the Tricathlon, you are good.  The position I landed in was, stomach area on the plate between the outside and the inside of the garage.  Legs out on the driveway.  Flat.  Body careening to the floor.  Right arm hitting the cement on the elbow.

 (This is the slow motion part)  Hit my forehead, then my eye socket, then my cheek bone, then the final hit, my lip with my tooth biting it.  

Much running by sister and cousin to help.  Mom, who also was sitting in the car because she didn't want to fall due to both her hips having replacements, jumps out of the car.  She proceeds to cover my legs with an umbrella so they won't get wet.  They all try for, oh about 10 to 15 minutes, to help me get up.  Finally my niece goes and gets my walker.  They put towels under both my knees because I can't get on them otherwise.  Finally I'm up and hobbling into the house.  

I received the highest score they have ever seen in this race.  A 12.5.  I got extra points for falling on my face with no shattered bones.  


We came home on Wednesday, and on the following Monday I'm still in a lot of pain on my upper thigh where the fun loving femur bone is.  I started worrying that I might have fractured it.  So I went in to have it looked at at the local Instacare.  They took xrays.  No fracture, but the doctor says, "girl, I don't know how you are still walking".   "You need to go see an orthopedic surgeon."  Go in about 10 days later, cuz yeah, sometimes you just have to wait for an appointment.  

They do an xray.  Low and behold, the doctor pulls up my xray, and there it is.  My hip is bad.  In his words, extreme.  Need a hip replacement.  Not only do I need a hip replacement, but it isn't the normal. 

Most the time when someone needs a hip replacement the hip ball and socket are bone on bone going up as you can see from the following photo I found on google.

Not this girl.  I have to do everything the hard way.  My ball has protruded into and through my pelvic bone.  

The doctor said he sees it but not very often.  It will be a little bit longer of a surgery.  

I guess that it was a good thing I did my own special Olympics.  Sometimes you have to think of things that happen in your life as a positive.  I'm not happy I fell, but I am happy that some of my pain will get better.  

Thursday, March 12, 2015

There Are Angels Among Us

Dear Readers,

Once upon a time, there was a beautiful person named Dazee.  

For a very long time, she knew that she had a gift, but was afraid that others would laugh and ridicule her.  She suppressed her gift and went on with her life.  

One day, she decided that it was more important to help others, rather than be scared.  She knew that the devil on her shoulder was responsible for the negative thoughts that were going on in her head about her gift.  She pushed that negative thing off her shoulder and wonderful things started to happen.

Now she is going to share things on her blog about things that are happening and how she can be of help.  She will be writing about dreams, angels, archangels and guardian angels.

Of course, not all of her posts will be about this, but it is something she is really passionate about.



I am now going to share an experience I had.  I have gotten permission from the person involved in this.  No names will be used to protect the innocent.  (always wanted to say that, since all my favorite shows are concerning murder and mayhem)

One night I had a dream.  I dreamed of a person that I usually don't dream about.  Whenever I have dreams like that, I will text, email, or call said person to just check in and see if everything is ok in their lives.

I called this person and asked how things were.  Things were well, and so I related the dream, and what had happened in it.  I then said to please be very careful that weekend as I was concerned about their welfare.  We ended the conversation with thanks for the warning and I would be kept posted.

We hung up and the weekend went on.  On that Saturday night, about 2 in the morning, I got a text saying that horrible things were happening and please pray for their well being.  But most importantly, I was told that without my warning, they wouldn't have been "on their toes".

Yes I dream, but I also am able to connect with things going on around us.  You don't have to believe, I'm ok with that, but I want others to feel and understand what is going on in their lives.  

I will be talking about the Archangels, Guardian Angels (we all have them) and experiences that show our loved ones are around us.

I am here to help.  I have turned on comment moderation so that comments will not post until I read them in case I am asked personal questions that you have.  

May your day be full of Love and Light.

Wednesday, November 26, 2014

So I Snuck Into My Kitchen..........

As you may or may not know, my father passed away this past April.  He was in a care center, so about a month before he went to the great beyond, my mother was moved into my house.  She has her own living quarters.  It has a nice size family room, a walk in closet, a bedroom with more closets and a really nice size bathroom.  

The only thing she needs to share with us is the kitchen and laundry room.  She even has her own entrance into her place, so people that just want to see her don't have to bother us.

I am now the caretaker for my mom.  Some times are good, sometimes are not so good, and sometimes things just crack me up.

I'm going to do a weekly report on being a caretaker.  I know many of you might be responsible for your aging parents, or very ill children so I would like to make this a forum to discuss and just be there for each other.

This week's subject is going to be

Sneaking Into Your Own Kitchen

The other night, after spending a good amount of time with mom, I waited and waited till I heard her go into her place and shut the door.  I stealthfully made my approach to the kitchen to get a piece of homemade chocolate cake.  (yes, she made homemade cake, you can be jealous)  I had just about made my escape, when out of the blue her door opens and she comes out.  What the??????

Since when is it a crime to GO TO MY OWN KITCHEN, AND EAT WHATEVER I WANT???

I guess maybe it is my own fault, letting it make me feel that way.  Gone are the days of just doing what I want, when I want, and not getting the "mother evil eye".  I have found out that mom has a bigger sweet tooth than me.  I was eating her stash.  (Help me)

Have you had any funny experiences being a caretaker?