Tuesday, May 28, 2013

I Went To The Toyota Dealership And All I Got Was A Dang Coffee Mug

So, how was your holiday weekend?  Mine was loads for fun.  My cousin April is in town for a couple of weeks, and I promise we have planned some great field trips for your reading adventure.  

But first.  I must discuss with you my trip to the local Toyota Dealership last Wednesday.  

You know how you and your significant other are sitting there at night, just watching the local news, and they flash a little sign thing that says, "TEXT SUCH AND SUCH NUMBER WITH THE MESSAGE SO AND SO, TO WIN THIS OR THAT"?  First of all, you are frantically trying to remember the 5 digit number they flashed to text them to.  Come on, get with the program Dazee.

What was the text and who was it to?  It was to the local Fox TV station, Fox 13, and they were giving away a Toyota RAV4.  I entered it, thinking to myself, well that was a waste of time, but what the heck, if you don't try, you won't win.  Much to my amazement, I got a phone call from the station the following week telling me that I was one of the lucky 40 that had been selected to go to the dealership to see if I could win it.  After picking my jaw up off the floor, I gave her my email address so she could send me the rules and regulations.

But wait, out of those 40, they would draw out 27 numbers, and you didn't even get to try  to win the car.  You were just out.  Dang, the pressure.  

When it was sign in time, I was assigned number 10.  I wore my number proudly.  My number was not called.  I started hyperventilating.  I was going to be one of the lucky 13 that got to draw a key and see if it set off the alarm.  

Sidebar:  This is especially a car I would like to win, because we are selling my car because of the job situation for the money, so another car would come in handy. 

It was my turn to be on live TV.  I get really nervous and silly when I'm uncomfortable.  I recorded the news that morning in case I was one of the lucky ones.  It was my turn to choose a key, walk up to the RAV4, and push the panic button.

(I took these pictures off of my TV, so sorry about the quality)

Pushing the panic button

As you can tell, the alarm did not sound

The camera man thought that I was a good person to keep the camera on.
Me walking away 

Continuing to walk, camera man in tow

Me getting my wonderful parting gift.

It was fun, but I was super sad I didn't win.  But April, Mr Dazee, my daughter and her kids got a tremendous kick out of my pouty lip.  

I did try to get one of the office chairs out of the manager of the dealership.  They were freaking comfortable.  I was working it people.  He of course was having nothing to do with it.  I was like, oh come on, what's another 100 dollar chair, you just gave away an expensive car.  The jerk.  I even mentioned the word, 'FREE ADVERTISING' on my blog.  Too bad so sad, he ain't getting it now.

Wednesday, May 22, 2013

The Revolving Hospital Door - A Soap Opera

***Cue Soap Opera Music***

Scene One
End of September, 2012.   My brother Jeff is life-flighted to a hospital in Idaho Falls, while vacationing in Yellowstone.  Traveled with my sister up to Idaho to be with him and his wife until he could come home.

***Commercial Break***

Scene Two, Three, Four and Five
Starting at the beginning of December 2012, my mom went in for a hip revision because she fell and broke the hip replacement that was done 2 years earlier.  Got into surgery, was full of infection, didn't put any type of hip back in, closed her up, sent her to a care center for 3 weeks.  Beginning of January 2013, she went in for the revision.  Two weeks later, said revision popped out whilst she was sleeping.  Was sent back to the hospital to have it crammed put back into place, stayed overnight.  Three weeks later, the lovely hip popped out again.  Another round of getting the sucker back into place.  Told that if it pops out again, time for another surgery with a full new hip replacement.  Good times.

***Commercial Break***

Scene 6
February 28, 2013.  Four year old Alyssa, my cousin April's little girl is diagnosed with  diabetes.  I make the frantic trip to Idaho to be with them and help out with the learning of all things diabetes.  Spent 4 days, many hours and shed numerous tears during that stay.

***Commercial Break***

Scene 7
March 22, 2013, I got to visit the local emergency room with a huge bad horrible pain in my right side.  I was diagnosed with cirrhosis of the liver.  And not the kind most people get.  It is called NASH with is for non-alcoholic people, and some people with diabetes, like myself, get this form.  

***Commercial Break***

Scene 8
May 13, 2013.  Get the dreaded phone call before 7 in the AM.  Mom's hip has popped out again.  She will not allow my dad to call 9-1-1 so she calls me.  I have been commissioned to be the ambulance and get her to the hospital.  Not a easy task when said hip is out of it's socket.  Spend the morning in the ER.  Find out her surgeon is out of the country until the week of the 27th.  Yippy-ya-hooey.  His assistant came into the ER and crammed got that baby back in place.  Sent her upstairs to our favorite floor and favorite personnel.  Got fitted with a icky brace to try to keep the hip in place till next week, when she is scheduled for a whole new replacement.  Let the good times roll.

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Things I have learned
Get to know the employees at the hospital when you are there.  Be nice to them.  They will be nice back.  They will remember you and treat your mom or loved ones even better.

If you are "under the influence", DO NOT call an ambulance to take you to the hospital.  While in the ER the other day, a person, we will call her a woman, because she was no lady, was brought in 2 rooms away.   She told them she didn't want see a doctor.  She was told, if she is brought in by ambulance or paramedics, she has to be seen.  She got very belligerent.  Even tho I am one of the best at all things sailor swear words, she was outdoing me.  Was calling the doctors and police officers all kinds of nice words that I have never heard before.  I think they finally carted her off to jail for DUI.

When you become my age, all doctors look like they are still in high school.  Get used to it.

But the most important thing, try to keep a positive outlook.  There will be those that will say mean things to you, and say you are not doing a good job.  You can only do so much.  One trip to the hospital in a year is enough for a lot of people.  I have spent the last 7 months in and out of them.  I got tired.  I got upset.  I cried.  But I learned things about all of the people I helped that I might not have if I hadn't had that experience.  

***Roll Credits***
I would like to thank all the doctors, nurses and care givers at the hospitals in

Eastern Idaho Regional Medical Center, Idaho Falls, Idaho
Intermountain Healthcare LDS Hospital, Salt Lake City, Utah
St. Luke's Magic Valley Medical Center,  Twin Falls, Idaho
Intermountain Healthcare Riverton Hospital, Riverton, Utah

I met people at all of these hospitals that I will never forget.  They even put up with my weird sense of humor, and that's saying a ton.

Monday, May 13, 2013

Reality Blog Award

*** Stepping Up To Microphone ***

Ummm, hi.  I would like to thank Joey at Joey's Pad for passing on the Reality Blog Award to one of his favorite people.  Ok, probably just in my mind, but heck, I'll take it.

Of course, he wants to know things about me that could be exciting for you to know about me as well.  

All I can say is, grab your favorite drink, sit down, keep your arms and legs inside, and have fun.

1.  If you could change one thing in your life, what would it be?
Honestly, I wouldn't want to change anything.  Except for maybe learning a little bit earlier in life, that we are given experiences to learn and grow from.  I also believe that we are sometimes given things, say like my diabetes, to someday be able to help others with the same disease.  Of which is the case with my cwason's four year old daughter who was diagnosed with it a couple of months ago.  I was able to help both her and her daughter through the learning process of testing and shooting up.  

2.  If you could repeat any age, which would it be?
When I was a elementary school age kid, grades 4 through 6, we would go out during recess and play Lost In Space.  The TV show was big then.  (this was in the late 60's, give me a break)  We would climb up to the top of the monkey bars,
Sit on the top of them and pretend we were the Robinson family.  Aaahhhh, to go back to those days, just once, would be a little piece of heaven.

3.  What really scares you?
 Terrified.  Scream.  Jump up on chairs, pee myself.  
Yeah.  Did I mention I'm scared of mice?

4.  If you could be someone else for a day, who would you be?
I have no idea why this one keeps popping in my head but I'm just going to put it out there.
Lady Godiva
(not to be confused with lady Gaga)
Yup, there I am, all blond and skinny and riding the horse naked through the streets.  Maybe it's because she didn't care what the world thought.  She was her own person.  But then, I'm not a huge history buff, so I might be wrong about why she did it, but still.  La-de-da, not a care in the world.  

Ok, pull your eyes away from my nakedness........ 
I must now give this award to some people.  A lot of times I don't do that because, well, I want anyone who wants to have the award to have it.  But I'm going to give it to some people today that I think deserve it.

Her blog is all about keeping it real.  Except when she is trying her hardest to make me jealous of the big get togethers around the bonfire.  Not nice Angel, not nice.

She is one of the sweetest people I know.  

She has a sense of humor that gets me every time.  

Kim has a way of letting me know, that I can be the best mom I can be.  The things that she has had to go through in her life, make me wonder if I could ever be as good as her.

There.  Now go check out these ladies.  You will be glad that you did.

Thursday, May 9, 2013

You're So Vain..... I Bet You Think That Post Was About You

Guess What?   It Wasn't you.....Major Sunshine.  Nope,  it had nothing to do with you and your mother.  But heck, I've certainly enjoyed all the awful comments you made to me and my friends.  As I was told, a long time ago, don't talk to me, read me, or follow me.  I haven't.  You bloggers aren't worth my eyesight.  Too bad you can't follow your own rules. 

So in honor of your vainness, I dedicate this song to you and yours.

If you are smart enough, in place of "song", just insert "post"

To all other people that are reading this.  Please enjoy the song. 

Monday, May 6, 2013

Are You Your Own Person.......Or Are You A Follower

Never fear, I am still alive and well.  As I left you last time, I was in the ER.  I haven't seen a specialist yet, because, well, I have no insurance, and I have to get spa-cial permission to see one.  Hip Hip Hooray for the U.S. of A.

But alas, I am not going to talk about that today. 

I am going to talk about friendship.  

There are different kinds of friends. 

 Those that will be by your side, no matter what, through thick and thin.  

Those that are fair weather friends.  When times get bad, they are gone-zo.  

Then there are those that "pretend" to be your friend, all the while just waiting for the exact moment that they will stab you in the back.
But even worse are those friends that will not stand up and be their own person.  

"Gosh, if so and so finds out that I'm still your friend, he/she will treat me just the same as they are treating you".

I will be accused for defriending people on facebook, because of one person.  It is true.  I did.  Only because I know how this person is.  And the "followers" that will report back.  Why?  Because they are afraid that if they don't, they will fall over the side of the same boat.  I was sucked into a world of make believe.  

A true friend, does not say things to your face, and then turn around and tell everyone else how they really feel.  "I can't believe that this person is with this person".  "This person is a harlot".  "This person is a drunk".  Really?  Take a good look at yourself in the mirror. 

I am not perfect.  I want true friends.  I don't play in the high school years like a lot of people.  

Yes, I have hidden the last 6 months.  The real me got upset.  I lost my mojo.  I was afraid of the witch.  Not anymore.  My true friends know how I really am.  My fake friends, go to the place of the one that will ruin your life.  

Yes, I truly do have 3 sides.

1.  The quiet, sweet side.  
I will sit back, see how things are, and go from there.  

2.  The fun and crazy side.
My true friends have seen this side.  We laugh and giggle and just enjoy being together.  

3.  The side you never want to see.
I promise you, if you were to see this side, you would not come out in very good shape.  I have been know to have someone pulled out of a class, and read the riot act in front of said class.  I, unlike you, will tell you once, and then forever never talk to you again.  I will not ever talk about you behind your back.  I won't waste my time with you.  You are not worth it.  You are a sorry excuse of a human being.

I'm searching for my mojo.  I want to get back to being my weird self.  Finding the funny in things around me.  

All I can hope is, be your own person.  Don't let one person tell you how you have to be, for fear that you will become the next victim.   Because I promise you, IT WILL HAPPEN. When you least expect it.