That is what I need. I don't like the new doctor's new message, so the logical solution is find a new doctor, right?
So, this all started back in September when I got the news that my fasting blood sugar was higher than the normal range. (I covered the call in That Day.) Well, I trust my female doctor 110%. He is the one doctor that I have seen from the beginning of living in Austin. So, I trust his recommendation compared with the other doctors I have visited with off and on for colds since moving here.
Well, today was the day that I visited the new doctor. Don't get me wrong, she is a really nice lady. However, have you ever gone into an appointment thinking you know how it is going to turn out and then live in total denial when the answers were so not what you were thinking? That they have to be off their rocker and refuse to change? That there was me.
So, the message? While I have not officially been diagnosed with Diabetes, my life needs to change. I need to start living like I have Diabetes, starting now and in the end, by living like I have it, I may be able to avoid being diagnosed as having. Let's be clear, Dr. Bartos is NOT kidding around on this! I had to make an appointment for three months out in which I have to go in and she will check my progress. Let's not kid ourselves either, this is not a two appointment deal with her. No, I have to go in to see her every three months for the next year. WTF! Really? I mean, I have to sacrifice my doughnuts for breakfast? No more snacks from the vending machine (cause I know they are not diabetes friendly)? How does a diabetic survive the monthly chocolate attacks?
I know, it's my life we are talking about. I realize that while I am not at my heaviest weight, I am still 50 lbs heavier than high school and 40 lbs heavier than my best in shape college body. I know that given my Grammy and Mom are Type 2 diabetics and my Uncle and little brother are Type 1 diabetics the odds are in my favor. Anyone that knows my mom, Grammy and little brother would look at them and say they do not fit the mold for someone that is a diabetic. Yep, those are my genes that I inherited.
I had a long talk with my mom tonight about it all. Obviously making the right choices is something that I was raised around but never really had to think about them. My mom has been around the block a few times with diabetes, she agreed with what Dr. Bartos was saying and her approach. Momma knows best and reminded me that if I follow Weight Watchers like I should be, I will be living like a diabetic.
So tomorrow begins the change of Part III of my healthy life. (Part I was free for all and Part II was living limited-Lactose diet.) Tomorrow beings a new journey living like I am a diabetic in the hopes that I do not have to hear that I am Diabetic and rendered to a life of pin pricks, medication and trying to control my levels. I know that I am going to make mistakes along the way as I learn to make better choices. I know that I am going to have failures and successes when I am with friends and in social settings. But, I also realize that I am going to lose weight along the way and will be living a healthier life.
So, here is to Dr. Bartos seeing a little less of me in three months and an A1C number that declares I am not diabetic!
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
Back in the right direction
Well last week I failed to blog about my Weight Watcher's update. I don't know if it was a "forgot", so much as didn't wanted to admit. It wasn't pretty. I was up. I realized I can't have a free for all weekend and still hope that the rest of the week makes up for it. Apparently it doesn't work that way.
This week I did better. I still need to focus on journaling. I know that if I get that process going, the rest will really start going. I also started my Couch to 5K again. I am on Week 1, Day 3 now, so not far into it, but starting.
My day yesterday was exhausting and posted as much on Facebook last night. Here it was:
6:55 am - Left the house for work
7:00 am - Stopped at the gas station
7:40 am - Stopped at the grocery store for a few staples
7:45 am - Got to work
11:30 am - Took a friend to the Urgent Care center (fingers & blenders did not mix well, even if it is a protein shake)
12:45 pm - Back at it
4:30 pm - Left office and changed into work out clothes.
5:20 pm - Got to WW meeting center. Took off for my 1/2 hour run
5:50 pm - Weighed in and went to the meeting
6:40 pm - Headed home with a stop at Petco for dog food
7:05 pm - Got home, made supper for me and watched bits of The Biggest Loser
8:00 pm - Back out the door for softball
9:40 pm - Returned home and took the dogs on a 20 minute walk
Hmmmm - I wonder why I am tired all the time. But - I do enjoying playing softball twice a week again and actually am liking the Tuesday night league better. It is a much more competitive team!
Oh yeah - better share my success from yesterday:
This week I did better. I still need to focus on journaling. I know that if I get that process going, the rest will really start going. I also started my Couch to 5K again. I am on Week 1, Day 3 now, so not far into it, but starting.
My day yesterday was exhausting and posted as much on Facebook last night. Here it was:
6:55 am - Left the house for work
7:00 am - Stopped at the gas station
7:40 am - Stopped at the grocery store for a few staples
7:45 am - Got to work
11:30 am - Took a friend to the Urgent Care center (fingers & blenders did not mix well, even if it is a protein shake)
12:45 pm - Back at it
4:30 pm - Left office and changed into work out clothes.
5:20 pm - Got to WW meeting center. Took off for my 1/2 hour run
5:50 pm - Weighed in and went to the meeting
6:40 pm - Headed home with a stop at Petco for dog food
7:05 pm - Got home, made supper for me and watched bits of The Biggest Loser
8:00 pm - Back out the door for softball
9:40 pm - Returned home and took the dogs on a 20 minute walk
Hmmmm - I wonder why I am tired all the time. But - I do enjoying playing softball twice a week again and actually am liking the Tuesday night league better. It is a much more competitive team!
Oh yeah - better share my success from yesterday:
Monday, October 10, 2011
Junior High
So I determined yesterday that when I go to work at Lowe's, I am transported back in time to Junior High. Or at least that is the age level of some of the full time associates that work there.
I hadn't seen or worked with SkinnyBiotch since the fall out previously blogged about. The Sunday after the blowout, Eye Candy came over to talk. Well, it was clear from our conversation that SkinnyBiotch filled him in on everything, that I was upset with her for not telling me and that she had unfriended me on Facebook. He was upset that a friendship was ending and begged me to fix it. He explained to me why he hadn't told me and I got that. He told me that I was the older of the two and that I needed to fix it. In my mind, it was what it was, a difference of opinion and I wouldn't treat her any different that I had previously.
Fast forward a week to yesterday. It was the first day that I had seen SkinnyBiotch since the fall out and the chat with Eye Candy. Well, it went exactly like I expected to, immaturity on the part of the SkinnyBiotch. Ironically, she was always professing how she kept secrets, blah, blah, blah. Well, we know it isn't true because Eye Candy wouldn't of know about the fall out if that was the case.
Well, when I saw her, I said, "Hey girl, what's up". Of course, I don't even know if I got a grunt out of her but she looked the other way and walked off like we were in Junior High. I wonder if she really thought she was hurting my feelings? To me, it just reaffirmed the type of person that she is.
However, you would think the story ends there, because she doesn't gossip and tell other people's business, right?!? WRONG. Apparently she is filling in other little clicky worker bees on the story, which I don't know how she can tell the story without filling in the background of me and Eye Candy, but now these clicky friends will not speak to me and are unfriending me on Facebook.
Can we say, Junior High? Of course, the ironic piece of it all is that Eye Candy and I are still good friends.
I think this picture summarizes what is left of this story and anything I have left to say about SkinnyBiotch.
I hadn't seen or worked with SkinnyBiotch since the fall out previously blogged about. The Sunday after the blowout, Eye Candy came over to talk. Well, it was clear from our conversation that SkinnyBiotch filled him in on everything, that I was upset with her for not telling me and that she had unfriended me on Facebook. He was upset that a friendship was ending and begged me to fix it. He explained to me why he hadn't told me and I got that. He told me that I was the older of the two and that I needed to fix it. In my mind, it was what it was, a difference of opinion and I wouldn't treat her any different that I had previously.
Fast forward a week to yesterday. It was the first day that I had seen SkinnyBiotch since the fall out and the chat with Eye Candy. Well, it went exactly like I expected to, immaturity on the part of the SkinnyBiotch. Ironically, she was always professing how she kept secrets, blah, blah, blah. Well, we know it isn't true because Eye Candy wouldn't of know about the fall out if that was the case.
Well, when I saw her, I said, "Hey girl, what's up". Of course, I don't even know if I got a grunt out of her but she looked the other way and walked off like we were in Junior High. I wonder if she really thought she was hurting my feelings? To me, it just reaffirmed the type of person that she is.
However, you would think the story ends there, because she doesn't gossip and tell other people's business, right?!? WRONG. Apparently she is filling in other little clicky worker bees on the story, which I don't know how she can tell the story without filling in the background of me and Eye Candy, but now these clicky friends will not speak to me and are unfriending me on Facebook.
Can we say, Junior High? Of course, the ironic piece of it all is that Eye Candy and I are still good friends.
I think this picture summarizes what is left of this story and anything I have left to say about SkinnyBiotch.
Friday, October 7, 2011
I Can't
This word to me has always been the worst word to me, worse than swearing. It means failure. It means you quit trying. It means you never will because you have told yourself you won't. My softball kids would run extra just for saying it.
Today, I say it.
I can't do it with Vanilla Horndog. I can't say it is okay that we date and he dates other people. I can't do it. Yesterday I saw that he was online on the dating site that me met on. I know, it meant I was online too. But it was in that moment that all the doubts and insecurities came creeping back in. The feelings came back of what it felt like the day I found out he was in a relationship with someone else when two days earlier he was wanting to get together.
Then I went home and trolled on Facebook. It is amazing how much you can learn about a person doing that. People really should learn to lock accounts down. Then again, only after I get what I needed. In trolling, I found out how involved she was in VHD's life and how much I wasn't. I found out how she did Thanksgiving with his family, where I never have met his daughters. It has stung like no other.
And I realized I can't. Knowing he is on the dating site and meeting new girls, I can't sit around and wait for the day to come that once again, I'm not good enough and he wants a relationship with someone else.
I have told him as much. He called twice last night and I just couldn't talk to him or about it. I can't. I sent him a text that I couldn't talk about it. I told him I care too much for someone that doesn't feel the same. I deserve to be part of someone's whole life and not a snip it. I am too insecure to know that one day he makes me feel so special and the next he could be on a date with another. I need off the emotional roller coaster I create in my life when it comes to him. I need space and time.
He called again this morning. Apparently my words are lost on him. I ignored the call. He sent me a message, 'Call me NOW'. Fortunately I was on a conference call and told him I couldn't with the question why? I got a 'What is wrong with you'? Why does something have to be wrong when I can't share?
I called him back and got the same question, 'What is wrong with you?'. I told him I just couldn't do it. He was like, we talked about it and you said you could. I just want to say that knowing she is good enough to spend Thanksgiving with your family when you are "not" in a relationship means that I am not good enough period, but I didn't. I just told him I can't, I changed my mind.
He was going into a meeting and said he would call back. Something tells me he will but I just don't know if I can answer it. My feelings have been put out there. I can't make him decide to date just me, but I can decide that I deserve more in life than to just be a one of many for Vanilla Horndog.
So, today I can't. Yesterday I couldn't. Tomorrow doesn't look good either. It hurts but I can't do it anymore. What do they say, if you love something let it go, if it comes back, it was yours, if it doesn't, it never was?
I'll close with a quote from Marilyn Monroe:
I believe that everything happens for a reason. People change so you can learn to let go. Things go wrong so you can appreciate them when they're right. You believe lies so you eventually learn to trust no one but yourself. And sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together.
Today, I say it.
I can't do it with Vanilla Horndog. I can't say it is okay that we date and he dates other people. I can't do it. Yesterday I saw that he was online on the dating site that me met on. I know, it meant I was online too. But it was in that moment that all the doubts and insecurities came creeping back in. The feelings came back of what it felt like the day I found out he was in a relationship with someone else when two days earlier he was wanting to get together.
Then I went home and trolled on Facebook. It is amazing how much you can learn about a person doing that. People really should learn to lock accounts down. Then again, only after I get what I needed. In trolling, I found out how involved she was in VHD's life and how much I wasn't. I found out how she did Thanksgiving with his family, where I never have met his daughters. It has stung like no other.
And I realized I can't. Knowing he is on the dating site and meeting new girls, I can't sit around and wait for the day to come that once again, I'm not good enough and he wants a relationship with someone else.
I have told him as much. He called twice last night and I just couldn't talk to him or about it. I can't. I sent him a text that I couldn't talk about it. I told him I care too much for someone that doesn't feel the same. I deserve to be part of someone's whole life and not a snip it. I am too insecure to know that one day he makes me feel so special and the next he could be on a date with another. I need off the emotional roller coaster I create in my life when it comes to him. I need space and time.
He called again this morning. Apparently my words are lost on him. I ignored the call. He sent me a message, 'Call me NOW'. Fortunately I was on a conference call and told him I couldn't with the question why? I got a 'What is wrong with you'? Why does something have to be wrong when I can't share?
I called him back and got the same question, 'What is wrong with you?'. I told him I just couldn't do it. He was like, we talked about it and you said you could. I just want to say that knowing she is good enough to spend Thanksgiving with your family when you are "not" in a relationship means that I am not good enough period, but I didn't. I just told him I can't, I changed my mind.
He was going into a meeting and said he would call back. Something tells me he will but I just don't know if I can answer it. My feelings have been put out there. I can't make him decide to date just me, but I can decide that I deserve more in life than to just be a one of many for Vanilla Horndog.
So, today I can't. Yesterday I couldn't. Tomorrow doesn't look good either. It hurts but I can't do it anymore. What do they say, if you love something let it go, if it comes back, it was yours, if it doesn't, it never was?
I'll close with a quote from Marilyn Monroe:
I believe that everything happens for a reason. People change so you can learn to let go. Things go wrong so you can appreciate them when they're right. You believe lies so you eventually learn to trust no one but yourself. And sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together.
Thursday, September 29, 2011
Jaded
So I should that the bright side of the story to come is that so far I have managed to avoid my stress eating and will not cave to it. It isn't worth it.
I called Runner yesterday because I knew that if I blogged about it, she would of been the only one to respond on what her thoughts were. But then, after the full ramification of everything set in, I was just in shock and had to blog about it. My momma says I am wrong, Runner says I am right. Whatever the answer is, in the end I have learned that they probably really weren't a friend at all.
It's Lowe's drama. I hate it and have decided that working there or not, I am done with that drama and being friends with anyone there. They better be darn special or I am out. There was a group of five that like to refer to themselves as the "Wolfe Pack", think The Hangover. Now, individually I am friends with all them, probably closer to two of them than the other three. However, I was NOT part of the Wolfe Pack and it was always made clear. I was told on more than one occasion by The Skinny Biotch that I just don't understand that they have been through so much together. In any event, they would do things together, for example travel to San Antonio for dinner & partying, that was Wolfe Pack only. Basically, if you weren't part of the five, you were excluded.
I have always felt that I had things in common with Skinny Biotch. She was single, just bought her first house, similar in age, etc. Anyway, I helped her all the time. Helped her move, mowed & loaned my lawn mower when she first got her house and didn't have one, hauled things in my car for her to her house. Friends do that. We would go out to dinner. If she had a bad day, I would invite her over after work for dinner. I thought we were friends.
Then there is the guy that I will call Eye Candy who is also part of the Wolfe Pack. Heaven knows that he is eye candy but is a completely down to earth guy. There is a certain attraction factor there and he reminds me a lot of guys that I have dated. However, he is over 10 years my younger and because of that I would never date him because I would never see it working out. I have joined him and his family for pick up softball games before. Well, over time, let's just say that it was more than just friends, friends with benefits I think they call it. It was one of those things that just happened and I knew it would it ever go any farther than were it was, in my head we would never "date".
So, the inter-twine comes in that Skinny Biotch considered Eye Candy a brother. They had been involved for a time, which I didn't know when I first got together with Eye Candy. But, she was fully aware of what was going on between Eye Candy and I.
I truly love how Facebook has become the new medium to "announce" things. Yesterday Eye Candy posted some new pictures of an adorable little girl. Well, apparently in all of our time around each other, he failed to mention that he was going to be a dad. Is he with the baby momma? I don't know, if he is I know he hasn't been faithful. I was caught off guard by it but after talking to him, understood that he wanted to tell his family first and that we were friends that just had the extra.
Well, I sent a text to Skinny Biotch to see if she had talked to him lately? She asked what was up and I told her that he is a dad. Her response was "Yeah, I have known for awhile. I am happy that he is happy. I'm glad you finally know." WTF?!?!?! That I finally know?
Okay, maybe I am missing something but to me this breaks friend code. If you know your girlfriend has been shagging with a guy and learns he is going to be a dad, you inform your girlfriend of this, right?!? I mean, I get that he wasn't telling people and she is friends with him but shouldn't she of at least filled me in so I wasn't shagging with him?
My stance is that if it was my friend, I would of had respect for my girlfriend and both friendships to tell the girlfriend and respect that she would keep it quiet and put an end to things. However, Skinny Biotch's stance is that she was told something in secret and it needs to be kept that way. Well, because I even questioned her about it and why she didn't tell me, I was informed that I completely insulted her, she was NOT coming to my house Saturday for the football party and got home last night to learn that we are also no longer friends on Facebook, her doing.
Looking back, I just laugh at it. It is petty drama and I still will stand that if the shoe were reversed, I would have said something. Maybe it is fucked up in my brain because I am not mad that Eye Candy didn't tell me right away but feel that Skinny Biotch should of. But, in the end it doesn't matter. Skinny Biotch made it clear friendship she liked better and obviously it wasn't mine when she ended our friendship.
It is probably wrong for me to say, but I just don't care. Maybe I am jaded. However, I have been through so much shit in my life that I have to have people in my life that have my back. If you can't support me and help me through it or even get why I might be upset by something, then I don't want you in my life. I'm jaded.
I called Runner yesterday because I knew that if I blogged about it, she would of been the only one to respond on what her thoughts were. But then, after the full ramification of everything set in, I was just in shock and had to blog about it. My momma says I am wrong, Runner says I am right. Whatever the answer is, in the end I have learned that they probably really weren't a friend at all.
It's Lowe's drama. I hate it and have decided that working there or not, I am done with that drama and being friends with anyone there. They better be darn special or I am out. There was a group of five that like to refer to themselves as the "Wolfe Pack", think The Hangover. Now, individually I am friends with all them, probably closer to two of them than the other three. However, I was NOT part of the Wolfe Pack and it was always made clear. I was told on more than one occasion by The Skinny Biotch that I just don't understand that they have been through so much together. In any event, they would do things together, for example travel to San Antonio for dinner & partying, that was Wolfe Pack only. Basically, if you weren't part of the five, you were excluded.
I have always felt that I had things in common with Skinny Biotch. She was single, just bought her first house, similar in age, etc. Anyway, I helped her all the time. Helped her move, mowed & loaned my lawn mower when she first got her house and didn't have one, hauled things in my car for her to her house. Friends do that. We would go out to dinner. If she had a bad day, I would invite her over after work for dinner. I thought we were friends.
Then there is the guy that I will call Eye Candy who is also part of the Wolfe Pack. Heaven knows that he is eye candy but is a completely down to earth guy. There is a certain attraction factor there and he reminds me a lot of guys that I have dated. However, he is over 10 years my younger and because of that I would never date him because I would never see it working out. I have joined him and his family for pick up softball games before. Well, over time, let's just say that it was more than just friends, friends with benefits I think they call it. It was one of those things that just happened and I knew it would it ever go any farther than were it was, in my head we would never "date".
So, the inter-twine comes in that Skinny Biotch considered Eye Candy a brother. They had been involved for a time, which I didn't know when I first got together with Eye Candy. But, she was fully aware of what was going on between Eye Candy and I.
I truly love how Facebook has become the new medium to "announce" things. Yesterday Eye Candy posted some new pictures of an adorable little girl. Well, apparently in all of our time around each other, he failed to mention that he was going to be a dad. Is he with the baby momma? I don't know, if he is I know he hasn't been faithful. I was caught off guard by it but after talking to him, understood that he wanted to tell his family first and that we were friends that just had the extra.
Well, I sent a text to Skinny Biotch to see if she had talked to him lately? She asked what was up and I told her that he is a dad. Her response was "Yeah, I have known for awhile. I am happy that he is happy. I'm glad you finally know." WTF?!?!?! That I finally know?
Okay, maybe I am missing something but to me this breaks friend code. If you know your girlfriend has been shagging with a guy and learns he is going to be a dad, you inform your girlfriend of this, right?!? I mean, I get that he wasn't telling people and she is friends with him but shouldn't she of at least filled me in so I wasn't shagging with him?
My stance is that if it was my friend, I would of had respect for my girlfriend and both friendships to tell the girlfriend and respect that she would keep it quiet and put an end to things. However, Skinny Biotch's stance is that she was told something in secret and it needs to be kept that way. Well, because I even questioned her about it and why she didn't tell me, I was informed that I completely insulted her, she was NOT coming to my house Saturday for the football party and got home last night to learn that we are also no longer friends on Facebook, her doing.
Looking back, I just laugh at it. It is petty drama and I still will stand that if the shoe were reversed, I would have said something. Maybe it is fucked up in my brain because I am not mad that Eye Candy didn't tell me right away but feel that Skinny Biotch should of. But, in the end it doesn't matter. Skinny Biotch made it clear friendship she liked better and obviously it wasn't mine when she ended our friendship.
It is probably wrong for me to say, but I just don't care. Maybe I am jaded. However, I have been through so much shit in my life that I have to have people in my life that have my back. If you can't support me and help me through it or even get why I might be upset by something, then I don't want you in my life. I'm jaded.
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
It's a start
Well, I will be the first to admit that after my melt down Thursday, I spent the next three days in 100% shut down mode to be followed with a semi-on plan day and an on plan day. Obviously those things do not bode well for a great first week of falling Weight Watchers, but it did stick for me, or some of it did.
I know, it amounts to a Duck Fart, but it was at least a fart in the right direction and it is a process of going down. I know that I didn't gain all of this weight overnight, so losing it all overnight is going to be impossible. On the positive side, this past week I have really focused on trying to go to bed earlier. Normally you would of found me awake anywhere from 11 - 11:30 pm and the alarm goes off at 5:45 am. Can you guess why I drag myself out of bed? So, I am really focusing on trying to be in bed, lights off by 10:30 at the latest. Last week I had a few nights were I was in bed before 9:30 pm reading and out by 10:00 pm. My goal is to get in a regular sleep schedule so I can maybe start getting a run in before work. Crazy concept, I know.
For other news, there are changes coming to Casa de Schmidt. On Monday, I will be getting a roommate. She is moving to Austin from Dallas for her new job. She is an RN that is about my age and her primary schedule is Saturday & Sunday, so for some degree we will be ships passing in the night. I think we will get along well and hope this one works out for me. Thankfully it happens to be a weekend off from Lowe's for me so I can prep the house and that room!
Later Gators! (Did I mention she is a Gators fan?)
Sunday, September 25, 2011
Housekeeping, I bring you fresh towel?
Jennifer?
I fluff your pillow?
Jennifer, is that you?
Yes, Grammy it's me.
It was always the practical joke that I played on her when she called mom & dad's house. She would always giggle. Yesterday marked 4 years ago that she left this world and joined the other. It some ways it seems so long ago and other ways, it just seems like yesterday. She was a strong woman who taught me so much and in some ways feels like her life was cut too short, even though she was 88. I have a feeling that tonight she is enjoying time with her sisters playing some scrabble and giggling at something funny.
This is a picture from the last time I saw my grandma. Mom, dad and I went to visit her for the day and of course we had to go to lunch at her favorite place, Applebee's.
So today, I remember her with tears of joy and not tears of loss. I am so thankful and blessed to have been able to spend so much time with my grandparents growing up and in some ways being one of the "favorites". Some kids might think it was the worse thing to do, and we probably did too at the time, but spending two weeks on the farm every summer was one of the greatest gifts we could of ever received. Grandma would always take Trav & I to town, and while she got groceries, we got to go to the pool. Of course, no trip to town was complete without a stop to Goodrich Dairy, she would get milk for the week and we would get Orange Casanova's. Now my favorite was bread fresh out of the oven with a little butter and homemade Blackberry Jam. Yummy.
We also learned the lesson that if you got stung by a bee, you should put mud on it. Now, I don't think Grandma was prepared for the afternoon when Travis & I covered ourselves in mud at the pump house and tried to convenience her that we were stung by bees. Needless to say we learned garden hose water is quiet cold and it takes a LONG time to dry outside.
Diamond Lil, I think the most important thing you taught us is to laugh and smile. Life is too short to do anything else but that! Love you always!
I fluff your pillow?
Jennifer, is that you?
Yes, Grammy it's me.
It was always the practical joke that I played on her when she called mom & dad's house. She would always giggle. Yesterday marked 4 years ago that she left this world and joined the other. It some ways it seems so long ago and other ways, it just seems like yesterday. She was a strong woman who taught me so much and in some ways feels like her life was cut too short, even though she was 88. I have a feeling that tonight she is enjoying time with her sisters playing some scrabble and giggling at something funny.
This is a picture from the last time I saw my grandma. Mom, dad and I went to visit her for the day and of course we had to go to lunch at her favorite place, Applebee's.
So today, I remember her with tears of joy and not tears of loss. I am so thankful and blessed to have been able to spend so much time with my grandparents growing up and in some ways being one of the "favorites". Some kids might think it was the worse thing to do, and we probably did too at the time, but spending two weeks on the farm every summer was one of the greatest gifts we could of ever received. Grandma would always take Trav & I to town, and while she got groceries, we got to go to the pool. Of course, no trip to town was complete without a stop to Goodrich Dairy, she would get milk for the week and we would get Orange Casanova's. Now my favorite was bread fresh out of the oven with a little butter and homemade Blackberry Jam. Yummy.
We also learned the lesson that if you got stung by a bee, you should put mud on it. Now, I don't think Grandma was prepared for the afternoon when Travis & I covered ourselves in mud at the pump house and tried to convenience her that we were stung by bees. Needless to say we learned garden hose water is quiet cold and it takes a LONG time to dry outside.
Diamond Lil, I think the most important thing you taught us is to laugh and smile. Life is too short to do anything else but that! Love you always!
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