Archive for August, 2007

See Ya’

Saturday, August 11th, 2007

I’m headed south to Harnett County for a few days. The Parrish Family Reunion is this evening and I’ll be staying on a few days after. I won’t be in a technology free zone but I will be staying with the Great Prophetess Helen so I don’t know if I will be able to steal away long enough to drop you guys a line.

Take it easy and take care of each other. I’ll be back home Wednesday afternoon. :D

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Happy Birthday Pops!

Thursday, August 9th, 2007

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Those Winds of Change

Tuesday, August 7th, 2007

There came a time when God made it very clear to me that he and I needed to sit down and talk for a while. So, I sat and we talked. For those of you who have a relationship with God, this is not surprising I’m sure. What blows me away is the fact that our “little sit down” has lasted for the better part of five years. It’s true…five years.

I let it be known a few posts ago that something was going on with me and that I was searching for the words to share it with you. This is going to be my endeavor to do just that. You see, God sat me down and made it very clear that He wanted and needed my undivided attention to deal with me about a few things. Of course, the decision to be still and listen was totally and completely mine. It’s just that circumstances and life experiences have taught me not to ignore the voice of my Father God. I’m just better off when I listen.

Apparently, it is time for my period of self-imposed exile, if you will, to end. Thus blow the winds of change. During these last five years, I have very much kept my personal life to a minimum. Outside of work and family, I have spent the majority of my time at home…alone…but not really alone, if you understand what I mean.

I have been in a near constant state of meditation and conversation with God. It may sound crazy and ridiculous to some of you and that’s okay…it works for me. I have learned that God really is still speaking to us…all of the time. The real question is…Are we listening? I have found God on TV, in books, in the words of friends and loved ones, in my genealogy research, in the actions of my puppies, in the sounds of a mourning dove, in a rainstorm, in dreams, in tears, in laughter, in anger, on the Internet, in the mail, in an elevator, in the face of a stranger, on the other end of a wrong number, in my own name…everywhere…everywhere…everywhere.

I want and need to try to share some of what I learned, sometimes willingly and sometimes not so much, over the last five years. Some people thought and even said to me that I needed to get a life but what they didn’t know was that I was doing just that and I was doing it at the feet of the Master Himself. I am going to call this series, Restoring Serenity, because that is exactly what it means for me. It is a walk I am still on and a journey I invite you all to take with me.

Won’t you join me?

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Pops

Tuesday, August 7th, 2007

Pops is home and doing just fine. Of course he is in much more pain than he believed he would be…being Mr. Indestructible and all…but he is doing well. Again, many thanks to you all.

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Pops Again

Monday, August 6th, 2007

Well, Pops didn’t do so good with the food or the walking around bit. Nope. Got pretty nauseous. So, he’s not going home tonight. The surgeon came back by and said everything is still fine and Pops is just reacting to the anesthesia…it’s normal. They’ll give him something for the nausea, watch him overnight, and try to send him on his way again tomorrow.

Pops is fine with that plan at this point and just wants to go to sleep. I’ll keep you posted. :D

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Pops

Monday, August 6th, 2007

Surgery went great! They were able to do it Laparoscopic, so we are very pleased with that. He was still pretty doped up but he came out of recovery telling everybody “It’s a boy”. My sister even blew up a rubber glove and wrote “It’s a Boy” on it and hung it from his IV pole. We are a strange family.

The surgeon said that things are looking so good that, as long as Pops is able to keep some food down and get up and walk some, he can go home this evening. Wow! Pretty amazing, huh?

We did want to clear some things up so we asked the Doc point blank and right in front of Pops…

1. Is it alright for him to cut his grass Thursday? (Yes, folks. Pops was adamant that he was going to cut his grass Thursday).

Answer: No

2. When can he drive? (Pops was adamant that he would be driving to Carolina this coming Friday…the Parrish Reunion is Saturday).

Answer: Not for at least a week…maybe longer (Mama’s driving).

3. When can he play golf? (Pops was holding his breath for this one).

Answer: Not for at least 3 to 4 weeks. (Pops was crestfallen…awwww)

Poor little fella. One day he will have to learn that even he has limits. Yeah, right.

Thank you all so much for your thoughts and prayers. We are all so very grateful.

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Byrd Watchers

Sunday, August 5th, 2007

Are you a “Byrd Watcher”? I’m speaking in the genealogical sense, of course. We have an inquiry in the comments section a few posts back from Mr. Scott Welch concerning Sallie Byrd Langdon and the Sutton Byrd line of Byrd’s. Click the links and see if you can help.

By the way, clicking Scott’s name will take you to his blog…Our Sovereign Joy (well now you can click here too) and he has been added to the list of Bone Newcomers (Fresh on the Bone) over there on the sidebar.

Question of my own for you Scott. Are you saying, and do you have proof, that Washington Byrd (son of Sutton & Margaret “Peggy” Johnson Byrd) is the same person as George Washington Byrd (husband of Harriet Beasley Byrd & father of Troy Pinkney Byrd)?

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Surgery Eve

Sunday, August 5th, 2007

Pops is set for surgery tomorrow (Monday) morning. At approximately 11:00, he will graciously, and without hesitation, donate his gall bladder to the Academy of Diseased and Useless Organs. What a guy! He has even taken it a step further and asked the surgeon to go ahead and perform a hysterectomy while he’s in there…I kid you not… :D Perhaps the surgeon is the one who needs our prayers!

Please do remember Pops, the surgeon, Mama, and all of us tomorrow. I’ll let you know how things go. Truly, Pops is quite excited to finally be getting this taken care of as he believes it will go a long way toward setting him back on the road to recovery. We all sure do hope so.

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Ow, Ow, Owww, OUCH!

Sunday, August 5th, 2007

There is nothing that I have that does not hurt. NOTHING! All three of the girls got a bath yesterday. At home. A la me. All three. Yippee. Yahoo.

Seriously, once they are in the tub, they really aren’t that bad. In fact, they seem to rather enjoy the spa treatment. Me, on the other hand? Not so much. Let’s see…hmmm…what’s not such fun?

*The bending

*The lifting into the tub

*The constant up and down and various half positions during the bathing itself

*The inevitable all out, completely wet, shake water into the far reaches of the universe…twice.

*Now I look like I took a bath too…not a very successful one either

*More bending

*More lifting…only now the little girl weighs A LOT more since she is very, VERY wet.

*Another universally drenching shake that ends at the tip of the tail. How do they do that?

*The walls are dripping. Oh joy.

*A feeble attempt with a towel (okay, towels) to dry the super soaked little girl…not so successful…Mollie sits still as a statue, totally uncooperative…Libby lays down and swaddles herself in the towels…Sophie plays keep away while slipping and sliding all over the bathroom floor.

*I give up on the drying idea and open the bathroom door. The wet little girl shoots out of the room like a bullet and heads full tilt through the house. Again, joy.

*I let the tiny one out the back door and she takes off into the yard to run laps with her sisters. I think it’s great as she will dry off quicker now since it is at least 134 degrees outside. Before I turn to go back in the house, I catch a glimpse of the freshly bathed pup…rolling in the dirt under the tree…ugh.

*Now, multiply all of the above by 3. Yeah. Like I said. Ow! I need a massage.

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Be Gone, I Say! Be Gone!

Thursday, August 2nd, 2007

I have a very intimate relationship with my clock radio alarm. Very intimate. I know just the right buttons to push. I know just how to make it hum. Very intimate. What do I love most about my clock radio alarm? Oh, I would have to say it is the curve of the Snooze Button. Oh My! So tantalizing.

I love my clock radio alarm. Usually. We had a fight this morning. It was ugly. I slapped it. Repeatedly. I will be filing for divorce later this afternoon.

Stinking clock radio.

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