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I BOUGHT A CAR!!!!
I have a 2005 Nissan Altima. It's in my name and I can unlock it with a button!! (Hey! It's the small things...)
I Love Spellcheck!
Thank you soooooo much for all of your warm birthday wishes!! I adore all of you! *muah* *muah*
And Ray... You are wonderful! Thanks for your post!
By the way, I have a bit of a buzz so I'm kinda in a "I love you" kinda mood. Josh had a "business meeting" at the local bar and I had a couple drinks. I'm such a cheap date...
And Ray... You are wonderful! Thanks for your post!
By the way, I have a bit of a buzz so I'm kinda in a "I love you" kinda mood. Josh had a "business meeting" at the local bar and I had a couple drinks. I'm such a cheap date...
The 134th Kentucky Derby: The Infield Experience
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kentuckychurchill downs Josh and I joined Josh's uncle and cousin on Saturday for the Kentucky Derby. It was my first view of the races from the infield. It was... an experience to be had...
We were positioned in the 3rd turn by the police. It was very entertaining seeing every arrest that was made. Uncle Steve and the gang not only bet on the horses. They wagered what time the first arrest would be made, the first show of boobs, the first vomit... Next year they'll bet on "breach of security." A drunk entered the police area and almost dropped his pants to use their port-a-potty before he was shooed off.
A rich kid throwing $20 bills into the betting crowd. His parents laughed.
Th betting clusterfuck. It took me over and hour to place my Derby bet.
And then we all went home.
We were positioned in the 3rd turn by the police. It was very entertaining seeing every arrest that was made. Uncle Steve and the gang not only bet on the horses. They wagered what time the first arrest would be made, the first show of boobs, the first vomit... Next year they'll bet on "breach of security." A drunk entered the police area and almost dropped his pants to use their port-a-potty before he was shooed off.
Uncle Steve. Only he could sleep through a party with 100,000 people.
The Rich People Sections.
A rich kid throwing $20 bills into the betting crowd. His parents laughed.
Th betting clusterfuck. It took me over and hour to place my Derby bet.
Josh. He'll never let me get a picture of his face. Grr.
The Run for the Roses
The aftermath.
And then we all went home.
Uncle Steve, the Hobo.
My grandpa passed away at 2:20 Thursday afternoon. Josh and I were in Tennessee when I got the call. It may seem a bit selfish but I'm glad I never saw him struggling to live, and I'm even gladder I wasn't there when he passed. Furthermore, I'm relived my grandma wasn't there. Someone had finally convinced here to go home and rest.
Everyone is worried about my grandma. My grandparents were married for 51 years and she spent all of her energy taking care of him. He was bipolar, spoiled, and demanding yet she tended to his every want and need. Some of my family members see her as fragile and... lost. What they fail to understand is that she's a smart little lady. She knows that my grandpa is no longer suffering. It'll take time, and of course she'll be lonely but she will be fine. I'm sure. I think this just might be the beginning of her life, in a way. She seems determined to stay active. Kari has talked her into going to church with her, my brother, and my other grandparents. The people who attend that church are very down-to-earth Kentucky transplants who are the very people she's accustomed to. Perhaps she can join a group for senior citizens and go on day trips...
All in all I think my family is fortunate. My grandpa was diagnosed with Alzheimer's Disease months ago and thankfully his disease never progressed to the point where he couldn't recognize the family. I would've been more painful for both he and my family to go through that, I think.
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Anyway, I had a decent weekend and I have TONS of pictures to post. When I get them downloaded.
Everyone is worried about my grandma. My grandparents were married for 51 years and she spent all of her energy taking care of him. He was bipolar, spoiled, and demanding yet she tended to his every want and need. Some of my family members see her as fragile and... lost. What they fail to understand is that she's a smart little lady. She knows that my grandpa is no longer suffering. It'll take time, and of course she'll be lonely but she will be fine. I'm sure. I think this just might be the beginning of her life, in a way. She seems determined to stay active. Kari has talked her into going to church with her, my brother, and my other grandparents. The people who attend that church are very down-to-earth Kentucky transplants who are the very people she's accustomed to. Perhaps she can join a group for senior citizens and go on day trips...
All in all I think my family is fortunate. My grandpa was diagnosed with Alzheimer's Disease months ago and thankfully his disease never progressed to the point where he couldn't recognize the family. I would've been more painful for both he and my family to go through that, I think.
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Anyway, I had a decent weekend and I have TONS of pictures to post. When I get them downloaded.
I'm Not In The Mood to Think of a Title
The last 24 hours have been surreal.
Yesterday evening my grandpa (dad's dad) began vomiting and coughing blood. He lost several units and then went into cardiac arrest. It took the doctors 10 minutes of CPR before his heart began to beat on its own. They had to hook him up to a ventilator so that he could get oxygen. My mom spent all night with him. By herself all the while he having seizures.
This morning the doctors determined that his brain stem was swollen and he had absolutely no brain activity. He had gone far too long without the blood he needed. My grandma decided that he needed to be taken off life support. My mom was there with my Aunt Debbie, Uncle Dave, and Uncle Rick when the nurses took out his breathing tubes a bit after 5:00. (She said she felt like she should represent my dad...) His oxygen dropped and his heart beat lowered to 20 beats a minute. My mom said she couldn't bear watching it all so she grabbed his hand and then... his heart rate began to eventually rise to 74 beats. When she left his heart rate and oxygen level were strong. Weird. It's strange how the human body can kick into overdrive... The doctors say he could pass anytime...
When I got the call that he was being taken off of life support I leaned against the counter and stared at the second hand ticking the time away. Just waiting. I can't tell you how I felt. Some things just can't be explained. You simply must experience them to understand. It was strange to think that with every tick of the clock his life could gradually be dwindling away. When taking those seconds into consideration, life didn't seem so limitless anymore.
Yesterday evening my grandpa (dad's dad) began vomiting and coughing blood. He lost several units and then went into cardiac arrest. It took the doctors 10 minutes of CPR before his heart began to beat on its own. They had to hook him up to a ventilator so that he could get oxygen. My mom spent all night with him. By herself all the while he having seizures.
This morning the doctors determined that his brain stem was swollen and he had absolutely no brain activity. He had gone far too long without the blood he needed. My grandma decided that he needed to be taken off life support. My mom was there with my Aunt Debbie, Uncle Dave, and Uncle Rick when the nurses took out his breathing tubes a bit after 5:00. (She said she felt like she should represent my dad...) His oxygen dropped and his heart beat lowered to 20 beats a minute. My mom said she couldn't bear watching it all so she grabbed his hand and then... his heart rate began to eventually rise to 74 beats. When she left his heart rate and oxygen level were strong. Weird. It's strange how the human body can kick into overdrive... The doctors say he could pass anytime...
When I got the call that he was being taken off of life support I leaned against the counter and stared at the second hand ticking the time away. Just waiting. I can't tell you how I felt. Some things just can't be explained. You simply must experience them to understand. It was strange to think that with every tick of the clock his life could gradually be dwindling away. When taking those seconds into consideration, life didn't seem so limitless anymore.
I Can't Sleep.
I got a letter from the bank today saying that my checking account is roughly $640 in the red. There MUST be some mistake. I have definitely NOT spent that kind of money. I wish... but I haven't. I shouldn't worry about it until in the morning. But still... $640!!! That's a lot of money. I really hope someone didn't hack into my account. I shudder to think...
I'm had some confusion on when the last day of school is. I read a syllabus for one of my classes ages ago it said the final exam would be 4/24. For weeks it was stuck in my head. But last week in my history class I consulted my syllabus to see when a report was due and it said the final exam would be on 4/30. So, then I assumed that was the last day of school for both. I was so wrong. I showed up for the first class today and to my horror had to take the FINAL EXAM!!! I didn't study one word of any of that stuff. Most of the stuff on the exam wasn't even talked about in class. Argh. It was difficult. If I fail, I fail. Thankfully my history exam really IS on next Thursday. I'll be a little more prepared for it. Hopefully. But seriously, could I be any more scatter-brained?
Today my Aunt Debbie called me (dad's sister) to let me know that my grandpa in the nursing home has taken a turn for the worse. The bastard Alzheimer's disease has progressed rapidly in the past few weeks. Now he's turned violent. The nursing home has him in the psych ward strapped to his bed and medically sedated. He doesn't know anyone. I feel very guilty for not going to see him some of the times I've been back in Indiana... I just couldn't bear to hear him ramble off in Cherokee and ask wheat time my dad was getting off work. Regardless, there is no excuse for me... The last I saw him was on Christmas Eve and he showered me with approval. My family said it was th sanest he'd been in months. I'm glad I got to witness it. I can't deny it. This really... disturbs me. I don't know... There's nothing really to say about it...
And dear Zeus my back hurts. My leg is numb. I'm full of complaints, huh?
I think I'll just snuggle up here on the couch and play the great 'ol Civilization II to take my mind off things until I get sleepy.
I'm had some confusion on when the last day of school is. I read a syllabus for one of my classes ages ago it said the final exam would be 4/24. For weeks it was stuck in my head. But last week in my history class I consulted my syllabus to see when a report was due and it said the final exam would be on 4/30. So, then I assumed that was the last day of school for both. I was so wrong. I showed up for the first class today and to my horror had to take the FINAL EXAM!!! I didn't study one word of any of that stuff. Most of the stuff on the exam wasn't even talked about in class. Argh. It was difficult. If I fail, I fail. Thankfully my history exam really IS on next Thursday. I'll be a little more prepared for it. Hopefully. But seriously, could I be any more scatter-brained?
Today my Aunt Debbie called me (dad's sister) to let me know that my grandpa in the nursing home has taken a turn for the worse. The bastard Alzheimer's disease has progressed rapidly in the past few weeks. Now he's turned violent. The nursing home has him in the psych ward strapped to his bed and medically sedated. He doesn't know anyone. I feel very guilty for not going to see him some of the times I've been back in Indiana... I just couldn't bear to hear him ramble off in Cherokee and ask wheat time my dad was getting off work. Regardless, there is no excuse for me... The last I saw him was on Christmas Eve and he showered me with approval. My family said it was th sanest he'd been in months. I'm glad I got to witness it. I can't deny it. This really... disturbs me. I don't know... There's nothing really to say about it...
And dear Zeus my back hurts. My leg is numb. I'm full of complaints, huh?
I think I'll just snuggle up here on the couch and play the great 'ol Civilization II to take my mind off things until I get sleepy.
To Add to My Slacking...
Thanks to Josh I now have Windows installed on my Mac and and now downloading Civilization II (my favorite game ever!!)
I'll never get anything done.
77% finished...
Music rushes memories in and out of my chaotic mind.
I'm certain most people can relate. Happy, candy-like tunes bring back memories of the ice cream stand in Deputy, summer afternoons and dripping treats and sticky arms. “Our” song, when it unexpectedly reaches our ears, brings back lost loves, romantic moments, and forgotten evenings. Certain other songs bring back the recklessness and rebellion of high school or college. Others call to mind sparkly Christmas trees and long-gone relatives and shiny presents. Maybe it’s that worship song that brings you too tears...
On the way home last night, I said something silly that provoked Josh into singing a line of "Free Fallin'" by Tom Petty.
Baby I'm free... free fallin'
It was a goofy moment but the five words had such an impact on me. It was if a sobering veil swiftly covered my face and I was sucked back over ten years in time...
In the trailer we lived in at the time, Kari and I shared a bedroom right down the short hall from the kitchen. If I mouse hiccuped in there we could hear it. One night I was awoken by a great bit of noise issuing down the hallway. Naturally, I got out of bed to see what all the commotion was. I crept along the tiled floor until I reached the kitchen where I found my parents. My dad had put in Tom Petty's tape and was singing "Free Fallin'" loudly and trying his best to get my mom to join him in a dance. My uncle says my dad despised dancing but after seeing him with my mom I'm sure it was all a front. Who wouldn't want to dance with my mom anyway? She's always been so cute. Anyway, I found it very entertaining watching him grab my mom, her laughing and blushing, and moving in a circular fashion. It's a mar to me of how much they adored one another. I watched for maybe a minute until I was caught spying on them from behind the wall and was herded back to bed...
This is such a uneventful, insignificant memory and yet it has somehow stuck with me over the years. It may not even be worth wasting internet space in a post about, but I feel compelled to write about it anyway. So many times I have glimpses into the past such as these. I feel obligated to get them out somehow, to tell someone about them, to write about them... because I still regrettably hang on the deteriorating belief that if I successfully relate these memories to someone else or write them down then my dad is alive in someway.
I'm certain most people can relate. Happy, candy-like tunes bring back memories of the ice cream stand in Deputy, summer afternoons and dripping treats and sticky arms. “Our” song, when it unexpectedly reaches our ears, brings back lost loves, romantic moments, and forgotten evenings. Certain other songs bring back the recklessness and rebellion of high school or college. Others call to mind sparkly Christmas trees and long-gone relatives and shiny presents. Maybe it’s that worship song that brings you too tears...
On the way home last night, I said something silly that provoked Josh into singing a line of "Free Fallin'" by Tom Petty.
Baby I'm free... free fallin'
It was a goofy moment but the five words had such an impact on me. It was if a sobering veil swiftly covered my face and I was sucked back over ten years in time...
In the trailer we lived in at the time, Kari and I shared a bedroom right down the short hall from the kitchen. If I mouse hiccuped in there we could hear it. One night I was awoken by a great bit of noise issuing down the hallway. Naturally, I got out of bed to see what all the commotion was. I crept along the tiled floor until I reached the kitchen where I found my parents. My dad had put in Tom Petty's tape and was singing "Free Fallin'" loudly and trying his best to get my mom to join him in a dance. My uncle says my dad despised dancing but after seeing him with my mom I'm sure it was all a front. Who wouldn't want to dance with my mom anyway? She's always been so cute. Anyway, I found it very entertaining watching him grab my mom, her laughing and blushing, and moving in a circular fashion. It's a mar to me of how much they adored one another. I watched for maybe a minute until I was caught spying on them from behind the wall and was herded back to bed...
This is such a uneventful, insignificant memory and yet it has somehow stuck with me over the years. It may not even be worth wasting internet space in a post about, but I feel compelled to write about it anyway. So many times I have glimpses into the past such as these. I feel obligated to get them out somehow, to tell someone about them, to write about them... because I still regrettably hang on the deteriorating belief that if I successfully relate these memories to someone else or write them down then my dad is alive in someway.
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