Happy Thanksgiving!

It's early afternoon, but I didn't want to let the day go by without wishing everyone a happy Thanksgiving Day. I started to make a list of all the things I'm thankful for, but the list is very long, so I'll forego it right now. Needless to say, I'm thankful for this little girl and for the measure of health that she has had during this first year of her life.

So many Scriptures speak of being thankful. Psalm 100 is a familiar one to most people. I post it here as it is in The Message.

On your feet now --applaud GOD.
Bring a gift of laughter,
sing yourselves
into His presence.

Know that GOD is GOD, and GOD, GOD
He made us, we
didn't make Him.
We're his people, his well-tended sheep.

Enter with
the password: "Thank you."
Make yourselves at home, talking
praise.
Thank Him. Worship Him.

For God is sheer beauty
all
generous in love;
loyal forever and ever.

The Van Gogh Family - Gathered for Thanksgiving

I received this in an e-mail. Perhaps you've already seen it.

The dizzy aunt -- Verti Gogh
The brother who ate prunes -- Gotta Gogh
The brother who worked at a convenience store -- Stop N. Gogh
The grandfather from Yugoslavia -- U Gogh
The cousin from Illinois -- Chica Gogh
His magician uncle -- Where Diddy Gogh
His Mexican cousin -- A. Mee Gogh
The Mexican cousin's American half-brother -- Gring Gogh
The nephew who drove a stage coach -- Wells Far Gogh
The constipated uncle -- Cant Gogh
The ballroom dancing aunt -- Tang Gogh
The bird lover aunt -- Flamin Gogh
His nephew psychoanalyst -- E Gogh
The fruit loving cousin -- Man Gogh
An aunt who taught positive thinking -- Way To Gogh
The little bouncy nephew -- Poe Gogh
A sister who loved disco -- Go Gogh
And his niece who travels the country in a van -- Winnie Bay Gogh
And there ya Gogh!

For this week of Thanksgiving

Sing praise to God Who reigns above, the God of all creation,

The God of power, the God of love, the God of our salvation.

With healing balm my soul is filled and every faithless murmur stilled:

To God all praise and glory.

What God’s almighty power hath made His gracious mercy keepeth,

By morning glow or evening shade His watchful eye ne’er sleepeth;

Within the kingdom of His might,

Lo! all is just and all is right:To God all praise and glory.

The Lord is never far away, but through all grief distressing,

An ever present help and stay, our peace and joy and blessing.

As with a mother’s tender hand, God gently leads the chosen band:

To God all praise and glory.

Thus, all my toilsome way along, I sing aloud Thy praises,

That earth may hear the grateful song my voice unwearied raises.

Be joyful in the Lord, my heart, both soul and body bear your part:

To God all praise and glory.

Let all who name Christ’s holy Name give God all praise and glory;

Let all who own His power proclaim aloud the wondrous story!

Cast each false idol from its throne, for Christ is Lord, and Christ alone:

To God all praise and glory.

Humor for High IQ People

A friend sent this to me in an e-mail. It says it's for high IQ people. Some say tht puns are the lowest form of humor, but I love them.

I wondered why the baseball was getting bigger. Then it hit me.
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Police were called to a day care where a three-year-old was resisting a
rest.
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Did you hear about the guy whose whole left side was cut off? He's all right now.
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The roundest knight at King Arthur's round table was Sir Cumference.
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The butcher backed up into the meat grinder and got a little behind in his work.
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To write with a broken pencil is pointless.
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When fish are in schools they sometimes take debate.
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The short fortune teller who esca ped from prison was a small medium at
large.
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A thief who stole a calendar got twelve months.
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A thief fell and broke his leg in wet cement. He became a hardened
criminal.
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Thieves who steal corn from a garden could be charged with stalking.
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We'll never run out of math teachers because they always multiply.
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When the smog lifts in Los Angeles, U. C. L. A.
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The math professor went crazy with the blackboard. He did a number on it.
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The professor discovered that her theory of earthquakes was on shaky ground.
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The dead batteries were given out free of charge.
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If you take a laptop computer for a run you could jog your memory.
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A dentist and a manicurist fought tooth and nail.
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A bicycle can't stand alone; it is two tired.
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A will, is a dead giveaway.
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Time flies like an arrow; fruit flies like a banana.
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A backward poet writes inverse.
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In a democracy it's your vote that counts; in feudalism, it's your Count that votes.
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A chicken crossing the road: poultry in motion.
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If you don't pay your exorcist you can get repossessed.
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With her marriage, she got a new name and a dress.
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Show me a piano falling down a mine shaft and I'll show you A-flat miner.
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When a clock is hungry it goes back four seconds.
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The guy who fell onto an upholstery machine was fully recovered.
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A grenade fell onto a kitchen floor in France , resulted in Linoleum Blownapart.
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You are stuck with your debt if you can't budge it.
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Local Area Network in Australia: The LAN down under.
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He broke into song because he couldn't find the key.
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A calendar's days are numbered.
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A lot of money is tainted: 'Taint yours, and 'taint mine.
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A boiled egg is hard to beat.
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He had a photographic memory which was never developed.
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A plateau, is a high form of flattery.
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Those who get too big for their britches will be exposed in the end.
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When you've seen one shopping center you've seen a mall.
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If you jump off a Paris bridge, you are in Seine
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When she saw her first strands of gray hair, she thought she'd dye.

Finding Sadie

When I was with Ella in November, we read lots and lots of books. This particular book interested her because of the textures that were on each page, as well as the puppies on each page. Simply Coll adopted Sadie, a springer spaniel last year some time, and she often blogs about her. Her photos are so appealing.

As we came to this page I said, "Well, there's Sadie in her younger days."

Namaste!

Has this ever happened to you?

The day after we moved to a small town in Colorado my wife Bev did
grocery shopping. We moved few food items with us so she filled four
grocery carts full. She asked if she could pay with an out of state
check. "We just moved here," she explained, "and don't have local
checks yet."

They said, "Yes, no problem." But when she began looking for her
checkbook, she discovered that she had left it at home.

All of the groceries had been checked and sacked. "I'm so sorry," she
said, "I thought I had it with me. If I could just leave the groceries
here for a few minutes, I'll run home and get the checkbook."

"Don't worry about it," the cashier told her. "Take the groceries
home. The next time you're in the store you can pay for them."

We had just moved from a large city and she couldn't believe what she
was hearing! This clerk had never seen her before. But she treated her
as if she were a VIP. She was somebody!

Don't you love it when you are treated like you are somebody? Because
the truth is, we are all somebody. We are all important. And maybe
most businesses cannot (and should not) let everybody pay with credit,
but even strangers can be treated with honor and respect.

"Namaste" is a polite Indian gesture of greeting or farewell. From
Hindi, the word literally means "bowing to you." Namaste has also
been used to mean "I honor the sacred that is within you." What a
remarkable thing it would be to actually honor the sacred that is
within each person we meet! Even strangers. Nobody would go unnoticed
and everybody would count.

Here is an exercise that may dramatically change your life: for one
month treat everybody you meet as if she or he is the most important
person in the world. The man sweeping the sidewalk, your spouse and
children, a teenager in the neighborhood, the elderly woman seated
across the aisle from you -- honor that which is sacred in all of
them.

Give your undivided attention. By your words and actions, communicate
to them all how important they are to you. Show them great respect and
kindness. You may be amazed at what happens to your relationships!

You may not single-handedly solve the problem of world peace -- but in
one small way at least, you will make a great difference.

Namaste.

-- Steve Goodier

I saw this in action today. I was scheduled for a stress test this morning. In the other part of the room, a lady, who had already been on the treadmill, was having her nuclear photos being taken. While she was lying there, the technician kept talking to her, asking about where she lived, where she was going to go for lunch, and all such stuff. Later, when I was having my photos done, I inquired about the lady. He told me that it must have been the first time she had done this because her heart rate was so high. He said that as he talked soothingly to her, her heart rate came back down to where it should be.

On my way out of the office, there was a lady standing at the window. I didn't see her face, but I could tell that she was crying. "He was such a good man," she said. I'm assuming she was speaking of her husband who had perhaps recently died. The physician was standing there, listening to her. The office girls were listening, giving her the time that she needed.

Such kindness. I walked away, feeling blessed to be connected to an office where they really seem to care. One doesn't always see that these days.

Namaste.

And a good time was had by all

This past weekend, I, along with 29 other ladies from my church attended the Women of Faith conference in Tampa. I became acquainted with this group by way of radio about twelve years ago. I listened to a report of these meetings popping up around the country, and I decided that if there was ever one near me, I would be there. The next year I attended one in Lakeland. After that it moved to Orlando, and now this year, for a larger venue, it was held in Tampa.

It is a great weekend of laughing, crying, being encouraged by women who have met with success, many of them facing uphill battles and yet triumphing through God's love and grace and mercy.

Many of you have seen the video of the crazy lady doing the William T*ll Overture, recounting her day's activities with her children. She was there as she has been for the last two or three years. Seeing that was almost worth the price of admission.

Nicole C. M*llen was there. What a dynamo! With her she had a group of young people whom she mentors and takes with her on these weekends to dance and sing praise to God. With her was her nephew, the little boy, who at 4, won the Oscar Ma*er Wiener singing contest. You may have seen him on O*rah some time ago when she had him on.

The speakers were great, but to me the highlight of the time was hearing Sandi Pat*y sing. As one said, she probably has the greatest singing voice of our day. She doesn't just sing. She really gets the message across with her interpretation and the orchestration that accompanies her singing.

I leave you with the song that most struck a chord with me. In these days of uncertainty, we have a mighty God, a mighty fortress. You can read some of the history of this hymn here

A mighty fortress is our God, a bulwark never failing;
Our helper He, amid the flood of mortal ills prevailing:
For still our ancient foe doth seek to work us woe;
His craft and power are great, and, armed with cruel hate,
On earth is not his equal.

Did we in our own strength confide, our striving would be losing;
Were not the right Man on our side, the Man of God’s own choosing:
Dost ask who that may be? Christ Jesus, it is He;
Lord Sabaoth, His Name, from age to age the same,
And He must win the battle.

And though this world, with devils filled, should threaten to undo us,
We will not fear, for God hath willed His truth to triumph through us:
The Prince of Darkness grim, we tremble not for him;
His rage we can endure, for lo, his doom is sure,
One little word shall fell him.

That word above all earthly powers, no thanks to them, abideth;
The Spirit and the gifts are ours through Him Who with us sideth:
Let goods and kindred go, this mortal life also;
The body they may kill: God’s truth abideth still,
His kingdom is forever.

Isn't she lovely!

One day when I was spending time with Ella, I turned on the TV and O*rah was on. I don't watch her as a rule, but that particular day she had on outstanding couples in show business, and I left it on for a while. The second couple was Stevie W*nder and his wife. He was not on the show that day, but his wife was. She is a fashion designer and at the end of her conversation with O*rah, several models came out wearing some of her creations.

The last model was Stevie's daughter. What a beauty. His wife said that this was the young woman for whom he had written the song "Isn't She Lov*ly!" back in 1973 when she was born. Although he could not see her with his eyes, he caressed her and wrote the song which so beautifully expressed his love for this new creation in his life.

My daughter-in-law works with a woman, who after Ella was born, made a copy of that song for her. She said that upon seeing Ella, the song came to her mind. While I was in Virginia, I went to my daughter-in-law's work one day, and her co-worker and I went out to lunch together. We've just really connected. She was talking about her mother and doing things with her and for her, and I happened to ask her how old her mother was. Sixty-six was her reply. My next question was what her birthday was. And guess what! It is the same as mine. How often would that happen?

After our lunch, one afternoon when I came into the house, Sabrina was playing a CD. Guess what it was. "Isn't She L*vely". It was then that she shared with me how she got a copy of the song.

Isn't she lovely
Isn't she wonderfull
Isn't she precious
Less than one minute old

I never thought through love we'd be
Making one as lovely as she
But isn't she lovely
made from love.

Isn't she pretty
Truly the angels' best
Boy, I'm so happy
We have been heaven blessed

I can't believe what God has done
Through us He's given life to one
But isn't she lovely
made from love.

When you have nothing else to do

I found this game on someone's blog last night and enjoyed playing it. Have fun.

Halloween Night

The last thing that I got to do with Ella before I left Virginia was to watch her as she went trick or treating on her street. Last year when she was three months old, she and her parents sat on their front step while the children came around. This year, all decked out as a flower, we accompanied her as she got to know some of her neighbors.

One of my daughter-in-law's co-workers has a couple of daughters a little older than Ella, and they have passed on many lovely outfits for Ella to wear. At the beginning of the month, they gave her a couple of costumes that had been lovingly crafted by a relative. One was a lamb costume; the other, this flower. When my DIL came home with them, I pulled out the lamb hat and put it on Ella, and did she ever look cute!


I went upstairs for a few moments before going out, and while I was up, Sabrina brought Ella upstairs to see me, and there she was, the lovely flower that you see here. Have you ever seen anything so cute?! I don't think so. What a lovely evening for meeting some of the neighbors. How gracious they all were, and of course, everyone oohed and aahed over the ever lovely Ella.

It was so much fun to watch her. The town limits the age of trick or treaters to twelve, and so there were not a lot of big kids in scary costumes. We were so pleased to see that she was not at all frightened of the kids in costumes, and it didn't take her long at all to figure out what was going on. On doorsteps where there was a basket of candy, she carefully picked up one and put it in her basket.

I left on Thursday morning after being in Virginia for a month. I so appreciate the graciousness of my son and his wife in allowing me to live in their house for a whole month. I was able to care for Ella four days a week. Wednesday was my "day off" so that I could run and do whatever I wanted. I even did a little cooking for them while I was there. I stopped on the way home to visit Judy. We met last year when I was on my way to Virginia at a restaurant and had breakfast together. This year I stopped by her house, and she served a lovely lunch. I also got to meet Mr. Kenju, who is recovering from a stroke.

I came on home on Friday. Today I watched Penn State beat Purdue. Yeah! And now, Florida State is playing Boston College in the background as I'm writing this.

My week coming up is filled to overflowing with appointments and responsibilities. I hope to get back to more regular posting and visiting soon.

Boo, y'all

This is Sarah's cat, Tucker, from a photo last year. If you recall, he had surgery for a cancerous tumor about three months ago. The tumor returned, and it continues to grow, but Tucker is still functioning well. Sarah sent me a photo of him the other day, and you can see how big the lump is in his side. I'll post it later.

I'll have to have post-Halloween photos of Ella. They'll be up after I get home. Today she's a farmer. We're headed over to her mom's work at UVA where they're having a farm theme for their party, so she will fit right in in her overalls. She's taking her favorite stuffed pig with her. Tonight I believe there will be a different costume.

Later.

A Hymn for Sunday

Last weekend I was in North Carolina attending a wedding. As I drove from Virginia to North Carolina, I saw many beautiful views. The first one was the view from the motel room the morning I was leaving to come back to Virginia. I was reminded this week as I thought of a post using these photos my time spent in Haiti. The name Haiti means high ground. Four-fifths of the country is made up of mountains. One familiar saying in Haiti is "Deye mon, gin mon." The translation is "Behind mountains there are more mountains." And that is so true in that country. My job in Haiti was that of a school teacher for children of missionaries, four of the best years of my life. Today many of the young people that I worked with are serving in different places as missionaries. I considered it my privilege to work with these junior high students.

Whenever we were together as a school group or in a get-together with their parents, if they were asked for their favorite song to sing, often they would suggest the hymn, "Unto the Hills." The words truly expressed the thoughts of Psalm 121 as the psalmist wrote of our heavenly Father who watches over us day and night, never sleeping .

Unto the hills around do I lift up my longing eyes.
Oh whence for me shall my salvation come, from whence arise?
From God, the Lord, doth come my certain aid
From God, the Lord, who earth and heaven hath made.

He will not suffer that thy foot be moved, safe shalt thou be.
No careless slumber shall his eyelids close, who keepeth thee.
Behold, He sleepeth not, He slumbreth ne'er.
Who keepeth Israel in his Holy care.

Jehovah is Himself thy Keeper true, thy changeless Shade;
Jehovah thy Defense on thy right hand Himself hath made.
And thee no sun by day shall ever smite;
No moon shall harm thee in the silent night.

From every evil shall He keep thy soul, from every sin;
Jehovah shall preserve thy going out, thy coming in.
Above thee watching, He Whom we adore
Shall keep thee henceforth, yea, forevermore.

May your Sunday be blessed with His presence.

My Bella

She doesn't look like a baby any more in this photo, does she. This one was taken on the way to church. I've taken a lot of photos of my Bella since I've been here, but not a lot of good ones. She doesn't sit still very long. Surprise, surprise. While I've been here, I've watched Ella four days a week and had Wednesdays off. We've had a good time together, and the month is quickly coming to a close. I'm sticking around until Halloween. One of my DIL's co-workers has daughters older than Ella, and he has loaned her some costumes. I can hardly wait to see what they decide on her wearing. The weather will play a part in that.

There is some fall color, but many trees are losing their leaves without a lot of color. It's raining today, hooray! I'm assuming it will be cooler after the rain.

In the photo of Ella, up in the corner is a photo of my husband. That photo was taken just a month before his death. We had had photos taken for our church directory in March. He died the last day of April. I'm so glad I have that photo of him. When he saw it, he made the comment that he didn't realize how much his hairline had receded. But it had.

I shall return

In the words of General McArthur, I shall return. I spent the weekend in North Carolina. I drove down on Friday and back on Sunday. Ella decided she didn't really need a nap this afternoon, so now I do.

Later.

Back of the clouds

After I took the photos of the storm clouds in my last post, the next day or so I snapped this one. The photo doesn't quite do it justice. The cloud truly had a silver lining.

I had just read the night before about Louise, a young woman in Michigan, who had succumbed to leukemia. She had a bone marrow transplant earlier this year, and fought so bravely, but finally lost the battle. And then a gentleman in our church, who had been battling throat cancer, passed away. I thought of them as I looked at this cloud with the light shining behind it.

It also reminded me of a college friend of mine, a friend who reconnected after thirty years. Our university set up a site where we could search for friends in our class. I received an e-mail from her when I was in Virginia in April. I answered her e-mail then, and after I got back to Florida, I didn't follow through.

While I've been up here again this month, I looked her up, and we've begun correspondence again.
When we were freshmen, we met, and our friendship formed. We discovered that we both liked to sing, and we would often go to the "practice shacks" and sing our hearts out. One song that we sang went something like this:

"Never fear though shadows dark around your path may fall.
Do not let your hearts be troubled.
Just remember God in heaven watches over all.
He will surely care for you.

Back of the clouds, the sun is always shining.
After the storm, the skies will all be blue.
God has prepared a rosy tinted lining,
Back of the clouds, it's waiting to shine through."

Many of you follow Melange. If you've never visited her blog, go there. She is a very gifted person, physician, mother, daughter, sister, and she is just so smart. Today she writes of her beloved Max. Go there and take your tissues.

(Somehow the formatting just does not work right for me. Forgive the appearance. I tried.)

Stormy Skies

Photowannabe posted several photos of stormy skies in her area of California last week, and I told her I was going to post some. I took the one at the top one evening as I was coming out of church. It looked like the bottom would fall out at any time.

On my way home I snapped another one...clouds still heavy. While I have been gone, Sarah called one night and said that it was raining buckets. Hopefully we have caught up on rain. I know that our drought has not been as bad as in some areas, but it seems that we are always down. The good thing is...no hurricanes.

Ella's Laughing Eyes

Well, I thought I would have a photo a day for my blog. For one thing, it's hard to catch Ella still to catch a good pose, or I'm not quick enough. Then by the time evening comes and I go upstairs, I'm not into posting. I've been enjoying everyone else's posts in the meantime. Last evening we were at the table and after Ella's daddy got up, she decided to climb up in his chair. I had my camera in hand, so David took it and snapped these photos.

Days are full with a toddler. One's work is never done. Of course, I don't have to tell any mothers that or anyone who is a caregiver. After my first day of taking care of Ella, I was ready for bed. She's such a good baby, but very busy, and one wouldn't want it any other way. She loves to go outside and see the birds, feel the breeze, and run her hands through the leaves, and pick up tiny sticks and whatever else she sees.

During the day we look at lots of books. Probably her favorite is "The Very Hungry Caterpillar." I know that many of you are familiar with that book. I picked up the DVD of it some months ago and gave it to Ella. Her daddy says that she likes it. Yesterday she brought me the DVD case. After I figured out how to play the DVD (I'm not really too technologically challenged, but there are lots of buttons to push on David's remote) we watched it, and watched it, and watched it. She seems mesmerized by it. I finally turned it off because her parents don't want her watching too much.

She has several CD's with kid's music on them that someone gave to Ella right after she was born. We listen to music a lot, and she loves to dance. Some of her moves are hilarious.

With CF, because of digestive issues and problems with failure to thrive, a high calorie diet is required. Ella has breakfast, then she has a snack, then lunch, another snack, and then dinner. The nutritionist encourages high calorie, high fat and salty snacks. Cheese is a great snack, peanut butter on graham crackers makes another great snack. A CF diet goes against everything that we're trying to incorporate into our diets today...low fat and low salt everything.

When I first began reading about CF, I read a post by a mom who said that she had to have a completely separate cabinet for her child's CF snacks because she (the mom) was gaining so much weight. David mentioned how hard it is not to pop anything into your mouth that she doesn't eat, and I understand completely. Every little mouthful adds up.

Ella went to the doctor on Monday for a throat culture to see if the Pseudomonas is still there. She has a few more days on the inhaled drug and then has a month off. Her doctor put her in a drug study, so her treatment is paid for.

This month is Breast Cancer Awareness Month. I so fully support that. Dear friends have had breast cancer. One of my cousins died at 33 from breast cancer. I do wish that there was more Cystic Fibrosis Awareness. The number of people with CF is relatively small. There are approximately 30,000 in the United States with CF. A genetic disorder inherited from a recessive gene that both parents carry. When both parents have that gene, there is a 1 in 4 chance of having a baby with CF. Unless there is reason to suspect it,parents are not routinely tested.

Fortunately for Ella, Virgina had just begun newborn testing in March before she was born in August of 2006. Florida just began testing July 1 of this year. Only a little over half of the states do routine testing in newborns. Early detection is one of the keys to having a healthy baby and toddler.

Well, I could go on and on, but I won't, but I will write more at another time. Thanks for checking in and reading.

Fourteen months old today

I'm still alive, and Ella is surviving me. This has been a busy week. Monday was very uneventful. We played in the house, played outside, ate several times and all in all had a good day. Tuesday started out o.k., but during the morning I noticed Ella wasn't playing. She crawled up in my lap and stayed there. I went in search of a thermometer, and she indeed did have a high temp. So her daddy came home and off we went to the doctor's office. Because of the cystic fibrosis, the didn't want to take any chances, so the pediatrician sent her for blood work and a chest x-ray. Everything apparently was negative. Yesterday she was more like her old self and today she seems to be feeling fine.

She does have an appointment on Monday with the specialist who wants to do another throat culture to see how the Pseudomonas is. She is still on an inhaled antibiotic twice a day as well as her regular treatments. She's so good about everything. It's harder on her parents on me than it is on her. She pretty much takes everything in stride. We are praying, of course, that the bacteria has not had time to colonize in her lungs.

The weather is warmer every day. It was 87 today. The humidity is not as bad here as in Florida, so it doesn't seem nearly so hot. I do have the air conditioner on upstairs in my chamber, though.

Many of you have been following Ella's journey with cf since her birth. Others of you are newcomers. I appreciate all your kindnesses and tender thoughts and words as you read about this grammy and her Ellla. She's a precious little girl.

I read a quote by C.S. Lewis today on my homepage. It read, "God is not proud. .. He will have us even though we have shown that we prefer everything else to Him." That brings to mind the verse, "Him that cometh to me I will in no wise cast out." I'm so glad He took me in.

Along the way

I left home around 8:00 yesterday (Saturday) morning. Being a Saturday in the fall, I tuned into the sports stations on the radio and caught updates of the Penn State game. I saw the recap of the game on ESPN last night...those interceptions! Then Georgia Tech was on, then South Carolina. Florida State was starting as I got to my destination for the evening.

As I drove up I-75, there were quite a few cars with Gator paraphernalia headed to Gainesville, and then there were cars on 75 and I-10 headed to Jacksonville for the FSU-Alabama game. The traffic was not as heavy as I would have thought, although it was early in the day, and the games didn't start until evening.

When I left home, I stopped and got a breakfast burrito and coffee to start my trip. I had driven for a little way, and I just wasn't awake, so I stopped and got a diet Coke. That helped a little, but then you know I had to go to the bathroom. My friends would say, "So what else is new?" I stopped at the "arches", went to the bathroom, and as I was walking out, this old lady came toward me. I was really taken aback when I realized I was looking at my reflection in a mirror. I looked like I had seen better days. I guess, in fact, that I have.

I was wearing a Penn State shirt. Stopping at a rest stop, someone said to me, "How are they doing?" I said that the last I heard, they were losing. When I checked into the hotel last night, a gentleman said to me, "They lost today." "I know," I said. Then when I checked my blog, someone had left a comment about the loss. But South Florida won on Friday night. Now that was quite a victory!

When I stepped outdoors this morning, cool, fresh air met me. Unless you live in Florida and experience the heat and humidity for so many months, you can't imagine what a refreshing feeling that is. As I drove on up into Virginia and started driving on I-64, I was sad to see two deer that had been hit and killed. They were small, so I assume they were young. I hate to see that, and I hate to think about the damage to the cars that hit them.

I passed a semi that was pulling a Baby Ruth trailer. That brought back memories. I remember when I was a kid, and candy bars cost a nickel, and they were big, I loved Baby Ruth. I would eat the chocolate and peanuts away from the nougat center and then relish that sweet stuff in my mouth just as long as I could. On the back of the truck was a sign that said, "This truck makes wide mouths." (instead of wide turns) There was a picture of a cross-section of a Baby Ruth candy bar.

I finally arrived at my son's around 1:30. No one is here. He had told me they were going to go to Charlottesville to play disc golf this afternoon. I said that that was quite all right since I was going to be here for a whole month. They didn't have to wait here for me. So...I haven't seen Miss Ella yet, but I imagine she'll be here pretty soon.

Have a good week.

Friday fun and frenzy

If my grammy doesn't hurry up and come, I'm going to go see her. Well, Grammy is on her way tomorrow to Virginia where she is going to spend the whole month being with Ella (oh, yes, her parents too.) I was going to stop along the way to do some visiting, but I'm going to wait until I'm on my way home to do that.

For fun today, go here and click on Video Clips. This lady is so funny. I've seen her for the last three years at Women of Faith conferences, and she never fails to have the house roaring with laughter. Those of whose children have flown the nest, and that is most of the people who come here, can remember the days when households were a little hectic and hurried. Turn up the sound for it is truly funny.

In other news (the frenzy) the University of South Florida Bulls, who have only had a football program for the last eleven years, are playing tonight before a sellout crowd at Ra*mond James Stadium in Tampa, where they will host West Virginia. West Virginia is ranked #5 in the polls. South Florida is #18. They are hoping for an upset just like they did last year. I told my Penn State friends that I'm glad we're not playing them. The team might be embarrassed. They did indeed play them three or four years ago, beat them, but it was a tough battle.

The city of Tampa has named today "Green and Gold Day." So, go Bulls! I'll be watching.