The great flood of 2011

By now everyone knows that the Mississippi river is flooding. What they don't report is that all the rivers that flow into the Mississippi are also flooding. Fortunately we live on Crowley's Ridge, which was formed by an earthquake in the 1800's. We live above the floodline. But just because our house is dry does not mean we are not affected. We can only get in or out of our home by B O A T. We drove out Saturday to get a vehicle to dry land. The water came halfway up the headlights on my Ford Expedition. That was the less flooded gravel road we used. The direct way to town down Hwy 163 was too deep to attempt. We hadn't been out since the Thursday before. Now there is flooding up the road from where we parked on dry land. Looks like we made need another boat to put at that site.

Less than a brain

It seems that Charlie Sheen has managed to cost not only himself a job, but the people he works with as well. I had watched this show only to determine it was some of the biggest filth on tv and never tuned in again. But I am really pissed at the whole sheen family now. Seems dear old dad has deemed his son's addiction a cancer. He actually had the audacity to say this on air. IT IS NOT. I DID NOT choose to have cancer. No one CHOOSES to have cancer. But there are plenty of people, just like the above mentioned ne'er do well, that choose to drink, do drugs, lie, screw around, and PUBLISH all of it. THAT IS NOT CANCER. Ask anyone who suffers from it. Ask any parent who has lost a child to it, any child who has lost a parent. This is my blog and I will say what I want. If you don't like it, you don't have to read it. Your loss, not mine.

Answered prayer

My friend, Claudette, received a liver yesterday. We were afraid she would not live long enough to get one. But some brave family made the ultimate sacrifice and decided to donate their loved ones organs. She received the call about 6 am to go to the hospital. We were all at church and had prayer during opening of morning service. She had been told not to get her hopes up, that it might not be a match. We had sung about a fourth of our opening hymn when her son sent me a text that it was a match! Talk about answered prayers! She came through the surgery and is doing well so far.

FB Peep

One of my facebook friends died today. From cancer. I hadn't known her long. Just since my own diagnosis in January. I will miss her. She knew what I was going through. Knew about being bald. Not being able to get out of bed. Being sick. And tired. And sick and tired of being sick and tired. Hope she enjoys her Christmas with Jesus.

My baby

This is my baby's sr. picture. SIL Kaye did these. Isn't he handsome?

Seasons

It must be fall. There are all these little clues. School has started, you can hear the high school bands practicing, their music wafting on the ever so slightly cooler breezes. There are even football games, high school Friday nights, and taking over the airways the rest of the weekend into the week sometimes. Not here. Fall means sweater weather, crisp mornings, burning leaves. It's gonna be freaking 95 degrees here today and that way for the next week. Lows around 79 or 80. You don't burn leaves, it would just make it hotter. Sweaters? Maybe in December. At least the humidity is not as high. Instead of 95 with heat index of 115, it will feel like the actual temp here now. There are four seasons in Arkansas:
1. Summer
2. Still summer
3. Christmas
4. Almost summer

Yea, I know

I do not know what the deal is with the picture. I tried to make it smaller. I tried to include me and Philip on it. We will just ssay this is in honor of Andrew's 19th birthday which is Friday. Yay, me, for I did all the work. But if you click on my "baby" you can see me and Philip, I am so sporting my Chrome dome!
I was told I do not update enough. My excuse? I have cancer. I use it to try to get out of a whole bunch of stuff. It's starting not to work. Dang. Guess I've milked it for all it was worth (milked, breast cancer, get it?). My hair is coming back. Almost long enough not to wear a wig or do rag. I tried it one day going to Sonic, but the little carhop 'bout dropped our order. I find myself having to go back in the house after a head covering when we are going somewhere because I never wear anthing at home. My hair is coming back WHITE. Kaye says it's gray, I say no, blonde, we compromise that it has chrome highlights. Works for me. At least I have hair again. Still haven't made up my mind about reconstruction. Have pain just from wearing fiberfill prosthesis so I don't think I'm ready for real fake boobies just yet. Big decision. No that was not a boob joke for those of you who know mine were huge. Philip loves to rub my head. So does hubby. They tell me it feels like a build a bear animal.