Tuesday, December 01, 2009


Cablers? Is that even a word? Oh well, hopefully it got your attention!

I am needing your expertise on crocheting cables. My daughter, Ryanne, has given me absolutely ZERO ideas on what to get her for Christmas. I see a nice little gift card in her immediate future! :) However, since last summer, she has hinted around that if I really wanted to crochet her something, she would love a new black, CABLED scarf to match her store-bought and very used brown one. So, I hunted around on various crochet sites and even bought a book from Leisure Arts that has a gazillion cable patterns in it. The fear of crocheting cables has caused me to procrastinate until now, and with very little time left, I'm soliciting any words of wisdom you might have.

This past weekend, I took some white, easy-to-see yarn and attempted 5 different patterns from the book. On each swatch, I crocheted at least 4 rows. I could never seem to make the "cables" look like the ones in the pictures. All of the patterns used front post doubles or front post trebles, which weren't really the problem. It was making the criss-crosses with the front posts and skipping the stitches and going back to pick up the skipped stitches that I couldn't seem to get the hang of.

So, I'm hoping one of my trusty-rusty crochet buddies can come to my rescue. Have any of you done cables? Do you have a pattern that you like? Am I just making this harder than it really is?

Perhaps I can just buy a nice, hand-crocheted, black, cabled scarf from one of you??????   :) 

I made this scarf for her last year.
Can't imagine why she would want to wear anything else!!

Tuesday, November 24, 2009


Hello, Dear Friends! 
I hope you haven't totally and completely forgotten about me. I have not been far away, and in fact, I've been keeping up with all of you from afar. But, I've had some other things occupying my time, and I've finally decided to sit down this morning and share with you what's been going on in my life.

I'm not exactly sure where to start, so I guess I'll just jump in, head-first, and we'll see where it leads.

Last Thursday, I went to see my doctor for my "annual" visit, with all the fun and excitement that entails! I sat there on the exam table, pretty much wearing my birthday suit, and clinging to the skimpy paper cloth that was supposed to cover my privates, but not much else. My doctor, sweet lady that she is, bopped into the room, plugged in her laptop, and started firing off questions. We went through my medical history, which really hasn't changed much in the past year, we reviewed the medications and supplements I'm taking, and she then asked me if I had any new concerns to discuss with her. I proceeded to tell her about the previous day, and how I was awakened very early in the morning by some chest pains. She turned to stare at me and seemed to become more acutely interested in what I was saying. Well, I proceeded to describe my day, how the chest pains subsided, then returned, and along with the pains, I noticed some numbness and tingling in my left arm.

Okay, I have somewhat of a medical background, and I know what you all are thinking, which is exactly what my doctor was thinking! In a very high-pitched voice, she screeched, "And, why didn't you call me? It would've taken you just 5 minutes to call!"

I explained to her that I was afraid she would send an ambulance after me, and I didn't want to take a chance of riding to the hospital in an ambulance, only to be told that I was suffering from some nasty indigestion! She then scurried out of the room, and in a flash, the nurse came in with the EKG machine. I had told my doctor that I wasn't really having the sharp pains then, but more of a "pressure" in my chest, with a little pain in my neck. Well, that REALLY got her riled up. While I was being pasted with the EKG electrodes, I had a dose of nitroglycerin shoved under my tongue. WOW!  I've had chronic headaches for some time now, but the headache that ensued after the nitro dissolved was almost indescribable.

The doctor said she wanted to send me to the ER by ambulance, and of course, I balked at that suggestion. She absolutely refused to allow me to drive, so she sat with me while I attempted to reach my husband, who was out of the office and had his phone turned off. I then called my sister, the police officer, and sheepishly asked her if she could pick me up and drop me off at the nearest ER. It should've taken my sister about 15-20 minutes to get to the doctor's office, but I think she was there in about 7!!!

On the way to the hospital, I had to go through my story again, and reiterate my explanation as to why I didn't call the doctor about my chest pain episodes. My sister is extremely experienced at ass-chewing, yet she does it in such a loving and caring way! NOT!!!!!   :)

Okay, so she dropped me off at the door so she could find a parking spot. I walked in to the registration desk and told the teenager there that my doctor had sent me in to be checked out for chest pains. She told me to wait right there. She skipped through some doors, and returned immediately with a very grumpy looking nurse. I was then escorted into Triage, where once again I had to describe my pains and pressures and tingling sensations. I was told to wait in the waiting room, so I walked out, met my sister, and we sat . . . for no more than one minute, before the nurse was again at the door, calling my name.

Once I got back to the treatment room, things started happening very quickly. Have you ever watched the TV show, "ER", where it looks like the doctors and nurses are stepping all over each other, and it's almost impossible to tell whose hands are whose when they're poking and prodding on the patient? Well, that's about how I felt. The doctor and nurses and techs were all coming at me from different angles, and it was almost impossible to know what all was being done. Questions, questions, questions!! I had to repeat everything again. Had I known I was going to have to repeat my story over and over, I would have typed it all out before going to see my doctor that morning and just distributed copies. :)

You know, I have to interject here that the medical providers who attended to me that day were all very precise and very professional. I have had lousy experiences in hospitals before, but this one was one of the best, considering I wasn't real excited about being there in the first place!  And, I guess I shouldn't be surprised by the immediate snap-into-action that occurred after I first walked up to the registration desk. Here I am, 51 years old, obese, and complaining of chest symptoms, sent to the ER by a physician. Yeah, I can understand all the excitement.

Well, my sister was finally able to reach my husband, and he was quickly by my bedside. The EKG looked okay, and the first set of cardiac enzymes came back okay, but they wanted to put me in observation, in order to do two more sets of enzymes. They said I would probably be able to go home that evening. Soon, I was whisked off to the "Medical Decision Unit", where I would camp out for the next several hours.

Things were humming along, I was fed lunch, and I even crocheted awhile on a baby afghan that I had taken along to work on at the doctor's office. My headache from all the nitroglycerin was unrelenting, but otherwise, I felt decent. Then, something weird happened. I don't know what it was, and the doctor and nurses never really figured it out. But, I started feeling like my body was literally glued to the bed, and it took every ounce of strength I had to lift my arms off the bed. I had difficulty talking and turning my head from side to side. My husband noticed this almost immediate change, and he summoned the nurse. She said they had been keeping an eye on my blood pressure from the desk, which was extremely low. In fact, my diastolic pressure (the bottom number) never got above 60, and was consistently in the 30-50 range. Other than that visible sign, my weakness, and the horrendous headache, they could not determine what caused that episode, which lasted well into the evening. Because of this new "symptom", the ER doctor wanted me to stay overnight and be seen by the cardiologist the next morning. To be honest, at that point, I didn't fuss and argue because I was a little worried about this strange feeling I was having.

So, I know most of you have spent time in hospitals, as have I. But, I've never had to stay in a room that was in such close proximity to the Emergency Department. There was commotion and shenanigans all night long . . . screaming babies, moaning and groaning patients, and medical personnel, scurrying to and fro, ALL NIGHT LONG!  In addition, my night nurse, who was very nice to visit with, seemingly didn't want me to sleep. She kept coming in to chat and everytime she left, she would leave the door open. The machines I was hooked to were so annoying and uncomfortable, especially the blood pressure cuff, which was set to go off every 15 minutes. Needless to say, no sleep for the weary, so I got to watch a lot of "Food Network". :)

The cardiologist visited me on Friday morning. He was nice, but pretty typical of a "specialist" . . . very brisk and direct, with no dilly-dallying or small talk. He, too, was concerned about my low diastolic blood pressure, which he said could be the sign of a leaky aortic valve. Well, that caused my husband to just about drop, right there on the floor! I was scheduled for an echocardiogram to see if there was any valve damage.

A funny little side note here is that Friday was the day Hunter was scheduled to arrive home from Camp Classen, for those of you who follow her blog. My husband was just about beside himself, trying to figure out how to be at both the hospital and at Hunter's school at the same time. It makes me chuckle now to think about his anxiety, although I'm sure he didn't think it was funny at the time.

Well, I was taken to Radiology to have the Echo done, and of course, the Sonographer would not tell me anything. She just kept me talking about everything under the sun BESIDES heart conditions! She rolled me back to my room, wished me a Happy Thanksgiving, and said the nurse would be in soon. Again, my husband was so fidgety, not knowing whether I was going or staying. Finally, the nurse burst into the room and exclaimed, "You're free to go!" All that drama, and it was finally over. She wouldn't really tell us what the Echo showed, but instructed me instead to call the cardiologist to make a follow-up appointment (which I've yet to do)!

Hubby took me home so I could bathe and get into bed, and he made it to Hunter's school probably two minutes after their busses arrived. They stopped off at Sonic to get some "heart-healthy" lunch to bring home, and then Hunter came flying into my room, excited and talking non-stop about her week at Camp Classen.

So, dear ones, that is how I spent a good portion of last week. I didn't post this earlier for a couple of reasons. One is because I would not let my husband or sister call Ryanne, my oldest daughter, to let her know I was in the hospital. Yes, that was probably a mistake, but I truly felt like I was okay, and I didn't want Ryanne dropping everything in her busy schedule to run to my bedside. Since her dad's passing, she tends to freak out if she gets wind that I'm feeling "under the weather". I was afraid Ryanne would read my blog before I got a chance to talk to her. I have now discussed everything with her, and I certainly got a tongue-thrashing, and I probably deserve it. The other reason I've waited to post is simply because I didn't want to sound whiney and moany-groany, and come across as a sympathy-seeker. That is truly not who I am, and in fact, it's probably why I didn't let everyone know earlier that I was having these chest pain symptoms. I just don't like to complain.

Now, I'd like to take a moment to wish all of you a very happy Thanksgiving. I hope you're doing whatever it is that makes you happy. If you are traveling, be safe. If you are spending the day with your family, give them all an extra hug. And, regardless of where you are or who you're with, be thankful.

I have some crochet projects to show you, but I haven't uploaded any pictures yet. For now, I'll leave you with this funny shot that Hunter got of her dad, who fell asleep, snuggling with our Greyhounds!  Forget the chest pains . . . he's going to kill me first!  :)

Monday, November 09, 2009


. . . or all's fair in love and sisterhood! Or something like that. :-) My last post was dedicated to my 27-year-old and her new haircut. I think my 10-year-old, or The Bean, as you all know her, is feeling a little slighted. So, with that being said . . . . drum roll . . . . I hereby dedicate this post to my darling daughter, Hunter Lyn "The Bean" Bowers! This is what Hunter has been doing lately . . .






Hunter Bean, you are my joy and the apple of my eye. You are such a sweet, talented, and special young lady, and I love you very much.        - Mom -

Friday, November 06, 2009


Gosh, between being sick all week and my mean old boss still making me work, I've had very little time for computer fun. I've been reading and keeping up with you guys, just not commenting a lot or doing much posting myself. I've been doing a little crochet, and I'll get those pictures posted this weekend. But, my primary reason for posting today is to share with you some pictures of my daughter, Ryanne.

Ryanne's daddy lost his battle with colon cancer two years ago. Since that time, she has been growing her hair out in order to donate it to "Locks of Love", in honor of her daddy. As of Wednesday, I thought she might be on the verge of backing out, as she told me how nervous she was and that the anxiety was making her nauseated.

Well, she definitely wanted to go through with it, so I went with her yesterday to be her hand-holder and her official photographer. Following are some photos to help describe her experience:







Ryanne's proud papa is looking down on her now with a big smile on his face, knowing what a sweet and thoughtful little girl he raised. Oh, okay, I guess I'll take a smidgeon of credit for that, too. She really is a blessing to all of us who know and love her. 

Love you, Baby Girl!

Tuesday, October 27, 2009


Sorry, I'm just a posting fool today, huh! :) I'm just trying to make up for lost time, I guess. Anyway, I just finished posting about my "award", and was settling in to start on my "real work", when lo and behold, I looked out and the postman was walking up to my door with a package in his hand. Oh, how I love packages, especially if I suspect they're for me! :) 

Well, I ripped the box open and pulled out the goodies inside, and here is what I got.

This is what I ordered from Joann's, in response to Gloria's request for help in making squares for her IC Awareness Afghan. Okay, so I don't really need ALL those hooks to crochet the squares, but they had a good deal on them, and I couldn't resist. I had never used the bamboo-handled hooks until I tried the one Gloria sent me in my "goodie box". I absolutely love it, so rather than put these on my Christmas list, I went ahead and bought them.

Okay, Gloria, I'm ready for the gauge, hook size, etc.!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 


I received an award from two of my very sweet blogging buddies, Sally at Suburban Hooker and Bev at One Yarn After Another.
The rules for accepting this award are fairly simple.....

It is my mission to reveal 6 things about myself that you don't know, then award it to six other gorgeous bloggers.
Now to try to dig up some old skeletons out of my closet . . . . .

1. I spent over two years of my life fighting anorexia. GO FIGURE!
2. I played sports like a boy and could've probably been the first female to play quarterback for the OU Sooners! Seriously, I could throw the ball farther and more accurately than any of the guys I ever played with.
3. I bowled my first 200 game when I was 9.
4. I really, REALLY dislike people who say mean and hurtful things behind other peoples' backs.
5. I don't desire great wealth, but I would like to have enough money to be able to retire comfortably and do things for abandoned babies and animals.
6. I could eat Mexican food for every single meal. (See #1, and this is why it was only 2 years!) :)

I am now passing this on to:
Gloria at Hooked On Yarn
Pammy Sue at Scotty's Place
Kaitlyn at The World According To Kaitlyn
Janet at Janet Happy Girl Has Happy Hook
Kathy at Kathy's Crochet Cabin
Carolyn (come out of hiding) at The Kansas Hooker


Hi, Ya'll!  Hope everybody's week is going well so far. Hey, I wanted to tell you about my trip to Wal-Mart yesterday. I'm sure you have all seen those recent emails called "People of Wal-Mart". I think there are at least three editions so far. Well, I don't want to offend anybody, but truly, some of those characters who are supposedly shopping at Wal-Mart just HAVE to be actors! I mean, you've got the dudes in the tight, crotch-grabbing spandex, and the "large" women with their cracks showing as they're bending over the produce, and the wanna-be "Miami Ink" stars who are tatooed from the tips of their earlobes, down to their little pinky toes!

Well, yesterday, I could have easily been one of those "People". I was way overdue getting my oil changed and tires rotated, so I thought I'd stop off at Wal-Mart to get that done and maybe get a little shopping done. The grumpy guy at the automotive checkpoint said it would be about an hour, so I went inside, grabbed a basket and headed off to points unknown. I really needed to do a little grocery shopping, but alas, the yarn aisle was calling my name. My husband has grounded me from buying more yarn, so of course, I was just going to "browse". I happened to find some really neat, soft Bernat baby yarn, and I was struck with a marvelous idea. I tossed a few skeins in my basket, along with some Peaches and Cream "Peppermint", a package of hooks, and I even found a "how-to" beginner's book on knitting, which will be the topic of a later post.

Anyway, rather than head to the groceries, I whipped my basket around and headed straight back to the automotive department. I paid for my goodies and plopped myself down in the waiting area, alongside a couple of good ol' country boys who were reading mechanic magazines. Okay, if you're addicted to crochet like I am, then what I did next will not surprise you in the least. But, my sister and oldest daughter claim they don't know me when I tell them about my crochet antics. :) Anyway, out popped a skein of yarn and the package of hooks, and I decided to just bide my time, working on a granny square and see how much I could get crocheted before my car was ready. Got the vision? Fat lady, sitting in the automotive department with a couple of "real men", fingers flying feverishly, while being watched constantly by the young girl behind the counter, who FINALLY got up the nerve to ask me what I was making, and if I always took my crochet with me on my visits to Wal-Mart! I kept grinning to myself, thinking how silly I must've looked, but you know what? I didn't care. I was able to use all three colors, and I was pretty pleased with what I got done, while hanging out in the automotive department waiting room.  I guess I'll just keep going on it and give it to someone with a new baby.

I also took some pics of these little scrubbies that I made over the weekend. They're super fun to make and quick and easy! My husband even asked if he could have the purple one, so I know I've done something good when he comments on my crochet. :)  I'll post the link to the pattern later today.

EDITED TO ADD:  Here is the link to the dish scrubbies. Again, super quick and fun to make, although I would've rather used nylon scrubbies, versus the copper. I have a hard time finding the nylon ones around here, though. (Maybe I should have done a little more shopping at Wal-Mart! :)

Wednesday, October 21, 2009


I had some requests for my soup, so I thought it might be easier to just post the recipe. I've made this for many years and have yet to find anyone who didn't ask for seconds. It is so easy to make and works up very quickly. My baby sister always requests this soup and especially when she's got the sniffles. In the past, if I've had difficulty finding Mexican Velveeta, I've just used regular Velveeta and added a little Tabasco. A couple of times I added some crispy bacon pieces, which gives it that baked potato flavor and besides, what's a few more calories?! :)  If you've got a big stockpot, you can easily double the recipe. It's always better the second day (if there's any left over!) :)  Enjoy!

2 tablespoons margarine

1 cup chopped celery

1 cup chopped onion

2 (14.5 ounce) cans chicken broth

3 cups peeled and cubed potatoes

1 (15 ounce) can whole kernel corn

1 (4 ounce) can diced green chiles

1 (2.5 ounce) package country style gravy mix

2 cups milk

1 cup shredded Mexican-style processed cheese food

1. In large saucepan, melt margarine over medium high heat. Add celery and onion; cook and stir until tender, about 5 minutes.
2. Add chicken broth; bring to a boil. Add potatoes; cook over low heat for 20 to 25 minutes or until potatoes are soft, stirring occasionally.
3. Stir in corn and chiles; return to boiling. Dissolve gravy mix in milk; stir into boiling mixture. Add cheese; cook and stir over low heat until cheese is melted.



I snitched these questions from Hunter’s blog (at her persistent requests)  :)

A - Age: 51

B - Bed size: King, Sleep Number (I LOVE my bed!!)

C - Chore you hate: Anything in the bathroom

D - Dog's names: Maximus aka Max and Mini aka Minimus

E - Essential start your day item: Coffee from my Keurig

F - Favorite color: Most days it’s red, but today it’s BLACK!

G - Gold or Silver: Gold to sell, silver to wear

H - Height: 5’8” and shrinking daily

I - I am: Sick at my stomach after meeting with our tax consultant

J - Job: Medical coder

K - Kids: 2 darling daughters, Hunter, 10, and Ryanne, 27 (yeah, I know I was insane!)

L - Living arrangements: Home in far south OKC with Hunter, Hubby, and 2 Greyhounds

M - Mom's name: I called her “Mom”, but her name was Shirley, named after Shirley Temple

N - Nicknames: Big Sis, Cro-Mama

O - Overnight hospital stay other than birth: Complications from tonsillectomy, pilonidal cyst, pneumonia, shattered left leg, gallbladder, and two hospitalizations with baby Hunter

P - Pet Peeve: I have quite a few, but today the one on my mind is my husband setting his alarm clock an hour before he’s ready to get up and having to hear the radio come on every 7 minutes until he turns it off.

Q - Quote from a movie: From “Twilight” – “Better hang on tight, Spider Monkey!” (Edward to Bella before he dashes up a tree with her hanging on his back. I don’t know why that cracks me up so much!)

R - Right or left handed: Right, but I deal cards left-handed and sometimes eat with my left

S - Siblings: One baby sister, Tammy, age 45, OKC police officer

T - Time you wake up: Whenever my husband’s alarm goes off (See “P” above!)

U- Underwear: Always! I think my daughters call them “Granny Panties”!

V - Vegetable you dislike: BEETS! (ugh, makes me shiver just thinking of them!)

W - Ways you run late: Trying to get Hunter ready! Oh, and playing on the computer when I’m supposed to be getting myself ready.

X - X-rays you've had: I was very athletic as a youngster, yet very clumsy. I think I was up to 16 broken bones before shattering my left leg in a horseback-riding accident. Therefore, lots of x-rays!!

Y - Yummy food you make: Cheesy Potato Corn Chowder (leave me a comment if you’re interested, and I’ll send you the recipe)

Z - Zoo favorite: Monkeys, and white tigers, which our zoo doesn’t have.

I think just about everyone in my little blogging world has been tagged. If not, and if you'd like to snag these questions, feel free. I love to read everyone's answers!!

I'm off to sulk now. NOT good news from the tax guy. But, heck, it's only money, right? I'll be back tomorrow, hopefully with a happier face on.

Sunday, October 18, 2009


I'm back finally, after a crazy week! I kept peeking in on your posts, but didn't have time for much posting of my own. While working from home, I took breaks every now and then and got a little crocheting done and here are some pictures to show you.



I've been inspired after seeing all the neat patterns for fingerless gloves/mittens, so I thought I'd give 'em a try. They're fun to make and super easy. For the life of me, I can't recall where I obtained the patterns, and I'd really like to give the designers credit. I'm bad about doing a copy/paste in Word, then forgetting where I was. I apologize, and I promise to do better. Anyway, I wanted to post pictures of these, in spite of my husband, who really dislikes fingerless gloves. My husband, who will eat and drink just about anything put in frong of him, rates his dislike up there with "green noodles" and Starbuck's new instant coffee. The "green noodles" were a dish I made early in our marriage that he detested, but was afraid to say anything until months later, after the honeymoon had worn off! As for the Starbucks-To-Go, he was NOT impressed and said the concoction tasted something like swill. (I'm not sure what swill is, but he uses the term to describe anything that tastes disgusting!)

As you can see, my other little project this week was to make Christmas stockings for all the fur kids in our family. I think I decided that I will need 13, so I have a few more to make. But, this is what I got done in a couple of days. The bright colors were inspired by Lucy at Attic 24. If you haven't yet experienced Lucy's remarkable blog, please check it out!

And, finally, in my collage of pictures, I thought I'd show you a practice square I made last night, just to see if I could follow the pattern. Gloria, from Hooked on Yarn One Stitch At A Time, is going to put together an "Awareness Afghan" for Joe Daczko, of Mantua, Ohio, who will be running a race and representing those people who suffer from Interstitial Cystitis. Check out Gloria's blog for all the details. I volunteered to help with the squares, so I thought I'd better practice before starting the real thing. :)  I didn't realize that filet patterns were so much fun!!

So, I hope you all are having a fun-filled and relaxing weekend. My poor Sooners lost again yesterday . . . to TEXAS, of all teams, so I was sad about that. But, it's just football, right? Life goes on, I suppose. :) 

See you all soon!

Sunday, October 11, 2009


Happy Sunday evening, Everyone! I hope you all had a wonderful and relaxing weekend. I was pretty darn busy, and it seems like the weekend got away from me somehow, but that's quite the norm these days.

I'm mainly writing at this late hour just to let you all know that I will be doing more lurking this coming week and less commenting and participating. My work situation is really crazy. I actually have two bosses right now. My boss, Mary Jones, owns her own medical coding company. I've been doing contract coding work for her since 2005. Back in April of this year, we lost our largest contract, mainly due to the sucky economy. With the loss of that contract also came a tremendous loss of income for me. I went for over a month with very little paid work, although I sure got a lot of crocheting done. :)  Unfortunately, we are not wealthy by any means, and we have to have two incomes to survive, so I had to find more permanent employment. I was hired by a company called Phycon, Inc., which specializes in medical coding and billing for emergency room physicians all across the US. I've been working for this company for three months and love what I'm doing. The best benefit is that I'm allowed to work from home, and that goes a long way to make up for the huge cut in pay I had to take.

Well, anyway, my other boss, Mary, got a call from one of our former clients who had not used our services in over a year. This client asked Mary if I could come out to do their coding Oct. 12-16, while one of their coders goes on vacation. Mary, bless her little pea-pickin' heart, didn't have the nerve to tell this lady that I now have a REAL job, but instead, she said, "Sure, Keri will be happy to fill in for you that week!"

So, when Mary told me about the plans she had made for me, I had to go in to my current boss and eat humble pie. I explained the situation to her, and also explained that I could really, REALLY use the extra money for Christmas. So, she said it would be okay for me to work both jobs this week, and that she would try to insure that my work load would be a little lighter than usual.

Needless to say, I have a VERY full week ahead of me. I doubt I'll get much computer time, but I will do my best to read everything you all write. I just may not get to comment as much as I'd like. I'm sure Hunter will take up the slack for me! :)

By the way, thanks to all of you who have written to Hunter and have been so kind to her. She's having a ball, messing with her blog and making new friends. You all are the best!!! 

Thursday, October 08, 2009


SEPTEMBER 16, 1934 - OCTOBER 8, 1996

Mom behind her desk at work. She hated having her picture taken, but she actually liked this picture and gave it to me as a gift one year.

AUGUST, 1996
This is me on the left, my sister, Tammy, and Mom. It was taken about two weeks before she went into the hospital for the last time.

Okay, before you all get your tissues out, I'll let you know right up front that this is not meant to be a sad and dreary post. I hope I got that nonsense out of my system about three weeks ago, on Mom's birthday. My post today is simply to let everyone know that I miss my Mom terribly, and I want you all to know what a wonderful, loving, generous, funny, and caring person she was.

Mom was born on September 16, 1934, in Healdton, Oklahoma. She was an only child, due to the fact that her parents divorced when she was 5, and my grandmother never remarried. She, instead, devoted the rest of her life to Mom and to my sister and me after our arrival.

Mom was very popular as a teenager and looking back at her highschool yearbooks, it seems she was just about "Miss Everything". She was the band majorette, she was homecoming queen, she sang in the glee club, she presided over the Student Council, and she was voted "Miss Healdton High" her senior year. Due to limited funds, rather than go off to college, Mom attended secretarial school in Oklahoma City. After graduation, she was hired at Pan American Petroleum Company. That is where she met my dad, Ken. In 1952, they were married. Six years later, yours truly was born. (Me!)  In 1964, my sister was born, and our family was complete.

I look back on my childhood, and I could not have asked for anything more wonderful. My sister and I grew up in a warm and loving home, with two of the most incredible parents anyone could ever ask for. One week after my 16th birthday, however, my dad destroyed everything our family had come to enjoy. He left us "to get his life figured out", but we later found out that it was because of another woman . . . one that was about 10 years older than me. They ultimately married, but that didn't last long, and he spent the next 10-15 years, searching. He went from job to job and woman to woman, but I think in reality, no one could compare to my mother, and therefore, he never settled down with anyone again. Today, he is a hermit . . . sad and depressed, lonely and pitiful, who finds really nothing of joy in life except his liquor, cigarettes, and television.

Well, now that I got off the subject . . . . . . back to my mom. What a beautiful person she was. When my dad left, my mother's heart was broken, I think literally. She never got over the loss of her first true love, and years later, it was the failure of her heart that led to her demise.

Mom was not perfect. She had her flaws just like we all do. She would not put down her beloved cigarettes, which she started smoking when she was 16, back when it was okay and cool to do such things. After her heart failure resulted in three-vessel heart bypass surgery, she still continued to smoke those damn things. Her cardiologist finally sat her down and flat out told her, very bluntly, that she was going to die . . . soon . . . if she did not stop smoking.

Alas, she finally stopped. But, it was too late. The cigarettes contributed to her lung problems, which of course, exacerbated her heart disease. Ultimately, the cause of her death was attributed to a collapsed valve, which they said could not be replaced because of the poor condition of her heart and lungs. I mentioned in my post on Mom's birthday (Sept. 16) that I took her to the hospital on September 16, and after three weeks in the ICU, she very quietly passed away on October 8th, 1996.

I don't really know how to explain it, without it sounding cold and callous, but I was somewhat relieved when the nurse told me that Mom was gone. She was dependent on a ventilator, and was being fed through a stomach tube. By the end, I don't think she recognized us, and we were unable to really communicate with her. I know Mom would not have wanted to live like that. So, it was somewhat of a blessing to know that she wouldn't have to suffer anymore.

So, today is not as difficult for me to get through as you might expect. It's always there, in the back of my mind, like a really scary movie or a horrible nightmare, but after all these years, I prefer now to focus on the beautiful person my mother was, and to remember her generosity and her love for my sister and me, her grand-daughter, Ryanne, and all her furry friends.

Thank you for letting me share with you. It's good therapy for me to express my thoughts, and I hope I didn't bore you or depress you too much. I would just like to end by saying that I hope all of you tell your family and friends you love them often, give them hugs whenever you can, and be patient and understanding, even though it's incredibly hard sometimes.

Wednesday, October 07, 2009


Thank you so much to those of you who checked out Hunter's blog and signed on as followers. She is so excited and already so addicted. (Maybe that's not such a good thing, huh?) :)  She mentioned this morning that she loves blogging and "meeting" all her new friends, and it even keeps her off Club Penquin, which is really something.  She has been busy checking all her posts to see if there are new comments, and I think she is writing comments back if she can find who left the comment.

Anyway, I just wanted to say "thanks" for being so friendly and accomodating.

Monday, October 05, 2009


To all my Blog buddies:

My daughter, Hunter, has created her own blog. She got really interested after reading a lot of your blogs and comments to my blog. I mildly encouraged her, just because I thought it would be good practice for her, learning new things about the computer, plus getting some writing experience. (She definitely needs help with her spelling and grammar.) Well, she's got her blog, and she's excited about it, but she's disappointed because she doesn't have any followers except for her teacher and me. Our other family members don't have access to Blogger and are having trouble even leaving her coments.

I'm wondering if any of you would be willing to check out her blog and perhaps sign up as a "follower"? I don't really want her to search out other blogs on the internet, for safety reasons. But, I think I can trust all my crochet buddies. No obligation, and even if you do sign up to follow, there's no obligation to leave comments all the time. I just thought it might encourage her to keep up her online "journal". 

Hunter's blog is called A DAY IN THE LIFE OF THE BEAN.  She's pretty much all about PUPPIES right now, but I'm sure she'll move on to other things soon. :)  

Thanks for letting me share!

Sunday, October 04, 2009


Good morning, All!  I visited Beansiebabbles this morning and snuck this award from her site. Not necessarily because I agree with what it says, but because I thought it would be fun to answer the questions. I, like Beansie, would like to pass this on to anyone who would like to participate. If you read this and would like to "swipe" the award and then answer the following questions, I would love for you to do so. I'd like to see how you answer them.

1. You can only use one word to answer each of the following questions.
2. Offer this to your fellow bloggers
3. Alert them that you have given them this award.
4. Have fun!!!

Okay, on to the fun part!

1. Where is your cell phone?   unknown
2. Your hair?   messy
3. Your mother?   deceased
4. Your father?   depressed
5. Your favorite foods?   Mexican
6. Your dream last night?  forgot
7. Your favorite drink?  coffee
8. Your dream/goal?   thin
9. What room are you in?   office
10. Your hobby?  crochet
11. Your fear?   mirrors
12. Where do you want to be in 6 years?   alive
13. Where were you last night?   home
14. Something that you aren't?   rich
15. Muffins?   blueberry
16. Wish List Item?   retirement
17. Where did you grow up?   Oklahoma
18. Last thing you did?   breakfast
19. What are you wearing?   robe
20. Your t.v.?   off
21. Your pets?   adorable
22. Friends?   some
23. Your life?   short
24. Your mood?   fair
25. Missing someone?   YES
26. Vehicle?   Escape
27. Something you're not wearing?   make-up
28. Your favorite store?  yarn
29. Your favorite color?   red
30. Last time you laughed?  yesterday
31. Last time you cried?  awhile
32. Best friend?  Michelle
33. One place I go to again and again?  Dreamland
34. One person who emails you regularly?   Michelle
35. Favorite place to eat?   Alfredo's

Saturday, October 03, 2009


Wow, I created a new term . . . blog-lagging!  LOL  I like it! Anyway, I'm going to try to get on here tomorrow to update my blog and bring everyone up-to-date, but for now, since it's exactly 23 minutes until the OU Sooners - Miami Hurricanes kick-off, I'm going to be brief. Hunter and I and our best friends, Michelle and Kaitlyn, went to see my oldest daughter Ryanne today for some much-needed PUPPY TIME! I had not actually snuggled with them or seen them for a couple of weeks, other than the pictures Ryanne emailed me last week, which were in the previous post. So, I think we took close to 100 pictures today, all very cute, of course. I'm going to pick out a few of my favorites for your viewing pleasure. I know this is a crochet blog, but I just can't help myself. These puppies are just too darn cute to keep them hidden.





Hope everyone is having a terrific weekend. Be safe, and I'll see ya'll tomorrow.
GO SOONERS!!!!!!!!!!!

Thursday, September 24, 2009


If you've been following my blog for at least a few weeks, you shared my drama with the great-grandpuppies. We started with 9, but nature unfortunately took its course, and there are now 6. My daughter just sent out an email with some of her new pictures. I just couldn't resist posting them. This is Ryanne and the babies . . . Brutus, Bo, Tigger, Lenny, Kodiak, and Sam (the only female).

Thursday, September 17, 2009


Wow, yesterday was a very hard day for me. When I get on here to post something, I always do my best to keep things upbeat, even if what I'm talking about is on the dreary side. I just couldn't bring myself to write yesterday. Then, today, I decided it would do me good to share my sadness. I had a boyfriend once who would say, "Just go scratch your tail and get glad!" It used to make me so mad at the time, but now I can see what he was trying to say.

Yesterday, September 16th, would have been my beloved Mother's 75th birthday. Mom left us way too early, at the age of 62, on October 8, 1996. Since her death, her birthday has always been a much harder day for me than the day she died. It was on this date, in 1996, that I took her to the hospital, and she never made it back home. She spent three-weeks in the intensive care unit before finally succumbing to heart and lung failure. So, I guess I always look at this date as being the "beginning of the end".

As in years past, I prepared myself as September 16th approached. I knew it was going to be a difficult day for me, so I did my best to stay immersed in my work. I had even asked my boss to give me extra work, just so I could keep my mind occupied on mundane things, anything besides death. I guess I did okay, considering. I got through the dreary and gray day, shedding my usual tears and allowing myself to be sad. By evening, I felt better and knew that this dreaded day was, once again, almost over.

Then . . . . . . . I watched the 10:00 pm newscast and heard the heart-breaking news that Mary Travers, of Peter, Paul, and Mary fame, had passed away, after her long fight with leukemia. Well, there went my resolve to not shed anymore tears. I loved Mary Travers. I grew up listening to Peter, Paul, and Mary in the 60's and 70's, and I still listen to their music today. I think it was either three or four years ago that I heard they were going to be appearing in Las Vegas. I made flight and hotel arrangements in order to go out to see them. Their concert schedule was unexpectedly cancelled when Mary was diagnosed with leukemia and had to undergo treatment, including a bone marrow transplant. Well, she did well from her treatments, and the group eventually resumed their concerts. Once again, I bought plane tickets and made lodging arrangements, and my husband and I flew out to Las Vegas to see them. It was wonderful, and it brought back so many happy memories from my childhood. I will always cherish that trip.

So, today I am doing better. I appreciate you all giving me this forum to share my grief and sadness. I hate to be a sad-sack, and I promise to be more cheerful and uplifting when I return.

Oh, I also realized last night, in my pitty-pottiness, that I do not even have a picture of my mother on my computer. Of course, I have thousands of photographs, but I've never taken the time to scan anything in. I really need to do that. That will be my next rainy-day project, and I will have some pictures of Mom posted very soon.

Thanks again for listening.

Saturday, September 12, 2009


Thanks for all your comments and helpful critiques. I liked the bright colors of the other blog background, but I agree that even with the bold, black font, it was still hard to read. I decided on this one to get me into Autumn. Tina, you'll appreciate that, right???   Anyway, I've got work to do today, so I won't get time to mess with the text colors until later in the weekend. Hope you'll bear with me. :)

Tuesday, September 08, 2009

Another Organizer Box

Hunter took her organizer box to school to keep her supplies in. Some of the kids asked her if I could make them one. I said I would get some whipped up "as time permitted". Well, I worked on this one over the weekend. I'm not real fond of the camouflage, but due to the fact it's for a little boy, and I didn't think I would find any other use for the camo yarn, this is what I picked. I made 2 "M's". The first one, using my "H" hook and RHSS yarn, was WAY too big. I made a second one, this time using a "G" hook and Peaches and Cream cotton. It was still big, but I squished it to get it all to fit. :) Another thing I did differently on this one was to use plastic canvas on the inside, rather than a discarded tissue box. I thought this might hold out a little longer. It took more time, but I'm much happier with the results.

So, anyway, just wanted to let you know I've been keeping my crochet hook busy. I'm getting ready to get started again on my OU afghan. I've been holding off, waiting for some helpful advice from Carolyn, The Kansas Hooker. Now, I think I'm ready to take off on the graph part of the afghan. I'll keep you posted on progress.

Tomorrow is 09/09/09, my baby girl's birthday. She'll be 27. ARRGGGHHHH!!!  Makes me feel really old!

Saturday, September 05, 2009


I'm in mourning at the moment, since my Sooners were just defeated by the Brigham Young Cougars. But, life goes on, and I'll have my smile back by tomorrow. I just pray that our quarterback, Sam Bradford, is not seriously injured. He's an unbelievable athlete, and just a great human being. Get better soon, Sam!

Wednesday, September 02, 2009


First and foremost, I want to tell you all about my very special friend, Gloria, at Hooked on Yarn One Stitch at a Time. Not too long ago, Gloria had a little contest on her blog. I somehow ended up winning the contest, and my reward was a surprise package from Gloria. Well, I drove up in my driveway the other day, and to my utter delight, saw a HUGE box on the front porch. I brought it in and couldn't wait to open it. When I pulled back the lid, I was literally in shock as I peered at the contents. I have taken pictures to share with you, but I will list the unbelievable goodies that waited within:

1.   Four crochet pattern books - "Dog Sweaters to Knit and Crochet", "More Crochet Stitches", "Plus-Size Sweaters to Crochet", and "Crochet Made Easy"
2.   Susan Bates bamboo hook
3.   Decorative tin that included a scented candle and a package of big-eye needles
4.   Metal wall bucket decoration
5.   JoAnn Fabrics tote bag
6.   "Doggie" scrapbooking sheet
7.   Artwork matting frame
8.   Three colorful fabric swatches called "Quick Cuts"
9.   Umbrella party straws (Hunter has already gotten into those!)
10. Three skeins of metallic crochet thread
11.  Ten skeins of beautiful yarn, one of which I have already sampled by making a beanie :) 
Oh my gosh!!! I am overjoyed and so very grateful for the wonderful surprise box of goodies. I apologize that I did not get this posted sooner. I had left my camera at my Ryanne's house in order to get puppy pictures, and just got it back on Monday. So, Gloria, thank you, thank you, thank you!!! You are a sweetheart. I know you are in the process of moving and may not get this message for a few days, but just know how much I love the very thoughtful surprises!

The other news I have to share is a bit sad. We lost one of the male Corgi puppies the other night. They had been to the vet on Monday to have their tails and dewclaws docked. The vet gave all nine of them a huge "thumbs up" and said they all seemed to be very healthy. He also said Mama Disney was in extremely good shape for having just delivered such a large litter. He said she was producing much more milk than he would have anticipated. Ryanne brought the puppies home at noon and went on to work. She came home at 5:00 to check on them, and they all seemed fine. She got home again at 8:00, and she noticed that one of the little males seemed to be lethargic and was separated from the rest of the litter. She called the vet, and he suggested that she bring him in. For the next 2 1/2 hours, they waited, and the little pup died. The vet, after first seeing the puppy, was not encouraged about its chance for survival, so he didn't want to put Ryanne or the puppy through extensive labwork and xrays. He did check its urine and stool and both showed blood. He said it was very possible that Disney stepped or laid on the puppy, causing internal bleeding. He said it was really not that uncommon.  Ryanne, understandably, had a really rough day yesterday. She is such an animal lover, and it broke her heart to have this happen. But, there are still 8 more hungry little mouths to feed and lots of puppy excitement in the days to come. :)

Oh, I almost forgot . . . and since this is actually a crochet blog, I guess I should mention that I got a little project finished this weekend. Hunter wanted a little crocheted "box" to keep her supplies organized at school. So, I went back to a tried-and-true, tissue box pattern I had used before and created this little box. It was easy and quick to make, which is a good thing because she already has requests from kids at school for boxes of their own. :)