"How do People Die?"

The following is the speech I presesnted this morning -Dr A said it was the "most well-written outline he'd ever EVER had!" Yippeee! Now, if I could only present as well as I write! Ugh. Totally went over the time limit and had a couple of visual aid malfunctions- only scored an 84% but, it's OVER! I do have to present it again (in a longer format) as a lecture for Life-Fitness Concepts later this week... at least it's DONE and needs nothing else to be done!

I'm exhausted and going to take a nap. If you read this whole thing- you'll be taking a snooze, too!

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HENDERSON STATE UNIVERISTY
ORAL COMMUNICATIONS
SUMMER II- July 16, 2007

Title: Deep Vein Thrombosis (DVT) OR "How Do People Die?"

GENERAL PURPOSE: To inform of the silent killer: DVT

SPECIFIC PURPOSE: To inform of the risk and management of DVT

CENTRAL IDEA: Causes of hyper coagulability leading to the risks of Deep-Vein Thrombosis (DVT) and/or Pulmonary Embolisms (PE) occurance, diagnosis and treatment, and to raise general public awareness.

SUPPORTING MATERIALS:
1. Factor V Leiden/thrombophilia Support Site: http://www.fvleiden.org/
2. DVT Prevention site: https://www.preventdvt.org/
3. Pulmonary Embolism (PE)
http://www.merck.com/mmhe/sec04/ch046/ch046a.html
4. Venous Thromboembolism: http://www.clevelandclinicmeded.com
5. National Library of Medicine and Health http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov
6. http://ask.yahoo.com/20051128.html, National Vital Statistics Report, 2006
7. http://www.genome.gov/15015167


I. INTRODUCTION

200,000 Americans will die throughout the year from deep-vein thrombosis (DVT) and/or pulmonary embolism (PE); more than from drunk drivers, AIDS, breast cancer or homicide.

DVTs are treated in 2 milllion Americans each year. Of those patients developing a first-time diagnosis of DVT- 75% were not aware of the risk- factors prior to the event and were unaware that there are preventative measures.

I have had multiple episodes of DVT since 1987 and suffer from resultant chronic post-thrombotic syndrome (PTS).

II. Risk Factors
A. Inherited or acquired predisposition to thrombophilia.

Thrombophilia is the tendency to clot or a blood-disorder. As a child I was fascinated with the Queen Victoria and her descendants- one in particular was Prince Alexei of Russia, a hemophiliac, whose mother's reliance on Rasputin to treat his bleeding helped bring about the end of Imperial Russia. Other than that- I had never heard of blood-disorders and to be honest- I found their murders much more fascinating.

1. it wasn’t until 1998 that there even existed a test to determine the most predominant clotting disorder, Factor V Leiden. Before that time, many folks died of clots not knowing why they had clotted.

I was diagnosed with Factor V Leiden heterozygous (one of two mutated genes) in Spring of 2007. The tests haven’t been performed yet to determine the presence of Proteins CNS and can only be drawn when I am off of blood-thinner, a risk in and of itself.

2. Five% of Caucasian Americans and 1% of African-Americans have FVL.

B. Cancer, Trauma, Advanced Age or Unhealthy Life Habits or Situations

Autoimmune disorders such as lupus, acute medical illness with restricted mobility, and certain heart or respiratory diseases can cause blood-clots or pulmonary embolism.

1. 60% of patients undergoing major surgery, such as hip replacement, who remain immobile in bed after operations without preventive treatment may develop clots

2. Age, smoking and obesity contribute greatly in the episodes of DVT.

3. Airline passengers on long-haul flights call it “economy class syndrome” and office workers that remain seated at their computers for extended periods of time without taking breaks (often called “desk jockeys”) account for 34% of DVT/PE.

C. Women’s Issues
Women are at a higher risk for DVT. Birth-control pills, Pregnancy and Hormone Replacement Therapy (HRT) are all contributing factors.

1. Healthy women taking oral contraceptives have a three- to fourfold increased risk of developing a DVT or PE compared with women who do not take birth control. Women with factor V Leiden who take OCPs have about a 35-fold increased risk of developing a DVT

2. PE is the leading cause of maternal death associated with childbirth. A woman’s risk of developing VTE is six times greater when she is pregnant.

My first known episode of DVT was at age 24 during childbirth, with repeating and devastating occurances in two additional pregnancies.

While doing family genealogy it was discovered that one great-grandmother died not long after pregnancy. If you are researching family medical history- In the “old days” it was often called “milk leg”.

III. Symptoms

Often called the “Silent Killer” because as many as half of all DVT episodes
produce minimal symptoms. A number of other conditions display similar symptoms and mask the true culprit until the misdiagnosis can be corrected or results in death.

1. Leg pain, swelling (called edema), tenderness, discoloration or redness of the affected area and skin that is warm to the touch are the most significant of DVT presentations.

2. PE events are characterized by chest pain, shortness of breath, heart
racing or pounding, passing out or sudden death. These episodes can be a result of a fragment of clot breaking loose from the vein wall and traveling to the lung or a clot forming directly in the lung.

3. Symptoms frequently misdiagnosed include: charley horse, muscle sprain, twisted ankle, sore or achy muscles.

4. PTS or post-thrombotic syndrome occurs in 20-50% of patients after a dvt-event and usually is established within the first 2 years after the acute thrombotic episode. It is a disabling chronic condition consisting of leg pain, swelling, hardening or calcification of veins and skin and ulcers.

IV. Diagnosis

While there is a blood-test to determine if the blood is too thick- only x-rays or ultrasound are thorough in their conclusion.

1. Venous ultrasound is the least invasive of the tests.

2. Contrast Venograms are x-rays that display the clots by injecting radiographic material into a superficial vein.

3. EKG, Chest x-rays, arterial blood-gas and lung scintigraphy for PE’s.


V. Treatment
Treatment for DVT, PE and PTS are limited - all medications increase the risk of bleeding, allowing for bruising and are one of the hardest drugs to manage with interactive medications.

A. For clots caught early in development- clot busters (tPA) may be administered.
B. Blood thinners take a while to regulate and require rigid prothrombin monitoring. Foods rich in vitamin K (leafy green vegetables), soybean, green tea and a a variety of herbal supplements are to be avoided.
1. Heparin injections may be given through IV or injections.
2. Lovenox injections must be given subcutaneously (in the belly).
3. Coumadin or the generic , warfarin is commonly called rat-poison.
C. Leg elevation with compressive therapy and/or extremity pump.
D. Compression stockings or TED hose are the mainstay of therapy- many times the extremity must be custom fit which takes additional time, is expensive, and not covered by many insurance's companies including the Medicare system.

VI. Famous celebrities having DVT or PE.

A. Survivors
1. Vice-President Dick Cheney
2. former Vice-President Dan Quayle
3. HIllary Clinton, former first-lady and NY senator
4. Lainie Kazan, actress “My Big Fat Greek Wedding”
5. Terry Francona, Manager Boston Red Sox
6. Victoria Principal, actress “Dallas”
7. Ian Anderson, lead singer & flutist for “Jethro Tull”
8. Bonnie Bernstein, sports-journalist ABC-Sports and ESPN

B. Deaths due to blood-clots or related events.

1. David Bloom, NBC journalist, FVL
2. Shawntinice Polk, University of Arizona basketball player
3. Tammy Wynette, Country singing star
4. Harry Agganis, aka “the Golden Greek” Boston Red Sox
5. Dan Blocker, actor of “Bonanza” fame
6. Cesar Romero, actor played the Joker in TV-series “Batman” aka “The Latin Lover” and “Cisco Kid”

CONCLUSION: Deep Vein Thrombosis (DVT) is a common but elusive illness that can result in suffering and death if not recognized and treated effectively. You can prevent DVT- Don’t smoke! Exercise regularly! Be aware of subtle symptoms if sitting for long periods of time.

Mush, mush and more mush!

This is pretty neat! It was on the soccer field next to my Life-Fit class this afternoon. I thought it was because it had been raining so much- and just had to shoot it. Came home and googled it- and this is what I found!

The name fairy ring comes from an old folk-tale. People once believed that mushrooms growing in a circle followed the path made by fairies dancing in a ring. Fairy rings are found in open grassy places and in forests.

The largest fairy ring in North America is recorded at Olympic National Park and spread over 600 feet in diameter, meaning those fungal systems are 500 to 700 years old. One ring formed in France by the fungus Clitocybe geotropa is almost a half mile (600 m) in diameter. This ring is thought to be 700 years old.

Can you imagine?

So... just what causes a fairy ring? Imagine my surprise to discover that all those 'shrooms are part of just one organism!

A huge threadlike, musty-smelling mass, called a mycelium, lies beneath the Fairy Ring. This fungus is the culprit. It starts small, maybe a spore or with fungus pieces. Growing outward in all directions, it secretes chemicals in the ground ahead to prepare the way. The chemicals break down living matter and release nutrients for the advancing fungus.

For a brief time, the grass ahead flourishes. Then the fungus reaches the lush area and feeds. Like an advancing horde, the fungus strips the land of food, moves on, and abandons the stripped turf. That's why it forms a widening ring-to gain new ground and food. That's why the grass behind dies-it starves. Mushrooms, the fruit of the fungus, spring up just behind the outer edge of the fungus.

Cool, huh?

~S

Speech! Speech!

first off- I'd like to thank my gardener, my cousin's therapist and the local EMT squad. If it hadn't been for all of them- I'd never have made it to see you here tonight on this occasion: the inaugural meeting of the Guild for Grammatolatry Obstreperous Tardis and Cat Lovers.

Oh! Wait!

Wrong speech. Cheezy grin!

Okay- I was yanking your chain! I'll admit it! You knew to expect it! Admit it- if you read my blog- you already KNOW me and how I love to say "gotcha!". But, the audience I presented the following speech to this morning doesn't have that type of rapport with me, nor have they had the opportunity to read y'stdays entry (some of which I used and will be repetitive to you) and it worked! You should have SEEN the expressions on the faces! Too bad the camera was trained on me! I'd have given anything for you to have seen Dr. A's face!

I made it through my first speaking assignment. And, it was fun...once I quit shaking!

To be honest- I was as nervous as a cat; and you could almost see me shedding. No- wait. I already had that on there, compliments of Samson! If there is someone to be acknowledged- it would be Sam. He sat with me through all the drafts. And, the practice speeches. He's a very good listener. If you want to practice your speech- come on over... he'll listen. Wrigley will, too- but, he won't sit through the whole thing without begging for a treat.

Anyway- I made an 94% for an autobiographical speech. Get this-- he counted off for (his quote) "you keep standing on one leg". DUH! Yeah? No kidding! HA! I wonder if I should tell him you can't count off for disability? I'm just not even going there! I'm happy enough with 94. If he gave me those points back then some of those freshmen would have to really work their fannies off. Nah. One of the young women is Pakistani (sp?) and she REALLY did a beautiful job on her speech- that's who those freshman really have to compete. She's a whippersnapper!

However, next week's speech is "informational" and I also have to have one for Life-Fit that is health-related but not a "worn-out" topic. One student is a ballerina and will discuss special diet for their skin needs and another is to present how to get the proper fit of shoes. This is a no-brainer for me. I'm going to speak on Factor-V and blood disorders. Kill two birds with one speech and let him "figure it out". I really do look forward to hearing those speeches in Life-Fit though! It's a kinda cool class... the focus is more on the training aspect than the nutritional and I'm being encouraged to join the Health club as there is a Zumba instructor in our midst and she's just SURE I'll love it and she's gonna work with me (no charge!) on other regimens. Woohoo! I'd better buy a new bra- ROFL!

Oh. Zumba. https://www.zumba.com/index.cfm

And.... now.... for the Speech! Forgive the outline form. It was required and I'm not gonna go reformat now- hey! I'm a college student! I need to be STUDYING not BLOGGING for pete's sake! But, this is where I get most of my thoughts released-- so.... without further ado.....

I. Introduction:

To describe my life thus far as typical- would be accurate. Except for the UFOs. LIke many of you, (students of traditional age), I never really figured out what I wanted to do with my life- a friend likens this familiar scenario to a “wireless router looking for an IP address”. As a 20-year old, the one thing I really knew- “for sure & for cert” was: that I wanted to be married and to be a mother. That’s when the UFOs began to appear. They’ve been showing up regularly ever since. I probably should explain. My term UFO describes an UnFinished Object- not an extraterrestrial.

My reason for taking this Oral Communications course is to begin attacking the UFO’s and this assignment offers a chance to reflect on what will be necessary to “making the connections.”

II. Defining me by my different names and how I got them is one way to figure out where I’ve been and identifies a UFO.

A. My legal name is Sarah S~~~ K~~~ D~~~~. I am named for one great-grandmother and another g-grandmother’s family.

B. Most of my friends and family call me Sally- a recognized nickname for Sarah- (like Jim for James). Some call me Sarah-Sally. When I was in the first-grade a student from the local Indian reservation transferred to our class and the only English word she knew was our name: Sarah. It was much easier for me to answer to the nickname and let her be called by the more formal name.

C. My son calls me “Mom”. I’ve had that name for almost 21 years.

D. My virtual persona is arkyartist. I create and write under that name. The prefix “arky” is because I was born in Fayetteville and called the Razorbacks even while growing up in Texas. The suffix “artist” is the title I’d like most to legitimize. It’s the name that I struggle with the most. It’s what I view as an UFO because I want it to be bona fide.

III. Defining me by the jobs and positions I’ve filled is yet another way to see the unfinished portions of “me” and just how I arrived here.

A. I have been a laborer and a storeroom-maintenance clerk in a sawmill. I know what a babbitted bearing is & how to grade logs.

B. I have been a cash-audit clerk for a major retailer, a secretary for this University and a self-taught advertising compositor for the local newspaper. I have freelanced sports-photography, designed advertisements for national publications, billboards and web-sites It fueled the desire to become a graphic-artist and people I’ve worked with have used that as my job-description even though I’ve never completed a design course.

C. I have been a Sunday school teacher, an AWANA Commander, a coach for a state-ranked Odyssey of the Mind team, served as a school board member for a Christian School and am Constitution chairman for the local chapter of the Daughters of the American Revolution.

D. I am a caregiver for my 97-year old grandmother, my family & pets. I serve coffee and a smile!

IV. Reviewing my past educational experience illustrates how I set myself up for my UFO encounters and how I can better prepare to address them this time and identify more potentials.

A. I started college after having graduated high school and like so many other young people- didn't really have a clear goal of what I meant to do with that experience. Perhaps, it was because actually becoming an interior designer or architect seemed so unrealistic that the part of figuring out how to "get there" never even got to the drawing-board.

B. In 1980 I declared business as my major (thought secretarial science was being phased out by that time) and most of the classes I took were preparing me for an office-related vocation. From the looks of the transcript, I'm ill-suited for that area. Though I'd like to think that I've got a head for the classic term of "pencil-pushing", I'm not really good at doing anything more than organizing and filling in the blanks on forms. To be honest- I don't enjoy it much.

C. I am much more inclined for the abstracts like art or creative-writing and this time I'll pursue pushing a different type of pencil. In a bold move, I declared a double major of Art and English.

D. My plans may change again and I might only take a minor in English. I’m flexible, the important thing is it’s all working towards completion of a project.

Conclusion:

From a more mature perspective and having lived a little- this educational experience will be different and fulfilling. Identifying the lists of achievements, UFOs, and reviewing my transcript; better allows me to acknowledge my strengths & weaknesses, visualize new dreams and act upon them. If I can finish in three years- it will have taken me 30 years from start to finish and will banish at least one UFO.

T H E E N D

Now- I'm off to find some grub! and to work on tomorrow's assignments! Ciao!

Just how long will it take?? or how an UFO takes over!

Just how long will it take??

In the immortal words of my lil' brother... "that will take a l-o-n-g time!"

This was his response as a little boy when told he must clean his room before he was allowed to enjoy some outdoor activity.

It's been an oft quoted phrase in my family ever since that time. If any of us kids were facing a challenge and weren't making much movement towards the effort- our parents (or one of us) would recite it.

Well- after this week- I'm saying it to myself!

This week was the first week of the Summer II semester. And, just what does that have to do with UFO's? Well.. I may have bitten off more than I can chew and I just hope I don't live to regret it!

Let me explain. In an effort to tidy up- I began to make lists of things that were uncompleted. Craft and house projects mainly comprised the list. Can you believe it? I've got nearly 40 year old uncompleted textile projects that haven't been devoured by moths! There were a couple of items not exactly relating to those subjects that kept popping into my head and I couldn't put them under those categories. So... another list began. My official "Un-Finsihed Objects" or UFO list is wide-ranging and has some other really old items.

One of those UFOs is education. I started college right after graduating high school and like so many other young people- didn't really have a clear goal of what I meant to do with that degree. Perhaps, it was because actually BECOMING an interior designer or architect seemed so unrealistic that the part of figuring out how to "get there" never even got to the drawing-board stage. To be honest, I really think all I for sure knew I wanted to do was be a wife and a mother, which seemed much more likely- so I didn't put much into pursuing the pipe-dreams and it never got finished. That's not to say that I didn't accomplish something; I am a wife and a mother- not to any acclaim- but that's a whole 'nother anguish and part of an entirely different list.

Back to the topic- in 1980 I declared business as my major (because secretarial science was being phased out by that time) but most of the classes I took were preparing me for an office-related vocation. From the looks of the transcript, I'm ill-suited for that area. Though I'd like to think that I've got a head for the classic term of "pencil-pushing"- (I can type like the wind and organize!) I'm not really good at doing anything more than filling in the blanks on forms and filing alphabetically. And, to be honest- I don't enjoy it.

From my more mature perspective and having lived a little- I knew all the above without even looking at the lists, transcript or seeing the scores from the asset tests; but this time I'm able to acknowledge it and act upon it. And, have a much better idea of how to set a goal, form a plan (with backup alternatives) and the chutzpah to get there.

I am much more inclined for the abstracts like art or writing and this time I'll pursue pushing a different type of pencil. I declared a double major of English and Art. It's bold. It may be that I have to minor in one. If I can finish in three years- it will have taken me 30 years start to finish. GOSH! At least I've something to work towards and taking off the UFO list!

And, yes, dear brother-- it WILL take a VERY L-O-N-G time!

Sal- signing off.... who had best be finishing writing her speech rather than filling up idle words in cyberspace!

Oh, GRACIOUS! What have I done NOW???

note: this is the first installment of a saga.

It all started innocently enough.

I needed a particular image for a little craft project and I needed it hand-drawn. I gave it my best shot- and wasn't pleased. My goodness! If I took a drawing class I might could get it at least to look half way like what it represented!

Hmmm..... maybe I should just sign up for a class?!

Uh-oh!

Somebody should have STOPPED ME!

I'm going to live to regret this! I just KNOW IT!

Since there is no local hobby store, I took myself up to the local University. To take the drawing class, I had to enroll for the course. To get enrolled, I had to be readmitted. To be readmitted meant they had to dig out my old transcript. OUCH! No- no one was injured in the registrar's office! And, the file wasn't 6-feet under like it should have been! But, it's UGLY!

Suffice it to say.... all this just to draw an ELK is over-board as usual!

I am now taking not one but TWO classes for the Summer II semester and neither are drawing! It's only offered in the Fall. Duh.

But, the classes I'm taking are fun! Well, sort-of. They might be.

WHAT??? Why AM I doing this? Oh- yeah. I remember now. The elk.

I thought to self- "Self, might be a good idea to see if you can even endure sitting through class period FIRST!".... that's when I signed up for an advanced English course on American women authors. Turns out- that's only an option for grad- students AND as it's a TBA topic during the summer and the instructor decided on African-American lit instead. UGH. Well... not exactly what I had in mind.

Back to the "drawing board" (pun intended!). Okay... I'll take one of those Mickey Mouse courses (required) and therefore mundane in my thinking. Why, OH WHY do I keep doing that??? THINKING??? You can bet trouble is looming. After reviewing the schedule- I opted for Oral Communications (3 hours) and Life Fitness Concepts (1 hour credit) thinking "this'll be a piece of cake".

OH MY LORD! I think I'm going to be sick! 'er... no... I AM SICK! Sure enough. I got so intimidated after the first class and listening to all his expectations of what all we'd have to cram into four weeks, preparing and giving speechs and taking tests that I had to excuse myself. I had fully expected (and given him notice) that my leg would dictate just how long I could sit still and might have to be allowed to "walk it off"- who knew this other (IBS) would flare?

Classic.

The original project was insignificant.... the preparation time with hurdles to conquer before even beginning to see the results will take weeks if I can endure. I'm turning into my mother AND I'm going to have to take medicine just to get through it!

I only hope it's worth it! After the fourth day- I'm finally getting "in the groove" of being a student. Even took my first exam yesterday!

This could be fun... even if I'm little scared.

Fireworks.... ala Kim & Sally!

The colors of freedom!

Red, white & blue ('er... green if you believe the photo here, haha!)!

Hope you had a lovely 4th of July!

The photo is from the fireworks display over Lake DeGray. Enjoy!

Itching & bitching!

OUCH!!

I got stung (or is it bit?) by a few dozen fire-ants yesterday. Immediately I put bleach on it- stopped the pain right away. But, today- they are all whelped up and MAN! do they ever burn and itch! Adding insult to injury- the majority of them are on my legs and wearing compression stockings over them is atrocious!

So... I'm NOT a HAPPY camper!

I was intrigued to discover the chemical composition of ant venom! Makes me wonder.. do those little guys have to pass chemistry in order to exercise their stingers? NO! So... since I didn't TAKE chemistry... and I certainly don't understand the "Asymmetric Induction via an Intramolecular Haloetherification Reaction of Chiral Ene Acetals" should I have to suffer?? HA!

Home remedies? Please send ASAP!

Happy Flag Day, G-mom's B-day and Valley Forge

It's Flag Day! Our nation has had this special symbol for almost the entirety of our nation's existence! THANKS, BETSY!

And... it's always easy to remember Grandmother Nancy's natal day because it's the same date! I wish she were here to celebrate it... we did certainly miss her and all of us shared special memories of her over supper.

Earlier in the day, Robin and I drove the eight DAR delegates to Hope for the Caddo district Flag Day meeting. While it was a lovely meeting, full of interesting historical presentations- it was the climate that got the most comment. It was FREEZING in the conference room at the Country Club. Even the women with hot-flashes were cold! A few smart little ladies keep afghans in their vehicles (obviously their husbands keep the thermostats on "snowflake") and they actually retreived those and we all wished we could huddle with them!

The photo is from when we got home. Mae of course hadn't gone with us- and the ribbons that we are proudly sporting weren't delivered until after we'd left (so disappointing!)! But we wanted a picture of three generations of "Daughters" and while it's against protocol- we pinned on the emblems and Dad snapped the shot. The ribbon I'm wearing is actually Mae's- she's never had one until today; but, she wants to share it with me- yeah! Mom's had hers (with Alexander Turrentine as the patriot) for a while. Robin's has the newly proven Ellis Cannon as the designated patriot on hers. While mine and Mae's also has Alexander for the ancestor bar- she is the first in our family to be eligible for the second bar as she's the only one with a supplemental line officially recognized. More explanation on that at another time!

Suffice it to say- some of the women that were in attendance at the conference had upto twenty ancestor bars. GOSH! That's a l-o-t of research!

At any rate-- celebrate being an American! And, fly your flag proudly!

Mack's Swell Car Was a Maxwell!

Country roads... take me home!

I've been going down memory lane a lot lately... seems only fitting that it should be in a vehicle of the appropriate age!

So... in honor of Grand-daddy- here is a 1910 Maxwell. This image is actually from a Revel model kit; but, will suffice until the actual 1908 model is restored and ready for pictures! I'm putting together quite a collection of photographs and articles dedicated to the project.

A few interesting tidbits about the Maxwell Motor Company.

It was started by Jonathon Dixon Maxwell. Would love to know the genealogy behind his middle name! Maybe I'll chase that rabbit later.

Maxwell automobiles were considered to be among the best racing machines of the era. In 1916, a Maxwell touring car set a coast-to-coast record, speeding from New Jersey to California in just ten days and sixteen hours!

One of the most famous non-owners was Jack Benny! While he and his sidekick, Rochester, routinely made reference to his old Maxwell; and it was often-time heard- it was actually Mel Blanc (the legendary voice of Bugs Bunny, etc) that made the engine sounds! In the comedy gag- tightfisted Benny would never "upgrade" his old jalopy and at one time during the War effort he contributed it to the scapmetal drive, thus creating a whole 'nother bogus myth. Many pilots would claim that their aircraft was sputtering or worse and blame it on Benny's Maxwell having been part of the recycled material in their craft until finally it had to be revealed on the show that it had never actually existed.

There was a popular song around the 1910's titled "Mack's Swell Car Was a Maxwell". I wish I had a copy of that sheet-music! Bet it's a delight! Or even better an Edison copy. haha.

One of the advertisements for it claims "only costs 29 cents a day to run this Maxwell 100 miles a week" WOW! Sure wish it were true today! I'm sure it's gonnaa cost a whole lot more than gasoline just to get it up and running!

But, for a labor of love- it'll be worth it. I just wish Grand-daddy were here to enjoy it.

Seventy three years ago...

My grandparents were married!

Mae's recollections of "the day" were that she wore a pale pink dress that she had embroidered large flowers on the netting. Pa was almost late to the ceremony because he had sent his suit to the cleaners and the lady that ran the boarding house had to track down the owner of the shop as they had closed early that day. They were married in the Methodist Church in Hope and drove that evening to Dallas in Pa's old model A. They were on their way to Austin TX to grad-school for the Summer... little did they know; but, my Mama would be born exactly 9.5 months later!

Mae and Pa (pictured here) on a much later vacation to one of their favorite Western destinations! Yellowstone and the Tetons.

Happiness! to June couples everywhere!

Moonriver

Yes! I've fallen in love with this tune AGAIN!
For the umpteenth time! I just can't seem to help myself!

I'm beginning to wonder if I'm being controlled by some weird moon-beam or somethang considering how I seem to keep having lunar thoughts! Oh! Duh! I get it... Sheer LUNACY!

Back to the topic: Mnozil Brass is an Austrian group. Phenomenal! I just wish they had more on iTunes!

Click here to go to the utube performance!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JkiZlL0YI0s&mode=related&search

And, for a truly FABULOUS cover of Queen's Bohemian Rhapsody:
I just wish I knew the language to get all the jokes at the end!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hBLm747tyn0&mode=related&search=

Perhaps it's the GROUP, though! They are just so uber-excellent! Oh!! And... in case you're wondering? Those are European instruments they are playing! A tad different than what we're accustomed! But, they sure do sound good!

Without further ado... to their site!
http://www.mnozilbrass.at/home.html?&L=1

All Propped Up and Nowhere to Go....

Tis the season after all! June.
The month for brides, beautiful landscapes and flowers!

And, if ya over-do it on either event- you're gonna pay the price. My expense in this? Three days minimum on the sofa. While my muscles and adrenaline are still at a high-peak - it's hard to make the brain slow down! I've just got so many ideas swirling around- why is it that levels of creativity and inspirations avalanche when the rest of the body can't participate? Thankfully- the lap-top has begun to work again and I can finally surf in some comfort! Can't edit photos from here- but, I can write. I'd much rather be playing artist with paint and ink, though!!

The reason for confinement this time? Though my yard desperately needs some hedge-trimming and I'd sworn that it was to be the next "big" project- a friend and a wedding took "the cake"- haha. I just hope the city doesn't decide to fine me for the overgrown privet.

This past weekend was the wedding of a young man (a class-mate of DS's). They are just 20 years old and beginning a new relationship- so young! I couldn't help but look at them and realize that we were at that same age when we were married. Just children! I just can't imagine our parents allowing us to do such a thing while still wet-behind-the-ears! Except of course, that it IS the idealism of youth and the natural progression of growing up (especially if you are Southern) and of a Judeo-Christiam background!

The groom is a personable young-man who has already experienced a lot of growing up during his few years. His parents divorced while he was very young and his mother died in a car accident before he was a teen. Since that time, he has lived here in AR with his grandparents. His bride is a lovely young-woman from a nearby town whom he met at a band contest four years ago and since then, he's only had eyes for her.

They are both very laid-back college students (think budget conscious)- their choices were very simple and they wanted to host the entire event themselves. Being that the best-man's mother, Kim, has been a mother-figure to the groom all these years; she chose to provide the reception food as her gift to the couple. She's very VERY good at hosting these types of events and her husband makes the most delicious of cakes! My part in all this? She's my dearest friend and I'm second best at reading her mind and able to do general flunkie work for the right price (free!). Besides- I have a soft spot for young couples!

Kim has spent hours mapping out, preparing lists and researching the most cost effective (and tasteful) recipes. I love being a guinna pig!! When it came time to set it all up- I figured it would take an hour or two to dress the tables (banquet and seating) and since so much of the food was pre-prepped; I just knew it was gonna be a "piece of cake"! I'm so glad I'm not the one who drew up the master-plan! I would have passed out if I'd actually known the estimated time of each activity required to prepare for an hour long reception! She truly could be an event-coordinator for any major entertainment venue!

We started Friday morning. The wedding was at 3 pm on Saturday afternoon. By 6 o'clock Saturday evening, I was TOAST! She tried to give me all the sit-down jobs there were, but I finally cried "uncle" and went directly to my grandmother.

I didn't see much of Mae (or my dog- thanks to some wonderful dog-sitters!) all weekend; but when it was finished... I had to go and thank her again for such a wonderful banquet she and her sister, Clarice, had made for us on our wedding day (almost 25 years ago). I remember knowing at the time that she'd stayed up all night the night before my wedding (it's a tradition in our family that the wedding dress is still being sewed upon until the very last minute!) but, I recalled too- of their tale about going to the grocery store at 3 AM for more chickens for chkn-salad cuz they were just sure they didn't have enough! Amazing to me that we even had markets that were open 24-hours back then or that she had the stamina and energy at that age! I most assuredly come from strong-stock!

Clarice or "Pargie" as our maiden-aunt was known to us- was very sick at this time with pancreatic cancer; she died just a few months later. One of the recollections of that particularly weekend was that she laughed aloud (like we'd not heard her do in months during the treatments) when my mil's friend, Johnnie, joined them in the kitchen while putting out the buffet. I get all weepy when I think of my Pargie- how she was suffering, how much she loved me and my groom (she thought he hung the moon!) and how she was a romantic at heart and wanted nothing but happiness for young-lovers. I'm a lot like her in all those respects!

My! How time flies and how life goes in circles.

To young-newlyweds and to the young-at-heart... may you have a lifetime of happiness.

And as so happens in life- along with the joy comes the saddness. Kim received a phone-call from one of her staff that one of the physical-therapists had been found dead (possibly from natural causes). The woman was our age and has two daughters (one a senior in high school and one a college student) that she has raised as a single-mother and loved gardening. She was well-liked by all her co-workers (this is the fourth recent death in the extended family of the department); her family and the staff need lots of prayers and uplifting.

Once in a Blue Moon

Tonight's moon is BLUE! and just WHAT does that mean??

Interestingly enough-- there is a mathematical equation for it!

once in a blue moon = 1.16699016 × 10-8 hertz

Go figure!

Another explanation is found here:

http://www.obliquity.com/astro/bluemoon.html

and.... http://science.nasa.gov/headlines/y2007/30may_bluemoon.htm?list61925

This photo is a false-color composite image of the Moon from 425,000 km



The image was created using 3 exposures through different filters. The exaggerated color helps determine surface composition (blue is titanium-rich, orange lower titanium, purple pyroclastic, red iron and titanium poor). Mare Tranquillitatis is the blue area at right, Oceanus Procellarum is the blue and orange area on the left, the 85 km diameter Tycho crater is at bottom center, and Copernicus crater is just above and left of the center of the image. The moon is 3,476 km in diameter and north is up. (Galileo, P-41491)

While the image isn't blue... it does offer a totally different view of our lunar companion.

While out walking the dog tonight- the moon was just rising through the last of the clouds from our recent rains. It was such a spectacular sight and I wished I could have photographed it myself! Since that wasn't happeneing- I decided to blog it instead! And, of course I have to research anything and everything first... so....

go ahead and google "blue moon" and discover as I did that the phrase "once in a blue moon" has several definitions; but, suffice it to mean "not very often". The most interesting thing I discovered was that it is possilbe for a year to have two blue moons! Not often- but, about every 19 years or so!

http://www.infoplease.com/spot/bluemoon1.html

After all these thoughts on the moon- "the man in the moon" naturally followed and natch I had to google that, too!
While I'll not bore you with the details of that search-- I will encourage you to find a copy of Reese Witherspoon's first movie "Man in the Moon"- a really Southern coming-of-age story that takes you back to an innocent era. It's one of those that I watch about once a month... it never occured to me that it might (or might not be) lunar tidal related!



Disclaimer: the spell-checker feature isn't working and I won't be held accountable for the typos! I can spell and if allowed to make all corrections orally, I'm sure I could compete in the Nat'l Spelling Bee... but, that's a whole 'nother blog!

In the beginning....

or how it all began!

Five years ago this month-- my dear friend, KH, begged (cajoled) and twisted my arm into attending a National Scrapbook Day event with her. "Bring a few pictures" she said. Now, by this time- I had been already resigned my graphic-arts job designing ads for the paper and freelancing for the Lady Tigers and knew that I much preffered web and digital lay-out to the paper format.

BOY! Did I ever have any idea where this would lead? NOPE!

The AR-scrappers challenge for this year's National Scrapbook Day was to revisit your first lay-out against your current work and see the changes! Oh, boy! I kept meaning to post it- duh. Anyway... without further ado....



Golly! That first lay-out could sure use some paint, ink and stamps- haha! S'cuse the quality of the image- I cheaped out and just took a photo rather than actually scanning the stuff. YU? I really did enjoy getting my very own trip down memory lane though! And, of course- "baby boy" is soooooo cute in those pics! Sheesh!

Too Punny!

Sorry-- I just couldn't resist these! I would have made them into signature lines... but, who has the time?

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

* I wondered why the baseball was getting bigger. Then it hit me.

* Police were called to a daycare where a three-year-old was resisting a rest.

* Did you hear about the guy whose whole left side was cut off? He's all right now.

* The roundest knight at King Arthur's round table was Sir Cumference.

* To write with a broken pencil is pointless.

* When fish are in schools they sometimes take debate.

* A thief who stole a calendar got twelve months.

* A thief fell and broke his leg in wet cement. He became a hardened criminal.

* Thieves who steal corn from a garden could be charged with stalking.

* We'll never run out of math teachers because they always multiply.

* When the smog lifts in Los Angeles, U C L A.

* The math professor went crazy with the blackboard. He did a number on it.

* The professor discovered that her theory of earthquakes was on shaky ground.

* The dead batteries were given out free of charge.

* If you take a laptop computer for a run you could jog your memory.

* A dentist and a manicurist fought tooth and nail.

* A bicycle can't stand alone; it is two tired.

* The optometrist fell into his lens grinder and made a spectacle of himself. [That's a story that lens itself.]

* Time flies like an arrow; fruit flies like a banana.

* A backward poet writes inverse.

* In a democracy it's your vote that counts; in feudalism, it's your Count that votes.

* A chicken crossing the road: poultry in motion.

* With her marriage she got a new name and a dress.

* Show me a piano falling down a mine shaft and I'll show you A - flat miner.

* When a clock is hungry it goes back four seconds.

* The guy who fell onto an upholstery machine was fully recovered.

* A grenade fell onto a kitchen floor in France, resulted in Linoleum Blownapart.

* You are stuck with your debt if you can't budge it.

* He broke into song because he couldn't find the key.

* A boiled egg is hard to beat.

* He had a photographic memory which was never developed.

* His parents thought he was a budding genius, but he turned out to be a blooming idiot.

* A plateau is a high form of flattery.

* Those who get too big for their britches will be exposed in the end.

* When you've seen one shopping center you've seen a mall.

* When she saw her first strands of gray hair, she thought she'd dye.

* Bakers trade bread recipes on a knead to know basis.

* Santa's helpers are subordinate clauses.

* Acupuncture: a jab well done

Laura Ingalls Wilder... quote & more

"Memories! We go through life collecting them whether we will or not . . . Let us make them carefully of all good things, rejoicing in the wonderful truth that while we are laying up for ourselves the very sweetest and best of happy memories, we are at the same time giving them to others."


- Laura Ingalls Wilder -

I have long been a fan and admirer of Laura I. Wilder. I still reread at least one of her books every year. My favorite? Well- the first of course! And, the "Big Winter" which I can only read during the Summertime as it makes me so cold!

One of my fondest desires is to take a "pilgrimage" to Laura & Almonzo's home at Mansfield MO, Rocky Ridge Farm. I'm hoping that the sisters will join me. Too- my dear friends, Kim & Doralisa, are also die-hard Laura fans. Perhaps we will all get to gather there and enjoy the stories that transcend the geographic distances of where we all grew up, but that unite us in girlhood!

Here's another link:
http://www.lauraingallswilderhome.com/

This month is the 75th anniversary of the publcation of Laura's first book. ENJOY!

Rune-Sore-Bees

I've written many times about how I love a good "Spoonerism" or "Monde-green".

Well..... here's yet another! Enjoy!


Rune-Sore-Bees
===============

Language proficiency is part of the international contracting
scene. This exchange between an English-speaking traveler and a
member of the hotel staff in a Far East hotel was recorded in
the Far-East Economic Review.


Room Service:
Morny. Rune-sore-bees.

Hotel Guest:
Oh, sorry. I thought I dialed Room Service.

Room Service:
Rye, rune-sore-bees. Morny. Djewish to odor sunteen?

Hotel Guest:
Uh... yes. I'd like some bacon and eggs.

Room Service:
Ow July den?

Hotel Guest:
What?
Room Service:
Aches. Ow July den? Pry, boy, pooch...?

Hotel Guest:
Oh, the eggs! How do I like them? Sorry. Scrambled please.

Room Service:
Ow July dee baycome? Crease?

Hotel Guest:
Crisp will be fine.

Room Service:
Hokay. An Santos?

Hotel Guest:
What?

Room Service:
Santos. July Santos?

Hotel Guest:
Ugh. I don't know... I don't think so.

Room Service:
No. Judo one toes?

Hotel Guest:
Look, I feel really bad about this, but I don't know what "judo
one toes" means. I'm sorry.

Room Service:
Toes! Toes! Why djew Don Juan toes? Ow bow cenglish mopping we
bother?

Hotel Guest:
English muffin! I've got it! You were saying toast! Fine.
An English muffin will be fine.

Room Service:
We bother?

Hotel Guest:
No. Just put the bother on the side.

Room Service:
Wad?

Hotel Guest:
I'm sorry. I meant butter. Butter on the side.

Room Service:
Copy?

Hotel Guest:
I feel terrible about this but...

Room Service:
Copy. Copy, tea, mill...

Hotel Guest:
Coffee! Yes, coffee please. And that's all.

Room Service:
One Minnie. Ass rune torino fee, strangle aches, crease
baycome, tossy cenglish mopping we bother honey sigh, and copy.
Rye?

Hotel Guest:
Whatever you say.

Room Service:
Hokay. Tendjewberrymud.

The QUEEN! and other royalty.

For a long time, we have referred to my dear grandmother as "the Queen"!

She truly is a marvelous woman and has the dignity and grace that is the quintessential epitome of royalness.

Even though Mae's circumstances have changed so much of her world (i.e. the isolation that immediate hearing loss leaves one with); she has remained true to her character. She still tries to stay up to date with current events and when the conversation is one-on-one she offers insights and wisdom that are well-thought out. She keeps herself occupied and while she's frustrated with her lack of production- she doesn't dwell on it or make excuses.

The problems of adjusting our habits to accommodate her limitations have got to be frustrating to her. We so often forget to turn and speak to her directly- and oftentimes I realize it too late and the conversation has totally passed her by.

We had a guest yesterday that came to see all of us- but, particularly her. The seating arrangement in the living area has been carved out to accommodate her comfort- but, doesn't allow for the participants in a conversation to focus in her direction.. thus- the natural tendencies to focus lively dialogues in the direction of the ones participating in it leave her "out". I think we all realize it; but, remembering to turn aside and loudly emphasize a potent part of the conversation to her often disrupts the flow of speech and for this- I regret. There were several sweet little anecdotes that I'm sure she would enjoy and because she was actually physically there in the room (and we assumed that she heard them) when the guest left and one of us mentioned one of the stories- Mae was completely blank.

To her credit- she's not upset. But, it's so unfair.

Then... there's that other queen... Elizabeth.

Watched the newly released movie last night! What an eye-opener! I'd not read anything about the movie except that Helen MIrren had been awarded an Oscar for her portrayal. Didn't realize it was about "THAT WEEK" of Di's death. Lots of interesting perspective into the possible mindset of HRH.

Great movie. Great acting. GREAT scenery.

Also watched "The Last King of Scotland". The title alone intrigued me. Again, hadn't read anything more than Forrest Whitaker had won the Oscar. Very difficult to watch the graphic parts of this. Well made; but, I don't like watching psychos.

Think I'll have to watch something lighthearted and not near so thought provoking next! Hmmm.... "Night at the Museum"? That title appeals!

Random Rabbit Chasing

I need to exercise something awful! Both physically and mentally.

I'm healing (it seem so slowly!) but still have unexplained pain, fatigue and nausea. The nausea is the weirdest and most bothersome. The least bit of activity (especially the contortionist positions of putting on the compression stockings) seem to trigger it and some sort of dizziness. I don't know if it's from the gallbladder or the hyster- but, it sure puts a hiatus on participating in much "life".

The rib area pain still catches me off-guard; but, I'm more than accustomed to anticipating it and have an arm or pillow ready to press against it. I must look akin to Napoleon! Haha!

All this to say- I've got to do something to clear the cobwebs from the brain. I find that writing works! In reading over my journaling- it seems disjointed and jumps from topic to topic; but, that's the way I seem to be functioning these days. Thoughts are random and sometimes it takes great effort to "force" a complete thought without fluidly taking off in another direction. Now, why is this? My pain med is non-narcotic and I only take it late in the evening, I'll be glad when this hung-over feeling goes away.

One of the random thoughts that keeps repeating is Lady McBeth's quote: "Out, OUT, damned spot!" I was hopeful that I'd quit spotting within a few days of the surgery... alas- it can go on a few more weeks. Ugh. At least it's nothing like what it was even a month ago... imagine! I thought I was going to have to endure two immense menses a month for the rest of my life!

A pleasant diversion that one of the sisters left me is a whole bunch of slides that were discovered during the "great move". There are pics from Mae's trip to Mexico with cousins Sue & Ray; lots of Key--- family trips, Christmas holidays, birthdays and even some of my darling son that I'd never seen! Why the family always took slides rather than traditional pictures is beyond me-- but, at least we have technology to recover them... now... if I could only stay focused long enough to scan, edit and title them. By the time the scanner completes the task (and it's a newer scanner, but it still takes a couple of minutes) my brain has chased another rabbit and it may be a while before I complete the whole batch.

Have sat up too long for now. Must go recline. Thanks for the encouraging emails, friends! I leave you with a photo of me in a state of bliss! Dreaming of canoeing down the rapids! This is about as close as I dare get to them these days! Note the stylish cats-eye glasses! Doesn't my front yard look different!

Blasts from the Past...

This darling little image is from a music box that was a gift to our very dear Grandmother Nancy.

The tune it plays is Eidelveiss; a favorite that we sang together over and over.

But- the little girls were always representative of the three Key--- sisters. Though we were never that close in age- any time we found art that had three little girls featured- we always "claimed" it!

I'm happy to say that many years later- though we haven't always been geographically or emotionally close; when a crisis crops up... we are quick to make contact to reaasure one another and to reaffirm the appreciation and love we hold for each. This week- I have heard from both of them.... and I know that no matter how HARD and difficult our futures can be; we are in one another's corners.

So- I offer this comforting glimpse of beloved sisters. And, can only say that seeing both of them this past month (in real life) was not only physically healing but heart-warming as well.

Celebrate the shared moments and sisterizms.