D Day

Well, I finally had a minute and thought I better get up to speed. Yes, I am very positive and plan to stay that way. Life is too short to waste it being miserable. I have how ever much time that I have left on this earth and me and Big Daddy are gonna enjoy it as best we can.

I have been so busy trying to get everything done before surgery. I wanted to make sure no one had to do anything too out of the ordinary while they take care of me(HA). So it was change the beds, wash the windows, scrub the floors, etc. Then I had to buy lots of groceries so Clifford would not starve, get Digger food, well all you girls know what I am talking about. Oh, yes, I had to have new pj's and slippers (matching of course) for the hospital, plus I needed some vanilla brown sugar lotion, bath gel, and spray cause you know that hospital will be stinky and lord knows I have to smell good. So now we are ready and I go to the doctor today and they damn well better tell me we are doing surgery this week or the mushroom cloud you see will be me having a hissy come apart. I will not wait any longer or do any more tests, just get this damn shit out of me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Big Daddy and I went out Friday night honky tonkin and stayed out til 1:30 in the morning. Not bad for old folks (me I mean)I wore my "Checkered Past and Still Damn Fast" skull tee shirt and Cliff wore a different skull with wings tee shirt and everyone thought we were bikers. It was pretty funny. There was the usual suspects at the bar and Clifford got a treat and got to see his little girlfriend "Pork rind". She's a nice ,little bitty, real short (not a midget baby, but close) real plump around the middle, girl we made friends with and Cliff calls her Pork rind. Then all the usual drunks, and a new crew of a mother and two daughters, who were drunk an going up in front of the band and doing their little booty dance in front of poor old Scottie Alexander, the lead singer. It was pretty funny. One of the daughters got up on the stage and took poor old Scottie's mic away from him (tell em that's a no-no Miss Claiborne!). When Scottie finally got her off the stage and heading to the back of the bar, he said "How about those dancing girls, folks?" It got real quiet and then Cliff said (real loud)"Well thank God for the Skeezers" The drunk girl said "what's a Skeezer?" The whole place just cracked up. It was so funny.

Saturday we worked around home all day. Cliff did the yards and I did all the stuff I mentioned above, then we watched the race in Richmond Saturday night. By the time it was over, I was beat. I really over did it and am still paying for it. Sunday we listened to good music and I made bacon and eggs for breakfast. Cliff put my shelf up and then we put my Daddy's boots on it, my oil lamps from Gold Butte, Grandpa Dodd's hat. Cliff's holster, and Dad's Army Song book he gave Tony on it. Cliff hung the Confederate Flag behind it as a tribute to our Southern Heritage and it looks so good. I will take a photo. I was going to today, but the camera batteries are dead.

Then Teddi, Marti, and Oli came out to spend the night, the Mexicans came over, Big Daddy and I made a big ole pot of spaghetti sauce and we pigged out spaghetti, salad, bread, and banana cream pie. I did break poor Leonard's heart when he finally discovered that all those delicious pies he eats at my house are not homemade, He couldn't believe that Marie Calendar was the baker all these years. We about laughed till we were sick cause he said, "I have told everyone "they have never had a pie till they have my mother in laws homemade pies." I said, " Well hell don't change the story now" Too funny!

I will let everyone know when surgery is, probably Friday. Pray, laugh, live with a vengeance, and have happy thoughts for us. I love you all!! Don't forget to pray for Big Daddy and the doctors too!!!!!