Yes, I am a veteran of the Dandelion War, defeated by a juggernaut of flying dandelion seeds and the Garden Gnome Alliance and even nibbling now and then at a Dandelion medicinal supplement. Now it’s the cat. My mother took in a cat, Tiffy, and when she died, Alison and Summer and Robert welcomed her here. I tolerated her for Mother’s sake, although I have had suspicions about her.
Well, this morning, on MY computer, comes this image from Robert at Scott’s:
His grandma would be happy.
A couple of posts down, I pointed out that Gaby De La Cruz was trying to win a van for transportation since he has Chiari Malformation, a condition that allows his brain stem to drop down into the spinal canal opening . . . and, in his case, keeps him from being able to sit up. It is incredibly painful.
Today, in my email is the usual alert from Amazon.com about the Kindle Deal and when I clicked on the link, I saw this off to the side.
I don’t want to spoil the surprise, so please click HERE.
Now, I don’t have anything against a well-made fountain pen. In fact, I had one that was about a hundred dollars. I think I bought it out of nostalgia for the fountain pens of my parent’s day; I also bought it because I was interviewing relative VIP’s at the time. I would imagine them thinking, “She’s dowdy but she has some taste.”
Still I lost it.
But let’s say someone would like a pen of crafted workmanship to write with while at a desk. I have a hunch the inner workings with a stainless steel outside would be considerable less than the $60,000 one that is on sale for $48,000.
Uh, ummm, ah . . . so, yes, we haven’t posted any pictures of Cousin Liliokauna. She is fine, just a little freaked out by the hard freeze warnings we have been experiencing. Emily and I have been telling her there is no need for her to crawl inside an overturned flower pot and have someone cover it with a blanket. However, we find she sleeps more contented that way.
It is possible to bend a grass skirt. We had no idea until she burrowed so deeply in a crease in the sofa that she was sort of sat on. It was a “bad skirt” day, but we got things smoothed out. These overseas adoptions have their little quirks, don’tcha know?
We promise, promise, promise we will have some pictures in a day or two.
Okay, I don’t usually do this, but I’m making an exception here. Years ago I wrote an article on CarePages and CaringBridge pages, and while doing the research started following a few people. Gaby was one of them; he has a condition in which his brain is not fully supported and can slip down – Chiari’s Malformation. It is terribly painful and limiting – most of the time he can only be in a prone position.
His mother posted this on his page:
I have entered Gaby in a national contest where he could win one of three handicap accessible vans. This would allow his electric wheelchair to be loaded and secured into the van. Gaby could then lie the chair all the way flat and be securely buckled up. Right now, Gaby lies on the floor of our van to be transported to school and everywhere we go.
How can you help? It is as easy as 1, 2, 3
1) You can vote online, daily, until May 13th. Here is the link (copy and paste in your address box). You can vote once a day from each IP address (each router provides an IP address)
http://www.nmeda.com/mobility-awareness-month/heroes/illinois/naperville/1435/gaby-de-la-cruz
The first time you vote, enter promo code 889 and your vote will count for 5. That’s easy!
2) Share, Share, Share Use the link to post on your facebook, twitter, send emails to friends.
His CarePage address is http://www.carepages.com/carepages/FAILUREISNOTANOPTION/updates/3289698
I know there are a lot of patients who are trying to win this wheelchair and that he is but one. However, after following his page for some time, I can say he is doing his darnest to live his life to the fullest.
Please, think about voting for him. We at the Peanut Butter & Cafe Roadhouse appreciate the time it took to read this.
For a few years I have been doing battle with dandelions and then LZP rallied the Gnome Alliance to aid the little yellow infiltrators. I have since received a good deal of information about dandelions having medicinal benefits.
Today I have an appointment with Dr. Gerald Warrener so he can legally renew my blood pressure medicine. I am going to ask him about this dandelion supplement business and see if the little caution alert on the bottle applies to moi.
My grandmother used to say that, when something untoward happened. Lilio (see post below) were going to take a road trip to the nursing home to see Katheryn Feller when the phone rang and it was Robert and Alison calling from a car sitting on Fairview Bvld with its hazard lights blinking because the engine had died.
So I went over and, of course, had to say, “Here, let ME try to start it.” It cranked but wouldn’t turn over, and we had it towed. As of right now, the spark plugs are getting no spark food. We will see; but, in the meantime, I am staying close to home in case a car is needed. (We’ll go see Kathryn tomorrow.)
It’s an ill wind that blows no good, though, because my hunch app told me to turn into Scott’s and I got some ground sirloin and four rolls of Laura Lean at manager special prices.
I’m boring, aren’t I? We are looking for some warm clothes for Lilio and Rose had sent word she needs to be a little puritanized; I don’t know if we’ll have bloomer over her grass skirt or not. I’ll try and moderate Rose and perhaps she’ll settle for a Raggedy Ann style dress and lumber jack boots.
We were going to download some pictures of Lilio and Emily but while fooling with the camera, Summer and I came across some shots of her wearing a broken plastic hanger on her nose and making faces. (Should I post one of not . . . anonymously?) At that time, we were laughing to hard to trust ourselves with expensive electronic devices, so the download is later and probably when Summer is not around.
Last week there was this comment from Pottermom: Oh, tell Rose I ran into her cousin this week. She wants to come for an extended visit. Rose replied that would be okay but she’d have to bring her own sleeping bag. Well, Rose’s cousin just arrived, just minutes ago. We will post pictures soon, but since we noticed a tracking number on the package we felt we should announce her safe arrival immediately.
Let’s see if we can get a photobooth picture of Cousin Liliokauna, though.
Oh, by the way, Rose is on a mission trip to the Ohio Redoubt of the West Facing Cave, as is Sophie, so Emily will see that she gets settled in . . . and adapts to non-Hawaii weather.
Good advice, but like most everything else, there is a comforting loophole: you can write a post, you just don’t push “publish”. I’ve been writing.
I heard that sentence decades ago; it was spoken by the husband of my friend who was from a family of 11 kids. We were looking at a wedding picture of a crowd, when he uttered it. Yes, it was the bride, her parents and siblings.
Sometimes, I think of those 11 siblings, conjure up their spouses and grown or teen-aged kids and think, “Wow! What a workforce.” The I assign them each a job in my house and yard and sit here with my eyes closed, imagining their busy bodies doing all the chores and improvements and making me lunch to boot. With Grey Poupon.
Joe, LZP’s son who is in the Air Force and is being transferred from out west to . . . brace yourself . . . North Dakota, stopped by his hometown on his marathon trip. That would be the kind of trip Der Bingle used to do way back when – I mean way back, so far back a lot of pictures are curling Polaroids. The “I don’t need no motel; I’ll drive 20 hours straight” trips.
When he got to North Liberty, he ate something, drank something and fell asleep. Then he got all scrubbed up and recognized his dad, his brother and his fiancee.
Sam and Joe.
Sam and Joe.
Dad LZP (aka Santa off-season)
AND . . . Joe and Sloane, who will be married this July. (And then she will go to North Dakota, too.) When they got engaged, he was in the sunny southwest; so plans of sundresses have given way to visions of parka hoods with fur around the face. Ah, such is true love.
