A much needed talk

After Kelly's and my blogs were posted yesterday, we talked. We needed to talk. Well I am still having problems with actually talking, because of my surgery. I would kill to be able to actually eat food right now. You can only drink so many meals before wanting to kill something. Anyways, Kelly and I need to talk more about everything...as it happens. We have a bad habit of waiting until things are bad to talk. I also have the problem of thinking that he will either read my mind (the rest of my family does) or he will just figure things out. Can you see how this will cause problems? He has the problem of not being able to talk about anything, except computer stuff and adult cartoons (ie. Futurerama...how ever you spell it). I am hurting really bad again. I need to lay down. I thank god and goddess that I have my own (our own) bed to lay down in. When I was homeless (with Elle) and was living in the churchs, I got really sick. In the program you still have to leave the church in the morning and go to the daycenter or someplace other than the church. It was hard to do, when you are very sick and have to throw-up anytime you move. There was also 11 days that I had a migrane, that only got worse as days went on, while I was in the program. I finally had to go to the hospital because I could see anything but a big blur and could not eat, from the pain. Don't misunderstand me, I am grateful that I was able to be in the program so I could get back on my feet. Without the help from Interfaith I would not have been able to care for Elle or myself, during that time. I also would not have been able to get back on my feet. However, it is very hard to to go through any time period of homelessness. It was hard to have to live completely by someone else's rules. It was hard not having a home to go to at the end of a long day. It was hard not having a home to lay in bed and be sick. When you are in the program, you have to keep your child(ren) with you at all times and watch over them. I know this doesn't sound hard or unreasonable, but you have to realize that this not like normal watching over. You have take them to the bathroom with. If you have a horrible headache you still have to watch their every move, when you need rest. You have no privacy, because they are always right there. I am still having problems with making Elle understand that she really doesn't need to be in the bathroom with Mommy. Every time I walk into the bathroom she follows me in and sits on the floor until I am done. Oh well.

This was sent to me from my mother-in-law...Thank you, Sandy

The Tablecloth

The brand new pastor and his wife, newly assigned to their first ministry, to reopen a church in suburban Brooklyn, arrived in early October excited about their opportunities. When they saw their church, it was very run down and needed much work. They set a goal to have everything done in time to have their first service on Christmas Eve.

They worked hard, repairing pews, plastering walls, painting, etc., and on December 18 were ahead of schedule and just about finished. On December 19 a terrible tempest, a driving rainstorm hit the area and lasted for two days.

On the twenty-first, the pastor went over to the church. His heart sank when he saw that the roof had leaked, causing a large area of plaster about 20 feet by 8 feet to fall off the front wall of the sanctuary just behind the pulpit, beginning about head high.

The pastor cleaned up the mess on the floor, and not knowing what else to do but postpone the Christmas Eve service, headed home. On the way he noticed that a local business was having a flea market type sale for charity so he stopped in. One of the items was a beautiful, handmade, ivory colored, crocheted tablecloth with exquisite work, fine colors and a Cross embroidered right in the center. It was just the right size to cover up the hole in the front wall. He bought it and headed back to the church.

By this time it had started to snow. An older woman running from the opposite direction was trying to catch the bus. She missed it. The pastor invited her to wait in the warm church for the next bus 45 minutes later.

She sat in a pew and paid no attention to the pastor while he got a ladder, hangers, etc., to put up the tablecloth as a wall tapestry. The pastor could hardly believe how beautiful it looked and it covered up the entire problem area. Then he noticed the woman walking down the center aisle. Her face was like a sheet. "Pastor," she asked, "where did you get that tablecloth?" The pastor explained. The woman asked him to check the lower right corner to see if the initials, EBG were crocheted into it there. They were. These were the initials of the woman, and she had made this tablecloth 35 years before, in Austria. The woman could hardly believe it as the pastor told how he had just gotten the Tablecloth. The woman explained that before the war she and her husband were well-to-do people in Austria. When the Nazis came, she was forced to leave. Her husband was going to follow her the next week. He was captured, sent to prison and never saw her husband or her home again.

The pastor wanted to give her the tablecloth, but she made the pastor keep it for the church. The pastor insisted on driving her home, that was the least he could do. She lived on the other side of Staten Island and was only in Brooklyn for the day for a house cleaning job.

What a wonderful service they had on Christmas Eve. The church was almost full. The music and the spirit were great. At the end of the service, the pastor and his wife greeted everyone at the door and many said that they would return.

One older man, whom the pastor recognized from the neighborhood continued to sit in one of the pews and stare, and the pastor wondered why he wasn't leaving.

The man asked him where he got the tablecloth on the front wall because it was identical to one that his wife had made years ago when they lived in Austria before the war and how could there be two tablecloths so much alike. He told the pastor how the Nazis came, how he forced his wife to flee for her safety and he was supposed to follow her, but he was arrested and put in a prison. He never saw his wife or his home again all the 35 years in between.

The pastor asked him if he would allow him to take him for a little ride. They drove to Staten Island and to the same house where the pastor had taken the woman three days earlier.

He helped the man climb the three flights of stairs to the woman's apartment, knocked on the door and he saw the greatest Christmas reunion he could ever imagine.

True Story - submitted by Pastor Rob Reid Who says God does not work in mysterious ways. I asked the Lord to bless you as I prayed for you today, to guide you and protect you as you go along your way. His love is always with you, His promises are true, and when we give Him all our cares you know He will see us through.!

So when the road you're traveling on seems difficult at best, just remember I'm here praying and God will do the rest. Pass this on to those you want God to bless and don't forget to send it back to the one who asked God to bless you first.

When there is nothing left but God, that is when you find out that God is all you need. Take 60 seconds and give this a shot! All you do is simply say the following small prayer for the person who sent you this.

Father, God, bless all my friends and family in what ever it is that You know they may be needing this day! May their life be full of your peace, prosperity and power as he/she seeks to have a closer relationship with you. In the name of Jesus Christ, Amen.

I give up...

I just read Kelly's blog. Apparently we have two very different relationships in one. He said that we don't have good times and he can't take this whole family relationship thing. Good thing he realized it before the wedding. So we have wasted thousands of dollars and our time on our relationship...by what he said. I am having complications from the surgery...so it will take me a little while to find someplace for Elle and I to go. I can't believe that this is happening. I really felt (still do) that I finally found my soulmate to spend my life with.

12 hours

In 12 hours I go under for my surgery. I am having oral surgery to remove three wisdom teeth and one 12 year molar. I have not slept well at all. I am scared. I know...I know...everyday thousands of people have these kind of procedures done and are just fine. I am scared...very scared of needles and IVs. (You can imagine what I was like during my pregnancy, where I was in and out of the hospital all of the time. Every time I had to go to the hospital I had blood drawn and IVs inserted.) I know that in order to make my overall health better I have to have this surgery done. I have been in bed for most of the past few weeks. My teeth have been causing migrane headaches, infections, and many other health problems. I did not know that teeth could cause such bad problems. I also really don't want Kelly's mom to see how the apartment looks. I have been in bed for weeks. Every time I would try to get up and straighten up the apartment, I would either end up in some much pain I would cry or come dangerously close to passing out. I did pass out twice but did not tell Kelly. Now he knows. I worry how long it will take for me to get back to my energetic self. All of this started right around the end of last month. I know this, because during the fourth of July every one kept asking if I was okay and if my headache was back or worse. By the fourth, I had been in bed for a few days or more. The first headache came when the dog was in the vet hospital. I thought it was just stress. Then the dog was released from the hospital and I was still suffering from the headaches. It was on the fourth of July that my teeth first started to really hurt. By the end of the week I needed antibiotics badly. The beginning of the next week Kelly made an appointment for me with his dentist. I went to him and he flat out told me that I would need an oral surgeon. He recommended two and I went the first one with an opening. He has turned out to be an excellent doctor. I will find out in less than 12 hours on how he is as a surgeon. Time to try to sleep.

Elisabeta

Oral surgeon

Today I went to see the Oral Surgeon for a consult. I go back next Friday to have four teeth removed. No date night next Friday. I have to be there by 13:45, they prefer 13:30. I am scared and yet I am not. The surgeon was great. He walked me through everything that will happen and things that might occur from the surgery. He made sure to cover to cover all of the bases. This is especially good (for those that do not know around doctors) because I freeze up when asked questions from doctors. I only thought to ask how soon and how much. That was only because I knew Kelly would want to know those answers. I am proud of myself. Normally I would chicken out. I never call doctors, dentists or surgeons to make appointments, but I did call this time. I am even not nearly as scared about going back for the surgery. This doctor/surgeon makes me feel comfortable with him. I have to find someone to drive me there and back. I have to take a valium two hours before the surgery, to relax me. Once I get there they will numb my arm with a topical solution and then insert the IV. Shortly after the IV is in and they start the drip I will be out cold. The surgery lasts about 45 minutes. I also need to find someone to watch Elle during the surgery. The doctor explained to me that for the next 24 - 48 hours I will be really out of it. I am on a complete liquid diet for about four days. This is because of the location of the four teeth and the damage they have already caused. It is better to be safe about my mouth and its healing. It is only a few days and will not kill me. I have already bought meat broth, juice, gatorade, water, etc. He also gave me prescription for meperidine/prometh (demerol), for pain. See one tooth sits on/in a Maxillary Sinus cavity and two more are up against both of Maxillary Sinus cavities. The forth tooth is embedded in my nerve in the lower jaw. It is my three wisdom teeth and one of my 12 year molars, that a wisdom tooth has impacted on and caused the tooth to decay and crumble. The funny thing is that, the 12 year molar is the worst and you can't even see the damage, just by looking with the naked eye. All of the damage is in the back of the tooth. The Wisdom tooth that is impacted into it is also sitting sideways. When I was leaving, and made the appointment for the surgery, they asked me for my for pharmacy's phone number. They are calling in the prescriptions the day before the surgery so that I can stop by the pharmacy on the way to the surgery and pick them up. This is so I don't have to worry about having to stop and pick them up after have surgery...I will already have them. Anyone that has gone through (any) surgery knows that it is the worst thing in the world to have to stop and get your prescriptions filled right after surgery. You are in great pain, are extremely tired, and don't want to have to deal with anyone. I had to take a Demerol when I got home. My head was throbbing with such an intense pain. It felt like a gopher was in the process of burrowing in my head, with his family. I have had Demerol one other time in my life...when I was in labor with Elle. It was the only thing they could give me to help with the pain. I have arthritis and a degenerative spinal disorder with it. So I could have them insert anything into my back. (They only thought to tell me this once I was already 8 cm.) During the labor I would scream out in pain, during the contractions, and then would fall asleep as soon as the contractions would decrease. Then as soon as the contractions would start to increase I would wake up screaming. You see the pattern here? So, right now I am kind-of out-of-it.

kissing

Part Passionate Kisser

For you, kissing is about all about following your urges If someone's hot, you'll go in for the kiss - end of story You can keep any relationship hot with your steamy kisses A total spark plug - your kisses are bound to get you in trouble

Part Expert Kisser

You're a kissing pro, but it's all about quality and not quantity You've perfected your kissing technique and can knock anyone's socks off And you're adaptable, giving each partner what they crave When it comes down to it, your kisses are truly unforgettable

What Kind of Kisser Are You?

Elisabeta

My little girl left today to go to Georgia, with her Pawpaw, to see her father. They went by airplane. Her pawpaw called at 19:10 to say that they landed safely. I called him when I got the message at around 21:30. They were driving to the hotel. He agreed to call me everyday to keep me updated. That was one of my rules of taking her. She will be gone five days. This will be the longest she has ever been away from me. For two years it was just me and Elle. This is very hard for me. Well, tomorrow I go to the oral surgeon for my consult visit. (The next time I go I get sedated and have two teeth removed.) Anyways, the people that know about the visit keep saying that it will help take my mind off of Elle being gone. Only for a short time while I am scared to death.