Special Olympics Basketball

We love Special Olympics in this area!

I knew Lisa missed having any sports in South Carolina, but I didn't really appreciate how much until we came here and she has started participating again.

Basketball was first, starting shortly after we moved here. Here you can see Lisa particitating at one of her tournaments. I haven't figured out how to place the pictures the way I wanted but I will try to explain these.

First is Lisa with her two second place ribbons. She always wears each ribbon to church the Sunday after she gets them so the sisters in Relief Society can see them.

Second is "take the shot". Lisa is # 50 and is poised to get a basket.

Third is "defense!" Lisa is always very good at playing defense and trying to block the other players' shots.

Forth is "get the rebound!" Lisa plays "half-court" and really enjoys getting in there and playing hard.

The last is a good picture of Lisa in her uniform. She was unable to make it to the state tournament this year because of problems with her right ankle. She broke the same ankle twice in the past and because of the way it healed, it is causing her to suffer from arthritis and pain. (especially on cold and wet days) She is seeing an ankle specialist Doctor about this and hopefully will be able to participate in the full season next year.

Happy Anniversary! "We've Only Just Begun"

I just figured out how to use my scanner or I would have posted this on December 28th. This picture is 36 years old.

Thirty-six years ago the Carpenters were very popular and so I chose their song, "We've Only Just Begun", as the music to be played as Frank and I left the front of the chapel after being declared "Man and Wife". It has been one beginning after another and every time we end up starting over, we look at each other and sing that song.

We got married, Frank quit working, moved to El Paso, Texas, and I finished up my nursing degree. Then we moved to Mexico so he could go to medical school. We ran out of money four months later (the first of many times) and had to move back to the United States and eventually Virginia. Frank started working for the man he had sold his practice to originally, and we started growing our family. Each move bringing a smile and a chorus of "We've only just begun."

The years flew by, our family grew, Frank decided he wanted to go to Veterinary School and we sold his practice and moved to Blacksburg, Virginia. "We've only just begun" We ran out of money (again) and Frank went to work for Affordable Dentures, then opened his own office. (sing chorus) Our children grew, graduated, and married. Frank's health deteriorated. He had to close the doors of his office (we ran out of money). And I went to work in a Dialysis clinic in South Carolina (sing chorus). A little over 2 1/2 years later I quit work and we move back to Virginia (sing chorus).

Thirty-six years have come and gone, we now have 12 wonderful, handsome/beautiful, brilliant, etc., grandchildren and look forward to even more. It certainly hasn't been all smooth going, there have been some very rough spots and bumpy roads, but after all is said and done, we still deeply care about each other. So happy anniversary, sweetheart! Let's hope this new beginning will help us grow closer.

Such a Blessing!

It would be difficult to describe how proud and happy an new grandchild can make you feel. I was so very glad to be able to go to Carrington's blessing in Lynchburg on Nov. 30. Grandma really enjoyed getting to come along. How wonderful to see John & Amy and the boys, my beautiful new granddaughter, Stephanie & the twins, Katherine & Todd Dubyk, and the all of the Halpin clan. It's always good to visit with the Halpins and I am very thankful for their generous hospitality to all of us.

Dad didn't tolerate the trip very well. It took almost forever to try and get him ready to leave. We all poked and prodded, but he just would not be hurried. Of course that made us late to church and the blessing. We ran into the building just as they were calling the priesthood to the front for the blessing. I ran back to the truck and got Lisa and Grandma, but I missed most of the blessing. The part that I heard was beautiful. Carrington looked so very beautiful in the same blessing dress that Amy wore for her blessing! Dad never even got out of the truck and I got to walk Scooter (the dog) in the rain outside the church building. After church we headed over to the Halpin's for lunch and fellowship. Dad said he wasn't going to come in, he wanted to just head home, so Grandma, Lisa and I went in to enjoy the company. After a short while, Frank came stumbling in the front door. He had fallen trying to get up the front steps and had soiled himself. Bob & Sandy Halpin were kind enough to lend him some clothing and no one said a thing. Lunch was wonderful! Getting to watch the Schwartz and Dubyk boys play and getting to hold Carrington made the day awesome.

On the down side, it rained all the way home. Dad had to get out of the car to relieve himself and fell in a ditch filled with water. We were afraid to walk the dog in that mess, so twice the dog got very upset and ended up pooping on Dad. Hey, it wasn't the dog's fault we wouldn't stop! (Luckily it was solid enough to grab with a tissue and toss out the window) After we got home we realized Dad's suitcase had been left at the Halpin's. We called and they found it. Amy took it home with her & we made plans to go pick it up the next weekend. But that's another story....

Catching up...

Not having a computer for two months made it impossible for me to try and "keep in touch." Now I have gotten my early Christmas present of a beautiful new computer, I don't know where to start. I've decided to do several smaller blogs centered around specific themes, but I find that when I sit down and face a blank page my mind goes blank also. So here goes, I hope to do better at keeping this updated.

DOG GONE!
Well, Samson did it one last time... On Oct. 19th, I was going to take him for a walk and as I started down the driveway, Samson ran ahead and attacked my brother Cale's dog XS. XS got a grip on Samson's neck and started tearing away, I ran down the hill and tried to pull them apart. Not only was I now strong enough, Samson didn't have a collar on and I had no way to really pull him away. I was screaming at both dogs, they were really going at it, and I ended up knocked down on the ground (3 different times). Luckily Cale works from home on Mondays and he heard me and came out to help. It took both of us working very hard to separate the two dogs. I don't understand why a dog (Samson) would attack another dog (XS) when he has got to know he is going to get torn up. Anyway, the decision was made. Samson was the one who wouldn't play nice, therefor he was the one that had to leave. Dad was sooo upset, but saw that it had to be that way. I called our good friend Yvonne, who also has boxers, and she said she actually does boxer rescues. She found a wonderful home for our Samson and offered to drive up and pick him up on Saturday, Oct. 24th. We understand that Samson is doing very well and that helps some, but Dad didn't think he could stand not to have a dog. So, less than a week after we sent Samson away, we decided to go ahead and get another dog. I was able to talk Dad into "thinking small" and we went hunting for a small breed dog to fill the gap. On Oct. 31st we drove around to several shelters until we were able to find a mini-schnauzer pup. Dad wasn't sure he would like a little dog, but since he can't really get out to exercise a large dog, he is finding that a little dog stays a puppy forever. Scooter, our new "baby," needs a good bit of grooming, which Dad enjoys doing, he is snuggly and oh too cute. Best of all, he gets along with Uncle Cale's dogs. We have also found that he is able to travel with us, which is nice.

Back to being a "Housewife"

I must admit, I really love being a stay at home "mom." My children are larger, I don't have to help with homework, and I only have a few toys to keep cleaned up, but I still have cooking, grocery shopping, cleaning, laundry, dirty diapers (think Depends), jealousy over who gets more of "Mommy's" attention, running to various doctors' appointments and the other housewife things that, believe it or not, I love doing. I didn't realize how much I didn't like getting up and going to work until I didn't have to do it anymore.

We're getting the various doctors set up and this is sooo much easier since I don't have to work around a work schedule. All these things just take some time and Dad isn't an especially patient person.

Wednesdays belong to Grandma, I take her to get her hair fixed at 11am, we go to lunch at Ruby Tuesdays, then grocery shop. After she came home from the hospital on Monday, she had an accident in her bed. Grandma kept crying and apologizing for the mess, but I told her it wasn't a big deal, it's all washable (luckily she has a waterproof mattress pad). Two days later it happened again, no big deal. Then this morning when I got Grandma up and to the bathroom, I saw that she had had a BM in her Depends so I took her into her shower to clean her off. When I brought her back out and started drying her off, she started having diarrhea all over herself and the floor. When she finished, it was back into the shower. It was like changing a diaper and then having the baby having a blowout right after you get them cleaned up ... sound familiar? The only difference is my "baby" is 86 years old, 4'10" tall and weighs 78 pounds.

Then there are the woods. I love going for walks around here! Uncle Cale has had trails cleared out for his kids to use with their 4-wheelers, but they are also great walking trails. Samson is starting to get a little more comfortable with the whole "country" thing, I just have to make sure I'm outside with him so he doesn't try to go after XS or vice-versa. I also like visiting with Uncle Cale. He and Daddy had a game of air-hockey yesterday and evidently it was a lot of fun for both of them.

The biggest problem, of course, is Daddy complaining about not getting enough attention, the house not being straightened out or clean enough, Grandma getting too much attention, and all the other usuals. But then, that never changes, so it isn't a big deal. Actually, even he will admit that he is happier here than in SC.

My next big project is to find Special Olympics and get Lisa hooked up with that. I'm determined to make this a good move for all of us. Feel free to come visit, we have a queensize hide-a-bed and there is room to sleep at Uncle Cale's also. A swimming pool in the summer, nature trails all the time, and, once it's up and running, a fun arts and crafts barn to do stuff in.

City Dog in the Country

A few days after moving to Virginia, I was taking Samson out for a walk and a rabbit jumped out of some tall weeds right next to the front porch and ran into the woods. Samson didn't even seem to notice, I smiled, "City dog."
A week later Samson saw a squirrel at the base of a tree and started to walk over to look at it. The squirrel started to climb the tree and Samson just stared at it. The squirrel didn't know what to think and he would stop and look back at Sam, then climb a little more, stop and look back at Sam, climb a little more, until he disappeared into the top of the tree. Samson never did anything but watch and then walk away. I chuckled, "City dog."
People around here sometimes bring their dogs with them when they come to do work, the dogs just run around the property and maybe play with Uncle Cale's dogs. Well, Samson isn't used to this and didn't know how to play nice and the results of that were in the last blog. I lamented, "Stupid city dog."
Last week something must have bitten Samson because he suddenly lifted his right hind leg like it had been broken, tried to bite at something on it, then started looking around his head and biting at something that must have been flying around him (I couldn't see anything). It really looked funny and I laughed, "Silly city dog."
This week I took Samson out for a walk (he isn't allowed outside without Dad or me because both times he started fighting he was out with only Lisa) and as went into the woods, an acorn fell. Samson jumped like he had heard a shotgun go off and then looked up with a "the sky is falling" look on his face. He RAN to the front door and asked to go inside. I really laughed that time, "Poor little city dog!"
Actually I enjoy taking him for walks because we wander through the woods and get to enjoy them. We'll see how I feel about that when winter comes!?

Dog Trouble

We have the dumbest dog! The dogs around here aren't on leashes, they just kind of run around the neighborhood and mostly stay in their own yards (hey, we're on 27+ acres here). Well, Samson took exception to having two other male dogs around and on Friday, 8/8 picked a fight with Uncle Cale's 1 year old mutt, XS, who chewed Sam up pretty badly around the neck and right ear. After a few days, the dog's neck was swollen and infected. On 8/11 we took him to the vet and he ended up with drains coming out of his neck for a week. He looked like "Frankenstein Dog." We had the drains taken out on Tues, 8/19 and the stupid dog attacked XS again early Friday mornng and got his neck ripped to pieces again. He even has a perfect "bite impression" of XS's dentition in one part of his neck. Aunt Diane wants us to get rid of the dog and I would just as soon get rid of him and either NOT get another dog or get a smaller one that knows how to play nice. Dad wants to keep him, of course, and so we just have to be extra careful when we walk him that the other dogs aren't out. When I figure out how to get the pictures from our camera, I'll show you how he looked.