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The Nursing Home Funnies


I’ve recently been going to our local nursing home to visit a relative who needs to stay there while he gets Physical Therapy and I have to say…I am thoroughly enjoying our visits with some of the other residents.

My new friend Emma is just a hoot.  This woman has it all together and she makes sure everyone else does too.  She’s sharp as a tack.  Every day she wheels into everyone’s rooms every day to make sure they’re all stocked up on Kleenex and other essentials.  If not, she’s off in her wheelchair to bring them more.

In one of our conversations, I asked her if she has children and then grandchildren.  She said yes, she has children, but no grandchildren.

She said, and I quote…”They’re getting to be past the age where they can have kids.”

I looked at her quizzically and said “How old are they?”

She responded “68 and 64”.

 

Today, take time to laugh.

Patty O

 

ps…the names of my new friends have been changed to protect their identity. 😉

pps…yes, that’s me and my husband with our youngest daughter who’s now 16.

 

Samantha…the Best Birthday Present EVER!


I don’t think I’ve written this story before.

I guess if I have you’ll just have to bear with me one more time.

Today is my birthday.

Age is just a number, right?  Well, I’m 49 today.

In my mind I’m in my 30’s.

My body wants to double that number…lol!

I do enjoy the freedom that age brings…the ‘Oh, what the hell!’ moments…the ‘I don’t care what others think’ moments…the ‘I choose to surround myself with caring, loving, supportive people’ moments…the ‘Life is short, eat the damn Caramello Candy Bar’ moments.  (I’ve had a few too many of those moments lately.)

But I digress…

Miss Samantha was set to be born during the 3rd week of November, 22 years ago.

This gorgeous smushy faced little girl had other plans.  (OK, in reality, my body had other plans, but it’s more fun to think of her wanting OUT!)

There was bed rest…there was more bed rest…and then there was 2 weeks in the hospital on bed rest.

Fun it was not, however, there are blessings that come from every situation…and what a blessing she has been.

A not so fun part of those two weeks was when she decided to completely turn around inside me (obviously) and go breech.  This was just a few days before she was born.

Let’s use a Sophia Petrillo saying (from Golden Girls):  ‘Picture this’:  An almost 7 pound baby completely turning around inside a mother’s stomach (ok…technically womb).

It looked like I had an alien trying to break out.

It was DISGUSTING!

And not particularly comfortable, mind you, either.

Thankfully (for her delivery…not so thankfully for the fun experience), she turned back around before she decided to make her entrance to the world.

A cute part of the story is how the Doctor came in one day to discuss when I could be taken off the Tributaline (a lovely medication that you get put on to stop the contractions…imagine having to lay in bed while taking a medication that makes your body feel like you’ve just drank a couple 5 hour energy drinks).

Anyywayyyy….I digress again…

I had this wonderful older gentleman as my Doctor, and he came to tell me I could go off the medication as of 12:01 a.m. on November 15th.

I looked him in the eye and asked if I could go off the meds one day early, since the 14th was/is my birthday and I couldn’t ask for a better birthday present than to possibly have my baby that day.

At first he said no…but I argued a bit by reminding him that with the first ultrasound they wobbled between two different days as her due date.

He hesitated, looked me in the eye, and said “Don’t tell ANYONE I’m doing this, but ok”.

Standing behind him was his nurse, who was now wide-eyed and shaking her head.  As he left the room, she quick stopped by my bed and whispered “He NEVER does that!”

I wish I could take you back to that moment to actually witness it.  It was just such a sweet, funny, heart-warming moment.  He was such a sweet but serious Doctor.  God love him.

Well, the rest of the story…

I was taken off the meds at 12:01 a.m.

I was in labor by 5:45 a.m.

Samantha was born by 10:15 a.m.

Bing, Bam, Boom.

Best…Birthday…Present…EVER.

A sweet, adorable, albeit slimy, baby girl.

It just doesn’t get any better than that.

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I love you baby girl.

You may be 22 now, graduating from college with honors, an amazing Artist, incredibly smart, and drop-dead gorgeous…

but you’ll always be my baby girl.

And my best birthday present ever.

Love,

Mom

(Patty O)

All Are Welcome


I found this web article today and it (finally) explains what I believe.  Please read and then come back…

No Sinners Allowed, the Battle Over the Body and Blood of Christ

Wow. What he said.

I’ve been on the ‘Catholic Church’s Sinner’ end of this and I absolutely felt I was being punished, not welcomed, by the church. Why was I considered a sinner? Because I left a verbally abusive husband and got a divorce. The verbal abuse was happening in front of my girls and I had started seeing the impact on them. I couldn’t leave for myself, but I absolutely didn’t want my girls to think that’s how a husband should treat a wife. I was told to get an Annulment…but was my marriage a mistake that shouldn’t have happened? What about my amazing daughters? And what about ‘if God leads you to it, he’ll see you through it’? It was real…and I’m a better and stronger person because of it. I was also told to go to another parish where I would be able to take communion…but why should I be able to do that, but not another person? I could go on and on.

A year and a half after my divorce, I met Tim…and we knew that God brought us together. We’ve been married over 15 years now and still love and respect each other. Actually, even more so than when we were first married.

Tim and I were married in and joined Grace Lutheran Church​ because it is where ‘all are welcome’…just as Jesus/God intended.

Moral of the story, I once thought I was brought up to be a strong Catholic, but it turned out I was brought up to be a strong Christian. A daily…seeking to be better, perfectly imperfect believer, a loved and loving sinner.

Just like everyone else.

All are welcome…

Thank you Jesus.

Amen.

Witnessing a Story of Faith, Love and Support


What child is this, who, laid to rest, On Mary’s lap is sleeping? Whom angels greet with anthems sweet, While shepherds watch are keeping? This, this is Christ the King, Whom shepherds guard and angels sing:

Haste, haste to bring Him laud, The Babe, the son of Mary. So bring him incense, gold, and myrrh, Come, peasant, king, to own him. The King of kings salvation brings, Let loving hearts enthrone him. Raise, raise a song on high, The virgin sings her lullaby : Joy, joy for Christ is born, The babe, the Son of Mary.

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In this season, this ‘Christ’mas time, may we all stop our fun preparations: the decorating, present buying, wrapping, and cookie making…to reflect on Christ’s birth. The gift God gave us on this day…His Son.

The babe that would grow into a 12 year old child who would sit amongst the elders speaking wisdom in the temple.  The young man who, when baptized, was descended upon by the Holy Spirit in the form of a dove and a voice came from heaven, which said, “Thou art my beloved Son; in thee I am well pleased”.  The man who would die on the cross to save us from our sins.

And God, the Father, watched from above.  He saw all the joy…He saw all the suffering.  He was there through it all…beside His Son.

On our worst days, we may wonder ‘Where is God?’.

He’s watching.  He’s waiting.  He’s with us, just as He was with His Son.

We just need to have Faith.

I’ve witnessed this show of faith.

First, in my husband’s Grandpa, who passed 12 years ago:  Frank was at home, having fought a good fight against cancer.  He was in hospice care…and he had faith.  In his last weeks he spoke about seeing Jesus there in the room with him.  And we knew…He was there.  He walked Grandpa home to Heaven…of that there is no doubt.

And in the past few months,  an incredible story of courage, faith, and love has filled our small town – pulling it’s people together in a show of support for an incredible young man suffering from leukemia. Read more

The Red Fred Project…Join Me


Have you heard of this project yet?

If you’re like me, you haven’t.  It was just introduced to me by my good friend Karen, who knows the creator.

I don’t think there’s much I need to say beyond…please, please take a moment to click on the link and watch the video, then read what this project is all about.  You may want to grab a kleenex…

The Red Fred Project: 50 Books by 50 Critically ill Children

My heart is filled with love for this project, from the beginning of working with a critically ill young person and their family, to the end result of the book and book sales, which The Red Fred Project gives to the family to help with their medical costs.  This truly is an incredible project.  It’s not just about life or death…it’s about giving a child who is chronically ill a chance to be creative, a feeling of purpose, about leaving a legacy and an incredible memory for that child’s family to cherish.

Loving & empowering children, and helping families in need.  This is what life is about.

I’m going to send in a donation…do you want to join me?

They need $75,000 by Sunday, October 13th to move this project forward – so please – donate soon!  If they are short of their goal, by a penny, none of the funding happens for the project — no one’s donation goes through. Even now, the people who have pledged will not see their money leave their account UNLESS The Red Fred Project hits its goal in October.  Give now, give generously, give what you can…every little bit helps!

And then share their link on your facebook page, twitter account, and every other account you’re on…copy it and hand it out at work, church, the dog park, the laundromat, local restaurants, on the bus, in the subway, to your mother, to your brother, to your sister, to your mother’s brother’s sister-in-law…just share it with everyone!

Patty O

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