Do Dah

It's early, my mind is rolling from one thing to the next:

I'm hungry, and that's a bit of a new thing.

I woke up with a sore throat and unable to breathe, I suppose I am the next stop for the germs in the sinus infection-strep throat-bronchitis epidemic floating around my vicinity.

A couple of the people that I work with are actually human.

My kitties are shedding like they are on chemo---must be the time of year?

My television is on the outs---and I am trying to figure out what to do about it. When one has NO life, one NEEDS a television. I would surely die without my daily Law and Order fix. I have little resources for repairs or replacement but I have to find a way. It irritates me though, as this one was purchased in 2006-and cost a bloody fortune...why does nothing work anymore?

Apparently when one is single and living in small-town Southern Iowa, going out and partying every weekend night is not only accepted, it's mandated. I have no issue with this-however, when one is married and living in the city...having one's ass glued to the sofa is the required behavior. Seems to me there would be a mix of the two lifestyles in there somewhere, then maybe one wouldn't be single and living in Southern Iowa.

Due to a sudden and unexpected profit windfall on the job that my predecessor was too inept to find, I will be rewarded, as part of my salary is based on profit. Because I had long ago offered to purchase the bedroom furniture for my soon to be born grandson, I have been worrying how I was going to manage--but now I have it handled. I called Janelle and told her to find what she wanted and we would get it this week. We are both excited. Somehow, looking at the ready to go bedroom of a soon to be born child makes it all so real.

Enough for one early Sunday morning. I hope your day is wonderful. :)

I'm getting really personal here, beware.

As all the stations are reporting, history has been made. I think it's about time - about time that we elect and believe in our officials based on what they stand for and say, and not for what they look like, the sex they are, or the color of their skin. I am proud of America today but have a feeling that we are a bit late, as I would have thought we would have come to this conclusion long before now. Barack Obama was not my candidate, simply because we didn't see eye to eye on a couple of core issues. John McCain was not my candidate either, but our eyes lined up a bit more on the basics than the other choice and I did vote for him, but I am not surprised that he lost. Or not even necessarily sad. I am feeling pretty ambivalent about the whole affair and am merely hopeful that our new President Elect can pull this country out of the mess we are in. Our issues here in America go way beyond a four year term for an elected official...and although I believe that the right one can help us get on track, it takes a village friends, and the political grandstanding and rhetoric and just plain old bullshit will always get in the way. But America, I do applaud you, because for once in our history---you believed that one man can make a difference and you voted with your hearts and minds and not your centuries old prejudices and fears.

Sorry, I had to get my two cents in...

I appreciate all the love and support all of you - my good friends - have given me recently. I'm serious when I say that it has made a tremendous difference in the way I feel about things. Sometimes it's good to know you aren't alone. In my previous post, I think many of you knew what I was talking about...and I hope I am not telling something I shouldn't as you all know that Janelle - my daughter - and the subject of which I spoke yesterday, blogs, too. And she has not said anything about the current state of her life lately. But because you ARE all my friends, I feel that I have to share with you my fear and worry, at least the most current one. You all know that she is just over twelve weeks pregnant. Whether that is right or wrong is not for me to say, but I think you all know my feelings about the subject in general. But we are talking about a baby here, her baby, my grandchild, whom all of you are well aware that I want more than anything in this life. And if you have all been reading my words here for awhile, then you know that she was also expecting last year, and due to some really ugly circumstances and problems with the baby itself, she had to make the most heart wrenching decision that any woman would ever have to make. It about killed her, first...and me...second. And let me say again, for the record that none of this is about me, I am aware. However, this blog IS about me...and it's where I say and tell and do those things that affect me the most, hurt me the most, and make me the most happy. Where this baby stands right now, is somewhere in there...and sadly, I'm not sure. Because of the issues with the past pregnancy, Janelle sees a group of specialty doctors, as well as her regular ob doctor. She saw these docs a couple of weeks ago, and we were truly thrilled as the news was that everything looks good. EVERYTHING. But as a precaution, there were a couple of further tests done. The results came back on Monday...and the news wasn't so good. She was of course, devastated and hysterical. I was nearly the same, but was and am expected to help keep her level and thinking straight and generally positive. That is a tall order for a woman who is honestly and seriously at her limit. But I tried. I prayed for God to give me the right words and attitude and I tried and I believed that I did help her. Yesterday, Janelle went in to see these doctors and very frankly told them that she would NOT under any circumstances, terminate this baby. Then she asked them what she should DO, within those parameters. The decision was, basically nothing. There would be more frequent ultrasounds so that if there is in fact a heart defect or downs syndrome, then she can be somewhat more prepared for it. Otherwise, she will take the baby that God gives her and we (she and Nick and myself) will deal with it when and if the need arises. God, give me the strength. And please friends, when you talk with Him---say a little prayer for us, will you? A prayer that this baby, the one in Des Moines Iowa, that is wanted SO much by its mother and grandmother, will be okay. And once again, I thank you.