I've been at Steven's friend's house for a couple of hours devouring as much internet as I can. Unfortunately, most of the time has been spent searching for plane tickets to Mississippi next week for Holly's wedding. Turns out my poor van seems to be developing problems, and I don't trust it to make the 10 hour trip. So, to the skies we go!
Steven's grandfather passed away last Tuesday, and at the same time I was assaulted by a vicious stomach bug. It was a very long and difficult week, and I still can't believe Papaw Aaron is gone. But, I am feeling much better, and Steven and his family are doing very well considering...
The trip to Cleveland is now happening this Thursday. It's going to be an interesting ride with Steven's mom and dad. They are a hoot sometimes! Soon after we return I'll be back in LexVegas for a day and then it's south of the Mason Dixon. It's gonna be very busy for me until I return from Mississippi on the 25th, but I am looking forward to visiting with Holly and just getting away for awhile.
Maybe when I get back internet at the home-front will be up and running (fingers crossed!!!)
Now it's time to tear my fingers away from the keyboard and head back down the curvy road to my country home...
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Saturday, April 2, 2011
the land that high-speed forgot.
I am heading back to the land of dial-up internet, which means my time online will be kept at a minimum. I have no patience for page loading speeds slower than a mary jane smokin' snail.
We are planning on installing satellite internet ASAP... which claims to be high-speed, but compared to dsl and broadband it does not deserve the title. Still, it's several notches above dial-up, and will feed my internet addiction fairly well.
Until then (within the next couple of weeks), my blog may be neglected somewhat... if not completely. It all depends on my mood and patience level.
Oh yeah, I almost forgot. Tonight is the BIG GAME against UCONN. So, being the hardcore UK fan that I am... it would not be appropriate to end this post without a mighty...
We are planning on installing satellite internet ASAP... which claims to be high-speed, but compared to dsl and broadband it does not deserve the title. Still, it's several notches above dial-up, and will feed my internet addiction fairly well.
Until then (within the next couple of weeks), my blog may be neglected somewhat... if not completely. It all depends on my mood and patience level.
Oh yeah, I almost forgot. Tonight is the BIG GAME against UCONN. So, being the hardcore UK fan that I am... it would not be appropriate to end this post without a mighty...
C-A-T-S CATS CATS CATS!!!!!!!!!!!!
LET'S GO WILDCATS (CLAP. CLAP. CLAP-CLAP-CLAP)
Friday, April 1, 2011
headed north...
Steven has an appointment at the Cleveland Clinic on Monday. We're driving up Sunday and staying the night. It's not the first time we've headed to the land of Drew Carey and the Rock N Roll Hall of Fame, but hopefully this time it won't be snowing, therefore the street signs won't be covered with snow, and we won't get lost ;)
I am nervous. I think Steven is too. Most times I try to not think about his condition and how much he has to struggle on a daily basis. Even today, I fought back tears when talking with my mom about how much worse he has gotten. Plus, I don't want him to see my cry or worry about him. He always looks to me for assurance, and I never want to add any extra stress or concern to the situation.
I'll never forget the first time I saw Steven... he had conveniently "forgotten" to tell me about his leg and awkward limp, and I couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable. But, after a few minutes of his charming grin and happy-go-lucky demeanor, his limp faded into the background and I became enamored.
Even with his disability, he has always managed to get around fairly well, and usually refused to utilize a cane. Physical therapy helped promote strength in his legs, and was a weekly routine. Years went by, and things seemed to be going well in regards to his health.
But, a year ago things began to change. Little by little he started to struggle to find his balance, and was experiencing more and more pain in his legs. Physical therapy wasn't working anymore. His cane became his lifeline, and by the time fall arrived he was unable to walk more than a few steps without using the cane, wall, or myself to keep him afoot.
He still flashes that charming grin religiously, but for the first time since I have known him, he is worried too. We all are...
I don't even care about a diagnosis... he's been a mystery to doctors for years, no one truly understanding what caused the twisting of his knee and leg muscle. No doctor has ever been able to tell us why. I say screw the "why". Just give us some help, a solution, something to help him feel more solid on his feet.
He is such an amazing person... I want him to always be able to wrestle with his nephews in the living room floor, scare the crap out of me on the four wheeler, and head to his favorite fishing hole whenever his heart desires. I want him to have that freedom...
Maybe in a few days we'll have some answers... or at least a start.
Prayers, positive thoughts, and both fingers crossed....
I am nervous. I think Steven is too. Most times I try to not think about his condition and how much he has to struggle on a daily basis. Even today, I fought back tears when talking with my mom about how much worse he has gotten. Plus, I don't want him to see my cry or worry about him. He always looks to me for assurance, and I never want to add any extra stress or concern to the situation.
I'll never forget the first time I saw Steven... he had conveniently "forgotten" to tell me about his leg and awkward limp, and I couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable. But, after a few minutes of his charming grin and happy-go-lucky demeanor, his limp faded into the background and I became enamored.
Even with his disability, he has always managed to get around fairly well, and usually refused to utilize a cane. Physical therapy helped promote strength in his legs, and was a weekly routine. Years went by, and things seemed to be going well in regards to his health.
But, a year ago things began to change. Little by little he started to struggle to find his balance, and was experiencing more and more pain in his legs. Physical therapy wasn't working anymore. His cane became his lifeline, and by the time fall arrived he was unable to walk more than a few steps without using the cane, wall, or myself to keep him afoot.
He still flashes that charming grin religiously, but for the first time since I have known him, he is worried too. We all are...
I don't even care about a diagnosis... he's been a mystery to doctors for years, no one truly understanding what caused the twisting of his knee and leg muscle. No doctor has ever been able to tell us why. I say screw the "why". Just give us some help, a solution, something to help him feel more solid on his feet.
He is such an amazing person... I want him to always be able to wrestle with his nephews in the living room floor, scare the crap out of me on the four wheeler, and head to his favorite fishing hole whenever his heart desires. I want him to have that freedom...
Maybe in a few days we'll have some answers... or at least a start.
Prayers, positive thoughts, and both fingers crossed....
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