Good-bye Dad H. I'll miss you. Your hugs, your hand shakes, your polishing the floor till it was slippery. All of it. Your smile. Your shaking your head. How you couldn't hear, but nodded in approval anyway. I'll miss that, too.

You fought in 2 wars. You gave because it was the right thing to do. You didn't say, "What about me?" You never did. Mark found your drafting sheets done on Linen. How cool. Did you aspire to become a draftsman? I bet you'd have been good. That's probably where Mark got his skills. I'll miss you.

You worked the Post Office though. I can't imagine it was fun or challenging work, but you did it. You did it for the family. Third shift. Wow! How stalwart can you get? I admire you for that. I'll miss you.

Retirement was better. You got to dink around the house and do the things you liked to do.
Did I mention, I'll miss you?

Feeling Tired

So, it's supposed to be helping, the better foods, the exercise, and more sleep. Really? I'm tired? So, I'm thinking about it and I know it's because of the stress of Dad H. struggling through his last days. We're hanging in there and so is he. God knows. I don't. Well, the nurse says it'll be soon. His body is a testament to exercise. His mind? I don't know. There could be several factors. It's definitely hereditary though.

So a little extra sleep is good. The rain makes it nice to get under the covers and warm up. And God is a comfort because He knows when, and the whys and He's got it covered.

Thank God I don't have to cover that!

What a Week!

I know this has been tough, maybe not for any more than I'm tired.
We put the car in the shop, one more time.
I have papers to be graded piling up at work.
There's grades to be entered, computers to be updated...
Where does the madness end?
Thank goodness for a good regime of healthy foods!

That will hold me, that and lots and lots of prayer. :)

Here's where I began

Hi All,

Well, it's been a slow start. First, I find that I'm Lactose Intolerant (LI). Well, maybe that's not quite correct, because I can't just take some Acidophilus and make it better. So it's entirely possible there's an allergy at work, or even IBS. I can look back at my childhood and see that as a youngster there was an aversion to cheese. I used to make my mom (or should I say that my mom would considerately...) buy me a McDonald's hamburger before the family would go to Me n Ed's Pizza. What child doesn't like pizza? I dunno.

So fast-forward to 1996 or thereabouts, here I am telling my friend, Sandi, that I believe I'm Lactose Intolerant. She replies with the typical, "I could never live without cheese," line and I nod.

So many people say that if you're LI that you can't consume goat's milk either, but I can. So go figure. :/

I've been careful, not careful and I know that I sure feel a whole lot better when I'm careful or downright religious about it. I sleep better, feel better, have more energy, and I believe that my health will show it, too.

Thanks for listening,
Julie