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Wednesday, February 20, 2019

Change!! Helps you to grow

Good evening,

I've been working on myself, learning, growing, educating with how to grow my crafting business.
Learning keeps us young. That's what my moma always used to say.  If you learn something new daily, keeps you young. She was a very wise woman.

This won't be lengthy tonight, just wanted to hop on and give you a brief update.
you will be seeing a change in my blog, business, fb page, instagram and even seeing some upgrades to pinterest and my etsy shop.  Going to try and make great use of my blog.

Plans to start doing some lives, sharing some tips/tricks I've been learning, Perhaps to help you get you being creative.  Being Creative, warms my heart, I call it my therapy. And my therapy has worked tremendously over the last year/half.  Building yourself back up from the ground, Takes a few steps, faith, love and encouragement from all.  Even the cardinals that visit.......

If you have anything that you would like for me to do a tutorial on, reach out to me. I would love to help you get creative.

Leaving you for now, I'll return soon

TATA for now....

Monday, September 18, 2017

Checking the TaTas and more

GMA did a segment on the new at home test for breast cancer.  I had this test completed and awaiting results.  This was a simple test (just spit saliva in a plastic tube-painless) this test was prompted due to Tammy having ovarian cancer.

My family/friends please go the extra mile to have yourself checked out!!  My grandmother had cancer several of her siblings had cancer.  My mother didn't and I thank goodness. However my dad did.

Since I've been having mammograms, when I would provide history and the high risk on my grandmothers side the Dr's would say that's not close enough relation.  Well now in my opinion for what it's worth, I believe that to be different.  Especially with today's technology.

The different tests that are available for us to do.  No, It doesn't say we will develop cancer, it will screen for the possible gene, pick up a detection if there is any.  The doctors can focus on those areas when future exams, tests come up.  Try to be proactive when it comes to reference to any detected possibilities.  This test not only checks for ovarian, breast cancer it checks other areas as well.

After my changing of Dr's this year and a tumor being found, sent to an oncologist with surgery being performed a couple more tumors being found during surgery, the tumors were benign.

What If?????   I hadn't decided to go with my gut feeling, seek out a different Dr, that took my concerns seriously, especially when advising them of the loss of my sister????

Family/Friends, please...I wouldn't want anyone to have to go through the loss of a loved one especially to this nasty disease.  After Tammy passed Lil Sister, began researching for genetic testing.  However before we could have it done.  Tammy's daughter would have to have it completed then we could proceed.  Upon my follow up to the oncologist the family practitioner suggested that I talk with my gynecologist when I go for my next years exam.

Lil sister was able to get paperwork sent to my niece and she has had the test performed. I took it upon myself to go ahead and have it done this year since I had already met my deductibles, etc.

I bring this to your attention because I care deeply about everyone, and want you to know there are tests available.  Men this goes for you as well.  Mention to your Dr's when you go in for your exams, or call them and ask about it.  Some offices don't perform the test. you will have to check with them. I'm currently awaiting my results, I found out friday they are in, just need to have the Dr. read them and then contact me.  I'll keep you posted as to the results, either way.  Good, Bad or Ugly.

However, you know.....I know someone that has this....God has really been good to me, especially this year,,, he has carried me when I wasn't able to carry myself, think for myself, do for myself.... My current therapy is Crafting if you haven't noticed.  I'm not working so I"m taking full advantage of the blessings I've been given....

TaTa for now...

I love each and everyone of you

Friday, February 10, 2017

Reminiscing on the road!!!

As I make my way down the road taking a mental day to regroup my thoughts I can't help but think about all the neglecting of things I love to do.

 Having put them on the back burner for sometime while enjoying the time with my sister I would not have traded that time or trade it for anything in this world those are precious sweet memories

That will in turn keep me motivated on such days I don't have the strength or courage to put 1 foot in front of the other.  Passing by a rest area seeing all the truck drivers pulled over resting, brings me to thinking about my sister Tammy and how many miles had she traveled across the country in one of those big rigs having logged a many of a mile.  Having always traveled safely and returning to her family. After seeing a accident on the local news just this week knowing it could have easily been her during her many travels. I'm so grateful it wasn't my heart goes out to those families that are less fortunate.  She always worked hard and put 110% in anything she set out to accomplish if I accomplish a tenth of that I will be grateful. She was a part of the Thelma(Tammy) and Louise (Lisa) road team the last several years.

 It's with deep sadness that we will no longer be fulfilling those short road trips together.You see she was taken too early by that nasty cancer disease on 11-23-16. She will be greatly missed but still with us as our guardian angel. But one day I will be running the streets of gold with her.

Why now after a few years of being alienated am I returning? Well it has to do with a few loves.....

My younger sisters ambition for the love of writing you see shes written for several years and pretty good at it. How I wish she could have met my friend "Bill" she would have gotten along well with him. He being the history enthusiast and she loving history.

Yeah the 2 would have hit it off..  she's working on getting her work out there and I hope that I  to start getting a little more in tune with my audience trying to bring them different areas of encouragement perhaps post a few of my many talents for you to enjoy.

 Perhaps I'll even bring her on as a guest... Please let me know your thoughts on that.  We can interview her and you can learn about her penmenship.  I've probably lost a few along the way with my rattling just wanted to let you know I was still here kicking and well moving right along with life missing my sister tremendously

. I will be introducing you soon to a very near future author.. please do come back to meet Kimbetly Hammersmith Wiseman as we crank up our blog. I'm looking forward to updating my look as well. Ive really missed everyone.

Stay tuned.

And I ll leave you with my favorite from before TaTa for now...

Thursday, October 4, 2012

Thankful Thursday!!!!!!

As my dad used to say, my feet have hit the floor and I'm above ground, Another day to be thankful for.. And so with that being said, Being thursday and all.... Its a busy day for me, I'm very grateful. On facebook I am in a group for bariatric support and a few days ago, once of the ladies, felt like sharing a story. And I have asked for permission to share it with my friends.  So having been out of the loop for a while, I'll kick it back into gear with a little laughter to make your day...... I'll be back again... Let's get this party back on track,,,,,


Written by Anna.

Like everything in life, farts have a time and place. However, I never realized that in the wrong time and place, flatulence had enough power to alter my course in history. Well, it can if it’s the third date with the man of your dreams. And, if it makes his eyes burn. If God destined us to be together, I was one SBD away from foiling His plans (that’s “Silent But Deadly” for you prudes).

It was about five years ago. I was trying to lose a few pounds so I was staying away from carbs. That’s when I met my husband, Rob. On our first date, he booked the next two. He liked me. I liked him. Things were looking real good.

He picked me up in a Cobra, Mustang and his pathetic attempt to win me over with a car totally worked. I’m not shallow, but since I spent most of my twenties picking men up because I didn’t want my hair to frizz in their non-air conditioned jalopies on 3 wheels and a 15 year old spare, I welcomed his fancy sports car with open arms.

We arrived at the restaurant and Rob was ordering food I hadn’t allowed myself to eat in years. I didn’t want to be “that girl” so I ate, drank, and oh, was I merry. Later we shopped a bit. Rob surprised me by buying an expensive pair of shoes that he caught me eyeing. Was this love?

That’s when it happened. Gas strikes in two different ways – uncontrollable toots or sharp, shooting pains that feel a lot like dying. I thought I was dying. Not to make a scene, I told Rob I suddenly wasn’t feeling well and probably needed to head home.
On the way home in his Cobra, he tried to hold my hand and ask me lots of questions, but I wasn’t having any of it. The pain was so bad it felt like I was being stabbed with a bunch of tiny forks. Then I realized …

My God, help me. I have a horrendous fart on deck. I’m in trouble. Big trouble.

The more I held it in, the more pain would shoot through my stomach and down my legs. I was even having to raise myself off the seat, gripping on to my door and the dashboard.

“Seriously, you need to hurry – I’m in a lot of pain.” I managed to say through gritted teeth.

“Wow, it’s that bad? What’s wrong? Do I need to take you to a hospital?”

How do you tell a man you just started dating that the reason you’re writhing in pain is because you have to fart?

Well, you can either tell him, or like me, let the fart speak for itself.
People, hear me. There was nothing I could do. As impressive as I am with sphincter control, this was out of my hands. Slowly, it eeked out. The more I tried to stop it, the more it forced it’s way through the door. However, to my pleasant surprise, there was no sound. I sat silently, sweat accumulating above my upper lip. Ok, maybe I got away with it. Maybe I’m home free. Then it hit me. Not an idea, a cloud. A horrific, fart cloud. Not in a, “am I smelling something?” sort of way. More like a “is someone dead and rotting in your trunk and am I in hell?” sort of way.

Suddenly, I panicked. “Roll down the windows!” I screamed (yes, I literally screamed it like I was in a horror movie).

“What? Why?” Rob asked, starting to freak out because I was freaking out.

“I can’t roll down the windows, unlock it! UNLOCK IT!”

“What’s going on?” Rob yells back to me, “Why are you …” then it hit him. I could see it in his eyes. Was it surprise? Horror? Water started to accumulate at the base of his eyelids, “Oh my God, I CAN TASTE IT!” he screamed.

“Roll down the windows!” As I screamed, the toots started to flood out uncontrollably. I scratched and clawed at the window like I was being kidnapped. Rob, unable to see either by fart cloud or panic, kept turning on the windshield wipers instead of unlocking the window.

It was chaos. We were acting like we were under siege by gun fire. We were under siege alright, just not by gun fire.
Finally he was able to hit the right control and he rolled down our windows. We both gulped in fresh air. I was horrified, yet happy to be alive, then remembered I just farted on the man of dreams, then sorta wished I was dead.

We sat silently for the rest of the way home. Although the shooting pains had subsided, I now desperately needed to use the bathroom, in an urgent, explosive kind of way.

He pulled up to my apartment and before he could come to a stop I had already jumped out, “Ok, thanks for dinner, sorry about the fart, love the shoes!” and ran in to my apartment like I was running from the cops.

I burst through my door and ran straight for the bathroom, where I was finally able to unleash and make noises that no one should ever, EVER, hear coming from another person.

Then I heard it. Rob’s voice. Right. Outside. My. Bathroom. Door.

“Anna? You left your shoes in my car and your front door was open. Where do you want me to put them?”

“Get away from the door!” I scream like Reagan from The Exorcist.
“Ok, I’m sorry. Are you okay?”

*toot* *toot* *splatter* *ungodly noise*
“I’m fine, Rob – just leave the shoes there. I’ll call you later okay?”

“Okay, are you sure you’re …”

“I’m fine! Get away from the door!”

This man! I mean, I love him, but take a freakin’ hint!

Finally, I heard the front door shut, and the Cobra engine zoom away. I thought that was the last I’d hear from him. I didn’t think it was possible to ever see a man again after he screams he can taste your fart after only knowing you for 48 hours.

But, to my surprise, I did. A couple days later, actually. Now we’re married and he’s laying on the couch while I type this … “It was your rack that saved you,” he just lovingly reminded me.
 Now,  Are you laughing??/???  as hard as I was when I first read it,... Well anyone especially my friends that have had surgery can really relate..... Tah Tah for now.... Enjoy your day..... I have missed you....