A VLOG Today

This little video is about a new Sure-fit Designs blouse -- which I don't show you -- and my doctor appointment yesterday, and some new fabric.

Had my last doctor appointment today, and it was LESS FUN than yesterday.  Found out I have to have the vein procedure done for the THIRD TIME!  My legs look fine, but something is going on inside, I guess.

The doctor said, "I can see you're going to be a case."

I suppose you should NOT tell the NEW doctor how much you disliked the OLD doctor.

They are thick as thieves, you know.  Two many nurses in this family.  Makes you want to try a Veterinarian!
So here is the little video I made this morning before I went to see Dr. Padulla, who wasn't even going to see me after I got there.  I asked the girl how many visits you had to have before you finally met the doctor.  This was my second visit.  She looked at me like I was going to be "a case", and she left the room.  When she came back, she said that the doctor would be able to see me AFTER ALL.

Imagine that!

And what a LOVELY shot Youtube picked to put on the cover!

Be back soon with my new blouse on, and I'll show you what I made with the fabric in the video.

Hugs, Joy

Rubber Band Snap Face Lift

Yep,  I finally went to the plastic surgeon's office today for my consultation.

My first impression was that the building the doctor was in was REALLY OLD and not attractive.  When I walked inside the front door, I was shocked at the disrepair of the place.  I tried to walk into what I thought was the door, and it had a big sign taped on it to go to a different door.  It didn't say WHICH door, however.

A lady noticed my confusion, and she pointed to the door I was supposed to go in.  The waiting room was not very nice.  Old chairs and a small TV and just not what I expected for a Plastic Surgeon's offices.  The girls behind the window were all very pretty and nicely dressed.  There were boxes on the floor around their desks with things in disarray.  I thought it was very strange, and I thought about just sneaking back out and leaving, but I didn't.

In a few minutes, Vanessa appeared at the window and asked me to come back.  I walked into her exam room and noticed it wasn't in the greatest shape either.  The front of one of the drawers was hanging by a thread.  One of the cupboard doors would not close all the way.

The exam room did have a very clean bed with white linens on it, and I was ready to jump on it and get started.  She said, "Oh, you need to sit over there."  So I sat "over there", and she asked me to tell her about myself.

Was she KIDDING!?  That could take hours.  I asked what she wanted to know.  She said she wanted to know what I wanted done and what I had already had done.  Well, I had just filled out FOUR PAGES with all that information on it.  I suppose it was to feed the shredder breakfast.  Nobody actually READ it?

While I was filling out the papers in the waiting room, there was a looooooooong program playing on the TV about some kind of new thing they do to your face.  I THINK it was called Ultherapy, but I could be wrong.  A lot of movie stars have it done according to the blurb on the TV.

So, I asked Vanessa about the procedure they were playing on the TV.  She explained that it was something another person did -- the P.A. to the surgeon maybe -- and it was expensive.  I asked HOW expensive.  She said it started at $1,600 for the lower part of your cheeks.  If you do under your chin, it is another $1,000 and if you did below that down onto your chest it was another $1,400.

That is a lot, but it is still a LOT less than a face lift.

I asked her if it was painful and if they put you to sleep.  NO, they don't put you to sleep.  They give you a Valium.  She said the procedure felt like someone was snapping you with stretched rubber bands deep in your skin.

Well, THAT certainly sounds pleasant!!!


I asked her HOW LONG one must endure this treatment.  She said three hours.

I thought maybe I might look good with a lot of wrinkles all over my face after all!

The surgeon's P.A. came in to look at the two scars I want removed.

That didn't go well either.

She looked at them and said, "Well, we could do it, but they might heal just as badly as the ones you already have because it is hard for wounds to heal in the lower leg."

Great!  WHY was I even there?

The pretty blonde P.A. left.  I told Vanessa I would like to just have the Micro-Dermabrasion done, and could we get started?

OF COURSE NOT!  I would have to REschedule that for another time.

When I left, I asked where the ladie's room was.  I went into the ladies' room, and as I always do, I reached for the tp roll to cover the toilet seat with tissue.  As I started to unroll the tissue, the whole thing came FLYING off of the holder and landed across the room!  The round thing fell behind the toilet.

I thought to myself, "Good Heavens!  This Plastic Surgeon must not make much money, or he spends it everywhere but here."  I was praying the toilet wouldn't explode when I flushed it!

Vanessa was putting some samples and some flyers into a small bag for me just before I left.  I noticed more messes around where she was, and I mentioned that the building wasn't very nice.  She said, "Oh, we KNOW!  It is HORRIBLE!"

Turns out they are moving to a new building in November.  I was really glad to know that.

I was kind of low when I left there thinking I would just live with the usual aging issues and quit trying to fix them.  I called my husband and told him.  He was thrilled, of course, because he doesn't want me to have anything done.  I told him that I had just saved him so much money, that I had to go buy something.  He laughed.

Other than that, I have made a new blouse, and I'm going to cut out a couple more.  I need some tops that FIT ME since I've lost weight.  Everything I put on just HANGS on me or poofs open at the top.

Be back soon.

Hope all of you are having a wonderful week.  I am missing my hubby, and he is missing me.  How WONDERFUL to still be in love after 40 years of marriage.  I hear of horrible marriages so often, and I am so very thankful for mine.

Hugs, Joy

Red Horse of War

Church was really terrifying this morning.  Pastor John Hagee is talking about the four horses of the Apocalypse.

Last Sunday, Pastor Hagee talked about horse #1:  The WHITE horse.  Antichrist.

Today, he talked about horse #2: The RED horse.  NUCLEAR war!

This is all from The Revelation in the Bible, of course, and it is an exact description of everything going on in the world today.

People have GOT TO WAKE UP!  I will never understand why people want to believe that there is no God -- no Hell -- no Heaven -- no devil -- no right -- no wrong -- no life after death -- and so many other total lies.

HOW can there be a creation without a Creator?

Our preacher in Durant, OK, Duane Sheriff, says that the schools teach our kids:  "YOU CAME FROM GOO -- WENT TO THE ZOO -- and BECAME YOU.  Thank God that my generation was taught about the Bible and actual American History.  Otherwise, there wouldn't be anyone left to tell the kids the TRUTH.  I think it is wonderful that Mike Huckabee is writing history books with actual facts in them for children to read.

I am so thankful to have my Christian friends that believe the Bible actually IS the Word of God, and that we who love God are supposed to OBEY it.  When I watch the news, I feel like I am living on a different planet than the one I grew up in.

How can you look at a fingernail on your hand, or an eye in your head, or an ear, or a foot, not to mention a brain -- a beating heart -- a highway of veins and arteries that direct constant traffic for an entire lifetime -- and the rest of your amazing human body and truly believe what the teachers, professors, some preachers and politicians are telling you?

Have you EVER seen anything crawling out of an ocean that is half of one thing and half of another?

Have you EVER seen or heard of an ape anywhere on the planet that is beginning to turn into a man?

Have you EVER seen or heard of a man or a woman (except in movies) starting to turn into something other than a human being?

I don't know how anyone with any sense at all can truly believe that stuff.

There is only one way to be a great nation and to STAY a great nation, and that is when Almighty God is the leader of it.

And WHY does anyone OBJECT to that?  And if a person REALLY doesn't believe there is a God, WHY do they hate Him so much???

Pray with me dear ones that a miracle happens in our government, and there will be enough votes to veto-proof a rejection of that Iran joke of an agreement.  The Bible calls it "a contract with death".  Otherwise, all that we love and cherish will be gone.  What is happening in Syria will be happening here.  Even if we escape due to our age, we have children and grandchildren that will have to live through the horror.

Pastor Hagee and a lot of other preachers believe the church will be raptured before the worst happens.  We better make sure we are ready, and we don't get left behind.  

My Mother, who is 87 years old, has told everyone she speaks to that she is going in the rapture.  She has driven me nearly nuts pushing me away every time I try to make plans for her care.  She insists the rapture is happening in September, and she doesn't need help from anyone -- ever.  I sure do hope she is right!

I'll be back tomorrow with a big fish and maybe pics of my new quilt.

Hugs, Joy

Birthday Shopping Spree at OKQW!

I have told you before that we have wonderfully SPEEDY upload speed at our house here in Edmond, unlike the snail's pace speed we have at our Kingston home.  Therefore, I could talk to you all day on my video camera, and it would upload in less than 30 minutes.  Today's video uploaded in 12 minutes!

The weather was divine today!  I can't believe I cancelled an appointment because some weather guy said it was 90% chance of rain all day.  I HATE to drive in the rain.

High of 70 degrees and soft breeze.  The rain ended before noon.

Here's all the details of a wonderful three hours at Oklahoma Quiltworks using my 20% off on everything in the store!

Remember, if you click on the clog, you can choose High Definition.  If you click on Youtube, you can make the screen large.

Terry!  You should have come up here.  You would have loved this store.

So HERE is the front entrance which isn't anything spectacular, but I wanted you to see the start of my spree.  See the owls looking out the window?

Here is the owl quilt.  There is one owl that is really strange looking.  Third one down on the far left side.  I'll have to look him up in the book.  Notice the leaves falling here and there.  They are REALLY nice and make the quilt for me.

This one will probably get hung up at my store.

ALSO, there are only 20 birds -- not 25.  The ladies told me I needed backgrounds for 25 birds.  Oh, well.  You can't have too much fabric!

You would think from the small front entrance that all this stuff could NEVER fit inside.  It takes a really talented person to fit all of it in there and make it so attractive.  The store doesn't seem crowded or cluttered at all.

You KNOW how I get all excited and impressed any time I'm around CLEAN and ORGANIZED at the same time!  I could have easily stayed all day long if it hadn't been for the perfume lady.  I may have to go back while I'm here.  Maybe I could drag my sister there and tell them she has a birthday in August too!!!  I have a feeling she would have to be a current customer.

You can see on the left part of a black leather couch.  There were SO MANY BOOKS, but I did not DARE look at them.  I did enough damage just one step inside the front door!  See the baby crib?  It has cute baby quilts in it.

I snapped a pic of this quilt for Terry because she likes big block quilts.  She didn't seem to be the least bit interested however.  I love that it is red, black and white.  I already have a box full of black and white fabrics, so I moved away from this.  The pattern was called Disappearing Nine Patch if anyone is interested.

I did not photograph the large classroom in the back or the check-out area or the area with tons of notions and patterns.  This store has it ALL!

I'm heading out to the patio to study owls.

Hugs, Joy

VLOG for Today

Decided to sit and chat with you today.

And, yes, that is the LOVELIEST picture of me that Youtube chose to put on the video.

It probably doesn't help that I am wearing my Mother-in-Law's blouse that isn't really my color, BUT it is a Size 10, and it fits me!  So many of my tops are too big these days.

Be back soon with a new quilt to show you.  I'm kind of stuck at the moment as to what fabric to choose for the borders.  This one is real different.

Hugs, Joy

Praise Report

The day finally came for Jerry to have the colonoscopy that his cancer doctor told him he needed to have.  His doctor told me to have one too because we are both over 50 and have never had one.  I decided right away I wasn't having one.  I don't like most doctors, and they don't like me.  I've been FIRED by them because I refused to take hormone replacement therapy -- or the anxiety drugs -- or have a hysterectomy (which I had later).

The vein doctor was mean and he hurt me a lot.

The lady doctor who performed my hysterectomy messed something up that causes me to have a lot of pain at "times", if you catch my drift.

A dentist slapped me when I was a teenager.

One doctor gave me a Penicillin shot when I was 11 years old.  I walked out of his office and fainted in the waiting room.

I had another lady-type surgical procedure when I was in my early 20's.  I was home having breakfast the next morning when something tore or broke or whatever, and I started hemorrhaging all over the kitchen floor.  Because I was eating my breakfast when that happened, the surgeon at ER would not sedate me as he cauterized the torn area.  It was terribly painful.

So you can understand why I don't like doctors or surgical procedures.

I went to pick Jerry up at Mercy Hospital (which I LOVE), and I was led back to the recovery area where Jerry was still sawing logs.  I talked with the nurse for a long time.  She was SO complimentary of me.  She liked my blouse.  She liked my smile.  She EVEN said I had gorgeous veins.  That one was a REAL SURPRISE to me because I have always hated the way my veins show so much in my hands.

She said the doctor would be in to talk to me.  Sure enough, in just a few moments, he was there.

He was NOT AT ALL what you would expect a doctor to look like.  He looked like one of those bearded guys in the Mountain Men shows.  Gray scraggly beard.  He was probably as old as we are, or older.  He walked right up to me and put his hand out to me.  He shook my hand very sweetly.

He pulled out a picture from an envelope and showed it to me.  It was Jerry's "pictures".  He said Jerry was in fabulous shape for his age, and he didn't need to come back for ten years.

I told him I wasn't surprised at all.  I told him Jerry had never had any problems in that area, however, I was a different story.  He told me that I needed to come in and have it done because of my age.  I told him what I just told you about my bad luck with doctors and procedures.

He took my hand in both of his hands, and he looked me straight in the eyes.  He said, "I will treat you the exact same way I would treat my wife or my daughter.  You don't have to worry about anything.  I promise I will take excellent care of you, and you will have good memories and sweet dreams afterward."

WOW!  I wanted to knock Jerry off his roller bed, jump up in his place, and say, "Doc, Take me away now!"

Jerry was VERY HUNGRY after two days of only liquid and the nasty stuff you have to drink for two days.  I don't know if I could get past that part.  We went to Longhorn's and had a great steak dinner with all the trimmings.  Jerry feels just fine.  He is supposed to be RESTING.  The only way that will happen is if I get some more of whatever they knocked him out with at the hospital.

PRAISE GOD for the excellent results of the exam.

I need to go do something, although I really can't think of what.  I just feel guilty sitting in this recliner with my laptop when Jerry is working after just having that procedure done.

Be back soon.

Hugs, Joy

Killer Trash and Maybe a Play Day!

I have finally arrived at my other house.  My husband never can figure out WHY I think I need to come up here before he does, or why I come at all.  I asked him if he thought magical fairies came in the house while I was gone for six weeks and cleaned it.

Men!

It isn't near as much fun to come here anymore since I lost my play day friend.  I was in my sewing room starting my next quilt when I got a few text messages from Terry who is still in Colorado.  Then I suddenly got a great idea!

Why couldn't Terry come up here for some play days???

I asked her if she wanted to come.  She said she would love to, BUT.....

Of course, the "BUT" part has to do with her husband.  He is retired and other than all their church activities, he doesn't have much to do, so Terry is his hobby.  I hope he will let her come though.  We would have a ball!  She is used to sewing in a laundry room, so my small sewing room here would suit her just fine.

I met Margaret tonight -- finally -- for our birthday "lunch" which turned out to be dinner.  We both had steaks and caught each other up on the weeks we have been apart.  Margaret says she feels like she is getting more clumsy by the day.  She spilled some nail polish on her carpet today, but her cleaning lady was able to get it all up.  She said she feels like she could fall when she is walking on steep surfaces.

As an attempt to try to encourage her, I told her what happened to me just last night.

I was fixing dinner in my Kingston kitchen.  I like to be in my bare feet a lot until my feet get cold.  I have socks in my sewing cabinet upstairs so I can put them on when my toes turn to ice cubes.  I had put my black and white short socks on before I went down to fix supper.

We have one of those stainless steel trash cans that is about mid-thigh high and has a pop-up lid on it.  There is a little pedal that you step on to make the top pop open so you can put trash in it.

I walked over to it and stepped on the pedal with my left foot.  The top popped open and I dropped in whatever was in my hand.  The lid closed and I started to walk away.  As I took a step and then another, the TRASH CAN CAME WITH ME!

It was STUCK to the sock on my left foot!  I almost fell over backward into the kitchen sink.

I could imagine the evening news with a report of the Kingston woman who was killed by her trash can!

I had to get down on the floor to PULL the toe of my sock out of the pedal.  CRAZY!


Anyway, I told Margaret I completely understood.  We laughed and laughed.

Time for bed now.

Be back soon.

Hugs, Joy