Posts Tagged "Vince"

After Vince sent me a link to the colors he wants his new quilt, I suggested he come down to the stash and together we’d choose the fabrics.

If this quilt turns out beautiful, which I think it will, Vince is going to think he’s an awesome fabric picker and he’s going to be wanting to give advice!  I may regret letting him touch my fabric!

He did make some good choices with little input from me.  He chose a couple of fabrics that made me grimace and he put those back.  What do you think about his choices?

We’re home.  It was a very long day . . much longer for Vince than for me I’m sure.  He passed the stress test but the doctor told him that 15 – 20% of stress tests show false results and if he has any more problems, to get back to the hospital in Joplin. He had already been diagnosed with some type of esophageal problem and was supposed to have some scope or scan and just hasn’t done it.  He’ll be calling his local doctor tomorrow I’m sure.

While driving to Joplin this morning, alone in my car with the radio off, lots of thoughts ran through my head.  We have so much to be thankful for.  We truly have a great life but I think when, even for a fleeting moment, you see how quickly you could face “the end”, I wonder if we (any of us) are living life to the fullest.  Tim McGraw’s song “Live Like You Were Dying” came to mind. No, I’m not going sky diving or rocky mountain climbing.  I probably won’t even drive across a big bridge!    But, even how we react to little problems, and the things we do, the way we go about meeting our goals . . some things need to change.

From our conversation on the way home this evening, I could tell Vince was thinking the same thing I was thinking . . it’s time to live like we were dying.  We’re not going to throw caution to the wind but we may make some changes.

Thank you to every one of you who wrote me, who prayed for us, who called.  Most of you I’ve never met and yet it was very comforting for me to know that “friends” around the world were praying for us and sending good thoughts our way.

It’s not even 7 p.m. yet and I think I’m going to curl up in bed with my Kindle and probably fall asleep within a few minutes!

Vince woke me at 4 this morning complaining of pressure in his chest and feeling like he couldn’t breathe so we went to the hospital in our little town.  They did a couple of tests, which showed he at least was not having a heart attack.  There’s no cardiologist in our town so they sent him by ambulance to Joplin.  I went home and showered, waited for daylight to let the chickens out.  I could have let them out earlier but I was scared to go back there in the dark by myself.

Now we sit at the hospital in Joplin waiting for more tests.  I’m hoping everything checks out and we get to go home tonight . . I’m also wishing I’d gone to bed before 1 a.m. this morning.  It’s impossible to sleep in this straight chair . . we’re still in ER.

I stuffed sock yarn, the Kindle and the netbook in my bag but I’m wishing I’d brought my pillow.  When they come to get Vince for his tests, if they say he’s going to be gone for an hour, I’m going to my car to take a nap!

And, if they say he’s going to be gone for two hours  . . I’m going down the road to get sushi! 

If you’re in  your mid-50’s, you might understand that when I’m on my way to the bathroom, no one should make me laugh really hard!  Tonight I was headed to the bathroom and I met Vince in the hall.   It was about 10:30 and here’s our conversation:

Me:  Are you gonna be up for a while?

Vince:  Did I take the door off?

What the heck is he talking about?  Where did he get “did I take the door off?” from what I said?  I just ran into the bathroom laughing so hard he thought I was crying!  I couldn’t even stop laughing enough to tell him what was so funny!

This is one crazy household!

Can you read this?  Besides the fact that my inbox has over 29,000 emails . . I really should do some cleaning there . . Vince is finding recipes on the internet for me.  I’m thinking I should draw a map from the recliner to the kitchen!  Think that be nice?  No!  He told me he found some interesting recipes and I asked him to send me the link.

Always nice to have a good helper, huh?

No, the husband is NOT a chicken but we’re spending a lot of time these days discussing my chickens, a chicken tractor and chicken coup.

No, silly!  Not that kind of chicken . . this kind of chicken:

And, for the record, because I know there are some out there just waiting to peck my eyeballs out . . I’m not going to eat my chickens.  Not ever!  My chickens will be happy chickens and they can live with me as long as they wish and if ever I can’t keep them any longer, I’ll find a good home for them.  OK . . got that out of the way!

Last night Vince was sitting in his chair looking at a chicken magazine.  I’m sitting across the room doing work  .. yes, real work on the computer. His laptop is sitting right next to him, turned on, warmed up and ready to go.

Vince:   Go to this website.  (Me going to the website to look at something he wants me to look at is kinda like me calling the car mechanic with Vince standing behind me telling me what to say and then the car mechanic telling me something and I have to relay it back to Vince and then he tells me what to say to the mechanic and I’m thinking why don’t YOU talk to the mechanic?)
Me:  YOU go to the website.  I don’t know what you want me to look up.
Vince:  What kind of chickens they recommend.
I do as I’m told. Good Judy!
Me: (now on website)  Do you want “standard breed baby chicks” or “Bantam baby chicks”? (Knowing that whatever he says first, then he’ll send me back to the other one and still wondering why he isn’t looking them up himself and knowing he eventually will.)
Vince:  Standard
Me:  OK . . they have Heavy Breeds, White Egg Layers, Meat Breads, Crested Breads, Cochins . . (and I’m talking very fast)  What kind would you like for me to look at?
Vince:  THE KIND THAT DOESN’T TALK!
Mission Accomplished . . he then goes to the website himself.
About the chicken coop.  I want something I can paint . . lime green and purple and happy.  There are several really neat coops here:

Not exactly what Vince was thinking.  I believe he’s wanting to have something a little more basic . . like ugly.  Oh well . . at least he’s looking at it with me.  We’ll find common ground and soon we’ll order our chickens and soon we’ll be out visiting with the chickens for our evening entertainment.  How many years have I wanted chickens?  At least 20 . . probably more.  I can’t believe it’s about to happen.  Guess I’d better not count my chickens before they hatch though!  We don’t have them yet!