Vet Visit

 I took the Princess Trixie Belle to the vet today for her annual exam. Of course, he said she was perfect, which I already knew. She was such a good little thing, too! She didn’t even squeal once, nor did she whine when they gave her THREE shots! (It made me kinda squeal a little bit. LOL!)  

I just have to recommend these guys...Jackson Square Animal Clinic. They are professional, kind and knowledgeable...all things you look for in a vet! Yes, this is a shameless plug for them. And no, I’m not getting paid for it! Have a great day! God bless! 

 

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House For Sale

The real estate market in our area is really hot right now! But did you know your homeowners insurance may not cover an empty house if you have it for sale? I’d be happy to talk to you about it! Call me! 

 

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Veteran’s Day

This is my Papaw Waggoner. He was a World War I veteran. He was injured in action and received the Purple Heart.  Thank you, all you vets, for your service to our country!

 

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Henry Waggoner, Sr., an American Vet

Technology

I am the most technologically challenged person in the world. If it involves a power outlet and WiFi, I can tangle myself up for hours...yes, even days, people...So today, when I had to install an internet booster thingamajig, I was ready to pull out my hair and Trixie’s too... 

I have been trying to set up an office at my house, so I can work easier from Knoxville when I need to do so, and I’ve never gotten a good signal in the upstairs part of my condo. I’ve called, complained, cajoled, and cried, to no avail. Today when I called Comcast, I finally talked to someone with some sense, who told me what to purchase. It’s called an internet Range Extender. Needless to say, after an hour of frustration, reading, mumbling, (and possibly cussing a time or two under my breath) I broke down and called Comcast AGAIN.  I talked to a great guy who helped me and I was up and going in a relatively (for Comcast) short time. 

Thia will really be a huge help to my clients for me to become even more mobile, and allows me a dedicated work space in my home. I am excited about it, mainly because it helps me serve my clients quicker and easier.  

Hooe everyone has a wonderful evening and blessed week! 

 

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Becoming Iris

I have become obsessed with Iris Apfel. This 96 year old fashion maven has somehow managed to consume every little fashion decision I make...

My Iris obsession started when I first saw her several years ago on the Internet. A friend sent me her picture with the caption, “Elaine, this is so you!”   I took a look and there she was, resplendent in feathers and furs, looking like the magnificent peacock that she is, peering into the camera with an intimidating stare that made my knees quake. I was immediately hooked. I watched a documentary about her life and so the one-sided admiration began. I began to see Iris Apfel everywhere. I find myself mixing patterns, layering necklaces, piling on bracelets, stacking scarves, with feverish delight...And all the while, I’m asking myself, “Would Iris like this?” Or  “Would Iris approve?” I am much like the lady who became obsessed with Julia Child, although I doubt I’ll write a book about it, like she did. If I did, it would be a relatively short work, not because Iris is dull, but because I am. 

I am not Iris, but I am becoming more and more like her, both in style and in attitude. There are much worse things to become...Should I ever have the privilege of actually meeting Iris, I’d imagine she is courteous, flamboyant, ingenuious, happy, and spunky. At 96, she would be a woman who knows her own mind and heart. She would have a low tolerance for drama. She would be devoted to her friends and family. That’s the Iris I imagine in my head. How she really is, I haven’t a clue. But I know the woman inspires me, both as a businesswoman and a fashion icon. Even as I type those words, I realize that’s but a small part of who she really is and how she has influenced a multitude of would be Chanels and Saint Laurent’s, and how she inspired a plethora of entrepreneurial businesswomen to reach for that elusive brass ring. She makes her own rules, breaks her own rules and follows her gut instincts. In other words, a rare bird...

I have had Iris on my mind all weekend. She was peeking over my shoulder as I picked my outfit for the baby shower yesterday. She whispered in my ear as I dressed for church this morning. And as I planned my week for my agency, her indomitable spirit smiled as I wrestled through marketing ideas.  

I am becoming Iris....and that’s a great place to be!  God Bless and have a great week!

 

 

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Rara Avis...Iris Apfel

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Southern Market

Today, I had the pleasure of shopping at Southern Market, a wonderful shop in Homberg Place. They are having their 21st Annual Holiday Open House. They are fully stocked with decor, gifts, and boutique fashion for the holiday season and every other day of the year. They are a local business, which I am happy to support. Tomorrow is the last day, so stop by and do some early Christmas shopping today! You won’t find these items anywhere else. 

I actually went to this event to talk to vendors about business insurance, but got so wrapped up In all the lovely merchandise, it made it difficult to remember why I was there!   Here’s the link in case you want to check it out!

https://www.facebook.com/TheSouthernMarket/ 

 

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Trixie-Belle-A-Saurus

I have been a sporadic blogger of late. My life has been so busy, and I really didn’t  feel like I have much to say. So it would appear that I am making up for lost time this week, because the words just won’t stop coming...this morning I was attacked by a Trixie-Belle-A-Saurus. I was sleeping peacefully when this mongrel doggie jumped on top of my head clear out of the blue. 

To rewind this story...I had sworn the dog would never sleep with me. Well, about two months ago, that promise went south. Bad day, bad month, bad year in general, and I needed doggie cuddles one night, and the rest is history. She is very well behaved, sleeping without moving, cuddles up right next to me on her blankie on the bed. Come morning, she lounges around like the Queen of Sheba, waiting for me to motivate out of the bed and fix her breakfast.  

Today, not so much...when I didn’t move as quickly as she liked (apparently, since I was sound asleep for once in my life), she decided to jump on my head. She licked  me mercilessly, untill I emerged looking like a shipwreck survivor, hair sticky from doggie slobbers. Gross. 

Even now, the culprit is lying on the couch next to me, plotting her next move. But who can be mad at this adorable bundle of fluff? She is totally and completely spoiled. I think I’ll get her a hippopotamus for Christmas. A hippopotamus would be virtually bomb proof, and she could do with it as she pleased. In fact, I might just listen to that song right now...have a wonderful day! God bless!! 

 

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New Bible

I bought a new Bible a couple of years ago when part of the spine of my old one fell off in church one Sunday morning. it was an epic day. My old Bible was given to me by Mom and Dad in 2006, and I proceeded to wear it out over the next nine years. I loved it. I could find stuff in it. Even as I type that statement, I realize that sounds ridiculous. I mean, it’s not like the placement of books had changed over the last couple of centuries. It was comfortable in my hands, though, largely because I’d roll it up, squish it, and prowl through it multiple times daily. The number of times I’d roll it up would be exactly proportionate to the number of times I worried, fretted, or feared during any given  day. It was a living Friend. 

When the day came that I absolutely had to do something about the Bible (I was afraid it would fall apart in my hands), I went to the local Christian bookstore and got a new one. A study Bible that made my old, plain burgundy-colored Book look shabby and old. I proceeded to try to acclimate myself to the newfangled style of my new Bible. It was doomed from the start...

For one thing, this new Bible has so many “study helps” that I find myself reading those things instead of concentrating on the Word of God. I mean, I need a lot of help every day of my life, but nothing takes the place of the Original. Secondly, the cover feels stiff. It would take me more hours than I care to image in order for me to roll it up like I did my old one. It feels bulky and rigid. Thirdly, the print is smaller and as I’m rather seasoned (never old!), I just can’t see it as well.  

All of this posturing leads me to one conclusion...I want my old Bible back. So, to that end, I am taking my old Bible to have it re-bound. I should have done that to start with, but stubborn little soul that I am, I didn’t want to spend the money on it. So instead, I spend my money on a brand spanking new Bible that I am loathe to pick up because It’s distracting, both in content and in form. Maybe this is a silly, vain, first world problem, but I live in a first world country, so I guess I’ll just have to come right out and say it...I’m a reverse Bible snob. You see, that old Bible, with all my notes, underlines and worn out leather has seen me through some pretty doggone tough times. It’s seen a multitude of both laughter and tears and every possible emotion in between. It’s a faithful Friend. And I am at the point in my life that I need that Friend more than ever. 

I believe that God told me once to not get too attached to any Bible...because I might have to give it away. Well, I will give this one away...when I die, I’ll give it to my daughter. ..who will (hopefully) treasure it as much as I. Not because it’s lovely on the outside, but because the words inside are Life. I hope that she will one day read my notes and laugh, cry, pray and sing, as I have...Have a wonderful day, folks! God bless!!

Old Faithful

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Not Alone

After checking on Mom for three days in a row, I’m resting a little bit at home today. Trixie and I took a nap, and thanks to a prayer by two sweet ladies at church this morning, I am feeling better. Not a hundred percent, but better... 

The thing is this...when Dad passed away in 2010, I was kinda hoping my life would get a little more laid back. It didn’t. Within the next seven years, Mom was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s, my daughter lost a baby, Greg was diagnosed and eventually died with cancer after a 13 month battle, and now Mom seems to be declining at a rather alarming rate. It seems to be too much for a human to deal with, quite frankly...

i am only one woman. I can only do so much. I can only stand so much tragedy...that is why it is imperative that I rely on Jesus. I cannot do this alone and I have to remind myself that I AM NOT ALONE! Because that feeling of being alone swallows me at times like this...so I have had to ask myself, “Are my feelings valid?” Yes, they are. To invalidate my feelings would be denial. I firmly believe that anyone in this same set of circumstances would feel exactly the same way I do, or else they’d lie about it. To extrapolate that thought further, “Are my feelings of being alone true?” The answer to that would be “No.” I have a lot of friends. I don’t have a lot of family, but the ones I do have are pretty solid. And more importantly, I have Jesus. That sounds trite, even as I type those words. I don’t mean for it to sound shallow or simplistic. But truth at its basest form is sometimes very simple. If I am a Christian, then I have to believe what the Bible says about Jesus. And the Bible says “He never leaves or forsakes us.” So, I guess even though I may be feeling physically and emotionally needy, there is really only One place I can run.

As I sit here writing these words, working through the feelings of frustration, anger, helplessness, and isolation, I know that I am going to be all right. My God is with me. And something more important than Him being on my side is that...I am on His...God bless! 

 

 

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Mom and Donna...one of my favorite friends and one of Mom’s champions! 

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Tumble

I have been to see my mom twice in the last 24 hours...she has fallen three times at the assisted living facility where she stays. Last night’s fall was apparently really bad, as the entire right side of her face is very badly bruised...

i don’t know how I feel today. On the one hand, I’m so relieved she didn’t break a hip that I could dance for joy. On the other hand, I’m so depressed that she’s in this condition in the first place, that I could crawl in bed and never get up...This is the point in this story where I should put some pithy comment about how we can do all things through Christ who strengthens us. In my heart, I know this is true. In my head, I want to scream, cry and eat a gallon of Dutch chocolate ice cream and I don’t have any. Hence, the need to scream and cry... 

i doubt I’ll ever again be normal, if, in fact, I ever was to start with. The stress of it all has finally taken its toll. I feel bruised and broken. And alone. I know that’s a lie because Jesus is with me, but my feelings still demand attention right now. Statistically speaking, the caregiver has a 65% chance of dying before the Alzheimer’s patient, according to studies...I am not a statistic, but I feel like one.

So, I guess my question is, “now what?” What’s next on this nightmare with Alzheimer’s disease? What’s next on this crazy merry-go-round? What’s next for Mom and, God help me, what’s next for me? I don’t know the answer to these things. I am, however, grateful for two things: 1) Mom still know who I am. She introduced me as her mother a couple of times this week, but she knows my name; and 2) God is still on the throne, even if I have no sense of His presence at all. He is there because He says He is, not because I can feel it or not feel it. His Word is true. Ending on that note...

 

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Mom on a happier day... 

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Refrigerators and Other Things

I woke up this morning at 5:00, stomach upset after consuming two giant bowls of ice cream last night...ok, I never said I was perfect and yesterday was a tough day, people...I finally decided I'd tossed and turned long enough and the T-Belle and I got out of bed and wandered downstairs. 

Immediately, when I went into the kitchen, I noticed something was awry...there was a light on somewhere and it turned out to be the the refrigerator. Apparently, the door didn't close all the way last night, the little light stayed on, and all my food was ruined. One bright spot...I still have butter....

This normally wouldn't be a tragedy, but my tummy was feeling a little squirrelly after all that ice cream and needed an egg and quite possibly, bacon...needless to say, I settled for chicken broth and butter...stomach is still squidgy after the broth, but hopefully will settle down here in a few minutes.  

As I mentioned before, yesterday was tough. I have some hard decisions to make, and I was feeling a little overwhelmed. Hence the ice cream binge...After pondering and praying for half the night, waking up to see my refrigerator malfunction (I refuse to believe it was an Elaine malfunction), and sipping on a cup of broth instead of my preferred meal, I have come to this conclusion...I do not know the answer to everything. I do not know the answer to most things...I am just one woman trying to make her way in this world as best I know how. I make many mistakes, but occasionally I do grab a brain cell and do something right. I do have the sense to ask for help when I need it and I know where to go to get it. I am a rather prideful individual, and I don't like to ask for help. But, through trial and error, I have learned that I cannot do everything (or most anything, actually) alone. We need one another, and that's the way God intended. I am very grateful to my friends and, in this particular situation, to my daughter, Annie, who is brutally honest, but kind.  I am also thankful to a God who never leaves me stranded out in the cold. His comfort is real. 

As I look at my refrigerator, each little thing hanging there represents something...I often rotate these "somethings" but this is what I have on there now...Curly Joe looking confused about dietary choices...Only three Beatles  (a friend bought this for me on sale because only Ringo was missing, a fact I find hilarious)...Pictures of Gabe (the grand boy) at a friend's wedding...Hailey and I at the same wedding...Mickey Mouse just because he's an American Hero...My niece McKenzie hanging on a clip that reads "Irene" (my grandmother)...a guitar bottle opener from another friend just coz I like guitars and it reminds me of a Fender Stratocaster...and a few Bible verses to keep me on track...These things make me smile. I am reminded that even though life happens and things don't go as planned, God is still on the throne...and I can rest on that. 

Have a wonderful day, folks, and God bless! 

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Mom's House

This is Tim Carden with Bailey & Co. He is the fine agent who helped my sister and I sell my mother's house. It was difficult, but the burden of an additional expense had really weighed us down.  We finally got this on the market, turned it over to Tim, and the rest Is histoey!  If you need a real estate agent give Tom a call. He and his wife, Wanda, will be happy to help you!

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Life

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Dad, Mom, my sis and me back in the day!

Beating The Odds

Here are just a few photos of the table decorations at "Beating The Odds", a charity fundraiser that the agency sponsored today. "Beating The Odds" is an event by Crossroads Ministry which is raising money for long-term transitional housing for homeless/at-risk single mothers and their young children. They are trying to raise money to renovate an existing building  that is owned by the ministry. It will be the only one of its kind located in Anderson County.  I am proud to be a small part of this event.

 

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My table

 

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Chalk Paint

It all started when I decided to paint my bathroom cabinets...

A few weeks ago, I looked at my bathroom cabinets as if I were seeing them for the first time. They were stained (from me dripping hair color all over them) and a little beat up looking (the result of Trixie during a particularly bad gnawing phase). Deciding that painting was the cheaper option as opposed to replacing them, I set about doing research on the topic and concluded that chalk paint was the way to go. There's little to no sanding involved and it looked fairly easy. I now use the word "looked" fairly loosely, knowing know what I wish I would've known then.

So yesterday I embarked on what will forever in my memory be labeled as the "Day I Fought the Chalk Paint and the Chalk Paint Won." When I got up yesterday morning, I figured that I'd procrastinated enough, and I opened my paint can with a sense of purpose, ready to have my cabinets look like an ad for Better Homes and Gardens. Needless to say, what with my life being what it is, it did not go as planned...for starters, that doggone chalk paint is THICK! It was like brushing biscuit dough onto the cabinet. So I stirred it some more. Still thick. I concluded this must be the consistency of the paint itself and proceeded to spread it on the cabinets and hope for the best. Because by this time, I was committed...I had the doors off and had started spreading it on. Looking back, I should have tried this technique on something smaller, rather than starting on such a large project, but it looked simple enough on the internet, didn't it?

After a couple of hours of fighting that paint and waiting a while between coats (yes, FOUR coats, ladies and gentlemen), I was ready to put on the wax.

The wax...let me just state right here that waxing that paint is nowhere near as easy as it looks...it sticks like glue to the chalk paint and doesn't go on as smoothly as it does for Chip and Joanna Gaines...just saying...Finally get that finished and have to end up going back and sanding a couple of areas (something I was trying to avoid) where the wax just did not adhere. Fun time for all, right there now...

Then, came the highlight of my day...I had taken the cabinet doors down to the garage to finish painting because my bathroom was simply too small for both me and the doors. I kept stepping on them...By this time, I'm covered head to toes (I literally had to wash my feet) in chalk paint. I'm tired, grouchy and hungry....that is the only excuse for the making of my next decision...I decided to take the OPENED paint can DOWNSTAIRS to finish up...you can guess how this ends...yep, spilled that sucker all over the kitchen floor. I spent the next 15 or 20 minutes wiping chalk paint from every surface within a five foot radius of me and the can. I was washing my brush at the sink, and looked behind me and there was Trixie...and you guessed it...covered in paint splatter...gotta admit, I did not handle that well...I may or may not have used a few choice words.

After wiping her off the best I could with baby wipes, I determined I would have to bathe her. Ok, you gotta understand...this is something both she and I deplore. To say  she resists the procedure is putting it mildly. Since I have limited ways of bathing her at the house, I bundled her up and made an unplanned trip to Pet Supply Plus to wash her off. So here I am, out in public in paint-splattered overalls, a do-rag on my head and Crocs. We both look like we've been hit by a Sherwin-Williams paint truck.

So we go through the ordeal of the bath, and thankfully, the paint comes off. I have never prayed for dog paint removal before, but there is a first time for everything.

At the end of the day, neither Trixie nor I died, so I'd have to call it a good, albeit a challenging day.  Those cabinet doors are still in my garage, awaiting waxing. I'm gonna try to complete that today. I must say, although I will certainly never be an expert, they don't look too bad. Problem is, I have another bathroom...

Have a great day and God bless!!

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The Leave-Taking

Dear Friends,  

I have had to do something very difficult this week...dispose of my mom and dad's possessions. It has been a difficult journey. 

For those of you who may not know, my mother has Alzheimer's disease. We had to admit her to an assisted living facility last November and we are now trying to clear out her house to sell it. I'll admit...I procrastinated. Because really, who wants to do such a thing? But necessity and reverse mortgage obligations forced our hand on this, leaving us with few options. Don't get me wrong...I'm grateful we had the reverse mortgage option. It allowed us to keep Mom in her home for a few additional years. But now it's time for closure. 

i guess the reality of it is just now settling in...the leave-taking in my mind of Mom and Dad's things. I had to give myself a pep talk about it. I had to give myself permission to dispose of the sheer volume of stuff that accumulates in a marriage after 50+ years together, an anniversary number I will never know nor celebrate.  

Watching this stuff leave the house in the hands of strangers was difficult. I did pretty well until I watched a guy remove my Daddy's books...He loved his books. I once told Mom, "If you take Dads books away, you might as well amputate his arm." I had a moment of utter regret that I couldn't scoop them all up and take them home with me. There were over 200 of them. Yes, people, 200...

As the week went by, and I became more and more resigned to the inevitable, I realized that the leave-taking is a process. It's not a once and done type of thing. It's a gradual awareness of the fact that things change, and we grow from it. It's a gradual resignation of the fate that comes to us all. It's a growing knowledge that my parents are not their stuff. My parents are the memories I have in my heart. They are the legacy that's worth reading again and again. They are the joy and laughter from my childhood. They are the pain of discipline from my youth. They are the wisdom of my gray hair (if I'd ever let anyone actually SEE my gray hair). They are the sum plus One of my creation.  

I am blessed. Have a wonderful day! 

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Just a few of the many books that belonged to Mom and Dad...