My name is DeeAnn. This is my first foray into blogging so please let me introduce myself.
On December 29, 2000 I got into a battle with some wet leaves. Unfortunately they won and after six hours of surgery I was left with a crushed left ankle. Three surgeries later it is now fused. What began as 1 plate, 2 rods and 18 screws is now down to 1 screw. My orthopedic surgeon is waiting for the best "billable moment" to remove that one so I wll probably exit this world with it still in.
In the last couple of years I bent over to pick up one of our dogs. I lost my balance and face planted on a hardwood floor breaking my nose. Oh, that was a pretty sight! For the first few days I forgot what I looked like until I faced a mirror. I looked very much like a "Lost" victim of the black smoke! As we were walking the aisles of Sam's Club a small child riding in a basket looked at me and said, "That's nasty!" I flinched and kept my head down the rest of that trip. Should have said, "This is what happens to rude little children."
On one occasion I got up out of my recliner, turned and landed forehead first on the corner of our solid oak sideboard. I bled like that poor deeer who didn't see the headlights coming! That incident cost me 3 stitches inside and 17 stitches outside. Thank goodness for bangs.
Most recently, oddly enough on December 29, on getting out of bed in the middle of the night I failed to wait for my lack of balance to correct itself. I pitched forward into the corner of the wall (perfect trajectory) causing what was initially thought to be a fracture of my right clavicle. I was told that it was perfectly fine for us to travel to Mississippi (12 hours each way) the next morning to see my sister and brother-in-law. Ended up in the ER down there the next day because I felt so sick. On follow up with the aforementioned orthopedic surgeon the next week it turns out the clavicle was crushed and I should never have traveled. Another surgery commenced and I now have 8 screws, a rod, a titatium plate and bone grafts. Earlier this week the whole mess was really bothering me so we went to see the doc who asked me how in the world I bent a titanium plate. Let me repeat, I bent a TITANIUM plate without any knowledge as to how. A first, of course, in his surgical history. Might have to have it replaced.
My hubsand and I met in the mid-1980's, fell in love in 2000 and married in 2001. This was the first and last marriage for both of us. I gave birth to my son who is now 35 and acquired two daughters of the heart as time went by. They are in their 30's as well. Butch and I now also have two children-in-law, two grandchildren, 9 siblings between us and their spouses as well as nieces, nephews, and grand-nieces and nephews. We adore each and every one of these individuals and are not shy about being proud of them and their accomplishments.
I live in North Carolina now but was born in California as an Air Force brat. So I've lived in ~7 states (probably can't remember one), traveled through 47-48 of the 50 and lived in countless sub-locations. We still love to travel although the airlines leave a great deal to be desired these days. We are foodies and so we love to travel on our stomaches. That, we say, is why they are so well padded. Any trip is preceded by checking out possible restaurants in the location to which we are headed. This has made for a great many fantastic discoveries around the country. We are complete Food Network groupies and our cookbook collection is huge and well used. For Christmas between us we acquired 5 new cookbooks about which I am very excited!
I have been a huge reader since I was 3 years old. My tastes are vast and all over the page (!?!) I am a big fan of Southern women writers, memoirs, and current fiction. The most outstanding books I read in the past year were A Dog's Purpose, The Help, and Water for Elephants, to name a few. I also love magazines and am on a roll right now with past issues of Our State.
Let's talk about family/friends, food, music, books, movies (sappy and otherwise), pet children (we have three rescue babies) and more. I'm about ready to get back into quilting after a long hiatus and possibly other crafts I used to enjoy. Because, well, after over 8 years I am no longer employed at the clinic where I worked. New technology broke our department . . . who is surprised!?!
Welcome to my world!