Greetings.
(á la Shatner's Captain Kirk) Concerned Granddaughter's Log. Stardate 64745.9. Yes, I actually calculated the stardate from STAR TREK. It's not that hard. Anyways, Poppy is worse off than we all thought. It turns out he needs a triple bypass surgery. He has three completely blocked arteries. The problem is that the doctors are reluctant to operate - though they already assured us they will on Saturday - because he's weak from the pneumonia he's had for the past while. I'm extremely worried. Dad is teaching tomorrow and then he's going straight up to Fort Yates to see Poppy. Lara and Dewey are still there. Dad's brother and sister-in-law, Uncle Buzz and Aunt Gia Walker, are coming up from Louisiana but Dad's sister and brother-in-law, Aunt Abigail and Uncle Reggie Potts, can't come. Buzz and Gia can come because Buzz makes a KILLING working for the Navy but Uncle Reggie and Aunt Abigail aren't that lucky. Anyways, Dad should be home soon. Meanwhile, I'm still hacking, swallowing, and breathing painfully. But I'm more worried about Poppy.
If only Bones were here.
Hugz
HM
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Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Monday, March 28, 2011
Nothing's Going Right
Greetings.
HAPPY ANNIVERSARY, MY BLOG! WHEEEEEEE! I STARTED ON FRIDAY MARCH 26, 2010! WOW, IT'S BEEN AN INTERESTING YEAR! WAHOO!
Okay, time for the depressing stuff. As the intelligent ones among you readers can guess by the title, things are not going so hot for me. Let's start off with the easy one: I am sick. Not throwing-up-sick anymore, but I have a throat infection (though to me it feels like something else, but, hey, I can't see my own throat because I don't have a flashlight that small) and IT HURTS LIKE A @&^$(&@)&#$)^&)(*^&@(*^(*@*#$*^&@^^@*^$#&^*@&*(#*^^!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (Obviously, I didn't really curse, but you get the idea.)
The sad part is, and I know I have addressed this a MILLION times before, that none of my sisters nor my best friend have called to ask me what's wrong. Bennie did last week on Thursday, but there was nothing on Wednesday. I went to school on Friday - had a choir festival, kicked MAJOR WELLER PREPARATORY ACADEMY SAILORS' BUTT! - but felt sick by the end. I stayed in bed from Saturday to today. I didn't go to church yesterday. (It's Monday @ 11:54 when I am writing this part.) Joseph didn't call, nor did Petrie, but I didn't expect him to. Today, I got a text from Chase and then a reply from an earlier text message I sent to William. THAT'S IT! THAT'S ALL THE CONSIDERATION I GET WHEN I AM SICK! I shall have you know, I always make an effort to call, visit, email excessively, or, at the least, text insanely until I know every detail and diagnosis of their illness. I was worried sick when Ally tore her ACL, but, because she was always so busy, I could never visit. Not for lack of trying; I asked at least once a day. And when Claire was sick, I called her three times to check on her. Joseph? I took home after school and then I stopped by Jackson's and got him a piece of cake. Joss? Bennie? Texts, calls, the whole shebang. They just live a whole lot farther than the others otherwise I would have visited. I'd do the same for Chase and the rest but Chase has never been sick in the short time I've known him and the others I call and do whatever the second I hear about them because I don't see them on a daily basis.
But me? Nah. Maybe I'd just be better off if I just left for a while. It's not like people notice. And you want to know the saddest part? When Nana and I went to the doctor today, I was praying that I had tonsillitis so that I could have my tonsils out. Why? Maybe people would notice a major surgery, the fact that I couldn't talk, the legal pad or white board in my hands. (Okay, now it's Tuesday @ 12:03. Just so you know.) Whenever I get sick, I think of this one story I read in CHICKEN SOUP FOR THE SOUL FOR TEENS.
This girl was invisible at her high school, or so she felt. Always alone, no one spoke to her and she spoke to no one. I can't remember, but she was in between the ages of 15 and 17. One day, they diagnose her with ovarian cancer. She had her hysterectomy and suddenly she started to realize that people hadn't been shunning her; she had been shunning them. Whenever I get sick, I pray for it to be major so that I can have that happen to me. I know it's completely shallow and terrible and really REALLY pathetic, but that's what happens. Can you blame me? No one notices me when I'm well and not even my sisters/best friend notice when I'm sick. Which is sadder?
Oh, I forgot, there's worse news. Poppy, the man who is spending all of his money on me (and Bentley a little bit too, but not as much) is in the hospital with not only pneumonia BUT ALSO AN ANEURYSM IN ONE OF HIS MAJOR VEINS. Yeah, that's right. They wouldn't have noticed the aneurysm had he not gone in for pneumonia! He could have died! Dad's kind of shaking and he's been keeping close tabs on his half-brother, Dewey, and half-sister-in-law, Lara, for updates. I'm scared. This is why I hate people spending money on me. What if I never get to tell them thank you or pay them back? I want to talk to Poppy, but he's in ICU. Dad says he's fine and that the only thing he's complaining about is that he doesn't have his laptop to manage his stocks.
But I keep dwelling. He's a Christian Scientist and has been since his last wife, Nim, or Helena, died of pancreatic cancer about three years ago. He wouldn't even be in the hospital now if it weren't for Lara. She's monitoring him constantly and making sure he follows orders. I'm scared. I'm sorry, but I am. If you think it's wimpy of me to get all weepy about this, BACK THE HELL OFF. I am PMSing, I am sick, and I almost lost my grandfather. And for those of you heartless jerks out there who think I want his money? Shame on you. Then again, it's not my place to lay judgment.
GOD will punish you.
Hugz
HM
Dedicated to all of those frightened or suffering for a loved one. And everyone who is sick right this second. God bless.
HAPPY ANNIVERSARY, MY BLOG! WHEEEEEEE! I STARTED ON FRIDAY MARCH 26, 2010! WOW, IT'S BEEN AN INTERESTING YEAR! WAHOO!
Okay, time for the depressing stuff. As the intelligent ones among you readers can guess by the title, things are not going so hot for me. Let's start off with the easy one: I am sick. Not throwing-up-sick anymore, but I have a throat infection (though to me it feels like something else, but, hey, I can't see my own throat because I don't have a flashlight that small) and IT HURTS LIKE A @&^$(&@)&#$)^&)(*^&@(*^(*@*#$*^&@^^@*^$#&^*@&*(#*^^!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (Obviously, I didn't really curse, but you get the idea.)
The sad part is, and I know I have addressed this a MILLION times before, that none of my sisters nor my best friend have called to ask me what's wrong. Bennie did last week on Thursday, but there was nothing on Wednesday. I went to school on Friday - had a choir festival, kicked MAJOR WELLER PREPARATORY ACADEMY SAILORS' BUTT! - but felt sick by the end. I stayed in bed from Saturday to today. I didn't go to church yesterday. (It's Monday @ 11:54 when I am writing this part.) Joseph didn't call, nor did Petrie, but I didn't expect him to. Today, I got a text from Chase and then a reply from an earlier text message I sent to William. THAT'S IT! THAT'S ALL THE CONSIDERATION I GET WHEN I AM SICK! I shall have you know, I always make an effort to call, visit, email excessively, or, at the least, text insanely until I know every detail and diagnosis of their illness. I was worried sick when Ally tore her ACL, but, because she was always so busy, I could never visit. Not for lack of trying; I asked at least once a day. And when Claire was sick, I called her three times to check on her. Joseph? I took home after school and then I stopped by Jackson's and got him a piece of cake. Joss? Bennie? Texts, calls, the whole shebang. They just live a whole lot farther than the others otherwise I would have visited. I'd do the same for Chase and the rest but Chase has never been sick in the short time I've known him and the others I call and do whatever the second I hear about them because I don't see them on a daily basis.
But me? Nah. Maybe I'd just be better off if I just left for a while. It's not like people notice. And you want to know the saddest part? When Nana and I went to the doctor today, I was praying that I had tonsillitis so that I could have my tonsils out. Why? Maybe people would notice a major surgery, the fact that I couldn't talk, the legal pad or white board in my hands. (Okay, now it's Tuesday @ 12:03. Just so you know.) Whenever I get sick, I think of this one story I read in CHICKEN SOUP FOR THE SOUL FOR TEENS.
This girl was invisible at her high school, or so she felt. Always alone, no one spoke to her and she spoke to no one. I can't remember, but she was in between the ages of 15 and 17. One day, they diagnose her with ovarian cancer. She had her hysterectomy and suddenly she started to realize that people hadn't been shunning her; she had been shunning them. Whenever I get sick, I pray for it to be major so that I can have that happen to me. I know it's completely shallow and terrible and really REALLY pathetic, but that's what happens. Can you blame me? No one notices me when I'm well and not even my sisters/best friend notice when I'm sick. Which is sadder?
Oh, I forgot, there's worse news. Poppy, the man who is spending all of his money on me (and Bentley a little bit too, but not as much) is in the hospital with not only pneumonia BUT ALSO AN ANEURYSM IN ONE OF HIS MAJOR VEINS. Yeah, that's right. They wouldn't have noticed the aneurysm had he not gone in for pneumonia! He could have died! Dad's kind of shaking and he's been keeping close tabs on his half-brother, Dewey, and half-sister-in-law, Lara, for updates. I'm scared. This is why I hate people spending money on me. What if I never get to tell them thank you or pay them back? I want to talk to Poppy, but he's in ICU. Dad says he's fine and that the only thing he's complaining about is that he doesn't have his laptop to manage his stocks.
But I keep dwelling. He's a Christian Scientist and has been since his last wife, Nim, or Helena, died of pancreatic cancer about three years ago. He wouldn't even be in the hospital now if it weren't for Lara. She's monitoring him constantly and making sure he follows orders. I'm scared. I'm sorry, but I am. If you think it's wimpy of me to get all weepy about this, BACK THE HELL OFF. I am PMSing, I am sick, and I almost lost my grandfather. And for those of you heartless jerks out there who think I want his money? Shame on you. Then again, it's not my place to lay judgment.
GOD will punish you.
Hugz
HM
Dedicated to all of those frightened or suffering for a loved one. And everyone who is sick right this second. God bless.
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Animal and Prius
Greetings.
I think my Poppy needs a new hobby. The hobby he has now? BUYING ME CARS. I mean, my gosh, he JUST gave me Animal last month - LITERALLY LESS THAN A MONTH AGO - and NOW he wants me to test drive A FREAKING PRIUS. My gosh, what am I gonna tell Animal? I just got my license plate - "HMANML" - for Animal. Plus, I put a sticky flag on the window. STICKY. I am worried that I am going to damage him. And that's IF he buys me the Prius. Good grief, I know I shouldn't be complaining about getting ANOTHER new car - I mean, how evil is Poppy? - but I am worried that he's going to bankrupt himself when he was already generous enough to just GIVE me Animal. Maybe I'll get another red car and name it Animal so I can keep the license plates... Anyways, yeah, I might get a Prius. I just wanted to tell you.
Hugz
HM
I think my Poppy needs a new hobby. The hobby he has now? BUYING ME CARS. I mean, my gosh, he JUST gave me Animal last month - LITERALLY LESS THAN A MONTH AGO - and NOW he wants me to test drive A FREAKING PRIUS. My gosh, what am I gonna tell Animal? I just got my license plate - "HMANML" - for Animal. Plus, I put a sticky flag on the window. STICKY. I am worried that I am going to damage him. And that's IF he buys me the Prius. Good grief, I know I shouldn't be complaining about getting ANOTHER new car - I mean, how evil is Poppy? - but I am worried that he's going to bankrupt himself when he was already generous enough to just GIVE me Animal. Maybe I'll get another red car and name it Animal so I can keep the license plates... Anyways, yeah, I might get a Prius. I just wanted to tell you.
Hugz
HM
Saturday, February 19, 2011
Poppy's Present
Greetings.
Yeah, I guess I haven't posted in a while. I could say I was busy, but that would kind of be a lie. I mean, I had stuff to do, but I wasn't BUSY busy. I think it might have been that I haven't had much to report. I went to formal (YUCK) and I had no fun. Allyson got a full-ride scholarship to USC. I'm proud of her, but I wish she'd stay close. I'm staying in East Westerfield, going to the community college and then to University of Mary. Sigh... I don't want her to go, but I want her to. I really hate this emotion. Yuck.
BUT ANYWAYS. My mixed emotions about my oldest friend's college choices is NOT why you are reading this. You want to know what Poppy's present is. Well, here it is: a bright red 2011 Chevy Raptor with two extra wheels on the back. Hell, yes. HELL, YES! My gosh, this thing is amazing! I LOVE the bigness! When I drive down the street, GUYS SWERVE THEIR HEADS AROUND AND LOOK AT MY CAR! AWOOOOOOOO!!! (insert Tim Allen grunt here) I feel amazing! And you know how I named my other little green car Kermit?
Well, there is only one name for my monster. ANIMAL! ANIMAL! AH AH AH!!! Hells, yes, this thing is amazing and it's all MINE!!!!!!!!!
Sorry. I just wanted to brag about my new truck. Oh, and another thing:
I'M BACK AND BADDER THAN EVER! AHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!
Hugz
HM
Yeah, I guess I haven't posted in a while. I could say I was busy, but that would kind of be a lie. I mean, I had stuff to do, but I wasn't BUSY busy. I think it might have been that I haven't had much to report. I went to formal (YUCK) and I had no fun. Allyson got a full-ride scholarship to USC. I'm proud of her, but I wish she'd stay close. I'm staying in East Westerfield, going to the community college and then to University of Mary. Sigh... I don't want her to go, but I want her to. I really hate this emotion. Yuck.
BUT ANYWAYS. My mixed emotions about my oldest friend's college choices is NOT why you are reading this. You want to know what Poppy's present is. Well, here it is: a bright red 2011 Chevy Raptor with two extra wheels on the back. Hell, yes. HELL, YES! My gosh, this thing is amazing! I LOVE the bigness! When I drive down the street, GUYS SWERVE THEIR HEADS AROUND AND LOOK AT MY CAR! AWOOOOOOOO!!! (insert Tim Allen grunt here) I feel amazing! And you know how I named my other little green car Kermit?
Well, there is only one name for my monster. ANIMAL! ANIMAL! AH AH AH!!! Hells, yes, this thing is amazing and it's all MINE!!!!!!!!!
Sorry. I just wanted to brag about my new truck. Oh, and another thing:
I'M BACK AND BADDER THAN EVER! AHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!
Hugz
HM
Thursday, November 25, 2010
Thanksgiving
Greetings.
Happy Thanksgiving! ¡Felíz Día de Acción de Gracias! Merry Turkey Day! Or, in my cousin Ginger's abridged words: Be happy or screw you.
Well I am happy. Oh, believe me, I'm happy. MY POPPY IS THE GREATEST GUY EVER!!!!!!!! HE IS SETTING UP A TRUST FOR ME TO PAY FOR ALL OF MY COLLEGE, MY CAR, MY EVERYTHING EDUCATION-RELATED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! That's right, you read me. I will never have to pay student loans or debt or ANYTHING! I can buy books and clothes and rent an APARTMENT until I either A) get my Master's or B) turn 24. HELL, I'M GETTING MY MASTER'S DEGREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And the best part is that I can rent an apartment with Joss and Bennie and all they'd have to worry about it their own tuition and books! I could drive them around and pay for rent and all that other stuff so that we could live near the campus and eat!!!!!!!!!!!!! MY POPPY IS AMAZING AND I DON'T CARE IF YOU ARE ANNOYED BECAUSE I AM SAYING IT SO MUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!
Okay, sorry, I am just really psyched.
We had 18 people over for Thanksgiving as follows: me, Bentley, Dad, Bev, Nana, Gramps, Poppy (sadly, Mammy expired last year), Aunt Gertie, Uncle Sam, Cousins Josie and Jeremy, Bev's cousin Rue and her three kids, Anna (23), John (19), and Marianne (16), Nana's friend Josephina, Dad's cousin Clark, and Gertie's recently widowed father, Lorenzo. Yeah, we needed four tables. But the food was great, I haven't seen John in a while and he's my buddy (before I knew better, like, when I was nine, I had the slightest crush on him. He's an army man now.) and we hung out and talked about video games. Josie, Jeremy, and I played a video game after dinner (The Bible Game, and they love it) and I enjoyed time with my rarely-seen cousins. The food was cooked to perfection. The rolls were great, the potatoes were great, the turkey was AMAZING (thank you, Gramps), and the company was fun. When we gave thanks, we had a lot of laughs - mostly because of me, yay! - and while I was overloaded a bit, I had fun. (I love my family, I do. In small, intermittent doses.)
I hope you all had a wonderful Thanksgiving and may the Lord bless you for the rest of the year. (What happens next year is out of my hands.) ;)
Hugz
HM
Happy Thanksgiving! ¡Felíz Día de Acción de Gracias! Merry Turkey Day! Or, in my cousin Ginger's abridged words: Be happy or screw you.
Well I am happy. Oh, believe me, I'm happy. MY POPPY IS THE GREATEST GUY EVER!!!!!!!! HE IS SETTING UP A TRUST FOR ME TO PAY FOR ALL OF MY COLLEGE, MY CAR, MY EVERYTHING EDUCATION-RELATED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! That's right, you read me. I will never have to pay student loans or debt or ANYTHING! I can buy books and clothes and rent an APARTMENT until I either A) get my Master's or B) turn 24. HELL, I'M GETTING MY MASTER'S DEGREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And the best part is that I can rent an apartment with Joss and Bennie and all they'd have to worry about it their own tuition and books! I could drive them around and pay for rent and all that other stuff so that we could live near the campus and eat!!!!!!!!!!!!! MY POPPY IS AMAZING AND I DON'T CARE IF YOU ARE ANNOYED BECAUSE I AM SAYING IT SO MUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!
Okay, sorry, I am just really psyched.
We had 18 people over for Thanksgiving as follows: me, Bentley, Dad, Bev, Nana, Gramps, Poppy (sadly, Mammy expired last year), Aunt Gertie, Uncle Sam, Cousins Josie and Jeremy, Bev's cousin Rue and her three kids, Anna (23), John (19), and Marianne (16), Nana's friend Josephina, Dad's cousin Clark, and Gertie's recently widowed father, Lorenzo. Yeah, we needed four tables. But the food was great, I haven't seen John in a while and he's my buddy (before I knew better, like, when I was nine, I had the slightest crush on him. He's an army man now.) and we hung out and talked about video games. Josie, Jeremy, and I played a video game after dinner (The Bible Game, and they love it) and I enjoyed time with my rarely-seen cousins. The food was cooked to perfection. The rolls were great, the potatoes were great, the turkey was AMAZING (thank you, Gramps), and the company was fun. When we gave thanks, we had a lot of laughs - mostly because of me, yay! - and while I was overloaded a bit, I had fun. (I love my family, I do. In small, intermittent doses.)
I hope you all had a wonderful Thanksgiving and may the Lord bless you for the rest of the year. (What happens next year is out of my hands.) ;)
Hugz
HM
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Poppy
Greetings.
If I ever talk smack about my grandfather on my dad's side, Poppy, I want someone to come over and slap me. Poppy, a stock market genius of an old man who was around for the stock market crash, is going to buy me a new truck, open a trust fund for me, AND pay for most of my college. I hate my family, but I guess that only applies to immediate family, because right now I absolutely adore my Poppy and I always love Gramps and Nana.
Also, CLAIRE HAS A NEW BOYFRIEND!!!! His name is Jean-Luc Slayton. He goes to our Gamer's Club, but he's not a prominent member. In fact, he is so non-prominent that I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT THE GUY LOOKS LIKE!!!!!! But Claire really likes him so I am taking them home tomorrow (maybe) so I can see this guy. Sheesh, I have been gone from Gamer's Club too long even though I am the Vice-President.
Anyways, I just wanted to share the fabulous news.
Hugz to infinity,
HM
If I ever talk smack about my grandfather on my dad's side, Poppy, I want someone to come over and slap me. Poppy, a stock market genius of an old man who was around for the stock market crash, is going to buy me a new truck, open a trust fund for me, AND pay for most of my college. I hate my family, but I guess that only applies to immediate family, because right now I absolutely adore my Poppy and I always love Gramps and Nana.
Also, CLAIRE HAS A NEW BOYFRIEND!!!! His name is Jean-Luc Slayton. He goes to our Gamer's Club, but he's not a prominent member. In fact, he is so non-prominent that I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT THE GUY LOOKS LIKE!!!!!! But Claire really likes him so I am taking them home tomorrow (maybe) so I can see this guy. Sheesh, I have been gone from Gamer's Club too long even though I am the Vice-President.
Anyways, I just wanted to share the fabulous news.
Hugz to infinity,
HM
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