<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579144323737822581</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:50:16.867-05:00</updated><category term='barbara'/><category term='pictures'/><category term='dad'/><category term='venting'/><category term='Ray Watson'/><category term='myday'/><category term='good old days 2010 my thoughts'/><category term='Grandpa Ray'/><category term='missing you'/><category term='spoiled'/><category term='updates'/><category term='personal blogs responce to linda Lou'/><category term='richmond'/><category term='insight'/><category term='my dogs'/><category term='truth'/><category term='simple pleasures'/><category term='grandparents'/><category term='spring'/><category term='journal'/><category term='tears'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='family'/><category term='lessons Learned'/><category term='personal blogs'/><category term='im angry and tired'/><category term='grandma'/><category term='grandpa'/><category term='blogs'/><category term='past'/><category term='notes'/><category term='mi'/><category term='letters to a friend'/><category term='to'/><category term='spiritual'/><category term='bridge'/><category term='dogs'/><category term='past blogs'/><category term='my thoughts'/><category term='river'/><category term='bday'/><category term='speak'/><category term='laughter'/><category term='watsons'/><category term='Millie Watson'/><category term='pain'/><category term='seasons'/><category term='lorri nichols'/><category term='messages'/><category term='Fathersday'/><category term='first love'/><category term='st.clair'/><category term='beach'/><category term='christmas'/><category term='wounds'/><category term='buddy'/><category term='bloggerfriends'/><category term='Meant to be'/><category term='nichols'/><category term='Blogiversary'/><category term='caretaker'/><category term='juliequestion'/><category term='just for fun'/><category term='water'/><category term='thoughts.myday'/><category term='personal.blogs'/><category term='may6th'/><category term='jim'/><category term='lovemydog'/><category term='mom'/><category term='personalblogs'/><category term='signs'/><category term='onlinelove'/><category term='prayer'/><category term='friends'/><category term='me'/><category term='personal'/><category term='connections'/><category term='Lorri.nichols'/><category term='laugh'/><category term='Mother&apos;sday2010'/><category term='award'/><category term='blog'/><category term='my journey'/><category term='lorr.blogs.personal'/><category term='question'/><category term='julie'/><category term='life'/><category term='mylife'/><category term='day'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='in memory of'/><category term='caregiving'/><category term='soul search'/><category term='smoking'/><category term='lorri'/><category term='Gracie'/><category term='god'/><category term='random thoughts'/><category term='huron.'/><category term='quotes'/><category term='25things'/><category term='dear friend'/><category term='health'/><category term='snow'/><category term='linda'/><title type='text'>Doodles from the scrapbook in my mind</title><subtitle type='html'>what I think- &lt;br&gt;
what I feel - &lt;br&gt;
What I do- &lt;br&gt;
what I remember-&lt;br&gt;

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My Life- &lt;br&gt;
Past - Present - Future-</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579144323737822581/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorrinblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lorri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651352720159004319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTlocHv2ETc/SgDzqF2_yoI/AAAAAAAAAYc/GKfo3AyI-QQ/S220/l_3e73044ec846954a81a64ae039a3c428.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' 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you have done&lt;br /&gt;right now I am sure you feel free&lt;br /&gt;but freedom comes with a price&lt;br /&gt;right now you don't see the price you will pay&lt;br /&gt;but I know very well ...&lt;br /&gt;there is a price&lt;br /&gt;Hurting someone you loved&lt;br /&gt;someone who loved you&lt;br /&gt;takes a toll&lt;br /&gt;not always right away&lt;br /&gt;but that freedom has a price&lt;br /&gt;I of all people wish you to be happy&lt;br /&gt;to be loved&lt;br /&gt;to feel complete in life&lt;br /&gt;but only you can make you ..happy&lt;br /&gt;only you can feel complete within yourself&lt;br /&gt;you can't experience true love&lt;br /&gt;until you love yourself&lt;br /&gt;no other person can provide you with these things&lt;br /&gt;right now you may believe you been given all these things&lt;br /&gt;right now you will excuse anything you do and say away&lt;br /&gt;because you truly believe you have found what you have been seeking&lt;br /&gt;and maybe you have found someone who is truly wonderful&lt;br /&gt;but remember there is a price to pay &lt;br /&gt;your price will be in the knowing&lt;br /&gt;that you have hurt someone u once loved&lt;br /&gt;who loved you&lt;br /&gt;it may not seem like a big price right now&lt;br /&gt;but I know it's not a price I want you to pay&lt;br /&gt;so as you move forward&lt;br /&gt;do so with compassion&lt;br /&gt;do so with truth&lt;br /&gt;do so with the understanding that your happiness&lt;br /&gt;has shaken another's world &lt;br /&gt;shaken another's faith&lt;br /&gt;hurt another's heart&lt;br /&gt;this pain you can never take back&lt;br /&gt;this pain you will never feel forgiven for&lt;br /&gt;if you do not handle this right&lt;br /&gt;so stop&lt;br /&gt;and think&lt;br /&gt;think about the future you&lt;br /&gt;and who you want to be&lt;br /&gt;think about the love u once had&lt;br /&gt;think about your soul&lt;br /&gt;think about this other soul&lt;br /&gt;be honest&lt;br /&gt;be open&lt;br /&gt;be compassionate&lt;br /&gt;don't have regrets&lt;br /&gt;later&lt;br /&gt;that is the price u will pay for your freedom&lt;br /&gt;if you don't handle this right&lt;br /&gt;there is no time in life it's okay to be selfish&lt;br /&gt;there is no time in life that you can just get over hurting someone you love&lt;br /&gt;so as you walk dawn this new path&lt;br /&gt;you have chosen for yourself ..&lt;br /&gt;think about not just the here and now&lt;br /&gt;think about your future you&lt;br /&gt;do this the right way now&lt;br /&gt;so you don't hold on to regret &lt;br /&gt;I can tell you from experience&lt;br /&gt;while you may never receive forgiveness from the other&lt;br /&gt;it will take years and years to forgive yourself &lt;br /&gt;so do everything in your power now ..to do things right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with Love and Understanding ..more then you could possibly know&lt;br /&gt;Lorri&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579144323737822581-5009181178434626606?l=lorrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5009181178434626606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3579144323737822581&amp;postID=5009181178434626606&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579144323737822581/posts/default/5009181178434626606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579144323737822581/posts/default/5009181178434626606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorrinblog.blogspot.com/2011/11/dear-friend.html' title='Dear friend'/><author><name>Lorri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651352720159004319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTlocHv2ETc/SgDzqF2_yoI/AAAAAAAAAYc/GKfo3AyI-QQ/S220/l_3e73044ec846954a81a64ae039a3c428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579144323737822581.post-4020241180160079443</id><published>2011-11-26T15:43:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T15:56:34.662-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lorri nichols'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal blogs'/><title type='text'>an evening at home...how blessed I am</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HILQhMON4QA/TtFPmsYyKaI/AAAAAAAAAg4/g34jFwrIwDs/s1600/GEDC3077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HILQhMON4QA/TtFPmsYyKaI/AAAAAAAAAg4/g34jFwrIwDs/s320/GEDC3077.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679408131259640226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I get to live here in this beautiful place ..everyday I thank God for this place ..the peace this place brings me... I am so Blessed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This place has changed me ...changed the way I see my world ..changed the way I treat the people in my life and I share this place with each and every one of them. I still don't believe I deserve a place like this to call ..HOME ..but I sure do thank God for it every single day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579144323737822581-4020241180160079443?l=lorrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4020241180160079443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3579144323737822581&amp;postID=4020241180160079443&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579144323737822581/posts/default/4020241180160079443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579144323737822581/posts/default/4020241180160079443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorrinblog.blogspot.com/2011/11/evening-at-homehow-blessed-i-am.html' title='an evening at home...how blessed I am'/><author><name>Lorri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651352720159004319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTlocHv2ETc/SgDzqF2_yoI/AAAAAAAAAYc/GKfo3AyI-QQ/S220/l_3e73044ec846954a81a64ae039a3c428.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HILQhMON4QA/TtFPmsYyKaI/AAAAAAAAAg4/g34jFwrIwDs/s72-c/GEDC3077.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579144323737822581.post-8196120961232045485</id><published>2011-10-24T13:09:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T13:18:59.859-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lorr.blogs.personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lorri nichols'/><title type='text'>views from our dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hLD07AGIpKw/TqWdnHM2ucI/AAAAAAAAAgs/qrC9wTfatAA/s1600/GEDC2978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hLD07AGIpKw/TqWdnHM2ucI/AAAAAAAAAgs/qrC9wTfatAA/s320/GEDC2978.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667109001389062594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BxAR-2dV1eE/TqWc-VgjxVI/AAAAAAAAAgg/NVvrwatY0Xs/s1600/GEDC2976%2B%25282%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" 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src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TgrQFRKaqEw/TqWcZSeBSSI/AAAAAAAAAgI/VgH5rZeXuQ0/s320/GEDC3008%2B%25283%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667107664384051490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HcFg8vbrup4/TqWcMClp6GI/AAAAAAAAAf8/dnvlq32mLNE/s1600/GEDC2998%2B%25282%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HcFg8vbrup4/TqWcMClp6GI/AAAAAAAAAf8/dnvlq32mLNE/s320/GEDC2998%2B%25282%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667107436782807138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579144323737822581-8196120961232045485?l=lorrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8196120961232045485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3579144323737822581&amp;postID=8196120961232045485&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579144323737822581/posts/default/8196120961232045485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579144323737822581/posts/default/8196120961232045485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorrinblog.blogspot.com/2011/10/views-from-our-dream.html' title='views from our dream'/><author><name>Lorri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651352720159004319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTlocHv2ETc/SgDzqF2_yoI/AAAAAAAAAYc/GKfo3AyI-QQ/S220/l_3e73044ec846954a81a64ae039a3c428.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hLD07AGIpKw/TqWdnHM2ucI/AAAAAAAAAgs/qrC9wTfatAA/s72-c/GEDC2978.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579144323737822581.post-4904531206931895375</id><published>2011-08-11T10:54:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T11:17:02.992-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lorri.nichols'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal blogs'/><title type='text'>these prayers ..are not just for me..these dreams not just mine</title><content type='html'>I rarely pray for myself and my needs&lt;br /&gt;but I do find myself praying hard right now for not just my wants&lt;br /&gt;but the wants of my husband&lt;br /&gt;and the needs of my parents&lt;br /&gt;it is coming to a point where they can't manage on their own much longer&lt;br /&gt;Life has also come to a point where the need to stay where we are is no longer there&lt;br /&gt;we moved here and settled for where we live for a few reason&lt;br /&gt;but most of all the place was just a few doors away from my grandparents &lt;br /&gt;Now that they are gone ..the point of staying here is now gone&lt;br /&gt;but I must stay close&lt;br /&gt;for my parents&lt;br /&gt;We found a place on a private lake&lt;br /&gt;our dream has always been to live on the water&lt;br /&gt;but in the back of my mind is always my parents&lt;br /&gt;so when I looked at the house&lt;br /&gt;I thought would this set up work if they or one of them come lived with us&lt;br /&gt;to my dreams it was&lt;br /&gt;has two living rooms ..bedrooms spaced apart&lt;br /&gt;2 full bathrooms&lt;br /&gt;a giant kitchen&lt;br /&gt;and 2 dining area's&lt;br /&gt;it would be perfect for not just us&lt;br /&gt;but when that point came to be&lt;br /&gt;that one or both my parents needed me&lt;br /&gt;while my parents have a house and it was their dream&lt;br /&gt;that same dream is not ours&lt;br /&gt;to my surprise after showing my parents the place&lt;br /&gt;they both said they would be willing to live there with much excitement&lt;br /&gt;so we have started the process to get the place &lt;br /&gt;all my hopes and dreams of where I live are there &lt;br /&gt;wildlife , the lake ,the view of that lake in almost every room&lt;br /&gt;it would be so peaceful and wonderful &lt;br /&gt;surrounded by woods and the beauty of nature&lt;br /&gt;the place being big enough for all of us to live comfortable&lt;br /&gt;I am praying so hard everyday that we can make this happen&lt;br /&gt;I am so scared to want it so badly and be let down &lt;br /&gt;so scared that i will be forced to later move into my parents house&lt;br /&gt;which neither me or my husband want&lt;br /&gt;I would be heart broken to see it sold someday &lt;br /&gt;but I think that's normal to be sad when your childhood home is no longer your home&lt;br /&gt;this new place would give us all a new start&lt;br /&gt;give us peace and happiness&lt;br /&gt;I can imagine my mom or dad or both sitting out on the deck over looking the water&lt;br /&gt;and feeling the peace of this place&lt;br /&gt;I want that for myself too&lt;br /&gt;I find myself thinking maybe I don't deserve such a wonderful place&lt;br /&gt;but I know they deserve such a wonderful place to finish out the rest of their lives with me&lt;br /&gt;and while moving one or both of them will be a challenge to sell everything off ..that is what I want for them &lt;br /&gt;take the money made off all their stuff and just live life ..just be happy and not worry about money I want them come there live with us ..to be watched over &lt;br /&gt;maybe they would have enough to to do that&lt;br /&gt;So I pray god hears my prayers ..that I am deserving of this dream&lt;br /&gt;that we can make this happen for all of us&lt;br /&gt;please God ...hear our prayers and help make them our reality &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579144323737822581-4904531206931895375?l=lorrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4904531206931895375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3579144323737822581&amp;postID=4904531206931895375&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579144323737822581/posts/default/4904531206931895375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579144323737822581/posts/default/4904531206931895375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorrinblog.blogspot.com/2011/08/these-prayers-are-not-just-for-me.html' title='these prayers ..are not just for me..these dreams not just mine'/><author><name>Lorri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651352720159004319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTlocHv2ETc/SgDzqF2_yoI/AAAAAAAAAYc/GKfo3AyI-QQ/S220/l_3e73044ec846954a81a64ae039a3c428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579144323737822581.post-1639159132711072126</id><published>2011-07-29T04:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T04:49:48.869-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lorri.nichols'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal blogs'/><title type='text'>so..here I am</title><content type='html'>Listening to the sounds of rain on the roof&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the distance the sound of the train whistle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the one that passes by every night at this time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I open my lap top and put some words down on the page&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been a while since I last wrote&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been a while since I have felt a connection to myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that I need to be able to write&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe I just needed to find my place again in my world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe I needed a break from myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what ever it was ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the words are back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thoughts are back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my heart is healed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am ready to speak from it again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here I go ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still devote most my time to my parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got distracted for a while..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spending more time online then with them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doing mindless things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing that required me to think ..or feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I needed a break from the seriousness of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;needed a break from reality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just to be like everyone else for a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well other people who don't have to take care of "everything"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe there is no such thing as that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for a brief time I wanted that &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the guilt ..didn't take long to sit in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thoughts of what's really important creeps back in &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am back ..back to my reality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I feel better now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel like myself again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being who I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;makes me feel like a better person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;makes me feel I have purpose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here I am ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to my inner thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to be able to out them down on the page&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is back on track&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and Papa are doing well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma and grandpa Ray are together in heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;their ashes remain in my china cabinet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not ready yet to part with them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still believe that it was my the most profound experience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far in my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;knowing ....there is more to come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worry about my dad ..my Papa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the battle to keep him well ...continues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's getting harder everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this is where I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alone in the dark..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sharing some thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;need to get back to this place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remain in this place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even when it's hard to be here ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my blog continues ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stay tuned ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579144323737822581-1639159132711072126?l=lorrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1639159132711072126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3579144323737822581&amp;postID=1639159132711072126&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579144323737822581/posts/default/1639159132711072126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579144323737822581/posts/default/1639159132711072126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorrinblog.blogspot.com/2011/07/sohere-i-am.html' title='so..here I am'/><author><name>Lorri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651352720159004319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTlocHv2ETc/SgDzqF2_yoI/AAAAAAAAAYc/GKfo3AyI-QQ/S220/l_3e73044ec846954a81a64ae039a3c428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579144323737822581.post-3988343925702886413</id><published>2011-05-12T01:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T16:53:23.456-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personalblogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lorri.nichols'/><title type='text'>This years May 6th</title><content type='html'>"Forgiveness means giving up all hope for a better past." Funny how it's hardest to forgive ones self, taken me 17 years to be able to Forgive ...Me, But it feels good to finally be there, I used to think I needed your forgiveness when the truth is I had to just forgive myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579144323737822581-3988343925702886413?l=lorrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3988343925702886413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3579144323737822581&amp;postID=3988343925702886413&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579144323737822581/posts/default/3988343925702886413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579144323737822581/posts/default/3988343925702886413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorrinblog.blogspot.com/2011/05/this-years-may-6th.html' title='This years May 6th'/><author><name>Lorri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651352720159004319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTlocHv2ETc/SgDzqF2_yoI/AAAAAAAAAYc/GKfo3AyI-QQ/S220/l_3e73044ec846954a81a64ae039a3c428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579144323737822581.post-7129809257377301104</id><published>2011-02-24T14:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T14:31:48.815-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lorr.blogs.personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meant to be'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lorri nichols'/><title type='text'>It was just meant to be ...</title><content type='html'>Sometimes things just work out as they should even when we don't see it that way at first..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom lost her Silver "bear totem" bracelet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was heart broken..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to every place we had gone to try to find it ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and nothing ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have to understand my Mother and this bracelet ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she will not leave the house without it ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she has many pieces of Native American Jewelry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most of them have a "bear" on them ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's her totem ..the bear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a little about the bear totem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Deep in slumber, dreams unending,&lt;br /&gt;Wise old bear, patient, strong,&lt;br /&gt;Send me dreams of transformation.&lt;br /&gt;Grant me intuition along&lt;br /&gt;With introspection of my life,&lt;br /&gt;Inner listening, no more strife.&lt;br /&gt;Caution, Healing, Leadership&lt;br /&gt;The power of the Bear totem&lt;br /&gt;is the power of introspection.&lt;br /&gt;The answers to all our questions&lt;br /&gt;lie within us.&lt;br /&gt;Each of us has the capacity to quiet the mind,&lt;br /&gt;enter the silence and know. &lt;br /&gt;Just as the bear hibernates during the winter,&lt;br /&gt;people with a Bear totem will be quieter&lt;br /&gt;during the winter months.  But they&lt;br /&gt;must awaken in the spring and seek&lt;br /&gt;whatever opportunities are around them.&lt;br /&gt;When you have a Bear totem,&lt;br /&gt;you are being guided to a leadership role.&lt;br /&gt;You must be fearless in defending your beliefs.&lt;br /&gt;The Bear also encourages you to exercise&lt;br /&gt;your abilities as a natural healer.&lt;br /&gt;Bears are associated with trees which are natural antennas, linking the heavens and the Earth.&lt;br /&gt;Bear also has links to the seven color rays of the Universal Light&lt;br /&gt;as well as Lunar ties, linking the subconscious and the unconscious mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;she will not leave her house without wearing a "bear"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it gives her piece of mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it keeps her safe in her mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So losing the bear bracelet was heart breaking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got online when I got home ...and searched the designer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after looking for a while I found one on ebay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which was quite expensive ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then I stumbled onto another at a vintage shop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called her and we bought it ..should be arriving today or tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but while browsing this person's online shop I found another piece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that I knew my mother had wanted all her life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Vintage Native American Sterling Silver And Turquoise Squash Blossom Necklace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had looked at these so many times at the flea market&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also at a Native American Indian Pow Wows show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;always to miss out on that one special piece she wanted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or not to be able to afford the asking price&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I saw this piece, I just had to show her ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I snapped a picture with my camera and showed it to her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really is the piece of her dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the one she had always wanted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at a price she could afford&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today we ordered it ..we can't wait to see it on her,when it arrives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thought behind this story is this ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while she was heart broken to lose her cherished bear cuff bracelet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if she had not lost it ..we would not have found a replacement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we would have not been lead to find her Dream Piece a..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turquoise Squash Blossom Necklace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To us ...this was meant to me this way ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to whom ever found that bear totem bracelet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we hope that it does it's purpose for you too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keeps you safe ..we think that was meant to be too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cherish it ..just as my Mom did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579144323737822581-7129809257377301104?l=lorrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7129809257377301104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3579144323737822581&amp;postID=7129809257377301104&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579144323737822581/posts/default/7129809257377301104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579144323737822581/posts/default/7129809257377301104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorrinblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/it-was-just-meant-to-be.html' title='It was just meant to be ...'/><author><name>Lorri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651352720159004319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTlocHv2ETc/SgDzqF2_yoI/AAAAAAAAAYc/GKfo3AyI-QQ/S220/l_3e73044ec846954a81a64ae039a3c428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579144323737822581.post-2926240402634758386</id><published>2011-02-15T12:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T12:47:19.524-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wounds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='god'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lorri.nichols'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pain'/><title type='text'>wounds</title><content type='html'>A razor tongue leaves wounds that can take forever to heal..&lt;br /&gt;I know because there is someone in my life who has one&lt;br /&gt;I didn't choose this person to be part of my life&lt;br /&gt;they where born to be part of it&lt;br /&gt;every time I do or say something ..&lt;br /&gt;anything ..they don't like&lt;br /&gt;they unleash their razor tongue onto me ..&lt;br /&gt;pointing out every negative thing I have ever done ..&lt;br /&gt;or thought.. I have done in my life.&lt;br /&gt;and while this has always happen.. between us&lt;br /&gt;I still feel blind sided every single time&lt;br /&gt;it still creates wounds that will never ever heal ..between us&lt;br /&gt;maybe not in them..after an unleashing they go right back to everything's fine&lt;br /&gt;but in me these wounds bleed and hurt and don't just go away ..&lt;br /&gt;and there is nothing fine about it&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand someone who says they are so content and happy in their lives&lt;br /&gt;still they have such hate and negativity flow from their lips or even their fingertips&lt;br /&gt;that negativity and rage and hate is so so deep inside them &lt;br /&gt;after all these years&lt;br /&gt;when they look at me ..when they see me&lt;br /&gt;and while I would do anything to wipe it all away if I could&lt;br /&gt;I know it is not in my power to do so&lt;br /&gt;the only power I hold is to avoid the razor&lt;br /&gt;the only power I have is to know my truth&lt;br /&gt;the only power I have is to keep on my path of doing good ..&lt;br /&gt;doing right improving on myself&lt;br /&gt;I know I am not perfect&lt;br /&gt;I know I have made my share of mistakes in my life&lt;br /&gt;I know I will always in some ways handle some things wrong&lt;br /&gt;but I also know that even when I make those mistakes &lt;br /&gt;I make them from a good place in my heart&lt;br /&gt;I do not unleash negativity that I have buried deeply in my core&lt;br /&gt;because it is not there to unleash&lt;br /&gt;I am not perfect..I know this &lt;br /&gt;do I have negative thoughts about people&lt;br /&gt;sometimes&lt;br /&gt;would I unleash those thoughts onto that person&lt;br /&gt;no ..I wouldn't&lt;br /&gt;it's not in me to be cruel&lt;br /&gt;it's not in me to be hateful&lt;br /&gt;it's not in me to make wounds in people souls&lt;br /&gt;in my heart I know those people will see the error's of their ways someday&lt;br /&gt;I know they will grow from the experience they have in life&lt;br /&gt;I do not judge the person on their faults of their past&lt;br /&gt;I do not judge the person on their faults of today&lt;br /&gt;nor will I judge them on their faults in the future&lt;br /&gt;I accept them ..show them love and concern&lt;br /&gt;or they are not a part of my life if I can't do that&lt;br /&gt;in my mind and heart people God has is my life he put there for a reason&lt;br /&gt;it was not to judge them&lt;br /&gt;it was not to abuse them with my words&lt;br /&gt;its to lift them up&lt;br /&gt;build them up&lt;br /&gt;make them feel loved ..even when they don't do right&lt;br /&gt;to try to help them see when they are not doing right&lt;br /&gt;but not by angry words&lt;br /&gt;but by loving and caring words&lt;br /&gt;words from my heart&lt;br /&gt;words that bring tears&lt;br /&gt;words from my experiences&lt;br /&gt;Will I be walked on to keep from speaking my mind when I am done wrong&lt;br /&gt;no ..&lt;br /&gt;I will defend myself&lt;br /&gt;I will express my hurt in what they have said or done&lt;br /&gt;will I hold it against them ..against our relationship ..&lt;br /&gt;no ..&lt;br /&gt;not to these people God placed in my life&lt;br /&gt;I will rebuild ..fix what was broken and embrace them in good or bad&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;with this person&lt;br /&gt;how do I do that?&lt;br /&gt;am I suppose to do that?&lt;br /&gt;do I give up on them&lt;br /&gt;do I protect myself from that razor tongue&lt;br /&gt;by not having them a part of my life on any level?&lt;br /&gt;God I wish I knew what I am suppose to do here with this person&lt;br /&gt;I can't make them see their abuse&lt;br /&gt;how can I let myself continue to be abused by their words of hate&lt;br /&gt;is this really what you wanted from me is to stay and try&lt;br /&gt;to take this abuse ...to take in this hate from them&lt;br /&gt;and when I do ..where am I suppose to put it all&lt;br /&gt;am I suppose to hand it all to you as you have said&lt;br /&gt;I tried God&lt;br /&gt;but then why do I still feel my wounds&lt;br /&gt;God Please help me&lt;br /&gt;please help me understand&lt;br /&gt;give me a sign to what I am suppose to do&lt;br /&gt;do I continue to try&lt;br /&gt;to try to understand this persons pain&lt;br /&gt;or God is it to much for my spirit to take on all by myself&lt;br /&gt;Please God ..show me the way&lt;br /&gt;lead me away from the wounds they are making in my soul&lt;br /&gt;I don't want these wounds&lt;br /&gt;these wounds scare me..God &lt;br /&gt;scare me because I am afraid to be like them&lt;br /&gt;scared to cut people with my words&lt;br /&gt;I never ever wanna be like that&lt;br /&gt;Did life's pain make them like this?&lt;br /&gt;how do I know the pain they create in me wont make me like them&lt;br /&gt;if I continue to allow it in my life&lt;br /&gt;I am here God ..&lt;br /&gt;show me what to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and one more thing God ..&lt;br /&gt;please heal their heart ..&lt;br /&gt;please take their pain and hate from their core&lt;br /&gt;God Please heal their wounds  &lt;br /&gt;please show them the pain they inflict with their words&lt;br /&gt;In Gods name I Pray&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579144323737822581-2926240402634758386?l=lorrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2926240402634758386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3579144323737822581&amp;postID=2926240402634758386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579144323737822581/posts/default/2926240402634758386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579144323737822581/posts/default/2926240402634758386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorrinblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/wounds.html' title='wounds'/><author><name>Lorri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651352720159004319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTlocHv2ETc/SgDzqF2_yoI/AAAAAAAAAYc/GKfo3AyI-QQ/S220/l_3e73044ec846954a81a64ae039a3c428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579144323737822581.post-7838023341495847234</id><published>2010-11-20T02:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T04:07:36.660-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my journey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personalblogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lorri.nichols'/><title type='text'>my book of life</title><content type='html'>I may be closing one chapter in the book of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but my book is far from over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am taking the love that grew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the strength I gained&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;along with the knowledge I have inquired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and starting a new page&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but before I close out this chapter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you for letting me love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you for loving me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you for helping me grow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you for letting me help you grow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you for good times and the laughter and love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you for the bad times and the tears and struggles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew from day one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our journey would change me forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never had any doubt that this journey was one God intended for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to teach me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about so many things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but mostly about faith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so blessed to always have you both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as a chapter in the book of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that in future chapters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the lessons and love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will return&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be revisited time and time again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's how much of an impact&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our journey has had on my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I close this chapter proud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;proud of myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;proud of all the things it taught me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as I start a fresh new page in my book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the possibilities are endless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has more big plans for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and with each new stroke of my pen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will continue to make a difference in peoples lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my days of giving it my all ..are far from over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because of what I learned in our journey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my heart has no boundaries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can open it far and wide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can be hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet still show love and compassion and forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can be misunderstood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that will not stop my heart from loving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that will not stop me from being there always for the people I love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am compassionate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am God's Child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I will continue to follow his lead in my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will take risks with my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because those risks make life worth wild&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will continue to share my chapters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in hopes that they might touch another&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will continue to be me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and everything that entails&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because You love me just as I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and through this journey you set before me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned to love me ..just as I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you God for leading me down this path&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will continue this next chapter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hearing your call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listening to that inner voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;without doubt or hesitation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so take my pen..take me and lead on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579144323737822581-7838023341495847234?l=lorrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7838023341495847234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DTlocHv2ETc/TOVmFcKSoqI/AAAAAAAAAe4/I5FCGGnnpN4/s320/grandpa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540947160193999522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ray Colin Watson of Richmond Mi, formally of Gladwin MI and Algonac ﻿MI  age 85 went to be with God and all those who traveled before him on 11-18 2010&lt;br /&gt;at Medilodge of Richmond &lt;br /&gt;Ray Watson was born 06-18-1925 in Detroit MI. He served in the United States Navy during the Second World War .He loved Fishing and enjoyed spending time with son Floyd Specially at the Blue Water Bridge Port Huron. He was proceeded in death by his wife Mildred Watson in 2006 and his parents Arden and Edna Watson . He is survived by his step son Floyd Nichols and wife Carole Nichols of Casco MI and his long term care giver and grand daughter Lorri Nichols of Richmond MI.  He will be greatly missed by his family and his care takers.&lt;br /&gt;A special thank you to all those who took wonderful care of Ray at Medilodge of Richmond and In House Hospice and his in home care aids ..You all made the final years of his life filled with love and laughter and a lot of happiness, we can never repay you or express to you how much each of you touched Ray's life and Ours too ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God Bless you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579144323737822581-2949007889068031794?l=lorrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2949007889068031794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3579144323737822581&amp;postID=2949007889068031794&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579144323737822581.post-264045063111178918</id><published>2010-11-18T07:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T07:06:30.094-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lorri nichols'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal blogs'/><title type='text'>my Angels along the way</title><content type='html'>I call them angels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but they are just like you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they have had lives filled with trials and tribulations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it's like they are heavenly sent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they come into my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;into my experience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and share them selves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;their experiences&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;their lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with me in my darkest moments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when I am seeking comfort&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when I am questioning myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they appear and share of themselves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;share their thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;their experiences&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;their loss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;their beliefs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and while they might even not know it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know these encounters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are more then just a coincidence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God placed them in that time and place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to help guide me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to help bring me comfort&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to help give me strength&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just by the most simplest act&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of sharing of themselves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and while they may not even know it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that in that moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God worked through them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he had them open their hearts and show me their pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;show me their truths&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;show me the inspiration in who they are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;their lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;their love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;their loss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;their reason for being&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am struck by knowing everything comes full circle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not just in my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but in complete strangers lives and friends lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;their words have brought me comfort all along the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see these encounters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and know they are no accident&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as we part ways I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that not only did they touch my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but maybe ..just maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I touched them back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe they needed to be reminded ..like me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a remarkable person they really are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's why God picked them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be an angel to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I could return the favor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listen to their stories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;relish in the inspiration of who they are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what they been through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so very blessed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being my angel along the way&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579144323737822581-264045063111178918?l=lorrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/264045063111178918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3579144323737822581&amp;postID=264045063111178918&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579144323737822581/posts/default/264045063111178918'/><link 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lorri.nichols'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grandparents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal blogs'/><title type='text'>the bitter sweet journey of one special purple bear</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DTlocHv2ETc/TOQAXVO59vI/AAAAAAAAAeo/KgrlN2GxOhQ/s1600/Picture%2B495.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DTlocHv2ETc/TOQAXVO59vI/AAAAAAAAAeo/KgrlN2GxOhQ/s320/Picture%2B495.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540553842409207538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my grandma got sick ..&lt;br /&gt;One day me and gramps stopped and got her flowers ..&lt;br /&gt;I saw this purple bear with a rose on its chest.&lt;br /&gt;She loved roses and bears ..&lt;br /&gt;she had tons !&lt;br /&gt;So gramps picked out flowers&lt;br /&gt;and I picked up the bear and we gave them to her..&lt;br /&gt;She adored her bear ..everywhere she was ..there was the bear&lt;br /&gt;in her bed ..on the couch ..she wanted it around her all the time.&lt;br /&gt;When she got very sick and we called in hospice to help ease her pain&lt;br /&gt;This special purple bear sat on her lap every moment of every day till she passed away.&lt;br /&gt;after I got her cremated remains back I put the bear on the top of the urn and there it has stayed for me to see and remember ..&lt;br /&gt;I took it up to gramps a few days ago .&lt;br /&gt;for him to hold or just have it around him ..&lt;br /&gt;The first night he picked it up and tossed it off his lap ..&lt;br /&gt;I had to chuckle.&lt;br /&gt;But the next night when I went for my midnight visit ..&lt;br /&gt;he had it in his hands ..so yes I took a picture ..maybe it's weird but It touched my heart and I want to always remember.&lt;br /&gt;It is one special purple bear that I will always cherish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579144323737822581-8901509090701471222?l=lorrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8901509090701471222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3579144323737822581&amp;postID=8901509090701471222&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579144323737822581/posts/default/8901509090701471222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579144323737822581/posts/default/8901509090701471222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personalblogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ray Watson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lorri nichols'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grandpa Ray'/><title type='text'>My Day and updates on gramps</title><content type='html'>Grandpa Ray is resting peacefully, I played tapes of christian music today to him ..while he is sleeping most of the time ..he opened his eyes slightly while I held his hand ,swaying it with the music ,whispering to him that we are dancing. I knew some of the words to some of the songs ..only song I knew every word was amazing grace so I quietly sang it to him as we "danced" I spent a few hours with him this afternoon ..The Chaplain Terry came in and  he prayed with us again ..he was also there yesterday and I shared my journey with my grandparents with him and Mary the hospice social worker and Peggy the hospice nurse ..they are truly amazing people, I feel blessed to be able to share our journey with them with all its twists and turns ..lessons and love and so many things that have come full circle.  How taking care of my grandparents have changed my life in such a positive way. I truly am blessed not to just have taken care of them over these years but to have fallen in love with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was such a profound day ...filled with such love. When I got home from my day I got a phone call from my dad's doctor ..a test they ran a few days ago on a growth on my dad's neck is a non aggressive form of skin cancer. Next week we are having it removed ..and everything should be fine. I didn't fully explain to my dad just that they need to remove the whole growth. thinking that would be enough explanation for now ...but as soon as I left he asked my mom if he had skin cancer. My mother told him well they just want to remove it before it turns to skin cancer ..so we lied, but it's for the best right now. I know my father he will freak out and think his life is over he has cancer ..we are hoping to avoid the depression he falls into when the doctors give us not so good news about his conditions. I hope he just does not worry and let's me worry and take care of things ..Like I always do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was another busy busy day ..running mom all over town getting things done ..while on the phone with medcure answering everything I could about grandpa so that we can donate his organs after death to research in hopes that someday maybe a cure of some sort can be made by the researchers who will study his organs. After they cremate him and return him to us ..so I can have him and grams together forever... While we always talked about end of life care for them ..I never thought to ask what I should do with the ashes later nor did they say what they wanted ..so for a while I plan to keep them close and some day in the future take them to a place they loved to visit up north where there is a log cabin chapel in the woods that I even went to as a kid. it was one of their favorite places and one of my fondest memories of traveling with them when I was little... everything now is in place ..when the time comes ..now I can just spend my time with him ..making sure he knows he is loved and not alone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got mom home I noticed one of her cats outside ..laying on the ground ..for one shes never that far from the house and two she just didn't look right ..so I walked over to pick her up and she had a really infected ear ..so I called my vet from my cell phone and took her right in ..gosh it never is dull around here huh? lol anyway they drained her ear and gave her meds to help ..she should be better soon ..so that's good I am glad I caught it before it could have got worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am home ..let Dave see my face lol making dinner then maybe a hot bath ..a quick nap then back to sit with gramps for a while ..check who's his aid tonight and then maybe sleep ..John is off tonight ..gona miss him. He is such a good helper for gramps and all of his residents. Gona have to do something special for all these wonderful people after this is all over ..but what to do? how do you say thank you for loving and caring about my grandpa and about my family ..these same people every day ask about my Dad ..such wonderful people I have met through grandpa's care ..I am so blessed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579144323737822581-5400284188975336547?l=lorrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5400284188975336547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3579144323737822581&amp;postID=5400284188975336547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579144323737822581/posts/default/5400284188975336547'/><link 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='past blogs'/><title type='text'>revisit some older blogs</title><content type='html'>With everything going on I wanted to share some older blogs &lt;br /&gt;these are from my old blog I used when my Grand Mother passed away &lt;br /&gt;now with grandpa in his final days in this world &lt;br /&gt;I wanted to revisit them &lt;br /&gt;find comfort in them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One year ago this week ..&lt;br /&gt;I called hospice to help stop my grandmothers pain..&lt;br /&gt;Looking back today it was the most Faithful act in my life ...so far&lt;br /&gt;when you come to that moment ..when you have to make that decision&lt;br /&gt;you have no choice but to act in faith ..&lt;br /&gt;I struggled with the choice ..I questioned ..I Prayed&lt;br /&gt;but in that moment ..&lt;br /&gt;I had to depend on my Faith ..and in my grandmothers wishes&lt;br /&gt;I faced my fear ..&lt;br /&gt;I faced my anger ..&lt;br /&gt;I faced my selfish wants&lt;br /&gt;I faced my pain&lt;br /&gt;I faced facts&lt;br /&gt;and acted in faith&lt;br /&gt;Many times over this year I have felt times of question&lt;br /&gt;wondering if God understood  ..&lt;br /&gt;in these times of wonder ...I have been shown my answer&lt;br /&gt;a bible passage ..&lt;br /&gt;a friend ...&lt;br /&gt;my church pasture..&lt;br /&gt;my grandfather ..&lt;br /&gt;my grandmother's things appearing out of place&lt;br /&gt;Hearing her now still saying .."your my angel "&lt;br /&gt;a reader whom gave me several messages from her and my Nana&lt;br /&gt;whom returned to me a piece of the past that touched my heart&lt;br /&gt;and validation of those messages only Grams and Nana could give ..&lt;br /&gt;A year ago I never knew if I would have peace in my heart ..&lt;br /&gt;I can tell you today ..I have peace in my heart in so many area's of my life  ..&lt;br /&gt;I was truly given such a gift in the experience&lt;br /&gt;it made me more faithful ..well maybe not more faithful...&lt;br /&gt;more like I finally understood what it really was ..&lt;br /&gt;to just depend on faith ..nothing more ..&lt;br /&gt;and to realize I had it ...I had faith&lt;br /&gt;and through her dying experience my faith in the after life was confirmed over and over again&lt;br /&gt;I had always questioned my strength..ever since my Nana passed when I was a kid..&lt;br /&gt;in a lot of ways the reasons for my choices to even care for my grandmother was because of her.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't take care of her ..I couldn't make her better ..I was a kid&lt;br /&gt;As a kid when she passed I couldn't say good bye ..I was to scared of what I saw in that hospital room&lt;br /&gt;I always regretted not being able to voice the words ..&lt;br /&gt;I love you Nana&lt;br /&gt;I asked my mother to tell her for me ..&lt;br /&gt;But in all this I was able to see my strength..&lt;br /&gt;I was able to say ..Good bye Grandma ...I love you ..&lt;br /&gt;Tell Nana Marie I love her ..&lt;br /&gt;Some how in this whole experience I was able to forgive the child in me who was not strong enough..&lt;br /&gt;I was able to come to terms with not only my Grandmothers death ..but my Nana's too..&lt;br /&gt;While I knew from the beginning that this experience would change me forever ..&lt;br /&gt;I truly never could have imagined healing all the wounds I held from childhood.&lt;br /&gt;I truly never could have imagined I would find peace within my self ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aug 20, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma’s passing&lt;br /&gt;In late October of last year I called in hospice care to help relieve Grandma's pain&lt;br /&gt;While I was against the thought of doing so, Knowing the outcome would mean her passing. I could no longer sit aside and watch her in such pain it would have been weak and selfish of me not to take the steps to help ease her pain. We had talked openly before the pain was this bad and I knew her wishes was not to be in pain for me to help the doctors stop the pain. I very much battled to do what was right even though I felt God should be in control.I didn't see at first he always was..&lt;br /&gt; When her pain started to ease which took high levels of pain meds and she smiled at me and said no pain Lorri..no..no pain anymore ..your my angel and smiled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew that I had done the right thing and that God was on this path with me whispering in my ear and giving me strength I never knew I had. In the first few days she was feeling no pain while she didn't have an apatite she did have many moments of pain free reflection with me ..grandpa and her helpers. Three days into the treatments her pain at ease she awake to see all her helpers gathered around her. I had not called them but they where all there while we talk and tell "millie" stories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She awoke to ask me Lorri am I dying? a quiet shock came over everyone's faces .as I bent down to place my face closer to hers so I could look her in the eyes&lt;br /&gt;I told her with every strength I could gather I said I believe so Grams but I am not God ..I cant tell you everything I said in those next moments when I finished she smiled at me then said  what a beautiful way to die. I looked up to see everyone in the room in tears Peace over took the room she loved so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See I had filled her room with colored lights and inspirational and christian music cds played 24 hours a day..she had soft lighting in the room for us to see but the room glowed from with in I had many of my crystals laying about area's of the bedroom and on her lap every moment of the day sat a purple beanie baby I gave her when she became so sick. Clear quartz crystal lay within her palm..Angels and her favorite teddy bears positioned just as she would have wanted.A place for grandpa to spend his final moments with the love of his life ..and the two hummingbirds on her closet doors above her "the sign from above" she was in the right place when she called this house ..home.&lt;br /&gt;We spent 6 days caring for her I was there pretty much twenty four hour's a day ..even though I had her wonderful helpers here I had to be there ..when it was time.I called in Pastors and spiritualist they read scripture and Prayer for Grandma.They where kind to me and allowed me to cry, allowed me to feel any way I needed to feel at any given moment.For them and my friends  I will forever be grateful. I helped cleans grams aura and get her ready for her passing. We talked openly and honestly her final days in her awaken moments..and when I needed to do things for her that I knew would be uncomfortable I would talk to her telling her how sorry I was that I had no choice ..when I needed her reinsurance she would supply it ..saying it's ok angel&lt;br /&gt;the day before she died ..just me and brenda in the room she seemed aggravated so we tried to calm her best we could ..when this fragile old women decides to try to lunge forward in  bed and yells Jesus WAIT! brenda and I looked at each other and laughed inspite of ourselves ..I said GrandMa! you don't take your Body to heaven! brenda and I both laughed as we laid her back into bed.The next twenty four hours was the hardest grandpa was so sad and I was so tired I can barely remember now much of what went on..but the morning she passed away I was there no helpers just me ..at 4 :30 am I gave her, her meds one last time. I washed her up and changed her night gown to the favorite purple one she loved so much. I laid her cross on her lap and her beanie baby still sat right on her lap.I brushed her hair putting in her favorite butterfly clips and I sat alone in her room ..I did all the talking that morning her breathing was very shallow and her time was almost gone..I sat holding her hand telling her it was time to go ..that I would take care of grandpa now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I released her I believe then ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then I kept holding on but in that quiet calm of the morning I knew I had to let go ..&lt;br /&gt;I went out of her room around 5:45 am and sat on the couch and cried myself to sleep ..it didnt seem long but at 6:30 am I heard a voice say good by and I awake to find myself running down the hallway to her room ..as I passed gramps door he was up too ..he started to follow me when I stopped told him to let me check on her first and I'll call you in and a little bit .He complied and went back to his room when I entered the room I already knew my grandma was gone. My medical side took over and I did the things I needed to do and then the grand daughter side came out and as I said my goodbyes I cried and held her hand..and Prayed for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I went out and went to call my dad..Then I told grandpa she was gone ...I had cleaned her all up and she lay peacefully in her room ..grandpa spent time with her said his final goodbyes and then came out to greet my father.My father went in shortly and then he and my grand father left the house while I waited alone for the visiting nurse and the funeral home I had prearranged to come to the house when time.I made phone calls and let everyone know she was gone..the nurse came and went ..then the funeral home came and they helped me by removing her rings.I just couldn't do that.They took her body away and I went home for a short while sat and cried and knew my life was forever changed again...as I sat and cried I relized then I had really grown to love her so much ..life wouldn't be the same now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; but the experience I will never forget nor regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even her favorite rose bushes knew what was coming...&lt;br /&gt;outside their front door was a wondering rose bush my grand mother loved so much. She would bless the bushes,cut them back ,tie them up ...she gave them life. When they first moved in the bush was nearly dead but when grams moved in the bushes every year got bigger and fuller. This years roses where just amazing the branches reached for the sky and the roses bloomed on every branch. She was so proud..and it was so beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been almost a year since grandma passed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rose bushes she cherished so much..&lt;br /&gt;I still see her so proudly pruning and blessing them every year..&lt;br /&gt;Well They didn't bloom this year..&lt;br /&gt;Guess she took them to heaven with her..&lt;br /&gt;I am not surprised..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Thank you God for leading me down this path~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rest in peace grandma Millie &lt;br /&gt;Oct 30 2006&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579144323737822581-1355911494102062276?l=lorrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1355911494102062276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3579144323737822581&amp;postID=1355911494102062276&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579144323737822581/posts/default/1355911494102062276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579144323737822581/posts/default/1355911494102062276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorrinblog.blogspot.com/2010/11/revisit-some-older-blogs.html' title='revisit some older blogs'/><author><name>Lorri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651352720159004319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTlocHv2ETc/SgDzqF2_yoI/AAAAAAAAAYc/GKfo3AyI-QQ/S220/l_3e73044ec846954a81a64ae039a3c428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579144323737822581.post-4672322894896156482</id><published>2010-11-12T00:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T00:33:12.082-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lorri.nichols'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ray Watson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grandpa Ray'/><title type='text'>Grandpa Ray</title><content type='html'>Tuesday Nov 9th Spent hours yesterday at the hospital with grandpa, he has a raging infection that his body can not fight. He is now in a coma like state. Hospice care starts today ..we had to make some hard choices for his care, keeping his wants in mind. Grandpa never wanted anything done to prolong his life, he made that perfectly clear along with my grandma, who passed years back on her terms. They are treating him with heavy antibiotics to help him fight the infection but the doctors really don't feel that he can recover from this ..this time. Time will only tell if he is able to make a rebound. And while I want to give these antibiotics a chance to work ..I hate that he is in the hospital ..I want him here in richmond with us at the nursing home ..where I can visit anytime ..stay as long as I want and he would be around the people who have cared for him .. and grown to love "uncle Ray" at his nursing home. My only wishes are that he feels no pain and that he is surrounded by people who love him. I made a promise to my grandma and I intend on keeping that promise. Today will be filled with phone calls and decisions. I wish I could split myself in two and be there with grandpa and still do everything I need to do for mom and dad. I went home last night and slept most of the night but my dream world revolved around everything going on so ..I don't feel I slept at all ..my mind is racing. The hardest part of everything last night was seeing my dads face when he saw grandpa, I had no choice but to take him there to sign papers and make choices with me ..I begged him to just not go in and wait for doctors ..but my dad wanted to see for himself. It broke my heart to hear dad say ohh my buddy is going to die huh Lorri? Seeing the fear and pain in his face knowing its not just about grandpa but his own fears for his own passing. I only let him stay a few minutes when grandpa started choking and gasping for breath I had to get my dad out of there ..he does not need to see this ..hell I don't want to see this but I don't internalize it to think about myself ..like my dad does. It's understandable at his age and all of his own health issues. So I am also concerned if grandpa pulls thru will he lose his bed at the nursing home..so many questions ..so many choices to make ..I know God will lead me just as he did when I had to make these choices for grandma.  I wanna give the meds a chance to do what the can do ..but I want to see him back home where he is loved and cared for in his final days not some hospital where nobody but me knows grandpa. I am waiting on calls now to see when I should or if I even can move him back to his nursing home and have hospice take over his care there. So many questions ..do I give him time at the hospital to see if meds help? and take the chance that he passes away there ..alone? they wont let me stay there with him and I can't stay there with him I need to be home here in richmond for mom and dad and if grandpa was here too I could do everything I need to do ..the hospital is only 35 minutes away but it feels far away when I have so many things and people who depend on me here.  I pray these hopes and wishes all play out for him ..I want him to be surrounded by love ..every person who passes away I wish would /could be surrounded by love. If it's in my power to give that last gift to him ..I will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update Thursday Nov 11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Grandpa came home to his nursing home this afternoon, where he is surrounded by the people who love him ..and he is at rest just knowing he is back in his own bed with his "Girls". taking care of him. The lights in his room have been dimmed and music is playing softly in his room ...and Hospice nurses are making sure he is not in pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way to the hospital this morning, I got a phone call from his doctor at the hospital letting me know exactly what happen to grandpa Ray..and I am still shocked at some of their findings ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa ray has Leukemia, probably has had it for many many years. It was in his medical records dating back long before I took over his care. I was never aware of this condition but  I know now that even my grandmother most likely knew. But because grandpa Ray for the most part was healthy his doctors here never addressed it or brought it up to me. But the nursing home doctors have known all along ..yet I didn't. Well the Leukemia makes his immune system weakened ..so this infection being so bad , his body is unable to fight it.  His body is in septic shock from E coli  most likely from feces that found it's way into his body through a open sore or through his urinary track, which happens to many elderly with incontinence issues. Normally an antibiotic can take care of this ..but with grandpa's leukemia and not showing signs of an infection till very late in the infection he just can't fight it this time. The infection has entered most his organs and they are slowly shutting down. And while in the hospital he was in a coma like state ..when I would visit grandpa would respond to me even talk with me ..so I believe for the most part he was shutting his caregivers there out and going to a place in his mind where he could just be left alone. Once back home to his bed at the nursing home he is now responding to his usual nurses just as he does for me. Grandpa used to do the same thing when living with me when he would get mad ..almost like a meditative state. While he is sleeping most the time ..he will respond to our voices when asked questions and when we say his name. He even said hello to my dad today when I asked him too. Tonight I sat with him a while alone in his room ..and we had a good talk about what is happening to him and that waiting for him is grandma and his mom and dad who he was very close to. He kept looking over my shoulder saying yeah she is waiting...and while nobody was there that I could see ..I know someone was there with him waiting for him to go home with them. I spoke to him about grandma and the end of her life, reminding him about the love and care she was given in her final days. I assured him that I would and others would be there to surround him with love too in his final days ..I assured him that I would be okay and that I would take good care of my Dad and Mom and that I wouldn't have changed a thing about our journey together. That I loved him and that these past 8 years have been a wonderful blessed experience and I thanked him for letting me be a part of his life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we have no idea how long this process will be ..I know that I have done everything I could. I am keeping my promises to him and grandma by doing everything I could to keep them healthy and well taken care of ..and now by making his passing something calm, respectful and loving. I will miss him when he goes home to be with grandma but my life has been enriched by the experience and the love I have for them them both...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579144323737822581-4672322894896156482?l=lorrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4672322894896156482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3579144323737822581&amp;postID=4672322894896156482&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579144323737822581/posts/default/4672322894896156482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579144323737822581/posts/default/4672322894896156482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorrinblog.blogspot.com/2010/11/grandpa-ray.html' title='Grandpa Ray'/><author><name>Lorri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651352720159004319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTlocHv2ETc/SgDzqF2_yoI/AAAAAAAAAYc/GKfo3AyI-QQ/S220/l_3e73044ec846954a81a64ae039a3c428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579144323737822581.post-1652727243155723895</id><published>2010-09-13T01:42:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T02:13:04.282-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good old days 2010 my thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lorri.nichols'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal blogs'/><title type='text'>good old days 2010 my thoughts</title><content type='html'>To the outside world&lt;br /&gt;it's just a small town fair&lt;br /&gt;but to those whom don't have a summer memory, without it&lt;br /&gt;it means so much more then you can imagine&lt;br /&gt;every sight and smell brings back memories&lt;br /&gt;as you walk through the fair ..&lt;br /&gt;your eyes glance from side to side&lt;br /&gt;the flashing lights&lt;br /&gt;the sounds of the rides&lt;br /&gt;the sounds of the people&lt;br /&gt;the smell's of the midway &lt;br /&gt;and suddenly you are taken back to a time and place&lt;br /&gt;for you this fair... is just a fair&lt;br /&gt;for us this is a right of passage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Returning every year&lt;br /&gt;it's as if you as you walk down that midway&lt;br /&gt;you get to see glimpses of your self along the way&lt;br /&gt;every sight and sound brings back memories&lt;br /&gt;every event, while exciting for everyone..&lt;br /&gt;For us ..&lt;br /&gt;it is a part of  who we are ..&lt;br /&gt;Where we came from .&lt;br /&gt;Remembering as young children and our parents taking us to the fair&lt;br /&gt;Then the first time your parents trusted you enough to go explore it on your own&lt;br /&gt;When as teenager's you walked down the midway holding the hand of the person you love&lt;br /&gt;memories of that young love ...still linger there.&lt;br /&gt;Like pieces of your heart and soul belongs to this place&lt;br /&gt;or maybe we owe them to this place ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember being little and sitting on my Dads shoulders, to see over the crowd&lt;br /&gt;I remember him laughing and engaging me in the sights and sounds&lt;br /&gt;always making sure I had so much fun ..&lt;br /&gt;Today I helped my 75 year old father walk to his seat&lt;br /&gt;spent the day making sure he had a good time..&lt;br /&gt;engaging him in the sights and sounds of today&lt;br /&gt;While I was watching his reactions to the people and parade ..&lt;br /&gt;I  know I am so blessed&lt;br /&gt;This place makes memories..&lt;br /&gt;ones that we will forever cherish&lt;br /&gt;memories with Mom and Dad ..&lt;br /&gt;memories with friends and fun as teenagers&lt;br /&gt;and memories of that special person, who back then, you went to the fair ..just to see.&lt;br /&gt;memories you made with your children ..their first rides ..their first parade&lt;br /&gt;making it a right of passage in their lives&lt;br /&gt;in our own families&lt;br /&gt;memories with the person you have beside you now&lt;br /&gt;it's every experience over a life time of going to the fair&lt;br /&gt;when you look around , you see all these kids and teenagers, parents&lt;br /&gt;are making those same memories now..&lt;br /&gt;Running into old friends ..&lt;br /&gt;connecting even just for a moment ..is something wonderful &lt;br /&gt;nothing will ever change here... at the fair&lt;br /&gt;makes me wonder how my dad saw things today&lt;br /&gt;he has been bringing his children here for over 40 years&lt;br /&gt;Now his daughter brings him here ..&lt;br /&gt;I know it must be the same for him ..&lt;br /&gt;pieces for himself will always be there ..at the fair&lt;br /&gt;cherished memories&lt;br /&gt;so see it's more then.. just a fair&lt;br /&gt;it's a time to reflect and a time to cherish our past and present and those we love&lt;br /&gt;it's our right of passage ...it's a part of who we become ...it's something we can pass on&lt;br /&gt;and that is where, if you look at it ..really look closely at the experience&lt;br /&gt;You will see the true magic of our little fair..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579144323737822581-1652727243155723895?l=lorrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1652727243155723895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3579144323737822581&amp;postID=1652727243155723895&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579144323737822581/posts/default/1652727243155723895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579144323737822581/posts/default/1652727243155723895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorrinblog.blogspot.com/2010/09/good-old-days-2010-my-thoughts.html' title='good old days 2010 my thoughts'/><author><name>Lorri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651352720159004319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTlocHv2ETc/SgDzqF2_yoI/AAAAAAAAAYc/GKfo3AyI-QQ/S220/l_3e73044ec846954a81a64ae039a3c428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579144323737822581.post-6908996177444387899</id><published>2010-08-22T11:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T11:16:46.703-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dear friend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal.blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lorri.nichols'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letters to a friend'/><title type='text'>Dear Friend</title><content type='html'>I feel you have worked very hard to make changes in your self&lt;br /&gt;the journey of your life,&lt;br /&gt;even at a young age was to rebuild ..your broken foundation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our foundation is ..our inner core being&lt;br /&gt;I believe with you...&lt;br /&gt;your foundation was damaged&lt;br /&gt;as a child ..some form of abuse you hide from most&lt;br /&gt;this early abuse ..weather physical or mental or both&lt;br /&gt;damaged your inner being ..your foundation as I call it&lt;br /&gt;and I believe that since this early childhood abuse you have been fighting&lt;br /&gt;to fix what is broken within&lt;br /&gt;when our foundations are broken and we build on them&lt;br /&gt;what happens?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you build a brand new home on a broken or cracked foundation?&lt;br /&gt;nobody would ..&lt;br /&gt;but we do ...when it comes to our lives&lt;br /&gt;and we usually choose people who have their own broken foundation&lt;br /&gt;because in some way they understand us&lt;br /&gt;or because we think we can fix them ..&lt;br /&gt;when the truth is that we can't fix anyone ..but our selves&lt;br /&gt;and while I am a firm believer that everything happens for a reason&lt;br /&gt;we do take wrong turns ..make bad choices that have long lasting effects on our lives&lt;br /&gt;we do these more often when we have "cracked foundations"&lt;br /&gt;we draw people in that are like our abusers and not even know we are doing it&lt;br /&gt;maybe they sense that weakness in us&lt;br /&gt;maybe we draw them in .. maybe both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But till we learn...&lt;br /&gt;that we need to fix whats broken within us&lt;br /&gt;before we allow anyone else in ..&lt;br /&gt;sometimes we go through many relationships ..jumping from one to the next&lt;br /&gt;sometimes we are stuck in one and we see no way out once we are in it.&lt;br /&gt;But the truth is we always have a choice&lt;br /&gt;there is always another door available to us&lt;br /&gt;we are just to broken to have faith in that other door&lt;br /&gt;behind that door in our minds is darkness&lt;br /&gt;only because we don't know what's there in that darkness&lt;br /&gt;we lack faith ..faith in our selves&lt;br /&gt;even in relationships that are abusive.. we have options&lt;br /&gt;our fear keeps us there..&lt;br /&gt;and maybe while these relationships are bad for us&lt;br /&gt;the reason we find ourselves there is really not about the relationship at all&lt;br /&gt;because when we are in them..it seems to me is when we seek knowing ourselves so much more&lt;br /&gt;we seek a higher understanding more frequently when we can't understand where we are at.&lt;br /&gt;So seekers search out to anything they can work on ..within them selves&lt;br /&gt;somewhere inside we know there is a root to all our problems&lt;br /&gt;and it starts with what's within us&lt;br /&gt;we may try to better ourselves&lt;br /&gt;we may try to find a spiritual connection with our God and Universe&lt;br /&gt;and in other area's of our lives we just learn to accept .. to conform&lt;br /&gt;because frankly ..we are not whole enough yet to do something about it&lt;br /&gt;but at some point on our inner journey of learning&lt;br /&gt;we wake up one day and look inside ourselves to find ourselves in a better place&lt;br /&gt;we have greater understanding of ourselves&lt;br /&gt;we look around at the mess we have around us&lt;br /&gt;things we just let be ..for far to long&lt;br /&gt;conform will no longer work&lt;br /&gt;you will now resent the people who you have conformed too&lt;br /&gt;we may even try to reform the person&lt;br /&gt;try to talk to them ..&lt;br /&gt;make them understand ..how things need to change for you to be whole&lt;br /&gt;You may work hard at trying to make things work&lt;br /&gt;but the truth is you can't fix what is broken within them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they are not what you need when you are at your lowest&lt;br /&gt;they will not be what you need when you are more balanced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To continue to grow and change you will need to make a move&lt;br /&gt;make a change ..&lt;br /&gt;sometimes walk away&lt;br /&gt;someone who truly loves you for all the right reasons&lt;br /&gt;will see the changes in you ..embrace all the changes in you&lt;br /&gt;and your change will bring about their own personal growth&lt;br /&gt;they wouldn't want you to conform&lt;br /&gt;they would want to grow together in life&lt;br /&gt;understanding everything that means ...&lt;br /&gt;it's ups and down's&lt;br /&gt;they would work within to be a better person&lt;br /&gt;not only for themselves, but because you deserve that type of person in your life&lt;br /&gt;but many times the people we are with are not at this place&lt;br /&gt;at the same time we are..some may never be and we know that.&lt;br /&gt;At that point we must just walk away when the relationship becomes toxic to our personal growth&lt;br /&gt;This is never easy ..it is going to be the biggest challenge you will face with your new inner self&lt;br /&gt;Have you done the work needed to take on this next challenge?&lt;br /&gt;I believe you have&lt;br /&gt;but what I believe does not matter ...&lt;br /&gt;what do you believe?&lt;br /&gt;are you strong enough now to face this next step in your personal growth?&lt;br /&gt;only you can answer these things&lt;br /&gt;only you can seek the other door's provided to you&lt;br /&gt;can you grow further in the "place" you are right now ..the answer is always Yes&lt;br /&gt;can you grow further in the relationships in your life?&lt;br /&gt;the ones you can ..you should keep and continue to work on&lt;br /&gt;but those ones you can't are only holding you back from your next step in your personal growth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;along our journey in finding us ..we heal our broken foundations&lt;br /&gt;we have many spiritual awakenings along the way&lt;br /&gt;some times we  move forward in leaps and bounds&lt;br /&gt;some times we move forward slowly taking small steps along our path&lt;br /&gt;sometimes we fall back and have to revisit something we already learned from&lt;br /&gt;it's all part of our inner growth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only you can answer where you go from here&lt;br /&gt;your need for growth in yourself will not stop&lt;br /&gt;you may avoid it or ignore all the signs shown where change needs to take place&lt;br /&gt;but I assure you ...they will not stop coming&lt;br /&gt;and when your strong enough in mind and spirit&lt;br /&gt;you will then have no choice anymore then to make a change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So surround yourself with positive influences&lt;br /&gt;reach out and ask for help along the way&lt;br /&gt;ready yourself for the changes coming&lt;br /&gt;prepare yourself&lt;br /&gt;because some day soon your need to be you and all that details&lt;br /&gt;You will be stronger then anything holding you back&lt;br /&gt;be smart ..be careful  ..be aware&lt;br /&gt;but never stop your journey of personal growth&lt;br /&gt;for any other person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am praying and pulling for you my friend&lt;br /&gt;I know in the right time and the right place within yourself&lt;br /&gt;you will find the strength to make any choices you need to in your future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579144323737822581-6908996177444387899?l=lorrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6908996177444387899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3579144323737822581&amp;postID=6908996177444387899&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579144323737822581/posts/default/6908996177444387899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579144323737822581/posts/default/6908996177444387899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorrinblog.blogspot.com/2010/08/dear-friend.html' title='Dear Friend'/><author><name>Lorri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651352720159004319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTlocHv2ETc/SgDzqF2_yoI/AAAAAAAAAYc/GKfo3AyI-QQ/S220/l_3e73044ec846954a81a64ae039a3c428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579144323737822581.post-4872355435647541346</id><published>2010-08-19T12:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T13:40:41.900-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='notes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lorr.blogs.personal'/><title type='text'>todays thoughts</title><content type='html'>I really don't know&lt;br /&gt;if...I feel anger or pity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am angry that "some" people honestly believe that...&lt;br /&gt;if you don't have children   and never have grand children in your life...&lt;br /&gt;that you really have less of a life ..&lt;br /&gt;that your less stressed or less busy..&lt;br /&gt;then they are&lt;br /&gt;because of the lack of a family ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pity them&lt;br /&gt;because this attitude just make them look..&lt;br /&gt;so self absorbed ..that they don't even understand what they truly have..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to them I say ..&lt;br /&gt;Yes you are right ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have children&lt;br /&gt;I will never have grand children&lt;br /&gt;I will never know what feeling that fills ones soul and heart ..&lt;br /&gt;when their child says mommy for the first time ..&lt;br /&gt;I will never know what holding your child's hand as they cross the street feels like .&lt;br /&gt;I will never know what pride and love fills ones heart when their child takes their first steps in life ..as a toddler ..a teenager ..an adult&lt;br /&gt; I will never experience with them ..their first day of school ..their first date ...first time driving a car&lt;br /&gt;I will never know the heart ache of their first ouchy&lt;br /&gt;their first tumble of their bike&lt;br /&gt;their first broken heart&lt;br /&gt;I will not ever know what it feels like to make it feel better most of the time..&lt;br /&gt;Just by being Mom&lt;br /&gt;I will never watch my children grow and learn&lt;br /&gt;and explore and achieve and fail&lt;br /&gt;I will never feel the pain and helplessness being a parent can feel like from time to time&lt;br /&gt;I will never watch my daughter make mistakes&lt;br /&gt;I will never be able to help guide her into being a stronger woman&lt;br /&gt;I will never see my son grow into a man&lt;br /&gt;seeing his father in his ways&lt;br /&gt;I will never hold my first grand child just moments after she came into the world&lt;br /&gt;I will never be able to buy my grandchildren all kinds of gifts and spoil them rotten&lt;br /&gt;I will never be able to take time out of my life and watch my grand children so my daughters or sons can go to work without worry that something bad could happen in a daycare&lt;br /&gt;I will never be able to tire myself out running after said grandchildren&lt;br /&gt;I will never laugh and live and love every second of my time with my grandchildren&lt;br /&gt;As I age and become elderly I will never have my great grand children come visit me&lt;br /&gt;I will never have a daughter or a Son take care of me and my needs&lt;br /&gt;I will not have someone I love ... holding my hand when I take my last breath and say good bye to this world&lt;br /&gt;I will not have my family honor me and talk about me for the rest of their lives&lt;br /&gt;I will not have my recipes made every holiday long after I am gone&lt;br /&gt;I will not be someone's angel in heaven, that watches over them their whole life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's really sad ..&lt;br /&gt;you use these wonderful things as an excuse to treat others as if they are less then you &lt;br /&gt;you should look at all these wonderful moments as the gifts in your life ..&lt;br /&gt;It's what makes all the bullshit in life worth it !!!&lt;br /&gt;but you look at it as a chore ..complaining about it an excuse not to have the time for anyone else . even if that anyone else is your own parents&lt;br /&gt;an excuse to be selfish with your time and effort with anyone else but your made family&lt;br /&gt;You used your time with all of these wonderful things in your life as an excuse&lt;br /&gt;a reason to complain about your sister who has no life because she doesn't have kids ..she will never have grand kids .. and in your mind .. don't have a clue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a clue ..&lt;br /&gt;I am well aware of all the things I miss out on in this life&lt;br /&gt;I didn't choose to be childless&lt;br /&gt;But I do have a life ..&lt;br /&gt;I find my inspiration in different places in my life&lt;br /&gt;I find other wonderful things in this life that are gifts to that make all the bullshit worth it&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't make my life any less stressful .does not make my life any less busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I don't get to walk down the same path you have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a path of my own and God knew that I was special .&lt;br /&gt;I don't need a child or grandchildren to make me "someone" ..&lt;br /&gt;I don't need children or grandchildren to give me purpose ..&lt;br /&gt;to give me strength I didn't think I have ..&lt;br /&gt;I am strong all on my own and in my spirit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know ..God, ...He knew that I would find all those wonderful blessed moments in life in the other places he placed them in...&lt;br /&gt;so he never worried ..even when I did&lt;br /&gt;Maybe just maybe someday you might get that ..&lt;br /&gt;and open your eyes to what I see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember if God had a path for you&lt;br /&gt;trust that he had a path for me too &lt;br /&gt;even if its not a path you have ever seen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579144323737822581-4872355435647541346?l=lorrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4872355435647541346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3579144323737822581&amp;postID=4872355435647541346&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579144323737822581/posts/default/4872355435647541346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579144323737822581/posts/default/4872355435647541346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorrinblog.blogspot.com/2010/08/todays-thoughts.html' title='todays thoughts'/><author><name>Lorri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651352720159004319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTlocHv2ETc/SgDzqF2_yoI/AAAAAAAAAYc/GKfo3AyI-QQ/S220/l_3e73044ec846954a81a64ae039a3c428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579144323737822581.post-3972358661290068589</id><published>2010-08-18T12:53:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T13:59:08.643-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='im angry and tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lorri.nichols'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal blogs'/><title type='text'>need to vent</title><content type='html'>While making sure Dad has his part seems to be so so important to you&lt;br /&gt;well sorry but it's not that important to me&lt;br /&gt;you are asked to do one thing ..find a part&lt;br /&gt;yet again its dumped into my lap to do this ..get this ..get that&lt;br /&gt;WTF seriously believe it or not I could care less about his lawn mower&lt;br /&gt;and the truth is when the part does come&lt;br /&gt;who do you think will have to take time out of their lives to fix the tractor needing a part?&lt;br /&gt;we will&lt;br /&gt;Did you know dad took a nasty fall again working on this tractor&lt;br /&gt;Just as he starts to feel better ..now another fall&lt;br /&gt;bending his glasses and hurting his bad hand ...again&lt;br /&gt;It is a battle to keep his CHF under control&lt;br /&gt;it's a battle to keep him on the right track with all of his health issues&lt;br /&gt;I battle to keep him as healthy as possible to keep him out of the hospital&lt;br /&gt;and when he is in the hospital ?? who sits there day after day taking care of everything?&lt;br /&gt;is it you?&lt;br /&gt;NO it's me and if its selfish for me to want to keep him healthy and at home so I can still live my life with helping him as much as I can..&lt;br /&gt;well then I am just a selfish bitch!!&lt;br /&gt;They asked you for one thing&lt;br /&gt;Let me fill you in on what I do ..what we do&lt;br /&gt;every week  ..drop by pick up their mail ..bring them anything they need from the store&lt;br /&gt;in between shopping trips which generally take 5 hours to complete if I take them to the market with me&lt;br /&gt;every monday gather and bag up and take out their garbage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad has many doctors to keep him healthy&lt;br /&gt;generally we visit one doctor every week ..&lt;br /&gt;but when he is sick&lt;br /&gt;we have 2 or 3 appointments in a week&lt;br /&gt;every week there is something extra needs to be done&lt;br /&gt;either I or Dave need to go over&lt;br /&gt;for example few weeks ago dad didn't have the strength to get off his mower alone&lt;br /&gt;so Dave went over and helped him off the tractor&lt;br /&gt;this is sometimes a weekly event ..daily .. something always comes up&lt;br /&gt;we need to drop everything and go help them and we do without complaint&lt;br /&gt;Unless he does something he knows he shouldn't be doing&lt;br /&gt;see what he don't get and maybe you don't either&lt;br /&gt;is that when he gets hurt ..who has more to take care of? is it you? NO it's me&lt;br /&gt;We go over and clean when he is feeling bad&lt;br /&gt;because if we don't ..it takes us hours to clean&lt;br /&gt;when he's sick I bring all his laundry home every week and wash it all&lt;br /&gt;I have even brought home all his dirty dishes so I can wash them all and return them&lt;br /&gt;All winter long we do the same thing cause their pipes freeze&lt;br /&gt;and that's just normal everyday needs&lt;br /&gt;lets mention the times that he has mom call cause he wants and needs something&lt;br /&gt;that could be gas for his lawn mower to he needs something from the store&lt;br /&gt;like the trip to port huron to buy a chain saw ...he can't even use..just cause it was on sale &lt;br /&gt;every 3 days we have to make sure to pick up the mail&lt;br /&gt;have to drop off all their bills at the post office on the way home&lt;br /&gt;take care of any banking they need done&lt;br /&gt;run over and plant this or plant that&lt;br /&gt;run over and stop and grab this or that on my way&lt;br /&gt;get phone calls dad don't feel well come by and check on him&lt;br /&gt;and 90 % of the time its something he's done that he shouldn't have done in the first place&lt;br /&gt;but  YES I do all these things case I love them&lt;br /&gt;But I also demand that I am allowed to have my own life too&lt;br /&gt;and while what I do with my life and time may not be important sounding to you&lt;br /&gt;IT IS TO ME ..&lt;br /&gt;when I get a phone call saying your sister wants you to bring dad a copy of this fucking tractor part so she can order it&lt;br /&gt;YOU could have mailed mom and dad a chart ..two days after called them and got the info you needed ..YOU didn't have to depend on me for just another thing&lt;br /&gt;I have enough to deal with ..DON'T YOU THINK?&lt;br /&gt;every day its a battle ..DO U NOT GET THIS?&lt;br /&gt;I know you don't see dad ..have no idea&lt;br /&gt;but he is not the guy he was when you left here&lt;br /&gt;he can barely walk without assistance even with his cane that he uses all the time now&lt;br /&gt;for the last couple months he can't even put on his shoes without help&lt;br /&gt;or get up from a seated position without help&lt;br /&gt;I get to play middle man between mom and dads arguments&lt;br /&gt;I have to talk to dad about the serious things he faces with his health&lt;br /&gt;I have to help calm his worries and answer the same questions over and over&lt;br /&gt;yet he does what he wants cause he is DAD&lt;br /&gt;This summer was spent ..working in their yard ..cleaning their house&lt;br /&gt;making sure he stays healthy ..&lt;br /&gt;and everything in between .&lt;br /&gt;its on me ..&lt;br /&gt;OH yes as you must be thinking I choose this&lt;br /&gt;and YES I do choose to help our parents through all these things&lt;br /&gt;I am lucky and blessed to have the relationship I do with them&lt;br /&gt;BUT you don't seem to have a clue&lt;br /&gt;and frankly I am tired of waiting for you both to get it  .&lt;br /&gt;I think I do enough&lt;br /&gt;my whole life is about them&lt;br /&gt;I don't go anywhere without them knowing where I am&lt;br /&gt;I do not travel more then an hour away&lt;br /&gt;so that if there is an emergency I can get back here quickly&lt;br /&gt;YOU are freaking clueless and maybe its time you get a clue&lt;br /&gt;So just do one thing for your parents&lt;br /&gt;if they ask something from you .&lt;br /&gt;just take care of it for them&lt;br /&gt;Don't add more to my to do list..&lt;br /&gt;cause I am doing my part&lt;br /&gt;are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so wanted to update this real quick &lt;br /&gt;before I leave to run dad to the hospital &lt;br /&gt;the truth about his fall has come to light &lt;br /&gt;in the last 15 minutes &lt;br /&gt;the fall..&lt;br /&gt;well was not a fall at all &lt;br /&gt;Dad passed out ..harold said for 10 minutes &lt;br /&gt;he was out ..did harold run and get help? &lt;br /&gt;NO he waited to see if dad would come too &lt;br /&gt;and thank God he did &lt;br /&gt;so now I had to get an emergency appointment for him &lt;br /&gt;which I just know will lead to going back to the hospital &lt;br /&gt;spending hours there waiting for answers &lt;br /&gt;this is just what happens every week ..sometimes daily in my life &lt;br /&gt;and yet YOU can't even get him a freaking part on your own &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while I am dealing with this now &lt;br /&gt;so have some fucking patients ..&lt;br /&gt;is this guy selling these parts gona close up shop? &lt;br /&gt;I think not ..&lt;br /&gt;it is so not my priority .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579144323737822581-3972358661290068589?l=lorrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3972358661290068589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3579144323737822581&amp;postID=3972358661290068589&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579144323737822581/posts/default/3972358661290068589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579144323737822581/posts/default/3972358661290068589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorrinblog.blogspot.com/2010/08/need-to-vent.html' title='need to vent'/><author><name>Lorri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651352720159004319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTlocHv2ETc/SgDzqF2_yoI/AAAAAAAAAYc/GKfo3AyI-QQ/S220/l_3e73044ec846954a81a64ae039a3c428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579144323737822581.post-4564475147019476639</id><published>2010-08-01T18:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T18:41:24.444-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='connections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personalblogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lorri nichols'/><title type='text'>here we are again</title><content type='html'>I know I have not written in a long while&lt;br /&gt;maybe my way to avoid&lt;br /&gt;avoid repeating myself&lt;br /&gt;repeating things I feel&lt;br /&gt;but I feel I need to write this out&lt;br /&gt;maybe then my spirit can let it go&lt;br /&gt;and my body can stop reacting to it&lt;br /&gt;Thursday night I was feeling fine&lt;br /&gt;Then that all changed&lt;br /&gt;at first it was just a feeling of somethings wrong&lt;br /&gt;not physically effecting me yet&lt;br /&gt;just a feeling of sadness coming&lt;br /&gt;I brace myself ..&lt;br /&gt;never knowing if it's my sadness coming&lt;br /&gt;or someone else I have connected too&lt;br /&gt;Friday afternoon comes&lt;br /&gt;and I physically start to feel sick&lt;br /&gt;my stomach is hurting to the point I just can't stand it&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling sadness&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling off balanced&lt;br /&gt;nothing I do is making me feel any better&lt;br /&gt;people that are around me&lt;br /&gt;ask me whats wrong&lt;br /&gt;I excuse everything away with maybe I have a bug&lt;br /&gt;just need to take it easy and I will be fine&lt;br /&gt;but I am not fine ..I feel overwhelmed&lt;br /&gt;I feel sick to my stomach&lt;br /&gt;I have continued to feel this way all weekend&lt;br /&gt;even this morning ...&lt;br /&gt;I am still in a haze , my heart is beating faster then usual&lt;br /&gt;I avoid the real world pretty much all weekend&lt;br /&gt;spending most of my time on line&lt;br /&gt;laying on the couch&lt;br /&gt;nursing my "bug"&lt;br /&gt;Sunday after noon now and I am waking up from a nap&lt;br /&gt;waking up feeling more exhausted then before I went to bed&lt;br /&gt;dreams filled my mind&lt;br /&gt;all of which make me feel guilty&lt;br /&gt;I call them my conversations with him&lt;br /&gt;yet for the most part I don't remember every detail of what we speak about&lt;br /&gt;but they come and go in my life&lt;br /&gt;now they are back&lt;br /&gt;to be honest all weekend  my dreams where active&lt;br /&gt;and they had him in them&lt;br /&gt;in some ways&lt;br /&gt;I just wish they would stop ..&lt;br /&gt;at times ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe the dreams making me sick&lt;br /&gt;but then the sickness started before the dreams&lt;br /&gt;in any case they are not helping me kick what ever this is&lt;br /&gt;So I go on line after my nap&lt;br /&gt;to avoid any talking or anyone knowing&lt;br /&gt;how I am feeling on the inside&lt;br /&gt;even writing this now I am still avoiding talking&lt;br /&gt;D asked me whats wrong&lt;br /&gt;I am just not in a place to share this right now&lt;br /&gt;so I avoid&lt;br /&gt;I check my emails&lt;br /&gt;going through the pages and pages of emails&lt;br /&gt;I have been avoiding for a while&lt;br /&gt;scanning through each one&lt;br /&gt;looking for something&lt;br /&gt;yet I have no idea what&lt;br /&gt;I get through them all ..nothing there with answers&lt;br /&gt;the next thing I do is go to our local online paper&lt;br /&gt;I slowly move my mouse over to its listing&lt;br /&gt;when I stop and feel dread&lt;br /&gt;instantly my stomach begins to turn&lt;br /&gt;I run to the bathroom and get sick&lt;br /&gt;I clean up and run some cold water over my face&lt;br /&gt;and come back to the computer and click&lt;br /&gt;instantly I am drawn to the obituary section&lt;br /&gt;I scroll down through the names&lt;br /&gt;when a familiar name is at the bottom of the list&lt;br /&gt;the name is connected to him&lt;br /&gt;I click and read his uncle died Friday&lt;br /&gt;my speeding heart starts to slow&lt;br /&gt;I take a deep breath and just sit here ..&lt;br /&gt;saddened for his family&lt;br /&gt;they have suffered another loss of someone they love&lt;br /&gt;I am so sorry for that&lt;br /&gt;They are in my thoughts and prayers&lt;br /&gt;Maybe now that I know what is happening&lt;br /&gt;my physical body will stop reacting to the energy&lt;br /&gt;but my heart will continue to ache for them,&lt;br /&gt;for him&lt;br /&gt;and I am left to sit here from a far&lt;br /&gt;praying and sending them love and light&lt;br /&gt;Physically I am already feeling better&lt;br /&gt;it was validation to why I feel things.. the way I do&lt;br /&gt;Validation usually puts my spirit back in balance&lt;br /&gt;But I just hate that I feel these things at all...&lt;br /&gt;at times&lt;br /&gt;wondering why I feel ..yet don't know what they are&lt;br /&gt;wondering why I still after all these years still have this connection to him&lt;br /&gt;I guess that is something I will never know ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest in Peace Alan ..you where always Good to me &lt;br /&gt;My Thoughts and Prayers go out to your loved ones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579144323737822581-4564475147019476639?l=lorrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4564475147019476639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3579144323737822581&amp;postID=4564475147019476639&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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term='lorr.blogs.personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fathersday'/><title type='text'>Dear Dad</title><content type='html'>Out of all the relationships I have had in my life&lt;br /&gt;I have to say I have learned the most from ours&lt;br /&gt;We have not always seen eye to eye ..&lt;br /&gt;on so many things ..&lt;br /&gt;specially when I was younger&lt;br /&gt;but Dad I wouldn't change a thing.&lt;br /&gt;While you have watched me grow and change into the person I am today&lt;br /&gt;I have also seen you evolve and change into the Dad you are today&lt;br /&gt;We have come so far ..&lt;br /&gt;I don't need a special day for you to know how much I love you&lt;br /&gt;I show you every day what you mean to me&lt;br /&gt;I am blessed really to have this time with you&lt;br /&gt;and while sometimes a joke about you and your ways to my friends&lt;br /&gt;I love every second of your Crazy but Funny ways&lt;br /&gt;You make me laugh Dad&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes you make my mad as hell ..&lt;br /&gt;But no matter how you make me feel any given day&lt;br /&gt;I always know you love me just as I am&lt;br /&gt;I have watched myself grow up in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I have seen the way you look at me change&lt;br /&gt;I have noticed that you no longer feel you need to guide me in every aspect of my life&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you still toss in your guidance here and there ..&lt;br /&gt;But I can tell by "us" that you respect and love me&lt;br /&gt;you Know I do the right thing ..for the right reasons&lt;br /&gt;and that is something I have not always done&lt;br /&gt;But I grew up and for me to see that in your eyes ..&lt;br /&gt;I know it's true&lt;br /&gt;We have had our disagreements Dad&lt;br /&gt;and we probably always will to some point&lt;br /&gt;but the friendship I have with you ..&lt;br /&gt;makes anything difficult we have been through as father and daughter worth it.&lt;br /&gt;I love being as close to you and Mom as I am&lt;br /&gt;I am so lucky ...so blessed&lt;br /&gt;and while sometimes I have to laugh at the crazy that is us&lt;br /&gt;I would be lost without it&lt;br /&gt;we have come so far&lt;br /&gt;I could have never imagined being as close to you as I am&lt;br /&gt;Your my hero ...my biggest fan&lt;br /&gt;and I love you ..even your crazy ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Daddy Day !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579144323737822581-8379384362094246548?l=lorrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8379384362094246548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3579144323737822581&amp;postID=8379384362094246548&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579144323737822581/posts/default/8379384362094246548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579144323737822581/posts/default/8379384362094246548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorrinblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/dear-dad.html' title='Dear Dad'/><author><name>Lorri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651352720159004319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTlocHv2ETc/SgDzqF2_yoI/AAAAAAAAAYc/GKfo3AyI-QQ/S220/l_3e73044ec846954a81a64ae039a3c428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579144323737822581.post-2150946795311628299</id><published>2010-05-07T16:05:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T16:10:21.483-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mother&apos;sday2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lorr.blogs.personal'/><title type='text'>Mom</title><content type='html'>Thank you Mom..&lt;br /&gt;for always believing in me&lt;br /&gt;for always understanding my intentions&lt;br /&gt;for always loving me&lt;br /&gt;even when I made it hard at times ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I understand.. as an adult&lt;br /&gt;that Mom you are just like everyone else&lt;br /&gt;you have made mistakes in your life&lt;br /&gt;you have made good and bad choices &lt;br /&gt;I am so thankful for that ..&lt;br /&gt;because&lt;br /&gt;it taught You ...&lt;br /&gt;great compassion ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With every ..&lt;br /&gt;good or bad choice I have made&lt;br /&gt;you never tried to stop me&lt;br /&gt;you let me make my own choices&lt;br /&gt;and when things didn't go as I planed&lt;br /&gt;you where always there to listen to me cry&lt;br /&gt;you where always there with words of compassion&lt;br /&gt;you where always there to make me feel better&lt;br /&gt;never passing judgments&lt;br /&gt;just there for me ..&lt;br /&gt;and while we don't say it all the time&lt;br /&gt;I have always known you loved me&lt;br /&gt;I have always know that we have a special connection&lt;br /&gt;not just of mother and daughter&lt;br /&gt;but an energy between us that speaks with no words&lt;br /&gt;you are truly my very best girl friend&lt;br /&gt;I can share anything and everything with you ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am truly blessed to have the impressions on my soul ..&lt;br /&gt;that You and Nana have made&lt;br /&gt;I could not have asked for better spiritual teachers&lt;br /&gt;I could not have asked for better mother's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You both taught me about the simple things in life&lt;br /&gt;no not ever "typical" mom and grandma &lt;br /&gt;because you are not typical people&lt;br /&gt;the depths of your hearts and soul's&lt;br /&gt;well is ....&lt;br /&gt;simply amazing&lt;br /&gt;So this Mother's day&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to share with you ..how much I Love you&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for all you have given to my soul&lt;br /&gt;I will always keep a piece of You and Nana with me&lt;br /&gt;everywhere I go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Love you&lt;br /&gt;Happy Mother's day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579144323737822581-2150946795311628299?l=lorrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2150946795311628299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3579144323737822581&amp;postID=2150946795311628299&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579144323737822581/posts/default/2150946795311628299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579144323737822581/posts/default/2150946795311628299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorrinblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/mom.html' title='Mom'/><author><name>Lorri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651352720159004319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTlocHv2ETc/SgDzqF2_yoI/AAAAAAAAAYc/GKfo3AyI-QQ/S220/l_3e73044ec846954a81a64ae039a3c428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579144323737822581.post-8179843103318978263</id><published>2010-05-06T21:56:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T22:13:03.744-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personalblogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lorri.nichols'/><title type='text'>May 6th ..... my day</title><content type='html'>I revisit a past blog &lt;br /&gt;because it still fits today ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you ever know&lt;br /&gt;that I loved you enough, to make you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you ever know&lt;br /&gt;how much letting you go, hurt me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you ever know&lt;br /&gt;I needed you to think the worst of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you ever know&lt;br /&gt;the love that still exists in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you ever know&lt;br /&gt;How sorry I will always be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you ever know&lt;br /&gt;how much your life meant to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you ever know&lt;br /&gt;How proud of you I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you ever know&lt;br /&gt;that I still think of you now and then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you ever know&lt;br /&gt;that I will always be your friend&lt;br /&gt;even though we can never be friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you ever know&lt;br /&gt;the person I have become&lt;br /&gt;the changes in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you ever know&lt;br /&gt;I know things now&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know then&lt;br /&gt;about so many things&lt;br /&gt;mostly about myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you ever know&lt;br /&gt;if I had to do it all again&lt;br /&gt;I would only change the how..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you ever know&lt;br /&gt;that I am sorry for what I did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you ever know&lt;br /&gt;the true reasons behind my actions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you ever know&lt;br /&gt;I wanted you to have your dreams&lt;br /&gt;they where always more important then my own&lt;br /&gt;even though that might be hard to believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you ever know&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy you achieved your dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you ever know&lt;br /&gt;that while life has moved on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this date stays with me&lt;br /&gt;I think it always will..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the truth is you stay with me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your love changed my whole life once upon a time&lt;br /&gt;changed who I was forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank you for that&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where life would had lead me&lt;br /&gt;if it was not for you&lt;br /&gt;coming into my life when you did ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you ever know&lt;br /&gt;I will cherish our time forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you ever know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if you did&lt;br /&gt;it wouldn't change anything&lt;br /&gt;this I know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but maybe,&lt;br /&gt;just maybe&lt;br /&gt;I could forgive myself ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;Today ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walking down an isle at the grocery store &lt;br /&gt;when the song that was playing &lt;br /&gt;stopped me in my tracks &lt;br /&gt;brought memories back&lt;br /&gt;I had not heard this song in many years&lt;br /&gt;it's really amazingly fitting to hear it today&lt;br /&gt;for the most part I never pay much attention to&lt;br /&gt;grocery store music&lt;br /&gt;but today I could hear every line of the song&lt;br /&gt;made me smile&lt;br /&gt;I see the sign...&lt;br /&gt;I lingered in the isle till the song was over ..&lt;br /&gt;Getting ready to leave ..shopping almost done&lt;br /&gt;when my eye's meet "familiar" eyes&lt;br /&gt;can't go into details&lt;br /&gt;but let's just say ...&lt;br /&gt;I was reminded everything has it's purpose&lt;br /&gt;there is a reason for all things ..&lt;br /&gt;sometimes it just takes years and years to see the why..&lt;br /&gt;and the" little" reminder&lt;br /&gt;warmed my heart .&lt;br /&gt;made me happy&lt;br /&gt;not for me&lt;br /&gt;but for him&lt;br /&gt;even if it shouldn't&lt;br /&gt;even if I have no right&lt;br /&gt;it did and I will see it as a sign&lt;br /&gt;because that's what I do&lt;br /&gt;on my way home turned on the radio ..&lt;br /&gt;windows down&lt;br /&gt;sun shining &lt;br /&gt;scanning the channels&lt;br /&gt;another song &lt;br /&gt;I feel at peace on this May 6th &lt;br /&gt;I seen the signs ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything happens as it is supposed to.. there are no accidents&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579144323737822581-8179843103318978263?l=lorrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8179843103318978263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3579144323737822581&amp;postID=8179843103318978263&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579144323737822581/posts/default/8179843103318978263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579144323737822581/posts/default/8179843103318978263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorrinblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/may-6th-and-my-day.html' title='May 6th ..... my day'/><author><name>Lorri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651352720159004319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTlocHv2ETc/SgDzqF2_yoI/AAAAAAAAAYc/GKfo3AyI-QQ/S220/l_3e73044ec846954a81a64ae039a3c428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579144323737822581.post-6030840860900528427</id><published>2010-04-28T23:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T23:15:53.763-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lorr.blogs.personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letters to a friend'/><title type='text'>Dear Friend</title><content type='html'>I can't imagine the emotions&lt;br /&gt;that have flowed over your soul&lt;br /&gt;in recent days&lt;br /&gt;so many emotions&lt;br /&gt;all of which are perfectly normal to feel&lt;br /&gt;it will take a long time for these wounds to start to heal&lt;br /&gt;there are going to be times&lt;br /&gt;when you need to go within&lt;br /&gt;need to work things through in your own soul&lt;br /&gt;there are going to times of question&lt;br /&gt;and times of complete anger&lt;br /&gt;times where your soul cries out&lt;br /&gt;there are going to be times of guilt&lt;br /&gt;guilt over being alive ..living ..laughing and loving&lt;br /&gt;but all these things are the normal healing process&lt;br /&gt;there is no right or wrong way to grieve&lt;br /&gt;You may not want to talk about feelings right now&lt;br /&gt;but someday you will&lt;br /&gt;some days you may feel the pain is to much to bare&lt;br /&gt;and you will fight and try to stay strong&lt;br /&gt;and for those counting on you now ...&lt;br /&gt;to be the "strong one "&lt;br /&gt;remember that there are people you can be weak with&lt;br /&gt;people that will help balance that weight on your shoulders&lt;br /&gt;right now you want to push away&lt;br /&gt;just don't push to far ..&lt;br /&gt;they need to be there for you&lt;br /&gt;as much as you need them to be there...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579144323737822581-6030840860900528427?l=lorrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6030840860900528427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3579144323737822581&amp;postID=6030840860900528427&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579144323737822581/posts/default/6030840860900528427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;usually asking you for forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;usually asking you to hear my prayers&lt;br /&gt;talking to you..because I know you hear me&lt;br /&gt;it is as if your sitting there next to me&lt;br /&gt;intently listening to everything I say&lt;br /&gt;never speaking a word&lt;br /&gt;but I know you understand&lt;br /&gt;I know your here&lt;br /&gt;I know your love for me...&lt;br /&gt;is the most real thing to ever happen to me&lt;br /&gt;You understand me&lt;br /&gt;you give me peace of mind&lt;br /&gt;when I fall to pieces&lt;br /&gt;You give me strength&lt;br /&gt;when I am weak&lt;br /&gt;You give me hope&lt;br /&gt;when I am hopeless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But tonight ..&lt;br /&gt;I don't come to you&lt;br /&gt;in need of all those things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I come to you tonight ..&lt;br /&gt;strong&lt;br /&gt;filled with hope&lt;br /&gt;feeling right in the world&lt;br /&gt;and even if this only lasts tonight&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to thank you&lt;br /&gt;for filling me up with such hope&lt;br /&gt;for showing me my own strength&lt;br /&gt;for bringing me into the lives of people&lt;br /&gt;whom leave a ever lasting impression on my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight as we talk&lt;br /&gt;you are not sitting next to me&lt;br /&gt;I am kneeling at your feet&lt;br /&gt;giving you praise for all my blessings&lt;br /&gt;thank you for this Life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579144323737822581-6403090731594385048?l=lorrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6403090731594385048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3579144323737822581&amp;postID=6403090731594385048&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579144323737822581/posts/default/6403090731594385048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579144323737822581/posts/default/6403090731594385048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorrinblog.blogspot.com/2010/04/talking-to-you-tonight.html' title='talking to you tonight'/><author><name>Lorri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651352720159004319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTlocHv2ETc/SgDzqF2_yoI/AAAAAAAAAYc/GKfo3AyI-QQ/S220/l_3e73044ec846954a81a64ae039a3c428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579144323737822581.post-7926027027415941018</id><published>2010-04-05T13:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T13:30:22.589-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lorr.blogs.personal'/><title type='text'>tired</title><content type='html'>sometimes I feel like&lt;br /&gt;everything I do&lt;br /&gt;is never enough&lt;br /&gt;I love my family&lt;br /&gt;but the weight placed on me&lt;br /&gt;sometimes becomes to much&lt;br /&gt;I am the one there&lt;br /&gt;day to day&lt;br /&gt;I am the one who takes care of all the little things&lt;br /&gt;and I like being that person&lt;br /&gt;what I could do without&lt;br /&gt;are the remarks made about me&lt;br /&gt;questioning me&lt;br /&gt;the blame when ever somethings&lt;br /&gt;not done&lt;br /&gt;Where is YOUR blame?&lt;br /&gt;why are these things always placed on me?&lt;br /&gt;and why do you assume I have ignored something important&lt;br /&gt;why is that your first thought?&lt;br /&gt;why not give me the benefit of the doubt?&lt;br /&gt;are you ever going to change your opinion of me?&lt;br /&gt;I am tired of always being to blame&lt;br /&gt;why am I your scape goat?&lt;br /&gt;if somethings not done for your parents&lt;br /&gt;shouldn't You be stepping up taking responsibility?&lt;br /&gt;I am fine with the fact&lt;br /&gt;that you all have no use for me now in your lives&lt;br /&gt;over the years your have made me feel I had done something wrong&lt;br /&gt;why was I an important part of your lives when you had a use for me?&lt;br /&gt;and now I am an only child with parents who have another set of kids&lt;br /&gt;I get that the age difference plays a big part in why we have no relationship&lt;br /&gt;and I am so sorry I am not the person I once was to you&lt;br /&gt;I can't change back into someone&lt;br /&gt;I didn't like being anymore&lt;br /&gt;I was good enough all those years to be a part of your children's lives&lt;br /&gt;but not good enough to be invited to their graduations&lt;br /&gt;not called when my niece is hospitalized?&lt;br /&gt;I am okay with not being a part of your lives&lt;br /&gt;we are so different&lt;br /&gt;our lives are so Different &lt;br /&gt;we remember things so different&lt;br /&gt;the way you where raised was different&lt;br /&gt;then the way I was&lt;br /&gt;Your lives surround the families you have made&lt;br /&gt;mine surrounds the one god gave to me&lt;br /&gt;they are all I have&lt;br /&gt;You will have future grand children&lt;br /&gt;in my future&lt;br /&gt;my parents pass away and I have nobody&lt;br /&gt;that's not my choice&lt;br /&gt;but it's what God decided for me&lt;br /&gt;I am tired&lt;br /&gt;and hurt&lt;br /&gt;by the things you say&lt;br /&gt;I do everything I can&lt;br /&gt;but I deserve to have a life too&lt;br /&gt;even if not having kids apparently means I don't have a life&lt;br /&gt;I am suppose to do it all&lt;br /&gt;well I am tired of doing it all&lt;br /&gt;They are your parents too&lt;br /&gt;and if something needs to be done&lt;br /&gt;stop depending on the fact that&lt;br /&gt;I in your mind am suppose to take care of everything&lt;br /&gt;The days that I am responsible for everything&lt;br /&gt;are over ..take your responsibility&lt;br /&gt;face the fact your parents are old and need more help then just I can provide&lt;br /&gt;and I should not have to give up my life&lt;br /&gt;to do everything for them&lt;br /&gt;when if all their children pitched in&lt;br /&gt;nobody would have to give up their lives&lt;br /&gt;but just sacrifice a bit of their time&lt;br /&gt;time ... that later when they are gone&lt;br /&gt;you will cherish&lt;br /&gt;not regret&lt;br /&gt;I am not an only child here&lt;br /&gt;maybe you can remember that when it comes to our parents&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579144323737822581-7926027027415941018?l=lorrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7926027027415941018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3579144323737822581&amp;postID=7926027027415941018&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579144323737822581/posts/default/7926027027415941018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579144323737822581/posts/default/7926027027415941018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorrinblog.blogspot.com/2010/04/tired.html' title='tired'/><author><name>Lorri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651352720159004319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' 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take time&lt;br /&gt;time..&lt;br /&gt;that seems like a simple answer&lt;br /&gt;something people say&lt;br /&gt;when they don't know how to bring you comfort&lt;br /&gt;but it's not simple&lt;br /&gt;it's not just something to say when one is hurting&lt;br /&gt;it's the truth&lt;br /&gt;in time you will be able to stand back&lt;br /&gt;to see everything that's happen with different eyes&lt;br /&gt;Raw emotions will heal&lt;br /&gt;cherished memories will come forth to bring you comfort&lt;br /&gt;it won't be the words shared to you by another that help that healing take place&lt;br /&gt;they are simply reminders from above that in time you will heal&lt;br /&gt;you will move forward&lt;br /&gt;right now it may not seem so&lt;br /&gt;but have no doubts that life will still happen&lt;br /&gt;even though right now it seems like life is happening all around you&lt;br /&gt;you can't find the path that seemed so important before this happen&lt;br /&gt;accept and know that this path is where you are suppose to be&lt;br /&gt;that change ..weather good or bad ..happy or sad..is never easily accepted&lt;br /&gt;we want to go back&lt;br /&gt;back to the way things where&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes we have no choice ..we can't go back&lt;br /&gt;I know that place and I know you are at that place now&lt;br /&gt;and yes life will never be quite the same from this day forward&lt;br /&gt;but know you gave your heart ..you gave your time ..you gave love&lt;br /&gt;you received love ..you received time ..you are loved&lt;br /&gt;and that love will find a way to help you heal&lt;br /&gt;it only takes time ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579144323737822581-8462662067576010291?l=lorrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8462662067576010291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3579144323737822581&amp;postID=8462662067576010291&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579144323737822581/posts/default/8462662067576010291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579144323737822581/posts/default/8462662067576010291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorrinblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/message-for-friend.html' title='message for a friend'/><author><name>Lorri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651352720159004319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTlocHv2ETc/SgDzqF2_yoI/AAAAAAAAAYc/GKfo3AyI-QQ/S220/l_3e73044ec846954a81a64ae039a3c428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579144323737822581.post-2982372965513696741</id><published>2010-03-05T13:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T13:11:29.635-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lorri.nichols'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal blogs'/><title type='text'>just a thought</title><content type='html'>You don't have to be perfect to inspire someone ...it's sharing the imperfections of who we are that truly inspire.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579144323737822581-2982372965513696741?l=lorrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTlocHv2ETc/SgDzqF2_yoI/AAAAAAAAAYc/GKfo3AyI-QQ/S220/l_3e73044ec846954a81a64ae039a3c428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579144323737822581.post-9092572168932751585</id><published>2010-01-15T21:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T21:37:06.799-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lorri.nichols'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal blogs'/><title type='text'>Tonights Gathering</title><content type='html'>a small group of strangers gathered tonight&lt;br /&gt;with candles and prayers and heavy hearts&lt;br /&gt;each knowing that prayer at this point&lt;br /&gt;is all we can really do&lt;br /&gt;Yes we can all give to a charity&lt;br /&gt;and we should ..if we can&lt;br /&gt;But that does not seem like enough&lt;br /&gt;So we gathered together&lt;br /&gt;there is something special&lt;br /&gt;about praying with others&lt;br /&gt;the energy that is shared&lt;br /&gt;it fills your spirit with hope&lt;br /&gt;hope that our prayers will help&lt;br /&gt;hope that our prayers give hope&lt;br /&gt;to those in need&lt;br /&gt;to those who have been lost ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know when things happen,in my life&lt;br /&gt;knowing people are praying for me&lt;br /&gt;always gives me hope&lt;br /&gt;gives me strength&lt;br /&gt;to carry on ..face what ever it is I need to face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we spoke tonight&lt;br /&gt;getting to know each others&lt;br /&gt;prayers for the people of Haiti&lt;br /&gt;it didn't feel like we where among strangers&lt;br /&gt;the energy in the group was in harmony&lt;br /&gt;all compassionate souls ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In different places in life&lt;br /&gt;different beliefs&lt;br /&gt;but none of that mattered&lt;br /&gt;it was the joining together&lt;br /&gt;with hopeful and caring hearts&lt;br /&gt;that mattered&lt;br /&gt;when we parted ways&lt;br /&gt;I hope each felt as I did&lt;br /&gt;that strangers have now become friends in our Lord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless those in need of God's Blessings tonight&lt;br /&gt;everywhere ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579144323737822581-9092572168932751585?l=lorrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9092572168932751585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3579144323737822581&amp;postID=9092572168932751585&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579144323737822581/posts/default/9092572168932751585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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after?</title><content type='html'>I have never believed in happy ever after&lt;br /&gt;maybe cause I grew up&lt;br /&gt;with parents who where not very happy together&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes abusive with each other&lt;br /&gt;yet they now have been married 50 years&lt;br /&gt;unless you count those few years they divorced&lt;br /&gt;then remarried lol&lt;br /&gt;My Nana who lived with us&lt;br /&gt;on the other hand had a wonderful marriage&lt;br /&gt;she and my grandfather where true soul mates&lt;br /&gt;she would tell me so&lt;br /&gt;but sadly he died suddenly of a heart attack when I was 3&lt;br /&gt;and I watched her miss him every day&lt;br /&gt;she would talk about him and them all the time&lt;br /&gt;she missed him every day till she died&lt;br /&gt;showing me that Happy does not last forever&lt;br /&gt;one way or another happy always ends&lt;br /&gt;so no I don't believe in happy ever after&lt;br /&gt;what I believe is&lt;br /&gt;that we have many levels of soul connections&lt;br /&gt;there is not just one person&lt;br /&gt;that will complete the picture in our minds of "happiness"&lt;br /&gt;that even the bad relationship we have ..&lt;br /&gt;they have purpose&lt;br /&gt;even those had happy moments&lt;br /&gt;but like all happy moments they end  ..&lt;br /&gt;cause nothing ends "happy" does it?&lt;br /&gt;I believe in contentment&lt;br /&gt;loving someone enough&lt;br /&gt;to go through all the bullshit&lt;br /&gt;life throws at them&lt;br /&gt;and sticking it out&lt;br /&gt;not because you have too&lt;br /&gt;but because you just can't let the other go&lt;br /&gt;even though at times they can make you so mad&lt;br /&gt;so crazy ..you just want to kill them lol&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes you think..&lt;br /&gt;Yes!!!... killing them would make me happy lol&lt;br /&gt;I believe that it's sometimes harder to stay together&lt;br /&gt;then break it off&lt;br /&gt;many..many  times over the span of a marriage&lt;br /&gt;but when all happiness is gone&lt;br /&gt;it's very hard to let it go ..I know this ..did this ..&lt;br /&gt;You are always hoping and praying happiness returns&lt;br /&gt;even a glimmer of what once was&lt;br /&gt;and when it's gone&lt;br /&gt;it's gone&lt;br /&gt;Personally I don't even want to label&lt;br /&gt;my relationship a marriage&lt;br /&gt;I don't know exactly why but&lt;br /&gt;it's my relationship&lt;br /&gt;yes I am married&lt;br /&gt;I have a piece of paper that says I am&lt;br /&gt;had that piece of paper now almost 13 years&lt;br /&gt;but in a moment of unhappiness&lt;br /&gt;I could burn that piece of paper&lt;br /&gt;and I could leave and not look back&lt;br /&gt;But I can't ...&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;because&lt;br /&gt;I would miss him&lt;br /&gt;my heart would hurt..&lt;br /&gt;just to see him&lt;br /&gt;talk to him&lt;br /&gt;kiss him&lt;br /&gt;be with him&lt;br /&gt;laugh with him&lt;br /&gt;fight with him&lt;br /&gt;lean on him&lt;br /&gt;hate him&lt;br /&gt;all those emotions&lt;br /&gt;is to me what "happiness" really is&lt;br /&gt;it's living&lt;br /&gt;it's what matters&lt;br /&gt;not the car we drive&lt;br /&gt;not how much money we make&lt;br /&gt;not the house in which we live&lt;br /&gt;it's the life between us&lt;br /&gt;it's the laughter&lt;br /&gt;and the fights&lt;br /&gt;the bond&lt;br /&gt;the love&lt;br /&gt;the strength&lt;br /&gt;the fight over the remote&lt;br /&gt;that's what happiness is to me&lt;br /&gt;will it last forever?&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;cause nothing lasts forever&lt;br /&gt;and nothing ever ends Happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;response to: Linda Lou Blog &lt;br /&gt;http://vegaslindalou.blogspot.com/2010/01/damn-you-susan-sarandon-and-tim-robbins.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579144323737822581-8857152110614634567?l=lorrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTlocHv2ETc/SgDzqF2_yoI/AAAAAAAAAYc/GKfo3AyI-QQ/S220/l_3e73044ec846954a81a64ae039a3c428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579144323737822581.post-7958736228628204717</id><published>2010-01-03T17:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T17:43:06.142-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personalblogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lorri.nichols'/><title type='text'>2010 my thoughts</title><content type='html'>so you thought&lt;br /&gt;this new year&lt;br /&gt;would bring on all these&lt;br /&gt;changes&lt;br /&gt;your holidays are over&lt;br /&gt;you probably feel&lt;br /&gt;a bit let down&lt;br /&gt;that it's now over&lt;br /&gt;and you now face a budget&lt;br /&gt;that is crunched&lt;br /&gt;welcome to 2010&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you let yourself&lt;br /&gt;believe ..&lt;br /&gt;maybe hope is a better word&lt;br /&gt;that 2010 would bring on everything positive&lt;br /&gt;well for the most of us&lt;br /&gt;2010 has already started to challenge our "hope"&lt;br /&gt;those big hopes we had&lt;br /&gt;seem to be diminishing&lt;br /&gt;and it's only the 3rd day in to 2010 lol&lt;br /&gt;We need to remind ourselves&lt;br /&gt;that when we find ourselves in darkness&lt;br /&gt;always comes a light to show us the way&lt;br /&gt;we have to make choices&lt;br /&gt;we have to take chances&lt;br /&gt;and we have to have faith in each other&lt;br /&gt;even when having faith in that person&lt;br /&gt;shakes your since of security&lt;br /&gt;or your since of normalcy&lt;br /&gt;sometimes you have to give up a bit of comfort&lt;br /&gt;a bit of your thought of what's right&lt;br /&gt;and let that person and You know who it is&lt;br /&gt;let that person lead&lt;br /&gt;have faith in that person&lt;br /&gt;You have to give up a little control&lt;br /&gt;share with that person&lt;br /&gt;and give the rest to God&lt;br /&gt;you have to Pray&lt;br /&gt;you have to stay in the positive&lt;br /&gt;you have to have hope&lt;br /&gt;hope in that this change within you will let&lt;br /&gt;someone else grow too&lt;br /&gt;you have wanted to direct things&lt;br /&gt;take control&lt;br /&gt;but you can't control this time&lt;br /&gt;this phase&lt;br /&gt;this New Year&lt;br /&gt;You will need to lean on each other&lt;br /&gt;You will need to find middle ground&lt;br /&gt;and be tolerant of another's lead&lt;br /&gt;it's scary&lt;br /&gt;and your not sure you know how to let go ..&lt;br /&gt;even a little bit&lt;br /&gt;but You know you need too&lt;br /&gt;You know that growth is needed&lt;br /&gt;within both of you&lt;br /&gt;so now the time&lt;br /&gt;the challenges you will face&lt;br /&gt;will be scary at times&lt;br /&gt;you will feel hopeless&lt;br /&gt;but you will lean on each other&lt;br /&gt;find hope in the others growth&lt;br /&gt;you may even find the friend you thought was gone&lt;br /&gt;or one that you never really had before &lt;br /&gt;are you ready ?&lt;br /&gt;ready to hand over some of your control?&lt;br /&gt;time to get ready&lt;br /&gt;it will make the first phase of 2010 a whole lot better if you do..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579144323737822581-7958736228628204717?l=lorrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7958736228628204717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3579144323737822581&amp;postID=7958736228628204717&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579144323737822581/posts/default/7958736228628204717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579144323737822581/posts/default/7958736228628204717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorrinblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010-my-thoughts.html' title='2010 my thoughts'/><author><name>Lorri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651352720159004319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTlocHv2ETc/SgDzqF2_yoI/AAAAAAAAAYc/GKfo3AyI-QQ/S220/l_3e73044ec846954a81a64ae039a3c428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579144323737822581.post-2734268722819860545</id><published>2009-12-31T12:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T12:34:09.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 50th Wedding Anniversary Mom and Dad!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579144323737822581.post-3979128327446884612</id><published>2009-12-24T12:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T12:17:47.716-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal.blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='onlinelove'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lorri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gracie'/><title type='text'>I found true love online !!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DTlocHv2ETc/SzOhXeH2IvI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/DofFgZ7Tc-A/s1600-h/gracie+post.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DTlocHv2ETc/SzOhXeH2IvI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/DofFgZ7Tc-A/s320/gracie+post.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418852201251873522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Day 2005&lt;br /&gt;I am searching online&lt;br /&gt;I come across this pet site&lt;br /&gt;I love dogs so I took a peak&lt;br /&gt;I am searching pages and pages of adorable adoptable pets&lt;br /&gt;when I come across the one ..&lt;br /&gt;a itty bitty baby with big Paws and floppy ears&lt;br /&gt;Her name was Chubs and she was in need of a home before it was to late&lt;br /&gt;It's Christmas day ..but I call anyway&lt;br /&gt;The next day I drove 4 hours to pick her up&lt;br /&gt;She is thin&lt;br /&gt;dirty and smelly&lt;br /&gt;But when I pick her up she licks my cheek&lt;br /&gt;The place that called it's self a rescue&lt;br /&gt;was nothing more then a puppy mill&lt;br /&gt;Puppies stacked in cages&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to take them all home&lt;br /&gt;I signed the papers&lt;br /&gt;made sure to get a card&lt;br /&gt;The next day I called and reported the lady&lt;br /&gt;only thing I could do to help the rest&lt;br /&gt;within days Chubs had started to perk up&lt;br /&gt;showing her personality&lt;br /&gt;She was small but had big Paws&lt;br /&gt;which made it hard to keep her balance&lt;br /&gt;So I renamed her&lt;br /&gt;Gracie&lt;br /&gt;because she is anything but graceful&lt;br /&gt;who names a girl dog Chubs anyway&lt;br /&gt;She is now 100 lbs of Love and affection&lt;br /&gt;she is my protector&lt;br /&gt;she is my constant companion&lt;br /&gt;She has many nick names&lt;br /&gt;smoochy face&lt;br /&gt;Kissing bandit&lt;br /&gt;baby girl&lt;br /&gt;She is Love&lt;br /&gt;and she is loved.&lt;br /&gt;I can truly say I found true love online!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579144323737822581-3979128327446884612?l=lorrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' 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learned'/><author><name>Lorri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651352720159004319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTlocHv2ETc/SgDzqF2_yoI/AAAAAAAAAYc/GKfo3AyI-QQ/S220/l_3e73044ec846954a81a64ae039a3c428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579144323737822581.post-1577008495726703843</id><published>2009-10-30T13:32:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T14:13:57.143-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal.blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in memory of'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lorri.nichols'/><title type='text'>journal entry Oct /2007</title><content type='html'>This is a journal entry a year after she passed&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to share it here&lt;br /&gt;it took me a year &lt;br /&gt;to be able to write about it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In late October of last year &lt;br /&gt;I called in hospice care to help relieve Grandma's pain&lt;br /&gt;While I was against the thought of doing so&lt;br /&gt;Knowing the outcome would mean her passing.&lt;br /&gt;I could no longer sit aside and watch her in such pain &lt;br /&gt;it would have been weak and selfish &lt;br /&gt;of me not to take the steps to help ease her pain.&lt;br /&gt;We had talked openly before the pain was this bad &lt;br /&gt;and I knew her wishes was not to be in pain for me to help the doctors stop the pain. &lt;br /&gt;I very much battled to do what was right &lt;br /&gt;even though I felt God should be in control.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't see at first he always was..&lt;br /&gt;When her pain started to ease which took high levels of pain meds..&lt;br /&gt;she smiled at me and said no pain Lorri..&lt;br /&gt;no..no pain anymore ..your my angel and smiled and drifted off to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew that I had done the right thing and that God was on this path with me whispering in my ear and giving me strength &lt;br /&gt;I never knew I had. &lt;br /&gt;In the first few days she was feeling no pain while she didn't have an appetite&lt;br /&gt;she did have many moments of pain free reflection with me ..grandpa and her helpers. Three days into the treatments her pain at ease she awake to see all her helpers gathered around her. &lt;br /&gt;I had not called them but we all gathered there that night &lt;br /&gt;they where all there while we talk and tell "Millie" stories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She awoke to ask me ..&lt;br /&gt;Lorri am I dying? &lt;br /&gt;a quiet shock came over everyone's faces .&lt;br /&gt;as I bent down to place my face closer to hers &lt;br /&gt;so I could look her in the eyes&lt;br /&gt;I told her with every strength I could gather &lt;br /&gt;I said I believe so Grams but I am not God ..&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell you everything I said in those next moments&lt;br /&gt;all I know is that when I was finished &lt;br /&gt;she smiled at me then said &lt;br /&gt;what a beautiful way to die.&lt;br /&gt;I looked up to see everyone in the room in tears..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace over took the room she loved so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had filled her room with colored lights and inspirational and christian music cds played 24 hours a day..&lt;br /&gt;she had soft lighting in the room for us to see but the room glowed from within.&lt;br /&gt;I had many of my crystals laying about area's of the bedroom &lt;br /&gt;on her lap every moment of the day sat a purple beanie baby I gave her when she became so sick.&lt;br /&gt;Clear quartz crystal lay within her palm..Angels and her favorite teddy bears positioned just as she would have wanted.&lt;br /&gt;A place for grandpa to spend his final moments with the love of his life ..and the two hummingbirds on her closet doors above her "the sign from above" she was in the right place when she called this house ..home.&lt;br /&gt;We spent 6 days caring for her I was there pretty much twenty four hour's a day &lt;br /&gt;even though I had her wonderful helpers there &lt;br /&gt;I had to be there ..&lt;br /&gt;when it was time.I called in Pastors and spiritualist they read scripture and Prayer for Grandma.They where kind to me &lt;br /&gt;and allowed me to cry, allowed me to feel any way I needed to feel at any given moment.For them and my friends  I will forever be grateful. I helped cleans grams aura and get her ready for her passing. We talked openly and honestly her final days in her awaken moments..and when I needed to do things for her that I knew would be uncomfortable &lt;br /&gt;I would talk to her telling her how sorry I was that I had no choice &lt;br /&gt;when I needed her reinsurance she would supply it ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saying it's okay angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day before she died ..&lt;br /&gt;just me and Brenda in the room she seemed aggravated so we tried to calm her best we could ..when this fragile old women decides to try to lunge forward in  bed and yells Jesus WAIT! &lt;br /&gt;Brenda and I looked at each other and laughed  ..&lt;br /&gt;I said Grandma! you don't take your Body to heaven! &lt;br /&gt;Brenda and I both laughed as we laid her back into bed.&lt;br /&gt;The next twenty four hours was the hardest &lt;br /&gt;grandpa was so sad &lt;br /&gt;and I was so tired I can barely remember now much of what went on..&lt;br /&gt;but the morning she passed away &lt;br /&gt;I was there no helpers just me ..at 4 :30 am I gave her, her meds one last time. &lt;br /&gt;I washed her up and changed her night gown to the favorite purple one she loved so much.&lt;br /&gt;I laid her cross on her lap &lt;br /&gt;and her beanie baby still sat right on her lap.&lt;br /&gt;I brushed her hair putting in her favorite butterfly clips and I sat alone in her room ..&lt;br /&gt;I did all the talking that morning her breathing was very shallow and her time was almost gone..I sat holding her hand telling her it was time to go ..&lt;br /&gt;that I would take care of grandpa now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out of her room around 5:45 am and sat on the couch and cried myself to sleep it didn't seem long but at 6:30 am I heard a voice say goodbye ..&lt;br /&gt;I knew &lt;br /&gt;I awake&lt;br /&gt;find myself running down the hallway to her room ..&lt;br /&gt;as I passed Gramp's door he was up too ..&lt;br /&gt;he started to follow me when I stopped told him to let me check on her first and I'll call you in and a little bit .&lt;br /&gt;He complied and went back to his room &lt;br /&gt;when I entered the room I already knew my grandma was gone.&lt;br /&gt; My medical side took over and I did the things I needed to do &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then the grand daughter side came out and as I said my goodbyes I cried and held her hand..and Prayed for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I went out and went to call my dad..Then I told grandpa she was gone ...&lt;br /&gt;I had cleaned her all up and she lay peacefully in her room ..&lt;br /&gt;grandpa spent time with her said his final goodbyes and then came out to greet my father. &lt;br /&gt;My father went in shortly and then he and my grand father left the house while I waited alone for the visiting nurse and the funeral home &lt;br /&gt;I had prearranged to come to the house when time.&lt;br /&gt;I made phone calls and let everyone know she was gone..the nurse came and went &lt;br /&gt;then the funeral home came and they helped me by removing her rings.&lt;br /&gt;I just couldn't bring myself to do that.&lt;br /&gt;They took her body away and I went home for a short while sat and cried &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;knew my life was forever changed again...&lt;br /&gt;as I sat and cried I realized then I had really grown to love her so much ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life wouldn't be the same now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the experience I will never forget nor regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even her favorite rose bushes knew what was coming...&lt;br /&gt;outside their front door was a big rose bush, my grand mother loved so much. She would bless the bushes,cut them back ,tie them up ...she gave them life. When they first moved in the bush was nearly dead but when grams moved in the bushes every year got bigger and fuller. This years roses where just amazing the branches reached for the sky and the roses bloomed on every branch. She was so proud..and it was so beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been almost a year since grandma passed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rose bushes she cherished so much..&lt;br /&gt;I still see her so proudly pruning and blessing them every year..&lt;br /&gt;Well They didn't bloom this year..&lt;br /&gt;Guess she took them to heaven with her..&lt;br /&gt;I am not surprised..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579144323737822581-1577008495726703843?l=lorrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1577008495726703843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3579144323737822581&amp;postID=1577008495726703843&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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term='personal.blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lorri.nichols'/><title type='text'>three years ago this week</title><content type='html'>It was three years ago this week.&lt;br /&gt;I called hospice to help stop my grandmothers pain..&lt;br /&gt;Looking back today it was the most Faithful act in my life ...so far&lt;br /&gt;when you come to that moment ..&lt;br /&gt;when you have to make that decision&lt;br /&gt;you have no choice but to act in faith ..&lt;br /&gt;I struggled with the choice ..&lt;br /&gt;I Questioned ..&lt;br /&gt;I Prayed&lt;br /&gt;but in that moment ..&lt;br /&gt;I had to depend on my Faith ..&lt;br /&gt;and in my grandmothers wishes&lt;br /&gt;I faced my fear ..&lt;br /&gt;I faced my anger ..&lt;br /&gt;I faced my selfish wants&lt;br /&gt;I faced my pain&lt;br /&gt;I faced facts&lt;br /&gt;and acted in faith &lt;br /&gt;I had felt times of question that first year&lt;br /&gt;wondering if God understood  ..&lt;br /&gt;in these times of wonder ...&lt;br /&gt;I have been shown my answer&lt;br /&gt;a bible passage ..&lt;br /&gt;a friend ...&lt;br /&gt;my church pasture..&lt;br /&gt;my grandfather ..&lt;br /&gt;my grandmother's things appearing out of place&lt;br /&gt;Hearing her now still saying .."your my angel "&lt;br /&gt;a reader whom gave me several messages from her and my Nana&lt;br /&gt;whom returned to me a piece of the past that touched my heart&lt;br /&gt;and validation of those messages only Grams and Nana could give ..&lt;br /&gt;back then could have never knew&lt;br /&gt;I would have peace in my heart now..&lt;br /&gt;I can tell you today ..&lt;br /&gt;I have peace in my heart in so many area's of my life &lt;br /&gt;I was truly given such a gift in the experience&lt;br /&gt;it made me more faithful &lt;br /&gt;well maybe not more faithful...&lt;br /&gt;more like I finally understood what it really was&lt;br /&gt;to just depend on faith .. &lt;br /&gt;and to realize I had it ...&lt;br /&gt;I had faith&lt;br /&gt;and through her dying experience &lt;br /&gt;my faith in the after life was confirmed over and over again&lt;br /&gt;I had always questioned my strength..&lt;br /&gt;ever since my Nana passed when I was a kid..&lt;br /&gt;in a lot of ways the reasons for my choices to even care for my grandmother was because of her.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't take care of her ..&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't make her better ..&lt;br /&gt;I was a kid&lt;br /&gt;As a kid when she passed I couldn't say good bye ..&lt;br /&gt;I was to scared of what I saw in that hospital room&lt;br /&gt;I always regretted not being able to voice the words ..&lt;br /&gt;I love you Nana&lt;br /&gt;I asked my mother to tell her for me ..&lt;br /&gt;But in all this I was able to see my strength..&lt;br /&gt;I was able to say ..Good bye Grandma ...I love you ..&lt;br /&gt;Tell Nana Marie I love her ..&lt;br /&gt;Some how in this whole experience &lt;br /&gt;I was able to forgive the child in me who was not strong enough..&lt;br /&gt;I was able to come to terms with not only my Grandmothers death &lt;br /&gt;but my Nana's too..&lt;br /&gt;While I knew from the beginning that this experience would change me forever ..&lt;br /&gt;I truly never could have imagined healing a lot of the wounds &lt;br /&gt;I held from childhood.&lt;br /&gt;I truly never could have imagined I would find peace within my self ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Thank you God for leading me down this path~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579144323737822581-2745309937569394144?l=lorrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2745309937569394144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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laugh&lt;br /&gt;You know, I'm not who I was&lt;br /&gt;You were there, you were right above me&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder if you ever loved me&lt;br /&gt;Just for who I was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the pain came back again&lt;br /&gt;Like a bitter friend&lt;br /&gt;It was all that I could do&lt;br /&gt;To keep myself from blaming you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reckon it's a funny thing&lt;br /&gt;I figured out I can sing&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm not who I was&lt;br /&gt;I write about love and such&lt;br /&gt;Maybe 'cause I want it so much&lt;br /&gt;I'm not who I was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking maybe I&lt;br /&gt;I should let you know&lt;br /&gt;I am not the same&lt;br /&gt;But I never did forget your name&lt;br /&gt;Hello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the thing I find most amazing&lt;br /&gt;In amazing grace&lt;br /&gt;Is the chance to give it out&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's what love is all about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you could see me now&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could show you how&lt;br /&gt;I'm not who I was ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;This speaks to me..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579144323737822581-3705989114137440903?l=lorrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3705989114137440903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3579144323737822581&amp;postID=3705989114137440903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579144323737822581/posts/default/3705989114137440903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579144323737822581/posts/default/3705989114137440903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorrinblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-not-who-i-was-lyrics.html' title='I&apos;m Not Who I Was Lyrics ~'/><author><name>Lorri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651352720159004319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTlocHv2ETc/SgDzqF2_yoI/AAAAAAAAAYc/GKfo3AyI-QQ/S220/l_3e73044ec846954a81a64ae039a3c428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579144323737822581.post-8385124046337615216</id><published>2009-10-23T12:32:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T13:19:31.710-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lorr.blogs.personal'/><title type='text'>todays thoughts / yesterdays post</title><content type='html'>I been thinking about my post yesterday&lt;br /&gt;and how fucked up I sounded to myself&lt;br /&gt;I am angry with myself&lt;br /&gt;beating myself up today&lt;br /&gt;and feeling naked&lt;br /&gt;it might be that when I was about hit post&lt;br /&gt;D had just got home&lt;br /&gt;and he asked me what you doing&lt;br /&gt;I said writing in my blog&lt;br /&gt;he asked what's it about&lt;br /&gt;I said my feelings ..thoughts&lt;br /&gt;he said oh okay..&lt;br /&gt;and was content with that answer&lt;br /&gt;or knew not to dig any deeper&lt;br /&gt;by my short answers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which now makes me feel like a jerk&lt;br /&gt;I could probably tell him the truth&lt;br /&gt;that I don't really know why&lt;br /&gt;but right now this person is on my mind&lt;br /&gt;somethings maybe happening with him&lt;br /&gt;after all sometimes&lt;br /&gt;I think I confuse my intuition about him&lt;br /&gt;with the feelings about him&lt;br /&gt;I tend to connect that way with some people&lt;br /&gt;it's a gift I do believe&lt;br /&gt;but also a curse&lt;br /&gt;it makes my own emotions hard to figure out&lt;br /&gt;either this is all about my emotions&lt;br /&gt;or it's something happening with him&lt;br /&gt;and unless I get validation from someone&lt;br /&gt;I don't know which it is&lt;br /&gt;so I am left to wonder&lt;br /&gt;then I think about all that, as a write it&lt;br /&gt;and think what must people who read this think&lt;br /&gt;I really don't think I am crazy&lt;br /&gt;I just think I am like everyone else&lt;br /&gt;and trying to figure out my life&lt;br /&gt;I just happen to write it all out&lt;br /&gt;while others work things out internally&lt;br /&gt;or I am just crazy lol&lt;br /&gt;which ever&lt;br /&gt;it's me&lt;br /&gt;this is where my head it at this morning..&lt;br /&gt;but it's time to let it go&lt;br /&gt;intuition or feelings &lt;br /&gt;does not really matter &lt;br /&gt;validation either way &lt;br /&gt;will come &lt;br /&gt;or &lt;br /&gt;not &lt;br /&gt;I just have to wait and see ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579144323737822581-8385124046337615216?l=lorrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8385124046337615216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3579144323737822581&amp;postID=8385124046337615216&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579144323737822581/posts/default/8385124046337615216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579144323737822581/posts/default/8385124046337615216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorrinblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/todays-thoughts-yesterdays-post.html' title='todays thoughts / yesterdays post'/><author><name>Lorri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651352720159004319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTlocHv2ETc/SgDzqF2_yoI/AAAAAAAAAYc/GKfo3AyI-QQ/S220/l_3e73044ec846954a81a64ae039a3c428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579144323737822581.post-4314207351791950421</id><published>2009-10-22T13:26:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T17:15:58.020-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal.blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lorri.nichols'/><title type='text'>conflicted</title><content type='html'>After all these years&lt;br /&gt;I still think about you almost every day&lt;br /&gt;still find you in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;sometimes I wonder..&lt;br /&gt;If I will ever get back the piece of my heart&lt;br /&gt;you still hold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes I emotionally beat myself up&lt;br /&gt;about allowing myself to think about you&lt;br /&gt;here I am&lt;br /&gt;moved on&lt;br /&gt;in every aspect of my life&lt;br /&gt;but still your memory lingers&lt;br /&gt;and so does my guilt &lt;br /&gt;guilt for the way we ended &lt;br /&gt;guilt for still wishing for a way &lt;br /&gt;to be forgiven.. &lt;br /&gt;by you &lt;br /&gt;I remember my younger life&lt;br /&gt;every experience&lt;br /&gt;every memory&lt;br /&gt;you where there&lt;br /&gt;I can't just erase you out of my memory&lt;br /&gt;life would probably be easier if I could&lt;br /&gt;but there's a part of me that..&lt;br /&gt;wants to always remember&lt;br /&gt;always feel that connection&lt;br /&gt;always have that piece of my heart ...&lt;br /&gt;missing&lt;br /&gt;I found myself last night&lt;br /&gt;wishing you would come to my dreams&lt;br /&gt;so we could talk again &lt;br /&gt;like we have in my dreams &lt;br /&gt;maybe then somehow I could &lt;br /&gt;stop the thoughts of you..&lt;br /&gt;laying there in the dark&lt;br /&gt;unable to sleep&lt;br /&gt;wishing you come to my dream&lt;br /&gt;how wrong is that..&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't want that&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't need that&lt;br /&gt;it's so unfair&lt;br /&gt;I am weak&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to make this all go away&lt;br /&gt;it comes in phases&lt;br /&gt;sometimes during these phases &lt;br /&gt;I find things out about something &lt;br /&gt;going on in your life &lt;br /&gt;through old friends.&lt;br /&gt;I don't seek it &lt;br /&gt;but the insight finds me ..&lt;br /&gt;and in those weeks that follow &lt;br /&gt;your on my mind less and less&lt;br /&gt;but right now &lt;br /&gt;your here ...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think to myself &lt;br /&gt;How can I say&lt;br /&gt;I am happy with my life&lt;br /&gt;with who I am..&lt;br /&gt;who I am with &lt;br /&gt;and still think about the past&lt;br /&gt;still have one foot in the past&lt;br /&gt;someday I hope to be able to take that last step forward&lt;br /&gt;to see the door behind me close&lt;br /&gt;and be at ease with the past&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to take that step forward&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I really want too&lt;br /&gt;it will never erase the past&lt;br /&gt;those memories will still linger on&lt;br /&gt;maybe that's what true love does&lt;br /&gt;maybe that's the why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe I am just broken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could never explain&lt;br /&gt;my feelings&lt;br /&gt;and feel good about it&lt;br /&gt;to him&lt;br /&gt;to the man who shares my life&lt;br /&gt;the man who's there for me&lt;br /&gt;been there with me through so much&lt;br /&gt;my feelings&lt;br /&gt;are so unfair to him&lt;br /&gt;I know this..&lt;br /&gt;but maybe that's is just the way it is &lt;br /&gt;love the second time around .. &lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to change it&lt;br /&gt;sometimes I don't think you can do &lt;br /&gt;a damn thing about it ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I live with it..&lt;br /&gt;deal with my past&lt;br /&gt;on my own &lt;br /&gt;in my soul&lt;br /&gt;write and share myself through my blogs&lt;br /&gt;hoping not to be understood by the reader&lt;br /&gt;but in hopes to understand more about myself&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579144323737822581-4314207351791950421?l=lorrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4314207351791950421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3579144323737822581&amp;postID=4314207351791950421&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579144323737822581/posts/default/4314207351791950421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579144323737822581/posts/default/4314207351791950421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorrinblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/conflicted-thoughts.html' title='conflicted'/><author><name>Lorri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651352720159004319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTlocHv2ETc/SgDzqF2_yoI/AAAAAAAAAYc/GKfo3AyI-QQ/S220/l_3e73044ec846954a81a64ae039a3c428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579144323737822581.post-3815166892112819405</id><published>2009-09-30T10:06:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T10:52:05.820-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lorr.blogs.personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missing you'/><title type='text'>Missing you..friend</title><content type='html'>a good friend of mine died last month &lt;br /&gt;very suddenly&lt;br /&gt;she was 2 years younger then me &lt;br /&gt;had 5 kids all under the age of 12.&lt;br /&gt;The day she died her husband left her ..&lt;br /&gt;he had given her divorce papers recently and he was really moving out this time...&lt;br /&gt;we where talking about her feelings about her fears through email like we had over 8 years.&lt;br /&gt;I had to go to the store real quick, &lt;br /&gt;while I waited for her to email back  ..&lt;br /&gt;sending her a...&lt;br /&gt;"keep the faith" &lt;br /&gt;faerie from some faerie app I use &lt;br /&gt;before grabbing my keys and heading out the door.&lt;br /&gt;When I came back I checked my email ..&lt;br /&gt;nothing &lt;br /&gt;I checked her fB page&lt;br /&gt;saw she had been talking to many of her friends ..&lt;br /&gt;many people giving her support and encouragement in what she faced ahead. &lt;br /&gt;Which I was so happy to see ..&lt;br /&gt;I was so worried about her.&lt;br /&gt;The next morning word hit her face book page, &lt;br /&gt;at first I thought it was a mean joke &lt;br /&gt;but soon came to pass and realize she is really gone. &lt;br /&gt;Within an hour of her last FB post she died. &lt;br /&gt;I was in shock and scared ..&lt;br /&gt;scared my friend did something to herself to be quite honest with you.&lt;br /&gt;It's now been a month since she died and no word on what happen really &lt;br /&gt;other then she had a seizure and died at the grocery store. &lt;br /&gt;But I don't know of any history of this ..&lt;br /&gt;dang I knew when she had pms and or a cold&lt;br /&gt;when her and hubby where fighting&lt;br /&gt;I knew when her kids where sick &lt;br /&gt;I knew so much...&lt;br /&gt;there is no way I wouldn't know of some disorder she had. &lt;br /&gt;Her family who posted on her page seemed very shocked,&lt;br /&gt;so it can't be some disorder, it seems to me they would have known she had it...&lt;br /&gt;Her husband changed his fb status a few days before her death to single ...then a few days after her death to widow. &lt;br /&gt;He updated her face book page ..&lt;br /&gt;letting us all know of her passing and funeral arrangements ...&lt;br /&gt;yet she told me he didn't have any of her passwords many times...&lt;br /&gt;it's just very odd. &lt;br /&gt;He is not releasing any further info on what took my friends life. &lt;br /&gt;I was told about the seizure from an aunt of her's ..I emailed. &lt;br /&gt;Many have asked on her fb page&lt;br /&gt;what the autopsy reports are on her death. &lt;br /&gt;The timing of her death is concerning to many of us I am sure.&lt;br /&gt;But he is no longer responding to us... &lt;br /&gt;I know it's very personal information&lt;br /&gt;but we where personable friends for many year's.&lt;br /&gt;A week and half after her death &lt;br /&gt;he thanked all his friends and family for their support &lt;br /&gt;and that he can now move on with his life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I can't ..&lt;br /&gt;every day I see her picture among my friends. &lt;br /&gt;Every where I go, FB, mySp, yahoo, groups&lt;br /&gt;every app we both played there she is ..&lt;br /&gt;I removed her from my crews and yet her avatar pops up &lt;br /&gt;asks me to drop her a note or send her a gift..come tell her a joke... &lt;br /&gt;I don't have the heart to delete her page&lt;br /&gt;Every day when I log in ..&lt;br /&gt;her picture seems to always be one of the top 3 ..&lt;br /&gt;the other night while joking with some friends &lt;br /&gt;I searched God on face book and up come a page &lt;br /&gt;when I get to the page &lt;br /&gt;who's picture in in the top 3 ..&lt;br /&gt;my friend. &lt;br /&gt;I will probably never know what really happen ..&lt;br /&gt;what took my friends life.&lt;br /&gt;If it was a hidden illness or something else. &lt;br /&gt;All I do know is it's hard to lay her to rest &lt;br /&gt;in my heart and mind without knowing ..&lt;br /&gt;without closure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Miss you friend&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579144323737822581-3815166892112819405?l=lorrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3815166892112819405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3579144323737822581&amp;postID=3815166892112819405&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579144323737822581/posts/default/3815166892112819405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579144323737822581/posts/default/3815166892112819405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorrinblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/missing-youfriend.html' title='Missing you..friend'/><author><name>Lorri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651352720159004319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTlocHv2ETc/SgDzqF2_yoI/AAAAAAAAAYc/GKfo3AyI-QQ/S220/l_3e73044ec846954a81a64ae039a3c428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579144323737822581.post-6632682457220710413</id><published>2009-09-26T09:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T09:44:21.462-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal.blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lorri nichols'/><title type='text'>a visit from the past brings questions to myself</title><content type='html'>Ran into an old friend&lt;br /&gt;one whom was my friend&lt;br /&gt;when I was at my worst&lt;br /&gt;when I was someone&lt;br /&gt;I am not proud of&lt;br /&gt;when I burned my bridges&lt;br /&gt;when I didn't see what was right in front of me&lt;br /&gt;when I thought the grass was greener on the other side&lt;br /&gt;when I thought&lt;br /&gt;I was not worthy of love&lt;br /&gt;when I didn't really understand&lt;br /&gt;what love was&lt;br /&gt;when I was someone else&lt;br /&gt;when I lived a different life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and while I have come so far&lt;br /&gt;in my life&lt;br /&gt;learned lessons&lt;br /&gt;learned to love myself&lt;br /&gt;learned what it really means to love someone&lt;br /&gt;learned never to burn bridges&lt;br /&gt;learned the grass is the same damn color over there&lt;br /&gt;learned I am worthy of Love&lt;br /&gt;learned who I was&lt;br /&gt;learned who I am&lt;br /&gt;learned who I want to be&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This old friend -stranger&lt;br /&gt;still looked at me&lt;br /&gt;as if I where her ..&lt;br /&gt;the girl I once was&lt;br /&gt;our conversation&lt;br /&gt;brought everything from my past&lt;br /&gt;back into my today&lt;br /&gt;did she really not see me ?&lt;br /&gt;hear me?&lt;br /&gt;think that I could change?&lt;br /&gt;think I was that same person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;she did&lt;br /&gt;I could hear it in her voice&lt;br /&gt;I could see it in the way she looked at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or was it just me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I posed this question to myself&lt;br /&gt;have I not completely forgiven myself yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my inner voice says no&lt;br /&gt;so maybe it was me&lt;br /&gt;maybe I saw in her eyes&lt;br /&gt;what I choose to see&lt;br /&gt;maybe the conversation&lt;br /&gt;went the way it did because&lt;br /&gt;that's the only connection we had&lt;br /&gt;what else would we talk about&lt;br /&gt;maybe if she knew me ..&lt;br /&gt;now&lt;br /&gt;but down deep&lt;br /&gt;I know that I burned that bridge&lt;br /&gt;so long ago&lt;br /&gt;my life took another path&lt;br /&gt;I have turned so many corners since then&lt;br /&gt;I could never find my way back&lt;br /&gt;I am not that person&lt;br /&gt;I am nothing like that person&lt;br /&gt;even though that person ..&lt;br /&gt;was Me ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579144323737822581-6632682457220710413?l=lorrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6632682457220710413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3579144323737822581&amp;postID=6632682457220710413&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579144323737822581/posts/default/6632682457220710413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lorri nichols'/><title type='text'>seasons</title><content type='html'>The tree's here are starting to change color&lt;br /&gt;the days sunny and warm&lt;br /&gt;but there's a chill in the air &lt;br /&gt;that chilly wind that suddenly appears from no where&lt;br /&gt;nights are cold and damp&lt;br /&gt;added an extra blanket to the bed&lt;br /&gt;even had to turn on the heat last night&lt;br /&gt;Mornings are a cold start&lt;br /&gt;but by this afternoon the sun will be shinning&lt;br /&gt;getting back into my fall and winter routines&lt;br /&gt;which by winter will mean&lt;br /&gt;a lot more online time for me lol&lt;br /&gt;before long the first snow will come&lt;br /&gt;while I dread the winter&lt;br /&gt;to watch the snow falling on&lt;br /&gt;a cold winters day is breath taking&lt;br /&gt;specially when I am all cozy warm inside my house&lt;br /&gt;on my laptop lol&lt;br /&gt;But seriously &lt;br /&gt;when I think about up coming seasons&lt;br /&gt;I often wonder besides weather changes&lt;br /&gt;what changes will come to my life&lt;br /&gt;but I only let myself think about ..shortly&lt;br /&gt;it becomes to much to think about&lt;br /&gt;to overwhelming to me anyway&lt;br /&gt;I learned taking care of my grandparents&lt;br /&gt;to just take life one day at a time&lt;br /&gt;because you can plan every little thing&lt;br /&gt;every minute of everyday&lt;br /&gt;but life will happen&lt;br /&gt;and living in life's time line&lt;br /&gt;means depending on your faith&lt;br /&gt;which I do&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what tomorrow might bring&lt;br /&gt;but I know what ever it is&lt;br /&gt;I will find a way through it all&lt;br /&gt;that's what you do &lt;br /&gt;so for today I will focus &lt;br /&gt;on the last days of summer &lt;br /&gt;and enjoy the first days of fall &lt;br /&gt;and take a deep breath &lt;br /&gt;and be thankful &lt;br /&gt;for it all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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Dad'/><author><name>Lorri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651352720159004319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTlocHv2ETc/SgDzqF2_yoI/AAAAAAAAAYc/GKfo3AyI-QQ/S220/l_3e73044ec846954a81a64ae039a3c428.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DTlocHv2ETc/SrOqcAJnfcI/AAAAAAAAAbU/pnDAbbO6pUw/s72-c/Picture+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579144323737822581.post-2032109776190343878</id><published>2009-08-22T09:14:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T09:16:06.267-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye "Gin"</title><content type='html'>After battling for her life&lt;br /&gt;in recent months&lt;br /&gt;"Gin" has gone home&lt;br /&gt;to be with the Lord&lt;br /&gt;She passed&lt;br /&gt;peacefully&lt;br /&gt;at home&lt;br /&gt;Gin or as I called her Grandma W&lt;br /&gt;was one of the sweetest women&lt;br /&gt;I have ever met&lt;br /&gt;with her small voice&lt;br /&gt;and big opinions&lt;br /&gt;she lived a long&lt;br /&gt;and happy simple life&lt;br /&gt;even when life was not always happy&lt;br /&gt;"Gin" always showed her contentment with her life&lt;br /&gt;always had a smile to share&lt;br /&gt;in recent years..&lt;br /&gt;age and illness had taken it's toll..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the heart and soul of the family&lt;br /&gt;everyone knew she was ready to go home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her husband of like forever&lt;br /&gt;"Rocky" was there by her side&lt;br /&gt;fighting to keep her here with us&lt;br /&gt;showing us all&lt;br /&gt;the stuff our Rocky is made of&lt;br /&gt;even if his thinking and reactions&lt;br /&gt;are one of a confused older man..&lt;br /&gt;set in his ways&lt;br /&gt;his beliefs are from another time&lt;br /&gt;and place&lt;br /&gt;while the world has changed&lt;br /&gt;Rocky and Gin always just stayed&lt;br /&gt;"Rocky and Gin"&lt;br /&gt;the family&lt;br /&gt;are all going to miss her greatly&lt;br /&gt;so are her many many friends&lt;br /&gt;she has made over the years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virginia Lee Weirauch&lt;br /&gt;August 20, 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579144323737822581-2032109776190343878?l=lorrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2032109776190343878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3579144323737822581&amp;postID=2032109776190343878&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579144323737822581/posts/default/2032109776190343878'/><link rel='self' 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term='soul search'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laughter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tears'/><title type='text'>tears and laughter</title><content type='html'>where do I start&lt;br /&gt;tears ...&lt;br /&gt;my soul cries&lt;br /&gt;for the person&lt;br /&gt;you are&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;can be&lt;br /&gt;not the little girl&lt;br /&gt;you used to be&lt;br /&gt;I know she is gone&lt;br /&gt;my heart&lt;br /&gt;aches to help the young women&lt;br /&gt;you are&lt;br /&gt;the soul&lt;br /&gt;at battle within ..&lt;br /&gt;I will be here&lt;br /&gt;without judgement&lt;br /&gt;just love&lt;br /&gt;just with the purest of  hope's&lt;br /&gt;just with the purest of intentions.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;somewhere along the journey&lt;br /&gt;of you and me&lt;br /&gt;you got the idea&lt;br /&gt;that the only way&lt;br /&gt;I could be happy with us&lt;br /&gt;is if you lived here&lt;br /&gt;but the truth in my heart&lt;br /&gt;is I want you to be happy&lt;br /&gt;I want you to feel balanced&lt;br /&gt;I want you too be whole&lt;br /&gt;I want you to dance in the spirit of yourself&lt;br /&gt;I want you to be proud of you&lt;br /&gt;I want you too love yourself&lt;br /&gt;I want you to explore&lt;br /&gt;what life has to offer you&lt;br /&gt;I want you to have faith&lt;br /&gt;faith in yourself&lt;br /&gt;I want you to not have fear&lt;br /&gt;fear that holds you back from being&lt;br /&gt;all you can be in this life ..&lt;br /&gt;I want your laughter&lt;br /&gt;to out weigh your tears&lt;br /&gt;I want you to have faith&lt;br /&gt;faith in yourself&lt;br /&gt;these things would make me happy&lt;br /&gt;when it comes to you and me&lt;br /&gt;where you live,&lt;br /&gt;what you choose&lt;br /&gt;the way you live you life&lt;br /&gt;is all up to you&lt;br /&gt;it always has been&lt;br /&gt;even as a little girl&lt;br /&gt;was always yours&lt;br /&gt;regardless of the circumstances&lt;br /&gt;my heart&lt;br /&gt;my door&lt;br /&gt;my life&lt;br /&gt;has always been open to you&lt;br /&gt;and it always will be&lt;br /&gt;because&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;unconditionally&lt;br /&gt;and I always will&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579144323737822581-23427787354375435?l=lorrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/23427787354375435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3579144323737822581&amp;postID=23427787354375435&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579144323737822581/posts/default/23427787354375435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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closet&lt;br /&gt;I still had her purse just &lt;br /&gt;as she left it&lt;br /&gt;it's taken 3 years to be able to go through it all&lt;br /&gt;and be able to throw things out&lt;br /&gt;other things I donated to salvation army&lt;br /&gt;All the paper work&lt;br /&gt;from several years&lt;br /&gt;I was able to shred and get rid of&lt;br /&gt;the rest of grandpa's things&lt;br /&gt;things he can't use anymore&lt;br /&gt;need anymore&lt;br /&gt;I finally got rid of&lt;br /&gt;it took me most the weekend&lt;br /&gt;but I got it all done&lt;br /&gt;there was a few things&lt;br /&gt;I just couldn't part with&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I ever will&lt;br /&gt;I kept her robe&lt;br /&gt;and the purple teddy bear&lt;br /&gt;that laid on her lap her final days&lt;br /&gt;the one that I gave her years before&lt;br /&gt;the bible she read from&lt;br /&gt;the one that I read from to her in her final days&lt;br /&gt;along with some of my own past&lt;br /&gt;stored in boxes&lt;br /&gt;I was finally able to let most of it go&lt;br /&gt;in the back of the closet I found a sealed box&lt;br /&gt;I knew what it was&lt;br /&gt;it was part of my past&lt;br /&gt;a part I don't believe I will ever&lt;br /&gt;be ready to let go&lt;br /&gt;I have not looked in the box in years&lt;br /&gt;but I know it's there&lt;br /&gt;just as those memories&lt;br /&gt;are always there&lt;br /&gt;in the back of my mind&lt;br /&gt;the box will remain in the back of the closet&lt;br /&gt;I don't need the items to remember&lt;br /&gt;believe me&lt;br /&gt;I remember&lt;br /&gt;so why do I keep them&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know&lt;br /&gt;I just know&lt;br /&gt;I can't let them go&lt;br /&gt;just like the few things I kept of grams&lt;br /&gt;I just can't let them go&lt;br /&gt;a few times going through&lt;br /&gt;the things&lt;br /&gt;I found myself in tears&lt;br /&gt;it was not easy&lt;br /&gt;to go through all these things&lt;br /&gt;to let go of so many things&lt;br /&gt;but it was time&lt;br /&gt;but the few things&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't part with&lt;br /&gt;it's silly&lt;br /&gt;they are all placed in a closet&lt;br /&gt;one I don't go through very often&lt;br /&gt;why can't I just let them all go&lt;br /&gt;they are just things&lt;br /&gt;I will always hold the memories&lt;br /&gt;I don't need things to revisit the past&lt;br /&gt;I just need close my eyes &lt;br /&gt;but I just can't seem to let go&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579144323737822581-9041648152762533295?l=lorrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9041648152762533295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3579144323737822581&amp;postID=9041648152762533295&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personalblogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lorri nichols'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lorri'/><title type='text'>this and that</title><content type='html'>my parents other daughter&lt;br /&gt;is coming to town today&lt;br /&gt;she and her husband&lt;br /&gt;are taking dad on a fishing trip&lt;br /&gt;which worries me&lt;br /&gt;he has been so weak&lt;br /&gt;I hope he will be okay&lt;br /&gt;I hope this trip does not make him sick&lt;br /&gt;dads balance has been so bad&lt;br /&gt;I hope he will be okay&lt;br /&gt;taking him out on a fishing boat&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if that is a good idea&lt;br /&gt;but what can I do..&lt;br /&gt;Its up to him&lt;br /&gt;today he is having second thoughts&lt;br /&gt;I am glad she wants to make these memories&lt;br /&gt;doing something dad once loved&lt;br /&gt;but I worry&lt;br /&gt;see he gets down on him self&lt;br /&gt;when he can't do things&lt;br /&gt;he used to do&lt;br /&gt;anything stressful&lt;br /&gt;makes him have bad days&lt;br /&gt;3 days away from home&lt;br /&gt;I don't know&lt;br /&gt;the last time she&lt;br /&gt;was in town&lt;br /&gt;they took him to a race&lt;br /&gt;only away for a day&lt;br /&gt;but for 10 days after&lt;br /&gt;he was weak&lt;br /&gt;tired&lt;br /&gt;but I do believe he enjoyed himself&lt;br /&gt;its just what happens after&lt;br /&gt;when shes long gone&lt;br /&gt;and I have to step in and take care of everything&lt;br /&gt;so I guess&lt;br /&gt;I am torn&lt;br /&gt;I hope everything turns out alright&lt;br /&gt;I most likely&lt;br /&gt;will not see her&lt;br /&gt;and that's okay with me&lt;br /&gt;she got into town last night&lt;br /&gt;staying with my parents other child&lt;br /&gt;you may wonder why I put it that way&lt;br /&gt;well that's what they are to me&lt;br /&gt;there is no connection between us anymore&lt;br /&gt;never really was&lt;br /&gt;I have always felt like an only child&lt;br /&gt;maybe the age difference&lt;br /&gt;maybe the complete difference&lt;br /&gt;in how we see the world&lt;br /&gt;maybe cause the meaning of&lt;br /&gt;"family" means something totally different&lt;br /&gt;to all of us&lt;br /&gt;maybe a combination of the three&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently I been a bit peeved&lt;br /&gt;not writing much&lt;br /&gt;because&lt;br /&gt;avoiding the things that been pissing me off&lt;br /&gt;are better then venting it ..even here&lt;br /&gt;but today I needed to write&lt;br /&gt;went to d's families over the 4th&lt;br /&gt;not there ten minutes&lt;br /&gt;when his aunt asks&lt;br /&gt;when are you two going to get around to having kids&lt;br /&gt;d's mom laughed said yeah&lt;br /&gt;I sat there in shock&lt;br /&gt;not sure what to even say&lt;br /&gt;first thing I could think of&lt;br /&gt;was I was old to be having kids now&lt;br /&gt;not that 39 is to old&lt;br /&gt;I feel to old though&lt;br /&gt;but d's mom knows&lt;br /&gt;I can't have kids&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand&lt;br /&gt;why her sister wouldn't know this&lt;br /&gt;I blew off the subject&lt;br /&gt;trying not to let them see the pain&lt;br /&gt;I'll never understand these people&lt;br /&gt;I have been open and honest&lt;br /&gt;about my fertility problems&lt;br /&gt;all these years&lt;br /&gt;yet I am still asked about having kids&lt;br /&gt;do they know this causes pain?&lt;br /&gt;or do they not realize ?&lt;br /&gt;How could they not?&lt;br /&gt;I just don't get it&lt;br /&gt;how can anyone be so clueless?&lt;br /&gt;maybe they like causing me pain&lt;br /&gt;I don't know&lt;br /&gt;but it does not make me want to be around them&lt;br /&gt;next family gathering&lt;br /&gt;I will just have to be sick&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;d's sister recently&lt;br /&gt;visited&lt;br /&gt;her vacation&lt;br /&gt;spent listening to d's mom&lt;br /&gt;complain about us&lt;br /&gt;how we are never around&lt;br /&gt;never visit&lt;br /&gt;never call&lt;br /&gt;but the truth is&lt;br /&gt;we are there when it matters&lt;br /&gt;there for grandma d when she needed us&lt;br /&gt;there for them when they needed us&lt;br /&gt;do they call?&lt;br /&gt;only when needing something&lt;br /&gt;do they come over ?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;and when she does stop bye &lt;br /&gt;she never calls&lt;br /&gt;she just drops in&lt;br /&gt;which I hate&lt;br /&gt;and she knows it&lt;br /&gt;I hate when people just show up&lt;br /&gt;not calling ahead&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why it pisses me off so bad&lt;br /&gt;but it does&lt;br /&gt;maybe its the way she looks at&lt;br /&gt;my place&lt;br /&gt;if dishes are in the sink&lt;br /&gt;she always focuses on them&lt;br /&gt;as if it driving her crazy&lt;br /&gt;if I have not done my dishes&lt;br /&gt;from last night lol&lt;br /&gt;my house would be spotless&lt;br /&gt;I would let my inner clean freak out&lt;br /&gt;if I didn't have d and 2 dogs&lt;br /&gt;I can't win that battle lol&lt;br /&gt;I should take a picture before and after d comes home from work&lt;br /&gt;you would be amazed lol&lt;br /&gt;but then again&lt;br /&gt;my computer desk is always a mess&lt;br /&gt;only getting cleaned&lt;br /&gt;when I just can't take the mess anymore&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;few weeks ago she made a comment&lt;br /&gt;about d&lt;br /&gt;saying she never see's her son&lt;br /&gt;he don't have time for her&lt;br /&gt;I reminded her that that past 2 weeks we spent&lt;br /&gt;all our free time visiting grandma w at the hospital&lt;br /&gt;we even stayed 2 nights with her&lt;br /&gt;after they removed her from life support&lt;br /&gt;not wanting her to be alone&lt;br /&gt;I may have been snippy&lt;br /&gt;but it pissed me off&lt;br /&gt;after we hung up she called me back&lt;br /&gt;said she was sorry and selfish&lt;br /&gt;and forgets cause she is not involved&lt;br /&gt;with that side of the family&lt;br /&gt;I accepted&lt;br /&gt;now I hear from d's sister&lt;br /&gt;all the crap she was bitchin about&lt;br /&gt;her sorry was bullshit&lt;br /&gt;and for now on she can talk to her son&lt;br /&gt;about these things&lt;br /&gt;lets see how far that gets her&lt;br /&gt;I can't make him have a relationship with his mother&lt;br /&gt;I will not be put in the middle&lt;br /&gt;any longer&lt;br /&gt;all this crap been building up&lt;br /&gt;need to start writing again weekly&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been a busy week&lt;br /&gt;Dads trip didn't go as expected&lt;br /&gt;after all the worry&lt;br /&gt;my Dad spoke his mind&lt;br /&gt;and they took a trip&lt;br /&gt;up north&lt;br /&gt;to visit the sights&lt;br /&gt;instead of fishing &lt;br /&gt;knowing he just was not up to it &lt;br /&gt;(God does work in mysterious ways)&lt;br /&gt;he had a nice time&lt;br /&gt;he had a fall, while gone&lt;br /&gt;but doing okay&lt;br /&gt;he was really drained this week&lt;br /&gt;I hope next week he feels better&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579144323737822581-7101694801701040671?l=lorrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7101694801701040671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3579144323737822581&amp;postID=7101694801701040671&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579144323737822581/posts/default/7101694801701040671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579144323737822581/posts/default/7101694801701040671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorrinblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-and-that.html' title='this and that'/><author><name>Lorri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651352720159004319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTlocHv2ETc/SgDzqF2_yoI/AAAAAAAAAYc/GKfo3AyI-QQ/S220/l_3e73044ec846954a81a64ae039a3c428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579144323737822581.post-6551620963275218356</id><published>2009-07-09T13:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T13:59:27.398-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nichols'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lorri'/><title type='text'>Getting back into the swing of things</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since my last post&lt;br /&gt;I have so many things I want to talk about&lt;br /&gt;so many things have happen&lt;br /&gt;seems the world is out of balance&lt;br /&gt;not my world as much&lt;br /&gt;things are good here &lt;br /&gt;but in the grand scheme of things&lt;br /&gt;I think a lot of people&lt;br /&gt;need to put some things in perspective&lt;br /&gt;in my personal life&lt;br /&gt;there is someone I love that&lt;br /&gt;is so off balanced&lt;br /&gt;and there is really nothing&lt;br /&gt;I can do to help them&lt;br /&gt;she is an adult&lt;br /&gt;and needs to walk her own path&lt;br /&gt;but emotionally&lt;br /&gt;she is all over the map&lt;br /&gt;the highest of highs&lt;br /&gt;then followed by the lowest of lows&lt;br /&gt;she just can't find a balance&lt;br /&gt;I want to help&lt;br /&gt;but my help&lt;br /&gt;is not wanted&lt;br /&gt;so I hope&lt;br /&gt;I pray&lt;br /&gt;and sneak in advice when I can&lt;br /&gt;hoping it stays under her&lt;br /&gt;"Your Judging Me" radar&lt;br /&gt;it's not judging ..&lt;br /&gt;it's experience&lt;br /&gt;it's only wanting the best for you&lt;br /&gt;it's being your age once&lt;br /&gt;it's spoken from a place of balance&lt;br /&gt;it's spoken from a place of Love&lt;br /&gt;so I wait&lt;br /&gt;hope&lt;br /&gt;pray&lt;br /&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;you&lt;br /&gt;more then you will ever understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was absent from my blog&lt;br /&gt;so many things in our world&lt;br /&gt;have been happening&lt;br /&gt;our society&lt;br /&gt;has lost some of it's "stars"&lt;br /&gt;a few of which I felt a connection too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One was a beautiful women&lt;br /&gt;who really all I knew about as a child&lt;br /&gt;is a picture of her was on my big brothers wall&lt;br /&gt;for as long as I can remember&lt;br /&gt;I never saw her tv show till I was an adult&lt;br /&gt;watching re runs&lt;br /&gt;my brother still has her picture on his wall&lt;br /&gt;I really didn't know much&lt;br /&gt;about her&lt;br /&gt;accept gossip&lt;br /&gt;I would see on tv&lt;br /&gt;it was not until she got sick&lt;br /&gt;that I started following her story&lt;br /&gt;battling cancer&lt;br /&gt;she  fought a tough fight&lt;br /&gt;she shared with us her battles&lt;br /&gt;she inspired&lt;br /&gt;she showed us a true Fight for life&lt;br /&gt;she showed us that life is worth the fight&lt;br /&gt;and in the end&lt;br /&gt;she showed us that&lt;br /&gt;Love was everything&lt;br /&gt;in the end&lt;br /&gt;she wanted her long time love&lt;br /&gt;her soul mate&lt;br /&gt;her child&lt;br /&gt;the piece of her soul&lt;br /&gt;her best friend&lt;br /&gt;her souls sister&lt;br /&gt;she passed with respect&lt;br /&gt;and compassion&lt;br /&gt;watching the news&lt;br /&gt;that morning&lt;br /&gt;I didn't cry&lt;br /&gt;I smiled&lt;br /&gt;I smiled because&lt;br /&gt;she was at peace&lt;br /&gt;Life had become her illness&lt;br /&gt;I feel that at the point&lt;br /&gt;she was ready&lt;br /&gt;to go home&lt;br /&gt;and she did ..&lt;br /&gt;Her family&lt;br /&gt;could now&lt;br /&gt;start&lt;br /&gt;to live again&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;find peace in&lt;br /&gt;her memory&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The same day&lt;br /&gt;news broke on another&lt;br /&gt;"star"&lt;br /&gt;one of which&lt;br /&gt;I had a connection too&lt;br /&gt;back in 84&lt;br /&gt;I went to my first concert&lt;br /&gt;the victory tour&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even know really who&lt;br /&gt;he was&lt;br /&gt;but all my friends did&lt;br /&gt;I went with a friend&lt;br /&gt;and her family&lt;br /&gt;I remember being overwhelmed&lt;br /&gt;by the crowd&lt;br /&gt;screaming&lt;br /&gt;crying&lt;br /&gt;over emotional&lt;br /&gt;teen age girls&lt;br /&gt;from all walks of life&lt;br /&gt;I remember crying&lt;br /&gt;but I didn't understand why&lt;br /&gt;but as an adult&lt;br /&gt;I understand&lt;br /&gt;I felt the energy of the room&lt;br /&gt;and it was overwhelming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his death&lt;br /&gt;was sudden&lt;br /&gt;but by many expected&lt;br /&gt;my opinion&lt;br /&gt;he was lost many years ago&lt;br /&gt;I like many, watched on tv&lt;br /&gt;how could you not&lt;br /&gt;every channel was talking about it&lt;br /&gt;but with this death&lt;br /&gt;came&lt;br /&gt;the unbalance&lt;br /&gt;that was his life&lt;br /&gt;if you sat back and watched&lt;br /&gt;some where disgusted by the coverage&lt;br /&gt;some where heart broken and cried&lt;br /&gt;others stepped in&lt;br /&gt;to further them selves in their endeavors&lt;br /&gt;it was his life&lt;br /&gt;this unbalance&lt;br /&gt;so none of it shocked me&lt;br /&gt;it didn't really stir much emotion&lt;br /&gt;within me ..maybe pitty&lt;br /&gt;his death&lt;br /&gt;and the chaos of his life&lt;br /&gt;will be "news" for some time&lt;br /&gt;because people feed off things like this&lt;br /&gt;it's not good for us&lt;br /&gt;but people do&lt;br /&gt;We are not to learn&lt;br /&gt;from his life&lt;br /&gt;but his music&lt;br /&gt;he inspired through his songs&lt;br /&gt;he was not a king&lt;br /&gt;he was not a god&lt;br /&gt;he was someone who&lt;br /&gt;gave us inspiration through song&lt;br /&gt;no matter what you think of him personally&lt;br /&gt;the lyrics..&lt;br /&gt;that was his message&lt;br /&gt;it touched many many people&lt;br /&gt;those words inspired us&lt;br /&gt;and don't we all want&lt;br /&gt;our words&lt;br /&gt;our lives&lt;br /&gt;our battles&lt;br /&gt;to inspire another&lt;br /&gt;Both of them touched our lives&lt;br /&gt;in a different way&lt;br /&gt;let that be what the impact is on your life&lt;br /&gt;get things in perspective&lt;br /&gt;inspire those in your life&lt;br /&gt;fight those battles and don't give up&lt;br /&gt;let your compassion show in your words and actions&lt;br /&gt;be there for the people in your life&lt;br /&gt;be real with them ..&lt;br /&gt;there's no second chances sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;share your story&lt;br /&gt;you will be an inspiration to somebody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let that be all 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term='linda'/><title type='text'>Noblesse Oblige Award</title><content type='html'>When I started writing here&lt;br /&gt;I never thought anyone&lt;br /&gt;would read it&lt;br /&gt;between how I spend my days with my family&lt;br /&gt;their health issues&lt;br /&gt;how we deal with them&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://lorrinblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/thoughts-for-today.html"&gt;Like Past blog "Thoughts for today"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my thoughts about my life&lt;br /&gt;my past&lt;br /&gt;my present&lt;br /&gt;my hope&lt;br /&gt;my faith&lt;br /&gt;It is a outlet for me&lt;br /&gt;a way to explain&lt;br /&gt;myself&lt;br /&gt;my choices&lt;br /&gt;my reasons&lt;br /&gt;my experiences&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lorrinblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/broken-foundations.html"&gt;shared in my past blog post "broken foundations"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my beliefs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lorrinblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-believe-in-signs.html"&gt;shared in past blog "I believe in signs"  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lorrinblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-some-thoughts.html"&gt;and in Past blog "just some thoughts"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had hoped&lt;br /&gt;people would read it&lt;br /&gt;be able to relate to it&lt;br /&gt;even if it was just one person&lt;br /&gt;But most of all&lt;br /&gt;I did it for me&lt;br /&gt;and with every naked moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lorrinblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/morning-thoughts.html"&gt;past Blog "morning thoughts" where I talk about feeling "naked" emotionally&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grow&lt;br /&gt;I understand myself more&lt;br /&gt;to be able to put all the thoughts&lt;br /&gt;running through my head&lt;br /&gt;at any given moment&lt;br /&gt;and some have inspired others &lt;br /&gt;and that is really so wonderful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I was given&lt;br /&gt;the Noblesse Oblige Award&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DTlocHv2ETc/Sj5my8Hc_wI/AAAAAAAAAZg/BYzKTM3bqAI/s1600-h/UntitledMA23192083-0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 197px; height: 195px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DTlocHv2ETc/Sj5my8Hc_wI/AAAAAAAAAZg/BYzKTM3bqAI/s400/UntitledMA23192083-0001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349826432679608066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This award recognizes the following attributes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    1) The blogger manifests exemplary attitude, respecting the nuances that pervade amongst different cultures and beliefs.&lt;br /&gt;    2) The blog contents inspire; strives to encourage and offers solutions.&lt;br /&gt;    3) There is a clear purpose at the blog; one that fosters a better understanding on social, political, economic, the arts, culture, sciences and beliefs.&lt;br /&gt;    4)The blog is refreshing and creative.&lt;br /&gt;    5) The blogger promotes friendship and positive thinking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I am honored&lt;br /&gt;and touched beyond belief&lt;br /&gt;Linda passed the award on to me&lt;br /&gt;I love Linda's blog&lt;br /&gt;she is funny&lt;br /&gt;inspiring&lt;br /&gt;open&lt;br /&gt;and honest&lt;br /&gt;Her blog is one that&lt;br /&gt;I wait for every &lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;you can check it out here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vegaslindalou.blogspot.com/"&gt;vegaslindalou.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Linda for the wonderful Award&lt;br /&gt;I am touched&lt;br /&gt;so much so that&lt;br /&gt;I freaked myself out&lt;br /&gt;writing this post&lt;br /&gt;I have 4 different drafts&lt;br /&gt;I have wrote through&lt;br /&gt;the week&lt;br /&gt;and none of them seemed right&lt;br /&gt;today I am just sitting here&lt;br /&gt;writing from my heart&lt;br /&gt;Hoping it's good enough&lt;br /&gt;gosh my insecurities lol&lt;br /&gt;I need to work on that!&lt;br /&gt;maybe blogging more&lt;br /&gt;will help change that&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am to pass on this award&lt;br /&gt;To accept this award you are required to do the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Create a post with a mention and link to the blogger who presented the Noblesse Oblige Award to you.&lt;br /&gt;2) The award conditions must be displayed in the post.&lt;br /&gt;3) Write a short article about what your blog has thus far achieved preferably citing one or more older post to support:&lt;br /&gt;4) The blogger must present the Noblesse Oblige Award to blogs in concurrence with the award conditions.&lt;br /&gt;5) The blogger must display the award at any location on their blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have chosen Barbara(aka Layla)&lt;br /&gt;and her Blog,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://barbara-007.blogspot.com/"&gt;Barbara's Blog "Writing from the inside out ..because I have to.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barbara writes on many subjects&lt;br /&gt;has a few different blogs &lt;br /&gt;Her blogs always find a way to make me&lt;br /&gt;laugh and sometimes cry&lt;br /&gt;but they always finds a way to inspire me&lt;br /&gt;So I hope you accept this award Barbara you deserve it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579144323737822581-4774854744772595027?l=lorrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4774854744772595027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3579144323737822581&amp;postID=4774854744772595027&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579144323737822581/posts/default/4774854744772595027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579144323737822581/posts/default/4774854744772595027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorrinblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/noblesse-oblige-award_21.html' title='Noblesse Oblige Award'/><author><name>Lorri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651352720159004319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTlocHv2ETc/SgDzqF2_yoI/AAAAAAAAAYc/GKfo3AyI-QQ/S220/l_3e73044ec846954a81a64ae039a3c428.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DTlocHv2ETc/Sj5my8Hc_wI/AAAAAAAAAZg/BYzKTM3bqAI/s72-c/UntitledMA23192083-0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579144323737822581.post-2278792618153864958</id><published>2009-06-14T12:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T12:51:07.883-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bloggerfriends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='signs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal.blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts.myday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lorri nichols'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lorri'/><title type='text'>thoughts about the sign</title><content type='html'>Last night&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't wait to get home&lt;br /&gt;download my pictures&lt;br /&gt;from the day&lt;br /&gt;on to my computer&lt;br /&gt;specially the stop sign one&lt;br /&gt;as I wrote&lt;br /&gt;recalling everything that happen&lt;br /&gt;up to the moment&lt;br /&gt;I found the sign&lt;br /&gt;Having this feeling&lt;br /&gt;that this sign&lt;br /&gt;has more meaning then I know yet&lt;br /&gt;I do know that&lt;br /&gt;Linda came up many times on my birthday&lt;br /&gt;its funny cause we have never met&lt;br /&gt;we only communicate through&lt;br /&gt;our blogs&lt;br /&gt;but on that drive&lt;br /&gt;she came to mind&lt;br /&gt;I shared things in her blog&lt;br /&gt;things she says&lt;br /&gt;the things that have cracked me up&lt;br /&gt;things that made me wonder&lt;br /&gt;things that have made me cry with her&lt;br /&gt;I normally don't talk much&lt;br /&gt;with D about things I read online&lt;br /&gt;unless it touches me so much&lt;br /&gt;that I just need to share it&lt;br /&gt;and sharing with him always feels safe&lt;br /&gt;even though he don't see things like I see them&lt;br /&gt;if I explain how I see it&lt;br /&gt;he then has a moment of seeing things I see&lt;br /&gt;at first that was just a sign to him&lt;br /&gt;that someone wrote some words on&lt;br /&gt;but when you add it all up&lt;br /&gt;the way I see it&lt;br /&gt;everything leading to that moment&lt;br /&gt;there was purpose for&lt;br /&gt;I just don't have a complete understanding yet&lt;br /&gt;but I feel I will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I got finished writing the blog&lt;br /&gt;posting it&lt;br /&gt;tweaking it cause it was now after 1 am lol&lt;br /&gt;I read it over ..and smile&lt;br /&gt;I go searching friends blogs for new posts&lt;br /&gt;and I go to Linda's first&lt;br /&gt;and there I start reading&lt;br /&gt;her latest post&lt;br /&gt;she received an award&lt;br /&gt;Her post&lt;br /&gt;wrote June 13 on my birthday&lt;br /&gt;as I read through&lt;br /&gt;I am shocked to read my name&lt;br /&gt;on her post&lt;br /&gt;I had to stop and read it again&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it was those two beers with dinner&lt;br /&gt;but I couldn't believe my name&lt;br /&gt;on her blog that day&lt;br /&gt;How cool is that!&lt;br /&gt;Let alone passing the award on to me&lt;br /&gt;on to me ..&lt;br /&gt;wow&lt;br /&gt;me ..&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to start writing right then&lt;br /&gt;but I couldn't keep my eyes open any longer&lt;br /&gt;and the excitement of just having my name&lt;br /&gt;on a writers blog&lt;br /&gt;blew me away&lt;br /&gt;what she said about my writing&lt;br /&gt;made me cry&lt;br /&gt;and I know it's just a blog award&lt;br /&gt;not a gold metal or something&lt;br /&gt;but it means the world to me&lt;br /&gt;that my writing means something to someone&lt;br /&gt;other then me&lt;br /&gt;I am touched&lt;br /&gt;and maybe a bit tipsy&lt;br /&gt;I click off my computer&lt;br /&gt;and drift off to sleep&lt;br /&gt;was a wonderful birthday&lt;br /&gt;I wake this morning&lt;br /&gt;have new comments&lt;br /&gt;from new readers&lt;br /&gt;how exciting&lt;br /&gt;and go back to Linda's blog&lt;br /&gt;and I can't dismiss&lt;br /&gt;the fact that her blog was posted&lt;br /&gt;on my birthday&lt;br /&gt;of all days&lt;br /&gt;that day she was on my mind&lt;br /&gt;that she was the subject again right before&lt;br /&gt;I saw the sign&lt;br /&gt;this women who I just know through our blogs&lt;br /&gt;the sign don't stop believing&lt;br /&gt;well maybe she wont agree&lt;br /&gt;maybe she will think I am crazy!&lt;br /&gt;but I really believe&lt;br /&gt;there is a reason&lt;br /&gt;I believe I was to share this&lt;br /&gt;with her above everyone else&lt;br /&gt;So I wanted to take time and write this&lt;br /&gt;and say Thank You Linda for the Award&lt;br /&gt;and I will be posting about it soon&lt;br /&gt;But right now I am off to the beach&lt;br /&gt;with D and our dogs&lt;br /&gt;another one of birthday wishes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579144323737822581-2278792618153864958?l=lorrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTlocHv2ETc/SgDzqF2_yoI/AAAAAAAAAYc/GKfo3AyI-QQ/S220/l_3e73044ec846954a81a64ae039a3c428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579144323737822581.post-8533913809477495239</id><published>2009-06-13T23:49:00.014-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T00:58:31.128-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='signs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lorri nichols'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lorri'/><title type='text'>I believe in signs....</title><content type='html'>Today was my 39 th birthday &lt;br /&gt;while out enjoying my day with D&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;we where talking about signs in our lives &lt;br /&gt;mostly in my life &lt;br /&gt;he was not doing much talking lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the subject came up when I was sharing &lt;br /&gt;with him about my blogger friend Linda&lt;br /&gt;recently a blog she wrote &lt;br /&gt;about her Aunt Joyce and her sister Lori&lt;br /&gt;and how I thought it was a sign &lt;br /&gt;that her sister heard their aunts voice&lt;br /&gt;so strong  &lt;br /&gt;one more time  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;we drove to the water having this convo&lt;br /&gt;so we could sit and enjoy the peace that brings to me&lt;br /&gt;something I do when ever I can&lt;br /&gt;it was one of my birthday wishes &lt;br /&gt;my eyes wide open for my sign &lt;br /&gt;for today  &lt;br /&gt;and D laughing at me &lt;br /&gt;laughing because &lt;br /&gt;all day I was intent on finding it &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we continued to talk about signs as we drove &lt;br /&gt;right after I told him ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you wait and I will point out today's sign to me!!&lt;br /&gt;and he as usual&lt;br /&gt;kinda laughed it off.. &lt;br /&gt;we pulled down a street  &lt;br /&gt;and as we came to the end of the street &lt;br /&gt;this is what we see ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTlocHv2ETc/SjR1Ycd6oiI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/0vTHiH2r1uY/s1600-h/Picture+126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTlocHv2ETc/SjR1Ycd6oiI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/0vTHiH2r1uY/s400/Picture+126.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347027720414601762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always find very special ones on my birthday &lt;br /&gt;today's sign was awesome&lt;br /&gt;for me this was one of the best! &lt;br /&gt;and I had a camera to share it with you &lt;br /&gt;and maybe just maybe D is now a believer too &lt;br /&gt;ok maybe not ..lol&lt;br /&gt;and maybe others will just dismiss it.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;but I am a believer &lt;br /&gt;and maybe it's a sign for someone else too  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579144323737822581-8533913809477495239?l=lorrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8533913809477495239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3579144323737822581&amp;postID=8533913809477495239&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579144323737822581/posts/default/8533913809477495239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579144323737822581/posts/default/8533913809477495239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorrinblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-believe-in-signs.html' title='I believe in signs....'/><author><name>Lorri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651352720159004319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTlocHv2ETc/SgDzqF2_yoI/AAAAAAAAAYc/GKfo3AyI-QQ/S220/l_3e73044ec846954a81a64ae039a3c428.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTlocHv2ETc/SjR1Ycd6oiI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/0vTHiH2r1uY/s72-c/Picture+126.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579144323737822581.post-9042375524655977328</id><published>2009-06-03T14:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T14:38:35.656-04:00</updated><title type='text'>in need of advice ..really</title><content type='html'>do you believe if you put something out in the universe&lt;br /&gt;it eventually finds a way to you?&lt;br /&gt;I have always believed this myself&lt;br /&gt;but here I am shocked and bit not sure what to do&lt;br /&gt;I put it out there&lt;br /&gt;Now it's in front of me&lt;br /&gt;and I don't know how to approach it.&lt;br /&gt;a few months back I wrote a blog in response&lt;br /&gt;to another blog.&lt;br /&gt;to read that post go here&lt;br /&gt;http://lorrinblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/question-posted.html&lt;br /&gt;in that blog I shared about my birthday when I was 12&lt;br /&gt;recently the friend I shared that birthday with&lt;br /&gt;contacted me through a social site&lt;br /&gt;she added me as a friend&lt;br /&gt;and for two days I sat here looking at the request&lt;br /&gt;unsure what to do&lt;br /&gt;finally I accepted&lt;br /&gt;I waited a few days and didn't get any personal response&lt;br /&gt;to my accepting her as a friend&lt;br /&gt;so I sent a quick message&lt;br /&gt;really nothing more then a hello&lt;br /&gt;a day later she responded with a hello&lt;br /&gt;asking me how I have been&lt;br /&gt;she also brought up that her mother&lt;br /&gt;recently found a picture of us together&lt;br /&gt;sharing our birthdays&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know which year it would have been&lt;br /&gt;possibly the year our birthday&lt;br /&gt;turned into the worst moments of my young life&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know how I should handle this&lt;br /&gt;should I avoid the subject&lt;br /&gt;should I wait and see if she bring it up&lt;br /&gt;would talking about it help heal&lt;br /&gt;or would talking about it just bring back old wounds for her&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to bring any pain into her life&lt;br /&gt;I am sure the hell she probably faced as a child&lt;br /&gt;is something she must rather leave in the past&lt;br /&gt;maybe her contacting me&lt;br /&gt;talking about this picture&lt;br /&gt;is her way to approach the subject&lt;br /&gt;maybe I need to just hang back&lt;br /&gt;and see where our conversations lead&lt;br /&gt;I feel guilt&lt;br /&gt;guilt for not having the strength back then&lt;br /&gt;to tell someone&lt;br /&gt;to save her from the man who was hurting her&lt;br /&gt;whom hurt me&lt;br /&gt;and most likely countless others&lt;br /&gt;over the years I have thought about the man&lt;br /&gt;did he ever get caught&lt;br /&gt;did he ever pay a price for what he did&lt;br /&gt;I am sure he is now long passed&lt;br /&gt;but honestly I don't know&lt;br /&gt;but there is a place in my soul&lt;br /&gt;that want to know&lt;br /&gt;I live today just a few houses away&lt;br /&gt;from where I was abused&lt;br /&gt;the home where it happen is no longer there&lt;br /&gt;another stands in its place&lt;br /&gt;when I moved here&lt;br /&gt;I though a lot about it&lt;br /&gt;trying to search my memories&lt;br /&gt;I know much of it I have blocked out over the years&lt;br /&gt;but often wondered if he was ever punished for what he did&lt;br /&gt;wished I could have remembered a name&lt;br /&gt;something I could search&lt;br /&gt;and find out&lt;br /&gt;why&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know&lt;br /&gt;it wouldn't change anything&lt;br /&gt;but something within me wants to know&lt;br /&gt;and now maybe I will finally be able to really put it all behind me&lt;br /&gt;but I am scared&lt;br /&gt;I am scared to bring back any pain&lt;br /&gt;for her&lt;br /&gt;I guess time will show me what I need to know&lt;br /&gt;I had often wondered what ever happen to her&lt;br /&gt;she had left our school not long after&lt;br /&gt;by that point our friendship was over&lt;br /&gt;now I have this chance&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to handle it&lt;br /&gt;got any advice to share&lt;br /&gt;I really need it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579144323737822581-9042375524655977328?l=lorrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9042375524655977328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3579144323737822581&amp;postID=9042375524655977328&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579144323737822581/posts/default/9042375524655977328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579144323737822581/posts/default/9042375524655977328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorrinblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/in-need-of-advice-really.html' title='in need of advice ..really'/><author><name>Lorri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651352720159004319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTlocHv2ETc/SgDzqF2_yoI/AAAAAAAAAYc/GKfo3AyI-QQ/S220/l_3e73044ec846954a81a64ae039a3c428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579144323737822581.post-6865390448317776750</id><published>2009-05-29T09:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T09:21:02.911-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lorri nichols'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lorri'/><title type='text'>just talking</title><content type='html'>It's been to long since my last post &lt;br /&gt;But ...&lt;br /&gt;to overwhelmed to even put words down on the page&lt;br /&gt;I want to thank those who prayed with me&lt;br /&gt;for my niece&lt;br /&gt;I will not go into details&lt;br /&gt;but wanted to let you know she is getting the help she needs&lt;br /&gt;and we all have hope that she will find a way through her pain.&lt;br /&gt;We support and Love you so much Timmi&lt;br /&gt;and will always be there for you..&lt;br /&gt;please never forget that&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Last Friday D's grandma W went into the hospital&lt;br /&gt;we where not told till Monday&lt;br /&gt;when we where told,they said she would be fine&lt;br /&gt;home in a few days ..not to worry&lt;br /&gt;by Wednesday everything changed&lt;br /&gt;Grandma W is on life support&lt;br /&gt;and it does not look good&lt;br /&gt;Life support something she didn't ever want&lt;br /&gt;but family was not there at the time&lt;br /&gt;she went into&lt;br /&gt;respiratory failure&lt;br /&gt;so measures where taken&lt;br /&gt;So now we wait ..&lt;br /&gt;we spent a couple hours&lt;br /&gt;at the hospital yesterday afternoon&lt;br /&gt;D stood at the door ..&lt;br /&gt;he could not bring himself to come into the room any further&lt;br /&gt;nurses where working on her&lt;br /&gt;suctioning out her breathing tube&lt;br /&gt;I explained what they where doing&lt;br /&gt;not to be scared&lt;br /&gt;she was fighting them&lt;br /&gt;best she could tied down to the bed&lt;br /&gt;even in a medical induced coma&lt;br /&gt;He couldn't take it and walked down the hall&lt;br /&gt;I stood there rubbing grams leg&lt;br /&gt;letting her know she was not alone&lt;br /&gt;after they finished&lt;br /&gt;I stood close to her&lt;br /&gt;so if she opened her eyes&lt;br /&gt;if she can ..she would see someone she loved&lt;br /&gt;other family came in&lt;br /&gt;I watched as they all spoke to each other&lt;br /&gt;crying ..&lt;br /&gt;never touching her&lt;br /&gt;or speaking to her directly&lt;br /&gt;I see them come in and stand feet away from her&lt;br /&gt;saying their good byes in their minds I assume&lt;br /&gt;thinking about all the things they will miss about grandma&lt;br /&gt;selfishly only thinking how this is effecting them&lt;br /&gt;not really giving it thought what she is going through right now&lt;br /&gt;how scared and alone she must feel&lt;br /&gt;if she can hear us&lt;br /&gt;which I do believe she may&lt;br /&gt;she hears so many things that must be so scary&lt;br /&gt;all these tubes ..all the people she don't know doing things to her&lt;br /&gt;that cause discomfort.&lt;br /&gt;Her family talking as if they have no hope&lt;br /&gt;no faith&lt;br /&gt;it will not be till today when doctors meet with the family&lt;br /&gt;give us word on what is the next step&lt;br /&gt;Aunt J has been with grams everyday&lt;br /&gt;D and I are thankful for that&lt;br /&gt;she has always been there for every member of the family&lt;br /&gt;specially grandma and grandpa w&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember as a child being so struck with fear&lt;br /&gt;when my Nana Marie died&lt;br /&gt;she died of cancer when I was 10 years old&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't speak&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't touch her&lt;br /&gt;I remember being frozen in fear&lt;br /&gt;asking my mother to express to her that I loved her&lt;br /&gt;I have always held regret that I was unable to express my love&lt;br /&gt;I let that regret go and healed my heart&lt;br /&gt;when I was strong enough to be there when my grandma Millie died&lt;br /&gt;my experience taking care of my grandparents for 7 years&lt;br /&gt;changed me&lt;br /&gt;made me see whats really important&lt;br /&gt;it made me a stronger person&lt;br /&gt;a better person then I ever was&lt;br /&gt;my outlook on life and death&lt;br /&gt;has changed&lt;br /&gt;no matter how scary it may be&lt;br /&gt;you should embrace the love&lt;br /&gt;when you show love&lt;br /&gt;even at the scariest times&lt;br /&gt;it gives you strength&lt;br /&gt;think about what you would want&lt;br /&gt;would you want all the people you love&lt;br /&gt;to stand four feet away&lt;br /&gt;and not touch you&lt;br /&gt;while you are facing ..&lt;br /&gt;the unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe there is a heaven&lt;br /&gt;I believe it is what we imagine it to be&lt;br /&gt;each of us imagines it a different way&lt;br /&gt;some don't imagine anything at all&lt;br /&gt;it's up to you what the afterlife holds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that when I die&lt;br /&gt;the people in my life&lt;br /&gt;are there loving me&lt;br /&gt;touching me&lt;br /&gt;bringing me comfort&lt;br /&gt;don't you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know some people are just built differently&lt;br /&gt;I just wish I could make them see&lt;br /&gt;see whats really important&lt;br /&gt;it's the love&lt;br /&gt;Don't let the fear&lt;br /&gt;and sadness&lt;br /&gt;take the place of the&lt;br /&gt;LOVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you find yourself  &lt;br /&gt;able to share in those moments &lt;br /&gt;when a life passes on  &lt;br /&gt;let the love be what you show &lt;br /&gt;there will be time &lt;br /&gt;to think about all things your going to miss &lt;br /&gt;to think about how this loved one touched your life&lt;br /&gt;let your thoughts be for them in those moments&lt;br /&gt;You can wait&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579144323737822581-6865390448317776750?l=lorrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6865390448317776750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3579144323737822581&amp;postID=6865390448317776750&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579144323737822581/posts/default/6865390448317776750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579144323737822581/posts/default/6865390448317776750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorrinblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-talking.html' title='just talking'/><author><name>Lorri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651352720159004319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTlocHv2ETc/SgDzqF2_yoI/AAAAAAAAAYc/GKfo3AyI-QQ/S220/l_3e73044ec846954a81a64ae039a3c428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579144323737822581.post-1931196658647863927</id><published>2009-05-20T13:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T13:47:59.641-04:00</updated><title type='text'>please pray</title><content type='html'>I really can't even talk about this right now &lt;br /&gt;but I need to ask for Prayers for my niece timmi marie &lt;br /&gt;I have never been so scared ..so helpless in my life &lt;br /&gt;please Pray with me for her&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579144323737822581-1931196658647863927?l=lorrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1931196658647863927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3579144323737822581&amp;postID=1931196658647863927&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579144323737822581/posts/default/1931196658647863927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579144323737822581/posts/default/1931196658647863927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorrinblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/please-pray.html' title='please pray'/><author><name>Lorri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651352720159004319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTlocHv2ETc/SgDzqF2_yoI/AAAAAAAAAYc/GKfo3AyI-QQ/S220/l_3e73044ec846954a81a64ae039a3c428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579144323737822581.post-7235707046541995730</id><published>2009-05-20T01:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T01:20:46.230-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='to'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='speak'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lorri'/><title type='text'>quotes that speak to me</title><content type='html'>If I cannot forgive myself&lt;br /&gt;For all the blunders&lt;br /&gt;That I have made&lt;br /&gt;Over the years,&lt;br /&gt;Then how can I proceed?&lt;br /&gt;How can I ever&lt;br /&gt;Dream perfection-dreams?&lt;br /&gt;Move, I must, forward.&lt;br /&gt;Fly, I must, upward.&lt;br /&gt;Dive, I must, inward,&lt;br /&gt;To be once more&lt;br /&gt;What I truly am&lt;br /&gt;And shall forever remain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Sri Chinmoy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579144323737822581-7235707046541995730?l=lorrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7235707046541995730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3579144323737822581&amp;postID=7235707046541995730&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579144323737822581/posts/default/7235707046541995730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579144323737822581/posts/default/7235707046541995730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorrinblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/quotes-that-speak-to-me.html' title='quotes that speak to me'/><author><name>Lorri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651352720159004319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTlocHv2ETc/SgDzqF2_yoI/AAAAAAAAAYc/GKfo3AyI-QQ/S220/l_3e73044ec846954a81a64ae039a3c428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579144323737822581.post-6918512821574025831</id><published>2009-05-16T10:56:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T11:12:46.418-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='signs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lorri'/><title type='text'>just some thoughts</title><content type='html'>I believe we all have the ability to connect to mind body and spirit.&lt;br /&gt;As we experience life's ups it is easy to just to glide through life.&lt;br /&gt;It's when life's downs flow through our lives that we begin to question and seek understanding.&lt;br /&gt;For me it's important to not glide through any aspect of life.&lt;br /&gt;We need to question and seek in good times and bad.&lt;br /&gt;It's not always been easy for me to be my spiritual self &lt;br /&gt;While I have been "sensing" things my whole life ..&lt;br /&gt;I didn't accept that it was anything other then my imagination for many years..&lt;br /&gt;I have always looked at things in my life and saw signs in a lot of circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;For many years I ignored these things&lt;br /&gt;told myself as I was told it was all in my head.&lt;br /&gt;It was easy to dismiss things to ignore the signs in my life.&lt;br /&gt;Looking back now I know it was easy to dismiss.&lt;br /&gt;it's taken work, to embrace these things I feel&lt;br /&gt;I have been called crazy &lt;br /&gt;I have been told I am evil &lt;br /&gt;I have been tested every step of they way on my spiritual path.&lt;br /&gt;When I got to the point about 10 years ago that I could no longer worry about being accepted by others. &lt;br /&gt;I needed to accept myself &lt;br /&gt;accept what I feel with my soul. &lt;br /&gt;I began to embrace my spiritual self&lt;br /&gt;started reading every book on the market ..&lt;br /&gt;taking what fit within me and leaving the rest.&lt;br /&gt;I began reading and learning about all types of religions and spiritual beliefs.&lt;br /&gt;I started seeking a greater understanding of Faith .&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to have faith ..&lt;br /&gt;and I didn't know how to obtain it.&lt;br /&gt;Many times I found myself seeking answers in the wrong places.&lt;br /&gt;Looking back I felt it was wrong right away but I dismissed what I felt and thought well I must be wrong.&lt;br /&gt;These wrong ideals made me feel bad about myself &lt;br /&gt;and soon I realized that anything that makes you feel bad about yourself can't be good for me or anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;Spirit &lt;br /&gt;by any name wants us to explore and grow &lt;br /&gt;does not want to beat us down &lt;br /&gt;Spirit wants to lift us up to a greater sense of self&lt;br /&gt;When I started to listen to my inner self and exploring things that made me feel good about myself and Spirit.&lt;br /&gt;I found myself understanding faith is not something you can just obtain &lt;br /&gt;it's always been there &lt;br /&gt;I just had to accept it.&lt;br /&gt;Just like I had to accept myself &lt;br /&gt;this opened up my world&lt;br /&gt;I started seeing my place in this world differently .&lt;br /&gt;I started to see phases and cycles in my life and in those around me.&lt;br /&gt;I started to see how I can make a real difference in the life of those around me.&lt;br /&gt;I started to see that these people in my life where all placed here for a reason and to embrace the good and bad in all of them ..&lt;br /&gt;Once I accepted myself and Faith I was able to accept others in their lives and beliefs. &lt;br /&gt;I am not saying every relationship in my life is wonderful and a bed of roses lol  But in faith I know that if Spirit has a plan for me.&lt;br /&gt;Then I have to accept that there is a plan for all of us&lt;br /&gt;Even when one don't believe &lt;br /&gt;I believe that Spirit still works in their lives everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all on different levels of spirituality&lt;br /&gt;Some deny any spiritual beliefs&lt;br /&gt;some are just coming into their spiritual self &lt;br /&gt;some are further advanced and live every day a spiritual life.&lt;br /&gt;There are so many levels in between &lt;br /&gt;and this is why acceptance is so important in our lives&lt;br /&gt;once we accept ourselves and our inner knowing&lt;br /&gt;once we accept in ourselves our flaws and all &lt;br /&gt;we then can have the empathy to accept others.&lt;br /&gt;Many times over the years I have been asked and have asked&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;why is life so hard?&lt;br /&gt;I really didn't have a good answer for that question so I started meditating on that very question&lt;br /&gt;it took weeks to get a response.&lt;br /&gt;it came to me in bits and pieces over time &lt;br /&gt;but I didn't stop asking&lt;br /&gt;At first I was told in meditation&lt;br /&gt;We are here as students &lt;br /&gt;we are here to learn&lt;br /&gt;Life's hard times teach us &lt;br /&gt;Teach us empathy &lt;br /&gt;teach us acceptance ..&lt;br /&gt;I kept pushing I changed the question a bit and asked why do bad things happen to us?&lt;br /&gt;I was told again to teach&lt;br /&gt;Again I changed the question&lt;br /&gt;why is life here...so hard?&lt;br /&gt;at this point I should have known the answers&lt;br /&gt;but I was not ready to accept &lt;br /&gt;This voice came to my mind ..&lt;br /&gt;said if life was all wonderful and joyful&lt;br /&gt;who would seek heaven ? &lt;br /&gt;who would seek him?&lt;br /&gt;who would seek to live a better life?&lt;br /&gt;who would have empathy?&lt;br /&gt;who would explore the inner depth of their souls for answers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with that&lt;br /&gt;the voice in my mind was gone and my question was now answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got it ..and when someone now asks I share this with them ..&lt;br /&gt;Now you would think with all my experiences and my sense of self .&lt;br /&gt;that I would be accepted by others in my life.&lt;br /&gt;You would think that my relationships are all healthy and on track ..&lt;br /&gt;but they are not &lt;br /&gt;and most likely never will &lt;br /&gt;because we are all on these different levels &lt;br /&gt;we don't always see eye to eye &lt;br /&gt;many times I have been told I am to emotional&lt;br /&gt;(they label my inner sense emotional )&lt;br /&gt;that I cant be trusted to make decisions &lt;br /&gt;because I lead in emotion  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe going within seeking answers that resonate in me and saying what's in my heart and soul and living my life exploring my sense, in this way is wrong&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I have to live this way &lt;br /&gt;I tried the other way &lt;br /&gt;it didn't work for me ..&lt;br /&gt;and if you look really look within you &lt;br /&gt;it's not working for you either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing whats right "within" ..saying whats in ones heart and soul and living their life that way is not wrong ..&lt;br /&gt;When they are at the point I am on my spiritual path &lt;br /&gt;then they will see&lt;br /&gt;know and feel too..&lt;br /&gt;I try to surround myself with people who lift others up in spirit .&lt;br /&gt;while we can't choose everyone in our lives &lt;br /&gt;We can choose how much involvement we have in those in our lives who want to tear us down&lt;br /&gt;My advice is to learn how to accept yourself ..and then and only then can you accept anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;Once you find acceptance in yourself &lt;br /&gt;you can have these types of relationships and not be effected by their draining effects.&lt;br /&gt;As you grow within...&lt;br /&gt;some relationships will have less and less effects on you &lt;br /&gt;you may even notice these relationships become distant &lt;br /&gt;some may even fade out of your life completely.&lt;br /&gt;You will find yourself seeking other relationships with like minded people&lt;br /&gt;I call it my Soul Family ..&lt;br /&gt;because that's what they are &lt;br /&gt;they may not be of my blood &lt;br /&gt;but they are of my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All Relationships we have all have purpose ..&lt;br /&gt;you just have to figure out weather the purpose is positive or negative..&lt;br /&gt;and only going within and seeking your own sense will tell you which is which.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently a friend said to me they don't feel mentally healthy enough to make even simple choices in their lives&lt;br /&gt;they really inspired me to write this whole blog&lt;br /&gt;I have been there and could be again if I didn't live my life this way.&lt;br /&gt;Making choices in our lives &lt;br /&gt;simple ones and ones that have long lasting effects&lt;br /&gt;is really impossible unless one goes within ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well not impossible you can make them &lt;br /&gt;but the out come may not be what one wants for them selves in the long run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been told many many times live for today!!!&lt;br /&gt;and while I agree we should find joy in every day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going within seeking inner guidance for even the simple decisions in life will help you later when even those simple decisions you made have ever lasting effects on your life and those around you..Going within helps you see all aspects of your choices ..helps you see how your choices effect those you love. The more more one seeks answers within they are able to make even the hardest decisions in Faith. Soon it becomes easier and easier to know the answers within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trick is to trust in it ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in order to go within and trust in it ..you have to go back to acceptance&lt;br /&gt;acceptance in yourself &lt;br /&gt;sometimes that means revisiting our past lessons &lt;br /&gt;acceptance in something greater then you know and see...&lt;br /&gt;while this does take time and effort ..&lt;br /&gt;While you focus within it helps surrounding yourself with positive relationships&lt;br /&gt;you can bounce any thoughts off those who hold a positive place in your life &lt;br /&gt;These are healthy relationship's that will help you separate your fears from reality.&lt;br /&gt;they also help us make knowledgeable choices when it comes to those life changing decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you have to always follow your own intuition.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579144323737822581-6918512821574025831?l=lorrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6918512821574025831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3579144323737822581&amp;postID=6918512821574025831&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579144323737822581/posts/default/6918512821574025831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579144323737822581/posts/default/6918512821574025831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorrinblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-some-thoughts.html' title='just some thoughts'/><author><name>Lorri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651352720159004319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTlocHv2ETc/SgDzqF2_yoI/AAAAAAAAAYc/GKfo3AyI-QQ/S220/l_3e73044ec846954a81a64ae039a3c428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579144323737822581.post-5775147947228466764</id><published>2009-05-08T10:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T10:25:11.236-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='past'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='truth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lorri nichols'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lorri'/><title type='text'>I own my truth</title><content type='html'>sometimes when I write about my ex&lt;br /&gt;I feel guilty&lt;br /&gt;that in some way&lt;br /&gt;Like I am disrespecting my current relationship&lt;br /&gt;by even thinking about my ex&lt;br /&gt;let alone talking about him&lt;br /&gt;Now in reality&lt;br /&gt;I do not speak of him much&lt;br /&gt;unless the subject comes up&lt;br /&gt;But I do think about&lt;br /&gt;my relationship with him&lt;br /&gt;I think about what made me think the way, I did back then&lt;br /&gt;I can look back&lt;br /&gt;and see what triggered what&lt;br /&gt;looking back I can see the links&lt;br /&gt;I can own my truth&lt;br /&gt;I hurt someone I loved&lt;br /&gt;and there is no way I can never make amends for that&lt;br /&gt;I know that even if I could sit down and share my truths&lt;br /&gt;with him, he would not really ever understand&lt;br /&gt;nor would have any reason to believe me&lt;br /&gt;I didn't always understand&lt;br /&gt;but I am working through that&lt;br /&gt;within myself&lt;br /&gt;I am getting there&lt;br /&gt;writing helps&lt;br /&gt;I hold such regret&lt;br /&gt;not regret that the relationship is over&lt;br /&gt;regret that I hurt someone I loved&lt;br /&gt;regret that at times in my life back then&lt;br /&gt;I did not feel worthy of love&lt;br /&gt;worthy of good things&lt;br /&gt;worthy of having my dreams&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have any faith&lt;br /&gt;in myself&lt;br /&gt;in God&lt;br /&gt;or in him&lt;br /&gt;back then I didn't have any faith in anything&lt;br /&gt;I felt no hope&lt;br /&gt;I did things for reasons that now seem to not be any good reason at all&lt;br /&gt;but the fact is I did them&lt;br /&gt;and I now own that truth&lt;br /&gt;I know the things I did&lt;br /&gt;I did so, out of my own personal pain&lt;br /&gt;But I feel I had no right to cause personal pain to someone else&lt;br /&gt;and If I could take that back ..&lt;br /&gt;change that.. I would&lt;br /&gt;Forgive myself ..and be forgiven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when I feel guilt about still thinking about&lt;br /&gt;Him and our past&lt;br /&gt;I remind myself that it was my life&lt;br /&gt;I can't just wave a magic wand and it all just disappear from my life&lt;br /&gt;and even if I could I wouldn't want to forget.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Life has gone on ..its been many many years&lt;br /&gt;since I have even seen him face to face&lt;br /&gt;Last year I contacted his family&lt;br /&gt;when his brother passed away in a tragic accident&lt;br /&gt;I wrote a blog that the family did see&lt;br /&gt;because I was contacted by another family member thanking me&lt;br /&gt;After I sent a sympathy card from myself and my family&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to show my sympathy without causing any added pain&lt;br /&gt;by attending the funeral..or cause any problems for him and his family&lt;br /&gt;I pray often that their hearts are healing and somehow finding comfort in his memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was probably shocking to hear from me after all these years&lt;br /&gt;But I was proud that I had the strength to reach out&lt;br /&gt;regardless of what their thought of me is&lt;br /&gt;my heart ached knowing they lost someone they loved&lt;br /&gt;my heart ached that they where in such pain&lt;br /&gt;and I couldn't hide that pain from the people in my life now&lt;br /&gt;they all knew what had happen&lt;br /&gt;and they never questioned the pain I felt with their loss&lt;br /&gt;It was nice not to have to hide my feelings&lt;br /&gt;to be accepted and understood by D&lt;br /&gt;so many years in the beginning of our relationship&lt;br /&gt;I didn't speak of my past relationship much&lt;br /&gt;when I did it was mostly pain talking&lt;br /&gt;you know the things you say when going through a divorce&lt;br /&gt;the anger you take on&lt;br /&gt;how you just focus on all the bad stuff&lt;br /&gt;and the good stuff just don't come to mind anymore&lt;br /&gt;I often wonder why does it have to be that way&lt;br /&gt;is there not a better way to cope with the end of a relationship&lt;br /&gt;I guess endings are never easy&lt;br /&gt;but why do we make the emotional pain worse&lt;br /&gt;on ourselves and those we once loved&lt;br /&gt;by cheating or turning everything to shit&lt;br /&gt;so we can feel better about walking away&lt;br /&gt;how do we excuse causing that pain on someone we love&lt;br /&gt;by turning what was once good ...to shit&lt;br /&gt;how do we hide the real truth&lt;br /&gt;the real problems&lt;br /&gt;by creating more pain&lt;br /&gt;that what I did&lt;br /&gt;I can say now ..I own my truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My relationship today&lt;br /&gt;is one that I cherish&lt;br /&gt;it's never been easy&lt;br /&gt;but he gets me&lt;br /&gt;he knows my truth&lt;br /&gt;and I know his&lt;br /&gt;when all the pieces of our life&lt;br /&gt;have fallen all around us&lt;br /&gt;we both pick them up and glue them back together&lt;br /&gt;I believe that our past relationships&lt;br /&gt;taught us the tools to be able to do this&lt;br /&gt;so I am thankful for my past&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful that I can now own my truth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579144323737822581-5775147947228466764?l=lorrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5775147947228466764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3579144323737822581&amp;postID=5775147947228466764&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579144323737822581/posts/default/5775147947228466764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579144323737822581/posts/default/5775147947228466764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorrinblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-own-my-truth.html' title='I own my truth'/><author><name>Lorri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651352720159004319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTlocHv2ETc/SgDzqF2_yoI/AAAAAAAAAYc/GKfo3AyI-QQ/S220/l_3e73044ec846954a81a64ae039a3c428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579144323737822581.post-5578770909367558428</id><published>2009-05-06T11:20:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T12:10:41.020-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lorri'/><title type='text'>my gracie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DTlocHv2ETc/SgGrDSpyJYI/AAAAAAAAAY8/DIUfQChbfQc/s1600-h/today+074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DTlocHv2ETc/SgGrDSpyJYI/AAAAAAAAAY8/DIUfQChbfQc/s400/today+074.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332731506818426242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take time to smell the flowers...&lt;br /&gt;(even if they are weeds! lol)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579144323737822581-5578770909367558428?l=lorrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTlocHv2ETc/SgDzqF2_yoI/AAAAAAAAAYc/GKfo3AyI-QQ/S220/l_3e73044ec846954a81a64ae039a3c428.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DTlocHv2ETc/SgGrDSpyJYI/AAAAAAAAAY8/DIUfQChbfQc/s72-c/today+074.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579144323737822581.post-3648521059995325935</id><published>2009-05-06T09:59:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T10:52:15.618-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='may6th'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lorri'/><title type='text'>may 6th</title><content type='html'>will you ever know&lt;br /&gt;that I loved you enough, to make you go&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;will you ever know&lt;br /&gt;how much letting you go, hurt me&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;will you ever know&lt;br /&gt;I needed you to think the worst of me&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Will you ever know&lt;br /&gt;the love that still exists in me&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;will you ever know&lt;br /&gt;How sorry I will always be&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;will you ever know&lt;br /&gt;how much your life meant to me&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;will you ever know&lt;br /&gt;How proud of you I am&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;will you ever know&lt;br /&gt;that I still think of you now and then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;will you ever know&lt;br /&gt;that I will always be your friend&lt;br /&gt;even though we can never be friends&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;will you ever know&lt;br /&gt;the person I have become&lt;br /&gt;the changes in me&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;will you ever know&lt;br /&gt;I know things now&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know then&lt;br /&gt;about so many things&lt;br /&gt;mostly about myself&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;will you ever know&lt;br /&gt;if I had to do it all again&lt;br /&gt;I would only change the how..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will you ever know&lt;br /&gt;that I am sorry for what I did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will you ever know&lt;br /&gt;the true reasons behind my actions &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;will you ever know&lt;br /&gt;I wanted you to have your dreams&lt;br /&gt;they where always more important then my own&lt;br /&gt;even though that might be hard to believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will you ever know&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy you achieved your dreams&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;will you ever know&lt;br /&gt;that while life has moved on for me ..&lt;br /&gt;and you  ..&lt;br /&gt;this date stays with me&lt;br /&gt;I think it always will&lt;br /&gt;the truth is you stay with me&lt;br /&gt;your love changed my whole life once upon a time&lt;br /&gt;changed who I was forever&lt;br /&gt;and I thank you for that&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where life would had lead me&lt;br /&gt;if it was not for you&lt;br /&gt;coming into my life when you did ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will you ever know&lt;br /&gt;I cherish our time forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will you ever know&lt;br /&gt;and if you did &lt;br /&gt;it wouldn't change anything &lt;br /&gt;this I know &lt;br /&gt;but maybe, just maybe &lt;br /&gt;I could forgive myself ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579144323737822581-3648521059995325935?l=lorrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3648521059995325935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3579144323737822581&amp;postID=3648521059995325935&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579144323737822581/posts/default/4818139399603571666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579144323737822581/posts/default/4818139399603571666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorrinblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/spring-has-sprung.html' title='spring has sprung'/><author><name>Lorri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651352720159004319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTlocHv2ETc/SgDzqF2_yoI/AAAAAAAAAYc/GKfo3AyI-QQ/S220/l_3e73044ec846954a81a64ae039a3c428.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTlocHv2ETc/Sfm7FSMVIUI/AAAAAAAAAX0/l81TlWt3K8o/s72-c/spring54.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579144323737822581.post-3784176597679745941</id><published>2009-04-28T14:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T15:02:02.284-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sick sick sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTlocHv2ETc/SfdSVbKz3tI/AAAAAAAAAWk/BDnQaDGuPNo/s1600-h/sick_in_bed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 290px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTlocHv2ETc/SfdSVbKz3tI/AAAAAAAAAWk/BDnQaDGuPNo/s320/sick_in_bed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329819212040101586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes I feel as bad as I look ..lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579144323737822581-3784176597679745941?l=lorrinblog.blogspot.com' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTlocHv2ETc/SgDzqF2_yoI/AAAAAAAAAYc/GKfo3AyI-QQ/S220/l_3e73044ec846954a81a64ae039a3c428.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTlocHv2ETc/SfdSVbKz3tI/AAAAAAAAAWk/BDnQaDGuPNo/s72-c/sick_in_bed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579144323737822581.post-1194144382430588518</id><published>2009-04-27T10:46:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T10:46:54.818-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuzzy thought's</title><content type='html'>It's Monday&lt;br /&gt;where did last week go?&lt;br /&gt;it was a crazy busy week&lt;br /&gt;with my dad being sick&lt;br /&gt;and a visit from my niece&lt;br /&gt;It was good to see her again&lt;br /&gt;I was sad to see her go&lt;br /&gt;but accept that she lives so far away&lt;br /&gt;in so many ways she's all grown up now&lt;br /&gt;and in so many ways she's still a young girl&lt;br /&gt;got to see her old friends&lt;br /&gt;it was a nice visit&lt;br /&gt;Dads been weak&lt;br /&gt;sleeping a lot&lt;br /&gt;complaining his head feels fuzzy&lt;br /&gt;which can be something other then his CHF&lt;br /&gt;we didn't really know till today&lt;br /&gt;when I woke up feeling fuzzy&lt;br /&gt;my chest hurts&lt;br /&gt;I feel weak&lt;br /&gt;what ever he had ...&lt;br /&gt;I now have&lt;br /&gt;I can't be sick&lt;br /&gt;I refuse to be sick&lt;br /&gt;but I think I'm sick&lt;br /&gt;my legs ache&lt;br /&gt;my head is pounding&lt;br /&gt;damn&lt;br /&gt;I am sick&lt;br /&gt;called checked on mom and dad&lt;br /&gt;mom feels the same way&lt;br /&gt;dad is about the same&lt;br /&gt;like there was not enough to deal with&lt;br /&gt;now we all have a BUG!&lt;br /&gt;So today I sit here&lt;br /&gt;fuzzy in the head&lt;br /&gt;updating my blog&lt;br /&gt;I miss writing when I am away&lt;br /&gt;few weeks ago I said life was finally calming down&lt;br /&gt;then bam!&lt;br /&gt;life gets to busy to sit down&lt;br /&gt;share my thought's&lt;br /&gt;maybe I should stop&lt;br /&gt;saying life's calmed down&lt;br /&gt;cause every time it seems I say it&lt;br /&gt;something happens&lt;br /&gt;do I jinx myself?&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spring has come&lt;br /&gt;I think it's here to stay now&lt;br /&gt;and that's something wonderful&lt;br /&gt;I was so ready for winter to be done&lt;br /&gt;now watch ..I said that&lt;br /&gt;it will snow ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe I need to stop talking&lt;br /&gt;I think in my fuzzy state&lt;br /&gt;I should step away from the keyboard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;giggles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy Monday !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579144323737822581-1194144382430588518?l=lorrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1194144382430588518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3579144323737822581&amp;postID=1194144382430588518&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579144323737822581/posts/default/1194144382430588518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579144323737822581/posts/default/1194144382430588518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorrinblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/fuzzy-thoughts.html' title='Fuzzy thought&apos;s'/><author><name>Lorri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651352720159004319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTlocHv2ETc/SgDzqF2_yoI/AAAAAAAAAYc/GKfo3AyI-QQ/S220/l_3e73044ec846954a81a64ae039a3c428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579144323737822581.post-6315410088832183880</id><published>2009-04-21T11:51:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T11:53:36.402-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mylife'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lorri'/><title type='text'>an update</title><content type='html'>I'm tired&lt;br /&gt;been a long weekend&lt;br /&gt;been a long week already&lt;br /&gt;and it's only Tuesday lol&lt;br /&gt;it's been a rough couple days for my dad&lt;br /&gt;we spent most of the night last night&lt;br /&gt;in the ER&lt;br /&gt;He was doing well at home&lt;br /&gt;we saw the doctor Monday morning&lt;br /&gt;things where going well&lt;br /&gt;most the fluid was gone&lt;br /&gt;It was a cold rainy day here&lt;br /&gt;I hated taking him out in it&lt;br /&gt;but we had to go&lt;br /&gt;things where looking better&lt;br /&gt;10 lbs of fluid gone&lt;br /&gt;in 4 days&lt;br /&gt;(wish I could lose 10 lbs in 4 days lol)&lt;br /&gt;we got home&lt;br /&gt;things where fine&lt;br /&gt;dad laid down for a nap&lt;br /&gt;I went home&lt;br /&gt;a few hours later&lt;br /&gt;mom calls&lt;br /&gt;dad having hard time breathing&lt;br /&gt;and he is shaking bad.&lt;br /&gt;So I jumped back in the car&lt;br /&gt;drove over&lt;br /&gt;after checking him out&lt;br /&gt;I decide to call an ambulance&lt;br /&gt;to take him to the ER&lt;br /&gt;just to have him checked over&lt;br /&gt;My thought's first went to&lt;br /&gt;that maybe all the lasix&lt;br /&gt;he has taken the last couple days&lt;br /&gt;maybe he got to much&lt;br /&gt;I remembered reading something about&lt;br /&gt;some side effects of lasix&lt;br /&gt;its best to have it checked out&lt;br /&gt;Now we didn't need an ambulance really&lt;br /&gt;but something some people don't think about&lt;br /&gt;is that if you are brought into a hospital by ambulance&lt;br /&gt;you don't have to wait&lt;br /&gt;you are seen right away&lt;br /&gt;walk in's have to wait.&lt;br /&gt;We don't wait anymore&lt;br /&gt;years ago we drove him in&lt;br /&gt;during a medical emergency&lt;br /&gt;and we waited 3 hours in the ER&lt;br /&gt;before he was finally seen&lt;br /&gt;anyway last night I followed&lt;br /&gt;the ambulance to the hospital&lt;br /&gt;they ran some tests&lt;br /&gt;hooked him up checked him out&lt;br /&gt;gave him a chest xray&lt;br /&gt;and another dose of lasix&lt;br /&gt;and put in a catheter&lt;br /&gt;while we waited for results&lt;br /&gt;we watched tv&lt;br /&gt;some beauty pageant&lt;br /&gt;and waited&lt;br /&gt;the shaking had stopped&lt;br /&gt;he was breathing better&lt;br /&gt;I teased him that half naked women&lt;br /&gt;cured him  lol&lt;br /&gt;The doctor finally came in&lt;br /&gt;around 2 am&lt;br /&gt;said they wanted to keep him over night&lt;br /&gt;run more tests&lt;br /&gt;that yes he still has some fluid on him&lt;br /&gt;a few more days of lasix&lt;br /&gt;should help&lt;br /&gt;dad says I can do that from home&lt;br /&gt;the doctor says yes u probably can&lt;br /&gt;but we will still like to keep you&lt;br /&gt;I must agree with dad&lt;br /&gt;he will rest better at home&lt;br /&gt;I am 8 minutes away&lt;br /&gt;I asked if he could go home on the cath&lt;br /&gt;they looked at me strange lol&lt;br /&gt;I said he could rest better if he didn't have to get up&lt;br /&gt;every 15 to 20 minutes&lt;br /&gt;I said I will take him to his own doctor within 2 days&lt;br /&gt;to have it removed&lt;br /&gt;I explain I am a CNA&lt;br /&gt;and do know how to empty and clean the bag&lt;br /&gt;that it's not a problem&lt;br /&gt;the doctor tilts his head&lt;br /&gt;and says okay&lt;br /&gt;we can do that&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I said that&lt;br /&gt;I was on my own lol&lt;br /&gt;well you get him dressed&lt;br /&gt;and I'll send in a wheel chair&lt;br /&gt;and he was gone&lt;br /&gt;after I helped him dress&lt;br /&gt;I opened the door&lt;br /&gt;the wheel chair sat outside the door&lt;br /&gt;I got him settled&lt;br /&gt;and started wheeling him out&lt;br /&gt;I passed the doctor&lt;br /&gt;OH here let me help you&lt;br /&gt;I tell him I need to go get my car&lt;br /&gt;he says we will meet you out front&lt;br /&gt;I pull around&lt;br /&gt;here is my dad out in the cold rain&lt;br /&gt;left alone sitting in the chair&lt;br /&gt;in front of the hospital emergency front doors&lt;br /&gt;WTF&lt;br /&gt;he couldn't wait inside with him till I pulled up?&lt;br /&gt;it took everything I had not to put my father in the car&lt;br /&gt;and walk my ass back in and give him a piece of my mind&lt;br /&gt;but it's late and dad needs to get home in bed&lt;br /&gt;But that is not going to stop me from calling today&lt;br /&gt;and voicing my issue with that doctor.&lt;br /&gt;I know they are busy&lt;br /&gt;but damn&lt;br /&gt;fucking get a clue&lt;br /&gt;you don't leave a sick man out in the cold rain.&lt;br /&gt;We got home and I got him settled and in bed&lt;br /&gt;I went home but didn't sleep well&lt;br /&gt;up this morning at 7 am to go check on him&lt;br /&gt;helped him get cleaned up and made him some breakfast&lt;br /&gt;he took his meds as I walked around picking up this and that&lt;br /&gt;and tossing it in the garbage&lt;br /&gt;the man never tosses anything away lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came home and now unwinding&lt;br /&gt;should lay down and sleep&lt;br /&gt;but my minds wide awake&lt;br /&gt;maybe writing will help&lt;br /&gt;so here I sit and type&lt;br /&gt;I take a deep breath&lt;br /&gt;it's going to be a long week&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579144323737822581-6315410088832183880?l=lorrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6315410088832183880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3579144323737822581&amp;postID=6315410088832183880&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579144323737822581/posts/default/6315410088832183880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579144323737822581/posts/default/6315410088832183880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorrinblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/update.html' title='an update'/><author><name>Lorri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651352720159004319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTlocHv2ETc/SgDzqF2_yoI/AAAAAAAAAYc/GKfo3AyI-QQ/S220/l_3e73044ec846954a81a64ae039a3c428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579144323737822581.post-4265656170776118906</id><published>2009-04-16T09:27:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T20:13:56.159-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts.myday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lorri'/><title type='text'>morning thoughts..afternoon worries (updated)</title><content type='html'>I was really happy to see my previous post&lt;br /&gt;was commented on in such a positive way&lt;br /&gt;sometimes after I hit send&lt;br /&gt;I have a moment of feeling a bit naked&lt;br /&gt;I will also admit to returning back and tweeking&lt;br /&gt;a few posts from time to time&lt;br /&gt;just because I couldn't shake that feeling&lt;br /&gt;of exposing more then I guess I was ready for.&lt;br /&gt;when I started this blog&lt;br /&gt;I really didn't invite many friends to come read&lt;br /&gt;I didn't tell my family I moved my blogs&lt;br /&gt;Sure they can find me&lt;br /&gt;if they googled my ass lol&lt;br /&gt;but they wont&lt;br /&gt;so when I sit down to write it's just me&lt;br /&gt;alone in my head&lt;br /&gt;it seems for the most part&lt;br /&gt;I need to be alone in the house to write&lt;br /&gt;I am up every morning early these days&lt;br /&gt;almost like it's morning&lt;br /&gt;time to write&lt;br /&gt;like it's a job &lt;br /&gt;I love to go to&lt;br /&gt;and I do&lt;br /&gt;but it's not a job&lt;br /&gt;I just love it lol&lt;br /&gt;I need to be alone so&lt;br /&gt;I can sit and get into the mind set to write&lt;br /&gt;I turn on the tv&lt;br /&gt;on some stupid show&lt;br /&gt;on purpose..lol&lt;br /&gt;so I don't get my attention drawn away from what I am doing&lt;br /&gt;that why I need to be alone&lt;br /&gt;someone here forget about it lol&lt;br /&gt;accept when gramps lived here&lt;br /&gt;I could write with him being here&lt;br /&gt;he napped a lot&lt;br /&gt;some days it comes easy&lt;br /&gt;words just flow out on the page&lt;br /&gt;and the words fit what I am feeling&lt;br /&gt;others I just can't past the first line&lt;br /&gt;or can't even express what I want to share at all&lt;br /&gt;and find myself wondering off&lt;br /&gt;reading blogs&lt;br /&gt;checking my emails&lt;br /&gt;reading the wall at facebook&lt;br /&gt;yess...and play Yoville sometimes ..ok to much&lt;br /&gt;checking my..myspace&lt;br /&gt;then I wonder off doing laundry ,dishes&lt;br /&gt;If I can't write ..&lt;br /&gt;well least I can have a clean house right? lol&lt;br /&gt;Now that grandma d has the green light to drive&lt;br /&gt;I should be home a lot more&lt;br /&gt;yeah still do for my mom and dad&lt;br /&gt;but the lighter load is quite a relief&lt;br /&gt;while I felt good helping her&lt;br /&gt;I feel good when I have time to write too&lt;br /&gt;I started another blog&lt;br /&gt;this ones a story blog&lt;br /&gt;pages from her story&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I am any good at writing stories&lt;br /&gt;but writing the story has been something&lt;br /&gt;I have wanted to do for a long time&lt;br /&gt;and while things have calmed down in my life&lt;br /&gt;while my attention&lt;br /&gt;is not being pulled &lt;br /&gt;in a million different directions&lt;br /&gt;I am going to write it&lt;br /&gt;It's not a short story&lt;br /&gt;the story will span many years&lt;br /&gt;and as the pages of text add up&lt;br /&gt;maybe I will learn to be a better story writer.&lt;br /&gt;there's a few reason's why I want to write this story&lt;br /&gt;but the most valid reason is because I need to do it for me&lt;br /&gt;Just as I do this blog&lt;br /&gt;you know&lt;br /&gt;I spend much time alone in my head&lt;br /&gt;I am for the most part a serious person&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong ..I have a sense of humor&lt;br /&gt;but the only thing that flows ..it seems&lt;br /&gt;when I sit down to write&lt;br /&gt;are the thoughts running through my head &lt;br /&gt;my hearts voice&lt;br /&gt;my souls voice&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what it is &lt;br /&gt;but it's there&lt;br /&gt;I just type the words&lt;br /&gt;it tells me to write&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;sounds a bit crazy lol&lt;br /&gt;oh well&lt;br /&gt;another&lt;br /&gt;naked moment lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afternoon worries...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly after posting this morning blog&lt;br /&gt;mom called and asked if I could come over&lt;br /&gt;I said what's wrong?&lt;br /&gt;Dad was having a bit of a trouble breathing&lt;br /&gt;it been going on for about 5 days  she says&lt;br /&gt;Umm I am just hearing about it now?&lt;br /&gt;We talk every single day&lt;br /&gt;matter of fact&lt;br /&gt;was just there the night before&lt;br /&gt;but dad was sleeping&lt;br /&gt;nobody said a word ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called the doctor&lt;br /&gt;we can see him in a few hours&lt;br /&gt;or we can go to the ER, I told him&lt;br /&gt;he wanted to wait&lt;br /&gt;His congestive heart failure is out of control again&lt;br /&gt;he had all the warning signs the past week&lt;br /&gt;he admitted it to the doctor&lt;br /&gt;Yet he didn't do what he knows he is suppose to do&lt;br /&gt;double his lasix for three days&lt;br /&gt;if no change go to see the doctor&lt;br /&gt;at the point he is now&lt;br /&gt;he should be in the hospital&lt;br /&gt;but doc said ok to stay home&lt;br /&gt;and do the medication&lt;br /&gt;if no change in his breathing within 48 hours&lt;br /&gt;go to the ER&lt;br /&gt;We have gone through so many times&lt;br /&gt;even with his mother my grandmother&lt;br /&gt;she acted the same way&lt;br /&gt;about taking her meds and taking the signs of their disease seriously&lt;br /&gt;I asked him if I had to come over every day and look at him&lt;br /&gt;why am I only hearing about this now&lt;br /&gt;now that you can't breath&lt;br /&gt;damn I rather have to pee all day then not be able to take a deep breath&lt;br /&gt;I understand he hates it&lt;br /&gt;I understand he is mad as hell&lt;br /&gt;that he has this disease&lt;br /&gt;but I can't help unless he helps himself too&lt;br /&gt;first day you could dismiss the feelings I can understand that&lt;br /&gt;but 5 days and 10 lb weight gain of fluid?&lt;br /&gt;I want to scream&lt;br /&gt;I want to shake him&lt;br /&gt;I want him to be responsible for his health&lt;br /&gt;I can only help when he tells me somethings wrong&lt;br /&gt;makes me so mad&lt;br /&gt;I am mad&lt;br /&gt;but it also scares me&lt;br /&gt;one of these times&lt;br /&gt;he is gona let it go to far&lt;br /&gt;to come back from&lt;br /&gt;I know if we moved there&lt;br /&gt;I could keep a better eye on him&lt;br /&gt;and at some point I know&lt;br /&gt;I will need too&lt;br /&gt;but I am not ready for that point yet&lt;br /&gt;He is home&lt;br /&gt;I pray the the meds do the trick&lt;br /&gt;so he don't need to go to the hospital&lt;br /&gt;please say some prayers for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/133/9949AFCBE529D9F355765F383A76E0F2.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579144323737822581-4265656170776118906?l=lorrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4265656170776118906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3579144323737822581&amp;postID=4265656170776118906&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579144323737822581/posts/default/4265656170776118906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579144323737822581/posts/default/4265656170776118906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorrinblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/morning-thoughts.html' title='morning thoughts..afternoon worries (updated)'/><author><name>Lorri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651352720159004319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTlocHv2ETc/SgDzqF2_yoI/AAAAAAAAAYc/GKfo3AyI-QQ/S220/l_3e73044ec846954a81a64ae039a3c428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579144323737822581.post-4006792520807506313</id><published>2009-04-13T11:47:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T18:35:55.207-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lorr.blogs.personal'/><title type='text'>broken foundations</title><content type='html'>Building anything on a broken foundation&lt;br /&gt;is never a smart idea ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where I heard it&lt;br /&gt;But it's been in my head for for a long,long time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I heard it&lt;br /&gt;I didn't think about "houses"&lt;br /&gt;I thought about relationships&lt;br /&gt;I thought about myself&lt;br /&gt;there's been so many points in my life&lt;br /&gt;that I started building relationships&lt;br /&gt;when I was not in a place emotionally to start anything&lt;br /&gt;but I went ahead anyway&lt;br /&gt;and started to build on broken foundation&lt;br /&gt;thinking that the relationship could "fix me"&lt;br /&gt;I know I am not alone in this&lt;br /&gt;we all do it&lt;br /&gt;let's face it life don't stop&lt;br /&gt;because your emotionally broken or damaged&lt;br /&gt;Gosh in some ways I feel I had been emotionally broken&lt;br /&gt;most my life&lt;br /&gt;but what stands out the most is&lt;br /&gt;since I was ten&lt;br /&gt;when my Nana who raised me died of cancer&lt;br /&gt;when my parents filed for divorce..just weeks later&lt;br /&gt;and then the custody fight for me started.&lt;br /&gt;then when I was 12 &lt;br /&gt;which I have talked about before&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;all these experiences I had&lt;br /&gt;started a crack in my foundation&lt;br /&gt;I just didn't know it then&lt;br /&gt;Do so wish ..I had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time I met D&lt;br /&gt;I knew I was broken&lt;br /&gt;something was broken within me&lt;br /&gt;I had become a person I didn't want to be&lt;br /&gt;Hurt people I loved &lt;br /&gt;cheated on my spouse &lt;br /&gt;threw what was my life..&lt;br /&gt;away &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we met&lt;br /&gt;D's foundation was broken too&lt;br /&gt;maybe that's part of our connection in the beginning&lt;br /&gt;he was raised by an alcoholic abusive father&lt;br /&gt;many of his family members are alcoholic's&lt;br /&gt;and when I met D he was also a alcoholic&lt;br /&gt;but I didn't see it ..&lt;br /&gt;ok maybe I saw it but I didn't think much of it&lt;br /&gt;didn't think about that crack in the foundation&lt;br /&gt;I didn't really understand what it was&lt;br /&gt;to be an alcoholic&lt;br /&gt;I had no idea..&lt;br /&gt;how hard it would be experiencing the man in my life&lt;br /&gt;choose alcohol over everything ..&lt;br /&gt;including me&lt;br /&gt;for many of our beginning years&lt;br /&gt;his drinking separated us&lt;br /&gt;more times then I can count&lt;br /&gt;lost us more things then I can say&lt;br /&gt;lost trust&lt;br /&gt;lost hopes&lt;br /&gt;lost love&lt;br /&gt;lost respect&lt;br /&gt;I can go on and on&lt;br /&gt;and at times during this journey&lt;br /&gt;when we where separated&lt;br /&gt;My focus remained on me&lt;br /&gt;and my journey began to figure out&lt;br /&gt;how to fix my foundation&lt;br /&gt;I started to see a therapist&lt;br /&gt;I went on and off for a couple years&lt;br /&gt;started to heal some old wounds&lt;br /&gt;I started focusing on my spiritual self&lt;br /&gt;my relationship with my higher power.&lt;br /&gt;I never felt I had any other choice&lt;br /&gt;but to protect myself from his demons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His focus remained on him&lt;br /&gt;but some how&lt;br /&gt;some way&lt;br /&gt;with my faith and his too&lt;br /&gt;with love in our hearts&lt;br /&gt;we found a way through&lt;br /&gt;those tough years&lt;br /&gt;D has been in recovery&lt;br /&gt;for 6 years now&lt;br /&gt;he fought those demons&lt;br /&gt;still fight's them today&lt;br /&gt;he doesn't want to lose&lt;br /&gt;what we have rebuilt&lt;br /&gt;and neither do I&lt;br /&gt;I believe it was a journey for both of us&lt;br /&gt;to fix our broken foundations&lt;br /&gt;so we could rebuild us&lt;br /&gt;on a more solid foundation.&lt;br /&gt;the choices&lt;br /&gt;the experiences&lt;br /&gt;that brought us to this point&lt;br /&gt;where all worth it&lt;br /&gt;we are better people ...&lt;br /&gt;stronger ..&lt;br /&gt;wiser&lt;br /&gt;more respectful&lt;br /&gt;and have more hope for the future&lt;br /&gt;We learned that relationships are never easy&lt;br /&gt;but some are worth the fight..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if I was to give someone advice today ..&lt;br /&gt;who's in pain and feeling broken like I did once &lt;br /&gt;I would tell them to take the time &lt;br /&gt;to work on them selves ..&lt;br /&gt;before getting involved with someone else.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody can "fix you" and you can't "fix" anyone else &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;My Nana used to say something to me.. &lt;br /&gt;she said that only the fool needs to learn lessons from their own experiences&lt;br /&gt;so learn from the mistakes of the people around you.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/133/9949AFCBE529D9F355765F383A76E0F2.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579144323737822581-4006792520807506313?l=lorrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4006792520807506313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3579144323737822581&amp;postID=4006792520807506313&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579144323737822581/posts/default/4006792520807506313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579144323737822581/posts/default/4006792520807506313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorrinblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/broken-foundations.html' title='broken foundations'/><author><name>Lorri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651352720159004319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTlocHv2ETc/SgDzqF2_yoI/AAAAAAAAAYc/GKfo3AyI-QQ/S220/l_3e73044ec846954a81a64ae039a3c428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579144323737822581.post-8320509628439314020</id><published>2009-04-11T23:47:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T08:50:55.609-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lovemydog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just for fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lorri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laugh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gracie'/><title type='text'>a little note to little leaguers.. from Gracie</title><content type='html'>If your the ball goes over the fence ..&lt;br /&gt;and out of the park ..&lt;br /&gt;and into my yard ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's MINE!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DTlocHv2ETc/SeFmXbko3dI/AAAAAAAAATc/O9GX0QqW4js/s1600-h/today+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DTlocHv2ETc/SeFmXbko3dI/AAAAAAAAATc/O9GX0QqW4js/s320/today+027.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323648787253091794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTlocHv2ETc/SeFmRl6Y3AI/AAAAAAAAATU/bW34UYMvkPI/s1600-h/today+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTlocHv2ETc/SeFmRl6Y3AI/AAAAAAAAATU/bW34UYMvkPI/s320/today+023.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323648686949456898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DTlocHv2ETc/SeFoP94QAEI/AAAAAAAAATk/yjuFEDR2z04/s1600-h/today+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DTlocHv2ETc/SeFoP94QAEI/AAAAAAAAATk/yjuFEDR2z04/s320/today+028.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323650858046455874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps... your welcome to come take it from me...if U dare lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579144323737822581-8320509628439314020?l=lorrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DTlocHv2ETc/Sd9sFgkpzhI/AAAAAAAAAQk/vyctRe8BVzA/s1600-h/dave+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DTlocHv2ETc/Sd9sFgkpzhI/AAAAAAAAAQk/vyctRe8BVzA/s200/dave+4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323092126474030610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is a man of few words&lt;br /&gt;but he shows his love&lt;br /&gt;every day&lt;br /&gt;in the simplest of ways&lt;br /&gt;He is complicated&lt;br /&gt;we are complicated&lt;br /&gt;What started out as an affair&lt;br /&gt;became something more&lt;br /&gt;Something neither of us can label&lt;br /&gt;He is my best friend&lt;br /&gt;Through the years &lt;br /&gt;staying friends was never easy&lt;br /&gt;He can be his worst enemy&lt;br /&gt;We met&lt;br /&gt;when I had stopped believing in happy ever after&lt;br /&gt;He was looking for his way out&lt;br /&gt;Neither of us expected&lt;br /&gt;what would come to be&lt;br /&gt;through separations and tribulations in our life&lt;br /&gt;we have remained friends&lt;br /&gt;He is the only person in my life&lt;br /&gt;that never closed me out&lt;br /&gt;even when I deserved it&lt;br /&gt;I pushed and Pushed&lt;br /&gt;yet he stood next to me&lt;br /&gt;I say we are complicated&lt;br /&gt;because we are&lt;br /&gt;So many times he has had to fight his demons&lt;br /&gt;Those demons I am unable to love&lt;br /&gt;But the man he really is&lt;br /&gt;the one he is when his demons are at rest&lt;br /&gt;is a caring&lt;br /&gt;loving&lt;br /&gt;respectable&lt;br /&gt;honest&lt;br /&gt;dependable&lt;br /&gt;compassionate man who I love&lt;br /&gt;He is my best friend&lt;br /&gt;Our relationship is in a place&lt;br /&gt;I never thought It would be&lt;br /&gt;Knowing all we have been through for the last couple years&lt;br /&gt;all the reasons we had to move on with our lives&lt;br /&gt;We still fight to stay in each others lives&lt;br /&gt;We are really total opposites&lt;br /&gt;We don't agree on&lt;br /&gt;what to see&lt;br /&gt;what to listen too&lt;br /&gt;what we enjoy doing&lt;br /&gt;He is the outdoorsy type&lt;br /&gt;I am an air condition kind of girl&lt;br /&gt;He is high strung almost hyper&lt;br /&gt;I am even tempered for the most part&lt;br /&gt;I am spiritual, I have faith&lt;br /&gt;he goes through life with only glimpses of what spiritual means&lt;br /&gt;I read the signs in things&lt;br /&gt;he believes I see them&lt;br /&gt;But he doesn't always think we should listen to what they say&lt;br /&gt;He likes to leave things where he takes them off&lt;br /&gt;I like to have everything in it's place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We really have nothing much in common&lt;br /&gt;but our souls connection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When life gets rough&lt;br /&gt;we have each other in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;and that's something most people search for&lt;br /&gt;I have a feeling that no matter where our paths lead us&lt;br /&gt;we will always be..&lt;br /&gt;Tripping over each others stuff&lt;br /&gt;Fighting about this and that&lt;br /&gt;and being there for each other no matter what..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/133/9949AFCBE529D9F355765F383A76E0F2.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579144323737822581-6952528790072135699?l=lorrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6952528790072135699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DTlocHv2ETc/Sd9sFgkpzhI/AAAAAAAAAQk/vyctRe8BVzA/s72-c/dave+4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579144323737822581.post-6755053397813875379</id><published>2009-04-08T10:40:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T10:09:43.392-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lorri'/><title type='text'>this and that</title><content type='html'>I am two weeks behind on updates&lt;br /&gt;Its been a quiet week here for me&lt;br /&gt;but the words just didn't flow&lt;br /&gt;I have felt tired&lt;br /&gt;not sleeping all that well&lt;br /&gt;the dreams ..&lt;br /&gt;when I am tired&lt;br /&gt;it just seems I can't sit and think&lt;br /&gt;let alone write my jumbled thoughts&lt;br /&gt;To bring you up to date&lt;br /&gt;grandma d is doing very well&lt;br /&gt;with her new pace maker&lt;br /&gt;she feels better then she has in years&lt;br /&gt;just as I told her she would&lt;br /&gt;Doctors gave her the green light&lt;br /&gt;to drive again&lt;br /&gt;so she is one happy lady&lt;br /&gt;Last week I was suppose to take her for her check up&lt;br /&gt;but my dad had an appointment on the same day ..&lt;br /&gt;around the same time&lt;br /&gt;they needed to run some tests&lt;br /&gt;and I couldn't ..&lt;br /&gt;wouldn't really&lt;br /&gt;change his appointment again&lt;br /&gt;I let k know about 5 days in advance&lt;br /&gt;figuring this would give her the time she needed&lt;br /&gt;to arrange to have the day off&lt;br /&gt;or one of her sister's to have the day off&lt;br /&gt;I have not heard from k since&lt;br /&gt;the following day I took grandma d to her cancer doctor&lt;br /&gt;we had a good day&lt;br /&gt;talked ..had a nice lunch together&lt;br /&gt;she was very excited that she could drive again&lt;br /&gt;within the next couple days&lt;br /&gt;after I dropped her off&lt;br /&gt;I have not heard from her since&lt;br /&gt;it seems to me&lt;br /&gt;me saying no I can't&lt;br /&gt;has done ticked them both off&lt;br /&gt;I was hearing from the both&lt;br /&gt;everyday&lt;br /&gt;now nothing&lt;br /&gt;not even a call to say hey&lt;br /&gt;how is your dad&lt;br /&gt;did the testing go well?&lt;br /&gt;I can say I feel used&lt;br /&gt;I thought a relationship with D's grandmother&lt;br /&gt;was forming&lt;br /&gt;but it appears to me now that&lt;br /&gt;that relationship is based on what I can do for them&lt;br /&gt;not what I thought&lt;br /&gt;but not everyone&lt;br /&gt;looks at family like I do&lt;br /&gt;I understand that&lt;br /&gt;maybe its because I can't have a family of my own&lt;br /&gt;that I need to make the one given to me&lt;br /&gt;the best it can be&lt;br /&gt;but some people are just not built that way&lt;br /&gt;I get it&lt;br /&gt;but I am different&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how at this point&lt;br /&gt;to change and turn all this onto myself&lt;br /&gt;worry about myself more&lt;br /&gt;do only if there's something in for me&lt;br /&gt;all I can do is accept&lt;br /&gt;and do what I do&lt;br /&gt;because it makes me feel good inside&lt;br /&gt;As I said earlier&lt;br /&gt;it's been a quiet week&lt;br /&gt;been cleaning&lt;br /&gt;been playing on face book&lt;br /&gt;going for my walks again&lt;br /&gt;Until winter revisited earlier this week&lt;br /&gt;We are still doing a lot for mom and dad&lt;br /&gt;but they are always there for me when I need them&lt;br /&gt;they are truly one of the two&lt;br /&gt;most healthy relationships&lt;br /&gt;in my life&lt;br /&gt;cause I work hardest at them&lt;br /&gt;they are the people in my life&lt;br /&gt;that are there for me&lt;br /&gt;in good times&lt;br /&gt;and bad times&lt;br /&gt;when I was a selfish person&lt;br /&gt;and stand behind me being who I am today&lt;br /&gt;they are who makes me...&lt;br /&gt;me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway&lt;br /&gt;Dad is doing ok&lt;br /&gt;we have to go back next week&lt;br /&gt;for them to run a few more tests&lt;br /&gt;but he is doing good for someone with his condition&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa ray&lt;br /&gt;is about the same&lt;br /&gt;very confused&lt;br /&gt;it's so hard to see him that way&lt;br /&gt;I visit&lt;br /&gt;then I try to put it out of my mind&lt;br /&gt;accept what is&lt;br /&gt;and pray that he has some sort of inner peace &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun is out this morning..&lt;br /&gt;still snow on the ground &lt;br /&gt;and its cold ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish spring would spring back into Michigan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/133/9949AFCBE529D9F355765F383A76E0F2.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: 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that'/><author><name>Lorri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651352720159004319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTlocHv2ETc/SgDzqF2_yoI/AAAAAAAAAYc/GKfo3AyI-QQ/S220/l_3e73044ec846954a81a64ae039a3c428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579144323737822581.post-8614991143839598801</id><published>2009-04-06T12:45:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T10:10:19.903-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lorri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><title type='text'>Winter returns</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='julie'/><title type='text'>do me a favor...PLEASE!!</title><content type='html'>fellow blogger Julie &lt;br /&gt;has been blogging for one year today! &lt;br /&gt;please drop over and wish her a Happy Blogiversary!&lt;br /&gt;she would love to hit 100 comments!! &lt;br /&gt;Lets help her out!&lt;br /&gt;and while your there read her blog &lt;br /&gt;she is one funny lady!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://47andstartingover.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;Happy Blogiversary! Julie!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a crazy week &lt;br /&gt;no time to sit and write it all out yet &lt;br /&gt;maybe this weekend ..I'll catch up soon!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a GREAT weekend!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/133/9949AFCBE529D9F355765F383A76E0F2.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579144323737822581-1902006380601561083?l=lorrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1902006380601561083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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/&gt;didn't know where I wanted to go&lt;br /&gt;just knew I wanted to be alone&lt;br /&gt;away from the phone&lt;br /&gt;away from any stress&lt;br /&gt;As I jumped in the car&lt;br /&gt;I switched my cell phone off&lt;br /&gt;today the world can get by without me&lt;br /&gt;least for the next couple hours &lt;br /&gt;the sun is shinning&lt;br /&gt;the air is still a bit chilly&lt;br /&gt;but spring is in the air&lt;br /&gt;after getting some gas&lt;br /&gt;and a cup of coffee&lt;br /&gt;I start to drive&lt;br /&gt;my friend Jim comes to mind&lt;br /&gt;even though I think of him often&lt;br /&gt;talk to him ...when I am feeling lost&lt;br /&gt;miss him every day.&lt;br /&gt;have not been to his grave since last fall&lt;br /&gt;so that will be my first stop&lt;br /&gt;the cemetery&lt;br /&gt;it's a small place&lt;br /&gt;surrounded by tree's&lt;br /&gt;the sounds of birds&lt;br /&gt;an occasional car&lt;br /&gt;passing through the small town of Adair&lt;br /&gt;his grave is not far from where he grew up&lt;br /&gt;where we spent summers&lt;br /&gt;in the 80's hanging out&lt;br /&gt;drinking to much usually..&lt;br /&gt;but it's was some of the best summers&lt;br /&gt;of my young life&lt;br /&gt;I was young and in love&lt;br /&gt;with his best friend&lt;br /&gt;they where summers&lt;br /&gt;filled with laughter&lt;br /&gt;and big jacked up trucks&lt;br /&gt;perfect for any country road&lt;br /&gt;not to mention off road&lt;br /&gt;which in those days is how we spent&lt;br /&gt;every weekend&lt;br /&gt;least till..&lt;br /&gt;the cops would show up and everyone would scatter&lt;br /&gt;Jim was always&lt;br /&gt;the life of any party&lt;br /&gt;the craziest&lt;br /&gt;and loudest&lt;br /&gt;guy of the group&lt;br /&gt;but he also was a great guy&lt;br /&gt;always there for his friends&lt;br /&gt;always there for me&lt;br /&gt;through the years&lt;br /&gt;and the changes in my life&lt;br /&gt;he was always my friend&lt;br /&gt;didn't judge me&lt;br /&gt;just accepted me&lt;br /&gt;when he passed&lt;br /&gt;I cried for days&lt;br /&gt;thinking back to the last time we spoke&lt;br /&gt;I was in a hurry&lt;br /&gt;didn't have time to talk&lt;br /&gt;God I wish I could have just took the time&lt;br /&gt;lesson learned&lt;br /&gt;I now take the time&lt;br /&gt;nothing is more important&lt;br /&gt;then time spent with people you love ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last summer I went to visit his grave&lt;br /&gt;and I wrote a blog about my experience&lt;br /&gt;I will share it with you here&lt;br /&gt;at the end of this post &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today here I stand at your grave again&lt;br /&gt;not to share the pain I did last time&lt;br /&gt;but to share with you&lt;br /&gt;all the good things in my life&lt;br /&gt;share with you the lessons you taught me&lt;br /&gt;God I wish you where still here&lt;br /&gt;to see who I have become&lt;br /&gt;to see who you would have become&lt;br /&gt;you left us to soon&lt;br /&gt;I see your mom has been here&lt;br /&gt;most likely at Christmas&lt;br /&gt;the winters snow has left her memorial&lt;br /&gt;to you in disarray&lt;br /&gt;So I did my best to fix it&lt;br /&gt;I know she would want me too&lt;br /&gt;I should have brought&lt;br /&gt;something to add to it&lt;br /&gt;but I didn't plan this visit&lt;br /&gt;next time I guess&lt;br /&gt;As I stood at his grave&lt;br /&gt;memories flood my mind&lt;br /&gt;the night we all first met&lt;br /&gt;how that night&lt;br /&gt;changed my whole life&lt;br /&gt;I am so lucky to look back&lt;br /&gt;and know even through the pain&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't have changed anything&lt;br /&gt;because I would not have met you&lt;br /&gt;God I miss you&lt;br /&gt;Before I let emotions take over&lt;br /&gt;I get back into my car&lt;br /&gt;and head out driving past the old farm house&lt;br /&gt;where so many memories are held&lt;br /&gt;I find myself heading to St.Clair&lt;br /&gt;a place I once called home&lt;br /&gt;drive past the church I used to attend&lt;br /&gt;and head towards the river&lt;br /&gt;where I used to stroll the board walk&lt;br /&gt;every chance I got&lt;br /&gt;I grabbed what was left of my coffee&lt;br /&gt;and headed down the board walk&lt;br /&gt;the water was calm&lt;br /&gt;the ice was almost all gone now&lt;br /&gt;just a few pieces of ice flowing&lt;br /&gt;down the river here and there&lt;br /&gt;I took a few pictures as I walked down the board walk&lt;br /&gt;Some new sculptures catch my eye&lt;br /&gt;They may have been here the last time I visited&lt;br /&gt;I honestly don't remember&lt;br /&gt;they are children at play&lt;br /&gt;they are beautiful ..simply beautiful&lt;br /&gt;I snapped pictures of a few&lt;br /&gt;and returned back to the board walk&lt;br /&gt;while I am standing at the river edge&lt;br /&gt;drinking my coffee&lt;br /&gt;soaking up the sense's I feel&lt;br /&gt;a seagull lands just a few feet from me on the hand rail&lt;br /&gt;and slowly I move closer&lt;br /&gt;taking the camera back out of my pocket&lt;br /&gt;to my amazement it stood still&lt;br /&gt;I stood still for a few moments&lt;br /&gt;looking at the simple beauty and amazed it didn't fly away&lt;br /&gt;I took a few pictures&lt;br /&gt;which again amazed it just stood there&lt;br /&gt;then it looked at me&lt;br /&gt;as I turned to walk away &lt;br /&gt;it lifted off in flight&lt;br /&gt;it was simple &lt;br /&gt;but filled me with such happiness&lt;br /&gt;I imagined all the stress&lt;br /&gt;all the negativity life hands you&lt;br /&gt;being swept away from me&lt;br /&gt;I imagined all my worries&lt;br /&gt;being flown away from me&lt;br /&gt;dropped off somewhere up the river&lt;br /&gt;by that seagull who just stayed there&lt;br /&gt;with me in that moment&lt;br /&gt;After I walked further up the board walk&lt;br /&gt;snapping a few pictures on the way&lt;br /&gt;I found a bench at the end and sat&lt;br /&gt;finished my coffee&lt;br /&gt;said an occasional hello to passer byes&lt;br /&gt;I sat there for the longest time just letting&lt;br /&gt;my mind wander where it may&lt;br /&gt;felt good just to have time&lt;br /&gt;alone ..in my own head&lt;br /&gt;when I felt my balance return&lt;br /&gt;it was time to go&lt;br /&gt;I drove past my old apartment&lt;br /&gt;still looks the same&lt;br /&gt;as if all this time has not even passed&lt;br /&gt;but time has passed&lt;br /&gt;I lived there a life time ago it seems&lt;br /&gt;on my way home I had one more stop&lt;br /&gt;it's a walking bridge as your leaving St.Clair&lt;br /&gt;used to love walking down the walking trail close to it&lt;br /&gt;but this time of year&lt;br /&gt;it's a muddy mess&lt;br /&gt;so I stayed to the bridge&lt;br /&gt;snapped another picture&lt;br /&gt;and then drove home with a since of peace &lt;br /&gt;was a wonderful way to spend a 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background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past blog I wanted to share &lt;br /&gt;for those who didn't follow me &lt;br /&gt;on myspace &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; June 5, 2008 - Thursday &lt;br /&gt;	&lt;br /&gt;A little help from my friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I went to the grave of long time friend Jim Quick ..&lt;br /&gt;he passed several years ago after an accident&lt;br /&gt;See when I am sad or when I am confused about my emotions ..&lt;br /&gt;specially when my past comes back to my present&lt;br /&gt;I find myself standing at his grave asking him what I should do&lt;br /&gt;asking him to understand .&lt;br /&gt;I sit on the ground besides his grave and I talk ..&lt;br /&gt;everything and anything comes pouring out and while I wish with all my might he could just tell me what to do ..&lt;br /&gt;he cant respond and I knew that.&lt;br /&gt;But deep inside of myself I hear his voice..I hear his laugh ..I feel his presence&lt;br /&gt;and even though I didn't get the advice I need those times.&lt;br /&gt;I always feel better just being there with him.&lt;br /&gt;Recently the loss of someone I once knew sent me back to Jim's grave.&lt;br /&gt;As I stood at his grave with tears flowing down my cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;I started to speak&lt;br /&gt;I asked first if he knows whats happen ..my heart was so heavy I couldn't even express the words out loud to what I wanted to tell him&lt;br /&gt;all I could do was to think &lt;br /&gt;find him Jim ..go to him ..comfort him Jim&lt;br /&gt;it all happen so fast ..&lt;br /&gt;The sound of a car pulling up brought my attention to the driveway of the cemetery&lt;br /&gt;A car had pulled up right behind mine and tooted its horn ..&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't tell who it was ..the sun shinning brightly in my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;So I started to walk towards the car..when the light haired women yelled out ..&lt;br /&gt;It's me!! Jimmy's mom!&lt;br /&gt;I walked over to her car ..I had not seen her in years ..some time ago she moved away from the area&lt;br /&gt;I was truly shocked she was there.&lt;br /&gt;She asked are you here visiting my Jimmy? I said yes I come quite often&lt;br /&gt;she smiled and said I remember your face but I am sorry I can't remember your name. I told her my name,who I was once ..she smiled said well it's wonderful to see you here Jimmy loves that you still visit him.&lt;br /&gt;I smiled it was plain to see I was visibly upset so she asked what did you come to talk to my Jimmy about today?&lt;br /&gt;So I told her about the accident that took Dan's life..that I was here to ask Jim to watch over him and his family. She smiled and said you always where such a sweet girl ...glad to see that has not changed. She then said well Lorri you and I both know that Dan is ok ..he is home with God now.&lt;br /&gt;I shook my head said yes ...  said I know he is but I needed to do something...and talking to Jim always helps ..&lt;br /&gt;she smiled said I am so proud to know my boy touched your life this way.&lt;br /&gt;We talked for a long while about life..about her grand children about my life and where it's at now. I told her how I was torn between wanting to show my respects and not wanting to hurt or cause any stress on anyone by being there..&lt;br /&gt;She reached out and squeezed my hand ..said divorce does not mean you no longer care or feel for the other Lorri and it's ok to admit you do still care ..&lt;br /&gt;you should go if that's what you feel or don't go and find another way to show you care...&lt;br /&gt;she reached out and hugged me as tears ran down my cheeks I love you Lorri and so does my Jimmy she said.&lt;br /&gt;I was in awe of that moment. &lt;br /&gt;As the embrace ended she said well I must be off have a long drive ahead of me&lt;br /&gt;I said ohh so you where just here for today?&lt;br /&gt;she said yes I come to straiten Jimmy's grave..&lt;br /&gt;the thought popped into my head yesterday and I drove down this morning....I was just leaving when I saw you standing here..&lt;br /&gt;Now you stay here and talk to Jimmy it will help..&lt;br /&gt;In that moment I knew this was not just a coincidence&lt;br /&gt;I said well honestly I think I feel a bit better now ..&lt;br /&gt;I think Jim sent you to talk to me today..&lt;br /&gt;she smiled said maybe so ..&lt;br /&gt;maybe he sent you here today to remind me was a great son I had and how he touched his friends lives.&lt;br /&gt;we both smiled with tears forming in our eyes..as she waved good by&lt;br /&gt;I knew I had just experienced something so wonderful. &lt;br /&gt;As I sat back at Jim's grave I thanked him for finding a way to help me when I needed his help so badly this time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am truly blessed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Thanks Jim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579144323737822581-4796205198395540133?l=lorrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4796205198395540133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3579144323737822581&amp;postID=4796205198395540133&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579144323737822581/posts/default/4796205198395540133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579144323737822581/posts/default/4796205198395540133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorrinblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/end-of-busy-week.html' title='the end of another busy week '/><author><name>Lorri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651352720159004319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTlocHv2ETc/SgDzqF2_yoI/AAAAAAAAAYc/GKfo3AyI-QQ/S220/l_3e73044ec846954a81a64ae039a3c428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579144323737822581.post-6216514694228777950</id><published>2009-03-25T12:58:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T13:04:40.802-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lorri.nichols'/><title type='text'>thoughts for today</title><content type='html'>Gosh it's already Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;yet to write anything in my blog&lt;br /&gt;sat down many times&lt;br /&gt;to write&lt;br /&gt;but nothing seemed to come to my mind&lt;br /&gt;bits and pieces of memories I wanted to share&lt;br /&gt;but the words just don't come&lt;br /&gt;Grandma D is doing well&lt;br /&gt;recovering and feeling better then she has in a long while&lt;br /&gt;I am glad&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa ray is about the same&lt;br /&gt;nothing new to report&lt;br /&gt;I been so busy lately&lt;br /&gt;it's been hard to find the time to stop&lt;br /&gt;and visit for long&lt;br /&gt;the last couple visits have been short&lt;br /&gt;he has been grumpy and does not even know who I am&lt;br /&gt;tells me "nurse put me to bed "&lt;br /&gt;over and over again&lt;br /&gt;My dads doing alright&lt;br /&gt;has a doctors appointment tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;that we put off last week&lt;br /&gt;when I was just to busy to manage&lt;br /&gt;Today I did some running in the morning&lt;br /&gt;have the rest of the day to myself&lt;br /&gt;where I plan on focusing on writing&lt;br /&gt;since I don't feel like doing much else&lt;br /&gt;it's cold and raining&lt;br /&gt;the type of day that just leaves you feeling blah&lt;br /&gt;woke up this morning&lt;br /&gt;in tears&lt;br /&gt;feeling awful&lt;br /&gt;my dreams where upsetting&lt;br /&gt;I been working through them&lt;br /&gt;trying to remember&lt;br /&gt;all the bits and pieces&lt;br /&gt;so I might make sense of why&lt;br /&gt;I am dreaming of him again&lt;br /&gt;last time the dreams came on this strong&lt;br /&gt;he had a loss in his family&lt;br /&gt;I pray that's not it&lt;br /&gt;not again ..not this soon&lt;br /&gt;I pray everything is alright&lt;br /&gt;I am sure the guilt&lt;br /&gt;over dreaming of him again&lt;br /&gt;will come sooner or later&lt;br /&gt;but it's waited energy&lt;br /&gt;I know that&lt;br /&gt;I can't control my dreams&lt;br /&gt;and it's not as if I dream of us&lt;br /&gt;in the romantic sense&lt;br /&gt;we are just talking&lt;br /&gt;sometimes it's calm&lt;br /&gt;and comforting&lt;br /&gt;other times it drains me&lt;br /&gt;emotionally&lt;br /&gt;spend the day trying to shake that feeling&lt;br /&gt;today's that day for me I guess&lt;br /&gt;My dreams tell me a lot about myself&lt;br /&gt;and my life&lt;br /&gt;people around me&lt;br /&gt;and I have always felt blessed by having them&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes&lt;br /&gt;like today&lt;br /&gt;I think if they would just stop .....&lt;br /&gt;then I think&lt;br /&gt;I would then miss them&lt;br /&gt;It's just part of who I am&lt;br /&gt;have to accept that&lt;br /&gt;and in many ways I do&lt;br /&gt;I don't hide the fact I have these dreams&lt;br /&gt;I usually call my mom&lt;br /&gt;lol yes my mommy !&lt;br /&gt;I can tell her anything &lt;br /&gt;I tell D when he see's me in my mood&lt;br /&gt;after I wake up...&lt;br /&gt;there's no hiding it &lt;br /&gt;I don't go into detail&lt;br /&gt;only cause I can't&lt;br /&gt;till later when I can have some quiet time to reflect&lt;br /&gt;and put all the pieces together&lt;br /&gt;plus going into details&lt;br /&gt;would be hurtful&lt;br /&gt;after all dreaming about a man from my past&lt;br /&gt;couldn't be all so comforting to the man in my life&lt;br /&gt;But he knows enough&lt;br /&gt;that I don't feel I am hiding something&lt;br /&gt;It's been so many years&lt;br /&gt;you would think&lt;br /&gt;by now&lt;br /&gt;these would stop&lt;br /&gt;but I dream for a reason&lt;br /&gt;I have to believe that&lt;br /&gt;or I'd have to admit I am a bit screwy&lt;br /&gt;maybe a bit of both? lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no need to comment on that last part lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/92/07E7CD0DF7AAE32B97FF1A9F4ECDEBB3.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579144323737822581-6216514694228777950?l=lorrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6216514694228777950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3579144323737822581&amp;postID=6216514694228777950&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579144323737822581/posts/default/6216514694228777950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579144323737822581/posts/default/6216514694228777950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorrinblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/thoughts-for-today.html' title='thoughts for today'/><author><name>Lorri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651352720159004319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTlocHv2ETc/SgDzqF2_yoI/AAAAAAAAAYc/GKfo3AyI-QQ/S220/l_3e73044ec846954a81a64ae039a3c428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579144323737822581.post-6599764487491453999</id><published>2009-03-20T11:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T11:24:02.720-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lorri nichols'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lorri'/><title type='text'>It's been quite a week...</title><content type='html'>Monday I took Grandma D to have skin cancer removed&lt;br /&gt;from her hip and top of her foot&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't go in with her so I walked around the complex&lt;br /&gt;they had lovely art work all through out&lt;br /&gt;and I forgot my camera (damn!)&lt;br /&gt;I took a stroll out side&lt;br /&gt;soaking up the sun and warmth&lt;br /&gt;it was such a nice spring day..&lt;br /&gt;Grandma d's surgery took a few hours&lt;br /&gt;I started to worry&lt;br /&gt;when they finally came out and got me&lt;br /&gt;letting me go back to help her dress&lt;br /&gt;and hear the doctors instructions for her care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma d at this point has now been wearing a heart monitor&lt;br /&gt;that her cardio doctor ordered the week prior&lt;br /&gt;at my strong suggestion she see a cardiologist&lt;br /&gt;it was clear to me her family practice doctor&lt;br /&gt;was not taking these spells seriously&lt;br /&gt;or she was just out of her league&lt;br /&gt;So late last week we saw my dad's Cardio doctor&lt;br /&gt;and he wanted to monitor her heart for a month&lt;br /&gt;she agreed but didn't like it one bit.&lt;br /&gt;But he took her seriously and wanted to find out whats wrong&lt;br /&gt;and I knew if anyone would find it a problem&lt;br /&gt;it would be him&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Well Monday after the doctor left the room&lt;br /&gt;Grandma d had one of her "spells"&lt;br /&gt;while sitting waiting for her scripts&lt;br /&gt;after making sure she was safe from falling forward&lt;br /&gt;I clicked on the hand held part of the heart monitor&lt;br /&gt;it alerts the cardio doctor that she had a spell&lt;br /&gt;and they are able to read what is going on with her heart&lt;br /&gt;during these spells&lt;br /&gt;after resting for a few&lt;br /&gt;I asked for a wheel chair to take grams to the car&lt;br /&gt;as I said before these spells take everything out of her&lt;br /&gt;and I didn't want her to push herself anymore&lt;br /&gt;it was a long day for her&lt;br /&gt;with the cancer surgery and all&lt;br /&gt;On the way home her cell phone rang&lt;br /&gt;saying the cardio doctor called&lt;br /&gt;and wants to see her as soon as possible&lt;br /&gt;by this point we are already back in Richmond&lt;br /&gt;and it was close to 5 o'clock&lt;br /&gt;to late to go back now&lt;br /&gt;we had to go back to the cancer doctor&lt;br /&gt;the following day (Tuesday) to be re-checked&lt;br /&gt;so we would plan to go to both doctors the next day&lt;br /&gt;I ran to the drug store ..got grams scripts&lt;br /&gt;dropped them off and k made a comment  about&lt;br /&gt;me always being around when grams had her spells&lt;br /&gt;she laughed it off as if it was a joke&lt;br /&gt;but was not funny to me at all&lt;br /&gt;a little while after she apologized for all the time &lt;br /&gt;I been needing to take grams here and there..&lt;br /&gt;that she felt bad   &lt;br /&gt;I looked at her and said she should and laughed &lt;br /&gt;wondered how she liked rude comments followed by a laugh  &lt;br /&gt;and finally made it home that night after 8 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday morning I had to go to the doctors myself&lt;br /&gt;I needed a refill on my thyroid meds&lt;br /&gt;after a blood test&lt;br /&gt;they found my levels out of normal ranges again&lt;br /&gt;they upped my medication&lt;br /&gt;I was a bit shocked to hear my ranges out of wack again&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about the last couple days&lt;br /&gt;I did have other symptoms of my thyroid levels being off&lt;br /&gt;but I excused them away with&lt;br /&gt;being tired from being so busy lately&lt;br /&gt;all the stress and shit&lt;br /&gt;but this is why the tests every 3 months&lt;br /&gt;to make sure I stay in good lab ranges for me&lt;br /&gt;and this is not at all the range I need to be in&lt;br /&gt;I been dealing with thyroid disease since I was 19.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after my appointment..&lt;br /&gt;I went and picked up Grandma D&lt;br /&gt;we stopped and had a light lunch&lt;br /&gt;then off to the cardio doctors first&lt;br /&gt;His nurse ran his normal tests (ekg,bp,ect)&lt;br /&gt;and then he came in with the results he received with the monitor&lt;br /&gt;Grandma d was shaken by what he had to say&lt;br /&gt;the results basically say her heart is stopping&lt;br /&gt;and she needs a pace maker&lt;br /&gt;we asked a lot of questions&lt;br /&gt;and grams asked to go home and talk to her family about it&lt;br /&gt;he agreed but warned her that if she had another spell&lt;br /&gt;she was to go directly to the ER&lt;br /&gt;she agreed&lt;br /&gt;After we talked on our way to the cancer doctors office&lt;br /&gt;I knew she was scared&lt;br /&gt;and tried to assure her that it would be okay&lt;br /&gt;But she was stressed and anxiety filled by the time we got&lt;br /&gt;to the other doctors appointment&lt;br /&gt;I brought her in with the wheel chair again&lt;br /&gt;before getting into the building&lt;br /&gt;she had another moment of weakness&lt;br /&gt;she didn't pass out&lt;br /&gt;she was just weak&lt;br /&gt;we got done with the re-check&lt;br /&gt;her incisions where looking good&lt;br /&gt;and her stitches where holding&lt;br /&gt;after we drove home&lt;br /&gt;she called her daughters&lt;br /&gt;and they all felt good about the pacemaker&lt;br /&gt;happy that we finally have an answer&lt;br /&gt;to what is wrong&lt;br /&gt;after I got her settled and she laid down for a nap&lt;br /&gt;K her daughter was with her&lt;br /&gt;I left and went to the grocery store picked up some&lt;br /&gt;things I needed at home&lt;br /&gt;Later that night I had a weird feeling (vibe)&lt;br /&gt;and ran a piece of pie over to her as an excuse to check on her&lt;br /&gt;she was sleepy but said she was fine ..&lt;br /&gt;watching the hockey game ..&lt;br /&gt;I went home&lt;br /&gt;but worried most the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday I had some running around to do in the morning&lt;br /&gt;but hurried threw it and arrived at grandma d's&lt;br /&gt;I need to change her bandages&lt;br /&gt;clean the incisions and put on the medication&lt;br /&gt;she didn't look like she was feeling well to me&lt;br /&gt;but wouldn't admit it.&lt;br /&gt;after changing the bandages&lt;br /&gt;we went and sat in the living room&lt;br /&gt;the phone rang&lt;br /&gt;it was the cardio doctor&lt;br /&gt;instructing grams to go to the ER&lt;br /&gt;that her doctor will be waiting for her&lt;br /&gt;We called K and she drove to grams&lt;br /&gt;while I packed up a bag for grandma (just in case)&lt;br /&gt;I told her&lt;br /&gt;But I knew she needed it&lt;br /&gt;also packing up her dogs leash and food to take the dog over to K's&lt;br /&gt;K drove grandma d to the ER&lt;br /&gt;and I met them there after I dropped the dog off&lt;br /&gt;K's husband was home and for the second time&lt;br /&gt;I was asked what I am doing to grandma d&lt;br /&gt;that she has these spells when I am around.&lt;br /&gt;K said it a few days before&lt;br /&gt;They where joking&lt;br /&gt;but it ticked me off&lt;br /&gt;I responded  that the reason it happens when I am around&lt;br /&gt;is because I am always around her&lt;br /&gt;I really can't believe they both said the same thing&lt;br /&gt;it's as if it was a topic of a conversation between them&lt;br /&gt;had to be ..after all they both said the exact same thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had already said something about K saying it to grams&lt;br /&gt;earlier that day&lt;br /&gt;so by the time I reached the hospital K knew it had upset me&lt;br /&gt;she apologized and I said oh it's ok&lt;br /&gt;even though it was not&lt;br /&gt;in the ER in front of grandma d is not the place&lt;br /&gt;to even discuss this now &lt;br /&gt;I sat with grandma d and K till a room was available&lt;br /&gt;that evening around 10 pm&lt;br /&gt;we got to the room&lt;br /&gt;and the nurse asked is grandma d needed help walking&lt;br /&gt;she said no&lt;br /&gt;K asked her if she wanted her help&lt;br /&gt;she said no&lt;br /&gt;then turned around and asked me to help her&lt;br /&gt;K gave me a look&lt;br /&gt;I just didn't look at her and helped gram&lt;br /&gt;to the bathroom then back into bed&lt;br /&gt;while grams was in the bathroom&lt;br /&gt;I asked what's the look for K&lt;br /&gt;she said oh she was just tired&lt;br /&gt;I didn't believe her&lt;br /&gt;I think grams wanting my help&lt;br /&gt;hurt her feelings&lt;br /&gt;but she has to remember&lt;br /&gt;this is what I do&lt;br /&gt;I worked in nursing homes&lt;br /&gt;I took care of both my grandparents&lt;br /&gt;my dad&lt;br /&gt;she looks at me as a nurse&lt;br /&gt;someone skilled it help her&lt;br /&gt;maybe I make her feel comforted&lt;br /&gt;understood&lt;br /&gt;I know I don't feed into her anxiety the way some do&lt;br /&gt;anyway we made sure she was comfortable&lt;br /&gt;and we both left&lt;br /&gt;she thanked me as we left the hospital&lt;br /&gt;no hug&lt;br /&gt;no real connection&lt;br /&gt;just a thanks kid and off we went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning grams would get a pace maker (Thursday)&lt;br /&gt;the tests where all done&lt;br /&gt;they prepared for surgery&lt;br /&gt;I had to take my dad to the doctors&lt;br /&gt;so I knew I couldn't be there&lt;br /&gt;but K said she would call after it was done and update me&lt;br /&gt;around 7:30 am she called said they just took grams down&lt;br /&gt;and she would call me back around noon with an update&lt;br /&gt;at 9 am the phone rang&lt;br /&gt;it was my mom and we had changed dad's appointment&lt;br /&gt;till the following week&lt;br /&gt;it was just a battery check for his pacemaker&lt;br /&gt;it could wait..he just had it tested a few months back&lt;br /&gt;so I would be home after all&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to go the the hospital&lt;br /&gt;but after the night before I decided I best just stay home&lt;br /&gt;and wait for k to call with an update&lt;br /&gt;I slept most of the morning on and off watching tv&lt;br /&gt;didn't have the energy to write or be on pc even&lt;br /&gt;noon came and went and still no word&lt;br /&gt;around 3 o'clock I was worried&lt;br /&gt;but had to run to the grocery store for my mom and dad&lt;br /&gt;did their shopping&lt;br /&gt;dropped it off and D fixed a hole in the fence &lt;br /&gt;so the dog can't escaped the yard &lt;br /&gt;Then came home&lt;br /&gt;and expecting to see a message on my machine&lt;br /&gt;nothing from K&lt;br /&gt;it was 5 pm and still no word&lt;br /&gt;I had D call her&lt;br /&gt;she insisted she had called&lt;br /&gt;I said to D no she didn't&lt;br /&gt;I have caller Id&lt;br /&gt;then she changed the story said she called so many people&lt;br /&gt;she must have forgot to call me&lt;br /&gt;but that grams was alright&lt;br /&gt;made it threw surgery very well&lt;br /&gt;and expected to be released sometime Friday&lt;br /&gt;she would be staying with K and her husband for the next week&lt;br /&gt;I was glad she was ok&lt;br /&gt;but a bit peeved about forgetting to call me&lt;br /&gt;I mean I sat there all night with her&lt;br /&gt;not her other sisters&lt;br /&gt;not her husband&lt;br /&gt;me being as helpful as I could&lt;br /&gt;and I am the only one not called&lt;br /&gt;makes no sense to me&lt;br /&gt;I don't care how much is on her plate&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot on mine too&lt;br /&gt;but I am still there for them&lt;br /&gt;but again I kept my mouth shut&lt;br /&gt;I am helping for grandma d&lt;br /&gt;I am helping because it's D's grandmother&lt;br /&gt;and he is there when my family needs something from him&lt;br /&gt;maybe I should say something&lt;br /&gt;but it will only cause negative shit that I don't need in my life&lt;br /&gt;so I vent here to myself and anyone who comes around to read it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday&lt;br /&gt;Grandma D will be released later on tonight&lt;br /&gt;I have not heard anything yet this morning&lt;br /&gt;I really don't expect too&lt;br /&gt;not unless I call k&lt;br /&gt;I am spending the day pretty much at home&lt;br /&gt;unless something comes up&lt;br /&gt;it's nice to be home&lt;br /&gt;being able to catch up on my blog&lt;br /&gt;the sun is shinning but it's on the chilly side&lt;br /&gt;I thought about taking a drive later today or tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;taking my camera along just in case&lt;br /&gt;something I see inspires me to snap a picture&lt;br /&gt;maybe tomorrow ..today I am gona hang out in my pj pants&lt;br /&gt;and catch up on reading the blogs I follow&lt;br /&gt;reconnect with my online friends&lt;br /&gt;maybe play a game online&lt;br /&gt;nothing that requires me to brush my hair&lt;br /&gt;or be dressed in anything other then my pjs&lt;br /&gt;nothing that requires me to do a hole lot&lt;br /&gt;sounds like a great day to me ..&lt;br /&gt;the weekend is here!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/92/07E7CD0DF7AAE32B97FF1A9F4ECDEBB3.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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week...'/><author><name>Lorri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651352720159004319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTlocHv2ETc/SgDzqF2_yoI/AAAAAAAAAYc/GKfo3AyI-QQ/S220/l_3e73044ec846954a81a64ae039a3c428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579144323737822581.post-7714133772935647800</id><published>2009-03-14T22:02:00.015-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T23:00:38.413-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='river'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='simple pleasures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lorri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='water'/><title type='text'>Exploring the banks of Belle River</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DTlocHv2ETc/Sbxh3uGXdaI/AAAAAAAAANY/tTEqlP7l-vk/s1600-h/picks+0241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DTlocHv2ETc/Sbxh3uGXdaI/AAAAAAAAANY/tTEqlP7l-vk/s400/picks+0241.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313229270285776290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DTlocHv2ETc/Sbxkw5vvrFI/AAAAAAAAANg/0KXIjyh-FYM/s1600-h/picks+0251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DTlocHv2ETc/Sbxkw5vvrFI/AAAAAAAAANg/0KXIjyh-FYM/s400/picks+0251.jpg" border="0" 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alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313239024546304530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DTlocHv2ETc/SbxraVrz1yI/AAAAAAAAAOI/pUPjSzO1Vzo/s1600-h/picks+02633.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DTlocHv2ETc/SbxraVrz1yI/AAAAAAAAAOI/pUPjSzO1Vzo/s400/picks+02633.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313239760632010530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the afternoon exploring the banks of belle river&lt;br /&gt;when ever I need to refuel my spirit&lt;br /&gt;I find myself at the waters edge&lt;br /&gt;a river &lt;br /&gt;a lake &lt;br /&gt;even a creek &lt;br /&gt;it does not matter&lt;br /&gt;The water is all that matters &lt;br /&gt;It was a simply beautiful day&lt;br /&gt;hiking down the banks &lt;br /&gt;still a bit on the muddy side&lt;br /&gt;just weeks ago the river went over it's banks&lt;br /&gt;and flooded the area&lt;br /&gt;But a little bit of mud never stopped me before&lt;br /&gt;I let the sounds of the moving water&lt;br /&gt;wash over my spirit&lt;br /&gt;the warm air reminding me that winter has come to an end&lt;br /&gt;the sounds of birds chirping as to say Yes Lorri spring is here!&lt;br /&gt;the sounds of tree's moving in the warm wind&lt;br /&gt;was a wonderful way to spend a early spring afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/92/07E7CD0DF7AAE32B97FF1A9F4ECDEBB3.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579144323737822581-7714133772935647800?l=lorrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you had to choose the single biggest mistake you've made so far in life, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when I think about my biggest mistakes&lt;br /&gt;I think back to my life when I was a young person age 14 to 28&lt;br /&gt;I made so many poor choices for myself&lt;br /&gt;many times my intuition screaming at me and I ignored it&lt;br /&gt;I hurt people I loved&lt;br /&gt;But I hurt myself more I think&lt;br /&gt;because they moved on&lt;br /&gt;and here I am.. writing about it ..still till this day&lt;br /&gt;but when I think of all the mistakes I made back then&lt;br /&gt;seeking someone to fill something within me&lt;br /&gt;that nobody could have possibly filled&lt;br /&gt;seeking to fit in a world&lt;br /&gt;where I couldn't possibly fit&lt;br /&gt;abusing my body and spirit&lt;br /&gt;while abusing the spirit of people I loved&lt;br /&gt;and back then not even knowing I was doing it&lt;br /&gt;But all these things where caused by a bigger mistake&lt;br /&gt;and if I had told someone&lt;br /&gt;really told someone&lt;br /&gt;asked for help ..&lt;br /&gt;if someone would have seen my actions as what they where&lt;br /&gt;and not just assumed I was just a bad person&lt;br /&gt;a "troubled girl"&lt;br /&gt;if someone would have asked me why&lt;br /&gt;I may have shared with them my biggest mistake&lt;br /&gt;it was the day I turned 12&lt;br /&gt;I shared my birthday with a friend&lt;br /&gt;we had a party at her house&lt;br /&gt;three of us sneak out after midnight&lt;br /&gt;walking to my friends uncles house&lt;br /&gt;I had a sick feeling in my gut&lt;br /&gt;writing this gives me that same feeling now&lt;br /&gt;the "fun" that my friend promised that night&lt;br /&gt;tore my world apart&lt;br /&gt;I was lead into a world of pure hell&lt;br /&gt;I was molested that night&lt;br /&gt;silent but yet screaming inside&lt;br /&gt;I had no choices that night&lt;br /&gt;a gun lay on a table near the bed&lt;br /&gt;to this day that is what I remember most&lt;br /&gt;I believed he would hurt my family if I had ever told&lt;br /&gt;so I didn't ..&lt;br /&gt;till I was in my late twenties&lt;br /&gt;but never did I ever talk to that friend again&lt;br /&gt;passing her in the halls at school&lt;br /&gt;I felt such shame&lt;br /&gt;I went silent but yet screaming inside&lt;br /&gt;I screamed inside for so long after that&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had been strong enough to tell&lt;br /&gt;not only for my sake but for that friend&lt;br /&gt;the hell her life must have been&lt;br /&gt;with the abuser being her uncle down the street.&lt;br /&gt;I moved forward in life with that screaming inside&lt;br /&gt;it lasted many years&lt;br /&gt;lead me to many things I am not proud of&lt;br /&gt;but with time and experience&lt;br /&gt;I know even the darkest moments of our lives&lt;br /&gt;make us better ..more compassionate people&lt;br /&gt;and while I still feel somewhat "changed" and challenged by it&lt;br /&gt;I learned to listen to my intuition&lt;br /&gt;that silent scream .. in your gut&lt;br /&gt;when something is just not right&lt;br /&gt;I learned to trust myself &lt;br /&gt;I learned to trust and give love freely &lt;br /&gt;I learned what unhealthy relationships where&lt;br /&gt;and remove myself from them when I need too&lt;br /&gt;and each mistake I made for myself after the fact&lt;br /&gt;helped me come to the place in my life I am now&lt;br /&gt;be the person I am today&lt;br /&gt;if I had not made these mistakes&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't have learned so much about myself over the years&lt;br /&gt;it's been quite a journey ..&lt;br /&gt;to find the real me and I am still finding myself everyday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579144323737822581-498450636463582763?l=lorrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTlocHv2ETc/SgDzqF2_yoI/AAAAAAAAAYc/GKfo3AyI-QQ/S220/l_3e73044ec846954a81a64ae039a3c428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579144323737822581.post-4091119654457972181</id><published>2009-03-12T10:48:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T11:14:11.273-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smoking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lorri nichols'/><title type='text'>still quitting!</title><content type='html'>So I am a day behind ..&lt;br /&gt;oh well lol &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent my day to myself&lt;br /&gt;on Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;finished my laundry&lt;br /&gt;organized my desk&lt;br /&gt;cleaned the bathroom and Kitchen&lt;br /&gt;dusted the living room&lt;br /&gt;but it was hard not to take a "smoke break"&lt;br /&gt;Sad that a cigarette is like my reward for a clean room &lt;br /&gt;I removed all ash trays from my sight&lt;br /&gt;I had a headache most the day&lt;br /&gt;I guess it will go away in a few days&lt;br /&gt;Connected with some friends online and off&lt;br /&gt;caught up on all the blogs I read&lt;br /&gt;in the afternoon I watched some TV&lt;br /&gt;and played fetch with Gracie&lt;br /&gt;was a nice day to myself&lt;br /&gt;but I feel kinda snappy&lt;br /&gt;trying to control my bitchiness&lt;br /&gt;hopefully that to shall pass lol&lt;br /&gt;after dinner I broke down and smoked 1 cig&lt;br /&gt;why do I so want one after eating&lt;br /&gt;I tried to fight the urge&lt;br /&gt;I ate some pie D's grandma made for him&lt;br /&gt;after the piece of pie I still didn't feel satisfied&lt;br /&gt;ok I think to myself&lt;br /&gt;you can't fill the "want" with food&lt;br /&gt;it ain't working anyway&lt;br /&gt;so I broke down smoked it&lt;br /&gt;felt stupid after&lt;br /&gt;but I will not give in to "fuck it"&lt;br /&gt;I smoked one cig ..big deal&lt;br /&gt;I didn't smoke 19 others in a day&lt;br /&gt;like I had been&lt;br /&gt;instead of saying fuck it&lt;br /&gt;I am going to give myself some slack&lt;br /&gt;maybe then&lt;br /&gt;quitting will work&lt;br /&gt;we shall see &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/92/07E7CD0DF7AAE32B97FF1A9F4ECDEBB3.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579144323737822581-4091119654457972181?l=lorrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4091119654457972181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3579144323737822581&amp;postID=4091119654457972181&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579144323737822581/posts/default/4091119654457972181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579144323737822581/posts/default/4091119654457972181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorrinblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/still-quitting.html' title='still quitting!'/><author><name>Lorri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651352720159004319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTlocHv2ETc/SgDzqF2_yoI/AAAAAAAAAYc/GKfo3AyI-QQ/S220/l_3e73044ec846954a81a64ae039a3c428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579144323737822581.post-6008120484796662879</id><published>2009-03-11T12:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T12:39:37.391-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nichols'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lorri'/><title type='text'>Tuesday with Grandma D</title><content type='html'>Tuesday started off as any other day&lt;br /&gt;up to damn early&lt;br /&gt;and had a ton of things to do&lt;br /&gt;and it is raining and cold&lt;br /&gt;today will grandma D's first visit to her new cardio doc&lt;br /&gt;she also wanted to take her dog to the groomers&lt;br /&gt;we where just there..&lt;br /&gt;not even 4 weeks ago&lt;br /&gt;but she insisted her dog needed it ..&lt;br /&gt;I don't see it&lt;br /&gt;anyway 10 am we are at the groomers&lt;br /&gt;we can pick him back up at noonish&lt;br /&gt;we get back to her place where..&lt;br /&gt;she kinda expected me to sit and wait&lt;br /&gt;I changed the plan and said&lt;br /&gt;I would come back when the dog was done&lt;br /&gt;she didn't seem pleased&lt;br /&gt;maybe she was lonely&lt;br /&gt;and I am sorry she is ..&lt;br /&gt;but I had so many things I needed to do&lt;br /&gt;for myself&lt;br /&gt;so I drove back home&lt;br /&gt;did a few load of laundry&lt;br /&gt;it was noon before to long&lt;br /&gt;I swear those two hours flew by&lt;br /&gt;We pick up the dog and drop it off at home&lt;br /&gt;and we are off to lunch&lt;br /&gt;and then the new doctor&lt;br /&gt;we stopped and had lunch&lt;br /&gt;talked&lt;br /&gt;laughed&lt;br /&gt;it was a nice visit&lt;br /&gt;killed about an hour&lt;br /&gt;the waitress sucked&lt;br /&gt;took our order&lt;br /&gt;dropped off our food&lt;br /&gt;with the bill&lt;br /&gt;and never returned&lt;br /&gt;till we where getting our coats on to leave&lt;br /&gt;then only to collect her tip&lt;br /&gt;we left on the table&lt;br /&gt;We leave&lt;br /&gt;it is still raining and still freaking cold&lt;br /&gt;we will be way early for the appointment&lt;br /&gt;but oh well&lt;br /&gt;we wait for an hour in the waiting room&lt;br /&gt;she reads magazines&lt;br /&gt;while I people watch&lt;br /&gt;talking on and off about the food&lt;br /&gt;in the metro restaurant guide she is thumbing through&lt;br /&gt;she then picks up an OK magazine&lt;br /&gt;gets to a picture of little Kim&lt;br /&gt;says ohh little Kim she is gona be on that dancing with the stars&lt;br /&gt;I say you know who little Kim is gram?&lt;br /&gt;oh yes she says&lt;br /&gt;I laugh&lt;br /&gt;Your pretty hip grandma.. I tell her&lt;br /&gt;the lady sitting behind us giggles too&lt;br /&gt;We finally get into see the doctor&lt;br /&gt;I am not pleased&lt;br /&gt;the doctor is not the one I told her to see&lt;br /&gt;why can't we make this easier&lt;br /&gt;and see who I suggested&lt;br /&gt;or why ask me for my opinion at all&lt;br /&gt;This is what is making me crazy&lt;br /&gt;I make suggestions&lt;br /&gt;when asked mind you&lt;br /&gt;and it's waisted breath&lt;br /&gt;anyway we go through&lt;br /&gt;all the basic questions&lt;br /&gt;first off being what brings you here&lt;br /&gt;I let her answer for herself&lt;br /&gt;in my surprise&lt;br /&gt;she says a nurse told her she has a heart condition&lt;br /&gt;not that she had been passing out&lt;br /&gt;nothing about passing out&lt;br /&gt;he asked what tests was she running&lt;br /&gt;that made her come to that conclusion&lt;br /&gt;she says ..the nurse just felt I did&lt;br /&gt;I could have screamed&lt;br /&gt;no wonder these doctors are not taking her seriously&lt;br /&gt;if she comes out with bull shit reasons&lt;br /&gt;just tell them the truth&lt;br /&gt;he follows up with a few more questions&lt;br /&gt;she answers them&lt;br /&gt;I speak up at this point&lt;br /&gt;getting a not so nice look from grandma D&lt;br /&gt;explain to him about the "spells"&lt;br /&gt;how she has had multiple testing in recent weeks&lt;br /&gt;he asks me what tests and where&lt;br /&gt;I give him the information he requested&lt;br /&gt;he suggests the tests she needed to start off with&lt;br /&gt;just as I told her&lt;br /&gt;her family practice doctor has been running everything but&lt;br /&gt;I can see at this point her blood is boiling&lt;br /&gt;she shakes her head&lt;br /&gt;I wonder does she want some doctor&lt;br /&gt;to walk into the room and take one look at her&lt;br /&gt;and tell her exactly whats wrong with her&lt;br /&gt;gosh wouldn't that be nice&lt;br /&gt;but that's not reality&lt;br /&gt;she needs to face reality&lt;br /&gt;he tells her again&lt;br /&gt;no driving till we get to the bottom of this&lt;br /&gt;she says no way&lt;br /&gt;I am going up north regardless&lt;br /&gt;which she could I suppose&lt;br /&gt;but now two doctors&lt;br /&gt;have it charted&lt;br /&gt;she was instructed no driving&lt;br /&gt;I know this has to suck ..&lt;br /&gt;I have compassion&lt;br /&gt;I understand&lt;br /&gt;but damn think about the consequences&lt;br /&gt;as the doctor leaves the room&lt;br /&gt;she goes off&lt;br /&gt;I listened to every word she said&lt;br /&gt;then said you know ..&lt;br /&gt;the only thing in life that we can control is our attitude&lt;br /&gt;I know its hard&lt;br /&gt;but to get back on the road&lt;br /&gt;you need to do these things&lt;br /&gt;she knows I am right&lt;br /&gt;she is just to far bull headed to admit it&lt;br /&gt;now I know where D gets it lol&lt;br /&gt;we leave the doctors&lt;br /&gt;and I can feel the anger in her build&lt;br /&gt;I tell her to go ahead&lt;br /&gt;and vent&lt;br /&gt;and she did&lt;br /&gt;she tells me after her rant&lt;br /&gt;that I don't understand&lt;br /&gt;and she's is right&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand completely&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't possibly&lt;br /&gt;but I been through this before&lt;br /&gt;with my grandparents&lt;br /&gt;with my parents&lt;br /&gt;getting old sucks&lt;br /&gt;I know that&lt;br /&gt;I have compassion for her&lt;br /&gt;I want to be a help her&lt;br /&gt;but she needs to meet me half way&lt;br /&gt;if she don't care about her health anymore&lt;br /&gt;and doesn't want to go through all these tests&lt;br /&gt;then don't&lt;br /&gt;I am running my ass off&lt;br /&gt;almost everyday&lt;br /&gt;between her and my parents and grandpa&lt;br /&gt;not to mention I do have a life of my own &lt;br /&gt;I hope she finds a way to focus&lt;br /&gt;on the positives in her life&lt;br /&gt;and stop only focusing on the negative&lt;br /&gt;and letting those negatives over rule her common sense&lt;br /&gt;common sense says there is a problem&lt;br /&gt;positive focus&lt;br /&gt;on no matter what you have to give up right now&lt;br /&gt;that they will find a reason&lt;br /&gt;and  possibly be able to fix it&lt;br /&gt;maybe its a simple medication problem&lt;br /&gt;who knows&lt;br /&gt;you don't know till all the test they need are run&lt;br /&gt;then with all the pieces of the puzzle they can hopefully give her..&lt;br /&gt;the answer to whats wrong..&lt;br /&gt;I repeat getting old sucks this I know&lt;br /&gt;but it's life&lt;br /&gt;you can't change it&lt;br /&gt;all you can do is choose&lt;br /&gt;how your gona deal with what comes your way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel sometimes like this is just to much&lt;br /&gt;to take on&lt;br /&gt;but I know I am at this place in my life for a reason&lt;br /&gt;I know it's the right thing to do&lt;br /&gt;and I know I do the right thing&lt;br /&gt;not always&lt;br /&gt;definitely not in my past&lt;br /&gt;but I do now and thats what really matters&lt;br /&gt;I know D's family needs my help&lt;br /&gt;Just as mine needs D's help&lt;br /&gt;life changed for us after my choice&lt;br /&gt;to take care of my grandparents&lt;br /&gt;7 years ago&lt;br /&gt;and as hard as things have been from time to time&lt;br /&gt;I am changed&lt;br /&gt;and Thankful God put me on that journey&lt;br /&gt;and I know he has me still on a journey&lt;br /&gt;and all I can do is be respectful &lt;br /&gt;be honest and caring&lt;br /&gt;and do my best to help the people he placed in my life&lt;br /&gt;I will be blessed by doing so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got back to richmond&lt;br /&gt;after 5 pm&lt;br /&gt;we stopped at the grocery store&lt;br /&gt;so she could grab a few things&lt;br /&gt;by now she had calmed down&lt;br /&gt;her energy was nicer to be next to anyway&lt;br /&gt;I dropped her off at home&lt;br /&gt;making sure she is settled before I leave&lt;br /&gt;before I am out of the parking lot&lt;br /&gt;I am getting my first smoke of the day&lt;br /&gt;still having the half pack from now 2 days ago&lt;br /&gt;I smoked it and enjoyed it&lt;br /&gt;I only smoked 2 other smokes the rest of the night&lt;br /&gt;from a pack a day&lt;br /&gt;to 7 cigs in 2 days ..&lt;br /&gt;hey I  am kinda proud of me lol&lt;br /&gt;when this pack is gone&lt;br /&gt;I refuse ..I said REFUSE&lt;br /&gt;to pay almost 7 bucks for another&lt;br /&gt;I can not even excuse that away in my own mind&lt;br /&gt;no excuses ..and I REFUSE!&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday I am home most of the day&lt;br /&gt;that will be when the real test starts&lt;br /&gt;I plan on keeping myself busy&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/92/07E7CD0DF7AAE32B97FF1A9F4ECDEBB3.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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D'/><author><name>Lorri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651352720159004319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTlocHv2ETc/SgDzqF2_yoI/AAAAAAAAAYc/GKfo3AyI-QQ/S220/l_3e73044ec846954a81a64ae039a3c428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579144323737822581.post-567051685361062201</id><published>2009-03-09T09:42:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T10:26:08.638-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nichols'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lorri'/><title type='text'>my monday morning</title><content type='html'>Every morning I wake up early these days&lt;br /&gt;I thought with the time change ..&lt;br /&gt;I would be sleeping in a bit more&lt;br /&gt;hahahah I guess I thought wrong!&lt;br /&gt;at 7:15 am ...&lt;br /&gt;I am wide awake looking at the ceiling&lt;br /&gt;willing myself to just fall back to sleep&lt;br /&gt;I lay there for 10 minutes&lt;br /&gt;the morning light coming through the opening of the bedroom curtains&lt;br /&gt;I reach up and close the curtains tight &lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes and try to fall back to sleep&lt;br /&gt;I roll over to my "falling asleep" position&lt;br /&gt;nothing worked&lt;br /&gt;I laid there for another 10 minutes&lt;br /&gt;and gave up and turned on the pc&lt;br /&gt;and went off to splash some water on my face&lt;br /&gt;put my hair up on top of my head&lt;br /&gt;when I come out of the bathroom&lt;br /&gt;there is Gracie wagging her tail ..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DTlocHv2ETc/SbUdzruWQYI/AAAAAAAAALU/hpUNn-8nc-0/s1600-h/dogs+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DTlocHv2ETc/SbUdzruWQYI/AAAAAAAAALU/hpUNn-8nc-0/s200/dogs+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311184109301023106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH so happy to see me&lt;br /&gt;like I have been away from home for hours&lt;br /&gt;she jumps up on me and does her happy to see you bark&lt;br /&gt;she is the happiest dog I have ever had&lt;br /&gt;only thing she don't like is rain on her face&lt;br /&gt;I know she don't like it cause&lt;br /&gt;she squints her eyes and takes no time at all outside doing her business&lt;br /&gt;any other time she will run and play and take her sweet time lol&lt;br /&gt;snow is another story ..lol&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DTlocHv2ETc/SbUeKeQUH1I/AAAAAAAAALc/N44_kyVO4Jo/s1600-h/Picture+084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DTlocHv2ETc/SbUeKeQUH1I/AAAAAAAAALc/N44_kyVO4Jo/s200/Picture+084.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311184500822384466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she loves to dig her face deep into the snow&lt;br /&gt;and scoop it up ..eating it like its food lol&lt;br /&gt;she loves to run and jump...&lt;br /&gt;into the deeper snow that seems to drift right next to the house &lt;br /&gt;anyway I make my way down the hall&lt;br /&gt;into the living room where I find buddy still sleeping&lt;br /&gt;I grabbed my camera and snapped a picture&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DTlocHv2ETc/SbUebGZb1KI/AAAAAAAAALk/SuAgPKhoEJQ/s1600-h/dogs+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DTlocHv2ETc/SbUebGZb1KI/AAAAAAAAALk/SuAgPKhoEJQ/s200/dogs+008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311184786475963554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the flash waking him up lol&lt;br /&gt;he is a weird but funny dog&lt;br /&gt;I honestly think he tolerates me&lt;br /&gt;for the most part he only gets excited to see me&lt;br /&gt;if Gracie does first&lt;br /&gt;he is stingy with kisses&lt;br /&gt;and rarely wants to lay by me&lt;br /&gt;unless he don't feel well&lt;br /&gt;like when he ate the defrosted pork chops&lt;br /&gt;and got worms ewww&lt;br /&gt;He is kinda gross in many ways&lt;br /&gt;always eating or licking or rolling in nasty ass things&lt;br /&gt;somethings wrong with him ..maybe its his gender lol&lt;br /&gt;I open the door to let them out&lt;br /&gt;pulling on my coat and boots as we walk out the door&lt;br /&gt;the spring like weather we had last week&lt;br /&gt;has been replaced with freezing rain&lt;br /&gt;and the chilly winds of winter have returned&lt;br /&gt;They take their sweet time&lt;br /&gt;as I stand outside freezing my ass off in my pj pants&lt;br /&gt;least my top half is warm ..lol&lt;br /&gt;finally they are ready to come back in&lt;br /&gt;and I feel a sinus headache start&lt;br /&gt;I go to the medicine cabinet&lt;br /&gt;to grab an excedrin ...the bottle is empty&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I put a empty bottle back lol&lt;br /&gt;well yeah I can believe it&lt;br /&gt;I decide I will run to the corner store&lt;br /&gt;I am awake anyway&lt;br /&gt;I drive to the store ..to damn cold to walk it&lt;br /&gt;go in and grab a new bottle of excedrin&lt;br /&gt;thought about getting a pack of smokes&lt;br /&gt;I am a smoker ...not a proud one though&lt;br /&gt;I started smoking right before my divorce ..years ago&lt;br /&gt;tried to quit on and off&lt;br /&gt;but never was able to completely stop my habit&lt;br /&gt;well today my habit ends!&lt;br /&gt;smokes here went up in price $6.18 a pack&lt;br /&gt;and the man at the store said..&lt;br /&gt;April first will be another dollar increase&lt;br /&gt;well that means I am officially a quitter today!&lt;br /&gt;I have a half of a pack left from the day before&lt;br /&gt;that will be it for me&lt;br&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DTlocHv2ETc/SbUjD8T0lOI/AAAAAAAAAL0/Z6esZRyi5NE/s1600-h/cigarettes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 188px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DTlocHv2ETc/SbUjD8T0lOI/AAAAAAAAAL0/Z6esZRyi5NE/s200/cigarettes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311189886189212898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so be warned ...&lt;br /&gt;Lorri might be a bit of a crabby bitch for the days to come lol&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DTlocHv2ETc/SbUm31XsNqI/AAAAAAAAAL8/1IiDUUIo2us/s1600-h/crabby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 158px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DTlocHv2ETc/SbUm31XsNqI/AAAAAAAAAL8/1IiDUUIo2us/s200/crabby.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311194076214474402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DTlocHv2ETc/SbUe1vy_gAI/AAAAAAAAALs/b7szQPDDZJU/s1600-h/dogs+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DTlocHv2ETc/SbUe1vy_gAI/AAAAAAAAALs/b7szQPDDZJU/s200/dogs+007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311185244265611266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I return home to find both dogs&lt;br /&gt;sound asleep on my bed&lt;br /&gt;must be nice to be able to fall back to sleep lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I will get sleepy just when my running for the day begins lol&lt;br /&gt;when did I become a morning person?&lt;br /&gt;wait I refuse to be a morning person!&lt;br /&gt;I miss staying up till 2 am&lt;br /&gt;sleeping in till when ever...lol&lt;br /&gt;is it age..&lt;br /&gt;is this my sign..&lt;br /&gt;that I am getting older&lt;br /&gt;one good thing about waking up so early&lt;br /&gt;is I have the time and the peace to write&lt;br /&gt;so maybe like I said before it's a good thing&lt;br /&gt;anyway enough of my morning&lt;br /&gt;I guess I should get my day started&lt;br /&gt;wish I could just hang out here in the warmth of my bedroom&lt;br /&gt;hang out in my PJ's all day&lt;br /&gt;connect with my internet friends&lt;br /&gt;maybe another day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day friends!&lt;br /&gt;catch ya all a bit laters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/92/07E7CD0DF7AAE32B97FF1A9F4ECDEBB3.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579144323737822581-567051685361062201?l=lorrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/567051685361062201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DTlocHv2ETc/SbH4K_NQPXI/AAAAAAAAALE/OnD8hYDKZFA/s320/dadandme3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310298303295929714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took Dad to Port Huron today for a hearing test&lt;br /&gt;and to have his hearing aids adjusted&lt;br /&gt;so we stopped off after&lt;br /&gt;at the park close to the Blue Water bridge&lt;br /&gt;and had lunch and talked &lt;br /&gt;it was a semi warm day here&lt;br /&gt;first day it felt like spring here for so long&lt;br /&gt;we talked about all the changes&lt;br /&gt;in the water front over his many years&lt;br /&gt;I have heard the stories before&lt;br /&gt;but I don't mind listening to them again&lt;br /&gt;we spent nearly an hour and half sitting &lt;br /&gt;watching the boats and ice&lt;br /&gt;talking..   &lt;br /&gt;was a great day for both of us.&lt;br /&gt;Here are the pictures I took..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w285.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w285.photobucket.com/albums/ll76/lorri_n/27e88896.pbw" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s285.photobucket.com/albums/ll76/lorri_n/?action=view&amp;current=27e88896.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/92/07E7CD0DF7AAE32B97FF1A9F4ECDEBB3.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div 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Dad'/><author><name>Lorri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651352720159004319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTlocHv2ETc/SgDzqF2_yoI/AAAAAAAAAYc/GKfo3AyI-QQ/S220/l_3e73044ec846954a81a64ae039a3c428.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DTlocHv2ETc/SbH4K_NQPXI/AAAAAAAAALE/OnD8hYDKZFA/s72-c/dadandme3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579144323737822581.post-944260678073025222</id><published>2009-03-06T09:58:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T11:04:38.809-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nichols'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caretaker'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lorri'/><title type='text'>reality check</title><content type='html'>It's been a busy week&lt;br /&gt;running here and there&lt;br /&gt;for both grandma d and my parents&lt;br /&gt;next week looks to be about the same&lt;br /&gt;visited with grandpa ray ..&lt;br /&gt;but he didn't know who I was&lt;br /&gt;he was in a bad mood so our visit didn't last long &lt;br /&gt;I was invited to go with some friends earlier this week&lt;br /&gt;but by the time I got home ..&lt;br /&gt;I was exhausted&lt;br /&gt;I ended up not going&lt;br /&gt;just hanging out at home watched some tv&lt;br /&gt;fell asleep at 8 pm and didn't wake up till 7 am next morning&lt;br /&gt;(I couldn't believe I slept that long)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to explain ..&lt;br /&gt;I was at the doctor's most the day&lt;br /&gt;my friend said well that shouldn't take long what maybe 2 hours?&lt;br /&gt;but it don't work that way&lt;br /&gt;for one older people have their own pace&lt;br /&gt;they don't want to be rushed&lt;br /&gt;and they must be ready to leave for a scheduled appointment&lt;br /&gt;an hour before ..even if it takes 30 minutes to drive there&lt;br /&gt;they believe its best to leave early ..maybe get seen quicker&lt;br /&gt;when will they figure out that it never works that way? lol&lt;br /&gt;and frankly its not worth causing them any unneeded anxiety by leaving on my time&lt;br /&gt;after any procedures they always have side effects&lt;br /&gt;from the anxiety of just ...&lt;br /&gt;seeing the doctor&lt;br /&gt;having a procedure done&lt;br /&gt;usually these test require fasting&lt;br /&gt;and both grandma d and dad are diabetics&lt;br /&gt;so after we have to prepare for that&lt;br /&gt;usually after the appointments are finished&lt;br /&gt;anywhere from 2 to 4 hours after the appointed time&lt;br /&gt;we stop at a nearest known place to eat a quick bite&lt;br /&gt;there always seems to be a extra stop before heading for home&lt;br /&gt;bank,store,what have you&lt;br /&gt;before you know it the day is gone..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I don't think my friends and even my family get it&lt;br /&gt;correction I know some of them don't get it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now I am not complaining here&lt;br /&gt;while it can be stressful&lt;br /&gt;I love that I can do this for them at this point in my life&lt;br /&gt;I love the relationships I have gained in doing so&lt;br /&gt;I know so much about my mom and dad even grandma d now&lt;br /&gt;that if I had not chosen to do this&lt;br /&gt;I would have never known&lt;br /&gt;and they know me..&lt;br /&gt;understand me&lt;br /&gt;and knowing me they don't rush to judgment&lt;br /&gt;like some do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard through my mother this week&lt;br /&gt;that when my brother was told dad was no longer driving&lt;br /&gt;he asked when I became the parent to our parents?&lt;br /&gt;as if I took dad's driving rights away&lt;br /&gt;Dad told me he felt unsafe to drive because of how he feels these days&lt;br /&gt;besides being winter ..&lt;br /&gt;last 6 years dad didn't drive much in the winter&lt;br /&gt;they don't get out to shop much in the winter&lt;br /&gt;it's to rough on them in their health..&lt;br /&gt;did you know dad has driven to town and &lt;br /&gt;felt lost in a town he's lived in 39+ years?&lt;br /&gt;he would know that if he got involved&lt;br /&gt;nobodies stopping him from helping&lt;br /&gt;It's his choice to be clueless&lt;br /&gt;but don't rush to judge me when you don't have a clue&lt;br /&gt;the fact is we have aging parents&lt;br /&gt;who need daily help&lt;br /&gt;specially in the winter months when just going out to grab the mail&lt;br /&gt;is to much to do when its below zero and they both walk with canes&lt;br /&gt;making it a danger for either of them&lt;br /&gt;last time dad took the garbage out he slipped&lt;br /&gt;fell into the ditch&lt;br /&gt;and had to crawl out of the ditch&lt;br /&gt;where cars where passing and Not one stopped&lt;br /&gt;by the time mom knew what had happen&lt;br /&gt;dad was cold and wet and had made it back to the house&lt;br /&gt;ended up being in bed for three days because he was so sore&lt;br /&gt;so taking the garbage is even unsafe&lt;br /&gt;so we do that now too&lt;br /&gt;do you know that mom has fallen many times&lt;br /&gt;and she crawls to the phone to call me to come help her up?&lt;br /&gt;Do you know that dad tried to get onto the roof&lt;br /&gt;so he would fix a leak right before winter&lt;br /&gt;This man who feels unsafe driving a car&lt;br /&gt;is going to go up a ladder to walk on the pitched roof&lt;br /&gt;to fix a leak&lt;br /&gt;lucky enough D stopped over that night&lt;br /&gt;and D  fixed the area for dad&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that when dad had the flu a few weeks ago&lt;br /&gt;that he double dosed his insulin one night and went into shock at 1 am&lt;br /&gt;and we had to get him through it&lt;br /&gt;there are so many more moments, examples&lt;br /&gt;that show me our parents need the help&lt;br /&gt;so you can choose to think anyway you want&lt;br /&gt;but I know I am doing the right thing.&lt;br /&gt;as for the child becoming the parents parent ..&lt;br /&gt;I am not alone&lt;br /&gt;there is many people going through the same things&lt;br /&gt;maybe you just need to look around outside your own life&lt;br /&gt;and see reality&lt;br /&gt;and if you choose not to ..well&lt;br /&gt;then keep your comments to yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/92/07E7CD0DF7AAE32B97FF1A9F4ECDEBB3.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579144323737822581-944260678073025222?l=lorrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTlocHv2ETc/SgDzqF2_yoI/AAAAAAAAAYc/GKfo3AyI-QQ/S220/l_3e73044ec846954a81a64ae039a3c428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579144323737822581.post-4392036879077684621</id><published>2009-03-02T09:45:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T08:28:26.241-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='question'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lorri'/><title type='text'>question?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTlocHv2ETc/SavxGQD37gI/AAAAAAAAAI8/21JbcV4dt_I/s1600-h/first_love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 173px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTlocHv2ETc/SavxGQD37gI/AAAAAAAAAI8/21JbcV4dt_I/s200/first_love.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308601675478986242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember your first love?&lt;br /&gt;Does first "true" love really last in our minds and hearts forever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember my first true love ...&lt;br /&gt;We met the summer I turned sixteen&lt;br /&gt;We had no idea what life had in store for us&lt;br /&gt;We only knew we loved each other&lt;br /&gt;We could speak without a word between us&lt;br /&gt;We could show our love without a touch&lt;br /&gt;I remember the first time he wrote "I love you"&lt;br /&gt;I remember running into my mothers bedroom&lt;br /&gt;not being able to wake her fast enough ..&lt;br /&gt;to show her the picture he gave to me ..&lt;br /&gt;his senior picture&lt;br /&gt;on the back the most wonderful words in my world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the girl I love..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was loved and it was exciting&lt;br /&gt;He was everything in my world&lt;br /&gt;We married very young &lt;br /&gt;Full of hopes and dreams like every couple&lt;br /&gt;We Danced our first dance to your the inspiration&lt;br /&gt;He was my world&lt;br /&gt;I was His&lt;br /&gt;Until one day&lt;br /&gt;eventually that world become something I didn't fit into&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if it was just us growing up&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if it was my illness&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the way I was brought up&lt;br /&gt;So many reasons &lt;br /&gt;One day I was no longer his world&lt;br /&gt;he was no longer my world&lt;br /&gt;we found ourselves being content with our world meeting sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Soon we lost even that&lt;br /&gt;We both did things ..&lt;br /&gt;said things&lt;br /&gt;and it ended badly&lt;br /&gt;I have learned in time that nothing ever ends well&lt;br /&gt;I have had many years and tears &lt;br /&gt;to think about my actions&lt;br /&gt;to think about my truths&lt;br /&gt;The truth is I still think of him nearly every day&lt;br /&gt;I still only wish the best for him&lt;br /&gt;I have kept a distant eye on his life&lt;br /&gt;I am so proud of who he has become&lt;br /&gt;Our lives have moved on..&lt;br /&gt;But I wouldn't be who I am today&lt;br /&gt;If I had never loved him.&lt;br /&gt;For that I will always cherish my first true love&lt;br /&gt;and never forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/92/07E7CD0DF7AAE32B97FF1A9F4ECDEBB3.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579144323737822581-4392036879077684621?l=lorrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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term='lorri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day'/><title type='text'>the weekend is here</title><content type='html'>Friday...&lt;br /&gt;I spent the better of the day with grandma D&lt;br /&gt;I took her to the hair salon where she got an updated do&lt;br /&gt;little different then her normal do&lt;br /&gt;a bit of a younger more hip style&lt;br /&gt;she said are you sure when we talked it over with the stylist&lt;br /&gt;I said Yes do it ! it turned out great&lt;br /&gt;she really liked it&lt;br /&gt;took a few years of her looks&lt;br /&gt;it was the first time since she moved here&lt;br /&gt;that she seemed really happy&lt;br /&gt;I dragged a friend of mine along with us today&lt;br /&gt;she's a lady who helped take care of my other grandma &lt;br /&gt;before she passed away&lt;br /&gt;we have remained friends&lt;br /&gt;I thought her and grams would hit it off&lt;br /&gt;Grams don't know many people here&lt;br /&gt;so I plan on introducing her to a few older friends of mine&lt;br /&gt;Maybe she will find a friend in them too&lt;br /&gt;Anyway we all went to lunch after&lt;br /&gt;sat around drinking coffee and talking for a while&lt;br /&gt;I found myself listening to them chatter away&lt;br /&gt;while watching the sudden snow fall from the window&lt;br /&gt;After lunch we dropped grandma D off at her house&lt;br /&gt;after making sure she was in safe&lt;br /&gt;I dropped my friend off and I went home&lt;br /&gt;the laundry that I started the day before still sit on the couch&lt;br /&gt;normally I would roll my eyes and sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTlocHv2ETc/SallmMzyZnI/AAAAAAAAAGI/gy__VSEMePE/s1600-h/Picture+106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTlocHv2ETc/SallmMzyZnI/AAAAAAAAAGI/gy__VSEMePE/s200/Picture+106.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307885342780712562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but seeing the two dogs sleeping&lt;br /&gt;on other side of the pile with their head resting on the clean clothes&lt;br /&gt;kinda made me chuckle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the rest of the day&lt;br /&gt;moving from room to room&lt;br /&gt;organizing everything that needed it&lt;br /&gt;finished up the laundry and started doing the night before dinner dishes.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTlocHv2ETc/SalmQ_VHk1I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Jdfs_woYN2U/s1600-h/debjocar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 166px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTlocHv2ETc/SalmQ_VHk1I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Jdfs_woYN2U/s200/debjocar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307886077896790866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Couldn't find anything to watch on TV Friday evening&lt;br /&gt;ended up watching that 70's show marathon lol&lt;br /&gt;Kitty just cracks me up!&lt;br /&gt;I want to live in Kitty's world lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell asleep shortly after the episode&lt;br /&gt;when kitty thinks shes pregnant&lt;br /&gt;but actually going through menopause lol&lt;br /&gt;let's just say she didn't handle the "change" well lol&lt;br /&gt;I myself look forward to it lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Saturday...&lt;br /&gt;Woke this morning to early (7 am)&lt;br /&gt;what's wrong with me? lol &lt;br /&gt;I used to be a night owl ..not a morning person &lt;br /&gt;now I find myself asleep by 11 pm &lt;br /&gt;I guess the days of sleeping in are over&lt;br /&gt;even without disruption I can't sleep past 8 am&lt;br /&gt;but it seems..&lt;br /&gt;that is when I can find the time and words to blog&lt;br /&gt;so maybe it's good thing &lt;br /&gt;or maybe I am just getting old lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking out the bedroom window&lt;br /&gt;everything is once again covered in a blanket of white&lt;br /&gt;wonder what will be in store for me today &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the weekend is here ..&lt;br /&gt;have a Great one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/92/07E7CD0DF7AAE32B97FF1A9F4ECDEBB3.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579144323737822581-5199114071206403671?l=lorrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5199114071206403671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3579144323737822581&amp;postID=5199114071206403671&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579144323737822581/posts/default/5199114071206403671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579144323737822581/posts/default/5199114071206403671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorrinblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/friday.html' title='the weekend is here'/><author><name>Lorri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651352720159004319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTlocHv2ETc/SgDzqF2_yoI/AAAAAAAAAYc/GKfo3AyI-QQ/S220/l_3e73044ec846954a81a64ae039a3c428.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTlocHv2ETc/SallmMzyZnI/AAAAAAAAAGI/gy__VSEMePE/s72-c/Picture+106.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579144323737822581.post-6510527678466502520</id><published>2009-02-26T10:42:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T09:40:08.334-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grandpa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nichols'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caretaker'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lorri'/><title type='text'>morning to myself</title><content type='html'>It was nice to wake up on my own this morning&lt;br /&gt;no construction&lt;br /&gt;no alarm clocks&lt;br /&gt;Dads doctor appointment went well yesterday&lt;br /&gt;we stopped off at the grocery store after&lt;br /&gt;ran into an old friend Sherri&lt;br /&gt;we chatted for a while&lt;br /&gt;Sherri is a sweet lady&lt;br /&gt;she herself is a caretaker of her elderly mother&lt;br /&gt;when we first met&lt;br /&gt;a couple years ago&lt;br /&gt;she was taking care of both her mom and dad&lt;br /&gt;we became close&lt;br /&gt;right before her dad passed away&lt;br /&gt;after a long illness&lt;br /&gt;it was nice to catch up with her life&lt;br /&gt;she works full time&lt;br /&gt;and takes care of her mom&lt;br /&gt;she is lucky she has family that helps her&lt;br /&gt;I met her mother a few times&lt;br /&gt;at work&lt;br /&gt;Sherri and I worked together a few years ago&lt;br /&gt;her mom would come in with Sherri's son&lt;br /&gt;for lunch&lt;br /&gt;Sherri and I have a wonderful bond&lt;br /&gt;makes for  a great support system&lt;br /&gt;talking to someone who understands the hardships&lt;br /&gt;I sure missed seeing her&lt;br /&gt;we just been both so busy with life&lt;br /&gt;I am glad I ran into her&lt;br /&gt;I see it as a sign to reconnect with her&lt;br /&gt;we exchanged updated numbers and email addys&lt;br /&gt;promising to get together soon for coffee&lt;br /&gt;I think I will call her next week&lt;br /&gt;anyway ..&lt;br /&gt;I feel kinda funny today&lt;br /&gt;hope I am not coming down with something&lt;br /&gt;God knows with all these doctors visits&lt;br /&gt;I am bound to pick up something lol&lt;br /&gt;But I am NOT going to get sick&lt;br /&gt;I refuse to get sick !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I have a ton of things to do around here&lt;br /&gt;my never ending battle with laundry&lt;br /&gt;gosh I hate to do laundry&lt;br /&gt;but it's better then doing dishes lol&lt;br /&gt;I have to get mom and dads taxes done&lt;br /&gt;but I think I will save that wonderfully delightful job&lt;br /&gt;for another day Haha!&lt;br /&gt;there not hard just time consuming&lt;br /&gt;there is always something&lt;br /&gt;insurance paperwork&lt;br /&gt;medicaid and medicare paper work&lt;br /&gt;rather do them taxes!  lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to update you on grandpa&lt;br /&gt;but really nothing to say&lt;br /&gt;it's not good&lt;br /&gt;he is losing weight&lt;br /&gt;has no appetite&lt;br /&gt;still on pureed foods&lt;br /&gt;can't exactly blame him for not wanting to eat that&lt;br /&gt;looks kinda gross to me too&lt;br /&gt;but he just can't swallow anything else&lt;br /&gt;did I tell you he has a lady friend?&lt;br /&gt;well he does and she is one possessive lady!&lt;br /&gt;she demands we and the nursing staff always seat him next to her&lt;br /&gt;and she will not stop asking till we do&lt;br /&gt;so now we visit gramps along with his lady friend lol&lt;br /&gt;they hold hands&lt;br /&gt;its sweet&lt;br /&gt;my grandmother would kill me lol&lt;br /&gt;she always said gramps was a ladies man&lt;br /&gt;I always laughed&lt;br /&gt;guess she was right! lol&lt;br /&gt;The staff has not brought up a feeding tube again&lt;br /&gt;I try not to think about it&lt;br /&gt;pushing it out of my mind&lt;br /&gt;not because I don't hate this or don't care&lt;br /&gt;because it's what he wanted&lt;br /&gt;long before his dementia got so bad.&lt;br /&gt;it's harder  then I can put into words&lt;br /&gt;if you have been in the position ..&lt;br /&gt;you understand&lt;br /&gt;But I feel so torn at times&lt;br /&gt;did when I called hospice for grams too&lt;br /&gt;I don't know anyone in this position that don't feel torn&lt;br /&gt;I pray and have faith&lt;br /&gt;dealing with what comes ..when it comes&lt;br /&gt;not thinking to far ahead&lt;br /&gt;taking it day by day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway time to get started on my day&lt;br /&gt;this laundry will not wash it's self ! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/92/07E7CD0DF7AAE32B97FF1A9F4ECDEBB3.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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myself'/><author><name>Lorri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651352720159004319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTlocHv2ETc/SgDzqF2_yoI/AAAAAAAAAYc/GKfo3AyI-QQ/S220/l_3e73044ec846954a81a64ae039a3c428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579144323737822581.post-412665862212037996</id><published>2009-02-25T10:13:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T09:40:26.077-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nichols'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lorri'/><title type='text'>here and there</title><content type='html'>yesterday was crazy busy&lt;br /&gt;up to early because of the construction&lt;br /&gt;nobody can sleep through this shit&lt;br /&gt;today it even started earlier 7:30 am&lt;br /&gt;if I lived in a nice subdivision in a 200 k house&lt;br /&gt;would I have this construction waking me up every morning at 7:30 am??&lt;br /&gt;would they dump snow behind our houses most the winter&lt;br /&gt;starting at 3 am?&lt;br /&gt;I think not&lt;br /&gt;anyway rant over ..&lt;br /&gt;I am awake and not a damn thing I can do about the city's construction.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I took D's grandma to the doctors&lt;br /&gt;the waiting room was packed with a bunch of people&lt;br /&gt;sniffling and sneezing ..coughing  coming from every corner of the room&lt;br /&gt;I sat not touching anything&lt;br /&gt;using my germ-x I carry in my purse at all times&lt;br /&gt;I can catch a cold from a mile away&lt;br /&gt;and if I get sick ..then who is  gona do all the things I  do&lt;br /&gt;I also take the chance of getting my dad sick&lt;br /&gt;and he just can't recover from even a common cold that easy&lt;br /&gt;after an hour in the waiting room&lt;br /&gt;we are lead back to a small exam room&lt;br /&gt;and we wait ...another 20 minutes before seeing the doctor&lt;br /&gt;after talking with grams a bit&lt;br /&gt;her doctor leaves the room to go find her test results&lt;br /&gt;from the hospital stay 2 weeks ago&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking to myself&lt;br /&gt;this appointment is over a week old ..&lt;br /&gt;they knew all day what patients where on the books&lt;br /&gt;you would think they would be better prepared&lt;br /&gt;the doctor left the room 3 times ..in search&lt;br /&gt;2 hours and 45 minutes later we finally&lt;br /&gt;leave the exam room and go to another room&lt;br /&gt;to get a referral to another doctor&lt;br /&gt;we deal with her mess of an office&lt;br /&gt;patient charts all over the place&lt;br /&gt;reference books all over ..&lt;br /&gt;no real system in place&lt;br /&gt;we find out grams chart from her old doctors&lt;br /&gt;have not come in yet&lt;br /&gt;then  after looking into it&lt;br /&gt;the nurse realizes that the fax was never sent but charted&lt;br /&gt;we finally finish with that&lt;br /&gt;I am looking at the time&lt;br /&gt;I have to take Dad to doctors at 2&lt;br /&gt;its now 12:30&lt;br /&gt;as we go to leave &lt;br /&gt;grandma said something about a script she needed&lt;br /&gt;to her doctor 3 times during her appointment&lt;br /&gt;she must have forgot to write it or give it to us anyway&lt;br /&gt;we ask about it as we  are leaving&lt;br /&gt;the nurse looks puzzled and says well can I call it in?&lt;br /&gt;no...&lt;br /&gt;grams says it goes through the mail to my drug company&lt;br /&gt;the nurse looks at us with a blank stare&lt;br /&gt;the doctor has left for lunch she finally says&lt;br /&gt;so I offer to come back a few hours later to pick it up&lt;br /&gt;We finally leave the doctors office at 1 pm&lt;br /&gt;our appointment was scheduled at 10 am&lt;br /&gt;I am not happy with her doctors&lt;br /&gt;or the results of all these tests&lt;br /&gt;in my opinion&lt;br /&gt;they are clueless to whats going on with her&lt;br /&gt;it's even  possible they think she is faking it&lt;br /&gt;always focusing on her anxiety&lt;br /&gt;at every visit&lt;br /&gt;I have seen these "spells" as they call them&lt;br /&gt;she is not faking them&lt;br /&gt;something is wrong&lt;br /&gt;but because the tests they run are not showing anything&lt;br /&gt;so they doubt her symptoms&lt;br /&gt;I explained to grandma D&lt;br /&gt;that they have pieces of a puzzle with every test&lt;br /&gt;but they dont have all the pieces yet&lt;br /&gt;maybe its time to see a different doctor&lt;br /&gt;a neroligest and a cardio doc&lt;br /&gt;maybe working together to figure this out&lt;br /&gt;so today I am gona call my dads cardio doctor&lt;br /&gt;see if he takes her insurance and has access to the hospital she wants&lt;br /&gt;anyway I stop off on our way back to her apartment&lt;br /&gt;for a sandwich for her to take home for lunch&lt;br /&gt;I drop her off&lt;br /&gt;get her into the house and settled&lt;br /&gt;and off to my dads ..&lt;br /&gt;no time to run home for a bit&lt;br /&gt;in between like I had hoped&lt;br /&gt;pick dad up&lt;br /&gt;clean up his walk way so it's safe for  him to walk out&lt;br /&gt;and we are off to his foot doctor&lt;br /&gt;I love the foot doctors&lt;br /&gt;its easy ..I don't have to go in&lt;br /&gt;but I do to talk to kerry&lt;br /&gt;she is an old friend&lt;br /&gt;that works there&lt;br /&gt;we gab while dad sees his doctor&lt;br /&gt;she lets me in on her secret&lt;br /&gt;she is gona be a grandmother&lt;br /&gt;she is so happy ..&lt;br /&gt;and I am so happy for her&lt;br /&gt;Dads appointment went way faster&lt;br /&gt;we where done 30 minutes later&lt;br /&gt;and he wanted to stop and have some lunch&lt;br /&gt;I am tired&lt;br /&gt;and want to go home&lt;br /&gt;but I am not that tired&lt;br /&gt;spending time with dad is always more important&lt;br /&gt;then what sometimes I selfishly rather be doing&lt;br /&gt;so we stop and have lunch&lt;br /&gt;we chat about everyday things&lt;br /&gt;he has a thing about talking about the past&lt;br /&gt;he always has&lt;br /&gt;but as he gets older&lt;br /&gt;it's sometimes the whole convo&lt;br /&gt;he brings up my ex&lt;br /&gt;he brings up his relationship with his mom and dad a lot&lt;br /&gt;I follow along and try to focus more on whats going  on now&lt;br /&gt;Maybe talking about these things&lt;br /&gt;helps him work through it all&lt;br /&gt;and if that is what is happening&lt;br /&gt;then I will be more then happy to be his sounding board&lt;br /&gt;my dad is so different today&lt;br /&gt;then he was even 5 years ago&lt;br /&gt;our relationship is different&lt;br /&gt;better&lt;br /&gt;closer&lt;br /&gt;and I do cherish it so much&lt;br /&gt;we talk about everything&lt;br /&gt;I used to be scared of my dad&lt;br /&gt;to really talk to him&lt;br /&gt;because he always wanted to give you his advice and YOU do it&lt;br /&gt;never just willing to listen&lt;br /&gt;and not judge&lt;br /&gt;but that in him has changed as he's aged and faced illness&lt;br /&gt;don't get me wrong&lt;br /&gt;he still wants to fix it lol he's my dad!&lt;br /&gt;but he wants to know what he can do to help now&lt;br /&gt;not rush to judge&lt;br /&gt;having faith in me&lt;br /&gt;and thats great progress&lt;br /&gt;I guess the last 7 years of our journey&lt;br /&gt;has shown him that he should have faith in me&lt;br /&gt;anyway we talked and had a nice lunch&lt;br /&gt;grabbing mom a lunch too in a to-go &lt;br /&gt;We stop off at the doctors and riteaid&lt;br /&gt;grab grams script ..&lt;br /&gt;make dad an appointment to see his doctor today&lt;br /&gt;we have a problem with a script for him&lt;br /&gt;it's best we double check with his doctor&lt;br /&gt;so later today I will be running back to the doctors&lt;br /&gt;just a typical week for me! lol&lt;br /&gt;So back to yesterday&lt;br /&gt;I dropped dad off ...ran to grams&lt;br /&gt;dropped of her script to send to her drug company&lt;br /&gt;sat and talked to her as she vented how trapped she feels&lt;br /&gt;not being able to drive&lt;br /&gt;I offered to pick her up Friday&lt;br /&gt;and take her to the hair salon&lt;br /&gt;maybe shopping and lunch if she is up to it&lt;br /&gt;she light up with happiness&lt;br /&gt;glad I could help her feel less trapped&lt;br /&gt;hopefully all those germs flying around the doctors office didn't infect us lol&lt;br /&gt;I swear I could feel the sickness in the air lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally made it home at 6:30 pm&lt;br /&gt;watched tv after a long hot bath&lt;br /&gt;watched the bachelor and the housewives &lt;br /&gt;nothing much else on and&lt;br /&gt;secretly I like both shows lol &lt;br /&gt;but don't tell anyone!! lol&lt;br /&gt;was asleep by 10:30- 11 pm&lt;br /&gt;no dreams ..&lt;br /&gt;think I was just to tired&lt;br /&gt;I slept like a rock ..&lt;br /&gt;must have needed it ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/92/07E7CD0DF7AAE32B97FF1A9F4ECDEBB3.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579144323737822581-412665862212037996?l=lorrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/412665862212037996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3579144323737822581&amp;postID=412665862212037996&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579144323737822581/posts/default/412665862212037996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579144323737822581/posts/default/412665862212037996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorrinblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/here-and-there.html' title='here and there'/><author><name>Lorri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10651352720159004319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTlocHv2ETc/SgDzqF2_yoI/AAAAAAAAAYc/GKfo3AyI-QQ/S220/l_3e73044ec846954a81a64ae039a3c428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579144323737822581.post-5804535378784550567</id><published>2009-02-23T10:41:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T09:40:50.180-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nichols'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lorri'/><title type='text'>This and That</title><content type='html'>Well the weekend has come to an end..&lt;br /&gt;the ground is covered with a fresh layer of snow&lt;br /&gt;I knew it was Monday morning..&lt;br /&gt;when at 8 am the snow plows and construction&lt;br /&gt;behind my place started&lt;br /&gt;I guess sleeping in&lt;br /&gt;is just for the weekends&lt;br /&gt;but at least it's not like on the big snow falls&lt;br /&gt;when they dump all the snow from city parking lots&lt;br /&gt;and dump it all behind my place&lt;br /&gt;they start that at 3 am &lt;span&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; and go till 5 am ..&lt;br /&gt;You hear&lt;br /&gt;the sound of the trucks coming..&lt;br /&gt;then beep..beep...beep (while they back up)&lt;br /&gt;then you hear the snow dump&lt;br /&gt;followed by two very loud bangs&lt;br /&gt;when the dump truck finishes dumping&lt;br /&gt;and the gate slams shut&lt;br /&gt;So I much rather be up at 8 am&lt;br /&gt;then be woke up&lt;br /&gt;every 20 minutes&lt;br /&gt;through the night&lt;br /&gt;but hopefully that is over  now&lt;br /&gt;They are doing construction&lt;br /&gt;now too but I am getting used to it&lt;br /&gt;wish the dogs would&lt;br /&gt;they bark at everything&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how many times a morning&lt;br /&gt;do people hear me yell shut up!&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway&lt;br /&gt;think I have to let go of a old friend&lt;br /&gt;we have parted from contact before in the past&lt;br /&gt;life always brings us back&lt;br /&gt;it's complicated&lt;br /&gt;and in many ways recently&lt;br /&gt;I have felt such distance&lt;br /&gt;accept when she had an emotional moment&lt;br /&gt;she needed to talk through&lt;br /&gt;I did my best to help guide her&lt;br /&gt;maybe when the circumstance the holds us together&lt;br /&gt;comes to and end..&lt;br /&gt;which I am praying it has ..&lt;br /&gt;cause its stressing me out&lt;br /&gt;it will either take the stress off our friendship&lt;br /&gt;or just place more space&lt;br /&gt;either way I am ready for this circumstance to come to an end&lt;br /&gt;It hurts me that she didn't see the blessing&lt;br /&gt;or care enough about the blessing to make it a priority&lt;br /&gt;I felt let down for a while&lt;br /&gt;now I just feel she let herself down more&lt;br /&gt;I hope she finds what she will see as her blessing&lt;br /&gt;maybe I shouldn't worry about other people seeing their blessings&lt;br /&gt;and just focus on my own&lt;br /&gt;right now I feel such a distance&lt;br /&gt;with a few that became very close&lt;br /&gt;the drama of women friendships&lt;br /&gt;just overwhelming the friendships&lt;br /&gt;the drama is bigger&lt;br /&gt;then the reason&lt;br /&gt;we where put together&lt;br /&gt;and I can't fix that&lt;br /&gt;so I choose to just let it be&lt;br /&gt;move forward&lt;br /&gt;going within&lt;br /&gt;holding on to those who&lt;br /&gt;have been with me ..there for me&lt;br /&gt;the healthy relationships of now&lt;br /&gt;these once where&lt;br /&gt;but now  have become cluttered&lt;br /&gt;with negative impressions&lt;br /&gt;maybe we have fulfilled the needs we had&lt;br /&gt;and time to move forward&lt;br /&gt;all of us&lt;br /&gt;maybe someday our paths will cross again&lt;br /&gt;they have before..&lt;br /&gt;so I let go with love ..honor ..and respect&lt;br /&gt;and hope each of you know&lt;br /&gt;how very much I hope for all of you to find your blessings&lt;br /&gt;and to recognize them when they show in your lives&lt;br /&gt;I have and will always honor our friendships&lt;br /&gt;though the good and bad&lt;br /&gt;I see the positive light within you all&lt;br /&gt;and want to continue to do so&lt;br /&gt;so I will not say good bye&lt;br /&gt;I will just send you forward with my love and prayers&lt;br /&gt;and if we find that on our path we meet again&lt;br /&gt;I will be there to embrace you and your spirit&lt;br /&gt;in appreciation that ..&lt;br /&gt;God set our paths to meet again&lt;br /&gt;and knowing he has a plan for all of us&lt;br /&gt;and that there is a reason for all connections&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so many things in need of my focus&lt;br /&gt;and I like it that way for the most part&lt;br /&gt;everything in life has a down side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have the extra energy these days&lt;br /&gt;to deal with the negatives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't give negative any focus&lt;br /&gt;it cheats me ...&lt;br /&gt;and those I love&lt;br /&gt;from truly experiencing&lt;br /&gt;the friendship or experience&lt;br /&gt;staying in the positive&lt;br /&gt;is my only way to deal with life ups and downs&lt;br /&gt;negative gets me no ware ..&lt;br /&gt;it just makes me feel even more alone more helpless&lt;br /&gt;positive makes me feel hope even when its a glimmer&lt;br /&gt;I know it's there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only way to keep living and giving&lt;br /&gt;is to stay positive&lt;br /&gt;and have faith in yourself and your higher spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/92/07E7CD0DF7AAE32B97FF1A9F4ECDEBB3.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579144323737822581-5804535378784550567?l=lorrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5804535378784550567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DTlocHv2ETc/SaBI2Bw4K1I/AAAAAAAAAFk/HvtwF4aZKNQ/s200/Picture+067.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305320454066023250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I am just sick and tired&lt;br /&gt;of all this snow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dogs Just LOVE IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTlocHv2ETc/SaltxEm2fjI/AAAAAAAAAGY/0pijaDwgPZ8/s1600-h/Picture+095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTlocHv2ETc/SaltxEm2fjI/AAAAAAAAAGY/0pijaDwgPZ8/s200/Picture+095.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307894325650554418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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it was a very unusual week for me&lt;br /&gt;no doctors appointments&lt;br /&gt;just basic running around&lt;br /&gt;getting things done&lt;br /&gt;Was a nice and needed break&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's still snowing here&lt;br /&gt;Just when it all melts&lt;br /&gt;just when my hope&lt;br /&gt;of warmth starts to glimmer&lt;br /&gt;Bam!!&lt;br /&gt;another snow storm&lt;br /&gt;I am so ready for winter to come to an end&lt;br /&gt;miss taking my daily walks&lt;br /&gt;that help clear my head&lt;br /&gt;miss wearing just one layer of clothes&lt;br /&gt;miss walking gracie around the park&lt;br /&gt;it's just been to cold most days&lt;br /&gt;but when it's a nice day we walk&lt;br /&gt;maybe todays snow&lt;br /&gt;will be the end ..I can hope lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dreams have been quite active this past week&lt;br /&gt;I dreamed I had a visit from an old friend&lt;br /&gt;someone whom while I call him friend&lt;br /&gt;we are not friends&lt;br /&gt;but we once where&lt;br /&gt;after all these years&lt;br /&gt;there is still a connection&lt;br /&gt;least for me anyway&lt;br /&gt;in reality I feel a strong sense of this person sometimes&lt;br /&gt;and if I look around usually I see him or something of his&lt;br /&gt;within a few seconds&lt;br /&gt;I can say the dreams with him&lt;br /&gt;come and go&lt;br /&gt;sometimes we just visit and really talk&lt;br /&gt;other times I am looking for him&lt;br /&gt;wishing to explain myself&lt;br /&gt;mostly these days it's just talking&lt;br /&gt;I don't wake up feeling frustrated as I once did&lt;br /&gt;now I just wake up with a sense of peace&lt;br /&gt;and a twinge of guilt&lt;br /&gt;I used to question why I dream about him&lt;br /&gt;but now I just accept that I do&lt;br /&gt;and to me it just shows how our connection&lt;br /&gt;was real ..once upon a time&lt;br /&gt;many times the phases of the dreams&lt;br /&gt;have been validated when I heard news about him and his life&lt;br /&gt;other times I believe it's my need for forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;to release that only regret ..&lt;br /&gt;that I have not been able too release on my own or through circumstances&lt;br /&gt;Maybe in reality I will never be able to fix this regret&lt;br /&gt;but in my dreams it seems I am beginning to heal the old wounds&lt;br /&gt;so I don't question ..why anymore&lt;br /&gt;just accept what is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/92/07E7CD0DF7AAE32B97FF1A9F4ECDEBB3.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579144323737822581-2108986494874314357?l=lorrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2108986494874314357/comments/default' title='Post 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lorri'/><title type='text'>and the week ends..</title><content type='html'>It's been a long week&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit&lt;br /&gt;I am a bit stressed&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have much time for myself&lt;br /&gt;I hope today I can change that&lt;br /&gt;Our small towns little winter and ice festival started last night&lt;br /&gt;I did take some time and go watch them start carving them early yesterday &lt;br /&gt;drove through town last night after running to the store for mom and dad&lt;br /&gt;not many where out yet ..&lt;br /&gt;the ice sculptures where not completed&lt;br /&gt;seemed so odd ...&lt;br /&gt;winter and ice fest and no snow on the ground ???&lt;br /&gt;just a whole lot of water ..flooding everywhere&lt;br /&gt;belle river went over its banks and flooded the road&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to stop and take pictures&lt;br /&gt;but traffic was to busy to be safe&lt;br /&gt;So I wake this morning early&lt;br /&gt;I am going to walk this morning&lt;br /&gt;snapping pictures of ice fest like I did last year..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I take my first peak out the window&lt;br /&gt;SNOW!&lt;br /&gt;while I am sick of winter&lt;br /&gt;I am very tickled that it snowed today&lt;br /&gt;just to make the walk through town ..&lt;br /&gt;viewing the ice sculptures more fun&lt;br /&gt;It's just a dusting really enough to turn everything white&lt;br /&gt;makes it a perfect setting for today's events&lt;br /&gt;I invited one of my oldest friends to join me for my walk&lt;br /&gt;we shall see if they can make it&lt;br /&gt;after a week of running&lt;br /&gt;for D's grandma&lt;br /&gt;my grandpa&lt;br /&gt;and my mom and dad&lt;br /&gt;I am ready and so happy in this moment to go enjoy something as simple as..&lt;br /&gt;a walk with an old friend&lt;br /&gt;catching up on each others lives&lt;br /&gt;seeing all the ice sculptures&lt;br /&gt;snapping a few pictures on the way&lt;br /&gt;I'll share them here later!&lt;br /&gt;It's the simple things that replenish my spirit&lt;br /&gt;and help me through another challenging week ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/92/07E7CD0DF7AAE32B97FF1A9F4ECDEBB3.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579144323737822581-2596645508410710318?l=lorrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2596645508410710318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3579144323737822581&amp;postID=2596645508410710318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nichols'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lorri'/><title type='text'>monday</title><content type='html'>I didn't get online at all yesterday ..I got up at 8 am got dressed and ready to take daves grandma to the doctors for her test results ..she has been passing out (just for a few seconds) but its happening more and more frequent and so they ran a bunch of tests (mostly heart related)&lt;br /&gt;all tests came back fine ..(which makes no sense)&lt;br /&gt;so after 2 hours at the doctors we left to go pick up her scripts at the drug store&lt;br /&gt;we walked in the door of our local rite aid got 10 feet into the store when grams said oh oh oh no and passed out ..&lt;br /&gt;I grabbed her into like a bear hug and brought her down to the floor as best I could ..people just kept walking by us as I check her pulse and made sure she was breathing ..she was making a horrid sound and I couldn't get her to come too..her eyes where rolled back into her head&lt;br /&gt;..I yelled at the lady at the counter to call 911 ..she did and the pharmacy lady came out to help me ..grandma came too about 4 minutes later&lt;br /&gt;I sent her off in an ambulance to the hospital .. something is very wrong&lt;br /&gt;only time I have ever heard this sound she made was when I worked at the nursing home and a man who I took care of had grand mal seizure .. yet grams had no muscle contractions, like he did when he would seize.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway today they are doing a bunch of tests..so we shall see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a hard time sleeping last night ..that sound in my head ..it was really horrible sound ..&lt;br /&gt;I told the doctors about the sound ..its hard to describe but its just horrible&lt;br /&gt;they had been testing for a heart problem but I think they need to look at her brain and see if this is seizure activity ..something is so not right ..I don't care what the tests say..they must be testing the wrong things then&lt;br /&gt;Grams was alert by the time the ambulance left the scene ..I was answering all their questions best I could&lt;br /&gt;Then the manager of rite aid came out and needed me to fill out some forms (apparently so I don't sue them for her fall ..made me write out everything that happen releasing them from any responsibility....As if that was on my mind ..geesh&lt;br /&gt;today I am staying around home unless I get a call from the hospital&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I need a mental break)&lt;br /&gt;Her daughters are there with her today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow have to take my mom to the doctors and my dad wants to go see gramps so I am gona drop dad off with Gramps and take mom to docs at same time ..it will kill to birds with one stone and hopefully I can get home without any problems like yesterday ..so thats been my week ..so far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geesh its only tuesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a 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