Chris stopped in Pigeon Forge for a carmel apple. I guess he felt bad about tricking me about the bear. He bought me a little bitty tiny black bear to make up for the fact I didn't see hide nor hair of one.
Tuesday, November 3, 2015
Bears
After our brush with death of driving off of 441 and then meeting Falling Rock up close and personal I layed down in the back seat to rest. Thirty minutes later Chris slams the brakes and yells "here's your bear Marna". I jumped straight up almost into the front seat. There. Was. No. Bear. Disappointed ran threw me. Chris told his mom "I knew that would get her up".
Chris stopped in Pigeon Forge for a carmel apple. I guess he felt bad about tricking me about the bear. He bought me a little bitty tiny black bear to make up for the fact I didn't see hide nor hair of one.
Chris stopped in Pigeon Forge for a carmel apple. I guess he felt bad about tricking me about the bear. He bought me a little bitty tiny black bear to make up for the fact I didn't see hide nor hair of one.
Driving 441 in basically unsafe conditions
Crossing 441 in the darkening of night during a slight rain in the middle of the "smoke" of the Smoky's at the very top? Not a very good idea. Visionability gone in a split second with a flash of thoughts of driving off the mountain to your death, much like Uncas and Alice in "The Last of the Mohicans".
You can see NOTHING in a split minute and somehow, somehow, thank the Good Lord, come to rest in a pull off near Clingman's Dome. The car behind you never seen again.
Your husband taking the wheel isn't much better. The curves of 441 are nothing like our Cherokee mountains and he should never think something across the road is a branch. Ummm....hence the warning signs of "Falling Rock" everywhere you turn. Maybe we should have let Nana drive last night. Bless it. She remained amazingly calm while gripping the hound outta the door handle.
The unfair part? I drove the climb up from North Carolina during the mess of weather. Chris driving down on the Tennessee side? Clear as a bell. Except for that fallen rock he ran over, which wasn't a branch, honey.
You can see NOTHING in a split minute and somehow, somehow, thank the Good Lord, come to rest in a pull off near Clingman's Dome. The car behind you never seen again.
Your husband taking the wheel isn't much better. The curves of 441 are nothing like our Cherokee mountains and he should never think something across the road is a branch. Ummm....hence the warning signs of "Falling Rock" everywhere you turn. Maybe we should have let Nana drive last night. Bless it. She remained amazingly calm while gripping the hound outta the door handle.
The unfair part? I drove the climb up from North Carolina during the mess of weather. Chris driving down on the Tennessee side? Clear as a bell. Except for that fallen rock he ran over, which wasn't a branch, honey.
Monday, October 19, 2015
Pink Regulations
There are no government regulations on "pink" sales. This video is great about educating before buying pink - interesting NFL stats. Don't waste your $$ to buy a pink product just because it has the pink ribbon and you assume all the monies support a breast cancer cause.
If I see a shirt in pink during October I'll buy it. But if I see two different pink shirts I like in October I'll try to choose the one that at least gives some $ to breast cancer charities support. I know maybe I'm not "choosie" enough. But I don't trust a product just because of a ribbon or waste my $ on something pink because I feel obligated too.
One day Chris and I were shopping and the lady asked if we'd like to donate a dollar toward breast cancer research. Chris told the poor lady, "we've donated enough". Bless her. She looked surprised and didn't know what he meant.
(Plus. I really don't buy much pink at all. Ha ha)
If I see a shirt in pink during October I'll buy it. But if I see two different pink shirts I like in October I'll try to choose the one that at least gives some $ to breast cancer charities support. I know maybe I'm not "choosie" enough. But I don't trust a product just because of a ribbon or waste my $ on something pink because I feel obligated too.
One day Chris and I were shopping and the lady asked if we'd like to donate a dollar toward breast cancer research. Chris told the poor lady, "we've donated enough". Bless her. She looked surprised and didn't know what he meant.
(Plus. I really don't buy much pink at all. Ha ha)
link:
NFL is covered in pink...Tuesday, October 13, 2015
New Oncologist
Tomorrow is my every six month Oncology appointment. It's a dreaded one. I'll have a new doctor as my beloved Dr. Charles has moved practice to UT.
A woman doc. Hmmm...wonder if there'll be a difference between male and female oncologist for breast cancer? We'll see I guess.
The appointment will be quite, really awful. Dr. Charles had been my mom-in-law's oncologist for lung cancer. How strange it was. Dr. Charles my doctor since 2010 then in 2013, I believe the year, Dr. Charles had become Emma Lee's as well. Six months ago we scheduled our appointments on the same day. I was told to schedule my next checkup in six months. My mom-in-law was told she was terminal. Her cancer was back and had spread from her lungs into liver.
Emma is 79. She'd not wanted chemo after having half her lung removed. I guess it was from memories of her precious sister, whom she spoke with everyday, dying of terminal breast cancer in 2011ish. Memories of pain and suffering.
(Forgive me of unsure years. I'm horrible at remembering dates. To me most dates are of moments best left not to be relived.)
So. Tomorrow is a double whammy. A new doctor. But more importantly a visit to the office that fateful day six months ago....
A blog post link from 2012 about my mama and second mom, Emma Lee Hull. ....
click here for post:
Mommas, mother in laws and life lessons
A woman doc. Hmmm...wonder if there'll be a difference between male and female oncologist for breast cancer? We'll see I guess.
The appointment will be quite, really awful. Dr. Charles had been my mom-in-law's oncologist for lung cancer. How strange it was. Dr. Charles my doctor since 2010 then in 2013, I believe the year, Dr. Charles had become Emma Lee's as well. Six months ago we scheduled our appointments on the same day. I was told to schedule my next checkup in six months. My mom-in-law was told she was terminal. Her cancer was back and had spread from her lungs into liver.
Emma is 79. She'd not wanted chemo after having half her lung removed. I guess it was from memories of her precious sister, whom she spoke with everyday, dying of terminal breast cancer in 2011ish. Memories of pain and suffering.
(Forgive me of unsure years. I'm horrible at remembering dates. To me most dates are of moments best left not to be relived.)
So. Tomorrow is a double whammy. A new doctor. But more importantly a visit to the office that fateful day six months ago....
A blog post link from 2012 about my mama and second mom, Emma Lee Hull. ....
click here for post:
Mommas, mother in laws and life lessons
Friday, October 2, 2015
Captain Ds with Chris's mom
Nana bought today. I don't like her to. But my birthday is coming and she wanted to treat me with lunch so I let her.
Do you notice something?
Chris's mom hates waste so
she sticks the gum she's been
chewing on the side
of her food container.
Then begins to chew after dinner.
Ranger
Bought a Ranger for farm. Should have had years ago.
Nieces playing and hauling
few bales of hay for me.
Taking Chris's mom around farm
in the Ranger.
2015 Knoxville zoo trip
only zebra to be found
elephant, one favorite
reason to visit. Two baby gorillas!!! I could
have sat an watched all day long hadn't the
kids elbowed me out!
September 28, 2015
Happy anniversary Chris! ♡♡♡♡ 1996 wow. Where has time gone? (Um. Yeah. Big hair, big dress, big flowers were all the rage way back when...)
Crab leg attack!
Amber (niece), Chris and I to Cherokee, NC for Sunday seafood bar at Harrah's. Chris was attacked by a plate! Picked one up and shattered in his hand. Soon found out Harrah's has their own EMS. Who would have thought?
More blood than you can imagine!
Chris didn't let him slow him down
Luckily he was finished with messy crab legs and on to the steak!
Day trip with great nieces
Started in Vonore at the Sequoyah Birthplace Museum festival. Across 441 to eat crab legs in Cherokee, NC (no joke), back across 441 to Cade's Cove.
Sequoyah Birthplace Museum festival
Me and the greats.
Yummy crab legs.
Cherokee, NC
Sequoyah Birthplace Museum festival
Elk near Cherokee, NC
on 441
Across 441
Great nieces 441
Cade's Cove
People chasing momma bear and 3 cubs in a tree. Spoiled the day for us. And the bear.
No photo can do the Smoky's justice.
I didn't try.
Thursday, October 1, 2015
Twins and their books...
One of funniest ever. Friend and her twin sister inadvertently bought each other the books.
Saturday, September 5, 2015
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