cancer smelling dogs

So a woman calls last week and says, "I know this sounds wierd but I need a mammogram. I've heard dogs can smell cancer and my dogs have been smelling my breasts so I really need to get one."

But then told me she was going to be out of town for the month and would have to wait until she got back to schedule it. (She was really wanting one that day. Too bad I don't work at the medical drive-through ordering service.)

Still waiting to get the results back on that one. I couldn't make this stuff up.

mother's day

So I'm really not looking forward to tomorrow. Actually, I've tried NOT to think about it. But then I was driving home last night from work and passed the TWIN PEAKS billboard and started to laugh. Mom and I were driving on 169 before she got sick and she saw the billboard and said, "Hey, that looks like a great place to eat. We should try it." I looked at her and said, "Um, do you NOT get the twin peaks analogy? It's boobs mom--it's like Hooters. Do you still want to go there? The girls will have on tight shirts and their business hanging out." She decided we shouldn't go there.

There are so many things I miss about my mom. And I'm sure tomorrow will be hard. But then I remember something funny she said and it's ok.

But I'm going to try to focus on the good things. Like my friends Liz & Kylie and celebrate Mother's Day with them. And their great kids.

And my friend Mandee from work. Who's a single mom of the cutest 5 year old, Toby. She works with us and is going back to school. (I actually tried to help her on a lab report for Biology and I got her a 'D'. She didn't ask for much help after that.) I'm so proud of her. And the other Moms I work with: Omega, Heather, Cindy, Dee & Felicia.

Hope you all have a great weekend!

Last Mother's Day with Laura and Jonathan in St Louis, after Laura's graduation

goodbye bixby, hello owasso

Bixby

Owasso

Well, what can I say? Ed leaves for Cuba and my house sells and I buy another one. Laura says we should send Ed away more frequently? Me, I say we need to get those Cubans praying for us more often!!

I am losing money, but am getting a really good deal on a new home in Owasso. And a great interest rate. Can't wait to have a 10min commute. And the extra money I used to spend on gas.

I'm closing on the Bixby house on May 24th. My new house (should) be ready on June 21st. I know, two moves isn't ideal. But Ed's letting me move in with him, so I'll be able to save some money.

I'll post more pictures of it when they get a little more finished. Because it's still in drywall state, I got to choose finishes. And I pretty much chose the exact same stuff I have now. I'm so predictable. But I had to look at everything first. At lease I know what I like!!

God is good, all the time!

work & dating.

Haven't been doing much of that lately. It has been SOOO slow at work. And I have a great PA student so she's doing most of the work. So now I'm really bored. And they blocked most of the really good internet sites to surf. If only it were November and I had Christmas cards to address . . .

But two funny stories from work this week.

First, a lady says to me, "So you're fat so you understand how it feels." What? I may be overweight but I don't think I'm fat. I may say I'm fat but NO ONE else can call me that. It's just rude. It's ok--she's kinda strange so it really didn't hurt my feelings.

So same day as I get called fat, an older patient brings in her list of blood pressures. Not only are there blood pressures on her list, about 10 times a day, but also comments. Like, "Rats! Nuts! My scale seems stuck." Our favorite? "Pulse high from eating," which then is scratched out and replaced with "post coitus." Um, she's about 80. Or older. Gross me out!! If you don't know what coitus is, google it.

And dating. Well, let's just say I have some funny stories for my dating book I'm going to write someday.

I've joined eHarmony. Again. Well, I actually joined awhile ago. But was too afraid to discuss it. My goal this time? Having 500 men 'close' communication with me. Well, I achieved my goal this last week. (I'll give you my signature if you want. Insert applause.)

But the BEST was some responses I got from a guy. Why do they have to be one extreme or the other?? Where are all the 'NORMAL,' Christian guys?

Hope you enjoy. I think it speaks for itself.

The questions are ones I sent him--the responses are all his own.

Looking back on your life, of what are you most proud? I guess I'm most proud of my son. He honors Christ, remembers scripture verses, gives generously, prays earnestly, exalts God, obeys his parents, learns and remembers lessons from scripture, and is absolutely brilliant. He exhibits more wisdom than I do, and has far better theology than 90% of preachers in America today. By the way, he's 7.

Describe an interest you have that you would truly hope your partner could share with you. Evangelism, street preaching, door to door and fair booth-type witnessing. The woman I marry, if I am to, must share passion for lost souls. I am also keen to home school our children. I really believe that the home is the best place to learn, and that parents are the best teachers. In fact, I start my teaching licensure this fall, and should be done by the time I retire.

How important is it to you that your partner fulfill traditional gender roles? (I asked this because I like my job and would like to continue working - - - yada, yada--just seeing what he thought about that) Not important, I like doing things around the house. But I'm also used to doing chores because I'm compelled to do it. However, I do believe there is a big difference between what we consider 'traditional gender roles' and the model of marriage Christ laid down in Scripture, and I believe a Christian man and woman ought to model the roles for marriage as set forth in the Bible for the sake of the Gospel. That makes a perfect marriage, and one that is Christ-honoring and God-exhalting.

Just so you know, I closed communication with him.

I'm beginning to feel like I may be single awhile longer. So I'm waiting.

Hope you can laugh. I'm off to do some fair booth-type witnessing. . .

late

So sorry I'm not posting. Not that there's anything NOT to talk about. Rebecca having twins. Emmie Easterwood's arrival. House on the market again. Dad's big screen planted above the fireplace. He keeps saying Mom would have thought it looked good. Yeah, I'm gonna go with no she wouldn't.

But I'm just really trying to keep it together. Still not sleeping well. Trying all the over the counter sleep aids. The prescription ones make me too loopy. And not cry all the time.

But things will get better. God is Good. I have to keep telling myself that. He is Faithful. And He knows what I need better than I know myself.

So I'm just plugging along. Doing life. Crying some. Trying to sleep some. Not really wanting to blog. But I promise I'll get better. There's lots of new little ones around. And birthday time.

And my favorite from last week:
Senis

No, not that. It's Sinus. Or was supposed to be. That's what a patient wrote why he came in. First time for that spelling.

And my new patient last week. Whose favorite word was 'honestly.' As in, "Honestly, I usually don't have that big of a poop." (That was my favorite use of the word.) So, of course, we are all saying it now. Honestly.

faithfulness

Got some awesome news today--the lawsuit is offically over.

God is Good.

All the Time.

dogs

I'm taking care of Dad's dogs this week. Let me just say 4 is WAAAYY too many. Any whoo--I found some rawhide rolls for the Springers. They chewed them for 45 min last night before I took them away--and then gave them back to them tonight. What a great treat! The usual bone lasts about 30 minutes.

So here's my night--Reagan and Rusty growling at each other while chewing their bones. Bella chews her bone for a couple of minutes, then has to run through the rest of the dogs and growl at them and then goes back under the dining room table. Repeat about every 4-5 minutes. Bentley 'guards' his bone until the other dogs are finished with theirs and then eats his. It's quite humorous.

Reagan likes to play ball, but I'm behind on my notes so I didn't throw the ball enough for her tonight, I guess. About 15 minutes ago she came in and barked at me and then walked into her crate. I think I just got flipped off, the dog-way.

It's hard not to laugh at them. Because soon Rusty will come out of my bedroom with my dirty underwear on his head or he's tossing it in the air and catching it. But it does make my underwear 'vented' or 'airy.'

Wish I would have gotten some pics or video . . .