Mystery Solved

     My good hubby-buddy says he knows the secret of Mona Lisa's smile; her teeth hurt.  Back to the dentist tomorrow.

     Thank you all for your support.  Until the next time, keep a hug on.

 ~ Yaya

There's A Reason For That Cheesy Grin

     Lookie... lookie up there.  You see that picture of the little red-haired girl in the Little Red Wagon at the top of this page?  That's me.  You see how she is trying to smile, but her mouth is closed?  That's on accounta' her teeth are hurtin'... still.  She's trying very hard to pretend it is not bothering her, but the Tooth Gremlins are working night and day to create as much havoc as possible.  So, Yaya sits in her Little Red Wagon, grinning and bearing it.  grrrrr

     On the UP-side, I am getting a little better each day... I think.  Its a funny thing about pain and misery, though.  After you reach a certain point, there seems to be nothing left to compare it to.  Soooooo, my good hubby-buddy (bless his heart) gets to be on the receiving end of my moans and groans.  He very pleasantly takes it all in stride... and takes SUCH good care of me.  I am soooo blessed..

     This too shall pass, though.  As I used to tell my little kiddo's, "In 1,000 years, we'll be able to look back on this moment and laugh."  Ah, but time passes oh, so slowly when you're watching water boil.  *grin*

     And how have you all been?  I'm so sorry I haven't been 'round to visit much.  I do think about you and appreciate it so when you come to see me.  Your comments and prayers are extremely helpful.  Hopefully, I'll be back on track before long and we can do some more visiting over the backyard fence or over a cuppa' hot cocoa.  Thanks for your prayers and kind thoughts.

     Until the next time, keep a hug on.

 ~ Yaya

Life Won't Be The Same

     I am so sorry that I haven't been around.  It is just possible that I will be in and out for awhile, although Out may be the more operative word.  I'm having some procedures done so I can be a New Man, as it were.  On the one hand, I'm very excited because I'm reasonably certain of the results.  But on the other hand, anything that brings change and involves needles, pliers, eyeballs and teeth just sort of puts me on the defensive.

     Yes, I will be having surgery on my teeth and my eyes.  'Course, this is not really major surgery, so there's nothing for any of us to worry about, but considering the nature of my Psyche and the fact that I'm a coward, I hafta' fit in some time to worry.

     Some of my teeth need to be pulled to make room for more comfort and, although that apparently,isn't really considered surgery,  my opinion is that whenever there's blood, needles and pliers involved, Surgery it is.  In making room for the Comfort, I simply mean that pain will go away.  I like that result.  It brings me Comfort.  Still, I'm one of those rare people who heals extremely slowly when I have my teeth removed.  Past results have shown me that I should allow up to six weeks to heal, although I truly hope my body has learned from past experience that life is not fun while suffering is involved.  If you happen to think about me, I would greatly appreciate your kind prayers.

     After the dentist takes the parts he wants, I will be making arrangements to voluntarily sit in another doctor's office whilst he removes pieces of my eyes.  No, no.  Its not as barbaric as I'm making it sound.  Just remember; it is my job to worry.  Therefore, my creative imagination must build the most gruesome image possible so that I can do what I'm s'posed to be doing; worry.  My faithful and dependable imagination is doing a Bang-Up Job.  The images that are running around in my head are keeping me busy with worry.  Well, not worry, exactly; more like nervous anticipation.  I'm sure things will work out well.

     Again, this is apparently not considered surgery, but my mind says otherwise.  Needles, pliers, pain and removal of body parts (teeth and the lenses in my eyes) just Screeeeam Surgery to me.  I've had many, many operations and this does not seem to be a great deal different from other Owie situations.  Again, since I am a total Woose (is that even a word?), I would definitely appreciate your kind prayers.

     So, the reason I haven't been around (not counting trips out of town and Life, in general) has a lot to do with my personal penchant for Whine and Cheese.  When I hurt, I make sure and certain that my good hubby-buddy knows my grief.  He's a kind-hearted soul and takes very good care of me.  Heavenly Father has been so generous in pouring out His blessings on me.  I must say that one of my favorite blessings is my good hubby-buddy.

     So, whilst I do have a certain amount of unnecessary fear and anticipation over the coming events, please don't worry about me.  Pain and medication might keep me away from my computer, but I'm sure there is no real reason for cocern.  Whilst I heal, please keep me in your thoughts and just know that I will be posting on my blog as often as I can.  You all are the greatest and I'll be thinkin' 'bout you.  I'll Be Back (as said in my best Arnold Schwartznegger voice).

     By the way, does anyone know how to stick this to the top of the page?  You know, like a sticky note?  I don't know how to do that, so if you do, would you tell me?  Thank you so much.  You all have taught me so very much.

     Until the next time, keep a hug on.

 ~ Yaya

Back in the day...

     Do you ever wonder about your spouse's past?  Do you sometimes wish you knew more about him or her?  On occasion, I am blessed to hear some of the stories from my good hubby-buddies life, before I was his Significant Other.  I enjoy these times, as he had some interesting adventures and his storytelling talents can be quite entertaining.  Some of my favorites have to do with his time spent in the military.

     Now, you have to understand that when I met my good hubby-buddy, he looked to be about twelve years old, so its difficult for me to imagine what he must have looked like at eighteen.  I've seen a couple of pictures of him in his uniform and I'm here to tell you, I wouldn't have let him out of the back yard, much less into the military.  But someone must have believed him when he said he was old enough because he spent four years in the Navy and several more years as a civilian, before I even met him.

     As I listen to him talk about the days aboard ship, I often wonder if there were others like him who didn't look old enough to be out of middle school.  The night I met him, I convinced myself that he had to be at least eighteen years old because the church party we were attending was for those who were eighteen and older.  In my heart, though, I was pretty sure he had sort of crashed the party.  I'm happy to report that I later learned that he was thinking the same of me.

     You know, I sort of miss those days when I didn't look my age.  *sigh*  Until the next time, keep a hug on.

 ~ Yaya

Escapades With Flu

     Yaya sleeps fitfully, dreaming that she is making hot chicken soup for her pals, Just Joany and Wordy.  Flu is not a fun place to live and she tries to remember that she is not the only one suffering.  Feverish and out of sorts, she reaches for the chocolate pudding to flavor the chicken soup.  Something tells her this is wrong, but she can't seem to figure out why.  Chocolate is always in season, she tells herself.

     Still dreaming, she thinks she is carrying two huge pots of soup, one to Wordy and one to Joany, across the yard.  Suddenly, she is awakened by the sound of her name being called.  She looks around and realizes that she has been dreaming.

     Dismissing the sound as part of the dream, she rolls over to go back to sleep.  Must get plenty of rest if she wants to get well.  Again, she hears her name and gets up to investigate.  Outside, she sees Joany, lying in the snow and hurries to rescue her.

     Joany tells Yaya about Wordy's plight and the two of them work together to scoop up the blob that is their friend, Wordy.  It is not easy.  Finally, three personalities manage to work their way back into Yaya's house to sit in front of the fire and hope that none of them gets sicker as a result of their middle-of-the-night escapade. 

     Meanwhile, hubby-buddy sleeps on, struggling with his own flu symptoms.  Poor hubby-buddy.

     Stay well and keep a hug on.

Yaya