The Visitation

Hello to everyone stopping by. Its been a few days since I've had time to sit down and write a little. My oldest son Shane and my three Grandsons, Christian, Stevie and Dillon came up and stayed a few days up on Poverty Hill. Needless to say, my butt is still a dragging. We started off the weekend by taking in a movie, Indiana Jones, and of course I had to explain to them how I taught Indiana everything that he knew. That he was a lil orphan boy that I found sleeping in a tater patch and took him under my wing to teach him how to find buried treasures, crystal skulls and the such. Then I had to show my unique fighting skills of Kung Fu, Karate, Ju Jitssu and the Poverty Hill body slam. We visited the fishing hole where monster skulls of all types were found. Saber Toothed Tigers(a beaver skull), Flesh Eating Giant Alligators(catfish head, rather large), and the reclusive Poverty Hill Jungle Jaguar(a dog skull). While the imaginations were in full swing we had to discuss how the dinosaurs had roamed these hills and had drank water from this very watering hole, especially the Tyrannosaurus Rex which was the king of Poverty Hill at that time, which I had killed and taken over Poverty Hill back in my younger days before I got sick.
In the next few dayz we had target practice, ventured into the thick jungle surrounding Poverty Hill, looked for the ever elusive white tailed deer, blazed paths through the thickly overgrown vegetation(Judi's flower bed) and mainly just had a great time. I loved watching my Son with his Sons, it makes a Father proud to see how the next generations are coming along. Thank You God for letting me remain here long enough to see this, I am truly blessed.
Well its gettin on and I still got my chores to do before dark thirty. Yall do stop by again if you're in the neighborhood, its always good to have friends come by.
Wavin.........see yall later....

TW

Hello everyone, TW here bloggin at ya from Poverty Hill. Well I learned a new life lesson over the past few days...... and that is theres some things that ya just don't need to blog about......laffin. So I'm coming back at ya with a newly laid down set of bloggin rules....lol..of course I won't mention the reason why, I didn't know milk could get me in soooo much trouble. Nah, not really, Judi just said I can't believe you wrote that....LOL.
Its been sort of quiet around here the past few days, not much going on, I have my morning coffee with my PH buddy, Merle, on Yahoo Messenger, seeing if anything new is happening with her. After that I sit and read everyones blog that I have a web address on, then I sit and ponder on the things that need doing up on Poverty Hill. Today is one of those days that I feel quite sure that I will be doing very little, its supposed to be in the 90's, and if you're a PH'er you know how that affects you especially with this humidity in Mississippi. Laffin, and I was talking to Merle and she was talking about having the heat on, lordy, it amazes me, the difference in weather around the country. Myself, I hate cold weather, I'd make a terrible Eskimo.
One thing that I have learned since joining my PHfriends at the PHA website is that I'm totally without doubt IGNORANT. All those abbreviations, RHC's, SUV's, ABC's and whatever totally blow my mind. I guess I need to get my book out and study...laffin. Seriously I have learned so much from everyone at PHA, in the past I pretty much let Judi handle all the medical stuff, which she is very knowledgeable about, and I just lived life a day at the time without trying to learn about it myself. I guess I thought if I didn't acknowledge it that it would go away...NOT.
Anyway if any of my PH friends are reading this, I want to say from my heart, thank you for being there, for caring, for sharing and understanding and mostly for just being my friend.....and of course for your patience in explaining those dayum abbreviations...lol
Oh yeah, before getting outta here, I do have one good piece of information that has really excited me. They have started a support group in Mobile, AL, which is about an hour and a half from me and Judi and I are planning to attend their meeting on the 27th of May. We're really looking forward to going.
Guess I need to get to my chores, I've been being good the past few days, what with all the new bloggin rules that have been set forth for me. I am not ignorant as to know when to walk very lightly around the boss Lady.

Yall come if ya can, wavin bye to ya from high atop Poverty Hill.

TW

The Mystery of the Missing Milk

Heyz to everyone and welcome to the Poverty Hill hideout. Well we had some excitement around this this afternoon. My lil wifey and her Mom went to the big city to pick up a few items from the grocery store.......you know, fat back, collard greens, grits...the regular stuff. Well our neighbor asked if Judi would pick her up a gallon of milk, and her being the kind hearted young lady she is, she said she'd be glad to. The trip went off nicely, they spent lotz of money as usual and came on back to Poverty Hill with their goodies and the gallon of milk. Our neighbor came up to pick up her gallon of milk and Judi told her it was in the fridge to just help herself. Anyway, in about 5 minutes the neighbor called back and told Judi that the milk was only about 2/3rds full. OMG...Judi immediately picked up the phone and called the store, thinking the manager would politely say just bring it back and we'll exchange it. NOTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT......laffin
The manager said that it was her mistake and she should have checked to see if it had been opened. Well OK, she hangs the phone up but I can see the steam-a-rising. Her lil face turned red and she picked up the phone, asked for the manager, and gave him a reaming that would make a sailor hang his head in shame....I didn't even know she knew those kinds of words. Well the manager stuck to his original conclusion of it was her fault and she had shown her ignorance by not checking it....well out come a few more choice words and she slams her phone closed. Well her Mother came up and she called also.....of course a little nicer, although not much...and I was sitting here laffin my butt off. Anyway she got the same answer. Two hot women...lordy me........LMAO. I told Judi, just go buy another gallon its no biggie.
Well I sat here and listened to how sorry that store was and how they'd never go back and shop there and all the other bad things that you can say about a store....trying my best not to laugh out loud.
Well Judi decided she'd go back to town and get our neighbor another gallon of milk. She looked in the fridge to see if there was anything else she might need while at the grocery and and LOW AND BEHOLD, a full gallon of nice ice cold milk sat right there on the top shelf of the refrigerator for all to see, shining white and satiny in all its glory........laffin.. Our neighbor had picked up the wrong milk from the fridge without noticing that it wasn't full....Scratching my head, I think to myself, now theres' got to be a moral of the story here..Something like, Make sure you brain is in gear before engaging mouth. All I can say is I'm glad I'm not a grocery store manager. BTW, if you never hear from me again you'll know that Judi found out I blogged this. So long from now from Mayor TW, atop Poverty Hill. (wavin)

TW

And the Saga Continues

Hey everyone, welcome to the Poverty Hill ramblings. Well the saga continues on. I went to my PH specialist yesterday all ready after stressing all week about starting the new medicine, Sub Q Remodulin. Before going to his office I had to go to the hospital and have blood drawn for whatever tests, who knows, a six minute walk, and a chest X-ray. Needless to say these test were done in the morning and my doctors appointment wasn't until the afternoon. Anyway Judi and I got all the morning appointments taken care of and we went and had a great lunch. Gawd I'm thinking, I hate to start this new medicine, but if I gotta, I'm gonna do it on a full stomach.....laffin. Judi is all stressed out as usual but hates letting me know. Little to her knowledge I can read her like a book........Well of course we have a few hours to go until my doctors appointment so guess what we do.......thats right......shop, ugghhhhhhh. Shopping of course makes all women feel better..lol.
Appointment time, we see the doc and he's reading the results from my 6 minute walk and he starts dialing the phone. He has been on the phone with Dr Fagan at the Pulmonary Hypertension Center in Mobile all morning discussing my case with her. To make the story shorter, my 6 minute walk was considerably better than the last one I did. They discuss this back and forth and he hangs up the phone and looks at me, scares the hell outta me, but then starts smiling. He says that he and Dr Fagan want to hold off on the Remodulin until after Dr Fagan and he can get together and look over my charts and that he has made an appointment for me to see her and let her check me out in person. Well I have an appointment on the 2nd of Jun to see her and Dr Babar, my PH specialist will meet with her on the 3rd of Jun. It really doesn't break my heart to hold off on the new med, but of course I know it could be just a temporary delay. Anyway the Saga continues, as does the stress, that is IF I let stress get to me.....which I don't.......laffin...(much).
Well guess I better get offa here before Miss Judi pops that whip again. So long from Poverty Hill.........yall come!

TW

Passing on the Memorys

Hello everyone, things are the same as usual here on Poverty Hill. The weather has been beautiful the past few days, the temps in the 70's and cool mornings and afternoons which is my main stirring times. Yesterday was my oldest Grandsons birthday, he's 10 years old now......gawd I'm getting old, but of course I'm doing it gracefully. I didn't realize how old I was until the Grand kids wanted me to tell them "about the good ole days.".....lol. They sit and listen with their eyes glued to me as I make up old stories....some which are true...but most made from the imagination that I know will entertain them with laughter and wonder. I can see in their eyes that they are taking in every word with wonder and amazement as I tell these tales that in no way are even close to being the truth.....lol. I have to tell them stories of my childhood adventures with Indians, great hunting tales, the moonshiner days and of course about the old troll that lives under the bridge. They want to know about the surgery scars on me, that have instantly turned into places where the Indians shot me, but of course I escaped and wiped em all out. These are the times that I am glad to be here, to spend time with my Grandchildren, to pass on stories that I was told by my Grandfathers and that maybe someday they will tell their children and Grandchildren. Times that will give them memories of me, as the memories I have of my Grandparents.
My Children are wonderful, but theres something more about Grandchildren. I guess when I was younger I was so caught up with making a living for them that I didn't have as much time to spend with them as I do now with my Grandchildren. Not that they were neglected by a long shot, they still love the stories too.
Well I guess that's enough of the exploits of the Poverty Hill Hero for now, I still got my chores to do before Missy Judi pops that whip. So long for now, yall come if ya can, if not, know that you're always welcome high atop the hill.