Cherokee Lake - June 2013

We went to Murphy, NC, again this last June.
Sam is building a small cabin for our retirement and to get me out of FL as the weather here is horrible.
On the way down, Sunday, Father's day, we stopped at Cherokee Lake, on 294, so our friend, Paul could take some pictures.
I snapped a few too.
Gotta make memories, right?

BamBam had lost of fun and was so happy.

Father's day, June 16, 2013

That's me in the corner

Yesterday was not a bad Sunday aside from being extremely hot.
I crocheted some, did some laundry, took care of two plugged up cats that couldn't pee, did the dishes, and didn't take a nap.
Oh, I even went around the corner with BamBam which tired her, it was way too hot and humid still.
Then I fed everyone, including my humans.
After that I felt sick, all of a sudden. I was eating dinner with Nate and told him my head was numb again, I get this numbness feeling going thru my head often.
I finished my sandwich and told Sam that I was not feeling well. I grabbed my cane and went to sit on the couch. JUST IN TIME!
The seizure hit. I had only time to alert Nate who was sitting in the same room.
It was a bad seizure too. Today I am so tired, my head is confused.
I have been listening to R.E.M., Losing my Religion. When the song goes 'that is me in the corner', that hits me like a brick.
That is how I feel, like I am in a 'corner' looking at life passing by.
It's so scary to go out. I never know when a seizure will come.
What if I am at Hobby Lobby and have one?
I like to go to Hobby Lobby with BamBam. She helps to keep me from having panic attacks and I still can have some sense of independence, going out by myself.
I do not want to have always someone with me. That depresses me.
I do not know what to do from now on.
Meanwhile, I will just stand in the corner.

'That's me in the corner 
That's me in the spotlight  
Losing my religion' (R.E.M.)

Journal

I have been thinking and trying to see this blog from a new perspective. I am from now on till, well, till something happens and I get too overwhelmed, going to look at my blog as a journal, a diary of sorts.
I used to love to write. That was before I was nominated to be the bill payer and check book balance-r for the family and bookkeeper for my husband's painting business. A long time ago, time gone and lost, before I had the first TIA that changed my life completely, I used to write.
Now with the stresses of life, paying bills, trying to take care of the household, fight the dust bunnies who by the way, win more battles than me, and crocheting the most I can to add stock to 2kute's  shop, I just pretty much lost all the desire to read and write.
Do not get too excited about reading my posts. They will not be full of adventures or excitement or even written poetically. They will just be about the life of a simple family who struggles to make ends meet in this economy with only one income.
I will write some posts trying to catch up with some events of this year so we can be more up to date on the whole Kute saga.
Right now, today, this is where our journey stands: I need a haircut, badly, so I am working on that whole anxiety issue of having to go out and as if that were not enough to cause panic attacks, let someone touch me. That might have to be pushed to next week.
Also, Kenny has blood in his urine. So I most likely will have to help Nate with taking Kenny to the veterinarian. That is priority today.
Besides that I plan in crocheting a baby hat to go with a pair of shorts I finished last night.
And what's for dinner? As always, I do not know.
See you guys around the bend...