Pork Chop, EMT & Bra

Last month my husband and I were enjoying some delicious pork chops which were hand raised in Croyden. They were given to him as a Christmas gift from a fellow driver. He was into his third bite and he began to cough and sputter. He walked over to the kitchen sink and the next thing you know he is giving me the universal choking sign. So I tried to do the Heimlich maneuver on him and he is a pretty tall guy and I am short, so it was hard. I asked him if I should call "911" and he was shaking his head yes. So I called and they ask me to stay on the line and I begin thinking I don't have my bra on. I have got to save my husband, stay on the phone and somehow get my bra on before the EMT's arrive. Well he coughed some more, threw up and dislodged the pork chop. They still wanted to send the EMT's and ambulance to check him out, so I did get off the phone. I got my bra on and a beautiful six foot tall blonde twenty-something female, is the first on the scene, as the only EMT (so much for worrying about the bra). My husband was very pleased to see her and I was too, even if it took thirteen minutes for her to arrive. I am very happy it turned out for the best and he is going to be around to celebrate his 60th birthday soon!

Try Again!

I previously recommitted to doing a monthly post. I missed January 2010, I am blaming it on pneumonia again. On New Years Day I had a relapse of the bacterial bug, this is not how I wanted to start off the new year.

We had a wonderful Christmas and enjoyed the holiday and the time off from work. New Years Eve was fun in that we had four grandchildren over for the night while their parents were off to a party. The oldest one fell asleep first and the youngest held on almost until midnight! Jared and Holly came in around 12:30 and slept on their own mattress in the basement with Mallary.

I cant believe we are in a new decade! I remember spending January 1, 2000 at the West cabin in the mountains. We had one snowmobile to transport all of us into Christmas Meadows and really enjoyed the stay in the winter wonderland. I am glad the new millennium started out that way and the world did not implode while we were in the mountains. Time gets faster as you get older and gets even better as grandchildren arrive. We love all of them so much!

Super Bowl 19

What I remember about the Super Bowl held on January 20, 1985. It was the last time I talked to my Dad before he passed away on January 25, 1985. I think of how silly it was that our last conversation was about a football game. Yet, my Dad loved to watch TV and especially football games. He didn't spend a lot of time in person attending games, but he loved TV. He would sit in his recliner chair in the basement of the Rosewood Lane house and his snacks were all lined up. He loved candy, pie, and cookies which he called "non essentials" sometimes. He had a metabolism that made my Mom jealous. He could eat anything, as much as he wanted, and not gain an ounce. Mom use to say he would eat pie and not gain weight and she would just look at a piece and gain a pound!

So in someways I hate Super Bowl Sunday, because it makes me think of what I should have told my Dad on that day, instead of discussing football. I know he knew that I loved him and that is all that really matters after all. We thought we would have more time to discuss things, but that was his last Sunday on earth.

Today would have been his 89th birthday!

It was one of the most watched games in history with 115.9 million viewers. This game also was the first time television commercials ran for a million dollars a minute. Joe Montana was quarterback for San Francisco and Dan Marino for Miami.