Sunday, November 16, 2008

Nothing Special

Good Morning. Nothing special is going on here. I am happy that my hubby recently got a new job. He is working as an electrician. The only bad thing about this job is that he is often out of town for days at a time.

The family is great. I am feeling okay. Actually much better than I have been in a long time. I have been trying to make attempts at getting out of the house more often. Getting out in the fresh air (I just love this time of the year) seems to rejuvenate me.

I hope all of you are well and, like me, looking forward to the holiday season.

Hugs, LuAnne

Tuesday, October 21, 2008



A man's daughter had asked the local minister to come and pray with her father.

When the minister arrived, he found the man lying in bed with his head propped up on two pillows.

An empty chair sat beside his bed.

The minister assumed that the old fellow had been informed of his visit.

"I guess you were expecting me, he said. 'No, who are you?" said the father.

The minister told him his name and then remarked, "I saw the empty chair and I figured you knew I was going to show up,"

"Oh yeah, the chair," said the bedridden man.

"Would you mind closing the door?"

Puzzled, the minister shut the door.

"I have never told anyone this, not even my daughter," said the man.

"But all of my life I have never known how to pray.

At church I used to hear the pastor talk about prayer.

But it went right over my head."

I abandoned any attempt at prayer," the old man continued, "until one day four years ago, my best friend said to me, "Johnny, prayer is just a simple matter of having a conversation with Jesus.

Here is what I suggest. Sit down in a chair. Place an empty chair in front of you, and in faith, see Jesus on the chair.

It's not spooky because Jesus promised,

'I will be with you always'.

"Then just speak to him in the same way you're doing with me right now."

"So, I tried it and I've liked it so much that I do it a couple of hours every day.

I'm careful though, If my daughter saw me talking to an empty chair she'd either have a nervous breakdown orsend me off to the funny farm."

The minister was deeply moved by the story and encouraged the old man to continue on the journey.

Then he prayed with him, anointed him with oil, and returned to the church.

Two nights later the daughter called to tell the minister that her daddy had died that afternoon.

Did he die in peace?" he asked.

Yes, when I left the house about two o'clock, he called me over to his bedside, told me how much he loved me and kissed me on the cheek.

When I got back from the store an hour later, I found him dead. But there was something strange about his death.

Apparently, just before Daddy died, he leaned over and rested his head on the chair beside the bed.

What do you make of that?"

The minister wiped a tear from his eye and said,"I wish we could all go like that.


Prayer is one of the best free gifts we receive.

I asked God for water, He gave me an ocean.

I asked God for a flower, He gave me a garden.

I asked God for a friend, He gave me all of YOU...

If God brings you to it, He will bring you through it.

Happy moments, praise God.

Difficult moments! , seek God.

Quiet moments, worship God.

Painful moments, trust God.

Every moment, thank God.

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

Our New Home

Hiya all,
This is my very first post here at Blogger. I wanted to share some pics of our new home here in SC.

<~~~~ Main bathroom
Master bathroom below

Living room

<~~~ My daughter's room and below is her bathroom with a walk in shower. All the baths have walk in showers. The master bath has a jacuzzi tub. The hallway bath has a large 6 foot soaking tub

Lauren's bathroom

My kitchen, it's my favorite part of the house


<~~~~~My son's bedroom.

Below is another favorite room our Den

Sunday, June 22, 2008

What the $%&@

As we live our life and age we supposedly learn what are called “Life Lessons.”  I’m not quite sure what these lessons have given me.  I am still, at age 51, in a quandary regarding most things that life throws at me.


One thing that has haunted me for a while now is whether or not I am a good person.  Being chronically ill changes the way many people view you.  I have for a long time now come to terms with my illness.  I have accepted my limitations.


What I cannot come to terms with how this thing “Lupus” has tinted the picture of me.  How others view how I go about my day is the dilemma.  Why should it even matter?  But it does.  Big time.  And it hurts.  It hurts almost as much as this illness does.


At least twice in the past month I have had to defend myself to those who lack any understanding.  It has occurred to me that for the past two weeks I explain, rationalize or even better justify how I am living my life, And, it sucks.


No one knows better than I do how much my life has changed since “the diagnosis”. No one grieves more than I do for what (as my dear friend Loretta calls it) “Ms. Lupus” has taken from me.


Yes, the difference in me is remarkable.  I am not the same as I once was.  And, as many times as I try to explain it, I am not the same woman (wife, mother, sister daughter or friend) I used to be.


So why does it hurt so much when those who are unaware berate me on the subject of what I do not do.


Consequently I have become acidic.  Not because I am ill but for the reason that I am discouraged having to constantly spell out that I am sick.


Those who live their lives with a chronic illness understand what I am trying to say here.


Having to explain why I cancel plans, yada yada yada.


As if I had a choice to become sick.  As if there were a list of things presented to me and I chose to be ill.


Those of you who cannot understand what goes on in my body on a daily basis please stop berating me.  It hurts.  And, just so you understand something I not only have Lupus I have Rheumatoid Arthritis, Hughes Syndrome as well as many of the other crap that goes along with auto immune diseases. Again, I need to quote Loretta and say.......  I am not complaining, just making a statement of facts.


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Saturday, March 8, 2008

I'm sorry that I haven't written an entry since my last one.  I am doing okay.  Not great.  But better.

Thank you all for your comments and emails. 

Wednesday, January 2, 2008


I'm depressed.  I am tired of feeling this way.  I can't move.  Can't think.  Can't do a thing.