Time Flies When You're Having Fun...

Yes, time has gotten away from me once again. Has it really been almost two months since I posted?

I've been busy doing nothing. My energy level is extremely low. It's hard to believe that it wasn't that long ago that I was walking five miles a day, five or six days a week. This past week I walked three miles, two days. The same the week before and I had to make myself do it. I used to love to walk. I'm tired all the time and I know I need to exercise in order to have energy. We've had a few cooler mornings where the humidity was down and it was nice to walk outside instead of in the mall.

Two weeks ago today my husband woke me up early in the morning with chest pains. I believe my exact words were, "Crap...I'm calling 9-1-1!" They were here within a few minutes and off he went to the emergency room. I called the kids and followed. After a few days in Intensive Care we learned that he had had a minor heart attack. Since he has genetically low cholesterol and good blood pressure readings they knew it had been caused by smoking. He has not had a cigarette since right before the chest pains hit. He told me today that he's always on edge and I overheard him tell my father that he'd like to smoke again, but knows that he can't smoke again. He had been smoking more than two cartons a week. Right now I have two cartons hidden. I confiscated them while he was in the hospital and told him that I gave them to a homeless person. Of course, I didn't because no one should be smoking. I guess I'll have a cigarette burning party while he's at work some day. At $45 a carton I'll be burning $90. The best money I'll ever waste.

My Dad had three appointments this week. He had a urinary track infection so I had to take him to the regular doctor, then he had his regularly scheduled appointment with the cardiologist, and then his hearing aid was making his ear sore so we had to take care of that too. It's really sad. He's getting more and more forgetful and sometimes doesn't even remember why he's going to these appointments. I also brought him over for three or four White Sox games in the evening this week. He sure loves those White Sox and really seems to concentrate on paying attention to the games. I am surprised at how much he can remember when it comes to baseball. I'm convinced that everyone needs to have a passion. You know that expression..."follow your passion." I can see where that's important. His interest in baseball probably helps mentally and I know it raises his spirits.

Our computer died and I was without one for a week. This new one is an adjustment and Windows Vista is a pain. For some reason whenever I click on the star for my favorite places the stupid circle thing (this is in place of the hour glass) keeps going around and around and my favorite places never appear. I usually end up clicking away the home page. I'm out of business without easy access to my favorite places and I can't figure out what's wrong. I bought one book on Windows Vista, but this problem isn't covered. I guess I'll have to find another book. And, my scanner won't scan now. It will do a pre-scan, but when I try and do the final scan it stops. It worked fine with Windows XP.

I was up until 3:00 AM this morning trying to transfer my E-mail accounts from Houston Road Runner to Comcast. I had no choice. Comcast bought out Houston Road Runner. They said it would take 15 minutes, but they wouldn't accept my password, I tried to call and kept getting disconnected, etc. I won't bore you with all the details, but it took two hours. The longest 15 minutes of my life.

On the bright side, tomorrow is a home game for the Houston Texans. We're playing the Colts, and I love going to the games. We missed the last home game due to my husband's heart attack. Actually, I was planning to go to the game even though he was in the hospital. I went by the hospital first and that's when the doctor came in and wanted to do angioplasty, so we stayed at the hospital instead. I'm worried about myself. I've become such a fan that I'm almost as bad as the men who tell their poor wives who are in labor that they can't take them to the hospital until after the game.

Time for bed. I want to get up early and get to the stadium before the crowd. My husband doesn't want to go too early...we'll discuss it in the morning. :)