Well, it seems like it maybe a lesson a bit harder learned.

My doctor's office called around 4:15 yesterday afternoon with a report on my x ray. No pneumonia. That's good news. The bad news is that there is a "suspicious nodule", 6cm in size, in my left lung. Well. Didn't expect that.

So I've had a range of emotions since then. The anger hasn't hit, nor the sadness. Just disbelief.

I'm having a CT scan at 8:15 this morning. A fasting one, of course. I'm sitting here starving. It's almost 6 AM, two and a half hours to count down and I'm hungry. As soon as it's over I'm heading for Taco Bell for a mango-strawberry Fruitista.

It could be anything. Right now I'm hanging on to that. And it could go the other way. My church is praying for me and the choir had special prayer last night. At this moment that seems like the good and proper thing to do. After all, nothing about my life is in my hands. Just His.

So if you are of a like mind, I would appreciate any words going toward Heaven. For me, sure. But for my family. In my mind right now are thoughts of just being rid of whatever this is by any means-by prayer or by surgery. Or whatever. It's keeping my mind off things I should be concentrating on.

That's that. Now I'm going to stitch.

Boy, I'm hungry. And still sneezing, blowing and coughing.

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FOOTBALL AND LESSON LEARNED THE HARD WAY

Okay. Here I sit, absolutely miserable.  The nagging little cough I've had since September has risen up and bit me on the butt. Big time. We went home for the football game-more later- and I did okay. Sunday night it hit.  Monday found me at the doctor's office: massive infection. Sinuses, lymph nodes in my neck and BAD bronchitis, fever 101. I'm waiting to hear from the x ray because it looks like pneumonia, too. But I have some wonderful drugs: vibramycin, prednisone, flonase and these great little pills for the cough. Lesson learned the hard way.

We went home this weekend for the Alabama-LSU game. Those crazy LSU fans seriously believe we consider them rivals. WRONG. LSU is "small stuff". Auburn is the one. And LSU fans always blame something else for their loss. It just couldn't be that the other team was better (we won 25-14). This time it was the SEC officials calling bad plays.There were some questionable ones but they wouldn't have changed anything. LSU-ranked #9-played the #2 ranked team. Gee. Read the handwriting!!!!

We live in the Deep South. It's November, so we all live and breathe football. Here are some shots from the game. I took a lot of photos and will put them on my flickr account a little later.  In the meantime.....

These are some of the photos from inside of the stadium during the game. It seats 92,000 plus and, believe me, it was packed. Anything crimson and white is Alabama. Purple and gold is LSU.

Here you can begin to see the addition to the stadium. When it's finished, the stadium will be completely bowl-shaped and enclosed.

The final score. Victory.

The outside of Bryant-Denny Stadium.

One of our customs is "tailgating". It's another word for "partying". Tents are set up, grills are fired up, TVs are turned on, coolers filled and it all begins HOURS before the game (try the night before!) and ends late into the night. Some of the greatest food in the world. And everyone is a friend to the next guy.  Denny Chimes can be seen in the background. It's the "symbol" of the university. There's an old-wives tale that says everytime a virgin walks by a brick falls from Denny.  Don't ask!!!!

This is also on the Quad, which is the center of the university. It's HUGE. I remember many a frozen morning walking across the Quad on ice. It gets really cold in Tuscaloosa.

Some LSU people got in on our party. But that's okay. Their symbol is Mike the Tiger. Ours is Big Al, the elephant.

And some nostalgia. This is Morgan Hall. My upper class major classes were here. It's the Foreign Language building.

So that's what's going on here. I have some stitchy and kitty photos, but they will wait for another day.

Until then, happy stitching. And, PTL, we dodged a bullet. Ida hit this morning on the coast of Alabama.

See ya later.

HALLOWEEN IN HOUSTON, FOOTBALL IN ALABAMA

Weekend before last was the great Alabama-Tennessee game. We won-barely.  Here's three peas in a pod: Mike Tabb, David and Deigh's cousin from Mobile;my brother-in-law Deigh and son Michael. It was a little warmer than Homecoming! Thanks to Mike T. for the photo.

Michael went to Houston this weekend. He went to visit John and family but really went to the air show. He took MANY great photos. This one is of John (the Mad Maestro), Laura (Betty Crocker) and the kids. Great photo. Thanks, Michael.

I added and subtracted from my blog section. Added some great ones. I also added a cooking section. I rarely cook these days, but every now and then will get a wild hair and hit the kitchen. I have a map to find my way there!! Cajun Delights is my favorite and Catholic Cuisine ain't half bad. Enjoy!

IN REMEMBERANCE

Louisiana's former governor DaveTreen died yesterday at the age of 81.  He was the first Republican governor since Reconstruction and a very nice man.

For many years I was active in Republican politics in East Baton Rouge Parish-even an elected official for 8 years. It was my privilege to meet many state and national leaders. Those included Ronald Reagan, George Bush (the older one) and his wife Barbara. Didn't care much for Junior!

But one man stands out in my mind and it's David Treen. I attended many State Central Committee meetings where I was able to chat with him. He was always outgoing, intelligent and a VERY Southern gentleman. He loved his wife Dodie, who died several years ago, and she was always by his side.

The last time I saw him was at a fundraiser at the Governor's Mansion. Mike Foster was the governor then (I didn't care much for him, either. Very rude.). Near the end of the evening someone sat down at the piano and began to play. A crowd gathered round to have a song fest and about the first one there was Dave Treen. He wanted to sing his favorite song: "Danny Boy". We all joined in and had a jolly good time. And his voice wasn't that bad!

I will always associate that song with him now. I hope he's with Dodie today, home where he would want to be. He will lie in state here in Baton Rouge at the state capitol. Maybe I'll go see this gentleman once more and whisper the words of the song he loved.

It was a privilege, Dave.

A LITTLE BITTY OLD FINISH

I got to messing around in my stitchy closet last night and came across this little goody. I started it a couple of years ago, made a colossal mistake and then put it away. I was looking for something else and found it. I frogged out the mistake(s) and finished stitching it. This morning I put it together. First time I've ever used those little plastic stuffing beads. I think it turned out right nicely, if I say so myself. It's Indigo Rose's A Bee Charmer.

I'm getting ready to do a major overhaul in the old stitchy closet. Too much stuff, not enough storage space. I have charts out the wazoo- some never used. Think I'm going to maybe sell them. We'll see. I'll let you all know, as well as making a list.

My nose is stingy today and a little stuffy. Guess the weather change is hitting. John has the flu and Michael had to have an elbow injected. We're all falling apart around here! So far David has stayed in good health.

Don't forget about the time change this Saturday night. Never have figured out the reason for it. Time is time!