This post was written for GenFab, (short for Generation Fabulous), a group for bloggers of a certain age that provides encouragement, information and blogging tips. GenFab sponsors a once a month Blog Hop. This month’s topic was “How I met my husband/significant other”. You can follow GenFab’s twitter hashtag at #GenFab. I get so many (absolutely …
Today is Susan in the Boonies’ birthday, so she’s taking a vacation day from her Wild Life In The Woods. I’m Lindsey, (aka the Big Bison) the Guest Birthday Poster, and I’ll attempt to hold your attention until Susan returns to her Wild Life In The Woods. Every year around our house, Susan’s birthday, January …
The man has the heart of a Bison, my husband does. He did GREAT!!! (On the stress test I told you he was going to have yesterday.) He’d want you to know all the facts and figures, because he is, as we all know, the hardest working Man in Rehab. About two weeks after heart …
The hardest working man in show business. Image from here. My dear husband, The Big Bison, is one hard working man. Yet, he’s spent three mornings a week, all summer long, NOT working on his job, which is writing and producing music. Instead, he’s been working on an even more important job: driving to …
See the happy couple? They look so happy, don’t they? Happy, happy, happy. You’d think they were happily celebrating their 24th wedding anniversary, wouldn’t you? On their way to a less than happy anniversary dinner. Well, they were. And they weren’t. I started the day by knocking the very full Aeropress Coffee press that was …
We invited some wonderful friends over for dinner last night. After they arrived, the Big Bison’s hunting buddy asked him if he would show him the fateful spot where my husband was splitting wood the afternoon he had his heart attack. Deacon D. Dawg walked out to the wood pile with them, and, as is …
We went to see The Big Bison’s cardiologist yesterday. He told us that barring other symptoms that arise, he’ll see us in a year. And, that my dear husband was fixed. Fixed, but not cured. The Big Bison’s body makes too much cholesterol. That was what gummed up the works. So, it’s my husband’s job …
And so, dear friends who have hung in there with me on my own little Mr. Toad’s Wild Ride, The Cardiac Event Edition®, I thank you. Today, I will indeed attempt to wrap up my sordid little tale, with a description of what it was like as we turned our hearts toward home. Picture from …
I have a feeling I”m going to have to explain my title to some of you younger folk, but when I thought of it this morning, I laughed out loud. Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee is the title of a best-selling book about the plight of the Native American, that was written in 1970. To …
The Bison of My Heart. When Osama Bin Laden was finally taken out, they called it Operation Geronimo. So I wanted to come up with something catchy for today’s post, and “Operation Bison Heart” was the best I could do. When last I left you, I had posed the question, “How Can You Mend a …
With apologies to the Bee Gees, of course! I’ve looked back over the posts recounting my dear husband, the Big Bison’s heart attack, and I don’t want to give away how fast I am approaching senility, by telling the same stories, over and over again, so I am going to try to be careful NOT …
Home from the hospital! Home from my husband’s bypass surgery. I don’t even know what to say! God is good: how’s that? I don’t know why, thus far, we have been granted mercy. But one week after my dear Big Bison of a husband had a heart attack out in our “yard”, and three days …
Aslan isn’t the only one. Or, to mix a metaphor, something I have NEVER been shy about doing, Mr. Toad’s Wild Ride Rolls On. I don’t think I’m ready to recount the whole tale yet, but I want to record it all, truly, I do, in its entirety. Suffice it to say that on Wednesday, …
My dear husband had a heart attack. I can’t even believe it as I am writing it. I’m not going to try to dress things up, or find just the right way to say it. Plain and simple, on Monday evening at dinner time, while the chicken was roasting, he told me he thought I …
Trying to act nonchalant. See this woman? See what’s behind her? Yeah, at this particular moment, she was feeling pretty darn good about herself. She was thinking that she, for some reason, had been allowed to hit the jackpot. Have you ever been someplace, gone someplace, and known that you had risen above your social …