All the test results are in and Monday’s surgery is a go. Kelly’s heart looks good and her potassium deficiency has been addressed. After lots and lots of discussion, Kelly seems more at peace with the decision to go forward with this. Well, as much as any person could be at peace facing a life-altering surgery such as this. Her spirits are good, she is reading the blog comments and emails daily and feels encouraged by you all.
Now, for the nitty gritty of hanging with the Casas girls. Yesterday, the three of us were on our way to another MRI when two of us, (I won’t say which two however one of them was NOT me) got into another verbal altercation. How these things start I will never understand. I am beginning to believe they are some kind of Verbal Bermuda Triangle. Kind of like this: you are walking along with your sisters having a nice sisterly conversation when all of a sudden……and I mean out of the blue……..one of us says something that sends all three of us into THE VERBAL BERMUDA TRIANGLE! Things go ugly real quick. We all seem to be speaking a foreign language, the volume becomes ear-splitting, nothing makes sense and we go into hysterical laughter as the conversation nose-dives into the great abyss of the abnormal.
So, like I said, the three of us were on our way to another MRI when two of us got into another verbal altercation. It went something like this:
KJ ~ “That’s stupid.”
Char ~ “You’re just mean.”
KJ ~ “Marla, would you rather be stupid or mean?”
Me ~ “Well, mean you can change but stupid is forever.”
Making the fatal mistake of allowing myself to be drawn into this VBT conversation has the dire consequence of uniting the two of them against me. A common enemy is an amazing unifier. Of course, the entire thing ends with the three of us laughing until we are crying. I am sure MDA has hired extra security while we are on the premises.
Well, Kelly is threatening to take the mirror off the wall and throw it at Char if Char looks in it one more time. This is my cue to go. I must do all I can to save them from THE VERBAL BERMUDA TRIANGLE.
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Hi Kelly and Sisters one and all,
My thoughts and prayers and positive energy are being sent your way all through this process. I will be thinking of you all day Monday.
Love,Lenora
I have to remind myself when reading these blogs that you gals are family and your not refering to reruns of the Golden Girls(younger versions ofcourse)...There are T.V. camera's close behind documenting all of this right? This would make for some VERY entertaining reality T.V.
Love,Prayers and Hugs
Mindy
Thanks for the update. Marla I am getting a visual just 80 miles from Bukerstown(Bakersfield). Does that mean if I were there it would be two against two. ha ha Wrapping my arms around all three of you in a group hug. Love y'all....Cher.
I told my Kelly I'm just a few hours away from being called a dumb, stupid, idiot and being lashed for leaving him for 10 days.(Maybe it runs in the family) Ya think he'll be asleep by 5pm NOT
So now I'll tell my Kelly to drive slow. My Kelly says he sees I am dragging my feet. Ya think.
Is it raining in Houston? It is raining in Cali, the moment we crossed the Cali border it started raining. So much for "Sunny California" it hasn't rained anywhere else but the little rain we got when we were with you in Houston. Crazy huh....Love Cher
I love the butt graft idea.
Hey, quit picking on poor OLD Char, us old folks have to stick together. We are pretty tuff old birds. I will be thinking of you all as I lay on the beach, getting a massage and pedicure here is sunny Mexico. See there are advantages to being old!
Love, hugs and kisses
Maureen
Mean. I think I definitely would rather be mean - it can be fun. Although being stupid could be a perk too - you'd have no idea that you were mean.
Glad to hear the spirits are good and the issues have been resolved to clear the way for surgery.
Sending lots of healthy vibes and positive thoughts your way.
I am heading out to Cowboy Star for dinner. It's kind of ironic to be a vegetarian going to a place that specializes in buffalo and venison. I guess I'll stick to onion rings and martinis. I tell you this because I wanted Marla to know that I'm dining with my Real Housewives friends tonight. Such a funny comparison -I wonder which one I am?? Hee hee!
Nightie Night ladies. {{hugs}}
Stupid. Definitely. Takes less energy. And it's one way to end an arguement.
"What are you, stupid?"
"Yup."
"oh....." (where do you go from there).
To be mean, you must be ruthless. And I don't have any ruth left.
That last comment made no sense... I must be stupid.
Kelly, don't read my comments.I don't want to make your head feel any worse.
Marla, is she still reading this? Is she gone? Good...I'll pay you $100 if you get the doctor to say to your sister right before they knock her out, "Good Morning, Mrs. Sewart... my, that's a lovely outfit you're wearing today." I know you can do it. You're not stupid, and you're not mean. You're just twisted - and I love it!
Free-range love from rainy Southern California.
You're all sick!! And I love you for it :) I'm sorry I haven't been in touch. It seems the Hansen offspring I've been implanted with does not appreciate me eating, drinking, or moving around too much, so I've been bedridden for the past couple of days! I'll give you a call later on today. HUGS AND KISSES FOR AUNT KELLY! H'Kelly says "wuv woo" (love you) :)
Dear Aunt Kelly,
Thank you for the nice Christmas gift. Good luck tomorrow.I miss you.LOVE you.Love Izabella
Hi Girls,
Made it home and took pops his dinner.(he didn't eat it)If the caregiver had taken it he would have. No name calling. Yahoo.
He had a lot of questions about Kelly Casas and the 3900 miles we drove. Again this morning he asked about you. He is concerned about Charlie Casas's daughter. We might be crazy(ya think)but we offered to take him to Oklahoma to see him. That could be a sitcom. Some belly laughs just listening to them communicate with each other.
Watch out Marla we might just show up on your door step. A family of crazies to drive you crazier.
Kelly Girl I love you soooo much and am sending all my healing white light to envelope you during your surgery tommorrow. May the results relieve you of your helmet head and leave you mobile to enjoy your days.
Little Dawg and Shamus can't wait to visit you and shimmy under the covers to keep you warm. Licks from them.
My Kelly is wishing you the best in the surgery and says call him when it's time to come home. If he can work it out he will come get you.
Marla and Char sending hugs and kisses and strength for you while
you wait during the surgery. I will be with you in spirit.
Maureen you are an old fart. Mexico in the winter to warm those old bones. Have a great time sorry we missed you in Gila Bend.
Group hugs.....Love you all...Cher
Hello Aunts and mom! I just want you to know I've been praying for all of you and so has lifechurch! Or at least the people I serve with! Mom grandpa is doing fine just being his old self w/making up rhymes evertime he checks the time w/ 'Its 10:30 and I'm still alive, or 'Its half past eleven and I'm on my way to heaven...I don't know what that means but God have pity on my soul' Hes also been talking to the animals more,like everytime hes walking he tells seal to move out or he'll run over her, and lets the dogs in after hearing Ruby howl and says 'no get over there and shut up' Lauras caught on w/grandpas ways to.She realizes that everytime he comes into the kitchen and sits down she doesn't have to make conversation or she'll hear about how he's built this house and was a famous boxer. Also when he sneaks his last pill in his pocket and when she asks him for his coat b/c she knows he hid the pill he just shrugs his shoulder says I don't know to her.. He did it to me today I w/one pill,I knew he would b/c he moans and groans everytime he has one. I was watching him in his room taking them sitting right in front of him. I gave him 3 of the bigger pills in half. He took two and had one left, as soon as I turn around to pet the dog I notice the 3rd one gone and just knowing he hid it since I didn't hear him groan on the last one. I reached in his pocket and showed him saying "you shouldn't be sneaky and he says your just to smart. Dad seems to be very lonely w/o mom, but today Joel,Rae,ahni and corina and me are going to make dinner for him and grandpa!
I miss you guys!
love
Bel
I miss all three of you so much. You are a mess...and I adore it!! Aunty K, we are praying, actually we have our whole church praying for you! We love you!
Love,
Mol
Mindy~ Thank you for clarifying the “younger version” of Golden Girls although I believe Char does resemble Sophia more and more with each passing day.
Cher~ If you really loved me you would come back here and save me from your two evil step-sisters!
Maureen~ We don’t have to stop picking on you old people because an hour from now you won’t remember it anyway.
Nicole~ Your night out at Cowboy Star with the Real Housewives gave me a great marketing idea. I have an entire group of women friends who Rodeo. I am going to start taping the first segment of Real Wives of Rodeo as soon as I get back to Oklahoma. There aint no drama like women’s rodeo drama, y’all. As for which one of the “Wives” you are: we know for sure it isn’t the chubby brunette. We will let you know as we continue our process of elimination.
Jim~ We are looking for a Ruth for you so you will no longer be Ruth less. Regarding your offer of $100 for the knock-out comment: start writing the check! Now a question: free range love? Isn’t that the mating ritual from the boneless chicken ranch?
Amy~ Yes, we’re sick. That’s why we’re at the hospital. Duh! As for the implanted comment, are you suggesting my perfect son is really an alien. Hmmmmm. Could be now that I think about it. Feel better, Pamela Anderson. I love you!!!!!!!
Bel~ You are too funny! Thank you for the great update from home. You had us all laughing and thankful we aren’t there! Love you & miss you, Belly.
Molly~ We miss you too! Thanks for the prayers and keep em coming! As for the “mess” remark, tell us something we don’t know! Love you Molly Dolly.
Cowboy Star - wow, what a night and story. Drinks here pre-dinner. A few drinks at the bar before dinner. Get seated late. I want onion rings - that's all. They won't serve them to me unless I go sit in the bar by myself to eat them. Honestly. I look at the waiter in shock. "Really?" "No, really?" Yep he says. And I tell him it would greatly improve his tip if he could manage to rustle me up some darn onion rings. His response, not kidding, "Good thing you're a party of 6 and my tip is secure." I was stunned. Not just because I'm not used to people telling me no, but because really? In this economy you're not going to find a way to serve your customers? Fine, I'll have the beet salad. Comes back, we are out of the beet salad. Now you tell me, were they really? Doubtful. He just hates me. I decide to stick to martini's. My one friend decides to act in solidarity with me. Now mind you - I had a few drinks at home, a few at the bar and now 3 or 5 at the restaurant. And no food. Fast forward to me dancing on a booth in a dive bar with some creepy 20-something year old in a ski cap. I have pictures. Best part was I thought of you girls watching Real Housewives because I started yelling "Woo hoo!" like Vicky does and I couldn't figure out why. Certainly not the cocktails. :)
I did get onion rings at the bar though - so it ended up working out in the food department. (Have I ever said how much I adore onion rings?)
Woke up Sunday, felt like a peach and got a firm talking to by my better half. He proceeded to tell me that he knows now never to let me go out alone because if I'd "behave like that" in front of him then lord knows what I'd do if he wasn't there.
I tell this story to make my friend Kelly smile because I know she's seen me "behave like that" many, many times.
The kids are bothering me for dinner. The audacity. Don't they know I'm typing an entry in your blog?!
Cheers!
Kelly wants to know if "Electric Shrimp" rings a bell? Char & Marla have no questions for you because our mother warned us about girls like you.
Ohmigod...electric shrimp. Hadn't thought about that in, well, not long enough that my stomach doesn't start churning just hearing the two words combined.
Your mother loved me. I know this because one time at her house when we were having our work Christmas party there, I came downstairs from getting ready with Kelly and Kelly asked her how she looked - and your mother told her her butt looked big. To which Kelly just laughed and gave the thanks mom! I said what about me Mrs. C? She said, go change your lipstick. See - loved me!
I've got some doozies on Miss Kelly - but I'll let sleeping dogs lie. For now.
Hey Nic ~ If my mother bashing you meant she loved you then I must have been her favorite. Point in case:
Mom had been in a semi-coma for days. Kelly & I were standing over her bed, one of us on each side. The two of us were bickering, playfully of course, when Kelly called me a big, fat liar. I responded, "I am not a liar." Our mom, again semi-comatose for days, opened her eyes, looked me square in the face and said, "Well, you are fat." She then closed her eyes and didn't speak again. True story!
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