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Me - damnpamn's Blog - Blogster

My mom was so proud of my sugar curl. She made it with a little bit of sugar every day.

This picture sat on my
Granny Brennan's dresser for as long as I can remember. It is my
brother, Billy and I when we were 2 and 3.

My favorite Childhood
picture taken on the front porch of our house in West Logan, West
Virginia. I was probably 4, Billy 3 and Rhonda 2. I used to sit in the
tree in the backyard and eat peaches. I remember a flood. My mom says
they carried us out of the house with the water coming up to the foot
of our beds. My Raggedy Andy doll died in that flood.

2nd. Grade...Mrs. Mabry

3rd. Grade. I remember
having this picture taken. My mom had tried to explain to me how to sit a
little angled to the side the morning of the pictures (classic picture
pose style). I misunderstood and when the photographer tried to pose me
I INSISTED that my mom wanted me to sit sideways. I refused to have my
picture taken any other way. I am not smiling because I thought that
my smile wouldn't show up in the picture anyway.

4th. Grade in my favorite
"Alice in Wonderland" dress. I ripped it on the giant gash in the
slicky slide. If people would see their kids on that slide today they
would have a heart attack but we figured out how to slide down in on the
side where the giant gash wasn't. We are probably lucky we weren't
shredded.

5th. Grade - Mrs. Ferrell.
We used to play battling tops during recess. That was also the year
that the last Vietnam prisoner of war came home (officially). We got in
trouble for making P.O.S. signs. (prisoners of school)

6th. Grade. I was hard core into my book a day reading regimen.

8th. grade. I loved my new
bangs haircut but nobody taught me how to style them. I wanted WINGS! I
remember my 7th. grade music teacher telling me how much she liked my
new haircut. It did wonders for my self esteem...something I badly
needed.

9th. grade...it was horrible. I was an acne filled mess. I loved the outfit I'm wearing...it's back in style now.

10th. grade. I loved high
school. I ran around with a group of girls and we called ourselves "the
slut club". Nothing could have been further from the truth but it was
our way of rebelling.

Senior Year for me. Billy was in the 10th grade and Rhonda in the 9th.

Beauty School 1985. I hated
it from the very first day but I had moved and everything before I
started it. I worked at it long enough to pay off my student loans and
never did it again.

1987 at my in-law's house in Jeffrey, West Virginia with my husband, Bobby.

Family reunion at Point Pleasant, West Virginia. Probably in the early 80's...with my husband, Bobby.

Vacation after a truck ran
over my foot in 1989. Some of you may remember a blog about the "Great
Crab Invasion". This is when that happened.

1993 - Bobby and I playing with our first litter of greyhound puppies

September 24, 1994. Our
13th. anniversary picture. If you had told me I would be leaving him
forever just 4 months later I would have found it hilarious. I left my
best friend behind forever that day.

1998 with Droid and her
mother, Queenie. I was so glad to take a picture with them but of
course my hair wouldn't "do right" that day.

Christmas 2003 with my dad, Bill Brennan and my granny, Elaine Brennan. He died in 2004 and she died in 2011.

2003 portrait with my mom. I
told her I wanted a picture of her for my birthday. At first she gave
me her usual answer, "when I lose the weight." I pointed out to her that
she had been "going to lose the weight" for my whole life and there
were no pictures of her. So she took the picture. It was a great
birthday present.

2008 or 09. Pam and Kathy horsing around at Fruth. We were hired on the same day in May 2000.

Pam 2012

Pam 2013

Me! In my own mind for my whole life.

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That Little Store - damnpamn's Blog - Blogster

There's a little IGA store in St. Albans, West Virginia.  It is a
small family owned grocery store and they go out of there way to take
care of me everytime I go in there.  I have mentioned them before
because they go out of their way to special order the salt free tomato
juice I need.  They don't charge an arm and a leg for it either so I can
afford to get as many as I want - usually 4 to 6 a month.

There
are lots of bigger chain stores along the way as I drive to get there
but my need for the tomato juice isn't enough to interest any of them in
carrying it...or if they do it costs so much I can't afford more than a
couple of them.

But that isn't all that is special about this
little store.  They bend over backwards to help me with my purchases -
including loading them in my truck for me.  Today the little old lady
that runs the register even had someone there to unload my cart and put
my stuff on the counter to get rung up.

It was most appreciated
since I started having chest pain a few minutes before I decided it was
time to go.  I don't make a big production out of it.  I just rest in
the aisle when it happens and make my way out of the store.

I go
out of my way to purchase more goods at the little store.  I want to
help them stay in business.  I don't get a lot of stuff because their
prices are too high but I do get what I can manage to afford.  I believe
in supporting mom and pop stores anyway - not just the ones that go out
of their way to help me.

They have a deli.  I avoid it because
deli food is usually loaded with salt.  Last month I was walking by when
the lady was putting out a freshly fried chicken breast.  It smelled
and looked so good I couldn't resist it.  For $3 I got a humongous
breast and bought a tiny thing of potato salad to go with it for lunch. 
It was scrumptious.  It was so scrumptious that I got the same thing
again today and I will probably do it next month as well.

I don't
eat much fried food so this one transgression shouldn't hurt too much I
hope.  Especially since that chicken breast is so big I actually ate it
and the potato salad for 2 meals.

Anyway
I'll keep going to the little store.  Not because they have groceries -
I can get them anywhere and cheaper for the most part.  What you can't
get is the kind of service they offer and they are so friendly about
it.  I used to assure them I was fine and didn't need the help (when it
was obvious I did).  They just brush those protests off and is much
better to just accept the help gracefully and say a heartfelt, "thank
you."

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Baby Steps - damnpamn's Blog - Blogster

Spring has sprung and I started my fitness plan last week.  It
isn't much of a plan really.  I am doing my best to do one lap around
our building.  I can tell a difference after a week but my progress is
still disappointing.  When I first walked around the building last week I
had to rest more than 5 times and each rest was 5 to 20 minutes and I
had to get on my oxygen when I finished.  It was terrible.


Today I rested 3 times and each rest was a minute or 2.  I didn't get
on my oxygen at the end.  I also did a few other little things that
added about another 1/2 lap on my walk.  So all around it was an
improvement.  I have also had to keep my apartment inspection ready
which is a whole another story.


How did I get in such terrible shape?


For those that don't know I have heart failure.  I also have COPD. 
I've done pretty well taking care of myself but last summer I had
emergency surgery to have my gall bladder removed.  It almost killed
me.  I was fortunate that my nephew moved in with me and took care of me
for 2 months.  After that he was forced to leave because I was going to
lose my disability insurance if he kept living with me. But he had
nursed me to the point that I was able to minimally take care of myself -
and I do mean minimally.


I worked on getting stronger just by doing routine housework and
errands. I have been keeping that stuff done but was not able to go out
into the winter weather or add any exercise to the mix.  Just keep the
house inspection ready because the landlord keeps putting up notices of
inspection for the past 4 months!


Finally last week the weather became good enough for me to start my
walking routine to get stronger.  So I'm working on it.  Right now my
goal is to make a full lap around the building without resting.  Then
I'll work on 2 laps and so on and so on....


Soon it will be summer and I can add swimming to my list.  I love to
swim and went regularly except for last summer because of my gall
bladder.


And that is how I got into this shape.  Right now every step is a
struggle because of breathing issues.  Not because I get tired.

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She Saved My Life - damnpamn's Blog - Blogster

She Saved My Life - damnpamn's Blog - Blogster

This is my friend, Sharon
Ball. She saved my life one day. I have told many people this story and
she gets embarrassed but she deserves recognition for what she did for
me that day.

I was having problems with my heart. I went to the emergency room.
Usually when I go to the ER they move me to the front of the line. This
was one day when I could not get anyone to notice me and I was so weak
and dizzy that I could not talk. I could not breathe.
Sharon saw me. She knew immediately how serious the situation was. SHE
RAISED HOLY HELL UNTIL A NURSE CAME FORWARD. When the nurse saw me she
took me straight to the back and they ended up keeping me for a few
days.
So thank you Sharon Ball for saving my life.

Thank you too to the staff of CAMC who once they were aware of the
problem kicked their lifesaving measures in place. But Sharon deserves
the credit for getting them to notice me.

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The Great Monkey Escape - damnpamn's Blog - Blogster

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I've
been watching the news about a monkey escaping from his enclosure in
Kansas City and inviting 6 of his friends to come along - only 2
accepted his invitation though.   Happily all are back home now and no animals or people were hurt in the process.

It
reminded me of a greyhound I had named Navjo Thunder. (yes that is how
the owner spelled the name so no corrections please)  Thunder was a
typical brindle greyhound who was from a  litter of dogs that could fly,
but that is not what was memorable about him.

I was having a
problem.  I would be letting dogs go outside for turnout and all of a
sudden I would look down and I would have males and females comingling
around me.  Most kennels, including this one, turned males and females
out separately.  Then I would have to go into panic mode and start
putting them up as fast as I could before a fight started.

The
first time it happened I kicked myself in the rear because I thought I
had not latched the gate properly to the girl's pen.  It is not an
unknown occurance but I was usually much too careful about such things
for it to happen.

Then it happened again.  I had every greyhound
in my kennnel running around together happily getting to know the
strangers in the other pen.  Generally this leads to much excitement
from males who aren't used to having females so close and then the
females start putting the males in their place and a huge fight can
break out.  So once again I put them up as fast as I could and I
wondered what in the world was going on with the pens.  I thought maybe
the latch was broken at this point....but it wasn't.

Then one day I
walked outside to latch the gate for the boys after I put them out.  I
did this just in time to watch Thunder walk over to the girls pen and
flip the latch up quicker than any burglar could do it.  The females had
learned that he could do this and they were waiting at the gate to make
a run for it and start the big party in the kennel.

I had to
laugh.  I had never seen a dog do anything like that before.  I rushed
to put them up again and from then on out I had an extra lock on each
gate so that it was  Thunderproof.  It was quite comical to watch
Thunder try to work the latch with that lock on it and I'm just glad he
never tried to open the outside gate before I figured out what was going
on.

That can lead to a whole another set of problems....much like the monkeys running around the zoo

My Pictures Don't Do It Justice - damnpamn's Blog - Blogster

My Pictures Don't Do It Justice - damnpamn's Blog - Blogster

www.ubbminersmemorial.com/

Upper Big Branch was the
last Major Mining Disaster in West Virginia. This is also a monument to
all fallen coal miners and it also gives the history of coal mining in
the state.

Names of the twenty nine who
died. Two men survived. One was able to return to work a couple of
years later. The other will never work again because of his injuries.

Even though the memorial is
wedged between the road and the creek (as everything is in southern West
Virginia), there is a beautiful view.

Me - paying my respects. Eddie and I took the trip to see it today. I was surprised by the reverence that the site inspired.