New Bedding

I was so excited to get new bedding that finally felt appropriate to our room. I am thrilled with how it has turned out and so are the boys apparently.


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Little Red Birdie

For the past several days I have been dealing rigorously with a cold that until today has been winning the battle. I am a horrible patient. When a chest cold comes and settles in, I almost always lose my voice after violent coughing sprees and tons of congestion. I can't breathe and I can't sleep. It ain't pretty. Two nights ago I became fed up with coping and was a little too zealous with the medications that I had been taking. I later fell into a very deep sleep and began to dream.
In this dream I was a little girl sitting at a dinner table at my grandparent's home with my little brother and both grandparent's.  Everything had been prepared with care and careful calculation and was placed into serving dishes with the appropriate silverware. All of this home cooking was on the table in front of us and had been passed to everyone and returned to it's proper place on the table.  At this point, my Papa turned to me and grinned, not smiled. There is a difference with Papa.
Grinning meant he was up to something.
He said, "Oh Megan I almost forgot to feed the little bird"
He then rose from his chair and began to pretend to feed cracker crumbs to a small red bird that sat on a perch hanging from the ceiling next to the window. What makes this more interesting is that the bird was fake, but the crackers were always missing when he turned to me and showed me his hands. I have got to remember to ask him one of these days if he and Granny were constantly vacuuming cracker crumbs after my visits.
I don't recall actually saying anything back to him in the dream, but I felt instantly warm all over. Like I got a window into a past happy that I had forgotten, because this wasn't a dream but a memory. I felt the urge to blog this or at the least write the story down somewhere because I had forgotten. That little bird represents a magic that childhood held for me and all the important loved ones that help mold me into the person I am now.
Unfortunately I do not even have so much as a picture of that little red bird. Hopefully, we will track it down one of these days and we will pull it out and laugh at the silliness of a little girl's imagination. Heck, I bet he is starving!!!!

Here Lately

I wanted to assure you readers that I am in fact alive, even though I haven't written in the longest time. Here lately I have had too much going on to even stop long enough to post, but I thought I would catch everyone up now.
For the past several months, I have been in contact with a physician who wanted to open his own sleep clinic. When he contacted me the first time, I was so completely flattered that he would want me of all people to help him achieve his vision of a successful clinic. However, I had cut my teeth in the business at my current location and I thought it would be a hard decision to make. Getting out from under my current director's wings, having to live and die with the amount of patient's we see, and walking away from a medical director that is known world wide for being the best were all things to consider when saying the final "yes" that was required for this huge step. After careful consideration and the occasional set-backs, I have accepted the offer to be the coordinator of this office! I submitted my resignation last Monday.
I am studying like crazy for my certification as well as having to think about getting ready to open a new clinic. Needless to say, I have been a bit stressed. I keep praying that he hasn't chosen the wrong person to lead this team into an early accreditation status and keep everything moving smoothly. He is ambitious and very patient conscious so I feel that we will be successful, however; there is always stress that comes along with that type of change. I am terrified and excited all wrapped up into one.

Jay and I have been trying to spruce up the backyard and different areas in our home here lately. In a previous blog I wrote about how our oldest dog, Tucker, basically destroyed all decorative plant life in the backyard. We have, wait scratch that Jay has built two large and one medium sized flower beds in different areas. We have also planted a large amount of monkey grass in attempts to have vegetation right off the patio where we spend time. We have to be very vigilant watching over the dogs when they go out so that they do not dismantle all of the hard work put into it.
I am hoping that I am up to the task of keeping everything at the same time.
Wish me Luck!