Do People Still Make Money on Blogspot?

 I was wondering.  This used to be 'the' forum back in the day.  People making money on their blogs but I never knew how to do it.  I would love to start making some money, though.  I guess I would have to decide what type of blog I really wanted it to be.  I'm more of a daily, family, diary type blogger, though.  I write what I know.  

We were blessed with our second grandaughter last May.  Being grandparents is not something you can describe.  One doesn't understand what it's like being a parent until they are one.  Same with grandparenting.  You just don't realize the love you have for grandchildren until they arrive and it's a love you didn't know you had in you.  I always wanted to live on a piece of property where all my children and I could live so we'd be close to each other, but that didn't work out.  We aren't too far from each other, but it would be nice to have the grandkids run next door to your house, you know?    Well, at least I think it would.  They do have a lot of energy, though, where my energy is about run out.  I understand old people now.

I was thinking it would be fun to put some photos on here about the clothes I made when I was a teenager.  I don't sew hardly at all anymore.  I was a passion of mine, but like all things and especially after my vertigo it's been hard focusing my eyes.  And when I was younger, it was a challenge, something to be proud of to finish your work, your art, but now I guess I've done it so much that it feels more like a chore.  As sad as that is to say...  I mean, it is sad to say that something that sparked or motivated you now feels humdrum and a big chore to do.  I just don't have the brain power anymore.  

In fact, over the last eight years I have found life in general very difficult.  Having to pick up the slack for hubby who, remember, broke himself up and lost his job has taken a huge toll on me.  I know I am not the only spouse in this world turning into a caregiver.  And when you say your vows when you are in your twenties and the whole world is at your feet, you'd say yes to anything.  But when it comes right down to it, caregiving sucks the life out of you.  And it has me.

Last September 27th, on my son's birthday, we had our Maddee put to sleep.  She was having liver issues and vets thought it was cancer.  She stopped eating, too.  I still haven't gotten over it.  My son bought me a wrist band with Maddee's picture on it and I haven't taken it off since.  I still love looking at her and every night wishing I could hear her paw prints coming down the hallway.  Her death has really affected me.  It feels like I have lost another child.  I had Maddee two years longer than my own daughter.  Maddee gave us such joy and happiness.  I hope to see her again when I die.  Sitting there with my other family members....that would be great joy!

I didn't want another dog.  But hubby kept saying 'if we get another dog' and I kept saying no we aren't but then he'd say her name will be Betsy.  Ugh....how do I find a space in my heart for another dog.  It will feel like I am replacing my Maddee Girl.  But I went online looking for Beagles and I found one that was three hours from our house.  Her name was Birdie.  She is a Beagle/Blue Tick.  Her mom was a beagle but her dad was a mix of blue tick hound x.  I was hoping she'd have the traits of a beagle but she doesn't have much.  She is quite different than Maddee.  She has eased her way into my heart but Maddee still lives there.  She the original owners called her Birdie.  We call her Betsy.  

We build this little porch for her so hubby can let her out of his room in the mornings and she loves standing on it looking into the woods.  It's been a big change for us.  Life changes, doesn't it??  I suppose if it didn't one would never grow.  

I am scared about the future.  With hubby in his 70's now and I'm close to it, it is scary to think about the end of your life.  Not scared of death per se, but just that one of us is going to be left behind and how will we deal with it.  Our papers are in order but being old and alone is so sad.  And then there is upkept on the house which we can barely do now so then you have to find money to hire people and hope they can do the job you want them to do.  

The last two years I have garden much.  We made an area for me to but my heart just hasn't been into it.  It hurts when I bend down.  I've looked into raised beds with legs but they are so expensive.  Even trying to make them would not be cost effective.  And it's not like I am a master gardener.  I do grow potatoes which is kinda cool.  Whever I get some bad potatoes I just throw them in my little garden area and a couple of months later I have new potatoes.  I love it.  It's easy and I don't have to do much to maintain them.  

Just wanted to update here a little bit.  Until next time,

Blessings,

Bev

I Don't Know What the Title Should Be!

 I wish I could stay with the same font.  Why do I have to keep changing it?  It doesn't look nice when I do that.

Thanksgiving, Christmas and the New Year has come and gone.  Time speeds up when you get old.  People used to tell me that but it was a hard concept to accept because I was young and had things to do.  Now, I don't have much to do these days.  Cleaning and cooking is about it.  I mean, just regular chores to do.  It is February right now and people are starting to grow garden plants indoor now so they will be ready for planting come March or April depending on where you are.  I have thought about it but just not there yet in my mind.  I have asked hubby to draw plans for the garden this year but he never did even though I asked him a million times.  Finally, I had to sit down and do it and of course he had to put his two cents in {because he didn't want to do it unless I started planning it then he had ideas!}  Good grief.  I think I have an idea how I'm gonna do it, but you know best laid plans.  Haha.  

Sometimes I wonder what is a blog unless you add photos.  Who wants to always read....personally, I like looking at other people's lives.  But my phone is so crowded with pictures now it doesn't work half the time.  Honestly, I do not like this digital world.  I miss bringing your camera long, take pictures, put them in for development, pick the up and surprise....there they are.  Now you have to download pictures off your phone onto the computer {if you can get it to work}, put them on a thumb drive {if you can get it to work} take them to a place to have them printed out {if you have enough ink at home to do it yourself} wait for them and hope they came out ok.  Or as most people do today they just store the thumb drives and never look at them again.  Sad.  

Hubby to went to a motorcycle meeting today.  It feels so normal that I am here by myself.  It feels good and scary at the same time.  The last two days I have been feeling pretty good as far as my dizzy, vestibular goes.  I even caught myself singing yesterday and today...I haven't done that in ages.  Wow, the old me popped up.  LOL 

I have been trying to stay with a budget..using my Everydollar app.  Two months down...I did it.  Let's hope I don't fall of the wagon.  It's an easy to way to keep track of your spending and bills.  I enjoy it.  Using cash envelopes for things we might need.  We do pay the oil from our cash envelope but we also have to write a check, too.  I will need to step up the oil fund I think.  I haven't been able to put anything away for our property taxes which is a bummer.  

Just wanted you to know I am still here.  Hopefully, I will pay more attention to you blog.

Blessings,

Bev

  

Today

 There is so much to write about, yet there isn't.  Day after day life is the same.  Nothing changes.  Well, sometimes things change but they really aren't happy changes.  At least not in my life.

Since my last entry I have been sick with upper respiratory infections a couple more times.  I feel like this is going to be my life now.  On top of being diagnosed with Eosinophilic Esophagitis, vertigo my health is going downhill in a hay basket as they say.  I don't even know what a hay basket is.

So, food prices have gone sky high so we decided to start going to the food bank.  I was embarrassed at first, but I'm not now.  Well, I didn't actually go, hubby went.  He reported back one day that there was a man who went to the food bank to get food for his chickens and dog.  Seriously?  He also reported that people in BMW's were showing up getting food.  Now in my day, food banks were for people who absolutely were poor and needed food.  I have given to the food banks in my younger days thinking I was helping very poor people.  Not so today.  We have been eating food bank meals for a couple of months.  It's okay.  We are still having a hard time paying the bills.  It's really tough.  I don't have any clue how people who get less than us are doing it.  I truly feel for them.

So it's almost Thanksgiving.  We've been invited to two places and I haven't rsvped either one.  Part of me wants to go, but my other half is saying stay home.  I'm afraid being around people will make me sick again.  And my anxiety of getting ready, getting there, socializing, then getting home and worrying about ibs attacks or other bodily function attacks it just makes it all worse thinking about it.  I so want to be a part of the family, yet anxiety makes it so difficult.  And nobody seems to understand at all, which makes it even worse because I have nobody that sympathizes with me....not like a mother would.  

We hired tree people to cut some huge branches off the trees in the back yard.  The yard looks open now...I like it.  We still have to get another tree cut but it will have to wait unless it falls on the house before then...which won't be good.  

Since winter is coming I can already feel depression setting in.  Wish I was like a bear and just slept the winters away.  I wonder what bears think when they wake up in the spring.  Do they dream during their long winter slumbers?  I read that bears thyroids slow down during winter which is the reason they go to sleep.  If human doctors would take advise from the animals humans could probably be cured of so many things.  How is it that animal medicine is top notch but human medicine isn't?  I don't know.

I guess that's all for now.

Blessings,

Bev 

Just an Update With Some Thoughts

 So many times I thought about writing something here, but then I'd get so tired and my brain just wouldn't work.  It used to be my thyroid that kept me from doing things because I'd be so tired, but I believe my vestibular issues are the root of the problem now.  My eyes are the only thing keeping me vertical and in the middle of the day my eyes get so tired, too.  I guess I have to realize that these bodies of ours are dying little by little and things go wrong.  But it's so sad that we can't replace or grow new parts so we can live forever.  

This is what my plants are saying to me!

This year I was not planning on putting in a vegetable garden.  But DH said do it because it's one thing I enjoy doing....yes, I do, but when plants don't grow it's really frustrating.  I spend so much money getting dirt and so much time and physical labor, yet here we are almost July and nothing!  I am the worse gardner..I'm telling you.  I'm pretty sure I bought the wrong kind of dirt.  I'm just too tired to care about it anymore.  I was all for it in the beginning, but I'm tired and just don't care.  If the stores run out of food, I think we might starve to death.  I don't have that much in storage, although I am trying to build a stockpile.  *sigh*

The last entry I made I was telling you how sick I was.  After I got over bronchitis, I got a sinus infection.  And then, our granddaughter gave us the stomach flu.  DH was really sick from it, I felt bad, but didn't get it as bad as he did.  And last week, granddaughter caught the hand foot and mouth disease.  Her temp got up to 103.3! I felt so bad for her.  I think she is better now.  She is going to the beach this weekend with her parents and other grandparents.  

And guess who broke another bone??  DH!  Broke a bone in his heel.  doctor wants him to stay in a wheelchair for 8 to 10 weeks! And I am suppose to push him around in it according to dh, according to dr.  Don't even get me started on that one.  

We don't rv since we had to sell it and we don't ride our motorcycles since dh can't do that anymore.  And since his lost his job due to his broken leg we don't have any funds left over to do much of anything.  It's really sad.  I could never believe life could be so boring.  Everyday it's the same thing.  I wash dishes, cook and do laundry.  We go nowhere.  Oh, and gas prices are so high who can afford to just drive around with no reason?  

I guess this is all I gotta say for now.

Blessings,

Bev

    

I am Better But Not There Yet

A week ago last Saturday I was sick and decided I needed medical attention.  I went to a CVS “walk-in” clinic, signed in with the computer only to have it say on the last screen ‘we have no more appointments.”  Appointments?  Why is this called a walk-in clinic if you have to make an appointment?  So I drove miles out of my way to visit another CVS clinic only to have the same thing happen.  Let me tell you, I couldn’t stop coughing by this time.  I was sick.  A block from this CVS was an urgent care so I pulled into the parking lot and it was basically empty.  I thought it might have been closed.  But I went to check anyway and it was open!  I walked up to the receptionist only to have her tell me they were appointment only that day, but I guess me coughing and hacking so bad she felt sorry for me and took me in.  I was so grateful.  The PA that checked me out said I had bronchitis and wheezing.  Oh wow..I was sicker than I thought I was.  She gave me four prescriptions.  Did I say I was so grateful.  On my drive to pic up my prescriptions I got to coughing so bad I was vomiting and couldn’t stop.  I thought I was gonna have to pull over to the side of the road, but I pushed on.  When I got to CVS to pick up my prescriptions they weren’t ready and I had to wait 45 minutes.  Now it was an hour drive from the urgent care to the CVS.  Then I waited another 45 minutes.  Then after I got my prescriptions I was walking down the aisle, I looked into my bag and one prescription was not in there!  OMGsh...I had to go back into the line and wait, all the while coughing and hacking and feeling like I was gonna throw up.  I know Jesus got me through all that.  When I got home I couldn’t stop coughing and spent the night throwing up and coughing.  I told my cat if I died that night please don’t eat me.  Well, I did make it to the next morning.  Praise God!  

I haven’t babysat my grand baby for almost two weeks.  That’s how long this nasty virus has hung on.  Even now, I’m still coughing, but not nearly as bad.  I think I will start my inhaler and hope that takes care of this tail end of this virus.  I was reading that the normal flu/cold viruses are gonna hang onto us a lot longer because we have been washing our hands so much that we now have no immunity to even the smallest of bugs.  I believe that.  We have jeopardized our immune system.  

It is October 2021 now.  I’m usually keen on decorating for the seasons, but I just haven’t felt it this year.  We have little to no extra money.  I still gotta get dog food which costs a lot.  

Right now life feels a tiny bit normal.  Donald is out on his tractor (I’m still scared he is gonna fall) and I am here typing on my blog.  It feels good to have a moment to collect my thoughts and just now have to be on high alert every second.  Although in the back of my mind I know I am.  I am keeping my ears open.

I know my seasonal depression will be starting.  I have to fight through that, too.  That is why I try to do ancestry research in the winter to help me fight through the dark days.  I did find that my sixth great grandfather is a revolutionary war veteran which is cool.

I guess this is all for now.

Blessings,

Bev

A Long Overdue Update

 Since I left off last time, hubby (Donald) got home from rehab..I went and picked him up.  Basically, same routine as surgery; I watch him so he doesn’t fall and take care of his needs.  Oh what fun.  This is life now.  It sucks...I can’t even begin to tell you how much it sucks.  Maybe I’m not being grateful for what I have or I’m not finding the joy in all this.  I really don’t know.  I know I have become a resentful, angry, unhappy person and I don’t even like myself anymore.  I just don’t know how to fix me because I have not time for me.  I have no money for me.  

I have been through a lot in my life...the death of a child, lost embryos from infertility, panic attacks, severe depression, lost vacation with my family (because I became housebound). but somehow I managed to find my way out of those things.   And I could find joy again, but this time I am completely lost.  Maybe because I’m just older now and I really have no reason to fight.  I don’t see my life continuing into my 70’s therefore not much living time left.  It’s not a sad thing, just the way life is.  Eventually we all have to think about the end of our lives, don’t we?

So right now, I have bronchitis.  I haven’t been sick like this in a long time.  I haven’t been able to babysit our new grand baby and I miss her.  

That’s all the update for now.  I am tired.

Blessings,

Bev

I Wonder if I Broke My Rib

 

About four days ago I was in bed laying against a bunch of pillows in a sitting up position while I was reading a book.  Then all of a sudden I sorta heard a pop, then everything inside my body shifted!!  I could feel things moving.  I have been in pain every since.  I wonder if I broke my rib.  From what I read about rib breaking it says I wouldn’t be able to breathe, but I can.  But I’m having pain and muscle soreness right where everything felt like it shifted.  Like I don’t have enough going on in my life and now I have to deal with this.  Why???

Just had to come here and complain.  

Blessings,

Bev

Grief-Mourning Even When Someone is Alive

 

I didn’t think I would feel so alone when hubby went into the hospital this time.  But I felt even worse.  I felt like I was in mourning.  I felt alone, lost; like I would if my hubby was forever gone!  Most other times when he would be in the hospital, yes, I was alone, but we knew it would be for such and such a time and he would be home, but this time around it’s not the case.  We knew it was gonna be for a long haul. 

The feeling is horrible.  In a flash, life changes forever.  And I’m not talking about for the good, either.  See, I went right from my dad’s house to getting married, so I never lived on my own.  I always had someone there to “take care of me.”  Not that I can’t take care of myself (but honestly, I never had to), so it’s quite a change now in my mid 60’s I have to face taking care of not only myself, but my pets, the house, maintenance....I don’t know how to do all that.

This post sounds like I’m all over the place which I am.  When things like this happens there are no routines.  Everything is a big jumbled mess.  You try to get through the day and so glad when night comes cause I can just go to bed and not think about anything.  It’s waking up in the morning when it’s all a reality again and I have to fight my way through the day.

I guess what I am saying is that hubby and I had a life that was fun and now like overnight it is all gone and our lives are about hospitals, medical procedures, hospital bills, not enough money and on and on.  There are no golden years.  That’s a myth..one big fat lie.

This morning hubby had his ankle surgery.  After five hours, he is just now getting to recovery.  I am not with him.  He is in a hospital an hour away and with my vertigo I haven’t been able to drive that far.  And so now I depend on the hospital staff to take care of hubby.  Dear God, please put caring people around hubby.  God, please use your powers to bring hubby home to us, because I’m scared this time.   I’m really scared.

Did I mentioned the hospital hubby was at when he first broke his ankle wanted to cut off his foot?  Yes, and we were ready to have that done because those doctors didn’t give us hope of any kind.  But God did a miracle and hubby’s brother’s stepdaughter was able to contact hubby’s ortho dr who got him transferred to her hospital and gave us hope.  Now we wait and see.  

Blessings,

Bev

Life at Green House Homestead

 

I am pretty sure that somewhere in my past posts I mentioned that hubby broke his leg in 2017.  He had to have at least four surgeries. He had to have a special type of knee replacement, too.  Long story short after all those years, he was finally walking with a cane and going to therapy.  He even started driving himself!  It was too good to be true, though.  Yes it was.

On April 1st (I think it was) it was a rainy day.  Hubby had therapy to go to.  He was driving himself there, but I asked him if he wanted me to drive him.  I was kinda scared his truck would slid in the rain.  I asked him and asked him, but he said, ‘no, I can do it.’  My inner gut said to take him but, honestly, I wanted to give him some independence and I wanted a couple of hours to myself since we are together 24/7 now.  So hubby went out the door.  A few minutes later my phone rang.  It was hubby!  “Can you come out to the truck and help me?”  Well, that’s weird, he never had trouble before getting into the truck.  I looked out the window and he was sitting in the truck with his legs hanging out.  I got my coat on and walked out to the truck.  I looked down at his foot and it was horizontal to his leg!!  I looked at him and he asked me why his foot was crooked.  I asked him if he fell and he said yes.  I told him he broke his foot (ankle).  OMGsh.  I was in shock.  There was no way I could get him into my car to take him to the hospital.  I had to call the ambulance.

I walked (sprinted) into the house.  I dialed 911.  I was on hold for about four minutes.  It was unbelievable.  Finally when the operator answered the phone I told her the situation.  She said she’d send someone out.  I hung up with her and went back outside, in the pouring rain and waited with hubby for the ambulance to arrive.  And waited, and waited and waited.  Finally I dialed the number to our local fire department.  I was going to ask them if they had been dispatched yet.  Just as I dialed the number the ambulance arrived without lights or siren, I might add.  What the heck???  

They get hubby on the stretcher.  The take him into the ambulance to access him.  I’m still standing in the rain.  I call our kids.  Finally the ambulance guy comes out to let me know which hospital they are taking him to.  I wasn’t happy.  

That night the doctors tried to put him hubby’s ankle back together.  Not only did he break his ankle in three places, he broke his leg in the shin bone area underneath where his pole is in his leg.  They tried putting a halo on his ankle to steady it.  Then he came home in a so called ambulance.  The next day his halo was bleeding all over the place.  It was awful.

A week later I take hubby to doctor for his checkup.  Doctor tells us the halo is broken and hubby has to be admitted to the hospital right now to have more surgery.  I felt my heart drop into my stomach.  The panic attack/anxiety has started.  This is unbelievable.  

So right now, hubby has been in the hospital almost a week.  He will have to have more surgery.  We have tried getting in touch with Dr. Janet Conway/Benjamin Chartier at Sinai Hospital in Baltimore where hubby had his complicated knee surgery, but they have not called us back.  I emailed Ben, hubby left message with secretary and I even texted the doctor.

I guess we are on our own now.  Here we go again.  I think I must cry in my sleep because it feels like my eyes are swollen when I wake up.  Of course I am still dizzy and so off balance and lately I’m even feeling nauseated again.  

When I came home from the hospital last Friday, Maddee was not walking on her left hind leg.  Her hair is falling out again.  Why does everything happen at once.  I am not strong anymore to deal with all this stuff.  I’m not. I’m so overwhelmed.  

Now I’m back to having to take care of everything.  The grass is growing up so high it’s terrible.  I am trying to be good to myself but it’s hard.  So much to think about.

That’s all for now.  

Blessings,

Bev