A Spot of T

Annoying Blast From the Past

I just received a phone call from someone I haven't heard from in years.  Which I was extremely grateful for.  That I hadn't heard from her in years.  I answer the phone and there she was.  Oiy.  I may come across as a nasty old bag on here, but truth be known I never like to knowingly hurt people's feelings.  So I was nice.  And pleasant.  But I wanted to go.  Shoot myself in the head.

I hear this voice and I'm a bit sore and had a rough night and I want to instantly say "No I'm sorry Joy doesn't live here anymore."  But I'm nice, so I don't say that.  Plus she owns a flower shop not too far from my home and she has some flowers to deliver so she will be right over to deliver them.  40 million flower shops in and around the Edmonton area and SHE gets the order for my flowers.  I'm one who thinks God has a sense of humor.  Not funny God.  Not funny at all.  And oh lordy-be she wants to come to my home!  Here is a bit of the conversation and you can judge for yourself why I wanted to go shoot myself in the head......

Annoying Lady:  "Hi Joy, it's E..... long time no hear.  I have some flowers to deliver for you.  I hope everything's alright?  Is everything alright?  Wow I haven't talked to you in ages.  Do you ever hear from K?  Because I talk to her every once in awhile on msn but she doesn't really say much except how great her life is and really, is it really great because I know you two used to be friends and do you ever hear from her?"

Me:  "Uhhhh.  Who is this??"

Annoying Lady:  "It's E and I have some flowers to deliver so I thought I would come over and deliver them right now."

Me:  "Oh hi E.  No I don't want anything delivered right now.  I was about to go lay down...."

Annoying Lady:  "Oh because I was leaving in the next 10 minutes or so so it wouldn't take me long.  So flowers delivered?  I hope everything is ok?  Are you working yet?  Do you ever hear from K?  Because every once in awhile I get on msn and we talk and it sounds like everything is ok with her, but I don't know.  She's married now you know?  Says her horses are her life.  I've been doing good.  We have this flower shop that takes up a lot of our time....a lot!  I mean we are just so busy it's not even funny.  I still keep my hand in town council, to stir things up and get my point across and to keep them on their toes but I don't do much with the kids school anymore.  I mean (daughter...I think....frick I don't even know what she has for kids.  Two I think.  Boy and a girl???  Don't have a clue.)  she doesn't even want me in the school anymore and (son???) is graduating this year so I don't really need to be in there, but I could, but I just don't because well....."

Me:  "Ummm that's great E.  But I'm a bit tired now and have to get going.  Gregg is out so I'll have him stop on his way home and pick the flowers up k?"

Annoying Lady:  "Well ok.  Because I could just run them over quickly."

Me:  "No.  Stairs are hard for me right now so I will just get Gregg to come and pick them up."

Annoying Lady:  "Oh.  I hope you're feeling good?  I hope everything is ok?  Because I could just run over there right now.  Wow we haven't talked in forever.  I never see you on msn anymore.  I still talk to a few people, but you know, I'm so busy, so are you working yet?  Because so many people's kids have gotten older so they've gone out and gotten jobs.  Are you working?  I mean, it's so hard to get together with anyone anymore.  Are you working?  What have you been up to?  I hope you're feeling ok?  Tell me what you're up to."

Now maybe this doesn't seem so bad the way I'm writing it, but I tell you.  I wanted to puke.  That's how annoyed I was.  First thing.  The last person in the WORLD I want to talk to people about....is me.  Don't start asking me a million questions about myself because I won't tell you.  I volunteer it, that's one thing.  You consistently ask me....won't happen.  Secondly, I know who to tell things to and who not too.  The extremely few people I tell anything too, I know stays between them and myself.  Not someone from a flower shop who will gossip it all over the very small town I live by.  And thirdly, I never really liked her.  I mean, I didn't mind her.  But the politics were just too much for me.  I couldn't stand how every one and their dogs were talked about.  She knew everything about everyone.  I used to say "Ok I'm going to the washroom, so you have 5 minutes to trash me while I'm gone."  No.  It never went over well, but that's how it was.  Those kind of people have to know everyone's business.  I am surrounded by two neighbours who are like that and I say nothing.  Makes them so mad too.  Tough.

So what a work out already today.  Although apparently I have flowers coming.  Which in the whole scheme of things is what's it's all about.  The kindness of others.  Now that I've vented on the blog I started for such things, I will stay focused on the kindness of others.  Like Penney.  Got your package today Penney.  Ohhhhh the goodies!  Another sweetheart of a lady I've never met but who I've been penpals with for just over a year now.  Cards are trickling in and how fun.  Yep.  I'll stay focused on the good.

Craving Ice No More

One step forward two steps back.  I think that's how the saying goes?  If not, it's how I've been feeling.  One step forward means feeling great and super and getting all cocky and going for a drive because I'm going out of my mind looking at the walls in the house.  And two steps back is getting up today feeling like I've been hit by a truck.  Not a really big truck.  Just a little one this time.  Which is very normal in the healing process I understand.  It also reminds me what the pre-op nurse told me...."Stay as even as you can while healing Joy.  If you feel great then that's good, but do NOT overdo it and do too much or you will crash big time.  Even steven wins the race."  Ok.  Got it.  I'll be good now.  Promise.

But while I was on my high and took that drive I probably shouldn't have....I went to my favorite coffee shop and had a cup of Hazlenut latte.  Old habits are hard to break I guess.  Although. I instantly got sick, and certainly don't feel like another coffee anytime soon.  Two weeks without a latte and I don't even crave them like I used to anymore.  I used to crave them bad!  Wow.  Think of all the money I'll save.  Tea I still drink a lot of.  Still love love love my tea.

Speaking of cravings....it could be I'm still healing and just not feeling like it, but I don't have the one really strange craving for ice I had before.  My ob/gyn was absolutely positive the tons of ice eating I did would be non-existent after my operation and I laughed out loud at her.  I have eaten tons of glasses of crushed ice for years now.  Won't happen.  I'm addicted bad.  But she said she knew the craving would go.....and it has.  Oh I look at the ice and go to have some because that's how much of a creature of habit I am.  But I get the ice in my mouth and it just doesn't feel like it once did.  I don't have the urge to crush it and feel it's icy coolness in my teeth and the feeling on my tongue or how it would feel going down my throat.  Nothing.  I spit it out and just drink the glass of water instead.  I am shocked and amazed.  My doctor said it was yet another sympton of being anemic.  A form of 'pica' called pagophagia.  Weird eh?

 

Cleaning Out the Camera

I fell out of bed last night.  Just thought I would tell you that.  How crazy is that??  Nothing hurt.  Except my pride.

I'm up and around this morning, still sore from surgery...but now I'm bored.  Bored bored bored.  I always feel boredom's a good sign after surgery or sickness.  The first week I wasn't bored at all because I was just trying to get better, now this second week.  I'm bored.  But still unable to do a lot.  Like sneeze.  Frick!

So I thought I would clean out my camera......

                           

                                 Just some of the flowers I received while recovering.

I'm absolutely amazed people were able to send flowers because living out in the country is pretty tough to deliver to.  But there are some smart cookies out there because they put "Pick up" for delivery.  Smart and Gregg certainly didn't mind.  One flower store called and said they couldn't deliver out to a box number so cancelled the order.  Just like that.  Phoned.  To tell us they cancelled the order.  Not to come and pick the flowers up.  Just cancel.  Didn't even try.  I hope their shop burns down.

                            

Never having gone through this before I found I learned a ton about people.  I'm not mad in the least.  I'm fascinated.  I think of all the times I have been there for people, and in a lot of instances complete strangers I have never met before but belong to the same Yahoo Groups, and sent flowers, cards, etc.  And from these same people....nothing.  Fascinating.  And another lesson learned in my life.  Not that you EVER expect anything back when you do nice things for people, but "I" remember the kindness of others.  Surely I can't be the only one in the world??  Or maybe I am?  I'm so special.  Probably not.  But I plan on researching this further because it really does fascinate me.  And it certainly has changed my outlook on certain people in my life.  Which was probably needed anyway.

Poor Mushu.  This little pup has been completely lost while I've been recovering.  The first night home he wouldn't leave my side.  He slept on a little piece of the rug I have under the recliner in my room and at one point during that first night I had to get up to pee and caught him under the recliner.  Gregg got so mad and locked him in the mudroom and I could hear Mushu crying in there.  Broke my heart.  The next night and every other night I have a pillow down beside the chair and he'll sleep on that.  He followed me everywhere before but now he may as well be welded to my leg because he just never leaves my side.  He isn't allowed in the kitchen so this is him standing there waiting for me to have my breakfast.  My god I love my Mushu.

Isn't this beautiful?  I received this yesterday in the mail.  Oh how I love this lady.  I've never met her but she is THE sweetest person I have ever known.  Now why can't I have someone like HER living close to me?  I bet a million bucks we'd be the best of friends.  But we don't live close to each other, so we settle for a long distance friendship.  I consider Debbi a friend and I so wish she would get a blog going.  I just KNOW it would be a huge success.  Not only her talent in crafts....yes this book is entirely handmade....but her photography is like none I've seen.  I play with my camera and may get a decent shot here and there, but Debbi has an eye for photography.  One of those natural's you hate.  But can't.  Because they're so good.  Blog.  Must get blog started.

I went out and bought....what I thought....was the perfect color for the master bedroom a little while ago.  I have another lamp like this on the other side of the bed and they are my inspiration for the bedroom.  I have now sat for just about two weeks looking at this color.....and I really think I would go a bit squirrely with the room painted in it.  Back to the paint store again.  Which is fine because they have some great new antique colors out now.  Not that I'll be painting anytime soon, but still.  It always takes me ages to make up my mind anyway.  I've also realized we really need to do something with the master bathroom.  Shhhh don't tell anyone, but there's an odor.  I think we need to bring someone in to check it out because I'm pretty sure the toilet and shower need to be changed.  Water underneath perhaps?  I know nothing, but I know it shouldn't smell like that.  Yes, I've noticed it before but if I keep the fan on it doesn't seem to be too bad.  Now having lived in there for just about two solid weeks.  Something will be changing.

A Spot of T means......

What A Spot Of T Means

A is for Adventurous S is for Spontaneous P is for Posh O is for Orderly T is for Tricky O is for Outrageous F is for Fearless T is for Thrilling

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Day of Surgery

So here it is.  I have to write a couple posts one very long post on my experience.  Even though I hate doing this I have two daughters who, since their mother has had a fibroid, now has a chance of having fibroids as well.  I want this recorded for them.

I have to say right up front, from the time I stepped into the hospital (Misericordia) to the time I left, I have nothing but great things to say about the hospital and staff.  I know it's known for being an old hospital but I'll tell you, the care I received was second to none.  I even remember the cleaning lady who came in each day and we'd chat and talk.  On the day I went home she must have said good-bye a dozen times.  Kelsey thought it was so sweet.  My point being, everyone was so nice and I felt like I was in the best hands possible.  It's the hospital my ob/gyn practises out of so it was a bit surreal going back to the same hospital I had all three of my children in all those years ago.  Here I was....back....much older.....and for a new phase of my life.  Do I feel old?  Yep.  When something like this happens.  A little.

Surgery Day - Thursday April 5th

• Surgery scheduled for 10:55am so be at hospital at 9:00am.  My oldest daughter Kelsey and hubby Gregg were there the whole time.  I checked in to admitting, signed papers, received bracelet and headed to the fifth floor.  Went to admitting room and given a gown and robe.  Met with anaesthesiologist.  She said I was surprisingly calm and I said she was surprisingly young.
• I could wait in the room with the other three ladies but two of them seemed to be freaking out a bit and one was crying so I opted to go walk down the hall to the little sitting area until surgery came and got me.  Kelsey made a comment I was so calm.....and I was.  Never having gone through something like this is the worst I think.  The fear of the unknown can be brutal.  But I did have this calm feeling come over me and I knew this was so right.
• The only time I got a bit anxious was when the very very nice man (who told me he felt a great energy coming from me and who Kelsey thought was the sweetest thing for saying something like that to me) wheeled me into the operating room and four people were on me doing things....blood pressure monitoring, two nurses at the end of the table ready to pounce as soon as I was out, anaesthesiologist...and god knows who else was in there.  I remember the all too young man putting a mask over my face and saying it was too big and the anaesthesiologist calmly saying "That's ok just get a smaller mask." and once the right mask was put on I remember the too young anaesthesiologist saying "Ok Joy I just need you to take a deep breath for me ok?" and me saying "No I don't think so becausZZZzzzzzzzzz".
• The next thing I knew I was waking up in recovery.  To think I was so worried about it.  But you simply go to sleep and wake up like it was a little power nap.  One minute you're out and the next minute you're waking up to a nice lady tap tap tapping you on the chest and saying "Joy?  Joy can you hear me?  Say something to me Joy so I know you can hear me." and I said "Wonderful dream." to which she laughed.  But it's true.  To this day I don't remember what the dream was about but I think about it and know it was one of those dreams you just don't want to wake up from.  So wonderful.
• Pain?  Not really any pain.  More of an annoying burning feeling where the incision is.  Thank god for morphine I say.  I have a pretty high pain threshold but I would say the great nurses make it a very do-able pain.
• After my time in recovery the same nice man wheeled me down to my room.  Note to self:  You would think a wonderful private room right outside the nurse's station would rock right?  Not!  Next time I don't care if I get in a room with three other people as long as it's at the end of the hall and quiet.  Good grief.  But ear plugs saved me.
• I got to the room around 2:00ish so from start to finish it was all pretty fast.  I reached down because I wasn't sure if I had a catheter in and yep, I did.  One less thing to worry about and I laughed because I remember being so freaked out about the idea of a stupid catheter and now I was so grateful I had it because it meant I didn't have to get up.
• The rest of the day/night was spent sleeping and resting.  IV in my left hand with fluids (sorry don't remember what) and the first of two antibiotics started.  Blood work taken and every hour on the hour two nurses in to see how I was doing, take vitals, etc.
• At one point during the night I had a fever so they brought in this little breathing machine and showed me how to do some deep breathing exercises to keep the lungs clear.  Anaesthesia is hard on lungs anyhow and because I've been hospitalized for pneumonia twice in my life my lungs aren't up to what they should be.  If I felt a bit feverish I would do my breathing exercises and the fever would come down within an hour.  Amazing really.

For Day Two.....click on "Continue Reading"

I'm BAAAaaack

Didja miss me?

I'm not on here very long because it's still a bit sore to sit.  No not my butt, my stomach.  Amazing what being sewn up inside will do to ones guts.  I do believe everything inside has shifted to it's proper place again and that's why I can sit and stand without feeling like they are going to drop to the floor any minute.  You've never experienced anything til you can literally feel your inards moving back in place.

9 days post-op and I'm feeling pretty darn good.  I do believe I now owe Kym a drink or six because she bet me I'd never be able to stay away from the computer for two full weeks.  Whatever.  Biaatch.

So you know me.  I'll be writing a final post or two to add to My Fibroid Story category.  But it might take me awhile so bear with me.  Not that I can't write like the wind because, you know, I can babble with the best of them.  But I just realized even though my office chair is awesomely comfy, it's still not comfy enough to sit for any length of time after surgery.

To all those who have written and commented, you're simply the best.  What is a gal going to do with all of you?  Give big hugs to each and every one of you that's what.  Now.  Come here so I can hug you.

I'm going to be answering some emails and slowly getting caught up with all my favorite blogs.  Good lord it seems like it's been ages already.  I do believe this now qualifies me as a blogaholic.  Actually I'd like to consider myself more of a friendaholic because it's all you I miss so much, not the silly blogging.

You all better have had some exciting things going on because lord knows I need to read about some exciting lives out there.  For the past nine days mine has been eat, sleep, sleep, sleep, walk a bit, eat, sleep, sleep, sleep.....I know.  Exciting like watching paint dry.  I am bored out of my mind.  But tired.  Damn.

See you in a couple of days.

 

Til We Meet Again

   

I've decided this is the last time I post on my blog until after the surgery on the 5th.  I'm giving myself two full weeks of no computer time and I'm actually looking forward to it.

I'd like to say I'm sitting back and relaxed but the simple fact is....I'm a smidge nervous right now.  Not ready to flee the country or anything, but damn nervous and certainly not up to writing on my blog.  I get nervous or stressed and I wash walls....floors....clean cupboards....stuff like that.  I don't know why, but it works and keeps my mind off things, so that's what I'm going to go do.

 

So until we meet again.  And you know.  Well.  If I don't.  You know.  I just want to say it's been a real pleasure getting to know all of you through your blogs, emails and even phone calls.  For a person who is a hermit and a loner, this has opened up my eyes to a whole new world and it's been a helluva lot of fun getting a glimpse into your world :o)

See you in a couple of weeks!

Questions...and Hope

So many questions I can't possibly get to all of them.  This will be the last time I write on the subject though and thank god typepad has these 'extended posts' because this post just might take up three feet.  I'll write a post on how the surgery went, but after that I just want to put this all behind me.

I can't answer any more emails but just remember, even though I have lived with these symptoms for years now, the best place to get answers to your questions is your own doctor.  If he/she doesn't answer them, find a doctor who will.  I am new to this and I'm just writing what I'm going through because I have two daughters who now have a chance of getting fibroids.  There are thousands of different opinions and answers out there so research as much as possible.

What is the red band for and why do you have to wear it around for a week before surgery?

The red band has a "Blood Bank' number on it.  The same number is then put on blood which will be used 'in case' I need a blood transfusion during my surgery.  I was told this is very common.  There is bleeding during surgery and then if someone is anaemic, well, it may be needed.  I like their "Be Prepared" attitude.  I can think of no reason they give you the band in pre-op and make you wear it for a week other than you're already in there.  Or maybe they need time to get the blood?  Not sure on that one but I wear long shirts if I have to go out so it's no big deal.

Lots of people think about dying when they know they're having surgery, are you any different.  And you talked about your kids a bit but how is your husband doing with all this?

Thanks.  No I never thought about dying until now.  Kidding.  I guess I would be lying if I didn't say I've thought about it.  But it's not keeping me up.  I made my peace with dying at a very early age.  Don't get me wrong.  I'd like to be around for years yet, but I am at peace with my relationship with my kids and really, every other aspect of my life.

As for how Gregg is doing.  Who cares?  Ha.  No really?  Who cares.  He doesn't talked about anything to do with my surgery.  He's never asked questions, doesn't ask how I'm doing, if I'm scared, what the surgery all entails, well, he just doesn't talk about it.  Ever.  If I bring it up, he changes the subject.  So what are you going to do.  Not a darn thing in my books.  He talks alot about work because he's been very busy, so we all have our own things to deal with I guess.  Quite frankly I refuse to focus on what he's going through right now.  I'm focusing on me....for once in my life.

You mentioned in one of your posts you will be left with just one ovary.  Why would your doctor remove only one ovary and not both and why would she remove them at all?  And will it be your left or right ovary?

She may remove both but she doesn't think so.  If you remove both ovaries it puts a woman into instant menopause and it can be a rough time trying to get those hormones straightened out.  Plus HRT (Hormone Replacement Therapy) is needed and I'm not prepared to go on those if I don't need to.  She won't leave both ovaries in because she said, in her years of experience, the risk of cancer is much greater by leaving both ovaries in.  So she takes just one and the other one 'should' produce more than enough estrogen to get me through to menopause in about 10 years.  As to which ovary?  She won't know till she gets in there and looks around.  I guess the best ovary wins.  Also, I can't leave this out.  There is a chance the remaining ovary will not work after surgery.....which means going on HRT anyhow....and I'm prepared for that.

You mentioned the nurses want to see your bowel 'and' bladder working as soon as possible after surgery.  You told what happens to the bowel and why it stops working during surgery, but why would the bladder stop working?

These aren't the nurses exact words to me but the jist of it is.....during the removal of the uterus the bladder needs to be 'peeled' off of the uterus in order for the uterus to be removed.  They are attached at some point together.  It can be traumatizing for the bladder because it then has to be reattached somewhere else, same with the remaining ovary, and this is why this surgery is so much different from the c-section people will try and convince you is the same.  Very different.  The bladder then needs to 'wake up' after surgery.  Once the catheter is removed the nurses will be keeping a close eye on whether you are peeing or not.  The nurse also told me it isn't uncommon for the bladder to spasm for a bit after surgery but these spasms will go away.  Lovely.

Click on 'Continue Reading' if you want to see more questions......

Revealing Meme

I was tagged by Emily to do this meme.  What are 5 things you have never revealed on your blog?

Now.  Do I traumatize everyone or do I take it easy.  Decisions decisions.

1. Every single time I look at a rabbit, I have flashbacks to the time I was about 11 years old and went outside because I heard this horrible bloodcurdling squealing only to find out it was one of our dogs torturing and playing with a rabbit it had caught.  I tried to save the bunny but the more it squealed and struggled the more the dog would get excited and rip at it.  I'm 43 years old now and don't think I'll ever recover from that scene.  Enough fun?  Because I could tell you about the time my stepdad shot the dog that got up on the table.  No?  K.
2. I never talk about what I used to do before I had kids.  Or what Gregg does.  Yes I did have a life before kids.  I started out as a Receptionist at the age of 17 and by the time I was 24 I was the Administrative Assistant to the Director of Math and Sciences for Alberta Education.  Say that 5 times over.  Me and another lady were on the cusp of forming a Temp Agency (Hiring out secretaries to companies) because 19 years ago the idea was fairly new and we saw a real opportunity.  We did all the research, knew how much money it would take to start-up and between the both of us, had lots of connections.  Then I decided to stay at home with my first daughter and also decided I wanted my kids very close together so the two of us had a fight and she told me I'd always regret staying home and being 'barefoot and pregnant."  I forgave her.  And she was wrong.  Gregg was a welder when I met him and he's been welding ever since.  Well up until three years ago.  Three years ago a good friend of his wanted to form an Oilfield company and he wanted Gregg to come in with him.  I called it a mid-life crisis, Gregg called it a career move.  The main office is in Grande Prairie and Gregg runs the office in Fort St. John and they never dreamed it would take off like it did.  I've never seen the man happier.
3. Gregg and I met at a place not too far from where we live now.  The Red Barn.  It's not called that anymore but I used to work out there on the weekends to make some extra money to pay for the braces for my teeth.  Gregg was there for a work Christmas party and falling down drunk having a great time.  I was working behind the bar that night and this incredibly annoying guy kept coming up and asking me to dance.  The lady who was working with me kept saying she would dance with him but he kept insisting he wanted to dance with me.  I don't know how many times he asked, but I finally said yes.  Should have let the other lady have him.  Kidding!  We danced, I liked him.....drunk and all, and the rest is history.  Now if Gregg was telling you this story he would insist there was a girl in there somewhere that he had brought to the party with him but she was 'no fun' so he dumped her.  But I definitely don't remember any girl...and I was the sober one.
4. Wow.  This is harder than I thought.  Thanks Emily!  Let's see.  What else do I want to divulge that I haven't before.  I remember the first time I got drunk.  I was 13 and was at a party with my sister.  Her friends kept giving me drinks and I swear they tasted like really great pop so I downed every one of them.  Bastards.  When our mother came to pick us up she had to stop every couple of miles so I could puke.  You can imagine how mad she was.  Could have cared less I was puking up blood, just furious it 'looked bad' for her.  The next day she sat me at the table and told my stepdad how drunk I got and he should beat me talk to me.  His exact words to me were "Well.  The next time you drink you should drink at home.  It makes it easier."  My mother cursed and swore and yelled and....ya.  Not too happy.  But don't worry.  She made up for the beating after he left for work.
5. And since I'm on the fast track to hell.  How about.....I remember the first time I got high.  I was 14 and oh man!  I loved it.  I loved everything about.  Marijuana back then isn't like it is now....not that I would know!!  It was pure great stuff back then and it was mmm mmmm good.  I was happier, I was more talkative, more relaxed, and hungry.  I was hungry a lot.  But I was a girl who threw hay bales, cleaned out barns, carried water from the pump, and in damn fine shape so who cared if I ate more.  Certainly not me.  I stopped smoking marijuana when I met Gregg.  Stick in the mud.  No really.  He is the greatest.  Rolling eyes.  But I'm older and wiser now and it was a good thing I stopped when I did.  Because mmmmm it was sooooooo darn good and I probably would have really gotten hooked on it.

If you want to tell us 5 things about yourself, do this meme.  Makes no mememind to me.  But it's fun, and makes you think, and it let's the rest of us delve into your world a little bit more.

Centerpiece of the Month-March

I'd love to be able to say I fooled you and this is actually being submitted at the end of the month like the rules state, and I guess I could have cheated and set the post so this entry is on the last day of March but the simple truth is....my daughter and her boyfriend were out last night visiting and I spent the evening with them.  But I am coming on here after they left at 2:51am because I am one dedicated Centerpiece of the Month fan.  Plus I spent just about an hour taking these really bad shots of my centerpiece, so I want to show them.

I still wanted to participate because I really love the Centerpiece Of The Month idea Janelle came up with at Talk Of Tomatoes.  Some people are so creative and others like me stick some twigs in a vase and hope for the best.  The one thing I've learned is a Centerpiece doesn't have to be worth a fortune.  Some of the simplest things can make up a really beautiful centerpiece.

I am already planning ahead to what I want to do for my next month's Centerpiece...and I want color.  Lots and lots of color!