I had prayed to make the right decision about Magoo’s little dog Lilly.  I asked God to help me find what was right for her in her depression over losing dad.  With Lilly’s footprints all over our hearts we had decided to keep her to make her life a little easier.  Making another big move in her life at this time would have really depressed her.  And she loved us as much as we loved her.  Our attempt to love her like Magoo ended Saturday morning.  Lilly had been shaking the day before and I knew it had to be physical pain.  Probably going out in her back again.  Saturday morning she had no use of her back legs and was having a real hard time.  Our wonderful vet here in Fulshear, Marne Baird, Lani, and me made the decision to let her go be with Magoo.  Lilly and Magoo are now running the streets of Heaven together.  And God is finding pecans burrowed in every nook and cranny of Heaven’s corners.  I know that in some strange way the good Lord helped in this….He does work in mysterious ways!  Lilly would never have gotten over the loss of dad and I know that she is safe in Magoo’s arms as I write this.  We love you both!!!

Serendipity on my part.  Don’t ask me how these things happen but they do.  But I have discovered how to disguise a bag of chips so no one….not even Moochie and Starr know I have them.  You know the routine.  Go to the kitchen, grab a bag of chips and every animal, person, or thing comes out of the woodwork for a handout.  Especially Bill.  And remember he can’t hear crap!  How is that?  Doesn’t hear me calling but crinkle a bag of chips and he is standing right in front of you.  Hey, a new way to find your husband….I mean if you really want to.  So the rule of thumb is to see if the dogs are outside, see where all occupants of the casa are, and carefully take the bag of chips or candy….open slowly and quietly….and put them in a baggie.  Baggies don’t make near the noise.  Bill walked right by me.  Moochie and Starr unfortunately smelled something but didn’t seem to be interested because there was no sound.  The only thing that I couldn’t get past the dogs were pork rinds.  The smell and the crunch are too over-whelming.  If you eat pork rinds …you get the drift!

After the death of a loved one, I think one of the hardest things is removal of their clothes from the closet.  Except for Magoo!  It was like a treasure hunt.  I thought Lilly was the little scavenger.  Heck, she had nothing on dad.  I mean you still remember things about certain pieces of clothing but all in all… this was a hoot.  Magoo never bought a “cheap” anything in his life.  But everything lasted him his lifetime.  The suits that he bought in the Galleria in the 70’s were still being used.  There used to be a store in the Galleria called J. Wayne Limited.  It was men’s clothing and it was owned by my cousin Sandra’s husband Jerry.  Most of Magoo’s suit labels were from there.  Suits still looking like he had just had them fitted.  OMG…the shoes.  He even kept a pair of loafers that Lilly had chewed a hole in the toe.  I remember he wore those to the dentist one time with one blue sock and one brown.  The dentist and us had a good laugh.  There was everything from coins to cough drops to paperclips to beer tops in his pockets.  In his desk, we found scrap books of his childhood.  His report cards from grade school…..Boy, I wish I could confront him with some of these.  I seem to remember “I didn’t make c’s”!  Too funny!  I’ll never forget when Magoo passed and Lani stuck her head out the door of his room to summons a nurse..she said “he’s gone” and the nurse said “where”?  And Lani looked at me and we both broke up laughing as Lani proceeded to tell her …dead…left this world…Heaven…with the angels.  I know that Magoo was smiling all the way to the “pearly gates”.  He wanted to leave on a fun note….And he did …all except entering Heaven in a hospital gown instead of one of his J.Wayne Limited suits.  Probably got a kick out of that too!

So, now with all of this behind us, we are now preparing for my surgery on Wednesday.  Have to be at the hospital bright and early and surgery is planned for 7:30.  Dr’s. Bevers and Sehorn will be working on me.  Sehorn will remove the gall bladder and patch the hernia….and Bevers will take a scope and look around for precaution, to make sure none of the cancer has returned.  They are not expected to find anything..all the blood work has been great.  Probably in for two or three day stay.  But all the troops have rallied like they usually do and all is taken care of.  Dusty is moving out here.  He will take over Magoo’s house.  Lani is moving to South Carolina for a while to be with ‘Mr. Wonderful”.  TJ is a golf pro and is working at a country club there.  They are hoping to move back to Texas one day soon.  Don’t get this mama started…it will be hard.  But this is what is good for them at this time and we know where that Southwest jet sits when she is ready for a visit.  OR ME!!!!

Had the boobs squeezed last Thursday.  All is well.  Mammograms are such fun!  If you haven’t tried one you need to.  It qualifies as a form of torture.  Forget water boarding!  Anyway for all of you asking..all results were good.  Keep the prayers going for Wednesday.  I will let you know about the results and all the hospital fun when I get home.

Ride,Baby,Ride!
Hugs!
Leilani

There were so many things that happened during our Vegas trip and before the departure of Magoo.  Bill and I were sitting in the terminal waiting for our flight back to Houston.  I was sipping on a glass of wine and reading a book.  Bill is sitting next to me….first mistake….he begins a regiment of sneezes…a full blown sneeze attack.  One of the sneezes forces his arm to fly up and molest my wine glass.  He knocked it all over me.  I was wearing a gray sweatshirt and jeans.  Now I’m wearing a Merlot colored sweatshirt and spotted jeans.  So I get up, with the entire flight of people going to Houston, laughing, and head to the restroom.  I lean over the sink and drench my shirt with water and a little soap.  Women were trying to help.  Of course asking …”what happened”?  Especially since I looked like I had entered myself in a wine grenade battle with wine aliens.  All I had to say was…my husband….and everyone agreed that it had to have been a man’s fault!  So now I am bent over the hand dryer.  You know the machines that could blow a polar bear off the Arctic ice from Las Vegas.  The ones that you have to restart every 10 seconds because in that short time you could remove every freckle from your hands.  So I am draped over this blow dryer and I look like I’m trying to make love to the damn thing!  Yes, some idiot called security.  Two come in asking what I am doing and all I do is point outside where Bill is sitting and remind them of whose fault it was.  And could I please have him arrested!  Laughing with admitting that it does look kinda strange.  I’m sure everyone was amused but me. 

Then we get on the plane.  We have a great trip home and retrieve our luggage.  Get in the truck for our ride to the hospital to see dad and then home.  The  minute we get home Bill is in panic mode.  What’s wrong Bill?  Nothing.  Really?  Ten minutes later it’s…don’t get mad.  OK.  I lost one of my hearing aids.  The “shot heard around the world” did not happen in 1775…it happened in 2013!     

We have decided to keep Lilly.  Family decision.  We could not let her go without trying to get her out of her depression of losing dad.  As you know we had her on sedation pills…did not work.  We even tried those with muscle relaxers…did not work.  Now the vet says she has separation anxiety.  OK….now we are on separation anxiety pills.  Lilly has a “shrink”.  Now I need one!  Our only problem is keeping Lilly and Starr separated.  Wish us luck.

I will have the boobs squeezed on Thursday.  Mammogram time.  And then my gall bladder and hernia patch surgery will be on Feb. 27TH.  I will have the internal specialist and Dr. Bevers both there.  Don’t mind getting naked with those two hotties working on me.  I’m getting really low on body parts these days.  Oh well, one less part for the cancer to attack if it comes back.  I’m expecting a clean bill of health after this.

Our family would like to thank George H. Lewis and Sons Funeral Home for their wonderful care of dad.  Magoo has been returned to us and know sitting next to mom and Michele.  I’m sure the conversation going on is priceless.  I have him sitting right between the two ladies.  I hope he gets it in stereo! 

Love is missing someone every single day but knowing they are resting in God’s arms makes it OK.

Ride,Baby,Ride!
Leilani   

Trust is Earned
Forgiveness Takes Time
Faith Is Life’s Key

My mother always said if you don’t trust someone don’t be around them.  Simple.  Distance yourself.  The Bible says there are double the angels around us in God’s name than there are of the devil’s bad guys.  Good odds on the one that you will trust is the right one.  The way I see it, trust is earned and forgiveness takes time.  When someone hurts you or deceives you….it takes lots of forgiveness time.  On the other hand, some people just have the knack to continue to hurt others. Lying, cheating, and full of deceit.  In those cases…forgiveness may take forever.  Again, like trust, stay away from the hurt and pain of someone who doesn’t see the painting exactly the way you do.  Faith is God’s way of keeping us on the right track.  A comparison ….two railroad tracks….side by side.  One track has a train that travels along steady, slows down to enjoy life.  Then you have the other track.  The fast track.  Where the train goes barreling along  to get to it’s destination quickly.  Not slowing down or stopping to help others, view or take in the surroundings.  God wants us to board that first train.  Too many take the second one. 

I believe that life has it’s cycles, it’s seasons, it’s rotations and plans.  Each season or cycle, has a reason…a plan for you.  God has given a plan to you at that particular stage of your life.  You are here for a reason.  Magoo was here in stage one to play out the will of God.  Magoo, was an Eagle Scout,  fought in the war (WW ll), started Big Brothers Big Sisters of Houston, led the community, helped start Lakeside country Club, raised,with my mother, my brother and me, and lived season one to it’s fullest.  Prudent, to say the least.  Now he has been birthed into his spiritual season.  The cycle of hope and love.  Magoo is reunited with Leila, his wife of 57 years, his granddaughter-in-law,Michele, and his great grandson, Daniel.  Ha..all I have to do to talk to Michele is turn on my app for Ghost Radar.  She is always messing with me.  We used to love to do that together and torment the spirits. 

Do you remember things that your mother threatened you with when you were young?  Stuff like..”I brought you into this world, I can take you out”…”Just keep it up”….”wipe that smirk off your face”…”clean that plate, people are starving all over the world”…..”take the bus, I had to walk six miles in the snow to school”….”think about what you did, in fact, think about it in your room”…”now you’ve done it”….”you’d better be home by midnight”….”clean your room or I’ll make you live in it”…”and just how old are you”?…..”do you think that’s funny?, I’ll show you funny”…. or “I’ll knock you to the next planet”.  That kind of stuff.  First of all, what was I supposed to wipe a smirk off with?  Mom you lived one block from the school, did you need a GPS?.  Why do I have to think about what I did…it’s already been done and I love my room, send me there anytime.  If I’m not home by midnight do I turn into a pumpkin?  How old am I?  Mom..if you don’t know , who does?  I thought I was showing you funny!  If I have to be knocked to the next planet, can we go shopping for things for me to wear on Venus?   The funny part is…I said them to my three kids too.  Just something about mom’s and their hand me down theories.  And I always thought mom had lost her mind.  Where did you come up with that?  And good ole Magoo,  dad needed nothing but “THAT LOOK” and my brother and I went running!

It’s really amusing what you think about when you are orphaned.  Hard to believe both of them are gone.  But only gone from season one.  I will meet them one day in season two.  So next blog will be on the adventures Bill and I had while in Las Vegas and a few funnies from the hospital time with Magoo.  I never got to pass on the wonderful get-away to Vegas.  You know Bill screwed something up…right?

Thinking of you all and wanted all to know that Magoo’s Obit is on the George H. Lewis and Sons website…under obits and his name Oved S. Essary.   I have to call to correct a few errors but the pictures are great.  We are planning a “Celebration of Life” sometime in the future. 

Ride,Baby,Ride!
Hugs!
Leilani 

Oh Lord, you have finally challenged me to the limit.  I have done the ultimate “gross out”.  Getting Magoo to poop and pee on/in a pan.  I really thought I had seen it all.  Wrong!  98 year old “rod and reels” are a real piece of work.  For all you mom’s out there I had the pleasure of raising two boys…know what I mean?  Don’t approach the male equipment unarmed.  You need protection of some kind.  A shield, raincoat, mini umbrella, a tarp….anything to protect you from flying residue.  Only difference between a baby and a 98 year old rod is the pressure of the stream!  How can I describe this?  The little guys is like a fireman’s hose.  The 98 year old is like a stopped up garbage disposal.  It seeps like when you flush a disfunctional toilet.  And there is no difference between baby poop and 98 year old poop….it all stinks.  One poop session at rehab sent Lani and I running.  Now remember, Maggoo is on a “puree diet” …all of his foods are pureed.  Magoo waited till we returned from lunch then let it rip.  First asking us to turn him on his side.  Big mistake!  You know it’s bad when your nose hairs curl up and take a sabbatical.  The housekeeping dude walks in with his nose safely tucked in his t-shirt saying here’s the spray for the dirty diap!  Lani and I were hysterical.  We have laughed more during Magoo’s episodes than any other time I can remember.  What a hoot!!!  Nothing like pureed poop!

Lilly, Magoo’s dog, has not only been sedated like Magoo but she is a frigg’in  chip off the ole block.  The dog whines like him, goes to the end of the porch to see if there is a vehicle in the driveway, (just to see if anyone is home…just like dad), nosey!  Then goes in the house and finds some dumb-ass stunt to get attention.  Lilly has taken clean clothes off the table and dragged them all over the house.  She has taken pillows off the bed and couch and drug them everywhere.  She pulled the blanket off the bed.  So I think we need to adjust Lilly’s meds…. She is just as “nuts” as Magoo!  Probably passed by osmosis.  Next thing you know she’ll try to pee off the porch! 

In all seriousness…dad is having good days and bad ones.  He sleeps a lot and is not drugged up.  Just plum tired.  His seriquil, THE PILL, (which we refer to it), doesit’s job at night to keep him calm.  I think a lot of it is boredom.  Unable to move his body from the hips down has to be uncomfortable to say the least.  Add 98 years to that and a few medical set backs like congestive heart, teeth rotting away due to age, sleep apnea, macular degeneration of the eyes, and prostate cancer and you’ve got a guy ready to exit to the spiritual world.  Anyway we are hoping for quality of life and not quantity.  So we have decided not to insert a feeding tube but to let him eat normally which could cause the lungs to fill. Aspirate.  So we decided on pureed foods, which I mentioned before, and thick liquids.  So hoping for a quick recovery or a quick exit with no pain.  Magoo begins his rehab today….ought to be a trip!!!

So much more to write about so I will keep the stories coming.  Probably add a few updates this week to keep every one abreast of Magoo’s progress.  Thank you again for all the calls, cards, e-mails and prayers.  Y’all are the best!

Hugs,
Ride,Baby,Ride!
Leilani

At 5:45 AM on Thursday, January 17TH, Magoo hit the carpet with a crash!  The port-a-potty went head over heels with him.  I jumped out of bed bolted to the monitor, only to see a laid out, carpet kissing, rug hugging Magoo.  Not to mention the pee all over the carpet.  Lani called 911.  The operator asked Lani 3 times was she sure of dad’s birthday.  Born in 1914…for the third time!  The paramedics whisk him off to the hospital.  They were almost sure he broke something.  In the emergency room we met our doctor who informed us the x-ray confirmed a break.  Femur has lost the ball in the ball joint.  In other words the femur snapped and left the ball in the hip joint.  surgery was scheduled for Friday morning.  Bill is in charge of dad’s “rod and reel” (you know…the male who-who).  So urinal duties were Bill’s.  What a disaster!  And we are not even out of the ER yet.  In the meantime we are given a room and dad is given a little morphine for pain.  Now, we are are sitting there in disbelief as the nursing team has to revive Magoo from “flat lining”.  He had a reaction to the small amount of morphine given.  So now they have to give him the antidote to save him.  Amazingly …Magoo is back!  Hell…it’s not even noon yet!  So the night before surgery, Lani and I are in dad’s room, nestled in on our couch bed.  Drinking our wine and playing gin rummy.  Dad is spaced out on the bed and talking out of his ass and his poor nurse, Harry, has his hands full…literally!  Now he is in charge of dad’s “peeing” duties.  Which Bill was happy to turn over to him.  Now, Harry draws the curtain and this is what Lani and I hear.  Hi pops!  Do you want to hold it or do you want me to?  Do you have it in?  Do you feel anything coming out?  Does that feel better?  Lani and I are on the floor!!!!!  We had to bury our heads in our pillows so that the entire wing could not hear us laughing.  So what do we do?  We get the cell phones out and start taking pics with our wine and Lysol can.  We sprayed everything before we touched it.  Don’t leave for the hospital without it! 

Back at home Lilly (Magoo’s dog) is so lonesome.  She barks and howls from missing dad.  So not only are we sedating Magoo… but his dog too.  We leave the TV and lights on 24/7 and give her extra time when we are home.  Bought extra toys and chew stuff for her.  So back and forth we go.  Home to hospital.  Chocolate coffee to motor oil coffee.  Nice hot shower to sink spash.  Nice cozy bed to sharing a couch with Lani.  Head at opposite ends so we have Lysol sprayed socks in each others face.  What a great experience.

Friday morning we are escorted to surgery pre-op.  Dad has stayed groggy since his “near death” episode.  But again amazingly makes it through surgery with flying colors.  Now the fun part starts.  After surgery the doctor comes to tell us that he put in a new hip joint.  And dad would be in recovery for a while and then back to his room.  So Lani, Bill, and me go home to shower and get us something to eat.  We haven’t even stepped foot in the door until we get a phone call.  Magoo is screaming at everyone and hitting the nurses.  So by the time we get there they have put “boxing” gloves on him.  Large, soft and white. Giant mittens so he doesn’t hurt himself or anyone else for that matter.  So now he is trying to get out of the gloves so he can pull every tube he has…out!  This includes the “rod and reel” tube!  Now Magoo is not only supporting gloves but they had to restrain his hands.  His legs are already restrained because of the hip replacement.  Poor Magoo…he was crying for help.  But how do you explain to a 98 yr. old that is doped up, anything.  He didn’t even know who we were.  The doctors say this is very common in the elderly.  So we had his pain meds changed and also gave him a “relaxer” which has calmed him down and helped him sleep…a lot!  Which is great for everyone involved.

So now I am physically compromised and mentally challenged.  Kinks in the back from the wonderful sleeping arrangements and mentally stressed out!!!  But hanging in there.  Lani and I actually slept at home last night.  Bill has been back and forth doing honey-do’s.  The hospital sent a “sitter” for dad and we did not have to worry about anything.  Such a relief.  I will update everyone as things happen.  Please know that we appreciate  all the e-mails, calls, and cards.  Your support through all our unfortunate ordeals the past few months has helped more than you will ever know.  But today is a new day and my 62ND birthday.  So God has granted me another year.  I pray that He continues to hold me tight and give me strength to deal with Magoo! 

HUGS,
Ride,Baby,Ride!
Leilani 

Getting started today with medical updates.  Bill will be having a sleep apnea test tonight.  He gets to spend the night at the clinic and snore all he wants to.  Bill has had bouts of restless night sleep and Dr. Odhav wanted to have his sleep habits checked out.  So today he has to limit caffeine intake, can’t take an afternoon “power nap” and show up at the clinic tonight.  So I have put a “do not sit” sign on his recliner.  I know if Bill sits for 5 minutes in that chair his ass will be asleep. 

I had my blood work done on Monday and my Dr. Bevers appointment yesterday.  Happy to report that the CA125 was a 3.5 and pelvic exam looked good.  Well, I don’t know if it looked good to the Bev….from his view, but it looked good as far as a medical standpoint.  So I will return in 3 months for another blood test and physical.  And here’s the catcher…I have a hernia.  Right above my belly-button that will have to be fixed sometime in the future because it will only get bigger.  I am still having gallstone misery every once in a while.  So I was hoping to combine the two surgeries and get it all taken care of at once.  Kill two birds with one stone…no pun intended!  Surgery date pending since Bill and I will be headed to Vegas for my birthday.

When in doubt..serve meatballs.  Swedish, Italian, Home-style, and Spicy.  They come frozen or make your own.  Which is a good excuse to open an incredible bottle of wine to sip on while you slave in the kitchen.  Quick, easy,satisfying…kinda like sex.  I guess it depends on how much work you put into it.  (For anyone under 21, let’s put your parents on the spot and ask them what this means)!  The “crock pot” not the “crack pot” serving it really gets the credit.  And depending on your taste…flavors are numerous.  Personally there is a “Roasted Raspberry Chipotle Sauce” that is made right here in Texas, Fredericksburg to be exact, that will knock your socks off …or whatever else you prefer to shed.  It is a specialty product of Fischer & Wieser.  This all natural and gluten free sauce is named RAZZPOTLE.  Other thoughts on serving ideas are to add to any pork or beef, use as a dip for chicken fingers, mix with vinegar and oil to use as a salad dressing or pour over cream cheese and serve with crackers.  I have even used it in wine pairings and tastings.  Anyway, try it out….really a hit with company.

We have a Hurles remote alert.  The remote has grown testicles!  Bill fell asleep in his recliner and happened to be snacking on what else but… leftover meatballs, and dropped the remote right smack dab in the middle of the plate.  (No, the man did not hear it fall).  Scared the poop out of me when I saw it.  Looked like the remote needed a vasectomy!

How long can you keep leftover pie?  Don’t know why but in our home sweets are pretty much a special occasion.  Anything chocolate is usually eaten or given away…right away.  This prevents the temptation and saves the butt some damage.  Bill will eat a piece of pie with his coffee every now and then.  I, on the other hand…not at all. Only exception for me are SNICKERS.  Do not wave a Snickers under my nose.  Magoo is a disposal for any stray sweet that comes along.  He actually hears it calling his name.  Magoo…here I am!  Magoo…come get a big bite!  If the man figures out that we have had a gathering of any kind, he knows there are “hidden butt expanding treasures” at the house.  Magoo on the loose!  In coming!  Pie alert!  I can definitely report in a modern day science journal that 98 year old minds have radar for pie.   

Take care everyone.  We are slowly recovering from our loss of Michele and Dusty is doing as well as expected.  Each day is a little better.  The Lord has his plan and we will pray that each day brings good things and lots of healing.  Thanks again for all the prayers.  Not only for Michele but for my blood work.  We are truly blessed to have you all near.  

Hugs!
Ride,Baby,Ride!
Leilani    

This past Saturday was a very sad day for our family.  If you follow me or Lani on Facebook , you already know that my we lost my beautiful daughter-in-law to congestive heart failure at the ripe ole age of 31.  The good Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away.  Death is always a mind messer-upper.  Especially when it takes one so young and near and dear to you. Precious Michele (my youngest son Dusty’s wife) was loving, beautiful in and out, talented artist and a real hoot to be with.  Every time I walk into our den I can just imagine her flying through the door saying “hi mom…thumbs up Bill”!  As I mentioned on Facebook, Heaven is in for a real treat.  I’m sure she has already rearranged and organized everything.  Female angels are now decked out in “spiky heels” and matching halo’s.  The banana bowl needs refilling and the Lil Debbie snacks are missing.  But in Heaven they refill automatically. I will miss you dearly Michele but I know that you get the best hugs ever now in the arms of God.  Earth hugs sent to you.  Please keep my son Dusty and Michele’s mom Carol in your prayers.

NO CLUE!!!!!  The crime happened in the bathroom, with the shampoo by the bathroom phantom.  Remember the fun times playing “Clue”? “Elementary my dear Watson”….or at least it was easy for Sherlock Holmes.  So why am I having such a hard time figuring out what or who keeps screwing with the bathroom.  #1..your in the country, so don’t flush anything you don’t want to see again.  The septic ghost will get you.  Believe me!  Here are my few observations. 
The bath accessories in the guest bath are light blue.  If they appear a different color or have an unapproachable smell…throw them in the laundry basket.  THEY ARE NOT CLEAN! 
The hair in the bottom of the tub or shower and the drain do not need shampooed! Please don’t shampoo the hair that has fallen out of your head.    Make sure all caps are tightly screwed back on.  This includes liquid soap and conditioner as well.  I could probably make 3 wigs with the amount of hair that is down that drain….probably not enough Liquid Plumber in town.
Don’t try to break the Guinness Book of world records on how long you can have a hot shower.  How about this…long hot showers make you go bald and cause you to catch the “hot shower disease”!
When you write or draw stuff on the glass shower door…I can read what you wrote later on.. thanks to the soap residue.  Some are quite amusing.
Room spray is there for a reason.  Please use it if you poop!!!!!!

Well…my BUTTS R US time of year is coming to a close.  Football season has only a few games left to enjoy the derriere scenery.  So I’ll switch to cowboys in Wranglers for the rodeo season.  I’m going to need a new picture of the back side of George Strait.  For some reason the picture has mysterious finger prints on it.  I’ll have to get Lani for that!!! Ha!   

I guess Bill and I are aging gracefully.  We watched the New Year’s Eve ball drop while in bed with bottled water.  Remembering everything , good and bad, that happened in 2012.  Loved ones and friends lost and new friends gained.  Praying for those who need Heavenly help and for world peace.  I mean…what gets into some people?  It”s amazing to me that people go through life not caring about others or how they feel.  Or only help people out for money.  Then something happens to “them” and all of a sudden they need someone.  And guess what?  Who’s there to help?  Whether it be a life changing event…illness, divorce, jail, or a car accident…all of a sudden they need someone.  Yes, we are praying for them too.  Bill and I hope everyone has a great 2013.  Go over life’s speed bumps slow and the ride won’t be so bumpy.  Special prayer out to brother-in-law Ray in Ohio battling pancreatic cancer. 

Ride,Baby,Ride!  Hugs!
Leilani