Dased and Confuzed

It's been exactly one month since I lost my mind.

Short version:

November 14, 2012

• clicked on notification on FB from cousin - Carl Tipton
• Recognized Carl, but the name "Tipton" just didn't compute (why would he change his name?)
• Closed notification
• "tried" to read a post by FB friend
• massive jumble of letters (has she forgotten how to spell?)
• tried sounding out words phonetically, i.e. a-ma-zon
• nope, don't have a clue what that means
• slam my computer shut
• Neal calls from living room, "When did Frank Mitchell leave?"
• Me: Who?
• Neal: Frank Mitchell--Channel 8 weather man 
• (who incidentally works out at our gym and has been "our weather guy" for umpteen years)
• Me:  Frank......?
• Neal:  MITCHELL--FRANK MITCHELL
• Me:  That's not right........
• Break down in hysterical tears
• Neal wants to know what's wrong
• Me:  I was trying to read something on.....you know....
• Neal:  Facebook?
• Me:  No.....you know.....
• Neal:  Facebook!
• Me:  No....face......
• Neal:  Book!  Facebook!
• Me:  No....that's not it.....
• I give up and go to sleep on the couch

One MRI, one MRA, one Carotid Doppler, one CT Angiogram and thousands of dollars later--

• my arteries have some plaque and stenosis but not "significant"
• doctor goes back to original diagnosis of "complex migraine"

I get it.  Sort of.  A complex migraine can imitate a stroke.  But everything I've read indicates that the symptoms are gone within 24-48 hours.  I have been language-challenged for a month.  

The good news is--since my arteries are not as clogged as originally suspected, I can go back to my smoking, drinking, high-fat diet and slothful lifestyle.

A Word from God

This may sound pompous, or scary, or crazy to you.  I'm okay with that.

I'm pretty sure I heard from God this morning.

There.  I said it.  And I'm not taking it back.

As I was praying this morning, I talked to God about the election results.  I'm not an Obama fan.  Sorry.  I'm also not a Romney fan.  Sorry, again.  But I did vote, and although Oklahoma went my way, it wasn't enough.

So I was praying for our country, not only for our economic stability, but for Obama to seek God's will.  And in the middle of my inept rambling I heard myself pray this:  "God, I pray that Americans who believe in You and salvation through Your Son will have the loudest voices."  Oh my God!  (and I say that with utmost respect)

So now I just have to be open to opportunities that He gives me to be one of those voices.

"Meanwhile, the moment we get tired in the waiting, God's Spirit is right alongside helping us along.  If we don't know how or what to pray, it doesn't matter.  He does our praying in and for us, making prayer out of our wordless sighs, our aching groans."  Romans 8:26 The Message

Random Discoveries

Today I found Corpus Christi's Antique Row.

And I scored this sweet set of old hat boxes.

$82.50?  Really?  Obviously I'm not the only one who thought that was an outrageous price since it was in the 75% off room.  $20.63.  Oh yeah.

Then I found this under Neal's truck.

Anyone wanna "take a stab" at a caption?  I got nothin'.

Virtual Hunting

Stella can't keep up with the squirrels today.

I Heart Paris

Eiffel Tower

From the bottom...

And from the top...

Notre Dame

Inside...

And out...

As you can see, it was raining most of the day.

Did we care?

We did not.

Arc De Triomphe

Weary travelers, the night before departure.

Paris Hilton

-- where I went to the Executive Lounge for a late night snack in my hotel slippers.  It was my turn to embarrass Janet.

The Netherlands

Yep.  We stumbled upon the very same windmill we saw last year, simply by meandering through the countryside.  

In Maastricht, we took a cruise on the Maas River, where I think we all caught a little shut-eye.  Apologies to the Captain, but the breeze, the gentle water, and the monotonous babble of the tour in three different languages was just too much for these exhausted travelers to be expected to stay alert.

This woke Janet up.  An RV park on the Maas.  I guess she took pictures to entice Joe to make this trip some day.

(She also took pictures of a guy mowing the grass at the Leaning Tower of Pisa.  For Joe.  I'm sure he's packing his bags.)

Crepes for lunch!  Cheesy, delicious and HUGE.  When will we learn to share orders?

This is the look Sherry had every time we ordered a meal.

When Greg left to fetch the van, the four of us ladies walked across the town square.  A group of students were apparently having a video scavenger hunt and roped us into singing their school song with them.  We assured them we only spoke English, but that didn't seem to matter.  So there's a video.  Probably on YouTube.  With us singing a Dutch High School song.  I'm sure it's gone viral by now.

Verviers, Belgium

If you had asked me to describe Belgium after last year's visit, I would have said, "grey." That would have been wrong.  Last year it was cool, cloudy and rainy.  This visit was warm and sunny, and now I would describe it as "beautiful."

Last year

This year

See what I mean?

We stayed at the Verviers Vandervalk Hotel, which used to be a train station.

Very different from the hotel in the Netherlands where we stayed last year.  (Remember the story about breaking in?)

Anyway.  This hotel was quite lovely.  And we were never locked out.

Belgium has several American cemeteries, Henri Chapelle being the largest (if I have my facts straight).

After an amazing worship service on Sunday, we took a drive to the church's campgrounds. 'Cause we haven't spent near enough time in the car.

Then on to Malmedy for our Belgian waffles!

I quit after 4.  Carol would still be eating if they had kept the jam coming.

We had a wonderful visit with Jean-Marie and Suzanne.  Except for the slight hiccup when Greg ratted me out  announced that I was no longer attending the home congregation.  I thought Jean-Marie was gonna flip.  I'm thinkin' this is probably my last trip to Europe. ;-) Good luck photoshopping me out of all the pics.

Subtle.  Yet makes a statement.

Vercelli, Italy to Kehl, Germany

Last year, we all agreed that Switzerland was our favorite destination.  So Greg decided to just pass through on our way to Germany this year.  Huh?  Not even one night's stay? Well we added Italy this year.  I guess I'm okay with that.

So here is our whirlwind drive through Switzerland.

Verbania Lake

The Alps

The long and winding road.

(I'll spare you the video of Janet freaking out.)

It really is a long way down there.

She looks calm.  Because I'm downhill.  And--I'm holding her hand.

More cow bell, please. 

Well, Hello!

Now I'm freaking out a little. :)

We stayed the night in Kehl, at the same hotel as last year.  Pretty uneventful, except an awesome dinner.  The guests at the next table were very interested that we were American and practiced their English on us.  They also helped us order.  Pretty cool.

Next stop -- Belgium.

Italia - Conclusion

Absolutely HATED having to leave Rome.  But we had places to go and people to see.

San Gimignano

Driving through Tuscany we stopped at the sweet little town of San Gimignano, where we did lots of shopping.

Cool wishing well in the middle of the square.

Yay!  Ice Cream!  Braums has nothin' on Italian Gelato.   And believe me, we ate enough gelato on our trip to be qualified judges.

We saw (and posed with) more naked men in 10 days than we had seen in our lifetimes!

And we got to share toilet facilities.  Awesome.

(This in no way corresponds to the previous photo caption.)

We also made a short stop in Siena.

Olive Grove

Tuscan countryside

Florence!

Loved it.  Wanted to stay longer.

Michelangelo's David

Well, at least a replica.  This was probably one of my biggest disappointments.  We didn't get to see the original David.  I was outnumbered 4-1.  Hello!  We're in F-L-O-R-E-N-C-E. Anyway.  I'm still in love with Florence.

 Ponte Vecchio

View from our hotel window.

Duomo di Firenze

Pisa

You have to take this tourist-y picture.  It's a rule.

This is known as the Field of Miracles.  And it's a miracle the tower hasn't tipped right over after all these centuries.

There are actually people walking around up there!  Not my thing.

Rapallo

The Mediterranean

Brought back a few of these pebbles for my collection.

From here we drove to Vercelli in northern Italy for the night.  That's where Sherry was almost killed by a shattering shower door.  And where was the camera then, Carol, hmmmmm?

Italy was incredible.  But we need to introduce them to the coffee mug.  They serve the best coffee ever--but give me a the Venti instead of the cute, wee, little cup.  And forget about espresso.  Delicious, potent and for a mere 4 euros (5 bucks) you get two tablespoons of espresso in a toy.

And that, my friends, is the short version of our tour of Italy.