“No, We Don’t Supply Toliet Paper Anymore… People Kept Stealing It”!


“No, We Don’t Supply Toliet Paper Anymore… People Kept Stealing It”!

By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

 

 

 

Gloria Faye Brown Bates/Granny Gee….. Summer 2013…………………………………………………………….

 

 

Riding down the road with his friend, John asked him to stop at a local store.  They’d just gotten back from a trip they’d been on.  Home was probably ten miles away… but, John couldn’t wait to go to the bathroom.

 

Earlier, he and Jim had eaten lunch in a town fifty miles away.  They ate hotdogs, french fries… drank Pepsi Cola.   John began to feel a strange sensation in his stomach.  It was gurgling, and he knew he ‘had to go’!  The hotdogs had made him sick… probably damn food poisoning.  He knew the symptoms.

 

They pulled into the parking lot.  John told Jim he couldn’t wait for him, he ‘had to go’.  He didn’t want ‘to go’ in his pants!   He walked, almost ran to get inside the store.

 

At the counter was an older, fat guy in a dirty tee shirt.  He looked nasty… John didn’t give a damn.  He just wanted to use his bathroom.

 

He asked the old guy if he could use the bathroom.  The old guy told him it wasn’t a public bathroom… but, ‘if’ he had to use it… the door was… right there.

 

John entered the bathroom, closed the door.  He began to frantically unbuckle his belt… jerked his pants down.  No sooner than he began to sit… everything in his stomach gushed out of him.

 

He began making the sounds everyone would laugh at, including him… but, this wasn’t funny!  He knew the old man could hear his… misery.

 

He sat there with his head in his hands.  Damn, his stomach was cramping.  Finally, John felt like he had finished.  He turned to get toliet paper, discovered there wasn’t any on the spool… what the f___!

 

He stood up, pulled his pants up just enough not to soil them… went to the door.  He opened it a crack, saw the old guy sitting on his stool.  He asked him if he had toliet paper.

 

The old guy looked at him… blinked his eyes, said… “no, we don’t supply toliet paper anymore, people began stealing it’.  John looked closer at the old guy, asked him was he kidding.  The old guy told him, “no, I’m not kidding.  We don’t supply toliet paper anymore.  People began stealing it”

 

John stood there a moment… to see if the old guy was joking.  He soon realized the old guy was telling him the truth.  In fact, the old guy had begun to read his newspaper.

 

Son of b____!  John was pissed.  What in the hell was he going to do now?  He finished pulling his pants up gingerly.  He prayed he could ‘sit just right’ on the seat until he got home, not mess his pants up.  Ain’t this just a b___!

 

John came out of the bathroom, let the door slam.  The old guy didn’t look up as John walked by.  John really wanted to slap the hell out of the old guy.  He managed to walk out of the store without further ado.

 

He walked to the pickup, got in.  He adjusted his buttocks so, he wouldn’t soil his pants.  He sat there the whole while until he got home… his cheeks squeezed together.

 

In his mind, he cussed that old guy out.  He couldn’t believe what the old guy had said.  “No, we don’t supply toliet paper anymore, people began stealing it”.

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Note by this author:   This really happened to someone we know… it isn’t funny… but, it is… truthfully, if it were one of us… we wouldn’t be laughing.

I Will Know Only When …The Time Comes


I Will Know Only When …The Time Comes
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

 

 

Tommy’s Chest…  This is all I have of … my son.  Opening the lid to this chest is one of the hardest things to do.  I have tried… it’s heavy with grief.  I’ve opened it twice since May 29, 2010.  Inside are Tommy’s things… also, my tears from when I looked in it.

 

 

 


I guess it stands to reason, for me to have Tommy on my mind a lot lately. Another holiday will soon be here… all mothers think of their children. Holidays were special through the years… made that way for a child.

Looking at Tommy’s photos… I can’t believe he’s not here. In his photos, I see a strong, big guy with a sunshine smile. I can still hear his voice in my mind. Oh my God… I really can.

I still know what it sounds like. Suppose I ever heard someone speak like him? I don’t know what reaction I would have. My stomach feel like butterflies are flying around in it. Panicky…

I’ve been thinking about his chest … in my mind, I can see it. It’s a beautiful, deep red, upholstered chest. It sits in my art room… I wish I could get it, bring it to the table… open it, take the few things out that are… his.

I would like to hold them in my hands… close my eyes… ‘feel’ them with my heart. Smell them… to see if I can find the scent of my son. Maybe on his hat… the hat he had on… at his last moment on the beach.

There’s a plastic box in his chest… one that I would have to open, take the contents out. This … is the box that can cause me intense pain, grief. I can’t talk about it… now.

I don’t know if I will get the courage to take his chest down from where it sits… bring it to the table at this holiday. I will know only when …the time comes….

 

 

 

 



WHERE TO DONATE TO CAMIE’S MEDICAL CARE:


WHERE TO DONATE TO CAMIE’S MEDICAL CARE…

By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

 

 

 

Precious Camo/  Camie is sick again.  Please help me with her medical care.

 

 

 Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

Thank-you from my very Heart… Camie has become our world, also… the moment I rescued her last July 4th.  Our three Pups and Skip are my whole world.  They are all I have since Tommy died.

 

 

 

WHERE TO DONATE TO CAMIE’S MEDICAL CARE….

 

 

Some people aren’t sure where to donate… here is the info, again.

 

 

You can simply just call Dr. Fontenot’s office, and tell them you want to donate directly to Camie’s Account.  919-496-2638     His website is:  http://louisburgvet.com/

 

 

You can donate online to her fund:   http://www.gofundme.com/3pqq10  (Precious Camo)

GoFundMe takes a small amount, 5%…. from each donation.

 

Thank you from my very Heart.  Gloria/Granny Gee

 

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Please Help Camie With Her Medical Care… She Is Sick Again


April 12, 2014… Saturday Precious Camo/Camie Update

Camie Went To The Vet Today….. Saturday … April 12, 2014

 

Precious Camo… Camie is sick again… please help us with her medical care.  You can either click on the widget on my blog:  http://happycolorsandgrannygee.blogspot.com/   or, donate directly to her vet, Dr. David Fontenot in Louisburg, NC by calling:  919-496-2638.

 

She has Demodectic mange that won’t get well without expensive medical care… also, skin infection. You can go to her Facebook page to keep up with her as I update daily (or at night).

 

When she goes to the vet, I post her invoices so, everyone can see where their money goes. Her Facebook page is:  https:facebook.com/camocameobates.

 

Thank you for helping us last year when I rescued Camie from the cold, wet ground where she lay dying.  I hoped she would stay well… likely she’ll always have to battle this.

 

Thank-you from my heart.  Camie, and our Kissy, and Chadwick are mine, and Skip’s whole world. Tommy’s gone, they are all I have left.  Please help me get Camie well.

 

Below is the invoice for April 12, 2014, Saturday…. and her medicines.  I posted these on her Facebook, also

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Today, I took Camie back to her vet, Dr. Fontenot. She is sick again… and needs ongoing medical care that we can’t afford.

 

Today… she was put back on antibiotics… given an Ivermectin injection. She will have to take these injections for some time. She can’t make it without medical care from the vet.

 

For the past two weeks, her hair has begun falling out… and sore places are appearing all over her body. Her skin stays red from the infection in her body, demodectic mange.

 

Camie is loved so very much by my husband and I…. and our other two dogs. She is part of our whole world. We wish that we were able to cover all the expense. We would never ask for anything for ourselves… but, we will to help our dogs. They are all we have in this world.

 

Please help us … help Camie. Please donate directly to her vet, Dr. Fontenot… or to this fund.

 

To donate directly to Camie’s medical care… to her vet, you can call or mail donations. This is the information:

 

Dr. David Fontenot

115 N. Church Street

Louisburg, NC 27549

 

919-496-2638

 

Or… you can donate to this fund… it’ll all go to the same place. Thank you very much for caring, and donating. Below, you can read where I asked you for help to save Camie, when I rescued her on July 4, 2013.

 

I had hoped she could always be well… sadly, she’ll always have this. I stopped the donation campaign for several months to see how she did. Now, I have to begin it again. Today’s visit cost $184.00. Thankfully, there was still enough on her vet account to pay for this visit…. and leave $26.00.

 

 

 

I would like to thank each, and every person in advance for helping Camie. It means our world.

 

You can come be friends with Camie on her Facebook page at:

facebook.com/camocameobates. I update it every day… and when she goes to the vet… I post photos of her invoices so, everyone can see where their hard-earned money goes… and how she is.

 

I post photos of her, and our other two Pups, Kissy Fairchild, and Sweet Chadwick. They love her very, very much.

 

Her Facebook page is where you can keep up with her, also. Thank you from my heart for your help. Gloria

 

I will be posting photos of how she looked last year.  I don’t want her to get like that ever again.  She suffered so much.  So, all through time… here on my blog… I will put photos of her on here… before, after.

 

She is beginning to lose her hair … a lot of it from her tail, feet during the last two medicinal baths.  Thank you again for helping me.

 

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How It Feels To Go … BALD … As A Woman


How It Feels To Go … BALD … As A Woman

Submitted by grannygee on April 12th, 2014
How It Feels To Go … Bald … As A Woman
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

Her scalp tingled; a tingle unlike any sensation she’d ever felt before. In fact, the tingle… hurt. It hurt… bad.

She reached up to touch her hair. Oh, my God… touching her hair hurt so bad. It seemed she could feel each individual hair … where it grew from her scalp. Pain… more pain.

Not only more pain, physically. More pain… mentally. No woman ever wants to lose all her hair. Her hair was long, curly… beautiful. She had just had it cut… short in anticipation of … losing all her hair.

She didn’t know what was going to happen. She’d never lost her hair. Would it all just… fall off her head at one time? Would it come out in… clumps?

She did know that she had never felt such pain in her scalp as she did now. She was very ill… she’d just been diagnosed with cancer… non-Hodgkins lymphoma. She’d also, went through major surgery.

Even with all the medicines, pain in her body… the pain was very noticeable in her scalp. ‘Every hair … hurt’.

The oncologist had explained to her that the chemotherapy drugs would cause this to happen. It would happen soon after she began chemo… sure enough, it did.

She almost opted to keep her beautiful hair. The oncologist told her about how women who were very vain… opted to keep their hair; not take the chemo medicines. They were… dead, now. She was very proud of her hair, wanted to keep it… but, not at the expense of dying. She loved to live.

She was afraid her husband would think she was … ugly. He had purchased the most beautiful wig for her. Curls just like her own curls. Real hair… no one would know the difference; but… she would. The wig was made in such a way that it was very light-weight; easy to care for.

That day… while in the shower… she began shampooing her hair. Oh, how her scalp ‘tingled’… hurt so bad. As she began to rinse it… she began to notice her hair was coming out. It wasn’t all at once… just gradually. It was as if her scalp was … just letting go of it. A little here… a little there.

The evening came… she began to panic. How could she go to bed… without the wig? How? She didn’t want her husband to see her… bald. She was … bald. Only a curl on top of her head, remained.

Tears began to fall. Grief for the loss of her hair made her sob. She laid down with the weight of mental, physical pain. She felt panicky. How could she live without her hair? How could she possibly live without the medicines her body needed to kill the cancer?

Her husband came home later that evening. He came in smiling, glad to see her. She had no idea if he would still love her without… her hair. He knew something was wrong when he saw her face. He went to her, sat down beside her… asked her to tell him what had happened.

She began to speak, cry as she told him that her hair came out that very day. She didn’t have hair anymore… only one curl was left on top of her head. He began to smile… speak to her in a calming voice.

Baby Girl, he said… this is only temporary. Your hair will grow back. I love you very, very much. I love you with… without hair. We’ll get past this… go through one thing at a time. Everything is going to be alright. As he spoke to her… she listened with her heart. She began to feel a peace inside… knowing that everything really was going… to be alright.

That night, she took her wig off, to go to bed. Her husband looked at her, told her he loved his Baby Girl who was now, his… Gerber Baby.

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NOTES BY AUTHOR: Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee
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This is a true story… I lost all my beautiful hair… and in a three year span of time… I lost it once more for the second time.

I opted to take chemo treatments to save my life… I had been vain over my beautiful hair in the past… I didn’t want to die like women before me… who wouldn’t ‘let go’ of their hair to live.

Skip loved me, cared for me… never cared that my hair was gone. He wanted me to live. I never forgot how special he treated me; how well he cared for me, worked… too. He is why I am here.

You never hear women tell how it feels to lose their hair… this one will tell you. How else can someone know… if everyone stays silent?

I’m so … grateful for everything. No matter how bad things get… everything is going to be… alright.

Oh…. I found out the truth about a lot of myths when I was diagnosed with cancer…

One myth is that the cancer itself… caused one’s hair to come out. It is not… true. The chemo drugs that help one to win the battle with cancer… causes one to lose their hair. In my case…. I lose all my beautiful hair…. and in the trade-off to live… one drug damaged my heart.

Another myth is something I’ve always heard… I know you have, too. It’s ‘when they cut her open… the cancer spread so fast … it killed her’. This is not true…. it was most likely in the stage where it was too late to save someone.

I’ll name one more myth, here. All cancer patients have to be …. skin and bones… look like death. That’s so far from the truth… most people don’t show anything to let others know they have cancer. A lot of cancer patients look like … you.

Oh, here’s one more…. all cancer patients get cancer because they smoke… that’s not so, either. People are getting lung cancer now… who have never smoked a day in their life. In my case… no one knows what causes non-Hodgkins lymphoma.

Oh… I grew all my beautiful hair back!

Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

My Personal Robot Is A Happy Robot… Now!


My Personal Robot Is A Happy Robot… Now!

By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

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My personal robot began using tweezers to do my eyebrows. I could see my mother sitting in a chair, watching tv in the living room.

I kept noticing my robot looking at the second tv in the room behind us. Finally, it asked me if we could turn it on. I tried to distract the robot from wanting to turn the tv on.

After all, my personal robot was there… to do things for me; not to sit, watch tv. “Robot, I can’t turn that tv on… we have things to do”, I said.

I stood looking at it…. I called it, ‘it’… it wasn’t male, nor was it female. It was just a … robot. The strange thing was… I didn’t want to hurt… its … feelings.

It stood in front of me, holding the tweezers. It was as tall as I, and it… was a shiny white. I saw its eyes… a sad expression came across its face.

Oh, my poor robot wanted to watch tv! How can I deny it? Robot, go turn the tv on… take a break, sit down. It’s okay for you to watch tv.

I watched its face… a soft, sweet smile spread from it’s mouth up to its eyes. My personal robot… was now, a happy robot!

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Note from this author: I woke up thinking about this dream… about the robot… my mother. I don’t have a personal robot, and my mother died in the year of 2001…

I picked her ashes up on the day of the attack on American soil… the day thousands died when the planes hit the Twin Towers. Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

 

I’m Back!!! Internet After 4 Months! I Love You, Sprint!


I’M BACK!!! INTERNET AFTER 4 MONTHS! I LOVE YOU, SPRINT!!!

IT SEEMS I’M BACK!!!  FINALLY… AFTER SO LONG, INTERNET!!!
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

If you see this photo… you will see that I can’t believe I have internet once again… much less to be able to post photos!!!  :)))))))))))))))  This is a… ‘I can’t believe it’… expression!  My photo of ‘Me’!

Well… I can’t believe I’m back on the internet!  I’ve been like a child on Christmas morning… staying very quiet, holding my breath thinking… ‘is it possible’?  :))))))

I keep taking sighs of relief…. I haven’t had good internet at all since November…. 2013.  They said it would take four months to replace, updated their equipment at Sprint…. it took every bit of it.  Keep your fingers crossed!

I have missed writing, communicating with all my readers, friends.  I am so happy… I keep testing to see if I can do this… do that… all that I haven’t done in so long.  I have one more ‘test’… that’s to see if I can put a photo on this post!  If you see a photo of me here… you know I’m smiling really big!

I look so forward to everyday writing, once again.   Gloria  :)))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))