Monday, November 12, 2007, 2:15 p.m., C.S.T., Nashville, Tennessee~

Dear Journal~

Louisiana Sandusky here.

I am sitting up in bed, waiting for hubby-dear to come home. He had a doctor's appointment at 1:30; he should be finishing up anytime now.

Just a normal checkup; nothing major. Bill has been doing great since his back surgery. Doctor just wants to make sure that all is well with him (which it should be). Even with his own health problems (arthritis, allergies/asthma, high blood pressure, bi-polar disorder), Bill has been doing quit well as of late; just has been exhausted due to the extra duties he's had to take on since I have to be on bedrest.

The kids are in school; they should be home within the hour. Buses should start arriving around three fifteen/three thirty/three forty five. Then after the kids get home, we'll get ready, go to the Golden Corral, where they are feeding all veterans free meals, as their way of honoring them, saying thank you for your service.

A very nice gesture, indeed; we've gone for the past five years; this is the sixth year Golden Corral has done this; and it's proven to be more popular and bigger every year.

Tonight, Bill, Michael, Barbara, my dad, his wife (my step mother), and Johnny are going out to eat; the others will have something to eat here. I'll be going too; just have to take my wheelchair is all. Of course, Ronee' is a bit miffed because she doesn't get to go; yet Bill reminded her that she went yesterday, and that calmed her down.

Daddy will eat free while the others have to pay (Bill's paying by debit card).

The place is expcected to be rockin' tonight; the line will probably be out the door by the time five o'clock rolls around; it will probably be solid business until eight/eight thirty, when the crowd usually starts winding down. It always generates a lot of revenue for Golden Corral, and it makes the veterans--not to mention, their friends or family--happy.

It's nice someone remembers; too many times the veterans are forgotten, which is a downright shame.

The only kids who are home with me now are Emir Muhammed, our youngest, and Bjorn. Both boys are napping; they should be awakening up by three, just before the buses come; then I will have to fix them both a snack, so they won't be starving by the time we leave for the restaurant. I am enjoying the peace/quiet emmensely; it isn't very often when this happens in OUR house!

The dog, "Cajun Gold", is lying at my feet, snoring softly. She sounds like she's swallowed a pair of bellows from the fireplace! She's wheezing! LOL Poor little puppers...Seems like she's tired too from her day.

Yesterday Bill took some of the kids (and my father) to the veteran's parade downtown, and then to the veteran's hospital, where they visited sick/injured veterans the rest of the afternoon. They all had a wonderful time. It's nice that they want to do this; it's their way of thanking those brave men and women who gave themselves so that we, as a nation, could remain free.

It's the only right thing to do.

Well, I am getting sleepy, so I am going to take a quick nap. Take care and God bless!

(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tennessee, Louie May. :)