34 Years Ago…..Part II

Well it turns out it wasn’t such a long night after all. As the labor increased and they shot me full of Demerol to ease the pain I slept a good part of the laboring away. My “husband/coach” decided he was going to spend the majority of my labor, inhaling herbs with his buddy out in the hospital parking lot vs staying in the room helping me focus and breath so I could have this baby naturally.  It was probably about 1:45 AM, on February 20th when I woke up from a nice snooze to feeling like I could  absolutely push every functioning organ in me straight out of my vajenny! Oooh it was intense! The nurse  casually strolled in, did her checking of the dilation process and said “Oh, your at a 10!  Go ahead and push!” Oh, I pushed, and trust me when I say I pushed I did just that! I could have pushed Mt. Rushmore out of me, it was that strong and  I was that determined! Well it worked! She did another exam and I was ecstatic to hear the words “Oh my gosh, we have to get you into delivery, what you did in one push usually takes at least an hour or longer!” I knew she was right on with that, because I got to listen to the classmates wife suffer for quite some time before they wheeled her out! The nurse then said the most beautiful words of the pre birth experience. “We have to call the doctor in right now!” YES!!! The butcher was going to have to roll his arrogant ass out of bed at 2:00 AM in the morning and come deliver my baby! I WON!

Mean while the urge for this little human to come out was growing more and more intense and the pushing urge only increasing. The herb smoking coach was still outside puffing when they asked me if I would like an epidural to decrease the pushing urge. I gladly accepted! Once that was done, I could relax for a few short minutes. They wheeled me into delivery, followed by the doctor and guess who came in lagging in right before the birth began. At that point I didn’t care as the focus was, my baby. The other focus was the butcher was down there with my vajenny and my baby about to make it’s debut. “Please Dear God, please make this quick and get this man away from me”. Prayer answered!

The next thing I know I hear a counting of fingers and toes, a smack on the butt, a baby cry and in my arms they laid the most beautiful baby  I had ever seen in my life in my arms. He would be named Patrick.

Thirty four years later, and me at the age of 56,  I am still in love with that baby. He has grown into an amazing young man, who became a husband, father and now a Sergeant First Class in the US Army. Proud, very, but there is not a word in the dictionary that can describe how I feel about my baby. It is indeed indescribable.

My only regret today is that he was not here in Oklahoma to experience the almost exact same weather conditions as it was the day he was born. Extremely warm for February, and windy. It was spot on weather wise.

So what happened to the butcher, I don’t know, I never saw him again. Thank you Jesus! I of course am still gloating that he had to get out of bed 8 hours earlier than he anticipated. As for the “friend” who kept the coach busy all night, he passed a few years ago. His ex wife told me “His drug  use finally got the best of him”.  And last,  the husband/herb smoking coach, unfortunately he has chosen to distance himself and sadly enough has never laid eyes on his two grandchildren.

Happy Birthday Patrick!!! Your Mom loves you beyond words, along with your beautiful wife and my lil prince Lucas!!!

Hugs,Love,Peace & Roars,
Lion Queen (AKA, Patrick’s Mom)

34 Years Ago…

I am sitting out on my patio right now, having a lovely Cabernet, and listening to the calm in this more than average tempature for February weather.  It’s gorgeous right now! The Lion King is going to run and pick up a nice pizza from one of the finer eating establishments we have here in our little city of Broken Arrow. When he returns we will sit down together, have a lovely dinner, turn on the TV, and just enjoy the fact we are home, comfortable and loving our life together. The Lion Den is at peace.

34 years ago, at approximately this same time as I am writing this very moment, I had just put a homemade pizza in the oven. This was after walking a circumference of 40 acres on my father-in-laws property, in high winds, but extremely warm temperatures for a good part of the day.  A friend of my first husband had just arrived at our trailer, and we were sitting at the kitchen table talking. I turned to get something from the counter behind me and felt a little twinge in my tummy. My thoughts were “That was an odd feeling”. I then got up from the table and proceeded to walk down the hall to the bathroom, then it came. Water! My water broke! It’s time, baby is on its way!

I scurried on to the bathroom, did my business, came out, turned off the oven which held probably the best homemade pizza I EVER made, turned to the husband and said “I need to call the doctor, my water just broke.” Let the chaos begin!!! I called my doctor, he was of course out of town, so the doctor “on call” would be there. When the answering service spoke the name “Dr. Barton” I instantly went into panic mode as I reflected on a previous co-worker saying the words in a previous conversation “Oh Dr. Barton is your doctors partner, well I can tell you this, the man is a butcher!” The word “butcher” rang through my head repeatedly like a voice shouting into the Grand Canyon on a calm day with the echo going for hundreds of miles. Once I snapped out of it, I called my parents to let them know we were heading out. Mean while, the husband kicked his friend out, we turned the oven off, got my bag, and as we headed out the door the phone rang. It was a dear friend checking on me to see how I was. My baby was actually due the day before. I was already a bit distraught as a boy I grew up with and his wife were having a baby, supposedly a week after me, had gone to the hospital on MY due date! How unfair was that I had thought! I told my friend we were on our way out the door. I knew her husband would be there shortly after we arrived. My husband raced to the hospital, flashers going though we had plenty of time.

I got checked in, they took me to the labor room and began the prepping. The room was sized for two patients, and yes there was another lady in labor with me. It just so happens her husband was a former classmate. Oh good, a former classmate is going to hear my cries of “just kill me now!!!” while he probably has the perfect wife, who will whip that baby out with no pain! GAWD, REALLY???!!! The neighbor kid and his wife stole my due date, and now I have to share a room with a former classmates wife, which the former classmate might end up seeing my hoochy! Could this get any worse?!!! Then the doctor came in…OH MY GAWD it’s the “butcher”!  All I could think of was, “Don’t touch me, don’t touch me, don’t touch me, if you do I will die!!” Well he touched, prodded and probed. Then his arrogant ass said to me “Looks like I will see you about 10:00 AM in the morning”. All I could think was “Shit….it’s going to be a long night”….(to be continued)

Hugs,Love,Peace & Roars,
Lion Queen

Women After Fifty…I think we have this wine thing!

So how good is wine for our health?


Wine drinkers have never had it so good. Not only does a glass or two, or even three, taste rather good, it’s remarkably healthy, too, protecting against a whole range of diseases.Cancer, heart disease, stroke, dementia, early death – you name it and the contents of a bottle of vino will cure it, according to almost half the researchers investigating the phenomenon.

The problem is that the other half reckon that drinking wine can lead to serious health damage, causing cancer, heart disease, stroke, infertility and myriad other disorders.

In the latest studies, doctors have found that a few glasses of wine a week can protect women against high blood pressure, and men and women over 55 from blocked leg arteries.

For consumers, the growing number of research results like these just adds to the confusion about whether drinking-wine is really beneficial. In the past, the health guidance on drinking was quite simple: don’t. Even a small amount probably did some harm, it was thought, and anything above the equivalent of 10 pints of beer a week was tantamount to suicide.

But things have changed. Over the past few years, there have been almost as many health studies on alcohol as there are grapes in a vineyard, and each one has a new theory. Many suggest that a moderate amount of wine is good for mind and body.

The result is that the whole issue of health and wine has become as cloudy as a bottle of home-made elderberry. There are even disputes over what type of wine is best.

So what is the truth about wine and your health – is it poison or medicine?


Food poisoning: a glass or two of red and white wine with a meal kills the bacteria responsible for almost all illnesses caused by food.

Brain: wine improves brain function in older women. French researchers found that women over 50 who drank two or more glasses of wine daily were 2.5 times more likely to score in the top 10 per cent in tests.

Arteries: those who drink one or two glasses of wine a day have a reduced risk of developing blocked arteries in the legs.Wine improves circulation, dilates blood vessels and raises good cholesterol.

Infections: red wine, unlike some other forms of alcohol, does not suppress the immune system. Cells fighting off infections are unaffected by moderate amounts.

Dementia: a glass of red wine a day might help ward off neurodegenerative diseases. A compound called resveratrol in grapes stimulates an enzyme in the brain involved in nerve regeneration.

Heart attack: people who drink up to 30 units of alcohol a week are less likely to die of a heart attack than abstainers. Moderate drinking – two glasses of wine for men and one for women – may improve the chances of surviving a heart attack.

Eyesight: moderate drinking of wine – but not beer or spirits – has been linked to a lower risk of age-related degeneration of the retina, which can lead to blindness.

Jogging: runners who drink moderately – two glasses of wine a day – have raised levels of good cholesterol.


Infertility: women drinking five units or fewer a week are twice as likely to conceive within six months as women drinking more than 10 units a week.

Sex: in men, too much alcohol can dilate blood vessels in the body, including those supplying the penis, with a detrimental effect on performance. Blood level of testosterone also falls as alcohol levels rise. Heavy drinking can also lead to testicular shrivelling, hormonal changes and enlarged breast tissue in men.

Acne: alcohol may be a trigger for acne rosacea, and red wine – as well as champagne, gin, beer and whisky – has been implicated.

Cancer: heavy and sustained drinking, usually involving more than 30 units a week for men, has been linked to a range of cancers including mouth, liver, throat, colon and stomach tumours. In women it has been associated with an elevated risk of breast cancer.

Pregnancy: one boozy binge by the mother during critical times in the pregnancy can damage the foetus. Several hours of drinking can delete millions of neurones from the baby’s developing brain. One glass of wine a week is allowed.

Breast-feeding: alcohol is still toxic to the baby’s developing brain. During the first two years mothers are advised not to drink.

Depression: although alcohol is often used as a way of coping with anxiety, it can be a depressant after three or more units.

Weight: alcohol is rich in calories and boosts appetite. Such calories have no beneficial nutrients.


A Few Do’s and Dont’s for Women After Fifty…

1. Don’t skip out on a beauty sleep. Ever.

A good night’s sleep does make a difference to our skin, as it repairs and restores itself while we rest. Lack of sleep makes the skin appear dull and lifeless, and accentuates dark circles under the eyes.

2. Concealing dark circles with much lighter concealer never works.

It will only make you look worse because it will emphasize wrinkles and bags. Apply your concealer with a light hand, layering it thinly over your foundation and “patting” it in place with a small, stiff flat brush (or use your ring finger or a high-quality silk sponge).

3. Want to look really old? Use powder blush.

Your skin is likely not as smooth as it once was, and perhaps has a few lines and rough patches as well. Powder blush will sit in those lines, and your cheeks will end up looking splotchy and uneven.

4. You may be adept at plucking your own brows, but it’s best to leave this grooming technique to a professional.

Droopy eyes can be changed by slightly arching the brows and extending them outward toward the temples (rather than having the tail curve down around the eye). The arch is an important part of the brow, and should be a gradual and very gentle lift.

5. If you have those nasty little vertical demon lines above your upper lip, toss the gloss.

The same thing goes for all dark lipsticks. Unless you have rich dark skin or plump lineless lips, toss those deep shades. They may seem sexy and sophisticated in the tube, but dark shades creep into those lines around your moth and nothing ages you more than “bleeding” lipstick.

6. Don’t be influenced by trumped-up celebrity styles.

Get a color that complements your skin tone, a cut that complements your body type and don’t get obsessed with what you can’t have — especially since a quick glimpse in the mirror should prove you’ve likely got plenty to work with.

7. As for going totally gray, it can be dazzling.

You still have to take care of gray hair with the proper maintenance, including regular cuts, nourishing conditioners and the occasional hair mask. Gray hair tends to be drier and coarser than hair that has retained pigment. Gray hair left unattended will never measure up to the beautiful statement it can make about entering your middle years.

Fifties and only Beginning