March 22, 2008
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“Teri Lynn Vancil-Buchanan….where are you?” a grandmother’s cry for help…again.
I was horrified to realize after I had posted the blog about my missing granddaughter that I had misspelled Clint’s last name. My mistake was due to being very upset and hating the man, I think. (Okay…maybe getting old has some small part in it, too). The thing is, all my grandchildren have the Vancil surname and my daughter never married him so I could have gone the rest of my life never having to spell the darn name.
I found out how to correct my blog so anyone viewing it from this day forward will have the correct spelling. I have started my own search but, even if she had a site on MYSPACE or one of the others that young people have these days, it would be under a pseudonym so I’m screwed that way. I wouldn’t even recognize her face as it is today. I have pictures galore of her as a young child but then the contact ended. I DID have some pictures of her sent to me via email by her father once when she was about 10 but I lost those when my hard drive crashed. It was a worm I think so even an attempt to retrieve them would not have worked.
I am completely dependent on hoping that someone in this big country of ours recognizes the story or the name and emails me or some such thing. One of my sisters checked and found out we ARE listed in the Yahoo white pages so if Teri Lynn finds out we are looking for her, maybe she will remember our first names. I told my sister, D, that I wonder if I could get us republished in the yahoo white pages as Grandma and Grandpa Vancil to make it easier? That got a laugh, of course.
The Beast is sick still. He woke up with a chest cold the other morning and tried ignoring it to fight it off but that never works for him. He needs to baby himself and get a lot of rest. I did get him to take some Dayquil but he wouldn’t take the Nyquil because it was cherry-flavor. He likes the original and swears the cherry doesn’t work for him. I think that’s all in his head but you can’t argue with a man. He’s running a slight fever and keeps getting the chills. He was on the couch last night with a heating pad and a warm blanket I got for him. That’s HIS idea of babying himself. He’s even worse today so I will be doing the chicken noodle soup thing and keeping him hydrated with tea or whatever liquid of choice that he’s up to drinking.
Our weird weather isn’t helping much. It’s been up in the low 70′s during the day then dropping down to about 35 at night. We have had two great sunny days out of the last three but tomorrow, Easter Sunday, is supposed to be cloudy and rainy. That means high humidity and more chills for the Beast. I’m going to have to run up to WalMart today and pick up a ham for our dinner tomorrow (if he’s up to it). But ham is on sale so I’m going to bite the bullet and make it for us. I’ll cut up and separate the leftover ham and freeze it for future meals. Now if I can only find some dried split peas in this town, I will be a happy camper. I haven’t been able to find any in months. Since I am flying to Chicago in a couple weeks for a wedding, I might just have to buy myself a supply while I’m there to bring home with me. Incredible, isn’t it? Something as basic as split peas and it’s like a rare commodity in this area of the south.
I guess I’ll break down and buy the Beast some of his favorite flavor Nyquil while I’m there. I have to see the pharmacist anyway about why he only gave me 20 pain pills with 17 refills! I have a feeling it has something to do with my new Rx card. Since when do insurance companies have the right to determine how many pills you get when it’s ordered by a physician? This isn’t the first time I’ve had that happen but it pisses me off that the pharmacist didn’t talk to me and let me know about this so we could decide on an alternative. You know, like me paying for the pills the insurance company doesn’t want to cover? Is that so difficult? I just don’t know about this lack of common sense that is going around any more. It’s like a disease has destroyed common sense and it’s spreading.
Well, time to get the beast some chicken *penicillin* and make up my list for the store. Love you all and remember the name *Buchanan*. If someone knows a Teri Buchanan she WILL recognize the Vancil name if asked, I am sure.
Tell those you love that you love them often. Happy Easter everyone.
