A couple of days ago while walking with my kids my son mentioned that I was over 40 now then began singing at the top of his lungs
"OOOOH your half way there..." I took a swing at him and we laughed as seems to always be the case when we are together. Later though I started thinking about what that little twerp had said. Am I? Half way there I mean. Have I reached that point in my life where I can actually say I am half way through it?
I have not done much with my life by most peoples standards. Oh sure I do some charity work and I am written a few things that have been published but what else have I done? I go through life picking up the pieces of everyone elses disasters, as all mom's do, but have I really done anything that when the day comes people will remember me? I know that is such a typical question, but for me it was a bit of a slap in the face. I've disconnected of late. To much sorrow in my surroundings for me to actually want to deal with it.
Before you scold let me explain. One of my best friends has cancer, as well as one of my uncles. My brothers health is declining as we have previously discussed, my health sucks, my kids are getting ready to move away, which is normal. My Aunt has not one but two auto immune disorders that are devastating her body. My grandparents are not in the best of health, and my mother in law just had a heart attack, well technically she had one last month and didn't tell anyone or go to the doctor and is now in and out of the hospital suffering the consequences of her inattention to her health.
You may think I should just move on. Shake it off. But it's a lot for me. I didn't even mention all of it because I can't. Am I depressed? No. I don't think so. I think I am trying to cope and figure things out. However, if I'm half way there, maybe I should stop trying to figure things out and start trying to do something productive. That is where my brain is right now. Please forgive any lapse of time and communication. I may be slightly mentally challenged at this point.
Friday, September 19, 2014
Tuesday, September 16, 2014
Another Wonder Woman story
Time is always of an essence it seems. However, most people do not take into consideration other peoples time. Just the time that affects them. Here is what brought me to this philosophical thinking. (I know. Big words.)
The other day I went to the store, I won't name the store but I will say they have a whole sight called "People of W..." I'm sure you can figure it out.
I basically needed just a few items. Some melatonin, fruit, and one other thing that I forget. Anyway, as I hurried along to find the melatonine, I realized that there were boxes piled up in front of it. I had to decide which way to move the boxes, hoping that I picked the side where it was hidden. I didn't. I had to move all the boxes back the other way and grab it, then replacing the boxes. Next, I go to grab fruit.
This lady and her husband decided to stop and have a debate about which way they should go, meanwhile blocking the entire aisle. I navigated down another aisle to by pass them. As I get to the register I notice that the same couple, where in front of me.
The woman is holding a Wonder Woman halloween costume. No big deal except that it was tiny and she was... fluffy. The gentleman in front of them had exactly three items. Three things of salsa which he was arguing with the cashier about. He said another store had them three for 5. My first thought was...
"Why didn't you go there then." I shut my mouth tight as sometimes my thoughts come flying out of my mouth without my knowing it. There we stood waiting for her to take care of his stupid salsa, and he just wouldn't shut up. The lady behind me groaned and I followed suit.
Now it is Wonder Woman's turn. The cashier looks at the costume the at the woman and says
"Is this for you?" Wonder Woman's husband groans and does the international wave of hands that means
"Do you have a death wish woman? NOOOO!"
Wonder Woman flies into a rage.
"Why are you saying I'm to fat to wear this? It's my size!" She yells. The husbands head is now buried in his hands. The lady behind me snorts and I hear her mumble
"It's not even my size. Is she on crack?" I turn and look at the woman who was indeed half of Wonder Woman's size and I start giggling.
I couldn't help it. She started giggling. Thankfully the lady in front of me didn't hear us. Pretty sure we would have gotten beaten down. Needless to say I stood in a line with two people in front of me each having a total between them of 4 items and it took me almost 25 minutes.
I was thankful for the commentaries from the lady behind me though. She was a God send.
The other day I went to the store, I won't name the store but I will say they have a whole sight called "People of W..." I'm sure you can figure it out.
I basically needed just a few items. Some melatonin, fruit, and one other thing that I forget. Anyway, as I hurried along to find the melatonine, I realized that there were boxes piled up in front of it. I had to decide which way to move the boxes, hoping that I picked the side where it was hidden. I didn't. I had to move all the boxes back the other way and grab it, then replacing the boxes. Next, I go to grab fruit.
This lady and her husband decided to stop and have a debate about which way they should go, meanwhile blocking the entire aisle. I navigated down another aisle to by pass them. As I get to the register I notice that the same couple, where in front of me.
The woman is holding a Wonder Woman halloween costume. No big deal except that it was tiny and she was... fluffy. The gentleman in front of them had exactly three items. Three things of salsa which he was arguing with the cashier about. He said another store had them three for 5. My first thought was...
"Why didn't you go there then." I shut my mouth tight as sometimes my thoughts come flying out of my mouth without my knowing it. There we stood waiting for her to take care of his stupid salsa, and he just wouldn't shut up. The lady behind me groaned and I followed suit.
Now it is Wonder Woman's turn. The cashier looks at the costume the at the woman and says
"Is this for you?" Wonder Woman's husband groans and does the international wave of hands that means
"Do you have a death wish woman? NOOOO!"
Wonder Woman flies into a rage.
"Why are you saying I'm to fat to wear this? It's my size!" She yells. The husbands head is now buried in his hands. The lady behind me snorts and I hear her mumble
"It's not even my size. Is she on crack?" I turn and look at the woman who was indeed half of Wonder Woman's size and I start giggling.
I couldn't help it. She started giggling. Thankfully the lady in front of me didn't hear us. Pretty sure we would have gotten beaten down. Needless to say I stood in a line with two people in front of me each having a total between them of 4 items and it took me almost 25 minutes.
I was thankful for the commentaries from the lady behind me though. She was a God send.
Tuesday, September 9, 2014
remodeling takes time and patience. Guess which one I don't have?
Where to begin? Well last week was super busy. Obviously, since I made no appearance whatsoever!
It started with us needing dressers. Meaghan and Lily didn't have anywhere to put there clothes. The new neighbors up the street just moved into a 3 bedroom from a 5 bedroom and where having a huge garage sale. They had 3 dressers for 85 bucks and the best part is they were wood. Now you may not know this about me but I love, love LOVE, sanding and staining and varnishing wood! It's relaxing to me. I had a great time working with Phil on those. We decided to give our funiture to Meaghan which was given to me by my mom over 20 years ago. It's solid wood so it will last forever, and one of the dressers to Lily and keep two of the dressers for ourselves. That being said we didn't have a bed anymore. Well we had mattresses but nothing else.
Low and behold my sister in laws sister, was selling her bed set.
I was super happy!! So we redid that and put it in our room and now we have a brand new bedroom. However, working with Tim Allen/Phil can be trying. I make suggestions, he shoots them down then we end up doing the exact thing I suggested in the first place. The bed is white with blue panels. I suggested we paint the top blue too. His response? I don't want to sleep in a circus tent. So when we finished and looked at our work what does he say?
"I think we need to paint the top blue. It doesn't look finished without it."
I didn't know if I should laugh or punch him. I just let it go.
As soon as I can find my camera I will post pictures. Then Sunday was my birthday and I turned old. I've never been old before so it was a weird feeling. I hurt all over. My throat was sore and I had a fever. This getting old things sucks.
I found out that it wasn't because I had a birthday it was because I had a sick baby in the house and she infected us all. Whew! What a relief. Because if that is what getting old feels like I decided I don't want to. I feel a little better today and that is a huge relief.
It started with us needing dressers. Meaghan and Lily didn't have anywhere to put there clothes. The new neighbors up the street just moved into a 3 bedroom from a 5 bedroom and where having a huge garage sale. They had 3 dressers for 85 bucks and the best part is they were wood. Now you may not know this about me but I love, love LOVE, sanding and staining and varnishing wood! It's relaxing to me. I had a great time working with Phil on those. We decided to give our funiture to Meaghan which was given to me by my mom over 20 years ago. It's solid wood so it will last forever, and one of the dressers to Lily and keep two of the dressers for ourselves. That being said we didn't have a bed anymore. Well we had mattresses but nothing else.
Low and behold my sister in laws sister, was selling her bed set.
I was super happy!! So we redid that and put it in our room and now we have a brand new bedroom. However, working with Tim Allen/Phil can be trying. I make suggestions, he shoots them down then we end up doing the exact thing I suggested in the first place. The bed is white with blue panels. I suggested we paint the top blue too. His response? I don't want to sleep in a circus tent. So when we finished and looked at our work what does he say?
"I think we need to paint the top blue. It doesn't look finished without it."
I didn't know if I should laugh or punch him. I just let it go.
As soon as I can find my camera I will post pictures. Then Sunday was my birthday and I turned old. I've never been old before so it was a weird feeling. I hurt all over. My throat was sore and I had a fever. This getting old things sucks.
I found out that it wasn't because I had a birthday it was because I had a sick baby in the house and she infected us all. Whew! What a relief. Because if that is what getting old feels like I decided I don't want to. I feel a little better today and that is a huge relief.
Thursday, August 28, 2014
Irreverent sense of humor
I've mentioned before that my brother Shannon and I have serious health problems and that we make fun of each other and laugh about it. It's not mean, it's just the way we deal with it. Better to laugh than cry.
Having said that, here is a conversation we had on facebook earlier. The back story is that I had just received my monthly shot in the eye.
Me: My eye is on fire.
Him: I told you to stop standing so close to the stove.
Me: You are just racist! You think that just because I'm a woman I was cooking? I was vacuuming thank you very much... Oh wait... Scracth that.
You may not find that amusing but we laughed our butts off. :) Hope you are having a fun and funny day too. What do you guys do for a laugh when you are down?
Having said that, here is a conversation we had on facebook earlier. The back story is that I had just received my monthly shot in the eye.
Me: My eye is on fire.
Him: I told you to stop standing so close to the stove.
Me: You are just racist! You think that just because I'm a woman I was cooking? I was vacuuming thank you very much... Oh wait... Scracth that.
You may not find that amusing but we laughed our butts off. :) Hope you are having a fun and funny day too. What do you guys do for a laugh when you are down?
Monday, August 25, 2014
The last first day
Today was a big last day. It's the last first day of school for my son Kyle. He is a senior this year. It was also the last first day of elementary school for my little Mr. P. He is in sixth grade this year. It's hard to think that if all goes as Kyle hopes by next summer he will be out on his own, and my baby will be in Junior High next year. May not seem like a big deal to most but to me it is.
I remember holding both of them after bad dreams and teaching them both to brush their teeth. I remember bed time stories and songs and "Can you tuck me in?" request.
Then one day it stopped. They stopped asking me for help. They stopped holding my hand. They stopped wanting me to walk them to school and they stopped asking me to bandage their knees and kiss it better.
They started getting embarrassed by public shows of affection and the words " I love you" were never to be spoken in front of friends.
The dancing stopped in the stores and they didn't even want me to pick their clothes.
No notes in lunch boxes please. After all the girl I like might see it or one of my friends.
Bouquets of dandelions and weeds were replaced with a quick hug and rushed I love you as they ran out the door.
My boys are growing up and they are leaving me behind and although in my heart I am proud of the handsome, smart and great young men they are becoming, I long for one more night of them being small enough to crawl into my lap and ask me to sing them a good night sone. I long for the little grubby hands to reach for mine, and the days my clothes were always dirty from little pig pens jumping into my arms when they came home.
I know they have to grow up. I accept this and when they stand by my side one taller than me and the other almost as tall, I am pleased that I can say without a doubt that they love me and are good boys.
Still... I miss all the last first times I didn't realize I was having at the time.
For those of you with little ones, don't begrudge that late night feeding or those early morning wake up cries. Don't fuss about the hand prints on the walls or the bugs in the pockets. There will come a day when you will long for one more rolly polly filled pocket, one more dandelion bouquet, one more good night kiss.
Cherish each moment as if it were the last. It just might be after all.
I remember holding both of them after bad dreams and teaching them both to brush their teeth. I remember bed time stories and songs and "Can you tuck me in?" request.
Then one day it stopped. They stopped asking me for help. They stopped holding my hand. They stopped wanting me to walk them to school and they stopped asking me to bandage their knees and kiss it better.
They started getting embarrassed by public shows of affection and the words " I love you" were never to be spoken in front of friends.
The dancing stopped in the stores and they didn't even want me to pick their clothes.
No notes in lunch boxes please. After all the girl I like might see it or one of my friends.
Bouquets of dandelions and weeds were replaced with a quick hug and rushed I love you as they ran out the door.
My boys are growing up and they are leaving me behind and although in my heart I am proud of the handsome, smart and great young men they are becoming, I long for one more night of them being small enough to crawl into my lap and ask me to sing them a good night sone. I long for the little grubby hands to reach for mine, and the days my clothes were always dirty from little pig pens jumping into my arms when they came home.
I know they have to grow up. I accept this and when they stand by my side one taller than me and the other almost as tall, I am pleased that I can say without a doubt that they love me and are good boys.
Still... I miss all the last first times I didn't realize I was having at the time.
For those of you with little ones, don't begrudge that late night feeding or those early morning wake up cries. Don't fuss about the hand prints on the walls or the bugs in the pockets. There will come a day when you will long for one more rolly polly filled pocket, one more dandelion bouquet, one more good night kiss.
Cherish each moment as if it were the last. It just might be after all.
Tuesday, August 19, 2014
Job titles.
A young lady came to my door and asked if she could do a survey with me. I had a minute so I said yes.
She asked my name, address (which amused me since she was on my door step.) and then my favorite question came...
"What is your occupation?"
Well my mind went wild!
I am a babysitter, financial consultant, psychiatrist, chef, I run a laundry mat, lawyer, doctor, physical fitness coach, referee, school teacher, I grocery shop for others, bill pay, dog walker, furniture repair woman, plumber, maintenance personnel, on call pharmacist, among other things. Did I mention I do it all pro bono and I have the worst co-workers in the world? They can't do anything for themselves without my telling them to and even then they act like I'm killing them.
What I actually said was
"I'm a stay at home mom."
Her response?
"Lucky you!"
Shoot me now!!!
She asked my name, address (which amused me since she was on my door step.) and then my favorite question came...
"What is your occupation?"
Well my mind went wild!
I am a babysitter, financial consultant, psychiatrist, chef, I run a laundry mat, lawyer, doctor, physical fitness coach, referee, school teacher, I grocery shop for others, bill pay, dog walker, furniture repair woman, plumber, maintenance personnel, on call pharmacist, among other things. Did I mention I do it all pro bono and I have the worst co-workers in the world? They can't do anything for themselves without my telling them to and even then they act like I'm killing them.
What I actually said was
"I'm a stay at home mom."
Her response?
"Lucky you!"
Shoot me now!!!
Friday, August 15, 2014
I have become a mass murderer.
I occasionally have moments of brilliance. Moments when the perfect post pops into my head and I feel that "ah ha" moment happening.
These moments happen in the middle of the night, or in the middle of some other activity, when I cannot access my computer.
I must apologize to all of you for cheating you out of these brilliant moments.
Meanwhile I will recount a little tid bit that just happened.
I was minding my own business the other day when I heard a muffled growl. I went into the kitchen, where the sound came from and saw, to my horror, what had happened.
My middle son was wildly attacking my counter with his SHOE!
upon closer inspection I joined him.
We had been invaded! They were everywhere! Tiny little bodies flew as we smacked and attacked!
We didn't give any quarter. I heard one little voice scream
"Spare the old and the children! Have mercy!"
I laughed like a mad woman and beat that voice down.
We had to change our strategy. There were to many of them.
Kyle pulled the fridge and oven out and I grabbed the broom while he grabbed the death sentence for our visiting tyrants.
Sugar Ants went still as the bug spray killed hundreds maybe even thousands.
I swept them up as quickly as he killed them, only slipping once in the mess as I shooed the dogs and other kids away.
As we annihilated an entire colony of ants I had a moment of pity for the lives I had helped take. No worries it only lasted a split second. I saw one we missed and finished that little creep off too.
That my friends is how I became a mass murderer.
These moments happen in the middle of the night, or in the middle of some other activity, when I cannot access my computer.
I must apologize to all of you for cheating you out of these brilliant moments.
Meanwhile I will recount a little tid bit that just happened.
I was minding my own business the other day when I heard a muffled growl. I went into the kitchen, where the sound came from and saw, to my horror, what had happened.
My middle son was wildly attacking my counter with his SHOE!
upon closer inspection I joined him.
We had been invaded! They were everywhere! Tiny little bodies flew as we smacked and attacked!
We didn't give any quarter. I heard one little voice scream
"Spare the old and the children! Have mercy!"
I laughed like a mad woman and beat that voice down.
We had to change our strategy. There were to many of them.
Kyle pulled the fridge and oven out and I grabbed the broom while he grabbed the death sentence for our visiting tyrants.
Sugar Ants went still as the bug spray killed hundreds maybe even thousands.
I swept them up as quickly as he killed them, only slipping once in the mess as I shooed the dogs and other kids away.
As we annihilated an entire colony of ants I had a moment of pity for the lives I had helped take. No worries it only lasted a split second. I saw one we missed and finished that little creep off too.
That my friends is how I became a mass murderer.
Wednesday, August 13, 2014
Stomp boy stomp
Life takes so much time. I know that is a stupid way of saying it but it is true. Watching my little Lily is very time consuming but rewarding. Which is why I have not been here much lately. Anyway here is one event I dealt with this week.
I was talking to my youngest, Mr. P, and we were discussing discipline.
He was telling me what he remembered about me punishing him when he was little. He said that one time when he was little he pitched a fit and I made him stomp for two hours.
I laughed.
What actually happened is that he threw a tantrum the likes of which I have never seen before. He threw himself on the floor kicking and screaming and beating his fist on the floor.
I picked him up and took him to my room, still flailing like a hyena and sat him on the floor.
I then told him that if he wanted to throw a fit he could.
"Stand up and stomp and scream, bot."
He looked at me all kinds of confused, but did as he was told. After a few seconds he stopped.
"I didn't tell you to stop. Keep going. I'll tell you when you are done."
Now, this did not make him happy and he protested but I insisted and so he continued.
I made him do this for five minutes. He fell on the floor crying and I picked him up and held him. I told him that I loved him but his behavior was not ok. I also explained that every time he pitched a fit of disobeyed me there would be consequences for his actions.
At this point in my life I was entering all new territory. You see Mr. P is not my biological son. He is my step son. However he is my heart son and I love him dearly.
He is turning out to be a very strong and sweet boy. I am proud of him. He knows not to push me and when he does he understands he will have to pay for it but he also knows that I love him.
Yes, life takes a lot of my time, but I'm realizing that it fly's by quickly and before I know it all my babies will be gone and I will have more than enough time to write and do what I want. For now I will write when I can find a minute and enjoy those precious people in my life.
I hope you are all having a wonderful week.
I was talking to my youngest, Mr. P, and we were discussing discipline.
He was telling me what he remembered about me punishing him when he was little. He said that one time when he was little he pitched a fit and I made him stomp for two hours.
I laughed.
What actually happened is that he threw a tantrum the likes of which I have never seen before. He threw himself on the floor kicking and screaming and beating his fist on the floor.
I picked him up and took him to my room, still flailing like a hyena and sat him on the floor.
I then told him that if he wanted to throw a fit he could.
"Stand up and stomp and scream, bot."
He looked at me all kinds of confused, but did as he was told. After a few seconds he stopped.
"I didn't tell you to stop. Keep going. I'll tell you when you are done."
Now, this did not make him happy and he protested but I insisted and so he continued.
I made him do this for five minutes. He fell on the floor crying and I picked him up and held him. I told him that I loved him but his behavior was not ok. I also explained that every time he pitched a fit of disobeyed me there would be consequences for his actions.
At this point in my life I was entering all new territory. You see Mr. P is not my biological son. He is my step son. However he is my heart son and I love him dearly.
He is turning out to be a very strong and sweet boy. I am proud of him. He knows not to push me and when he does he understands he will have to pay for it but he also knows that I love him.
Yes, life takes a lot of my time, but I'm realizing that it fly's by quickly and before I know it all my babies will be gone and I will have more than enough time to write and do what I want. For now I will write when I can find a minute and enjoy those precious people in my life.
I hope you are all having a wonderful week.
Thursday, August 7, 2014
I'm back jack!
Well I am back! July was so crazy I barely had time to breath. My sister got married and all went well. My parents were here for a couple of weeks and that went well. My kids birthday's came and went and all is well.
However, I have developed some kind of problem with my left arm which is unfortunate since I am left handed.
I am on muscle relaxers that don't seem to be working and 800 m of Ibuprofen which also seems to not be working.
The pain starts between my shoulder blades and up into my shoulder and neck and down my left arm. Very inconvenient.
Sleeping is something of the past apparently. Oh well. I'm alive and that is what matters.
So for today I will just say Hi to everyone and that I am back. Will have something better next time.
Hope you all had a wonderful July.
However, I have developed some kind of problem with my left arm which is unfortunate since I am left handed.
I am on muscle relaxers that don't seem to be working and 800 m of Ibuprofen which also seems to not be working.
The pain starts between my shoulder blades and up into my shoulder and neck and down my left arm. Very inconvenient.
Sleeping is something of the past apparently. Oh well. I'm alive and that is what matters.
So for today I will just say Hi to everyone and that I am back. Will have something better next time.
Hope you all had a wonderful July.
Tuesday, July 8, 2014
I need a pop moment.
This month has been insanity. Two of our friends are moving within days, my sisters birthday is the 16th my son's birthday is the 22 and my daughters birthday is the 28th In the middle of all this my parents are flying in for my sisters wedding on the 14th and her wedding is actually the 18th. I feel like a chicken with my head chopped off. Add to this that I have started having hot flashes that makes me feel like someone doused me in gasoline and set me on fire, not to mention that they hit at odd ball times, like when I am out walking in 95 degree weather and you can see that life is wonderful. I have to say that I am super excited about this new chapter in my life. Oh yes. When they said this feeling of going through puberty can last for up to 10 years I almost asked to be euthanized. Gentlemen please don't judge me as for saying that. If you were my husband you might make that happen. The over sensitive feeling of ants biting my skin does not promote anyone touching me I can assure you. As for the other hormones raging through me 100 miles an hour God help me. I am up and down all over the place. Not pleasant. Sarcasm seems to be my main mode of communication in case you might have wondered.
So over all everything is going well, except that I have decided God is definitely a male and is not very fond of his female creations. Why else would he have cursed us to go through child birth and menopause? Men have to work by the sweat of their browse. I'd willingly trade places.
So be patient with me this month as I struggle through it. I will be in and out writing and reading blog post. I have not been murdered, kidnapped, or died, just trying to survive July. Then I can focus on this nonsense going on with my body. Planning on having a very serious talk with myself and pull my head out of my ass as soon as I am done writing this. If you hear a giant pop that sounds like an explosion, wherever you are in the world, know I have succeeded. If not just pray that I get it out of there before I suffocate. I have heard that it is a painful process.
So over all everything is going well, except that I have decided God is definitely a male and is not very fond of his female creations. Why else would he have cursed us to go through child birth and menopause? Men have to work by the sweat of their browse. I'd willingly trade places.
So be patient with me this month as I struggle through it. I will be in and out writing and reading blog post. I have not been murdered, kidnapped, or died, just trying to survive July. Then I can focus on this nonsense going on with my body. Planning on having a very serious talk with myself and pull my head out of my ass as soon as I am done writing this. If you hear a giant pop that sounds like an explosion, wherever you are in the world, know I have succeeded. If not just pray that I get it out of there before I suffocate. I have heard that it is a painful process.
Friday, July 4, 2014
Where did our give a crap go.
As most of you know by now I grew up in another country. I was born here in America and my parents are American however.
Growing up in another country my parents taught us to respect the laws of the land, learn their culture and language, yet to remember our own culture an language. It was a hard line to walk yet they did it successfully. We always understood we were guest in France and that our real home was America.
On the 4th of July we celebrated Independence day and on the 14th we celebrated their Independence day.
We didn't speak English in front of them but we spoke English in our home when we were alone.
We had pride in America. It was the best country in the world.
However, when I moved back here for school and to start my life here, I discovered that not everyone felt the same way.
It was as if the American people were so used to their freedoms that they took them for granted. The signs in some of the places I lived were in English then in Spanish. People tried to make me speak Spanish to them when they were completely fluent in English. The word illegal was irrelevant. (still is) It seemed like these people that broke the law and came over without proper documentation, were rewarded with health care, food stamps, jobs and drivers licenses.
I was baffled. No one seemed to care. No one seemed to mind that this great country was being run down and destroyed. No one seemed to care that the Constitution was being walked on or that our flag was being burned. No one seemed to care that others flags were flying above our own.
It seems that very few even noticed it was happening.
It still seems like that to me.
However, I still love old Glory. I still listen in awe when the National Anthem is played every day at 5. I still love this country and still believe it is the greatest country in the world.
I still believe that wrong is wrong. I want others to feel some pride also. Don't get me wrong I know many feel the same way I do.
I just don't understand why everyone doesn't.
I hope this 4th of July, everyone will remember the real reason we celebrate this day. Remember the people that died so that we can be free and that includes all of our freedoms. I pray everyone take s moment to feel that surge of patriotism again. It is time to rebuild this country.
We speak English here it is our language.
We fly our flag and no one eles belongs above it.
Our rights are outlined in the Constitution and should be upheld by our government, not squashed and mocked.
Happy Forth of July everyone.
Sunday, June 29, 2014
Picture Sunday.
I want to thank all of you for your well wishes. My feet are healing properly. After almost 30 years of diabetes it can be a very scary thing. Anyway here are some pictures of a hike my hubby and I love to take.
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| We have lots of pelicans here. For some reason this one has adopted this duck as his buddy. |
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| The beginning of our hike. |
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| There are random fire hydrants all over this trail up in the mountains. This one amuses me as it is right by the river. |
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| The other bank of the river. |
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| This trails leads all the way up into the mountains. |
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| More water. |
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| I always feel like I'm going through a fairy land when I go through these wooded tunnels. |
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| The view of Antelope Island from up there is amazing. |
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| Here we are about half way up I think, that little trail at the bottom left hand corner is where we started.. Have a great rest of your weekend. :) |
Friday, June 27, 2014
Why I have been gone part 2
As I said in my last post I knew I was in big trouble!
Not only was my now loosened shoe cutting into my feet I could feel the blisters and they were huge.
When I got home and took my shoes off and looked at the damage they seemed fine to me but felt bruised.
By the time my husband got home I couldn't walk. He checked my feet and found two blisters about and inch long on each foot. They were right were the toes and feet connect. Then multiple small blisters along with two blood blisters.
To most people this is not that big of an issue. To me it could very well mean the lose of my feet. Essentially I was screwed.
I have always worked very hard at keeping my feet in good condition. I don't wear heels or anything that can damage them as for most diabetics when you start losing your feet the end is near. No offense, I'm not ready to kick the bucket quite yet.
I was confined to bed for a couple of days then the bleeding started. That was fun. Nothing like having sticky feet when you wake up only to discover they are red with blood. Anyway I will pass on most of the rest of the details as they are not pretty.
Good news is as of now nothing seems infected. I'm looking pretty good. My diabetes is fighting me with crazy high blood sugars that I am trying to control but it is a fight.
So if I disappear again without notice you know something is definitely wrong.
Not only was my now loosened shoe cutting into my feet I could feel the blisters and they were huge.
When I got home and took my shoes off and looked at the damage they seemed fine to me but felt bruised.
By the time my husband got home I couldn't walk. He checked my feet and found two blisters about and inch long on each foot. They were right were the toes and feet connect. Then multiple small blisters along with two blood blisters.
To most people this is not that big of an issue. To me it could very well mean the lose of my feet. Essentially I was screwed.
I have always worked very hard at keeping my feet in good condition. I don't wear heels or anything that can damage them as for most diabetics when you start losing your feet the end is near. No offense, I'm not ready to kick the bucket quite yet.
I was confined to bed for a couple of days then the bleeding started. That was fun. Nothing like having sticky feet when you wake up only to discover they are red with blood. Anyway I will pass on most of the rest of the details as they are not pretty.
Good news is as of now nothing seems infected. I'm looking pretty good. My diabetes is fighting me with crazy high blood sugars that I am trying to control but it is a fight.
So if I disappear again without notice you know something is definitely wrong.
Wednesday, June 25, 2014
Why I have been absent.
Due to some pretty serious health issues this week I have gone awol. I apologize. As most of you know I am diabetic. Diabetes does not like me nor I it. However, we have to co exist. As annoying as we are to each other, most times we manage ok. However, last week after my last post, I did something that seriously pissed my diabetes off.
It all started with the high school my son attends not answering my phone calls, nor returning them. Finally I get ahold of someone and they say that the person I need to talk to should be in the next day and to come in and see him. I wondered at this point if these people were mental as everyone knows I cannot drive anymore due to my eyes.
I agreed however, as I could not see any other way around it. Now to most people this does not sound like a big deal. Everyone was working and I couldn't get a ride. Then I thought I had one but it ended up falling through.
So I walked with my son. It wasn't a bad walk on the way there. Still early enough that the weather was not to hot.
Let me explain here that it is two miles to the front gate, then another 6 miles to the school. That's right. 8 miles there. The kicker was that when I got there the guy had left. So we left a message AGAIN, and started walking home. That's when it hit. My blood sugar was dropping. I ate what I had with me but knew it wouldn't be enough to get me home. So we walked another mile to get to a store and grabbed some food. At this point I realize that my feet have swelled. As I sat there I loosened my laces and the pain hit.
Please understand that I am used to walking between 3 and 9 miles a day. However, it is usually broken up so I have rest periods after every 3 miles. Off we go again and by the time we climbed the hill to the gate I knew I was in trouble.
As this is lengthy I will write the rest on Friday.
It all started with the high school my son attends not answering my phone calls, nor returning them. Finally I get ahold of someone and they say that the person I need to talk to should be in the next day and to come in and see him. I wondered at this point if these people were mental as everyone knows I cannot drive anymore due to my eyes.
I agreed however, as I could not see any other way around it. Now to most people this does not sound like a big deal. Everyone was working and I couldn't get a ride. Then I thought I had one but it ended up falling through.
So I walked with my son. It wasn't a bad walk on the way there. Still early enough that the weather was not to hot.
Let me explain here that it is two miles to the front gate, then another 6 miles to the school. That's right. 8 miles there. The kicker was that when I got there the guy had left. So we left a message AGAIN, and started walking home. That's when it hit. My blood sugar was dropping. I ate what I had with me but knew it wouldn't be enough to get me home. So we walked another mile to get to a store and grabbed some food. At this point I realize that my feet have swelled. As I sat there I loosened my laces and the pain hit.
Please understand that I am used to walking between 3 and 9 miles a day. However, it is usually broken up so I have rest periods after every 3 miles. Off we go again and by the time we climbed the hill to the gate I knew I was in trouble.
As this is lengthy I will write the rest on Friday.
Wednesday, June 18, 2014
Things I see when I'm out an about.
I am often asked what it looks like here in Utah. Here are some of the places I see on a daily bases on my walks. I will post a little more every week or so to give you an idea. Plus I'm learning to play with my camera. You might not enjoy this as much as I do. :) Thanks Tex Wise for teaching me to do this.
I
Sunday, June 15, 2014
A man of honor.
What qualities should a dad have? We all know a dad does not have to be a biological parent. We all know it's not a matter of money, or possessions. This is what I think a father should be like.
A man of integrity.
A man with good work habits.
A man that knows how to forgive.
A man that loves even when his heart is broken.
A man that can admit when he is wrong but stand strong in his belief's.
A man that knows that there is a time to play.
A man that can comfort even when he doesn't understand the problem.
A man that loves his wife or at least respects the mother of his children.
A man that does not break promises.
A man that is ok threatening potential boyfriends
A man that can say things like I will open that door in a skirt if that boy comes over again.
A man that can rough house with his boys but isn't afraid to hug them and tell them he loves them.
A man of honor.
A patriot.
A man that is wise, and understanding.
A man that isn't ashamed to cry.
A man that is firm but gentle.
Above all a man that teaches all these trait's to his boys and wants his girls to find a man with all these attributes.
In my case a Godly man that taught us at his knee to worship, love and fear God.
Thank you Dad for everything you have ever done and what you will surely do in the future.
I could never ask for a better father. I miss you horribly. I love you.
A man of integrity.
A man with good work habits.
A man that knows how to forgive.
A man that loves even when his heart is broken.
A man that can admit when he is wrong but stand strong in his belief's.
A man that knows that there is a time to play.
A man that can comfort even when he doesn't understand the problem.
A man that loves his wife or at least respects the mother of his children.
A man that does not break promises.
A man that is ok threatening potential boyfriends
A man that can say things like I will open that door in a skirt if that boy comes over again.
A man that can rough house with his boys but isn't afraid to hug them and tell them he loves them.
A man of honor.
A patriot.
A man that is wise, and understanding.
A man that isn't ashamed to cry.
A man that is firm but gentle.
Above all a man that teaches all these trait's to his boys and wants his girls to find a man with all these attributes.
In my case a Godly man that taught us at his knee to worship, love and fear God.
Thank you Dad for everything you have ever done and what you will surely do in the future.
I could never ask for a better father. I miss you horribly. I love you.
Thursday, June 12, 2014
Meet the family
Phil and I
Monday, June 9, 2014
Raising a generation of desensitized pansies
What? It's a contradiction of terms you say? Hear me out.
We are raising a generation that is so whimpy that any correction or what appears to be negative thoughts on behavior turns them into a bowl of melting jello. These kids are idealistic, but for the wrong ideals. They cannot take punishment as it is unfair. Their behavior is revolting. Their dress is revolting. The way they speak is unbelievable at best. They cannot finish a sentence coherently. I have heard more sentences finished with
"And like... Ya." What does that mean? They are overly sensitive to anything that is said. They quit jobs because someone corrected them or where not being nice.
In our day you went out back and settled you differences and walked away friends or at least the argument was settled. You may have a black eye but things were good and clear. If you misbehaved in school you were in twice as much trouble at home and the teachers knew you had their backs. Instead, I hear parents berating under paid teachers that have 30 kid in their class that they are not allowed to discipline and the kids KNOW it. The parents take the kids side. What? We don't give A's anymore because it hurts Johnny's feelings because he only gets F's. Are you kidding me?
It's not his fault he doesn't do his homework and turn it in. Really?
They didn't give him enough time. Seriously?
We are expecting these kids to be productive members of society? Run our country?
Everyone is picking on him. Boo hoo. Toughen up buttercup. Try standing up for yourself. It always worked back in the day.
We can't discipline because it hurts the child emotionally. Yet we have more kids in Juvenile detention and in Prison than ever before.
We allow them to watch graphically violent movies, with zombies ripping people apart or serial killers blowing peoples brains out, Nay we do not only allow it we encourage it. We watch it with them.
Is it any wonder they don't think twice about taking guns into schools and blowing people away? Or in malls? Or even their own family members?
With all the self centered crap we teach our young is is any wonder that mothers kill their children, or give them up because it's just to much work, and I need some ME time. Are you freakin kidding me?
Is it any wonder that young fathers don't have what it takes to do whatever it takes to support their families? Isn't it easier to just live on welfare, food stamps, and any other government program available? After all it is the age of entitlement. Why should they have to conform and look and act a certain way just to make money when they can get it for free and still look like morons?
I want to shake people. When we were kids we used manners and said yes maam and yes sir. We didn't tell our parents no. We knew if we got that look we were gonna get it later. No need for words. We knew. These kids have no fear of repercussions for their actions. Why should they? There never has been any repercussions. Anything goes as long as it feels right. Just don't offend someone when you are doing it.
Don't even get me started on the lack of respect for elders. In case you are wondering they have none.
I hate this lazy parenting plan that is currently in place. I heard one young lady ask her mother when she should be home. Mom said whenever. The child looked at her mother and said
"Can you just be my mom for once and tell me when I should be home?" She was 15. The mother looked at me and said
"Can you believe what a little Bitch she is?" I stood gape jawed and responded
"I think she just wants a parent."
So this was a long rant and I don't blame you if you skipped it but I needed to put into words my frustration.
We are raising a generation that is so whimpy that any correction or what appears to be negative thoughts on behavior turns them into a bowl of melting jello. These kids are idealistic, but for the wrong ideals. They cannot take punishment as it is unfair. Their behavior is revolting. Their dress is revolting. The way they speak is unbelievable at best. They cannot finish a sentence coherently. I have heard more sentences finished with
"And like... Ya." What does that mean? They are overly sensitive to anything that is said. They quit jobs because someone corrected them or where not being nice.
In our day you went out back and settled you differences and walked away friends or at least the argument was settled. You may have a black eye but things were good and clear. If you misbehaved in school you were in twice as much trouble at home and the teachers knew you had their backs. Instead, I hear parents berating under paid teachers that have 30 kid in their class that they are not allowed to discipline and the kids KNOW it. The parents take the kids side. What? We don't give A's anymore because it hurts Johnny's feelings because he only gets F's. Are you kidding me?
It's not his fault he doesn't do his homework and turn it in. Really?
They didn't give him enough time. Seriously?
We are expecting these kids to be productive members of society? Run our country?
Everyone is picking on him. Boo hoo. Toughen up buttercup. Try standing up for yourself. It always worked back in the day.
We can't discipline because it hurts the child emotionally. Yet we have more kids in Juvenile detention and in Prison than ever before.
We allow them to watch graphically violent movies, with zombies ripping people apart or serial killers blowing peoples brains out, Nay we do not only allow it we encourage it. We watch it with them.
Is it any wonder they don't think twice about taking guns into schools and blowing people away? Or in malls? Or even their own family members?
With all the self centered crap we teach our young is is any wonder that mothers kill their children, or give them up because it's just to much work, and I need some ME time. Are you freakin kidding me?
Is it any wonder that young fathers don't have what it takes to do whatever it takes to support their families? Isn't it easier to just live on welfare, food stamps, and any other government program available? After all it is the age of entitlement. Why should they have to conform and look and act a certain way just to make money when they can get it for free and still look like morons?
I want to shake people. When we were kids we used manners and said yes maam and yes sir. We didn't tell our parents no. We knew if we got that look we were gonna get it later. No need for words. We knew. These kids have no fear of repercussions for their actions. Why should they? There never has been any repercussions. Anything goes as long as it feels right. Just don't offend someone when you are doing it.
Don't even get me started on the lack of respect for elders. In case you are wondering they have none.
I hate this lazy parenting plan that is currently in place. I heard one young lady ask her mother when she should be home. Mom said whenever. The child looked at her mother and said
"Can you just be my mom for once and tell me when I should be home?" She was 15. The mother looked at me and said
"Can you believe what a little Bitch she is?" I stood gape jawed and responded
"I think she just wants a parent."
So this was a long rant and I don't blame you if you skipped it but I needed to put into words my frustration.
Friday, June 6, 2014
God Bless America/ A history lesson
This is an email I got from the famous Fishducky. Her button is on the right hand side of my page. Go visit if you have not met her yet. She is a hoot.
Hi all: If you haven't heard the story or song lately, now's your chance. MUST SEE AND HEAR.
"God Bless America" song history
A GOOD REMINDER TO BE THANKFUL FOR AMERICA !!!!!!!
Frank Sinatra considered Kate Smith the best singer of her time, and said that when he and a million other guys first heard her sing "God Bless America" on the radio, they all pretended to have dust in their eyes as they wiped away a tear or two.
Here are the facts... The link at the bottom will take you to a video showing the very first public singing of "GOD BLESS AMERICA". But before you watch it, you should also know the story behind the first public showing of the song.
The time was 1940. America was still in a terrible economic depression. Hitler was taking over Europe and Americans were afraid we'd have to go to war. It was a time of hardship and worry for most Americans.
This was the era just before TV, when radio shows were HUGE, and American families sat around their radios in the evenings, listening to their favorite entertainers, and no entertainer of that era was bigger than Kate Smith.
Kate was also large; plus size, as we now say, and the popular phrase still used today is in deference to her, "It ain't over till the fat lady sings". Kate Smith might not have made it big in the age of TV, but with her voice coming over the radio, she was the biggest star of her time.
Kate was also patriotic. It hurt her to see Americans so depressed and afraid of what the next day would bring . She had hope for America , and faith in her fellow Americans. She wanted to do something to cheer them up, so she went to the famous American song-writer, Irving Berlin (who also wrote "White Christmas") and asked him to write a song
that would make Americans feel good again about their country. When she described what she was looking for, he said he had just the song for her.
He went to his files and found a song that he had written, but never published, 22 years before - way back in 1917. He gave it to her and she worked on it with her studio orchestra. She and Irving Berlin were not sure how the song would be received by the public, but both agreed they would not take any profits from God Bless America . Any profits would go to theBoy Scouts of America. Over the years, the Boy Scouts have received millions of dollars in royalties from this song.
This video starts out with Kate Smith coming into the radio studio with the orchestra and an audience. She introduces the new song for the very first time, and starts singing. After the first couple verses, with her voice in the background still singing, scenes are shown from the 1940 movie, "You're In The Army Now." At the 4:20 mark of the video you see a young actor in the movie, sitting in an office, reading a paper; it's Ronald Reagan. And. Appearing in that scene with the future President, is future U.S. Senator CA (R) George Murphy. Earlier, actress Joan Leslie appears. And, character actor, George Tobiasand a few others familiar faces, but of unknown names.
To this day, God Bless America stirs our patriotic feelings and pride in our country. Back in 1940, when Kate Smith went looking for a song to raise the spirits of her fellow Americans, I doubt whether she realized just how successful the results would be for her fellow Americans during those years of hardship and worry..... and for many generations of
Americans to follow.
Now that you know the story of the song, I hope you'll enjoy it and treasure it even more.
Many people don't know there's a lead in to the song since it usually starts with "God Bless America ....." So here's the entire song as originally sung..... ENJOY
https://www.youtube.com/embed/TnQDW-NMaRs?rel=0
Wednesday, June 4, 2014
Taps
Just realized that my Memorial Day post never posted. Sorry I am slow to the draw. Being the grandaughter of two veterans, sister to one veteran, married into the military twice, I have a pretty good understanding of what our men and women in the service have to go through. However, I did not know this about Taps. I love that song anyway and I am privileged to hear it every night at 9. I hope you enjoy this little piece of history.
> If any of you have ever been to a military funeral in which taps was played; this brings out a new meaning of it.
>
> Here is something Every American should know.
>
> We in the United States have all heard the haunting song, 'Taps...' It's the song that gives us the lump in our throats and usually tears in our eyes.
>
> But, do you know the story behind the song? If not, I think you will be interested to find out about its humble beginnings.
>
> Reportedly, it all began in 1862 during the Civil War, when Union Army Captain Robert Elli was with his men near Harrison's Landing in Virginia . The Confederate Army was on the other side of the narrow strip of land.
>
>
> During the night, Captain Elli heard the moans of a soldier who lay severely wounded on the field. Not knowing if it was a Union or Confederate soldier, the Captain decided to risk his life and bring the stricken man back for medical attention. Crawling on his stomach through the gunfire, the Captain reached the stricken soldier and began pulling him toward his encampment..
>
> When the Captain finally reached his own lines, he discovered it was actually a Confederate soldier, but the soldier was dead.
>
>
> The Captain lit a lantern and suddenly caught his breath and went numb with shock. In the dim light, he saw the face of the soldier. It was his own son. The boy had been studying music in the South when the war broke out. Without telling his father, the boy enlisted in the Confederate Army.
>
> The following morning, heartbroken, the father asked permission of his superiors to give his son a full military burial, despite his enemy status. His request was only partially granted.
>
> The Captain had asked if he could have a group of Army band members play a funeral dirge for his son at the funeral.
>
> The request was turned down since the soldier was a Confederate.
>
> But, out of respect for the father, they did say they could give him only one musician.
>
> The Captain chose a bugler. He asked the bugler to play a series of musical notes he had found on a piece of paper in the pocket of the dead youth's
> uniform.
>
> This wish was granted.
>
> The haunting melody, we now know as 'Taps' used at military funerals was born.
>
>
>
> The words
> are:
>
> Day is
> done.
> Gone the sun.
> From the
> lakes
> From the
> hills.
> From the sky.
> All is
> well.
> Safely
> rest.
> God is nigh.
>
> Fading
> light.
> Dims the sight.
> And a
> star.
> Gems the sky.
> Gleaming
> bright.
> From
> afar.
> Drawing
> nigh.
> Falls the
> night.
>
> Thanks and
> praise.
> For our
> days.
> Neath the
> sun
> Neath the
> stars.
> Neath the sky
> As we
> go.
> This we know.
> God
> is nigh
>
>
> I too have felt the chills while listening to 'Taps' but I have never seen all the words to the song until now. I didn't even know there was more than one verse. I also never knew the story behind the song and I didn't know if you had either so I thought I'd pass it along.
>
> I now have an even deeper respect for the song than I did before.
>
> Remember Those Lost and Harmed While Serving Their Country.
>
> Also Remember Those Who Have Served And Returned; and for those presently serving in the Armed Forces.
>
> Please send this on after a short prayer.
>
> Make this a Prayer wheel for our soldiers ... please don't breakit.
>
> I didn't!
> If any of you have ever been to a military funeral in which taps was played; this brings out a new meaning of it.
>
> Here is something Every American should know.
>
> We in the United States have all heard the haunting song, 'Taps...' It's the song that gives us the lump in our throats and usually tears in our eyes.
>
> But, do you know the story behind the song? If not, I think you will be interested to find out about its humble beginnings.
>
> Reportedly, it all began in 1862 during the Civil War, when Union Army Captain Robert Elli was with his men near Harrison's Landing in Virginia . The Confederate Army was on the other side of the narrow strip of land.
>
>
> During the night, Captain Elli heard the moans of a soldier who lay severely wounded on the field. Not knowing if it was a Union or Confederate soldier, the Captain decided to risk his life and bring the stricken man back for medical attention. Crawling on his stomach through the gunfire, the Captain reached the stricken soldier and began pulling him toward his encampment..
>
> When the Captain finally reached his own lines, he discovered it was actually a Confederate soldier, but the soldier was dead.
>
>
> The Captain lit a lantern and suddenly caught his breath and went numb with shock. In the dim light, he saw the face of the soldier. It was his own son. The boy had been studying music in the South when the war broke out. Without telling his father, the boy enlisted in the Confederate Army.
>
> The following morning, heartbroken, the father asked permission of his superiors to give his son a full military burial, despite his enemy status. His request was only partially granted.
>
> The Captain had asked if he could have a group of Army band members play a funeral dirge for his son at the funeral.
>
> The request was turned down since the soldier was a Confederate.
>
> But, out of respect for the father, they did say they could give him only one musician.
>
> The Captain chose a bugler. He asked the bugler to play a series of musical notes he had found on a piece of paper in the pocket of the dead youth's
> uniform.
>
> This wish was granted.
>
> The haunting melody, we now know as 'Taps' used at military funerals was born.
>
>
>
> The words
> are:
>
> Day is
> done.
> Gone the sun.
> From the
> lakes
> From the
> hills.
> From the sky.
> All is
> well.
> Safely
> rest.
> God is nigh.
>
> Fading
> light.
> Dims the sight.
> And a
> star.
> Gems the sky.
> Gleaming
> bright.
> From
> afar.
> Drawing
> nigh.
> Falls the
> night.
>
> Thanks and
> praise.
> For our
> days.
> Neath the
> sun
> Neath the
> stars.
> Neath the sky
> As we
> go.
> This we know.
> God
> is nigh
>
>
> I too have felt the chills while listening to 'Taps' but I have never seen all the words to the song until now. I didn't even know there was more than one verse. I also never knew the story behind the song and I didn't know if you had either so I thought I'd pass it along.
>
> I now have an even deeper respect for the song than I did before.
>
> Remember Those Lost and Harmed While Serving Their Country.
>
> Also Remember Those Who Have Served And Returned; and for those presently serving in the Armed Forces.
>
> Please send this on after a short prayer.
>
> Make this a Prayer wheel for our soldiers ... please don't breakit.
>
> I didn't!
Monday, June 2, 2014
I love my life.
I went to the store yesterday. It was a big chain store, which I won't name but will say there are lots of "People of" emails that go around with some pretty interesting pictures of people.
I gathered a few items. A couple of shirts, a bike tire, some bike patches, and other small things. When Phil and I went to check out we found the shortest line and committed to it. It was a mistake.
The cashier, a young man of who knows what age, was extremely slow. There was one person in front of us, and each item he rang up he stopped to look at. I have never seen anything like it. Another young man stood by him patiently trying to help him, but as the line behind us grew, he went and opened another register. I watched the second young man check out four people before our cashier had finished with the lady in front of me. Another employee now stood next to our cashier trying to encourage movement.
I almost changed lanes but my things were already on the belt and so I waited.
As he began the slow and painful process of ringing up my items two things caught my eye and my sick sense of humor.
Directly in front of him was a sign that said "Fast Cash Now"
Nope. Nothing fast in this lane.
Directly behind him was a sign that said "Right now, Pain relief center."
My thought was "Please God make it so."
Phil meanwhile kept giving me the stank eye and telling me to behave as I started to giggle.
I took a picture on my phone I just have to get him to show me how to put it on here. I love my life.
I gathered a few items. A couple of shirts, a bike tire, some bike patches, and other small things. When Phil and I went to check out we found the shortest line and committed to it. It was a mistake.
The cashier, a young man of who knows what age, was extremely slow. There was one person in front of us, and each item he rang up he stopped to look at. I have never seen anything like it. Another young man stood by him patiently trying to help him, but as the line behind us grew, he went and opened another register. I watched the second young man check out four people before our cashier had finished with the lady in front of me. Another employee now stood next to our cashier trying to encourage movement.
I almost changed lanes but my things were already on the belt and so I waited.
As he began the slow and painful process of ringing up my items two things caught my eye and my sick sense of humor.
Directly in front of him was a sign that said "Fast Cash Now"
Nope. Nothing fast in this lane.
Directly behind him was a sign that said "Right now, Pain relief center."
My thought was "Please God make it so."
Phil meanwhile kept giving me the stank eye and telling me to behave as I started to giggle.
I took a picture on my phone I just have to get him to show me how to put it on here. I love my life.
Friday, May 30, 2014
Bach played softly
in the background as she pulled the rubber band tightly around her forearm. To
think only seven months ago she was terrified of needles, now she watched as
her veins pumped up, fat as little earth worms.
Her husband
was always yelling at her to have more self-control. He wanted her to lose
weight, look perfect, to be a perfect house wife, hostess and dinner companion. A
trophy wife. No kids for them. That would deform her body.
Another
lonely housewife had given her the secret to doing everything he wanted.
Slowly, she inserted the needle into her arm. The warm fluid flowed through
her, easing the sorrow that coursed through her
body.
"Hello sorrow my old friend." She sang over the Back. She smiled, pleased at the word switch.
Sorrow was her constant companion. It coursed through her veins alongside her blood and drugs.
Her weight
lose had been dramatic. She felt like Wonder Woman, until it wore off and she
would sneak away and start all over again.
Surely, her
husband must know what she was doing. After all this was not a cheap habit. He
must not care. This saddened her even more. Now, she was invited to parties. Now,
he wanted to touch her. Now, she didn't want him to.
It would
take so little to end this madness. A little extra in the syringe, and poof she
would be gone. How embarrassing that would be for him. His wife, laying in a
foaming pile of vomit and her own secretions. His wife, a drug addict and the
whole world would know.
Looking down
at her arm, rubber band still in place, she smiled as she refilled the syringe
one last time.
Tuesday, May 27, 2014
A Challenge.
I hope you all had an excellent memorial day weekend. I did. The weather is finally nice here. In the 80's. I'm trying to figure out this new computer so I can put pictures up. I am not a computer wiz however, so it might take a minute.
So today, I'm challenging you to all write short stories. Just one blog. One short story. Easy. It can be about anything. Any theme.
I will have mine up on Friday. It can be a story in pictures for those of you, like Texwise, or an actual story. If you are in and want to play make sure you let me know and invite others to play along. Please let me know if you have people that want to participate so I can go read their stories.
Ok the challenge is on. Hope you all play and have fun with it. :)
So today, I'm challenging you to all write short stories. Just one blog. One short story. Easy. It can be about anything. Any theme.
I will have mine up on Friday. It can be a story in pictures for those of you, like Texwise, or an actual story. If you are in and want to play make sure you let me know and invite others to play along. Please let me know if you have people that want to participate so I can go read their stories.
Ok the challenge is on. Hope you all play and have fun with it. :)
Wednesday, May 21, 2014
Fun ways to entertain yourselves.
I got an email about things to do when I retire. Now technically I am retired as the government says I can no longer work. That's annoying. So here are some idea's for those of you in retirement currently or for when you get there eventually. I've already done some of these and they are very funny. I added my own comments, and a few of my favorite things to do when I am bored.
Have not done this but I want to.
Done and done.
Done and done again. The waitress look was hilarious my husbands reaction was better. Went something like "Uh babe. There's no such thing." HIs face was so serious. sigh.
Does a play count? If so I've done this.
At the clinic on base they call your number when it's time to pick up your medications. I yelled out Bingo! and waved my ticket around as I ran to the counter. My husband did not find this amusing.
Planning on doing this one as soon as I can get my whole family together for one freakin meal.
You can also go to an outdoors store and climb in a tent. When people walk by tell them they can come in but they have to get there own sleeping bags.
Also you can climb in the racks at Walmart and when people are looking at the clothes you can say in a weird voice.
"You don't want to buy that."
Watch them jump. Pretty funny.
Another one is to pick up random items and drop them in peoples carts when they are not looking. The bigger the better.
Sing and dance down store aisle and invite people to join you.
As you pass cars on the freeway start licking the window.
There are many other fun things to amuse yourselves. If you need idea's this is my forte. I don't have many talents but this is my strong suit. Yes I do get bored easily. Have fun.
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