Not really but I thought that would grab your attention, gotcha!
In actuality it was charged with excitement of the fairly common kind, except for the possible radiation in our gallon of milk…NOT!
By that intriguing comment I bet you can tell that we went grocery shopping and then saw the news! Scary, the cows in Washington and California, they must have glow in the dark grass in their meadows, since apparently their milk is showing slight radiation infusions; not funny I hear you all saying and yes I agree! But I couldn’t resist my bad…
Any-who, we did get our food necessity shopping done thanks to Hubby’s pension check coming in; gosh we, were out of everything and our bill there reflected that!
We intended on leaving before eleven A.M. for that major errand but I had heard a rumbling noise emanating from our roof top early this morning, a sound that has meant in the past that our pools solar panels had lost their sashing and were free flowing up and down all over it.
Sure enough Hubby checked and they were all doing their funky rollover dance and so Hubby had to hopefully find more sashes to secure it with a storm possibly coming this evening, in fact according to the news reports it may be here before I finish this!
And so scarily Hubby had to climb the ladder to our one story roof, not so scary you say… well , Hubby has a really bad back and I worry, ladder climbing is not so easy in that condition as anyone who has one too can well imagine, but he installed the panels nearly six years ago before his accident. Fortunately, he has been to physical therapy and so he does know proper body mechanics for the job, and so he was able to get up there finish what he went up there to do and not hurt too badly until he mentioned it this evening to me after dinner, oh darn!
Shortly after we arrived home and we put our groceries away, had some lunch the mail came. And today we heard back from the IRS about that five hundred bucks they electronically put into our account a year ago last February, when we knew our refund was only supposed to be sixty-eight dollars and being an honest gal who knows how to do our taxes and we have done our own for many years online for free, Hubby and I both knew a mistake had been made and so I called the IRS that same day and gave them all the critical personal info they needed to check their mistake and they still insisted it was ours to keep! Well, not being perfect ever we took their diagnosis as being correct and so we happily accepted this, ‘found money’, gosh heaven knows who couldn’t use an additional five hundred bucks? And with our mounting medical bills it was a welcome relief to help with them. And so we remained fat dumb and happy for nine whole months and then the letter came from the IRS!
We regret to tell you that you owe us five hundred dollars and we want it now!
Well, that’s not exactly what they said but you get the gist of it.
And so I wrote back and explained that when we received it that we knew it wasn’t ours but they insisted that it was and now that entire amount would be difficult to pay back at one time and could we set up a payment plan without interest or penalties, since it was their mistake not ours.
After an interim letter stating that they would get back to us in forty-five more days but if we wanted to start paying them back we could and we opted on waiting; I even wrote that in this blog, since we had no idea what would be the amount decided on for a monthly payment plan. Today we received another letter telling us that we had to pay the entire amount by April 16, 2011 or we will be paying penalties and interest! Thus a two hour and twenty minute phone call to the number they included in the letter if we ‘had any questions’.
Hubby tried getting through to the correct person for over an hour but no one knew what he was talking about and in fact they bounced him around from person to person said that we owed nothing! Crazy, yes it is true this year we owe nothing and are not getting anything back either. But when he tried to explain that this was from 2009 they shifted him over to someone else who had no idea of what he was talking about either! The second hour and twenty-two minutes was my turn and I finally was speaking to a woman who seemed to understand but at first I could not understand her. You see, she had a heavy accent, and this time it was an Asian one and so I asked to speak to someone else because I felt that we would have difficulty understanding each other and I tried not to sound as if it was a racist remark, because in my mind it was not it was that if we couldn’t discuss something this important due to a communication problem that wouldn’t be very good, especially for me and Hubby. But she spoke slower and I listened better, see even I can learn, anyway what it boiled down to was a payment plan that we qualified for without penalties, but she could not promise without interest and she suggested writing another letter to different address this one in Philadelphia and so while she was giving it to me our house phone started beeping and then it went dead!
Who says we live in the slow lane, huh?
Oh yea that was me… well stay tuned…
All right I did get the whole address before it went totally dead but I thought it was more exciting to leave you wondering… boy I ruin all my own fun!
On that little bit of a view into my world once again let me be the first to wish you all a happy good night and ask you to count your blessings and to kindly share your overages and we will too!
And next time please be here or be square, ya hear!
Speaking My Mind is about: Tobi, who is a middle aged, no, oh all right a slightly over the hill woman with all the imperfections that go with that, and this concerns her daily life's perceptions and experiences.
Thursday, March 31, 2011
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
A day of learning
After feeling a bit ill when I awoke and so I took my glucose level with my test kit that I was told to get nearly two years ago, a fasting test is always more accurate. It had been a while since I had tested, since the last time it was within in the normal range, which is below one hundred that is according to the literature that I had been given. But this morning it seemed not so good it read one hundred and twenty seven and I thought perhaps that it meant that I was now a diabetic. Fortunately, we had bought one of those beverages for glucose spikes that were for neutralizing your levels and so I took it. Within an hour I retook my glucose test and found out that it had gone up to one hundred and forty-one, not extraordinarily high for a type one diabetic, but for a woman who has been told that she is on the brink of type two for the last few years; I became concerned.
Being my normal needing to know self I contacted the available nurses at the local hospital that have free information and doctor referral services. The first one I spoke with seemed to be unsure. And I asked her what I should do, since I first had been nauseas and did vomit I asked her about that and that problem I believe is caused by my aversion to odors and as suspected she told me to eat lightly, drink liquids with crackers and don’t put any solids in my stomach until I stop vomiting for eight hours, and said to see a doctor within the next twenty-four hours. Far as my glucose numbers go they were under what she believed to be in the danger zone, and she said if it goes over two hundred then I should have it checked. But she called back later and told me that anything under one-hundred and twenty five was OK, but over was possibly diabetes type two, but that did not mean that you were a diabetic yet, huh? I don’t want to be and I suppose now is the time to get another A1C test once again, those are more telling. So once I figure out where and when, I will.
I had contacted my old friend, the professor, herself with diabetes to get a couple of names of an endocrinologist’s and her internist names to perhaps use. Hers is so upsetting she is so ill with it and her skin lesions not healing due to an extreme lack of white blood cells and a very rare blood type ‘B negative’, only 2% of the populace of the world have that blood type; my heart goes out to her and I so wish there is something I could do for her… The only thing I did do was give her my neurologists name and phone number since she also has diabetic neuropathy with everything else, so I feel useless to help her; only wish that I could.
I would like to be able to do a campaign to find her that blood type and perhaps she could get a bone marrow transplant or something. Oh, I don’t know exactly what it would take; she is a mother of three and grandmother of two and a wonderful lovely lady! It broke my heart speaking with her about what she was going through, and yet she was so sympathetic to my problems. What a decent human being.
I did contact the American MS Association, amsa.org too on my nausea problem with odors that causes that vomiting issue which in reality is NO fun and it has recently increased, and from what I could glean online it appears to be another one of those brain thingies that goes through the blood brain barrier, but not a common MS problem. I guess I will need to start jotting all this down for my neuro appointment next month. As expected she had nothing on it and when I told her that I would love to be able to go out more but as she well knew that the heat was all MS peoples enemies she said they have a free cooling vest and that I would qualify for it, since I fit their criteria for the yearly Cranial MRI, which I am due for next January!
And so she is sending me the application and it should be here any day now. Do any of you know how great that is going to be; to be able to go out again into the world? Yippee! It could mean returning to a more adventurous life amongst the exciting crowds that do things like street fairs and art shows and who knows what else! The possibilities are endless.
You see, I had the cold packs and even those beaded scarves that you dip in ice water. But to be honest they do work but in order to wear the ice packs I have to place them in my clothing, my bra, and believe me when I tell you this gal, no longer needs any help in that arena, plus it is a little more than chilling directly on the skin!
And so these vests do get filled with the cold packs too but have the fabric slots for them, perfect, and more than inconspicuous I presume?
On that hopeful possibility let me be the first to wish you all a very happy good night and to ask you all to count those blessings and to kindly share those overages and we will too!
And next time please be here or be square, ya hear?
Being my normal needing to know self I contacted the available nurses at the local hospital that have free information and doctor referral services. The first one I spoke with seemed to be unsure. And I asked her what I should do, since I first had been nauseas and did vomit I asked her about that and that problem I believe is caused by my aversion to odors and as suspected she told me to eat lightly, drink liquids with crackers and don’t put any solids in my stomach until I stop vomiting for eight hours, and said to see a doctor within the next twenty-four hours. Far as my glucose numbers go they were under what she believed to be in the danger zone, and she said if it goes over two hundred then I should have it checked. But she called back later and told me that anything under one-hundred and twenty five was OK, but over was possibly diabetes type two, but that did not mean that you were a diabetic yet, huh? I don’t want to be and I suppose now is the time to get another A1C test once again, those are more telling. So once I figure out where and when, I will.
I had contacted my old friend, the professor, herself with diabetes to get a couple of names of an endocrinologist’s and her internist names to perhaps use. Hers is so upsetting she is so ill with it and her skin lesions not healing due to an extreme lack of white blood cells and a very rare blood type ‘B negative’, only 2% of the populace of the world have that blood type; my heart goes out to her and I so wish there is something I could do for her… The only thing I did do was give her my neurologists name and phone number since she also has diabetic neuropathy with everything else, so I feel useless to help her; only wish that I could.
I would like to be able to do a campaign to find her that blood type and perhaps she could get a bone marrow transplant or something. Oh, I don’t know exactly what it would take; she is a mother of three and grandmother of two and a wonderful lovely lady! It broke my heart speaking with her about what she was going through, and yet she was so sympathetic to my problems. What a decent human being.
I did contact the American MS Association, amsa.org too on my nausea problem with odors that causes that vomiting issue which in reality is NO fun and it has recently increased, and from what I could glean online it appears to be another one of those brain thingies that goes through the blood brain barrier, but not a common MS problem. I guess I will need to start jotting all this down for my neuro appointment next month. As expected she had nothing on it and when I told her that I would love to be able to go out more but as she well knew that the heat was all MS peoples enemies she said they have a free cooling vest and that I would qualify for it, since I fit their criteria for the yearly Cranial MRI, which I am due for next January!
And so she is sending me the application and it should be here any day now. Do any of you know how great that is going to be; to be able to go out again into the world? Yippee! It could mean returning to a more adventurous life amongst the exciting crowds that do things like street fairs and art shows and who knows what else! The possibilities are endless.
You see, I had the cold packs and even those beaded scarves that you dip in ice water. But to be honest they do work but in order to wear the ice packs I have to place them in my clothing, my bra, and believe me when I tell you this gal, no longer needs any help in that arena, plus it is a little more than chilling directly on the skin!
And so these vests do get filled with the cold packs too but have the fabric slots for them, perfect, and more than inconspicuous I presume?
On that hopeful possibility let me be the first to wish you all a very happy good night and to ask you all to count those blessings and to kindly share those overages and we will too!
And next time please be here or be square, ya hear?
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Unfriend?
“Unfriend: The act of removing a friend from your Facebook account.
Compulsive people prune their friend list periodically, removing people that they no longer have contact with. More often though, unfriending is only done when a particular friend's updates and self-promotions become so annoying that you can no longer stand hearing about them. Or you might unfriend someone when they piss you off, however, this is not very effective since the person who is unfriended is not notified that you unfriended them and you'd be better off to keep them as a friend and plot your revenge.”
Thanks to the Urban Dictionary for this complete definition, although there is more if you go there.
Have any of you had experiences with people who said they have photo shopped you in the instant message section of your Facebook page? Or that they have an opinion of you and have discussed it with others, that one I do think is a game
I really don’t know if it is a game a joke or whatever I have not gotten an answer from the ones doing it and I do ask and so I copy their names and paste them to my search and then I unfriend them.
Most I have had no interaction with that I can remember anyway.
I suppose it is my own fault being a wise gal of wanting to friend all of those strangers!
Many are no different than any other numbers game you can think of.
Wanting more of this or that just so you can say it that you have so many!
What was I thinking, apparently not much, huh? I suppose I thought it was not greed since it had nothing to do with money, but it was just that GREEDY!
Sorry to burden you all with this problem but I am so sure that my concerns are not unique to me that is the only reason I thought that I would mention it.
I’m no youngster anymore, but I bet you all knew that and at somewhat of a disadvantage not knowing all of the ins and outs of this thing we all adopted as a social network to reconnect with friends and family, although, from my understanding it is forever changing. And I guess that could be a good thing, but will someone please send me the play book?
Moving on… that adorable little froggy I posted a few days ago is of the Cuban Tree Frog species and I heard back from our county extension who also sent me sites to go to for more information on capturing them and humanely ridding your yard of them, and here they are: http://edis.ifas.ufl.edu/uw259
http://edis.ifas.ufl.edu/pdffiles/UW/UW34600.pdf
Hopefully if you too find them you will recognize them and are cautious on the how and reasoning why they are not beneficial; please read those two sites if you need to know before doing anything since they do emit toxicity from their skin. From what I read briefly you should capture them wearing rubber gloves or use a plastic bag over you hands but don’t touch them! Please just go to the sites, OK?
Before I heard back Hubby had dumped our little guy out of the birdhouse he took over and he, the frog not Hubby, scampered off through the fence and so far Hubby said he hasn’t seen anymore. So we are good I guess, but now we know what to do if need be, like you all should.
Apparently, they were another one of those little critters sold for a pet and when the child got sick from the toxicity the parents or whomever released them into the wild where they have systematically created havoc in our state like so many other none indigenous creatures have. That last info was from the Sarasota Jungle Gardens, since when I contacted The Mote Marine Laboratory they said they don’t do reptiles. Well Mote; I beg to differ since the last time I asked them years ago they were very helpful; too bad no more, oh well.
Any-who, on that more informative ending to this evening allow me to be the first to wish you all a very happy good night and to kindly, ask you to count all those blessings and share those overages and we will too!
And next time please be here or be square, ya hear?
PS Does that mean that I must unfriend myself since I promote this blog on Facebook? See, now this is so confusing, isn't it? LOL! But really it is.
Compulsive people prune their friend list periodically, removing people that they no longer have contact with. More often though, unfriending is only done when a particular friend's updates and self-promotions become so annoying that you can no longer stand hearing about them. Or you might unfriend someone when they piss you off, however, this is not very effective since the person who is unfriended is not notified that you unfriended them and you'd be better off to keep them as a friend and plot your revenge.”
Thanks to the Urban Dictionary for this complete definition, although there is more if you go there.
Have any of you had experiences with people who said they have photo shopped you in the instant message section of your Facebook page? Or that they have an opinion of you and have discussed it with others, that one I do think is a game
I really don’t know if it is a game a joke or whatever I have not gotten an answer from the ones doing it and I do ask and so I copy their names and paste them to my search and then I unfriend them.
Most I have had no interaction with that I can remember anyway.
I suppose it is my own fault being a wise gal of wanting to friend all of those strangers!
Many are no different than any other numbers game you can think of.
Wanting more of this or that just so you can say it that you have so many!
What was I thinking, apparently not much, huh? I suppose I thought it was not greed since it had nothing to do with money, but it was just that GREEDY!
Sorry to burden you all with this problem but I am so sure that my concerns are not unique to me that is the only reason I thought that I would mention it.
I’m no youngster anymore, but I bet you all knew that and at somewhat of a disadvantage not knowing all of the ins and outs of this thing we all adopted as a social network to reconnect with friends and family, although, from my understanding it is forever changing. And I guess that could be a good thing, but will someone please send me the play book?
Moving on… that adorable little froggy I posted a few days ago is of the Cuban Tree Frog species and I heard back from our county extension who also sent me sites to go to for more information on capturing them and humanely ridding your yard of them, and here they are: http://edis.ifas.ufl.edu/uw259
http://edis.ifas.ufl.edu/pdffiles/UW/UW34600.pdf
Hopefully if you too find them you will recognize them and are cautious on the how and reasoning why they are not beneficial; please read those two sites if you need to know before doing anything since they do emit toxicity from their skin. From what I read briefly you should capture them wearing rubber gloves or use a plastic bag over you hands but don’t touch them! Please just go to the sites, OK?
Before I heard back Hubby had dumped our little guy out of the birdhouse he took over and he, the frog not Hubby, scampered off through the fence and so far Hubby said he hasn’t seen anymore. So we are good I guess, but now we know what to do if need be, like you all should.
Apparently, they were another one of those little critters sold for a pet and when the child got sick from the toxicity the parents or whomever released them into the wild where they have systematically created havoc in our state like so many other none indigenous creatures have. That last info was from the Sarasota Jungle Gardens, since when I contacted The Mote Marine Laboratory they said they don’t do reptiles. Well Mote; I beg to differ since the last time I asked them years ago they were very helpful; too bad no more, oh well.
Any-who, on that more informative ending to this evening allow me to be the first to wish you all a very happy good night and to kindly, ask you to count all those blessings and share those overages and we will too!
And next time please be here or be square, ya hear?
PS Does that mean that I must unfriend myself since I promote this blog on Facebook? See, now this is so confusing, isn't it? LOL! But really it is.
Monday, March 28, 2011
Rain?
We got it here in ‘Paradise’, a magnificent amount of that useful resource that too many take for granted and tend to overuse.
It was bound to happen when I kept bragging about our perfect all the time weather; but to be honest we really, really, did need it!
This time of year is considered our forest fire time of year, since it is our dry season.
And boy, were we dry, according to the numbers that were in the nearly five hundred range with our southern counties below us more than seven hundred in the numbers game that constitutes a drought.
I did find out recently that those numbers actually refer to how many inches of earth are dried out, and no it is not five hundred it is five inches down into the ground is dried out, or six or seven inches, but stated by hundredths and that I do not know why it is.
If I find out I will tell you.
Today, we did get quite a nasty storm in the wee hours of the morning starting around four thirty A.M. and the yammering of the thunder and lightening woke me up!
But when I saw the clock said four thirty-three I went back to sleep and the next thing I knew it was six thirty; a better respected time to wake up; I would say.
Sleep is very important to everyone, but some have no choices due to the type of job they have. I on the other hand, seriously have no excuse about that, except the pain thingy.
Well, while writing this I had a pain around the rib cage so I went to lie down, and now I will be finishing up for this evening, since it could be just my MS hugs or who knows what, but sitting here is not very comfortable so I will close this early tonight with just this shorty, please forgive…and allow me to be the first to wish you all a very happy good night and ask you kindly to count those blessings and share those overages and we will too!
And next time please be here or be square, ya hear?
It was bound to happen when I kept bragging about our perfect all the time weather; but to be honest we really, really, did need it!
This time of year is considered our forest fire time of year, since it is our dry season.
And boy, were we dry, according to the numbers that were in the nearly five hundred range with our southern counties below us more than seven hundred in the numbers game that constitutes a drought.
I did find out recently that those numbers actually refer to how many inches of earth are dried out, and no it is not five hundred it is five inches down into the ground is dried out, or six or seven inches, but stated by hundredths and that I do not know why it is.
If I find out I will tell you.
Today, we did get quite a nasty storm in the wee hours of the morning starting around four thirty A.M. and the yammering of the thunder and lightening woke me up!
But when I saw the clock said four thirty-three I went back to sleep and the next thing I knew it was six thirty; a better respected time to wake up; I would say.
Sleep is very important to everyone, but some have no choices due to the type of job they have. I on the other hand, seriously have no excuse about that, except the pain thingy.
Well, while writing this I had a pain around the rib cage so I went to lie down, and now I will be finishing up for this evening, since it could be just my MS hugs or who knows what, but sitting here is not very comfortable so I will close this early tonight with just this shorty, please forgive…and allow me to be the first to wish you all a very happy good night and ask you kindly to count those blessings and share those overages and we will too!
And next time please be here or be square, ya hear?
Sunday, March 27, 2011
The visit...
Have you ever gone to someone’s home and when you got there it looked like they had been homesteading there forever and that it just fit them to a ‘T’?
Now, many of us adapt easily and move our stuff from place to place in our lives and accept the new abode and assimilate well, but do many of us really fit like a glove into that domicile space?
An old friend of mine’s new for her home; you see it seems to have that appearance with her carefully chosen accoutrements from antique and thrift stores, but highly valuable rich looking finds that speak of her love for being well traveled and enjoying the better things in life!
And of course her remembrance things like the floral pettipoint enhanced comforter that her children bought as a gift for her and her Salvador Dali water color that was an incredible estate sale find for her hanging over her loveseat in the living room.
The chaise in velveteen and so many truly carefully chosen pieces all seem to fit so well in her most recent move of this past summer due to a marital split due to a philandering husband.
But as we all must think in these days of misery for each of us in all our own individual ways that some things are just a stepping stone to whatever may be the better life for oneself.
Or as some believe everything happens for a reason, sorry no need for clichés, no one wants them in their particular horror moments, and as they say a divorce is like a death in the family and so grief is a nasty horrid thing to express for most all of us.
And what to say, what to say… most say, say nothing, just listen… and so I did somewhat… but sadly my listening skills leave much to be desired but I did try and interjected, I hope with not too ridiculous observations and only meaning well encouragement, I pray.
Aside from now having to tie up some very untidy difficult ends I really feel that this woman will be doing great…why, you might ask?
She is very capable and strong to fend for herself and everyday she gets stronger still; not unlike many others who have had to deal with similar situations.
Hubby drove me there since he is my ride always. And at first he even mentioned that he might drop me off and that I should call him to pick me up. But I insisted he stay that we would not be there too long and sure enough we only stayed about an hour and half due to his saying that we should go by that time. I am not so dense that I could not tell that he was slightly uncomfortable because of the conversation. But he did hang in there longer than many other men might do in not so different a circumstance. And that dear sweet lady did include him in our conversation and asked him about household repairs that lit up his face, since those are things he does feel comfortable with!
We went there to retrieve a book that I had loaned her, one of my signed ones from the author.
This one is, “Live Like You Were Dying” by Michael Morris and the forward is by Tim McGraw, and yes it is that Tim McGraw.
You see I met Michael on one of those pharmaceutical junkets to keep us informed about all their new products that had something to do with any of the ills we may be involved with, and this was just months before Boniva came out, the Osteoporosis medication. And so they wined and dined people involved with non-profits; they flew us all to Nashville back in 2005 and we got to stay at the Lowe’s Hotel there, not the home store, by the way since I may have spelled it wrong… any-who, he was at that time also a pharmaceutical rep for that company GSK and had written this book on positive thinking and so I just said that I had to have it and blatantly requested a signed copy from him and within weeks he mailed it to me!
Am I bad, or what?
Over these last few years I have shared it with many people who I hope that his encouraging words have helped, and why not at least I do hope so.
But oddly enough I never read it myself. I know I can hear you all saying or is that laughing or yelling; "you are too weird TOBI!"
Well, I do have every intention to read this tiny marvel of information, since the whole book is only one hundred and seventy-seven pages long! Shame on me!
This marvelous strong lady in return shared one of her books with me. I only hope that my good eye will cooperate to finish hers, which in reality is not much longer than the one I loaned her.
We will see I am thinking positively…
On that note of … she said what?
Let me be the first to say that I want to wish you all a very happy good night and to ask you to count those blessings and to share those overages and we will too!
And next time please be here or be square, ya hear?
Now, many of us adapt easily and move our stuff from place to place in our lives and accept the new abode and assimilate well, but do many of us really fit like a glove into that domicile space?
An old friend of mine’s new for her home; you see it seems to have that appearance with her carefully chosen accoutrements from antique and thrift stores, but highly valuable rich looking finds that speak of her love for being well traveled and enjoying the better things in life!
And of course her remembrance things like the floral pettipoint enhanced comforter that her children bought as a gift for her and her Salvador Dali water color that was an incredible estate sale find for her hanging over her loveseat in the living room.
The chaise in velveteen and so many truly carefully chosen pieces all seem to fit so well in her most recent move of this past summer due to a marital split due to a philandering husband.
But as we all must think in these days of misery for each of us in all our own individual ways that some things are just a stepping stone to whatever may be the better life for oneself.
Or as some believe everything happens for a reason, sorry no need for clichés, no one wants them in their particular horror moments, and as they say a divorce is like a death in the family and so grief is a nasty horrid thing to express for most all of us.
And what to say, what to say… most say, say nothing, just listen… and so I did somewhat… but sadly my listening skills leave much to be desired but I did try and interjected, I hope with not too ridiculous observations and only meaning well encouragement, I pray.
Aside from now having to tie up some very untidy difficult ends I really feel that this woman will be doing great…why, you might ask?
She is very capable and strong to fend for herself and everyday she gets stronger still; not unlike many others who have had to deal with similar situations.
Hubby drove me there since he is my ride always. And at first he even mentioned that he might drop me off and that I should call him to pick me up. But I insisted he stay that we would not be there too long and sure enough we only stayed about an hour and half due to his saying that we should go by that time. I am not so dense that I could not tell that he was slightly uncomfortable because of the conversation. But he did hang in there longer than many other men might do in not so different a circumstance. And that dear sweet lady did include him in our conversation and asked him about household repairs that lit up his face, since those are things he does feel comfortable with!
We went there to retrieve a book that I had loaned her, one of my signed ones from the author.
This one is, “Live Like You Were Dying” by Michael Morris and the forward is by Tim McGraw, and yes it is that Tim McGraw.
You see I met Michael on one of those pharmaceutical junkets to keep us informed about all their new products that had something to do with any of the ills we may be involved with, and this was just months before Boniva came out, the Osteoporosis medication. And so they wined and dined people involved with non-profits; they flew us all to Nashville back in 2005 and we got to stay at the Lowe’s Hotel there, not the home store, by the way since I may have spelled it wrong… any-who, he was at that time also a pharmaceutical rep for that company GSK and had written this book on positive thinking and so I just said that I had to have it and blatantly requested a signed copy from him and within weeks he mailed it to me!
Am I bad, or what?
Over these last few years I have shared it with many people who I hope that his encouraging words have helped, and why not at least I do hope so.
But oddly enough I never read it myself. I know I can hear you all saying or is that laughing or yelling; "you are too weird TOBI!"
Well, I do have every intention to read this tiny marvel of information, since the whole book is only one hundred and seventy-seven pages long! Shame on me!
This marvelous strong lady in return shared one of her books with me. I only hope that my good eye will cooperate to finish hers, which in reality is not much longer than the one I loaned her.
We will see I am thinking positively…
On that note of … she said what?
Let me be the first to say that I want to wish you all a very happy good night and to ask you to count those blessings and to share those overages and we will too!
And next time please be here or be square, ya hear?
Saturday, March 26, 2011
When one is vague must we apologize?
When I wrote my column last night I wrote that two people were discharged from their employment with a local media firm. WOW, am I good at CYA (‘covering your ass’, for those not familiar with that technical expressive acronym) or what? And I don’t even have a legal department to refer to; euphemisms are me all on my own.
Specificity is extremely important when reporting on the news or weather but I do neither here, only minute touches here and there periodically, but who would believe me, I ask you, really? Most people would say that I don’t even give a lot of information regularly, but I should remind you all that this poppycock is nothing more than an exercise in me seeing my mind working (still or not) in print …HA!
And so even though I was not accurate in what had happened, only one of the men was actually fired, the first one I mentioned over a week ago the other has told this person, can’t call myself a reporter although that is what I actually do here, ‘report’, that it was his choice to move on to the farthest western coast state in these U S of A, oh wait no make that the contiguous United States, not Alaska.
He also let me know that he has family there as well, and so I wished him good luck and told him that Hubby and I do have family where he will be going too… all the way over there…
It’s NOT Siberia and we already established that! But a rainy nasty cold weather state most all of the year long; great for those of the weatherman persuasion actually. He will have more to report nightly I imagine than here where our weather is pretty much perfect most all of the year!
Kids, what can you tell them; he is younger than either of our sons and so I can call him that I think, but who really knows these days.
Moving on…
Last night was movie night here at Hubby and Tobi’s domain, complete with popcorn!
The flick that I had been waiting for, and it did seem like forever was, ‘Burlesque’, and all I can say is: UN-B-Leave-ABLE! Christina Aguilera was that show stopping talent that comes along only once in a few decades! Amazing, she has the chops and range of Cher who still is an incredible show stopper herself even at this age; what powerful voices that stole the show; it gave me chills with each note sung. The supporting cast especially Stanley Tucci who was a strong lovable friend to Tess and also the house seamstress who just so happened to be gay was not played over the top; he played it just right, which made him endearing not at all comically misrepresented or disrespectful. The dancing was superb and reminded me of a Bob Fosse production, it had everything that I enjoy and miss.
In actuality we do have a weekly movie but not all are worth mentioning here, since I would hate to pan it without the credentials one with that nasty attitude has to make others not want to go see it or rent it or buy it, boy am I full of myself … what am I CRAZY? Don’t answer that, please… I don’t wield that much power over my followers’ decision making; or do I? NAH!
You all have excellent minds of your own, sure you do…
Like me!
Any-who to close tonight I would like to say that everyone has the right to discuss their feelings about things in life they don’t like, but remember that we should all go to the source when needing to know the facts behind a particular situation, and asking directly the person or people involved but be aware sometimes it could be a little, and I mean a very little like speaking to the almighty he/she themselves, the answer may be silence…hmm...
On that note of another observation of mine about life and all of this stuff (I just made circles with my wide open hands), I just think that everything goes around comes around, or some such thing…ha! Is that the ‘circle of life’ I hear so much about?
With that absurd ending to a ridiculous expression of my mind's eye… let me be the first to wish you all a very happy good night and to ask you to kindly count all those blessings and share those overages and we will too!
And next time please be here or be square, ya hear?
PS Remember this is not a smart person who writes these, why I am considered a functional illiterate in some circles; whoa there’s that circle of life once again, kidding. But please realize that when I see a mistake even from years ago on this blog I try my darndest to fix it and have recently done so to a few that some have felt the necessity to read once more, and thanks for that, read on peeps!
Specificity is extremely important when reporting on the news or weather but I do neither here, only minute touches here and there periodically, but who would believe me, I ask you, really? Most people would say that I don’t even give a lot of information regularly, but I should remind you all that this poppycock is nothing more than an exercise in me seeing my mind working (still or not) in print …HA!
And so even though I was not accurate in what had happened, only one of the men was actually fired, the first one I mentioned over a week ago the other has told this person, can’t call myself a reporter although that is what I actually do here, ‘report’, that it was his choice to move on to the farthest western coast state in these U S of A, oh wait no make that the contiguous United States, not Alaska.
He also let me know that he has family there as well, and so I wished him good luck and told him that Hubby and I do have family where he will be going too… all the way over there…
It’s NOT Siberia and we already established that! But a rainy nasty cold weather state most all of the year long; great for those of the weatherman persuasion actually. He will have more to report nightly I imagine than here where our weather is pretty much perfect most all of the year!
Kids, what can you tell them; he is younger than either of our sons and so I can call him that I think, but who really knows these days.
Moving on…
Last night was movie night here at Hubby and Tobi’s domain, complete with popcorn!
The flick that I had been waiting for, and it did seem like forever was, ‘Burlesque’, and all I can say is: UN-B-Leave-ABLE! Christina Aguilera was that show stopping talent that comes along only once in a few decades! Amazing, she has the chops and range of Cher who still is an incredible show stopper herself even at this age; what powerful voices that stole the show; it gave me chills with each note sung. The supporting cast especially Stanley Tucci who was a strong lovable friend to Tess and also the house seamstress who just so happened to be gay was not played over the top; he played it just right, which made him endearing not at all comically misrepresented or disrespectful. The dancing was superb and reminded me of a Bob Fosse production, it had everything that I enjoy and miss.
In actuality we do have a weekly movie but not all are worth mentioning here, since I would hate to pan it without the credentials one with that nasty attitude has to make others not want to go see it or rent it or buy it, boy am I full of myself … what am I CRAZY? Don’t answer that, please… I don’t wield that much power over my followers’ decision making; or do I? NAH!
You all have excellent minds of your own, sure you do…
Like me!
Any-who to close tonight I would like to say that everyone has the right to discuss their feelings about things in life they don’t like, but remember that we should all go to the source when needing to know the facts behind a particular situation, and asking directly the person or people involved but be aware sometimes it could be a little, and I mean a very little like speaking to the almighty he/she themselves, the answer may be silence…hmm...
On that note of another observation of mine about life and all of this stuff (I just made circles with my wide open hands), I just think that everything goes around comes around, or some such thing…ha! Is that the ‘circle of life’ I hear so much about?
With that absurd ending to a ridiculous expression of my mind's eye… let me be the first to wish you all a very happy good night and to ask you to kindly count all those blessings and share those overages and we will too!
And next time please be here or be square, ya hear?
PS Remember this is not a smart person who writes these, why I am considered a functional illiterate in some circles; whoa there’s that circle of life once again, kidding. But please realize that when I see a mistake even from years ago on this blog I try my darndest to fix it and have recently done so to a few that some have felt the necessity to read once more, and thanks for that, read on peeps!
Friday, March 25, 2011
Oddities in life
An oddity in any shape or form is a peculiarity, a funny habit, quirk, foible, idiosyncrasy, strangeness, oddball, nonconformist, eccentric, crank, unusual person, curiosity, odd thing, rarity, and last but not least a phenomenon.
Geez, I could be called one! LOL!
Not all that goes on in this world is the usual run of the mill, and what does that really mean anyway, “Who’s running the Mill?”
Any-who, taking things literarily is also rather an oddity but any child under three may very well do it, I’ll never forget when one of our sons, and I won’t say which one since I wouldn’t want to embarrass their adults selves, but I told him to put the peanut butter on the bread and he looked at me oddly and then took the jar of peanut butter and put it on the piece of bread! In reality that is exactly what I said though, true?
But when an adult does it we know there has got to be something wrong with them, but really?
Day in and day out we are telling each other what to do, not in a mean way or with disrespect but with a need to accomplish this or that, correct?
Honey can you get me this or we really should go out and take care of this, and that is what I meant.
And yes, Hubby makes suggestions too of what he needs or wants to get done too.
Have you ever found that your hands were tied, but not literarily figuratively in the sense in wanting to know something but not being allowed access to that information?
Let me make my point… two employees of a media firm have recently been let go and we the public who utilize their airwaves for our enjoyment have not been given any answers.
Yes, if you read my entitled, ‘Dilemmas’ blog from a few days ago you will know that the colleague of the most recent person was told to leave at a moments notice, and I do believe that was literal! And now another fellow has also left the same station of that visual medium, all I want to know is what is going on?
We became followers of these on camera folks and miss them dearly and don’t understand why they are now gone? They appeared to be very good at what they did, one a news anchor and the other a weather man, hmm.
Hubby and I kidded that they were keeping the women due to the fact that, that they still don’t make as much as the men! But that is NO joke and never was, it’s a little better but still not where it should be the same pay for the same work, which is only fair! Could this be a down sizing in the making? Or the fact that the call letters network, big guys, which I imagine has a controlling interest in this backwater small town has merged with a highly conservative company? And these guys were too middle of the road for them? I thought news was supposed to be unbiased, how odd? But then there is the FOX network News.
Me thinks this could be on track since the MAJOR COMPANY has not stated why this is going on other than it is none of the business of us mere public watchers and listeners.
I have a good mind to switch channels!
To me this appears to be one of those oddities in life that we seem to have little control over, sort of like when your favorite show is cancelled. But those people are actors who get paid mucho dinero and can move on, one can only hope, is it that easy in the news biz? I doubt it.
Especially if they are under contract and told they cannot work for anyone else for over a year! Do they get Golden Parachutes? I don’t think so…
I reiterate its downright CRAZY!
What’s happening in this world when a well respected NEWS STATION doesn’t feel that THEIR PUBLIC should be informed, when they allow us to get emotionally involved with their cast of characters and welcome them daily into our homes like family members!
I submit this is so unfair, we should be better informed since it is NEWS!
And I do think the very least they can do is give some type of answer to us… or we may all just switch to another channel where they treat their employees so much nicer and keep them so much longer!
On that note of frustration and also a need to know but know not how to get, this is so weird, I always say where there’s a will there is a way! Moving on…
Let me be the first to wish you all a very happy good night and to all please count those blessings and share those overages and we will too!
And next time please be here or be square, ya hear?
PS A light bulb just went off, not literarily but you know what I mean; I got it; they are OUTSOURCING THE NEWS AND WEATHER! It’s got to be, it's the only explanation that fits…see I still can think, or not… LOL!
Geez, I could be called one! LOL!
Not all that goes on in this world is the usual run of the mill, and what does that really mean anyway, “Who’s running the Mill?”
Any-who, taking things literarily is also rather an oddity but any child under three may very well do it, I’ll never forget when one of our sons, and I won’t say which one since I wouldn’t want to embarrass their adults selves, but I told him to put the peanut butter on the bread and he looked at me oddly and then took the jar of peanut butter and put it on the piece of bread! In reality that is exactly what I said though, true?
But when an adult does it we know there has got to be something wrong with them, but really?
Day in and day out we are telling each other what to do, not in a mean way or with disrespect but with a need to accomplish this or that, correct?
Honey can you get me this or we really should go out and take care of this, and that is what I meant.
And yes, Hubby makes suggestions too of what he needs or wants to get done too.
Have you ever found that your hands were tied, but not literarily figuratively in the sense in wanting to know something but not being allowed access to that information?
Let me make my point… two employees of a media firm have recently been let go and we the public who utilize their airwaves for our enjoyment have not been given any answers.
Yes, if you read my entitled, ‘Dilemmas’ blog from a few days ago you will know that the colleague of the most recent person was told to leave at a moments notice, and I do believe that was literal! And now another fellow has also left the same station of that visual medium, all I want to know is what is going on?
We became followers of these on camera folks and miss them dearly and don’t understand why they are now gone? They appeared to be very good at what they did, one a news anchor and the other a weather man, hmm.
Hubby and I kidded that they were keeping the women due to the fact that, that they still don’t make as much as the men! But that is NO joke and never was, it’s a little better but still not where it should be the same pay for the same work, which is only fair! Could this be a down sizing in the making? Or the fact that the call letters network, big guys, which I imagine has a controlling interest in this backwater small town has merged with a highly conservative company? And these guys were too middle of the road for them? I thought news was supposed to be unbiased, how odd? But then there is the FOX network News.
Me thinks this could be on track since the MAJOR COMPANY has not stated why this is going on other than it is none of the business of us mere public watchers and listeners.
I have a good mind to switch channels!
To me this appears to be one of those oddities in life that we seem to have little control over, sort of like when your favorite show is cancelled. But those people are actors who get paid mucho dinero and can move on, one can only hope, is it that easy in the news biz? I doubt it.
Especially if they are under contract and told they cannot work for anyone else for over a year! Do they get Golden Parachutes? I don’t think so…
I reiterate its downright CRAZY!
What’s happening in this world when a well respected NEWS STATION doesn’t feel that THEIR PUBLIC should be informed, when they allow us to get emotionally involved with their cast of characters and welcome them daily into our homes like family members!
I submit this is so unfair, we should be better informed since it is NEWS!
And I do think the very least they can do is give some type of answer to us… or we may all just switch to another channel where they treat their employees so much nicer and keep them so much longer!
On that note of frustration and also a need to know but know not how to get, this is so weird, I always say where there’s a will there is a way! Moving on…
Let me be the first to wish you all a very happy good night and to all please count those blessings and share those overages and we will too!
And next time please be here or be square, ya hear?
PS A light bulb just went off, not literarily but you know what I mean; I got it; they are OUTSOURCING THE NEWS AND WEATHER! It’s got to be, it's the only explanation that fits…see I still can think, or not… LOL!
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Pests in the garden...
Pests, yes a few nasty little guys, worms on our over one hundred and fifty tomatoes!
But Hubby is on the job with his ‘Safe Insecticidal Soap’ spray.
That stuff takes care of most all the veggie interlopers and that is quite refreshing since that garden is chemical free and compost was used for the soil to create those wonderful abundant plants to thrive!
By our pond garden area we think we may have another horrible intruder, but we are waiting to hear back from the professionals it may be the cute little frog I had Hubby photograph for my Facebook page may very well he might be that infamous Cuban Tree Frog, which is not indigenous to Florida and is toxic and harmful to all other frogs and eats everything it can get a hold of.
Cute, but he can sure fool you.
Almost looks like a bat in our birdhouse that Hubby made, he really was looking forward to some feathered friends to take up the homestead, not this critter. He felt if this one was enjoyed he would make some more with all the cedar fencing we have left, but now we are on hold. PS we have pretty painted ones on the side of our shed, but it appears that lizards are living in them?
Tonight is new for me to try this adding in a PIC and if it works you may be seeing me doing more of the same.
So far, I contacted the county extension to get some logical feedback on the little demon, because if it a Cuban tree frog it multiplies quite prolifically and can kill off our fish in our pond by taking all the oxygen out of the water from too many tadpoles placed there. Their toxicity is also dangerous to household animals if they try to catch them or eat them it can be lethal.
But my contact there emailed back that she is on maternity leave, and gave me the name of a colleague in her instant message to contact and so I will. We also have the ability to try asking the Mote Marine laboratories since they have many biologists there too, and have been helpful in the past with other previous questions.
It’s so nice to have access and the knowledge of the how to find out things you don’t know but would like to.
You see these little darlings resemble other harmless species and we would hate to destroy them if they are those beneficial ones.
Yes, I did say destroy, but in a humane way I would think that is why those two agencies will be contacted again.
On that note of trying to resolve a real issue of life in the slow lane…Let me be the first to wish you all a very happy good night and ask you to kindly count those blessings and to share those overages and we will too!
And next time please be here or be square, ya hear?
But Hubby is on the job with his ‘Safe Insecticidal Soap’ spray.
That stuff takes care of most all the veggie interlopers and that is quite refreshing since that garden is chemical free and compost was used for the soil to create those wonderful abundant plants to thrive!
By our pond garden area we think we may have another horrible intruder, but we are waiting to hear back from the professionals it may be the cute little frog I had Hubby photograph for my Facebook page may very well he might be that infamous Cuban Tree Frog, which is not indigenous to Florida and is toxic and harmful to all other frogs and eats everything it can get a hold of.
Cute, but he can sure fool you.
Almost looks like a bat in our birdhouse that Hubby made, he really was looking forward to some feathered friends to take up the homestead, not this critter. He felt if this one was enjoyed he would make some more with all the cedar fencing we have left, but now we are on hold. PS we have pretty painted ones on the side of our shed, but it appears that lizards are living in them?
Tonight is new for me to try this adding in a PIC and if it works you may be seeing me doing more of the same.
So far, I contacted the county extension to get some logical feedback on the little demon, because if it a Cuban tree frog it multiplies quite prolifically and can kill off our fish in our pond by taking all the oxygen out of the water from too many tadpoles placed there. Their toxicity is also dangerous to household animals if they try to catch them or eat them it can be lethal.
But my contact there emailed back that she is on maternity leave, and gave me the name of a colleague in her instant message to contact and so I will. We also have the ability to try asking the Mote Marine laboratories since they have many biologists there too, and have been helpful in the past with other previous questions.
It’s so nice to have access and the knowledge of the how to find out things you don’t know but would like to.
You see these little darlings resemble other harmless species and we would hate to destroy them if they are those beneficial ones.
Yes, I did say destroy, but in a humane way I would think that is why those two agencies will be contacted again.
On that note of trying to resolve a real issue of life in the slow lane…Let me be the first to wish you all a very happy good night and ask you to kindly count those blessings and to share those overages and we will too!
And next time please be here or be square, ya hear?
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Converse?
To ‘converse’ is to talk, speak, communicate, chat or discuss, contrary, opposite, reverse, opposing or the reverse, but also a sneaker company!
“1908–1941: Early days and Chuck Taylor
In his late 30s, Marquis Mill Converse, who was previously a respected manager at a footwear manufacturing firm, opened the Converse Rubber Shoe Company (completely unrelated to the Boston Rubber Shoe Company founded by fourth cousin Elisha Converse) in Malden, Massachusetts in 1908. The company was a rubber shoe manufacturer, providing winterized rubber soled footwear for men, women, and children. By 1910, Converse was producing 4,000 shoes daily, but it was not until 1915 that the company began manufacturing athletic shoes for tennis. The company's main turning point came in 1917 when the Converse All-Star basketball shoe was introduced. Then in 1921, a basketball player named Charles H. "Chuck" Taylor walked into Converse complaining of sore feet. Converse gave him a job. He worked as a salesman and ambassador, promoting the shoes around the United States, and in 1923 his signature was added to the All Star patch. He tirelessly continued this work until shortly before his death in 1969. Converse also customized shoes for the New York Renaissance (the "Rens"), the first all-African American professional basketball team.”
Thanks to Wikipedia once again and guess what folks, hold on to your hats peeps…. for us who must have been living under a rock… Converse is a subsidiary of Nike, you got it and so both companies you can feel good about …Just do it! AMAZING! For more info just copy and paste the site below: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Converse_(shoe_company)
How about that?
But we are here to bring up conversations about almost anything, right?
Although, our feet are extremely important too and so sneakers would be the consolation to that conversation about conversing, true?
What?
That’s just utterly ridiculous…hmm, wouldn’t you say?
You see though if you read where the company name came from it was not some unique concept or clever idea or play on words type of thought of gimmickry, oh no, it was just the family’s name, how odd?
And if I do say so myself what an original concept, huh?
Oh no you say, that’s what many firms do, especially law and financial ones.
They never seem to come up with witty or cutesy monikers.
Why they use their birthright family heritages to expound on and even if they sometimes besmirch them by not doing what they should be doing we all know who to blame for their names then become, ‘MUD’.
And in recent years with all that has happened with people in financial institutions and serious dishonesty with attorneys who have been involved in all of it, it makes you wonder why, yes why would anyone do those things, with their family jewels on the line literarily and figuratively speaking, huh?
Gosh, your reputation is all anyone has when you get down to the true nitty gritty in life, isn’t it?
That’s why as a people we must all think clearly and hard before we do anything which could cause regrets, sure we should!
Tobi, me am I listening?
I should be, since it seems that I do daily what I know is NOT right, by SPEAKING MY MIND, oh well… all of you think before you talk or write and I will take it under advisement, how about that? LOL!
Is that something?
Knowing right from wrong and still doing so wrong?
Shame on me.
And many a columnist has it in their past doing some undoing of someone including themselves, but I do so love the fact that a reader of my nightly drivel actually referred to this crap of mine as an actual column?
Wow, he gave it dignity!
More than what I give it…
But that one little word made me feel legit.
Like even thought this nightly tirade of mine had some miniscule value, and for that I am so grateful.
You know something that was months ago and I never did address that comment, I just stowed it away and let it give me a reason to continue with the knowledge that this is something, not just an exercise in vocabulary usage in some type of coherency, ha, I have points to make, ideas to express and useful information to share.
How about that peeps?
It almost makes this deteriorating body and mind of mine feel necessary and useful, and for that I say HOORAY!
Thanks and you know who you are…
On that positive note of a fairly depressing self absorbed day of mine let me be the first to wish you all a very happy good night and to ask you kindly to count those blessings and share those overages and we will too!
And next time please be here or be square, ya hear?
PS Violet eyes cheerio
“1908–1941: Early days and Chuck Taylor
In his late 30s, Marquis Mill Converse, who was previously a respected manager at a footwear manufacturing firm, opened the Converse Rubber Shoe Company (completely unrelated to the Boston Rubber Shoe Company founded by fourth cousin Elisha Converse) in Malden, Massachusetts in 1908. The company was a rubber shoe manufacturer, providing winterized rubber soled footwear for men, women, and children. By 1910, Converse was producing 4,000 shoes daily, but it was not until 1915 that the company began manufacturing athletic shoes for tennis. The company's main turning point came in 1917 when the Converse All-Star basketball shoe was introduced. Then in 1921, a basketball player named Charles H. "Chuck" Taylor walked into Converse complaining of sore feet. Converse gave him a job. He worked as a salesman and ambassador, promoting the shoes around the United States, and in 1923 his signature was added to the All Star patch. He tirelessly continued this work until shortly before his death in 1969. Converse also customized shoes for the New York Renaissance (the "Rens"), the first all-African American professional basketball team.”
Thanks to Wikipedia once again and guess what folks, hold on to your hats peeps…. for us who must have been living under a rock… Converse is a subsidiary of Nike, you got it and so both companies you can feel good about …Just do it! AMAZING! For more info just copy and paste the site below: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Converse_(shoe_company)
How about that?
But we are here to bring up conversations about almost anything, right?
Although, our feet are extremely important too and so sneakers would be the consolation to that conversation about conversing, true?
What?
That’s just utterly ridiculous…hmm, wouldn’t you say?
You see though if you read where the company name came from it was not some unique concept or clever idea or play on words type of thought of gimmickry, oh no, it was just the family’s name, how odd?
And if I do say so myself what an original concept, huh?
Oh no you say, that’s what many firms do, especially law and financial ones.
They never seem to come up with witty or cutesy monikers.
Why they use their birthright family heritages to expound on and even if they sometimes besmirch them by not doing what they should be doing we all know who to blame for their names then become, ‘MUD’.
And in recent years with all that has happened with people in financial institutions and serious dishonesty with attorneys who have been involved in all of it, it makes you wonder why, yes why would anyone do those things, with their family jewels on the line literarily and figuratively speaking, huh?
Gosh, your reputation is all anyone has when you get down to the true nitty gritty in life, isn’t it?
That’s why as a people we must all think clearly and hard before we do anything which could cause regrets, sure we should!
Tobi, me am I listening?
I should be, since it seems that I do daily what I know is NOT right, by SPEAKING MY MIND, oh well… all of you think before you talk or write and I will take it under advisement, how about that? LOL!
Is that something?
Knowing right from wrong and still doing so wrong?
Shame on me.
And many a columnist has it in their past doing some undoing of someone including themselves, but I do so love the fact that a reader of my nightly drivel actually referred to this crap of mine as an actual column?
Wow, he gave it dignity!
More than what I give it…
But that one little word made me feel legit.
Like even thought this nightly tirade of mine had some miniscule value, and for that I am so grateful.
You know something that was months ago and I never did address that comment, I just stowed it away and let it give me a reason to continue with the knowledge that this is something, not just an exercise in vocabulary usage in some type of coherency, ha, I have points to make, ideas to express and useful information to share.
How about that peeps?
It almost makes this deteriorating body and mind of mine feel necessary and useful, and for that I say HOORAY!
Thanks and you know who you are…
On that positive note of a fairly depressing self absorbed day of mine let me be the first to wish you all a very happy good night and to ask you kindly to count those blessings and share those overages and we will too!
And next time please be here or be square, ya hear?
PS Violet eyes cheerio
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
WHY?
Here’s the thing… I was thinking, I know, and yes I do, wow, she does that, huh? LOL!
Yes, I do, do that on rare occasions before writing my train of conscientious format here.
Tonight it was becoming slightly difficult to come up with something not as whiney as I seem to have been over these last few days, weeks, months...yes even years…
But being a human we all have those moments, don’t we?
Come on, you know you do too!
Oh, all right, moving on… what I was trying to figure out, now don’t laugh; I was thinking about what makes me think about my happy times?
And I keep coming back to when our sons were small and hysterically funny without knowing they were.
Those were the days…
Our eldest son now closer to forty years old now than a toddler that he was when he used to call the newspaper comics, ‘The Happies!’; while our younger son made me split my sides when he rode his bicycle into our garage racing against all time looking for the insect spray can because a neighbor was, ‘bugging him!’, and he needed it to stop them!
They both played guitars and pianos, keyboards, drums and one even had a rock band and they would practice at our home… and were oh so loud, but I loved it!
Oh what joy those days were and how fast they passed.
We took our youngins camping to Hershey and Langhorne, and New Hope trips, as well as down the Chesapeake to stay and fish and crab. On rainy days we would go to museums, and let us not forget all those Lake Fairfax trips just outside of D.C. to go to those Smithsonian’s too! Disney nearly yearly before moving to Florida and the Space Coast, Busch and Key West and our visits were more often once we were living here fulltime… and on and on.
Let’s not forget that amazing trip with six hundred scouts to West Point, boy what fun! Of course there were so much more since we were boaters and they water-skied and were surfers and SCUBA and snorkerlers, soccer players and volley ball players and racket ball and tennis players etc., and on and on… what a great time was had by all!
Oh how I miss it …those oh so fond memories.
And I promise not to take the grandparent poor me route, but if the next generation were here wouldn’t we still be enjoying all of that? I do so wonder…who knows… I am not psychic, but hopeful, perhaps someday!
Today we did go out into the world to the big warehouse club for a few necessities and gas, which there was six whole cents cheaper than the rest on the road trip to there, less than five miles from our home. And I did finish my Patricia Cornwell book but gosh it took so long for me to read with me stopping and starting due to my eye problems, and it was due back today! Way too long for completion.
I guess what I should have said is just this, “I finished the book I started!”
And leave it at that, nah, not my way.
Tonight is going to be a shorty, as I said my desire to be upbeat was thwarted by myself; how ironic, huh?
And so let me please be the first to wish you all a very happy good night and to kindly ask you to count those blessings and share those overages and we will too!
Please next time, find the time to be here or be square, ya hear?
Yes, I do, do that on rare occasions before writing my train of conscientious format here.
Tonight it was becoming slightly difficult to come up with something not as whiney as I seem to have been over these last few days, weeks, months...yes even years…
But being a human we all have those moments, don’t we?
Come on, you know you do too!
Oh, all right, moving on… what I was trying to figure out, now don’t laugh; I was thinking about what makes me think about my happy times?
And I keep coming back to when our sons were small and hysterically funny without knowing they were.
Those were the days…
Our eldest son now closer to forty years old now than a toddler that he was when he used to call the newspaper comics, ‘The Happies!’; while our younger son made me split my sides when he rode his bicycle into our garage racing against all time looking for the insect spray can because a neighbor was, ‘bugging him!’, and he needed it to stop them!
They both played guitars and pianos, keyboards, drums and one even had a rock band and they would practice at our home… and were oh so loud, but I loved it!
Oh what joy those days were and how fast they passed.
We took our youngins camping to Hershey and Langhorne, and New Hope trips, as well as down the Chesapeake to stay and fish and crab. On rainy days we would go to museums, and let us not forget all those Lake Fairfax trips just outside of D.C. to go to those Smithsonian’s too! Disney nearly yearly before moving to Florida and the Space Coast, Busch and Key West and our visits were more often once we were living here fulltime… and on and on.
Let’s not forget that amazing trip with six hundred scouts to West Point, boy what fun! Of course there were so much more since we were boaters and they water-skied and were surfers and SCUBA and snorkerlers, soccer players and volley ball players and racket ball and tennis players etc., and on and on… what a great time was had by all!
Oh how I miss it …those oh so fond memories.
And I promise not to take the grandparent poor me route, but if the next generation were here wouldn’t we still be enjoying all of that? I do so wonder…who knows… I am not psychic, but hopeful, perhaps someday!
Today we did go out into the world to the big warehouse club for a few necessities and gas, which there was six whole cents cheaper than the rest on the road trip to there, less than five miles from our home. And I did finish my Patricia Cornwell book but gosh it took so long for me to read with me stopping and starting due to my eye problems, and it was due back today! Way too long for completion.
I guess what I should have said is just this, “I finished the book I started!”
And leave it at that, nah, not my way.
Tonight is going to be a shorty, as I said my desire to be upbeat was thwarted by myself; how ironic, huh?
And so let me please be the first to wish you all a very happy good night and to kindly ask you to count those blessings and share those overages and we will too!
Please next time, find the time to be here or be square, ya hear?
Monday, March 21, 2011
MS
“Multiple sclerosis, an unpredictable, often disabling disease of the central nervous system, interrupts the flow of information within the brain, and between the brain and body. Symptoms range from numbness and tingling to blindness and paralysis. The progress, severity and specific symptoms of MS in any one person cannot yet be predicted and currently, there is no cure.”
The above information is short and as concise as any that I have seen to date and it comes from the activists committee for MS. This information along with my name has been sent to our local senators asking them to vote on a bill to make sure all people suffering with MS have access to neurologists for help, diagnosis and continuing care.
As you can see tonight I am pulling no punches, and to many of my email friends I may be on their do not contact list after I just requested that they too get involved with our jointly request, oddly enough only two of those who I emailed also have Multiple sclerosis like I do; and I truly hope that it was not a friend deal breaker.
Although, just going over it again, it does not go into all other symptoms that I have mentioned over time here, but this is for the senators who are very busy people to scan with all the other bills they look at daily and so I do understand its brevity.
Becoming an activist for any organization is not hard to do, but quite beneficial especially today. Most letters are form letters; at least the two I do regularly are for MS and Arthritis and you do get a chance to write your own or use theirs and just sign it with all the information they ask, not more than your name, address and email really, so they can contact you.
No big deal for you to do but I do believe quite helpful with any organization you feel strongly about to be a part of helping them.
You see most all of the bills passed are to help us in the general population and without our biased input they would never know how important it is to you!
Yes, I did say biased, since if you want to commit to how you feel stalwartly about something then you must be opinionated on that particular topic and of course knowledgeable.
Doing nothing but standing by and waiting for others to do it or for things to happen may suit some people but not me, and so with this easy to be involved way of doing it, it was just another too good an offer to refuse.
And you do know that when it is for any illness from Cancer to MS, no one is going to say you shouldn’t do it, you see people do care when you do too!
So it is an easy positive relationship with a meaningful association and costs you nothing but does much; a true win, win situation!
I don’t want you to all think that my soapbox of issues has reverted to only one, an important one, but just before I started writing tonight I received the periodic email request for my involvement once more, which I have been doing over the years and felt it was just a great way to get you all to know about it too.
Some of my nightly ideas come from out of thin air or from our daily ventures or incidences and some times just from an email like tonight’s.
Verbosity is me, and so ha world!
But on occasion I do strike a chord with the world I so do hope, at least my readership is international, which does boggle my mind nightly, and for that I thank all of you!
And so on that happy thought please allow me to be the first to wish you all a very happy good night and kindly ask you to count those blessings and to share your overages and we will too!
And next time please be here or be square, ya hear?
The above information is short and as concise as any that I have seen to date and it comes from the activists committee for MS. This information along with my name has been sent to our local senators asking them to vote on a bill to make sure all people suffering with MS have access to neurologists for help, diagnosis and continuing care.
As you can see tonight I am pulling no punches, and to many of my email friends I may be on their do not contact list after I just requested that they too get involved with our jointly request, oddly enough only two of those who I emailed also have Multiple sclerosis like I do; and I truly hope that it was not a friend deal breaker.
Although, just going over it again, it does not go into all other symptoms that I have mentioned over time here, but this is for the senators who are very busy people to scan with all the other bills they look at daily and so I do understand its brevity.
Becoming an activist for any organization is not hard to do, but quite beneficial especially today. Most letters are form letters; at least the two I do regularly are for MS and Arthritis and you do get a chance to write your own or use theirs and just sign it with all the information they ask, not more than your name, address and email really, so they can contact you.
No big deal for you to do but I do believe quite helpful with any organization you feel strongly about to be a part of helping them.
You see most all of the bills passed are to help us in the general population and without our biased input they would never know how important it is to you!
Yes, I did say biased, since if you want to commit to how you feel stalwartly about something then you must be opinionated on that particular topic and of course knowledgeable.
Doing nothing but standing by and waiting for others to do it or for things to happen may suit some people but not me, and so with this easy to be involved way of doing it, it was just another too good an offer to refuse.
And you do know that when it is for any illness from Cancer to MS, no one is going to say you shouldn’t do it, you see people do care when you do too!
So it is an easy positive relationship with a meaningful association and costs you nothing but does much; a true win, win situation!
I don’t want you to all think that my soapbox of issues has reverted to only one, an important one, but just before I started writing tonight I received the periodic email request for my involvement once more, which I have been doing over the years and felt it was just a great way to get you all to know about it too.
Some of my nightly ideas come from out of thin air or from our daily ventures or incidences and some times just from an email like tonight’s.
Verbosity is me, and so ha world!
But on occasion I do strike a chord with the world I so do hope, at least my readership is international, which does boggle my mind nightly, and for that I thank all of you!
And so on that happy thought please allow me to be the first to wish you all a very happy good night and kindly ask you to count those blessings and to share your overages and we will too!
And next time please be here or be square, ya hear?
Sunday, March 20, 2011
ANGER!
Anger can be useless energy and usually is.
It can be a devastating annoyance and usually is.
Fury is the ultimate of rage and is never ever any good.
Resentment is what many times causes all of it.
Sadly do any of us know why certain things infuriate others or ourselves?
Oh yes we do, when we or they push our buttons, and say that "you're just like your_____" fill in the blank with another of their family members, then why do arguers so often do it?
It never tames the situation.
From my personal experience all I can say it is because it’s like a ‘so yours too!’ rationale of getting into the heat of the moment and evening up the odds; and perhaps not being able to think of a classier comeback. That’s only a supposition on my part, because in all honesty I do believe what I say whenever I say it even if it hurts the other party but I have been hurt too after all by them at the same time, but they never seem to see it!
Anger as I said in my opening statement is a useless waste of energy.
What I want to know though is why it is so prevalent in my life these days and how can I change it?
I have no patience at all anymore, for people who do not follow through with things, since I have always been a finisher.
And I have been always my own person for standing up for what I believe in.
Anyone who follows this blog knows that.
And so when someone complains about anything and doesn’t follow through or pretends that it doesn’t bother them to someone else when they already did complain to authorities about it… I take it as another lie and a show of dishonesty.
To me it is being ‘a chicken’ to not admit that you do care enough about something to do something about it, or to make excuses why you cannot do it. Got that?
There is always ways to do this or that.
But I am sure you all know that.
Is it so wrong to want people you care about to be strong and take charge?
Disappointment is so sad in life, but when it comes from someone close to you then it is even worse; you know what I mean?
My other pet peeve tonight is, “That ignorance is not bliss!”, and should never ever be.
Again another misunderstanding that happened when a person was not well informed about my situation and spread incorrect info about me, and since I cannot directly explain each and every time all the symptoms of Multiple Sclerosis that I have so sometimes I just mention them individually.
You see, due to the MS I have ataxia, which on its own is several other diseases but in MS it is a symptom of my balance problems and was diagnosed by my MD as that, after I was sent to and ENT, ear, nose and throat MD to rule that out.
Optic Neuritis also stands on its own or can be caused by many other illnesses other than MS, but mine is part of my MS, and sure it can be confusing, but many don’t take the time to investigate further and get blanket info or just one aspect of any disease.
This particular person I mentioned above had a friend or relative also diagnosed with ‘Ataxia’, but a different form and a stand alone illness, which was not specified but this person assumed mine was the same and why I did not seem to have the same problems as the person she knew. See, this is what makes me get upset! Not knowing the story then you should try to get it or at the very least ask, since getting the whole story is vital. Most people are squeamish about diseases, and I am sorry but I truly feel if a loved one or even a friend of yours has an illness you should find out as much as you can about it to be just more supportive and knowledgeable, is that so wrong? Anything less tells me they are not a true friend.
To be fair though, actually the person I mentioned would not be considered a friend more like an acquaintance who is passing on wrong information about me!
I know that sounds harsh but listen these ills are enough to deal with without having to explain why you can’t do this or that anymore for the thousandth time; or if you have to go about something in a new and different way.
Sorry about this evening being a venting one, but if you count back I was due, gosh it has to be at least six weeks since I let you all have it, come to think of it, probably less.
Any-who, let me be the first to wish you all a very happy good night and to suggest that you count your blessings and ask you kindly to share those overages and we will too!
And next time please be here or be square, ya hear?
It can be a devastating annoyance and usually is.
Fury is the ultimate of rage and is never ever any good.
Resentment is what many times causes all of it.
Sadly do any of us know why certain things infuriate others or ourselves?
Oh yes we do, when we or they push our buttons, and say that "you're just like your_____" fill in the blank with another of their family members, then why do arguers so often do it?
It never tames the situation.
From my personal experience all I can say it is because it’s like a ‘so yours too!’ rationale of getting into the heat of the moment and evening up the odds; and perhaps not being able to think of a classier comeback. That’s only a supposition on my part, because in all honesty I do believe what I say whenever I say it even if it hurts the other party but I have been hurt too after all by them at the same time, but they never seem to see it!
Anger as I said in my opening statement is a useless waste of energy.
What I want to know though is why it is so prevalent in my life these days and how can I change it?
I have no patience at all anymore, for people who do not follow through with things, since I have always been a finisher.
And I have been always my own person for standing up for what I believe in.
Anyone who follows this blog knows that.
And so when someone complains about anything and doesn’t follow through or pretends that it doesn’t bother them to someone else when they already did complain to authorities about it… I take it as another lie and a show of dishonesty.
To me it is being ‘a chicken’ to not admit that you do care enough about something to do something about it, or to make excuses why you cannot do it. Got that?
There is always ways to do this or that.
But I am sure you all know that.
Is it so wrong to want people you care about to be strong and take charge?
Disappointment is so sad in life, but when it comes from someone close to you then it is even worse; you know what I mean?
My other pet peeve tonight is, “That ignorance is not bliss!”, and should never ever be.
Again another misunderstanding that happened when a person was not well informed about my situation and spread incorrect info about me, and since I cannot directly explain each and every time all the symptoms of Multiple Sclerosis that I have so sometimes I just mention them individually.
You see, due to the MS I have ataxia, which on its own is several other diseases but in MS it is a symptom of my balance problems and was diagnosed by my MD as that, after I was sent to and ENT, ear, nose and throat MD to rule that out.
Optic Neuritis also stands on its own or can be caused by many other illnesses other than MS, but mine is part of my MS, and sure it can be confusing, but many don’t take the time to investigate further and get blanket info or just one aspect of any disease.
This particular person I mentioned above had a friend or relative also diagnosed with ‘Ataxia’, but a different form and a stand alone illness, which was not specified but this person assumed mine was the same and why I did not seem to have the same problems as the person she knew. See, this is what makes me get upset! Not knowing the story then you should try to get it or at the very least ask, since getting the whole story is vital. Most people are squeamish about diseases, and I am sorry but I truly feel if a loved one or even a friend of yours has an illness you should find out as much as you can about it to be just more supportive and knowledgeable, is that so wrong? Anything less tells me they are not a true friend.
To be fair though, actually the person I mentioned would not be considered a friend more like an acquaintance who is passing on wrong information about me!
I know that sounds harsh but listen these ills are enough to deal with without having to explain why you can’t do this or that anymore for the thousandth time; or if you have to go about something in a new and different way.
Sorry about this evening being a venting one, but if you count back I was due, gosh it has to be at least six weeks since I let you all have it, come to think of it, probably less.
Any-who, let me be the first to wish you all a very happy good night and to suggest that you count your blessings and ask you kindly to share those overages and we will too!
And next time please be here or be square, ya hear?
Saturday, March 19, 2011
Dilemmas
As we all know a dilemma is a quandary, tight spot, catch-22 and impasse or even as simple as a problem. How many of you have found yourself in one of those at any given time in your life?
(Catch-22 a phrase coined by Joseph Heller in his novel Catch-22, circa 1961, is a logical paradox arising from a situation in which an individual needs something that can only be acquired by not being in that very situation; therefore, the acquisition of this thing becomes logically impossible.) Therefore a heck of dilemma! Thanks to, you got it, Wikipedia!
And I do hear you!
Sure, who hasn’t?
The question is how you dealt with it.
Now many people circumvent difficult situations or ignore them all together, but doesn’t that prove to be dangerous, denial?
Not always, it depends just on what the circumstance may be.
When you do it in delaying something that you must deal with personally that could be quite regrettable.
But when it has to do with someone else, sometimes it might be just as well to leave it alone if delving into others problems and they have not requested any help.
Still a dilemma though.
Weighing most conditions in every particular circumstance may be not anything you might want to take the time to do, but if you don’t it can be disastrous creating a domino affect that will be more difficult to deal with in the long run.
Now for my own personal point someone I vaguely know was fired from their job and insisted that no one told him why that was.
I thought that since I was sure he had a contract with said employers that he had the right to know why, since his contract was not up yet and he felt that he did nothing to break that contract. And foolishly I told him to sue their pants off.
But then since I was able to do some research on the situation a bit more in depth by reading news articles that preempted my own inquiry but I did not realize were available to the public at large. I have learned that a private employer who has asked his said fired employee not to discuss the whys of his ending of not continuing utilizing his abilities while his contract is still in force for the next five months they have that option or prerogative unbeknownst to me, and so no suing is able to be initiated. Also this person who has lost his job, why does that euphuism sound so wrong, because it is… He did not MISPLACE IT, he knows where it is, where he left it!
Any-who, they also have made it that this gentleman cannot work in his chosen career field for over seventeen years just for them alone but for others too for many more I do think that he cannot work for another company for an entire year after his contract would have been up with them!
CRAZY! Who signs a contract like that?
And why would you?
But as I said before it is none of my business and this was just a published reputable news item and who knows for sure if it is true we can only assume? But we all know that is NOT a good idea.
Smoke and mirrors occur more than we all realize in real life!
And so I am just staying tuned to see what happens next, my hands are tied without an in or press pass, kidding the die is cast. No allowance of more discussion.
That’s all one can do sometimes, wait and watch.
He seems like such a nice guy and insists he did NOTHING for this outcome to have occurred, as he put it, “I am as clean as a whistle,” referring to when asked about a reason for being of his own undoing, which this gal asked point blank.
And so on that mysterious dilemma we can only hope it turns out well for this guy since he is a single parent of a son and so we only, at this point, wish them both well…
Moving on… let me be the first to tell you to have a very happy good night and to ask you to count those blessings and kindly share those overages and we will too!
And next time be here or be square, ya hear?
(Catch-22 a phrase coined by Joseph Heller in his novel Catch-22, circa 1961, is a logical paradox arising from a situation in which an individual needs something that can only be acquired by not being in that very situation; therefore, the acquisition of this thing becomes logically impossible.) Therefore a heck of dilemma! Thanks to, you got it, Wikipedia!
And I do hear you!
Sure, who hasn’t?
The question is how you dealt with it.
Now many people circumvent difficult situations or ignore them all together, but doesn’t that prove to be dangerous, denial?
Not always, it depends just on what the circumstance may be.
When you do it in delaying something that you must deal with personally that could be quite regrettable.
But when it has to do with someone else, sometimes it might be just as well to leave it alone if delving into others problems and they have not requested any help.
Still a dilemma though.
Weighing most conditions in every particular circumstance may be not anything you might want to take the time to do, but if you don’t it can be disastrous creating a domino affect that will be more difficult to deal with in the long run.
Now for my own personal point someone I vaguely know was fired from their job and insisted that no one told him why that was.
I thought that since I was sure he had a contract with said employers that he had the right to know why, since his contract was not up yet and he felt that he did nothing to break that contract. And foolishly I told him to sue their pants off.
But then since I was able to do some research on the situation a bit more in depth by reading news articles that preempted my own inquiry but I did not realize were available to the public at large. I have learned that a private employer who has asked his said fired employee not to discuss the whys of his ending of not continuing utilizing his abilities while his contract is still in force for the next five months they have that option or prerogative unbeknownst to me, and so no suing is able to be initiated. Also this person who has lost his job, why does that euphuism sound so wrong, because it is… He did not MISPLACE IT, he knows where it is, where he left it!
Any-who, they also have made it that this gentleman cannot work in his chosen career field for over seventeen years just for them alone but for others too for many more I do think that he cannot work for another company for an entire year after his contract would have been up with them!
CRAZY! Who signs a contract like that?
And why would you?
But as I said before it is none of my business and this was just a published reputable news item and who knows for sure if it is true we can only assume? But we all know that is NOT a good idea.
Smoke and mirrors occur more than we all realize in real life!
And so I am just staying tuned to see what happens next, my hands are tied without an in or press pass, kidding the die is cast. No allowance of more discussion.
That’s all one can do sometimes, wait and watch.
He seems like such a nice guy and insists he did NOTHING for this outcome to have occurred, as he put it, “I am as clean as a whistle,” referring to when asked about a reason for being of his own undoing, which this gal asked point blank.
And so on that mysterious dilemma we can only hope it turns out well for this guy since he is a single parent of a son and so we only, at this point, wish them both well…
Moving on… let me be the first to tell you to have a very happy good night and to ask you to count those blessings and kindly share those overages and we will too!
And next time be here or be square, ya hear?
Friday, March 18, 2011
FINAL NOTICE! BUT IT IS JUNK MAIL!
How dare they?
Have any of you received what Hubby received yesterday, a piece of mail entitled, ‘FINAL NOTICE’? It was from an insurance company that was NOT ours offering different types of policies. Hubby called their 800 number and asked them to take him off their mailing list, which is all anyone can really do; this company is called United of Omaha Life Insurance Company. Although, he did ask to speak to their supervisor or anyone above them to discuss his distaste of how they conducted their business, and in the transfer of his call he received a busy signal and then a disconnect, well, what would you expect, huh?
Thankfully, we have no overdue bills and so we knew right away that it was some type of a scam, but upsetting just the same and I would even go as far as to say as a defamation of character!
How many mail personnel saw it and thought there goes another poor person that can’t keep up with their expenses or worse another dead beat!
Either way it is not something that anyone wants to see in their snail mail.
Come to think of it whenever I cancel a magazine subscription I get those final notices too as if I don’t renew I would suffer some unknown devastating lapse in the information that their magazine provides for me. Unfortunately, I only do cancel those subscriptions when they have turned their so-called informative magazine into more advertising than substance!
Same stupid way to handle the customer they are about to or have just lost, but those companies I did actually have interaction with, not like this cold call mailer from of all things a life insurance company, for them that it is sinking way, way low!
Listen folks I don’t mention names of companies unless what I am telling you is completely true. I, unlike them would never stoop to false accusations or trickery to make my point or to sell something, for this brings me NO income what-so-ever, sad but true.
Actually, in the nearly three years that I have been doing this it says I have made just over ten bucks, but have not received it since they want to wait until there is more?
Apparently, the only way for me to get any income is if you click on my below advertising, but not many have and it only pays cents each and every time and I am NOT supposed to ask you to do that, and so disregard what I just wrote, OK? It will be just between us, alright? (WINK)
Moving on…
Warning! Or perhaps not but did any of you out there realize that if you are taking statins, cholesterol medication that you must not eat grapefruit products?
I am sure you all know that, since it is written on your medication bottle, correct?
Well, if you all recall we had had dinner at our across the canal neighbors home a week ago Tuesday, what I forgot to tell you is that I tried a new exotic fruit called a Pomelo, which I was assured that it was NOT a grapefruit, and I had no reason not to take my hostesses word for that. But as we were leaving I started feeling odd, and my ankle started to swell.
By the time we arrived home I was in agony and so I iced my ankle and took a handful of aspirins. Since I had not fallen or hurt my ankle the swelling did not make any sense. I remembered from my first aid that elevation was also appropriate and so that is what I did too!
The next morning I appeared to be fine once again, but you know me I started to over analyze the instance as not just an anomaly but perhaps an allergic reaction or something more ominous?
I had a reason to call my neighbor today due to calling local agencies for our use and finding out that the numbers were either no longer in service or had been changed and we had shared those numbers with their newer neighbors across the street from them. I felt just awful that they had the wrong numbers and so I called to pass the correct numbers on to them. And as an after thought I asked about the mysterious fruit that I just told you the name of above and so I Googled it and found out that sure enough it is in the grapefruit family of citrus, in fact the Pomelo which is also called a Chinese grapefruit, scary!
And so I emailed the info to my neighbor so she would know and not offer it to people who are on certain types of medication for heart disease like congestive heart failure, high blood pressure medication or cholesterol meds all which I am on too!
Now be aware folks GRAPEFRUIT AND THESE MEDS DO NOT MIX!
Check with your own physician to be sure or your pharmacist or Google it like I did, better to be safe than sorry and possibly dead, not an over the top supposition, yes that swelling may have very well been a blood clot, but raising my leg and cooling it and taking mega doses of aspirin probably saved my life.
But don’t assume things just like other medicines only interact badly, foods do too!
This is why I try to read as much as I can about my own ills since knowledge IS truly POWER! And who knows the life you save could be your own…
On that something to think about… let me be the first to wish you all a very happy good night to all and to count those blessings and to remind you to kindly share those overages and we will too!
And next time please be here or be square, ya hear?
Have any of you received what Hubby received yesterday, a piece of mail entitled, ‘FINAL NOTICE’? It was from an insurance company that was NOT ours offering different types of policies. Hubby called their 800 number and asked them to take him off their mailing list, which is all anyone can really do; this company is called United of Omaha Life Insurance Company. Although, he did ask to speak to their supervisor or anyone above them to discuss his distaste of how they conducted their business, and in the transfer of his call he received a busy signal and then a disconnect, well, what would you expect, huh?
Thankfully, we have no overdue bills and so we knew right away that it was some type of a scam, but upsetting just the same and I would even go as far as to say as a defamation of character!
How many mail personnel saw it and thought there goes another poor person that can’t keep up with their expenses or worse another dead beat!
Either way it is not something that anyone wants to see in their snail mail.
Come to think of it whenever I cancel a magazine subscription I get those final notices too as if I don’t renew I would suffer some unknown devastating lapse in the information that their magazine provides for me. Unfortunately, I only do cancel those subscriptions when they have turned their so-called informative magazine into more advertising than substance!
Same stupid way to handle the customer they are about to or have just lost, but those companies I did actually have interaction with, not like this cold call mailer from of all things a life insurance company, for them that it is sinking way, way low!
Listen folks I don’t mention names of companies unless what I am telling you is completely true. I, unlike them would never stoop to false accusations or trickery to make my point or to sell something, for this brings me NO income what-so-ever, sad but true.
Actually, in the nearly three years that I have been doing this it says I have made just over ten bucks, but have not received it since they want to wait until there is more?
Apparently, the only way for me to get any income is if you click on my below advertising, but not many have and it only pays cents each and every time and I am NOT supposed to ask you to do that, and so disregard what I just wrote, OK? It will be just between us, alright? (WINK)
Moving on…
Warning! Or perhaps not but did any of you out there realize that if you are taking statins, cholesterol medication that you must not eat grapefruit products?
I am sure you all know that, since it is written on your medication bottle, correct?
Well, if you all recall we had had dinner at our across the canal neighbors home a week ago Tuesday, what I forgot to tell you is that I tried a new exotic fruit called a Pomelo, which I was assured that it was NOT a grapefruit, and I had no reason not to take my hostesses word for that. But as we were leaving I started feeling odd, and my ankle started to swell.
By the time we arrived home I was in agony and so I iced my ankle and took a handful of aspirins. Since I had not fallen or hurt my ankle the swelling did not make any sense. I remembered from my first aid that elevation was also appropriate and so that is what I did too!
The next morning I appeared to be fine once again, but you know me I started to over analyze the instance as not just an anomaly but perhaps an allergic reaction or something more ominous?
I had a reason to call my neighbor today due to calling local agencies for our use and finding out that the numbers were either no longer in service or had been changed and we had shared those numbers with their newer neighbors across the street from them. I felt just awful that they had the wrong numbers and so I called to pass the correct numbers on to them. And as an after thought I asked about the mysterious fruit that I just told you the name of above and so I Googled it and found out that sure enough it is in the grapefruit family of citrus, in fact the Pomelo which is also called a Chinese grapefruit, scary!
And so I emailed the info to my neighbor so she would know and not offer it to people who are on certain types of medication for heart disease like congestive heart failure, high blood pressure medication or cholesterol meds all which I am on too!
Now be aware folks GRAPEFRUIT AND THESE MEDS DO NOT MIX!
Check with your own physician to be sure or your pharmacist or Google it like I did, better to be safe than sorry and possibly dead, not an over the top supposition, yes that swelling may have very well been a blood clot, but raising my leg and cooling it and taking mega doses of aspirin probably saved my life.
But don’t assume things just like other medicines only interact badly, foods do too!
This is why I try to read as much as I can about my own ills since knowledge IS truly POWER! And who knows the life you save could be your own…
On that something to think about… let me be the first to wish you all a very happy good night to all and to count those blessings and to remind you to kindly share those overages and we will too!
And next time please be here or be square, ya hear?
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Body types...
As bodies go I think I have worn nearly all the different configurations that can be available for description-wise.
When very young a miniature ballet form I could claim as my own, as a young teen I do admit to having a pear shape and I as I grew older an adult ballet body (but many thought at times I looked anorexic hovering a few times at only ninety pounds soaking wet), which remained for most of my adult years when not expecting my sons, but little me would come back within six weeks of their delivery.
When I got into my thirties with my father begging me to quit smoking after my mom passed away I became a chunky monkey type, and then started walking after the true affect did make me realize I had to do something, race walking and the ballet gal came back! And on and on it would go ala yoyo due to my trying back and forth to quit smoking over the years and gaining and then loosing, not unlike a paler version of Oprah. Boy did I just compare myself to that icon? Sorry, but it was just the yoyo weight loss and gain thingy not anything else believe me, one could only hope, huh?
But during these last several years, and I would say yes it’s been nearly five now that I am what many call a plump tomato shape, an understatement, since in reality I am obese and I have never ever been in this nasty body ever before, which is on temporary loan I keep telling myself!
Since as you all know I am trying my darndest to change that with my self imposed exercise program.
And this week I did discover it appears to be working with my size going down a wee bit, hooray!
It always gets me, the reactions people get by first impressions, when I was young and slim and attractive, and smiles were abundant from every place I would go.
Back and forth the attitudes in public would change with my size and what I would hear in my head thinking of those tisk, tisk staring with disapproving shaking heads of shame by store clerks who would do it when you would shop in their locales if you did not meet their specifications of their ideas of the better dressed woman’s look. And the exact opposite would happen when you did! They would fall all over themselves to help you!
Is it racist to say that most women of color seem to not have those same feelings about other women’s bodies? They are comfortable in their own at any size and accept you for who you are too, body-type-wise! Or perhaps that would be an overstatement, since many wealthier women of color are not unlike my Caucasian counterparts. The tisk, tisk group seems to be my own race of women who have that sad desire to change you or to criticize you.
Let’s get one thing straight I do not believe or ever have believed that obesity is healthy!
And we all know that it is not.
But with that said and no one would deny that we are all works in progress, and to assume that anyone was happy with their enormous form would also be bad judgment on the community at large parts too!
We as people on this planet are only human with human frailties and again this last time I did quit smoking as you all know, nearly five years ago due to my TIA on my MRI that showed it and my MS, twofer. And that was my realization I had to stop, since my mom, dad and brother all died of strokes, huge wake up-call, true?
And so I did quit on 7-11-2006, how proud I am of that!
But little did I realize that I would be trading smoking skinny me for non-smoking fat me?
Now I can die from this too… how odd and VERY IRONIC!
I did first try two commercial weight loss programs, LA Weightloss and Results spending a few thousand dollars; one when Hubby was still working and the other when he had retired, neither worked since we determined that my medications were the cause and countering of this problem getting worse. And since my numbness and ataxia due to the MS are both the cause of my inabilities it took me this long to figure out how to exercise with those problems. When I did try to walk about three years ago with my cane, but hurt my shoulders since I had to move it back and forth from hand to hand for balance and after my rotator cuffs were damaged and of course my Osteoarthritis of my hips could no longer take the weight gain either. It appeared that I was heading towards possible hip replacement surgeries due to pain being so unbearable at night that I couldn’t sleep and couldn’t take pain meds due to my tummy problems!
Sorry for the recap, I do know most of you all know if you have been reading any of this with regularity.
And so this old Yoga mat, with my five pound old free weights workout is my solution and hopefully my resolve to this horribly destroyed body of mine.
Having to deal with being half legally blind or I should say more like half legally left-eye sighted, if I would like to start to think that way… glass half full, not half empty mindset, OK, brainwashing in progress here.
In conclusion to this way too much information dissertation; I would like say that I am an observer of human nature and I feel I am also on a mission to be a better listener too, since one never knows does one when hearing may be one of those senses that we should all implore, oh dear I meant explore and restore to a more likeable persona of mine…Ms. Big Mouth here, who appears regularly to prefer to hear her own voice instead of the many she misses the points of sadly…
On that note of trying to improve and adjusting to the way things really are… let me be the first to wish you all to have a very happy good night and to count those blessings and to kindly share those overages and we will too!
And next time please be here or be square, ya hear?
PS Hope you all had a great St. Patrick's Day we even made corned beef and cabbage for dinner, delish!
When very young a miniature ballet form I could claim as my own, as a young teen I do admit to having a pear shape and I as I grew older an adult ballet body (but many thought at times I looked anorexic hovering a few times at only ninety pounds soaking wet), which remained for most of my adult years when not expecting my sons, but little me would come back within six weeks of their delivery.
When I got into my thirties with my father begging me to quit smoking after my mom passed away I became a chunky monkey type, and then started walking after the true affect did make me realize I had to do something, race walking and the ballet gal came back! And on and on it would go ala yoyo due to my trying back and forth to quit smoking over the years and gaining and then loosing, not unlike a paler version of Oprah. Boy did I just compare myself to that icon? Sorry, but it was just the yoyo weight loss and gain thingy not anything else believe me, one could only hope, huh?
But during these last several years, and I would say yes it’s been nearly five now that I am what many call a plump tomato shape, an understatement, since in reality I am obese and I have never ever been in this nasty body ever before, which is on temporary loan I keep telling myself!
Since as you all know I am trying my darndest to change that with my self imposed exercise program.
And this week I did discover it appears to be working with my size going down a wee bit, hooray!
It always gets me, the reactions people get by first impressions, when I was young and slim and attractive, and smiles were abundant from every place I would go.
Back and forth the attitudes in public would change with my size and what I would hear in my head thinking of those tisk, tisk staring with disapproving shaking heads of shame by store clerks who would do it when you would shop in their locales if you did not meet their specifications of their ideas of the better dressed woman’s look. And the exact opposite would happen when you did! They would fall all over themselves to help you!
Is it racist to say that most women of color seem to not have those same feelings about other women’s bodies? They are comfortable in their own at any size and accept you for who you are too, body-type-wise! Or perhaps that would be an overstatement, since many wealthier women of color are not unlike my Caucasian counterparts. The tisk, tisk group seems to be my own race of women who have that sad desire to change you or to criticize you.
Let’s get one thing straight I do not believe or ever have believed that obesity is healthy!
And we all know that it is not.
But with that said and no one would deny that we are all works in progress, and to assume that anyone was happy with their enormous form would also be bad judgment on the community at large parts too!
We as people on this planet are only human with human frailties and again this last time I did quit smoking as you all know, nearly five years ago due to my TIA on my MRI that showed it and my MS, twofer. And that was my realization I had to stop, since my mom, dad and brother all died of strokes, huge wake up-call, true?
And so I did quit on 7-11-2006, how proud I am of that!
But little did I realize that I would be trading smoking skinny me for non-smoking fat me?
Now I can die from this too… how odd and VERY IRONIC!
I did first try two commercial weight loss programs, LA Weightloss and Results spending a few thousand dollars; one when Hubby was still working and the other when he had retired, neither worked since we determined that my medications were the cause and countering of this problem getting worse. And since my numbness and ataxia due to the MS are both the cause of my inabilities it took me this long to figure out how to exercise with those problems. When I did try to walk about three years ago with my cane, but hurt my shoulders since I had to move it back and forth from hand to hand for balance and after my rotator cuffs were damaged and of course my Osteoarthritis of my hips could no longer take the weight gain either. It appeared that I was heading towards possible hip replacement surgeries due to pain being so unbearable at night that I couldn’t sleep and couldn’t take pain meds due to my tummy problems!
Sorry for the recap, I do know most of you all know if you have been reading any of this with regularity.
And so this old Yoga mat, with my five pound old free weights workout is my solution and hopefully my resolve to this horribly destroyed body of mine.
Having to deal with being half legally blind or I should say more like half legally left-eye sighted, if I would like to start to think that way… glass half full, not half empty mindset, OK, brainwashing in progress here.
In conclusion to this way too much information dissertation; I would like say that I am an observer of human nature and I feel I am also on a mission to be a better listener too, since one never knows does one when hearing may be one of those senses that we should all implore, oh dear I meant explore and restore to a more likeable persona of mine…Ms. Big Mouth here, who appears regularly to prefer to hear her own voice instead of the many she misses the points of sadly…
On that note of trying to improve and adjusting to the way things really are… let me be the first to wish you all to have a very happy good night and to count those blessings and to kindly share those overages and we will too!
And next time please be here or be square, ya hear?
PS Hope you all had a great St. Patrick's Day we even made corned beef and cabbage for dinner, delish!
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Did you ever do something and then wonder why you did?
I hear you!
Sure, who hasn’t?
But even though you knew it was wrong and stupid and you probably were just bored; you did it anyway?
Yesterday, was an old friend’s, at one time considered a best friend, sister sort of, and it was her sixty-first birthday. We had been friends for forty-one years and then we had a falling out in June of 2004 and haven’t spoken to each other in nearly seven years!
So crazy gal here thought what the heck I would look her up on Facebook and so I sent her a message, since I deleted her email address years ago and we all change those fairly often, not us though, we had our old one for twelve years but I know some do since they constantly send me their new ones to put in my address books.
Any-who, I sent a very generic message, and all I said was, “Happy sixty-first birthday,” and she responded within an eleven hour window with, “Thank you!”
And so I wrote back in a respectable time limit of another seventeen hours with, “You are welcome.” Not any more or less than I would do for any of my Facebook friends that I wish birthday greetings to daily and when they thank me too I always counter with you are welcome and suggest that I hope they had a great day, only polite, right?
But with this ex-friend of mine I didn’t think that would be right due to the fact that I am not so sure that I want to renew our friendship, huh?
I know, I know, its silly and crazy then why did I do that send a birthday greeting?
You all know that I have many brain lesions due to the Multiple Sclerosis and maybe just maybe I don’t have any self control over things that I do or say anymore, huh?
That would explain a lot of my last several months and years to me.
Or is it just an excuse? Who really knows…?
Or just maybe with all that I am going through I do need a confidant as I used to have, Hubby is great but not the same as a girlfriend to commiserate with you, huh?
That sisterhood I mentioned a few nights ago we had had that. No matter what time of day or night we used to be able to talk about anything.
Is it so crazy then, yep and so I am, I truly don’t believe anyone would argue that point.
But sometimes even crazies do logical things.
A study was done that as we get older we need more friends, not less.
You see my problem has been that I have been too judgmental and weeded out people I felt made me unhappy or inferior to what I needed at a specific time, but all of them came through with well meaning criticisms. But my over the top sensitivity was unable to deal, ha I hear you all say! She, the one with all those opinions about things cannot take anyone else telling her what SHE should do!
Yes, that is more than likely one of the many reasons I cut off my relationships with so many. But when you don’t smoke and others do you try not to be around them to prevent you from starting again, same with people who drink a wee bit too much and to me lying is a very good reason to quit a friendship too!
You know the saying birds of a feather and all…
Moving on…
I am still exercising daily and I am determined to become healthy, but it is a rough fight with my limitations and a very slow process too, since I have never ever weighed this much in my entire life, even when expecting our sons!
But I must admit that when we went out shopping on Monday I was sort of happily surprised that my nighty size has dropped to an entire size lower! TA DA!
I guess I am getting smaller or the sizes are getting bigger?
Nah, I will think positively; I am getting smaller and YEAH!
I must remember my metabolism is sloth-like with all my meds that work against this process and just the fact that I did nearly nothing at all for over two years!
And this project of mine just started in December, not too shabby I reiterate with the size difference, huh?
On that note of positivity, because that is what I truly want out of life is happiness with a hopeful attitude!
So let me be the first to wish you all a very happy good night and to all kindly count those blessings and share those overages and we will too!
And next time please be here or be square, ya hear?
Sure, who hasn’t?
But even though you knew it was wrong and stupid and you probably were just bored; you did it anyway?
Yesterday, was an old friend’s, at one time considered a best friend, sister sort of, and it was her sixty-first birthday. We had been friends for forty-one years and then we had a falling out in June of 2004 and haven’t spoken to each other in nearly seven years!
So crazy gal here thought what the heck I would look her up on Facebook and so I sent her a message, since I deleted her email address years ago and we all change those fairly often, not us though, we had our old one for twelve years but I know some do since they constantly send me their new ones to put in my address books.
Any-who, I sent a very generic message, and all I said was, “Happy sixty-first birthday,” and she responded within an eleven hour window with, “Thank you!”
And so I wrote back in a respectable time limit of another seventeen hours with, “You are welcome.” Not any more or less than I would do for any of my Facebook friends that I wish birthday greetings to daily and when they thank me too I always counter with you are welcome and suggest that I hope they had a great day, only polite, right?
But with this ex-friend of mine I didn’t think that would be right due to the fact that I am not so sure that I want to renew our friendship, huh?
I know, I know, its silly and crazy then why did I do that send a birthday greeting?
You all know that I have many brain lesions due to the Multiple Sclerosis and maybe just maybe I don’t have any self control over things that I do or say anymore, huh?
That would explain a lot of my last several months and years to me.
Or is it just an excuse? Who really knows…?
Or just maybe with all that I am going through I do need a confidant as I used to have, Hubby is great but not the same as a girlfriend to commiserate with you, huh?
That sisterhood I mentioned a few nights ago we had had that. No matter what time of day or night we used to be able to talk about anything.
Is it so crazy then, yep and so I am, I truly don’t believe anyone would argue that point.
But sometimes even crazies do logical things.
A study was done that as we get older we need more friends, not less.
You see my problem has been that I have been too judgmental and weeded out people I felt made me unhappy or inferior to what I needed at a specific time, but all of them came through with well meaning criticisms. But my over the top sensitivity was unable to deal, ha I hear you all say! She, the one with all those opinions about things cannot take anyone else telling her what SHE should do!
Yes, that is more than likely one of the many reasons I cut off my relationships with so many. But when you don’t smoke and others do you try not to be around them to prevent you from starting again, same with people who drink a wee bit too much and to me lying is a very good reason to quit a friendship too!
You know the saying birds of a feather and all…
Moving on…
I am still exercising daily and I am determined to become healthy, but it is a rough fight with my limitations and a very slow process too, since I have never ever weighed this much in my entire life, even when expecting our sons!
But I must admit that when we went out shopping on Monday I was sort of happily surprised that my nighty size has dropped to an entire size lower! TA DA!
I guess I am getting smaller or the sizes are getting bigger?
Nah, I will think positively; I am getting smaller and YEAH!
I must remember my metabolism is sloth-like with all my meds that work against this process and just the fact that I did nearly nothing at all for over two years!
And this project of mine just started in December, not too shabby I reiterate with the size difference, huh?
On that note of positivity, because that is what I truly want out of life is happiness with a hopeful attitude!
So let me be the first to wish you all a very happy good night and to all kindly count those blessings and share those overages and we will too!
And next time please be here or be square, ya hear?
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Interesting?
Have you ever wondered about the background of the ability of those who taught those classes at the centers in your community?
Well, as interesting, attractive, motivating, appealing, exciting, fascinating, attention-grabbing, out of the ordinary, remarkable, note worthy as that might seem to most like myself I bet few ask that question, huh?
I always do about anyone that I will be using for health of education purposes I think it is only logical to know that they have the credentials to help you in the way that they are trained in, correct?
And so when I joined a writers’ workshop years ago it was just dandy to find out that it was being given by a retired English Professor! I did have a few semesters of journalism in college too, and my professor Beatrice Cole, a ghost writer also told me that I had potential and gave me many A’s!
And so on our last visit to the cultural center… where I do make it a habit to check their future curriculum to see if they are offering any creative writing workshops or just any type of educational classes to do with all types of writing specialties.
And so I always try to examine the sheets of paper that are located as you walk into the center at their main desk that has the class schedules.
It appears that over the last several years no one has offered to teach a class on the topics that I am interested in, and that I have determined that I so need to continue to learn in that forum, but we all do, huh? (In any interest or just in life itself.)
But taking an actual college class is more than I could consume or desire at this point in my life with my limited abilities, but something, anything of the sort on a smaller scale would be so nice to attend.
And so I periodically ask and it seems that I have had different people to ask each and every time since the whole place has few paid professionals there, it is volunteer driven as so many cultural centers realms are.
But this time a long slender drink of water, we used to call that body typed gentleman of the senior variety capped off with a very lovely white coiffeur said that I could teach such a class! And even so, the man was considerably my elder and I had to beg to differ with him and stated that I was totally unqualified not having an English or Journalism degree. He disagreed with that since I had told him earlier that I do write a blog and have written on occasion for the newspaper, several editorial comments that they published, but they publish everyone’s, and a couple of by-lines, which were heavily edited by someone who did have all those credentials and made me look good. But he said most of the people who teach courses there do not have degrees in the classes they teach, and then he rattled off classes in artistic fields of painting, stained glass and the like, as well as languages and computers, et al! I was astonished; to say the least. I thought first then how do the people know that what they are taught is right? Gosh, could I teach a class… that was my next thought and then I thought again and said not when I wasn’t so sure of the how or the actual way to do it, fluttering through my brain was the ideas of my own delving into making an outline of the beginning and middle and end to create a story like the five novellas that I wrote years ago, and also in my childhood, a play, that I wrote about a candy store robbery called, ‘Sweet Job’, written in the vernacular of the Bowery Boys verbiage… And after all I had taught math to students in an after school VIP program and Aquacize to seniors in the pool, and I was trained to teach a self help course too. But those all took specific training not just throwing caution to the wind and going for it! Then I got this silly ridiculous idea of asking my old friend that English Prof who is too ill to do it herself over any time in the near future. I thought she could tell me what to do, and then I snapped out of it, and said, what am I, crazy?
How could I presume to do that with so many counting on me for accuracy and legitimate information, and the concept of teaching this thing that I love to do so much to others went the way of the Neru jacket in my mind… “Forget about it!” My weary brain does not have the fortitude to do what I need others to do...to teach, train, coach, instruct, lecture, edify, school, tutor and educate me!
Geez…if only I could!
Nah, reality check, and a smack in my own face, figuratively speaking that is who needs any more real pain these days!
On that somewhat ridiculous note, allow me to be the first to wish you all a very happy good night and to ask you to kindly count those blessings and share those overages and we will too!
And next time please be here or be square, ya hear?
Well, as interesting, attractive, motivating, appealing, exciting, fascinating, attention-grabbing, out of the ordinary, remarkable, note worthy as that might seem to most like myself I bet few ask that question, huh?
I always do about anyone that I will be using for health of education purposes I think it is only logical to know that they have the credentials to help you in the way that they are trained in, correct?
And so when I joined a writers’ workshop years ago it was just dandy to find out that it was being given by a retired English Professor! I did have a few semesters of journalism in college too, and my professor Beatrice Cole, a ghost writer also told me that I had potential and gave me many A’s!
And so on our last visit to the cultural center… where I do make it a habit to check their future curriculum to see if they are offering any creative writing workshops or just any type of educational classes to do with all types of writing specialties.
And so I always try to examine the sheets of paper that are located as you walk into the center at their main desk that has the class schedules.
It appears that over the last several years no one has offered to teach a class on the topics that I am interested in, and that I have determined that I so need to continue to learn in that forum, but we all do, huh? (In any interest or just in life itself.)
But taking an actual college class is more than I could consume or desire at this point in my life with my limited abilities, but something, anything of the sort on a smaller scale would be so nice to attend.
And so I periodically ask and it seems that I have had different people to ask each and every time since the whole place has few paid professionals there, it is volunteer driven as so many cultural centers realms are.
But this time a long slender drink of water, we used to call that body typed gentleman of the senior variety capped off with a very lovely white coiffeur said that I could teach such a class! And even so, the man was considerably my elder and I had to beg to differ with him and stated that I was totally unqualified not having an English or Journalism degree. He disagreed with that since I had told him earlier that I do write a blog and have written on occasion for the newspaper, several editorial comments that they published, but they publish everyone’s, and a couple of by-lines, which were heavily edited by someone who did have all those credentials and made me look good. But he said most of the people who teach courses there do not have degrees in the classes they teach, and then he rattled off classes in artistic fields of painting, stained glass and the like, as well as languages and computers, et al! I was astonished; to say the least. I thought first then how do the people know that what they are taught is right? Gosh, could I teach a class… that was my next thought and then I thought again and said not when I wasn’t so sure of the how or the actual way to do it, fluttering through my brain was the ideas of my own delving into making an outline of the beginning and middle and end to create a story like the five novellas that I wrote years ago, and also in my childhood, a play, that I wrote about a candy store robbery called, ‘Sweet Job’, written in the vernacular of the Bowery Boys verbiage… And after all I had taught math to students in an after school VIP program and Aquacize to seniors in the pool, and I was trained to teach a self help course too. But those all took specific training not just throwing caution to the wind and going for it! Then I got this silly ridiculous idea of asking my old friend that English Prof who is too ill to do it herself over any time in the near future. I thought she could tell me what to do, and then I snapped out of it, and said, what am I, crazy?
How could I presume to do that with so many counting on me for accuracy and legitimate information, and the concept of teaching this thing that I love to do so much to others went the way of the Neru jacket in my mind… “Forget about it!” My weary brain does not have the fortitude to do what I need others to do...to teach, train, coach, instruct, lecture, edify, school, tutor and educate me!
Geez…if only I could!
Nah, reality check, and a smack in my own face, figuratively speaking that is who needs any more real pain these days!
On that somewhat ridiculous note, allow me to be the first to wish you all a very happy good night and to ask you to kindly count those blessings and share those overages and we will too!
And next time please be here or be square, ya hear?
Monday, March 14, 2011
Lefty is OK, but overworked...
Today I went on my six month check up of my eye freckle, possible eye melanoma, and so far nothing has significantly changed in my left eye, which is my cataract lens, eye freckled and vitreous humor detachment healthier one. Meanwhile my righty is the one with the optic neuritis and un-removed cataracts and now vitreous humor detachment too. And what was determined is that although legally blind in my right eye the eye doc feels that cataract surgery with a corrective lens could give me some better vision in it. And yes, he did say legally blind, and darn I thought he said ‘LEGALLY BLOND!’ Which I am since I am over the age of consent… LOL!
I mentioned what my Neuro doc said about my MRI showing that the optic nerve was no good and not going to come back and he said that there is no question about the Optic Neuritis causing the blindness but he also feels that if the cataract was operated on and a lens put in it would take some of the pressure off of lefty to do all the work and yes that is why he/she has been misbehaving, not unlike anyone with overworked over tired eyes, but just imagine one eye doing all the seeing for you?
That said I mentioned the financial strapping on us but on the good side my left eye’s cataract surgery will be paid off by this coming June, and he said to take the info to my Neuro who I mentioned I will be seeing next month, and then to see him again in six months and then decide; he assured me it is safe to wait. It’s just that he said my sight keeps changing so frequently and that he doesn’t feel that changing the prescription so often is the best answer and that the surgery could be, but not for sure either. So I have a lot to think about, don’t eye, oh wait that should be I, LOL! He did give me a free dry eye drops box, worth about eleven bucks.
After the doc’s we had lunch at Crispers for a healthy selection and my dollar off coupon was used on my lunch! It's the place where you don’t have to tip or if you do it goes right to United Way and that is owned by Publix groceries.
Next on to Wal-Mart for a few items of this and that, but first I used their handicapped bathroom in the front of store, and to my chagrin a nasty young healthy woman was in the only stall that was for people in wheel chairs or scooters like myself, and to not be too crude or rude, but I had to go and bad. And when she came out I must have spoken louder than I realized under my breath about her not being disabled or challenged and she with her filthy mouth said graphically explaining what she had been doing in the stall, and asked me what she should have done. And so I said that was inappropriate and wrong, but she remained clueless and she came back with some other expletive, which annoyed me so much… I asked her didn’t she realize that the large one with the sink in it was for wheel chairs and scooters or something like that, and then she said well there was no sign on that door! And so when I completed my own mission I approached the first employee I saw in the store itself to mention what had transpired in the bathroom and all about the young woman’s reasoning, knowing full well no one has control of their guests/customers in their place of business but out of frustration that was my only logical way to let them know what had happened and perhaps that a sign could be helpful on that last at the end of the facility door, and I got very lucky with a very nice compassionate soul who not only commiserated with me but said that she would speak to the management about that possibility, and so thank you Christina!
I was quite exhausted after dinner tonight and so I napped for a while.
As I may have mentioned when I get those dilation drops in my eyes and that other yellow stuff, I am very slow in coming back from them and so I suppose it adds to my difficulty in seeing and tiredness?
Any-who, I really thought that tonight I was not going to write as much as I did, but guess what…I DID!
Oddly enough when I arrived home I had twenty-five emails just from that time I was out, and frighteningly I received one from my across the canal neighbors saying there were photos of a young couples wedding, but the reason I was taken aback was the first names were the same as my estranged son’s and his wife and they divorced two years after they married in 2004! And so right now I am in no mood or capable of looking at them and giving them the attention they so rightfully deserve, since my sight is even more compromised, oddly enough the newlyweds are the children of my other neighbor across the canal, wow weird, but I did remember that her middle son had the same name as our youngest son, but it was so odd that he married a gal with the same name as my ex-daughter-in-law too of that son!
On that oddity of the evening let me be the first to wish you all a very happy good night and to ask you all to please count those blessings and share those overages and we will too!
And next time please be here or be square, ya hear?
I mentioned what my Neuro doc said about my MRI showing that the optic nerve was no good and not going to come back and he said that there is no question about the Optic Neuritis causing the blindness but he also feels that if the cataract was operated on and a lens put in it would take some of the pressure off of lefty to do all the work and yes that is why he/she has been misbehaving, not unlike anyone with overworked over tired eyes, but just imagine one eye doing all the seeing for you?
That said I mentioned the financial strapping on us but on the good side my left eye’s cataract surgery will be paid off by this coming June, and he said to take the info to my Neuro who I mentioned I will be seeing next month, and then to see him again in six months and then decide; he assured me it is safe to wait. It’s just that he said my sight keeps changing so frequently and that he doesn’t feel that changing the prescription so often is the best answer and that the surgery could be, but not for sure either. So I have a lot to think about, don’t eye, oh wait that should be I, LOL! He did give me a free dry eye drops box, worth about eleven bucks.
After the doc’s we had lunch at Crispers for a healthy selection and my dollar off coupon was used on my lunch! It's the place where you don’t have to tip or if you do it goes right to United Way and that is owned by Publix groceries.
Next on to Wal-Mart for a few items of this and that, but first I used their handicapped bathroom in the front of store, and to my chagrin a nasty young healthy woman was in the only stall that was for people in wheel chairs or scooters like myself, and to not be too crude or rude, but I had to go and bad. And when she came out I must have spoken louder than I realized under my breath about her not being disabled or challenged and she with her filthy mouth said graphically explaining what she had been doing in the stall, and asked me what she should have done. And so I said that was inappropriate and wrong, but she remained clueless and she came back with some other expletive, which annoyed me so much… I asked her didn’t she realize that the large one with the sink in it was for wheel chairs and scooters or something like that, and then she said well there was no sign on that door! And so when I completed my own mission I approached the first employee I saw in the store itself to mention what had transpired in the bathroom and all about the young woman’s reasoning, knowing full well no one has control of their guests/customers in their place of business but out of frustration that was my only logical way to let them know what had happened and perhaps that a sign could be helpful on that last at the end of the facility door, and I got very lucky with a very nice compassionate soul who not only commiserated with me but said that she would speak to the management about that possibility, and so thank you Christina!
I was quite exhausted after dinner tonight and so I napped for a while.
As I may have mentioned when I get those dilation drops in my eyes and that other yellow stuff, I am very slow in coming back from them and so I suppose it adds to my difficulty in seeing and tiredness?
Any-who, I really thought that tonight I was not going to write as much as I did, but guess what…I DID!
Oddly enough when I arrived home I had twenty-five emails just from that time I was out, and frighteningly I received one from my across the canal neighbors saying there were photos of a young couples wedding, but the reason I was taken aback was the first names were the same as my estranged son’s and his wife and they divorced two years after they married in 2004! And so right now I am in no mood or capable of looking at them and giving them the attention they so rightfully deserve, since my sight is even more compromised, oddly enough the newlyweds are the children of my other neighbor across the canal, wow weird, but I did remember that her middle son had the same name as our youngest son, but it was so odd that he married a gal with the same name as my ex-daughter-in-law too of that son!
On that oddity of the evening let me be the first to wish you all a very happy good night and to ask you all to please count those blessings and share those overages and we will too!
And next time please be here or be square, ya hear?
Sunday, March 13, 2011
A-Thon
Definition of –A-THON: An event or activity lasting a long time or involving a great deal of something; simply put, thanks to Webster’s online dictionary.
How many times have we heard that suffix used on this or that?
Many people we know or even ourselves have been involved in marathons, read-a-thons, and telethons, even dance-a-thons and the like.
Anyone with a heart or desire to be involved in something worthwhile more than likely has been a part of those types of ‘A-thons’; since most are used to benefit a non-profit organization to help the victims of any of the ills entitled, at times. But let us not forget the educational ones that just call upon us to learn more, such as the ‘read-a-thon’ that is on the list above. I am very sure there are many more types of a-thons but right now my mind has gone blank … a-thon…is there such a thing?
Moving on…
“Better safe than sorry,” an idiom from 1837 and so once again natural disasters have shown to teach us to be cautious in a possible lethal situation and if warned by legitimate authorities we should know to listen immediately! If nothing else… these last several years have taught us nothing but that.
Early warning systems are there for the public to pay attention to. Here in hurricane country when years have passed without incident some become cavalier about authoritative initiatives for us to heed their warnings in impending disasters. Sadly, I hope so much that all this misery of ‘natural disasters’ are not a precursor to us as well with a vicious hurricane season in our near future? (Our hurricane season which is June 1 – November 30th each and every year.)
Please people don’t become complacent, which is my biggest worry that is the forgetfulness of those who were just missed by a few miles when we had those two summers of hurricanes in 2004 and 2005 that hit deadly and violently where they chose to target. But many who were just lucky enough to be missed have no real ability to understand what we the ones who weren’t as lucky went through and they may not take the admonitions as seriously as they should. Oh sure, they can visit in the aftermath or go and help but being in it as it happens is the worse memory of all…and many still have Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome not unlike those who have been to war.
Japan was extremely high tech in their warning systems and even so many have lost their lives to the power of the events, but even so it would have been so much worse if all did not listen to their in place systems.
Any-who…
Today Hubby and I took a quiet day and did laundry and had our own read-a-thon, and yes I am moving right along with my marathon read of my latest novel, Geez that sounds so good and so normal to say that! Who would have thunk it that something so simple would mean so much to anyone, huh?
But isn’t that usually the case; simple things is what we all love in the long run in our lives, really?
On that not too difficult an idea to ponder let me be the first to wish you all a very happy good night and to kindly ask you to count those blessings and share those overages and we will too!
And next time please be here or be square, ya hear?
How many times have we heard that suffix used on this or that?
Many people we know or even ourselves have been involved in marathons, read-a-thons, and telethons, even dance-a-thons and the like.
Anyone with a heart or desire to be involved in something worthwhile more than likely has been a part of those types of ‘A-thons’; since most are used to benefit a non-profit organization to help the victims of any of the ills entitled, at times. But let us not forget the educational ones that just call upon us to learn more, such as the ‘read-a-thon’ that is on the list above. I am very sure there are many more types of a-thons but right now my mind has gone blank … a-thon…is there such a thing?
Moving on…
“Better safe than sorry,” an idiom from 1837 and so once again natural disasters have shown to teach us to be cautious in a possible lethal situation and if warned by legitimate authorities we should know to listen immediately! If nothing else… these last several years have taught us nothing but that.
Early warning systems are there for the public to pay attention to. Here in hurricane country when years have passed without incident some become cavalier about authoritative initiatives for us to heed their warnings in impending disasters. Sadly, I hope so much that all this misery of ‘natural disasters’ are not a precursor to us as well with a vicious hurricane season in our near future? (Our hurricane season which is June 1 – November 30th each and every year.)
Please people don’t become complacent, which is my biggest worry that is the forgetfulness of those who were just missed by a few miles when we had those two summers of hurricanes in 2004 and 2005 that hit deadly and violently where they chose to target. But many who were just lucky enough to be missed have no real ability to understand what we the ones who weren’t as lucky went through and they may not take the admonitions as seriously as they should. Oh sure, they can visit in the aftermath or go and help but being in it as it happens is the worse memory of all…and many still have Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome not unlike those who have been to war.
Japan was extremely high tech in their warning systems and even so many have lost their lives to the power of the events, but even so it would have been so much worse if all did not listen to their in place systems.
Any-who…
Today Hubby and I took a quiet day and did laundry and had our own read-a-thon, and yes I am moving right along with my marathon read of my latest novel, Geez that sounds so good and so normal to say that! Who would have thunk it that something so simple would mean so much to anyone, huh?
But isn’t that usually the case; simple things is what we all love in the long run in our lives, really?
On that not too difficult an idea to ponder let me be the first to wish you all a very happy good night and to kindly ask you to count those blessings and share those overages and we will too!
And next time please be here or be square, ya hear?
Saturday, March 12, 2011
READ!
Although, my eyesight has been rather iffy to date; I thought I would give a go at trying to read again, no books on tape for me, yet!
For those of you who have no idea of what I mean about my eyesight being compromised well let me explain, my right eye has Optic Neuritis and that sight did not return from its IV infusions of the 1000MG of Solu-Medrol for three days of last August and my recent cranial MRI of a month or so ago said it would not be anytime in the near future either, and lefty, my eye that did have cataract surgery the day of the Haitian Earthquake last January 12th, 2010 and was given a reading lens but on check was found to have a few little problems with floaters and a freckle which the eye surgery doc will be checking into again next week… And lefty has taken it upon itself to play now you see and now you don’t with me, got that?
Any-who, and so when we went over this past week to the Cultural Center I do believe we mentioned that we also went over to our branch of the library there.
Yes, I think I did.
And while there we borrowed five books, sadly though in my heyday I was a remarkable a book-a-day reader and so with these nasty eye problems it has set me back a bit in the reading material enjoyment game, not withstanding to really count those short news items of course or magazine articles in the interim that I have imbibed on as voraciously as a true lover/gobbler of information does!
And so I have taken on the most fun objective of reading one of my favorite author’s newest releases Patricia Cornwell’s, Port Mortuary, and although I was slow coming out of the gate with blurriness as my enemy that did create sleepiness as well I have been able to catch up to a fairly nice tempo with the story at hand. From reading only thirty four pages the first try to one hundred and twenty-two more on my second go at it! Only three hundred and thirty-nine more to go... TA DA! Without even a net, amazing! There goes another one of those expressions I love so much… “Where there is a will there is always a way”, huh? I do feel that my incentive is in knowing somewhat the background of her characters, like family that you know and are just catching up with their latest escapades. That is why I find my favorite authors stimulate that need to finish no matter what humps or hoops I have to jump through to finish and to find out how that old gang of theirs is going to come to their tidy endings. I just love all those neat tie up of loose ends they all do so astutely! Of course the beginnings are always riveting and make your need to read on like a drug that you will die without, and the climaxes in the middles are just so daring and tend to crescendo down to those exciting finales!
Yes, I love those books the most that the characters are all so familiar they are the ones that make you keep coming back for more and more and more!
To date most of my authors are prolific in the writing biz and so I have much to look forward to… as long as my sight holds out… but then there is always those 'BOOKS ON TAPE', huh?
Where there is a will there is always a way and so read!
It does really help to take you on a short trip away from every-days horrors and realities, but just for a little while, since we all must deal with life daily as you all know even with its occasional harshness.
On that idea of how to calm your nerves of the recent news that is so horrendous, let me be the first to wish you a very happy good night and to ask you to kindly count those blessings and share those overages with anyone you know who needs them and we will too!
And next time please be here or be square, ya hear?
For those of you who have no idea of what I mean about my eyesight being compromised well let me explain, my right eye has Optic Neuritis and that sight did not return from its IV infusions of the 1000MG of Solu-Medrol for three days of last August and my recent cranial MRI of a month or so ago said it would not be anytime in the near future either, and lefty, my eye that did have cataract surgery the day of the Haitian Earthquake last January 12th, 2010 and was given a reading lens but on check was found to have a few little problems with floaters and a freckle which the eye surgery doc will be checking into again next week… And lefty has taken it upon itself to play now you see and now you don’t with me, got that?
Any-who, and so when we went over this past week to the Cultural Center I do believe we mentioned that we also went over to our branch of the library there.
Yes, I think I did.
And while there we borrowed five books, sadly though in my heyday I was a remarkable a book-a-day reader and so with these nasty eye problems it has set me back a bit in the reading material enjoyment game, not withstanding to really count those short news items of course or magazine articles in the interim that I have imbibed on as voraciously as a true lover/gobbler of information does!
And so I have taken on the most fun objective of reading one of my favorite author’s newest releases Patricia Cornwell’s, Port Mortuary, and although I was slow coming out of the gate with blurriness as my enemy that did create sleepiness as well I have been able to catch up to a fairly nice tempo with the story at hand. From reading only thirty four pages the first try to one hundred and twenty-two more on my second go at it! Only three hundred and thirty-nine more to go... TA DA! Without even a net, amazing! There goes another one of those expressions I love so much… “Where there is a will there is always a way”, huh? I do feel that my incentive is in knowing somewhat the background of her characters, like family that you know and are just catching up with their latest escapades. That is why I find my favorite authors stimulate that need to finish no matter what humps or hoops I have to jump through to finish and to find out how that old gang of theirs is going to come to their tidy endings. I just love all those neat tie up of loose ends they all do so astutely! Of course the beginnings are always riveting and make your need to read on like a drug that you will die without, and the climaxes in the middles are just so daring and tend to crescendo down to those exciting finales!
Yes, I love those books the most that the characters are all so familiar they are the ones that make you keep coming back for more and more and more!
To date most of my authors are prolific in the writing biz and so I have much to look forward to… as long as my sight holds out… but then there is always those 'BOOKS ON TAPE', huh?
Where there is a will there is always a way and so read!
It does really help to take you on a short trip away from every-days horrors and realities, but just for a little while, since we all must deal with life daily as you all know even with its occasional harshness.
On that idea of how to calm your nerves of the recent news that is so horrendous, let me be the first to wish you a very happy good night and to ask you to kindly count those blessings and share those overages with anyone you know who needs them and we will too!
And next time please be here or be square, ya hear?
Friday, March 11, 2011
PRAY!
Did you all know that the word, ‘PRAY’ was much more encompassing than meaning to speak to G-d, the almighty, he or she, Jesus Christ or Allah whomever you believe in?
It is more versatile than that it also means to implore, plead, beg, ask, entreat, request, urge and call upon or mediate, contemplate, hope, wish or yearn and last but not least to crave? How about that?
The reason I brought that up tonight is because this multifaceted word this evening is due to the ‘natural’ ( Why is nature so violent, please tell me?) devastating disaster that had the disrespect to try to destroy a nation that has so much to offer to the world, Japan, an ally of us here in the US of A.
Strength of such a place has had its ups and downs… Why I can remember as a child when something said it was made in Japan that, at that time, meant less than quality in that product and we would kid that it probably would break very soon. But what an amazing turn around that country has made over the years becoming the BEST in technology; and even with a few glitches still well respected in the automotive field as well as with several different companies.
A double horror has occurred in this place today that has modernized to the point of making the rest of the world drool with jealously over so many capabilities, including educating their children!
Scandalous that they should be so undone with these an 8.9 earthquake and Tsunami to steal the lives of so many, a count now of over a thousand at this writing and still counting and their infrastructure too, the island has moved eight feet to the east, oh what power it was!
The countless movies of the happening as it occurred seem so unreal like watching a disaster movie!
Shocking and heartbreaking is all anyone can say…
Help is needed and to all who want to help here in the US or even abroad I am sure you can contact your local Red Cross: www.redcross.org/donate
That is half the battle not knowing what to do in these situations, well we all know that the title of tonight’s blog can only help, not hurt but donating whatever you can to any organization that you know is legit! And you should be cautious that is why I mentioned the Red Cross which is world renowned for their work and honesty with distributing the monies collected and physically going in and helping.
It looks like the rest of the tsunamis dreaded waves toward Hawaii and the west coast of the United States were not as severe as first expected, thankfully!
And so now we can all concentrate on whom really does need us, Japan.
Sadly we are becoming pros in this devastating natural disaster thingy; when will it all stop?
I asked all those patriarchs (and a matriarch too) in my first paragraph of this litany.
We as a planet must understand that these horrors are not of the making from the judgmental hierarchies that we put above all else.
Oh no, this is nasty Mother Nature testing our resolve, yes to see if we as a family of mankind and womankind can work together in love and peace to save us all!
Nah, but wouldn’t that be a reason to care if you didn’t already?
I know no one can be made to be what they are not…I am the first in line with that singing song, but just think about what I said only last night about the Golden Rule, and that my friends is what true compassion is…
Thinking about others and ways to go about helping those in need is your assignment for the next several months and please dear friends do me a favor and let me know what you did, OK? Because turning a deaf ear or pretending this has nothing to do with you is foolish, since we are all in the family of man (and woman) and as we all know we are our brothers and sisters keepers, true?
Something to ponder, huh, and I would definitely be the first to say?
Now let me be the first to wish you all a very happy good night and to count your blessings and share those overages with JAPAN and we will too!
And next time please be here or be square, ya hear?
Think of it this way; someone is always listening, huh?
It is more versatile than that it also means to implore, plead, beg, ask, entreat, request, urge and call upon or mediate, contemplate, hope, wish or yearn and last but not least to crave? How about that?
The reason I brought that up tonight is because this multifaceted word this evening is due to the ‘natural’ ( Why is nature so violent, please tell me?) devastating disaster that had the disrespect to try to destroy a nation that has so much to offer to the world, Japan, an ally of us here in the US of A.
Strength of such a place has had its ups and downs… Why I can remember as a child when something said it was made in Japan that, at that time, meant less than quality in that product and we would kid that it probably would break very soon. But what an amazing turn around that country has made over the years becoming the BEST in technology; and even with a few glitches still well respected in the automotive field as well as with several different companies.
A double horror has occurred in this place today that has modernized to the point of making the rest of the world drool with jealously over so many capabilities, including educating their children!
Scandalous that they should be so undone with these an 8.9 earthquake and Tsunami to steal the lives of so many, a count now of over a thousand at this writing and still counting and their infrastructure too, the island has moved eight feet to the east, oh what power it was!
The countless movies of the happening as it occurred seem so unreal like watching a disaster movie!
Shocking and heartbreaking is all anyone can say…
Help is needed and to all who want to help here in the US or even abroad I am sure you can contact your local Red Cross: www.redcross.org/donate
That is half the battle not knowing what to do in these situations, well we all know that the title of tonight’s blog can only help, not hurt but donating whatever you can to any organization that you know is legit! And you should be cautious that is why I mentioned the Red Cross which is world renowned for their work and honesty with distributing the monies collected and physically going in and helping.
It looks like the rest of the tsunamis dreaded waves toward Hawaii and the west coast of the United States were not as severe as first expected, thankfully!
And so now we can all concentrate on whom really does need us, Japan.
Sadly we are becoming pros in this devastating natural disaster thingy; when will it all stop?
I asked all those patriarchs (and a matriarch too) in my first paragraph of this litany.
We as a planet must understand that these horrors are not of the making from the judgmental hierarchies that we put above all else.
Oh no, this is nasty Mother Nature testing our resolve, yes to see if we as a family of mankind and womankind can work together in love and peace to save us all!
Nah, but wouldn’t that be a reason to care if you didn’t already?
I know no one can be made to be what they are not…I am the first in line with that singing song, but just think about what I said only last night about the Golden Rule, and that my friends is what true compassion is…
Thinking about others and ways to go about helping those in need is your assignment for the next several months and please dear friends do me a favor and let me know what you did, OK? Because turning a deaf ear or pretending this has nothing to do with you is foolish, since we are all in the family of man (and woman) and as we all know we are our brothers and sisters keepers, true?
Something to ponder, huh, and I would definitely be the first to say?
Now let me be the first to wish you all a very happy good night and to count your blessings and share those overages with JAPAN and we will too!
And next time please be here or be square, ya hear?
Think of it this way; someone is always listening, huh?
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Sick and Angry? Could it be a flaw in our personalities or something else?
How many other people out there is either of those accusatory above suggestions?
WELL, NOW I CAN’T HEAR YOU!
Okay, quiet down a wee bit, please!
And so now the discussion begins…
I suppose being sick is not that accusatory since it is usually a fact of your life and it is not like you can change that part of you by wishing so, ask anyone with a chronic ill?
So it is NOT your fault! But too many in the general population treat you like it is… and perhaps that is why we might become a teensy weensy bit ANGRY! It’s with those PEEPS!
Many though do believe that being chronically ill makes them a true curmudgeon, but I believe that even the HEALTHY TOO HAVE THOSE MOMENTS, but not as often!
Perhaps my second idea could be a truism as well.
Having personality flaws is not that rare a malady, correct?
We all have something that anyone who loves us will possibly admit to tell us about and call us on that is not so nice a part of us at any given time, huh? And of course you about them, let us not forget it goes both ways, correct?
As the saying goes…NOBODY’S PERFECT!
Sadly though when anyone has bad painful days, day after day FOREVER; it is not as easy for them to NOT complain a little, really? And when spouses have been exhausted as their sounding boards for such needs, why not let the world in on it?
Like I have done right here, nightly, ha!
Gosh it is only human, I think I got that right…maybe?
We as a race of beings of the human race that is, should be allowed that outlet in our nearly perfect personas, right?
I have seen the martyr types and they make me exhausted with their too perky happy go lucky attitudes no matter what, surgery? Yea! Amputation?… Didn’t need that body part anyway. Going blind? I still can hear and smell … are you kidding, really? And yes, that was way over the top to make my miniscule point, but you get the idea I am more than sure. They always make me feel oh so bad about me being the honest curmudgeon that I profess to be, which rarely gets any respect in the public realm. Actually, more power to those people and I want some of what they are on….huh? LOL!
Yes, too much of anything including gleeful happiness is also a downer when done dishonestly, isn’t it?
Geez I spent my teen years trying for the world to like me, and I have been done with that trial of needing to be liked, for good grief… why, nearly fifty years now!
So I have come to the conclusion that everything in moderation is how we must play this game in our societies to fit into the family of mankind and decided that if that is what they all want then I should try to give that to them, right?
Oh I don’t know… it’s just one more thing that I feel if it isn’t in your nature to come out of you naturally then why bother?
Being popular now?
Who needs that or wants that?
I am not running for political office after all.
Polite is one thing and I am not saying that we should not make an effort to be that, but to pretend all is well when it is not?
Nah, not in this gal and NOT in MY LIFETIME… SORRY FOLKS!
As I always say be nice but not shy to speak your mind and if people walk away, say good for them SINCE THEY CAN WALK! Sincerely though friends we all know that respecting one another is the true name of the game and that only goes back to that old Golden Rule…you all know it and say it with me TREAT OTHERS HOW YOU WANT TO BE TREATED or something like that, but you got the idea of where I am coming from… and then the world will be a better place for us all!
On those words to leave you with to live by daily let me be the first to wish you all a very happy good night and to all kindly count those blessings and to share those overages and we will too!
And next time please be here or be square, ya hear?
WELL, NOW I CAN’T HEAR YOU!
Okay, quiet down a wee bit, please!
And so now the discussion begins…
I suppose being sick is not that accusatory since it is usually a fact of your life and it is not like you can change that part of you by wishing so, ask anyone with a chronic ill?
So it is NOT your fault! But too many in the general population treat you like it is… and perhaps that is why we might become a teensy weensy bit ANGRY! It’s with those PEEPS!
Many though do believe that being chronically ill makes them a true curmudgeon, but I believe that even the HEALTHY TOO HAVE THOSE MOMENTS, but not as often!
Perhaps my second idea could be a truism as well.
Having personality flaws is not that rare a malady, correct?
We all have something that anyone who loves us will possibly admit to tell us about and call us on that is not so nice a part of us at any given time, huh? And of course you about them, let us not forget it goes both ways, correct?
As the saying goes…NOBODY’S PERFECT!
Sadly though when anyone has bad painful days, day after day FOREVER; it is not as easy for them to NOT complain a little, really? And when spouses have been exhausted as their sounding boards for such needs, why not let the world in on it?
Like I have done right here, nightly, ha!
Gosh it is only human, I think I got that right…maybe?
We as a race of beings of the human race that is, should be allowed that outlet in our nearly perfect personas, right?
I have seen the martyr types and they make me exhausted with their too perky happy go lucky attitudes no matter what, surgery? Yea! Amputation?… Didn’t need that body part anyway. Going blind? I still can hear and smell … are you kidding, really? And yes, that was way over the top to make my miniscule point, but you get the idea I am more than sure. They always make me feel oh so bad about me being the honest curmudgeon that I profess to be, which rarely gets any respect in the public realm. Actually, more power to those people and I want some of what they are on….huh? LOL!
Yes, too much of anything including gleeful happiness is also a downer when done dishonestly, isn’t it?
Geez I spent my teen years trying for the world to like me, and I have been done with that trial of needing to be liked, for good grief… why, nearly fifty years now!
So I have come to the conclusion that everything in moderation is how we must play this game in our societies to fit into the family of mankind and decided that if that is what they all want then I should try to give that to them, right?
Oh I don’t know… it’s just one more thing that I feel if it isn’t in your nature to come out of you naturally then why bother?
Being popular now?
Who needs that or wants that?
I am not running for political office after all.
Polite is one thing and I am not saying that we should not make an effort to be that, but to pretend all is well when it is not?
Nah, not in this gal and NOT in MY LIFETIME… SORRY FOLKS!
As I always say be nice but not shy to speak your mind and if people walk away, say good for them SINCE THEY CAN WALK! Sincerely though friends we all know that respecting one another is the true name of the game and that only goes back to that old Golden Rule…you all know it and say it with me TREAT OTHERS HOW YOU WANT TO BE TREATED or something like that, but you got the idea of where I am coming from… and then the world will be a better place for us all!
On those words to leave you with to live by daily let me be the first to wish you all a very happy good night and to all kindly count those blessings and to share those overages and we will too!
And next time please be here or be square, ya hear?
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Necronym
Research for this word of interest to me has been a short drive to a few sites that specifically state that it comes from the Greek word ‘nekros’ meaning, death, and ‘onoma’ meaning, name, in reference to a person who has died using their name.
“For instance, in some cultures it is common for a newborn child to receive the name (a necronym) of a relative who has recently died, while in others to reuse such a name would be considered extremely inappropriate or even forbidden. While this varies from culture to culture, the use of necronyms is quite common.” This is from thanks to Wikipedia, which I do know has taken a few hits recently for accuracy, but I do believe this is correct and as concise an explanation that I had come across.
If any of you desire more info from the above site, just copy and paste this: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Necronym
Sadly I thought it was just a way to honor the dearly departed in your particular family, but little did I realize it was also utilized during the Cold War for nefarious reasons, actually in using a decent person who had died name for not nice reasons, for spying and creating a new alias for that spy to use.
Apparently, unbeknownst to me since I did grow up and live through a significant amount of time during the ‘Cold War’, 1945-1991, this is a particular practice that I seemed to have missed. Below is the info access for more on the Cold War, this site is great for the youngins who may not have been here or even some of us oldies who may have forgotten, but not likely! I hear you!
http://americanhistory.si.edu/subs/history/timeline/index.html
Now that I have had some time to calm down from my in-law’s comment about me being a socialist, I finally found a comeback that I might have made him laugh and not get so angry with my way of thinking so differently from him. I should have said no I am not a socialist, I AM AN IDEALIST! So there, and stick out my adult tongue at him, that would have showed him! But it would have lost something when it is only done in an email not in person…And although it is all just in retrospect since we are no longer on speaking terms as so many have decided to be in that frame of mind with me. I make it so easy to be crossed off their lists for this or that with my un-witty counter to their attitudes or comments!
It amazes me to this day why there are even women who put down other women who speak their mind or in their own narrow ways of thinking think some of us speak way too much! Where is the sisterhood I hear so much about? Perhaps that is why as a child I always got along better with my male counterparts, sorry friends, but that is true! I think it is instilled in some people, sadly it still appears in women, to be lesser than what they in reality have the ability to be, their own cheering squad! Being shy and or quiet people who feel that their male or female counterparts are their spokes person truly makes me cringe! People please, men and women alike should allow each of us to be as strong as we can be in ideas as well as opinions and respect that strength in each other! But never expect others to conform to your way of thinking, unless it is totally their choice.
The Necronym thing again I felt was an interesting topic to me since I am named for my maternal grandmother, who was killed in an automobile accident six months before I was born. In fact both of my grandmothers were in heaven or wherever good loved people go, before I was born and so I never had the pleasure to know either one of them, and I so wish I had had that opportunity.
My paternal grandmother died in the late 1940’s when medicos were not that knowledgeable about diabetes and her legs went gangrene and she refused amputation, sadly I would have loved her with or without her legs, but I wasn’t born yet to tell her that!
Sorry about the maudlin end to tonight’s post, but when you start with names being used of your dead relatives it was bound to happen, LOL! Sorry again!
That did strike me as very funny!
But death can do that sometimes…huh?
Oh well, let’s get back on track and allow me to be the first to wish you all a very happy good night and to remind you all to count those blessings and share those overages and we will too!
And next time please be here or be square, ya hear?
PS Another interesting bit of trivia for this as a blog fact, my entitled topic of, “Snakes’ also created quite a stir stat numbers wise, amazing what people like, huh?
“For instance, in some cultures it is common for a newborn child to receive the name (a necronym) of a relative who has recently died, while in others to reuse such a name would be considered extremely inappropriate or even forbidden. While this varies from culture to culture, the use of necronyms is quite common.” This is from thanks to Wikipedia, which I do know has taken a few hits recently for accuracy, but I do believe this is correct and as concise an explanation that I had come across.
If any of you desire more info from the above site, just copy and paste this: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Necronym
Sadly I thought it was just a way to honor the dearly departed in your particular family, but little did I realize it was also utilized during the Cold War for nefarious reasons, actually in using a decent person who had died name for not nice reasons, for spying and creating a new alias for that spy to use.
Apparently, unbeknownst to me since I did grow up and live through a significant amount of time during the ‘Cold War’, 1945-1991, this is a particular practice that I seemed to have missed. Below is the info access for more on the Cold War, this site is great for the youngins who may not have been here or even some of us oldies who may have forgotten, but not likely! I hear you!
http://americanhistory.si.edu/subs/history/timeline/index.html
Now that I have had some time to calm down from my in-law’s comment about me being a socialist, I finally found a comeback that I might have made him laugh and not get so angry with my way of thinking so differently from him. I should have said no I am not a socialist, I AM AN IDEALIST! So there, and stick out my adult tongue at him, that would have showed him! But it would have lost something when it is only done in an email not in person…And although it is all just in retrospect since we are no longer on speaking terms as so many have decided to be in that frame of mind with me. I make it so easy to be crossed off their lists for this or that with my un-witty counter to their attitudes or comments!
It amazes me to this day why there are even women who put down other women who speak their mind or in their own narrow ways of thinking think some of us speak way too much! Where is the sisterhood I hear so much about? Perhaps that is why as a child I always got along better with my male counterparts, sorry friends, but that is true! I think it is instilled in some people, sadly it still appears in women, to be lesser than what they in reality have the ability to be, their own cheering squad! Being shy and or quiet people who feel that their male or female counterparts are their spokes person truly makes me cringe! People please, men and women alike should allow each of us to be as strong as we can be in ideas as well as opinions and respect that strength in each other! But never expect others to conform to your way of thinking, unless it is totally their choice.
The Necronym thing again I felt was an interesting topic to me since I am named for my maternal grandmother, who was killed in an automobile accident six months before I was born. In fact both of my grandmothers were in heaven or wherever good loved people go, before I was born and so I never had the pleasure to know either one of them, and I so wish I had had that opportunity.
My paternal grandmother died in the late 1940’s when medicos were not that knowledgeable about diabetes and her legs went gangrene and she refused amputation, sadly I would have loved her with or without her legs, but I wasn’t born yet to tell her that!
Sorry about the maudlin end to tonight’s post, but when you start with names being used of your dead relatives it was bound to happen, LOL! Sorry again!
That did strike me as very funny!
But death can do that sometimes…huh?
Oh well, let’s get back on track and allow me to be the first to wish you all a very happy good night and to remind you all to count those blessings and share those overages and we will too!
And next time please be here or be square, ya hear?
PS Another interesting bit of trivia for this as a blog fact, my entitled topic of, “Snakes’ also created quite a stir stat numbers wise, amazing what people like, huh?
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