Tuesday, January 31, 2012

Pay day and so out we went for our...

Okay, so we went out for our yummies, translation food/grocery items this time at the Sam’s Club mostly coffee and extra virgin olive oil and a few this and that’s/essentials and other necessities for other important components needed in our dwelling, translation grout for around the tub, and they are actually fun to do when you don’t get out that much, like me…
We first went over to Home Depot for the grout, a very special high test type, because the one we have been using has not been doing what all the ones before had accomplished…What’s that; you so boldly ask?
Why not cracking up, not laughing i.e., it has been cracking up i.e. real cracks opening up around the tub, in the bad sense of what that means or is that tense, nope sense and we have had no luck with the previous brands of grout, that is.
The only problem we found going into any home store these days, not everyone is as knowledgeable as you may be or in our case, us.
Truthfully, we have built homes and additions and many baths included in that DIY resume of ours, sure we had our oopses and learned by trial and error occasionally, but that is well over a forty year period!
And so when you go into a department and they tell you like a small child that this is what you got to do to fix the problem, well, at times… it rubs me the wrong way!
That is until I explained that we have the above as our reasoning of why we just want a better product, hmm?
Alas, sadly that is when I realized that I was in their plumbing department and not in their paint department, which oddly enough is their grout department too, oh well, did I have egg on my face or what, little-miss- know-it-all, hmm? That’ll teach me, or not…!
Silicone is what we ended up with that was quite dear in price at just under seven bucks! Well, if it does the trick, it will be worth every penny. In all our years as abode peeps with baths to boot or to bathe, sinks to wash those grimy human paws and toilets to you know what… I do not recall having grout crack as often as in this home’s beautiful bath of mine… just plain odd if you ask me… but don’t cause I don’t know why that is.
Of course, that is another Hubby job. I used to do it in my day, but no longer, being shorter and unable to maneuver like you need to; no can do, but he still can, thankfully!

We came home hours ago and I am still basking in the after glow, of what you ask?
Why going out into the world and seeing others and talking to a few and learning and feeling…HUMAN, I hear you all saying … Gosh it sure doesn’t take much to make this gal happy! And sadly you would be right, these days, but I wasn’t always this easy… stay tuned I feel another long story coming into your future from your nightly doses from your quite verbose vibrant vigorous voluptuous vamp vright vhere!

On those words to live by or at the very least try hard to decipher, what the heck, allow me to be the first to wish you all a very happy good night and ask you to count those blessings and kindly share those overages and we will too!

And next time please be here or be square, ya hear?
PS And if you haven’t voted in this GOP primary and can, go do it and do it for me too, nah kidding, you can’t do that! But you all knew that… anyway you would have to cast a vote for write in, ha!

Monday, January 30, 2012

Delicate balance

Most of us all know that it takes time to create that in business or home or to relax and call upon ourselves to have that unique ability.
Some do it amazingly with little effort but for some of us it is a major endeavor to ascertain and we have it one moment and than lose it in a blip of time.
And those of us who truly feel that we are spinning those pie pans on those sticks, just like those jugglers used to do on The Ed Sullivan Show, running back and forth never letting any drop, which for your kiddies, that show was a variety of entertainment show that ran on our CBS stations here in the United States on Sunday nights between June of 1948 until June of 1971, think of America’s Got Talent on steroids and without any judges. Elvis Presley made his first appearance in 1956 on it and the Beatles made their US début there in 1964, just to name a few!

Moving on, the jugglers were usually never as famous as the other top entertainers, but they were quite amazing! Never dropping those plates, oh sometimes, but rarely!
Balance, that is what they had and knew exactly how to do it… moving from one plate to another to make sure they all stayed up and continued to move along…in circles but kept moving.

Any-who, we all know that life is delicate and chancy and talking to friends, acquaintances, or business associates can suffer in that balance. And if not done according to appropriate usage of verbiage we all know that feelings are fragile at times may be hurt and what we say as well as how we say it can make all that difference.

You see, I feel that all this technology cannot show our facial expressions which help when talking face to face with people and get your feelings and ideas and thoughts across to them on a one to one basis… but this (I am spreading my hands open and out in circles over my computer keyboard) is not what true communication was meant to be, even speaking into a phone is more powerful, that is NOT TEXTING, with the intensity or expressiveness of your voice, but a face to face contact is the way to go, call me old fashioned and yep, at times I am…But try it, you may like it; that new form, fangled form of an old conventional way of communication, hmm?

Gosh, we balance our check books why not our lives with saying with not blank expressionless printed words, but with a flair to show that you care and are being there!
And sure it takes practice like anything else worthwhile in life does…

On that gem of an idea, allow me to be the first to wish you all a very happy good night and to ask you to kindly to count your blessings and share those overages and we will too!

And next time please be here or be square, ya hear?

Sunday, January 29, 2012

Talking online...

When one talks online to people by writing a conversation online; is that still considered talking; or could this be texting too, although, not on a phone?
These new fangled communication devices always seem to baffle me with the appropriate ways to call them as we see them or sometimes not see them so well as in my case, hmm?
Terminology, is a definitive thing when we are taught what is proper or the correct protocol a name for that thingy, true?
But who determines that?
I just want to know, who died and pronounced them the one and only holder of the monikers of suitable jargon for the masses, hmm?

As most of you must know if you read my nightly drivel that I am also quite a turner of a word, by my own creativity, and for that I am proud… Is it a closed industry; this innovative end of the word game?

I say NO; loud and clear from here to there for all the world to hear!
And I suspect that all you other ingenious multifaceted thinkers from all the realms of the earth may come to have your own defined explanatory and descriptive ability to add depth and relativity to a world that can proceed to be all things to all people at all times in every crevice of its being…wait, where was I and what were we discussing?

Oh, that’s right the made up non used but definitely needed observance of evocative ways to express ones self from a personal stand point, TA DA!

Ah the ‘word’ and its ability to cause an emotional response when used correctly in its contents and disapproved of when used incorrectly or carelessly by opinionated others…
And so I say that why not take the plunge of non-triteness and step outside of that all too familiar box and be original with a vision for that plan in an eloquent unique way!

But do us all a favor and make sense, so us older folks get it, okay?

I do like my newest addition to this concept of last night addition in my blog of ‘dishumor’ in meaning not funny, you have to admit that sounds more intriguing than, NOT FUNNY!

I suppose it is a matter of test and as we all know some don’t like any change even in small quantities, right?
Sure we all went to school and were taught that it is this way or no way… but did you know that all public schools are NOT democracies; they are dictatorships where the principles are the last word!
A simple, YEP!
Happily the real word is not as harsh or even university or college level educations, although many do have the right to tell you not in my house, so to speak and kick you out, wait that is entitled, “EXPEL YOU”!
But once you graduate you are in-charge of your words and their fate of what is what and use them whatever way you so desire…since they are FREE!
But try to be kind and not too sublime and when you find the time be one of a kind to show the world that you do have one heck of a MIND!

On the end to my rhyme; which proved it was mine, allow me to be the first to wish you all a very happy good night and to ask you to kindly count all your blessings and to share all your overages and we will too!

And next time please be here or be square, ya hear?

Saturday, January 28, 2012

Is Saturday three days from Tuesday or four?

No one seems to be able to count anymore, hmm?
If today is a day, being it is Saturday that would be one day, than Sunday would be another day, being two and Monday would be another, being three, and so Tuesday would be another day, being four?
I do believe I am correct but all I heard today is that there are three more days left until voting!
Now if they are saying for campaigning then I would have to agree that would be three, since they cannot campaign on the day of the actual vote or is that just in November not the primary?
Gosh, who can keep this all straight; I sure can’t.
And I have not missed any elections that I could vote in to vote in, got that?
I was the one who in 1969 wrote, while a college student, a paper about giving the right to eighteen year olds to vote with researching way back where many of our presidents were for it too, and for that I received an A.
PS the ability for eighteen year olds to vote was passed, ironically in 1972, when I was twenty-two and I had already voted once, locally, but that year,1972, was my first presidential election to vote.
Civics is the course that most schools teach for government to be understood in the public schools system, and I don’t believe that I ever took it.
I had taken American and World History but right now I am not sure that I took that course, specifically Civics, Hubby did.
As most schools then and probably now allow you to choose your high school courses.
I did take algebra and algebra two with trigonometry and no geometry. A year of French and two years of Spanish and of course PE, physical education, and choir, but my senior year, when I had all the college prep courses fulfilled and so I took courses that would be fun for me, business marketing, business law, business math, psychology; all that would allow me to go to work after lunch and only go half day to school, since I was ready for graduation early.
And to all of my lapsing recall I do not remember taking civics, sorry.

So if you need a lesson on government issues you should look it up, or Google, Bing or whatever search engine you prefer to use, but do it.
All I do know that I do know how to count, at least up to ten (A joke folks) and I cannot understand why no one else can?

So on this lot of talk about nothing significant except over my dishumor (Tobism), in other words not funny, of why no one else in the media can seem to!
On that alone allow me to be the first to wish you all a very happy good night and to ask you all kindly to count your blessings and share those overages and we will too!

And next time please be here or be square, ya hear?

PS I know it doesn't seem like it, but I did take English too for all four years, how odd that I forgot that, hmm?

Friday, January 27, 2012

105, and five more days...

Today, my Dad would be one hundred and five years old, but he’s not here…hmm, oh darn, so I guess not, hmm?
But my dear sweet unpretentious Dad had a good life without any regrets although he has been gone since May 11, 1986, and anyone who reads this regularly might remember me saying that and how wonderful I thought that was and he was for thinking that!

Yes, we all know that our loved ones are hard to forget no matter how long they are gone for. That is any of them worth their salt and even the not so worthy ones who also make it hard to forget them, which I am sure you all know is true that they too can become unforgettable.

Now the five more days is slightly deceptive, since you would have to count all of today and the entirety of Tuesday too, but that does make five.
And why, you ask five more days, well, if you have not been through it recently than I will tell you, our GOP primary election for this state is on this coming, Tuesday the 31st!
Not that we are receiving phone calls, since we were smart enough years ago to register as non-partisan, but the commercials and the over abundance of additional state/city debates amongst the candidates, which in another life they wouldn’t let their children say what they feel they must to win!
Gosh, talk about grown-ups acting badly, what an example they are setting for the children?
I do know that historically that mud-slinging is as much a part of the campaign as buttons used to be, or still could be, but I don’t recall seeing any, have you?
Bumper stickers were all the rage at one time, and those silly little picket signs, but I do believe for environmental purposes of disposal they have been lessened at least I don’t see as many…but with my eyesight who knows they could be there somewhere?

Weather here in the wee hours of the morning was wicked, in fact one home less than four miles from here actually had an EF1 tornado, 90 mph, take a direct hit on it, and yes it was verified by those who do that sort of thing. One home, so odd no other on the block or on either side of it, and no one was hurt. The ninety year old home owner lost part of his roof and it’s already been semi-repaired with plywood and a tarp placed on it.
Crazy, but not as bad as it could have been and we did get a bit of rain that we so desperately needed.(Retraction a few other homes did get some damage, but not as bad.)

And that’s the way it was here in near to River City today the 27th day of January in our twenty first century 2012!
Always thought that would be a very typical sign off for my hard news stories…ha, isn’t it fun to play pretend, hmm?

On that strange closing to a rather quiet news day (another closing possibility for me), allow me to be the first to wish you all a very happy good night and to ask you to kindly to count all your blessings and share those overages and we will too!

And next time please be here or be square, ya hear?

Thursday, January 26, 2012

The cat is out of the bag!

I am more than happy to share with all of you that today I received a confirmation of when I will be having my Stereotactic needle biopsy!
Next month is the date and if I were to be more specific I would have to kill you! (Clint Eastwood as Dirty Harry)
Kidding, but you all know that we have those darn GPS ability peeps knowing where and when we are going here or there…but you know something?
Sure you do. But I am talking about this knowing that the older cell phones don’t have that ability to be tracked down that is… and Gosh, Hubby’s and my phones have gotta be about seven or eight years old, how about that?
And so I do believe they are not ensconced with those new fangled GPS systems that I imagine are great if you misplace them or they are stolen, hmm?

See, sometimes older is better! No BIG BROTHER knowing our every move!
Now if we lose ours or some idiot wants to steal it, I said idiot since it has no bells or whistles like those new jobbies do, so what…and oh yeah they take forever to charge up and that is a bad thing I suppose and I also think that at times the volume goes in and out, but that could be our hearing, since both of us have iffy ears, hearing-wise that is…
Oddly enough, though ours work in the house, not like our neighbors that we see pacing up and down the street to talk to who knows who, hmm?
They serve their purpose, for all long distance calls and are still locked into a fairly reasonable monthly bill for the two.

So my gal pals who seem to want to know what’s what were told ala totally secure Facebook IM page, ha you all say!
And yes, you would be more than correct; is nothing sacred anymore?
We spill our beans daily; our medical lives are posted securely in hospital computers, huh?
Let’s put it this way, does anyone want to trade my records with theirs?
Or in my case what exciting information would they glean from anything there, since my reveal is nightly here, hmm?
You see, being an open book is so refreshing and totally freeing.

And you know something?
When you are open with yourself others do that with you too, not always, but sometimes, well not sometimes, well not usually but occasionally, oh darn!
I guess its only self serving for my own feelings of sharing every little meager insignificant, boring to the world but interesting to no one other than myself!
NEVERMIND…
Oh poo, why do I do what I do?
I will tell you why… because I truly do have too much time on my hands and one heck of a BIG MOUTH!

But really if sharing is relatable to any other human being out there than I have done something…God only knows what that is but something, hmm?

Being a regular gal with typical problems that may or may not affect you too is why I share… By the way I thought that it is interesting that many MS patients have also other ailments from all types of arthritis and cancers too. Speaking with a few nurses that work with MS patients that found that is another sad commonality, as well being in that the small percentage of having side-effects from many prescribed medications.
I suggested that perhaps it’s because Multiple Sclerosis is an autoimmune disease that our immune systems are compromised as well as heavy dosing more than the general population of steroids which also tampers with that gentle balance.

On that hopefully informative gem, allow me to be the first to wish you all a very happy good night and kindly to ask you all to count your blessings and share those overages and we will too!

And next time please be here or be square, ya hear?

Wednesday, January 25, 2012

GOOD NEWS!

Peace of mind is mine for now…
My vitreous hemorrhage has healed in my righty eye!
And lefty although experiencing those faint floaters is fine too, apparently they are just there from doing the job for two.
It is true that I have Ischemic optic neuropathy, but lefty is doing just fine vision-wise and so that is very good news!

But I must also relay my other good news; my Stereotactic needle biopsy will be scheduled within the next few days, hooray!
And once the test is done and the report is back, hopefully with a benign result that too will be very good news too!
I will pray that all is well and try that mantra that I made up of, “benign, benign, benign don’t worry be fine!”

Gosh, life is tricky, hmm?
You would think by now that I would have a handle on these things since I have been around more than a half a century and a decade plus nearly two additional years!
Boy, talk about round about ways to say your age, OK, I am sixty-one and hopefully I will be sixty-two in July; so I am halfway past this sixty first year of my original birth, got that? I can do that without fear, since Hubby was sixty-two in November and he is officially older than me that is until July when we will be the same age, again, ha!

Look at me, discussing my age and getting older, wow!
What a difference a day makes, hmm?
Geez, by now you would think I would have known that.
Time can heal and that patience is something that I need to learn to gain from somewhere and somehow…but where?
I suppose it is in all of us if we look deep enough, ya think?
Being impatient has always been one of my many flaws… I suppose that with all the time on my hands I could try to work on that.
I do know that whenever they do, do the biopsy its results will take as long as twenty-four to seventy-two hours to come back, and that will be another test that I will have to study for, that is being patient for waiting for those results?
The bad part is if they come back too soon that most likely means the news will be bad, and the longer it takes, this time will mean the news will be good!
Oh well, knowing that doesn’t make it any easier, huh?
Uh Oh, I am going down that slippery slope even before the test, again!
NO! I will not let that happen…!

But who amongst us doesn’t get that waiting for something this important can be nerve wracking?
And so I rest my case.
We all at times know that waiting is hard to do, and so with all of you in my corner…I will let you be my strength and know that I can do this…in reality, what choice do I have than to wait?

On that ridiculous reasoning but accurate, allow me to be the first to wish you all a very happy good night and ask you to kindly count all your blessings and share all those overages and we will too!

And next time please be here or be square, ya hear?

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

Depressing, frustrating and not able to do a thing to expedite the process...

It’s not like I haven’t been here before.
Unfortunately, this all seems way too familiar.
Not being in control of a situation.
I am pretty sure that many of you out there have had similar experiences.
Being a type ‘A’ personality has been difficult these last few years without much ability to change things as swiftly as I care to or have done in my past by myself for myself.
Sure, I am not any different than most people who need and want to be in charge of things, whether it be in a business situation or their own lives…Trouble begins when you find out that that is NOT going to happen, anymore…

Depending on others for what you need is the hardest for those of us who pretty much felt that we could depend on ourselves nearly always.
That is not to say that in my recent years of total upheaval of my lifestyle that I have not adjusted to my fate, oh that’s not true, I am still assimilating and not doing it well at all…
Being, so-called physically challenged with my difficulty in walking and seeing and not able to leave our compound at the drop of a hat without asking for assistance or having to have a planned destination in mind is somewhat limiting… Almost as if I am under house arrest, hmm?
But no, no electric leg warmers/warners here, unless you count my parathesia and ataxia or spasms or half blindness…
Yes, they are just the short form of my malady listing, or laundry listing as I have often called my ills…ha!

Not so funny you with hearts say, hmm, sure I do know that too, why I live it everyday, and there’s the rub…I AM LIVING, but to what avail?
Quality of life is an issue, if I were an elderly dog I would perhaps be put down, hmm?

Ice packs are not that uncommon these nights since my cervical stenosis appears to be causing lumps in my neck that act up while trying to sleep! I need to remove that soft collar while sleeping.
Shoulders feel that I cannot get comfortable and create pain from side to side as I roll to find a significant comfy spot, but no luck with that.
Burning sensations throughout my chest area, front to back, from either my Fibromyalgia or something more insidious seems to be there when I really don’t need anything more…
My left eye has followed suit with seeing floaters and the occasional flasher, not unlike righty who is legally blind and now with a vitreous hemorrhage, thankfully I see, interesting choice of word, the eye doc tomorrow!
Headaches constant and are caused by more than likely everything!
Oh joy, what am I doing, hmm?
I will tell you, FESSING UP!
Or as it is known more universally as TELLING THE TRUTH!
And not at all a happy camper!

My loss of control of my fate has mostly recently become my singular mindset and stems from the people who have my Stereotactic needle biopsy in their control and have not gotten back to me still…
I did call the initiator of my case and she said that they are very busy and will be getting back to me very soon!
Okay…but waiting is not in my DNA.
I am not any good at it, never was and will never be at this point I am very sure…Sadly, though, at this point in my life, with my over dependence and need of others help I have no choices anymore than to sit and wait…do I?

Boy, what a Pitiful Pearl am I?
Nah, in spite of this mess… I still have hope in my heart… what else have we got?
‘Cause I’ve got ‘HIGH HOPES”, and you can too just copy and paste this site!
http://www.metrolyrics.com/high-hopes-lyrics-frank-sinatra.html# Sing it loud and sing it proud!

On that happier, at least I am trying a tiny bit to try… allow me to wish you all a very happy good night and to ask you to kindly to count all your blessings and share all those overages and we will too!

And next time please be here or be square, ya hear?

PS and yes, I am always tired…what’s with that?

Monday, January 23, 2012

Tired and so this will be short tonight...

Our eldest son has come for a visit and to help Hubby with a rather large home repair that I will discuss at a later date.
Meanwhile, physically my body aches and I am very disappointed in the honesty of people who promise to get back to you at the very latest this afternoon.
Since the woman who said that did not do that.
And so besides my physical ills, my emotional ills are not at their best and for that I will be saying good night now…

Sunday, January 22, 2012

When all is said and done...

What does anyone have?
The knowledge that they did whatever it took to be the best most industrious and happy decent person they could possibly be in this plateau of our lives.
Our reputation is a non-tangible and when we scar that we all know it is hard to regain that undeniable need to be respected once again.

Although, Joe Paterno, coach for Penn State, lived his life as mostly a decent person and did do what he believed to be right and true.
Whether unfamiliar with how to handle a very horrendous situation that he had not encountered ever before, and sadly learned too late that his way was insufficient for the parties involved…the man did some incredible things in what he did do for so many other young men over his decades of working at a job that he loved.

We are all saddened with this outcome of his death from lung cancer at the age of eighty-five this morning and when it occurred before anyone could know his reasoning for not doing more…but, as many of us must realize he was a man of a different generation and to him it was something that was not discussed, but more than likely did happen and not knowing what or how to handle it, many of us might believe that it could be true. He was a multifaceted man, as all are, who had much good in him.

Not unlike different generations’ usage of scandalous language of racism, but more scathing since this was a criminal physical act of harm to a young person at an adult’s mercy. Any sexual assault/rape is a power play by a coward who only wants to take away that from whomever they perpetrate that vicious act upon.
But the man, Coach Paterno, did not witness it himself, and the one that did should have intervened to stop it as he saw it; in my mind/ way of thinking, and why has no one asked that of him?
The true witness did report it but did not stop it, hmm?
Perhaps, my information is not complete, but if it is than why Sandusky was allegedly allowed to temporarily able to get away with it and to allegedly harm more young men?
Much more will be known in the future; for that I am sure.
All the information is still coming in and the previous alleged victims are coming forward.
I am like the many who receive information from the media; I say keep it coming but always check and recheck so we know the facts too correctly, you owe his family that!

On that away from my recent nightly norm, allow me to be the first to wish you all a very happy good night and ask you to kindly to count your blessings and share those overages and we will too!

And next time please be here or be square, ya hear?

PS Gabby Giffords just get well!
PSS we did not go to the Home and Garden Show, since we decided we would stay home to prepare for our number one son’s visit tomorrow to help Hubby with a major home repair job.

Saturday, January 21, 2012

Distracted and dised...

And so we went over to the Fishville site and found out that I needed to write a retraction, why you might ask if you recalled what I wrote a couple of nights ago about what event was happening there…Yep, I got it wrong again, but I have done that before they were having a craft show not a boat show, how awkward and to some disappointing, hmm?
And the day was beyond perfect, mid-seventies Fahrenheit, and sunny with very low humidity, ah PARADISE!

We went up and down the mall, first down the right and then down the left, Hubby hoofing it and me with my royal blue mobility scooter, named old blue, nah, but it sounded good…PS Hubby has feet not hooves, by the way! Figures of speech; as you brilliant people know. And of course our noble canine, Skipper, on his lead held by Hubby.
Checking out all of the goods and ideas for our own future creativeness, someone was selling things that we had already made on our own.
We caught a lovely lunch there and Skipper has become a wonderful outdoor eating mate, by behaving very respectfully with all the other patrons.
Until… dum, dee, dum, dummmmmmmmmmmm, Hubby had to use the restroom and left him with me holding onto his lead…He started to bark uncontrollably, now I do know that he loves me and if I had disappeared he would have barked for Hubby too!
Unfortunately, dear sweet lap dog Skipper has a very high pitched yelping bark that makes your ears want to bleed, and believe me this is coming from his human mom and I do love him very much! But strangers don’t have to and all but one held their opinions to themselves, even one tried to help me quiet him, but unsuccessfully and an older woman in a fierce yellow, actually, that is a lie, it was a mellow yellow blouse, held her ears and yelled at me to stop him from barking since his bark was piercing her ears. I commiserated with her and I agree and explained that he would stop as soon as my husband returned from the men’s room that he would stop…
Not good enough for this woman, she was adamant and insisted I stop him immediately; I was at my wits end and Skipper got louder as she complained and then…Hubby came out and all was quiet again!
It’s called separation anxiety.
But as he has gotten older he is fine when left at home alone, he doesn’t do anything disruptive or damaging to the house and never really did but would bark when we left and I do believe he sleeps now when we are out or stares out the big front picture window like I see him do when Hubby has left and when I used to be able to go out by myself and Hubby told me that is all he does…
Other than that he was friendly and polite to all the people and even other dogs we met today.
Crazy, and wish I knew what to do, never had any of our other dogs do this and we have always had them…any ideas, please pass them on to me.

After we left Fishville we went over to the middle of Punta Gorda for the Sullivan Street Craft Show another outdoor event where the Skipper was welcomed and not one problem ensued all was well and as usual people thought he was adorable and pet him and he loved it and his tail wagged happily!

I was the only problem, due to me, we cut the trip down the street short due to the cobble stones, which are lovely by the way, but caused my mobility scooter, without any shocks to start my cervical stenosis to create havoc on my neck, a bundle of pain and so we went back to the car and from there home.
Fortunately, I remembered to pack my cervical collar in the car and between that and some medication, Baclofen, for a spasm that also began by the time we got home… I was pretty much spasm free, but my neck pain called for some aspirin intervention.
And now I sit before this machine a wee bit better but collar free for now.

I must admit that it all did create a great distraction about my other medical issue and isn’t that why we went?

Tomorrow, we decided that perhaps we will go to the Home and Garden Show at the convention center, we haven’t missed any since moving here and them offering it and so I suppose we sort of have to go, hmm? (And Skipper will have to stay home, since they don’t allow him in there…yet!)

On that looking for smart free beneficially entertaining ways to make the time go quickly…allow me to be the first to wish you all a very happy good night and ask you kindly to count all your blessings and we will too!

And next time please be here or be square, ya hear?

Friday, January 20, 2012

Spinning wheels and not getting anywhere...

Spinning wheels is of course a figurative explanation on how I feel my day has been going. Earlier today I tried to get in place an all else fails back up plan, and I won’t say yet if it will work or not. I am unfortunately, of the few, who at times, can be superstitious.
You know that the best laid plans of mice and men and all?
Or do you?
Or do I, for that matter?
My interpretation would be that things happen and if I was at a different mindset I would say the colloquial expression that most of you all use, but it still causes me to cringe…Although, by what I just intimated I am more than sure that you all know what it was anyway that I was avoiding to say, hmm, smarty-pants you all?
I do suppose there is an entire generation of young adults out there in that outer world who have no qualms with whatever they say.
It is a little bit difficult for our older generation people to curse without thought due to being brainwashed by most of our parents who had said that vulgar language is not an appropriate way to speak and were told to never ever use it more so when we were coming up into this world.
I don’t really know if it is a good thing that most thought that use of those four-letter words was more how drunken sailors were accused of communicating, since that is where that expression originated. And sure it was an insult to all of the sailors on leave who may or may have not gotten slightly inebriated while on a break from war, that I do believe was officially called R&R, or rest and relaxation. In those days drinking to forget things was a bit more acceptable.
Like smoking, way back when I can even recall a time in the 1960’s when a co-worker of mine was told by her, ‘doctor’, to start to smoke to calm her nerves, would you believe?
And this after the surgeon general’s announcement on how bad it was for us way back in 1964 or there about, hmm, CRAZY!
Even yesterday, our neighbor from across the canal stopped by after my neuro doctor’s appointment and while talking about other things mentioned how her hubby was asked if he smoked since his doctor said that it would help with his stomach pain from his colitis!
I do not recommend anyone doing that, he had to be kidding! This neighbor’s husband also has emphysema and actually that is a very sick joke!
But you get what I am saying there are enough obscene things going on in this world without colorful repulsive language being necessary to communicate on a daily basis.
Just my personal opinion and this is not to say that when I have lost my temper that I have never ever used those four-letter much more colorful and expressive words of descriptive use on target most always… Ah! Damn! You do whatever you have to do and I will probably continue to cringe on here, but here only, thankfully… In the real world I am not as big a prude, I think, oh sh-t! No, I am not! Ha!

On that bit of light-hearted weirdness allow me to be the first to wish you all a very happy good night and to ask you to count all those blessings and to share all those overages and we will too!

And next time please be here or be square, ya hear?

Thursday, January 19, 2012

Still on hold...

Bet you thought I was talking about being on hold on the phone, but nah…This is what I am talking about…
Have you ever felt helpless?
Like a small child I could imagine might in a scary situation.
The person I was waiting to hear back from did call, and said that she wasn’t sure that she will be able to help me, but to hang in there and she will get back to me by the latest Monday afternoon…either way… (Cryptic and not funny, we are talking as serious as a heart attack here, really!)
Gosh, I don’t even know if I have a life threatening disease, cancer, all I know is what the doctor told me, “I’m sorry but you need to have a Stereotactic needle biopsy”, and then he read the radiologist report stating good and bad things, but what stuck out mostly was that “multiple small lymph nodes are seen in both axillary regions. There is better coverage of the axilla on the left than previously noted.” And this from four years of previous consecutive comparisons; and that my right side had tiny calcifications that were not there on previous scans and this was worrisome, sure I’m scared. So now I need to wait once more.

But I must move on… temporarily anyway…
This weekend here in paradise we have entertainment for free to enjoy for the whole family! There is a Home and Garden Show for free at the Charlotte County Convention Center in River City A.K.A. Punta Gorda, off of the bridge and just across the water…A boat show at Fishville A.K.A. Fisherman’s Village and The Sullivan Street Craft Festival too!
Wow, talk about free distractions, hmm?
Hopefully, with the weather supposedly going to be PERFECT, high seventies to low eighties Fahrenheit, we can hit them all up over their two days of being here, within our five mile radius of our simple lives, hooray!

Who said I am pitiful, not me!
Lemonade out of lemons is my lot in life, and I take it, the job, very seriously, or that should be happily, huh?

Not to go back too soon without any logical reasoning of outcome to my original topic, but I gotta do something, hmm?
Consideration for life’s side trips makes us all in that mode at times… and as we all know how we handle it, the hard stuff, speaks volumes of our true character, hmm?
And I was told long ago that I am definitely a character, ha!

On that thought in all your busy imaginative minds… I have been to the bottom of the pits and have moved way up to the top and fallen back once again… and so history does repeat itself, how oddly true.

Well, maybe now I have given all of you much to think about, allow me to be the first to wish you all a very happy good night and ask you to kindly count all your blessings and share all your overages and we will too!

And next time please be here or be square, ya hear?

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

So much happening, but all they say has me waiting!

Yes, my advocate with the organization seems to feel that I will be hearing shortly when they will be scheduling my needle biopsy, but that was this morning when she called and said that she faxed them my information.
I gave all of them my home phone number, but so far, at six P.M., tonight, no news…They say that no news is good, right? But I really don’t think under these circumstances though…
Perhaps, it’s my once again lack of sleep, but I am overly anxious about all this.
I awoke again due to pain in my head and neck and took my fanciful cautious three aspirin of only 81 MG each. You see, aspirin and my stomach do not agree, and so with all my other medications in those wee morning hours of three-ish in the A.M. I took that meager dose. But this time it did not work as the other nights it had and so I remained up since then.

Being not insured is no fun, ya know? Although, everyone has been trying to help me to get insurance for my future reference and yes, there are some online for pre-existing government programs but with very high monthly premiums and ridiculous deductibles in the thousands. And so, why would I get that? If I could afford that I would pay for the tests I need, hmm?
It does always seem like there is a, ‘Catch 22’ for people on the fringes or as I would rather like to think of, not really, ‘falling through the cracks’, which in my interpretation means not poor enough but not having enough to take care of what has to be taken care of, got that?
I wish people out there would stop sending me jobs they think I would like or continuing education programs, been there done that.
I am half blind, barely can walk and no longer drive and nearly sixty-two, if I am lucky I will be…GOT IT?
I suppose all those mean-well people, just mean well.
Pay me to do this and I would be a very happy half-blind, mobility challenged gal!
For an hour a night I am in my glory.

It is true if you find something you love that you should do it, but also try to get reimbursed for that too, ha!
Gotta live, I am a kept woman whoa, yep, by my Hubby’s pension and social security.
It took me a long time to get over that, since I worked on and off for thirty-two years while raising our two sons and even after that and during as a volunteer.
And now I am a BIG BUM!
Not proud of that.
But you are what you are.

For a while there I was compensating my self respect by trying to be an advocate online with the organizations that I desired to help, which was any that asked me, I am a sap or maybe just kind hearted?

But with my eyesight compromised it’s hard; on this I can at least adjust the print size to my not so tough to see size.

Enough about me, how about you; what is your life now from day to day?
I sure would love to hear back with your war stories or too happy days, sorry that was uncalled for, but you know me…I suffer from that nasty GREEN-EYED MONSTER when my acquaintances have perfect lives and health and no complaints…JEALOUS, BIG TIME!

If you noticed tonight I did not pirate any information that I gleaned from my prime plagiarizing sites, nah I always use quotes and credit them with what I steal, wait I mean borrow, and even give direct access to their sites as well! The awareness stopping us from access today, will be over tomorrow so I have been told… I suppose the only way to find out is to Google or Wikipedia information then, hmm? Meanwhile, Yahoo is allowing info access and if you copy and paste this, below, you will be more in the know, ho, ho! http://news.yahoo.com/sopa-vs-pipa-anti-piracy-bills-uproar-explained-013507326.html

On that more than you wanted to know dissertation of TMI, allow me to be the first to wish you all a very happy good night and ask you to kindly count all your blessings and share those overages and we will too!

And next time please be here or be square, ya hear?

Tuesday, January 17, 2012

Where is the land of 'spasm'?

I do know that having spasms is not pleasant since I live there. Oh where is that, you so boldly ask? Nah you didn’t but if you did I would say in SPASM WORLD, my dear friend!
Or perhaps the terminology is they live within me?
And I mostly do live on the land, and so I suppose I really do know where the land of spasm is, got that?

Is this gibberish to you?
Perhaps, I should define what a spasm is, hmm?
Thesaurus gives, of course, other words that mean the same thing, shudder, tremor, contraction, and seizure, any of these ringing a bell of recognition with you? But wait there is more…ripple, paroxysm, and a twinge, I suppose it is considered a petite one, hmm?

Who amongst us cannot relate to that occasional leg cramp or stitch in one’s side, hmm?
But the ones that come along as part of a neurological illness are more sincere and consistent and strike when you least expect them to and is usually a daily multiple event and some times in very odd locations… I know, I know I am making them sound oh so exotic and now you are clamoring for the want and desire of them too, hmm?
Feel left out? Of this somewhat unique to me and my buds who suffer from one of the many symptoms of our not so delightful experiences and chronic ailments, huh?
Oh there is medication for this fun thingy that also can wake you out of a deep sleep, that is if you finally fell off to that place, some call dreamland, hmm?
Baclofen is my drug of my doctors’ choices and I am dosed with it throughout the day, next step is a pump or surgical gadget implanted into you! Hopefully, I am not there yet.

Sure there are many other ‘anti-spasmodic’ drugs out there for any whom so desire to experiment while under a physicians care…but they are all basically the same.

Gyrations, kicking out, feeling pulled to one side while trying hard not to be, are some of the dance/body moves/trends that are not socially acceptable within most public places.
No music is playing either usually when these crazy wild happenings occur.
I suspect many have music playing most of the day and can pretend that they are just choreographing a neuvo latest concept for the masses to catch on to and virulently pass on? Gosh, wouldn’t that be something dazzling and trendy too, hmm? HA!
You have your ideas and I will have mine…

It’s not like those of us have a choice about our dance trends that most of us you will find doing sitting or lying down, performing these fabulous acts…
Now, Tobi you’re sounding sexy!
‘Fabulous Acts’, next Tobi legs going out from under you will become as exciting as the Limbo! You know the dance that people, yell or sing, “How low can you go?”

Nah, some don’t get my weird sense of humor, hmm?
It might appear forced to some who also have many of the described symptoms, which to most are never ever funny and can even be quite painful…
Do you all remember the expression, “I laughed till I cried”, no?
You know I never did either, but if I recall I may have gotten it slightly wrong, which I do, do frequently these days… It could have been, “I laughed so hard that I cried?”, no either?
Well, this is just downright ridiculous, once I think that I got it right someone tells me it’s wrong, huh?
What’s with that?
Any-who, that’s what I am trying to do but in reverse, got it?

You see I have not gotten my biopsy scheduling resolved yet. I did have a nibble, shame on you I said ‘nibble’! Yes, a government agency along with a non-profit will let me know within the week…got to find some new distractions while waiting, any suggestions?

On that, leaving you all hanging with me too, allow me to be the first to wish you all a very happy good night and ask you to kindly count all your blessings and share all your overages and we will too!

And next time please be here or be square, ya hear?

Monday, January 16, 2012

King! (Revisited)

Last year I wrote this paying homage to Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., a king amongst men and women...
And I thought perhaps you would all like to read it again or for your first time...

Monday, January 17, 2011
King!
In a world where our surnames are determined by our heritage or in the case of us old fashioned women by our spouse’s family names; Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. is a man whose family had no idea that he would grow into his with such a worldwide dynamic of what the name stood for and that he would become a ‘King’ among men in the sense of his leadership, and bring to our family of men and women a legacy that any of us folks could be proud of from whence we came.
And so today we honor that man of our history who brought about a unification of all races to know that we as a unit of beings will be better at working and accepting one another and freedom should ring true for all.
A blessed person loved by all except for the one lunatic who cut him down way too soon in his prime of life.
Thankfully our children and grandchildren have been taught to continue Martin Luther King Jr.’s bequest of liberty for everyone no matter what the color of their skin.
I do believe that we have made quite a bit of progress on this forefront but have a ways to go, you see, we still hate too much here in this country and until that stops completely his words will not be fulfilled!
And so I beg of all Americans and all people of the world to listen closely to what this man’s words were, you can copy and paste this site: http://www.mlkonline.net/quotes.html for he knew what we all should do and felt we had the capacity to accomplish it all…and now more than ever we need to try harder!
Thank you Mr. King we all have much to thank you for!
His actual birthday was Saturday the fifteenth when he would have been eighty two years old.

I hope that you enjoyed that as much as I did writing it last year around this time. As you can see, it appears that next year we may actually be celebrating his birthday on his birthday!(Oops, I just checked and no, his birthday will actually be celebrated on the 14th a day before and so we will be skipping his
actual birth date due to Leap Year!)

On that note of understanding about what a true hero was allow me to be the first to wish you all a very happy good night and ask you kindly to count all your blessings and to share those overages and we will too!

And next time please be here or be square, ya hear?

And I do believe we all should have a dream!

Sunday, January 15, 2012

Trying hard to figure out why some feel the need to volunteer when their hearts really aren't into it...

Today was another one of those quiet days which with all my thoughts and overtiredness causing me to want to talk to someone knowledgeable and perhaps helpful with intelligent feedback.
Unfortunately, the call I placed for just that sort of thing to a well renowned organization for supposedly that purpose with 24/7 availability did not provide what I needed…
You see, in my desperate attempt to micromanage my healthcare so that Hubby never feels that we would jeopardize our home and lives; I have become my own advocate and negotiator for all things, i.e. treatments and finances to keep them within a doable price range that we can handle without losing our essentials.
I need peace of mind for less stress and it’s the least I can do for him, and I don’t want to ever be classified as a burden. Not that he would ever call me that, at times I naturally feel that way though.
He is insured and I am not and that is as simple as I can explain it. But he too needs medical care for a specific non insured issue that he refuses to allow me to discuss here, but with that said, my expenses have denied him that to be paid for due to my exhausting popping up and continuing medical costs out of pocket, although manageable from month to month, and I feel very bad a bout that. Sadly, when we get close to paying off one thing, something else comes up needing to be taken care of and so it does never really end. And his need gets pushed back time and time again.
It’s true that this whole business of trying hard not to cause us to become homeless due to my never ending ills is quite time consuming and does keep me busy sporadically!

While most retirees our ages are looking for their next vacation destination, we have to not leave far from our home, since we are obligated to pay my way with medical bills!
I suppose I am a burden, and sometimes I wonder why I bother with any of this.
Oh, I do want to live as long as I can, but some days I do wonder if this is living.

Back to that so-called supportive phone call, the woman to whom I spoke was supposedly an ear for people with concerns of health issues and financial difficulties trying hard to find agencies for help with those bills. She did not seem to be listening and yes’d me to death, yep literarily! I said something that I only half believe that being uninsured makes most think I am poor, which we are not, while not rich but we do manage ok and I said that poor people without insurance I guess just all die from illness and she agreed.
But my caveat to that statement in recent years that I too have been in this position is that sometimes even the Ted Kennedys in this world with all the best of everything available in healthcare, still, sadly die.
Now that is not a consolation to anyone, since I did like the man in spite of and looking past Chappaquiddick nightmare for all, he did many good things after that and for most of us who had no recourse in the health game.
And sorrowfully his gauntlet was not retrieved to continue what he really started and wanted for all Americans.
But this woman, my call again, was either bored or not really there for me or exhausted, and she did admit that she was not a volunteer after all but an actual paid staff member, which meant to me that someone was not getting their monies worth from this gal!
Harsh, no I needed an ear to hear me with expertise on how to handle my unique to me situation, and she flunked royally! I politely hung up.
Complaining and waiting seem to be my mode once again, and am truly sorry if no one out there enjoys to listen to this, but until I resolve this or die trying…I will be here with my own personal follow-ups, okay, or not…

Any-who, allow me to wish you all a very good night and to kindly ask you to count all your blessings and share those overages and we will too!

And next time please be here or be square, ya hear?

PS I fear for my sight too lefty has been misbehaving devilishly with his own lacey dances and floating ghosties, not the kind of entertainment that righty patched eye needs right now… You see, righty depends on lefty to see for both of them, ha!

Saturday, January 14, 2012

Feelings...can we talk about feelings?

Everyone has them, that’s a given.
I suppose they could even be considered one of the many things that separate us from the lesser primates, hmm?
Although, I am more than sure some anthropologist or zoologist would beg to differ with me, hmm?
But let’s get real; many things in our daily lives have effects on how we perceive them and come back to us with our emotional attitude on what specifically that is, got that?

As we grow daily and this time I am not talking about our outer shells that the world sees and makes immediate judgment on, but our inner sanctums, our inner strengths or weaknesses in handling life’s occasional injustices, our personalities or perhaps our preconceived personality flaws…but for lack of a better verbal description, ‘our feelings’ and therefore our reactions to infiltrating adjustments in our outer world exposure and how we react to that portion of our daily co-existing.

Some of us are fairly cavalier with most things, allowing for the proverbial duck like exterior of everything slide off of our backs, not unlike water on those feathers of that water fowl.
Sadly most are not so cold or callous, but you just yelled that’s not it!
There are people who have the power to departmentalize or prioritize in the game of reactions to what should or could be important in life, hmm?
Scary folks, in my book with way too much self control, ha!

With that said, I have always been the type of person that looks at difficulties or any problems with the attitude that knowledge is power, not unlike Sir Francis Bacon who that quote is from.
Now this has taken me far but has also, at times, created havoc with those emotions of mine that should be held in check while in public, hmm?
I say what fun would that be; if we all controlled them all of the time, hmm?
Perhaps that is why I do not go out into public so much these days, ha!
Talk about roller coaster rides for us human beings with real problems in life, and that I am sure includes all of us, hmm?
Some not as severe and some days better than others but, yep, we all have them, right?
It’s not like I am wishing this on any of you, but I am just stating facts.
The obvious, how naughty of me to remind all of you who have found that denial works best for you, hmm?
SORRY!

The most practical way to handle problems when you have exhausted all your usual paths is to emotionally move past that and either fix the thought process or use denial or meet the devil head on…true?
Metaphorically dancing around sometimes helps with changing your perception of how to feel at any given time; in other words seeing all the angles and dissecting it and utilizing another way to try to handle it.
Maybe, just taking a deep breath and counting to ten or singing in your head happy birthday, since if you sing it out loud, out of there I do believe you have to pay the residuals, ha?

Gosh, if we lack self control we are no better than the lower forms of mammals we are intelligent human creatures who should show others how to be appropriate in all different circumstances, correct?
Set an example for other people of the species, which we are seven billion strong!
Sing, don’t shout, laugh don’t cry, smile don’t frown and be the best bi-pedal in the universe with a strong following of six billion ninety-ninety-ninety-ninety etc, etc, etc. you get the idea! BE STRONG and be happy, but I wrote a ‘BE’ blog months ago, SORRY! And in that I told you all just to be you! As if you didn’t know that, I have some nerve, hmm? NEVERMIND, disregard the entire night’s blog, or not?

On that note of she said what, again, allow me to be the first to wish you all a very happy good night and ask you to kindly to count all your blessings and to share all those overages and we will too!

And next time please be here or be square, ya hear?

PS we all have problems and venting like I do here nightly is my way of handling them a wee bit better, hope you find a way for yours too! And thanks again for reading…it means so much to know you are here.

Friday, January 13, 2012

Sleep deprivation is not good or appealing to anyone...

How do you sleep?
I know, none of my business, but I don’t mean it like it sounds… It’s not as if I would care if you sleep in the buff or altogether or whatever the new savvy name is called or even with whom…Sillies, I mean how well, you know through the night or staccato, getting up and down ‘all night long’, hmm, nice tune, yep! Or are you one of those rarities in the world where you drop like a rock and sleep like a log? Or even as they say like a baby, where you roll all over the bed like you’re the only one there and the heck with the spouse, dog or cat or other pet/child critter. Or when in your childhood perhaps one of your siblings sneaking in due to stormy noises fear or just being cold, to steal a blanket or two! You, lucky stiff!
And I mean that in only the nicest of ways, but really you can rack that up to pure jealousy on my part.
Of course I am not proud of that.
But when you hit the metaphorical sack at a decent hour for any adult; that which I think of as being between ten and midnight, you should have the ability to sleep through the night, hmm?
Not me, nope, never happen, not in my near or distant future, darn!
I start out with the best of intentions, proper temperature in the room and nightwear according to that too, and snuggle with the pillows being just right blanket comforter or what-have-you, since Hubby is still up hours after I retire, so pillows are good!
Any-who, my mind doesn’t shut down and you would think with my capability of expelling much unnecessary unworthy unwelcomed uninformative spillage here night after night as a wonderfully familiar waste depository!
KIDDING! Boy, you’re easy!

And so I awoke around half past David Letterman and well before the start of Craig Ferguson; for non-late night TV watchers between twelve thirty and one A.M.
And you know, as we all do, DO NOT TURN THE TV OR COMPUTER BACK ON ONCE IN BED OR PACING OUT OF IT!
But, darn it Mom or Dad or whomever might have been the one to scold you for such things if they were around when you were a kid, but in my age bracket, nope to us they were just science fiction!
Now, as a so-called grownup, with legitimate pain and sleep issues they are middle of the night, extreme early morning, technological companions, hmm?
Brain worries, some may agree rightfully so and pain from my neck, cervical stenosis, and no I do not wear my natty pirate’s patch to sleep over my vitreous hemorrhage or my soft cervical collar nattily on my neck either, both too cumbersome and the collar, I think, could be dangerous, but who knows…
And so, by this hour hubby is asleep in bed, and I am the night kitten slinking about the house. With my health protective dressings, patch and collar, I escape to a room far, far, away from noise detection and warm up this techno marvel, computer, and the boob tube, TV.
With what I am going through right now I will have to think of a better euphemism for the TV, ha!
True I thought of my plan of attack since the TV did not prove to be the distraction that it should or could have become in the wee hours of the night.
Today was a futile talk-a-thon and not getting anywhere that I wanted to be, with an appointment for my biopsy! This weekend here in our state again is a holiday weekend with many offices closed Monday as they so rightfully should be for Reverend Martin Luther King’s birthday.
And so I am in a hold mode, but I did make enough calls to get the word out and become…annoying to some but not to all… a few were so sympathetic we cried together over my dilemma, complete strangers mind you, who also said that to call them back even if just to talk...WOW! What a wonderful world, hmm.

On that upbeat note, sort of, allow me to be the first to wish you all a very happy good night and to kindly ask you to count all your blessings and share all those overages and we will too!

And next time please be here or be square, ya hear?

Thursday, January 12, 2012

Sorry for being soooo late tonight, but I really do have a very good excuse, really!

Let’s go back about a week ago, actually six days…you don’t remember?
That’s alright since I do.
Even further back in the beginning of December while everyone else was shopping until they dropped I was trying to get approved to have my simple yearly mammogram, and when all was said and done the gal who held my approval in her hands went away on her vacation and told me that, I would be okay until after the first of the year.
And so I waited like so many of us do in similar situations and went to the phone with my approval in my hand to make my appointment and sure enough I took the first one available for last Friday January 6th.
The technician said that the doctor would have my results by Monday but due to our HIPPA laws here, for privacy they cannot give you negative results over the phone.
And so today I received that letter that states basically please make an appointment to come into our office as soon as possible we have to discuss the results of the test that you had on January 6th with you.
From experience I knew right away that this was NOT going to be good news, due to their policy and all, and so I called and made the appointment and they fit me in at five P.M. this evening, hmm also not a good sign…
And yep, it wasn’t and boy, this seems to happen to me every ten years, as I stated before, 1992, 2002 and now again 2012!
Lymph nodes though this time on each side and my right breast faint calcification densities, which are somewhat worrisome, and so it is recommended that they do Stereotactic guided needle biopsy, been there done that.
Is this a radiologist with a heart, ‘somewhat worrisome’ Gosh how nice of he/she to be concerned, hmm?

Any-who, I may not qualify for the program to have it done and as we all know I don’t have any insurance due to being PRE-EXISTING,! And that I am currently paying off other medical bills monthly!
The doctor was kind enough to give me the phone number of the supervisor nurse in charge of such things… only thing is she is the same one who gave me a hard time when I was trying back in October to get a hold of the doctor for my chronic sinus issues and she gave me a hard time and she never called me back!
Guess I am up a creek without that proverbial paddle, hmm?
Gosh, MS, cervical stenosis acting up, vitreous hemorrhage and now possible cancer?
All in less than a month, what fun, huh?
Actually most of the above has been ongoing but not being so miserable all at the same time!
HELP!
Will a complete melt down be far behind?
Nah, all those other (3) lumpectomies were benign, and that’s what this will be if I can get it…benign, benign, benign… MY new mantra!

On that loony as she ought to be, allow me to be the first to wish you all a very happy good night and ask you all to kindly count your blessings and share those overages and we will too!

And next time please be here or be square, ya hear!

PS I do know it could all be worse, bud dump bum, and it was…darn me… I feel that glass half empty coming into my view again… and that shoe in slow motion trying to drop again, PLEASE DON’T LET IT FOLKS!

Wednesday, January 11, 2012

Needing to tell off people, nicely... and getting in the last word...too!

Mitt Romney won the primary in New Hampshire easily last night.
Now he just needs 1130 out of the 2,286, more delegates to win the Republican candidate nomination; and South Carolina is next. From there it goes back and forth from primary to caucuses and to me it gets confusing… in the final what happens on November 6. 2012 is what counts.
His days I am more than sure are tremendously busy as all the competition field of hopefuls.

I, on the other hand, have tame days with my own unique ways of creating excitement.
Last week we nearly caved into giving up on our free TV ala antenna and converter boxes and Hubby called our local cable company.
Who by the way out sources their customer service to the Philippines, hmm?
They told my dear Hubby that they weren’t sure that we were in an area where cable was able to be, what? But don’t worry, they would get back to us within twenty-four to forty-eight hours…that was last Thursday, January fifth at approximately one fifteen in the afternoon, aren’t cell phones amazing?

Any-who, the only reason we had given up we were again having that anomaly of no programs working and constant pixeling or no signals. And after hours of this problem all day long the next day when it appeared not to resolve itself, we made that giant leap into what we thought was the only answer, caving in…
As I said before, Hubby made the initial call and was baffled by the young woman’s response, why you so boldly ask. Well, I will tell you, although we do not live in city limits, we are not out in the country by any means. And the trucks from this particular company have many customers in our neighborhood, and that should have been the give-a-way! But they were insistent, must have been since Hubby said we have not had cable in quite sometime and not in this home, yep we went cold turkey way back in 1995.

Now that you know the background a little you might understand why I was annoyed and Hubby not so much. Since he felt it wasn’t necessary to call them back since our problem once again somehow someway fixed itself, and Hubby also replaced a part with our old one that he saved since after Hurricane Charley removed that one from the roof! (And pretty much most of the roof too back in 2004!)

But I was pissed, oops did I say that? (Cringe factor, once again, Geez you would have thought by now that I had gotten over that, hmm?)
And so I called all three of the phone numbers Hubby gleaned from his determination last week. One of them was a no-answer at all, the other was a perpetual busy, busy and the third supposedly was directly to customer’s service, but ended up being a direct line to their customer’s repair service, but too late, unfortunately, for my anger took over with a ranting out my displeasure to an unsuspecting totally innocent service person! After I apologized…
And so it was a very long process, but I didn’t win an award for perseverance in business for nothing way back when (1968, embarrassing how long ago that was…OOPS)!
When I finally got through, a pleasant sweet young woman said all the right things and I asked to speak with her supervisor after she looked up our original request and realized that someone in their office did drop the ball… the phone call, which was way in the PHILLIPINES! (Actually, amazing, but bittersweet)
The supervisor also was good at her job, nice to hear women in those roles even in a distant country; anyway, she commiserated and felt that the person if tracked down would be reprimanded. I told her that it is a bad representation for their company, my word of mouth statement again about it going both ways with good and bad.
She wanted us now to be a customer of course and I told her we might in the future but right now their company has left a bad taste in our mouths. Especially, the quoted initial price which was over fifteen bucks higher than their own commercial!

Gosh, can anyone you know go on and on like me about something which was a blip in time? And so even though I was going to tell you about another incident that fired me up today to handle… allow me to be the first to wish you all a very happy good night and to ask you to kindly to count all those blessings and we will too!

And next time please be here or be square, ya hear?

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

Server, we have a problem!

Have you ever had to go in through the backdoor to your own home page or a site that you use regularly?
Well, Yahoo is misbehaving and wouldn’t let us on our home page, and therefore no access to ‘My Blog’ here from my quick click spot on the welcome page and so I had to go via my Facebook page and click on my own last night’s offering and from there to sign in here, I know, CRAZY and a bit dizzying and we all know that I am way too dizzy already!
Oh, the funny thing is, although it still says sign in, in the corner it did allow us access to our mail, how odd?
We shut down a couple of times too, thinking the restart might change it, but no dice.
And yes, we did try signing in, of course first, but it no longer has our correct passwords; tampering, hacking or something even more devious or insidious, scary and wicked; who knows probably thought that they would have some fun with us? But I fooled them; I’m not laughing and neither is Hubby!
Sadly, or maybe not so sadly, we have no secrets that will be exposed with this hack-job of whoever felt the need to do it.

The other thing is the friends thingy on Facebook…As I have said before I am rather a free spirit and when the left side of my page shows me people who know people that I may know and asks me if I want to be friends with those people I have been clicking on them…why not, I say. Well, apparently, you shouldn’t do that?
Why, you so boldly ask?
I know you didn’t, but if you had you would be told that you are asking people you don’t know to be your friends, huh?
Okay, then how do you get to know them, confused, as usual?
And I did not put them there for me to access, Facebook did, or someone I thought I knew, I think or I have absolutely no idea how they get there, do you; perhaps, the ‘FRIEND FAIRY’?
Now, I cannot try for any new friends for seven whole days, since it now says that I am blocked, gosh, I feel like a criminal! Oh poo!

Not really… but frustrating, annoying and even a bit stressful.
And I ask you, who needs more of any of that, hmm?

Do you want to know the one good thing about all this?
Sure you do, if not too bad, I am going to tell you anyway, so there!
It is the fact that I can share it with all of you, who may have had a similar experience and could possibly relate, wow, what a concept, RELATE-ABILITY! HA!

And on that note of sharing due to caring and needing to, allow me to be the first to wish you all a very happy good night and kindly ask you to count your blessings and to share those overages and we will too!

And next time please be here or be square, ya hear?

Monday, January 9, 2012

Small things mean so much...

Yes, they sure can.
Here are some examples: saying thank you and meaning it or you are welcome when you mean that too; making something memorable that means something to someone…

Next month Hubby and I will be celebrating our forty-first wedding anniversary hopefully.
And when we married we received incredible gifts and money and you name it, since we had quite a lovely wedding with two hundred guests.
Oddly enough, many gifts over the years have been given away to our sons or stored and now if I look around there are just two that I see within feet from my view.
One is the marble lazy-Susan that my cousin Audrey and her husband Mort gave to us; there is also a cheese knife with a marble handle that is in my utility draw, a lovely useful gift that has been used time and time again over the years. The lazy-Susan has my own crystalline bowl with seashells that we collected in better days in it and a cork replica of drift wood with seagulls on it, very beachy; and appropriate for our décor in the rest of our home and us living on the water here in Florida.
The other gift, which I did not fully appreciate when we received it weeks after our honeymoon it had arrived, a gift from my paternal Uncle Morris's widow, my Aunt Rose; it is a decoupage of our wedding invitation, at first it was not what I would have expected from my father’s brother, a lawyer from his wife.But to my surprise and happiness it has been a fixture in every home that we have resided in and a documentation of our very special happy day!
And has become a talisman to Hubby and I and our ongoing relationship; which has of course not unlike many couples has had its ups and downs.

And so with that said, I took it upon myself when unable to travel to the event of a wedding for a family member or a friend, traditionally I will send them some type of candle sticks (for romance) and a decoupage of their wedding invitation and a check depending on our financial situation or how well we know them. Sometimes we send just the gifts.
And most love our choices and thank us profusely, which makes us feel good.
You see, we do the decoupages ourselves, a fun craft I taught myself years ago.
Never using the original invitation but making copies to tea stain for aging and also we burn the edges of and fit it to a plaque or piece of wood we find or purchase. Modge-podge is not that different from wood glue or white glue to affix the invitation to the wood and also will be a fine varnish and rarely if ever smells. But using potpourri glued on too adds to the personalization and aroma or you can go au naturalle too! Either way, if not attending the affair or even if you do go you have a fine keepsake for the lovely couple.

And while watching a TV show I found another simple remembrance quality gift to make… you know all those photos people send with their holiday cards of the family or just their new addition?
Well, that too can be made simply into an ornament for their tree; by copying and using thin balsa type wood, cut into a circle, to affix the picture and punching a small hole at the top and tying a ribbon on, but first decoupage of course then add the ribbon or colorful elastic like we did to our first one that we did… A beautiful baby of our friend’s and her first Christmas commemorated in our return card to them containing the ornament! They said that they loved it!
What more can a gift giver want or need but to know they chose wisely, hmm?

My late next year’s gift to you all for some ideas are to be shared, right?
Now allow me to be the first to wish you all a very happy good night and to ask you to kindly count all your blessings and share all your overages and we will too!

And next time please be here or be square, ya hear?

Sunday, January 8, 2012

Many may think that some things that happen in our lives make them more exciting...

But we know the truth, hmm?
Now the fact that I am still wearing my pirate’s patch on my right eye might sound romantic to some…
Oh, all right, in reality it is a BIG NOPE and I look like a DOPE!
It isn’t lovely or an envious way to be, or very attractive either.
You see, it is basic black, which more than goes with most everything and it is winter in paradise and we here too do wear the essentials to be fashionable.

Although I have to admit there is still a bit of a chill in the air…it is in the seventies Fahrenheit, seventy-one right now to be exact at six-ish in the P.M., for my Celsius foreign friends you can do the conversion.
The problem is the fit; like many of these types of things, I do believe that they, the manufacturers think that one size fits all!

Now, I ask you all if you wear different hat sizes? This thing has a basic black elastic to keep it affixed to my noggin; how can that be?
Mainly, I do have a small cranium (No jokes about a small head and small brain please!); it only appears larger when I have longer hair and might pile it on top; which has not been in recent years…

And even though the elastic makes it of course adjustable, but still it does slide over the remaining eye, the left, of course the one that is left would be the left one, ha, and occasionally blurs that sight as well…NO FUN! And hardly romantic or very pretty!
When this happens it is sneaky and I don’t realize it, actually, Hubby has had to tell me when this has occurred. Sixteen more days to go until I see, hopefully see, the eye doc once again and get my clean bill of health or need some other procedure. Let me pray that I don’t!

The fact that I do not look jaunty on my best of days, or if the rest of the Blackbeards or other Pirates of the Caribbean are awaiting my arrival to aid them in their past-time of kidnapping and plundering, or whatever they do these days… Oh, that’s right, steal other people’s vessels and kill people! Just Horrible!
And as I understand it is considered a lonely life to be one of them… and very few, if any are women of any age; least of all, what mine would be considered, an advanced age of over the hill.

Any-who, we are a tough lot us used to be New Jerseyians and although I am not proud of my odd addition to my current more than not too pretty appearance I will still leave the compound to go out into the world for whatever may lie in wait for me, huh?

I meant whatever there may be something to attract my interest in that outer world, for me and Hubby and our brave canine, Skipper to investigate periodically we shall leave our comfy domicile and venture out! I hear tell there is a sailboat race this week over by River City, Argh, perhaps we shall find ourselves a vessel or two to meet our fancies!

On that strange ending of the weird child of normal parentage, allow me to be the first to wish you all a very happy good night and ask you to kindly count all your blessings and share those overages and we will too!

And next time please be here or be square, ya hear?

Saturday, January 7, 2012

Ah life!

You all know it’s whatever you make of it, right?
When we are young things don’t happen fast enough and as we get older and wiser we learn patience, ha!
Then when we get much older things appear at times to take way too long, and our patience becomes shot to heck!
What’s with that?
Most of you would love to have this human nature thing figured out, but nope; we will be guessing until the day we die!
Just like the differences between the sexes, hmm?
Confusing and rather better that way, don’t most of us think? For the mystery of life wouldn’t be as sweet…

Being a mother of sons I used to think at different points in their growth that I could relate to my own experiences growing up, and then, they became men…Argh… and then it all went to hell in a hand basket, ha! Not a clue in what makes them tick.
But the best thing about that is that most men don’t understand that about us women either! Is this that, ‘tit for tat’, thingy?

Any-who, being a free spirit these days when not harping on medical issues, which I do try hard NOT TO DO; I find myself with plenty of time on my hands to really think, or so I think so…ha!
To be right and true to all of us, it’s not easy being us, and we need to be, since we cannot be anyone else, got that?
Why, you ask; oh so quietly that I can barely hear you…Yes, I do know that you didn’t ask, but if you did, here’s what I would say, okay?

IT’S AGAINST THE LAW WORLDWIDE AND IT’S CALLED IDENTITY THEFT!
But all you decent folks knew that, of course!
And for those not so decent, I have one word for you….ARREST!

Giving lots of thought to tonight’s topic was, well, if to be honest I would say of very little thought, since I would be lying if I said I thought and thought and threw it over to Hubby to see if he liked the way it flew, but nah, that’s not true.., whoa, rhyming again!
Weird how that just happens, huh? LOL!

Moving on to what… as you know I did not fully think it out what to discuss, but every night, if truth be told that is the case…
Interestingly, I am again listening to the TV in the background while writing tonight, although this is a common occurrence and or practice with me… and I said to Hubby that I heard a woman doing the color commentary on the sporting event he was watching and he said, that it was a women’s college basketball game! I said but still that is a rarity, but shouldn’t be. Now, I am a little annoyed that he felt since it was women playing that was the reasoning…well! Kidding, but to me it did sound a bit chauvinistic and in this day and age…some things never change, but in my opinion should!

On that being a straight talker with a bold opinion; allow me to be the first to wish you all a very happy good night and ask you to kindly count all your blessings and share all your overages and we will too!

And next time please be here or be square, ya hear?

Friday, January 6, 2012

Confessions are good for the soul?

Yesterday, I was a bad girl.
I already broke one of my New Year’s resolutions.
Which one; you so boldly ask?
The one where I promise not to research ills that have not been diagnosed by a medical professional, of course!
In reality though it was not all my fault!
While sitting here at this techno marvel that we all idolize, well not idolize but seem to have an umbilical cord attached to, minding my own business, yesterday morning, the news was reporting about how Macular Degeneration. Oh wait, this is what I heard on the TV directly behind me, verbatim, “New Study Links Daily Aspirin Use to Increased Risk of Age-Related Macular Degeneration” And that the results are: here’s the concise info.: “Research Results Published in January's Ophthalmology, the Journal of the American Academy of Ophthalmology” and the site where I acquired a more in-depth informative narrative is: http://finance.yahoo.com/news/study-links-daily-aspirin-increased-163000759.html
And so, with the TV bombarding me and my well intentioned Googling bringing the exact story up, what is one gal to do, really?
Fascinating was my instant reaction, and then concern, with me taking aspirin for the last five, plus years and now having all these eye problems, it makes one wonder, ya know?
Gosh, I know I am weak, but doesn’t everyone know that already?
Nothing new here, hmm?
In a situation like this, what would you do?
I had been to my eye doc just the day before and so…I called the office!
Asked to speak to my surgeon retina specialist who bestowed my vitreous hemorrhage diagnosis on my righty eye. And I asked the phone tender my question and she assured me someone would get back to me, this was eight A.M. when the office opened.
By ten I was getting antsy and I didn’t want to miss the call but I wanted to take a shower, and so I called back. And a tech (eye) was put on the phone and told me that the doctor said if I wanted to I could get a second opinion on my diagnosis…OH NO this is not the way I wanted it to go… and after I did try to do that but the new doc wanted four hundred bucks just for a look see, since I am uninsured… But I realized they misunderstood why I called. All I really wanted to know was if the aspirin caused my hemorrhage, not that the doctor did anything wrong and I thought this diagnosis was correct, but to be honest what do I know? It sounded good to me that he said to wear just a patch and wait three weeks to be checked and that it should heal itself. I really like that way of handling it…no problem here. It must have been what Hubby said I had said… In my concern for my aspirin ingestion and also additional amounts of the afore mentioned drug due to the headaches my eye was causing I thought my eyes could be on an additional road to Macular Degeneration and that I felt that my doctor was so busy doing his job that perhaps he missed this month’s article in the American Academy of Ophthalmology! After all, he is a graduate of Johns Hopkins; one of the most respected medical schools in our country! OOPS, well, we all know me, but I didn’t mean it like it sounds, oh all right I guess I did.
Today I called and apologized, and apparently, no harm, no foul. The receptionist said I am still scheduled for my next visit and in the notes on my chart nothing mean was written or nasty or angry, she didn’t say that, but she did state what it said!
That I asked about the aspirin and that the doctor felt it did not cause my problem, whew!
Now you all remember that I have told all of you over and over again that I suffer from what I euphemistically call, Foot in Mouth Disease, here’s a perfect example of that!
To be honest though with all my readers I still feel if you know anyone with eye problems it is a very interesting article and that if you have more questions you should definitely ask a respected medico.
Now that I have confessed once again, as you know I will probably be up to no good eventually. I never seem to learn my lesson, especially when it comes to my curiosity about things better left, well alone.
Allow me to be the first to wish you all a very happy good night and ask you to kindly count all your blessings and to share all those overages and we will too!

And next time please be here or be square, ya hear?

Thursday, January 5, 2012

A video diary, hmm?

Now, months ago I promised I would leave this kid alone, Casey Anthony, hoping that her and what happened would go into oblivion, wherever that is and not be any part of the media’s or my vocabulary/coverage ever again…but…
There she is AGAIN with her new hair-do, a short cropped blonde one, and a monotone report of her, heaven knows what???? Shouldn’t someone tell this gal if you change your appearance so as not to be noticed, recognized to not do a video diary using your REAL NAME!
Unfortunately, I hate to be sooo mean but… where was she the day that smarts and emotions were given out in the nursery? Out partying, I bet! I know, not so funny. But someone should have mentioned to her that liquor does kill… brain cells!

She seems to get more press than the PRESIDENT OR THE POPE even and her exposé of her feelings, and I use that term loosely, with her revealing nothing of relevance or even any interest, and yet…
The networks and local newsies feel worthwhile to promote, and wait, there is more… she will speak to us all again, why, this is a series diary!
File this under; you have got to be KIDDING!

I suppose until the New Hampshire primary heats up a bit more; today was a slow news day; a small distraction, hmm?

You got to hand it to the folks that insist that they always try to do hard news and not the fluff pieces, hmm?
Hers I wouldn’t classify as either though.

Oh gosh, who am I talking about?
That person who should be forgotten and not be discussed, another example of human nature, like watching a car wreck; but even then most of us would stop and run over to help…sadly, my desire to help her is nil…
Not to sound too heartless although it probably does sound that way… Since the courts found her not guilty of murdering her child, but even her parents haven’t stepped up to take care of her… or maybe they did and I missed that part…She is a grown-up after all and should take care of herself, her self though, shouldn’t she, hmm?
I wonder if she will ever tell…what… why she got that ‘Bella Vida’ tattoo?
Oh, you thought a confession of what really happened?
Nah, I doubt it.
She is too; heaven knows what she is…

Enough already and I am so sorry that I broke my promise…
But some things in life are so annoying and distasteful I knew that I could bring it to you all here to keep just between us, right?

On that distasteful giving in to following of the sheep of tales to be told (whatever that means, we all know that I am NOT that smart either! HA!)…allow me to be the first to wish you all a very happy good night and to ask you kindly to count all your blessings and share all your overages and we will too!
And next time please be here or be square, ya hear?

PS Mount Etna is erupting! That's news!

Wednesday, January 4, 2012

Results and more results!

So Mitt Romney won the Iowa caucus by eight votes, and I suppose that it proves that every one of our votes does count! And now the real competition begins with the advent of the Republican primary race first vote in New Hampshire coming up within days.
Following in the Kelly Ripa explanation realm to inform, which Hubby said I was out of the room and missed her succinct definition of what a ‘caucus’ actually is, I did a bit of my own research to become better informed…see, I am always willing to learn, hmm?
A ‘caucus’ is: a conclave, group, assembly, committee, discussion group, conference and convention, got it?
And Hubby also mentioned it was considered basically an opinion poll, to be concise.

On my results front, I am proud to say that the ophthalmologist felt that the B scan was not necessary yet and he opted for both of my baby blues to be re-dilated.
He, being a retina specialist in his field, as an eye surgeon I went for it, as they say in the biz; “First do no harm” and we all know that’s a sacred oath of Hypocrites, right?
What confuses me is why we also get from the root of that word, hypocrisy, hmm? I find that fascinating, do you? And a bit hypocritical, ha!
Any-who, he was able to determine that my retina did not detach, but my vitreous did hemorrhage, righty is full of blood; thus my new colorful floaters and my lightening flashers. At least it proves I wasn’t imagining this interesting spectacular that this nasty business has created for my viewing displeasure!

The treatment for this is none, at this time, except to use a really cool ‘pirates patch’ to prevent the light and floating, flashing from continuing to give me my nasty headaches.
And also a return visit in three weeks to see what he can see and so I guess these results, will have to be on hold to wait to be continued…now to be called my, ‘Eye saga’, nah, but I will try to remember to update, Geez, I don’t believe I could forget that!

And since my peepers have been again put through the metaphoric mill they are begging for me to stop all this foolishness for the evening and even though I don’t agree, with the foolishness comment… allow me to be the first to wish you all a very happy good night and ask you kindly to count all your blessings and to share all those overages and we will too!

And next time please be here or be square, ya hear?

Tuesday, January 3, 2012

BIG NEWS!

The freeze is in! And all bets are off!
Paradise will be getting the cold stuff tossed!
Nay, you say!
Tell me it’s not true Tobi! You so boldly inquire.
Sadly, it is…dear worshippers of all things warm and sunny if not bolder!
We got cold right here in River City and beyond! (The city limits)
But do not dismay, since it will be going away!
By this weekend’s day, the eighties will be back, okay? I say HOORAY!

Anomalies are just that, flukes, even here in paradise.
Think of it as I like to… bugs that bug you die from the cold, true?
So it is a cleansing of the perfection, as I like to think of our balmy air back to what it should be, flawless.

We are all here for the long-haul, why we personally have been here already a quarter of a century, and that’s a, Big Wow!

Aren’t we a tough breed; we transplanted New Jerseyians, from whence we come from… so even though we did not sign on for the frosty stuff it periodically comes back to haunt us like a ghost from our past. It is the great one’s idea to remind us why in heavens name we chose this place of things lush and plush and rarely causing any flushes…from a chill which we have no will or a desire to thrill…but I have the right idea to fit your bill…Cold toasters and warm fireplace roasters we are your host-ers to give you the most-ers or what you no sirs (And ladies too! But as you can see it doesn’t rhyme and I am on my Cat in The Hat lineage or trying hard to make this all fit so well for you to say that I made your day!)

The bottom line to my above sometime rhyme is that we are always here for you any day or time… so come online and check us out the southwest Florida folks, what we are all about!
Ordinarily, we have you covered and now we do literarily have you covered, with whether a throw, comforter, blanky or whatever you care to, for to keep those little tootsies here for as long as you wear your non-string bikini, unless it is woolen lined we have your behind all of the time! (Figuratively speaking, but you knew that! LOL!)

And so on that upbeat note, which is why we suggest whatever floats your boat, show up and we will show you the best time and it definitely will be all too sublime!

I do believe that my time is up and I have already supped but need to chill, oh now I will and so nighty, nighty dear reader shippers and don’t forget to buy those tickets to spend the time with all of your favorite finds in this that we call paradise!

On that really horrific try to be a poet, you win some you lose some, but I happen to know that this was going to be, a lose-lose situation, but who cares anyway! So that makes it a win-win! Lemonade out of lemons, wow did it again!

Just a few short words about the man I married, Hubby, in the last couple of weeks he has found his inner ‘Lone Ranger’, he has saved a baby when a young mom fell with her and twisted her ankle, and he helped a senior, yes more senior than him get in front of him in the deli line! You gotta love the guy, and he’s back! I think that he deserves some accolades and this is it!

On that, sure we know that giving of your heart is free and useful; allow me to be the first to wish you all a very happy good night and to ask you to kindly count all your blessings and to share all your overages and we will too!

And next time please be here or be square, ya hear?

Monday, January 2, 2012

So many new Facebook friends so many reasons to...

Try to think before I respond to any or all people I wish to remain in my circle of friends.
I think I came across another New Year’s resolution for me, the one sentence above, ha!

Have you ever been completely free?
To say or do whatever you wanted without fear of repercussions of what someone might think or tell you?

Getting older gives you a bit of that freedom, and when you are retired too, all those choices are so wonderful.
Having been an employee and an owner of a few businesses, we all know that we must answer to others.
Being entrepreneurs is great, but not as some may think, you have your clients to answer to, not as some think that now it is different no boss and no one to tell you what to do!
Yes, your customers will and do and if you don’t please them, you might go out of business. Word of mouth works in both directions, and never ever forget that!

And so in these last several bum years, as I call my life of living my way at my pace for my last several… I am so FREE!

So that might be part of my verbally descriptive way of speaking to others with not much in the way of censorship, and I suppose that that filter on my brain does have an on switch but somehow somewhere I have forgotten where I put it!

Truthfully, I am so ashamed at me not holding my tongue at times, and yes that is my adult one that I have been known to stick out periodically.
Why not?
If one cannot act childish when aging not so gracefully… why not! I say!

Ah freedom… to be who we truly are.
To sing at the drop of a hat and to laugh at not as silly as some may think incidents we encounter in daily life…Ahhh… just being happy! What’s wrong with that? Not a thing!
You know something, all those dotty old ladies and men might have something after all, is there a connection between being so unadulterated happy and loony?
Bet they are close, similar to confident and arrogant, hmm?

Silly is the mode of tonight’s ideas to set this New Year on the right road of happiness and joy for all year long!
So get a wee bit crazy and laugh when it’s least expected, hmm? (Funerals excluded, we must appear with decorum in some places, unless it is an Irish wake. Where I do understand it is okay!)
Tell someone you love that you do, as I told my sons more that by saying it this way “more than all the blades of grass on the planet!” Daddy was in the sprinkler business at the time.
Be illogical, but add in a twist!

Laugh out loud in the car at a traffic light, and make others wonder what’s up!
If able, dance in the aisles of a store to the music, if it’s played, better yet, even if it’s not!
Don’t forget singing in the car or in the stockroom or the bathroom…try it I bet you will like it! Or they will come to you with a straight jacket, but boy won’t you have wonderful stories to tell to the rest of those free thinkers? LOL!
I’m so sure that you can come up with more ideas that I will send this on to you to do as a homework assignment. Let me know what happens and where you will be staying…
Unfortunately, I don’t have enough in savings(since my monies are earmarked for my possible white jacket guys coming for me)to get you released, but make fun while in there, after all isn’t that what life is really all about?

On that scary suggestions from a small brain that’s not that smart… allow me to be the first to wish you a very happy (and I use the term loosely and as often as I must) good night and ask you to kindly count all your blessings and to share all your overages and we will too!

And next time please be here or be square, ya hear?

Speaking My Mind: Which way will the war go?

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