Saturday, March 31, 2012

And so we left the compound... for a jaunt into the outer world...

Fishville AKA Fisherman’s Village in River City AKA Punta Gorda is where we went around ten thirty in the late morning.

The reasoning for making the last minute trek was an Easter egg hunt for canines, although our own noble one, Skipper of the Bichon persuasion did not participate, he as we were, were purely spectators.

To be honest though, we didn’t really watch all that well, it being way too crowded.
You see, the field of participants was quite well filled with every breed of dog you could possibly think of from the wee Chihuahua to a giant Mastiff, and all breeds in between spaniels and labs and goldens and dachshunds, and one woman even had seven Maltese all with matching pink gingham scarves and there were quite a few Yorkies too, which we have a soft spot for, (since we had two Yorkies, years ago that lived very long lives to 14 and 16 years old, respectively) and let us not forget the canines of mixed bred ones of multi-heritage that were also there.

And the competition was fierce and we are all lovers not fighters and so we watched from afar. A very large Easter bunny was ensconced in a very size appropriate chair for the ones who wished to take pictures with their puppy on his lap; children did sit on him too, not unlike Santa at Christmas time. But when they sit on Santa they request gifts and on an Easter bunny I suppose the request would be where are the eggs hidden or could my Easter basket be stuffed with all those chocolate goodies that are now considered excellent for warding off many ills including cancer since the dark chocolate is loaded especially with anti-oxidants, or perhaps not…dogs can’t eat chocolate and kids really don’t care about that sort of stuff, PS dogs don’t talk, i.e. to strangers, kidding!

It is true, the barking at times was provoked by the canines ability to communicate in only that vocal perspective with others of their kind… but as I have mentioned before, Skipper has an ear bleeding high pitched screechy one that even being his adoptive, chosen parents, gets us upset when it is expelled from his vocal cords!

Some other four-footed cronies of his appeared to come from the same mold of the need for that high pitched vocalizations, but there was one small difference here… more of the people understood the behavior and were not as angry or upset as the non-dog owners would be, an odd form of relief.

Reassurance with a loving pet is not that different from training your child to behave with love and patience, and so I repeat when Skipper is quiet that he is a good boy that he is well behaved and I smile with two thumbs up!
Sometimes treats are enlisted to reinforce this positive behavior, but we ran out quickly, since I only brought three Milk Bones. We have a nifty water carrier for him that he has had since a pup. Hubby even keeps baggies in his pocket in case they are needed to dispose of solid waste, which Skipper until today had never done within the air opened mall like atmosphere of the venue, but today he did and Hubby was prepared for the procedure of a baggie turned inside out used for pickup and turned outside in and than tied tightly and tossed into a receptacle as I blocked the view from others possibly stepping into it; teamwork.

After we went up and down and all around trying to maintain a socialization process for our loving pal, and then we chose to have a lovely lunch at the outdoor portion of our favorite restaurant there, and except for Skipper and an older black poodle occasionally chatting and Skipper also calling out to the participants which we could observe from our location above the center stage, other than that he was a very well behaved child/dog!

When with four-footed or two footed children one should always have plans for attack in all embarrassing/misbehaving situations.
The best way to conquer most, is to remove the child/dog from the problem and scold or discuss other ways to act in such matters…see not too different for either, hmm?
Or thrust them into the midst of it and keep reassuring them that all is well and that screaming is not a proper way to talk to anyone…

On that concept of who knows what, allow me to be the first to wish you all a very happy good night and ask you all 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?

Friday, March 30, 2012

Transliteration

Transliteration is to transcribe into another alphabet, in other words another language for the world to see. Now we will see what will happen, since I found that I had this part of my blog settings had been disabled, foolish me, but now enabled, smart me! And so with this brave move on my part, at least I do hope so… more than ten of the many weekly changing countries can enjoy my drivels in essay form daily too, and a big TA DA to that! I wonder though if all I write with love for OUR WORLD will translate properly. The world has to see that with all my nightly rants of complaints, enlightenments of living with certain illnesses,crafts and gardening ideas, liberal political views, and a true caring for each and every one of us worldwide to get along, since in reality we have many more commonalties than differences. And the more we talk to each other the more we know that to be true. In other words wanting and needing the same things, love,family, shelter, food, safety, peace, freedom, education and jobs to fill our souls with purpose. Tonight my Hubby and I ate in; we had Chinese food delivered and here in the United States we receive fortune cookies with our meals when we do that. My first fortune could not be decoded by me, but it was not its fault, it was all mine. The second one I want to share with all of you since I believe it to be something that we all would like to strive for, so here it is, and “Happiness is a journey… not a destination.” To me it means that we must make each day a happiness, not to miss what is right before our very eyes, a sort of stop and smell the roses kind of concept, hmm? Not a prize to reach at the end of our lives. For you it may be slightly different, but not too much I suspect. Universally, we as a race of human beings must more than ever realize how we can change our lives for the betterment of each one of us by unifying in that common goal. Moving on… to a new topic… Anyway, the other day I forwarded a lovely story about a romance set in the war times of many years ago and I was told by the sender it was true…sadly it was not, but still a very heart wrenching story that even I got choked up reading and so I went against my recent rule of not passing these things on and I foolishly did! Boy did I have egg on my face, which just made me feel so embarrassed…oh well, that will teach me to bend away from my own rules. I have been fooled before, but the old saying is that when an honest person believes what they are told, that is normal…most dishonest people don’t believe anything. And so for all my naivetĂ© at this ripe old age, forgive dear friends and I will try hard not to mislead any of you again…even with tender sweet stories that are heart wrenching to some of us, or perhaps we can realize that many a fiction story has made us cry at the cinema and say that was oh so good! Lemonade out of lemons again, so there! On that bit of silly allow me to be the first to wish you all a very happy good night and to ask you all 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?

Thursday, March 29, 2012

Beating myself up physically, literarily, and periodically....

Being of the clumsy persuasion is no fun at all. More times than not I stub my toe on this or that and even have broken my little toes a few times, and this head cracking baloney is also becoming an old thingy. Heaven knows I should remember the location of where it is, one would think that anyway, hmm? I have gotten a few concussions too from my head knocks too. The first that I recall was when we owned our restaurant and I was in a rush to get to the place and couldn’t wait for Hubby to get our boxed dishes that weighed about forty pounds off a high shelf in our garage in our first Florida home in Ormond Beach. The dishes amazingly survived but my head did not; it was concussed. On the second occasion I was in our vintage Airstream trailer making dinner, it had a wall oven, yep, it was that old, and I slipped on the floor and cracked my noggin into it, another untimely head injury of the concussion type, bloody this time with pink hair. Geez, it’s not like I ask for this kind of trouble…And then over the last few years I forget to close things like freezer doors or cabinets and get clobbered from them, purely innocently, like a few minutes ago getting ice and dropping a frozen item and going to pick it up and then wham bam no thank you m’am. Or the time I went to answer my cell phone kept handily in the seat of my walker, but I moved my walker out of the way under the bar that separates the kitchen from the living-room and boom, smash right on that Corian counter top, who said that they aren’t as hard as granite didn’t get hit by one! I have given up running to the hospital each and every time, since all they tell you is to watch the person with the bump for twenty-four hours to make sure they don’t fall asleep, blah, blah, blah… or end up in a coma or some such fun idea! Too many times for me, and I am still here and yearly I get my MRI’s to track my Multiple Sclerosis progress, which has fortunately stagnated, meaning I am stable and so, so far it doesn’t appear to have cracked my skull to where the Neuro or radiologist feel that I needed any other intervention from them. I do know that doing this so often is not a good thing, but my visual perception is way off these days especially and so is my ability to control my body. Not much that I can do about either, I suppose, except not move at all, but that’s not going to happen until I am dust! If I don’t move someone might throw dirt on me, and that’s not going to happen any time soon if it’s up to me and it is! Plus I have a true fear of blood clots which makes me try to move as much as I can, but I also have medication to prevent that too, i.e. blood clots. Not that funny tonight unless you can relate to what I am telling all of you, crazy, not being able to have total control over anything these days…but that’s the way it for most of us anyway, true? Hard for this ole type A gal though, and I more than sure you all know that is you too…not having control over money, work or housing or any of those things, which we all rely on to be there, and so perhaps if you think about not having that control of yourself, meaning your vision and body… how does one categorize loss of control, hmm? It’s all horrible! Bummer, on that reality of all of our lives at times allow me to be the first to wish you 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? Update on my ole school chum’ Mom at ninety-one she is holding her own in PCU, which after Googling we found out is Progressive Care Unit, and she is in a very aesthetically pleasing hospital now that serves flowers with their meals. The Mom is being scheduled for surgery tomorrow. I do know that most of you did know what PCU was and I am sure any in the medical field did, but we didn’t, her daughter and I, and so I let her know while on the phone…sounds better than CCU, hmm?

Wednesday, March 28, 2012

Something has got to be in the air?

Not to be crass or to create any worries, but with the recent outbreak of loonies flying and causing minor to major incidents, what else could it be. Again, is it just me or is the whole thing here with these never happened before with this wild behavior anomalies in so-called normal people seem rather odd to you too? Frightening, is more like it, hmm? Gosh, and that documentary creator after bringing to the forefront that horrid man’s atrocities in Africa, telling the world what was happening. He too met with such an unusual psychotic break back here in the USA, which was not in his medical history either, just plain crazy and sad. It all makes you wonder, what it could possibly be, but mark my words these ominous behaviors cannot be good! Something has got to be in the air? And only one that I have heard about on the recent news was a bit depressed, but could it be the weather too having an affect on people’s minds? If the sun makes us happy and cloudy days make us sad; than why not the weather that could be partially responsible, but still, to that extreme? Probably not, but also I wonder… now ask yourselves this too, if publicizing all the bad behavior on those flights doesn’t cause copy-cats or similar episodes to become a thought in some slightly not too healthy ways of thinking. We have had notoriously, many incidents of suicides when a few have been in the news, and also other crazy weird flurries of coincidental problematic bullying when reported too? Odd how that works, not to say that these things should not be broadcast from here to everywhere, but is it just me that noticed that, or have you too? I am a firm believer in the need to know policy and having access to that that we have here in America! It is what makes our freedom ring true and for everyone, and we all have the option if we don’t like something we can turn it off…ah FREEDOM what a concept! Any-who, I just thought it, was something interesting that appears to be coming in too many times for that last few weeks in our daily dose of knowing what’s what… but with no real answer of the why? Hopefully, someday the reasons will come out and they will follow up with that too? On that waiting with bated breath mentality…allow me to be the very 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?

Tuesday, March 27, 2012

To be or not to be... and then there is me...

Creation is something that all artists, inventors, parents and the almighty do, or some may say that evolution also has its place in that lineup. We as a race have thoughts that we impose into ideas and from there onto inanimate objects, but I suppose in the creation of human beings it is into animated objects that breathe too, hmm? The history of the world is based on so many different ways of how we came into being and so not to be too controversial I will leave that realm to the theologians or atheists too, or even the evolutionists/scientists, which as you can see I have classified them separately. Since for all things to run smoothly I still believe in each to his/her own, okay? I believe it is called acceptance and a very nice form of respect for others' way of thinking. This evening I first received an odd dilemma, not so broad in the bigger picture of things, but Google once again is changing their format for our blogs. And I clicked on the one that said that I could change mine early, by mistake! I don’t like it. It is not attractive or easily active or any of the ‘ives’, that is with my life that I like to think is proactive! Now you have to click on everything you want, like tonight I thought the new blog meant for me to post this, but oh no that is on another button that is just orange colored coded that only they know about, unless you click on it and then it says, ‘new post’? I am not that different from most of us; I too enjoy a challenge, but some things should not be that challenging, ya know what I mean? Not to say that I am an old dog, by any means; why I even do enjoying learning daily new things, but it takes me a wee bit longer to catch on to them these days, ya know? Life is difficult enough without haphazardly changing things just because…without any known reason to me, Mr. Google! You know, I never considered who Google is; is it that eye thing that we used to call googlely eyes, with each one of them rolling in two different directions? I know that we use it with the premise that it has grown to mean searching for the meaning or reasoning of something on the Internet, but really, do you know whom that really is? Figment of some wordsmith’s fertile mind I presumed and who is more than likely laughing hysterically all the way to their bank! Thinking now the whole world is GOOGLING! LOL! What joy they must get from their creation, hmm? And that is why we shall never give up the practice to create, words or other such things or foul our imaginations with cluttering of, “don’t do that!” I say, do that! And maybe someday you too will have your own form of GOOGLE, here’s one 'BUGLE!' Got to work the kinks out, Geez, maybe that is where Kinko’s came from, hmm? Never stop using whomever gave you what that is called your mind/brain/noggin/cabeza/ tĂȘte/ testa, you get the idea… And say a little prayer for my ole chum’s Mom who had to be hospitalized this morning due to two heart attacks and congestive heart failure. She didn’t want to bother her daughter in the middle of the night…and worried about her daughter’s having a business meeting tonight for her to rest for it that is the daughter; ole pal should rest that is! What a symbol of true motherly love, remember love is giving unselfishly forever to the ones you care about both ways. On that note of a bit of worrisome concern, even so, now more than ever 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? PS I really try to make this light and airy and gosh darn it LIFE HAPPENS, hmm?

Monday, March 26, 2012

Here I go again... with explaining things...

Being over weight is not a choice and not always easy to cure with surgery or diet and exercise.
People, I was not much different from you when I was also a thin person of one hundred pounds soaking wet, prejudice is awful from any angle.
Metabolically not all physiological bodies are the same, scientifically proven, so I am told.
Some become obese and develop health issues like type two diabetes, heart and blood pressure and cholesterol problems, but some people don’t or get them when they are very, very slim.
My Hubby’s waistline is still a thirty-two inches at six feet tall, the same it was when he was in high school as it is now at his age of sixty-two and he suffers from high blood pressure and high cholesterol, but his Mom and brother both have high blood pressure, not too sure about the cholesterol though, any-who sometimes it is just hereditary!
I on the other hand when I was thin I had none of those ailments although my parents both had suffered from high cholesterol and even when I smoked for forty plus years, I had no lung or heart disease either!
Thankfully, as you all know, I have not smoked since July 11th of 2006!
But while I was such a good girl with quitting I have since acquired many LBS. and than I was put on blood pressure and cholesterol and heart medication with the weight gain from the inability to walk due to the Multiple Sclerosis causing parathesia and Ataxia and no sweating since it will exacerbate my MS and cause me to have to go back on IV steroids, which are counter-productive in the weight loss game, hmm? (And so I have ballooned into this mass of me, I not laughingly call a Jaba the Hut person; I am my worse critic with a constant daily frustration of not being able to change this!) Both also due to the MS and that no one with an autoimmune disease can have gastric by-pass surgery even if they meet the BMI criteria; I did research it! And that I also was put on three days of IV steroids @1000 mgs three times in a twenty six month period and that having Hypothyroidism is something I have no idea where it came from, although, I do have Sjogren’s Syndrome and they blame it on that or other autoimmune illnesses which I now have three of or it can just happen too? And did I also mention that I am still not a diabetic due to ingesting coffee and leafy green veggies all of my life and now they feel it is the best way to ward it off, that is the type two kind of diabetes?
Anyway, anger tonight was caused by throwing all of us obese people into the same class of lazy non-interested to change group promoted on this evening news on our NBC affiliate. Hope someone there reads this.
With the cute young slender news’ female anchor saying that people who are chocoholics, like I have been also, and might I add, a life long member of that club and that popcorn eaters are always thin; I do that too, i.e. eat popcorn, air popped at home!
Well, I am shocked that it’s not working?
On that rant of trying to clear the names of the lumpy all being lumped into one category I will leave you with this one thought…I was you once and you could be me too, and compassion is putting yourself into the other person’s place and getting them, got that?
Try it; you may like or if not that…understand it at the very least…

On those words of sadness of misunderstandings of these so-called new ways to help the truly obese; allow me to be these 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?

Sunday, March 25, 2012

I believe in me...

Again I am borrowing what we all have access to and so don’t judge me for lack of originality, but hear me out with my reasoning:

“How to Succeed in Business Without Really Trying: the Musical
Song: I Believe In You Lyrics

“FRUMP
Hello, Executive Washroom. Oh! Come on down. We're here making plans.

COMPANY
Gotta stop that man.
I've gotta stop that man cold
Or he'll stop me.

Big deal, big rocket,
Thinks he has the world in his pocket.
Gotta stop, gotta stop.
Gotta stop that man.

FRUMP
Now! Look at him standing and staring at himself on the mirror!

FINCH
Now there you are.
Yes, there's that face.
That face that somehow I trust.
It may embrace you, too.
Here me say it.
But say it I must,
Say it I must

You have the cool clear
Eyes of a seeker of wisdom and truth,

Yet, there's that up turned chin
And the grin of impetuous youth.

Oh, I believe in you,
I believe in you.

I hear the sound of good
Solid judgment whenever you talk.

Yet, there's the bold, brave spring
Of the tiger that quickens your walk.
(roar, roar!)

Oh, I believe in you,
I believe in you.

And when my faith in my fellow man
Oh but falls apart,
I've but to feel your hand grasping mine
And I take heart,
I take heart.

To see the cool clear
Eyes of a seeker of wisdom and truth,

Yet with the slam, bang, tang
Reminiscent of gin and vermouth.

Oh, I believe in you,
I believe in you.

MALE ENSEMBLE
Gotta stop that man.
Gotta stop that man.

Or he'll stop me.

Big will, big beaver
For we won't live in front of this fever

Gotta stop, gotta stop.
Gotta stop that man.

FINCH
Oh, I believe in you...

COMPANY
Don't let it be such a hero

FINCH
(ha, ha, ha)
You...
(ha, ha, ha)
You...
You!

COMPANY
Gotta stop that man!
Gotta stop him!
Stop that man!
Gotta stop him!
Gotta stop that man!”
Thanks: http://www.themusicallyrics.com/h/229-how-to-succeed-in-business-without-really-trying/1415-i-believe-in-you.html
Was this the famed Good Ole Boys Club that we women always hear about? I truly wonder…but now it seems to apply more to the ‘Redneck Realm’ and I say that in only the most respectful way…and they should feel that way about us gals too!
Moving on…
When did believing in yourself become Narcissistic?
It’s so confusing these days… people say in order to love others one must love themselves, huh?

Well, what brought this on was of course another exciting day in Hubby’s and my home of watching this time an oldie but a goodie, the movie version of ‘How to Succeed in Business without Really Trying!’ circa 1967, and I was working at Lord & Taylor’s during its heyday, actually after in1969, on into the nineteen seventies.
Robert Morse the main character of J. Pierpont Finch that also originated the role on Broadway played the same man in the movie version and it just so happens that his sister also worked with me at Lord& Taylor’s, how about that!
When I realized who she was, I was just awful gushing on how much I loved him in that movie!
And since I was engaged during the time I worked there, even got married fifteen months after that and we had our first son fifteen months after that wedding of ours and I got a 20% discount many things were bought there, even my fancy smancey Yves St. Laurent towel set for our rather rustic first ever dwelling a basement apartment bath, I know…oh well! Fortunately, we have moved on since then quite a few times actually, and gosh I have no idea what happened to those fanciful towels. You see, Robert Morse’s sister worked in the bath department at that time, aha!
Back to the concept of one believing in ones self… why not?
Feeling happy with whom you are should be a win, win situation, hmm?
So to look in a mirror and to believe in you is not any more derogatory than looking into a mirror and FEELING Pretty, ha!
I feel another song coming on…nah
I have decided to NOT copy and paste the lyrics to I feel pretty since when I tried to it played with me…shaking it all and giving me a traumatic headache if you see it below it is because it has chosen to be there. I had cut it even changed pages and everything, but now I see it below once again, could I be billed for this? Sure hope not.
Since I probably don’t have that kind of money they want for it…oh well… maybe it will leave on its own accord, hmm?
Meanwhile I will continue to try and make my point was this our, women anthem at one time too?
Did we all feel pretty, etc.?
And due to that feeling were we also narcissistic?

“Movie Lyrics | Stage Lyrics
I FEEL PRETTY
MARIA
I feel pretty,
Oh, so pretty,
I feel pretty and witty and bright!
And I pity
Any girl who isn't me tonight.

I feel charming,
Oh, so charming
It's alarming how charming I feel!
And so pretty
That I hardly can believe I'm real.

See the pretty girl in that mirror there:
Who can that attractive girl be?
Such a pretty face,
Such a pretty dress,
Such a pretty smile,
Such a pretty me!

I feel stunning
And entrancing,
Feel like running and dancing for joy,
For I'm loved
By a pretty wonderful boy!

GIRLS
Have you met my good friend Maria,
The craziest girl on the block?
You'll know her the minute you see her,
She's the one who is in an advanced state of shock.

She thinks she's in love.
She thinks she's in Spain.
She isn't in love,
She's merely insane.

It must be the heat
Or some rare disease,
Or too much to eat
Or maybe it's fleas.

Keep away from her,
Send for Chino!
This is not the
Maria we know!

Modest and pure,
Polite and refined,
Well-bred and mature
And out of her mind!

MARIA
I feel pretty,
Oh, so pretty
That the city should give me its key.
A committee
Should be organized to honor me.

GIRLS
La la la la . . .

MARIA
I feel dizzy,
I feel sunny,
I feel fizzy and funny and fine,
And so pretty,
Miss America can just resign!

GIRLS
La la la la . . .

MARIA
See the pretty girl in that mirror there:

GIRLS
What mirror where?

MARIA
Who can that attractive girl be?

GIRLS
Which? What? Where? Whom?

MARIA
Such a pretty face,
Such a pretty dress,
Such a pretty smile,
Such a pretty me!

GIRLS
Such a pretty me!

ALL
I feel stunning
And entrancing,
Feel like running and dancing for joy,
For I'm loved
By a pretty wonderful boy!

Music by Leonard Bernstein, lyrics by Stephen Sondheim.
© 1956, 1957 Amberson Holdings LLC and Stephen Sondheim. Copyright renewed.
Leonard Bernstein Music Publishing Company LLC, Publisher.”


If not that, what were we; I ask you?
I would like to believe that both were a form of expressing our self confidence and no one in their right mind could argue with that point for this I am very sure…So sing till your vocal cords say Uncle and enjoy who you are, and allow me to be the first to wish you all a very happy good night and 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?

Saturday, March 24, 2012

Taking care of business...

No, Dolly Parton is not here tonight...
Do any of you remember when we were kids and would say it’s none of your beeswax? Probably the youngins don’t recall it since: This term which dates back to the 1930's is commonly found in that phrase. It actually has nothing to do with 'wax'. It is just an intentional malapropism for business. Thanks to: http://www.idiomsite.com/beeswax.htm and to read more copy and paste this above site.

Do people even say that anymore?

Well, my title in this case refers to personal business, not public business, since I no longer have public business.
Writing notes to people you wish to communicate with and owe the time to tell them something, preferably that is something nice.
And don’t we all love this techno marvel that does make it all that easier for us to keep up with such things, hmm?

Sure we email, and send silly forwards, which by the way, I had to stop doing since many took many of, the forwards, the wrong way, and were insulted or would insult me back…or they would yell at me to stop! And some even stopped talking to me altogether…or maybe for some other reasons, eh? Who knows who cares? ME!
I am no Joy Behar.

Any-who, so I have decided to take advantage of what I had been doing periodically anyway and that is letter writing with and without some formality, according to its relevance of whom I may be communicating with; now was that clear, I sure do hope so.
Actually, to be fair this is not any new concept for me or you I am more than sure. Why that is what I do believe we all started out doing when we would email.
But grammar and spelling sort of went by the wayside and sadly without my grammar and spell check working optimally for me I too am up a creek without that proverbial paddle!
And so I will have to be allowed to make those mistakes without too many criticisms… oddly enough the grammar check and spell check just kicked in, and changed my too much to, too many and my spelling of grammar incorrectly into the proper way! LOL!
You see, just when I think I have this thing figured out, it surprises me once again!
How truly wonderful!
Mysteries are good and make us believe that things can happen for the best.
Knowing everything is impossible, but learning something new daily is what I believe is one way to prove that this world has many an answer to be found by all of us.
Some time’s it is not that swiftly, but like all good things that take time it is very worthwhile.
Now, where was I?
Oh, using the proper words in writing your online letters, and if we all fail in trying to express what we would like to say… add in XXOO, I understand they are well accepted internationally as kisses and hugs, or is that what they put on Moonshine bottles or pirate flags, nah, sure they are kisses and hugs!

And so in closing with trying to bring this around to my title once again… let someone you care about know how you feel about them via letter writing online, email and texting sound so well, old fashioned now, hmm?

On that rather going against the reasonable idea of what’s what once again, 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 share those overages and we will too!

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

PS it’s none of your beeswax what I do! Kidding of course, for you are whom I do it for.

Friday, March 23, 2012

The Planes, The Planes, The Planes! And this and that's with no- cry -baby attitude night!

Who remembers who said a facsimile of that?
Sure you all do, that is any of us who also recall the TV show Fantasy Island that I understand is currently playing on TV Land and it originally ran from 1978 to 1984.
The actual line was; “The plane! The plane!” which weekly the character of Tattoo (Herve Villechaize) would say at the opening in each and every show his way of announcing the guests to Mr. Roarke (Ricardo Montalban). A wonderful vacation spot where all dreams were made or broken; a bit like Florida, hmm? NO broken dream here.

But our planes that we feel the urge to mention in that iconic way are the yearly ones that we are in the flight path of for the Punta Gorda Air show and of course there are many, not just one. And this year the Blue Angels are back for the show.
The opening ceremonies will be beginning tomorrow at eleven A.M. and the price for admission is to see them up close and personal is $25 for adults and $5 for children and I understand that parking is five bucks too; it runs both Saturday and Sunday.
I do believe much of it does go to charity via booths set up there.
But we, being as thrifty as usual, can see the best of the program from our own backyard if we so wish to.

I suppose we are spoiled from all those years living in NJ, near Lakehurst where it was a military base and every year the air shows were free, we lived twenty minutes away and took our sons there yearly. And when Hubby was a deputy here we were given free admission, since he would be working there on the tarmac in his community bicycle capacity.

Today, we also heard from number one son and my old chum via landline, wow, what a concept and very nice!
Voices of real people on the other end of an old fashioned, well not really that old fashioned since our cordless phone is less than a month old and has more bells and whistle’s than we have seen in a very long time, all built in!
Even old school chum was impressed when Hubby knew before she spoke that he knew who it was, since when he told me the area code; I told him right away that it was her!
Gosh, isn’t caller I.D. something?
And of course our son was plugged in too, but had not called since we got the new phone, and he too was impressed with the dĂ©jĂ  vu ability that the phone gives to us as long as they are in it. But it does keep track of fifty numbers that we can install and even if not in it the numbers are recorded incoming ones too, so no more hang ups. That we have no way of knowing about or any people who changed their minds or just called for an annoyance, now I shout “GOTCHA!” There is of course also a voice mail too on it, why it is just like a cell but at home here.

You see, perhaps I am in the minority but have you ever wondered why someone might call and by the time you get to the phone they had hung up?
Well, now I can call them back or at least figure out whom they were if I don’t want to call them back.
I bet you all have been taking your own phones for granted and think that I am foolish to be so impressed by this new toy and how it works, hmm?
Sure we had all that on cell phones, even our elderly forever one, but not on our house landline/phone!

Apparently, pitchers of major teams enjoy imbibing a bit, actually one was on muscle relaxers but the other who hit the person was double the legal limit of alcohol consumption, and then causing havoc on the streets!
Two teams have their players facing criminal charges, one more hazardous here locally who seriously injured a seventy-two year old on a motorcycle and the other hitting just some parked cars.
Gosh guys what happened? The children are watching…BEHAVE, get cleaned up and change your nasty ways!

On that motherly advice allow me to be the first to wish you all a very happy good night and ask you all 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?

PS Last night we watched the Descendants and it was absolutely a two, make that four thumbs up big delight. George Clooney as a father and husband, wow what a concept, hmm?
Actually, he did it well considering him not being either himself... I truly wonder if Brad and Angelina may have given him some pointers with the daddy part.

Thursday, March 22, 2012

Time...

Wasting time is not something that I am fond of doing and even being a retired bum, I still try to accomplish useful things during my day and when others waste it, it really bugs me!
Incompetence is the lack of skill, lack of ability, ineffectiveness, ineptitude, stupidity, uselessness are all the culprits in my book when so-called paid medical workers shirk their duties in my opinion!
My one medical office sent a fax on Tuesday to another office and as of today when I called they did not fax it back with my TSH results. I spoke to their medical records department and the woman there told me she did not have the authorization to take care of it, huh?
But her more able co-worker would be in this afternoon and would take care of it!
Well, a little while ago I tried calling there and no one was answering their phones, and I did try a few times thinking I had gotten the wrong number the first, and after to listen better to their selections and then I even went to there site online to check their business hours and yes, they would be open tonight until six and this was only about five fifteen!
Now is that the way to run any business, especially a medical one?
No medical personnel run the phone lines and so the possibility of them being needed in an emergency does not wash here either.
Well, while trying hard to get through to them my cell phone rang with the right office calling to tell me that they finally received my results and they were still slightly high but that I should continue on the same medication for another four to six months and see if it adjusts and then have more blood work!
Now the other office that notoriously has sent out two notices to me about not normal tests previously, dropped the ball on this one that they received on March 9th!

Thankfully, I did hear back and a course of action has been determined that was not that big a deal in the long run, but why mistreat people who are already under a lot of stress; I ask you?
Is it me, could I be wrong?
To me it seems so heartless.

Any-who, finally I do know that I still have an issue with my thyroid and this newest addition to my laundry list of ailments and that all I can do now is wait on a hopeful good result, once again…
But I look at myself in the mirror only rarely, since I am so truly not looking like anyone I recognize.
To me it devastates me only more.
Oh sure I know it is me, I still haven’t been diagnosed with dementia or Alzheimer’s, but the face that stares back is so not me.

Days come and go and doing things that are positive is what I want to wrap my head around, but what and how?
I did apply to become a volunteer at a local clinic that is looking for people, with my lack of physical abilities I felt that one day a week for the four hours they needed someone that I could answer phones at the very least?
But I still have not heard back from them and that was nearly a month ago.
Am I so terrible that no one even wants me for a volunteer anymore?
I used to be so loved for what I did, but that is not why I did it, and now I can’t do what I once did, but I can do something’s, really I can!
No, I do not like to be considered a Pitiful Pearl or any other negative personality or Debbie Downer, but I am definitely not functioning at full capacity and I do know that it creates depression in me, naturally.

Trying to fight that feeling is a daily chore like everything else I am fighting.
Writing here makes me feel that I have some abilities to communicate and I still have something inside of me worth sharing.
You all know that this forum has been here for me for the last few years and sure I have meltdowns with my emotional side coming out when stressed to my limits like so many of us have.
But the best thing is, with me, it is fleeting and I do always seem to bounce back, hmm?
So when I expound on what is ticking me off and share with all of you it is cathartic with allowing others, perhaps to reflect on their own feelings too?
I sure hope so.

On this not funny at all night of reflection of why I react how I do to in my way of thinking of being mistreated by others 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?

Wednesday, March 21, 2012

Gouging accepted by some insurance companies and telling people what they already know?

My tonight’s subtitle: “What, and OOPS?”
Now I am stepping out here on a bit of shaky ground and so without an attorney to advise me I will watch closely how I say what I need to say verbatim, ok?
A few days ago Hubby received documentation of the billing from the in home nurse who came to our home last December that was charged and paid for by them and so he had no reason to say anything, but… the option; “This is NOT a Bill. This statement details information on payment(s) --- Has made on your behalf. If you have questions or disagree with information contained in this statement, you may request that it be reviewed. Contact…”
When he saw the bill for $475, he and I were shocked the nurse was here for maybe an hour or two. And all she did was ask him some medical history questions and checked his vitals, temperature, blood pressure and pulse rate.
Now she happened to mentioned what company she was with and I said oh that is nice they are the ones who came to install my IV for steroids last June and showed me how to do the additional days for myself, all three, again.
But since I am not insured we were billed and we paid in full the bill that I had been quoted the price prior to the very necessary home visit and it was $125 for all that I received.
Now I do know that without insurance and no copays as I used to have even when insured and so they tell me I am paying what most on Medicare would be, now that seems so odd to me?
And why would they then, with Hubby being on an insurance program through Medicare be charged so differently? Curious and so he called his insurance company to dispute the amount of the charge as being excessive and told them that we had dealt, for me with the same company before. The women who was supposed to be a supervisor with some power to wield and that is why Hubby waited a day to hear back from his insurance company that neither of us can complain about since he is always treated very well and fair.
But she, this supervisor said that she could not do a thing about it, since they were under contract with them!
WHAT?
Does anyone but me see this as a gouging incident that is just a drop in the bucket of all the rest?
I am one of the ones that while insured questioned aspirin or pills being distributed, gauze etcetera in hospitals at over the top prices and I was known to go over any bills with a fine tooth comb, figuratively, people, and I was covered.
You, see they double charged for this and that’s, and thought we were totally unaware, but when caught they were forced to take several hundred dollars off of their bills!
Whew!
We as a world are in hard times financially and the last thing anyone needs is for their healthcare providers’ contractors to gouge them consequently all of us in the end!
Frustration is best served cold?
Nah, hot under the collar and we all should be!
Travesties are committed daily on all of us, and must we turn the other cheek and allow it to continue?
I sure hope not.
It is Hubby’s personal insurance and so I can not intervene with them, but I can show my distaste for the way it was handled; with a brick wall mentality!
PS they called this a free yearly service for their insurance company of a cost per patient, for even the non-bed-ridden ones, but of course they have more consistent weekly care I do believe for them as they well should.
Perhaps, they pay a flat rate for it all?
I don’t really know, but makes you wonder and question and we should never ever stop doing that, should we?
And so I won’t.

The other half of my tonight’s blog offering has to do with the wonderful positive postings I see all over the pages of Facebook that I subscribe to, my old town where I grew up, my current one and many others… but for some reason, now this could be just me, but I get insulted by some that still insist that I am a dummy!
This one in particular posted today on my old hometown by a former classmate that I am pretty darn sure that she believes that she is spreading the word, of, “DON’T LET ANYONE STEAL YOUR DREAMS!”
Now stop me if I am incorrect but if they are your dreams no one can touch them, by law or otherwise, or if just in your heart they are yours still, and we as a human race with a wonderful history of being FREE THINKERS! Therefore I would think for all of us that would be a moot point, hmm?
I sure hope so… allow me now to be the first to wish you all a very happy good night and ask you to kindly count all your blessings and share your overages and we will too!

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

PS my dresses arrived with my cardigan Saturday, and today we received the Adventures of Tintin and the Descendents and our third one we were informed should be here soon too, My Week with Marilyn!

Tuesday, March 20, 2012

Apologies in big order here!

Welcome blog readership, and please forgive!
We, Hubby and I were out having a heck of time going here and there earlier today and then we ended up at a lovely meet and greet party at our neighbors across the canal, also a farewell for those going home from their winter respite.
We had hearty food for thought and many interesting conversations that we all enjoyed tremendously; there were only about a dozen people there.(Correction they were twenty!)But the weather was balmy and the music was island style with a smattering of oldies, and I am quite blissfully exhausted.
And so I will leave you all with a thought of warm tropical breezes and a familiar Jimmy Buffet song playing in the background…and soon all of you from all over the world will love to be here too, in this place that we call, paradise that is more than aptly named.

On that pleasant thought left in your memory, allow me to be the first to wish you all a very happy good night and ask you to all count your blessings and share all your overages and we will too!

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

Monday, March 19, 2012

Hugo review and than some...

Hanging on by the seat of your pants?
Sure you are.
And I bet you have bated breaths too?
Well, the time has come my friends to hear the words that tell you my opinion; what were you hoping for something good? This is as good as it gets, kidding, but another great movie!
But it is oh so good; there are four thumbs up for that trÚs impossible garçon, nom est: HUGO!
The whole ordeal for thee petite boy of eleven ans; he is an orphan when his father an engineer of sorts with fixing things, who has found an automaton with the power to write, in storage at the museum he works at and brings it home for himself and Hugo to fix together. Sadly, Hugo’s father tragically dies in a fire, before they complete their mutually loving task of the mechanical man being repaired. And Hugo’s drunken uncle takes him away to live with him at the train station where he too fixes things, the train stations clocks, and he tells Hugo he will no longer go to school but learn how to fix clocks! This makes Hugo not happy!
Weeks go by and Hugo is all alone, no uncle around and he has quite an adventure trying to continue to fix the clocks so no one knows that his uncle is not there, and tries to fix mechanical man that he and his Father had started to work on together… he has a notebook of plans and even sneakily steals parts from a toy repair shop where…now if I told you the rest you wouldn’t want to see it; so that’s it friends!
It was a great movie with an interesting sub-plot too and so I do believe it is meant for any of you PG people out there, because there are some frightening parts for the too little ones, but an all round marvelous flick, that Hubby and I both agreed and that it was enjoyed tremendously! A Martin Scorsese directorial and production; what more can anyone want or need?
Coming to us while we wait in our armchairs once again this week is, The Adventures of Tintin, animated but a Stephen Spielberg offering and the Descendents with George Clooney, need I say more? What an eclectic taste we have in entertainment, don’t you think?

And so more of the good stuff to come reporting wise…

Hubby just brought more of our crop of tomatoes in, Romas again, in our not as bumper as our crop was at this time last year, but slowly coming in and we think, at least Hubby thinks that something is nibbling at them. Any-who, at least it is not those horrid tomato worms!
It looks that way to me too, but it looks more like a pecking, as if the crows are taking little nibbles. Surprising, even with our Whirligigs that Hubby made years ago, one’s of three dolphins in descending size, a family, swimming in tandem and the other is a lighthouse with a sailboat floating on waves, cute. I designed them with him but as usual he did all the wood work and wiring! What a team, though, hmm?

On that more than adequate something to chew on, allow me to be the first to wish you all a very happy good night and ask you kindly count all your blessings and share your overages and we will too!

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

Sunday, March 18, 2012

TRAIN WRECK!

Gosh, sorry to scare any of you, but I am speaking metaphorically.
Have you ever seen a friend or family member going on to do something that consequently will cause them harm and I am speaking, emotional, physical, financial BIG MISTAKE?
And you felt in your heart of hearts that you wanted to scream with all you hold near dear, at the top of your lungs, “DON’T DO IT!”
But you held back knowing that they were an adult and you had no right to assume that you knew what was best for them, hmm? Since you all, as I do, know what ‘to assume’, truly means; refresher course for any newbies, “making an ass of you and me”!
Later, much later you regretted that after the dust cleared from their figurative crash-up and you felt just awful since you didn’t intervene?
Talk about being in between a rock and hard place, for you literals I am again referring metaphorically/figuratively to that concept, but that does give you a mental image of what that would be.
My family members that had that business failure well I heard back from one of their siblings today an older one of the female one, and she did try to tell them, but they would not listen!
Whew, glad I didn’t say anything, then.
I suppose not saying things sometimes is a better way to handle a problem, but you all know me that is not my way!
Fortunate, for them that the secrecy of them doing what they did set our estrangement in motion that time and so I had no real desire to say a word after that, good thing too.
Have any of you over the years had to argue with yourself on how to handle anything?
I don’t mean out loud, but weighing the pluses and minuses on how or why to do something?
Writing things down in two columns seem to work for me.
And when the pluses outweigh the minuses that’s when you should jump into the ‘whatever’ it is you are trying to decide, and no one should tell you either way.
So I answered my own question about the ‘TRAIN WRECK’, concept there is nothing anyone can do.
Oh sure with children we have to tell them, and the mentally handicapped, or people who may go broke and have to live on the street… well, I guess at times we should step in and up to the plate and interfere, but many would take it as just that meddling.
Fine lines and you thought they were just around your eyes, kidding!
Sure we have to approach such things with humor and care and respect of whom we are dealing with and try to be cautious and restraining in our verbiage of how we say what we want them to understand…oh darn!
Is it worth it?
They are just people we see every once and a while and it is their lives and we don’t have to care so much about them and what they do and if they want to screw it all up, do we?
In the end, I suppose we are our brother’s keepers, and sisters, husbands and wives, and mothers, and fathers and cousins, you get the idea…
But we all have the power to decide what is right for us and them too!
On that somewhat ridiculous idea of what a ‘TRAIN WRECK’ really means to me, 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?


PS I am not immune, since I too have had a few ‘TRAIN WRECKS’, metaphorically speaking that is…and so I know from whence I speak!
And perhaps I would have liked a meddler, or not?

Saturday, March 17, 2012

Movies seen and my un-requested opinion, as well as other this and that's,



What the heck is that?
My idea of folk art once again!
The picture was taken indoors but the truth is it hangs on our front door for the first seventeen, maybe eighteen of this month of March and of Leprechauns, pots of gold and the fact that St. Patrick who freed the Emerald Isle from all snakes; it is the theory that he chased them away!
I have been quite prolific in these oddities of my un-artful production over the last few years of too much time on my hands, time, so they have covered most all holidays or seasons! They are meticulously kept in a box on a shelf in the garage!
On that not so true confession of time not so well spent… I shall continue.

I have been somewhat not forthcoming in the entertainment portion of this blog with my minutia of our armchair film critiques’ reviews, and so tonight I will rectify that.
Hubby and I are proud to announce, or perhaps ashamed that we have not been watching the basketball play offs of March madness, but instead have been watching a few flicks that were worth our and perhaps your attention?

The newest in the remakes of Three Musketeers circa 2011, was our pick for Thursday night and although they chose a very handsome cast it was too much action and not enough substance for me, but Hubby gave it his two thumbs up! See you have both a male and female take on these things!
The other one was last night Friday and it was the remake of Footloose circa 2011, with an enchanting cast of familiar characters, Denis Quaid, playing for him against type, as an uptight minister with a daughter, played by Julianne Hough of Dancing with the Stars and Grammy fame, who like most teens is slightly misdirected after her brother’s untimely death due to a horrendous car accident that kills him with four others of his classmates after leaving the senior dance three years previously and so the city led by her father ban dancing and instate strict curfews for all their teens…
In comes newcomer and interesting dancer, Ren McCormack played by Kenny Wormald who has been living up north in Boston and had moved down to be with his uncle after his Mom has died. He’s somewhat a rebel in this small Georgia town of Bomont, and gets himself accused of all sorts of things that he never did, not off to a very good start, but dancing means a lot to this young man and he does try hard to change things for this hole in a wall place that he has made as his home. In other words a good remake with even some of the old music that was in the original, and of course the title song…
Tonight we will be watching Hugo; I’ll get back to you on that, how about that another TRIFECTA!
More than likely many of you did see these films but if not you may want to try them with an open mind of your very own opinions; and write your own review?
Moving on…
We had our celebration of our own homemade corned-beef and cabbage tonight for Saint Paddy’s Day. We have a pressure cooker, and do cook in, and that is more often than not… I know lately it doesn’t seem that way, but seriously we do.

Any-who, I think I met my objections of tonight’s presumptions of what I wanted to accomplish, huh?
On that not too clear observation of mine with my own word trends, 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 your overages and we will too!

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

Friday, March 16, 2012

Bad news sometimes travels slowly...but does that mean bad Karma too?

Who believes in Karma?
Well, if you don’t know what it is than how could you believe in it? But I bet you do, i.e. really know.

Karma is defined best as: “1. Hinduism & Buddhism The total effect of a person's actions and conduct during the successive phases of the person's existence, regarded as determining the person's destiny.
2. Fate; destiny.
3. Informal A distinctive aura, atmosphere, or feeling: There's bad karma around the house today.”
Thanks to the freedictionary.com

With that said, no one can wish bad Karma on anyone, since it doesn’t work that way; according to the above meanings it seems to tell us that it is a done deal from the moment we exist on this plane or perhaps the ones before and after and how we personally act causes bad or good to occur?

And so, when I saw the bad news of a family member and his wife that just so happened to also be estranged from us, not our younger son, by the way, but relatives too, and that their business of only less than a year and a half in existence had succumbed to failure, my heart skipped a beat.
Sadly, I wished in my heart of hearts that it was a shocking thing to see, but no, I sort of expected it.
They chose a business that they had no experience in what-so-ever and that at the time made me wonder why they would do it.
Both had been in the field of education with never ever deviating from their occupations and were happily retired.
And the only experience they had in the business that they opened was being a customer for those types and liked what that was. Believe me when I say starting a business even when you have been to business school and know all the ins and outs is not as easy as it looks, and this is from someone who has been in three different ones with my best always partner Hubby!
When you invest in one with strangers like I know they did, or new friends too, I think, sometimes you are asking for trouble from the get-go, in my opinion.
No one knows each other that well and trust is as much an issue in a business partnership as in a marriage one.
When you have any ownership with your name on it, it is your reputation on the line, so you have to proceed with caution.
It is true that many a divorce has come out of a failed business as many of those businesses have also made those marriages stronger, it’s up to you and you know who.

Any-who, that was what was on my mind today, the fact that such well educated people with tons of money, but the need to have more…(not from teaching money, but from inheritance)
They appeared to want to parley it into a larger amount, for what?
They have three beautiful homes, no mortgages, and travel whenever they want, art work out the wazoo, you name it…
Some people are never ever satiated, thus the need for abundance that the woman in this relationship insists she was deprived of as a child and needs more, more, more… Sadly, when do people in the later end of their sixties know when enough is enough?
I don’t get it.
My need for things perhaps is not the same as others that did not have them as children, some say I was spoiled as a child since I appeared to have whatever I wanted, all right then… perhaps that is why I know when enough is enough too, and more is too much and unnecessary!
Just another un-requested opinion from a life observer.
When you are empty of something you need to fill that space and I suspect that is why so many feel ‘things’ are the answer.
But, in my opinion they are not; for whatever that is worth.

So now instead of making that investment into a larger one, they are now in the other direction of where they didn’t want to be and as I read online about the business they have many angry customers that they owe money to and they are not answering their phone, good grief; could they be out of funds? Nah, they are more resourceful than that, sure they are solvent and they will pay everyone that they owe!

Back to the Karma concept, I myself think that mine was determined for me to be anything but good or bad at any one time in my life’s cycle, got that? It keeps me on my toes to try harder when down and pull myself up. Trying to see the brighter side of things, my clichĂ© expression of making lemonade out of lemons…Why even yesterday’s ridiculous so-called, ‘ordeal’ of dealing with that jewelry store and owner; actually made me feel alive with getting my adrenalin going!

No, I am not of the faith that believes in Karma, but in some ways I do, ya know? Sure you do.
Many people have great Karma all of their lives and everything good appears to happen to them and sure we are all a bit jealous of them, but one day their Karma changes and OOPS they are like the rest of us!
Giggling is not polite in these situations, but go ahead if you too feel the need to do it; after all it is not that mean… and very natural to be that way.
Sort of like now they know how I feel slap in their face of reality!
It is about time…
On that, who was she referring to mysterious thought, 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 no one was harmed or even belittled in the publishing of this blog tonight, only factual details were reported by this author’s personal knowledge.

Thursday, March 15, 2012

Here's the word morning glory!

So okay, I skipped a day of newsworthy daily do’s and so today I am going to rectify that!
Yesterday, with determination I was going to do two important to me accomplishments.
Number one was to contact the store where we purchased our matching wedding bands when mine had to be cutoff last November due to me not knowing that it was only a temporary condition and having not yet being diagnosed with Hypothyroidism; which more than likely caused my fingers to be larger than ever before!
At first, since it had been quite some time I felt a wee bit guilty asking for the refund for the rings, but my Mother’s engagement ring and band fit back on my left hand, where my own had to be cut off, and sure enough when measured at the store back in November my slim size fives had gone up to sevens! But the ring we bought me, I suppose due to my medication working had my finger go down one size once again! So the one we bought, are you following this, but now was too big and so I wanted to return them, Hubby’s and mine we bought a matching set, and I did explain; we had kept the receipt and the box too!
The problem was that we were a month and six days past the allotted time for the return policy/agreement! (PS Walmart was the store, and thanks Assistant Manager Kevin for being so understanding.)
But kindly and considerably the assistant manager said that’s okay after I explained what had happened; he said sure bring them in!
And so we did for a full refund, I cleaned them well and they had no scratches at all and they could see that they were well cared for, and so all went well, hooray!
And so my number two accomplishment was with that refund that we received we were able to repair a whole bunch of jewelry, three rings and two necklaces that had been broken and the difference was only a little over fifty dollars more than what we paid for those other wedding bands, that were titanium and gold and not very expensive but unique in the fact that they looked like a gold and silver combo. Yesterday, though, we hit a glitch for after we decided to begin the return and repair project we called the jewelry store to make sure that the while you wait jeweler would be there to do the job. His wife said he was out but “should be back any minute” and that we should call before we come over, and so we went up to where the return was way up in the opposite direction and figured that we would call via cell phone every once in a while and the wife gave the same answer that “he should be there any minute!” This went on for about two hours and so we headed down there figuring that he “SHOULD BE THERE ANY MINUTE!” Hubby went in when we did arrive at their store and sure enough he wasn’t there but, “HE SHOULD BE THERE ANY MINUTE!”
So Hubby and I decided to find a lunch spot to wait and we did go over to one of our favorite delis in Punta Gorda, Hendrickson’s, an industrial stylized Irish deli.
So what do you order in an Irish deli, why, Cuban sandwiches of course, what are you crazy?
Kidding of course, but it is on their menu and so we did.
Killing time and when we got in the car before going the few blocks back to the jewelry store we called from our parking spot, PS not handicapped, to find out if the mysterious jeweler was in, and “he wasn’t coming in until tomorrow!”
Now most would have lost their cool by now and all I could bring myself to say to his wife was: well, that is not very nice, and continued on to say that we may have to find someone else to do our repairs, and I hung up.
What would you have done?
When we came home I called another one but their repair person was only in every other day and there were no guarantees that they wouldn’t have to send it out anyway…and so the only game in town/county that does fix jewelry while you wait had us in their presence after our lunch today. Hubby called and spoke with the jeweler who said that he was in and would be in all afternoon!
But………when we arrived, he wasn’t in at all, he was out!
But he had us, since his employee insisted he was only gone for a few minutes and would be right back!
Endurance and patience are my very often weaknesses these days especially and anger, used to give me a run for my money, but no, I was like a dog with a bone now… I wanted my jewelry fixed and he was going to do it by GOSH! If only in a few minutes or hours or days, what-have-you! He will, he will, he will!
And so now I sit here with all my old jewelry new once again, he even fixed Hubby’s original wedding band and the inscription on the inside that had been ruined when his had to be cut off due to him hurting his finger and it swelling, all fixed and all new looking and somehow worth the aggravation? I think not!
But in the end we got what we wanted and so did he, the jeweler that is, being the only game in county who fixes things as you wait…! And dare I say the name of that jewelry store was Star’s and they have been here forever…!

On that lesson of trying to be more than I can be patience wise but also proving that I am just as stubborn as many…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, share those overages and we will too!

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

PS Happy Birthday old chum and she did have a good one, for that I am sure!

Wednesday, March 14, 2012

In my humble opinion...

How many of you in your later years have said that the day of your birth should be treated as just another day with no fanfare for our individual day that we squeezed out from the womb of our loving Mothers? Too graphic sorry for any who felt that was… BUT TOO BAD! It is what it is…!
It is in my head of right now of why my reasoning full-out disagrees with that; that many think is an unselfish concept.

Not to be too maudlin but do any of us truly realize how long we have on this planet?
Lives are so fragile and should be celebrated daily!

One moment we are here and the next we may not be, true?
And I am not talking about fatal illnesses, why even healthy people can be hit by a truck or die in the blink of an eye!
I know what you are thinking; what a way to think?

Go with me here, have I ever steered you wrong?
Well, keep it to yourself if you feel I did and if not shout it to the world that I did not, but either way I will continue…!

If any of you out there have had a child or know a child you know how precious they are and that they are blessings, gifts, no matter what you believe, even the bratty ones, really! I should know that… why I was one, i.e. bratty and so the almighty bestowed me with one of my very own…i.e. a bratty child, let’s just say it is not number one son.
Moving on…

Put yourself in their place and think how that would sound to them… are you thinking…? PS I mean telling them that your/their birthday is just another day… now, do you get it?
Making us seem as individuals of no value on that day is to me very sad…
We all know that we are special and I am not just referring to the mentally or physically challenged folks, of course they are, but each of us and every living person on this planet are too!
You mean something, we all mean something and the world would not be the same without us in it!
I know some of us have not yet found out what that meaning is, but you will know when you see it, hear or feel it…PS I myself am still waiting…oh well…

So don’t ever lessen your significance on this globe by saying that the day you became you is not important enough to pay attention to!
Sorry pals, but our days are numbered, unless you or I have found a way to become immortal, so I say spread the word herald the day and make it count, yes each one that feels great, and especially that special day that you made your GRAND ENTRANCE, on YOUR BIRTHDAY!
And an enormous TA DA! (Which for any who may have forgotten, it is an exclamation used for anything, when you’re feeling that it is remarkable!)

I have many friends on Facebook and many birthdays that I herald daily and that makes me and them feel great to let all of them know how I truly feel that is that they popped out on their day, that SPECIAL DAY!

Days come and go and when they all seem the same we must find uniqueness in a few, at the very least the ones that represent our days of our loved ones special entrée into this one world that we all share! I say why not, it could be just another way to think out of the box, hmm?


I am pretty sure that I have given you all something to think about and you should and then go ahead and celebrate that next BIG DAY with the one or the many that you care about and feel so happy because you are here and we all CARE and when you do we do too, even when you don’t…
WE STILL DO!
So take that world!

And on that who knows what… 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 those overages and we will too!

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

Tuesday, March 13, 2012

I got the word...hummingbird!

Does anyone remember where that lyric is from?
I will help you, “Bye, Bye, Birdie!,” The telephone line song. Spreading gossip via the landlines… oh memories…
You see, I was a member of the off, off, off, etc… Broadway cast in Ridgewood New Jersey at the tender age of fifteen with my old chum from up north. The company was the Thunderbird Teen Corporation and we had a ball doing it!

It’s always refreshing to know that you were so wrong when you imagined things that are not right or true to your way of what you really want things to be, huh?

Fairly often I am on the wrong side of some things with how I figure many of life’s glitches out.
Getting things wrong is no fun at all.
But can be rewarding when you thought something bad had happened and find out that you were wrong about that, hmm?

And again I am proud to say that I was very wrong in my thinking that two people I email regularly were out to get me in a negative way, well not get me, but didn’t get me?
My old chum from up north apologized this morning for her computer was not functioning properly and her cell phone was MIA, and so she had to use her other phone to track it down; how many of us have been there and done that, now I ask you?

My French Canadian neighbor across the canal, also apologized for her French name for what we call Spam being even more insulting unbeknownst to us innocent Americans as an ‘undesirable file’ which is the English literal translation, not much we can do about that, oh no! That language is ancient I do believe or really old.
Not that the word for ours ‘SPAM’ sounds any better, perhaps a wee bit though, like that chopped ham canned stuff that some eat, personally I don’t recall ever trying it.
It is a hash is what I do believe it is, which in reality what in the world does that have to do with junk mail ala computer territorial files, really?

WORDS! Semantics, once again and how some misunderstandings, even wars have begun because of them!
Happily I am no warrior here, as we all know just a worrier, and ha to that!

So the home front has been quieter today and we can’t complain for that, but I know I do on occasion… life is a precarious situation when you awake daily to it… But it is never ever boring to the sheer fact that each one we come upon allows for us to make whatever we dare or care to of it, profound, hmm?
Nah, a filler of my word count, kidding; or am I?

Getting back to spreading gossip by teens with use of ye olde telephone in the home that at times was shared with others as ‘party lines’, and no they were no party! We never had one but my aunt and uncle did, with two teenage sons.
Mostly you had to check by listening to make sure some one else was not using the line if you had to make a call.
And the fact that was the only way to know for sure, caused many a person to pick up others gossip, purely by accident, maybe?
Any-who, those were the days, when the operators were alive people who you could ask them to connect them to your party or use your fingers to turn that dial around the base set, not computerized mechanical voices or people sitting in India or the Philippines … Oh no, the times were much different, you usually had only one phone that you had to take turns to use…I know, to kids today that may seem barbaric!
Not at all, we all were using the same simple way to communicate.
Although, there were many problems, since people can err, and human error or wrong connections or numbers were not much different than today…Geez, again the more things change the more they stay the same.
People all know that the game to have the newest and the best and the most of things is not new either… the expression, “Keeping up with the Joneses”, is as old as…1913 from a comic strip that appeared in the New York World and the cartoonist was, Arthur R. "Pop" Momand, how about them apples folks? To read more, copy and paste this site: http://www.answers.com/topic/keeping-up-with-the-joneses

On that my proof of nothing being truly that new in this world, except this offering of mine tonight :-)! Allow me to wish you all a very happy good night and 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?

Monday, March 12, 2012

Oddities in life, i.e. computer life that is...

Daily we make decisions to speak with people whether for personal or business or who knows what other reasons…
And my most common mode for communication is this techno marvel, since I do not have an IPHONE or IPAD or smart newer form of communication, but I don’t mind because this works for me.
And if it’s not broke; so as the expression goes, why fix it?
But over the last few days people, two of my often communication peeps have been finding either that they have not been receiving my emails or as the one from Canada said that it was going into her undesirable folder and she would write back asking me if these were from me.
I took it to mean as we call it here, her SPAM folder, and so I called her to suggest that perhaps she should adjust it?
Hubby took her side and said that was insulting to her as if she didn’t know how to use her computer, meanwhile I was still seething from being called undesirable! And I do know that sometimes things accidentally or on purpose by hitting it too soon could go there to the SPAM folder. Why I have accidentally even deleted things that I wanted.
MEN!
The other was that old chum from up north who said that she hadn’t heard from me since I told her that we would be going to the P-G party, which I told her was a festival, guess she was being sarcastic or perhaps funny, Punta Gorda, P-G? PS I sent her at least five emails since that one, all yesterday! Mostly because she was buying her mom a scooter from where I got mine and I thought she should invest in an extra battery since what happened to me at the festival with mine going dead. Thankfully due to Hubby’s recharging it fully, it seems to be holding a full charge now.
Am I taking all this way too seriously?
Probably, and that’s why I called her too, and she did not answer her cell phone and so I left a message and so I do believe there might be more going on than I realize here…
She did go to work this morning; she works part time and she did say that she did turn her computer off when she left. But that does not explain why no emails were received.
I suppose she no longer wants to renew our old friendship; for some reason that I don’t know why, but then why email saying that she hadn’t heard from me.

Gosh, I am baffled.
My world gets smaller each and every day…
And my sadness gets larger.

The last few years I stopped forwarding forwards most of the time, unless they are real funny, not political or biased in anyway! In those days I got back hate mail from those who disagreed when I mailed the ones that were biased to my liberal ways of thinking!

I found what makes one person laugh, makes another angry, sometimes and vice versa sometimes too.
We, as human beings are still so difficult to read and harder due to this thing not seeing your facial expressions or hearing your voice; as I said no Skype here either.
And in my present condition that’s just as well.

Yep, being in this house more often than not is hard to do.

Let me try to find the humor in all this… looking, wait, looking… looking; yep got it!

If I had not had anyone to speak with regularly at all… than I would have NOTHING TO BE UPSET ABOUT OR ABLE TO COMPLAIN ABOUT! TA DA!
Got that one out as a squeaker, hmm?

But really with me being way too sensitive to others attitudes and ways of expressing themselves in dealing with me that alone has given to me the ability to become more astute too in trying to communicate not as harshly over the last year or so, I do believe; a kinder gentler me, at least I hope so.
People don’t get it that with MS so many glitches in your brainwaves can be responsible for me behaving the way that I do.
Besides my atrocious grammar problems that also are responsible from leaving prepositions out too! More so than off, on, at, etc. Brain glitches are not that uncommon with Multiple Sclerosis or Dyslexia problems with transposing numbers and letters. I know it is due to the MS since I used to receive one hundreds, being the perfect grade on my spelling tests as a child in school and now I cannot recall many words… also I was pretty good in math too and now that’s gone by the wayside too!
And no, these problems are not from my age and I am not on the verge of dementia, since my neurologist specializes in that and we discussed that my mom’s sister had it that is Alzheimer’s.
So far, there are no indications of that, thankfully.

But I did inherit one of my mom’s bad things a true personality flaw, being a worrier, or worry wart, and that’s not good at all.
I still love and miss her though, and we all say that we will be or won’t be just like our parents, little do we realize at the time it is inevitable, we have their DNA!

On that more than you may have wanted know, but already did, she said what?
Allow me now to wish you all a very happy good night and to ask you all kindly count all your blessings and share those overages and we will too!

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

Sunday, March 11, 2012

Honesty is the best policy, or is it?

Couth is considered showing very good manners or great social sophistication…To me that reeks of snobbish dishonesty, to others it says polite, who’s right?
Since I do believe that it also means that lying to prevent hurt feelings is also preferable. To me, it gives me a nasty feeling in the pit of my stomach just thinking that people would be capable of not being honest all of the time, and I do know that it is true. Lying by omission is also very upsetting to me and should be omitted from people’s nature too!
I do know in my heart of hearts that it is important to be civil, but to what end, of dishonesty?

I am not a child anymore, but what happened to the teachings of Pinocchio and Mister Gepetto?
We as children all knew that if we told a lie that our noses would grow, and I am proud to say I still have a fairly little one, nose that is, to this day!
Is that why there is so much plastic surgery these days everyone going in to get rhinoplasty (nose jobs) for those way too long lying noses?
Come on folks, I am not saying you should be outright mean, but telling just the truth when asked would also be considered polite too in my book!

Over my many years on this planet people have lied to me and to me that is as if a knife had been stuck into my heart, figuratively speaking people, but you all knew that, true?
If not I will worry about you!



What brought this on, some might ask, well, to be honest watching the TV show Bones where the murder victim was involved in a seminar called, The Honesty Policy, where everyone there leaves their lies at the door and speak only honestly in the group.
I personally had not recalled seeing this episode before and found it fascinating, since I too believe in being sincerely honest. It did not work in the office/lab situations, that is always being honest, too much time was wasted and feelings hurt, but with the main character. Nicknamed Bones, who is a forensic anthropologist, thus the title, it has been her always persona, being a no baloney type of woman and was how she tackled her job without emotion just pure unadulterated honesty that was accepted by all her co-workers.

Moving on…
But there is more to this thinking all of the time woman than just stealing ideas for a blog from TV subject matter… Today we went out again, why it’s a trifecta in a good way, but with a slight glitch, now you tell me why would I do anything simple, really?

We went to the local annual Seafood Festival in River City AKA Punta Gorda, boat show, crafts, mostly jewelry etc. and Republican candidates accosting fair, teasing. I will get back to that later… Any-who, we arrived early due to my bright idea of being able to find a physically challenged parking spot and sure enough we did! Right up front with easy access, the entrance fee was supposed to be two bucks but no one there was asking, no body stopped anyone coming in and so we got in for free, but we were ready to pay the fee, but as I said no one was there to collect it!
And so we made the rounds checking all the offerings including Hubby looking at the cars and boats, forgot they also had cars there, but as you went to the right outer circle all the candidates, on a local level were there requesting you to sign their forms so the wouldn’t have to pay the seven thousand bucks to be on the ballot!
I cheerfully, as possible said that I would not sign anything without knowing the background of the person, and they mentioned that it was not a vote, but only so they could get on the ballot, yea with my personal info to get them there, hmm? I do not sign anything unless I have a full disclosure, since I was kid and signed something that got me into big trouble!
It was a petition to stop the Viet Nam War, and I thought that the organization was a democratic one, it was Students for a democratic society, but apparently it was a communist one, let’s just say I was seventeen and not that politically savvy and the FBI came to our home and all was cleared up! One lesson learned the hard way!
Scary, all I thought I was doing was signing that petition to stop killing my friends; some were pulled out of high school in those days if their draft number came up! But I was so wrong…
And I do believe that is why till this day I still do not sign ANYTHING without knowing all of the facts, okay?
No long nosey here!

Any way, where was I, oh that’s right we were making the rounds and killing time until lunch so that we could taste some of the tasty items that were offered at not too bad prices, and then my BLUE BEAUTY scooter, started to go slower and slower and it was going from the green zone to the yellow nearly in the red zone!
My battery was giving out and we were a bit of a trek even to our excellent parking spot, so I showed Hubby and we both came to the conclusion that sadly by eleven thirty our day out was not going to happen!
We retreated to the car, but Hubby felt he still wanted to provide a seafood meal we both seemed to desire, actually I think crave would be a better adjective.
And so he offered Red Lobster and so after getting some much needed gas at the most reasonable station @ 3.75 a gallon for regular, Racetrac, we went all the way up the other direction towards our mall where the restaurant borders the outer parking lot!
We both had the baked flounder with crab stuffing, Hubby had his black coffee with sugar and I had my usual unsweet iced tea with extra lemons, and all was right with the world once again! You see, Hubby could not find a handicap space that was open but it was just as well since up front, yes that is right, right in front of the door was one not too far that I was able to use my walker and go in! TA DA!

On that making lemonade out of lemons kind of day again, allow me to be the first to wish you all a very happy good night and ask you to kindly share all your blessings and don’t forget those overages and we will too!

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

Saturday, March 10, 2012

"No man is free who is not master of himself..."

Yes, if you guessed Chinese food delivered via China City tonight. I do believe that meant man or woman collectively; at least I should hope so, in this our 21st century!
Fortune cookies are so profound at times, or not.
“People rise to your expectations.”
Sounds so powerful and almost dictatorial, hmm?
Well, if it is a parental thing than, okay, we should all have our children listen to us, but then again why would we want for them not to think for themselves, no that is sooo wrong too!

Moving on…
I have found a jeweler in Punta Gorda that had fixed other jewelry a while back for us, while you wait and we were going to go there today, but of course something postponed it…
The automatic chlorinator in our pool didn’t seem to be working the pool had a nasty cloudy appearance to it and Hubby had to take it apart to clean it but it is nearly seven years old and we may have to get another one… Consequently, we are now in a wait and see mode. Meanwhile, Hubby improvised with a piece of netting and our very large chlorine tablets that he strung from the railing of the steps into the pool. He also bought heavy duty shocking liquid chemical and so it will take some time to work.
Any-way, we decided to go over to the jewelry store next week, and at the very least find out the prices for the repairs.

I did do something that I hadn’t done in quite sometime I found a couple (2) of summer short sleeved dresses and a cardigan online to purchase at a site called of all things: http://www.drleonards.com/ Have any of you used this site or this company before?

I sure hope they look good on me and fit right, Geez, what a chance I am taking, hmm?
Sort of exciting as if I am doing something dangerous! Sometimes we need that, hmm? Wild child that I am these days, as we both know that I am kidding…what happened to that girl or did she ever exist; NAH!
The company sounds legit and the shipping was free over a certain amount and I made that, but I am to get a ten dollar discount back too.
They are out of Edison New Jersey, and so how could you go wrong? LOL!
Being a New Jersey girl/woman/old lady, what-have-you, I guess I was a sucker for a hometown, not mine but I suppose it would be more right to say a home state business, we will see.
I charged it and with all my concerns I already spoke to customer service at my credit card company and they assured me not to worry, if for any reason something is askew I am protected and won’t have to pay, whew!
I just remembered it was nearly eight years since I bought clothes online!
We, Hubby and I, both have bought lotsa of other stuff, but not clothes.
The eating out seems to be going rampant, hmm?
With my weight concerns it seems rather wrong, but I had steamed shrimp with steamed Chinese vegetables called the dieter’s delight and Hubby had their barbecue ribs admittedly I stole a few, we did share the vegetables that also came with white rice but neither of us ate the rice.
Still quite a bit left for another meal though, you know it is always that way when we buy their sumptuous cuisine.
And the eating out thingy when you are unable to move as well as you would like to or stand for long at all, and guilt with having Hubby having to do meals much too often it is nice to have the break of no guilt with planning your daily sustenance every once in while, if not more often, hmm?
It is so much easier when you have barely any dishes to do and pots etc… you all know what I mean…as much as we both enjoy cooking and we really do, sometimes it is good to support local business and have that time off of preparation for other things, true? It saves utilities in your own home too, so it is green to do!
If you believe that one I’ve got some swamp land to sell you in Florida! Nope, it’s all built up and we don’t have any, anyway, wish I did before it got built up… like many places in good ole NJ too! Oh, of course, we still have the Everglades, here in Florida and they are a lot of swamp land there for your joy to visit!

On that something to consider, 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 share those overages and we will too!
See what a difference a day makes?

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

PS Just a friendly reminder:
Tonight is Daylight Saving’s and so we Spring ahead one hour remember all in these USA!

Friday, March 9, 2012

Having a bad day is the pits...

We all have them, and yes I mean you too.
Periodically I go so low my mind ends up in the doldrums, wherever they are, hmm?
Okay, now I got it the doldrums are sadness, how redundant of me, or melancholy, feeling dejected, depression and despair, you know it, unhappiness and despondency, not quite, pessimism, in my case fleeting, now I feel that I am not quite there totally yet.
And so I suppose there is hope for me, oh yes!

What you may be wondering would cause a chatty gal like myself to feel so very miserable?
Well, to be honest and you all know that I always am…I had to return my new clothing purchases from yesterday, they fit fine, but looked just awful…on my fatty self!
After, going to a crafts bazaar at the cultural center with more ideas for us to steal in our own creativity we ate lunch there too. I had shrimp bisque soup and a salad and Hubby had barbecue chicken and smashed red potatoes with steamed veggies, how healthy of him!
We drank our own waters, since there it is not taboo.
After that we stopped at the Trash or Treasure shop within the complex and they looked as if they had more items than the last time we were there, and they did. I mentioned to the man at the register as we paid for four small picture frames we had chosen at a grand total of $2.14 in total that it was good to see all the new items and I mentioned that I wrote a blog and said that they could use some more donations when we had been there the last time!
I had hoped that I was able to help in some small way, he said thank you but also asked me to tell anyone donating to make sure the items are in pristine condition, since people even on a budget want nice things. I guess this is that request, and so if you live here in Port Charlotte Florida or even nearby the Cultural Center of Charlotte County Florida could use your gently used things, okay?

From there I asked Hubby to take the short trek up to the Target store where I had been bombarded lately with one email after another with all their sales and specials!
And I though perhaps I could find something there to wear and not look like a blimp!
But no luck and I began spilling my heart out to two other larger women but neither was in a scooter, just big.
They seemed to find things for themselves that I felt were not right for me like stripes and too bright colors…
I stormed out on my mighty scooter very upset, how I wanted to crawl into a hole and scrunch up into a fetal position but my enormous tummy would not allow me to…
I’m so miserable and my clothes are shot, and to think I used to work in fashion and model too!
Sure I can dress myself when I am slim, and even the models I used in all the fashion shows I put together for the non-profits, but this me the one in the fat suit me…I really do just want to cry…
In days of yore, my yore, not yore, this would make me angry enough to do something and change it all!
But now I can’t even walk due to the parathesia and ataxia, and I can’t even sweat without ending up on IV steroids!
So I am angry, sure, but frustrated more so… and very, very sadden by what I’ve become.
Life was not supposed to be this hard, was it?
And I really, really wish I knew what to do, besides becoming a recluse and hiding this ugly form from the world, me without any hope…
Tell me this is just another aberration, please?
I need to know that it is worth my while to continue on…
Anyone have any ideas?
I have been to counseling and you know what?
Every time that I have gone, three times in all in my life they have told me that I have every right to be depressed, but not how to make it better, and I am the one who went to them for help, no one told me to go but myself, and I didn’t get any? Now what good is that?
The first time I went to a grief counselor after my Mom died suddenly when I was a young Mom myself of thirty- one, and was pronounce well after only a month of four sessions, then after the hurricane it was a trifecta due to the death of our Yorkie of sixteen years old in May, then estrangement from our youngest son in June, and the grand finale of Hurricane Charley in August!
I thought I had Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome and so I went to see a psychiatrist due to my own diagnosis no one else’s, and he was able to put me on Cymbalta, a medicine used now primarily for pain, but then it was new and also used for depression, may be now too and I was on it for three years… when I could no longer afford it; I then weaned myself off of it and I was cured!
The last experience again was my own doing with knowing about the frustration of dealing with my Multiple Sclerosis and hitting dead ends I wanted help again, and again with just a few visits with a government counselor I was pronounced well, but I could come back anytime if need be, so I was told.

Depression is a disease that comes with misery, a death of a loved one or even a long time pet, a job loss, a foreclosure etc. and a chronic or fatal illness and Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome comes with a shock, which having your house destroyed with you in it does qualify I do believe, and so there should be no shame in any of that!
Sure it makes us crazy those who go through any of it, but rightfully so, right?

And so when I think of how frivolous my worries over not being able to find something to wear is, I still cry and I am crying now…since I long for the old me the pretty slim happy me with a loving family with both of our sons always within our realm… of communication and …oh I don’t know what to say…

But good night to all and to all try to be all that you can be and I suppose for me I will have to resign myself to more of my constant limitations and accept who I am now.
I always have been able to fix things in the past and now I can’t anymore!
I suppose I should sleep on it, tomorrow is another day…
GRRR!

For you all please share all your blessings and those overages, and we will try too! Since I have survived so much this must be just another dip in my roller coaster ride that I consider my life, and welcome to it?

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

Speaking My Mind: Which way will the war go?

Speaking My Mind: Which way will the war go? :   My eyesight is going again... in case you missed it... Netanyahu snaps back against growing...