2/2/2018
I don't mean to beat a dead horse, but once again somebody who is "somebody" has committed suicide. And, when a famous person commits suicide, it's deemed newsworthy, and we can read or see all of the achievements this person had.
And, there's the common folk, whose suicide is only known to family and friends. I've checked Google and in 2014 there were 42,773 suicides, basically 1 a day. I think those numbers speak volumes about a disease, that no one can see. Sometimes, such as mine, depression grabs me and doesn't let go. To be sure, there are times when a depressed person's mental state is on an upward swing, and to coin my favorite phrase, life is "unicorns and rainbows". And then it's not. While sliding back down the hill, dark thoughts prevail and, while a person might try and fight this demon, they seldom win the battle.
Many people, me among them, take a number of pills to try and keep oneself from going into a downward spiral. People really do, I believe, want to try and understand what depression is, and why somebody can't beat it into submission. Since I have suffered on and off with depression for 30 plus years, I feel sure that I will continue to battle some form of depression, where I'm just a "little" depressed, or when depression is all consuming. And, I know that sounds deafest, but facts are facts. Myself, like countless others, fight every day to remain happy, if that's possible, or at the very least, calm.
I cannot predict what, why or whom, will start an onset of negative feelings, dark thoughts, and a lack of worthiness. I will tell you that, unfortunately, myself included, just have to ride out the current wave, until it's gone.
I believe that, while some people poo-poo mental illness of any kind, I can assure you that it's real and problematic for tens of thousands of people each year. What can you do? Just be our champion, listen to us when we rant, rave and cry. I, for example, want to be "cured" and live the rest of my life, at the very least, content.
P
Friday, February 2, 2018
Thursday, February 1, 2018
A New Month!
2/1/2018
Well, we've kicked January to the curb, and can't even begin to imagine what things are going to look like in February. We've got the Valentine Day going on. Men will rush around just before the 14th, to buy romantic cards, roses and candy. Those three things are like the trifecta of Valentine's Day!
What would I like to receive on Valentine's Day, other than crap loads of money, a steak. Yup, that's it. Jeff and I no longer buy steaks, but surely do enjoy them when we eat out, which isn't very often.
This has been a quiet week for us, as far as doctor appointments go. Starting next week, our calendar is beginning to fill up. The good thing about having Jeff work from home, is he can take a break now and again, to deposit me in a doctor's office. And, I suppose if he could find a quiet place, continue working. That's the beauty of working remote, you can take your laptop and literally work anywhere.
After I get dressed, it's back up to Jeff's office, to complete the end of year accounting. File this, mail that, pull out old tax related documents and put them in a folder appropriately named. By doing this, then there will be room for the more current documents. This work is very time consuming and frankly doesn't even register on the "fun" scale! Although, once every document has been put in binders, and my desk is clean again, there is a feeling of satisfaction for a job well done.
I think it would be a good idea to designate every Tuesday as "put your shred out" basket in the hall. If I shred weekly, and I do it before Ada comes on Wednesday, then shredding won't become a nightmare to finish. Yesterday, I filled up two large black trash bags with shredded material. When I empty the shredder, I always seem to get most of the shredded material in the trash bag, but, unfortunately, I always spill some of the shred on the floor.
It's a gloomy Gus kind of day. Probably not cold enough to snow, but it sure looks like it could. And there are many people, which includes Jeff, who would really like it to snow, and we're not talking about just a dusting either. As Scott would say, he would like "foots" of snow!
Talk to you later.
P
Well, we've kicked January to the curb, and can't even begin to imagine what things are going to look like in February. We've got the Valentine Day going on. Men will rush around just before the 14th, to buy romantic cards, roses and candy. Those three things are like the trifecta of Valentine's Day!
What would I like to receive on Valentine's Day, other than crap loads of money, a steak. Yup, that's it. Jeff and I no longer buy steaks, but surely do enjoy them when we eat out, which isn't very often.
This has been a quiet week for us, as far as doctor appointments go. Starting next week, our calendar is beginning to fill up. The good thing about having Jeff work from home, is he can take a break now and again, to deposit me in a doctor's office. And, I suppose if he could find a quiet place, continue working. That's the beauty of working remote, you can take your laptop and literally work anywhere.
After I get dressed, it's back up to Jeff's office, to complete the end of year accounting. File this, mail that, pull out old tax related documents and put them in a folder appropriately named. By doing this, then there will be room for the more current documents. This work is very time consuming and frankly doesn't even register on the "fun" scale! Although, once every document has been put in binders, and my desk is clean again, there is a feeling of satisfaction for a job well done.
I think it would be a good idea to designate every Tuesday as "put your shred out" basket in the hall. If I shred weekly, and I do it before Ada comes on Wednesday, then shredding won't become a nightmare to finish. Yesterday, I filled up two large black trash bags with shredded material. When I empty the shredder, I always seem to get most of the shredded material in the trash bag, but, unfortunately, I always spill some of the shred on the floor.
It's a gloomy Gus kind of day. Probably not cold enough to snow, but it sure looks like it could. And there are many people, which includes Jeff, who would really like it to snow, and we're not talking about just a dusting either. As Scott would say, he would like "foots" of snow!
Talk to you later.
P
Wednesday, January 31, 2018
To Shred, Or Not To Shred - That Is The Question!
1/31/2018
First, happy birthday Andrew. I don't know if you read my blog, but wanted to share my love for you publicly.
Back in the day, when you received mail, you chucked any mail you didn't want or need, into the trash can. And, while that's still an option today, it's one that most people no longer do. We are now bombarded with things like credit card applications, that unfortunately has your name and address on the mailing label, and must be destroyed. Hence, the shredder!
Yesterday, because I didn't have anything better to do, I went into Jeff's office to do some much needed filing. And, because I can't leave well enough alone, made the decision to purge old paid bills, bank deposit receipts, and literally crap loads of s***t that had to be shredded. I could have, at any point, stopped throwing everything and anything on the floor, but since I was on a roll, I continued.
When I was pretty much worn out, I scooped up all the stuff on the floor, and shoved everything in a black trash bag. My job today is to: sift through the bag and put the contents in two piles. One pile will be for anything that has no identifying name, address, etc. And the other pile, which will be much bigger, is for everything that does identify us. Now, we have a reasonable size shredder, but it will take me probably hours to shred all the documents. When shredding a bunch of paper, you have to pause periodically to allow the shredder to cool down.
So, as I sit in my office, and glare at the really full black trash bag, I know that there is no way out, the shredding must commence. The shredding isn't actually that bad. What is bad, is the emptying of the shredder. It seems that every time you empty the shredder, and it doesn't matter if you're careful, bit and pieces of paper float to the ground.
Not only will I enjoy that job (not really), but I also have to finish working with Jeff on the mailing of required end-of-the-year documents. Oh, and because that's not enough to do, I need to straighten up some parts of the house before Ada shows up this afternoon.
Meditation anyone?
P
First, happy birthday Andrew. I don't know if you read my blog, but wanted to share my love for you publicly.
Back in the day, when you received mail, you chucked any mail you didn't want or need, into the trash can. And, while that's still an option today, it's one that most people no longer do. We are now bombarded with things like credit card applications, that unfortunately has your name and address on the mailing label, and must be destroyed. Hence, the shredder!
Yesterday, because I didn't have anything better to do, I went into Jeff's office to do some much needed filing. And, because I can't leave well enough alone, made the decision to purge old paid bills, bank deposit receipts, and literally crap loads of s***t that had to be shredded. I could have, at any point, stopped throwing everything and anything on the floor, but since I was on a roll, I continued.
When I was pretty much worn out, I scooped up all the stuff on the floor, and shoved everything in a black trash bag. My job today is to: sift through the bag and put the contents in two piles. One pile will be for anything that has no identifying name, address, etc. And the other pile, which will be much bigger, is for everything that does identify us. Now, we have a reasonable size shredder, but it will take me probably hours to shred all the documents. When shredding a bunch of paper, you have to pause periodically to allow the shredder to cool down.
So, as I sit in my office, and glare at the really full black trash bag, I know that there is no way out, the shredding must commence. The shredding isn't actually that bad. What is bad, is the emptying of the shredder. It seems that every time you empty the shredder, and it doesn't matter if you're careful, bit and pieces of paper float to the ground.
Not only will I enjoy that job (not really), but I also have to finish working with Jeff on the mailing of required end-of-the-year documents. Oh, and because that's not enough to do, I need to straighten up some parts of the house before Ada shows up this afternoon.
Meditation anyone?
P
Tuesday, January 30, 2018
Alexa, Meditation and Filing
1/30/2018
What does Alexa and meditation to do with one another? Simple really. I suffer from anxiety and fret over stuff that I don't even know is going to happen to me. Basically, I just worry - a lot. Anxiety is not good for me, and perhaps more importantly, the people around me!
Yesterday, I was wrapped around the axle and Jeff suggested that I go downstairs, recline in my chair and have Alixa play some kind of soothing music for ten minutes. I asked Alixa to play ocean sounds and she did. Once the music started, I was still in an anxious mood, but then miraculously, my head went black, or blank if you prefer, and I was so relaxed that I fell asleep. After the music stopped, I asked Alexa to play the ocean sounds for another ten minutes. So relaxing, when you (and I) just let the worries of the world drift away, even if it's only for just a few minutes. Once my "time" was up, I felt relaxed and a bit refreshed. I couldn't even remember what had gotten me so worked up!
I know some people do yoga and practice meditation that way. They make some sounds that I can't type because I don't know the words, but perhaps it's nothing more than a bit of humming. Here's what I do know - if I even managed to sit on the floor, and if it was possible for me to cross my legs (what a joke), then it was time to "unfold" yourself, they would have to bring in somebody who could lift my now paralyzed off the floor. I know that being on the ground/floor whatever, means that I must have some kind of stool that I can crawl to, so that I can stand up. That whole process is not pretty, I can tell you that for sure!
So instead of taking a mid-day Xanax, I can now let Alexa change my level of anxiety from pretty high to a much lower level, and that is surely a good thing.
I'm going to be put "to sleep" for two procedures in February. I don't necessarily want to count backwards from ten, so that the doctor can tell if I'm asleep I guess. Nope, I want a shot before I go into the operating room, so that everything I see and hear is a bit fuzzy. You know what I'm talking about, the room is out of focus and people are talking and their voices seem to be loud (but in reality they are not), and then there's nothing.
Yesterday, I worked in Jeff's office, sorting papers into piles for filing or shredding. So today, I have to go back into the office, and actually file those documents. Jeff and I actually save most things, and some of those things are irrelevant. I mean, how long are we going to hang onto paid utility bills? Keeping credit card statements makes sense, so that you can go back, if you need to, and see when and how much you paid for something. In 1974, when we were first married, the filing of documents was quick and easy. Fast forward 40 plus years, and now there's a whole lot of documents. Argh! How did our life get so much more complicated, paper wise? I don't have an answer to that, I just know that it's happened. I can't even imagine what our bills will look like, say in twenty years. Perhaps by then, everything you receive will be electronic, and you'll have a robot (ha) who'll handle incoming paper.
P
What does Alexa and meditation to do with one another? Simple really. I suffer from anxiety and fret over stuff that I don't even know is going to happen to me. Basically, I just worry - a lot. Anxiety is not good for me, and perhaps more importantly, the people around me!
Yesterday, I was wrapped around the axle and Jeff suggested that I go downstairs, recline in my chair and have Alixa play some kind of soothing music for ten minutes. I asked Alixa to play ocean sounds and she did. Once the music started, I was still in an anxious mood, but then miraculously, my head went black, or blank if you prefer, and I was so relaxed that I fell asleep. After the music stopped, I asked Alexa to play the ocean sounds for another ten minutes. So relaxing, when you (and I) just let the worries of the world drift away, even if it's only for just a few minutes. Once my "time" was up, I felt relaxed and a bit refreshed. I couldn't even remember what had gotten me so worked up!
I know some people do yoga and practice meditation that way. They make some sounds that I can't type because I don't know the words, but perhaps it's nothing more than a bit of humming. Here's what I do know - if I even managed to sit on the floor, and if it was possible for me to cross my legs (what a joke), then it was time to "unfold" yourself, they would have to bring in somebody who could lift my now paralyzed off the floor. I know that being on the ground/floor whatever, means that I must have some kind of stool that I can crawl to, so that I can stand up. That whole process is not pretty, I can tell you that for sure!
So instead of taking a mid-day Xanax, I can now let Alexa change my level of anxiety from pretty high to a much lower level, and that is surely a good thing.
I'm going to be put "to sleep" for two procedures in February. I don't necessarily want to count backwards from ten, so that the doctor can tell if I'm asleep I guess. Nope, I want a shot before I go into the operating room, so that everything I see and hear is a bit fuzzy. You know what I'm talking about, the room is out of focus and people are talking and their voices seem to be loud (but in reality they are not), and then there's nothing.
Yesterday, I worked in Jeff's office, sorting papers into piles for filing or shredding. So today, I have to go back into the office, and actually file those documents. Jeff and I actually save most things, and some of those things are irrelevant. I mean, how long are we going to hang onto paid utility bills? Keeping credit card statements makes sense, so that you can go back, if you need to, and see when and how much you paid for something. In 1974, when we were first married, the filing of documents was quick and easy. Fast forward 40 plus years, and now there's a whole lot of documents. Argh! How did our life get so much more complicated, paper wise? I don't have an answer to that, I just know that it's happened. I can't even imagine what our bills will look like, say in twenty years. Perhaps by then, everything you receive will be electronic, and you'll have a robot (ha) who'll handle incoming paper.
P
Monday, January 29, 2018
Birthday and Grammies - Oh What A Night!
1/29/2018
Yesterday, under the cover of rain, Jeff and I drove to Andrew's house (and the girls too), to help celebrate his birthday which will be on Wednesday. Each year, I update the next year's calendar with important events, and birthdays being one. And, I had written down that Andrew would be 36 this year - ah, minor correction - he's going to be 38. How is it possible that I, his mother, missed a couple of years! Maybe, I lost some years, to keep me from getting older! Good luck with that my friends. As surely, as the earth revolves, unfortunately so do you, it's just a fact so you have to learn to live with it.
I had written a brief compilation of Andrew's life, up to this point for him. I read it aloud at dinner, even the "mom" gushes. I think he liked it, and I did at the end, put in a disclaimer something like this "the old gray mare ain't what she used to be", in case I had forgotten some important milestone or memory along his journey.
Dinner was very nice and low key. Hamburgers, fries, corn casserole and the pineapple casserole that Jeff made, were all tasty and Stacey had brownies (yummy) and cheesecake for dessert. Ah, if you know me at all, you know that I wanted a brownie first. Love, love chocolate! The cheesecake was good too, and I knew it would be, so I had a "sliver" (okay, maybe just a bit more than a sliver) just to make sure! I don't know about you, but I never say no to a dessert!
While we were eating and talking about this and that, the "girls" were outside, more or less, playing and running with Andrew's three big dogs. When you're sitting at the table, his dogs are tall enough to actually put their heads on the table. Our dogs, not so much. After the girls had been running around Andrew's enormous yard, it was a very quiet ride home. They were all tuckered out.
Once at home, I had already scheduled my week's television shows on my Tivo. The usual Sunday night shows were pre-emptied (is that a word?) by the Grammy's. Jeff and I gave up listening to what we call new music a long time ago. As teenagers of the 60's, when lyrics could be understood, find the current music of today, not worth listening to. Remember: this is just my opinion, so don't send me hate mail. (smiley face here). The only name I recognized, and I don't particularly know why was Bruno Mars. What kind of songs he sings I have no idea. I've just seen his name pop up as a guest on late night talk shows.
Since Jeff and I wouldn't be watching Madam Secretary, a favorite show of ours, I had to get creative about our Sunday night line-up. I firmly believe that I'm the Queen of the Tivo, and knew that I would find some show to fill up Sunday night. And, I, of course did. Ah, but some of those shows are cooking shows, which makes Jeff crazy!
In an effort to keep my anxiety levels under control, I have Alza (or however you spell it), play sounds of the ocean while I was sitting in my chair. While listening, I let my mind go black and before you can count 1 to 3, I'm so relaxed that I fall asleep. I'm embarrassed by the fact that some days I don't actually get dressed until noon. But, my argument with myself is that I'm not expecting any company, and I'm certainly not going anywhere, so in reality what does it matter?
This week is going to be a quiet week, as far as appointments go. Starting next week, I have several doctor and dental visits that are going to chew up time on the calendar, before my surgery on the 27th. You may notice a brief period of time after the 27th, where I might not feel up to blogging. But, don't worry, if I miss a day or two. I'll get back in my chair just as soon as I can.
Today is gloomy, so I turned on my SAD light to try and keep me upbeat. Winter time is not my friend. I need sunshine all year round. If I don't have "x" amount of light, either natural or man made, I can get a "wee" (actually more than a wee) bit cranky. And, nobody wants to see me cranky, not even myself.
Today is fold up laundry day, which I really don't like to do. But, leaving clothes in the dryer, will solve nothing. Eventually, the clothes have to come out, or Jeff and I will not have much, or anything, left to put on. And, that my friends is not a pretty picture, I can assure you.
Checking on the Internet, and find out that today is "National Puzzle" day. I am not a puzzle putter-together kind of person, unless the clues are really simple, like "The capital of Maryland, for instance is ?) Kudos to all of you who are successful in putting these kind of puzzles together.
Okay friends, I'm going to have to leave you now. I hope the sun is shining where you are, and that you are or will have a good day.
P
Yesterday, under the cover of rain, Jeff and I drove to Andrew's house (and the girls too), to help celebrate his birthday which will be on Wednesday. Each year, I update the next year's calendar with important events, and birthdays being one. And, I had written down that Andrew would be 36 this year - ah, minor correction - he's going to be 38. How is it possible that I, his mother, missed a couple of years! Maybe, I lost some years, to keep me from getting older! Good luck with that my friends. As surely, as the earth revolves, unfortunately so do you, it's just a fact so you have to learn to live with it.
I had written a brief compilation of Andrew's life, up to this point for him. I read it aloud at dinner, even the "mom" gushes. I think he liked it, and I did at the end, put in a disclaimer something like this "the old gray mare ain't what she used to be", in case I had forgotten some important milestone or memory along his journey.
Dinner was very nice and low key. Hamburgers, fries, corn casserole and the pineapple casserole that Jeff made, were all tasty and Stacey had brownies (yummy) and cheesecake for dessert. Ah, if you know me at all, you know that I wanted a brownie first. Love, love chocolate! The cheesecake was good too, and I knew it would be, so I had a "sliver" (okay, maybe just a bit more than a sliver) just to make sure! I don't know about you, but I never say no to a dessert!
While we were eating and talking about this and that, the "girls" were outside, more or less, playing and running with Andrew's three big dogs. When you're sitting at the table, his dogs are tall enough to actually put their heads on the table. Our dogs, not so much. After the girls had been running around Andrew's enormous yard, it was a very quiet ride home. They were all tuckered out.
Once at home, I had already scheduled my week's television shows on my Tivo. The usual Sunday night shows were pre-emptied (is that a word?) by the Grammy's. Jeff and I gave up listening to what we call new music a long time ago. As teenagers of the 60's, when lyrics could be understood, find the current music of today, not worth listening to. Remember: this is just my opinion, so don't send me hate mail. (smiley face here). The only name I recognized, and I don't particularly know why was Bruno Mars. What kind of songs he sings I have no idea. I've just seen his name pop up as a guest on late night talk shows.
Since Jeff and I wouldn't be watching Madam Secretary, a favorite show of ours, I had to get creative about our Sunday night line-up. I firmly believe that I'm the Queen of the Tivo, and knew that I would find some show to fill up Sunday night. And, I, of course did. Ah, but some of those shows are cooking shows, which makes Jeff crazy!
In an effort to keep my anxiety levels under control, I have Alza (or however you spell it), play sounds of the ocean while I was sitting in my chair. While listening, I let my mind go black and before you can count 1 to 3, I'm so relaxed that I fall asleep. I'm embarrassed by the fact that some days I don't actually get dressed until noon. But, my argument with myself is that I'm not expecting any company, and I'm certainly not going anywhere, so in reality what does it matter?
This week is going to be a quiet week, as far as appointments go. Starting next week, I have several doctor and dental visits that are going to chew up time on the calendar, before my surgery on the 27th. You may notice a brief period of time after the 27th, where I might not feel up to blogging. But, don't worry, if I miss a day or two. I'll get back in my chair just as soon as I can.
Today is gloomy, so I turned on my SAD light to try and keep me upbeat. Winter time is not my friend. I need sunshine all year round. If I don't have "x" amount of light, either natural or man made, I can get a "wee" (actually more than a wee) bit cranky. And, nobody wants to see me cranky, not even myself.
Today is fold up laundry day, which I really don't like to do. But, leaving clothes in the dryer, will solve nothing. Eventually, the clothes have to come out, or Jeff and I will not have much, or anything, left to put on. And, that my friends is not a pretty picture, I can assure you.
Checking on the Internet, and find out that today is "National Puzzle" day. I am not a puzzle putter-together kind of person, unless the clues are really simple, like "The capital of Maryland, for instance is ?) Kudos to all of you who are successful in putting these kind of puzzles together.
Okay friends, I'm going to have to leave you now. I hope the sun is shining where you are, and that you are or will have a good day.
P
Sunday, January 28, 2018
Getting Hip?
1/28/2018
My "fashion plate" days have been over for a very, very long time. Kudos to the person who invented elastic, and a further thank you to the companies who started making clothes with elastic waists. Yipee.
I know that the new fashion trend, and perhaps it's more than a trend, is for tunic tops over leggings. I have been against tunic tops, because they encase, if you will, a major flaw, which is to say my bottom.
And, although everybody wears leggings, and perhaps some people shouldn't, I decided to buy a pair. I opted for plain black leggings in a size larger than I wear. I didn't want my leggings, when I wore them outside of the house, to show off my "dimples" or any other unattractive adjectives used to describe my body! Okay, the leggings arrived yesterday, and I put them on - not too bad. They are not skin tight, which is a good thing, but their not saggy/baggy either. And, yes I broke down and bought some tunic tops. I believe that you should accent the positive, and particularly the bottom half of me, isn't really a positive! Just saying. You can always rely on me to write the truth, or the truth as I remember (sketchy memory getting involved in remembering).
Jeff and I, along with the girls, are going to Andrew's house today for a birthday party for him. His birthday is actually on the 31st, which is in the middle of the week. So, we could party before or after his birthday. For Andrew's birthday, I have written a compilation of some of the events of his life. I am fairly certain that I have forgotten some events, but I did my best.
We're bringing a pineapple casserole. Jeff is making the dish, because I tend to not always get the recipe right. He measures correctly, and I don't always. So, at the moment, Jeff cooks and I clean up. I am eternally grateful for the care Jeff gives me. Prior to surgery, he'll make sure that we are stocked up on pre-made meals.
It's raining outside, but not cold. When it's raining, I can tell if the girls actually went outside - wet paws!
Time to put myself together. Happy Sunday everyone.
P
My "fashion plate" days have been over for a very, very long time. Kudos to the person who invented elastic, and a further thank you to the companies who started making clothes with elastic waists. Yipee.
I know that the new fashion trend, and perhaps it's more than a trend, is for tunic tops over leggings. I have been against tunic tops, because they encase, if you will, a major flaw, which is to say my bottom.
And, although everybody wears leggings, and perhaps some people shouldn't, I decided to buy a pair. I opted for plain black leggings in a size larger than I wear. I didn't want my leggings, when I wore them outside of the house, to show off my "dimples" or any other unattractive adjectives used to describe my body! Okay, the leggings arrived yesterday, and I put them on - not too bad. They are not skin tight, which is a good thing, but their not saggy/baggy either. And, yes I broke down and bought some tunic tops. I believe that you should accent the positive, and particularly the bottom half of me, isn't really a positive! Just saying. You can always rely on me to write the truth, or the truth as I remember (sketchy memory getting involved in remembering).
Jeff and I, along with the girls, are going to Andrew's house today for a birthday party for him. His birthday is actually on the 31st, which is in the middle of the week. So, we could party before or after his birthday. For Andrew's birthday, I have written a compilation of some of the events of his life. I am fairly certain that I have forgotten some events, but I did my best.
We're bringing a pineapple casserole. Jeff is making the dish, because I tend to not always get the recipe right. He measures correctly, and I don't always. So, at the moment, Jeff cooks and I clean up. I am eternally grateful for the care Jeff gives me. Prior to surgery, he'll make sure that we are stocked up on pre-made meals.
It's raining outside, but not cold. When it's raining, I can tell if the girls actually went outside - wet paws!
Time to put myself together. Happy Sunday everyone.
P
Saturday, January 27, 2018
A Beautiful Day In The Neighborhood!
1/27/2018
It's Saturday, which is always welcome, but today the sky is super blue. A good day for a top down ride. Jeff is going to the airport to do something with the plane. Afterwards, he'll do some grocery shopping. We are really trying not to keep buying stuff that we already have.
For instance, one of my casserole dishes calls for corn flakes on top. Okay, when you go to the store, there are no small boxes of corn flakes, so you have to buy a big box. While trying to organize the pantry, which is a huge feat, I found three boxes of flakes! Argh. When I went with Stacey to Target, I bought a huge glass jar, that is super heavy. I was able to get two full boxes in the jar and most of the third box. Now, I am happy knowing that I do have corn flakes, and that they are in a glass jar. I don't know about you, but sometimes when I store something in a plastic container, after awhile, the food begins to taste/smell like plastic. Jeff tells I'm nuts, and of course, everybody knows that, but I swear I can tell.
A slow day here at the hacienda. The girls and I just had a short snooze, so now I'm refreshed (not really) and raring to go! Laundry and a bit messy kitchen are calling.
Tomorrow, we're going out to Andrew's house to celebrate his birthday. Stacey had to remind me (and I know that's sad), how old he is going to be on the 31st. Both Scott Andrew and Benjamin are growing up faster than I want them to. Cuz you know the older they get, well let's just say I'm not getting any younger!
My friend told me that there is another book about Trump coming out on Monday. I have pre-ordered it for my Kindle. I would like to have been able to buy the book, an actual hold-in-your hand book, but these days my ability to see written things, is getting to be a problem. I know this loss of vision has something, or maybe everything, to do with my cataract. But, there's only just so much I feel I can do in one year. I'll probably have my vision checked next year. I have bought enough magnifying glasses, to have at the ready, whenever I need to read something smaller than I can readily see. God, I hate growing old. It's not so much the calendar flipping over each year, as much as it is, the "stuff" that's breaking down. Joints start popping, random spots start appearing, and you wonder where have the spots been, before showing up on your skin! Gray hair that refuses to cooperate, and scraggly hair that grows on your face. Yuck.
I've been buying some loose-fitting tunic tops to wear after surgery. I also have bought myself a pair of leggings. There is a lot wrong with my bottom half, but I see big women in the store wearing them. I've ordered a bigger size than I think I need, so we'll see what happens when they arrive. If nothing else, I might get a good laugh, when I look at myself! And, if you can't laugh at yourself, then there's a problem.
I am scheduling appointments for the early part of February, so that I feel "pretty". I'm going to have my hair cut short and get a pedicure and some waxing. The last thing I want is after I go to sleep, that somebody should say (and I know they won't), good grief look at her chin hairs! Horrors. And, for all you guys out there, including you Jeff, women really do fret about such minor details.
Here's what I do know for sure: I will be sore (ya think?) after surgery and will most likely have to wear a back brace for some period of time, so I want some soft and rather flowy (and yes I know that's not an actual word, but it should be) tops. Said tops are not going to be particularly figure flattering, but I've reached the "what do I care" attitude when it comes to clothes.
Okay, "ancient and old") woman signing off. Dirty clothes and dishes beware, because I'm coming for you!
P
It's Saturday, which is always welcome, but today the sky is super blue. A good day for a top down ride. Jeff is going to the airport to do something with the plane. Afterwards, he'll do some grocery shopping. We are really trying not to keep buying stuff that we already have.
For instance, one of my casserole dishes calls for corn flakes on top. Okay, when you go to the store, there are no small boxes of corn flakes, so you have to buy a big box. While trying to organize the pantry, which is a huge feat, I found three boxes of flakes! Argh. When I went with Stacey to Target, I bought a huge glass jar, that is super heavy. I was able to get two full boxes in the jar and most of the third box. Now, I am happy knowing that I do have corn flakes, and that they are in a glass jar. I don't know about you, but sometimes when I store something in a plastic container, after awhile, the food begins to taste/smell like plastic. Jeff tells I'm nuts, and of course, everybody knows that, but I swear I can tell.
A slow day here at the hacienda. The girls and I just had a short snooze, so now I'm refreshed (not really) and raring to go! Laundry and a bit messy kitchen are calling.
Tomorrow, we're going out to Andrew's house to celebrate his birthday. Stacey had to remind me (and I know that's sad), how old he is going to be on the 31st. Both Scott Andrew and Benjamin are growing up faster than I want them to. Cuz you know the older they get, well let's just say I'm not getting any younger!
My friend told me that there is another book about Trump coming out on Monday. I have pre-ordered it for my Kindle. I would like to have been able to buy the book, an actual hold-in-your hand book, but these days my ability to see written things, is getting to be a problem. I know this loss of vision has something, or maybe everything, to do with my cataract. But, there's only just so much I feel I can do in one year. I'll probably have my vision checked next year. I have bought enough magnifying glasses, to have at the ready, whenever I need to read something smaller than I can readily see. God, I hate growing old. It's not so much the calendar flipping over each year, as much as it is, the "stuff" that's breaking down. Joints start popping, random spots start appearing, and you wonder where have the spots been, before showing up on your skin! Gray hair that refuses to cooperate, and scraggly hair that grows on your face. Yuck.
I've been buying some loose-fitting tunic tops to wear after surgery. I also have bought myself a pair of leggings. There is a lot wrong with my bottom half, but I see big women in the store wearing them. I've ordered a bigger size than I think I need, so we'll see what happens when they arrive. If nothing else, I might get a good laugh, when I look at myself! And, if you can't laugh at yourself, then there's a problem.
I am scheduling appointments for the early part of February, so that I feel "pretty". I'm going to have my hair cut short and get a pedicure and some waxing. The last thing I want is after I go to sleep, that somebody should say (and I know they won't), good grief look at her chin hairs! Horrors. And, for all you guys out there, including you Jeff, women really do fret about such minor details.
Here's what I do know for sure: I will be sore (ya think?) after surgery and will most likely have to wear a back brace for some period of time, so I want some soft and rather flowy (and yes I know that's not an actual word, but it should be) tops. Said tops are not going to be particularly figure flattering, but I've reached the "what do I care" attitude when it comes to clothes.
Okay, "ancient and old") woman signing off. Dirty clothes and dishes beware, because I'm coming for you!
P
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