Wow. Stuff has happened. And when I say “Stuff,” it's with the capital S. It is not my Stuff, so I am not at liberty to say what happened, nor to whom. However, what I can say is that the offending party is a child, an idiot and a selfish sunamabitch. (From now on, we shall refer to the selfish sunamabitch as The Idiot, because it's easier to type and it REALLY applies. And “Troglodyte Child” is just far too complimentary.)
This Stuff is a pretty big thing for me, even though it's not happening TO me, and so most of my energy outside of caretaking for Pop is currently directed towards offering support for my friend, and trying to figure out what the blankety-blank was going on in the mind of The Idiot that they would handle things so poorly. Then again, after applying a moniker like The Idiot, I should stop trying to figure out how they think, because obviously, they're not thinking. If they WERE thinking, they wouldn't have pulled half of the nonsense they did. (And yes, I am playing the pronoun game as a way to protect identities, not because I don't know my English grammar.)
I am absolutely furious that anyone, ANYONE would treat my friend the way that The Idiot has, and I very much want to lash out. However, what I need to remember is that as much as my friend is grieving over this painful situation, it is something that they chose to go through, and that they are learning a LOT about life through this experience. In that respect, this is turning out to be a Very Useful Experience. Also, Law of Attraction states that the more I focus on The Idiot's foul behavior, the more I draw people like that into my life, and I really don't need any of that at the moment.
So, I am letting go. I am supportive of my friend, and helping them take as many lessons from this experience as they can handle, and the rest I let go. It's not my shite to deal with, so there's no need for me to call it to myself.
And honestly, since Saturday (when this all began), my friend has been dealing with all of it admirably well, getting stronger and more self-assured with each passing hour. I am very proud of them. (GAH! I hate the pronoun game. It is so clumsy.)
But the point of all this, is that outside of this drama, there is very little going on in my life that doesn't take place at the conversational level of a two-year-old. So this is much more interesting to talk about... And I'm turning into a gossip. Blech.
Hmm. I really need something to capture my interest... that or I need to get out more.
Speaking of getting out more, today at the library, one of the full-time staff members expressed a wish that I could work there at the very least part-time. I am not adverse to getting paid to do what I'm doing. I only wish I had the hours. BUT this does bode well for the someday when I will need to have an income again. :)
Anyway, yeah. That's me.
Peace.
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Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Saturday, July 19, 2008
I Am Truly Blessed
So, the other day I was telling Blade my Tale Of Woe about how I couldn't go see Batman... and tears were streaming down my face. Mebbe, I thought, Just mebbe this is a bigger deal than I originally thought. I should Do Something. So I called a friend and basically arranged it so that I could go see Batman today. And all is right with the world. :)
It was good. I am grateful I was able to go. It was also very dark and intense. And I think I like it more, now that it has settled into my bones.
After the movie, I had enough time to fill up my gas tank and then book it back home.
From the time I left the gas station, I have been fielding phone calls. (Actually, my first phone call-- not counting my sister calling right at midnight-- was at 11:00 this morning.) When I got home, I found a gazillion emails and birthday cards and wishes. And I've been on the phone ever since. I guess it's a good thing I didn't plan on much more than a movie. ;)
Oh, yeah. I feel the love. I have the most amazingest, awesomest (like a hotdog!) friends and family. You made my day. No, really.
Thank you.
And now, I leave you with this thought for the day, because it's Muppets, I just discovered it today, and I just can't resist.
Peace and love.
It was good. I am grateful I was able to go. It was also very dark and intense. And I think I like it more, now that it has settled into my bones.
After the movie, I had enough time to fill up my gas tank and then book it back home.
From the time I left the gas station, I have been fielding phone calls. (Actually, my first phone call-- not counting my sister calling right at midnight-- was at 11:00 this morning.) When I got home, I found a gazillion emails and birthday cards and wishes. And I've been on the phone ever since. I guess it's a good thing I didn't plan on much more than a movie. ;)
Oh, yeah. I feel the love. I have the most amazingest, awesomest (like a hotdog!) friends and family. You made my day. No, really.
Thank you.
And now, I leave you with this thought for the day, because it's Muppets, I just discovered it today, and I just can't resist.
Peace and love.
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Awesome Hotdogs
I've been dreading this week. Not so much for the getting a year older thing. Actually, that part I generally look forward to. Like a fine wine, I think I'm better as I age. No, the reason I've been dreading this week is... Friday. I've already posted about how I'm not going to be able to be able to celebrate the birthday properly (on the day of), and what it comes down to, is that most days I don't mind being alone-ish. But I don't like being alone on my birthday. I don't like having nothing to do, no one to see and nowhere to be. It's not just my birthday, really. Holidays in general. I don't want to be alone on a day that should be celebrated.
This last weekend, I had a royal pity party for myself. All I was missing was the crown. ;) I even started feeling sorry for myself about the winter holidays. The LAST thing I want to do is spend this coming December the same way I did the last-- worrying over/waiting for Pop to recover from surgery and pining away for family all of whom (with the exception of Pop, of course) are in other states, if not another country. And here's me, tied to this house, unable to get away. Honestly, I doubt that any of them will be able to make it this year either. Oh, yes. This last weekend, I put myself in a fine funk.
And you know what? Something good did come out of it. (Whodathunkit?) I realized that thinking like that will only bring on more of the same, so I decided to change my thinking. Instead of feeling sorry for myself, I decided to do something to improve my situation.
Well, there's not much I can do about throwing myself a birthday party this year. It's a bit late. And truly, Saturday will be absolutely wonderful, getting to spend time with almost all of my favorite east coast people, so I don't REALLY have room to complain anyway. And as for the winter holidays, I am going to surround myself with as many of my friends as I possibly can. And to give me something to look forward to, I'm going to throw a small, intimate Yule party for my nearest and dearest. I may not be able to see all my family, but it doesn't mean that I can't feel the love.
Also, when I spoke to my sister the other day, I told her it was of the utmost importance that she call me on Friday. And she promised she would.
AND THEN!!! My super genius Daddy and Stepmom sent me an early birfday pressie: an awesome (like a hotdog) bread machine!!!! SQUEEEE!!!! I'm making my very first loaf right now: French bread. It won't be baguette, because it's in the wrong shape, but it should taste the same. OMG! Excited am I. (Have I mentioned excited?)
And today, I did my first stint as a volunteer at the library. Organizing the SciFi/Fantasy books = fun. People are lazy and put stuff in the wrong places, BUT I found a bunch of books I wanna read... when I'm done with what I'm reading right now.
Organizing the children's reference section = not so fun. Besides the fact that small children have NO CONCEPT of filing/putting things in order, I didn't find any books I wanted to read there. Started at the end and worked my way up, so when I left, I was still sifting through American history and forms of terrorism. I kid you not. Even so, it was incredibly fulfilling to see what a mess it started out as, and how tidy I was able to get my one little section. Although, I will say this: I need to start doing Yoga again.
So, oddly enough, I would say this week is off to a far better start than I expected. And as soon as I gets me my Frrrrrench Brrrrread, I'm gonna go have toast and jam!
OMG! My bread machine even has a setting to make jams and preserves! And BAGELS!@!!! (Not at the same time, but I hear that's coming in a later model.)
And now, I leave you with this thought for the day:
Peace.
This last weekend, I had a royal pity party for myself. All I was missing was the crown. ;) I even started feeling sorry for myself about the winter holidays. The LAST thing I want to do is spend this coming December the same way I did the last-- worrying over/waiting for Pop to recover from surgery and pining away for family all of whom (with the exception of Pop, of course) are in other states, if not another country. And here's me, tied to this house, unable to get away. Honestly, I doubt that any of them will be able to make it this year either. Oh, yes. This last weekend, I put myself in a fine funk.
And you know what? Something good did come out of it. (Whodathunkit?) I realized that thinking like that will only bring on more of the same, so I decided to change my thinking. Instead of feeling sorry for myself, I decided to do something to improve my situation.
Well, there's not much I can do about throwing myself a birthday party this year. It's a bit late. And truly, Saturday will be absolutely wonderful, getting to spend time with almost all of my favorite east coast people, so I don't REALLY have room to complain anyway. And as for the winter holidays, I am going to surround myself with as many of my friends as I possibly can. And to give me something to look forward to, I'm going to throw a small, intimate Yule party for my nearest and dearest. I may not be able to see all my family, but it doesn't mean that I can't feel the love.
Also, when I spoke to my sister the other day, I told her it was of the utmost importance that she call me on Friday. And she promised she would.
AND THEN!!! My super genius Daddy and Stepmom sent me an early birfday pressie: an awesome (like a hotdog) bread machine!!!! SQUEEEE!!!! I'm making my very first loaf right now: French bread. It won't be baguette, because it's in the wrong shape, but it should taste the same. OMG! Excited am I. (Have I mentioned excited?)
And today, I did my first stint as a volunteer at the library. Organizing the SciFi/Fantasy books = fun. People are lazy and put stuff in the wrong places, BUT I found a bunch of books I wanna read... when I'm done with what I'm reading right now.
Organizing the children's reference section = not so fun. Besides the fact that small children have NO CONCEPT of filing/putting things in order, I didn't find any books I wanted to read there. Started at the end and worked my way up, so when I left, I was still sifting through American history and forms of terrorism. I kid you not. Even so, it was incredibly fulfilling to see what a mess it started out as, and how tidy I was able to get my one little section. Although, I will say this: I need to start doing Yoga again.
So, oddly enough, I would say this week is off to a far better start than I expected. And as soon as I gets me my Frrrrrench Brrrrread, I'm gonna go have toast and jam!
OMG! My bread machine even has a setting to make jams and preserves! And BAGELS!@!!! (Not at the same time, but I hear that's coming in a later model.)
And now, I leave you with this thought for the day:
Peace.
Saturday, July 12, 2008
When Is the Proper Time for a Gala?
I have been handed a sacred duty. West Coast BFF (aka Arcana) is getting married and has asked me to be a bridesmaid. I'm so honored and excited to be able to fulfill this role. :) A lot of girls think being a bridesmaid is simply wearing a dress and standing next to the bride on the Big Day, but it's so much more. You become a confidante, emotional support, a sounding board, a resource and a member of the team in charge of stress relief for one very special, frazzled lady. It's a big job, and I'm honored to have been asked.
The uniform representing this sacred duty should be fairly easy to find, since in this case there are just very simple instructions: an all-black cocktail dress, knee length. Beyond that, I can choose whatever dress I want. I'm really grateful she's chosen to go this route, because all of the bridesmaids have different body shapes, tastes and, well, budgets. This way, we can each wear what suits our own personalities the best. Plus, it also means we don't have wear some cookie-cutter design from David's Bridal. (I really don't like their dresses for plus sizes, mostly because I'm not flat as a board!)
I'll admit that when Arcana first told me this, I was apprehensive. I mean, I don't live in Los Angeles anymore. I don't think there are even any stores around here that carry just formal wear... except David's Bridal. (Have I mentioned I don't like them?) Little flickers of panic started dancing in the back of my brain, but I shushed them, thinking instead, of how awesome I will look when I'm wearing The Perfect Dress, and how I will be able to stand proudly at her side (or wherever she puts me) on her Big Day.
Right, I thought. I'd better get started early. The way I figured it, I had two options: shopping online or in person. Hmm... challenging choice. On the one hand, I don't like buying clothing over the Interwebby. I'm not good at eyeballing clothing from a 2x3 picture to tell if it is appropriate and if it'll fit me. The descriptions never tell you what the material feels like, and they almost never offer anything that would fit both my waist and my boobs. And quite honestly, I don't want to be throwing money into shipping (and possibly return shipping.) I want my dress in hand the day I pay for it. With sleeves. And a design that will look good on MY body type. (I'm so picky, huh? Well, dammit, this is for a special event. If I've been given free reign to look good, then I want to Look Good.)
The other option is to Go Shopping. Yeah... See, I live in West Virginia. And while I live smack-dab between the first and third largest cities in the state, that's really not saying much. At all. Today, I went up to Parkersburg (3rd largest), and visited numerous department stores, only to be told every single time, “Formal wear? Prom season's over. You can check the clearance rack, but I don't think there's anything left in your size.” They were right. There wasn't.
I felt myself starting to revert back about 10 years, to a time before my ex-husband showed me how to go clothes shopping. (Yes, that's right. I was SO BAD at shopping for clothes, I needed a man to show me how to do it properly. Granted he was raised by a single Mom, but still.) It wasn't that my taste had reverted, just an awful doom-of-ugly-clothing despair was rising in my throat. I wasn't sure if I wanted to cry or throw up. This was even worse than trying on every dress in the store and not fitting into any of them. There weren't any dresses left for me to try on!
As a last resort, I went to Lane Bryant (the fat lady store) to see if they either carry something I could use (they don't) or if any of the sales girls had ideas on where I could go instead. They suggested their website (of course) and David's Bridal. -sigh-
You know, there are a ton of stores back in LA that I could wander into, and they'd have exactly what I'm looking for. Grrrr.
Anyway, I walked out of that last store, my eyes glistening. If only, I thought. If only I knew someone who can sew, so that I can tell them what I want my dress to look like and then... Waitaminute. I know how to sew.
That's right! There is a third option! We (Americans) never think about it anymore, because we are so used to just buying things off the shelf, but it is possible for me to make my own dress, to my size, with my specifications, and I can get exactly what I want. Now, I am by no means an expert seamstress, but I have made my own formal wear before, and not to toot my own horn or anything, but people were impressed with A) my dress and B) the fact that I made it myself. And, as I always say, if I've done it once, I can do it again.
With that thought in mind, I dashed off to my local fabric store and within an hour, I had two designs picked out. One of them is even a VINTAGE design from the 1950s, when designers were still making clothing for women with CURVES!!! The other one, to be blunt, will be easier for me to make.
LOL In one moment's flash of inspiration, I went from having NO OPTIONS to too many!
I have to admit, I'm a little nervous about making a dress for myself, but I think I can pull it off. For one thing, I've got time. For another, before I cut an INCH from whatever fabric I choose, I'm going to make a muslin, which means I'm going to cut out and sew the entire dress in a thin, cheap cotton, just to make sure it fits properly. Then, when the muslin is fitted perfectly, I'll take it apart, and use THOSE pieces as my pattern.
Okay, yeah. I'm nervous, but I'm really excited! This is the kind of thing you read about in Regency Romances... having a dress tailor-made to your own body!
So, yeah. Problem solved. :)
... It just makes me wonder. I mean, I know there are wealthy people out here-- folks who would have a reason to wear formal wear: politicians (state capital, hello!), mine & factory owners and who knows what else. So, when all these fine folk decide to get together and have a shindig, do they only hold their galas during Prom season?
Peace.
The uniform representing this sacred duty should be fairly easy to find, since in this case there are just very simple instructions: an all-black cocktail dress, knee length. Beyond that, I can choose whatever dress I want. I'm really grateful she's chosen to go this route, because all of the bridesmaids have different body shapes, tastes and, well, budgets. This way, we can each wear what suits our own personalities the best. Plus, it also means we don't have wear some cookie-cutter design from David's Bridal. (I really don't like their dresses for plus sizes, mostly because I'm not flat as a board!)
I'll admit that when Arcana first told me this, I was apprehensive. I mean, I don't live in Los Angeles anymore. I don't think there are even any stores around here that carry just formal wear... except David's Bridal. (Have I mentioned I don't like them?) Little flickers of panic started dancing in the back of my brain, but I shushed them, thinking instead, of how awesome I will look when I'm wearing The Perfect Dress, and how I will be able to stand proudly at her side (or wherever she puts me) on her Big Day.
Right, I thought. I'd better get started early. The way I figured it, I had two options: shopping online or in person. Hmm... challenging choice. On the one hand, I don't like buying clothing over the Interwebby. I'm not good at eyeballing clothing from a 2x3 picture to tell if it is appropriate and if it'll fit me. The descriptions never tell you what the material feels like, and they almost never offer anything that would fit both my waist and my boobs. And quite honestly, I don't want to be throwing money into shipping (and possibly return shipping.) I want my dress in hand the day I pay for it. With sleeves. And a design that will look good on MY body type. (I'm so picky, huh? Well, dammit, this is for a special event. If I've been given free reign to look good, then I want to Look Good.)
The other option is to Go Shopping. Yeah... See, I live in West Virginia. And while I live smack-dab between the first and third largest cities in the state, that's really not saying much. At all. Today, I went up to Parkersburg (3rd largest), and visited numerous department stores, only to be told every single time, “Formal wear? Prom season's over. You can check the clearance rack, but I don't think there's anything left in your size.” They were right. There wasn't.
I felt myself starting to revert back about 10 years, to a time before my ex-husband showed me how to go clothes shopping. (Yes, that's right. I was SO BAD at shopping for clothes, I needed a man to show me how to do it properly. Granted he was raised by a single Mom, but still.) It wasn't that my taste had reverted, just an awful doom-of-ugly-clothing despair was rising in my throat. I wasn't sure if I wanted to cry or throw up. This was even worse than trying on every dress in the store and not fitting into any of them. There weren't any dresses left for me to try on!
As a last resort, I went to Lane Bryant (the fat lady store) to see if they either carry something I could use (they don't) or if any of the sales girls had ideas on where I could go instead. They suggested their website (of course) and David's Bridal. -sigh-
You know, there are a ton of stores back in LA that I could wander into, and they'd have exactly what I'm looking for. Grrrr.
Anyway, I walked out of that last store, my eyes glistening. If only, I thought. If only I knew someone who can sew, so that I can tell them what I want my dress to look like and then... Waitaminute. I know how to sew.
That's right! There is a third option! We (Americans) never think about it anymore, because we are so used to just buying things off the shelf, but it is possible for me to make my own dress, to my size, with my specifications, and I can get exactly what I want. Now, I am by no means an expert seamstress, but I have made my own formal wear before, and not to toot my own horn or anything, but people were impressed with A) my dress and B) the fact that I made it myself. And, as I always say, if I've done it once, I can do it again.
With that thought in mind, I dashed off to my local fabric store and within an hour, I had two designs picked out. One of them is even a VINTAGE design from the 1950s, when designers were still making clothing for women with CURVES!!! The other one, to be blunt, will be easier for me to make.
LOL In one moment's flash of inspiration, I went from having NO OPTIONS to too many!
I have to admit, I'm a little nervous about making a dress for myself, but I think I can pull it off. For one thing, I've got time. For another, before I cut an INCH from whatever fabric I choose, I'm going to make a muslin, which means I'm going to cut out and sew the entire dress in a thin, cheap cotton, just to make sure it fits properly. Then, when the muslin is fitted perfectly, I'll take it apart, and use THOSE pieces as my pattern.
Okay, yeah. I'm nervous, but I'm really excited! This is the kind of thing you read about in Regency Romances... having a dress tailor-made to your own body!
So, yeah. Problem solved. :)
... It just makes me wonder. I mean, I know there are wealthy people out here-- folks who would have a reason to wear formal wear: politicians (state capital, hello!), mine & factory owners and who knows what else. So, when all these fine folk decide to get together and have a shindig, do they only hold their galas during Prom season?
Peace.
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
Outta My Hands
Well, I filed my very first police report today, seeing as how Vicodin is a controlled substance and all. The officer was very nice, and thought of a couple suspects I hadn't originally considered. He doesn't think someone just broke into the house to steal the meds, because they would have take the whole bottle and not left any behind. That's a relief, because it means the neighborhood hasn't completely imploded, but it also means the thief was someone who had access to the house, which is infinitely sad.
In the meantime, I've done what I can. I have locked away ALL of his drugs where only I know where they are. It's sad that I have to do this, but until this is resolved, I don't want anything else going missing. And just in case, I'm making double-extra sure the house is locked down before going to bed. (Very sad day. I feel like I'm back in Los Angeles.)
On the bright side, I had my second jaunt out into the Real World. Very exciting. I can see myself running out of stuff to do pretty quick, though. It's a bummer the local library closes at 5.
And I did the math. It looks like I will NOT be able to go see Batman for my birthday after all-- at least, not easily. It runs too long, and I won't be able to get back to the house in time. Besides, Castle requested the day off of work so he could come with me, and his work denied him. Poo. I COULD go alone (and will probably have to), but it's much more fun to go with someone. I'm not giving up, though. I really, really, really wanna see it. So, I'll figure something out. I've been planning to go since they first announced it was coming out on my birthday-- back when I was still working for Expedia.
So, yeah. That's me in a nutshell. Off to bed.
Peace.
In the meantime, I've done what I can. I have locked away ALL of his drugs where only I know where they are. It's sad that I have to do this, but until this is resolved, I don't want anything else going missing. And just in case, I'm making double-extra sure the house is locked down before going to bed. (Very sad day. I feel like I'm back in Los Angeles.)
On the bright side, I had my second jaunt out into the Real World. Very exciting. I can see myself running out of stuff to do pretty quick, though. It's a bummer the local library closes at 5.
And I did the math. It looks like I will NOT be able to go see Batman for my birthday after all-- at least, not easily. It runs too long, and I won't be able to get back to the house in time. Besides, Castle requested the day off of work so he could come with me, and his work denied him. Poo. I COULD go alone (and will probably have to), but it's much more fun to go with someone. I'm not giving up, though. I really, really, really wanna see it. So, I'll figure something out. I've been planning to go since they first announced it was coming out on my birthday-- back when I was still working for Expedia.
So, yeah. That's me in a nutshell. Off to bed.
Peace.
Sunday, July 6, 2008
My Poor Apple Tree (and Other Yard News)
There's an apple tree outside my bedroom window. Sometime earlier this year, I noticed that one of the branches has been reaching out into the neighbor's yard-- directly over their power cables. Not good. So, I've been trying to figure out what to do about it-- obviously, that branch needed to be hacked, but with something so delicate, I didn't think this would be a good time for me to learn. I mean, if I f'd up, the neighbors would no longer have power. Not good.
The other day while I was talking with Ro's husband, Cutter, who has been helping me revamp the yard, he noticed that the tree has split in half near the base. You know that branch hanging over the neighbor's wires? Yeah... Apparently, all it would take is a stiff wind in the right direction to not only bring down that branch, but half the damn tree.
Today, Cutter broke out the chain-saw and tar, and we put our heads together on exactly how to surgically remove the part that looked ready to break off. While we were examining the tree, we noticed that the tree had been split once before-- there was a big hole near the base-- and was literally rotting from the inside out. On closer examination, we found what looks like two separate trunks that grew together. One of them was completely rotten, and the other still had its trunk fully intact. At first, Cutter thought we could just remove the rotten one altogether, but because they had grown together, the healthy one was still leaning on what was left of the dead one.
In the end, Cutter removed what he could of the dead half, tarred what was still alive, and scooped out (with BARE HANDS, mind) most of the rotten wood.
Of course, I didn't think to take Before pictures. That would imply that I know what I'm doing. But here are the After pictures.
So, here's what my apple tree looks like now:
Close up of where it was cut. Notice the trunk itself had started to rot through.
Innards we scooped out with bare hands...
This half seems to still be healthy with a full trunk wrapping around it, even inside...
Here's what's left of the dead half. Anyone want some apple wood? I hear it's really good for cookouts. Fragrant.
In other news, I've had some work done on the lawn. Most of it was upkeep that should have been done years ago, but wasn't because A) Pop stopped being capable some time ago and B) because I didn't know it was needed until I started looking.
The brick flower box on the front porch was caving out. Once again, no Before photo. Here's how he replaced it with treated wood:
Cutter gave me some Marigolds from the store to put in the planter, and then I planted a bunch from seed. I think you can tell the difference.
Grandma had a rose bush here, right next to the driveway. Riiight where a passenger would get out of the car and get caught on the thorns. Honestly, I don't know WHY she planted it there. As a kid, I got caught/cut on that thing so many times.
Cutter helped me transplant it. No blooms right now. I think it's having some culture shock from being moved.
He also gave me a baby pumpkin that was randomly growing in his yard-- from the seeds from last year's pumpkins when the kids did jack-o-lanterns. It's still getting used to its new home and putting it's roots back down, but soon it'll be sending vines all OVER the bed!
And! Gratuitous shot of my foxglove. Again, planted by seed by me, last year and FINALLY! this year starting to grow. Hmm. Mebbe next year I'll get even more?
Another thing Cutter helped me with was to get rid of a bunch of (ugly) bushes my grandma-- or mebbe Pop?-- had planted in front of the house. Perhaps at one time they had been well shaped and purposeful, but now... they're history! Instead, Cutter got some (free!!!) lilac cuttings from his neighbor and planted them under both windows and between! Next year, when winter has finally passed and we can open the windows, we'll be smelling lilacs! You can also see the placement of my foxglove and pumpkin, as well as the recycled stones from the old front porch planter now used to line a flower bed!
And since we're on the topic of growing things, let me show you an update on my garden! :) But I'm not excited or anything. Heh.
I've got lots of corn. This is not “corn on the cob” corn-- not even popcorn, but the kind that you see hung on people's doors for Thanksgiving-- the multi-brown kind. Much better for grinding into cornmeal than eating straight. Apparently it has a lovely, nutty flavor. Can't WAIT to find out!
Here's my one sunflower! And more corn.
The tomatoes have finally started coming up. I'm going to have to stake them soon, so that they don't fall over and rot.
And some beans are showing up. I have no idea what kind.
My cabbages are starting to form heads! I hope I don't find any babies in there, but if I do, I'm sure they'll have a tattoo of Xavier Roberts on their butts.
And my lettuces are fully formed.
Check it out! Three heads growing together.
And finally, there's a Thing growing next to my grapevine. I don't know WTF it is, but it's already taller than me. Any thoughts?
Anyways, yay for my garden! You know, back when I started my Great Experiment, one of the things I wanted was lots of lovely plants for the faeries to play in. I think we're getting close, eh? :)
Peace.
The other day while I was talking with Ro's husband, Cutter, who has been helping me revamp the yard, he noticed that the tree has split in half near the base. You know that branch hanging over the neighbor's wires? Yeah... Apparently, all it would take is a stiff wind in the right direction to not only bring down that branch, but half the damn tree.
Today, Cutter broke out the chain-saw and tar, and we put our heads together on exactly how to surgically remove the part that looked ready to break off. While we were examining the tree, we noticed that the tree had been split once before-- there was a big hole near the base-- and was literally rotting from the inside out. On closer examination, we found what looks like two separate trunks that grew together. One of them was completely rotten, and the other still had its trunk fully intact. At first, Cutter thought we could just remove the rotten one altogether, but because they had grown together, the healthy one was still leaning on what was left of the dead one.
In the end, Cutter removed what he could of the dead half, tarred what was still alive, and scooped out (with BARE HANDS, mind) most of the rotten wood.
Of course, I didn't think to take Before pictures. That would imply that I know what I'm doing. But here are the After pictures.
So, here's what my apple tree looks like now:
Close up of where it was cut. Notice the trunk itself had started to rot through.
Innards we scooped out with bare hands...
This half seems to still be healthy with a full trunk wrapping around it, even inside...
Here's what's left of the dead half. Anyone want some apple wood? I hear it's really good for cookouts. Fragrant.
In other news, I've had some work done on the lawn. Most of it was upkeep that should have been done years ago, but wasn't because A) Pop stopped being capable some time ago and B) because I didn't know it was needed until I started looking.
The brick flower box on the front porch was caving out. Once again, no Before photo. Here's how he replaced it with treated wood:
Cutter gave me some Marigolds from the store to put in the planter, and then I planted a bunch from seed. I think you can tell the difference.
Grandma had a rose bush here, right next to the driveway. Riiight where a passenger would get out of the car and get caught on the thorns. Honestly, I don't know WHY she planted it there. As a kid, I got caught/cut on that thing so many times.
Cutter helped me transplant it. No blooms right now. I think it's having some culture shock from being moved.
He also gave me a baby pumpkin that was randomly growing in his yard-- from the seeds from last year's pumpkins when the kids did jack-o-lanterns. It's still getting used to its new home and putting it's roots back down, but soon it'll be sending vines all OVER the bed!
And! Gratuitous shot of my foxglove. Again, planted by seed by me, last year and FINALLY! this year starting to grow. Hmm. Mebbe next year I'll get even more?
Another thing Cutter helped me with was to get rid of a bunch of (ugly) bushes my grandma-- or mebbe Pop?-- had planted in front of the house. Perhaps at one time they had been well shaped and purposeful, but now... they're history! Instead, Cutter got some (free!!!) lilac cuttings from his neighbor and planted them under both windows and between! Next year, when winter has finally passed and we can open the windows, we'll be smelling lilacs! You can also see the placement of my foxglove and pumpkin, as well as the recycled stones from the old front porch planter now used to line a flower bed!
And since we're on the topic of growing things, let me show you an update on my garden! :) But I'm not excited or anything. Heh.
I've got lots of corn. This is not “corn on the cob” corn-- not even popcorn, but the kind that you see hung on people's doors for Thanksgiving-- the multi-brown kind. Much better for grinding into cornmeal than eating straight. Apparently it has a lovely, nutty flavor. Can't WAIT to find out!
Here's my one sunflower! And more corn.
The tomatoes have finally started coming up. I'm going to have to stake them soon, so that they don't fall over and rot.
And some beans are showing up. I have no idea what kind.
My cabbages are starting to form heads! I hope I don't find any babies in there, but if I do, I'm sure they'll have a tattoo of Xavier Roberts on their butts.
And my lettuces are fully formed.
Check it out! Three heads growing together.
And finally, there's a Thing growing next to my grapevine. I don't know WTF it is, but it's already taller than me. Any thoughts?
Anyways, yay for my garden! You know, back when I started my Great Experiment, one of the things I wanted was lots of lovely plants for the faeries to play in. I think we're getting close, eh? :)
Peace.
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
IS Life a Banquet?
It's about time for a check-in on my Great Experiment. I've come quite a ways since I first began at the top of 2007, not because there are even more things on my wish list that I can check off, although that is the case, but because I'm better understanding what to wish for. But I'm getting ahead of myself. :)
Let's look at the list. Hmm.
1.My weight/size is still unsatisfactory, but I think that's because there are deeper issues than what I've dealt with so far. And, too, because I'm just not getting exercise at the moment.
2.My lover. Heh. This one is complicated. I am amazed to say that I do have a lover who fits the description almost exactly. The thing is, I don't think he's someone I'll ever marry, which is what I thought I was looking for when I wrote the description. But the thing that I find fascinating, is that A) I don't have the time or energy to devote to a marriage-type relationship and B) the relationship that I do have with Castle is perfect for both of us right now. Who knows what will happen as things change?
3.My manuscript. Yeah. Not done yet.
4.People like my writings. I'd say so. Nobody's paid me for them. Yet.
5.Prosperity keeps popping up in unexpected ways. Hoo, yes! When I first wrote that, I was still working the night shift at a job that I didn't like (LOVED the people, hated the job). I couldn't have even imagined getting all my bills paid for just staying home all day. But that's exactly what I do. Okay, I do a little bit more than that, but yanno.
6.Joyous all the time? No. Joyous a LOT more than I used to be? Abso-frackin'-lutely!!!
7.My home is clean, tasteful and inviting. Hmmm. Moving on...
8.I get a lot done in one day. Short of having a day with no sleep, I'd say so. It's not the kind of “chicken with the head cut off” running around I had always associated with “getting stuff done,” but stuff still gets done.
9.The best in life comes easily to me. Well, I'm sitting here, at the keyboard of my beautiful, beloved, souped-up iMac, in a room filled with books and movies I love, two silly, flying monkeys sprawled across beautiful sheets, and three days ago I took a tele-seminar on how different personalities draw wealth to themselves differently. Am I there yet? No. But I am definitely on the road.
10.Proud of my decisions? Yes. The guilt is gone. I've learned to take responsibility for my choices, and in doing so, I think I'm making better ones. :)
11.Hmm. No kids. For the moment, I'd like to keep it that way.
12.Again, no kids.
13.Career? No career. And for the moment, THAT'S FINE. I'll get there eventually, when I'm done with this.
14.Gardens! HaHA! Yes, I am growing gardens, both front and back. (More of that throw seeds in the ground and hope for the best attitude.) Magickal faerie lands? Not yet. Give it another year or so. (If I was a more dedicated gardener, I might have been able to pull it off, but as it is, I'm relying heavily on Mom Nature, and she does things in her own time.)
15.Flying monkeys are at an all time high on the behavior-o-meter! I've even taken them for some midnight walks without the leash and they haven't run off or ANYthing. I am VERY proud of them.
16.I'm in control of my life? Actually, I am. I just never thought I'd be choosing some of the things I do. Heh.
17.No renovations to the house. Yet.
18.Positive outlook? MUCH easier for me. (But having enough sleep helps. I tend to get a little crazy when I don't get my sleeps.)
19.Haven't made it back to the UK with Squeaky yet. Grr.
Well now, it looks like I've got some serious updating to do on my list. Which is excellent, isn't it?
But then, some serious updating to my list is the other thing I wanted to talk about. Recently, I've been thinking, “Why do I have these things on my list?” And the answer was, “Because they'll make me happy.” But then the next question is, “Why do I need things to make me happy? Why can't I just put 1. I love being happy on my list and let that be it? I mean, the Universe-- or God or Bubba or whatever you want to call this Loving Energy that makes the Law of Attraction work-- seems to know better than I how things will work out. Wouldn't it know what would make me happy better than I?
Then again, there's a part of me that doesn't want to give up the Stuff on my list. I mean, after all, I like having stuff. And there's at least one item that I made a promise about. For my own sense of self, I need to keep it. Still in all, though, I think there's some pruning to be done. I've got my car. I've got a lover. I've got some gardens growing. I've got the sun in the mornin' and the moon at night. ;)
So, to answer the question put in title, yes. Life IS a banquet. The Great Experiment is turning in positive results. Slowly but surely.
Hmm. Yes. Update to list is needed. Time to change the menu a bit. ;) Later. It's time for bed now. G'night!
Peace.
“Life's a banquet, and most poor sons of bitches are starving to death!”
- Auntie Mame
Let's look at the list. Hmm.
1.My weight/size is still unsatisfactory, but I think that's because there are deeper issues than what I've dealt with so far. And, too, because I'm just not getting exercise at the moment.
2.My lover. Heh. This one is complicated. I am amazed to say that I do have a lover who fits the description almost exactly. The thing is, I don't think he's someone I'll ever marry, which is what I thought I was looking for when I wrote the description. But the thing that I find fascinating, is that A) I don't have the time or energy to devote to a marriage-type relationship and B) the relationship that I do have with Castle is perfect for both of us right now. Who knows what will happen as things change?
3.My manuscript. Yeah. Not done yet.
4.People like my writings. I'd say so. Nobody's paid me for them. Yet.
5.Prosperity keeps popping up in unexpected ways. Hoo, yes! When I first wrote that, I was still working the night shift at a job that I didn't like (LOVED the people, hated the job). I couldn't have even imagined getting all my bills paid for just staying home all day. But that's exactly what I do. Okay, I do a little bit more than that, but yanno.
6.Joyous all the time? No. Joyous a LOT more than I used to be? Abso-frackin'-lutely!!!
7.My home is clean, tasteful and inviting. Hmmm. Moving on...
8.I get a lot done in one day. Short of having a day with no sleep, I'd say so. It's not the kind of “chicken with the head cut off” running around I had always associated with “getting stuff done,” but stuff still gets done.
9.The best in life comes easily to me. Well, I'm sitting here, at the keyboard of my beautiful, beloved, souped-up iMac, in a room filled with books and movies I love, two silly, flying monkeys sprawled across beautiful sheets, and three days ago I took a tele-seminar on how different personalities draw wealth to themselves differently. Am I there yet? No. But I am definitely on the road.
10.Proud of my decisions? Yes. The guilt is gone. I've learned to take responsibility for my choices, and in doing so, I think I'm making better ones. :)
11.Hmm. No kids. For the moment, I'd like to keep it that way.
12.Again, no kids.
13.Career? No career. And for the moment, THAT'S FINE. I'll get there eventually, when I'm done with this.
14.Gardens! HaHA! Yes, I am growing gardens, both front and back. (More of that throw seeds in the ground and hope for the best attitude.) Magickal faerie lands? Not yet. Give it another year or so. (If I was a more dedicated gardener, I might have been able to pull it off, but as it is, I'm relying heavily on Mom Nature, and she does things in her own time.)
15.Flying monkeys are at an all time high on the behavior-o-meter! I've even taken them for some midnight walks without the leash and they haven't run off or ANYthing. I am VERY proud of them.
16.I'm in control of my life? Actually, I am. I just never thought I'd be choosing some of the things I do. Heh.
17.No renovations to the house. Yet.
18.Positive outlook? MUCH easier for me. (But having enough sleep helps. I tend to get a little crazy when I don't get my sleeps.)
19.Haven't made it back to the UK with Squeaky yet. Grr.
Well now, it looks like I've got some serious updating to do on my list. Which is excellent, isn't it?
But then, some serious updating to my list is the other thing I wanted to talk about. Recently, I've been thinking, “Why do I have these things on my list?” And the answer was, “Because they'll make me happy.” But then the next question is, “Why do I need things to make me happy? Why can't I just put 1. I love being happy on my list and let that be it? I mean, the Universe-- or God or Bubba or whatever you want to call this Loving Energy that makes the Law of Attraction work-- seems to know better than I how things will work out. Wouldn't it know what would make me happy better than I?
Then again, there's a part of me that doesn't want to give up the Stuff on my list. I mean, after all, I like having stuff. And there's at least one item that I made a promise about. For my own sense of self, I need to keep it. Still in all, though, I think there's some pruning to be done. I've got my car. I've got a lover. I've got some gardens growing. I've got the sun in the mornin' and the moon at night. ;)
So, to answer the question put in title, yes. Life IS a banquet. The Great Experiment is turning in positive results. Slowly but surely.
Hmm. Yes. Update to list is needed. Time to change the menu a bit. ;) Later. It's time for bed now. G'night!
Peace.
“Life's a banquet, and most poor sons of bitches are starving to death!”
- Auntie Mame
Friday, June 13, 2008
Garden Squee!
Serenity came over yesteday and we looked at my garden. I'm no farmer, probably never will be, and this certainly felt like biting off more than I can chew. Still and all, I'm rather proud. Good job, Mi!
Pictures for your perusement:
This is my container garden, what I started with last year. Clockwise, from top left, I've got oregano, spearmint, thyme and chives. You can also see the aloe and rosemary peeking out:
Here is the rosemary I grew from a seed:
And the aloe plant that has survived years of neglect. (I think it was my grandmother's.):
This is the garden Pays helped me plant this year:
I've got broccoli:
And lettuce:
And a crazy mess of peas:
A ton of grapes!
Some... um... vine thingee. (I think it might be a loofa gourd):
Okay, I have no idea what this is, but it's growing a lot too!
Then, around the edge of the yard, I've got corn growing:
And one, lone sunflower:
Oh, yeah. I think I might have posted this story a while back. Here is the re-enactment, as portrayed by Youngest Monkey:
All in all, YAY for garden! :D
Peace.
Pictures for your perusement:
This is my container garden, what I started with last year. Clockwise, from top left, I've got oregano, spearmint, thyme and chives. You can also see the aloe and rosemary peeking out:
Here is the rosemary I grew from a seed:
And the aloe plant that has survived years of neglect. (I think it was my grandmother's.):
This is the garden Pays helped me plant this year:
I've got broccoli:
And lettuce:
And a crazy mess of peas:
A ton of grapes!
Some... um... vine thingee. (I think it might be a loofa gourd):
Okay, I have no idea what this is, but it's growing a lot too!
Then, around the edge of the yard, I've got corn growing:
And one, lone sunflower:
Oh, yeah. I think I might have posted this story a while back. Here is the re-enactment, as portrayed by Youngest Monkey:
All in all, YAY for garden! :D
Peace.
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
The FOOD Network?!
Arcana asked me a few weeks? months? ago how my magickal studies are coming along, and guiltily, I admitted that I haven't been doing them, like, at all. A million excuses came to mind, but I'm getting better at recognizing the difference between an excuse and a reason. (Probably didn't stop me from telling her a couple, though. In all honesty, at this point, I don't remember, but I know myself well enough to guess at a general response.)
Whether or not she realizes it, the conversation has stuck with me this whole time. I mull it around, and every so often, I consider pulling down my workbooks. Hasn't happened in the almost-two years I've been here, but I've got some grand intentions. Anyway, today, I once more pondered this behavior, and what it came back to was my Great Experiment and the Law of Attraction.
See, as Oprah puts it, the Law of Attraction is simply that whatever you focus on, expands. Abraham-Hicks say that Law of Attraction is “That which is like unto itself is drawn.” Oprah's is less of a mouthful. :)
So why is my magick not expanding? Why is it that any time I consider doing it, it feels like pulling teeth? Because I'm not focused on magick right now, duh! I'm focusing on finding foods that are healthy and delicious (Read: foods that are healthy, and foods that are delicious-- okay, more emphasis on delicious, if we're being honest. I think I still have mental blocks about the two being non-exclusive.) I think a lot about the mental and physical state of The Mad Cow, about generally keeping costs down, and about things that will and/or do make me happy.
And here's what I've got.
1. Tons of newsletters for different organizations (health, environment, catalogs)-- but all of them offer free recipes!
2. A Great Big Book of Intake/Output for The Mad Cow. (This is the most organized I've been with him since I got here.) I also have a general knowledge of which behaviors mean “healthy Poppa” and which ones mean we're a step away from heading back to the hospital. (It can be difficult to tell, since the most information I get from him verbally is that he's not worth a nickel.)
3. A small pile of stuff that I've sewn after thinking, “I wish I could buy me a...” / “I wish they made a customized...” AND a garden growing in the backyard. (If you receive holiday gifts from me, chances are, you'll be getting something from one of the two this year, if everything goes according to plan.)
4. A small armada of techniques that, when properly applied, help me stay centered, peaceful and grounded. (The trick here is to remember to use them when I'm freaking out, but I'm getting better at that.)
And what does this tell me? :) My focus right now is very earthy. To use the terminology from Abraham-Hicks, I'm not vibrating at a level with high magick, which is why I'm not doing it.
The neurotic me, of course, started freaking out as soon as I realized that. “Why aren't I more magickally inclined? I need balance with ALL the Elements, not just one. I mean, is it okay for me to be earth-bound right now? Shouldn't I--” And that's where I stopped it. Shoulds and Shouldn'ts are holding less power over me these days.
The fact of the matter is, I'm in Earth mode right now, and that's okay. I'm the seed that's been planted in the earth's womb. All sorts of growing is happening, and when I'm ready to sprout, THEN there will be Air and Rain and Sun. For now, there's Earth. ... And manure to help me grow. ;)
On a related note, yanno how I don't watch TV? Today, after I put The Mad Cow to bed, I was working on sewing his (for lack of a better term) wheelchair backpack, and decided to have some background noise going while I worked. To my surprise, the MOST INTERESTING show I could find at that time was on the freaking Food Network-- a channel I have never before been interested in. Of course, once the show about how to make sticky buns and crepes ended and the one about getting voted off the kitchen island came on, I moved on... and found a movie (on another channel I generally avoid) that I've been thinking about for a while. Heh. Law of Attraction, baby. ;)
Peace.
Whether or not she realizes it, the conversation has stuck with me this whole time. I mull it around, and every so often, I consider pulling down my workbooks. Hasn't happened in the almost-two years I've been here, but I've got some grand intentions. Anyway, today, I once more pondered this behavior, and what it came back to was my Great Experiment and the Law of Attraction.
See, as Oprah puts it, the Law of Attraction is simply that whatever you focus on, expands. Abraham-Hicks say that Law of Attraction is “That which is like unto itself is drawn.” Oprah's is less of a mouthful. :)
So why is my magick not expanding? Why is it that any time I consider doing it, it feels like pulling teeth? Because I'm not focused on magick right now, duh! I'm focusing on finding foods that are healthy and delicious (Read: foods that are healthy, and foods that are delicious-- okay, more emphasis on delicious, if we're being honest. I think I still have mental blocks about the two being non-exclusive.) I think a lot about the mental and physical state of The Mad Cow, about generally keeping costs down, and about things that will and/or do make me happy.
And here's what I've got.
1. Tons of newsletters for different organizations (health, environment, catalogs)-- but all of them offer free recipes!
2. A Great Big Book of Intake/Output for The Mad Cow. (This is the most organized I've been with him since I got here.) I also have a general knowledge of which behaviors mean “healthy Poppa” and which ones mean we're a step away from heading back to the hospital. (It can be difficult to tell, since the most information I get from him verbally is that he's not worth a nickel.)
3. A small pile of stuff that I've sewn after thinking, “I wish I could buy me a...” / “I wish they made a customized...” AND a garden growing in the backyard. (If you receive holiday gifts from me, chances are, you'll be getting something from one of the two this year, if everything goes according to plan.)
4. A small armada of techniques that, when properly applied, help me stay centered, peaceful and grounded. (The trick here is to remember to use them when I'm freaking out, but I'm getting better at that.)
And what does this tell me? :) My focus right now is very earthy. To use the terminology from Abraham-Hicks, I'm not vibrating at a level with high magick, which is why I'm not doing it.
The neurotic me, of course, started freaking out as soon as I realized that. “Why aren't I more magickally inclined? I need balance with ALL the Elements, not just one. I mean, is it okay for me to be earth-bound right now? Shouldn't I--” And that's where I stopped it. Shoulds and Shouldn'ts are holding less power over me these days.
The fact of the matter is, I'm in Earth mode right now, and that's okay. I'm the seed that's been planted in the earth's womb. All sorts of growing is happening, and when I'm ready to sprout, THEN there will be Air and Rain and Sun. For now, there's Earth. ... And manure to help me grow. ;)
On a related note, yanno how I don't watch TV? Today, after I put The Mad Cow to bed, I was working on sewing his (for lack of a better term) wheelchair backpack, and decided to have some background noise going while I worked. To my surprise, the MOST INTERESTING show I could find at that time was on the freaking Food Network-- a channel I have never before been interested in. Of course, once the show about how to make sticky buns and crepes ended and the one about getting voted off the kitchen island came on, I moved on... and found a movie (on another channel I generally avoid) that I've been thinking about for a while. Heh. Law of Attraction, baby. ;)
Peace.
Monday, June 9, 2008
Bloody Scare
I've been sleeping a LOT lately. A few days ago, a friend of mine blogged that whenever she told her mother that she was feeling tired, her mom's first response was, “Maybe you have mono.” She also wrote that the other day, when she was feeling tired she wondered if she did have mono, and then immediately admonished herself for turning into her mother. Heh. My mom did some crazy, neurotic things. I am SO GLAD that wasn't one of them. Still, when I started putting two and two together, having just read that blog, it was a thought. A passing thought. Mebbe I have mono? Is it possible to turn into someone else's mother?
All joking aside, it's been a little bothersome to me how much I've been sleeping. So, I started examining. The big one that I came up with is that I'm not exercising, and this sleeping thing is just a product of inertia. I've got lots of good excuses for not exercising, too-- everything from the weather to... well, the weather, really. Wanna hear 'em all? No? I'll just have to keep telling them to myself, then.
Anyway, during my nightly talk with Daddy, I mentioned how tired I've been lately (along with my dissatisfaction with my current weight), and his first reaction was, “Have you checked your blood sugar? You are at risk for diabetes, you know.”
Oh. My. Gods. PLEASE, NO! DON'T TAKE MY SUGAR FROM ME!
After THAT talk, I immediately hung up the phone and stared at Pop's blood sugar monitor. Then I stared at the empty ice cream bowl I had finished off just before the phone call. Then back at the monitor. Ice cream would TOTALLY skew a blood sugar level reading, wouldn't it? So instead, I took the flying monkeys for a mile-long walk. They were, to say the least, thrilled to be getting out of the house to stretch their legs, and I was able to avoid bad news for another 45 minutes.
When I got back, I found one of Pop's disposable lancets, pricked my thumb (HA!)-- you know, that M-F'er HURTS! And Pop's been doing that every day for over 10 years now-- and checked my blood sugar.
I am happy to report that I am well within healthy levels. :P
Still, though. Things need tochange upgrade. I eat junk food. (Mostly organic, but still.) I don't exercise, like, at all. I'm the heaviest I've ever been in my life. I am not able to get a full night's sleep, because every few hours I am required to get up and supervise/assist with bathroom functions, and I stress a lot over Pop's health. And then I wonder what could be wrong with me. HA!
It's not as if there's nothing I can do. There's plenty I can do to change the situation. Most of it simply requires getting off my ass and doing it. DAMN INERTIA!
Walking tonight felt good. It always does. Except in the rain. That part's not so good. Otherwise, me and the boys need to get out more, even if it is at 2AM. And hey, up-side to walking at 2AM is that all the neighbors' dogs are in for the night, so I can train them on walking with me without a leash. Not to mention, that the heat is down, even if the humidity is still killer. Seriously! You can cut the air with a knife! Blech. But yeah. More walking, less peanut butter cups. I even have a swimsuit. I wonder if there would be any way I could slip up the hill during the day to the pool once in a while...? Hmmm.
So that's my good news for the night-- er, morning? Um, thing. Yes. My good news for the thing.
Have a blessed thing.
Peace.
All joking aside, it's been a little bothersome to me how much I've been sleeping. So, I started examining. The big one that I came up with is that I'm not exercising, and this sleeping thing is just a product of inertia. I've got lots of good excuses for not exercising, too-- everything from the weather to... well, the weather, really. Wanna hear 'em all? No? I'll just have to keep telling them to myself, then.
Anyway, during my nightly talk with Daddy, I mentioned how tired I've been lately (along with my dissatisfaction with my current weight), and his first reaction was, “Have you checked your blood sugar? You are at risk for diabetes, you know.”
Oh. My. Gods. PLEASE, NO! DON'T TAKE MY SUGAR FROM ME!
After THAT talk, I immediately hung up the phone and stared at Pop's blood sugar monitor. Then I stared at the empty ice cream bowl I had finished off just before the phone call. Then back at the monitor. Ice cream would TOTALLY skew a blood sugar level reading, wouldn't it? So instead, I took the flying monkeys for a mile-long walk. They were, to say the least, thrilled to be getting out of the house to stretch their legs, and I was able to avoid bad news for another 45 minutes.
When I got back, I found one of Pop's disposable lancets, pricked my thumb (HA!)-- you know, that M-F'er HURTS! And Pop's been doing that every day for over 10 years now-- and checked my blood sugar.
I am happy to report that I am well within healthy levels. :P
Still, though. Things need to
It's not as if there's nothing I can do. There's plenty I can do to change the situation. Most of it simply requires getting off my ass and doing it. DAMN INERTIA!
Walking tonight felt good. It always does. Except in the rain. That part's not so good. Otherwise, me and the boys need to get out more, even if it is at 2AM. And hey, up-side to walking at 2AM is that all the neighbors' dogs are in for the night, so I can train them on walking with me without a leash. Not to mention, that the heat is down, even if the humidity is still killer. Seriously! You can cut the air with a knife! Blech. But yeah. More walking, less peanut butter cups. I even have a swimsuit. I wonder if there would be any way I could slip up the hill during the day to the pool once in a while...? Hmmm.
So that's my good news for the night-- er, morning? Um, thing. Yes. My good news for the thing.
Have a blessed thing.
Peace.
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