Thoughts and takes on the way life presents....
|Thoughts and takes on the way life presents....|
|Are you good at any particular sport? Care to share a memory of your own with us? Or are you pretty not great at sports, and have a funny story about that?
I am not good at sports. I do try, it's just not in my skill set. This story hails from 1988. I was pregnant with my first baby. The family decided to get together for Labor Day weekend for whatever reason and the sport of choice was bowling. Everyone knew how to do that, or so we thought. I don't think any of us broke 140. I know I did not even break 100. My favorite exclamation was "I'm lopsided, I can't throw straight." Or "Every time I throw, I'm off balance." My sister, God rest her soul, had the wherewithal to buy trophies. Mine was a tea towel that said "Best excuse". Yea, me?
|Do not read if you are easily offended. And no, I am not particularly interested in opposite viewpoints, mainly because they are usually bogus mainstream political hacks and media whores.
"Any democratic political candidate will be the end of society as we know it."
Why? Example: the Hillary does not mean to lie, she just does. People end up dead around her. Under her, you will see Sharia Law and punishment. It will not be pretty. i will not wear a burka so I think that means i will be publicly stoned or beheaded. Look it up. You cannot modify Sharia law. It is what it is.
Why? Example: the Bernie wants to take us back to 20th century Russia where everybody thought communism was such a good idea.
Why? Example: The Franken and the Klobuchar vote party lines whether their heart is in it or not.
Why? Example: the Obama is an abomination of anything truthful, just or good.
You don't have to agree, but when you take the blinders off and you see where we are now compared to where we were, you end up scratching your head and asking: Why didn't i see this coming? A: You did see it coming, but they promised you free ice cream and you wanted the freebie and not the accountability.
Every nation that was ever under communism lasts about 100 years. 50 years to be brought to their knees, 50 years to figure it out and one or two years to say enough and over throw the idiots who did it in the first place.
My only prayer is that Christ will come again soon or that I don't have to live through the horror.
|I used to leave all the funeral and going through the stuff to someone else for a reason.
Being responsible for someone else's last wishes is so weird.
Forgiving and asking forgiveness from a memory is so weird.
I have known Brian for 30 years and he was so absolutely private that he died with no one knowing how serious his medical condition was.
He was so eager to please, he would do whatever was requested of him rather than say otherwise. If he said he retired, he might not have gotten sick and might not have died.
The lesson I learned from all this is: speak up for what is best for you (or your spouse).
Be a blessing, not a curse, to those around you.
|When my oldest daughter moved out, the house was quieter, but not empty.
When my second daughter moved out, the house was peaceful, but not empty.
Our roomer died yesterday and we found him this morning. The permanency and finality that has descended on our house -- now it feels empty.
Do houses mourn the loss of their caregivers? It sure does feel like it.
There is not only a sense of emptiness, but that it is somehow wrong to go through his things.
I'm glad I was not home when the police and coroner showed up. Tom said the lady copy approached the house with hand on gun, telling him to stand back, etc. I told my husband she did not know what she was walking into, so cut her some slack.
It will take a while to find the new normal.
|Prompt: What has surprised you the most about your life or life in general?
I'm sure this goes further than "You like me. You really like me!"
So when I look back, I am amazed at how absolutely, undeniably obtuse I have been. And maybe even a little mean.
I am reminded of a Star Trek episode where there were a million Voyagers at one particular point in time. And every other one was missing because that's where they didn't make it through whatever trial they faced.
I can think of at least half a dozen places where I could have got taken out of the picture, when I could have been nicer to somebody, where I could have said yes instead of no, it is one gigantic IF/THEN musical that could produce a million different scenarios based on each version of that what if.
My life could be so different if I hadn't found eBay, if I had been pickier in the jobs I chose to take, if I had not obligated myself financially to so much stupid stuff, if I had been more careful or more thoughtful in the choices I made.
It's a good thing we can't go back because I would. Putting aside the choices and people aside, and the impact I have made on people and they on me, I still want to go back and not say those hurtful things. That's the surprise. I don't want to change the people or actions, just not say the words that hurt.
|A friend of mine lost her husband recently. I kept saying I would go to his funeral, but it wasn’t a funeral. It was a celebration of life. He was only 28 when he exited Planet Earth. They found him collapsed in a snowbank, maybe massive heart attack, maybe something else, we just know he blessed the hearts and lives of those he came in contact with for 10,353 days.
Ben had this way about him that he lived his life with no regret and refusing to say the word die/death. Everything was “eternal(ly)” or “where’s the party?” And no, he was not shallow. He was Christian and just enjoyed life to its fullest (every last bit of it) and wanted you to have that same joy.
I could learn something from that.
|And the prompt is: I found this random fact "95% of people text things they could never say in person."
I don't buy into this, what about you? Do you text things you could never say in person? Or do you send them a letter or an email? Or call them on the phone? How do you handle? awkward conversations. Don't forget it is super Friday and the fee for the day is 5000gps.
Numbers don't lie. I believe it. Why, because my generation invented the dive bomb. I myself am guilty of putting it in writing and then regretting it ten seconds after it went out. (That was back in the snail mail days)
Now that text messages are admissible in court, people are saving texts to use against someone in some way, shape or form. Plus, with the advent of Facebook and twitter, the public text attacks are also on the rise. I use the word attack intentionally because I do not think you need a shield or distance to tell someone how much they mean to you or how much you love them.
So if you define texting as any kind of messaging, the number really is 95%. I mean, I tell my brother on Facebook to quit being stupid. Would I say that to his face? Hell, no!
Writing it down does make you feel better. Just don't send it.
|It's Groundhog Day
It's a North American tradition; A celebration of winter; It's about the weather, and a yearning for spring; It's science; It's a bunch of hoo ha!
What's your take on Groundhog Day, and the weather in general?
They say that, "Everyone talks about the weather, but nobody ever does anything about it."
What little secrets or inventions do you have to help you cope with inclement weather?
Don't have anything? - Make it up!
I don't understand the question. Weather is weather. If the meterologists don't get it, they make up a bunch of gibberish about global warming and call it science. I call it stupid. Now if they said global climatic change, that is scientific and provable.
As for me, I live in Minnesota. If I want to predict the weather, I pay attention to what's going on in SD and that's what will hit my state in some form of the original a day or two later.
Coping with inclement weather is as easy as having a survival kit. One for each season. You have been on this earth long enough to know what you can and cannot live without for even one day. Your survival kit should last two days and have your go to things in it. Simple.
Because I know what to do, I don't have to listen to the talking heads on the news, you know the ones that have the pretty face, but the can't get it right to save their life. And don't get me started on that idiot Puxatawny Phil or whatever his name is. The idiot talking heads, shine lights on him and yank him out of his cave and expect accurate results. Watch one state west and you will probably get what they get one day later. Florida, the west coast and Hawaii, you have to figure it out.
I sound kind of cranky. I need to go take a nap.
|I now have life altering information.
I went to the doctor for an infection that would not heal and just got worse with every over the counter solution I tried.
She ordered an AC1 test. That's to test for diabetes. Good Lord, she has my attention. Turns out there is currently no sign of diabetes. My sister who has it said that she wished she addressed the first warning signs two years earlier and had acted on them. I have that opportunity to straighten up and fly right.
Husband is on board for Thyca cleanse diet. Coaches on board for support and kick the butt coaching.
The only thing in my way is my I-don't-wanna mindset. Good thing I have a good coach. My sister (coach) and I both have the same ailment, not being able to resist the comfort foods. But by working through what triggers it, now I can actively choose: Do I want this Butterfinger candybar because I want the Butterfinger candybar, or do I want it because I am feeling unwanted, unloved, lonely, etc.? And it really works. When I question whether the comfort food is supporting my health and wellbeing, and not just my mental easy button, I make better choices. Somewhere way back when I said "chocolate cures everything that ails you". That does not work for my current state of "not healthy, not well".
I don't expect this new direction to be easy. I do not expect it to be obstacle free. I do expect results. No one ever said life would be easy. No one ever said that which is worth having would be easy to get. So off I go to challenge myself, my coach, and my team.
|People are born in January. It is frigid here in Minnesota, but people like to celebrate tax time, and we have lots of January results. Falls into that "What the heck?" category.
So it's Saturday and the temps are hovering at the zero mark. It's nasty. and it's my friend Pam’s birthday. You can't go without celebrating Pam's birthday or she will feel sad and forlorn. She really does. And so with it this cold, only the brave hearts (like us) or the mentally challenged (don't think it) were out checking things out or going to the same place we were. We took some time to go play board games later and it got to that time so they went home -- or tried to. About two miles from our home, they got a flat tire. AAA to the rescue. In the meantime, they called us to come get them so that they did not have to stay out in a bitterly cold car waiting for help.
Driving back to warmth and comfort of home, I got to witness a police chase in the offing. I pulled up to the stoplight and saw the emergency blinker going. Next thing I know, a police car was rushing through a red and green light at the same time a black car right turned and sped off in front of me. The cop car was right behind the guy, but he would not stop. Then a second cruiser right turned and continued the chase. I was trying to follow but Bob forgot a valuable piece of paper in his car and we had to go back for it. On the way back, we saw the ambulance and third patrol car going to where the action was.
Must have been a crash or something. If my memory holds, I will go and check to see what the big deal was