Errrrr, is it me or what?

I get soo pissed off whenever I hear ppl say, "Well, at least he/she died doing what they loved most"......Seriously........WTF!!!!! Nobody will ever be able to explain to me and have me agree WHY it's so great dying doing something you loved.......especially if the 'something' is the instrument of your death!! ' He loved to fly...at least he was flying when the plane crashed.' ' She loved to swim....at least she died doing something she loved.' 'He loved driving fast cars.....at least he was happy when he died' Seriously!! W.T.F.!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Here's how my death is going to go in my mind...'Well, you know how much she loved watching HGTV, at least she died doing something she loved soo much. Too bad the T.V. blew up and the glass blew her head off.' Retarded thinking! Quit it!

Just fix it already!!!!!!

Ok.......this hair experiment you've got going isn't working is it tt? NO! Ok, so do something about it! Ok......easier said than done though. True, but since you seem to be defined by your hair ( in your own mind) then the sooner the better! Ok...so I've got to quit looking backwards to the elfing 90"s when big permed hair was in and find a short cut that I like. make a decision to get it cut. find a style that I like that isn't too labor intensive but is still cute find my "happy place" There, that doesn't seem to be so hard...does it? No, not really................the happy place may be difficult to find for a while tho... maybe, once the lid on the grape is in better shape I'll view myself in a better light. You know how friggin anal I am about my hair! I haven't been very successful in controling what goes into my body ( I evidently stress eat) or how freakin' big my body gets ( stress eating isn't good for body shapes) ...although my daily walks do seem to help my mood for a while.....It seems I should be able to gain some semblance of control over something within me. Shouldn't I ???? I sure hope I hear back from the Dr. this week. I'm thinking I probably am in desperate need of some estrogen or something... I'm not me anymore. I miss me actually................ I was always the optomistic one. I viewed my glass as half full most times. I believed in the power of positive thinking. Where did that go? I have been really upset this past week about my Dad. I'm starting to see 'mind' changes in him that I'm just not dealing with too well. I know it's a natural progression of things when ppl live this long but it's sooo hard to witness. I need that friggin easy button!!!!!!!!!! Anyone have one I can borrow?????? I promise to give it back.....I can't say when though because my present job doesn't have a set expiration date.

Correction.....

My last post should have said 3 out of 6 ain't bad. ETK and Squidly weren't in the picture. Not a complete family pic w/o them! Now...on to the parentals.... Dad seemed in better mental form today. He did play 9 holes of golf, bless his heart. It was 105 again today. Geez-o-pete! He was a bit wobbly when I picked him up, but after a shower and lunch he perked back up. No 'fog' today. Sisterlittle gets teary whenever she reads stuff about Daddy I think. She doesn't want me to post about it either I think. My phone reception wasn't very good when I talked to her today so I couldn't hear everything she was saying. But, the reason I initially started this blog was to post about my 'new' life with the parents. It really does help when I put it all down. I think it allows me to examine everything better and get some perspective. So, as unpleasant as some topics may be, this is my therapy for now. This is by far, the hardest thing I've ever done in my life! Without exception! Possibly the most rewarding also. And challenging and tiring and boring and lonely. There's lots of 'lonely' times believe it or not. I have alot of adjectives I could use but I'm sure you get my drift. I think I'll call #1 son's 'X' and see if the youngins can come over this Saturday for a swim and stuff. I miss those little buggers and need to recharge my battery. Cross your fingers the X says it's OK.

3 out of 4 ain't bad

Sunshine, Babyboy and Pups.............ain't they cute! Pups ws here for a business meeting so we didn't get much time to visit, but any time is better than no time! We went to dinner at Applebee's which ws really good. Pups and I had the same thing.....I can't remember now what it was but it was good. LOL

One of these days we'll have Rj here at the same time. Won't that be fun!

The daily challenge

My parents. That simple phrase would probably be all I need to say and I'm sure everyone would get it. They're changeing, right before my eyes and there's nothing I can do about it. It even too hard for me to explain. I can't put into words exactly how their acting that concerns me...it's just that they are. My Dad especially. Sisterlittle and I are the biggest "Daddy's girls" ever so it's really hard to watch the decline. He's remembering stuff wrong. Not just once and a while, most of the time. When I try and tell him how it is he gts agitated a bit and starts to argue...sorta. He did get a good report at the Diabetes Dr. yesterday though. That's good. He wanted her to look at his hand tho and tell him what was wrong. She told him she wasn't sure and that he should see his Hand Dr. He didn't quite understand why she didn't know what the problem was. She did see some pre-cancerous growths on his hand and face and she asked him if he wanted her to freeze them off. He said ok because it'll be a long time before he gets to the " hand Dr. for the surgery"...?????????? huh????? See, little stuff like that. I told him he wasn't going to have surgery and he was like." oh, ok". Puzzles....i've never really liked puzzles. Tomorrow he thinks he's going to play golf. Uh...it's like 105 here!! He rides in a cart but still that's too elfing hot! We'll see. Daily challenges. Gives me throat lumps. :(

I can do some weird stuff!!

mama's got a new phone Yep....I got it about a week ago. Actually I got a new one about a month ago when we signed up for a better plan. I was soooo excited about getting a new phone b/c my old one is about, oh....4 or 5 years old. There wasn't anything really wrong w/ it other than the battery wouldn't hold a charge for more than a day or so. ( too much trouble to get a new battery tt?) But it was old and I wanted a flip phone. How cool would that be I thought. I wouldn't have to lock the keys when I put it in my purse and then unlock it to use it. Plus...it was OLD...and it made me look a bit too challenged using it; like I wasn't 'in the know' about technology b/c I was using an old style. Anyway, I got a chocolate brown flip phone. I got Lovee a red one b/c that's his favorite color...plus the brown one would match Suzi-SU-V. Good reasoning yes?So, I'm learning how to use this one which is a challenge in itself b/c it's a Samsung and my old one was a Nokia, so everything is different. I like a challenge, don't get me wrong, but some challenges are harder than others; and technology is a challenge for me! Phew!!! Well, one day it just turned itself off. I tried to get it to work again and it wouldn't. So, off I go to the phone place and I say-- me- my phone quit working. him--Let's take a look. He gets my info and looks it up on the computer. He takes my phone and opens it up and says...... him--This has gotten wet. me--It has? I don't know how...I didn't get it wet. him-- well, look......it's all wet...that's why it isn't working. He shows me the battery and it's all wet so he wipes it off and checks my Sim card which appears to be fine. I'm still mumbleing to myself about how the damn thing could have gotten wet....I didn't have it anywhere there was water I tell him. Could it be the heat I ask....doubtful he replies.He asks what I was doing when I noticed it wasn't working. I say" well I had it when I was working outside in the yard...... and then...... later after I was cooling off.......I pulled it out of my br........ACK!!!!!!! OMG!!!!! I had it stuffed inside my BRA!!!!!!! It got sweaty sittin in my bra ????!!! Then I realized I was saying all of this outloud!! to the phone guy.!! Geezzzz.... could I be more ridiculous???So he graciously wiped everything off and put it back together and viola'...it worked. I stammered several 'thank you's' and took my red face outta there!Well.............evidently the sweat did hurt the phone afterall. B/c it kept turning itself off.So I took my Dad and went up there a few days ago to get us another phone. I decided to get a Nokia this time. It's not a flip but I thought it would work better.Well, I've been using that phone for about a week now and i HATE it! There's no volume control on the lousy thing. speaker , but no volume adjuster. It's going back... today I hope...Issues.....so many issues w/ phones I have. So, just a warning ladies. Don't store your phone in your bra, even if it does fit nicely and allows you to carry it around w/o actually holding on to it. The vibrateing feature actually feels pretty good..........but just say NO!

Wanna see something??

This is the Birdhouse bed that Lovee made for our guest room. I adore it!!
Just thought I'd share. :)

Lovee saved the day...again!

Look what lovee did for me. That damn lid won't get me again!!!!! :)

When I came home from the parents today he had already got this done. I didn't know he was trying to figure something out to help me with my dangerous laundry chores. He cut a bungee cord in half and stapled the rope to the cupboard above the wahser ( which, btw is the reason the lid falls down) and the end hooks nicely under the lip. viola'!!

What a guy!

Oops!! I was wrong

I was just reminded a few minutes ago that I didn't go 2 weeks w/o hurting myself. I discovered the burn on my arm from the ironing board! I got a wee bit to frisky while ironing my parents clothes last week. Klutz!!!

Go Tiger!!!!!

Did ya'll watch the PGA this weekend?? It was in Tulsa!! Woo-hoo!! Too freaking hot for me though and alot of other ppl. Lots were taken to the Emergency rooms because of the heat. 110 in tthe shade is just wrong. I 'volunteered' for the LPGA a few years ago when it was held at my parents Country Club. Lots of fun that was! I was a Marshall on the #1 green. Great fun watching Anika and the others. I don't golf anymore but I really like watching the game. Did you know it cost to "volunteer" on one of those things? sheesh! I'd do it again if I knew it wouldn't be soo elfing hot. Gota go take my Dad to the Dr. now. I finally went this morning and had some blood work done. Maybe I'll get me some hormone pills to 'lighten' my load?? We'll see. Squeezers to all!!

Almost made it.....

I almost went 2 weeks w/o hurting myself. How cool would that have been! I smashed my little finger yesterday. (&(&(&$!%&*&&)^^%##!! was about all I could say for about 30 minutes. And of course Lovee was outside during the tirade that spewed forth. My washing machine evidently 'traveled' in towards the wall that has a cupboard above it. I had just put the towels into the dryer and I guess i was holding onto the lip of the washer. WHAM!!!! the lid fell and squashed my pinky finger!!! Guess what I won't do anymore? Yep..... ETK called me just as I was becomming coherant again and could talk in complete sentences. She saved me from further agony by distracting me. Love me some ETK!!!!!!! I think my nail might turn blue. It already looks a wee bit colored. We'll see. I think I need more insurance!

Interesting...yes?

Kinesthetic, Naturalist Multiple Intelligences Bodily/Kinesthetic 90% Naturalist 85% Interpersonal 70% Visual/Spatial 70% Musical 60% Verbal/Linguistic 55% Intrapersonal 55% Logical/Mathematical 55%

hard week

I'm working on a new post..... Hang in there...it may take me a few days. It's too damn hot to think!

Lovee saves me on Sunday's

I'm not sure why, but Sunday nights, when we go to the folks house for dinner, it always bums me out. Don't know the reason for that. But the good thing is that Lovee always manages to be upbeat that day. He literally saves me. We were talking about it on the way home tonight. Every other time I can put on my smile and stay with it until I go home. But Sunday's I just can't do it. It's a puzzle to me. Lovee says it's because by Sunday my brain needs the down time. Which could be it but I'm not convinced. I just get extremely tired at the thought of going there and feel completely tired and worn out. Which in turn makes me feel guilty. Geesh, emotions are a funny thing. Up,down,up,down etc. It's tiring.:( I'm off tomorrow. It's a good thing. Don't know if I'll accomplish anything here at home but.....at least............well, I'll be home. That's all I can say about it. Have a great start to you're week gals! xoxo

Awww, ain't we cute!

We match...:)

Bit's and Pieces of a book......

" I think she's frustrated with me because I could have gone to university" " When her hands reached out and poured the tea, it was as if she also poured something into me while I sat there sweating in my cab. It was like she held a string and pulled on it just slightly to open me up. She got in, put a piece of herself inside me, and left again." " The flyscreen door is torn at the edges." " Her fingertips are made of love, When she speaks, her voice is made of love." " It feels like the mornings clap their hands. To make me wake." " I don't care that I'm a messenger anymore. The guilt of it handles me. I shrug it off, but it always climbs back on." " I'm treading water in my thoughts." " My words land on my feet and slip off to the grass." "The sky is nervous. Black and Blue." " I stand in long grass and hear the river now for the first time. It sounds like it's drinking. When I look toward it, I see the stars in it. They look like they're painted to the surface of the water." " Sometimes people are beautiful. Not in looks. Not in what they say. Just in what they are." " I didn't know words could be so heavy." These are excerpts from the last book I read. It's called I AM THE MESSENGER. It's by an Australian author named Markus Zusak. I've never read a book such as this. He's very descriptive of places and feelings. I actually hi-lighted several things while I was reading because ...because I've never read anything so descriptive before. Here's a synopsis. Ed Kennedy is an underage cabdriver without much of a future. He's pathetic at playing cards, hopelessly in love with his best friend, Audrey, and utterly devoted to his coffee-drinking dog, the Doorman. His life is one of peaceful routine and incompetence until he inadvertently stops a bank robbery. That's when the first ace arrives in the mail. That's when Ed becomes the messenger. Chosen to care, he makes his way through town helping and hurting ( when necessary) until only one question remains: Who's behind Ed's mission? Sisterlittle is in the process of getting her Masters and had to read this book. I'm glad she bought me a copy. Maybe you would like it too. :)

the much awaited pictures....:)

This is "the" purse!

and this....is the infamous 'Monkey' fabric!!! Da-da!!


...and this is # 3 son ( baby boy) and my precious granddaughter Miss Vicky!!!

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I had a surreal, almost, out of body experience today. I have never, to my recolection, ever obsessed over something so long in my life!
I was at the nail salon w/ the Mom, reading my book ( 'I am the Messenger' which is great but that's another story...thanks sisterlittle!) . I heard the door open and looked up to see, possibly the most fashionably styled woman I have ever seen in this town. Seriously! Perfect walk. Perfect tan. Perfect lined, white pants ( I saw the lining when she rolled her pant legs up to get her pedi) Perfect shoes. Perfect makeup( flawless skin). Her outfit, from head to heel was black and white. Perfect. Then, wham! I noticed her hair! Ya'll know how anal I am about hair. Especially mine. I'm hardly ever satisfied with my style or cut. Anyway, I literally just gawked at her for so long I almost embarrassed myself. For real!! It was the most perfect short cut I've ever seen. So I had to study it..to see exactly how it was cut. Long here, short there,spiked there....it was nuts. I shut my book and didn't open it again. It was sort of like sitting in class ( Jr. high or H-school) and in walks the most popular girl in the school. Everyone in the salon greeted her as she walked in and I swear they gushed at her. " hi, Candy"" Oh, you look so pretty today"" Love your outfit,Candy". You get the picture. She just walked on to the back while smiling and saying " thank you" " Oh, you're so sweet, thank you"..yada,yada,yada. While she was getting her mani/pedi is when I really started staring. I couldn't help myself. She talked about her kids and husband and how she's got to take some more business trips and I hung on every word. Watching how she spoke and her expressions when she did. It was ridiculous! I watched her whole process.( pfft)
Well, when Mom was about ready to go, I got up my nerve to ask her where she got her hair done. I wasn't going to because I figured it was probably some swanky salon that I could never afford. But I decided what the heck....
me- Excuse me, you're haircut is fabulous. May I ask where you get it done?
her-Oh, thank you- I get it done at St. Barth's. Do you know where Akin's natural foods is at 31
and Harvard?
me- Yes
her- It's there. The owner, Allen does mine. I just love him. I'm almost dry here so if you'll wait a minute I'll get his number. I don't know it by heart, I've only been going there for about 6 months.
me- Ok. The cut is just really great. I'm in the process of growing out a bad cut so it'll take a while for me to get in.
So, I sit down and finally get my act together and talk a bit w/ Mom. She's ready to go before "she" is so I go up to her again and tell her I'm sorry but I have to leave now but that I can look it up in the phone book.
Her- Oh, you'll just love him. He takes the time to talk w/ you about your life style and what's going on in your life and plays w/ your hair so he can tell what it will do and stuff. You can probably get in in about a month or so. Tell him Candy Hart sent you.
me- Candy Hart? That's cute.
Her_ Yea.
And then it happens..................open mouth and say something white-trashy........
Me- Are you anal about your hair?
Her- (laughing) Oh, gawd, I'm anal about alot of things.

Can you believe I asked her if she was anal?????!!!! Couldn't I have said picky or something else? NOooooooo...I asked a perfect ( literally) stranger if she was anal.
Gheesh!!!!
If I knew where she lived I'd stalk her just to see if she has 'regular' days like the rest of us. See if she ever has a bad hair day in public.
It 's ridiculous I tell ya!
Can you believe I did that?
I felt frumpy again all day.
But, the good news it I walked this morning ...again....and talked w/ myself and now I feel better.
Go get 'em tt!

I'm ridiculous at times......

Uh-oh...

I had the weirdest dream last night. Probably b/c of Tweb's blog. I accidentally killed someone( don't know who or why) but Lovee decided I will have to live in Mexico b/c I wouldn't like the death sentence! He said he'd bring me food and visit when he could. I said maybe if I turned myself in I would only get a life sentence. Lovee said I wouldn't like that very much cuz he couldn't visit me and have dinner together. hummmm...

Now, WTF is that supposed to mean? LOL
He did fix me dinner last night.
Hummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
The quagmire of tt's grape. Delicious isn't it?

A wee bit of Trivia on Hump day...

** LIFE IN THE 1500'S ***
The next time you are washing your hands and complain because the water temperature isn't just how you like it, think about how things used to be . Here are some facts about the1500s: ******************************************

Most people got married in June because they took their yearly bath in May, and still smelled pretty good by June. However, they were starting to smell, so brides carried a bouquet of flowers to hide the body odor. Hence the custom today of carrying a bouquet when getting married.
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Baths consisted of a big tub filled with hot water. The man of the house had the privilege of the nice clean water, then all the other sons and men, then the women and finally the children. Last of all the babies. By then the water was so dirty you could actually lose someone in it. Hence the saying, Don't throw the baby out with the Bath water..
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Houses had thatched roofs-thick straw-piled high, with no wood underneath. It was the only place for animals to get warm, so all the cats and other small animals (mice, bugs) lived in the roof When it rained it became slippery and sometimes the animals would slip and fall off the roof. Hence the saying . It's raining cats and dogs.
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There was nothing to stop things from falling into the house.. This posed a real problem in the bedroom where bugs and other droppings could mess up your nice clean bed. Hence, a bed with big posts and a sheet hung over the top afforded some protection. That's how canopy beds came into existence.
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The floor was dirt. Only the wealthy had something other than dirt. Hence the saying, Dirt poor. The wealthy had slate floors that would get slippery in the winter when wet, so they spread thresh (straw) on floor to help keep their footing. As the winter wore on, they added more thresh until, when you opened the door, it would all start slipping outside. A piece of wood was placed in the entranceway. Hence the saying a thresh hold.
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(Getting quite an education, aren't you?)
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In those old days, they cooked in the kitchen with a big kettle that always hung over the fire. Every day they lit the fire and added things to the pot. They ate mostly vegetables and did not get much meat. They would eat the stew for dinner, leaving leftovers in the pot to get cold overnight and then start over the next day. Sometimes stew had food in it that had been there for quite a while. Hence the rhyme, Peas porridge hot, peas porridge cold, peas porridge in the pot nine days old..
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Sometimes they could obtain pork, which made them feel quite special. When visitors came over, they would hang up their bacon to show off. It was a sign of wealth that a man could, bring home the bacon. They would cut off a little to share with guests and would all sit around and chew the fat..
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Those with money had plates made of pewter. Food with high acid content caused some of the lead to leach onto the food, causing lead poisoning death. This happened most often with tomatoes, so for the next 400 years or so, tomatoes were considered poisonous.
Bread was divided according to status. Workers got the burnt bottom of the loaf, the family got the middle, and guests got the top, or the upper crust.
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Lead cups were used to drink ale or whisky. The combination would sometimes knock the imbibers out for a couple of days. Someone walking along the road would take them for dead and prepare them for burial. They were laid out on the kitchen table for a couple of days and the family would gather around and eat and drink and wait and see if they would wake up. Hence the custom of holding a wake.
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England is old and small and the local folks started running out of places to bury people. So they would dig up coffins and would take the bones to a bone-house, and reuse the grave. When reopening these coffins, 1 out of 25 coffins were found to have scratch marks on the inside and they realized they had been burying people alive. So they would tie a string on the wrist of the corpse, lead it through the coffin and up through the ground and tie it to a bell. Someone would have to sit out in the graveyard all night (the graveyard shift.) to listen for the bell; thus, someone could be, saved by the bell or was considered a ...dead ringer.. And that's the truth.

Now, whoever said History was boring ! ! !