Saturday, January 31, 2009
Thursday, January 29, 2009
I do not feel 40, whatever that is, and I do not consider it old. Age doesn't seem to be an issue in my family. There's no botox, no boob jobs, no facial peels (showing smooth translucent facial skin with a neck standing out like chicken feet), no butt lifts. Nothing fun that I know of. That's entirely okay with me. Not to say that I won't be doing that facial peel sometime in the future or getting the dark circles under my eyes camouflaged with fat sucked from my thighs, I might. But I probably won't. My home needs too many repairs.
We age for a reason. If I get that peel, will I lose that slight scar on my chin from falling out the car at the drive-in when I was 3? (I'm spoiled, I really, really wanted to go ride on the merry go round and NOT watch the movie. My parents had other ideas so I just opened the car door.) If I lose that scar, will I lose the memory too? The old cliche of how every wrinkle tells a different story is true. It has to be. To prohibit those may keep me in a vacuum I can't get out of. Trapped in a time warp of 1987 with no telltale signs of life's experiences. Sounds refreshing for a minute. Then sad when people walk by my casket saying, "she looks like Joan Rivers". People really do this you know.
Life isn't perfect. We were not created perfect. My boobs will never raise themselves the much needed inches to be college perkier. They will continue to gravitate towards my feet forever. HOWEVER, when I accidentally bump into someone they WILL NOT feel like stabbing elbows. THAT's a good thing.
My hair is graying. I vainly cover it up with dye. It doesn't last. Continuing this process is something I plan to do until I'm too feeble to realize what I'm doing. Then I will continue to dye it. It may look blue, lavender, pink, who knows. I will take pleasure in this. It will make me happy. Happy not to have these WIREY, KINKY gray/white hairs stand at attention like wrought iron.
Lets discuss varicous veins shall we? Varicous veins have been passed from generation to generation on the paternal side of my life. I don't really notice them until I accidentally bump my shin. Then I want to puke. They don't protrude too bad yet, but it's coming. I hear them whispering on ocassion. Walking all those miles on concrete hasn't helped. But let me tell you, it's been fun. I wouldn't trade those miles for anything.
On to feet. My feet. I do worry about my feet. I have a skin issue. I don't like nasty skin. On my feet or anywhere else. Religiously I slather on moisturizer. I refuse to walk around in my cute red sandals with cracked heals. The day my toenails start growing towards the sky, I promise I will retire my cute red sandals. I-promise-I-promise! Really I do.
My eyes will also continue to wrinkle and age. But they still see. They see beauty radiating from the inside of people. I know who you are immediately. There's a difference. No plastic, no frills, no insincere beauty that doesn't match the rest of the package. Beauty from the inside will never be shadowed to people who have eyes that really see.
Is this a downhill slide? Turning 40? I don't think so. My boobs will sag. My butt will droop. Aren't there really worse things in life?
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
After a day of seminars, we decided to go to Springfield to Lambert's, Home of the Throwed Rolls. Sherry had been there, we had not. She suggested, I was game, Susan was not. But she relented. Luckily we only had a short wait at the restaurant when the conversation turned to the Titanic Exhibit at Branson. Sherry wanted to go and I agreed. Susan thought we were crazy. We went to the Titanic that night. It was a blast. We drove all the way back to the Ozarks that night pooped.
The best part of the whole excursion was learning about Susan. She was quite the little entertainer all the way to Springfield. I think she had a nervousness about her because the event was so spontaneous and unexpected. So she told us all about herself. (Remember what I said in a previous post, when someone shares something about themselves with you it is a gift. She gave us all kinds of presents that evening!!) Susan shared her life experiences. One of which was her father Earl. Susan's father had passed away just a month prior. He had Alzheimer's Disease. She took us through the whole spectrum of symptoms, diagnosis and death. It was difficult not to get emotional at times.
My story of my father and his fight with Alzheimer's disease is one that lasted for nearly 15 years. He was diagnosed with early stage Alzheimer's disease in December 1995, even though he showed signs several years before.
Earl and his Bride Maureen
Earl, Susan and her son Shane
Thank you Susan for sharing this with me. It was a wonderful tribute to a wonderful man.
Susan is an energetic walker, runner, marathon enthusiast. A lover of life. I have had many laughs and many notable talks with this lovely lady. May God bless her for all she's experienced.
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
I've been tagged. Oh dear, have I been tagged. I wasn't sure I wanted to do this one, but said I would. (I have Becca at I'm Me What More Do You Want to thank for all this!!)
The rules for the Honest Scrap award: A) first list 10 honest things about yourself - and make it interesting, even if you have to dig deep!B) pass the award on to 7 bloggers whom you feel embody the spirit of the Honest Scrap.
I think the kicker from this whole post is where it state, "and make it interesting, even if you have to dig deep". I'm digging deep baby. I'm not sure what you want to hear, but here it goes:
1. My first crush happened when I was in the second grade. From my desk I could see the 5th grade classroom. More importantly, a cute boy named Neal. He was blonde with blue eyes. My insides would melt when Mrs. Shreves would leave the door open. I had a crush on Neal for 3 years. Then I didn't. It ended. When Neal was a senior in high school he asked me to sign his yearbook (I was only freshman). I so bad wanted to tell this story, but didn't. Now I wish I had. But I was elated that he asked me to sign his yearbook. (Keep in mind I'm from a very, very small town of less than 700.)
2. Neal was my first crush. George Brett, third baseman for the Kansas City Royals was my first love. He's the reason why I quit daydreaming about Neal. I loved George up until, hmm, let me get ter thinkin'. Well, I still love George. I went to college near Kansas City. It was nothing for me and my friend Denise to show up at a Royals game hoping for me to get an autograph. Needless to say, George had a private exit away from all nuts hanging out where me and my respectful friend Denise posted ourselves every Friday game night. Or Monday game night, Tuesday game night, you get it... Denise and I waited to get into the GA section when I spotted the number 5 sitting on a golf cart. I turned to stone. I couldn't move. I couldn't speak. He was only a few feet away from us. Denise had to scream at me to get me to come to life. It wasn't just a number 5, it was like a 52 or something. Goodness, I was soooooo close....
3. The hubby and I started dating in April, 1999. That summer we went to Kansas City to a huge mall. Guess who happened to be there that day? Guess who almost passed out when she caught sight of George and all of his glory? I don't really remember much other than my future hubby said, "DON'T EVER HIT ME AGAIN!!" I had no idea I hit him on the back when I saw George. I think it was my attempt at trying to take the boyfriend out in case George was single. It didn't take him out and George wasn't single.
4. I wanted to be a clothing designer. I didn't feel like I fit in with that crowd. Truth hurts, but I'm not talented in that way. So I started hanging out with people who wanted to pack heat. I'll end it there.
5. My first dog's name was Beezer. I thought it was the same sound locusts made in the evening when I would go out to play. The noise was deafening yet thrilling to my 3 year old self. I may have been 4, but I doubt it.
6. When I was a real little, my dad had a convertible. The first dream I can absolutely remember is I fell asleep in the back seat of that convertible. I was alone and the convertible took off flying over the small town where we lived. The dream seemed to last forever and it scared me. I had to be terribly young when I had this dream. I would LOVE to own my own convertible today. TODAY!!
7. 5 years ago I had the hives for a painful 6 months. My head swelled up like the elephant man's. I had them inside and out. I felt like I was getting stung by industrial, war sized wasps from the inside. The future hubby should have ran then. Good ole Dr. DeSpain said it would be a fluke if we could find the culprit. Thankfully a biopsied spot on my leg got infected. He started giving me antibiotics and the hives started to disappear. Dr. D believed it could have been a severe sinus infection. All other tests were negative. (I'm silently knocking on wood.)
8. Most days I really dislike myself. I think I could be so much of a better person. Then I look around at others and wonder "what in the hell am I thinking? I'm not THAT bad surly."
9. One day in July a couple of years ago, I had a monster of a headache. I had it for 2 days. Sunday and through Monday. I left work to get my neck popped at 9am. After the dr was done I was so disappointed that I still had this killer headache. (Normally when I get my neck popped, my headache disappears.) On my short ride back to work I had a really strange experience. I felt as though I was on the outside looking at myself inside my car. It was as if I had a parallel life or something. It lasted for several minutes and it spooked me. When I got to work I told my boss I had to go home and shared with her my experience. I know she thought I was a fruitcake and told me to go. She knew the headache was bad. I wasn't certain I should drive home, but I did. Thankfully, the experience did not continue. After I got home, a friend came by to let me know my father had passed away. I truly believe that was a part of my dad leaving me that day. There was just too much coincidence in the time and energy taking place.
10. I have been an insulin dependent diabetic for 32 years. 30 years is amazing. Anything beyond that is a gift.
This is more corny than interesting. So I DARE anyone else to take their turn and post 10 honest things about themselves. I DOUBLE DOG DARE YA!!!!
Monday, January 19, 2009
The other thing is underwear. Who likes to break in new underwear? Unless you are a size 4 and have no idea you are even wearing underwear I know you have no idea what I'm talking about. I'm sending a letter to Jockey.
American Beauty Spaghetti Sauce Mix. They quit making it years ago. The hubby and I have not been the same since. We are on the lookout for good spaghetti sauce. We have yet to find one. I kinda concocted my own this past fall and it was mighty tasty. Only he didn't appreciate all the peppers, onions and mushrooms I added. He's just a sauce, meat, a little bit of mushroom spaghetti sauce kinda guy.
Miami Glow perfume. J. Lo brought it back just for Christmas this year. I had to wait over a year to get this. Come on J.Lo. I love this perfume. If I had a bod like yours I wouldn't need perfume either.
Is this a business ploy used so consumers go out spend mounds of money for things they won't particularly like. I won't even go back to the underwear issue, but I'm tired of it. Maybe I don't like change, but please don't profit from it. I have a hard time believing I'm the only loyal consumer to these products!
Does anyone else have these issues with their favorite products?
Sunday, January 18, 2009
It just wasn't sunny enough today for him to enjoy the sunshine through the window. He didn't stay here long today.
On to the real post. (Pam at Antique or Not got me started with all this wordiness this morning!) Not to offend anyone. If everyone believes in God I don't really care what religion you follow, but I found the following email very cute. I got it this morning from my dear friend Margaret:
A Good Catholic Story
The little boy asked why he wore his collar backwards.
The man, who was a priest, said "I am a Father."
The little boy replied, "My Dad doesn't wear his collar like that."
The priest looked up from his book and answered, "I am the Father of many."
The boy said, "My Dad has 4 boys, 4 girls and two grandchildren and he doesn't wear his collar that way."
The priest, getting impatient, said, "I am the Father of hundreds" and went back to reading his book.
The little boy sat quietly thinking for a while, then leaned over and said, "Maybe you should use a condom and wear your pants backwards instead of your collar!"
What a hoot! I think there are a lot of men out there that should be wearing their collars backwards!!!!!!!! (Oops, actually I meant to say wear their PANTS backwards, not collars.)
Saturday, January 17, 2009
Friday, January 16, 2009
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Sunday, January 11, 2009
Tam at Yakiddy Yak Yak presented me with this awesome Friends award. According to Kirsten, (and I quote from Tam's post)who presented it to her, "the Friends Award is given to blogs that are exceedingly charming. These kind bloggers aim to find and to be friends. They are not interested in self-aggrandizement. Well Kirsten had to google self-aggrandizement noun, the act of making oneself more powerful, wealthy, etc., esp. in a ruthless way esp. in a ruthless way? She said on her blog "I don't think this was the meaning the creator of this award meant." But they did say "The hope is that when the ribbons of these prizes are cut, even more friendships are propagated.""
Okay, I'm familiar with friendships and like I've said before I cannot believe all of the people I stay in touch with now due to this blog. I never would have thought the computer would become THAT important to me. Thanks to all of you who read this blog and keep coming back. For you, I present this Friendship award. Please take it and display it proudly, I know I am!!! Thanks Tam.
Friday, January 9, 2009
Has someone ever given you a compliment and it lasted all day. Just something nice you didn't expect? That happened to me today. Well, sorta. There is a guy I work with who likes to tease me and he kinda sing songs "Lisa you look nice today" on some occasions. I've heard it from him everyday this week. Not that I found that odd, because he does that at times. But just not usually everyday. His name is Roger. He's 40ish. He shares an office with Forrest who is 50ish. Not that it really matters, but I want you to have the big picture. Because I am visual. When I hear a story I see it in my mind as it's being told.
Those two fellas have an office on the other side of the wall from my office. I have to walk by their office quite frequently. I stopped by their office today and I have forgotten what for at this point, but Roger did his thing, "Lisa you look very nice today". "Thank you Roger," I sing songed back to him. "You really do look nice today. In fact you've looked nice all week. Did you get a bunch of new clothes for Christmas?" "No," I replied. "Well then, what are you doing different?" "Whatever Roger," I was getting bored with this game. "No I'm serious," he says, you look really good this week doesn't she Forrest?"
By this time I'm rolling my eyes and have had enough. I didn't think poor Forrest would want to be dragged into this but he literally surprised me. Forrest said, "yes you do." Again I say, "Whatever Forrest." Forrest then really surprises me by adding, "you've been wearing dark colors this week and they really make your eyes pop."
Now he has my attention. Forrest has never, NEVER gone this far. It made my day. I thanked them politely because I really felt like they were being sincere. I left their office completely forgetting what I was going to tell them. I see the hubby in the hallway, "hey you wanna go to lunch?" We go out to lunch. Something we do about twice a month. After we got done eating I told him of my compliments. I explained the scenario I described above. Then it continued like this:
me: I was surprised when Forrest acknowledged the colors I've been wearing and how they make my eyes pop.
hubby: hmm, he giggled.
me: So do you think so?
me: Do you think when I wear a dark color it makes my eyes pop?
He looked at me and then he looked at the road ahead then said,
"I don't know what that means."
Thursday, January 8, 2009
It falls on a Tuesday. No big deal. I like Tuesdays, I always have. So what do I do? Someone suggested I book a flight and head for Florida for the weekend. Sounds great, but I know I'd wish to stay longer. Maybe a redeye to Vegas? hmmm, I've been there. Doesn't really sound that exciting to me. I told mom she should have had me in April or May. Since I didn't have a say in that, I have to face the cards that were dealt. Any suggestions? What did you do on your favorite birthday celebration? Dance lessons? A day at the spa? Dinner at Tavern on the Green? A personal Aerosmith or Kenny Chesney concert? A day without having to pick up someone else's dirty socks and underwear or scooping poop out of ReyRey's personal bathroom? Time's getting short. Ideas are welcome!!
PS - Happy 74th Birthday to you know whooooo...
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
Since I'm bringing up the subject I'll start. My favorite one I posted was the idea Cielo gave me from The House in the Roses. It was about my fairy Godmother and the dresses I could wear. I just had a great time finding the color and style of all the dresses. I had a great time that night thanks to Cielo. With My Fairy Godmother's Help
Then there is a tie with this Leonard & Brenda. The miracles of life and I don't need to say anymore.
So now you know mine. I'm curious about your own favorite post of 2008. Please share it with me or let me know if you've done your own post about your own post too!!
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
My grandmother etched thank you notes into my brain. I try my best to send them. I hear her doubting voice in my head, "did you send her a thank you note YET?" Then, I think to my lazy self I had better get writing.
I guess in the age of computers, just downright rudeness and uncaring, people just don't do that anymore. I don't get it. Never will I accept the excuse "I don't have time". Everyone can make time to do anything they want to do. I bet you are reading this right now knowing full good and well there is something much more productive in life you could be doing!
I don't get it. I never will. Especially for wedding gifts. A friend told me once she just didn't have time to write thank you's because she had over 200 people at her wedding. She just couldn't do it. I told her not to be expecting any baby gifts should that bun start baking. (Guilt didn't even encourage her.) That's my motto anymore. No more thank you's =No more gifts!!
I think it was Terri at Lakewood Manor who stated how much she loved getting Christmas cards. Even though mine are late and I still intend to send them (soon I promise, because some of them have thank you's included) I love to receive them too. Not just Christmas cards mind you, any card. Especially funny, touching and handwritten notecards. Our society has gotten away from anything personal. This, I think, is ironic. Considering the fact we are in a no-one-can-get-their-feelings-hurt-without-a-lawsuit-involved-society. (Too many words in my sentences? I gotcha!)
Maybe it's not the thank you notes. Maybe it's sheer LAZINESS!!!!
Another ironic thing about this post? I will probably be hearing from all my aunts and other relatives reminding me of the thank you notes I didn't send. That's okay. That means I'll get more emails!!
Saturday, January 3, 2009
Friday, January 2, 2009
This is a picture of JJ while he was serving in the Marines and Vietnam. He shared this story with me on Wednesday afternoon. When he told me he wrote it all down after it happened so he wouldn't forget, I told him I really wanted to put it on my blog. He kindly sent me this story via email. JJ is one special man to take his little girl Cassie mushroom hunting with the magic stick. And, he is truly one special man to write this down so he would not forget. How awesome is that? Cassie is now a junior in high school. I encouraged JJ to read this story at her wedding some day.
Some one once said,"when someone wants to share something about themselves with you, that is one of the nicest things they can do". I thought about that statement for a bit. It is so true. Think of the people that tell you things. Now think of the ones that don't. Those people who love to share their life are the ones who seem to enjoy it the most and have learned from it. I'm sorry to the one's that don't want to listen or want to take part in sharing. It's really a sad, sad life for them. The author of this story has enriched my life with so many stories and experiences that I cannot possibly express how much he means to me and some of my other co-workers. He's a truly wonderful, mushroom hunting man!! Thanks so much JJ!!
Thursday, January 1, 2009
01. Bought everyone in the bar a drink
02. Swam with dolphins
03. Climbed a mountain
04. Taken a Ferrari for a test drive
05. Been inside the Great Pyramid
06. Held a tarantula
07. Taken a candlelit bath with someone
08. Said "I love you" and meant it
09. Hugged a tree
10. Bungee jumped
11. Visited Paris
12. Watched a lightning storm at sea
13. Stayed up all night long and saw the sun rise
14. Seen the Northern Lights
15. Gone to a huge sports game.
16. Walked the stairs to the top of the leaning Tower of Pisa
17. Grown and eaten your own vegetables
18. Touched an iceberg
19. Slept under the stars
20. Changed a baby's diaper
21. Taken a trip in a hot air balloon
22. Watched a meteor shower
23. Gotten drunk on champagne
24. Given more than you can afford to charity
25. Looked up at the night sky through a telescope
26. Had an uncontrollable giggling fit at the worst possible moment
27. Had a food fight
28. Bet on a winning horse
29. Asked out a stranger
30. Had a snowball fight
31. Screamed as loudly as you possibly can
32. Held a lamb In Ireland
33. Seen a total eclipse - aren't you NOT supposed to look at these?
34. Ridden a roller coaster
35. Hit a home run
36. Danced like a fool and didn't care who was looking
37. Adopted an accent for an entire day
38. Actually felt happy about your life, even for just a moment
39. Had two hard drives for your computer
40. Visited all 50 states
41. Taken care of someone who was drunk
42. Had amazing friends - the BEST!
43. Danced with a stranger in a foreign country
44. Watched whales
45. Stolen a sign
47. Taken a road-trip
48. Gone rock climbing
49. Taken a midnight walk on the beach
50. Gone sky diving
51. Visited Ireland
52. Been heartbroken longer than you were actually in love
53. In a restaurant, sat at a stranger's table and had a meal with them
54. Visited Japan
55. Milked a cow
56. Alphabetized your CDs
57. Pretended to be a superhero
58. Sung karaoke
59. Lounged around in bed all day
60. Played touch football
61. Gone scuba diving
62. Kissed in the rain
63. Played in the mud
64. Played in the rain
65. Gone to a drive-in theatre
66. Visited the Great Wall of China
67. Started a business
68. Fallen in love and not had your heart broken
69. Toured ancient sites
70. Taken a martial arts class
71. Played D&D for more than 6 hours straight
72. Gotten married
73. Been in a movie
74. Crashed a party
75. Gotten divorced
76. Gone without food for 5 days
77. Made cookies from scratch
78. Won first prize in a costume contest
79. Ridden a gondola in Venice
80. Gotten a tattoo
81. Rafted the Arkansas River
82. Been on a television news program as an "expert"
83. Gotten flowers for no reason
84. Performed on stage
85. Been to Las Vegas
86. Recorded music
87. Eaten shark
88. Kissed on the first date
89. Gone to Thailand
90. Bought a house
91. Been in a combat zone
92. Buried one/both of your parents
93. Been on a cruise ship
94. Spoken more than one language fluently
95. Performed in Rocky Horror
96. Raised children
97. Followed your favorite band/singer on tour
98. Passed out cold
99. Taken an exotic bicycle tour in a foreign country
100. Picked up and moved to another city to just start over
101. Walked the Golden Gate Bridge
102. Sang loudly in the car, and didn't stop when you knew someone was looking
103. Had plastic surgery
104. Survived an accident that you shouldn't have survived
105. Wrote articles for a large publication
106. Lost over 100 pounds
107. Held someone while they were having a flashback
108. Piloted an airplane
109. Touched a stingray
110. Broken someone's heart
111. Helped an animal give birth
112. Won money on a TV game show
113. Broken a bone
114. Gone on an African photo safari
115. Had a facial part pierced other than your ears
116. Fired a rifle, shotgun, or pistol
117. Eaten mushrooms that were gathered in the wild
118. Ridden a horse
119. Had major surgery
120. Had a snake as a pet
121. Hiked to the bottom of the Grand Canyon
122. Slept for 30 hours in a 48 hour period
123. Visited more foreign countries than U.S. States
124. Visited all 7 continents
125. Taken a canoe trip that lasted more than 2 days
126. Eaten kangaroo meat
127. Eaten sushi
128. Had your picture in the newspaper
129. Changed someone's mind about something you care deeply about - I hope so
130. Gone back to school
132. Touched a cockroach.
133. Eaten fried green tomatoes
134. Read The Iliad and The Odyssey
135. Selected one "important" author who you missed in school, and read
136. Killed and prepared an animal for eating
137. Skipped all your school reunions
138. Communicated with someone without sharing a common spoken language
139. Been elected to public office
140. Written your own computer language
141. Thought to yourself that you're living your dream
142. Had to put someone you love into hospice care
143. Built your own PC from parts
144. Sold your own artwork to someone who didn't know you
145. Had a booth at a street fair
146. Dyed your hair
147. Been a DJ
148. Shaved your head
149. Caused a car accident
150. Saved someone's life
#46. Get out of debt and live comfortably the rest of my life
Now I will really work on my New Year's Resolutions. I've kept good on a few so far...