Happy: Forgetting that you already paid a bill then realizing that the money you had marked for payment is now extra debt repayment.
Not So Much: Having a lovely combo of shingles and face herpes on your cheek.
Happy: Only owing $73 on a bill you thought would be over $500.
Not So Much: Said bill is for dental work.
Happy: Having a doggy at home after having her away for a few days while your gate had been fixed.
Not So Much: Shedding, dog turds, barking.
Life seems to be full of ups and downs recently. I'm sort of having a Murphy moment on my face. After having told God and all about the wonders of the Olay Regenerist and how great it makes my face look, I now have monster lesions for everyone to notice instead. Life is super sometimes...Super crappy.
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
In Defense of a Ringtone...
So, today I'm in my office surfing the internet and trying to look productive. I hear that someone's cell phone needs to Party Like a Rock Star. I turn, expecting to see a 20ish someone who needs to update their ringtone. Instead, I see a 50-something grandmother of two answering. Some things just don't fit.
What does your cell ringer say about you? Is she having a midlife crisis? Her grandkids are little, too young to have added that song. Her kids are 3oish, old enough to know better. This was a choice she made. Interesting. To me, it screams I WANT TO BE YOUNG! with a desperation that is a little scary. When you try too hard, you are doomed to fail.
My ringtone has been the same since I got my first cell phone in 1996 or '97. Vivaldi's Spring. It went from automated sounding, sort of like classical played on a Simon game to the pretty, lilting, realistic version of today. What does this say about me? That I am a creature of habit. That I am a pseudo-intellectual who is trying to impress with my own self importance? Or maybe that the sound is unusual and distinctive and now recognizable by all who know me as mine. While I realize that I'm not alone in my choice, it is not a flavor of the month to be changed at random. It's apparent that I am not a trendster. Nor am I someone holding on to my 20's with white knuckles. I'm just me and that is ok.
What Does Your Ringtone Say About You? - Forbes.com
What does your cell ringer say about you? Is she having a midlife crisis? Her grandkids are little, too young to have added that song. Her kids are 3oish, old enough to know better. This was a choice she made. Interesting. To me, it screams I WANT TO BE YOUNG! with a desperation that is a little scary. When you try too hard, you are doomed to fail.
My ringtone has been the same since I got my first cell phone in 1996 or '97. Vivaldi's Spring. It went from automated sounding, sort of like classical played on a Simon game to the pretty, lilting, realistic version of today. What does this say about me? That I am a creature of habit. That I am a pseudo-intellectual who is trying to impress with my own self importance? Or maybe that the sound is unusual and distinctive and now recognizable by all who know me as mine. While I realize that I'm not alone in my choice, it is not a flavor of the month to be changed at random. It's apparent that I am not a trendster. Nor am I someone holding on to my 20's with white knuckles. I'm just me and that is ok.
What Does Your Ringtone Say About You? - Forbes.com
Sunday, April 20, 2008
Hope and sorrow...
I grieved last night. Hard. Like my heart was breaking and would never be the same. I think I needed a night to fall apart, now I am more composed. I'm glad I let myself go that way. But I sure felt like hell at the time. I cried and cried and cried. The dog stared at me like I was crazy. Last night was a night that I really hated living alone.
Today, my brother and family came to visit. I think we all knew that this could possibly be the last. It was a nice day. She was so exhausted though. Slipping away a little at a time.
We have been through these health scares before. She had a new heart valve at 92 and bounced back. I know it's not realistic; but I keep hoping for that grand bounce back. Hoping and hoping and wishing and praying. I have pretty ambiguous religious feelings and beliefs, but I am praying. Throwing hopes up to the sky. Wishes, thoughts, promises.
Today, my brother and family came to visit. I think we all knew that this could possibly be the last. It was a nice day. She was so exhausted though. Slipping away a little at a time.
We have been through these health scares before. She had a new heart valve at 92 and bounced back. I know it's not realistic; but I keep hoping for that grand bounce back. Hoping and hoping and wishing and praying. I have pretty ambiguous religious feelings and beliefs, but I am praying. Throwing hopes up to the sky. Wishes, thoughts, promises.
Saturday, April 19, 2008
Sadness...
I never knew that you could grieve for someone who wasn't gone. I hurt. I can't breathe. My life aches. Tears tremble but don't quite fall. How am I going to get through this?
Why do I think it is all about me? Maybe that is really what grief is. One person's reaction to another's action.
I love my grandmother. She is one of the most important people in my life. My best friend even. She is not well. Her lungs have gone on her. She smoked...40 years ago. Hasn't had a cigarette since the 1960's yet she is paying today.
I know, in my heart, that I should be appreciative of the wonderful 97 years that she has had. Yes, folks, 97. But my whole being still aches to realize that the end is probably nearing and there isn't a damn thing I can do about it.
I was sitting on the shore of the lake last weekend. She was chatting at me and I was half paying attention, reading a magazine at the same time. I got up, walked around, left her alone from time to time. Kept checking on her. I was sitting around, all of a sudden the chorus of a country song popped in to my head. I haven't been able to get it out since.
Why do I think it is all about me? Maybe that is really what grief is. One person's reaction to another's action.
I love my grandmother. She is one of the most important people in my life. My best friend even. She is not well. Her lungs have gone on her. She smoked...40 years ago. Hasn't had a cigarette since the 1960's yet she is paying today.
I know, in my heart, that I should be appreciative of the wonderful 97 years that she has had. Yes, folks, 97. But my whole being still aches to realize that the end is probably nearing and there isn't a damn thing I can do about it.
I was sitting on the shore of the lake last weekend. She was chatting at me and I was half paying attention, reading a magazine at the same time. I got up, walked around, left her alone from time to time. Kept checking on her. I was sitting around, all of a sudden the chorus of a country song popped in to my head. I haven't been able to get it out since.
The song is about people growing up too fast, moms looking back. But is really hits me right now.You're gonna miss this. You're gonna want this back. You're gonna wish these days hadn't gone by so fast. These are some good times. So take a good look around. You may not know it now, but you're gonna miss this.
Wednesday, April 09, 2008
Thursday, April 03, 2008
Real Katrina hero? Wal-Mart, study says - MSN Money
Interesting. A nice way to paint Wal-Mart in a positive light. This does more to make me a loyal shopper than any commercial touting low prices. I especially liked this section:
Real Katrina hero? Wal-Mart, study says - MSN Money
A Kenner, La., employee used a forklift to knock open a warehouse door to get water for a retirement home.
In Marrero, La., employees allowed police officers to use the store as a headquarters and a sleeping place, as many had lost their homes.
In Waveland, Miss., assistant manager Jessica Lewis ran a bulldozer through her store to collect basics that were not water-damaged, which she then piled in the parking lot and gave away to residents. She also broke into the store's locked pharmacy to supply critical drugs to a hospital.
Real Katrina hero? Wal-Mart, study says - MSN Money
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