I realized I haven't updated the latest on my shower curtain compulsions. I took down Christmas and didn't even take pictures. I purchased a new one for the upstairs bathroom and have to admit I didn't like it. The snowmen looked bald - yes I know snowmen don't have hair - they were missing hats! I tried to google it and can't find it. I will add pictures later...
I had given MS a nice shower curtain as a house warming gift. I spent more on it than I would for myself :) Well since MS did a complete bathroom demolition in October and the shower curtain no longer matches, I recently asked if I could have it. Wait now, before you pass judgment, I did give him one of my other curtains that matches his new bathroom! :)
I also managed to find another shower curtain deal for the basement bathroom. I bought some new light green moss rugs to go with the curtain. Even though I seldom use that bathroom, I really like this ensemble! Since the bathroom is small, it is hard to get a picture, but I will make do.
It is also time to hang up the Valentine's Day shower curtain! Love is in the air!
Do you have any crazy compulsions or obsessions? If not, do you have any Valentine's plans?
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Friday, February 1, 2013
Health Update: Annual & First Mammogram
It is that time of year...my annual physical which renders me with what seems like 7000 follow up appointments and feeling older by the moment. I have to admit that times have changed from my previous physical posts - much to my chagrin - I no longer needed to pee in a cup and have the cup fall in the toilet (here) like in 2009!
I really seem to be struggling with my weight and hunger. I am gaining uncontrollably and seem to have an insatiable appetite. I was referred to Weight Watchers. The doctor also checked my throat and paused during the exam. I informed her that years ago she found a nodule that was monitored for a while by ultrasounds and I no longer require appointments as there was no change over a few years. She referred me for another ultrasound as well as blood work to test my thyroid levels and cholesterol. I realized after I had blood drawn this morning since it was an inadvertent 12 hour fast, that it probably wasn't the best day to do it, since last night I went out after work and had two drinks and nachos. Oh well...my blood pressure was also extremely elevated, twice, until the girl decided to use a different cuff that fit and found that it was just fine. Sigh...
As I am quickly approaching forty, it is inevitable that the discussion of a mammogram would arise, especially since my mom is a breast cancer survivor (GO MOM!). When normal mammograms would be in the 40's, due to my mother's cancer, I was asked if I wanted one early. Of course with everything I have heard about a vice-grip contortionism of the breast, how could I refuse???
Tonight, I had my mammogram. The lady assured me that it would be better than I thought. Well hell, since I thought the worst, I was pretty sure she was right. Not that I like pain or anything when it comes to intimacy, and given what I thought was my high pain tolerance, I figured it would be a piece of cake. I was wrong.
I have never been one for public displays of my body. I have posted about whether or not I am a prude, somewhere (sorry to lazy to link). I really just imagined it would be a vice-smash photo and done. I wasn't prepared for the four photos on one breast and three on the other. I wasn't prepared for the different stances and pushing, prodding, pinching and flattening. At one point I actually bellowed in pain.
Not trying to be comforting at all, but matter of fact, the lady then says to me, "Your exam is much more painful than most." So I say, "Oh, because I have small breasts?" I mean really, I get it - I am not well endowed by any means. But to my surprise she says, "NO. Your breasts are firm. They are solid. They are not squishy at all. So I am literally pinching your muscle trying to get the entire breast."
Then as if in consolation, she says something along the lines of, "Don't worry. You will have something to look forward to. Having sagging, squishy breasts that will be less painful for mammograms."
I tried to make a joke...but seriously? Is that really something to look forward to? I think I will just handle the pain and rejoice in having firm, non-squishy/saggy boobies for the time being. Onward and upward :)
Do you have any mammogram stories you want to share? Feel free...I would love to hear them.
Especially given the fact that I was assured I will likely be receiving a call that I will need to have them re-examined, which is nothing to be concerned about, but they have nothing to compare them to. Well that is reassuring.
I really seem to be struggling with my weight and hunger. I am gaining uncontrollably and seem to have an insatiable appetite. I was referred to Weight Watchers. The doctor also checked my throat and paused during the exam. I informed her that years ago she found a nodule that was monitored for a while by ultrasounds and I no longer require appointments as there was no change over a few years. She referred me for another ultrasound as well as blood work to test my thyroid levels and cholesterol. I realized after I had blood drawn this morning since it was an inadvertent 12 hour fast, that it probably wasn't the best day to do it, since last night I went out after work and had two drinks and nachos. Oh well...my blood pressure was also extremely elevated, twice, until the girl decided to use a different cuff that fit and found that it was just fine. Sigh...
As I am quickly approaching forty, it is inevitable that the discussion of a mammogram would arise, especially since my mom is a breast cancer survivor (GO MOM!). When normal mammograms would be in the 40's, due to my mother's cancer, I was asked if I wanted one early. Of course with everything I have heard about a vice-grip contortionism of the breast, how could I refuse???
Tonight, I had my mammogram. The lady assured me that it would be better than I thought. Well hell, since I thought the worst, I was pretty sure she was right. Not that I like pain or anything when it comes to intimacy, and given what I thought was my high pain tolerance, I figured it would be a piece of cake. I was wrong.
I have never been one for public displays of my body. I have posted about whether or not I am a prude, somewhere (sorry to lazy to link). I really just imagined it would be a vice-smash photo and done. I wasn't prepared for the four photos on one breast and three on the other. I wasn't prepared for the different stances and pushing, prodding, pinching and flattening. At one point I actually bellowed in pain.
Not trying to be comforting at all, but matter of fact, the lady then says to me, "Your exam is much more painful than most." So I say, "Oh, because I have small breasts?" I mean really, I get it - I am not well endowed by any means. But to my surprise she says, "NO. Your breasts are firm. They are solid. They are not squishy at all. So I am literally pinching your muscle trying to get the entire breast."
Then as if in consolation, she says something along the lines of, "Don't worry. You will have something to look forward to. Having sagging, squishy breasts that will be less painful for mammograms."
I tried to make a joke...but seriously? Is that really something to look forward to? I think I will just handle the pain and rejoice in having firm, non-squishy/saggy boobies for the time being. Onward and upward :)
Do you have any mammogram stories you want to share? Feel free...I would love to hear them.
Especially given the fact that I was assured I will likely be receiving a call that I will need to have them re-examined, which is nothing to be concerned about, but they have nothing to compare them to. Well that is reassuring.
Health Update: Knee
I decided it was time to get serious about my fitness last fall. MS and I joined the nearby gym, paying three times more than Planet Fitness for the location and convenience factor. I jumped right back into my favorite Body Pump class and immediately realized my knee wasn't recovering the way it used to.
Over 12 years ago, I had reconstructive ACL knee surgery. The doctor told me I would likely need reconstructive knee surgery at some point. I decided to look up my doctor and get a check up to see if everything was fine, which of course I knew it wasn't. I went in November. The doctor was shocked at how well I was walking given the sight of my x-rays. While the ACL is fine, I have more damage and long-story-short, bone on bone. He advised that I shouldn't be doing lunges or squats and I should understand I can't do things like others my age. Well duh, I should be doing more! :) He gave me an anti-inflammatory and suggested I grin and bear it, and admitted he hoped I wouldn't need reconstructive surgery so young.
Fast forward to January 2013...my knee is getting worse. I am taking the as needed anti-inflammatory pills more and more and the pain is not subsiding. I decided to call the doctor's office on Wednesday to inquire about getting a note for the ability to wear tennis shoes at work if needed and to see if I could be prescribed something else that may be more effective. I told the girl on the phone I was prescribed the generic of Voltaren. She called back to question what I was on, thinking I said something else. She then called and left a message to call her back. I called this morning and spoke with someone else. My file was pulled and I was told that I needed to come in to see the doctor again because it had been so long. Long? It was mid-November, but whatever. I left a message for the first girl to call me back.
Tonight I checked my messages on the home phone (despite giving my cell number) and there was a message from the Orthopedic office to call to schedule an appointment with my doctor next week as he wants to see me before refilling my prescription. WTH? Of course he would if that is what I called about! I was given a month prescription (60 pills/2x per day) to use as needed with five refills. If the message was conveyed that I needed a refill/new prescription since mid-November, O.M.G. I haven't even used half of my first bottle. They aren't effective. When I take them, all I want to do is take multiple pills and I beg to take ibuprofen or anything else to subside the pain. I just wonder, doesn't anyone listen anymore?
So I will call again and maybe go in for another appointment. I can't wait to see what comes of it all...stay tuned...maybe I will update next year! ;)
Over 12 years ago, I had reconstructive ACL knee surgery. The doctor told me I would likely need reconstructive knee surgery at some point. I decided to look up my doctor and get a check up to see if everything was fine, which of course I knew it wasn't. I went in November. The doctor was shocked at how well I was walking given the sight of my x-rays. While the ACL is fine, I have more damage and long-story-short, bone on bone. He advised that I shouldn't be doing lunges or squats and I should understand I can't do things like others my age. Well duh, I should be doing more! :) He gave me an anti-inflammatory and suggested I grin and bear it, and admitted he hoped I wouldn't need reconstructive surgery so young.
Fast forward to January 2013...my knee is getting worse. I am taking the as needed anti-inflammatory pills more and more and the pain is not subsiding. I decided to call the doctor's office on Wednesday to inquire about getting a note for the ability to wear tennis shoes at work if needed and to see if I could be prescribed something else that may be more effective. I told the girl on the phone I was prescribed the generic of Voltaren. She called back to question what I was on, thinking I said something else. She then called and left a message to call her back. I called this morning and spoke with someone else. My file was pulled and I was told that I needed to come in to see the doctor again because it had been so long. Long? It was mid-November, but whatever. I left a message for the first girl to call me back.
Tonight I checked my messages on the home phone (despite giving my cell number) and there was a message from the Orthopedic office to call to schedule an appointment with my doctor next week as he wants to see me before refilling my prescription. WTH? Of course he would if that is what I called about! I was given a month prescription (60 pills/2x per day) to use as needed with five refills. If the message was conveyed that I needed a refill/new prescription since mid-November, O.M.G. I haven't even used half of my first bottle. They aren't effective. When I take them, all I want to do is take multiple pills and I beg to take ibuprofen or anything else to subside the pain. I just wonder, doesn't anyone listen anymore?
So I will call again and maybe go in for another appointment. I can't wait to see what comes of it all...stay tuned...maybe I will update next year! ;)
2013: Life As I Know It
I can't even believe that my last post was 9/11/12. That seems like forever ago...so much has happened since then...and yet things are still the same. While I decided to blog about my health, I'll do a quick update:
* My step-dad is doing well. The liver transplant was a success although he suffered complications that have impacted his vision and memory. The change has been a major adjustment to his and my mother's way of life; but, they are adjusting. He is alive and we are all blessed for the small miracles.
* We spent Thanksgiving with my brother's wife's family. It was great to see my brother and his family. This was the first real outing since my step-dad's surgery and both he and my mom looked well. Despite our short visit with family, I was so blessed to be with family on the holiday.
* After Christmas T and I drove a second vehicle down to Florida with mom and step-dad. The drive down was long and challenging and included a run-away u-haul trailer that crossed the median a car in front of us on I75! I was just glad that T didn't want to log anymore permit practice hours.
* T and I spent a week with my parents in Florida lounging around and being blessed to have family and our youth ;) I read four books during the week! T and I went to Epcot where I became the worst mom ever - navigating crowds and leaving him behind!
* Many changes at work which have lead to significant transition. I even applied for a supervisor position that I still believe I maintain I don't ever want. But it is the year of 13 and maybe a year of change. So who knows.
* As a parent I am struggling with T turning 16 in a few months and whether or not he should get his license. The thought of purchasing a new car for myself with a car payment and insurance for him makes me want to hurl. Since he is only a sophomore and unemployed, I am leaning toward keeping him permitted to avoid having to pay for insurance for the time being.
* MS and I are still dating. As I was in Florida for the New Year, I hoped it would be better to start the year off apart and not repeat our previous New Year. Unfortunately, this year I had some serious deep thoughts and it didn't lead to good times on the relationship front. Whether it was commitment related, reality related or just stagnation; nevertheless, all is continuing, status quo.
* I went and saw Flashdance on Broadway! AG gave me two free tickets! I was super excited to be back in the theater and loved every minute of the show!
* It has been two years since MS and I planned a Spring Break together. We didn't end up going last time. I wonder if this time will have better results. I can guarantee they will be different. We shall see. Again planning on a last minute vacation opportunity with MS and I and two 16 year old boys on a road trip across America. What fun, right? Ummm....I'll get back to you on that one.
So I think that basically sums up the past few months. I can't believe it is officially February 1, 2013. How time seems to fly.
* My step-dad is doing well. The liver transplant was a success although he suffered complications that have impacted his vision and memory. The change has been a major adjustment to his and my mother's way of life; but, they are adjusting. He is alive and we are all blessed for the small miracles.
* We spent Thanksgiving with my brother's wife's family. It was great to see my brother and his family. This was the first real outing since my step-dad's surgery and both he and my mom looked well. Despite our short visit with family, I was so blessed to be with family on the holiday.
* After Christmas T and I drove a second vehicle down to Florida with mom and step-dad. The drive down was long and challenging and included a run-away u-haul trailer that crossed the median a car in front of us on I75! I was just glad that T didn't want to log anymore permit practice hours.
* T and I spent a week with my parents in Florida lounging around and being blessed to have family and our youth ;) I read four books during the week! T and I went to Epcot where I became the worst mom ever - navigating crowds and leaving him behind!
* Many changes at work which have lead to significant transition. I even applied for a supervisor position that I still believe I maintain I don't ever want. But it is the year of 13 and maybe a year of change. So who knows.
* As a parent I am struggling with T turning 16 in a few months and whether or not he should get his license. The thought of purchasing a new car for myself with a car payment and insurance for him makes me want to hurl. Since he is only a sophomore and unemployed, I am leaning toward keeping him permitted to avoid having to pay for insurance for the time being.
* MS and I are still dating. As I was in Florida for the New Year, I hoped it would be better to start the year off apart and not repeat our previous New Year. Unfortunately, this year I had some serious deep thoughts and it didn't lead to good times on the relationship front. Whether it was commitment related, reality related or just stagnation; nevertheless, all is continuing, status quo.
* I went and saw Flashdance on Broadway! AG gave me two free tickets! I was super excited to be back in the theater and loved every minute of the show!
* It has been two years since MS and I planned a Spring Break together. We didn't end up going last time. I wonder if this time will have better results. I can guarantee they will be different. We shall see. Again planning on a last minute vacation opportunity with MS and I and two 16 year old boys on a road trip across America. What fun, right? Ummm....I'll get back to you on that one.
So I think that basically sums up the past few months. I can't believe it is officially February 1, 2013. How time seems to fly.
Friday, January 7, 2011
2010 Year In Review
2010 YEAR IN REVIEW
HEALTH:
This past year my health has remained stable (knock, knock). A minor biking accident Memorial weekend added a scar on my wrist but nothing more serious. Halloween weekend, the claw of a hammer below the eye resulted in a small fracture of my facial plate and a minor scar but no permanent damage.
FITNESS:
What is that? 2010 saw me completely throw fitness out the window. I didn’t go to the gym. I battled with myself as to trying to eat healthy but ultimately failing. Physical fitness included occasional roller blading, walking or biking but nothing regular and routine. I can tell that the muscle mass is disappearing and the Pillsbury Dough Boy look is not becoming!
HOUSE:
A new ¾ bathroom and egress window were added to the basement during the summer. The additional bathroom has been a blessing (I even change shower curtains less!). T’s room was updated to a Youth Bedroom with cosmetic changes in the house and some minor changes to the guest bedroom (which still seems in limbo). I got a new grill for Christmas, so maybe I will add new patio furniture in 2011!
EMPLOYMENT:
A full year of my current position completed. Early Spring I was ready to quit which lead me to pursue a foster home license. For the most part, I love my job, when I’m busy. I could do without the office politics, drama and snarky people.
FINANCIAL:
No real change. 2010 saw a rebound to the 401k. As the year ended, my employer no longer does automatic savings bonds. I’m still in limbo trying to determine what to do with that monthly allotment that was automatically done for the past 13 years! A full year on the new 15 year mortgage has me happy with the great reduction!
TRAVEL:
The year began in Colorado and a second road trip to Colorado later in January. Unfortunately there wasn’t much snow and drama ensued on the second trip. Spring Break was a first time cruise with my mom from Florida to Mexico. In August T and I went to Arizona and saw the GRAND CANYON and had a fabulous trip! At the end of the Halloween weekend I found myself on an emergent trip to Tampa Florida to say what I thought was my final goodbye to my dad. November was a quick trip to Vermont to drive a vehicle with my brother and his family’s belongings back to Michigan – their midway point to their move to South Dakota.
Travel was pretty limited due to the basement bathroom addition which I will pay off before my year of 0% interest ends this summer.
PARENTING:
This year I found myself the proud and new mother of…a teenager. T turned thirteen in March and was allowed to have a Facebook page. The year has been somewhat challenging from a parenting perspective in pushing T towards friends and independence but still being a parent. I discovered T had a girlfriend via Facebook as well as a second Facebook account. Just before Christmas, texting was added to T and my parent’s cell phones. The end of year wrapped up with learning of secrecy, 580 son texts (in 5 days!) and parental battles of privacy for a teen. I am sure I will be battling the fine lines of privacy and independence until he moves out of the house.
Drama continued with the other half, especially around November for the holidays and hunting season. He refuses to communicate with me and only talks to our son and is beginning to talk more negatively about me. Less than five years. Less than five years…
PERSONAL:
Around Spring Break I decided maybe I was ready to consider the dating pool again. Wading around in the shallow end, quickly found me trying to tread water and then get the hell out of the pool. I spent a lot of time hanging out with friends and keeping busy. I attended meetup groups and did a lot of fun things and met some very interesting people. I again slowly tried the dating thing but found dating sites beyond comical and borderline appalling. I set my standards pretty low and aimed to find someone I wanted to see more than twice. Ultimately in October after ending a brief out-of-state long distance dating, I planned a much needed out of town trip with someone that we had remained friends since going out twice at the beginning of my pool wading. We have been dating since. I’m doing my best to not over analyze and going from there!
MISC:
As mentioned earlier and in previous posts, I thought my dad was finally dying. That The Little Boy Who Cried Wolf was no longer able to cry. My aunt, my brother, myself and hospital staff were wrong. Not that that is a bad thing, but I don’t know what it is. He was denied a VAD and heart transplant and sent home with Hospice early November. Maybe by some miracle other options exist because his wife is now saying that a VAD and heart transplant are available through a different hospital and donations are needed. The end of the year presented a new issue with my dad’s wife in the communication arena which has severed the relationship even more. I haven’t heard back from them after leaving a message on Christmas. I believe he is still alive, but honestly, nothing would surprise me at this point.
In September I became a licensed foster parent. I have been called for a handful of placements that were not appropriate. I have yet to have my first placement and wonder if I ever will. The experience of the licensing process was enlightening – personally and professionally.
2011 PREDICTIONS
HEALTH/FITNESS:
I have kicked off 2011 by not making a New Years Resolution but by making a concerted effort to make my health and fitness a priority. I started with my annual physical which will have numerous follow ups for health concerns. I was prescribed Ambien for sleeping as my insomnia is becoming scary but I want to see if eating well and exercise work first! I started taking a multi-vitamin “for her” and hope it will work for me too! I am committing to taking six months of vitamins. I am making a conscious effort to eat breakfast, lunch and dinner daily as I often skip meals, especially at work. I also went to the gym two days ago and plan to add exercise back into my life, slowly and consistently. I would also love to lose 15-20 pounds but at this point, I just want to be healthy and fit.
TRAVEL:
I hope to travel more this year. T is with me for Spring Break this year so I’m excited to figure out what we come up with and whether or not we utilize another week of the timeshare, two weeks out to randomly find us somewhere new and random. I also forsee some traveling with the boyfriend, with and without the teen children.
CAR:
I anticipate that I may need a new car this year. My cruise temporarily died again last night. My car seems to be “skipping” between 45-50 miles per hour and I wonder if it is transmission related. I am not looking forward to a car payment but I need something safe and reliable!
HOUSE:
I purchased a new comforter for the bedroom for Christmas along with new dishes! I anticipate that I will likely bite the bullet and finally paint my bedroom the milk chocolate color that I’ve been salivating over for years! I don’t foresee any other home improvement projects – maintenance only.
PERSONAL:
I vow to not lose myself while dating. I hope to continue to pursue fun adventures with friends outside of dating. I will continue to push myself to be a better me rather than settle with the routine and the monotony.
Happy New Year!
Monday, October 4, 2010
ArtPrize 2010
ArtPrize began in Grand Rapids, MI in 2009. In order to promote art in the community, an event welcomed artists from the area - far and wide - to display a wide variety of artistic talent and the opportunity to win $250,000. Wikipedia defines ArtPrize. For more information, also check out http://www.artprize.org/.
I have had the opportunity to explore ArtPrize both years. While clearly I am not an artist, I struggle with playing hangman and having to draw a stick figure, I am in awe at the amazing talent of the artists. Some artists have argued that the entries and even the Top 10 winners of ArtPrize are not the most talented, but as a society we need to accept that with the public texting and voting for their favorites, the most talented isn't always the winner.
Randomly, here are some pictures of my favorites or most interesting art that I liked. Some of them made the top 10. ArtPrize continues through October 10, 2010.
There are also pianos randomly throughout the city to enjoy making your own music. Several popular artists have also performed free concerts for the public. A great experience for all ages!
Randomly, here are some pictures of my favorites or most interesting art that I liked. Some of them made the top 10. ArtPrize continues through October 10, 2010.
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| Top 10: Young Kim - Salt & Earth (Salt & Clay) |
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| One of Many of the Fish Artwork on Display |
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| This "carpet" is made out of sand! |
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| Top 10: Wander Martich - Helping Mom One Penny at a Time (3D made of all pennies!) |
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| Picture made of 250,920 small balls! |
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| Top 10: Mia Tavonatti - Svelata (Stained Glass Mosaic) |
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| Gloria Kirk-Hanna: Fiber Four Seasons |
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| Nellie Durand: The Lake, made of Fiber |
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| One of my Favorites: Mosaic made of Crayons! |
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| Lori Hough: Giraffes made of Paper Mache |
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| 7000 Images created the Picture of the GR Symphony |
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| Schemm & Buteyn: When We Are Mammoths 2010 (Aluminum/Steel/Wood) |
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| Top 10: Bill Secunda - Dancing With Lions (1,000 pounds of cut nails) |
Top 10: Birks, Jensen - Steam Pig Experiment (3D, Sound)
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| Mannequin designed in beads |
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| Horses made of kitchen utensils |
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| Florence Truskowski: Sweet Magnolia (Torn Paper Collage) |
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| Top 10: Fredrick Prescott - Elephant Walk (3D) |
Top 10: David Spriggs - The Vision (2-3D Imagery)
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| Top 10: Chris LaPorte: Cavalry, American Officers, 1921 (2h Pencil on Paper) 800 hours and 8.5 months to complete this pencil drawing |
There were two other Top 10 features that I didn't photograph, taken from www.ArtPrize.org
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| Top 10: Paul Baliker - A Matter of Time (3D Wood Sculpture) |
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| Top Ten: Beili Liu - Lure/Wave, Grand Rapids (Lure/Forest) (3D Thread/Sewing Needles) |
There are also pianos randomly throughout the city to enjoy making your own music. Several popular artists have also performed free concerts for the public. A great experience for all ages!
Bean Dip Recipe
I have absolutely no idea what the true name is for my latest love! My mom made it sometime ago and everytime I see her, I crave the dip. She serves the dip with tortilla chips, which is great, but I prefer it by the bowlful with a spoon just as well!
Enjoy! Even T loves this and he isn't a big fan of beans or peas. The longer the dip refrigerates, the sweeter the taste as the sugar and vinegar mix.
Bean Dip
1 Can Black Beans (Drain & Rinse)
1 Can Black Eyed Peas (Drain & Rinse)
1 Can White Corn ("Shoe Peg" Drained)
1 Small Jar Pimentos (Drained)
3 Green Onions (Chopped)
1/2 Can Chile Tomatoes
3/4 Cup Cider Vinegar
3/4 Cup Sugar
1/4 Cup Hot Water
Mix all together. Refrigerate overnight.
Saturday, September 25, 2010
Envy...
I'm not a very envious person. I am very happy and content with who I am, what I have, where I have been and even why I am who I am and why I do the things I do.
I suppose being raised catholic, in the deep recesses of my mind I recall the 10 Commandments. I don't covet. I feel for those less fortunate and I rejoice for those more fortunate. Life is what it is and what I make of it. I can choose to be or do more than I do and I have no one else to blame for my misfortunes, because in the end, life has molded me into ME. I am comfortable.
So...the reason for this post? As much as I don't want to be, sometimes I can find myself envious. Envious of other people, envious of other's skills.
And as of late, the one thing I can't shake...my envy of other's abilities to navigate technology.
You see, I believe it has been weeks, maybe even months that I have been trying to update the blogs I follow. I follow blogs in Google Reader and I have "managed subscriptions" as well as "manage" in my blog dashboard. I have hit "unsubscribe". I have hit the trash can symbol. I have "stopped following".
Each and every time they show updated and then...THEY ARE BACK. I refuse to quit. I have tried on different computers with different servers. I have tried probably a dozen times.
And today, I found that someone had stopped following me. I'm not worried about having one less follower. I prefer to be the wallflower. I prefer to be the silent observer reading and following others and somewhat sharing but not having to be followed.
What I am envious of...how in the hell did SHE do it? It was probably a quick click. A mere thought and a quick action and done.
Why is it that sometimes when I think I can figure things out, I find myself completely incompetent and facing envy full frontal?
I suppose being raised catholic, in the deep recesses of my mind I recall the 10 Commandments. I don't covet. I feel for those less fortunate and I rejoice for those more fortunate. Life is what it is and what I make of it. I can choose to be or do more than I do and I have no one else to blame for my misfortunes, because in the end, life has molded me into ME. I am comfortable.
So...the reason for this post? As much as I don't want to be, sometimes I can find myself envious. Envious of other people, envious of other's skills.
And as of late, the one thing I can't shake...my envy of other's abilities to navigate technology.
You see, I believe it has been weeks, maybe even months that I have been trying to update the blogs I follow. I follow blogs in Google Reader and I have "managed subscriptions" as well as "manage" in my blog dashboard. I have hit "unsubscribe". I have hit the trash can symbol. I have "stopped following".
Each and every time they show updated and then...THEY ARE BACK. I refuse to quit. I have tried on different computers with different servers. I have tried probably a dozen times.
And today, I found that someone had stopped following me. I'm not worried about having one less follower. I prefer to be the wallflower. I prefer to be the silent observer reading and following others and somewhat sharing but not having to be followed.
What I am envious of...how in the hell did SHE do it? It was probably a quick click. A mere thought and a quick action and done.
Why is it that sometimes when I think I can figure things out, I find myself completely incompetent and facing envy full frontal?
Friday, September 10, 2010
Phone...
Happy Friday! I'm still trying to adjust to my morning routine now that my son is back in school. I'm falling back into bad habits, but I'm going to for the moment credit that to feeling a bit run-down and the allergies are in full force!
I managed to leave the house at 8:24a.m. and feeling rather grunge. I didn't bother to really do anything to my hair other then throw some scrunch gel in, which means by the time the hair dries, I will be more than annoyed by how bad it looks! I also realized when I got to the office, I left my cell phone at home.
Never seems to fail, when this happens, I feel rather lost. I use my phone as my clock. Granted there are days when it doesn't ring or I don't text or receive a text, but without it I feel like I'm missing something. With my absolutely empty work schedule and only living three miles from work, I'll drive back home and retrieve it.
To confirm that this Friday seems to be a day that I am missing things, a co-worker flew into my cubicle and bellowed, "WHY DON'T YOU ANSWER YOUR PHONE?"
I surely hope it isn't going to be one of those days! And a trip home is going to happen very soon!
What is the one physical item that you can't or prefer to do without?
*** Almost four hours later, I walked out of my office into the bright and warm sunny day. A day of peace and tranquility. I got in my car. I looked in the cup holder and didn't see my phone. I relished in the warmth of my car - the times that I love having a black car! I looked to my right on the front passenger seat, and there was my phone! I had 7 alerts, while they made me smile, nothing was life threatening and it was nice to have my phone, have my messages and not have to drive the three miles home! Happy Friday!
I managed to leave the house at 8:24a.m. and feeling rather grunge. I didn't bother to really do anything to my hair other then throw some scrunch gel in, which means by the time the hair dries, I will be more than annoyed by how bad it looks! I also realized when I got to the office, I left my cell phone at home.
Never seems to fail, when this happens, I feel rather lost. I use my phone as my clock. Granted there are days when it doesn't ring or I don't text or receive a text, but without it I feel like I'm missing something. With my absolutely empty work schedule and only living three miles from work, I'll drive back home and retrieve it.
To confirm that this Friday seems to be a day that I am missing things, a co-worker flew into my cubicle and bellowed, "WHY DON'T YOU ANSWER YOUR PHONE?"
I surely hope it isn't going to be one of those days! And a trip home is going to happen very soon!
What is the one physical item that you can't or prefer to do without?
*** Almost four hours later, I walked out of my office into the bright and warm sunny day. A day of peace and tranquility. I got in my car. I looked in the cup holder and didn't see my phone. I relished in the warmth of my car - the times that I love having a black car! I looked to my right on the front passenger seat, and there was my phone! I had 7 alerts, while they made me smile, nothing was life threatening and it was nice to have my phone, have my messages and not have to drive the three miles home! Happy Friday!
Sunday, June 6, 2010
Pictures & Dating
There have been very few times that I've actually enjoyed looking at the picture of someone I'm dating. Don't get me wrong, that doesn't mean that I find the person I'm dating to be ugly, I just don't have the need to stare at someone's picture. Granted, I have, but never really stared at someone's picture that I have never met.
Before I just met someone, he admitted that he stared at my picture for 30 minutes. That creeped me out! He was just amazed at how beautiful I am. Creeped me out, again.
There are two people, neither of course that I am dating, that I do like their pictures. Something about seeing them, seeing their smile, knowing who they are, makes me smile. I suppose, if I was creepy, I could find myself staring at their pictures for 30 minutes, but I don't. I met them, we went out and it didn't work. Is what it is. I'm not creepy, I'm not stalkerish, some people just take better pictures or maybe some, we just have a better connection.
The dating site seems to be more of a joke. I am getting burned out, very quickly, which is more than typical for me. I was called shallow twice yesterday. One by the creepy picture guy that when we met, he stood 5'9" (instead of his reported 5'11") and was about 300 lbs. (instead of his"average" larger strong frame he reported). So while we had shared good communication via email, looks do matter. There has to be chemistry and physical attraction. If that makes me shallow, so be it. I am shallow. Ironic thing though, I may be shallow, but he pursued me because of a picture, did he not?
Then there was another that messaged me. He is 6'5" and "thin" but states he is missing his four front teeth. I responded to his message and we chatted for a few minutes. He told me everyone is a liar online so I inquired about his teeth. A good smile is HUGE for me - it says so many things about a person. Even if a person has good teeth and they don't smile, I'm not interested in them either. I want someone that cares for himself and enjoys life and he easily smiles. I would never say, "You had me at hello." I would say, "You had me with your smile." It's true! So I inquired if he had a partial which I was corrected that it is called a "flipper" and that his had broken. I messaged him that a smile is important to me. He said, "wow. I hope you find a guy with a great smile that will cheat on you with your best friend or sister." Ok then. Glad that his first message to me was, "Hey cutie, you are cute." So I'm suppose to think that a man without four front teeth is cute?
Apparently YES, I AM THAT SHALLOW.
Before I just met someone, he admitted that he stared at my picture for 30 minutes. That creeped me out! He was just amazed at how beautiful I am. Creeped me out, again.
There are two people, neither of course that I am dating, that I do like their pictures. Something about seeing them, seeing their smile, knowing who they are, makes me smile. I suppose, if I was creepy, I could find myself staring at their pictures for 30 minutes, but I don't. I met them, we went out and it didn't work. Is what it is. I'm not creepy, I'm not stalkerish, some people just take better pictures or maybe some, we just have a better connection.
The dating site seems to be more of a joke. I am getting burned out, very quickly, which is more than typical for me. I was called shallow twice yesterday. One by the creepy picture guy that when we met, he stood 5'9" (instead of his reported 5'11") and was about 300 lbs. (instead of his"average" larger strong frame he reported). So while we had shared good communication via email, looks do matter. There has to be chemistry and physical attraction. If that makes me shallow, so be it. I am shallow. Ironic thing though, I may be shallow, but he pursued me because of a picture, did he not?
Then there was another that messaged me. He is 6'5" and "thin" but states he is missing his four front teeth. I responded to his message and we chatted for a few minutes. He told me everyone is a liar online so I inquired about his teeth. A good smile is HUGE for me - it says so many things about a person. Even if a person has good teeth and they don't smile, I'm not interested in them either. I want someone that cares for himself and enjoys life and he easily smiles. I would never say, "You had me at hello." I would say, "You had me with your smile." It's true! So I inquired if he had a partial which I was corrected that it is called a "flipper" and that his had broken. I messaged him that a smile is important to me. He said, "wow. I hope you find a guy with a great smile that will cheat on you with your best friend or sister." Ok then. Glad that his first message to me was, "Hey cutie, you are cute." So I'm suppose to think that a man without four front teeth is cute?
Apparently YES, I AM THAT SHALLOW.
Baseball Update
A quick update on baseball...still in the full swing of baseball. Recently went to the Whitecaps with the Little League - which I have been going to for years and somehow wasn't asked if I wanted to buy tickets. Coincidental?
Coach felt so bad that he forgot to ask me, he gave me a free ticket. I'm feeling very odd about all the extras that I am getting from the coach. He recently gave me a $50 gift certificate to my favorite restaurant for keeping the books. Every game he comments, "You don't get paid enough for doing this!" I feel weird about it all. I wanted to give the certificate back. Granted every game there has been some issue about the score, substitutions or something else, but that's besides the point! One of the games I was even out on the field with the coaches and ump about an illegal pitcher substitution. I had no idea it was illegal, but I could verify how many innings/outs a player was in the field. Apparently, this was discussed by some of the parents at the Whitecaps game - how one "woman scorekeeper was on the field!"
I do take my responsibilities very seriously. Can I say...Scorpio?
Last week the coach asked if I would be willing to chaperone three of the boys for a weekend baseball tournament. Me? I emailed him back and asked if a "dad" wouldn't be a better option. I asked T and he is fine with it and so I said I would, but a hotel room with three teenage boys? Going to be good times...good times! What in the world am I thinking?
Coach felt so bad that he forgot to ask me, he gave me a free ticket. I'm feeling very odd about all the extras that I am getting from the coach. He recently gave me a $50 gift certificate to my favorite restaurant for keeping the books. Every game he comments, "You don't get paid enough for doing this!" I feel weird about it all. I wanted to give the certificate back. Granted every game there has been some issue about the score, substitutions or something else, but that's besides the point! One of the games I was even out on the field with the coaches and ump about an illegal pitcher substitution. I had no idea it was illegal, but I could verify how many innings/outs a player was in the field. Apparently, this was discussed by some of the parents at the Whitecaps game - how one "woman scorekeeper was on the field!"
I do take my responsibilities very seriously. Can I say...Scorpio?
Last week the coach asked if I would be willing to chaperone three of the boys for a weekend baseball tournament. Me? I emailed him back and asked if a "dad" wouldn't be a better option. I asked T and he is fine with it and so I said I would, but a hotel room with three teenage boys? Going to be good times...good times! What in the world am I thinking?
Licensing Update
One of the last times I blogged, I discussed pursuing becoming a foster parent. I'm one foot in the process and continuing. I had my Orientation a few weeks ago and due to my own job, there are certain training requirements that I'm exempt because, I've already done them!
My Orientation was "non-conventional" and I was drilled hard by the Licenser, also a very close associate. He took advantage of his authority over me and pushed me harder than was appropriate. When I left the office I wondered whether or not it would be better to have the younger licenser that I do not know on a personal level license me. It was out of my hands. Fortunately (I think) she was assigned my case/home. Unfortunately, she is intimidated by me and the fact that I know more about licensing than she does. I'm doing my best to wear a different hat, I really am!
One of the rules of being a foster parent includes that you cannot utilize a basement for anything other than laundry and storage if you do not have two means of egress. I do not. I have nine glass block windows in my basement, which is approximately 1400 sq. feet. We recently changed around the basement den to include T's 42" television, the other television - strictly for the Nintendo 64), a love seat, a futon, a five-in one air couch conversion thingy, the computer, etc. The other room offers the ping pong table and air hockey table. In getting licensed, my son and I cannot use the basement without an egress! I will not get licensed without making the basement "legal". The licenser said that just "foster kids" couldn't be in the basement, she is wrong. I will not violate the rules. Somethings I really am black and white.
There is grant money to assist with egress windows. If I get approved. I recently had a second quote for an egress window and met with the first for a second time. Both quotes were approximately $4300. Amazing that my friends all feel that I could get one for $1500-$2000. Why such the vast difference? Due to my concrete house, steel framing, close nature to the neighbors driveway, trees, gas line, 8'6" ceilings, etc. the cost is what it is.
I also had one of the places give me a quote on putting in a small bathroom in the basement. I've always wanted a second bath. I want a shower not a tub for purposes of space and cost. A friend told me this is a 3/4 bath. What? Anyway...so for both the quote came in at $10,000. I actually thought that was reasonable. Why again am I not handy? Of course in putting in an egress window and a second bath, my taxes will definitely increase. I've been in my house for 11 years now. It has been a fabulous investment and a great home for us, even if I don't see the monetary return when I sell it.
It is just a big investment. License or not. I'm debating whether or not to just jump right in or get a third quote. Decisions, decisions, decisions.
As for the rest of the licensing process...I'm waiting on the doctor's offices to complete the medical statements and return them. My friends have all received the reference requests. I apparently still have 2.5 hours of training to complete - I'll have that done very soon. I still need to get a carbon monoxide detector and would like to pick up another twin bed. So making progress, just it's going much slower than I would like. I'm learning to deal with not being in control. It's a hard lesson.
My Orientation was "non-conventional" and I was drilled hard by the Licenser, also a very close associate. He took advantage of his authority over me and pushed me harder than was appropriate. When I left the office I wondered whether or not it would be better to have the younger licenser that I do not know on a personal level license me. It was out of my hands. Fortunately (I think) she was assigned my case/home. Unfortunately, she is intimidated by me and the fact that I know more about licensing than she does. I'm doing my best to wear a different hat, I really am!
One of the rules of being a foster parent includes that you cannot utilize a basement for anything other than laundry and storage if you do not have two means of egress. I do not. I have nine glass block windows in my basement, which is approximately 1400 sq. feet. We recently changed around the basement den to include T's 42" television, the other television - strictly for the Nintendo 64), a love seat, a futon, a five-in one air couch conversion thingy, the computer, etc. The other room offers the ping pong table and air hockey table. In getting licensed, my son and I cannot use the basement without an egress! I will not get licensed without making the basement "legal". The licenser said that just "foster kids" couldn't be in the basement, she is wrong. I will not violate the rules. Somethings I really am black and white.
There is grant money to assist with egress windows. If I get approved. I recently had a second quote for an egress window and met with the first for a second time. Both quotes were approximately $4300. Amazing that my friends all feel that I could get one for $1500-$2000. Why such the vast difference? Due to my concrete house, steel framing, close nature to the neighbors driveway, trees, gas line, 8'6" ceilings, etc. the cost is what it is.
I also had one of the places give me a quote on putting in a small bathroom in the basement. I've always wanted a second bath. I want a shower not a tub for purposes of space and cost. A friend told me this is a 3/4 bath. What? Anyway...so for both the quote came in at $10,000. I actually thought that was reasonable. Why again am I not handy? Of course in putting in an egress window and a second bath, my taxes will definitely increase. I've been in my house for 11 years now. It has been a fabulous investment and a great home for us, even if I don't see the monetary return when I sell it.
It is just a big investment. License or not. I'm debating whether or not to just jump right in or get a third quote. Decisions, decisions, decisions.
As for the rest of the licensing process...I'm waiting on the doctor's offices to complete the medical statements and return them. My friends have all received the reference requests. I apparently still have 2.5 hours of training to complete - I'll have that done very soon. I still need to get a carbon monoxide detector and would like to pick up another twin bed. So making progress, just it's going much slower than I would like. I'm learning to deal with not being in control. It's a hard lesson.
Someone Elses Game Night
Those that know me, know that I love game night! I have a closet that holds at least fifty games, although unlike my shower curtains, I haven't actually counted them.
It's been a while since I've had a game night at my house. I love having them, I really do. But, I worry whether or not anyone would actually come. Every game night I've had, I usually have a dozen people or so and it's a great time by everyone. I mean seriously, how can you forget the laughs and the memories? Lately, I've been asked by at least six people when I'm going to have another game night. Soon? Maybe soon. But 'tis the season of summer and beaches and graduations and vacations and and and...
Last Sunday night I was invited by a "friend" to join him for game night at a friend of his. It was a little awkward in a way since the invite was rather out of the blue. This guy and I had met about two years ago at a singles mingle party from the dating site. We had both been at a few and we are the infamous FB friends. We grabbed lunch once last fall. I will not date him. He decided that he will be my "wing man". When I found myself all bruised up from the bike accident I called him immediately to cancel.
Since I was bruising immediately I had no idea how bad it would look the following evening. The phone connection was bad and he ended up calling back and leaving me a message. He sang, "You're so vain. You're so vain. You probably think this...", you get the idea. That was funny! Maybe I was, but these were also people I didn't know and I was going to look like a recent domestic violence victim! But I conceded and said that I would go.
I had a good time. I'm glad that I went. Acknowledging what had happened made it easier that no one had to whisper or wonder. Their game closet, which the husband said was stocked, was a pathetic attempt at games, comparatively speaking of course. Two ran out to get Guesstures while the rest of us, six hung out. I actually own Guesstures and think I've only played it...once.
I had a few Wild Blue beers and two shots with my partner, the owner of the home. I have to say, there is nothing more fun than making a fool of yourself trying to act out things for the purposes of a point, or two! Just imagine me on all four trying to get him to say cow...yeah and the silent mooing wasn't working either. Then I had squirt - if cow teets wasn't working, trying to squirt them REALLY wasn't working! Glad that I had never met these people before and likely won't see them again!
My friend dropped me back off at my car where we met for dinner, On the Border. He went home. I decided that I was too tired to drive the half hour home. For some reason exhaustion hit me like a ton of bricks. I didn't feel intoxicated, but I knew I couldn't drive home right then either. I decided to rest in the parking lot for a bit. My friend texted me to text him when I made it home. A dozen texts later, which mind you were very entertaining and it wasn't even the alcohol factor, I fell asleep. I woke at some point to find him standing next to my car! I followed him to his house a mile away and he showed me his couch in the basement that I quickly fell asleep!
I spent the next few days struggling with dizziness, nausea, blurred vision...I believe I had a mild concussion from the bike fall. Had I known that at the time, I wouldn't have drank anything at all the next night. Almost a week later, I have no more symptoms. My bruise on my chin is minimal and the scabs on my wrists are smaller but still present.
All in all, it was a lot of fun having game night at someone else's house and I'm glad that I went...bruise, scabs and concussion included!
It's been a while since I've had a game night at my house. I love having them, I really do. But, I worry whether or not anyone would actually come. Every game night I've had, I usually have a dozen people or so and it's a great time by everyone. I mean seriously, how can you forget the laughs and the memories? Lately, I've been asked by at least six people when I'm going to have another game night. Soon? Maybe soon. But 'tis the season of summer and beaches and graduations and vacations and and and...
Last Sunday night I was invited by a "friend" to join him for game night at a friend of his. It was a little awkward in a way since the invite was rather out of the blue. This guy and I had met about two years ago at a singles mingle party from the dating site. We had both been at a few and we are the infamous FB friends. We grabbed lunch once last fall. I will not date him. He decided that he will be my "wing man". When I found myself all bruised up from the bike accident I called him immediately to cancel.
Since I was bruising immediately I had no idea how bad it would look the following evening. The phone connection was bad and he ended up calling back and leaving me a message. He sang, "You're so vain. You're so vain. You probably think this...", you get the idea. That was funny! Maybe I was, but these were also people I didn't know and I was going to look like a recent domestic violence victim! But I conceded and said that I would go.
I had a good time. I'm glad that I went. Acknowledging what had happened made it easier that no one had to whisper or wonder. Their game closet, which the husband said was stocked, was a pathetic attempt at games, comparatively speaking of course. Two ran out to get Guesstures while the rest of us, six hung out. I actually own Guesstures and think I've only played it...once.
I had a few Wild Blue beers and two shots with my partner, the owner of the home. I have to say, there is nothing more fun than making a fool of yourself trying to act out things for the purposes of a point, or two! Just imagine me on all four trying to get him to say cow...yeah and the silent mooing wasn't working either. Then I had squirt - if cow teets wasn't working, trying to squirt them REALLY wasn't working! Glad that I had never met these people before and likely won't see them again!
My friend dropped me back off at my car where we met for dinner, On the Border. He went home. I decided that I was too tired to drive the half hour home. For some reason exhaustion hit me like a ton of bricks. I didn't feel intoxicated, but I knew I couldn't drive home right then either. I decided to rest in the parking lot for a bit. My friend texted me to text him when I made it home. A dozen texts later, which mind you were very entertaining and it wasn't even the alcohol factor, I fell asleep. I woke at some point to find him standing next to my car! I followed him to his house a mile away and he showed me his couch in the basement that I quickly fell asleep!
I spent the next few days struggling with dizziness, nausea, blurred vision...I believe I had a mild concussion from the bike fall. Had I known that at the time, I wouldn't have drank anything at all the next night. Almost a week later, I have no more symptoms. My bruise on my chin is minimal and the scabs on my wrists are smaller but still present.
All in all, it was a lot of fun having game night at someone else's house and I'm glad that I went...bruise, scabs and concussion included!
Bike Bruise
I'm recovering. I'm healing.
Not from an addiction. Not from my blogging hiatus. Not from a relationship.
I am healing from my latest accident. By definition what is an accident?
The dictionary lists Accident - Noun:
1. a) An unexpected and undesirable event, especially one resulting in damage or harm: car accidents on icy roads.
b) An unforeseen incident: A series of happy accidents led to his promotion.
c) An instance of involuntary urination or defecation in one's clothing.
2. Lack of intention; chance: ran into an old friend by accident.
3. Logic A circumstance or attribute that is not essential to the nature of something.
Fortunately for me, my accident was not c).
Memorial Weekend, I put my bike rack on my bike and headed twenty-five miles or so to my good friend, AG's house to ride bikes. He had recently purchased a bike and we decided we would hit the trails. Mind you, I love AG and I try hard not to view him as my 6'5" baby bird that I'm nursing into 35 year old adulthood, but seriously this man has been sheltered. I realize it is not my job or duty to feel the motherly instinct of protector and teacher, but some roles are inherent. Also, AG doesn't drive due to a medical condition. Having said that...this is how a week later, I find myself still healing.
I threw AG's bike in my bike rack and we were off to find the "beginning of the trail" since AG didn't like where I wanted to start. So we went to a nearby park and were finally on our way. About a half mile into the ride on the bike path, AG inquired about "biker etiquette". I offered some suggestions and input about other bikers, walkers, etc. (apparently NOT enough). Shortly after that, we merged from the bike route into the road where we continued.
AG was slightly in front of me and to my right, so I was on his inside. I mentioned about not knowing that the park had a disc golf course (one of my summer faves!) at which point he turned his head back to the left to look at me while turning his bike to the left and then rode to the left. I even recall that he may have put on his brakes!
Seeing that I was not even a half bike distance behind him, I slammed on my brakes, turned my bike to the right away from him and smashed into the center of his back tire! (Yes, his NEW back tire) I couldn't brace for the impact and in slow motion (in my mind of course), I went down. I tried to brace my fall with my hands. I don't think I was successful.
I was able to yell his name in the instant that I found myself pummelling to the pavement. I managed to smash my chin directly into the concrete, hit my head - fortunately I wear a helmet - cut up my left wrist and got road rash on the top of my right knee and in the palms of both hands. The last time I recall falling off my bike, I was eight. I blogged about it here. That was a long time ago, and a lot of miles ago!
AG felt bad, I was humiliated. I laid on the ground and a couple walkers offered to call for medical assistance. Did I mention that I'm a Scorpio? So I got up, dusted myself all, irritation and all and got back on my bike. I checked my tires, they were fine. Of course I didn't realize my chain was off and my handle bars were inverted! AG righted me and then tried to grab my wrist to check the damage.
"Don't touch me!" I growled. Didn't he realize he had done enough? He offered that we stop the ride? Seriously, I just drove half an hour to ride...one mile? No way. No way in hell.
So throbbing and in pain, we rode ten miles. We stopped in a town so that I could use the outside faucet and clean out the dirt, grime and wash off the blood. Then we went and grabbed lunch. My chin already had a large goose egg and was beginning to bruise. We then rode the ten miles back. Other than the "accident" that AG swears he was just heading to the continuation of the bike path...sigh...the ride was decent.
Of course it wasn't until the next evening that I realized, I was also suffering from a slight concussion.
At this point, I'm not signing up to ride bikes with AG again. Afterall, a week of mockery of my bruised chin was enough for a while!
Not from an addiction. Not from my blogging hiatus. Not from a relationship.
I am healing from my latest accident. By definition what is an accident?
The dictionary lists Accident - Noun:
1. a) An unexpected and undesirable event, especially one resulting in damage or harm: car accidents on icy roads.
b) An unforeseen incident: A series of happy accidents led to his promotion.
c) An instance of involuntary urination or defecation in one's clothing.
2. Lack of intention; chance: ran into an old friend by accident.
3. Logic A circumstance or attribute that is not essential to the nature of something.
Fortunately for me, my accident was not c).
Memorial Weekend, I put my bike rack on my bike and headed twenty-five miles or so to my good friend, AG's house to ride bikes. He had recently purchased a bike and we decided we would hit the trails. Mind you, I love AG and I try hard not to view him as my 6'5" baby bird that I'm nursing into 35 year old adulthood, but seriously this man has been sheltered. I realize it is not my job or duty to feel the motherly instinct of protector and teacher, but some roles are inherent. Also, AG doesn't drive due to a medical condition. Having said that...this is how a week later, I find myself still healing.
I threw AG's bike in my bike rack and we were off to find the "beginning of the trail" since AG didn't like where I wanted to start. So we went to a nearby park and were finally on our way. About a half mile into the ride on the bike path, AG inquired about "biker etiquette". I offered some suggestions and input about other bikers, walkers, etc. (apparently NOT enough). Shortly after that, we merged from the bike route into the road where we continued.
AG was slightly in front of me and to my right, so I was on his inside. I mentioned about not knowing that the park had a disc golf course (one of my summer faves!) at which point he turned his head back to the left to look at me while turning his bike to the left and then rode to the left. I even recall that he may have put on his brakes!
Seeing that I was not even a half bike distance behind him, I slammed on my brakes, turned my bike to the right away from him and smashed into the center of his back tire! (Yes, his NEW back tire) I couldn't brace for the impact and in slow motion (in my mind of course), I went down. I tried to brace my fall with my hands. I don't think I was successful.
I was able to yell his name in the instant that I found myself pummelling to the pavement. I managed to smash my chin directly into the concrete, hit my head - fortunately I wear a helmet - cut up my left wrist and got road rash on the top of my right knee and in the palms of both hands. The last time I recall falling off my bike, I was eight. I blogged about it here. That was a long time ago, and a lot of miles ago!
AG felt bad, I was humiliated. I laid on the ground and a couple walkers offered to call for medical assistance. Did I mention that I'm a Scorpio? So I got up, dusted myself all, irritation and all and got back on my bike. I checked my tires, they were fine. Of course I didn't realize my chain was off and my handle bars were inverted! AG righted me and then tried to grab my wrist to check the damage.
"Don't touch me!" I growled. Didn't he realize he had done enough? He offered that we stop the ride? Seriously, I just drove half an hour to ride...one mile? No way. No way in hell.
So throbbing and in pain, we rode ten miles. We stopped in a town so that I could use the outside faucet and clean out the dirt, grime and wash off the blood. Then we went and grabbed lunch. My chin already had a large goose egg and was beginning to bruise. We then rode the ten miles back. Other than the "accident" that AG swears he was just heading to the continuation of the bike path...sigh...the ride was decent.
Of course it wasn't until the next evening that I realized, I was also suffering from a slight concussion.
At this point, I'm not signing up to ride bikes with AG again. Afterall, a week of mockery of my bruised chin was enough for a while!
To Blog or Not To Blog
It's been almost a month since my last blog. A month! Every day (Likely a dozen times a day!) I contemplate whether or not I will post. I debate whether or not anything is write-worthy. You see, I am a Scorpio. So if I can't write well, why write at all?
So quickly approaching the month mark, I wondered if I would give up blogging completely. Not that I really debated the pros and cons of blogging, since I truly only blog for myself, not anyone elses personal enjoyment or ability to point fingers and mock me. And yet, here I find myself, again. A blog in the solace of, of what?
If a habit is formed after 21 days, then clearly I should have quit blogging. I would find myself elsewhere, passing time playing spades online and getting called nasty names on a dating site. Oh wait, that's what I've been doing in all the REST of my time! Good times, good times...
So quickly approaching the month mark, I wondered if I would give up blogging completely. Not that I really debated the pros and cons of blogging, since I truly only blog for myself, not anyone elses personal enjoyment or ability to point fingers and mock me. And yet, here I find myself, again. A blog in the solace of, of what?
If a habit is formed after 21 days, then clearly I should have quit blogging. I would find myself elsewhere, passing time playing spades online and getting called nasty names on a dating site. Oh wait, that's what I've been doing in all the REST of my time! Good times, good times...
Monday, May 10, 2010
Baseball Makes Me Batty...
For those that know me or have followed my blog, I tend to despise Little League Season. Despise may be a strong word, but detest and loathe may be more appropriate. Feel free to surf for my other baseball rants, but truly over the years, they seem to remain rather consistent so I would completely understand the desire to not surf.
My son moved up to the next league of Little League. I believe he is in the Majors. I have been the scorekeeper for my son's ball teams for the past...six years if not longer. I take any job I do, seriously, even if just volunteering. My son's past coach used to do stat spreadsheets and I was responsible for tallying not only hits and runs but strikes, balls, errors, walks, outs, pitch count, score...you name it, I did it.
This year, my son has a different coach. For one inning I had the reprieve from score keeping. Score keeping in many ways keeps me sane. It keeps me from cursing and yelling and getting overly involved in the game. Every year with almost every sport, a parent or a friend suggests that I coach. I know better.
I know my limitations. I know my competitiveness. I know my perfectionism. I know myself.
And that is why I do not coach. Other than that one time where I confronted my son's football coach for not allowing the children a water break after two hours in 85 degree weather and the kids were 8, I do not confront coaches. Better them than me I say.
Last week I hit an all time low with the frustration of baseball. As I've blogged recently, my son's team has six assistant coaches, aka father's, that help out the team. In a decade of baseball there has only been one female coach and/or assistant and not even on my son's team. Baseball clearly is a sexist sport. So while I sit quietly keeping the score, I know 98% of the rules - the other 2% are the obscure ones...like if there is an intentional walk and the pitcher chooses not to pitch (is that even legal?) and walks the batter, do you count four pitches?
So last week while our coach was on vacation or out of town or boycotting baseball by locking himself in his bathroom drinking away his baseball blues...the Assistant Coaches attempted to coach. All hell broke loose when I realized the wrong batter was batting. I attempted to talk to one, then two of the Assistants. They thrust some chicken scratched lineup at me. While trying to figure out what they were doing, I missed pitch after pitch. Bottomline, when they substituted players, they allowed the original youth in the order to continue to bat. A scorekeepers hell and completely WRONG in this league AND the league below us.
Sure, I get that these kids are 13 and 14 and it shouldn't be a big deal, right? But to me, I take my responsibilities seriously. I also had spent an hour trying to figure out the excel spreadsheet to enter in hitting and pitching stats earlier in the day. So when I had two batters in one batting position up to bat, go ahead try to keep track of that in the score book! After what seemed like ten minutes, I figured out the batting order for the coaches - at the one coaches request and he wrote the new order for the next inning. Needless to say, the next inning came up and the kids were in the previous order. Sigh...The coach from the other team came over and said, "I got a little confused last inning. What happened?" Ummm...yeah. I'm only glad that we didn't win as the boys would have been devastated to learn the win would have been a loss based on coaching and illegal substitutions and batting!
So the coach is back. We have shared a few emails. He thanked me for score keeping and understanding the rules - since I had even corrected him when someone had gone up to bat out of order. It happens, I get that. But if a pitch is thrown, it's also an out.
I found myself typing this response to him this morning when he said he would make things easy on me and thanking me for understanding the rules of baseball..."It would just seem that after most of our children playing ball for almost a decade and likely fathers that have either played ball or watched ball, that they would be knowledgeable about the game. Everything is fine. I do understand the majority of the rules although some of them do vary with the different age leagues. As far as substitutions, as long as I'm informed of substitutions, it's fine with me. Just would make it a lot easier if "Assistants" understand the rules of substitution as well. Because afterall, baseball can be rather sexist - and when trying to clarify what was happening, it was the realization that, I'm just the scorekeeper."
And then I hit cancel and decided to blog. 'Cause sometimes venting to cyberspace rather than to a person that really doesn't know you that you see on a regular basis is just better.
I feel better. That is until Tuesday night's game...
My son moved up to the next league of Little League. I believe he is in the Majors. I have been the scorekeeper for my son's ball teams for the past...six years if not longer. I take any job I do, seriously, even if just volunteering. My son's past coach used to do stat spreadsheets and I was responsible for tallying not only hits and runs but strikes, balls, errors, walks, outs, pitch count, score...you name it, I did it.
This year, my son has a different coach. For one inning I had the reprieve from score keeping. Score keeping in many ways keeps me sane. It keeps me from cursing and yelling and getting overly involved in the game. Every year with almost every sport, a parent or a friend suggests that I coach. I know better.
I know my limitations. I know my competitiveness. I know my perfectionism. I know myself.
And that is why I do not coach. Other than that one time where I confronted my son's football coach for not allowing the children a water break after two hours in 85 degree weather and the kids were 8, I do not confront coaches. Better them than me I say.
Last week I hit an all time low with the frustration of baseball. As I've blogged recently, my son's team has six assistant coaches, aka father's, that help out the team. In a decade of baseball there has only been one female coach and/or assistant and not even on my son's team. Baseball clearly is a sexist sport. So while I sit quietly keeping the score, I know 98% of the rules - the other 2% are the obscure ones...like if there is an intentional walk and the pitcher chooses not to pitch (is that even legal?) and walks the batter, do you count four pitches?
So last week while our coach was on vacation or out of town or boycotting baseball by locking himself in his bathroom drinking away his baseball blues...the Assistant Coaches attempted to coach. All hell broke loose when I realized the wrong batter was batting. I attempted to talk to one, then two of the Assistants. They thrust some chicken scratched lineup at me. While trying to figure out what they were doing, I missed pitch after pitch. Bottomline, when they substituted players, they allowed the original youth in the order to continue to bat. A scorekeepers hell and completely WRONG in this league AND the league below us.
Sure, I get that these kids are 13 and 14 and it shouldn't be a big deal, right? But to me, I take my responsibilities seriously. I also had spent an hour trying to figure out the excel spreadsheet to enter in hitting and pitching stats earlier in the day. So when I had two batters in one batting position up to bat, go ahead try to keep track of that in the score book! After what seemed like ten minutes, I figured out the batting order for the coaches - at the one coaches request and he wrote the new order for the next inning. Needless to say, the next inning came up and the kids were in the previous order. Sigh...The coach from the other team came over and said, "I got a little confused last inning. What happened?" Ummm...yeah. I'm only glad that we didn't win as the boys would have been devastated to learn the win would have been a loss based on coaching and illegal substitutions and batting!
So the coach is back. We have shared a few emails. He thanked me for score keeping and understanding the rules - since I had even corrected him when someone had gone up to bat out of order. It happens, I get that. But if a pitch is thrown, it's also an out.
I found myself typing this response to him this morning when he said he would make things easy on me and thanking me for understanding the rules of baseball..."It would just seem that after most of our children playing ball for almost a decade and likely fathers that have either played ball or watched ball, that they would be knowledgeable about the game. Everything is fine. I do understand the majority of the rules although some of them do vary with the different age leagues. As far as substitutions, as long as I'm informed of substitutions, it's fine with me. Just would make it a lot easier if "Assistants" understand the rules of substitution as well. Because afterall, baseball can be rather sexist - and when trying to clarify what was happening, it was the realization that, I'm just the scorekeeper."
And then I hit cancel and decided to blog. 'Cause sometimes venting to cyberspace rather than to a person that really doesn't know you that you see on a regular basis is just better.
I feel better. That is until Tuesday night's game...
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Curtain Compulsion
I know that it has been a while since I blogged. No worries though, I haven't kicked my shower curtain compulsion. Really I have tried, just not successful to date. I did realize that to some surprise, I only own...eleven...shower curtains - well that was what was in the closet at least when I bothered to count!
Last weekend while out shopping and taking advantage of 15% off, I had to stroll through the shower curtain aisle. What is a shopping trip without? I found a shower curtain that was marked $9.99 that rang up for $17.99. When all was said and done and a minute at the customer service desk, my new shower curtain cost approximately $2.75. I still have yet to hang my super cool shower curtain I purchased earlier, but here's my dirt cheap one! I like the calming effect, even if it doesn't have any olive green in it...
Last weekend while out shopping and taking advantage of 15% off, I had to stroll through the shower curtain aisle. What is a shopping trip without? I found a shower curtain that was marked $9.99 that rang up for $17.99. When all was said and done and a minute at the customer service desk, my new shower curtain cost approximately $2.75. I still have yet to hang my super cool shower curtain I purchased earlier, but here's my dirt cheap one! I like the calming effect, even if it doesn't have any olive green in it...
Thursday, March 25, 2010
My Mood & Helping Abilities...
Today I am in one of those moods. I can't really describe it. I can't really put my finger on it. I went home sick yesterday from work and spent hours in bed. I got up and then plopped myself in front of the television and watched two movies, Precious and Brothers. I was completely unproductive and I'm still not feeling all that fantabulous (or is is craptastic?) today either.
And when I say one of those moods, this is what I mean:
I received an email today from someone that I'm tired of playing his games. He says he wants to see me, but can't seem to find or make the time. Whether I'm one of many or he really just is that busy, right now, I just don't care.
So when I received this brief email from him, "i miss seeing you!!! Can you help me with that?"
What did I do in my funk of a mood you ask? I responded by writing, "I'm a helper by nature...here's a picture to help you out! =)"
Anything I can do for you - since I'm feeling oh so generous and giving?
Friday, February 19, 2010
Small(er) Town Convenience
In the midst of one of our bouts of snow falling, I managed to have snow blower issues. While attempting to complete the driveway, the wheel fell off! Fortunately, it was just a matter of an end piece that kept the wheel assembly together; however, after ten years of home ownership and an hour later of attempts - I had neither a nut, wing nut or end cap that fit to reassemble the wheel.
Attempting to use the other snow blower, which I hadn't been able to start all season, I managed to get it to turn, however in doing so I failed to recognize that I was too close to the outdoor hose reel assembly and quickly discovered that the snow blower grabbed onto the hose end. Sigh...SERIOUSLY. Fortunately, I was able to yank the hose out from the snow blowers jaws and eventually even got the snow blower running. Although without gas in the gas tank and a dry gas can, that was short lived as well.
In the morning I went to the nearby lawn/snow blower repair place to find that while the yard was adorned with a variety of machines, the driveways were snow covered and trackless, thereby the shop was either closed or out of business. A nearby local hardware was open and I stopped in there.
Mind you, I did consider actually measuring the wheel assembly rod to see what size cap I would need, but that would have been too easy and in my mind, I actually thought even with my depth perception issues that I could determine the right size. However, my twelve attempts to the basement and garage with a variety of things all failed miserably, a new found rejuvenation of acceptance and knowledge came over me the following morning that I would...just know.
I pulled into the hardware and there wasn't a single car in the lot. I wonder how in the Michigan economy a small hardware store can remain open. I didn't even see an employee car, so they must park in the back. I walked into the store and was greeted merrily by a few employees, likely family members and owners. I immediately asked for help and the man and I went to peruse their snow blowers for me to better explain what I needed and then off to the aisle with wing nuts and caps. Of course he asked what size I needed. What size you say? Hmmm...smaller than the width of my ring finger. Yeah, that's genius. Sigh, why didn't I measure?
So the man and I talk over options and I gage that I think some are too big or too small. I end up with three different options, two plastic caps and a metal cap. He repeats to me the prices, three times. Honestly, I don't care that they are .40, .90 and 1.80. He informs me that I can return what doesn't work. Seriously, I would drive back to return less than $3.00? Not being conceited or anything I say that returning what I don't use isn't a big deal, I just want to make sure I can reassemble the wheel.
I walk up to the register to pay. The younger daughter goes to ring me up and asks me the prices while her mother is behind me sweeping adding to the conversation. Oh, was I suppose to remember the prices? I just thought he was concerned that I needed to know the difference in the prices! Oops...so with my best memory, I recite them, which they verify by phone with the man because they are concerned about OVER CHARGING! If one of them works, I don't care what the cost is! The "mother" employee suggests I take my receipt so that I can return what I don't use.
I got home and two of my purchases were too big. And the third...fit just right!
It was nice to have the convenience of the family owned store and employees. They were very gracious and it was nice to see great customer service. I do hope in this economy that they have customers that invest more than a measly $3.00 so that they can continue to support their store and maintain their business. Because next time, I'll be sure to return!
Attempting to use the other snow blower, which I hadn't been able to start all season, I managed to get it to turn, however in doing so I failed to recognize that I was too close to the outdoor hose reel assembly and quickly discovered that the snow blower grabbed onto the hose end. Sigh...SERIOUSLY. Fortunately, I was able to yank the hose out from the snow blowers jaws and eventually even got the snow blower running. Although without gas in the gas tank and a dry gas can, that was short lived as well.
In the morning I went to the nearby lawn/snow blower repair place to find that while the yard was adorned with a variety of machines, the driveways were snow covered and trackless, thereby the shop was either closed or out of business. A nearby local hardware was open and I stopped in there.
Mind you, I did consider actually measuring the wheel assembly rod to see what size cap I would need, but that would have been too easy and in my mind, I actually thought even with my depth perception issues that I could determine the right size. However, my twelve attempts to the basement and garage with a variety of things all failed miserably, a new found rejuvenation of acceptance and knowledge came over me the following morning that I would...just know.
I pulled into the hardware and there wasn't a single car in the lot. I wonder how in the Michigan economy a small hardware store can remain open. I didn't even see an employee car, so they must park in the back. I walked into the store and was greeted merrily by a few employees, likely family members and owners. I immediately asked for help and the man and I went to peruse their snow blowers for me to better explain what I needed and then off to the aisle with wing nuts and caps. Of course he asked what size I needed. What size you say? Hmmm...smaller than the width of my ring finger. Yeah, that's genius. Sigh, why didn't I measure?
So the man and I talk over options and I gage that I think some are too big or too small. I end up with three different options, two plastic caps and a metal cap. He repeats to me the prices, three times. Honestly, I don't care that they are .40, .90 and 1.80. He informs me that I can return what doesn't work. Seriously, I would drive back to return less than $3.00? Not being conceited or anything I say that returning what I don't use isn't a big deal, I just want to make sure I can reassemble the wheel.
I walk up to the register to pay. The younger daughter goes to ring me up and asks me the prices while her mother is behind me sweeping adding to the conversation. Oh, was I suppose to remember the prices? I just thought he was concerned that I needed to know the difference in the prices! Oops...so with my best memory, I recite them, which they verify by phone with the man because they are concerned about OVER CHARGING! If one of them works, I don't care what the cost is! The "mother" employee suggests I take my receipt so that I can return what I don't use.
I got home and two of my purchases were too big. And the third...fit just right!
It was nice to have the convenience of the family owned store and employees. They were very gracious and it was nice to see great customer service. I do hope in this economy that they have customers that invest more than a measly $3.00 so that they can continue to support their store and maintain their business. Because next time, I'll be sure to return!
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Actions Speak Louder...
"What you do speaks so loudly that I cannot hear what you say." - Ralph Waldo Emerson
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