I've picked up a new stalker from Tallapoosa, GA. Not sure who it could be, although I have my ideas. Hey, Tallapoosa person - why don't you leave me a comment on here??? I'm just curious, and of course everyone is welcome to read, I'm pretty much an open book. (although sometimes news has to wait until the right moment to share, then I just don't say anything about it until it's time)
Mom and I have some places to visit today, and some shopping to do, then we've got something special planned for dinner tonight, and after that, I think I may have time to drop in on Mustang Mayhem VII. Those parties are ALWAYS a blast!
I've been really, really frustrated the past week about several different things. One is work, which I won't talk about in a public forum such as my blog - never know who might read this and I don't want to get my ass in a sling like that teacher did over her blog which criticized her lazy, whiny students. I totally see her point - a friend on Facebook criticized the teacher and made a comment that maybe it was the teacher's fault her students were like that. Sorry, friend, but I just don't agree. I can see where *maybe* it could be her fault, but I'm finding students today do seem to be lazy, whiny, and expect everything to be done for them and they also expect to be able to do what they want. Don't get me on my soap box!
Another frustrating thing is worrying about my grandmother. But I blogged about that the other day and there's just not that much more to say on that topic.
And, I've gotten a tad frustrated with Mom over some planning issues, but I've kept my cool and made some decisions and everything has worked out exactly how I wanted it to, with no hurt feelings or even ruffled feathers (well, my feathers got ruffled briefly, but are nice and smooth now LOL).
Tomorrow we are moving Michael's things into Mom's house. For those that don't know, Michael is going to live there while Mom and Marion are in England, to house- and dog-sit. He will stay with Brian and me until they actually leave, and OMG I'm gonna need some Depends because it's bad enough with just Brian and Steven making me laugh, but add Michael to the mix and DAMN!!! It's almost nonstop laughs around here!
Well, time for me to go shower and head to Mom's for a few hours today. I hope everyone has a fantastic weekend! I know I will!
Saturday, February 19, 2011
Monday, February 14, 2011
Weighing heavy on my mind and heart.....
I know I've talked about her many times before, and bitched about her and how she gets on my nerves, but honestly I love my grandmother, Meme, very much. Mom and I lived with her and my grandfather as far back as I remember (starting when my parents divorced when I was about 1 year old), and after my grandfather died, the 3 of us lived together until she found Bob and moved to Warner Robbins.
Meme has always been there for me, done things for me and with me, and helped me out whenever she can. Going hand in hand with helping me out, comes the great aggravation as a cost of letting her help me out. For example - we are living in her double-wide mobile home. She decided she wanted to move into the basement apartment of her son's home, so that she would be closer to one of her children and he could help her if needed. Let's face it - she'll be 87 this year and it's not a bad idea for someone of that age to live with younger people so that there's someone around to watch out for them, especially with the health conditions that Meme has.
But living here has its costs - she expects "her" home to be kept spotless, which is darn near impossible with a teenager in the home. Not to mention that I'm not the neatest person around, either. She also wants to continue to store a bunch of crap over here that she just doesn't need. I have boxes stacked up in the corner in my laundry room, boxes filling up about a third of the shed, and clothes hanging up and in big plastic tubs in the spare bedroom closet.
Now, to what's weighing on me. Mom and I frequently discuss Meme and her state of mind, or lack thereof. Meme is the youngest child, and the last of the siblings. All the rest lived to be at least 90 (I think), and all had some form/state of Alzheimer's or dementia during the last few years of their lives. We've been watching Meme, and noting different behaviors and things, and it's really becoming apparent that it is starting to affect her, too. She spent a good bit of time talking to her daughter-in-law today, freaking out about her family pictures being "stolen", and worrying that her children think she's "losing it". Turns out those pictures - she GAVE them to her children around Christmas time.
I was told around the time that I moved into the house here that she would frequently "give" or "lend" things to people, then forget she gave them away or lent them out, and accuse the person of stealing the item(s). Meme gave me some jewelry around Christmas time that she wanted me to have, and she showed me some other jewelry she wants to give me as well, but just not yet. I'm almost afraid to accept it, that she will accuse me of stealing it from her. Yes, I would love to have it, some of it I would be proud to wear, but not at the risk of being accused of stealing it from her.
Any of you that pray, please pray for my grandmother, and for all of us that interact with her. We need patience and understanding, as she does. This is not going to be easy.
Meme has always been there for me, done things for me and with me, and helped me out whenever she can. Going hand in hand with helping me out, comes the great aggravation as a cost of letting her help me out. For example - we are living in her double-wide mobile home. She decided she wanted to move into the basement apartment of her son's home, so that she would be closer to one of her children and he could help her if needed. Let's face it - she'll be 87 this year and it's not a bad idea for someone of that age to live with younger people so that there's someone around to watch out for them, especially with the health conditions that Meme has.
But living here has its costs - she expects "her" home to be kept spotless, which is darn near impossible with a teenager in the home. Not to mention that I'm not the neatest person around, either. She also wants to continue to store a bunch of crap over here that she just doesn't need. I have boxes stacked up in the corner in my laundry room, boxes filling up about a third of the shed, and clothes hanging up and in big plastic tubs in the spare bedroom closet.
Now, to what's weighing on me. Mom and I frequently discuss Meme and her state of mind, or lack thereof. Meme is the youngest child, and the last of the siblings. All the rest lived to be at least 90 (I think), and all had some form/state of Alzheimer's or dementia during the last few years of their lives. We've been watching Meme, and noting different behaviors and things, and it's really becoming apparent that it is starting to affect her, too. She spent a good bit of time talking to her daughter-in-law today, freaking out about her family pictures being "stolen", and worrying that her children think she's "losing it". Turns out those pictures - she GAVE them to her children around Christmas time.
I was told around the time that I moved into the house here that she would frequently "give" or "lend" things to people, then forget she gave them away or lent them out, and accuse the person of stealing the item(s). Meme gave me some jewelry around Christmas time that she wanted me to have, and she showed me some other jewelry she wants to give me as well, but just not yet. I'm almost afraid to accept it, that she will accuse me of stealing it from her. Yes, I would love to have it, some of it I would be proud to wear, but not at the risk of being accused of stealing it from her.
Any of you that pray, please pray for my grandmother, and for all of us that interact with her. We need patience and understanding, as she does. This is not going to be easy.
Saturday, February 12, 2011
Renewals......
That was borrowed from a friend and their Facebook status. It is so true. I think most adults know what it's like to have their hearts broken, at least once. Some of us are unfortunate enough to experience heart break more than once. Having your heart broken, regardless of what caused the heart break, hurts. But it's not something that one should dwell on, or let consume them. Given time, you heal. You move on. You experience love again one day. You even figure out how to not be bitter or angry about a bad break up.
I was talking to one of my friends today, and she mentioned that her ex-husband is getting married soon. She said she was happy for him, that it seems like the woman will be good for him, and that regardless of what has transpired since her divorce from him, she feels like it was definitely the right thing for the 2 of them to have gotten divorced.
I don't keep up with most of my ex-boyfriends, and I certainly don't keep up with my ex-husband, but I can truthfully say that I only wish each of them much happiness in their lives. Even my ex-husband. Not much would make me happier regarding my ex-husband than to know that he has straightened his life out, gotten over his prescription drug and cigarette addiction, and that he has learned to be a compassionate, caring, NON-abusive person. I suppose I am one of little faith when it comes to him, because I don't see him changing after all these years. I know it is possible, IF he wants it, but that's the problem - apparently losing all the things in life that he claimed were important to him, just weren't enough to make him want to change.
But I digress....just looking at the coming "holiday" of Valentine's Day, I just wanted to spew a little about moving on when you've experienced heart break, and to wish the best to those that have experienced heart break, past, present, and future. Life will go on, and one day you will find happiness. Trust me.....I did!
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
God gives you situations, you choose whether they make you "bitter" or "better"
God gives you situations, you choose whether they make you "bitter" or "better".
Ain't that the truth! The way you look at situations, how you interpret them, determines whether they make you a bitter person or a better person. There's been so many bad things in my life that had I chosen to be a negative person, I would be an extremely bitter, angry person right now. Fortunately, I am NOT normally a negative, mean person, so I tend to try to find the positive in all situations and learn from them.
My first marriage, for example, was a disaster. I'm not going to rehash all the drama and negativity from that relationship, but suffice it to say that had I chosen to allow that to make me a bitter person, I wouldn't have been able to open my heart to love again. I chose to learn from the mistakes I made with that relationship and person, and have certainly grown to be a better person for it.
As bad as things may get at times, I do try to find the positives in everything, or to at the very least learn something from the situation. One thing I've learned recently is that no matter how nice you are to some people, it's just never enough. Some people will just never be happy with anything, or accept the facts, and it's really a shame.
If I was childish and immature, I would engage in reciprocal name-calling and put downs. But I'm not going to stoop to that level, I've learned from previous lapses in judgement that it just doesn't do any good. Maybe one day this person will realize that I am not someone to piss off or have you on their shit list, that I can be quite the advocate and supporter when I know it's needed and appreciated. But that goes hand in hand with the title of this blog - choosing to let a situation make you bitter, or better.
This person has chosen to allow a certain situation to make them an extremely bitter person. The relationship they thought they had with someone failed, and it failed for many reasons, to include but not limited to the following:
*lack of trust in each other
*extreme, unreasonable jealousy
*insecurity
*extreme immaturity
*major differences of opinion regarding family values, work ethics, and financial responsibilities
*inability to effectively communicate
If this person had really, truly wanted the relationship to work, and to work well, they wouldn't have bullied their way into his home, demanding to move in together. They wouldn't have run home after shacking up for a mere 19 days because he was unhappy, they would have stayed and talked about it like a mature adult before leaving. Of course, they would have gotten divorced first, too, before they left their husband to go shack up with someone else. And they would have made sure that the person they were going to shack up with wasn't already involved with someone else that he wanted to continue seeing behind their back. They would have also known that once they left, he was done.
This person would have also known that harassing someone they claim to love is not the way to win them, or win them back. Calling them over and over and over again, never leaving a voice message or leaving nasty hateful ones, and sending dozens of text messages a day, is not the way to win someone over. It is harassment, plain and simple. (I know, I consulted my attorney when my ex-husband used to call me repeatedly and I could have had harassment charges filed against him). It's a very fast way to find yourself ignored, in my book.
Well, I could go on and on about what this person should have known, and should have done, but it's neither here nor there, and it's way beyond too late to salvage that relationship as anything more than a possible friendship. They have to learn things the hard way, and they apparently still have a lot of learning to do.
That previous section is not intended to sound like it's full of put downs, as you negative nay-sayers may think, it's full of facts. Facts that certain people don't want to face. But facts, nonetheless.
If you wish to comment, please feel free to do so. You do have the ability to leave anonymous comments, but be forewarned - if you, Nosey Nancy, whomever you are, leave a nasty comment on this or any other blog or place, I will call you out on it. ALL OF YOU. By names. First and last. I know you are one of a small number of people, and I will just name you all.
Ain't that the truth! The way you look at situations, how you interpret them, determines whether they make you a bitter person or a better person. There's been so many bad things in my life that had I chosen to be a negative person, I would be an extremely bitter, angry person right now. Fortunately, I am NOT normally a negative, mean person, so I tend to try to find the positive in all situations and learn from them.
My first marriage, for example, was a disaster. I'm not going to rehash all the drama and negativity from that relationship, but suffice it to say that had I chosen to allow that to make me a bitter person, I wouldn't have been able to open my heart to love again. I chose to learn from the mistakes I made with that relationship and person, and have certainly grown to be a better person for it.
As bad as things may get at times, I do try to find the positives in everything, or to at the very least learn something from the situation. One thing I've learned recently is that no matter how nice you are to some people, it's just never enough. Some people will just never be happy with anything, or accept the facts, and it's really a shame.
If I was childish and immature, I would engage in reciprocal name-calling and put downs. But I'm not going to stoop to that level, I've learned from previous lapses in judgement that it just doesn't do any good. Maybe one day this person will realize that I am not someone to piss off or have you on their shit list, that I can be quite the advocate and supporter when I know it's needed and appreciated. But that goes hand in hand with the title of this blog - choosing to let a situation make you bitter, or better.
This person has chosen to allow a certain situation to make them an extremely bitter person. The relationship they thought they had with someone failed, and it failed for many reasons, to include but not limited to the following:
*lack of trust in each other
*extreme, unreasonable jealousy
*insecurity
*extreme immaturity
*major differences of opinion regarding family values, work ethics, and financial responsibilities
*inability to effectively communicate
If this person had really, truly wanted the relationship to work, and to work well, they wouldn't have bullied their way into his home, demanding to move in together. They wouldn't have run home after shacking up for a mere 19 days because he was unhappy, they would have stayed and talked about it like a mature adult before leaving. Of course, they would have gotten divorced first, too, before they left their husband to go shack up with someone else. And they would have made sure that the person they were going to shack up with wasn't already involved with someone else that he wanted to continue seeing behind their back. They would have also known that once they left, he was done.
This person would have also known that harassing someone they claim to love is not the way to win them, or win them back. Calling them over and over and over again, never leaving a voice message or leaving nasty hateful ones, and sending dozens of text messages a day, is not the way to win someone over. It is harassment, plain and simple. (I know, I consulted my attorney when my ex-husband used to call me repeatedly and I could have had harassment charges filed against him). It's a very fast way to find yourself ignored, in my book.
Well, I could go on and on about what this person should have known, and should have done, but it's neither here nor there, and it's way beyond too late to salvage that relationship as anything more than a possible friendship. They have to learn things the hard way, and they apparently still have a lot of learning to do.
That previous section is not intended to sound like it's full of put downs, as you negative nay-sayers may think, it's full of facts. Facts that certain people don't want to face. But facts, nonetheless.
If you wish to comment, please feel free to do so. You do have the ability to leave anonymous comments, but be forewarned - if you, Nosey Nancy, whomever you are, leave a nasty comment on this or any other blog or place, I will call you out on it. ALL OF YOU. By names. First and last. I know you are one of a small number of people, and I will just name you all.
Monday, February 7, 2011
Damn.....
There's just so much to say, and I'm about too tired to say it. Some of it I can't share yet, the time just isn't right. Let's just leave it to say that I'm so freaking excited!!!!!
Had my eyebrows threaded this weekend. I can't do the waxing, I break out from it, and tweezing 1: takes too long and 2: I just can't see as well as I used to up close and personal in the mirror. I went to that fun little booth at Southlake Saturday morning and had the brows threaded. It hurts like a mother for a few moments, but not as bad as waxing, and there's no lingering "after-pain" like with waxing. Plus, I don't get ingrown hairs with the threading. And I must say, this is probably the thinnest I've had my brows in a while, and they are so neat! (as in not bushy and wild-looking)
Steven is dying to go somewhere on spring break this year - so much so that he was wanting to go on a college exploration trip. He's a 9th grader, for Pete's sake! A little early in my opinion to be shopping colleges. He just wants to do something other than sit at home on spring break. I can so understand that, that's what I was stuck doing all the time on spring break during high school and college. We are going to try to take him on a quick trip to the beach sometime after it warms up - he hasn't been to Florida since he was a toddler, so of course he doesn't remember it. He really wants to see the beach, and I want him to experience the ocean this year.
Manicures and how short-lived they are, suck. I got my nails done last Thursday night with the french manicure, and by Saturday morning, I had already chipped the paint on my pinky. I had to go back and almost argue with them to get them to repaint it, and they wanted to try to talk me into getting acrylic nails the next time. I told them I have no trouble growing nails, I just had trouble keeping the polish from chipping. But, they relented and fixed the polish. Tonight, I took it all off and just painted them all red. The French white had started to chip and peel, as well as the pinkish-clear polish, so I said to hell with it. Hopefully this polish job will last the rest of the work week.
We had a freaking blast at dinner tonight. Not gonna go into much detail, but it was me, Mom, Marion, Brian, Michael and Steven. Brian cooked some of his killer lasagna, and damn it was good. We had more discussions about the lake house and other projects that Marion wants us all to work on or be aware of, some to do while he's gone on his next trip to England (next week), and some to do before he and Mom move over there in April. I can't wait to be able to go hang out at the lake house this summer and not have to worry about messing Meme's place up, or pissing her off because we have the dogs down there. And it will be so freaking fun to actually use the damn boat for a change. I think I've been on a boat 3 times in the last 6 years since they've had the lake property.
Week 3 of working out has commenced. I'm still hating it, and damn I hate those freaking mirrors they have in the workout room! It's so damn depressing to look in those mirrors, they are not in the least bit flattering!
Well it's getting late and I better be heading towards that nice comfy warm bed. I hope you all had a great Monday, and here's to a Terrific Tuesday!
Had my eyebrows threaded this weekend. I can't do the waxing, I break out from it, and tweezing 1: takes too long and 2: I just can't see as well as I used to up close and personal in the mirror. I went to that fun little booth at Southlake Saturday morning and had the brows threaded. It hurts like a mother for a few moments, but not as bad as waxing, and there's no lingering "after-pain" like with waxing. Plus, I don't get ingrown hairs with the threading. And I must say, this is probably the thinnest I've had my brows in a while, and they are so neat! (as in not bushy and wild-looking)
Steven is dying to go somewhere on spring break this year - so much so that he was wanting to go on a college exploration trip. He's a 9th grader, for Pete's sake! A little early in my opinion to be shopping colleges. He just wants to do something other than sit at home on spring break. I can so understand that, that's what I was stuck doing all the time on spring break during high school and college. We are going to try to take him on a quick trip to the beach sometime after it warms up - he hasn't been to Florida since he was a toddler, so of course he doesn't remember it. He really wants to see the beach, and I want him to experience the ocean this year.
Manicures and how short-lived they are, suck. I got my nails done last Thursday night with the french manicure, and by Saturday morning, I had already chipped the paint on my pinky. I had to go back and almost argue with them to get them to repaint it, and they wanted to try to talk me into getting acrylic nails the next time. I told them I have no trouble growing nails, I just had trouble keeping the polish from chipping. But, they relented and fixed the polish. Tonight, I took it all off and just painted them all red. The French white had started to chip and peel, as well as the pinkish-clear polish, so I said to hell with it. Hopefully this polish job will last the rest of the work week.
We had a freaking blast at dinner tonight. Not gonna go into much detail, but it was me, Mom, Marion, Brian, Michael and Steven. Brian cooked some of his killer lasagna, and damn it was good. We had more discussions about the lake house and other projects that Marion wants us all to work on or be aware of, some to do while he's gone on his next trip to England (next week), and some to do before he and Mom move over there in April. I can't wait to be able to go hang out at the lake house this summer and not have to worry about messing Meme's place up, or pissing her off because we have the dogs down there. And it will be so freaking fun to actually use the damn boat for a change. I think I've been on a boat 3 times in the last 6 years since they've had the lake property.
Week 3 of working out has commenced. I'm still hating it, and damn I hate those freaking mirrors they have in the workout room! It's so damn depressing to look in those mirrors, they are not in the least bit flattering!
Well it's getting late and I better be heading towards that nice comfy warm bed. I hope you all had a great Monday, and here's to a Terrific Tuesday!
For my stalker.....
Seriously, I have nothing but nice wishes, hopes and dreams for you. You honestly did look really good in that photo that you texted Saturday night. Your make up looked really nice! And yes, I am being sincere and honest - no bullshit.
Friday, February 4, 2011
hmmmm, I'm so popular!
Wow, I see that I'm quite popular, with more than one person! I guess this blog stuff is a "hit" with assorted people, and that's cool.
Of course I have my usual stalker that checks the blog out, even if there's nothing new. My dad has joined the craze of reading my blogs, and I'm hoping to get my mom in on it, as well as getting her on Facebook.
So this makes week 2 of Gold's Gym for me. I went 4 times last week, and 4 times this week. I have taken the Power, Step, Interval, and Centergy classes, and I think I like Power the best. (Power is the barbell/cardio class, Step is self-explanatory, Interval is a step/strength class, and Centergy is a quick moving yoga/Pilates class). My least favorite would be Centergy. I'm just not all into those poses and stuff, but I do realize that it will help me with my flexibility and overall range of motion, and I think it will help strengthen my feet, especially the one I had surgery on.
I'm sitting here with the clear glaze on my hair to add extra shine to it, so I can't dilly-dally long. Someone at Sally's recommended it once, so I figured I'd give it a shot and see how it does.
Back to the working out stuff. I can already tell a difference in how I feel from the working out. I am truly tired at night and go to bed because I just can't stay awake anymore, not because I know I have to get up in the morning. Tonight I'm just too psyched about my weekend and still have packing and stuff to do, so I'm not tired yet. I got over my tired spell when I was at the nail salon - I kept trying to doze off when I was getting my pedicure, and was so damn sleepy when I was waiting for my fingernails to dry.
I've also noticed that I don't yawn continually like I was doing at Curves. Everyone at Curves used to tease me or get onto me for yawning all the time, and I just didn't get it. I still don't. I just realized it last night that I don't yawn during my workouts at Gold's. I also don't get dreadfully sleepy while I'm at work. I think that may partially be due to my slight change in eating habits. I'm eating a lot more fruit, and have avoided the candy and chips that I used to snack on. I still have my morning coffee, but I also eat a cup of dry Honey Nut Cheerios in the car on the way to work.
But, I leave the gym "down" a lot, though. I am not a patient person, and I just can't stand having to wait to accomplish something. I do realize that it will take time to get the figure back that I want, but dammit, I want it NOW!!!! As I've said many times before, I didn't gain it overnight, and I won't lose it overnight, so there.
Been having some vivid dreams again. I never make a point to write them down in the morning like I always tell myself to do, so I only remember one of them. Someone that I used to work with was now a doctor, and apparently had been my doctor for some time. I went to him because of a problem I was having, and he wasn't very helpful, and was actually condescending and borderline rude to me. He really pissed me off. I imagine I had this dream because of another person's blog I've read where she talks about being unhappy with her doctor, but I can't imagine why the doctor in my dream was someone I used to work with. It was just weird.
Anyways, I'm off work tomorrow (well, today actually), but will be checking in online periodically. I hope everyone has a great weekend! I know I will!
Of course I have my usual stalker that checks the blog out, even if there's nothing new. My dad has joined the craze of reading my blogs, and I'm hoping to get my mom in on it, as well as getting her on Facebook.
So this makes week 2 of Gold's Gym for me. I went 4 times last week, and 4 times this week. I have taken the Power, Step, Interval, and Centergy classes, and I think I like Power the best. (Power is the barbell/cardio class, Step is self-explanatory, Interval is a step/strength class, and Centergy is a quick moving yoga/Pilates class). My least favorite would be Centergy. I'm just not all into those poses and stuff, but I do realize that it will help me with my flexibility and overall range of motion, and I think it will help strengthen my feet, especially the one I had surgery on.
I'm sitting here with the clear glaze on my hair to add extra shine to it, so I can't dilly-dally long. Someone at Sally's recommended it once, so I figured I'd give it a shot and see how it does.
Back to the working out stuff. I can already tell a difference in how I feel from the working out. I am truly tired at night and go to bed because I just can't stay awake anymore, not because I know I have to get up in the morning. Tonight I'm just too psyched about my weekend and still have packing and stuff to do, so I'm not tired yet. I got over my tired spell when I was at the nail salon - I kept trying to doze off when I was getting my pedicure, and was so damn sleepy when I was waiting for my fingernails to dry.
I've also noticed that I don't yawn continually like I was doing at Curves. Everyone at Curves used to tease me or get onto me for yawning all the time, and I just didn't get it. I still don't. I just realized it last night that I don't yawn during my workouts at Gold's. I also don't get dreadfully sleepy while I'm at work. I think that may partially be due to my slight change in eating habits. I'm eating a lot more fruit, and have avoided the candy and chips that I used to snack on. I still have my morning coffee, but I also eat a cup of dry Honey Nut Cheerios in the car on the way to work.
But, I leave the gym "down" a lot, though. I am not a patient person, and I just can't stand having to wait to accomplish something. I do realize that it will take time to get the figure back that I want, but dammit, I want it NOW!!!! As I've said many times before, I didn't gain it overnight, and I won't lose it overnight, so there.
Been having some vivid dreams again. I never make a point to write them down in the morning like I always tell myself to do, so I only remember one of them. Someone that I used to work with was now a doctor, and apparently had been my doctor for some time. I went to him because of a problem I was having, and he wasn't very helpful, and was actually condescending and borderline rude to me. He really pissed me off. I imagine I had this dream because of another person's blog I've read where she talks about being unhappy with her doctor, but I can't imagine why the doctor in my dream was someone I used to work with. It was just weird.
Anyways, I'm off work tomorrow (well, today actually), but will be checking in online periodically. I hope everyone has a great weekend! I know I will!
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