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And tonight proved it more than ever!

Tonight DCM and I met dad and his friend, LB, for dinner with a dear family friend, SF, and her family. SF grew up with my mom, found out tonight they knew each other since they were about twelve. My mom was pregnant with me when SF got married, does that give you a better idea?

I’ve told you I know I look like my mom, started seeing it about 11 or 13 years ago when I looked up from washing my hands and there she was staring at me. Every year I look a little more like her and sound like her too, not the same accent, but the same laugh, well, up to the point I start laughing so hard I’m snorting!

I started dying my hair red consistently about thirteen years ago, I just got tired of being a brunette, plain and simple. At first, I was getting it professionally done, streaks, all sorts of things, then it wasn’t something I was spending money on, so I started dying it myself, this is not a secret, I’m pretty sure I’ve told you before, No 42 by L’Oreal and damn proud of it! Even do my eyebrows, lends to the believability! That’s my story and I’m sticking to it!

My mom had fire red almost orange hair when she was younger and as she got older, and it was long, I mean really long. When I was a baby, I used to grab it and get tangled in it, so she cut it, sorry mommy and as she got older, it started to turn brown. Then…she started dying it and when I say dyed her hair, we’re talking red, magenta, burgendy, nothing too crazy, but very noticeable. The funny thing is, she used to question me about my hair! Her carpool would look at her and say, “really?”

When my hair is short and styled a certain way, I look even more like her and I realized it when I was getting ready to go to dinner, but it was a real shock to SF, she gasped, covered her mouth and didn’t know what to say. She couldn’t believe it, the color, the cut, the style, the laugh, it took her a few minutes to take it all in, well, take me in, I guess I should say.

It’s funny, depending on the way I look at the camera, a different person stares back. One way, it’s me another way it’s my mom. I’ve posted pictures on Facebook, might have to do another with this haircut and find one of my mom, spooky. (Brings to mind the expression “Spitting Image”, which in and of itself will be a blog post, just giving you a heads up.)

It’s a mixed bag or blessing. Some days, when I look in the mirror, I want to see me looking back, no one else and it’s frustrating that I don’t see me or I should say just me, and other days, it’s like she’s with me and that’s comforting.



{October 26, 2013}   Mannequins are so unrealistic…

If we, as a society are supposed to love the bodies we have, then why are mannequins still so freaking skinny?
Does wonders for my self esteem, what about yours?

I could go on a rant for hours, but why bother? Doesn’t that statement say it all?



{October 25, 2013}   I so do not like to waste

Anyone that knows me knows I can’t always finish what I have on my plate.

At home, no worries, leftovers and some food is always better the second day, right? Can I get a oh yeah for lasagna? Yum! But when I go out to a restaurant, it’s a to go container for me, sometimes I ask for one right away and I’ve also thought about bringing my own to the restaurant, would that be weird?

Pic asked DCM once if he was bothered that I didn’t always finish and took food home, I never want him to feel like I am taking advantage when he buys dinner, he said no, because he knows that I will have it for the next few days.

Now, depending on what the food is and where I am, I usually try to find someone to give it to, especially if it’s a burger, why not share! I always ask the server if there are homeless people nearby so I can give them my leftovers, it always happens when I go to the Vortex on Peachtree Street in Atlanta. There are times I will go out of my way, as in walking or driving around the block a few times, I would rather see someone who is hungry have something to eat when I am so lucky to have too much.

One thing I don’t do is give someone money, I don’t know where it’s going, unless they flat out have one of those signs “why lie, I want beer” so I would rather buy someone lunch or give the mine and who couldn’t use a “thank you” and “have a blessed day” everyone once in a while.

There are quite a few homeless people near where I live in Colorado, one or two guys in particular and they are at the light near my apartment, whenever I have leftovers, I like to bring it to them, today, quite a treat! Two pizzas (left over from last night) and half a chicken, enjoy!

Tonight, it was hard, I walked around for about 45 minutes with some leftovers, even after I was told that there probably weren’t any in the area, but I tried and then I felt really bad throwing it away, but I knew I would never eat it and it would go to waste, especially since I’m in a hotel. I’m sorry to anyone who is hungry.

I’m not sure I have a closing for this random musing, so I’ll just say goodnight!



{October 24, 2013}   It’s Poker Nite!

What a day!

I had something to do earlier in the morning, tell you about it later, then therapy, I can feel things moving more turns out it means things are getting better, wahoo!

Home again to clean and get ready for the crowd for poker and as I’m moving things, I looked at LB’s costume thinking I need to make the mask for the costume, doh de doh…oh crap! We’re heading out very soon! So, after I finished cleaning, the apartment looks so good after it’s straightened out, it’s funny, it doesn’t get that messy, but you can tell when it’s straightened, nice.

DCM set up the table last night, we put out the chips, ready to go. I put out the chairs and then sat down and made the mask for Swiper, looks good, right?

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DCM got home, we decided to just have pizza, so I called Little Caesars, “Pizza, Pizza” , $5 carry out, the college students friend! We left to go pick up the pizzas, 9 miles away, took us about 30 minutes, apparently, there was traffic…am I in Atlanta? Made it home just in time for GW to show up, still had beer left in the fridge from last month, score!

Next, EL, AT and EA showed up, a few people had to back out, their loss, we played for winner take all. I held my own, I was third out, but that was about an hour and a half in, not too shabby. I played it a lot safer, I had really crappy cards! It came down to DCM, EA and GW, then it was EA and GW, it was not and heavy and intense, too rich for me! They finally decided to split the pot, not bad, $60 each, I’d take it!

Bottom line, we had a blast, we had fun playing and laughed a lot, I did a lot of snorting, can’t beat that!

Who’s joining us next month?



Ok, at least tonight and a few times.

As you know, I am a vegetarian, a veg head and when I became a vegetarian, I didn’t like a lot of vegetable. Yeah, that makes sense.

I liked the basics, salad stuff, you know lettuce, carrots, celery, broccoli, yeah, that might be it, as I’ve gotten older, I’ve learned that I like a lot more veggies. You name it, I may have tried it and probably enjoy it. There are still some veggies that are not going to happen, well not now, maybe later.

One of the vegetables I had always thought were kind if grody were brussel sprouts. When I sold home decor, someone had decorated with them and I thought, that’s the only thing that should be done with brussel sprouts!

About a year ago I was at a party and someone had brought seasoned, grilled sprouts and they were delicious! After that, I started eating brussel sprouts, seasoning and then frying on the stove top, just in olive oil, not deep fried, don’t know how that would be, although a lot of things taste better deep fried, right?

There have been a few times over the last year that I’ve cooked sprouts and really liked them and others, not so much. Tonight, I cooked a bag of seasoned sprouts in the microwave, one of those cook in the bags veggies and they tasted off, bitter, nothing made them taste good and they smelled funky and doesn’t smell have a lot to do with it?

If you have a suggestion on a good way to cook them, please let me know.

Ok, so I am on a brussel sprout break right now, I’ll keep you posted if things change.



{October 22, 2013}   Naps are so underrated!

Kids up through kindergarten age don’t know how lucky they are!

Babies and toddlers take naps, preschool, kindergarten, they take naps, some are forced, but they take naps. We drive our kids around to get them to fall asleep, we push them in their strollers on a walk around the neighborhood hoping they’ll fall asleep. Once they fall asleep, we leave them in the car seat, the stroller, wherever they are, that’s where they sleep, we check on them and get them when they wake up.

As we get older, we fight sleeping, taking naps, we are kicking and screaming, well, toddlers fight it, but as we grow up, we begin to appreciate the value of a nap. We call them different things…cat naps, cats have the right idea, power naps, that would be for the corporate set. When you’re tired, a quick 20-30 minutes can do a world of good.

I totally value a nap! Especially a good one, when it’s bad or not restful, you feel like crud the rest of the day, not good, but when you have a good one, oh man…aahhhh… Imagine the prefect setting, for you, of course. For me, one of the best is in the fall, windows open, there’s a slight breeze and you’re on the sofa with a light blanket, sun shining; maybe you’re in the mountains in a cabin, the sunroom, maybe the bedroom, but on top of the covers with a light blanket covering at least your feet, sigh. I remember the first time I came to Colorado for a friends wedding and I was at the hotel, on this big comfy bed, window was open and I laid down and was out like a light, never felt better!

The best thing is to wake up on your own, just stretch out and open your eyes and you’re smiling. Wouldn’t you agree?

The worst…when the phone rings or someone wakes you suddenly, are you not in the worst mood for the rest of the day? Or a good chunk of it? Guess what happened to me today…I was feeling a little sleepy, so I decided to rest my head for a moment and just as I began to doze off, the phone rings, it’s a recruiter, great! something worth waking up for…until he told me the rate on the job, I got up for that? That was the end of my lie down, bummer, oh well, there’s always tomorrow, right?



Have you, those that are searching/have searched, found that searching for a job can feel like a full time job?

When you’re looking for a job while you have a job, you try to find pockets here and there where you can search during the day, maybe you don’t have internet at home or you work from home and you search after hours, but still need to respond to emails when you can, sometimes take a call from a recruiter during the day.

It can be exhausting, especially if you’re not happy, so you’re being drained at work and then you have to look for postings online, used to be in the paper, well, you could still look in the paper, but the most popular way today is online. And it’s exhausting!

I was doing that during my last full time job, shhh, don’t tell. I would search on my personal laptop when I would take breaks talk to recruiters when they would call and after I moved to Colorado, since I kept my east coast hours, I was able to do a lot after 3pm MT, I would ask recruiters to call me after 3.

When you don’t have a job, you spend all day or at least a good part of it searching job boards, applying for jobs, answering emails from recruiters. Then you wait to hear back from them, send emails or call to follow up, is there any progress, are there any updates with the job/project/contract.

It’s amazing how exhausting it can be to search the net when you really don’t have anything else to do, haven’t you found that to be true as well? You’re on the net and all of a sudden, it’s three hours later and you’re not sure what you were doing, but you’re exhausted!



{October 20, 2013}   Sleeping in…I’ve heard of it.

Is there a rule or tally board somewhere that says “You may sleep in” “You may not”.

Apparently my cats are privy to this determination and I was not informed, they are just in charge. As some of you may know. I don’t sleep, well, I can’t say at all, I sleep 4-5 hours a night, sometimes more if I’m lucky, just sometimes can’t sleep. Then there are the nights I am forcing myself to sleep at 4 or 5am, if I don’t need the sleep, I just don’t.

When I was a kid, I used to love to sleep, not sure what happened well, I do, but I’m not sharing. I’ve always been able to survive on a little sleep and then when I need to catch up, I do. I might take a nap, you know I’m really tired if I take a nap, but sometimes a nap is a wonderful thing, kindergartners really know what they’re doing. Other times, I might sleep in on Saturday until 11 or later, I’ve been known to sleep until noon or one, heaven!

For the longest time, I have been getting up about 6am or earlier, for work or a scheduled run, that includes weekends. For some reason, if I don’t have to get up on a Saturday or Sunday morning, I might get to sleep until 8 or 9, ooh, hold yourself back. I have found that a lot of the reason I am up so early on the weekend or maybe a weekday I don’t have to work…mewing, meowing and scratching at my bedroom door. What?!?

When I got Jymy, I let her sleep in bed with me, big mistake, she never quiets down, she walks over the bed and doesn’t stay in one place, this is all my fault and nothing has changed in over ten years. So now when it’s time for bed, “Ok Jymy Peanut, it’s time for bed” or “night nights” (who knows why that one works) and they leave the room to go and do what cats do, sleep, chase each other, their tails, whatever it is they do and the door gets closed.

It is rare that they, I should say Jymy , will bother me in the middle of the night, but it does happen, but for some reason anywhere between 6 and 9am, she thinks it’s time to meow and scratch and mew at the bedroom door, wth? I am sleeping, I would like to stay sleeping, but that is not to be the case and when I open the door and walk out of the bedroom to see what the problem is…NOTHING! There’s no fire, Peanut is fine, Timmy did not fall down the well…what is the problem? She then runs around and lays down for a belly rub, what?

Are there kitty Valium or sleeping pills? Nothing harmful, just something to let me sleep past 9 on a Saturday or Sunday? There will be loving, cuddling and belly rubs when I wake up. Please…Wish me luck tomorrow!



{October 18, 2013}   SPAM

Spam is not a good thing, there I said it, whew, I know people love it, but it’s bad, just bad!

Spam started out to just represent a food, I won’t say food group, maybe food like substance. Either way, not for me, I’m a veg head! But for those who still love it, have at it! There are recipes galore for you to enjoy and if you have a gmail account, you have probably seen the links in your junk folder for spam recipes, right next to delete all messages.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spam_(food)

Next, we have the electronic version of spam, which is what I will be waxing on tonight. Electronic spam, or junk email, used to be we only got junk in our mailboxes, fliers, now, it’s virtual…whoopie, well, the one good thing, you just hit delete and it’s gone, you didn’t have to kill a tree.

But it’s still a bad thing…how about the “real email” that accidentally gets sent to your junk/spam folder? I learned the hard way to go through or at least look at every single email/subject and recipient to be sure that I don’t delete something important, I’ve gotten emails from recruiters there, oh brother! Then I get spam in my actual inbox, fun.

Ooh, I may have an inheritance of a bajillion/gazillion/umajillian dollars! All I have to do is write back to my cousin/long lost royal relation and send them my account number, sure thing! There’s a part of me that always wanted to open a dummy bank account and send them that, they won’t get anything, well, I could send them my actual account, no difference, ha ha. The sad part is that there are so many people who get sucked into the scam, especially the elderly, used to be they would call on the phone, now just email.

Oh, I can enlarge my hm..hm…wow, who knew? I don’t even have one of those, but thanks for the offer! Hot Asian girls? Wow! Married but looking? Wow! Enlarge this, extend that, stay …longer. There’s even a “F$*kbook”! Ooh, hurry, where do I sign? “Baby, I saw you across the room, don’t you remember?” Who falls for this crap?

My mom was a teacher and if you knew her this story will crack…you…up? You couldn’t wear shorts in her classroom, she had sweatpants in the locker if you needed them. You didn’t cut her class, she would track you down, skip school? She would call your parents! When I subbed for her one day, they walked in the room and said “You’re Mrs. X’s daughter, we’re stayin!” She was great and her students and their parents loved her. She didn’t take crap or stand for it.

We didn’t cuss in my house, my parents didn’t use bad language, one time, I closed a car door on my foot, I asked if I could use an expletive. A little background for you.

She got a computer in her classroom one day, this is years ago, AOL was still the you know what. Well, she enjoyed the PC, but was frustrated with some things and she go a lot of spam and one day at the table she says (mind you, my sister and I were grown at this point) “You’ll never guess now much p&$$@ I want to…” (Hint, it’s another word for kitty), I think we just about fell out of our chairs!

The funnier part? She got an email from the IT department at her school. “You have been flagged for a high volume of inappropriate emails! My mom! Imagine! We laughed a lot at that one!

Now, we all laugh at the ridiculous emails we get in our spam folders, but they can sometimes be dangerous, aside from scamming people, there are viruses that get sent out and can do horrible things to your PC, what’s the point? I know it’s challenge for some people, hackers love a good challenge, well, go challenge yourself doing something productive.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spam_(electronic)

Rant done. I’m sure there is more that I can say but I think we’re good. I will end by saying there is only one form of spam I like and it was in a song created by the geniuses that are Monty Python and I leave you with them here…enjoy your SPAM, I know I do!

http://m.youtube.com/watch?v=cFrtpT1mKy8



{October 18, 2013}   PT update

Hi friends, it’s been a while since I’ve updated you on my physical therapy.

It’s changed a big, some things are the same, then we added new. Is say new, like I have anything to do with it!

So…we started with heat, massage and electrodes using a Tens Unit http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Transcutaneous_electrical_nerve_stimulation.
I can tell you, there isn’t as much “wow” and “oh my!” When the massage is happening!

Then we added traction, laying there getting my neck pulled and released, pulled and released, so now we have heat, massage, electrodes and traction. Then we added a foam roller, now I have one at home, I really need to use it more, I also have a portable Tens Unit, that feels good when I use it.

Then we added ultrasound, so we have heat, ultrasound, massage, more heat, electrodes and traction (those two were in tandem, multitasking).

We have since discarded traction as I have a short neck, apparently, and kept sliding out of it. So…now we have heat, ultrasound, massage, electrodes and heat again (together), for twenty minutes (lions and tigers and bears, oh my!). Today we added resistance bands, (lat pulls and rows, standing and sitting) and doorway push ups, sort of.

And in answer to your unasked question, some days are better than others, I do know that when it am getting my neck and shoulders massaged, it does a number on my arm, then it goes away, I doubt it’s psychological just for being there! I don’t wear the braces anymore and I think that helped a lot.

Another update in a few weeks.



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