What this Old Broad knows for Sure...

I know for sure that as I get older I take my overall health less and less for granted. The problem is...

how can one undo years and years of abuse to oneself?? Is it even possible?? Where is the cut-off age when it's just too late and why bother??

Not that I believe I'm at that age yet, but there are some bad habits I've had for so many !%*0# years, I wonder if I were successful at changing, how much difference will it make now?

Isn't the damage already a done deal??

STOP! Slap me!! In fact...

Slap me twice!!

I'm starting to make excuses for not changing when I KNOW FOR SURE any small change will at the very least make me feel better.

At the very least...

As much has I'd like to, I know for sure I can't turn back the clock and make better choices.  A lifetime of bad habits can't be totally undone, but I can start by making one small change at a time.

One... small... change...

at a time.

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I know for sure many of us are addicted to social media whether it is Facebook, Twitter, Texting, YouTube or whatever. Some signs that you may have a problem are...

1. You text people who are in the next room.
2. You speak in sentences with 140 characters or less.
3. You cannot resist checking your alerts no matter what you're doing.
4. You're at a table with friends or family and everyone is engaged in some sort of social media rather than conversing in "real" time.
5. You know more about what's happening to people you care about through tweets, statuses, etc rather than real time contact.
6. When you have a problem the first place you turn for advice is Facebook.
7. You check Facebook in the morning before you do anything else.

If you answered yes to more than 3 of these questions, chances are....

Yuppers, you are addicted to social media!
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I know for sure I need to make a dentist appointment, but keep delaying it.  Why?  I'm not afraid of the needles, drilling, extracting or any of that jazz.  Not afraid...but can't say I jump for joy when the dentist hauls these barbaric instruments out!

 

I can't use the excuse of no insurance plan as I do have a decent one, although the atrociously, high prices send me running to my doctor with heart palpitations!  No, I don't have any good excuses for procrastinating except, it just irks me to go!  Yes, irks me...

 

Aside from the aforementioned exorbitant costs (which do irk me) I despise when the dentist (or hygienist) lecture about my dental hygiene.

 

...do I brush and floss "at least" twice a day?

...do I use the most expensive (preferably theirs) toothpaste?

...do I yes an electric toothbrush?

 

No, I don't always brush or floss twice a day, but always "at least" once a day...sorry.

No, I don't use their toothpaste brand choice, but usually what is on sale...again sorry.

Yes, I do use an electric toothbrush, which was offered free on a bid to get new clients, but NEVER offered to me!

 

The other irritating, irksome, ridiculously obvious attempt to exhort more buckeroos out of me and my insurance company is when they insist I need this and that dental work done...not now...but right now!!

 

Plu..eeze!  When I was young and naive, I fell for this line, but now I am contented to keep the teeth the good Lord gave me!  So unless, it will relieve pain or prevent  pain...

 

Stick your high-priced, unnecessary orthodontic treatments "you know where"!  This is exactly one of the reasons insurance costs so much!

 

This I know for sure...

 

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Ta Ta!

 

 

 



The Tidiness Project...

Instead of Spring cleaning I've decided to call my somewhat feeble efforts at getting my adobe in order; "The Tidiness Project" and...

oh, how I do love cleaning this time of year!  Music is in the air and it just feels right and good to freshen up the place where I abide! La la la la la...

and what a bunch of hogwash!  I don't really "love" cleaning, but I do love the results.  If I could, I'd go on a wonderful 2 week vacation and leave "The Tidiness Project" to Servpro!  However, I can't and I'm not so, it is me, myself and I who will undertake this cleaning thang!  (At least, there are 3 of us...) Hummmm!

I'm tackling it room by room, starting in my office, on the upper story (huh uh, I really do live in a castle!).  I already have a very distinct feeling this may turn into a Spring/Summer project; perhaps, even a Autumn endeavor! 

My problem... aside from no Servpro...

is that because of my back injury and now my right knee being buggered up, I only have short bursts of energy, before it hurts too much to continue.  This really cramps (literally!) my style, plus...

it's fricken' frustrating!  However...

I really want to do it myself, if at all possible.  Why?  Remember in my last post here I mentioned something about being "anal" well...

I do like things done a certain way (some may call me a clean freak), but more importantly, I want to prove to myself that I can still take care of my home, even if it does take me a looo...nnnn...ggg time!

 



Another problem affecting my timeliness with getting everything shipshape, is that for over 3 years, I wasn't able to do much more than keep the homestead tidy which means I didn't do much in the way of dejunking (is there such a word?).   So, now I must go room by room chucking crap, starting in my office!

The very good news is that when finished I should have accumulated enough useless items (dah,wonderful treasures!) to hold a FANTASTIC garage sale!  Wowzers!  Cash... Buckeroos... Dough... Moola...

Perhaps, then a wonderful vacation??  Or maybe, next Tidiness Project, I'll call Servpro!

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Ta Ta!

All About Me...

I thought I'd share a couple of little known facts about myself...betcha just can't wait to read these!  Here goes...


I got my first and only Barbie when I was 7 or 8 years old.  I loved, loved, loved this doll!  Then much to my excitement I also, got Barbie's bedroom suite for Christmas and I thought I'd pee my pants!  Perhaps, I  did, but...I'll never tell.

The suite included the canopy bed, a small dresser for the foot of the bed and a fancy dresser with a mirror. It had a pink canopy and bedspread that I thought it was beyond beautiful. 

I eventually got Barbie's BFF, Francie, and a convertible car (no, not a real one!) and that was that...for my Barbie accessories...and...

 I was a very happy, little girl.

How...times...have...changed!

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Second little know fact...

When I was in my late teens and going to college, I had zero intentions of ever getting married or having children.  I was intending to be a Navy nurse and travel the seven seas or at the very least, be a carefree, single, career gal...

Why?  Mostly I was commitment shy and my preception of marriage and children looked like nothing, but work and heartache. Yuck!  Icky!  Blah!
I wanted nothing to do with it...

until I met Hubby and fell in love for the first time. Unless of course, you count being "in love" when I was 9 years old with a neighbour boy.

Hubby and I married 9 months later...and NO our first baby girl (Miss J) didn't arrive until almost 5 years later!  But once we figured out how to do it; we had our second girl (Kel) 11 months later.  Do the math...our girls are the same age for about 5 weeks!  Not bad for someone who never wanted to marry or have children, huh? 

So, now 36 years later (and they said it wouldn't last!), Hubby and I are still married and still in love...and yes, it's true, it did take lots of work and heartache!

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One more thing...

Here is a short list of some of my favorite things (some well known, others not so much):

-  I've had peanut butter & toast with a cold glass of some sort of milk (regular, almond, soya) almost every morning for so many years that I couldn't tell ya...

-  I love the sound of a train, but have yet to find it on a relaxation CD...guess most folks don't find a train whistle relaxing??

-  I've been called "anal" about many things, but perhaps, none so much as how things are stored in the fridge.  It drives me CRAZY if things (i.e. milk) are not put in the right place...yes, in my mind, there is a "right" place and a "wrong" place to store items. Huh uh...

-  I love crime shows, especially those that have a unique twist like the newest offering,  called "The Following", starring Kevin Bacon.

-  There is nothing I like better than a hot tubby, clean jammies and fresh bedding!  I imagine Heaven feels like this all the time...yummy!

-  I could eat some form of cereal for almost every main meal and likely never get tired of it.

-  Writing is my not-so-secret passion...someday I'd like to publish a book.

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Tha...tha...that's all folks!

Being Traumatized...

I wanted to feel traumatized when I heard about the bombing in Boston.  I wanted to be, but I wasn't.  This grieves me greatly. 

I did feel...

• deeply saddened for all those who lost their life's or were grievously injured
• heartbroken for the families and friends who were affected 
• disgusted with this horrible action by, the then, unknown suspects
• baffled about what possible motive or gain
• profoundly disturbed by the endless display of wanton violence in this day and age

but...

shocked, stunned, appalled by another act of brutality in this world, well...

no, I wasn't.

Have I become so jaded in my old age that cruelty and bloodshed doesn't shake me up? NO!  I will never get use to or accept all the hostility and hatred that exists, but I admit I may be world-weary.  I have lived too long to idealize the present state of mankind. The seemingly endless means of producing suffering that continues to flourish, fails to surprise me anymore.

I never would have imagined 40 years ago that someone could dare bomb a world-famous marathon?  I would have been utterly shocked, stunned and appalled, but today... well...

 I almost expect some type of assault happening at any large gathering of people.

If it doesn't happen, I heave a sigh of relief, thanking God that another event went unmolested.  But when it does happen... I feel horrible, not horrified.  Why?  I'm not heartless or cold...

It...just...happens...too...often!

Then today's media replays the ordeal over and over and over.  So, like treating someone's phobia by exposing them repeatedly to what they fear; the endless spiel of  repeatedly viewing the tragedy, ultimately (I believe) desensitizes me. There has to be a better way to inform me other than overdosing on all the gory images.

Yes, we live in a world where violence has become almost everyday "normal".

This is not right...

This is not moral...

This does horrify me and I pray it horrifies you, too.