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Saturday, September 02, 2017

Blocked




               So, I've been blocked




                                       On Instagram



                                                    by my Daughter.

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Seems I had an opinion about a few pictures she had posted. They weren't horrendous or vastly inappropriate...but still.

I didn't like them, and I told her as much


She said "I will block you as long as you keep giving me your opinion on my pictures."





Did she actually think I was one of THOSE moms? the ones who bend and bow in any direction just so that their kids will like them and not be angry with them?

How could she think that?

I was the mom who (when their kids acted out in the store) I would say "You do that one more time and we are leaving!" They did and so I DID. I would leave with them.

I was not afraid of tantrums or later...the angry silent treatment.




So she blocked me from Instagram.....It hurt

"Mama, I just don't like your opinions on my pictures. If you could just keep those opinions to yourself then I'll unblock you"

I considered what she said carefully and I  weighed my options....I mean she is a young lady of 19 and is considered an adult. I thought and I thought and I thought.

  My reply?


"I thought of your terms and think you had better just go ahead and block me from Facebook too."


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                                        Still waiting for her reply.

Monday, July 03, 2017

On Bended Knee



          OK, so its now two weeks since My knee blew up to the size of a cantaloupe ( darn, now I want  cantaloupe) Anyhoo, Let me tell ya how I hurt my knee.






     I might have hurt it at that awesome party where I danced the night away
                                      
                                         
                                                       Nope, no party..













         Maybe I hurt it trying out our awesome backyard water slide?
                 
             Hey it could have happened that way...but no it didn't











        Or perhaps I hurt it while showing off my sweet Karate skills

                           
                           Nope. I can't even get my leg up that high














                                          Maybe bowling?

                             
                                                     No










                          Scaling buildings to fight crime?
                        
                                  No, I can't pull off the cape thing






So how did I hurt it? 



I knelt on the sofa to unplug something behind it.


Three weeks later I'm limping to the orthopedist and she wants me to get an MRI.

Next time someone asks how I hurt my knee I might just give them one of the scenarios above..they're much more interesting. whatcha think? ....the bowling one right?





Friday, June 09, 2017

Finger Lickin'...Bad




          Its been a long time. The last thing I wrote was that I was going to WRITE in this blog.....

What the heck! It's been nearly six months! Every time I tried; I would just stare at the computer and fall asleep. No excuses. Let me just dive right in.

I wanted to come back with a thoughtful blog post...something that would inspire and make the world a better place in its own little way...


                                    Yeah, no

I tried and I tried, but I could not write that welcome back post that would make my bloggy buddies (or first timers here) want to come back for more. Yesterday I was telling my husband about an incident at the store and he said " Hey you should write about that" I thought it silly, but here goes.



So I've got these pet peeves....I know I know everyone has them. Lately however this one particular pet peeve has been driving me coo coo for cocoa puffs.




                        

It's when Cashiers LICK their fingers before bagging items or counting cash.
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As they say in Jersey....It SHKEEVES me!!!!!!


Anyhoo, recently I was waiting on line and as I got closer to the cashier I was praying/ pleading in my head

                     "Please, please, please don't let this guy be a finger licker....please please please!!!"


I placed my precious groceries on the belt and the young cashier started to check them out.

You will be relieved to know that he did NOT lick his fingers.





He did something else...


                                      sort of like this...
                                      
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                                      But without the dancing.....UGH!


      It is never OK to scratch the nether regions in public   


                       




           I think I handled it well though

                      
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Thursday, December 15, 2016

Time For a Change





                Alrighty then. As I wrote in my last blog post..I'm going back to blogging.

I also wrote that I am working on my health issues; mainly my weight.

About a month ago I attended a family birthday party, then someone thought they would be funny to mention my weight gain by asking.."You pregnant?" and tapped my belly.
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I was mortified. My weight gain has been a source of angst for me. I wanted to have a good time that night, but I felt like I was under a microscope. Earlier that evening I picked out a blouse that I thought would sort of hide my weighty faults. I guess it didn't work. When it came time for dinner I put very little on my plate and all night fought tears as others enjoyed themselves.

I forgave the person who said the idiotic comment, (He's Old) but the sting of his "joke" hurt for days...and if I'm honest...still.

As a teen and up until my thirties I was very very slim.

Even after I had my first child I lost the weight rather quickly. I figured out that breast feeding really helped with the loss of the extra pounds. The  OBGYN I had then strongly suggested that I wear a spandex girdle to encourage everything in my belly area to go back into place. It worked!

Two and a half years later I was pregnant again. This time I gave birth to a much bigger baby and for some odd reason I decided not to wear a girdle. BIG mistake. I went back to work 7 weeks after my son was born, so breast feeding was more difficult and ended sooner than with my daughter.

After I turned 40 the pounds started to gradually pile on. In the last two years My Doctor has commented on it over and over again. She was kind though, but ugh I hated getting on that scale.

Even so I still felt I could pull it off....

                      Until this past year.

 Clothes have become so uncomfortable! Going shopping has turned into something I DREAD. Jeans fold over and let my muffin top hang out. Blouse sleeves tighten and squeeze my upper arms. If I run everything jiggles and bounces and trips up my rhythmic flow.

I dread seeing people I haven't seen in a while because as much as they don't want to react....they do. I'm like that TV cop that looks for Micro facial changes that would indicate proof that they think me a big fluffy blob.

Most try to just stare at my face avoiding the whole flabby body 
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Their slight twitchy eye means "Sheeeeeez, Joanne has gotten big!"
                                         
The slight frown after a smile would say "Holy Fa molies! she's HUGE!"

The reddening neck would say "Quick, what can I say that's positive?"

My energy and mood have been super low, and the clincher (as I wrote in a previous post) was the bad results from my medical physical.

I am now 53 years old and I have been saying I'm going to lose the weight for years and years.

So recently I said "ENOUGH!"

I downloaded an app to my phone. It's one of those apps where you list everything you eat during the day. You can even scan the bar codes of items and it will give you the calories and fat per portion. I know I should be able to do this on my own , but for some reason seeing it there on my phone really keeps me in check.

I've stopped drinking sweet drinks like soda (except for a juice once a day) and just drink water or seltzer.

Portion control and watching my fat intake (and especially cholesterol) will inevitably help with this process. Its not going to be overnight, but I will lose the weight if I stick to a healthy plan.

And one more thing...juicing. It really works to curb the appetite and give me that needed energy mid-day. 

I'm off to a good start, but if anyone jokingly ever asked me again if I am pregnant...I might bop them in the head and say


                "Oh sorry, it must be those raging pregnancy hormones"




Saturday, December 10, 2016

Back to My Happy Place





           OK, Taking a little too long of a breather

                       Will I ever write anything again?

                                Have I let "Life" tackle and keep me down?

                                        Has my Mojo abandoned and kicked me to the curb?


When no one I knew read my blog...I sat down tirelessly everyday to write and write. It was awesome to have comments from bloggy buddies and others who did not know me. They came back often and I visited them.

Something happened though when others that I knew in person found my blog.

I started to feel a bit cautious and exposed...weird right?

The blog was "taking too much time"...my Husband would say. Writing here was my release from the push and pull of the day. I went from HAVE TO to WANT TO as I put the stress behind me and wrote away on my slow computer. He didn't understand...but as he complained I started to feel a time crunch.

Some would stop by and didn't agree with what I was writing....

      ...  AND?

Some, (when they found out about my blog) never bothered to read it at all. If I must be honest I don't know which bothered me more.

When I was hidden behind just my first name I felt a freedom and joy that I hadn't felt in a long time when it came to writing. This blog was my own little space and no one else's. The rules were mine to follow and change at MY will. It was important to me; and because it was important to me I thought people would understand. The only ones who did were the bloggers who also found their happy Writer's place in their own blogs.
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This year was a tough one.

Both my In-laws suffered life threatening illnesses which have left them both in need of nursing care that stay throughout the day. My own Mother needs constant care and attention. My daughter graduated and is now attending her first semester away at college. I miss her.  My stress, sadness and a bit of loneliness has kept me from this little blog. Too many changes in such a short amount of time has really given me a one two punch.
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I guess the clincher was about a week ago when the doctor called about my annual physical....Cholesterol was HIGH

Um, maybe my test was switched with someone else's?

 She mentioned my weight gain

                    how dare she!

I have got to change this. I cannot change anything until I change myself.



So the very next day I started. I've changed my diet. (OK, I cheated last night...It was the annual Church Women's Christmas party)

I'm countering the fatigue that I feel with juicing once a day.

This week I will be starting an exercise routine.

Oh, and I'm going back to blogging....I don't give a damn what people think. I'm getting my Happy place back


With all these changes in my life there plenty to write about.