Don't Bother me! I'm Crabby!

I woke up on the wrong side of the bed today. I didn't sleep for squat and am fretting over a bad conversation before I went to bed...but sometimes I just wake up crabby for no reason. Why is that? What causes our moods to swing when there's no PMS reason for it? Is it the lack of sleep or something that happened in our dream state? I know I had some very weird dreams. Actually had a dream that there were HUGE waves and people were playing with very large seals in the waves...WHAT in the world does that represent? Would that be the cause of my crabbyness? Sometimes just out of nowhere people get crabby in the middle of the day...is that some daily cycle rhythm thing that is coming out? If I could put my finger on why I get so crabby sometimes then I could stop it perhaps. I actually am even keeping my "crabby diary" along with of course, the migrane diary, which is how I figured out that the full moon causes one...but there's no rhyme or reason so far for the crabbyness. Either way I wish I could wear a sign or bib like the above to announce it and tell people to stay away! Wonder how that would fly in the office??!!

Full Moon causes Migrane!

My Mother and I are testing a new theory; that a full moon causes us to have a migrane. My Dad first noticed a pattern this year (it only took him 20 years!) that my Mom and I tend to have headaches at the same times! So he started plotting what the weather was like. We discovered that when the barometer changes, boom, we both get a migrane. But even more interesting...we both get a headache around the time of the full moon each month. Now neither Mom or I have a "cycle" anymore, so although there are theories and ancient people's tended to ovulate by the cycles of the moon, this is not a test we can perform. Nevertheless, somehow our bodies ARE reacting to it. Now I want to research the power of the moon and its cycles even more...what ELSE does it impact?

You are invited to the funeral of Mr. Pillow

You are all invited to the memorial service and burial of Mr. Pillow.

Services to be held around the trash can on Tuesday evening at 6:00 pm.

Doctors performed surgery on the belly of Mr. Pillow and thought all was well. As they were closing up Mr. Pillow with his final stitch, surgeonsdiscovered several other perforations on Mr Pillow's back side. After further inspection and much stuffing loss, Mr Pillow breathed his last breath. Surgeons decided that it was best to not close up the remaining holes and to let Mr. Pillow die with his dignity in tact. He had a long and very productive life and he will be missed.

He is survived by Mrs. Pillow.

To BEE or not to BEE?

I love bees. They are amazing little creatures that polinate so many flowers/plants. It's very sad that they are becoming more and more difficult to find as they lose their habitat and are being wiped off the planet. I discovered when I was in New Zealand about 5 years ago that they make the most wonderful healthful honey called Manuka. It's like a miracle drug. You can use it to heal wounds, cure indigestion, and cure a sore throat. I had forgotten about it until recently when I was searching my cabinets for cough syrup. I found the honey. That's all I needed. That honey works better than any cough medicine out there. I also rediscovered my Propolis drops, which is know as "natures best defence." Honeybees gather the resign from NZ trees and carry it to the hive where they mix with with enymes and beeswax to make propolis...another wonder drug...although if you are allergic to bee stings, probably shouldn't be eating it!

Serging SUCKS!

OK now I know what all the reviews and people were saying about how HARD it is to serge. Despite Nancy's cute video and her pretty white clean machine...it's nearly IMPOSSIBLE to work the darn thing! After about 20 tries I got it threaded correctly but then could NOT get the tension to work no matter what. I gave up and got out my old 1950 sewing machine and did it the old fashioned way. Sometimes maybe it IS just too hard to teach an old dog a new trick! Sorry Nancy, but you are going BACK to Amazon!

busy as a bee

I've been so busy, busy, busy...not sure what I've been doing, but no time to do anything like laundry, cleaning, feeding the cats. yeah, the cats were screaming at me this morning as their bowl was totally empty. When was the last time I fed them? My co-workers told me to stop drinking tequilla for breakfast because I had more than one senior moment this morning! Being too busy tends to make me a ditz brain. I wish I could remember what I've been doing...because nothing seems to get done.

still stuffed up

Ewww, gross! I'm still stuffed up and have a splitting headache. No cold medicine is working. I tried steaming my face, hot shower, cold medicine and now I'm just rolling my head against my desk chair (yes odd but it feels good).

It still amazes me that we can cure so many diseases but yet we cannot figure out how to keep the common cold at bay. Zinc doesn't work. Zicam doesn't work. Airborne doesn't work. Nothing works but time...

OK off to blow my nose AGAIN.

Snotty Nosed

I don't know where Nancy finds all those cool pictures out there on the internet. I was trying to find one of a stuffed up red nose. That would be me. Once again I've caught a cold, probaby due to stress and lack of sleep. I'm reading a book by Rick Foster called, "How we chose to be Happy". Despite all it's teachings on how to reframe all the stress and negativity...I still caught the cold. Maybe I can reframe the cold and re-intention it. That is the premise of the book and the lessons to learn. Turn everything into a position. OK, so that's the ticket... I don't really have a stuffed up snotty faced cold. hmmmm, let's see....how to turn that into a positive reassessment? OK I give up. I feel like dog doo. There is no positive to be found. I'm going to go take a gallon of medicine and go to bed. Nighty night.

Smurfette

Evidently I'm one of the few people who actually know what a Smurf, let alone a Smurfette is. People all night asked me if I was from the Blue Man Group. Do I look BALD and Male? Another gentleman, if he can be called that, asked me if I was a "blue ball sperm". OK that was original. I guess even in my own age group the smurfs were on so long ago that people have long forgotten their story. It's a sad commentary actually on our age group. Our short term and even long term memories have started to fail us. It's a known fact that the white matter in the brain starts to deteriorate from about the age of 40+. I myself had an MRI that showed just that. Depressing.

More depressing, I did not win the costume contest. Heck I was not even selected to be IN the contest. The three finalists were: A witch (OK tell me what's original about THAT?), Uncle Sam, and a gypsy. I should have just worn my belly dance costume. Would have saved me a lot of time and I wouldn't still be cleaning up all the blue paint off my car and floor!

No more Media!!

I work with some of the best economists in the world. The economy is NOT in the toilet. People are still spending, the price of gas is down, the cost of food is down, the cost of housing is down, down, down...people have been bailed out that should not have been bailed out and are now debt free. I cannot take the media hype and all the stock market hysteria caused by the herd mentality anymore! Come on, are we not supposed to be more evolved than sheep going to slaughter?? Although I would never, ever, ever promote or endorse censorship, I definitely want to blow up my TV and would love to silence all the media hype.

When did I become my mother?

I guess I've noticed it over the past few years that yes indeed we DO become like our Mothers. I think it actually has crept up on me slowly, and despite trying to fight it, I think this is the first time that I've actually acknowledged it out loud and realized that it's not ALL a bad thing.

I realize now that her happy demeanour that I always thought was a facade really wasn't a facade--she really WAS happy. She had realized that happiness is a reflection inward and that you can chose to be happy no matter what circumstances surround you. I think I finally understand that and can practice it.

I always thought she was a coward. I now realize that she was picking her battles carefully and with very conscious effort.

I never understood her anxiety and how she worried endlessly about our well being--and now I understand that feeling of total panic when you cannot find a loved one to be assured that they are safe.

I do find myself becoming more and more like her, which freaks me out a bit, but I'm at peace with it and no longer fighting it. I cannot think of a better person to be as I grow older. People admire, respect, and genuinely like her. I can only hope people think that of me, or will...

musical chairs

A friend aptly named the continual reorganization and shuffles we have at my company "musical chairs." Indeed that is exactly about how much control I have over my career and assurance that I have a chair or position. Seems like about every 6 months someone plays music that we're all supposed to recognize and jump up to play the game. Last week I had a chair. Next week it appears that the game's outcome is already known, and alas again I will have a chair. Perhaps a different chair, but I am guaranteed that a chair will be reserved for me. This morning more news hit the fan as more mergers are announced, thus insuring that we will play this game hundreds more times before we are fully integrated with the new company. The music may change, the players may change, but one thing is for sure, we will always be fighting for a chair.