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...