10 things you may not know about me:
1. I have a pretend grandbaby. The baby is not pretend, she is real. I just pretend she is my grandbaby.
2. When I count my blessings, I often include thanks for the magic eraser.
3. I really hate it when people in electic wheelchairs use the road like a car. And I feel badly about that.
4. I was a party girl in the 80's. This is not as uncommon as you may have been led to believe.
5. I have an incredible love for older gentlemen, especially of the southern variety. All that chivalry, what's not to love?
6. I have recently been wondering what the difference between apathy and security is.
7. I gained over 100 lbs when I was pregnant with the twins. People nudged each other when they walked by me and refused to make eye contact with me.
8. This reduced my mother to fits of uncontrollable laughter.
9. I go outside first thing every morning and last thing every night. I can't seem to stop.
10. I believe once you have eaten all the crow from all the opinions you were so free with in your 20's, your work on earth is pretty much done.
These are all things I have good stories about. But this weekend I am going to be cooking and cleaning (because you know that makes me feel like a woman) and visiting with my kids. And counting my blessings.
If you haven't counted your blessings recently, give it a whirl. You may be surprised.
Jan 15, 2011
Jan 14, 2011
Love Handles - Check
Still smoking my magic stick and sticking to the plan but it is HARD. For one thing, my tongue has blisters all over it from constantly sucking on hard candy. Butterscotch is my preference but I have never been picky when it comes to candy.
So last night I stopped by the store to get a some garlic bread and lettuce. Lo and behold!! All Christmas cookies were on sale for $1 a bag. Now, I should explain that when you stop smoking certain things happen. Like, for one thing, you begin to taste and smell things again. And you are kind of anxious all the time because you feel like you are forgetting something, so putting something in your mouth serves two purposes. It makes you feel like you are doing something, and it helps get that taste of ashes out of your mouth.
Well, at $1 a bag I decided to live it up and threw 3 bags of cookies in my cart. I'm feeling pretty good about it all and I don't even have to stop to bag a bunch of stuff, so efficient is the non-smoking, candy devouring new me. When I got in the car, I was so hungry that I ripped open the nearest bag of cookies and I ate 27 cookies on the way home!! I counted. Because I'm efficient like that. They were kind of stale, but that did not deter me in the least. I was thinking this was crazy and how low I had sunk, when the person inside my head said "Hey, babe. Whatever it takes. There are probably children still starving in Africa. You're golden." And I felt better.
The person inside my head talks to me alot. I used to think it was God when I was little, and it could be. I always hear the person inside my head. I do not always follow their advise, usually to my dismay, but in this case it was nothing but comfort.
Which brings me to the jiggling sides. Possibly love handles. Is that two words? Whatever. I have some. I do not seem to have actually gained weight, but you know how it goes when you suddenly notice your jeans are tighter? Mine are. I was just starting to worry about gaining weight when the person inside my head said "It's not that you have gained weight. It's just that you are not coughing 100 times a day anymore. That must be the equivalent of 100 sit ups. Or crunches. Or WHATEVER they are calling them these days.
It made perfect sense to me.
So, my plan is to scoop some snow. Plenty of that around. If we get real excited we may even build snowmen this weekend.
I am just starting this blog and have not yet discussed permission to talk about my children (at least one of which I am pretty sure is not speaking to me right now. Either that or there has been a disaster that I am not yet aware of). So I will just say that I have 4.
The Rock Star, male, 21
The Beautiful Redhead, female, 18
and two perfect halves of what I like to call the Grand Finale, both males,both 13
The Oldest Baby, and
The Youngest Baby
Because you know they will always be my babies. They'll tell ya. They aren't even embarrassed at all.
So, is there anybody out there who can tell me how long before you can sit still without anything in your mouth? Or is that just me?
So last night I stopped by the store to get a some garlic bread and lettuce. Lo and behold!! All Christmas cookies were on sale for $1 a bag. Now, I should explain that when you stop smoking certain things happen. Like, for one thing, you begin to taste and smell things again. And you are kind of anxious all the time because you feel like you are forgetting something, so putting something in your mouth serves two purposes. It makes you feel like you are doing something, and it helps get that taste of ashes out of your mouth.
Well, at $1 a bag I decided to live it up and threw 3 bags of cookies in my cart. I'm feeling pretty good about it all and I don't even have to stop to bag a bunch of stuff, so efficient is the non-smoking, candy devouring new me. When I got in the car, I was so hungry that I ripped open the nearest bag of cookies and I ate 27 cookies on the way home!! I counted. Because I'm efficient like that. They were kind of stale, but that did not deter me in the least. I was thinking this was crazy and how low I had sunk, when the person inside my head said "Hey, babe. Whatever it takes. There are probably children still starving in Africa. You're golden." And I felt better.
The person inside my head talks to me alot. I used to think it was God when I was little, and it could be. I always hear the person inside my head. I do not always follow their advise, usually to my dismay, but in this case it was nothing but comfort.
Which brings me to the jiggling sides. Possibly love handles. Is that two words? Whatever. I have some. I do not seem to have actually gained weight, but you know how it goes when you suddenly notice your jeans are tighter? Mine are. I was just starting to worry about gaining weight when the person inside my head said "It's not that you have gained weight. It's just that you are not coughing 100 times a day anymore. That must be the equivalent of 100 sit ups. Or crunches. Or WHATEVER they are calling them these days.
It made perfect sense to me.
So, my plan is to scoop some snow. Plenty of that around. If we get real excited we may even build snowmen this weekend.
I am just starting this blog and have not yet discussed permission to talk about my children (at least one of which I am pretty sure is not speaking to me right now. Either that or there has been a disaster that I am not yet aware of). So I will just say that I have 4.
The Rock Star, male, 21
The Beautiful Redhead, female, 18
and two perfect halves of what I like to call the Grand Finale, both males,both 13
The Oldest Baby, and
The Youngest Baby
Because you know they will always be my babies. They'll tell ya. They aren't even embarrassed at all.
So, is there anybody out there who can tell me how long before you can sit still without anything in your mouth? Or is that just me?
Jan 12, 2011
Not Smoking - Everyone still alive
I have just completed one entire week smoke (but not nicotine) free. After smoking for 26 years I have tried the electronic cigarette and found it to be a miracle!!
You still can hold the cigarette in your fingers, which is a big thing with cigarettes, don't ask me why. You get to inhale water vapor and nicotine! You stay calm and do not fly into rages and embarrass yourself, break things or injure yourself kicking inanimate objects! I am very impressed.
It has been a lesson in analysis, this quitting smoking. For one thing, I haven't driven around in my car, in the winter, with the window up for 2 1/2 decades. This is so embarrassing to say out loud, but it is the truth. I am always cold, and hate winter, yet I have strictly made myself go outside to smoke for 20 years. Someone who has no addiction would ask why anyone would do such stupid things. I wish I had an answer, but I don't. Because I was addicted mind, body and soul? That is my answer.
One thing I have learned is that a lot of the time when I went out to smoke, I did it to get out of the situation I was in, not because I expressly wanted a cigarette. It was just the perfect excuse, especially around people who didn't smoke, because that way THEY would stay away from ME, and I could get away from the crowd without ever hurting anyone's feelings. I am claustrophobic, but not to that extent. I have used them to isolate myself for all of my adult life. True story. Smoking made me feel like I could cope better. Like I was tough. Like I was an adult. And besides that, it got me away from all those pesky people who were honestly concerned with my health. Nothing bothers a smoker like those people, I say, NOTHING!!
Now I smoke my little magic stick and laugh at myself because I feel silly doing it, but didn't feel silly smoking all those years while I was slowly killing myself. Like that wasn't silly?
There comes a time when you are too old to fall for stupid bs anymore.
For me, that came between the ages of 40 and 45, but there is no set schedule.
God works in mysterious ways, and while I have always been honest and forthright, I have not dealt with this very serious issue with myself. I am very proud of myself for getting this far. But I'm still stuck for an explanation of why I liked it so much. I found it very comforting and reassuring, hard as that is to believe. Maybe because my parents smoked. In fact, during my childhood it seemed like everybody smoked and nobody thought anything about it. I guess I considered it a mark of adulthood.
The world has changed a lot.
I guess it's time I finally got with the program.
I already feel so much better and I have to say my kids are just thrilled.
There is a bit of hope to lace today with. I just started this and haven't done any of the fancy stuff yet. Alas, my blog and myself are both works in progress.
You still can hold the cigarette in your fingers, which is a big thing with cigarettes, don't ask me why. You get to inhale water vapor and nicotine! You stay calm and do not fly into rages and embarrass yourself, break things or injure yourself kicking inanimate objects! I am very impressed.
It has been a lesson in analysis, this quitting smoking. For one thing, I haven't driven around in my car, in the winter, with the window up for 2 1/2 decades. This is so embarrassing to say out loud, but it is the truth. I am always cold, and hate winter, yet I have strictly made myself go outside to smoke for 20 years. Someone who has no addiction would ask why anyone would do such stupid things. I wish I had an answer, but I don't. Because I was addicted mind, body and soul? That is my answer.
One thing I have learned is that a lot of the time when I went out to smoke, I did it to get out of the situation I was in, not because I expressly wanted a cigarette. It was just the perfect excuse, especially around people who didn't smoke, because that way THEY would stay away from ME, and I could get away from the crowd without ever hurting anyone's feelings. I am claustrophobic, but not to that extent. I have used them to isolate myself for all of my adult life. True story. Smoking made me feel like I could cope better. Like I was tough. Like I was an adult. And besides that, it got me away from all those pesky people who were honestly concerned with my health. Nothing bothers a smoker like those people, I say, NOTHING!!
Now I smoke my little magic stick and laugh at myself because I feel silly doing it, but didn't feel silly smoking all those years while I was slowly killing myself. Like that wasn't silly?
There comes a time when you are too old to fall for stupid bs anymore.
For me, that came between the ages of 40 and 45, but there is no set schedule.
God works in mysterious ways, and while I have always been honest and forthright, I have not dealt with this very serious issue with myself. I am very proud of myself for getting this far. But I'm still stuck for an explanation of why I liked it so much. I found it very comforting and reassuring, hard as that is to believe. Maybe because my parents smoked. In fact, during my childhood it seemed like everybody smoked and nobody thought anything about it. I guess I considered it a mark of adulthood.
The world has changed a lot.
I guess it's time I finally got with the program.
I already feel so much better and I have to say my kids are just thrilled.
There is a bit of hope to lace today with. I just started this and haven't done any of the fancy stuff yet. Alas, my blog and myself are both works in progress.
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