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Don’t Let Bad Rule You. Life Can Be A Party

Hello!!

I know it’s been such an incredibly looooooooong time since I last wrote a blog. I was guilty of letting that shocker to my health get in my way.

As a refresher, I had been seven years seizure-free until December 16, 2014. What made my system whacky? Well I had some shoulder pain and the family doctor (without checking for possible side-effects) prescribed prednisone. This was a higher dose than what you get when treating for a cold and/or sinus infection (like a minimum of 10x higher). After a couple of days the prednisone counter-acted my seizure meds. It was as if I suddenly stopped taking them. Well, when one suddenly stops taking some meds, it causes the very thing the drug is preventing. So for me, three seizures that day.

7-9-15 not rejecting helpI was blessed during my six months of restricted driving. A neighbor (stay at home Mom with an adorable 5 year old daughter) took me to work and on my short days picked me up. She and I even went to a couple of garage sales – doing fun stuff. The folks at work (part-time job in retail) handled all the bank runs, even another department on the days when I would have been the only person to go.

But you see, I lost my independence – Boo Hoo. It wasn’t as if I did a lot of traveling – I don’t really. It’s just the issue of having to depend on others and feeling like a burden, whether they told me I wasn’t or not. It didn’t matter, because I felt that I was a burden and/or pain in the…

I’ve been back to driving for a month now. Would you believe that it’s still taken a bit for me to get over myself? I think what really helped was having an emergency at work and my boss (regional supervisor) calling me at home asking me to go back to the store – and be able to count on me to actually do this.

I have always had a hang up – I can and am willing to help others, happy to do so and don’t expect anything in return. But (now there’s a big word), when it comes to me asking for help…

7-9-15 Asking-for-helpSo, what is the lesson I’m trying to impart?

Well for one thing understanding that the quote is true and for me and other like-minded people to remember and hold in our hearts.

Don’t let health set backs ruin your outlook on life in general. Stuff happens – good and bad. Don’t get so wrapped up in what you perceive as “what should be” that you bog yourself down with nonsense (feeling you can’t ask for help). Basically, get over it, move on. This is not to say that you don’t have the right to be frustrated over the set back. You do. Just don’t let it run your life.

Notice my tagline up there at the top: The Party’s on – Seizures Saved my Life! Why do I say that? Well anyone can let the bad stuff in life run them down and ruin their outlook on life. Why not say that something adverse turned out positive? It’s working on perspective and how one views life that’s important.

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I’m Chronologically How Old????

Dang, people’s kids are making me old!!!!

A friend of mine’s first child is going into the SIXTH GRADE. I worked with Jennifer while she was pregnant with her daughter and wondered how anyone could be sooooooooo sick during a pregnancy.

My Grand-Neighborette (GN) started PRE-SCHOOL today. I knew her Mom was pregnant before she would admit it. (Don’t ask me how I knew, I just did)

Nat-Bee 1Yesterday I walked over to visit my GN and her Mommy. I had to check out her hair cut – well OK, it was just a trim. After a couple a few minutes she ran to her room and came out with a gift for me. Simply saying “here Grand-Neighbor, this is for you.” It was that little bumblebee in the picture. I told her that I would put it on the frame on my desk that has her picture.

Over the years I have occasionally given her things from my heart (aside from her birthday) that I thought were important/great for her to have. Before her Christening I gave her the rosary my Great-Uncle brought from Jerusalem for my Christening (it’s made of rough pearls). When she was a few months old she was intrigued by the ceiling fan, so I bought a “gauzy” butterfly with beads hanging from it. (Still in her room) Recently, since she’ll be starting dance lessons, I bought her a ballerina. She took it to her room to hang on a hook by her bed. That night when Daddy got home she told him where to move the hook.

Her Mommy – like a few parents I know – calls her “my little monster.” Well, GN does have a definite way about her and like most small children has no problem speaking her mind. I hope she keeps that, it could be a challenge for her in life, but honesty is a good quality. And GN is very sweet when she sees my husband and/or me and comes running up to give us a hug. Is it because she knows she’ll be scooped up and tickled/spun around? No, not completely.

So, when did this age thing happen? I mean really, when did I become of an age I could be a grand mother??? I sure don’t feel I could be that old…well OK my knees do ache, but then since I was a kid I’ve had issues with them, so what do they know?

It doesn’t seem like it’s been 22 years since I was diagnosed with epilepsy – my first seizure. Then again, it really doesn’t seem like it’s only been six years since my last seizure either. Telling people how old I am (chronologically) really doesn’t bother me – no one believes me anyway (I’m 54). But I don’t feel I’m that age, which by the way when I was a kid in school I didn’t think that number was old – honest! Other kids thought it was really old to be 54. I mean some of my classmates panicked about how old we’d be when the new millennium arrived. I mean really, for some of the kids (like me) our grand parents were that old!

To both of those little girls – I wish them a wonderful life and that positive things go their way. Just what is 54 suppose to feel like anyway???

Tribute

Since around 6:00 this morning, I’ve had this urge, need (?) to write this. It’s taken this long (2 1/2 hours) to finalize – re-writes.

You see, a friend/neighbor of 16 years passed away, very early this morning. We all call each other “Neighbor” as in Hi Neighbor! (their kids included) He had been fighting brain cancer for about five years. His doctors were surprised at how well he had been doing and that he was still alive longer than originally predicted (two years – tops FIVE years ago).

fireworks-4Every year around this time he would be setting off fireworks (just a couple each night) from 6/30 to the 4th. If the local fireworks were on the weekend – because the 4th was during the week, he’d keep going and light the last of his “stash” after the “big show” was done. One year a neighbor across the street called the cops on us (on the 4th) for making too much noise. The police were very nice about it, actually were embarrassed to even have to say anything. Every time fireworks went off, he would grab a chair and find the best place to sit and watch – from the yard (we had a fairly good vantage spot).

His hobby was working on cars. He has a friend with a collector car. So, every year Neighbor would make sure the car was running so the friend could take it on the Dream Cruise. Neighbor always made sure that every car they owned ran as it should – especially wife’s classic car. His latest project – a Chevy pick-up (I can’t remember, possibly late ’70s).

When he couldn’t work at his job any longer, the mechanic across the street hired Neighbor to work there for as long as he wanted/could. It was one of those win-win things. The mechanic got a great, hard working employee and Neighbor got to do what he enjoyed and still feel good about himself.

Anytime my husband or I had car questions (even another neighbor two doors down), Neighbor was the “go to guy.” We are all the kind of neighbors that when we help – nope won’t take money, I know you’ll help me when I need it sort of folks.

The Neighbors are folks who enjoy their toys: jet skis and snowmobiles. We have lake privileges and there are a couple of State parks with lakes close by – those same parks have snowmobile trails.

When the kids graduated high school and were both interested in cooking schools, my husband custom built cases for each of their chef knives that also held the sharpening sticks we bought for them. I got small “plaques” with each name engraved and those were mounted on each box. When we celebrated husband’s 50th birthday, I had the Neighbor Kid (son) cater and told him to set the price. He had fun.

Since husband is so good with cabinet building, when Neighbors decided to redo their kitchen, they had husband build all of the cabinets. Back in 2000 when we redid our kitchen/dining area, (before their kitchen) Neighbor Kid (daughter) was worried that we were fixing up to move – to the point that she came over and told us NO we aren’t allowed to move!!!

So now Neighbor has to finalize her husband’s funeral. I can’t imagine how she feels, oh sure I can guess. I know it’s hard on her and on their grandson they’ve been raising since he was one – will be 12 in September. I do know one aspect she will be going through – what to do with all of his things.

So, what is the reason for this? Well to honor my neighbor. To honor a man who kept fighting when doctors told him he didn’t have a chance.

I do know that watching fireworks just won’t be the same.

Colorful Fireworks over Lake

Focus: Blurry or Sharp

yellow irisI love, love, love to take pictures. However, there have been times when I’ve frustrated myself – the pictures weren’t as clear as they were intended to be. GASP!

I started taking pictures back in the day when you used film. So, you had the expense of the film and processing before you could find out that UGH, that wasn’t suppose to look like that! You’re suppose to see the iris clearly – not the stems. (yes this is from film)

But now there’s these handy things called digital cameras.

So?

butterfly or mothWell you can take pictures, find out right away if it’s out of focus. If it’s out of focus then you can delete it and move on. (yes digital – a properly focused picture)

How cool is that?

Now (sometimes) don’t you wish life was that easy? I mean really, to be able to re-gain your focus with just the click of a button or two?

Go ahead, ‘fess up – you know you have. At least once. For example, you could be so incredibly excited about an upcoming event that you mess up a project you’re working on. You’re not focused on the task at hand.

Focusing on your business is key. Perhaps you can afford to make a mistake, maybe two. But how does that affect your integrity? Will clients feel they can count on you when things get tough? Or will they wonder, just how many times will it take to get this done right?

I will admit that YES I have been guilty of losing my focus. Then I have to work that much harder to correct the mistakes/missteps I made to regain the trust of my client. Sometimes that’s much harder than it would have been to simply sit down, take a moment to focus.

So, how is your focus? Is it more like that iris? The main part of the picture – the story is blurred and lost. Do you have to try too hard to understand?

Or is your focus like that Swollowtail? Clear, sharp and you can easily read the story.

Always Thank a Toddler For That Gift

Well things (financially) have been seriously tight for us, so I took on a part-time job. There’s a “trick” to life – you have to find happiness/fun – it doesn’t just magically appear – and sometimes it can be in the strangest situations.

My part time job is in retail. I work at one of those large grocery/general merchandise stores – no not Walmart. I work in the merchandise section and there are interesting things and people there!

Just for some examples there’s the:

  • need to test bounce balls – all the way through the store
  • need to play “football” with the sanitary napkin packages
  • need to “shoot hoops” to get the tested balls back in to the tall display – nope can’t put the ball back the way you got it out (between bungee cords), where’s the fun in that?
  • need to test spray paint colors – on the wall/floor
  • need to really make a person’s job interesting – leave packages of food all over the store, if it’s something that will smell bad after a couple of hours all the better
  • need to accept what toddlers give you

Now how do I handle some of this? Well it more or less depends on the entire situation. For those of you who know me – generally humor is the way to go.

That test bouncing thing. Well, one time I was in an aisle putting a toy away when all of a sudden a ball came flying over the top of the shelving. It just missed me. Really??!! Just as I picked it up a boy came running around the end of the aisle immediately apologizing. I told him that this is why test bouncing isn’t always a good idea. His Mother came around the corner apologizing saying it’s all her fault. I could tell they were sincere – so humor kicked in. I put my hands on my hips and said yes, it sure is. Then wagged my finger and said you’re grounded young lady! Her other son had rounded the corner as I said this. The 1st boy’s eye grew wide, his brother put his hand over his mouth so his Mom wouldn’t hear him laugh. She looked at me, realized that I was being funny apologized again, she and her son picked up what got knocked down while all of us were laughing.

The unruly teenage boys playing football? Well, yes they made a mess and wouldn’t listen to one of my co-workers – she’s their age. Then I asked, “Really guys? Aren’t you, big for being 7?” They stopped what they were doing, apologized, picked up the packages of pads and put them back. (Unfortunately they went through the rest of the store causing trouble – can’t fix them all)

We also take calls from outside the store. I was helping this older woman who was asking all kinds of questions about what was on sale in the beauty department. Yes, it was a busy time in the store. But I didn’t mind taking the time to help her. Part way into our conversation she said “I’m sorry to bother, I know you folks are busy, but I can’t get to the store unless someone brings me and I don’t want to waste their time.” She had recently suffered a stroke and lost the vision in one eye. She wanted to know about some of the sale items because she is getting things together for Christmas. She wants to thank all the folks who have been helping her. But then we got to the “What’s this John Frieda stuff? I really don’t know what it is. I don’t know – please don’t be offended – what white folks use in their hair.” After chuckling a bit (it was hard not to actually laugh hard at this one) I told her it depends – some of us have such problems with frizzing that scissors might be a good thing. But I helped her out and gave her some suggestions.

I have even learned a valuable lesson. When a toddler hands you a bottle of nail polish like she’s giving you a gift – you make a big fuss about saying thank you and this is very pretty. Do not let her see you put it away! Well, actually I already knew that, I just wasn’t expecting her to watch me for as long as she did!

I may not be happy about the reason for having the part time job, but there is some fun involved. Just have to enjoy it when it happens – just like anything else in life.

What a Psychic Once Told Me

Rather interesting email yesterday. It told me that I needed to be concerned because:

I am contacting you now because this morning I had a powerful flash about you and I felt the enormous distress that you are carrying with you at the moment.
If act NOW then you have every chance to resolve the major questions which you have about your love life at this time.
I know you now feel abandonned and alone as far as your love life is concerned but I want you to know that this is no longer the case because I want to help you to work through this situation.

Yes, this person is a psychic I contacted – based on a friend’s recommendation. The above excerpt is exactly how she sent it – with typos. My reactions:

  • Enormous distress????? Huh?
  • What major questions about my love life? My husband and I are very happy thank you very much! We’ve been together 30 years and married 26.
  • There is no way I feel abandoned.

This is the same psychic who told me at the beginning of last year that she saw a lot of travel for me for the year. Well, OK I’ll give her that one. I did go to a convention in Chicago. I did do a lot of driving back and forth to the hospital because of my husband’s surgeries. OK, on the “a lot of travel” thing.

Then she said, here is a list of your lucky days. On these days you should play the lottery, I know you will win. OK, what could that hurt? I played the Lotto and instant tickets. Win? Not once. The only one who did well on that was the State Lottery Commission – they sold more tickets.

It is very rare that I contact psychics for readings (the last time was when I was 21 and Mom thought the person was great – another way off base person), but sometimes they are entertaining. I should say right now, I’m sure there truly are gifted people out there. Just because I haven’t found one doesn’t mean they don’t exist. Maybe it’s that I don’t completely understand exactly what they’re telling me?

What do I actually learn from psychics?

Well, there is the belief that I am smart and can make my own way in life – with the help of friends and loved ones. This is how everyone truly does well in life. A truly wealthy person cannot count how many friends they have – because there are so many. A wealthy person counts their blessings – and they are abundant!

My life is blessed. I have people I love and who love me. I have friends, and people who think I’m great even when I don’t see where they get that idea. I do thank God – every day – for this and ask for help for my family and friends (as the need arises). You’d better believe that I asked for help for Kim’s cancer and that he be given the ability to beat it. It worked – he is a little over a year and cancer free. But the doctor won’t declare this for another 3 years.

So, thank you God for my life.

Oh, a positive flow of income wouldn’t hurt…

Awww Mom!

(Laughter Therapy’s photo: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Laughter-Therapy/261247177272887 )

You know you heard at least five of these as you were growing up. Some of us heard each of these at least once in a week.

The stuff that would REALLY get us (my brother and me) in trouble were the answers we’d give.
1. The n. O is good. Right?
2. There’s only 2 of us, you have a 50-50 chance of guessing right.
4. COOL! School pictures are tomorrow…
6. Fine, that’s where my books are.
7. Does this mean you’re getting us a trampoline?
8. But what else can I feed the dog???
9. Neither is “look it up” it means you don’t know the answer too.

Yes, it’s amazing that my brother and I managed to grow up! 😀