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I've been thinking about a post for a few weeks now and I haven't been sure about how to say what I want to say or even if I know what I want to say. Mostly the universe keeps kicking me in the head about some things in my life and to keep from getting my skull fractured, I'll write 'em down here.I'll get in the Way Back Machine to start. A few months ago, I called in to get my blood pressure

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A friend sent me this email:This story is true, it happened to Kona, a sweet yellow lab I call “the big blonde” because, well she is. Her owner, Laura is my oldest friend. I love them both. Laura emailed this link and the comments to me and after reading them I had three thoughts. First, some of these people are asshat trolls. Second, why do people say mean things in comments online?

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I got to talking with Mr. Ben last night about family silver and how it was always only used in our respective families on holidays. I told him I have my gramma's silver flatware (actually silver plate) and that I use it every day and that I blithely wash it in the dishwasher. This morning, I sat down to actually find out what I had and if I could get anymore of it. Turns out, it was made

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I am fat. I'm not putting myself down, merely stating a fact. I don't care for all the other terms; plus-sized, fluffy, overweight, etc., etc. I am obese, I have been for a long time. But like many fat people, I was healthy. My doctor told me that that losing weight would be good for me, but really, I never had any incentive. Now I do. I am what's known as pre-diabetic. My sugar levels

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Sometimes, it feels as though I will never be done with my apartment renovations and that I am not accomplishing anything. Time to list everything I’ve done so far, in a somewhat linear manner:I started by shredding old documents and taking electronic waste and hazardous materials (household cleaning chemicals and old paint, trying to go green here) to recycling.I gave an armoire to a friend and

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Recently, I became aware of how I feel sorry for myself. For example, I have a skin condition that comes and goes. There are topical treatments for it that help, but I can’t use it a lot because of side effects. And I’ve noticed that the better I eat, the better my skin feels and looks. But during a recent flare-up, I was having a “Why meeee?” moment, when I realized that I was having a

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You ever get down on yourself for not doing the stuff on your to-do list? Or for not working out, or for eating junk food, or for any one of the eight zillion you “should” be doing? Me too. So I decided to fight back against those voices in my head that tell me I’m lazy, I’m wasting my life, I’m this, I’m that. First of all, when I start to trash myself, I will stop it immediately. All those

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It's a beautiful day. I would like to have many beautiful days this year. I know this is possible because I had many beautiful days last year. I was able to travel a bit and see friends and family. I was able to realize that spending time with my family in the here and now is not the fractious irritation it was when I was a child. I learned that living life as it is now is much better than

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It seems every blog I read these days, people are trying to get healthier. Mir, over at http://wouldashoulda.com/, recently posted about going gluten-free. After I read her post, I realized I had the same symptoms: bad skin, problems with my gut, fatigue, etc. I looked into going gluten-free, which I've known for awhile was something I needed to do because I did it once before several years ago

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I live in a fourth floor apartment that has a balcony. Just beyond the balcony are the top branches of a tree. Through the floor to ceiling windows, I often see birds of all sorts; squirrels and the occasional opossum. The other night, I looked out and saw this: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Red_tailed_hawkHe was gorgeous. His head was turning and turning as he scoped out his situation. Then

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One of the things I did for myself, back in the day when I had money, was to buy an apartment size washer and dryer. My apartment building actually has two on-site laundry rooms, that are kept clean and the machines usually work. But I got tired of carrying laundry up and down from the 4th floor. Invariably the elevator was on the 4th floor when I was on the ground floor and vice versa. Not

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I didn't watch anything on TV today that had to do with September 11. I chose to remember what happened without reliving it. Living in California as I do, it was very early in the morning when a friend called and woke me to tell me what had happened. I immediately went to the living room and sat on the floor and turn on the TV. Whatever channel I had it on was broadcasting the people jumping

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I keep forgetting about this blog, I think mostly because I can't post from home right now. My laptop (never buy a Compaq, they're crap) is rapidly dying and I only use it when I absolutely need to. The problem is the video card is failing and I have all these vertical lines obscuring the screen. I checked into getting it (the video card) replaced and it would have cost $400.00. I only paid

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I decided to check my blog to see if it was still here. I couldn't remember the last time I came here and once again, I had to create a new password. Between working two jobs (three jobs in November and December) having mom here for Christmas, having the flu three times since November (once every two months like clockwork), a bunch of other stuff and general lazyness (laziness?), I haven't done

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I keep thinking of things I'd like to post about, usually when I'm driving. By the time I get home, whatever it was has been replaced by all the things I have to do. Life keeps getting in the way while I'm trying to have a life. Like now. I can't really focus on some subjects that I want to talk about because I have to go bleach my entire house. Kidding, but it really is due for a major

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My mother has been having problems with her memory over the last couple of years, it's been very gradual. In the beginning, it was so slight, it was hardly noticable but last July, when she was visiting, she would ask me several times what we were doing that day or who we were having lunch with. If I repeated it enough, it would stick. I was very concerned but she absolutely refused to go to

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That was refreshing. It's been a long seven months. I've been to Canada and Hawaii. My mother came for a visit. I'm currently working two jobs and will have a third job (weekends only) for the Christmas season. That starts Nov. 18th. I'll be working Monday - Friday at my full time job, Tuesday and Thursday evenings (at least) at my part-time job and Saturday and Sundays (10 - 12 hour days)

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I had a major melt-down. I've been so down, really in the dumps. I hated everything in my life, I wanted to feel some passion for something, I just felt dead. I called my best friend Susan, who lives in Hawaii and we started talking, I asked about her back, she hurt it clearing bamboo on her property, but she's doing better now. She asked me how I've been and I just started BAWLING! I couldn't

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I'm sitting here at work, watching Samantha Brown on the Travel Channel. That girl has the best job ever! I have an ever-expanding list of places I want to go to. Not just to Europe or Asia or Africa for a couple of weeks on vacation. I'm all for leaving on a Wednesday morning, flying to someplace, Santa Fe; Montreal, New York, Mexico City and having a long weekend, then flying back Sunday

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Bobby aka Dr. Christmas called this morning and we had breakfast at Champagne. One of my three jobs is working for him during the Christmas season, decorating houses, hotels, restaurants, etc. Here's his website: http://www.drchristmas.com/ It's been a lot of work but also alot of fun. He has a very talented crew this year, a great bunch of folks. So far this year, Bob and the crew have

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This is my first entry. I hope I will keep this up on a regular basis. First, the name of this blog. I wanted to call it How Did I Wind Up Here? but blogger said it wasn't available. So I decided to go with the nickname that friends used to call me. And maybe I can find my way, not back, but forward to that place again. Things are a mess.

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