tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21585486309428612802024-02-18T19:38:23.713-08:00Comfortably NumbThis woman's journey through life and life's changes; child rearing, marriage, divorce, menopause...Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06976483456489113897noreply@blogger.comBlogger24125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2158548630942861280.post-86701423691318304832011-06-27T18:28:00.000-07:002011-06-27T18:28:27.663-07:00The Dream
Once upon a time, in a land far away, before my reality, I fell in love with a dream. It was a beautiful dream,filled with a rainbow of wonderful emotions that danced across my sky. The kind of knee weakening, butterfly in the belly dream that you don't want to wake from but would rather snuggle down under the sheets pulling the pillow up over your head to get lost in.
I Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06976483456489113897noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2158548630942861280.post-8856329487216036152011-01-05T14:11:00.000-08:002011-01-05T14:11:01.655-08:00Letting go of the ropeI repress alot of emotions. Emotions that lay boiling just beneath the surface sometimes waiting to explode.
Nearly 5 years ago I was a healthy, vibrant, physical, energetic and successful woman. A woman who was sure of herself, who knew what she wanted and could obtain anything she set out to acquire. A woman without doubts, without fears, without limitations.
At thatAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06976483456489113897noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2158548630942861280.post-14868488973930701342010-11-30T07:01:00.000-08:002011-01-07T05:14:48.770-08:00That old, restless feelingI wrap myself in a tshirt worn by him, his fragrance tickling my senses as I curl up on the bed. This shirt that's cut for a 6'7' body is too large for me and the fabric folds itself between my legs. I roll over, stretching a hand across the bed, feeling cold where the warmth of his body should be.
Night time is the hardest. Sometimes I wonder if he's ever coming home though I Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06976483456489113897noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2158548630942861280.post-16129195331769178112010-10-20T14:41:00.000-07:002011-02-26T14:59:53.247-08:00Somebody should have told me...I headed out the door this morning, a spring in my step, excited about hitting some thrift stores and finding some interesting items. My morning caffeine fix rushed through my brain and I fairly buzzed about.
I visited one store after another. At each checkout I asked the same question. "Do you have any discounts or specials today?"
The shocker came when I visited the last Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06976483456489113897noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2158548630942861280.post-60015255227621716492010-09-22T07:31:00.000-07:002010-09-22T07:31:56.744-07:00Last days of SummerI lay in the warm sun-kissed grass with the wind gently stirring, the sun glaring off my lashes. I shield my eyes with one hand as I watch the clouds dance across the sky. Soft puffs of cotton candy. If I stick my tongue out, surely I can taste them.
Laying here, I have one ear turned to the sound of rustling leaves. A sure sign the deer are traveling Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06976483456489113897noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2158548630942861280.post-65310434015714304802010-09-15T09:23:00.000-07:002010-09-15T09:27:05.578-07:00Out of the darkness there came a lightDuring the darkness, before the doctors and God recreated me, I could find no relief from the torture of my traitorous body. Unable to walk, to wheel, to move I sank into a dark depression trying to will myself to die and failing miserably. I was denied what I craved most. An eternal end to the mental and physical suffering.
Thrust against my will into the world of the living, Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06976483456489113897noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2158548630942861280.post-27363264651645217382010-09-07T12:57:00.000-07:002010-09-07T12:57:55.525-07:00Another man done gone!I flew into the dental office like Marie Laveau, hair streaming wildly behind me, eyes flashing sparks of pain, long nailed fingers pressed harshly against my mouth.
I'm sure the dentist heard screams of "Another man done gone" as he looked at my wild appearance. I was in and out in record time! A simple replacement filling turned into a complicated extraction when said dentist shattered the Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06976483456489113897noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2158548630942861280.post-23111943796079653492010-09-02T11:52:00.000-07:002010-09-02T11:52:48.140-07:00I'm not Erma BombeckI'm not Erma Bombeck and I know as you read this, you're sitting in stunned disbelief. It's true though. Sure, we have many qualities in common. Our quirky sense of humor, our flair for writing, our disastrous and sometimes not so disastrous encounters with day to day life. We even sport a similar hairstyle and hair color! &Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06976483456489113897noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2158548630942861280.post-11102909774829191682010-08-27T08:52:00.000-07:002010-12-08T17:48:57.712-08:00Chocolate milk and toastOne of my favorite breakfasts is sitting down to a frosted glass of chocolate milk and a couple of crispy slices of toast. It's not even that I really like chocolate milk, it's the memories the chocolate milk and toast bring back.
Chocolate milk and toast take me on a journey way back in time. To a time of self discovery. A time I was a teenager struggling to find my identity, Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06976483456489113897noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2158548630942861280.post-71193606268119400432010-08-26T17:39:00.000-07:002010-08-26T17:56:03.064-07:00I am a thrift store junkie and a dime store divaI'm totally addicted to thrift stores and bargain stores. I've found everything from Rolex watches to Egyptian gold rummaging through these little digs. Today I ventured out to do a little rummaging, looking for wall hangings in a Tuscany style.
I have an eye for putting things together, for blending colors and design. In minutes, I can have a cart filled with an unusual Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06976483456489113897noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2158548630942861280.post-50769224378830283152010-08-26T09:24:00.000-07:002010-08-26T09:24:46.722-07:00To tweet or not to tweet?I've just set up a Twitter account but I can't seem to make sense of what's going on there. Everybody's following somebody (somewhere) and it all seems to go in absolutely no particular direction.
Why is it that the first person to "follow" me lead straight to an XXX site?
How do you follow a conversation on there? I haven't been able to make any sense of the "chatter" yet. I Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06976483456489113897noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2158548630942861280.post-72116910260572276862010-08-21T09:13:00.000-07:002010-08-21T11:07:47.862-07:00High Speed Technology....NOTIf it weren't for my phone card I wouldn't have internet access at present. Even as I should be thrilled I can get online, some mornings I feel like this:
Pingomatic DirectoryAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06976483456489113897noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2158548630942861280.post-7623354240426568392010-08-18T14:05:00.000-07:002010-08-18T14:05:33.027-07:00Claim to fame or walk of shame?Today I've been busy promoting my blog. I don't know how many of you are familiar with all the means of getting pinged, zinged or badabinged out there but I'm utilizing those avenues that I'm familiar with. This post is just a confirmation that I own this blog. You may now tune back to your regularly scheduled programming. Thank you.
FGFUGDQ2RJCGAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06976483456489113897noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2158548630942861280.post-63034679943857167772010-08-18T08:51:00.000-07:002010-08-18T09:06:14.759-07:00Blogging with abandonI've been a blogger for many, many years. I can recall a time when I blogged with total abandon, writing about anything and everything and enjoying a loyal following of other fellow bloggers.
Those were the days. A bunch of nonsensical fun. Each blogger writing in a style unique to them. The variety was like my own personal smorgasboard where I could feast my eyes Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06976483456489113897noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2158548630942861280.post-4115055408228465672010-08-12T20:05:00.000-07:002010-08-18T11:02:24.254-07:00Frog manI just watched my husband do the naked, drunk, frog man walk from our R.V. down to the house that we're preparing to move in to. Mind you, he is not a navy seal or anything military related. The only things he had on were his flip flops and a cocky smile. No pun intended.
As he high stepped over the thigh high weeds and grass I thought I'd snap some Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06976483456489113897noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2158548630942861280.post-2053041929951731852010-08-09T07:21:00.000-07:002010-08-18T12:11:41.427-07:00Zeus the gooseMy savannah cat, Zeus, loves the water. It's not uncommon to hear shrieks coming from the bathroom whenever some unsuspecting soul steps into the shower or slinks into a warm bath. Even though I give fair warning, some people just don't listen and if Zeus is allowed in the bathroom he believes it's his right to join you in the tub.
We'd brought Zeus up to spend a week with us in the R.V. at Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06976483456489113897noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2158548630942861280.post-66767091328607789672010-08-05T05:42:00.000-07:002010-08-05T05:43:59.545-07:00Slip sliding awayWhen my two sons were small we saw something on t.v. that got us really excited. It was the hottest part of summer and we were looking for ways to cool off when we saw a commercial for the Slip N Slide.
Looking back, I question my sanity as a parent. Initial impressions said this device would be great fun but I really didn't think beyond what my eyes had seen on that blinking t.v. screen.
Off Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06976483456489113897noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2158548630942861280.post-23550206098363446802010-07-22T18:54:00.000-07:002010-08-05T08:38:05.416-07:00He's got the look!Three days ago, my FABULOUS husband walked through the door sporting a short haircut and a cocky grin....my baby's come home. Finally.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06976483456489113897noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2158548630942861280.post-82878492098143505972010-07-15T04:01:00.000-07:002010-07-15T04:01:05.812-07:00Symbollic hairI'm sitting here at a lake in central Oklahoma watching the clouds roll by and the wind whip the trees. It's hard to believe just 4 years ago this month I met my husband. And fell wildly in love.
I've debated the wisdom in writing this post but realized anybody that knows me and my husband already know that we had a little hiccup in our matrimonial menu.
This morning started out wonderfully, Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06976483456489113897noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2158548630942861280.post-70590032652523464752010-07-10T07:16:00.000-07:002010-07-10T07:16:23.229-07:00Life is a HighwayI've heard the expression Life is a Highway and I tend to disagree. It's more like a back country road filled with bumps, potholes and unexpected twists and turns. Much like driving at night with your headlights off and not being able to see what's directly ahead of you. So much more exciting than the highway where everything is clearly marked off in advance and you can see your destination just Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06976483456489113897noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2158548630942861280.post-75233894026045624002010-07-03T09:52:00.000-07:002010-07-03T09:52:07.098-07:00I love my cats!I have a couple of exotic cats that bring me great joy. Zeus is my Savannah cat (part African Serval, part domestic cat) who has a temperament like a dog. Not only does he play fetch, he loves to swim, climb ladders and terrorize dogs. This is a cat with a ton of attitude. Sometimes not a good one. I haven't had a moments peace in the bath or shower since Zeus moved Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06976483456489113897noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2158548630942861280.post-45385061331452354982010-06-25T21:28:00.000-07:002010-06-25T21:28:38.840-07:00Them bonesI'd written this several years back and it amazes me that even after ALL this time, the random phone calls still come in.
Them bones.....yep.....little bones of contention....We've all got them. Bones that become disjointed over day to day things..... I've become a master at avoidance. I don't like those kind of bones. You bend them and twist them enough and they become swollen and painfully Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06976483456489113897noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2158548630942861280.post-38889427006753880532010-06-18T05:24:00.000-07:002010-06-18T05:24:05.376-07:00Pet namesIsn't it crazy how we find ourselves tagging the people closest to us with little pet names? I find myself doing that more and more with Andy. One in particular that pops into mind is "Nubby" which is a combination of new and hubby. Upon further reflection, I just don't see Andy finding this pet name adorable at all. Think on this. "Nubby" sounds more like a severed appendage than anything Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06976483456489113897noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2158548630942861280.post-14904146912843961352010-05-10T21:10:00.000-07:002010-05-10T21:10:35.761-07:00Wonder Woman vs. Menopause
I talked to my doctor who advises me that:
1) I am not wonder woman and I should stop overpowering people because frankly, it's a bit
frightening...and
2) I am not enjoying magical power surges that make me invincible, rather......
a) I am a hormonal, moody, frightening woman and...
b) those power surges are truly just hot flashesAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06976483456489113897noreply@blogger.com2