In the past day or two, there have been some interesting questions posed. I for one never thought I'd keep my blog going beyond the first month or two. But I'm glad I have and I enjoy reading the others blogs. When I do things or something happens, I find myself telling myself that is a good blog entry, I'll have to blog that. And I do. Blogging is also a good place not to have to be politically correct or always proper. We can be ourselves in our blogs. Get to know the person beyond the survivo
Well Gary, the little snake never made it up your way. He was back this morning, called my dad, he arrived with the shovel and he took care of my nasty little buddy. My dad couldn't believe how nasty and aggressive he was and he said it was a garden snake, but he has to be a hybrid. So ends the tale of my snake buddy. We gave him a nice burial in the part of the garden he liked to hang out in. I hope there isn't a Mrs. or a grieving girlfriend......
As for yahoo personals, Jean, I've stopp
Interesting choice of topics lately, no? I had an experience this morning that I just thought was good solid blog material. Directly out my door, there is a cement sidewalk that wanders eventually to the parking area. The width of the sidewalk is about 2 feet, give or take. Next to the sidewalk is a garden that is full of foundation plantings. The foundationof the house is dry laid rocks, it is an old victorian. So it makes sense that the foundation houses snakes. Snakes in genral don't bother
The other day/night? I was watching a show on the discovery channel about the worlds most dangerous ants. One of course were the Soldier ants, nasty things. the others were in Brazil and I forgot their names now but they are nasty things...... The destruction a colony can do in a matter of seconds is amazing. Well you may be wondering why I'm blogging about nasty ants? It seems ever since I saw that show, I have ants in my apartment. They keep crawling up my legs when I'm at the computer. Yuck!
Well I wrote a blog yesterday, but the site was having glitches, so it got lost. But I hosted a dinner party last night. I was excited as it was my first entertaining attempt in my new place, first attempt, pulling it off doing it all myself. I have to pat myself on the back, I chose well for guests. Two old friends who live alone.
Well they got here early which was great cause I was bored and had everything ready early. So they jumped right in and in no time, dinner was cooked and served
OK, I'll admit it, I was browsing yahoo personals for "A woman seeking man, age 35-45, caucasian, within 50 miles of______________" I wasn't going to try the online dating route. I still may not do it, but a funny thing struck me as I was perusing my 32 matches.......... This is shopping for a man! You get to check them out, if looks are what attracts you first, read what they lied about themselves and pretty much pre judge them before you contact them. Not a bad deal when you think about it. He
WARNING! I am in a bad mood and I'm sure what I'm about to write will offend someone who is feeling wimpy today. But I was just reading the board and rather then post my feelings on a thread and hurt someones feelings, I thought this is a much better place to vent.
Why is it that some people have to be so meladramatic over stroke???? What, like having a stroke was no big deal in the first place? Or better yet, I love those that are of the mind that their situation is so much worse off then eve
I've been having a running arguement with the X for days now. He just stomped out of here, guess he didn't like what I said. Oh well. After he pulled away and I shut my door and locked it, I felt so free. Free of him, free of being a caring loving wife, free of play acting.Most of all free that I'm not his emotional crutch anymore. The responsibility that brought was heavy. Speaking of this makes me realize this July 4th will have added meaning for me. If only I was legally free of him. But that
Yes, I have been reading zen and eastern thinking material again. I have a question from my readings...... Buddha thinks we have a pure mind, I don't think I buy that.
My first initial response was "what about Hitler, Saddam, Mussolini? They definitely didn't have pure mninds, but it was quickly pointed out to me that all my examples I used are insane....... OK, so that brings me back to the original thought... I disagree with Buddha, I don't think we have pure minds as adults, we have our up
Yikes! I was the fourth one from dropping onto page two. So I am furiously trying to think of something to blog about. Good thing there isn't a counter on how many times I've almost disappeared onto page two.......
OK, my impressions I've had lately. It is wierd and hard to express but lately the apartment gives me the feeling of being on vacation. You know when the restrictive schedule is gone, one can do what they want, a feeling of difference. I especially notice this impression around 5
Surprising news.... I have nothing to really blog about.
But since I've stroked, I have come to realize the value in the simple things in life. I take time to actually smell the flowers, not just look anymore. So I thought I'd share the excitement and wonder when we humans get real close to wild animals.
Since I've moved into my apartment; at the end of the lawn down near the woods a couple of foxes took up residence. As their proximity to Petey and Stockings the cat has caused much stress.
Hey all,
I had a lightbulb moment today! I feel great! I am me and glad that I made the choices I did. I had to go stay at the house with my daughter this morning.... I was abit apprhensive in going there, but I figured what the hell? So anyway to make a long story short, about an hour and a half into my time at the house it hit me! I looked around, I walked from room to room, I went upstairs, I came back down, I went out to have a smoke on the deck. It wasn't "HOME" anymore. Nothing had been
I'm still here, plugging along. Alive and kicking. I have been keeping busy these days, filling up the days so the boredom stays away. Here it is friday already, where'd the rest of the week go to?Plus by staying busy, I'm tired at night and sleeping through the night again, but back to getting up early around 5 a.m. And I got good news! Yhe pair of jeans I bought last summer fit again! and they are loose and comfortable too. I hate wearing jeans that are so tight, you can't even take a deep br
I just read Marty's blog about his fall. I'm sitting here, talking out loud to myself, nodding my head in agreement. Because I know without a shadow of a doubt that no movement a survivor makes or takes is second nature anymore. Every foot placement, places we visit, any muscle movement we make is not second nature anymore. That is something that is wiped out by the stroke. And a fall such as Marty describes is humbling. Now I don't mean to put a negative spin on falls, but when performing a sim
Well here it is Wednesday night and I'm tired and should really be in bed instead of writing in this blog only what will probably become one long droning whine.
It has been hot and humid all day, I walked the post office hill and my muscles were screaming in protest, I was drenched in sweat when I got home, but the fact that I did it on such a humid day... me, who has never thought highly of physical fitness. But I think to myself I have to nurture enthusiasm in me again for living life. I hav
It is Monday morning and I feel almost on top of the world today. I just walked to the post office and back, it sits at the bottom of a big hill and I am huffing and puffing and sweating when I get to the top of it. But I did it and I tell myself that at least I can walk the hill. But I have muscles in places that have been at the beach drinking those unbrella decorated drinks for three years and they aren't happy about being called back to work!
Yesterday, it was beautiful, 87 degrees, breez
Now I wish I could say that I have been reduced weight wise. But I know that isn't so. No I have been reduced to typical small town life. Where the reason becomes clear as to why organizations such as the The Grange came into existence all those years ago. They were started to give the towns people something to do social wise. Kind of like Jean's Old Peoples Grill Nights. My village needs a Handicaps Hop or something. I will whine and say there isn't anything to do here in this town! I'm stuck,
We survivors know what hard work acceptance of our strokes are. I remember that my journey to acceptance included massive amounts of anger. I held on tight to that anger or let it hold on tight to me, however it manifested itself, I think I used it as a crutch to feel false bravado. Of course moving to my own place and hammering out the details of the divorce isn't an easy task. I feel stronger emotionally these days and more up to the task. But I've noticed that I have a constant companion agai
I just answered Asha's blog and I was wondering what the appeal is to forbidden fruit? Of course in Asha's blog I was discussing Victoria's secret products. But I am bored so my thoughts continued down the path to include all forbidden fruit. I am trying to understand the appeal. Maybe I need to stop living a fantasy life in my head and get out there and be with someone who is forbidden or off limits for some reason. If I did that, I am still off limits as I'm not divorced yet, but seperated.
WARNING!!! This will probably be a whiny pathetic entry, leave while you still can!
I am bored, restless and lonely. I keep waiting for the warm fuzzy feelings of being on my own to settle in. They haven't shown up yet, I'm still waiting. I feel the loss of living in a rural area and not being able to drive. Yesterday marked the passage of three weeks that I've been living here and I went grocery shopping on Friday. That was the first time I had been out of the apartment in three weeks.
I
Well I thought I'd share my blond moments today. I was supposed to see the lawyer this morning, so I was showered and dressed by 8 a.m. Well no appointment took place, but it was the third day in a row that I thought I was getting out and about. I've been antsy and a bit bored the last day or two. So I asked my dad to take me grocery shopping. My daughter is spending most of the weekend and I'm tired of hearing that I have nothing "good" to eat, meaning fast food junk. So I needed to stock up on
I'm hesitating on writing this....... Admitting it in print. Putting words to the confusion. But somethings should remain private. I will not be writing this entry. Sorry guys. My personal feelings are just that- personal and they will stay that way. Safe, secure and private.
Well it is 8:31 a.m. I am showered and dressed, it is raining again, listening to the mellow sounds of John Mayer. Love that guy, would love to meet him. So all in all a quiet time to ponder. Nothing was ramming the walls of my mind to ponder.....
Next week I'm back in my official job capacity on the site. I think I'm ready.... I think I have a good grip on everything. I'm not doing to bad on rounding out the edges of my post stroke life. I shouldn't say that as I am trying to be realistic and
I don't have anything to blog about specifically.I'm sure something will pour out of me. I feel like I am on a even keel emotionally and mentally. That is some progress.... I've gotten beyond the spouse and the neighbor. I'm convinced she will be my revenge. Ha! sick way to look at something and deal with it, but that is how I work.
The other afternoon the Ty clone was here, he gave me his business card with cell phone number.... yeah, like I'll ever use that or need it. Mr. clean came in and
Well today was another knock down drag out at my place. Yes, I was giving the spouse a ration of S*** because the new flame is always watching my daughter. So he of course didn't like being called on the carpet for it. So I told him, ok if she is going to be the one you fall back on all the time, what about this summer? He shrugged his shoulders and admitted he was at a loss over what to do. I supplied a solution.......... You ready for it? I told him with a big smile how I'd be happy to move b
