Small Scale Circle of Life Questions

Lulu picked her pants up from the floor and got stung by a scorpion 🦂 that was hiding in them.

Me (sarcastically joking): See what happens when you leave your pants 👖 on the floor.

Lulu: I’m in no mood for your jokes.

It barely got her on the thumb. She’s fine. Worked her whole shift with no issues.

Day before, I killed one 🦂 in the hall. Day after, she was taking her towel from the bar and one 🦂 fell out. Didn’t sting her and she smashed it was a shampoo bottle.

Today B had one 🦂 in his t-shirt. He was stung about three times before he realized it. He claims to be immune strong he man that he is.

That’s four in less than a week. Reminiscent of our first year here. Was a scorpion 🦂 bonanza. He’d go on patrol around the house with a flashlight 🔦 in dark and the little buggers would be on the exterior. Smash, smash, smash.

But then the fire 🔥 ants 🐜 got busy and down went the scorpions 🦂. This year the weather has been so dry though that the ants are not moving as much hence the uptick in scorpion 🦂 sightings.

Given the options, I’d prefer the fire ants. Or should I? We’ve never had fire ants in the house 🏡. But which are worse on the ecology? Inquiring minds want to know. Any ecologists out there?

As always moreto come.

So, … The Medical Meat Market

I have been quiet on this front for a bit.  Well at least I’ve been quiet since June 1st.  Check out here, here and here for the three most recent mini-rants.

I’ve been making decisions or burying my head in the sand.  Bottom line, I will not take either of the potentially cancer causing meds even if the potential is “rare”.  I mean c’mon!  Who would do that?  Not I … said the spy … who is me … and not a gambler.

Instead I have been working toward the original therapy of walking.  Yep!  Not enough doing unfortunately but I am turning over a new leaf.  Starting right now!  And borrowing from Sunny Stephens of Hello Sunshine “it occurred to me that turning over a new leaf probably involved saying it less and doing it more”

When I work out of RW, I take the stairs in the garage.  I purposefully park on Level 2 and walk to Level 5.  Prior to diagnosis, I used to park on Level 3 and walk to Level 4 :).  To help me succeed, I curse my way up.

I hate this shit, I hate this shit, I hate this shit (12 steps right there).  lol.

I have to say cursing does help.  Plus, I’ve been told a way to form discipline is doing something you don’t want to do.  Pushing through.  For me that is walking up the dang stairs.

I have not been as disciplined about the general walking – 30 minutes a day 3-5 days a week.  I was trying and I was listening to music to help me push through but the music stopped helping.  It’s hotter than Hades out there and no amount of music takes the heat away.

I tried a different tactic today.  We’d been to the Pearl taking photos which caused walking by default.  I could have stopped there but in the effort to become disciplined, I walked again around our place.  We’ve got almost 5 acres of prime real estate.  I have no excuses.  I took my snake gig (even though too hot to see them; better safe than sorry) and as I proceeded I repeated FTS, FTS, FTS.  And not the acronym, the words! And guess what?  I’ll be darn if I didn’t walk 25 minutes (felt like 5) when I started out trying for 10.  Gotta start somewhere right?!?!?

I hope to eventually work my way up to 30 by 3 or 5.  I can do it Ricky Bobby.  FTS, FTS, FTS. Say it with me.  🙂

I remember fondly that my dad would not cuss in front of us.  He’d used initials too.  Mainly BS and CS with an occasional PF worked in.  The three littles (J, P and J) would always ask “what’s a PF daddy?”  He’d laugh – a pink flamingo but he never say what it really meant.  Maybe I should work PF into my walking routine.  No telling how far I’d walk powered by those memories.

Happy Sunday y’all.  Hope it’s been a good one.

As always, more to come.

So, … Am I Gullible or What?

I am trying to find a Mosaic weighted blanket on the cheap.  You see I too want to sleep through the night again.  Could this blanket be the key to that?  Or do FB advertisers see me as gullible?

Of course this blanket is a non-drug miracle worker if you believe what you read.  Assists with a laundry list of symptoms of which mine happen to be insomnia, menopause and pain. And the list goes on and I wonder if there is any truth to these claims.

Actually I get there is some degree of truth.  After all, I saw first hand how my kids loved their blankies.  Couldn’t sleep without them and a stuffed animal or two. Which leads me to considering trying out a weighted blanket.

But as my usual, before making a final decision, I went online researching/shopping.  First I looked by category – men, women, teen boys/girls, kids boys/girls, seniors and couples.  Best I can tell these are the same except for the color schemes.  But maybe I want unicorns?  Ever thought of that? Nope only kids who are girls would pick a unicorn. Pfft!

Then I checked out sizes by weight … mine and the blanket’s.  There are theories about the perfect equation.  The result is that my poundage would require a 13 to 14 pound blanket.  Welp, that seals it cuz you know we can’t have no stinkin 13 in this decision.  I am very superstitious (or just pulling your chain) hence the need for this insomnia/menopause/pain blanket in the first place.

The cheapest item that met my parameters is $144.95.  Uh really?  C’mon.  You just made anxious people all over the world more anxious … or at least those with money worries.  And I am not about to throw $150 at bedding.  Yep, I know that is not a bad price necessarily but whatever happened to this infomercial sH!t being sold for the low, low price of $19.99?

Any who.  I digress.  I have a perfectly fine comforter.  It works well.  It may not weigh 14 pounds but that’s okay.  In fact, despite the potential to jinx myself, I have been sleeping better.  I have bedtime rituals that help to this end.  I think I will pocket the almost $150 and stay the course.

As always, more to come.

For 6/24/18 ~ Dreams by The Cranberries

Our theme for Song Lyric Sunday this week is dream.

Thanks Helen!

I am amazed by the way our minds work too.  I used to write down my dreams and try to analyze them.  I have not done that in a while.  These days I don’t remember much from my dreams. With so many dream songs to choose from I wonder if we will have a lot of duplicates today or maybe more one offs than ever.  My entry is Dreams by The Cranberries. RIP Dolores.

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Lyrics:

Oh my life is changing everyday
In every possible way
And oh my dreams
It’s never quite as it seems
Never quite as it seems

I know I felt like this before
But now I’m feeling it even more
Because it came from you
Then I open up and see
The person falling here is me
A different way to be

I want more, impossible to ignore
Impossible to ignore
And they’ll come true
Impossible not to do
Possible not to do

And now I tell you openly
You have my heart so don’t hurt me
You’re what I couldn’t find
A totally amazing mind
So understanding and so kind
You’re everything to me

Oh my life is changing everyday
In every possible way
And oh my dreams
It’s never quite as it seems
‘Cause you’re a dream to me
Dream to me

Songwriters: Dolores O’Riordan / Noel Hogan

Dreams lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc

As always, more to come.