Thank you Dania! Ladies and Gentlemen, you really need to check out her blog – Mah Butt Itches. Wit, humor, unabashed honesty. It’s all in there.
Woo Hoo! If ever a girl needed a win, it’d be me! Not only has life shifted sideways lately, I just ran into a tree. Ouch! That’s gonna leave a mark. I was trying to corral my dog Buddy to give him his heart worm pill.
Huge shout out to the award creator. The lovely Okoto Enigma
Rules for the Award
- Display the award logo/image on your blog – check
- List the rules – check
- Thank the blogger(s) who nominated you and provide a link to the nominator’s blog – check
- Mention the creator of the award and provide a link as well – check
- Tell your readers 3 things about yourself – see below
- Answer 5 questions from the nominator – see below
- Nominate 10 -20 bloggers – see below
Three things about J-Dub
- I think I am hilarious but I am mistaken. I really cannot tell a joke to save my life. Especially if I try saying one because I laugh before I reach the punchline … very annoying. I’m a skosh better when I write something funny. Still more misses than hits. But and it’s a BIG butt, I laugh … a lot … at myself … multiple times daily. Why? Well because it masks the pain. Just kidding, kind of, sort of, not really. Life is too short y’all.
- I am a married mother (two by birth and two by love). These kids are everything y’all. Unconditional love is easy … for others. Of myself … not so much. I also adopt wayward souls because love knows no bounds.
- I talk with my hands and I am easily excitable. When I say something is fantastic! fabulous! OMG wonderful!!!! I mean it to the core of my being. I have been accused of being insincere because I am kind over the top with the adjectives. The thing is I only say what I mean. I have no poker face. Otherwise I am quiet. Don;t laugh people who know me in “real” life. I’m shy y’all. Really I am!!
Five Questions from Daina & My Answers
- How much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck would? Well, if a woodchuck, could chuck wood, he’d chuck as much wood as he could! So silly!!! 🙂
- What is one thing that could bring you to drop kick a poodle in rage? Ooohhhh, hmmmm. Nothing these days. Rage was reserved for my youth. I think since I was poodle dropped kicked myself, I’ve come to learn a thing or two about anger. I am very rarely angry anymore. And when I am, I get over it quickly.
- You are given 1 opportunity to travel back in time to change 1 major historical event – would you: Kill Judas, Kill Hitler, Stop Donald Trump from being born, Take a bullet for JFK, Take a bullet for Lincoln, or take a bullet for Franz Ferdinand? Deep my friend. I’d kill Hilter. I ain’t taking a bullet for nobody.
- You are given 1 opportunity to travel back in time to observe 1 major historical event, what are you going to see? Tearing down the Berlin Wall. I watched on TV with everyone else. I’d like to travel back and experience that moment.
- You have 2 plane tickets to anywhere in the world and $5,000 in your pocket, where are you going and who are you going with? Alaska with B. And we’d never come back. He’d give the nature hike tours and I’d drive tourists in the shuttle from the hotel to the docks. The hotel being the Windsong Lodge in Seward.
I have nominated people in the past when prompted to do so by an award. Sadly few play along. I am hitting the Staples easy button. Beep!!!!! I nominate anyone who wants to join. Just be sure to follow the most important rule 4 and mention the creator of this award. Without Okoto, this would not even be possible.
And my five questions, Beep! That’s the easy button again. I am reusing Daina’s.
And Dead Pool is photo bombing me. I’m going try the glue trick to get rid of my frown lines. I’m one mean mama jama.
The mirror tells no tales … a spin on the poem the mirror tells no lies. I look into the mirror and I swear I see a teenager. Me at 19, when my life began. Well, the life B and I have cultivated. I am so freaking blessed y’all. I am so not worthy. I am truly grateful for being a part of something bigger than myself. Pinch me I must be dreaming.
I have worked for the same company for 33 years. I am only 7 :). Today I and 1199 of my cohorts with 26 to 39 years of service were honored at a wonderful luncheon.
Yep, you read that right. 1200 people who have a combined 45,000 years of service. Sit back and let that sink in. The average tenure in America is four years. Not many companies can lay claim to the fame of having such a loyal workforce.
The theme – Strength in Numbers! I felt like royalty. I caught up with a dear friend which was bonus points.
The visionary man in my feature photo is General McDermott. This was the breaking ground at the campus where the home-office now resides. It rivals with the Pentagon in terms of size. It has its own ZIP Code. When I first started there three of the buildings had not even been built yet.
Starting in 2019, the employees at the luncheon, will not have had the privilege of working for him. End of an era. Bittersweet and still we roll on.
So whenever I get down or frustrated or <fill in the blank> I need to remember this moment. Life is short and I will not take things for granted. I am appreciative more than these few words can tell.
As always, more to come.
At lunch, I took a walk to blow off steam. No … I was sad. I took a walk to shake the cobwebs from my soul. Today will forever be known as sad sack Monday. My fictional short will follow eventually.
Anyhoo, as I made my laps around the level 5 parking garage, I read a FB article. Walking and reading made me dizzy and that’s why I cannot remember the whole thing. That and my memory ain’t what it used to be.
The title was eight myths about breast cancer. The two myths I remember are:
- wearing antiperspirants causes breast cancer
- wearing a bra causes breast cancer
Oh and as I write this I remembered one more
- only people with a family history get breast cancer
I will elaborate on the first two. I quit wearing deodorant when Lisa Scottoline wrote that she did. That is also when I quit wearing a bra. Because Lisa Scottoline wrote she biked braless and that it was ok to do so! In a recently Modern Family episode, Claire went braless to a Steely Dan concert. Lol!
Now I know what you’re thinking? I sure do. You’re thinking, Hmmm … 🙂
If you know me in “real” life, you’re trying to remember the last time you saw me. And if you saw me recently, you’re trying to picture what I was wearing. While trying to remember what I was wearing, you try to determine if I was braless and stinky. Lol! No worries, I am only braless and stinky on the weekends. I jest … not really, kind of, maybe??!?
And this is no joke. Breast cancer is serious stuff. My mother had a mastectomy when I was in 2nd grade. I wrote about that experience here. It’s why I have had a regular mammogram more many years … a baseline at age 35 and annually since I was 40. I even spring the extra these days for the 3-D version. Stingy insurance was supposed to pay after that first year but not yet … .maybe not ever. Shame on you insurance company that shall remain nameless. I believe am worth the extra $75 dollars even if you don’t!
As always, more to come.
I may have mentioned that Spot hurt his paw the other day. And I spent time outdoors in the mud with my boy. He’s all better but when I go out this afternoon to feed them, Buddy is limping … same back paw, same limp. But nothing is wrong. That silly dog … he’s faking and trying to be like his brother. I think he just wanted attention.
Yes that’s an old picture. But it makes me happy to look at it. And I need to be happy right now.
At 8:40 a.m. CST, Monday October 16, 2017, I received a phone call that shook me to my core. If this call had occurred earlier on my road to turning over a new leaf, I would have completely lost it.
Today I practiced all the tips. Almost on autopilot too. I felt myself tear up but quickly regained a sense of calm. Crying is good but wouldn’t have changed anything. I can still feel empathy and utterly lost without a dramatic meltdown.
Man folks! Life sucks. Everyone has a story. This one will be turned into short fiction. I need to release the hounds.
As always more to come.
As I was walking across the parking lot earlier today, my mind was thinking. Like usual, never ending, thoughts racing. They play music you can hear inside the stores. Duh! But you can also hear the music outside on the sidewalks in front of the stores. I realized the same song was playing at Hallmark and Bed Bath and Beyond meaning the entire outdoor mall was on the same muzak loop. Sweet Mother of Pearl! And the lineup was killer. I guess not really muzak but rather Top 20 hits from today. Several times throughout my jaunt I sang out loud and I danced. Electric Slide you betcha.
I was happy. Content. My cell phone was pinging. My hero said my post was excellent. A real writer said that. And another dear soul used the adjective great! I get a rush from writing. I am carrying around my pen and paper now everywhere I go because I do not want to forget. Being out and about gave me tons of material. I was observing everything and taking in the scenery.
Lately I have started watching couples. Trying to figure out what makes relationships work. I have come to the conclusion that while looks may spark the initial interest, what keeps people together has to be much more than that. B and I have been married 33 years. We don’t fight. We used to but not in a very long time. We’ve been through some really rough sH!t and instead of breaking, we cleave unto each other. Why the hell did I say cleave? Is that even a word? Yes, Merriam Webster says:
adhere firmly and closely or loyally and unwaveringly
That about sums our relationship up. But we are ordinary. Popcorn. The other night we had microwave popcorn. The single serve bags. Why? Because they’re cute and we’re phat ;).
The conversation went something like this …
B: Even though we just bought it, this popcorn is stale
Me: Yes but only 100 calories so yay us!
B: I wonder if we could make popcorn the way we used to. Remember?
Me: How could I forget?
Memories galore. I can see myself reaching into the cabinet in the kitchen of our rent house for the skillet and lid. Hot oil. Kernels. Taking turns shaking the pan over the flame for what felt like hours until pop … pop … pop … PopPopPopPopPop !!!!! Then we’d pour real melted butter over it before finally adding salt. No one knew or cared what the calorie count was. It took time to make and that time spent together … priceless.
As always, more to come.