Howdy Y’all!! You’re In For A Treat

… well now that I grabbed your attention, turn back fast or you’ll be sorely disappointed. The treat is for me getting some ferocious thoughts out of my head. This post will likely make no sense. There could be a snippet or two of clarity in the fog but basically this is me like a cotton headed ninny muggin. Truth be told the movie Elf annoys the ever loving crap out of me but then I did cry at the end. Sap that I am.

Okay, so here’s the deal. I am not my mother. Nope, she is she and I am me. I do not have to repeat her path. Genetics might tell me otherwise but genetics are also a wildcard. Example, one has a 1 in 4 chance to inherit whatever trait. Predisposition is not a guarantee. Only 25% likely, or 10% or 80%. Wildcard you see! I need to remember that! I’ve been in the insurance game my whole life. We deal in probabilities and statistics. What is the likelihood of X occurring and all that jazz.

The most comforting response came from Twitter where despite what one may think is not all that bad when you pick what you follow. I am out there anonymous baring my soul. A kind stranger wrote in reply to my angst: In your specific case, I would say that your mother’s experiences are separated from yours by time and experience. They aren’t a given. Was all it took one stranger to change my mind?

Well no. He corroborates what I know to be true. Years of patterns and statistics. Could this mean I escaped? Maybe? But what about my Lulu? I have subtly hinted at her issues, which are all resolved in this moment, yet always ready to rear their ugly heads again one day. Samesie for her right? Not a given. We can fight, fight, fight against biology. You rat bastard!!!!! Even if the effort is futile.

Segway to Charge of the Light Brigade. “Half a league, half a league, half a league onward,” I love that poem! Tennyson speaks to me. Yep, the queen comma drama has made her appearance with us today.

Okay, enough steam was let loose. I’m better. For now. Might pop off again later. Feels good folks to finally let the dam break and the chips fall where they may. RIP momma, you did the best you could.

As always, more to come.

Edit – The Big Reveal ~ 12/5/21

Mrs. Grinch has left the building. Pies are overrated. Lol. Or maybe we’ll still do both seeing as the crust is chilling. But for now, drum roll puhleese.

Rat-a-tat-tat. Rat-a-tat-tat.

Our tree! And more importantly our nativity. This is a teaser because the medium sized tree with lights & memory laden ornaments will be done by dusk. I have a few heirloom ornaments over 60 years old. ❤

2021 – The year we almost didn’t decorate

Now for a funny story posted to faux book but I should have posted here instead.

This happened yesterday (12/2/21).

Scene: Little girl with mom and baby sibling in a stroller passing by B in the grocery store.

Little girl: Mommy is that Santa Claus?

B just waved, said ”ho, ho, ho” and kept walking

He says he hopes she thought that he was Santa because of his beard not his belly 😂

Who knew lil Jilly was Mrs. Claus?!?

So, … We were inspired to decorate, though we still went minimal. Since we never truly know what tomorrow may bring, why the hell not?!?!? I even made my own ugly sweater for a Zoom work event later this week. And best of all the turntable is juiced up and ready to go. Glad to have three albums from St. MM Glee Club which can be played on a loop this year.

As always, more to come.

P.S. we did both 🤩

Tidbits ~ 11/27/21

Well it started Thursday when Lulu Belle rushed home from festivities with the boyfriend. She was ill. Physically but mentally made worse. Gripped in worry that she would somehow relapse on this annual anniversary, I did nothing but tender a glass on ginger ale. Zipped my lips and fretted. I had already purchased movie tickets but was prepared to cancel. We retreated to the safety of our cocoons to sleep it all away.

Friday was as if nothing happened. We went to our matinee of Ghostbusters the Afterlife. A cute little movie that I recommend. The Easter eggs and cameos made my day. I even cried but to be fair I cry easily. For Harold in the credits broke the dam.

We opted to skip popcorn with her unsettled tummy. Amazing really. Food addicts that we are. We rarely skip movie snacks. Which means that after the movie we were both peckish. Leftovers it was, to save taco day for today. We both picked at our lunch. Afterwards, I was down for the count. I’ll spare to gory details but let’s just say I did something I’d turn handstands to avoid doing. My turn for some ginger ale. Of course my crazy mind had me with breakthrough vid. Despite nausea not being a likely symptom. Apologies to anyone who truly had this virus. I don’t make light. I’m just certifiable.

But I guess sleep cures all evils. Two good nights in a row. Today is A-okay. When the other shoe will drop remains to be seen but ever at the ready. I’ve been in self care book mode. Realized today is my second to last vacation day. Aaaahh. Now that’s the stuff. Mental anguish begone. We’ve got no time for you.

As always more to come.

Tidbits ~ A Ramble Rant ~ 10/24/21

I wish my anxiety didn’t make me such a suspicious person but yesterday as I spent two hours online shopping for curbside pickup at three different grocery stores, I went a little cuckoo. Out of stock! Items we purchase weekly such as milk, bread, and eggs. Pantry staples, depleted. I ultimately ordered everything on the list for both us and the in laws but I’m not sure yet if we’ll actually get everything. Soon we’ll get the text of substitutions and unavailables. We had taken for granted that for the last six months or so everything we wanted was available. I, for one, got used to very limited, forgettable substitutes. I mean this is America folks, land of the plenty and she has been very, very good to me (movie line, if you can guess is virtual high five).

I had made a very quick grocery run Friday in and out only for baking supplies. Yesterday as I ordered, I noticed something else that was upsetting besides our lack of choice which really isn’t a big deal, champagne problems for sure. But did everyone else but me know that the prices are less in store? At least at our nameless local grocer. Not a lot but up to 50 cents per item cheaper. So when I easily have 40 items in my weekly curbside cart, that adds up. They used to charge a personal shopper fee but now instead they tell us the personal shopper fee is ‘free’ but then sneakily add on to the per item cost. I think I like the fee better. I know they have to make money. I know grocery stores run on the narrowest of margins. But everywhere I look these days, I feel taken advantage of from a monetary standpoint.

Take for example gas prices. We’re up to $2.83 a gallon, (don’t laugh, for us that is a lot and our wages are less so it is all relative) and while that’s nowhere near the $4 a gallon hike we saw once upon a time, the increase is still about 30 cents a gallon more than September. And as I filled up yesterday, there were about 1/2 the pumps with ‘out of service’ signs. This could mean poor timing on my part, a delay in delivery versus actual scarcity but I’m not in the know. And when I see people on social media sounding alarm bells, I jump on the anxiety bandwagon buying into conspiracy. Thank goodness I don’t have to drive much anymore but B does. Overall as a household though we’re still saving on fuel costs.

But taxes, don’t get me started on taxes. Of the property variety. Can I just say sticker shock when the invoice came this week. And we appealed our evaluation and WON! I’d hate to think what we’d be paying if we hadn’t appealed the value which will keep on increasing until we hit 65. Actually I think the value will continue to reflect the market but the tax part will freeze. If they still do that when we finally get there. I’m just grateful we no longer have a mortgage.

And finally there is the DISH versus Tegna feud over CBS. A channel that by all rights should be free. And yes, I know this problem isn’t one I should care about. We should say eff you to satellite TV. DISH charges us $12 a month for local stations. Yep, that’s wrong somehow but they have to pay Tegna. The cost was passed to the consumer. Now these corporations can’t agree on a price so CBS is blocked until such time that the standoff ends. In the meantime, DISH is sending us a digital antenna where we will get local for free. If we are pleased with the reception, we’ll call them to cancel the local reducing our bill by that $12 a month. Right now we keep paying $12 for NBC, ABC, FOX, and PBS. I really don’t understand who is screwing who here to even pick a side other than it is easier to stay with DISH. We’re talking about billions of dollars folks. Can you flipping believe that shit? All this noise while people are homeless and starving. Jesus weeps.

Tidbits ~ 9/25/21

I’m the luckiest girl in the world 🌍. A bit overcome by joy 🥲. My Pony is in Philadelphia for a two day concert. I’m so happy for him and his best friend. I joked about stowing away this whole time. I even took the day off work in solidarity 😂. But alas they took off Thursday night without me.

Today I got three photos – one cheesing for the camera with masks 😷 on for my benefit I’m sure, one of real Philly cheesesteaks, and one confirming they won a pint 🍺 playing video games. Priceless … all of it.

All my people are in good places right now. A year ago, that wasn’t the case. Savoring the moments like this one for however long it lasts. ❤️

As always more to come.

Egads!!!!! ~ 9/16/21

Dang, this is going to be a dervish. I went to physical therapy (PT) today. I’ve had pain for a while and blogged about it ad nauseum. Ad nauseum is another word I am over using much like my lil gecko from Geico flat tire commercial, Ugh! Make it stop!!!

Okay. Stop!

I went back to PT after undergoing a second series or battery (like in battering ram) of tests all showing negative. Muscular skeletal she said. PT will help. And from expereince it sure did. Gabe, I need you Gabe! But that was then and this is now.

I was nervous about being in a people-ly place. But I was also relieved by the protocol per their website. I felt good about the masks required and curtains between patients. I did everything online too because they want everything as contactless as possible.

The first thing that gave me pause was the location … in a strip mall. Yep I am the queen comma drama. Diva! My other place was part of a group medical office buildings. Not a neighbor to freaking Jimmy Johns. The receptionist was very nice but informs me they are not in network and my co pay is $25. Not $95 since I met my deductible. Hmmm. Why am I here? In-Network would be free. Plus when given a choice, even if I have to drive across town, I always choose in network. Do I want to pay now? Why the hell not!!

I was seen 15 minutes after my appointment which isn’t bad except my other place was a well oiled machine. And the only reason I was taken back 15 minutes late was so the guy (not my Gabe) could enter the notes from the patient who left right before me. Do the damn notes on your own time!

The assessment was right out in the open, they don’t use no stinkin curtains. The rat bastard liars. My old place took me into a private room. And while the guy (not my Gabe) wore a mask and wore it the right way, he was sniffling and coughing like crazy. Uh yea, I’m positive he gave me the Rona.

At least my mind is preparing me for that. I’m not making light. It’s anxiety! I even told B if I get sick to sue the place which you can’t but damn. I kept telling myself, he only has allergies, it has to be allergies, surely he would not ignore their own directions about staying away if you feel sick?!? It’s allergies became like a hum in my brain … my mantra. Forgive those who trespass against us …

I got a little bit of manipulation and three at home exercises, then I was almost done. As I was laying and/or lying there at the end, with heat (when I told them I prefer ice dammit), the patient next to me, a sweet Army vet easily in his 70s was moaning. He told the guy I had to force myself to come here today. He went on it hurts by my incision. But do what you gotta do. I’m not shy about telling ya to stop. During the process, I heard Christ this hurts!! I can’t take it, hold on! Broke my heart.

Twice a week for three weeks was recommended. But I skipped scheduling any follow-ups. Took the business card and said I would call. I won’t. Getting into my car was excruciating. That little manipulation caused new pain in different places. Lulu says maybe it is supposed to be that way. Worse before it gets better?? Guess I’ll never find out.

Back on the highway, lead footing it home, I detoured to QT for a DP icee. Don’t cha know. If I’m gonna lose my taste soon, I wanted one last hurrah. LOL. Funny? Or not funny? Kinda, sorta, maybe? Those mo-fo’s.

As always, more to come.

Tidbits – We’ve Been Bamboozled ~ 9/3/21

My nameless cellphone provider is at it again! Ugh!!! This problem is by definition of the champagne variety but we’re not discounting by degrees of severity today. If we did others would have me beat. I’m grateful for all my favors first. Nevertheless, a minor irritation is still an irritation.

I’ve complained about this before but here’s the backstory. Around Christmastime 2020 were splurged on three new phones. We did this specifically due to a special the provider was running. Plus it was a nice present for the people who have everything. Yep, see above, we be blessed.

We traded-in phones to get the 1/2 off. Yep! Half off. To good to be true. With all kinds of hooks and hoops to jump through. The discount is given back monthly for 30 months. No early payoff allowed.

This worked in two out of three cases. For the Samsung, we’re not getting our trade in credit. Which means every month since January, I get the bill, it’s wrong, I call, I’m told my issue is resolved, we’re very sorry, it won’t happen again. Groundhog day!

Yesterday was round eight trying to reach a resolution. I spoke to six different people. The insane loop was this – business dept. (1), connects me to personal consumer (2), personal consumer escalates to the trade-in vendor not even within their company (3) who transfers me back to business (4), who transfers me to the QA manager for U-Verse (5) mind you we are talking about cell phones not Internet/TV or whatever the hell U-Verse is!! then he got me back to a manager in personal consumer (6). Does your head hurt? Mine sure does!!!

By the time I got to #6, I was defeated. I had been getting more upset having to repeat my story (which should be documented and in the notes). Plus their automated system sucks. Press ‘1’ for whatever reason was not taking. I pressed ‘1’ multiple times but the message kept repeating. Then they try to sham you into accepting a call back. Promising I wouldn’t lose my place in line. I’m not fucking falling for that again. I tried that time before last and each call back was some robo bullshit placing me back in queue or worse hanging up on me. You effing called me back and you have the nerve to disconnect me!!!

Anyway, deep breathing helps y’all it sure does. And laughter. Because B and Lulu would give me these looks as I waited on hold or started talking to whichever yahoo was going to transfer me around. They inspired me to be snarkier since there is nothing more amusing than me in a tizzy. I tell ya what!

I finally got someone who helped me. I think. I was defeated by the time I got to her so I talked real nice with my southern twang to match the cadence of her own speech patterns. She found the error right off and reopened my closed case. The prior bastards had closed me out as resolved!!! By her calculations we are owed 8 months of installments toward the $700 total. This matched my own calculations. Enough to pay the bill next month probably.

She gave me her name, employee number, and direct extension for next month because she was still relying on another area to process the case she reopened. I should also get a text back in about 3 business days. Here’s hoping.

As always, more to come.

Tidbits ~ 8/6/21

Howdy folks! This week has been a prequel to retirement. Much different than a vacation. I’ve tried to stay to somewhat of a routine because I don’t want to develop bad habits. When I was younger, I was sure I could burn the candle at both ends and power to the weekend where miraculously I’d catch up on sleep. But that’s not how things work really. Sleep deprived is sleep deprived. And since the Rona, I have slept well. The whole idea of not having to commute to work lifted a stress. I do still have very infrequent bouts of can’t stay asleep but mostly, 11 pm to 7 am is my jam. This week the only difference is I wake up naturally without the blasting alarm.

Surprisingly, I’ve kept busy instead of being a couch potato. I’ve always said I can’t retire until I know I have something to do since the couch would beckon me and get me in its’ grips to never move again. I did enjoy some downtime yesterday but as a treat for cleaning my oven. Overdue and time consuming but worth it in the end. I even soaked the racks in the tub full of dishwater. That’s a life hack I just found. Made for night and day difference with no chemical smell. All this because I made lemon meringue pie from scratch and some of the meringue spilled over the side. Once I got to spot cleaning, I decided to do the whole oven. Something I’d never do if it wasn’t for the freedom of no schedule. Which is silly really since I have the same amount of time in the day that I always do.

And with that, I am off to make the most of this final day of vacay. See ya on the flip side. 10/4 good buddy.

As always, more to come.

Tidbits ~ 8/5/21

Starting with a P.S. because I’m a rule breaker. Heartfelt goodness. The same vibe. Only thing missing was the hugs 🤗 oh and cake! 😂 🎉🎉🎉🎉

I’m sitting here in a parking lot waiting to dial into a Zoom meeting to honor 39 years of service. It’s what has become of retirement gatherings. Thank you Covid. For nada. I’m a little saddened by this because not long ago, there’d be a shindig. You know a real hoedown. A high-faluting send off. Lots of laughter and happy tears plus lots of hugs. Now it’ll be 45 minutes on Zoom of I don’t know what 🤷. This type of gathering might be the wave of the future. And if I knew no different, I wouldn’t miss anything. But I do know different and even this introvert always loved the retirement stuff. It was like a reunion of sorts. I hope they still give the speech. The best part. If I’m not shattered, or even if I am, I’ll post an addendum.

As always more to come.

Tidbits ~ 8/3/21

Yesterday, MoMo went with me to Barnes & Noble. She chattered the whole way there. That’s always nice because small talk is not my thing. She fills the empty spaces which is fine by me. Though some of what comes out of her mouth … well … unfiltered nonsense. I got this bright idea for a new category (fastest way to kill the category is to actually add one) so I’m just “thinking out loud”. I already have a title The Mother-in-Law Chronicles. Pretty sure it’d only be funny to us but then again, I’m writing for me.

Today, I baked a lemon meringue pie from scratch. My meringue never peaked but I used it anyway. Sure hope it tastes okay. The lemon curd part that I was worried about was surprisingly easy. Guess I watched enough cooking shows to learn how not to scramble the eggs.

My baking kick has been fun. Ever since I dusted off grandma’s old pie crust recipe, I’ve been experimenting. Lately I have seen few memes asking what would you be if you had the job you wanted at age 12? Me? I wanted to be a baker. Maybe I’m trying to capture some of that now. In addition to harvesting tomatoes from the garden, this baking kick is giving me stress relief. Of course my LDL is 109 and B’s A1C reads as prediabetic. Maybe we should cut back? Not cut out mind you since everything in moderation, including moderation.

Now I’m off to harvest. Later than usual since I’m on vacay. Peace out.

As always, more to come.