RIP
09/22/1935 - 07/03/2010
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Out of "One"derland
At least I think I am. I've been afraid to step on that scale. Not really in denial; I can tell by how my clothes are fitting. Another couple pounds and I won't be able to wear my last fitting pair of black jeans.
And I don't know if it is the weight, or all the emotions I'm experiencing lately (between my mother, my workaholic honey, my aging Westie, ever-present money worries and now - AND NOW, another set of good friends leaving the state (yes, Miss T - I'm talking about YOU), but I'm tired. Just tired. Every afternoon I feel like I need a nap. I haven't had that feeling since I've dropped all this weight - that feeling is a fat girl feeling. And I don't like it.
I am eating constantly, it seems. And I see the portions are getting bigger. Just a month ago, I couldn't finish half a Panera sandwich; I had to take one of the slices of bread off and still could only eat maybe two-thirds of it.
I just now finished a whole half. Without realizing that I forgot to take the top slice off.
I start off each and every single day with new resolve. It doesn't last much past mid-morning.
I really didn't think I'd become a statistic. Looks like I'm heading that way. I wonder if the good surgeon would consider redoing something in there. Although, I would just end up right back where I am now. I gotta fix whatever it is in my head that's causing me to selfdestruct myself.
Oh, bother.
And I don't know if it is the weight, or all the emotions I'm experiencing lately (between my mother, my workaholic honey, my aging Westie, ever-present money worries and now - AND NOW, another set of good friends leaving the state (yes, Miss T - I'm talking about YOU), but I'm tired. Just tired. Every afternoon I feel like I need a nap. I haven't had that feeling since I've dropped all this weight - that feeling is a fat girl feeling. And I don't like it.
I am eating constantly, it seems. And I see the portions are getting bigger. Just a month ago, I couldn't finish half a Panera sandwich; I had to take one of the slices of bread off and still could only eat maybe two-thirds of it.
I just now finished a whole half. Without realizing that I forgot to take the top slice off.
I start off each and every single day with new resolve. It doesn't last much past mid-morning.
I really didn't think I'd become a statistic. Looks like I'm heading that way. I wonder if the good surgeon would consider redoing something in there. Although, I would just end up right back where I am now. I gotta fix whatever it is in my head that's causing me to selfdestruct myself.
Oh, bother.
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Union Pulse
We had visitors Sunday night. Strangers. Now friends. From Milwaukee :)
Special K and I went to Milwaukee (K's hometown) last week for her nephew/godson's wedding. Friday, we go into Walgreens and the young man that helped us, overhearing that we're from Seattle, said he and his band would be playing in Seattle over the Memorial Day weekend; did we know any inexpensive places to stay? K and I looked at each other (don't you love how when you've been with someone for a while, you know what each other is thinking?), and told him we have a guest bedroom that they're more than welcome to bunk down in. He was very jazzed - we exchanged contact info and went our merry way.
Next day; day of the wedding - K and I decide to get our hair done and we go to Cloud 9 on Oakdale (highly recommended by K's sister and we agree!). Pat, our hairdresser, upon hearing where we're from, said "we have a local entertainer that's going to be in Seattle next weekend - you have to go see them." I asked if his name was James, and she was like, WOW - how did you know? Kismet, I think. She told us what nice boys they were and how she's seen them several times (she's a fledgling photographer and has shot their show several times when they play locally). Nice to get validation that they weren't serial killers :)
Being bad with pictures - got a bunch. Need to get them up. Been pretty much on the run, but no excuse, cuz I've had time.
Soon.
Special K and I went to Milwaukee (K's hometown) last week for her nephew/godson's wedding. Friday, we go into Walgreens and the young man that helped us, overhearing that we're from Seattle, said he and his band would be playing in Seattle over the Memorial Day weekend; did we know any inexpensive places to stay? K and I looked at each other (don't you love how when you've been with someone for a while, you know what each other is thinking?), and told him we have a guest bedroom that they're more than welcome to bunk down in. He was very jazzed - we exchanged contact info and went our merry way.
Next day; day of the wedding - K and I decide to get our hair done and we go to Cloud 9 on Oakdale (highly recommended by K's sister and we agree!). Pat, our hairdresser, upon hearing where we're from, said "we have a local entertainer that's going to be in Seattle next weekend - you have to go see them." I asked if his name was James, and she was like, WOW - how did you know? Kismet, I think. She told us what nice boys they were and how she's seen them several times (she's a fledgling photographer and has shot their show several times when they play locally). Nice to get validation that they weren't serial killers :)
Being bad with pictures - got a bunch. Need to get them up. Been pretty much on the run, but no excuse, cuz I've had time.
Soon.
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Mother's Day one more time :)
We enjoyed Mother's Day with my mom. What made it even more special is that we didn't think she would come this far. When everything came to a head last November, we were told we'd be lucky if she were still with us in three months.Consider us lucky!
And are we ever grateful! Yeah, she has her up days and her down days. She seems to need those blood transfusions more and more often. I could see from one weekend to the next how her strength gets zapped. But the good news is that she's more mobile - she's up and about, doing stuff. Big Bro Dude was telling me how she had berated her men for ruining her kitchen. Nothing was where it was supposed to be. Ornery as ever! But that's my Mum.
I know everyone pretty much thinks the same of their own mother (at least, I think they should), but here's to the very best mother ever. Tina.
Yeah, grateful for every day.
Monday, April 19, 2010
Blood from a stone
I'm not politically minded - I read the news and try to stay on top of stuff, but politics bores me (Special K loves it, but then she's a whole smarter than I am :) ). For those of you not in the state of WA, they've increased the cigarette tax. Again. We just did this last year. So I wrote a letter to our estemed governor:
My domestic partner and I both want to share with you our extreme displeasure with the latest cigarette tax increase. We have been very supportive of you and what you're trying to accomplish, but we cannot stay quiet on this. You've raised the cig tax. Again. We just did this last year. Again. How far can you punish an already unpopular part of the population? How high can you go? Another $10 per carton? Let's see; two cartons a week (one for each of us) = $20 x 4 = $80. A month. That's insane. X 12 is $960. A year. Almost one thousand dollars. For just a "little" tax increase.
Should we be smoking? That's our choice. Health-wise; no, we shouldn't. But that's not the issue here. We don't want to debate whether or not one should smoke. But if we chose to, we shouldn't have to pay so very much over and above what it costs to make the product.
There's only so much blood you can get from a stone. So OK; fine. I'll just drive once a month down to Oregon to buy my cigarettes for the month. Oh, wait - that's illegal, isn't it? Which I find very silly. Thought we lived in America - the land of free. I should be able to buy what I want, where I want. Government shouldn't be able to tell me I cannot shop in the state next door just because they then don't get the tax.
Well, get a clue! Could it possibly be that the tax is too freaking high?
We are both middle-aged, sedate, mature women, not prone to drama. We work, we come home, we enjoy our canine companion - very quiet life, with very few vices. That you can just wreak havoc and charge us more of what we don't have that much of to begin with is very painful and disruptive.
We love America. And we love the state of Washington. But you are making it very difficult to keep us interested in staying in Washington. One of the highest taxed states - you've got to start looking in better places for your budget dollars. And don't respond that you have. We're sorry. You have not. Not by a long shot. Too much wastage; too much being taken from necessary areas and not enough focus on areas that need cutting and haven't been touched.
Sincerely,
For the record, the "you" in this note refers to government - not you, personally, Governor.
Thank you for the opportunity to vent. Not that this will do one iota of good, but we had to let you know how very unhappy you've made us and how disruptive this is to our lives. And we are but just a couple. Imagine all the other lives to which you've done the same.
My domestic partner and I both want to share with you our extreme displeasure with the latest cigarette tax increase. We have been very supportive of you and what you're trying to accomplish, but we cannot stay quiet on this. You've raised the cig tax. Again. We just did this last year. Again. How far can you punish an already unpopular part of the population? How high can you go? Another $10 per carton? Let's see; two cartons a week (one for each of us) = $20 x 4 = $80. A month. That's insane. X 12 is $960. A year. Almost one thousand dollars. For just a "little" tax increase.
Should we be smoking? That's our choice. Health-wise; no, we shouldn't. But that's not the issue here. We don't want to debate whether or not one should smoke. But if we chose to, we shouldn't have to pay so very much over and above what it costs to make the product.
There's only so much blood you can get from a stone. So OK; fine. I'll just drive once a month down to Oregon to buy my cigarettes for the month. Oh, wait - that's illegal, isn't it? Which I find very silly. Thought we lived in America - the land of free. I should be able to buy what I want, where I want. Government shouldn't be able to tell me I cannot shop in the state next door just because they then don't get the tax.
Well, get a clue! Could it possibly be that the tax is too freaking high?
We are both middle-aged, sedate, mature women, not prone to drama. We work, we come home, we enjoy our canine companion - very quiet life, with very few vices. That you can just wreak havoc and charge us more of what we don't have that much of to begin with is very painful and disruptive.
We love America. And we love the state of Washington. But you are making it very difficult to keep us interested in staying in Washington. One of the highest taxed states - you've got to start looking in better places for your budget dollars. And don't respond that you have. We're sorry. You have not. Not by a long shot. Too much wastage; too much being taken from necessary areas and not enough focus on areas that need cutting and haven't been touched.
Sincerely,
For the record, the "you" in this note refers to government - not you, personally, Governor.
Thank you for the opportunity to vent. Not that this will do one iota of good, but we had to let you know how very unhappy you've made us and how disruptive this is to our lives. And we are but just a couple. Imagine all the other lives to which you've done the same.
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