Wal-Mart Greeter

A friend of mine shared this story with me and I just couldn’t resist sharing it here.

Charlie, a new retiree-greeter at Wal-Mart, just couldn’t seem to get to work on time.

Every day he was 5, 10, even 15 minutes late.  But he was a good worker, really tidy, clean-shaven, sharp-minded and a real credit to the company and obviously demonstrating their “Older Person Friendly” policies.  One day the boss called him into the office for a talk.  “Charlie, I have to tell you, I like your work ethic, you do a bang-up job, but your being late so often is quite bothersome.”

“Yes, I know boss, and I am working on it.”

“Well, good, you are a team player.  That’s what I like to hear.  It’s odd though, your coming in late.  I know you’re retired from the Armed Forces.  What did they say if you came in late there?”

“They said, Good Morning, Admiral, can I get you coffee, sir?”

🙂

How I spent my Thanksgiving – Part 2

This is the second part to yesterday’s post.

While they were gone I experienced a rare event in my life.

Quiet.

That’s right it was totally and completely quiet.  I was in the house alone for the first time in…  I have no idea how long.  The quiet was kinda nice actually.  Not at all something I would want to experience on a daily basis, but as it was – a rare and fleeting moment of only a few hours – it was pretty nice.

Now what to do with myself?

I honestly had no idea.  Sure I could have used the time wisely to write something on my blog without the typical 5,001 interruptions.  But what’s the fun in that?  LOL  Plus I just wasn’t in the mood to write, nor did I feel like typing. I finally decided that since I didn’t feel very well, and was still running a bit of a fever from the lovely little bug I seem to have picked up at the wonderful doctor’s appointment I spoke of in my previous post, that I would go back upstairs.  As I headed up the steps I tripped on my own pants.  Yep, I’m oh so very graceful.  But I managed to catch myself before breaking any more bones, so I get bonus points for that.  😉

I flipped on the TV again, knowing I would be disappointed.  I’m just not really a fan of watching television.  But… my hands hurt too bad to hold something to read, and I didn’t really feel like doing anything else.  Dr. Oz was on.  I think I’ve seen his show maybe twice before. This show was about the Top 5 something or other, the gist of which was the Top 5 important numbers to know to avoid serious health problems.  Or something like that.  I wasn’t really interested but…  didn’t want to push the buttons on the remote either.  So I was stuck watching it.  I was pleasantly surprised.  Despite the doctor I saw earlier in the week (see previous post) that seemed to be trying to make me accept a doom and gloom future, I only had ONE problematic issue of all 5.  That’s right folks.  ONE.   I was pleasantly surprised.

I forget the order he had them in, but they were having your blood sugar under a certain level, weight under a certain level, blood pressure below a certain number, waist measurement below 35 inches, and cholesterol.  And cholesterol was the only one of the five that I couldn’t say I didn’t have a problem with.  So I thought that was pretty good.  Even though my cholesterol is still high, it’s less than half what it was before my 101 lb weight loss.  And I suspect it will always run high without medication.  My father is super fit, slender, athletic, eats great, gets tons of physical exercise and has high cholesterol.  His mother was the same way.  So I think I’m probably genetically predisposed to have problems with it, to a certain extent.

So riding on my high from watching the last 20 minutes of Dr. Oz, I left the TV on for Ellen.  Ellen was funny as usual.  And she had a segment that made me laugh out loud.  A segment (modeled after the popular book and now TV show, Shit My Dad Says)  called “Sh&! my Mama says”.  And it was clips of Ellen’s real mom saying funny things. The one that had me laughing out loud was when she said she wanted to congratulate the new judges on American Idol.  “So Congratulations to Jennifer Lopez and that skinny pirate.”

(For those of you that are slow, or not keeping up on your useless entertainment news, that skinny pirate = Steven Tyler from Aerosmith.    LOL!!!)

BTW did anyone from my generation ever foresee a future where Dee Snider’s songs hocked products on advertisements, and Steven Tyler was a judge on a non-cable TV show?

But back to the topic of my super exciting day…  after the skit with her Mama ended I decided I couldn’t sit still any longer and wandered back downstairs.

I ended up doing some dishes, then going to do a light load of laundry that I could move by myself.   At that point was when I saw THE CRACK.

That’s right folks, the inside drum of my BRAND NEW dryer is cracked in two places.  The only upside to this is that it’s under warranty – or it darn well better be.  But what a pain in the butt to have to deal with!  Yet, annoyances like this seem to be the norm in my life.  So put that down on the list of hateful chores I need to attend to:  Call about dryer warranty.

After all that excitement my kids played outside in the sun, in t-shirts and pants.  On THANKSGIVING.  Awesome.  It was in the 70’s.  It sure isn’t warm now as I write this.  A cold front blowed its way in here.  But Thanksgiving was nice and warm.  Had I realized it was in the 70’s earlier in the day I would have attempted to spend more time outside.  I did get a little bit of time outside though.  Then my husband and I started to drag the kids in one by one for baths.

After bath time, we all settled onto my bed for a while to talk before everyone went off to their own beds.  That was when I realized that with the day being a little different than usual, we had almost forgotten our Thanksgiving family tradition.  Typically we do this around the table.  But this year we did it at the end of the day, piled in the bed.

I get some paper and we all take turns saying things that we are thankful for one at a time.  And we go around and around until each person has at least 10 things or more on their list.  Then I keep the lists as keepsakes.  Can I just say how much I LOVE this!!  It’s great for all of us to stop and do this.  It is so fun to look back on older lists.  And it is great to hear what the kids come up with.

Here’s a sample from my 6-year-old daughter’s list:

#5. I am thankful for having a mom and dad and not being in a kid’s shop.

When we all started laughing, she said, “YOU KNOW, where they adopt babies!”

Then we laughed some more.

Oh and just so you know, you all made my list too:

# 14.  I am thankful for the people who visit my blogs.

🙂

How I spent my Thanksgiving – Part 1

This post ran long, so I turned it into two posts.  Part Two will be posted tomorrow.

My Thanksgiving didn’t go exactly like I might have planned.  Of course things typically don’t.  LOL   I hope you all had a wonderful Thanksgiving.  Here’s how mine went….

I was supposed to be spending the day wearing a heart monitor.  The scheduling for that fell through, so that ended up not happening.

At the start of the day I woke up, everyone else was still sleeping peacefully and I was tired.  So I thought, what the heck, I’m going back to bed.  🙂

The next time I woke up I could barely move.  I was stiff all over and extremely so, in my hands and feet.  It was clearly going to be a slow-to-rise sort of day.  How I managed to get that stiff in the short period of time since I was up before (maybe an hour?), I have no idea.

My husband gave me the TV remote and said, “Here sit tight for a while till you can move around better.”  We don’t have cable, but we do watch DVDs and get a small handful of free channels.  When my husband tossed me the remote the channel had landed on a big famous dog show.  I doubted there was anything else on I wanted to see, so I didn’t bother to go through the pain of picking it up and trying to push buttons.  Which would have been hard at that moment.

I love dogs, but I’m not particularly a fan of dog shows.  I am most happy when the dogs do something totally unpredictable and lovably dog-like.  My personal favorite event of such a type, was when a dog stopped mid-rounds and took a big poop during it’s showing at Westminster.

So I watched, hoping for another big poop.  Or something fun of the sort.  (Yes this is the life of excitement that I lead.)

While waiting, hopeful for another big poop, I played my favorite TV dog show game.  A silly little game that I created.  “What?” you ask.  You created a game to be played during dog shows?  Why yes.  Yes I did.  It’s called, Name That Dog Breed.

In Name That Dog Breed, the purpose of the game is to look at each dog and guess what the animal shelter would write on its tag, were it to end up there.  I know, that might sound a little morbid, but trust me I don’t mean it in a morbid way at all.  I just get a kick out of the ridiculous way that animal shelters guess breeds.  I think they only know about 5 to 10 breeds and everything they see is either one of those or a mix of some of those.

Here’s how it works.  You, and whomever you are watching with, guess what the animal shelter would name each breed as the breed’s chosen representative makes its rounds.  Whomever comes up with the best guess, wins.

I’ll give you an example:

The Icelandic Sheepdog

=

husky/shepherd mix.

🙂

What can I say, I’m easily amused.  So I did that for a while.  And around the time my joints and muscles started to loosen up a bit, I started getting fidgety and got up.  Later I saw the kids and my husband off to go have Thanksgiving dinner with my parents.  I wasn’t able to go.  But I hear that they all had a lovely time and stuffed themselves on my mother’s delicious cooking.  And from what I hear, our baby (now 16 months old) had a great time after her meal, filling her tummy on my Mother’s homemade blueberry pie.  Which was a first for her.
Apparently she thought it was THE greatest food ever.  🙂

While they were gone I experienced a rare event in my life…..

Tomorrow I will post Part 2 of this riveting post. 😉

On Giving Up

This past week has been typical in my life, in that there were lots of ups and downs.  Health wise, I’ve seen some minor improvements, some set backs, and a lot more physical pain.  I don’t really care to get into great detail. I’m not really in the mood to talk about the details with anyone.

But I just want to say that if you are facing difficult times, you shouldn’t let anyone drag you down.  Especially not a doctor, who is supposed to be there to help you.  If you have no other medical options, then you may have to tolerate the person to the best of your ability. But try your best not to let them stress you out or make you feel defeated.

This past week I said to a doctor, “I just want to get better.”   To which she replied…

by LAUGHING IN MY FACE.

That’s right.  She laughed in my face as if the idea of me thinking I might possibly get better, was so stupid as to be amusing.

After this lovely and oh-so-enjoyable appointment, I got into the car with my husband kinda shell-shocked, and came home.  I bitched a little, I had a bit of a cry, and then I moved on.

Because I have three little people who count on me.  And parents that don’t deserve to have to bury another child. Those are the things that keep me going on my darkest days.  And I am not going down without a fight – no matter what some doctor says.

I am not in denial.  It would be really hard to be in denial, given my symptoms and the things that I face every single day.  But that doesn’t mean I should pretend there is no hope.  Even if everything they are saying is 100% true, it is not totally hopeless.

The idea of my children growing up without me, terrifies me.  I pray every day that does not happen.  But if it ever does, I want them to be able to say, “My mother loved us enough to fight every single day.  My mother never gave up on being with us for as long as possible.

I don’t have control over as many things as I would like these days.  But I do have control over that.

The way I see things, God made me hard-headed and stubborn for good reasons. It’s gotten me through many things in life, and it continues to aid me to this day.

I will not accept defeat.  And if I do loose, I will go down swinging.

Thankful Journal

Since it is the time of year that we often spend thinking about the issue of thankfulness, I thought this might be a good time to write an article I’ve had in my head for a while.  It is just something that I do, that I thought others might like to do as well.

For years I have kept what I call my “Thankful Journal”.  I get a small, narrow journal and in the front of it I write…

Today I am Thankful for…

Then on the rest of the pages I place the date, then I finish the rest of that sentence.  Skip a space, then repeat on the next day.  So the journal lasts for a very long time.  Here’s an example from my own Thankful Journal:

11-14-10
a fun telephone conversation with an old friend.

See how simple that is? I try to pick it up every day and write at least one thing every day.  It is not a “journal” in the long drawn out form.  It is literally just the last half of a sentence every day.  It doesn’t have to be something big, it can be any thing.  And sometimes I forget for a day or two.  I try not to, but it happens.  And I don’t stress about it. It’s not a chore, it’s a Thankful Journal.   😉

If your budget allows, I recommend getting a pretty little journal that looks like the keepsake that it is.  If your budget does not allow, you can use anything, a notebook, anything.  Just keep it separate from other journaling, etc. so that the focus remains clear.

In the past I used some lovely journals by Paperblanks.  But my latex sensitivity will no longer tolerate the odor of the adhesive in their binding.  I then went on the search for something affordable, and latex-free, that was slightly nicer than a plain wire notebook.  I found these:  (I apologize in advance for the not-so-great image quality.)

M brand by Staples Journals

They are a Staples brand. I have never seen them on their website, only in stores. They are currently $3.99 for a 3 pack.  Which works out to $1.33 each. Which isn’t bad at all for how long they last, when writing just a short half of a sentence each day.

Each 6 x 4 inch mini journal has 80 narrow ruled pages. Several days worth typically fits on each page, so one 3 pack could easily last you 3 years.

3 cover styles per pack

While not quite as fancy or durable as my former, hard-bound Paperblanks journals, these are nice and are bound in a way that does not give me asthma attacks – which is a necessity for me.

My point is, even with limitations physical or financial, most can find some nice little book in which to keep a Thankful Journal.

Another option would be to keep a private blog.  But for something like this, I prefer a journal, something physical I can hold and look at, and have with me anywhere at any time.

I find it to be a simple, yet worthwhile activity.  It makes me consciously stop and make an effort to be thankful each and every day.  And on low days (and we all have those), you can not only find one simple thing to be thankful for, but you can open up your Thankful Journal and read back over it.  And you will be reminded of all of the wonderful blessings in your life.

Pre-printed love notes from Mom?

A few days ago I was in a bookstore with my husband and I saw this.

What is this, you say?

Well as far as I could tell, it was a booklet of pre-printed tear out notes of love, encouragement, etc. “from Mom”.

Complete with suggestions to stick them in in your children’s lunch boxes, backpacks, etc.

I recall first seeing a booklet of these a couple of years ago and being kind of shocked at the time.

But this week I noticed that there were more of these types of booklets, and in various styles, etc.  So does that mean these things have caught on and are actually selling?

Have we really became a society so detached from our children that we need pre-printed, perforated love notes from Mom?

If you want to leave your child a note, does it really take too much time to write that short sentence in your own handwriting, and I dunno… actually sign it?

Facebook Adds Hide This Post Option

If you read my previous post about Politics on Facebook, you may remember my final line in the post:
“Perhaps the best option would be a “hide this post” option, without hiding the person’s entire feed.  So that at least when you read it once, you didn’t have to see it again.”

I actually sent that suggestion to Facebook.  I’m sure other people have as well.  But I was pleasantly surprised to notice something new today.  I got online this morning to be greeted with yet another onslaught of political ranting from a person that I care about dearly, but tire of seeing their constant political posts.  Today I decided I’d had enough, I was just going to have to “Hide” the posts from that person.  I hated to do that, as I don’t want to miss that person’s status updates that are actually about them, and not politics.  But I’d had enough, and I was going to add this person to the short list of folks on my friend’s list of whom I have hidden their feed.  (Which means it doesn’t come into my feed, and I only see it if I visit their page.)

When I hovered in that right corner for the “x” box menu to pop up, I saw this:

Can I tell you how excited I was to see this????  At least now I only have to see these posts once.  Then I can hide that post only, and still not miss out on the rest of the person’s updates.  It’s not a perfect fix.  But I like it.  That way it isn’t hanging around on my feed page all day long.  And I don’t have to hide everything they post, or unfriend someone that I want to keep on my friend’s list.  (I blacked out the name, because I chose a random person’s post to take a screen shot of, to show you what it looks like.)

I encourage all of you to go forth and de-stress your Facebook feed page whenever you need to.

🙂