A Day Off

2025-11-11T20:22:38-08:00November 11, 2025|Daily Life|

I get Veterans Day off. Yay! I decided to use it as a day of rest, or what is restful for me. I slept until nearly 9am, convincing the cats that I must be dead to have missed their breakfast. Most weekends I’m up by 7:30 so this horrendous delay nearly starved them to death. After assuring them I was alive and they would not starve, I got dressed and got ready to leave the house. As a rare treat I stopped for my favorite – Dutch Bros blended pumpkin with whip. They were out of pumpkin. It’s the middle of November, how could they be out of pumpkin? Armed with a blended mocha, which is still delicious, I motored across town to pick up my craft order. Crafts are restful to me. Followed by a trip to the grocery store to buy the items I can’t get from Walmart delivery. Winco is an old fashioned grocery store with a warehouse feel, bulk foods, a great produce department, but some really crappy store brands.

I was home again in just over an hour with my new craft supplies, a bag of mostly healthy food, and my slightly disappointing Dutch Bros. I spent a couple of hours making collage vintage-ish Christmas cards, watching Star Trek: Discovery, until my blood sugar dropped low. My blood sugar will be at least one post all by itself. I ate a healthy lunch of chicken salad with cranberries and almonds, and a small bowl of the biggest, sweetest blueberries I’ve had in years. After lunch, snuggled in my big chair with a couple cats and an old Western on the tube, I napped.

Feeling refreshed and hungry I decided to cook dinner. Yes, my friends, actually cook. Hey, if it has to be measured, mixed, and heated on a stove top, it’s cooking. I’ve been craving something new, something interesting, something cheap. In a stroke of genius I bought a box of Hamburger Helper (on sale). I can’t afford actual hamburger so I bought a bag of frozen fake hamburger, which is cheaper and will stretch further. Listening to my latest fictional serial-killer murder mystery audiobook I set out to cook. Trying to pull the little plastic ring thingy from the milk carton I spilled milk on the counter, the floor, me. I missed the cat this time. Cleaned that up and got the “hamburger” heating in the pan, added the water, milk, and dried noodle-like things. I nonchalauntly grabbed the paper pouch by the corner to shake it, ripping off the corner sending powdered flavor and goodness into the air. I dumped what was left into the pan, vacuumed up the rest, and gave it a good stir. A moment later I noticed the white powder covering the left arm and shoulder of my dark purple flannel shirt. Returning from the laundry I finished cooking my dinner. The flavor was a bit lacking, but it was edible, and there’s enough to take for lunch tomorrow.

No, the fake hamburger does not taste like the real stuff.

That’s my day off. Nothing earth-shattering, no profound realizations, or miraculous happenings. Just a couple of funny cats, some crafting, and sleep.

It’s the thought that counts

2025-11-11T19:22:48-08:00November 11, 2025|Posts from the Past|

Sunday, May 18, 2008

My parents always tried to teach us kids that it wasn’t the gift we received that was important but the thought behind it. I can’t speak for my siblings, but my reaction was “Hell yes, the gift is the important thing”.

I’ve decided I was wrong. It really is the thought that counts behind the gifts your loved ones give you. Now I know why my mother always treasured that stupid blue duck I made in second grade. Why I love the mug my best friend gave me 20 years ago. Why the little gifts from my boss mean so much. Why a card from my sister is absolutely the greatest. Because they all thought about me.

If you really want to know what changed my mind – just ask me. I’d love to tell you all about the mother’s day button.

Just get over it!

2025-11-11T19:22:36-08:00November 11, 2025|Posts from the Past|

Wednesday, May 14, 2008

Just get over it!

Has anyone ever made the comment to you to “Just get over it!”? Or “You need to change your attitude”? Or my personal favorite, “Just snap out of it”? Well, take it from me, when you’re depressed or battling low self-esteem, you can’t just get over it.

As a chronic sufferer of depression and low self-esteem, I started to think about the things I did to “snap out of it”. The first thing was to get professional help, a doctor who diagnosed me correctly, worked to find the right medication, and referred me to a psychologist. The next was to spend a lot of time with said psychologist. I do mean A LOT of time. Changing the way you view yourself is a daunting task, but not unattainable.

Once I turned at least some of my self-esteem to a positive view, I then began doing things that made me feel good. I know it sounds overly simple, but when you do things that make you feel good, that make you happy, it’s much more difficult to dislike yourself. When you do things that make yourself and others happy, the self-esteem meter really goes up.

I do things that make me feel good. I like making people laugh. I love my art. I work hard to make myself needed on the job, and at home. I collect fortune cookie proverbs. I take singing lessons. I wear clothes with patterns, color, and style appropriate for my size.

I’m not saying that my self-esteem is the best it can be, but it’s sure a heck of a lot better than it used to be. It took a lot of really hard work, and lots of help, to get it to where it is now. And that makes me happy, too.

World View Realizations

2025-10-23T21:12:26-07:00October 23, 2025|Family|

While mindlessly scrolling very recently I found myself sucked into the rabbit hole of cute baby videos. A nice departure from the usual cute cat videos. Funny dog videos. Funny wild animal videos. You can tell I spend my time broadening my horizons, delving deep into world events… Anyway, I had what I call a mini-epiphany. When we are born, we are the center of the universe. As children, we firmly believe the world revolves around us, and what we know as fact is all that exists. For the very young child its their home, their immediate family and pets. As we grow our universe begins to encompass our neighborhood and extended family members, then our school and after-school activities. In our teenage years we know the universe is bigger than what we can see and feel, but we haven’t experienced it yet. Then one day our universe actually expands to the greater, known universe, whether you believe in sci-fi or not. We understand what the stars actually mean, and the universe could actually be endless.

None of this is new to anyone, it’s something we’ve all thought about in one way or another; as teenagers fighting to break through the boundaries and as parents watching our children do the same. My revelation came when I realized that as we age, the children leave home, we retire from work, our universe starts to shrink. We know the universe is still there, but our focus seems to change, to narrow. When my mom hit her early 80’s her world again revolved around her. We passed through her universe, stopped for a visit, but then went back to our bigger lives. I remember being critical of an elderly acquaintance who would tell me something about their life, something very small like a meal or doctor’s appointment, then repeat the story later. Now I think that for some, who may not get around as easily as they used to, may have lost all of their own older generations, and start losing friends, their focus again gets smaller. It’s all a natural part of life. It may happen at different ages or in different degrees, but eventually it will happen.

As adults we are incredibly forgiving of little ones who are the center of the universe. We are often less forgiving of the teenager who can’t “see the bigger picture”. Parents mourn the loss of their child when they leave to become a part of the bigger universe, and we mourn when our parents’ universe shrinks because we know we may not have them much longer. Then our own universe begins to shrink just a bit.

I think my actual epiphany was that we need to be much more understanding of the older generations whose universe has reduced down to what they can see and feel and experience. It’s not bad, and isn’t intensional, it’s just normal.

Hmmm…apparently the translator doesn’t recognize paragraphs. Sorry about that.

Hace poco, navegando distraídamente por la web, me vi envuelto en una vorágine de videos de bebés adorables. Un cambio agradable con respecto a los típicos videos de gatos adorables. Videos graciosos de perros. Videos graciosos de animales salvajes. Se nota que dedico mi tiempo a ampliar mis horizontes, a profundizar en los acontecimientos mundiales… En fin, tuve lo que yo llamo una mini epifanía. Al nacer, somos el centro del universo. De niños, creemos firmemente que el mundo gira a nuestro alrededor y que lo que conocemos como un hecho es todo lo que existe. Para los niños pequeños, es su hogar, su familia inmediata y sus mascotas. A medida que crecemos, nuestro universo empieza a abarcar nuestro vecindario y a los miembros de nuestra familia extendida, luego la escuela y las actividades extraescolares. En la adolescencia, sabemos que el universo es más grande de lo que podemos ver y sentir, pero aún no lo hemos experimentado. Entonces, un día, nuestro universo se expande al universo más grande y conocido, creas o no en la ciencia ficción. Entendemos el verdadero significado de las estrellas, y el universo podría ser infinito. Nada de esto es nuevo para nadie; es algo en lo que todos hemos pensado de una forma u otra: como adolescentes que luchan por romper barreras y como padres que ven a sus hijos hacer lo mismo. Mi revelación llegó al darme cuenta de que, a medida que envejecemos, los hijos se van de casa, nos jubilamos y nuestro universo empieza a encogerse. Sabemos que el universo sigue ahí, pero nuestro enfoque parece cambiar, reducirse. Cuando mi madre llegó a los 80, su mundo volvió a girar en torno a ella. Recorrimos su universo, nos detuvimos para visitarla, pero luego volvimos a nuestras vidas más importantes. Recuerdo criticar a un conocido mayor que me contaba algo de su vida, algo muy pequeño como una comida o una cita con el médico, y luego repetía la historia más tarde. Ahora creo que para algunos, que quizá no se desenvuelvan tan fácilmente como antes, que hayan perdido a todas sus generaciones mayores y empiecen a perder amigos, su enfoque vuelve a reducirse. Es parte natural de la vida. Puede ocurrir a diferentes edades o en diferentes grados, pero con el tiempo ocurrirá. Como adultos, somos increíblemente comprensivos con los pequeños, que son el centro del universo. A menudo, somos menos comprensivos con el adolescente que no puede “ver el panorama general”. Los padres lloran la pérdida de su hijo cuando se va para formar parte de un universo más amplio, y nosotros lloramos cuando el universo de nuestros padres se encoge porque sabemos que tal vez no los tengamos por mucho más tiempo. Entonces, nuestro propio universo comienza a encogerse un poco.

Creo que mi verdadera revelación fue que debemos ser mucho más comprensivos con las generaciones mayores, cuyo universo se ha reducido a lo que pueden ver, sentir y experimentar. No está mal, no es intencional, es simplemente normal.

The Selfish Mother

2025-10-23T20:22:49-07:00October 23, 2025|Posts from the Past|

Reposting from my original blog. Wow, that was a long time ago!

Saturday, May 10, 2008

This is the story of a selfish mother. No, she isn’t one of those Hallmark card moms, who darned your socks or made chicken soup for your colds. Those are the cards she sent to her own mom. She thanked her mom for being selfless, for her devotion to her family, for all the years of love. But they were hollow words. Words she spoke because it was required every May.

Then 14 years ago everything changed. She was no longer just a daughter, or even a mother-to-be. She was Mom. And she realized that being a mom isn’t selfless — it’s the most selfish thing she’d ever done. To be a mom is to know the joy of hearing a little voice say “Mommy” for the first time. Being a mom is to find your heart overflowing with pride when your baby takes their first step, sings their first song, or wins their first race.

How can a mom be described as selfless, when everything she does for her child makes her feel so incredible? There is no feeling anywhere that can compare with the feeling inside when your baby falls asleep in your arms. There is no feeling as intense as the joy you feel when your child unwraps their Christmas gifts. Nothing can ever compare to being a mother.

Perhaps that is why I rarely ask for anything on Mother’s Day. I was given the greatest gift of all — 14 years ago.

Prompts

2025-10-23T20:23:07-07:00October 12, 2025|Family|

A phone call today with my son and his wife prompted me to start blogging again. They randomly found an old blog of mine on blogspot or something similar and thought it was awesome. They encouraged me to start blogging again, so I thought I’d give it a shot. The only problem is that I don’t actually know how to add a blog to my website. Guess this will be a learning experience! Or I’ll find the old one and start it up again.

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