Monday, September 26, 2016

TEN!

I've been a political news junkie for a long time and I've always found the presidential races to be most interesting and even exciting at times.  But this time around it is at a 10, a TEN I tell you ... on the political stress-o-meter.  EGADS!   All the dishonesty and corruption with any lack of accountability has been getting to me.

Big time.

I've been turning the news on and off all day today because it is just so tense feeling.

Anyway ...it is about to begin.

Truly, may the best man win.

And I do mean man.

Yes ...you can count me in as one of the adorable deplorables.  :)

Thursday, September 15, 2016

Oh M-U-R-P-H-Y-Y-Y-Y ...YOU!

 Photo composition of small boat floating over the ocean with a piano and stool falling off the sky. There is the legend: "Murphy's Law" "If it can go Wrong, it will !"
 
It can always be worse.  :)

It's been awhile since Murphy has taunted me with a visit.  You know who I mean.  "If anything can go wrong, it will go wrong."  That Murphy.  And I am not the least bit superstitious.  I love totally black cats and had one.  I purposely step on cracks and have intentionally walked under ladders.  Doesn't everyone?  No knocking on wood for me - thank you very much.  No throwing salt ...somewhere.  I broke my mirror last week, frustrating, but no alarm there.  A friend of mine always knocked or tried to knock on wood when she was afraid she'd jinx something.  That always amused me because I know she had a strong faith in God.  Sooo ...isn't God greater than any silly superstition?  Just asking?  or astrology for that matter?

But I digress.  :)

Back to Murphy and his visit today.

My car has badly needed a good washing for a month, at least.  I didn't take it to get washed because it was one of the things I wanted to do with the wee ones.  They always help with simple chores, but this summer I decided to give them additional, larger chores that they would need my assistance with.  And because the work was more involved, I was paying them.  I gave them both their own jar and then they could watch the money they earned fill the jars. Washing a car on a hot day is fun, but we never did get to it. 

So I finally decided to go to the car wash today.  "Wash, wax and rims, please."  It looked great!

The sun was out, shining brightly, as I walked into the store.  I wasn't inside 10 minutes when I looked outside only to see it had gotten cloudy, with a major downpour of cats and dogs ...kind of rain coming down, hard and fast.  The kind of rainstorm that would've cleaned the car.  Okay ...well it wouldn't wax or make the rims sparkle.

So, I commented to the clerk that Murphy was back again and explained why.  The humor of it didn't get past me but it must've really irked me because I mentioned it to two other people before I left.


Oh well ...DOUBLE WASH!!!  :) 

Saturday, August 27, 2016

Giggled Myself to Sleep :)

Last night, little 7 yr old W. stayed overnight for some Mum mum and W time.  In the wee hours of the morning I heard her fall out of bed.  She is a very restless sleeper, with her legs often kicking and it is not uncommon for her to fall onto the floor, especially if she is sleeping on the sofa.  And it is next to impossible to keep blankets on her.

Ha!  I let her sleep with me one night when she was 3 and through out the night she would seem to be running in her sleep ...on my side and I had to keep straightening her out.  Needless to say I did not sleep much that night.  :)

Anyway, I heard her get back into bed.  I turned the computer off and went to check on her.  I was still acclimating from bright computer screen to very low light where she was sleeping. I lovingly placed the small, soft light blanket on her and then because the fan was on, I also added the Dalmatian blanket over the 1st one.

I wanted to gently stroke her face but it must've tickled her because she got a little fussy.  So I decided to pat her head ...except instead, my hand landed on a satin material.  Momentarily perplexed, I felt her again and realized that when she got back into bed she put her feet and her backside onto her pillow.

So then ...I not only lovingly covered her face with one blanket, but two blankets.  Oh no!  So I pulled them back off and got her head back onto the pillow, recovered her and then gently caressed her little face, followed with a kiss to her head.

But then I couldn't leave the room fast enough because I was going to laugh out loud.

Talk about smothering a child with love!

I woke Mr SeaSpray up just so I could tell him.  He didn't seem to appreciate that so much.  He mumbled something about being tired.  Go figure.  :)

THANKFULLY I didn't leave her with two blankets completely covering her face and then some.

Obviously she was alright, thus I couldn't help intermittently giggling about it, with heaving shoulders,  until I fell asleep.   Okay ...just the image of me carefully covering her face and all, while gently tucking the blankets over what I thought were her shoulders and just below her face.  :) :) :)

Tuesday, August 16, 2016

Oh ...the IRONY


     

This would be hilarious ...like Saturday Night Live kind of hilarious ...if it wasn't so ALARMING.    Seriously - HE (the VICE PRESIDENT of the United States) POINTS OUT the guy and TELLS THE CROWD and the WORLD that THE GUY with OUR NUCLEAR CODES IS ALWAYS WITH HIM.  Gee, I wonder what the news agencies would do if Trump revealed this NUCLEAR CODE guy information to the world?  TV's everywhere would would burst into flames due to the extreme 24/7 overload at the shock and horror of it all.  Oh and his candidacy would be history.

WOW.  Just ...WOW.

Friday, August 12, 2016

OOPS! and Other Thoughts

 For a change I got totally engrossed in actually writing a blog post  ...so much so, that I totally forgot to remove my green commando looking "beauty" mud mask from my face.  It should only be on for about 10 - 15 minutes.  Egads!  I really hope that I don't wake up looking like one big zit for a face.  A-n-d ...after 2 hours of writing ...I once again have changed my mind about posting any of it.  What is wrong with me that I am not following through with posting anything I write?

I think one problem is that I feel guilty or something, for writing about my stuff when so many serious things are going on in the world.  The news is just awful for so many reasons - seemingly everywhere.  I guess I feel that anything I write is superficial by comparison.  And I don't think anyone is interested in anything I have to write about anyway.  And also ...I begin my day with a cup of coffee and reading the Drudge Report.  But when I began blogging, I used to go right to blogging.  But now I read drudge and then I listen to streaming political radio and or podcasts from alternate news sources because you get so much more info vs TV news, for the most part, anyway.  And I feel like the the news, with so much disturbing information, just sucks the joie de vivre right out of me.  Hence ...goodbye creativity.  Hello seemingly permanent, distracting undercurrent of anxiety over things I have no control over.  Well ...something like that, anyway.

But maybe I am overthinking this.  Maybe I shouldn't care what others think.  I used to say that I was writing for myself and I was. But I also very much enjoyed the camaraderie with some nice fellow bloggers.  It really helped me through some tough times.  Writing was not only fun but also cathartic.  And I have always felt compelled to write something ...on napkins, in notebooks or sheets of paper.  I've heard it said that if you think about writing then you are a writer.  Now I don't know if that is true but it has always been a passion within me.  And it would come out in different ways over the years.  But when I discovered blogging ... well I just thought it was the best hobby ever.  :)

Thursday, July 7, 2016

I'm Still Laughing :)

 shocked cat

Gee Whiz!  There's nothing like giving your son's girlfriend a great second impression of yourself.  Thankfully, I have a good sense of humor.  :)

So ...what happened you ask?

This past Sunday, as I walked out of the bedroom to go into the bathroom, I was thinking about the next day's barbecue and pondering whether I should shop or clean first.  I was in my nightgown, not wearing any makeup and my hair wasn't even brushed yet.  No one was home when I had gotten my first cup of coffee and I didn't know that anyone had come in since then.

But as I was about to turn into the bathroom I happened to casually look up ...which is when I saw her standing there and looking at me.  It didn't really register that it was her but just that someone was standing there when I didn't expect it ...which scared me.

 So in a lightening fast, startled response, I simultaneously jumped and screamed ...loudly.  I scared her so much that she jumped and screamed too.  I still laugh about it every time I think about it.  It was embarrassing but I am sharing this little story because humor trumps embarrassment.  :)

Fortunately, son told me she was laughing about it even after they left.  :)

Thursday, June 23, 2016

NOT AGAIN!!! ???

Okay ...I admit it ...I am obsessing a bit ...okay ...a fair amount ...more than I want to.  Heck, I don't want to obsess at all but is it even possible?  Well sure it is possible.  But is it likely?  I mean seriously ...WHAT are the odds that it would happen THREE times?  I am going to ignore it.  I am.  But I have to vent.  I am not going to the ER.  I am not.  I don't even have time to do that.  So I will not.  No ...instead I will obsessively check it.  Because we all know that obsessively checking will make it not so.  Right?  Of course the other two times I didn't go right away either.  But this time I guess I just feel like ...seriously ...how likely is it that I could have been bitten by a bat ...again?

This wasn't even on my radar - no pun intended.  I am talking about bats and bat bites.  I am used to them always flying around here at dusk and so I don't even think about them and I garden until about that time or a bit later.  Tonight I stayed out a longer because I was trying to finish a project.  I really haven't even thought about bats in a long time.  But when I came in to get washed up tonight, I noticed the two little perfectly symmetrical puncture marks and and then a little scratch a few inches from that.  I wasn't gardening in anything sharp or in anything.  I hung a plant off a very full tree and I planted flowers near other taller plants.  I think I leaned over a full vine plant but I didn't touch it.  And I never noticed anything fluttering near me.

I had the first rabies series in October, 1999 and with the second bat bite I got booster vaccines in July, 2014.  I wrote posts about it all in 2014.  So, I am not going to rehash that all over again.  I am going to sign off now, and look at the puncture holes with the magnifying glass.  Maybe I will take a picture again.  But I am not going to obsess.  Just saying.  ;)

Why do these darn punctures have to be so perfectly symmetrical ...like fangs?

That was a rhetorical question.

Sort of.

Besides ...since I had the rabies series and then boosters the second time, in 2014 ...I would think I am covered ...like bat proof or something.  Yeah ...I'm going with that.  Bat proof.

Thursday, June 2, 2016

Unexpected Scream - Timing Delay Good Thing?



A couple of days ago, My little grandson and I were heading down to Pelican Pools to buy a container of their liquid shock.  Just before I made the turn to the highway taking me down that way, I remembered that I was supposed to bring my insurance card back in to the urology office so they could verify that it has the same billing info as it did last summer.  So I decided to stop at the office first.  That taken care of, we then proceeded on down to the store.  Except that I wasn't on the highway very long when something big and black flew right at me after the utility vehicle in the fast lane hit it first.

There wasn't any time to do anything.  So I screamed.  Loudly!  Scared my grandson too.  It all happened so fast ...like split second kind of fast and without any warning because it was hidden by the utility vehicle in front of me at about 11 o'clock.  Then it flew right at the front of my car with a huge thud and then banged around under my car before flying off to the side of the road.  I kept the wheel steady while simultaneously screaming ..well one big shocked scream.  Then I immediately wondered if there was any car damage - the important kind of damage that would disable it.  I was concerned that perhaps something holding fluids could've been damaged.  I wondered if I should pull over to check or stop at the next gas station or should I just go back home and let our mechanic take a look at it.

But ...I really wanted that pool shock and thought that it was just thick rubber.  Oh ...yeah ...apparently the wheel had blown off of a tractor trailer.  It seemed close to the original size except that it was severed in one spot, thus floppy - maybe safer to hit.  ?  It was YUGE though.  So, I decided to keep going but was checking for a stream of fluid that could be leaking from my car.  All was well.  I looked when we got out and it seems my license plate was a little damaged.

On the way home on that same highway,  I remembered that accidents are sometimes caused if those large tires blow out when a car is right next to them.  I cannot stand to ride parallel with those trucks or to be behind them because I do feel concerned about that and so I usually speed up and pass, just to get away from them.  Mindful of course that I am still riding next to them while trying to pass.  Anyway,  I couldn't help but wonder ...what if?   What if we had just gone straight onto the highway without our detour to the urology office ...would we have been right in the path of the blowout?  Would I have been up to regular speed and in the fast lane?   Could we have been hurt?

Just something I pondered.  I think we would all be surprised if we knew all the times that we were spared from something bad happening to us or others we know.  And while I don't pretend to know why bad things do happen to people, or why they don't ...I do believe that there are definite times we have been protected by angels sent by God.  And they work in all kinds of ways.  But that is for another post.  :)

I am just very glad for that timing delay.  :)

Saturday, May 28, 2016

Right?

So today, I had this medical appointment to go to.

After using our bathroom, and while washing my hands ...I realized that I did not pull my airy/flowy skirt down in the back.  It was tucked up into my panties.  Not all the way.  It was covering me to my thighs.  But the excess fabric definitely got hung up back there.  No big deal.  I pulled it back down and went on my way.

I used the bathroom at the uro office and then left said office soon after that.  Then I went to Costco.  And then home again.

As I was about to leave to go to a friend's house, while washing my hands ...I realized that my skirt was up in the back ...AGAIN.

Then I had this God awful thought.

Is it possible that I could've left the uro office, walked through the building and parking lot and then into and around Costco and back through their parking lot to my car and loaded the items into the car ...with my skirt up in the back?

Is that possible?

I would feel the breeze ...right?

Or the car seat fabric on the back of my thighs ...right?

And certainly the girls at the uro desk, someone in the parking lot, or at Costco - inside or outside would have told me ...right?

These are chilling thoughts to ponder, I tell you.

Especially because it happened to me once before, but only in the hospital hallway and ER.  :)

 Link:The Fourth Most Embarrassing Moment!

Seriously tho ...I'd know ...Right?


Saturday, May 14, 2016

Some Friday Night Thoughts

 whopper dog


1.  But for the grace of God, says me ...I am still alive.  And haven't stroked out.  I found out today, from a cardiologist who wasn't my doctor that I have been taking a dangerous medication for hypertension and have been using it wrong for TWELVE years. The wrong is my fault not the doctors who prescribed it.  I was only there because I was accompanying someone else at their appointment.  And when that was over, I told him about my crazy blood pressure that I had a few days ago.  In about 12 hours time I went from hypertension crisis to hypotension and then finally back to normal by the end of the day.  So all I wanted to know from him was  should I see him, the specialist directly or should I see my PCP?  I told him I don't need referrals. When he heard the medication and the numbers he told me he wanted me to check in right now and he would see me.  So I did.  And he did.  I will finish this post another time to explain what happened and what I have to do now.

2.  So ...I was on my way down to the mall to return something around 7:30ish tonight, when I realized that I had been the only one on this pretty busy 2 lane highway ...for miles.  It is true that it was after rush hour and traffic would build up traveling in the opposite direction.  But it was a Friday night.  And this is NJ.  I was heading down to a more congested area.  It was great.  I was just sailing on through all the lights.  You know ...that feeling you get when you're just breezing a long with the music  ...where you feel like you are one with the road? Neat feeling.  :)

Then I had this thought ...what if the rapture happened?   What if I was left behind?  And then I came to a stop at a light closer to the mall and tons of cars were crossing out onto the highway and a bunch of cars pulled up behind me.  Maybe I was just leading the pack.  Although ...maybe ...  ;)

3.  I was returning a pair of 70.00 black pants ...black dress pants that I had bought a month ago.  They were very nice pants and looked nice on me but cost too much to keep and not wear.  The fabric is a bit heavy for warm weather and I hope to be in an even smaller size by the end of the summer.  We'll see.  Anyway, I never took the tags off.  You see I bought them smaller than I should have.  But I had lost weight and I didn't want to buy the next size up because they were too baggy.  I am tired of  no one seeing that I have thinner legs than I did.  I loved how these looked on me.  The problem was I had to suck in my stomach really far to close them.  But it worked.

Then I tried them on again at home and decided to lie down on the bed ...like I did in my teens and 20s when getting into tight jeans.  :)  I walked around a bit and then decided to sit in them.  Because after all I would have to sit in them.  And maybe I could break them in a bit.  Of course losing another 5 lbs might make a difference too.

But after a couple of minutes I was beginning to feel a bit weird and dizzyish.  So, I stood up and the feeling went away.  I sat again and the weird and dizzyish sensations came back.  And now that it is getting warmer I'm not likely to wear them anyway and so I might as well wait until until I am at least really down into the next size or more.

4.  Then I did a stupid thing on the way home.  I was famished because all I had all day was one cup of coffee with milk, a banana in late afternoon and a spoon of last night's lasagna before heading back out the door.  I also hardly drank water and was thirsty before leaving but I hate public rest rooms and so I avoided that too.  Well ...I did buy an organic peach tea.  I love peach.  It was okay.  The thing is they shouldn't claim organic when they also have unlisted "natural" ingredients.  Just saying.

Well the tea wasn't the bad thing.  The bad thing is that I decided to stop at a Burger King as soon as I got off that highway on my way home.  And here's the kicker.  YUK!  I don't know what came over me, but I ordered a Whopper hot dog.  Did you just barf a little in your mouth?  I feel like it now.  DOUBLE YUK!!!

If I have a hotdog it has to be beef and kosher.  I doubt these were.  Yes they are beef.  Kosher?  Probably not. I was attracted to the Whopper Burger vegetables being on a hotdog.  I LOVE vegetable sandwiches.  But this was on a hotdog.  I ate it but will never get it again. Needless to say it was not a Tuscany roasted vegetable and Balsamic vinegar sandwich on a ciabatta bread.  I also got an order of fries with no salt. They tasted weird to me because I could taste the oil they were fried in.

Years ago when traveling during one of my jobs I'd stop at fast food places.  No wonder I gained weight!  I really cannot stand them now.  I have to be desperate to go to one.  Well ...except for an egg McMuffin with bacon and cheese.  But I rarely have them either.  I don't know.  There is something about the grease or whatever they cook with that I just do-not-like.  UGH!

Anyway it is now a couple of hours later and I drank a ton of water and still am (I just KNOW this is gonna be a... I wish I had a foley catheter ...kind of night) and I still feel like I can taste it.  I am actually cringing at the thought of that Whopper hotdog.  And that is what it is.  Psychological Whopper dog revulsion ...because I really can't taste it. I just feel like I can. The memory of it just won't go away.

So ...I am thinking of having one of Mr SeaSpray's Eskimo bars.  Chocolate might be just the thing to take the taste away.  Seriously. And then to bed.

5.  I am bringing my grandchildren to my friend Iris' youngest grandson's birthday party at 11 am in the morning.  I wrote about Iris in 2011.  She passed away from non smokers lung cancer in October of 2011.  She just missed seeing her daughter's first son being born and this is her second son, who will be two years old.  There are four grandchildren between her two children.  She also never met her little granddaughter who looks like her and has her curly hair.  Iris would be just crazy in love with all of these beautiful children.  It is bittersweet for me to go up there.  I will enjoy being with all of the family and while it is easier now after 4 1/2 years ...it still hurts.  I just hide it better now.  Sigh.  But it will be a fun day too.  :)

Thursday, May 5, 2016

OH Deer!

 Deer_Manasquan.jpg

Photo Credit Link

I have to say this is a first for me.  I've never seen deer on the beach.  Three deer ran into the ocean when they became spooked by the people walking toward them. You can check out the rest of the story on the photo credit link provided above.  Also, the second picture enlarges and its pretty neat seeing all of the deer running into the water.  Obviously they can swim.  Thankfully, the last one was able to get out of the riptide.

I have a lot of happy memories at the beach house and on that beach.

I can still see Iris and me frolicking in the water and hanging out on the beach.  We did that ever since we were teenagers.  And as adults.  The last time I was on vacation there was with my own family, back in 2005.  Like I said ...so many happy memories.  :)

This picture is evoking so many memories and strong feelings.

Anyway, I (Iris) would get a kick out of this article.  I can almost hear her laughing and excitedly talking about it.

Friday, April 29, 2016

:)

“I’m afraid I can’t treat you, Mr. Fisk. I have a conflict of interest.”
Illustration by J.C. Duffy

#AllinADaysWork #humor #cartoon

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I'm afraid I can't treat you Mr Fisk.  I have a conflict of interest.

Thursday, April 21, 2016

SeaSpray Vs. Medical Billing Manager

Image result for boxing ring
Is it me or do these look like kidneys?  Gives new meaning to kidney punch.  Just saying.  ;)

SeaSpray won!

$509.00 kind of WON!!!

The check was in our mailbox today.  I took a picture of it to remind me to keep my eyes on the goal, to stand my ground and persevere through adversity when necessary. 


HA!

To be continued...

PS - Thank you God for giving me the ability and favor.

Friday, April 15, 2016

An Odd, Rambling Post Demonstrating My PFP (Proficiency For Procrastination)

In Praise of Procrastination
Photo Credit 

What is the common denominator for emancipation, tax day, loss of loved one, procrastination, Elizabeth Taylor, a YUGE, hairy, muscular spider, makeup, 911, makeup, rhyming, fun housework, fur balls, Cruella De Vil, an arsonist, stick people, subs - best subs ever, Keurig coffee machines and PFP?

Read the following post and you will find out.  Or ...if you know me you can cut to the chase and figure it out.  :)


I'm in tax day hell.  Well ...I haven't even started yet.  This is because I am still going supposed to be going through receipts, records, etc., but I'm not.  And I have been home many days.  Of course this is predictable ..for decades now.  It is what I do.  Except this year is the absolute worst for my focusing on what I need to do.  It's all pretty basic but I find myself doing everything and anything but working on the tax stuff.

I even missed being with my mom the last week she was alive because I was working on the taxes ...and then also got a bit nauseated ...every day. It was after I drank the cat water.  I don't recall if I ever posted on that. It was funny, although not in the moment of realization.  Anyway, the nausea was like when I was pregnant, but I wasn't.  I could've gone tho, but just thought I would go the next day and so on.  She died, unexpectedly later that week.  She had been doing so much better that week before and when we saw her on Easter, I wasn't worried.  Well aside from all the usual concern and sadness one feels as they see their elderly parent declining.  I had actually felt encouraged by her being more alert and communicative during the week leading up to Easter.  Sunday night will be the seven year anniversary of her death.  I miss her so much.  And I have guilt that I didn't go in to see her during the week days that last week.  I missed 3 weeks in 6 months and the last was the week she died.  It was what it was.  I even had warnings ...really strong thoughts about my going to see her but I chalked it up to guilt.  One happened when I walked passed a floral picture on the wall that she gave us.  Another was when I was going through the paperwork I had from the local funeral home containing her obituary info and the forms for Mr. SeaSpray and me, that we still have to do.  On that Monday night  I was sitting at the kitchen table and I felt this foreboding feeling when I lifted up the funeral home envelope, which I again chalked up to guilt.  Death wasn't anywhere on my radar, not even about Mom.

NOW, I know to pay attention to that feeling.  *Sigh*

I don't know why I am thinking of these things again.  Sure, I always miss her but this year I am really FEELING it.  And not for tax time avoidance.  I guess it is just how life is sometimes.

I am grateful that the actual tax day (when they are due) is not until Monday, April 18th.  Too bad I heard that or I would've been done for today.  But give me that inch and I'm going for the mile when it comes to procrastination.

I googled the 2016 Tax date just to verify the information.  It is true.  If tax day falls on the weekend you have until the following Monday.  But the 15th this year is on a Friday.  It turns out that April 15th in Washington D.C. celebrates Emancipation day.  Interesting. 

Two hours ago I decided to play with my new makeup.  I almost did something I have never done before.  But since I have all this paperwork to do, well ...it totally makes sense to put your makeup on like Cleopatra.  I've always wanted to do that.  Years ago, when I had bangs, some people told me I looked like Cleopatra.  I took it as a compliment, but come to think of it ...she'd be really OLD now.  Hmmm.  I was going through an almost black hair color phase (Only because I suck at applying hair color quickly and I put a cap over it when not supposed to because it was heat reacting and left it on longer than supposed to. What could go wrong?) and that is how I got the nickname at work, for awhile.  And at a wedding, the following summer, my friend's mom thought I looked like Elizabeth Taylor when she portrayed Cleopatra. I don't look like Elizabeth Taylor. Well maybe around the eyes and brows when wearing makeup.  I should have lavender eyes ..wouldn't that be nice?  Anyway, today, I got the idea to go for that extreme look ..for fun.  But then I thought about taking it all off and so just opted to play with the new colors and products I got.  After all ...a girl can't do her taxes without makeup on.  Right?

And that is when I saw this really YUGE spider run by.  No one was home to rescue me and so it was up to ME to catch this thing. Or look away.  Of course it had to be the YUGE muscular, hairy kind of spider that I fear.  Seriously, a snake could slither by and I would calmly say, "Oh look ...a snake,"  I would pick the snake up.   (Well not if a Cobra or Rattle snake.)  But one of these spiders and I am ready to sound the alarms and have a total lockdown, but we don't have that capability here.  I thought about calling 911 ...but then figured they might not appreciate my call.  Ha ha!  "Hello-o-o ..911?  Help!  There is a YUGE, hairy, muscular spiderLOOSE in my house and I'm all alone.  Help!"  A SeaSpray can dream.  ;)  He ended up ...I'm being sexist.  How do I know he isn't a she spider?  Well ..he-she spider busted through my paper towels and made a lightening fast run for it to where I can't get he-she spider.  Perish the thought that YUGE, hairy, muscular spider will run right across my feet ..or up my body while I am working on the taxes.  Why that thought is enough to cause a SeaSpray to lose her concentration and NOT do the taxes until she feels safe again.

Hey...
on this day
and much to my dismay...
I hate to say...
I'm on my way...
not to play...
or go further astray...
but to jump into
the paperwork fray. 

Yes, in my procrastination imagination I just know all the various receipts and other records of interest are crazy-animated, all just mixing it up with each other on the tables and in the baskets.  Oh wait.  I did that.  Boy, it's a good thing that I am not an arsonist because the temptation would be too great.  just saying.

And now, a SeaSpray has to do what a SeaSpray has to do.

P.S.  After writing this, I decided to look at some pictures of Elizabeth Taylor as Cleopatra and have decided that I am going to go for that dramatic makeup look before the weekend is over.  Of course I'm not in my 30s anymore and may end up looking like Cruella De Vil, the scary cartoon one.  :)

P.P.S.  Isn't it weird how cleaning the toilet, scrubbing the floor, scrubbing the tub and cleaning up cat fur balls suddenly looks like more fun than doing tax paperwork?  Just an observation.

P.P.P.S.  I also announced to family that there would be no cooking until I got my work done.  It's a good thing I didn't say this at the beginning of the month or we'd all look like stick people by now.  Thankfully,  Mr SeaSpray picked up some subs from the best place ever.  Mine is an eggplant, mozzarella, roasted red peppers with balsamic vinegar on semolina bread with seeds sub.  I will thoroughly enjoy that sub.  Of course then I might begin to feel tired and not so alert from all the carbs. but no worries because ...H-e-l-l-o-o-o you wonderful Keurig coffee machine.  :)

So ...do I excel  at PFP or what? 

Give me an inch and I will take FIVE miles.  ;)

Common denominator?

C'est moi!  :)

* Here's the thing.  With PFP ...you still always know you have to do what you don't want to do.  It hangs over you, creating a low key misery of denial that takes up residence within until you once and for all just DO it.  No worries.  I will soon be on fire with being in the zone and nothing else will exist when I am.  True.

Is their an ICD-10 code for PFP?

Just wondering.  ;)

Saturday, April 9, 2016

I Hope So

money tree
Oh wait!  As soon as the leaves come out ...we can just go out back and pick money from our amazing Money Tree.  A SeaSpray can dream.  Just saying.  :)

Nothing warms my heart like hearing Mr SeaSpray's truck needs a new engine ...to the tune of five THOUSAND dollars.  But hey ...the upside?  Labor is included. 

Last year, our wonderful mechanic of at least 2 decades had a heart attack and was found dead on the garage floor by his employee.  :(  We trusted him so much.  And now it is hard for me to trust this new one.  Maybe he is just fine.  I hope so.

Friday, April 8, 2016

OMG! and Follow-Up

Hunched over with left hand on left flank - Pain = 8!  SERIOUSLY?!

01:02 -Update:  No big deal.  Oh it was at the time.  Admittedly ...in the moment I was thinking kidney stone.  It seemed to start like that but ended up like one major kidney spasm.  The first time I had that was February 22, 2006.  It was memorable for many reasons and it was a memorable two days.  And I did have other ones while stented and not stented.  Not a lot - but enough to have me get CT's and also ...I even went to a gastro doc.  No one could ever tell me what they were.  The worst was right after Mom died - the next month - May, 2009 because it felt like bilateral kidney spasms and across low back.  And the first time I had that low back heaviness/awful ...awful sensation was just after a stent had been removed and I was having my first Mag III renal scan.  I thought I'd pass out and was so glad someone was in the room with me and she put a cool cloth on my forehead.  

Anyway ...I have been stent free for over 5 years now and believe I am healed in my right ureter because ...well ...FIVE years since my last stent.  YAY.  I did think I had a significant UTI but it all passed before I  could get to the doctor.  So, I am guessing it could not have been a UTI.  And my left side wasn't bothering me.  The problems were on the right.  But I am good now.  Double YAY.  :)

Also this afternoon (Yesterday now) between 1:30 and 4:30 pm, I could NOT get warm.  I put on really warm, cozy pajamas, turned up the heat and stayed under a quilt and just couldn't warm up.  But no fever and certainly no shaking as in bad chills.  I absolutely know ...100% know that I should call the urologist if that happened.  I am talking the kind of chills to the bone that you literally shake, can't hold things or do anything and I know what that is and this wasn't that.  But maybe I am just wrestling with a little bug or something.  Except ...I feel fine.

Anyway - all is well.  Well ...except for the predictable ...annual ...undercurrent of stress that I am now feeling because I know I have to do-the-TAXES

Monday, March 21, 2016

It Must Be a Urology Office



This dog obviously stepped into a urology office.

Some years back I wrote that it is a prerequisite ...some law-of-the-universe ...kind of prerequisite that anyone who steps foot into a urology office will have to give a urine sample.  It's just the way it is.  It also explains why I have seen delivery guys just toss the mail and packages into the waiting room while doing a run-by.

 Obviously they weren't taking any chances.

 Just saying.  ;)


Friday, March 11, 2016

Lunch Date - About That Stent

 Urinary Tract “Double J” Stent

"So SeaSpray ...when are you getting another stent so we can go out to lunch again?"

I enthusiastically stated, "You can go with me on KNEE INJECTION DAY!  I will be doing that soon."  :)

LOL!

She asked me this question the other day, after we had finished a lengthy conversation about other things?  Too funny.  She accompanied me on my last two renal scans.  Having a good friend come along always turns the test day into a fun day, even if I do have to sport a foley catheter on the way to the hospital.

And about that stent.

March 17th will be my five year anniversary since the last ureteral stent was removed.

FIVE.

5 YEARS!!!  :)

I'm Back! Hijacked!! Feeling Violated, Vulnerable and Uneasy

Boy was I shocked and upset when I decided to blog tonight, only to discover that my blog had been hijacked. It kept sending me to some website that would accept bids for this domain ...or something like that.  They say your life flashes before you in an instant when you are about to die.  Well ...my favorite blog posts were flashing before me at lightening speed.  I felt sick about having lost my favorite posts.  I used this blog during my journey through some of the most difficult times of my life.  It was cathartic.  Sometimes I used humor and other times I poured my heart out.  I always said I would print the important posts.

I wrote about my past, my mother declining in health and dying, my best friend ill and dying, the whole urology journey with multiple stents, procedures and tests and resisting the high risk surgery.  My theory for why the kidney spasms after a stent removal.  (I was always going to add a part two to that but never did.  Hmmm.)  And who knew that urine could be so much fun to write about. ;)  I'm just saying.  :)  The point is a lot of my heart and soul has gone into this blog. The Christmas posts and family.  So many things would've been lost.  And even if I remembered everything, it wouldn't be the same because I wouldn't be in the moment ...that moment I felt inspired.

 I began blogging on November 13, 2006.  I know I've slowed down quite a bit but have been getting ready to write some more.  There are reasons for why I have been MIA in here.  But, it's 01:30 and I want to get some sleep.  I will come back tomorrow.

Oh ...now for some reason, I can't get a new browser to open up.  I can't click on any of my screen icons to get into a new screen.  I can open screens under a different user though.  ???  So now I wonder if I have some kind of malware/virus in my system.  Also, the computer seems to be running non stop and the fan is loud. 

Thankfully my son was able to remove the code that took over my blog.  We accessed it by signing into google and I was so relieved to see everything still there.  He thinks I must've agreed to something online or clicked on a site that could activate the hijacking.  I have no idea what could've happened.  And actually, I haven't been in my blog, so I don't know why it happened now. 

This is so disturbing and just wrong.

But, I am grateful that my son was able to fix it.  So there is that to be happy about.

Also, the post in which I was writing about the "C" word (cop) was accidentally posted ...with errors and all.  It was just a rough draft and I wasn't going to tell the whole story.  I think it's funny.  It is embarrassing, but long.  So I was just going to tell the part from Dunkin' Donuts to home.  So maybe I will just write one long post ...the corrected version.  I'll see.

I have to say ...I feel violated, vulnerable and uneasy about this.  Why do people have to be so malicious?  And I wonder if they could've gotten my confidential banking and tax information?  Is my blog safe now?  I have such a complicated password that it will take effort to enter even while looking at it on paper.  And I will change it often.  This was just plain creepy.  And malicious.

But ...focus on the good SeaSpray.  Focus on the good.

Thursday, February 11, 2016

OMG! That POOR Man!

 Empty hospital exam room : Stock Photo
 Photo Credit

I hope this isn't offensive to anyone.  In this post, we are only laughing at my naiveté.

It cracks me up that of all the funny stories emanating from the ER over the years ...my friend still thinks the electrocution story was the funniest.  I may've written about this or I wrote and didn't post.  Because of the "P" word.  Which I am perfectly capable of saying ...even in mixed company ...not that I do or have ...but I can ...if I wanted to.  Just saying.  Although, writing about it in a blog or discussing it in a restaurant ...not so much.  Well in blogging ...I just don't want to attract the wrong searches.  In a restaurant ...it's a restaurant.  So in this post, I am reverting back to shwing-schwang  in place of the "P" word, if I need to write the "P" word.  Unless I just say, the "P" word.

Anyway ...I remember the incident like it just happened yesterday.  It's the kind of image that just stays in your brain.  It's not that the "P" image would, but that I thought it was so horrific.

 I felt such compassion for the patient.

It was just after dinner.  The ER was slow. I remember that it was a damp and cloudy, April evening.  We were all hanging out when the call came in that a man had been electrocuted at a local factory and was en route, via ambulance to our ER.  Staff got ready and I went back to my department.  I registered him from the info given to me by the squad.

Then I walked back to bring the chart to the ER doctor.  His desk was in the same room as the patient.  (Small ER.)  I couldn't help seeing the patient, but out of respect, quickly averted my eyes.  I didn't expect to see the poor man all burned, stripped down naked and lying on his back, perfectly still on the cardiac bed.  I wasn't even sure if he was still alive because no one was rushing around even though he looked badly burned.

After handing the doctor the chart, I immediately went right into the tiny work/break area, right next to the cardiac room and exclaimed (in a whisper) to my friend:  "That POOR MAN!"

Nurse, looking somewhat baffled, "Why?"

Very concerned, I said, " Because he is burned all over his body and even his SCHWING-SCHWANG is SINGED!"

Well ...she busted out laughing so HARD, she could hardly get her breath and her eyes watered up.

After she composed herself, she matter-of-factly said, "He's fine."

"But he looks charred, especially his SCHWING-SCHWANG?"

"That is his SKIN!  He's Hispanic!"

"Oh ...Thank God!"

I was genuinely surprised and very RELIEVED for him.

I explained that I didn't know someone could have that shade of skin.

More laughter.  :)

*To my defense, if I hadn't averted my eyes so quickly, I would've realized it was his skin.  Well, I think I would have.  Because it was dark, whitish skin but with a blackish tint to it.  Hence ...I thought he was left smoking and singed.  I thought he was just zapped with electricity and his schwing-schwang got it the worst.  Again ...all these thoughts were lightening fast ..within seconds in my brain.

So ...even though this happened almost 30 years ago, my friend just loves to tell that story ...every time she comes back east.  And we laugh just as hard as she did back then.  Admittedly, I didn't laugh that night because I was still processing it all.  But ...in retrospect ...

And hey ...it's nice to know that I'm remembered for something.  :)

Monday, January 18, 2016

I Yelled at an Elderly Lady Today :( ...and Other Thoughts

CVS Pharmacy
 Photo Credit

Okay ..well to this once upon a time ...easy going SeaSpray ..it felt like yelling.  In reality, I was ...SNAPPY ...with a raised voice.

Twice. 

Well ... if I were to really yell ...well suffice it to know that I can really authoritatively project my voice when in that mode and would be great as a gym teacher or drill sergeant.  :) 

So, what happened you ask?

I was AGAIN held up at the CVS drive through window because they did not have Mr. SeaSpray's medication.  Last week, some guy working there (I assumed the pharmacist), told me they would have it ready for me and I could come pick it up.  I said if I don't come in this week that I would stop by on Monday for it.  He said that would be alright and it would be there for pick up.

 It is out of the way for me to use this pharmacy and so I usually work that into my itinerary on a mall/Costco kind of day or if I am in that town for some reason. 

This has been an on going thing with this medication and I am really glad Mr SeaSpray didn't have any adverse effects.  I always fill his prescriptions for the week and am well aware of what medications and dosage he takes.  BUT ...back in November, I never bothered to read the new bottle of said med.  So for almost a month, I was giving him twice the prescribed dose of a blood pressure medication.  OOPS!   1.25 mg. versus 2.50 mg.  I called for a reorder, but the pharmacist said he wasn't due until February.  "What?  Why?"  He explained that they didn't have the 1.25 mg. dose and that I was supposed to cut the pills in half.  Sure enough that is what the INSTRUCTION on the bottle stated. But those little pills do not cut exactly in half, even with using the sharp pill cutter thingy.  So ...one day he'd get a smaller dose and another too much.  I called the doctor's office, but they ordered it through a town much farther from our house and so I again called the pharmacy up here.  The pharmacist had the order faxed up here and so the problem was fixed.  Or so I thought ...until this afternoon.

This afternoon the pharmacist told me they didn't have the prescription.  *SIGH*  I explained everything and so she was going back and forth between her computer, the prescription bin and me.  She again stated they didn't have it.  But I told her that now he does need the prescription and asked if she had it in stock.  Yes, they had it in stock but the order was still at the other store.  I admit after 5 minutes of this I was beginning to feel a bit testy, but I remained polite, yet assertive.  I was also  mindful of a couple of cars behind me now.

"Okay, then.  Can you fill the prescription now?"  

"Yes, but it could take five minutes or an hour before they fax the order up to us."

 I glanced at my car clock, and was about to tell her to please fill the prescription and that I would come back either tomorrow or on Wednesday, when in my rear view mirror, I noticed that this very irate looking elderly woman, dressed in a red coat had exited her car and was walking our way.  She inserted herself between the window and me and began yelling at the pharmacist and the clerk, stating it was taking too long and that they should see the line behind her and that she was blocked in and can't leave and just wants to get her medication.

  I politely said, "We are just about finished.", at which point she quickly turned around to me, yelling, "And YOU!  YOU should KNOW better!"  

"What?  I'm just trying to get my HUSBAND'S medication!"

"YOU SHOULD'VE GONE INSIDE FOR THAT!

"We are just about DONE!"

"YOU SHOULD GO INSIDE!" 

Then she turned and began yelling at the pharmacist and clerk again.  Stating that she had food in her car that was thawing out.  (Now I do know this feeling because I posted about my concern about the holiday food thawing out while waiting in the CVS line for more than a half hour, but it was warm out.  Today was frigid and if anything her food would freeze - not thaw out.  Also, we were not more than 10 minutes trying to work this prescription debacle out.  Annoying - yes.  But she definitely overreacted.)

Anyway, at this point ...this admittedly now IRATE, SeaSpray snapped back with a raised voice, "JUST let us FINISH!"  She was still yelling at them and I don't even know what she said because I had heard enough and loudly and in a very exasperated tone, although not full force yelling like she was doing, snapped, "WILL YOU PLEASE just LET us FINISH!  We're ALMOST DONE!  YOU are holding ALL of us up now!  LET US FINISH!"

She then turned back around to me, with her mouth wide open set to yell at me again, but instead shut her mouth and stormed off in frustration.

YAY.

Then ...*I* apologized to the pharmacist and clerk for causing this hold up.  They said I didn't have to apologize.  It was my automatic response because I felt bad about them getting blasted by that woman.  But ..gee ...the problem was with the mistake by the pharmacy staff at some point.  It was just a knee-jerk reaction for me to want to console them even though I myself was frustrated by their process for a second time in less than a month. 

It also now occurs to me that the wait may've been more like 20 minutes because they weren't attending to me the entire time and I actually was waiting at the window too as the pharmacist handled a call and perhaps a customer in the store.  I wasn't annoyed by that tho as I could appreciate they were busy.  I was really annoyed about the prescription mishap again.  The last time I was being charged 68.00 when it was supposed to be a zero charge because of a medication coupon.

The irate woman reminds me of how impatient patients and/or their families would angrily interrupt the registration process with someone else, wondering when they were going to register or be seen inside, yet they were also causing everything to slow down as we had to stop and try to calm them down.  It always amused me when they left out of anger and then their name was the next to be called.  But they were now en route, driving to the next hospital a half hour away, a busier one and they would be starting the process all over again.  This is also why I empathized with the pharmacy staff because I know they were trying and people don't realize what goes on behind closed doors, etc.  And yes, I was totally stressed with the wait and their mistake and not answering the phone, 2 nights before Christmas, but I didn't yell at them.  No ...I teared up, etc., but by the time I got to the window for the 2nd time that night, my credit card had dropped out of sight and I couldn't complete the transaction after all that waiting.

Then on the drive home today, I wished I had told the woman that I was only picking up a medication that I was told was waiting for me.  I had every right to question and try to get the order.  She probably thought I was dropping off a million prescriptions or something.  I only go to the window for pick up.  But there also would've been a wait for people inside too as I tried to get the mix-up resolved.

So ...losing my temper, albeit not badly, was not my shining moment today.  I would've taken it and not reacted strongly if this had happened at work.  But I wasn't at work.  And she was in my face, at my window and interrupting the communication between the pharmacist and me.

Maybe she lost a husband or had some other loss or stress. 

Or maybe she was just a biatch.

Bad SeaSpray ...bad.

I think the pharmacy manager should review their protocols and processes because they are apparently having some kind of miscommunication and problems with follow through there.

 Just saying.

P.S.  Most importantly ...no more filling the prescriptions while on autopilot.  Check EVERY prescription that comes into this house ...BEFORE USE, to ensure it is correct.

P.P.S.  Now that I've vented, I wish I had shown compassion and tried to diffuse/help her.  But it all happened so quickly and she was in my face, literally ..right there.  Also ...thank God that's all she did.  These days it seems that you really do have to be concerned about potential danger ...for so many reasons.  I wasn't thinking about that at all in the moment, but what if it was someone else with a weapon or some other agenda?  Well, that is a topic for another post.

Wednesday, January 13, 2016

FB Message Between Son and Me


Me:  It's snowing! YAY!  :)
 
Son:  Really?

Me:  yES - STICKING ON GRASS AND SIDE OF TOAD. SORRY CAPS.  ROAD.

* I really have to get a new keyboard.  One with letters actually showing on keys versus the black hole keyboard with guess as you go missing letters to type with.  I know the keyboard, so it's not the end of the world and is why I haven't rushed to get one.  But per Mr. SeaSpray’s recent request, I will get a new one.  I just like the feel of this one and hope the new one will be as nice.

Monday, January 11, 2016

Surreal and Alarming Saturday - Surreal Monday


Photo Credit

Why you ask?

Because this past Saturday my son and I were baffled by what sounded like people in a shootout in our neighborhood.

Talk about starting 2016 off with a bang.

We didn't know what to think.

Then he looked out the window and saw that our neighbors had a huge fire right behind their house.  I mean really close and the flames were expansive, licking upward, higher then the chimney.  Did I say they were huge?

Son called 911, but someone else had already called it in.  The neighbor and her son were walking down our lane and so she must have called and at that point was looking for the firetrucks.  They got here in 15 minutes, which is pretty good timing for volunteer fire departments, but it seemed like an eternity while waiting.  Actually, the police arrived first.  They usually do, even with the ambulance calls.  At least 3 local towns responded.  God bless the volunteer fire departments.

The heat from the fire came right inside at us when we opened our back windows, and that was from across the pond.  We could see the framing of their shed in the middle of the flames.  Ammo must've been stored in the shed which would account for the popping/exploding sounds.

Thankfully it had rained a bit and things were damp and the breeze was blowing away from the house.  There are a lot of trees in the area, so it could've been a lot worse.  The fireman got it all contained and put out.  I'll add that some angels must've been busy too.

Thankfully there was minimal damage to the back of the house as compared to what could've happened.  And most importantly, no one was hurt.

They later told me it was caused by a propane heater in the shed that he thought had shut off and must've been faulty.

Again, thank God they are all alright and it was contained.

It was surreal on Saturday and still is today.  I mean to have this major, serious event not far from your house and today ...it's just another ordinary, sunny January day and like none of it ever happened.  We never know what will happen from one day to the next and so should be grateful for all the good moments and make the most of them

I really need to heed my own advice.  :)

Wednesday, January 6, 2016

:( :( :( So Much For Perfect World ...

The Perfectionist's Guide to Results (Lo)


Oh ...I can so relate to this.   It is very hard for me to do "Good enough" and I can probably thank my Aunt Janet for that.   Most of the time it is a good thing ...to not settle for "Good enough", but not always.

I am so very disappointed because I think I disappointed my favorite medical office people because I called in the late morning, today, to tell them I was bringing goodies in later, that I was baking as I spoke, but then I didn't because I had some interruptions I had to attend to in the afternoon. Obviously, it wasn't all doable in the time I had to do it in.   The cake was time consuming too.  I just couldn't get it all done along with other things.  I didn't come in until after 10 last night and so baking was out.  So I did everything today.  Well I got the pumpkin cookie batter done but cookies not baked.  I will do them later tonight.  I just wanted it to be special ...like they are and as I've often said ...I shall be eternally grateful to my doctor.  That is the main reason I do it and to bring joy with appreciation for all of them.

And Wednesday is my doctor's shorter day but he was there longer today.  And I have something to give him as a little gift - not expensive at all, but I know he will see why it is special and will appreciate the sentiment.  Now ...I won't see him until JULY.  :(

I am bummed with a capital "B."


Anyway, tomorrow is their surgery day and so I think the doctors are in and out and so will be able to have it all tomorrow if they have time.  The staff will have a lot of treats.  I hope they keep the cake refrigerated since it has a cream cheese icing.  (Cinnamon cream cheese icing - sooo good:)

 I have to get blood work for myself and so I will just stop at their office first between 12 and 12:30.  This way they can have it with lunch.  I will have my little grandson with me and so he can be my little helper.  :)

Tomorrow will be a better day.

And now ...I will go warm the car up and go to Costco.  Costco always helps me feel better.  I should just go to church.  I always feel good in church.  But I need to return some things and get other things, especially since I just found out I am babysitting tomorrow.  Plus I am making homemade pea soup using the New Year's day left over ham.  I am hoping Costco still had this delicious Parmesan garlic bread they had before Christmas.  So crusty and flavorful.  My granddaughter thought I was baking bread and it was just the aroma of the bread, still wrapped sitting in the bread basket.  The BEST garlic bread ever and will be perfect with the pea soup tomorrow night.

I am a perfectionist ...mostly with myself ...but I am.

Just get OVER it SeaSpray - things happen.

LIFE happens.

But then ...   Big *SIGH* ...and that's all I have to say about that.


Tuesday, January 5, 2016

Which One?

Decisions...decisions. 

Which one is the better choice?

I am bringing some belated Christmas goodies to my urology office tomorrow.  Or I guess for a Happy New Year.  :)

Would you rather have a decadent chocolate cheesecake or an amazing apple nut cake?  I do mean AMAZING ...if you like clove, nutmeg and cinnamon spices and then all the other yummy ingredients, along with a cream cheese and cinnamon icing.

I wrote less about the cheesecake because ...well ...it's cheesecake.  Most people love cheesecake.  A paramedic once said of this cheesecake that the only thing more chocolate was a death by chocolate cake and he loved the cheese cake.  And a doctor I worked with once said  ...something I won't say but suffice it t know ...he enjoyed the cheesecake.  :)

I am also bringing the pumpkin cookies that I know they like and some other things.  But the pumpkin cookies have cinnamon so I wonder if the cake would be too much of the same ...although it is a much more intensely enjoyable flavor if you like spicy cakes.

I guess I won't know until I get back home and start baking.  This house is gonna smell some kind of good tonight and in the morning.  My perfect plan was to have already baked the cookies but plans changed and so now I will be doing it all at once.  Eh ...it will be fresher.  I just wish urodoc had a longer day tomorrow.

I also wish I could have done it before Christmas because I also bought eggnog tea and some other things for them.  In the other hand, I have never known any medical people to not enjoy teats brought in.  :)

I don't know if anyone will see this between now and when I get back in later ...by 9 pm in my perfect world, but if you do ...which dessert would you prefer?

 Apple nut spice cake?

Chocilate cheese cake?

Thankfully I have the ingredients for both but I do have to run out and do some other things.  I was hung up forever with business calls today.  And there is a doctor's office that I really hate calling because it is n-e-v-e-r easy.  That's all I am going to say about that.

So ...apple nut spice cake or cheese cake?

Which one?

Friday, January 1, 2016

Happy New Year!

 Happy new year 2015 sea image:

I don't like New Year's resolutions but I am making one.

1.  I will blog more regularly in 2016.