A Simple Woman's Daybook Paqe 1

Simple Woman’s Daybook Page 1

By Amulbunny     March 31,2011

FOR TODAY

Outside my window… Blue skies, warm temps and a lovely day. 

I am thinking… today is the beginning of a new life.

I am thankful for… The good things that I've received.

From the learning rooms… Reading Cleopatra, A Life

From the kitchen… Corn Chowder

I am wearing… bare feet, denim shorts and a Jack Skellington Tee Shirt.

I am creating… a new mindset to deal with things less stressfully.

I am going… to be myself and no one else.

I am reading… a whole lot of books.

I am hoping… good news on the house hunt.

I am hearing… Channel 5 1PM News. 

Around the house… packed up 1 box of books, my old uniforms and took a huge bag of trash outside. 

One of my favorite things… getting a phone call from my hubs. 

A few plans for the rest of the week…  1st day of baseball. Keep cleaning. Pick up husband Sunday night. Call attorney. Refill Rx.

Here is a picture for thought I am sharing…

This! 

Wacky Wednesday

Have you ever wondered why Wednesday is pronounced Wensday? Me too. But right now I'm too crazed to look up why. Just part of the service folks. And Hump Day, but what if your weekend isn't Saturday Sunday? Odd.

The errant husband is in LEX this week. Learning his craft. And he's driving up to Indiana to a casino so he can play poker. Am I thrilled about this? No but I won't make too much noise. He's too far away to care.
And he enjoys it. He came in 2nd in a money tournament and paid for a vacation..

Spring cleaning is upon me. I am packing up crap and will make a good will run tomorrow and also the Salvation Army. Lots of clothes that I will never ever wear again. I am also cleaning out my kitchen and will start over with that.  I am so happy though that the stove we got is good and doesn't do this ↓

I am craving meat loaf. I think that will be dinner tomorrow since there is nothing planned with the children. Tonight they have a D&D game planned and I don't want to feed an army. I have lots of stuff in the cupboard and in the freezer, I just don't know what I want. Perhaps corn chowder... yummo as that annoying person on the Food Network says.

Some critter bit my ankle as I was walking out to see my son this afternoon. We need to have our back yard weed whacked. I think we upset the skeeters that are hiding and it got me on the ankle. Thank God for cortisone cream and spray. My ankle's all swollen and red. Ugh. But it doesn't hurt. 

SPLAT!

Well I've run out of good things to say. Tomorrow an era ends. I'm not sad. Just a bit bitter over the treatment that I was given. I'll survive.

Peace!

Panic attacks and puke. Shakes and shimmies.

1. I had a panic attack on Thursday when the LAPD chopper was circling our neighborhood (and we don't have LAPD we have our own PD) looking for a guy in handcuffs who escaped custody. For 3 1/2 hours we were locked down in our tract. If you left you couldn't get back in. And they didn't catch the idiot either.

2. I was concerned about the husband not getting his stuff in gear for his weeklong business trip and that made me more upset. He forgot his dress shoes but made it safely to LEX in his cargo shorts and tee shirt and it was snowing there. Tee Hee.

3. Between puking and sleeping I don't know where Friday went.

4. My agency is cutting me loose since "I can't perform the duties assigned"...lifting 70 lbs etc. They sent me 3 copies of the same letter via 1st class, certified and FEDEX and I still haven't faxed back my copy showing receipt of same. No wonder this govt is going broke and this agency is out of control.

5. They make it seem like it's my fault I can't be a screener but they don't give any other options i,e, an office position, but at this agency it's who you know not what you know and if your nose isn't brown enough you're screwed. Not that I'd want to put myself back into that trainwreck again. There is something that is better and less crazy. I know this.

6. I get the whole bed to myself for a whole week. Whooooo. Except for the dog.

7. I'm in a crappy mood for a Saturday night.


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Just some random things I want to howl about

( biggest full moon this year now obscured by clouds and rain coming )

1. I love Steve Martins new gig with the Steep Mountain Rangers and I have the album Rare Bird Alert. If you like even the smallest amount of Bluegrass this is a good listen. Puts King tut back in the grave.

2. Since I'm not working i get a kick out of being called Ma'am by the young kids who think they are saving the world one water bottle and nail clipper at a time. And so far I've missed being pawed but I'll raise holy hell if I get a close pat down.

3. The more things change, the more they stay the same.
Les choses changent plus elles restent les mêmes.

4. Some idiots never grow up.

5. Most of our Borders are going bye too. But there are some nice Barnes and Nobles still. I do most of my shopping at AMazon now. Get recs from sites and magazines and get them. I don't want a kindle or nook, I need the feel of real books.

6. I love Itunes. I like being able to buy 1 song.

7. When did these grey things start growing out of my chin and why are they so coarse? Eyebrows? I don't like pain so I only get them done when I have to go somewhere and be presentable.

8. The tea party is the party of those who would prey on the fears and fantasies of the already frightened masses, i.e. the people who are afraid of "Those People!!!".

9. For ummagumma and for Lynn.

10. Courtesy needs to be relearned. Period.

11. America needs to wake up and come out of it's pathetic lethargy.

I am so angry right now=No make that totally numb

update  15 March 2011

My friend Lynn aka Jokers Wild Again

passed away this morning at 1130am EDT.

She left this world peacefully and under the care of her wife Nikki. May God and the Angels welcome her into paradise.

amulbunny

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Several years ago I joined an online community of people who were connected by their affinity for a series of books by the author Rebecca Wells. Specifically, Divine Secrets of the YaYa Sisterhood. It became a 2nd home. I met people online, and we shared our lives and loves, tears and sadness, joy and fears.

The message board was taken down by Harper Collins and we scattered. There were several baby boards and I went over to a couple of them. The feeling wasn't the same but they were good places to be. Then a new group on Facebook came together, called Sekrit Squirrel.  These ladies were involved in sending quilt pieces to another who made a wonderful quilt for one of ours who announced she had lung cancer. Another Facebook page opened that's private and many people have been coming together. 

On February 25th a 33 yr old mother and wife, left her husband and 3 yr old son for eternity because of breast cancer than had metastasized to her lungs and brain. She came home to hospice and spent her last days there.

Today a woman who I admired for her determination, dedication, fearless love, and direction, who married the woman she loved, is also going to come home to hospice. Hers was sqamous cell that left her lungs and went into her brain. There is no amount of radiation or chemo that could combat it. Her wife is bereft. Her children who were estranged because of her choices now come to her side to say goodbye. 

There are other women in the sisterhood who are fighting the beast now, and who are so brave that my admiration of them has no end. There are survivors among the sisterhood whose lives reflect their determination to live their lives as a challenge to the beast.

We don't know how long we have on this terrestrial sphere. But we must and have to encourage our elected representatives to question spending billions on 2 unpopular wars and not on medical research and treatment. 

God Bless and Keep You All.

da bunny

Ash Wednesday....what do I do?

Tonight I'll go to church with my mother and have ashes put on my forehead. Pure and simple. Ashes that were made by burning the Palms from last Palm Sunday. To remember that from ashes we were formed and to ashes we will return.

This Lent I am going to make a concerted effort to give rather than to give up. I hope I can live up to what I am saying. 

Peace. 

Gonna take a couple of days off.

Waiting on jury duty which is like watching grass grow. So far 2 don't shows.

I'm tired and kind of down so i need a couple of days to recharge and go and spend some gift cards.  LOL.

Peace.

Is space walking like jive talking?

I'm watching the NASA channel. The space walk has been going on for 4 hours. Amazing. And since it's in space it's in glowing black and white. I still have no idea how big the ISS is. I can't conceive it. It's like watching Star Trek, where did they build those ships? 
And a quote from Hamlet seems good right about now:

What a piece of work is a man, how noble in reason, how

infinite in faculties, in form and moving how express and

admirable, in action how like an angel, in apprehension how like

a god! the beauty of the world, the paragon of animals—and yet,

to me, what is this quintessence of dust? 

And a memory for Sharon who lost her life to breast cancer and complications this past week. She was only 35.

May the Angels lead you into paradise; may the martyrs greet you at your arrival and lead you into the holy city, Jerusalem.

May the choir of Angels greet you and like Lazarus, who once was a poor man, may you have eternal rest.

John 14:1-3
My brothers and sisters, Jesus says:

“Do not let your hearts be troubled. You have faith in God; have faith also in me. In my Father’s house there are many dwelling places. If there were not, would I have told you that I am going to prepare a place for you? And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come back again and take you to myself, so that where I am you also may be.”

 So we go about our lives.  Day after day. Trying to right the wrong, live the way Christ would lead us. Why is it so hard to get up on Sunday mornings and go to church? For years, nearly 40, I'd faithfully get up and go to church. Now it's a chore. It's like pulling teeth. Once I am there I am glad I am but it's so hard to get there. 

So peace and out for today. Clear skies and light winds to my flying friends. Melting snow and warmer temps to those of you on the frozen tundra. 

 

Eggs. Victorian Ladies. and the American Way.

The incredible edible egg. I like eggs but they are not so wonderful for me. I love em poached, fried, scrambled, hard boiled, soft boiled, and in egg salad. But I buy my eggs. I get the brown ones that are organic and cage free. When I go to the Farmer's Market next week I'll look for some that are colored and try them. Do they have yolks that match the shells?

Recently a blogger that I read once in a while said she received eggs from a member of her husbands congregation in lieu of bringing an offering. How wonderful she said it was to get them for her home. Uh, did they count the value of the egg in their salary estimates? Why didn't she share the eggs with a soup kitchen or homeless shelter? Nope. She kept the entire dozen to herself. She perhaps thought that a dozen eggs wouldn't be much to a kitchen, but they would help making cornbread, regular bread, cakes, cookies and other things. She is one of the self absorbed adoring Victoriana's of the internet. I once pointed out to her the crassness of this, as ladies who leisured had servants as young as 8 downstairs toiling to make upstairs comfortable. This of course is not discussed. Child labor? Unthinkable. Women working? Well who the hell were the ladies maids? People who volunteered to serve? Who sewed the lovely dresses and made the lace to adorn the hats of the ladies who lunched? Not the ladies to be sure.

I'm off to the house of Costco this afternoon. Hopefully before the rain comes down. Then I am here to read to my books from a new publisher (to me). I'm reading about dying. Morbid. No. It's about how we've basically erased the culture of death that was normal for so many years. People weren't unaccustomed to death. They had family at home and they died at home (now hospice is bringing some of that back). Caskets sat in living rooms. Friends and neighbors came to reminisce and offer condolences, bring food and offer support. Now the dying for the most part in America are in sterile hospital rooms surrounded by nurses, doctors and various sundry staff, attached to machines to monitor the least of functions. We ache to prolong the life experience so that we don't lose those that we love, but are we doing what is right? I watched my stepdad come home from the hospital, basically comatose from a swelling of the brain. His brain basically burned out but the controls were still there. It was decided not to continue feeding him - that would have meant inserting a tube. Hospice was there to keep him comfortable. To keep him from pain, but to be home with his family around. We don't know if he heard us, but we included him in conversations and told him we loved him. It was incredibly hard but we managed.

So we're back from Costco and the last of the stuff got into the garage before the rain started. I lit the fire and am going to go out and read when I get this posted. It feels so cold outside. The snow level is supposed to come down to 500 feet. We're at 62 feet. I just want to be warm. Nothing else but warm today. Heck I even have socks on. 

So peace to all.

Da bunny

I hate cancer.

25 Feb. 2011 
Sharon died today at age 36. She passed away peacefully and quietly. God bless you Sharon and hold your family in the palm of his hand. 
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A girl that I've known on a message board for many years was dx'ed with breast cancer about a year ago.
Today her husband posted on her facebook page that she has decided to stop all treatment and go home on hospice. She is 35 years old, has a husband and 3 year old son.

Pinks and blues being sent out to Sharon.

PUI--- medicine makes it in vino veritas

Somewhere over the last 2 days I have managed to pull a muscle or two on the left side of my ribcage. I thought it might be pleurisy (an inflammation of the pleural tissue that surrounds the lung) but I have no other symptoms, i.e. fever, cough, feeling miserable. So I am stuck with a majorly sore left side. Not only does it hurt like a mofo, it makes driving inconvenient. All those muscles that you use to turn the wheel, yeah, those---are all connected. So with the pain already in the right shoulder, now I have the left ribcage to deal with. Crap. Crap. Crap. 

We have rain! Hooray. I love it as long as I don't have to drive in it, put gas in my car in it, or get out and walk in it. All of which I had to do this morning. I was not a happy camper. Today's post (if you can't tell already) is not a happy camper post. 

I am awaiting some books from a book club that I think I joined. I hope it doesn't take forever for the books to get here. They are non fiction and religious. Yep, something to delve into before I finally make that leap to grad school. I am going to check out other schools besides the one I applied to and see what I can make of them. Better to keep the options open. 

Well I've wallowed enough. Time to go light the fireplace, throw some big ole logs on and enjoy catching up with all the stuff I've DVR'ed. 

Peace. 

Ack Ack Ack Ack Ack Ack

(not the anti aircraft artillery that was shot from Axis locations against American aircraft).


I just read about a Valentine's Tea given by a blogger who drives me up the wall. She took pictures and honest to goodness it looked like someone hit the 99¢ Store and used it to decorate. She's violently against women working, yet I bet when she went to the market she was waited upon by a woman who has to work to help support her family because she's not a godly Stay At Home Wife. Personally I don't enjoy staying at home. I wish I could be in a classroom learning. I tried teaching, it didn't work for me. But I love learning. 

 

No big plans for Valentines Day. I think I'll read some liturgical history and see where it leads me. I am still waiting for my 5 books to get here. Then I have to start packing. I keep saying that don't I? 

I am having an awful lot of trouble with my shoulder. It hurts so bad. At night I am taking a muscle relaxer and a pain pill to get to sleep. It's bad enough I have to sleep on my left side because it's too painful to sleep on the right. And last night I had the strangest dreams.  German shepherd dog chasing and playing with horses in a field. I have no freaking idea. Odd. I am not a horse person. They are too big for me. 

The errand husband is watching Star Trek NG. It's one that brings back Denise Crosby- yesterday's enterprise. I don't think I'll watch much of it.

Well life goes on. Oh yeah, the social butterfly is going to go to Chicago in March. Flying WN back and forth. Good price and no baggage fees. 

So it's time to get things going. 
Peace and I leave you with this thought from the Book of Micah:


“And what does the LORD require of you? To act justly and to love mercy and towalk humbly with your God.” – Micah 6:8

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Yesterday the social butterfly and I were driving to Costco and we saw a gaggle of helicopters up in the sky. They were hovering over the Airport Courthouse where Ms Lindsay Lohan was going to appear. Honestly isn't there more important news going on in this city than a washed up actress who got popped for stealing a necklace? They didn't do that when Winona Ryder shoplifted. Of course in a city where Charlie Sheen can order 30K worth of cocaine and get all messed up and not get arrested for it, who knows? But if it were you or me you'd be sure we'd be in the big house sweating out whether or not we'd survive the next shower. Things are different for the rich and semi famous aren't they?



I've had some bad days recently. Just felt like I was at the bottom of the well and looking up. Hopefully getting back on the meds will make a difference. I take 7 pills every morning and 4 at night. 4 are Rx. Like my mom says getting old ain't for sissies.



So peace to all of you. Fair skies and following seas. No turbulence in the blues.

What a klutz

As I sit here pondering on this subject, my 8 lb dog is barking like mad at the closed door. Ever since dogs moved in next door he's been acting odd. I think he was used to being the king of this end of the block. I thank God that he doesn't howl at the sirens like they do. What happened to my mild mannered little schnook?

So Sunday I was getting ready to cook my brats and baked beans for the party we were going to and I was in the kitchen. I was wearing some flat shoes that have an odd bottom and I must have moved my foot wrong. I went down like a sack of potatos, reached my hand out for support and landed on my daughters box of cupcakes. I annihilated them. Literally smashed the 4 that were in the box. Frosting spread all over it. I got up and cursed a blue streak and didn't initially feel very bad. Now 3 days later I am in misery. My mid back feels like it's in a cramp, and my shoulders hurt too. It's time to take a muscle relaxant I guess. Then I won't cook. That's ok. I'll take my chances. 

We went to a Super Bowl party and took my mom along. She had a good time and my friend's husband was amazed at all the knowledge she had about the game. We of course were thrilled that the Packers won. It was a crazy game but it was well played. 

I have a bottle of pomegranate margaritas that I'd like to try tonight. But I think if I mix that with muscle relaxants, I might go on a PUI rampage on some websites. Get me banned for life. LOL.

Nothing else exciting happening around here. I've got to start packing book boxes. Then I'll hit the garage and then the rest of the house. I have to have 4K minimum stashed by April 1. I hate the thought of moving. 

Oh I love this airplane. It was the first plane I ever flew on. 44 years ago. Time flies when you're having fun. I flew it from AUW to ORD via GRB. 

So have a good one and stay out of trouble. Don't be like me and go commenting on some old broads blog where she extols the joys of being a SAHW and sitting in poorly made Victorian knockoffs and drinking tea in a tent made of bedsheets. Education is for the birds and boys. And college is not for any good Christian lady. :::: slinking off to the living room to watch Stargate Sg-1 now :::::