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Why is it?
There are people who seem to go through life without many glitches. Then others seem to live in a constant state of upheaval. I try to at least keep it somewhere in-between. I know from 56 years of experience that the more I try to keep things on an even keel-the more things pop-up to throw a wrench into the smooth sounding motor that is my life.
Its things such as:
Why is it doctors order expensive tests that need to be done when you're trying not to add anything more to your credit card's monthly bill?
Why is it that while someone you know takes just as many prescriptions as you do, they seem to have hit the lottery of only needing "inexpensive" drugs-while you are sure that your list seems to have been formed by diseases that are only treatable with bottles costing over $50.
Why is it some of us pet parents seem to be lucky enough to only need to go to our family vet once a year for a check-up and booster shots. Others-well, they spend more on keeping their beloved fur babies healthy that they do for the human members of the family.
Why is it many people amble along rarely even catching a cold while some people seem to have been born with immune systems that maybe should have seen fit to add a bubble home around them? They've always got some ghastly thing going on in some part of their glands or have somehow hurt themselves in ways that make you wonder if they somehow missed the day of fetal formation that included strong bone structure.
Why is it while every family has to have one person that should be registered as "trouble-causer" on their government ID cards-some families and their "trouble-causer" seem to have to constantly be both reprimanding them and working with them to get them out of their latest social disaster?
Why is it people are attracted to someone very unlike themselves?
Now, I'm not saying all men do this, but why is it important to watch as many loud and awful movies, TV shows or TV movies as humanly possible? Why is it that watching something good is a foreign concept?
Why is it women-since I am an anomaly, love to go shopping? I don't get it. There is one thing I will never, ever need: Retail Therapy. Now, meet me at a really good coffee place or a produce market and then I understand. I love checking out produce. That I understand. Coffee, I understand.
Why is it a doctor's office reminds you of an appointment with a taped message that you cannot understand anything they're saying?
And with that, I'm thinking it's time to close my rant on "Why is it?"
How to Make Sure You Have a Popular Blog
Sometimes coming up with what to write about week after week gets a bit difficult. I Googled it and Google told me I'm far from alone on this matter and gave me the following suggestions on how to make sure I write what people want to read about most:
Everyone, young and old, love to read a list. According to Google just pick a subject and a number and write one. Fine. Here is my "list" of 5 things no one will ever see or hear of me doing: smoking, taking illegal drugs, drinking alcohol, wearing stilettos and shopping for shoes with a smile on my face. You heard it here first.
Everyone loves to have easy-peasy directions on a variety of things. Here's mine on how to get help with household chores. Not that I'm recommending it, because it's more of a "pain" than I can describe but my simplest directions on this subject: Get hurt. That's it. Once hurt those around you have either got to pitch in or forget having clean clothes, dishes, meals (you are sensing a pattern here, right?), etc...
Again, according to Google, reviews on just about anything will have people running to your blog for no particular reason. Here are some of the suggestions that you could become a quasi-expert on: Products, other people's websites, books, movies, music, anything to do with food and so on...The possibilities are truly endless.
I'm finding people love my photos on animals and grandkids the best. But, believe it or not, the photo of a hot air balloon that had a "nail" in it was popular as well. Really.
5. Current Events
What’s going on in the world? Before I was lucky enough to have paying assignments I wrote a lot of blogs that stemmed from current events. They were very thought provoking-loved getting comments and e-mails about them.
We all have tips! Whether it's your way of keeping your whites even whiter, curing a migraine without the use of Botox or getting your picky eater to try a "spoonful" of something other than sugar-spill the beans!
Here's mine: When making cupcakes for birthdays, bake sales or just because you feel like snacking on cake batter, rather than frosting them, get some sprinkles or metallic sugar crystals and put them on the batter before baking! They come out looking quite special and there are no messy hands, faces, tables and chairs to clean up.
At times all of us need suggestions on what to wear, who to include/exclude to the next soiree, what new food find will help whatever ails you. Not that anyone really cares what you say-but it could get you this this trustworthy recommendation:
MIND YOUR OWN BEEZ-WAX!
And with that last bit, I sure do hope this turns out to be a very popular blog! After all, I've included quite a few brilliant points of interest in one compact post.
Cold you say?
I've never understood how folks in the "four seasons" areas of the country survive. Especially when they declare their love of snow. Maybe it's because I've never been fond of any temperature below 65. But what exactly do those of you east of let's say, Arizona get out of below freezing marks on your outdoor thermometers, blizzards, shoveling your cars out (okay, I'm sure the last mentioned gives you a great workout) and wearing outerwear that makes you look like Frosty getting ready to stand guard for the night?
I both admire your stamina and feel amazed at it at the same time!
Steve and I watched the news reports on Minnesota's population being able to throw water up in the air and having it come down in solid form-How no one could be outside and take a drink before the water froze in the bottle.
While it may have looked "cool" (sorry about the groaner of a pun here) I cannot fathom why anyone would not be looking for ANY way out of the entire state! I also saw the amount of people who did want to leave and couldn't because it was too dangerous to fly and too slippery to drive on the roads.
This won't be a popular blog, I know. Our daughter Sarah always loves to take the boys on a snow weekend during our brief winter weather. Flagstaff is only a short drive and there's plenty of snow there and in nearby Williams. The boys love sledding down a slope all bundled up to the point where they can barely roll off their make shift snow sleds.
A few years back we came out for a visit and went with them to do the Polar Express. It was COLD. I couldn't move any joint in my body. It hurt. And then we had to sit on a 100 year old train and visit "the North Pole". Felt exactly as I imagined it would, let me tell you.
Thank goodness the delight on those two little munchkins faces almost made up for the fact that it took me two days to thaw out once we came back to Anthem!
This year, while we've had a few days of 32 degree nights and mornings-the rest of the time we've thankfully been in the mid 60's-70's. Lots of sun, little rain and that's fine by me.
In fact, today had me venturing out to our local Wal-Mart to pick up a few things and I went into my car without my hoodie. I arrived at my destination to realize that the howling wind was swirling so hard that our trash cans had blown over and my car let me know that it was a mere 56 outside. Checked my phone and it told me that the wind-chill factor was making the air feel like it was 42.
Brrrr. It's supposed to warm up quite nicely later on, about 77. Lucky's waiting for her walk. She's been wearing her hoodie since Steve put her out potty at 7 this morning.
Nope, I'm not a fan of cold. Glad our so-called winter is coming to an end. In fact, Steve was already thinking we should start using those coffee ground "logs" he bought for the fire pit next week. If we wait too much longer we'll be back to having 112 during the day and skimming 100 at night.
Good. My 15 year old leather coat has been worn twice in the last 3 years and I don't want to have to find a specialty cleaner to correct its overuse.
We all know that I have a love/hate relationship going on with computers. This "thing" allows me to write/submit/get paid (no matter how little) and perform my personal form of art. However, it also causes me great amounts of frustration!
Okay, maybe it's the age of my current co-worker-I've been using it since 2008 and I think that unfortunately may be the answer for my problems. What's been going on now you might be curious enough to ask?
1-It has deemed Blogger.com as a possibly dangerous site. (No, I'm not kidding)
2-Some cyber friends and I, upon the magazine site we found each other on shutting down, formed our own private site and have continued to enjoy our relationship/friendships-until about a month ago. That's when my computer decided that it was "dangerous" and began bouncing me off and closing my internet use!
3-As if that's not enough, it has declared that my own Word attachments and anyone else who sends them to me are "corrupt, dangerous and have been de-activated".
Now as for what Steve has tried to do to correct these sudden anomalies: First off, he cleared my cookies out. He re-ran the security scans and defragmented the entire thing-despite it being done on its own at least once a week. He checked to be sure that a virus and any spyware didn't somehow get by that said security program and last (at least with Blogger) he followed the trail that they said might help.
It didn't. In fact, none of it helped. And no, I did not have any nasty things latching on to anything in the entire universe of this computer!
I had to send e-mails to my friends and let them know that I'm no longer allowed on our site. Darn, I'm missing all the good stuff and no longer am able to share my latest events either. Not the same when you send out a blanket e-mail.
In desperation, I posted a thread on my FaceBook page hoping someone on my friends list might know of something I could do-I received sympathy, but little else.
Personally, I think when you're a totally inept person in the world of technology that these items feel your fear and prey on them.
Whatever it is, if anyone feels my pain and wants to commiserate OR better yet, have a suggestion or two as to how to correct what's been going on SPILL IT AND SHARE!
As most of you have gathered, our family holiday festivities were over by the end of the first week of December-but that doesn’t stop the errands and such from being hectic around here!
At the moment, Steve took the boys off my hands and treated them to a movie and popcorn with grandpa.
I’m here catching up on e-mails and setting up appointments from 3 days back! Plus I’m pet-sitting our son’s shelties. Quite a job since Billy is leaving deposits on our brown area rug (ew) and our Lucky is basically telling her friends “don’t go near here-it’s mine, all mine” with deposits of the liquid kind near the water bowl. (ew)
Lily is refusing to come in off the patio. Sigh.
The worst of it all? My shoulder is completely blown. Yes, seeing the shoulder surgeon on Thursday morning and having an MRI on it Friday morning. I’m requesting a hand surgeon while I’m at it-no sense leaving those latest trigger fingers out of the surgical mix since this time they‘re all on the same side.
Don’t actually know what they will or won’t suggest, but I’m thinking that since I’m unable to raise this arm without provoking blinding spasms that something past a steroid shot (both haven’t worked) and physical therapy (which also hasn’t worked) is in desperate need.
I don’t do this often, but I’m taking the rest of the week off to enjoy my family and pain (yes, I’m totally sarcastic about the later).
May you all have the happiest of celebrations with nothing but good health.
And, if I wind up taking New Year’s week off-see you next year in 2014!
Nothing Wrong With a Good Wash
A couple of weeks ago our older grandsons, Dylan and Aidan, had a half day at school and I picked them up before lunch. It was cold! One of our very rare 47 degree days and they asked to go to the park.
Not wanting to sit in the house myself, but not wanting to sit at the park in the cold and wind either I made the ever famous parental promise of "let's have lunch and see if it warms up. If it does, then yes, we'll even take Lucky!"
After lunch was eaten and dishes put away-we took the "temperature" check while Lucky took a potty break in the yard. It was still pretty cool-my phone said we had now hit 52 at 1 p.m...
It was either we all bundled up or (Lord help me!) sit in house while the boys played PBS kids games on my computer, colored or watched TV.
I opted for the first. We put on coats and gloves (Lucky just her jacket) and we walked across to the pocket park. I looked at the boys and said, "you know, I've lived here a year and I don't know what's in the wash-why don't we take a hike?"
They thought this was a good idea and off we trucked down to what was the closest thing to a path. At the fork, Aidan decided we should go left-as long as the next time Dylan could pick to go right.
Off we went. It was beautiful out there. Lots of Saguaro cacti, lots of other desert flora. We also saw a few teenagers who were going in the opposite direction. And one very retro dune buggy. We all just kept walking.
Then I looked left and realized that I could see our friends' backyard! Uh-oh. In "beeline" terms-we were at least 2 or more miles from home! I didn't tell the boys. But I did say we need to look for the path back to home.
Thankfully Aidan found one a few minutes later. Yep, there was our friends home-about a ¼ of a mile going back toward our home! Then it happened.
First, the 1-1/2 year old Chihuahua gave up and cried to be picked up. Then the 6 year old said he was tired and wanted to rest, followed by his 5 year old brother.
I just kept saying things such as: "If I can make it, so can you", "You mean the two of you are going to let your arthritic and old grandma out walk you?" And, "Listen boys, we don't have too much farther to go and it's hot chocolate with whipped cream and chocolate chip cookies when we get there."
It was working, in spurts. Except Lucky didn't care. I wound up carrying my 6-1/2 pound pup all two miles.
I thought they'd take a nap. No. Warned our daughter that they'd probably be willing to go to bed really early and would sleep well too. No.
All in all, the 4 of us had a good time, enjoyed finding out what was on the "other side of our street" and yes, we're looking forward to going toward the right very soon.
This time though-I'm setting a timer for 20 minutes.