T.V. Family

I am a little behind the times, I am only now starting to watch the Gilmore Girls.  It’s a good show and I love binge watching on Netflix.  I’ve always appreciated the T.V. Family.  What I mean by that is the teenage pregnancy that has the perfect babies that make it look so easy to have a baby.  The perfect relationships between the mothers and daughters.  The fact that no matter what the issue serious or angry is completely all good in 30 minutes or less.

My daughter and I basically get along because we know what hot buttons to avoid.  But I see the Gilmore Girls and wish that we had that easy go lucky relationship.  I love the shows that aren’t reality these days, but they make me sad.  I would love to have a relationship like on Gilmore Girls.  I’d love to have the manly men of Sons of Anarchy or the hunky doctors off of Grey’s Anatomy.  Also I love the shows regarding the magic you know like Charmed…  Am I dating myself? But I really like the idea of summoning my mother who passed away when I was only 7.

Ok enough of the morbid thoughts.  I am going to enjoy watching Gilmore Girls which I consider my dirty little pleasure.

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Laid off

Yep, it’s happening to me.  I’ve been at this company for 21 years.  And last Thursday, my boss and my union rep pulled our small office of 6 people in for a meeting.  At which point my boss read a paragraph off of a piece of paper, stating that in 90 days if we haven’t found a job within the company we would no longer be employed.  By the way, the 90 days is 12/13/17.  So 2 weeks before Christmas I will in all likelihood be unemployed.  Merry Christmas to me!

The cherry on top of this cake is, there are no jobs to open locally.  And honestly I’ve been searching and there aren’t any jobs to relocate to either.  So…  I’ve given 21 years of my life to AT&T and they are laying me off.  I’m 9 years away from retirement and I have to start over.  My hubby is thankfully very supportive and he thinks that everything will be ok.  But he has spent has career following his wants and happiness.  If he didn’t like a company he was working for he would just go and get a new job.  I have walked through fire for this company.  I worked for people that sent me home in tears every night they were so horrible.  I’ve worked through illness and pain, I’ve missed kid milestones all in the name of this company.  And now they are kicking me to the curb like a piece of trash.  This is how I’m being repaid for my 21 years of loyalty.

I sit here watching the cursor blink trying to decide what else I want to say and frankly I’m too down and out.

What a weekend!

It’s been an interesting weekend.  We get up Saturday morning, we are going to go riding on the bike.  We are going to sign up for the Bikers for Babies rally next weekend.  We come out of the house and the bike won’t start.  So we get the tools out and jump start the bike.  Yay! We jump on the bike and ride down to the Indian Dealership and get signed up.  We take off for lunch and then a nice leisurely ride around town.  Next thing I know my hubby is pulling over, I ask him what’s wrong and he says “We’ve got a flat.” We get pulled over and sure enough the bike tire is flat!  Call the insurance and get a tow home.

Now it’s Sunday, we get up and I’m making breakfast.  I notice it’s getting stuffy and warm in the RV, so assuming my hubby has turned up the temperature on the AC I go over to adjust the temp.  But wait, what is this? The temp is already turned down and the AC isn’t running? That’s when I notice that the circuit has been tripped.  So I turned it back on and it’s making the same horrible noise the one upstairs made right as it was breaking.  So I turned it off real quick and the hubby went on the roof and sure enough the living room AC is broken!!!

Later that afternoon our landlord comes by, he’s going to be doing some road repair work and we will need to move our truck.  So the hubby goes out to move it and lo and behold it won’t start.  Now because it’s a one ton truck, it has 2 batteries.  Both dead as door nails.  So we try and hook up one battery, won’t start.  We hook up the 2nd battery and nope, won’t start.  Finally had to go and get the landlord.  Hooked up both batteries and finally got it started.  Let the truck run while we went to the movies and had dinner.  Finally managed to get through the weekend.

Why?

Ok I know this a hot bed of opinion and I’m not trying to start a crap storm, but I have a question.  Why? In this age of political correctness, why?

When my daughter was a teenager, she had a gaggle of girlfriends.  For the most part I liked them.  There were a few I wouldn’t have mind slapping, but for the most part they were a good bunch.  There is one in particular who is still around and there have been some very drastic changes.  After high school, her friend came out of the closet.  Did I or any of her other friends have a problem with this? Nope, not a one.  This was not dramatic to us, as long as our friend is happy we are happy.  Then this past year, she posted on Facebook, that she was not happy as a girl and started her transformation to a boy.  Again myself nor my daughter have a problem with this.  Apparently there were some people in her life that did have a problem and said things to her.  She didn’t elaborate but made a request via FB.  Her request was to acknowledge her becoming a man, to call her and make reference to going forward as a he.  Again I don’t have a problem with any of this.  Now it’s post after post about being transgender.  My question is this, why?  If you want to be seen as a man, why do you go around belting out that your transgender? Because shortly after all this a post was made that if you don’t reference me as a man, then get out of my life.  Which is fine, but then why go around posting and talking about being transgender? If you want to be seen as a man, why would you remind everyone that you were a woman?

First of all isn’t this private? Don’t we have anything that’s private? Like I need to know what’s going on in your pants? Your bedrooms?   Frankly I don’t even want or need to know what you’re having for dinner, but I can handle that.  I really don’t need to know what’s going in your “private” life.  It just confuses me that if you want me to know you as a man, why would you tell me that you used to be a woman? Why wouldn’t you introduce yourself as a man and leave it at that?  I mean honestly if I don’t want to be judged about something, guess what I don’t say anything about it.

I’m sure this a naive and some would say bigoted opinion.  And truly it’s not, I’m just curious.

Stuck!

Ok, who here has gotten a song stuck in their head and they can’t get it out???  Me that’s who!!! I have on a loop in my head “this is Major Tom from ground control” I can hear the singers voice and everything.

I literally just sang it out loud without even thinking about it in the office bathroom.  (insert laughter here) Yes I was the weirdo in the bathroom stall, singing out loud in a room, with great acoustics, entertaining others while they pee.

I mean it’s the Friday before a 3 day weekend, thank goodness!  So I’m sorry to say that attendance to my concert was low.  I’m going to blame it on the promoter.  Isn’t that how that goes?  Hopefully I’ll be able to move on with life without this becoming the song that they will play at my funeral.  I mean I like the song and all but for crying out loud!

This is why I torture my husband with the song “Escape”…  Anyone who is not a millennial, will understand the reference to “do you like pina coladas?” Ok who didn’t sing that as they read it?

Ok to avoid complaining or turning into a Hallmark card wishing everyone a Happy Labor Day weekend, I think I’m going to sign off now.

 

Breakout!

Help, I’m in a rut and I can’t get out.  I mean we live in the Midwest not exactly a mecca for culture.  Our activities are dictated by the weather, our level of exhaustion etc.  I mean seriously we live it up in the summer, we boat and we ride the motorcycle.  During the winter, we usually stay close to home and possibly go to the movies.  That’s what I mean about a rut, we do 2 things during the summer and a few things during the winter. Usually the same thing I did last season.

Oh my, I’ve taken my night meds and they are kicking my butt, I want to finish this post but I don’t think it’s going to happen my eyes are closing as we speak…

Solar Eclipse 2017

I hope everyone enjoyed the Eclipse.  Mine turned out okay, but for a while there it was “crazy”.  My friend Brandy (the one who got me kicked out of a pilates studio) calls me and says how about we make a weekend of it in Marshall for the Eclipse? My dumb ass says sure sounds fun!

The plan was to take our truck camper and go as 2 couples to an RV park in Marshall which was in the direct path of the eclipse.  We were going to make a weekend of it, hanging out, going to the Jim the Wonder Dog Museum etc.  Which by the way look up Jim the Wonder Dog, very interesting. We had a few other activities that were possible, but we’d decide as time allowed.

So we get down there and get camp set up.  Being as it is only adults and it’s a hot Saturday afternoon, we had some cocktails.  Well my friends see my hubby and I being lovey and she wants that from her hubby.  He doesn’t take the hint and spends more time talking to my hubby than paying attention to his wife.  So needless to say she gets upset and starts making comments and basically picking at her husband because she’s upset.

As the evening wears on she’s picking at her hubby and he’s starting to get mad.  So she’s upset and now he’s upset.  Brandy and I make a quick trip to Walmart for a few things and we talk and I get her talked off of the ledge, or so I thought.  We get back to camp and Brandy is still picking at her hubby who has now gotten enraged! My hubby and I go into the camper to get some water and when we come back out Ed is gone and Brandy is sitting there.

When asked about her husband, Brandy says I don’t know where he went, I think he’s in the tent will you go ask him to come back and hang out with us? My husband obliges which just enrages Ed further.  He then starts cussing and screaming about me of all people, then he moves on to include my husband and then last but not least he starts cussing out his own wife.  As he’s running his mouth at the top of his lungs, my husband has him pinned to the ground and keeps saying nothing but “Calm down”.  Then he starts threatening to shoot us, starting with me and working his way down the list.  I start looking for his pants to get the car keys but it’s dark and I can’t find them.

He calms down and my husband lets him up.  Ed jumps up, grabs their tent starts ripping it apart and then proceeds to pick it up and throw it across the camp site.  He grabs his pants, takes out his keys and heads to the car, which I know contains a gun.  Ed jumps in the car, starts it and puts in drive where he guns the engine and comes within an inch of ramming our truck.  At this point Brandy starts running toward the car screaming and grabs the door handle.  That’s when Ed slams the car into reverse and lays the gas pedal on the floor as he spins out of the campsite dragging his wife.  My hubby and I scream at her to let go which she does and face plants into the gravel.  She’s not seriously hurt, just some bruises and a few small cuts. We pick her up, bring her into the camper and get her cleaned up and put to bed.  There are a few other details but trust me no one wants to hear them.

The next morning a friend of ours who was staying at Brandy’s house to watch their dogs for the weekend, drives in with needed meds and clothes for Brandy.  We decide to cut the weekend short, get Brandy packed up and sent off with her other friend and then me and the hubby packed up and went home.  We didn’t do a big production for the eclipse, but we did get to spend it together, drama free.

Self Help

Who remembers the “self help” craze of the 90s? I do and it’s still there just in different forms.  Now instead of going to the store to buy some book that will bore you to tears, but will bring you great enlightenment, you can Google whatever it is you need help with.  Amazing isn’t it?

For many years I had hyperthyroidism, which means that I was running on high for most of my life.  My internal temperature was so high I literally wore shorts and flip flops with snow on the ground and was perfectly comfortable.  It was a crime against nature if anyone turned my thermostat above 68 degrees.  Winter or summer didn’t matter.  Then by pure accident it was discovered that my thyroid was enlarged, I had a goiter that was literally about to choke me to death.  So my thyroid was removed and literally my internal heater was closed down for good.  My husband is upset by this because he loved putting his cold hands and feet on me to warm up.  I digress, so now I’m dealing with the issues that come with having no thyroid.  Some of the few things are, drop in temperature, I no longer feel comfortable in shorts outside in the winter.  I’ve gained over 50 pounds (which makes me very sad, what woman wouldn’t be?) and I shed hair worse than a long haired cat.

I spent the better part of a year with personal trainers, going to workout at least 3 times a week etc and nada.  Not 1 ounce of weight loss.  Yes I know that diet contributes to this as well.  Before my thyroid was removed I could drop up to 5 pounds a week with the right diet and exercise.  Now? Well not much changes with either or both of those things.  Instead heading to the self help isle, which now appears to have a stigma most people don’t bother to address, they merely hop onto their laptop or phone and Google what information they are looking for.  Honestly though I think we still need the self help isle, because no matter what symptoms you “Google” either it comes back your fine or you you’re dying from cancer.  I know it’s not that simple but there is a LOT of scary information on the world wide web and guess what? Not all of it’s true!!!  That’s the most shocking of all isn’t it?   So maybe we should stop relying on the internet so much and go back to good old fashioned books that the authors have taken the time to research their information before they printed off the books for public consumption? Ah well, maybe I should Google those statistics?

Pee

I’m a middle aged woman and sadly things aren’t working quite like they used to.   Even 10 short years ago (insert laughter here) my body was working better and more efficiently than it does now.  Back in my 20’s I could go out with friends, drink till the wee hours, come home get an hour or two worth of sleep, bounce right up and go to work the next morning.  Now I drink till I get a buzz or worse get full on drunk and I’m hungover for at least 3 days.  As the kids say WTH?

As a middle aged woman, I’ve also been pregnant twice and had 2 lovely children.  Sadly that act while coveted by many and considered a beautiful part of life, tears your body up!  My daughter for instance back in her teens and I was in my 30’s walked into my bathroom where I was just finishing up my shower.  She looks at my naked chest and says “Mom, you should get a boob job, they are hanging kind of low.”   I started laughing and replied “You did this to me so you should pay for the boob job, also can’t wait till you have kids because then you will realize my pain.” She shook her head and left the room.

Fast forward 10 years…  My daughter is now an adult and mother of 2 beautiful girls.  At which point she says to me “Mom, my boobs are non existent! These girls ruined my body!” I couldn’t help myself, I burst out laughing and reminded her of the bathroom conversation from years ago.  She smiled and apologized.

Back to the subject at hand, it’s nearing the end of summer and I’ve spent the morning at work sneezing my butt off…  And toward the end of the sneeze fest, they were getting pretty hard and then the worst started happening.  I sneezed and at the same time peed a little.  I was like WHAT?!?!? This is what life has come to? I pee when I sneeze? One just has to wonder what is going to break down next? It’s almost like a watching a movie, waiting to see what goes next?

Eating healthy?

First off why does such a phrase as “eating healthy” even exist? I know I’ve stated it before that I’m fat and I am, but how did I get this way? I know some of it’s genetics and my health.  The majority of it is what I eat.  I love soda, sweets, carbs, meat and potatoes…  Anything that tastes yummy and that I crave contains a ton of stuff that I don’t need.  WHY?

The hubby and I have had numerous conversations about why eating healthy is so much harder and more expensive than eating crap.  You would think that fresh fruits and vegetables would be cheaper than something that was processed and packaged.  Right? I mean there are no factories needed to process anything on the fresh side right? Most fruits aren’t packaged so no cost there right? I know we are being naive and probably dense about the whole food packaging process but still, basic common sense would tell you that if I pick an apple off of a tree and drive it to a store and sell it????  Isn’t that cheaper than picking said apple, taking it to a factory where it has to run through a bunch of machines that will wash it, skin it, cut it up and put it into something else.  Then ship it to another plant where it’s put into a card board box of some kind.

I wonder why the yummy stuff is cheaper and so much worse for you than say fruit and vegetables? I want to eat healthier, my husband is always on my back to eat healthier.  But frankly he doesn’t get how hard it is to cook for 1 person.  He also doesn’t want to understand how much more work goes into prepping fresh everything, not to mention how much more money it will cost to do that.  Plus I don’t want to go to the store every other day? Who does?  I’ve also seen information about the salads that you buy when you are out and how they have more sugar and/or carbs in it than something prepared at home…  How is that possible? I mean if you are using the same fresh ingredients? (sigh) I just wish that I could make a carrot stick and cucumber slice taste as good as say a bowl of ice cream and/or a piece of pizza.