So no I haven’t fallen off the face of the Earth, but I did expect to be back up and fully functional way before now.
Hope to be back soon!
We are working on getting the issue resolved.
Sorry for the lack of posts 
We’ve been having some severe thunderstorms lately. Everything is fine, but, also had power outages from them. That’s why I have not blogged in a couple of days.
Compliments. As I said in my previous Q&A from Creative Writers Anonymous, I think my self-image is moderate to moderately high. I don’t think I’m horrendous, but I’m not going to say I’m the greatest thing since sliced bread, either. That just isn’t my style. I’m realistic about my looks and my body in general.
Growing up I had more abusive language spewed at me than those of high regard, but even as a small child, though it hurt, I knew better. Because those who would give me positive connotations, were genuine and loved me. So I trusted them over anything “bad” I was told. But of course, even if you don’t believe the harshness of others, it’s still quite painful to endure.
I often wonder why it is that I find it incredibly difficult to accept compliments from others now. Whether they are from strangers or people I know well and hold dear. I never believed saying “thank you” was sufficient enough for a response. Not only that, today I discussed with my friend Shannon, how someone I did not know, saw my photo and said I have “intoxicating beauty.” My initial response (after I choked on my drink) was “Pfft.” Now, I didn’t say this to the person who complimented me. I will give a simple “thank you” but, no, I didn’t believe it.
Moose and I have an Iguana. His name is Rocky. We love the Belligerent Little Bastard™ but he’s incredibly skittish! He does NOT like to be handled. More than that, he’s very fussy with his food. Just like a little child. He loves “normal” green beans, special (seasoned) green beans, and zucchini.
He will throw his own lizard “fit” when he feels like as well. Giving us the evil eye (really, he squints, lowers his head then whips his tail if he’s upset).
What always amazes us, is when he throws his little lizard tantrum, because *now* he’s ready for food, one of us will get it for him. He takes his King Lizard Stance™ on his plate, with narrowed eyes, waits on us to bring his food. We show him his plate, open the door, and the little turd hauls ass and RUNS off to the opposite side of his cage and up the side! This happens on a regular basis, too.
Neither Moose nor I understand it. But I think I hit the nail on the head this afternoon …
** Rocky does his “spazzy thing” **
Loon: He must get that from your side of the family
:: Moose looks up from his reading ::
Loon: Has to be! I mean really, no one on MY side would ever run *from* food!
Moose: *chuckled* but said nothing in his own defense
Loon wins! Loon wins! The Crowd goes wild *cheers*
I am fairly new to reading Kit Courteney’s blog, but she wants to get delve into the minds and hearts of her readers. She has written a novel and is optimistic (as she should be!) of getting it published. She is new to blogging, but she will keep things real. So join her on her new blogging adventure, won’t you? I’m certain she won’t disappoint 
She has ever-so-kindly given me this award
It’s somewhat of a round-robin award tagging
Rules are as follows
1) Put the logo on my blog.
2) Add a link to the person who awarded me.
3) Nominate 7 other blogs.
4) Add links to those blogs on mine.
5) Leave a message for my nominees on their blogs.
Now, finding many people to give the award to is not difficult. Giving it to JUST 7, is! But I will try to do my best.
Thank you Kit for your consideration and kindness! (Aren’t I awfully polite for a foul-mouthed Yankee?) Hey! I never said I didn’t have manners
Once upon a time, in a chat room far, far away. Back when computers ran on 14.4 baud dial-up and AOL chat rooms were still shiny and new, something magical happened. A young woman was surfing through the lists of rooms. She found one in the ‘Romance’ category and thought to herself
Should I even bother? I’m not looking for ‘romance.’ But I *am* a romantic at heart…What the hell!
And with that fateful click, she entered the room and found a lot of fun, interesting conversation.
People accepted her as the “youngest roomie” overall. She made some friends quickly. The room was primarily full of women, with a few men here and there. Though she was friendly with nearly everyone, one man in particular, caught her attention…
Incredibly intelligent, loving father, always made people laugh, cared about his friends, generous, brutally honest, charming, excellent taste in music, read more than the TV Guide, self-sufficient (ie; not a mama’s boy), resilient, hard worker, had an amazingly sexy accent … and among other things, he was single!
They became good friends. Had a lot in common. Talked about their lives and families regularly. She opened up to him about a great deal she never told anyone else. It felt comfortable speaking to him. They even spoke in IM’s and on the phone privately, away from the chat room.
Six months had gone by since she first joined that chat room. He saw her photo, she hadn’t seen his yet. She didn’t care. She was going to tell him that she wanted to meet! She’d ask for his picture later, if he agreed to meeting.
But wait…
She couldn’t possibly tell him she was interested.
They lived 2,000 miles away and besides, he was older than her by twenty-one years.
She had always felt more at ease with men older than herself. Even though she hadn’t kissed anyone yet. Let alone ‘date’ anyone. But, no. Surely this guy would think she was out of her damn mind if she admitted her attraction to him!
No. No.That’s not going to happen. What the hell was she thinking?
And then he wrote to her in the room
I take my music *Very* seriously. It’s true. Too seriously, perhaps. I consider myself to have eclectic tastes in genres and artists. Since the artists are really too numerous to write, I’ll list genres you can find me listening to and/or singing along with on a regular basis;
Classical, Classic Rock, Soft Rock, Soft [ballad] Pop, Motown, Classic Soul, Folk Rock, Easy Listening, Swing, Golden Oldies, Modern Country, Classic Country, Jazz, Blues, Latin; (Salsa and Merengue primarily), Reggae, Italian, Celtic, “New-Age” (Pure Moods and the like), Freestyle Dance, 80’s Pop, Some House music, Some Modern R&B (very small doses), Alternative, good Acoustic tunes in any genre and even some head-bangin’ shit when the mood arises.
So, I think I have a fairly wide spectrum of tastes. My age does not stop me from liking music or disliking music. I don’t stick to “bubblegum” pop because *most* people in my age bracket do or would. For the most part, I abhor it. With very few exceptions … I don’t consider Rap to *be* music, so I won’t be discussing that.
I prefer “older” [for lack of a better word] music and their artists to most any current ones. That being said, there are some “older” artists that I cannot tolerate listening to.
I have some posts I want to make - and I will get to them over the next couple of days.
This past weekend I was dealing with severe wisdom tooth pain. I had even contemplated (seriously) having a string tied around it and slam the door LMAO But, Moose was the first to say that wouldn’t be a very good idea. Damn him and his…logic So, no, I didn’t try my at-home-dental care. It was incredibly tempting though! I admit it when it comes to the dentist I am a total baby!
I have gone through more physical pain than anyone ever should endure from surgeries nearly all of my life. And that doesn’t compare to a dentist visit for me. I can go through my operations with flying colors and not flinch. But, you tell me I need a tooth pulled? HA! Not even if you paid me. I will fight it every step of the way (unless it’s infected). Then I would go get meds to clear the infected tooth area and not go back LMFAO!
I am feeling amazingly better today though. Finally. So I have been productive playing catch-up around the house. For a few days, the only time I felt “fine” was when I was asleep! So, when I’m done with that I will play catch-up post wise and blog reading wise too
I had thought for many years (since my early teens), that I had a problem with my thyroid. At the time, the only doctor I had, was my pediatrician. Not an endocrinologist. He said I was “over-reacting” and “far too young” to have anything to worry about. Years passed. My condition worsened. You ever hear of people saying they look at food and gain weight? It literally seemed that way for me. No matter how active I was, or how healthy I ate, I always GAINED weight, rarely ever lost it.
Finally, in 2006, I found a local Endocrinologist. She will be referred to from now on as ‘Dr. P.’ She seemed to be exactly what I needed. Allowed me to self-diagnose and did not criticize, but rather embraced what I had to say and took my input very seriously. She did lab work on my thyroid and my labs came back less than 0.3 That’s beyond “dead” on the scale of thyroids. She actually said “Your thyroid is dead.” So I’m not making that up. 1.3-3.0 is roughly the average T3 range for a functioning thyroid. I had severe hypothyroidism.
She initially put me on 75mcg of Synthroid. Which I thought was rather low considering the extreme case I had according to her, but I went with it. I felt INSTANTLY better! I could focus again, remember things as I once did, I had energy, I felt like myself again. Three months passed, she retested my labs. She said my levels were too high on 75mcg, she lowered me to 50 and I had been at it ever since.
Nine months ago, she tested me for PCOS (Poly Cystic Ovary Syndrome) I told her my periods had always been regular, but, they had always been quite heavy and I would experience what I felt was a pain “in” my ovary. Now, I didn’t really believe it *was* in my ovary, but that was the area I felt it. It wasn’t a standard “cramp” I knew that. So she tested me. I had a pelvic ultrasound done and a trans-vaginal (internal) ultrasound done in the same day. Those tests were going to tell her if I had any physical abnormalities, cysts, fibroids or tumors anywhere near my ovaries. The tests came back negative. No PCOS. I was relieved.
We have been regular customers of McAlister’s Deli My favorite thing to eat, is the Chicken Fajita Spud. Everyone else’s favorite here is the Muffaletta.
While I was playing a game on my PC, Moose was eating a quarter of one and playing on his PC, I spouted out the question; “What would the abbreviated version of muffaletta actually be? Everything has a ’shorthand’ version to it. Surely, muffalettas are no different…”
Nothing was said for a few moments then I added … “I mean it can’t possibly *be* “Muff.” How could it? It has to be ‘letta’ Yep. That’s it. Must be letta.”
Moose finally speaks: Why can’t it be Muff? What’s wrong with muff?
Me: Nothing dear - I just think for *some* people it may be rather awkward to say I’m chowin’ down on some ‘muff’ that’s all…
Moose: Wouldn’t be for me …
Me: Naturally. But as I said *most people* it would be. I mean it wouldn’t be awkward for me to say it either. Only because I say things for shock value all the friggin’ time. So I’d do it just to make jaws drop
Moose: Think about it though…The advertising for it Sink your teeth into a hot juicy muff today I chime in *Dive in today!*
Moose: How long has it been since you’ve had a hot piece of muff? Well that’s too long! Even women would get in on that one!
Me: *LMAO* Yes, they would - AND, don’t forget they could have muff eating competitions side-by-side with hot dog eating competitions!
Moose: Now you’re thinkin!
This is every day conversation in our house.
And so I leave you with one final thought … Muff, it’s what’s for dinner
People are extremely opinionated. Myself especially. I don’t sugar coat, I am vulgar, tactless, sarcastic and to the point. I do and say things for shock value. I express myself without worry - which is what many dream of doing, but hold back out of fear. Some may say I am disrespectful. Granted, I can be that as well, but when I take an issue head on, something I feel strongly and passionately about, it’s a matter of getting the message out there. I may have all the respect in the world for someone even if I disagree with them - so how one perceives my message is up to them.
But now, the matter at hand, having the best of intentions. Relationships tend to be a very sensitive subject for many people. Some are living with rose-colored glasses on 24/7. They are often blinded by “love” or ignorance. Others, are so jaded by past experiences, they can’t get out from under their massive chip [now, boulder] on their shoulder and stop themselves from ever experiencing joy again. Only to wallow in their own self-pity the rest of their lives. Yet, there are others still who take the ebb and flow of life in stride. Sure, they have encountered pain. Maybe even the dreaded “heartbreak,” but they allow themselves to move on and continue to give love a try.
Internet and Long Distance Relationships in general, are becoming more common as time goes on. They are still quite difficult to endure. Possible, but difficult! It has to do with those involved. How much effort they are willing to put into it or not. Of course there are other matters which may cause any relationship to ultimately end, but the primary strength or weakness of one has to do with the two involved. Especially in either instance.
But when do the ‘best of intentions’ from others around you whether in your family, in your town, or in some other forum of interaction you are part of cross the line? Is it only if one would have an ulterior motive? Or is it ever truly appropriate to get involved in someone else’s relationship by giving your opinion?
I have been pondering this for a while. I think the only appropriate times to step in and say something, are if abuse is certain OR speculated in any form.
Or, if someone is PUBLICLY discussing their lives or the lives of others and bringing situations and questions to an open forum for others to comment on. Why else would they do that unless they wanted to know the input of those around them? Most likely the person want to see how many people agree with them and their already made up mind, but it’s still there for others to speak about. Whether they agree or not.
However, If you are merely watching from afar, and no one has put their life out openly for discussion at that time and no danger is suspected, keep your bloody mouths (or fingers) quiet! No good can come of it. If you are this sort of person, you more than likely have an ulterior motive behind your ‘feelings.’ Whether you’re able to admit it to yourself or others, is another matter entirely.
