This beauty will be back again soon!

This beauty will be back again soon!

Sunday, February 1, 2015

Seriously Siri

I likely should not, but I am going to tell one on me.

I had just learned something about the new location of my workout center and on my way home, wanted to tell it to a good friend.  So (and no lectures please) I whipped out my iPhone and pressed the instant on to Siri button.  All I had to do was say "send message to-------"  When she asked what did I want to say, I started my message.  I got one sentence in. I said "Carolyn, you were right......" and Siri said "Do you want me to send it?" I said No.  I started again.   I pressed the instant to Siri button again (you can do this from the lock screen) and said the same thing. "Send message to Carolyn." Again, I got about one sentence into it when Siri said "Do you want me to send it?" I said "NO" emphatically!  I pressed the button again.  I started saying the same thing when I got into my message.  I got as far as one sentence, perhaps a word or so after that as well and no surprise....  "Shall I send it?" "NO" shouted I.

She and I went through that two more times and finally after she asked if she should send it on the sixth and last time!!!!! I said loudly in frustration "What in the @$%* is the MATTER with you????" No, that was not nice language of me.  It was the H-E-Double Hockey sticks word.  Do you know my friends,  she answered and said to me "I try to look on the bright side of things".  Gotta laugh.  I was still laughing when I got to my destination.  A fight with Siri.  Good grief!

PS That is a magnolia I took a picture of.


Monday, January 26, 2015

All of You

Thank you each one who replied to me regarding the last blog about FB--- that reaction from the woman I wish had not happened.  I have never been controversial on purpose. Oh,  I get preachy about rude people sometimes, and about cruelty to the helpless both animal and human.  I very much am emphatic in expressing my intense feelings about those topics.  That may offend those who are not of the same mindset as mine.  I am VERY strong in my thoughts about babies and children in general.  I am for them from the first second.  Others aren't, but I don't set out to state all of my opinions.  All of you who visit me are kind and loving people. I can tell from reading your blogs.  Sometimes I read and you don't know that I was there because I'm out in a public place with the iPhone  when reading and I don't comment because of time constraints. I know the face you show us all.  And I like it.

Now, with thanks given I feel buoyed up again after the embarrassment.

I feel so badly about those who are having to endure the snows again as they did last year as well.  What in the world is WRONG with the world?  Once again, for the fourth year in a row some of my precious wild violets have been showing for almost two weeks!  And there was a sole dandelion bloomed several weeks ago and sad to say, the narcissus and daffodil bulbs are already about 4 inches out of the ground,  Nooooo.  Not again.  The poor tulips and hyacinths will be right behind them within 3 to 4 weeks.  It's sad.  Here is my sweet violet whom I love.  Long story that I love them so much.  Some may remember.






I hope NanaDiana is much much better physically, and Paul, if you even read this any longer, I pray for your safety there in  Boston.  I will always be your friend and always care what happens with you.

Just checking in.  XXOO







Tuesday, January 13, 2015

Times Have Changed. Drastically.

My friends, I had a chance to see yesterday on my Face Book page how times have changed and everyone seems to have an agenda.

Yesterday morning after I just got up I was saddened to see someone got very upset over a cartoon I shared from someone else's wall and proceeded to rant (her word, not mine) I call it venting, ranted about what she saw as a blatant example of ageism as she called it.  I had only just gotten up not ten minutes before so I defended myself, but privately in a message.

Thing was, I should have just deleted her comment, not messaged her and gone on with my day even if it rankled (and it did). We none of us like to be criticized.  I thought and still do that the cartoon was light hearted and in no way reflected on older people personally.  It was a spoof. It showed Sly Stallone in a lift chair headed up to the top of the stone steps in contrast to many many years ago in his movie Rocky, that he once ran up while strength training.  He was hollerin' to his friend "where's my back pills?" and I thought it was hilarious.  Stallone is  67 years old now and apparently reprising his role in all the Rocky movies.  That is what I gathered.  The person who vented about it said she and her husband were in the sixties and very fit and didn't appreciate older folks being portrayed as old and enfeebled.  OK.  I deleted it.

I thought to myself then and again now that if now in the age of "correctness" I have to watch even more vigilantly each and every thought, act and word as well as deed, I may as well just throw out the computer, stop phone service and stay in the house and order in.  IF my voice and tone while calling an order don't offend as well.  Freedom of speech is supposed to be still there but many feel free to attack anything someone else says or writes unless it agrees with their thought.  Sad.  And I suppose I will have stones thrown at me here as well.  Wait,  No one hardly read this so I MAY escape.  XXOO ❤️

I DO take up half the bed!!! 

Friday, January 2, 2015

Another Chance to Get it Right.

We all of us have been granted another year.  More time we hope, to do the right thing whatever that means to each individual.  I know what it means to me personally.  I shall let those things remain with me for now.

If for you it is opportunity missed and that regretted,  then here is another year to create more opportunity to accomplish that which is important to you.   Don't be as it is written, "a sluggard in the race".  The meaning of this can be found in Proverbs 26:16 although it will be phrased  differently and explained more thoroughly than I have done here of course.  Regardless of the origin of this phrase, the meaning is still of particular import.  Do not be a sluggard in the race.  Whatever it is you hope to accomplish this new and promising year will remain unrealized if one simply waits on whatever it is that might perhaps motivate them.

It took years for me to look beyond the everyday survival tactics and see past my figurative nose what needs to be done.  I took up the so-called cudgels and worked hard as I could to change errors of my thinking as best I could.  I am referring to the "I can't" I won't" "It's too hard"  "It's not amusing"  and all the other human excuses I could summon. More than that but that will remain with me as it would be even more boring to you if I wrote it all out here.

I am still a sluggard in the race most of the time but I have improved.  I hope if you need to act on something, do something, gain something for yourself or for your family....something vitally important to your life while you are here in it; please do it.

Happy New Year dear friends.








Sunday, December 21, 2014

Picture it...Tennessee, 2014, December....

Picture me who is so vain of her hair, (now keep that in mind).  Here I am, trying to take down the rubber banded plastic baggie full of CLR shower head cleaner from my shower head this early morning. Well firstly, it, the CLR, spilled all over my hand and arm and certainly it spilled down into the fiberglass tub (which doesn't want certain irritants on it).  But I got it loose finally, thrown away and I wanted to flush the tub of that stuff and make the shower head clear of CLR.  

So what did I do?  Why, I turned on the shower.  What happened?  It sprayed all over my punkin head which was still in the tub area as I was manipulating the faucets.

I had shampooed and set my hair yesterday, brushed it out (it's long) had it in a knot on my head till I finished cleaning house. It was gonna be pretty for today.  Not. I had once again experienced the Drenched Head Syndrome. 

I have done that same bone headed stunt probably five or six times in my memory.  I guess it's the "she'll never learn" department.  I laughed for a few minutes and tried to get on with my day. 

xxoo



Sunday, December 7, 2014

My Goodness Mercy Me

Getting closer to the Christmas feast.  I was just asking the middle boy what he thought would be a change or something good.  I will have the three boys, one daughter-in-law, a grandson who will show us what he looks like end of March, and me.  Well Katie too, but no human food for her.  She does not like it.

I am pleased they will all be here and that everyone is well this year.  First time in three years that Thanksgiving and Christmas can be celebrated by the three of us all well and fit. I think neither my son or his wife ever read this blog but I am afraid to take a chance.  I want to tell you my favorite present for the three of them but you never know.

I had a fabulous time at that meeting and if I knew how I would attach a voice recording I made for 29 seconds that would blow your hair back in the listening because it is THAT loud.  LOVE it.

Everyone talking loudly at once so really not identifiable except for one shouted out declaration about insurance and their rehab after a heart surgery.  We colleagues know who it is as the voice is very unique, but no one else in the world would.

I bought a four inch memory foam mattress topper and had to get in a son to help get it OFF the floor and onto the bed it was so heavy.  I got to sleep on it last night and so did Katie who hogged my side of the bed without moving she was so comfortable.  I was till I wanted to turn over.  It was like swimming in the ocean to turn, for one thing.  And that cat would NOT move, for another.  Then she decided to give my hair a good wash in the middle of the night.  I asked her not to so she changed to washing my hand and arm.  As there was lotion on them it would not have been good for her to continue even if I could stand it. Then later in the deep darkness she spoke to me softly.  Faint headbonks onto my head and arm.  I asked her to quit.  Later, she thought perhaps she could roust me from my place I regained when she took a bathroom break.  It was an active night and she has never behaved like that in her life.  That bath for me has got to quit but I appreciate her effort.  I had one so no need to repeat.  :-)

Everything is bought, wrapped and waiting.  Tree won't go up till Christmas Eve due to Miss Katie.  It will come down Christmas night.

Sleep tight.  Don't let the you-know-whats-bite.












Wednesday, December 3, 2014

Where Have I Been

No idea.  Time slips away so quickly.  The ol' I just got up even though it is daybreak and I have turned around maybe two times, lo...it's bed time!  How do the hours pass so quickly?

The count down to Christmas morning is getting louder and louder.  I had better wrap the gifts I have here and see what is missing if anything.  I have a baby grandson to get things for although he won't know it.  Makes me happy.

I dropped by last weekend with another of my sons here from Charlotte and saw the progress on the baby's room.  I can see they will need a larger home.  Sad in a way from my standpoint as they are so easily gotten to now.

I am practicing not using so many commas.  I was  educated far better than I show when I blog.  I forgot some important principles and I asked my son who is a teacher for some quick advice on when to hold off inserting a comma.  Now I can mostly have run-on sentences instead of fifteen commas per sentence as well.

Oh my goodness!  A speck of sun.  It's been raining and/or gray steadily for days and is scheduled to continue in that way for the rest of the week and weekend.  That's the way it is here where I live.  So much rain.  Last year we were a foot or perhaps  more than over a foot I think of rain to the plus side.

Just saying'.

Within an hour I will be headed to the restaurant where we all gather, those working and those retired to make noise and create auditory discomfort among the unsuspecting other diners there as we converge.  Can't wait.

So long until tomorrow (someone famous once said.