Sunday, August 17, 2014
A new tactic between me and SrIL. Let's arrange trips to get the guys off the couch. That way we can get our much needed exercise and they can too.
We visited the US Battleship New Jersey yesterday and I got to longingly look at my former haunt, Philadelphia, across the river.
We took two kids to a candy store. Their dad was in the SeaBees, both guys were pipefitters, gun nuts and enjoy a good military offering.
She's the biggest in the Iowa Class. We've been on the Missouri in Pearl Harbor.
I found one for them and on V-J Day anniversary with re-enactors, no less!
Boys with big guns. Dream on...
Rare pictures of me goofing around.
This ship is huge!
Gotta touch everything?
I have so many pictures of so many HUGE things, I can't put them all up!. Once we got done climbing as much as we could from the bottom to the top and back down again, DH found his friend who volunteers there. He took the boys on a second tour which included things I'd love to have seen like the hospital. I was too dehydrated to climb again. We weren't sure if we could bring water so we didn't. Big mistake and we could have.
There's always a next time.
This morning he's complaining of leg cramps, my butt muscles and back are sore from all the ladders.
I'd do it again today!
Thursday, August 14, 2014
I love sparkles. That's about as girly as I get. I took a Mental Health day today and spent a few hours with DD and GS2 for some shopping, play time and lunch.
I left their house and thought hey, it's Me Time, do something different.
There is some bravery to this as I have a phobia about having my feet touched. I could have written a dark, scary poem about the experience but let's say I survived.
I sat with my arms crossed (yes, I did) and sweated it out while a masked man in a white lab coat did the stuff manicurists do. The water was nice, the touching creeped me out. I selected an almost neon pink polish which satisfied the girly side.
Toddled out on the pedi-flip flops to my car, put my own sandals back on and finished my errands.
At the bank I turned to leave and caught my toe on the bottom of the counter.
Split the nail as it is occasionally known to do, bloodied my sandal.
My toe hurts.
My nails still look nice except for the split which I will not touch for a while.
See if I go back for another pedicure!
Sunday, August 10, 2014
Some of us are of a "certain age" and can remember when girls didn't wear pants to school, playing sports was uncool and boys ruled the playground. In the late '60's and early '70's I tried my darndest to be pretty, cried when boys called me fat and accepted a boyfriend (my ex) less than what I deserved.
I went to college in an area where girls were supposed to get married right out of high school, have babies and stay home. I rebelled and went to a 2 year school as my dad "would not waste the money on college for a girl"...he apologized the rest of my professional life.
In the late '70's, I stayed pretty. Ok, my current DH told me I was "hot", kept most of the weight off and put up with sexist issues at work because, "hey, baby", isn't that what we were supposed to do?
I gained weight, I lost weight, the sexist comments came back at work. The mixed messages were buzzing in my brain so I went back to school. Something was missing.
DH has had a heck of a time trying to be supportive.
He was the stupid boy on the playground, the "hey, baby" kind of guy. You know the kind.
Man, did his attitude change when he had two intelligent and pretty daughters! But even then the signals were mixed. OK for them, me...not so much.
Kids grew up, I got some balls (sorry!) and became and expert in my field. No one told me when I was young I could be anything I wanted. Sure a kid could grow up to be president but that was boys!
Now all that being said, this weekend's dilemma has been about approval, thanks to WATERMELLEN's great blogs and my personal crisis.
I seek approval from others whether it's DH, my kids, coworkers or the lady down the street. That pat on the back is rewarding; missing it can be devastating for me. The fat kid on the playground is still in my brain. If I can't make her go away, maybe I need to get her to realize it was ok to be me in all those phases. Take my past to a new level.
I sure am coming to terms with the me smiling in the mirror now!
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