Wednesday, October 05, 2011
I checked into the North Y at about 8:49 pm, the guy said, and got off treadmill at 9:33 pm. When I first got in, I thought I had it programmed for 20 minutes, but didn't really pay attention to the final display as the machine began ramping up while I walked. Then it stopped after a few minutes (maybe 5? not real sure??) and I was thinking "that was the shortest 20 minutes I'd ever walked!" Tried to reprogram the machine, and the second time it wasn't accepting my age and weight very well, just took off running again. Plus, I thought I was setting it to stop at 23 minutes. But as I started walking, it seemed to be counting up, rather than counting down (which is what I thought I'd seen before.).
SO fine, I kept walking, and it kept counting up, and then it got past 23 minutes, and it just KEPT ON GOING! Psycho-manic Dreadmill!! I decided enough was enough, and shut it down... besides, my left Achilles heel was beginning to ache, and I'd finished reading the scripture reading for the day and realized I really should have brought reading glasses or magnifying sheet to read off my iPhone. Or see about resetting it to a LARGER font?
Somewhere in all this walking and reading, my husband texted me to let me know that Steve Jobs just died earlier this evening (former CEO of Apple, Inc. I know, that's strange he would let me know, but we're just nerdy like that....). Very sad, because the poor guy is only like a year older than my husband. And we've already lost another friend to pancreatic cancer at about the age or maybe a little bit older (although that friend died about 5-6 years ago - but even then we think he wasn't a whole lot older than my husband.). Sad.
Well, if I hurry, I can get my Wide Load upstairs and in a nice soaky bath and in bed before midnight. So I guess I better scamper.
Monday, October 03, 2011
This morning I woke up and remembered the three affirmations recited over and over throughout the movie that I watched last night "The Help". In it, the one help, Aibileen had her little charge recite every morning:
"You is Kind. You is Smart. You is Important".
I'm sure many will quibble about the poor use of English Grammar - but for me, that's not the point. The point is she encouraged that little girl every day, to realize she had important attributes, in spite of the fact that the little girl was "fat" (her mom was one of the unreasonably thin Southern Belles in the movie.), because Aibileen was well aware of the fact that the mother more or less emotionally abandoned her daughter because she was not perceived as a great "beauty" (my quotes) like her mom.
Here's one clip from the movie:
This same theme, I guess I could call it, was repeated elsewhere in the movie, because the white woman "Skeeter" who initially begins to contact Aibileen and others, to write their story, she has her own detatchment issues with her own mother and her own deeply held love for "the help" that her family had - Constantine (played wonderfully well by Cicely Tyson), whom the mother disgracefully fired while Skeeter was away at college. That theme resolves itself later in the movie, so go watch it or read it.
I am quite sure we can draw out a million other lessons from the movie... and mental note to myself: go get the book!!
But in any case, just thinking about the words Aibileen shared with little Miss Mae Mobley every day drew tears to my eyes this morning, what a great gift, and something I didn't have from my parents on a daily basis. But I want to write them down so I can see it every day.
You is Kind.
You is Smart.
You is Important
Sunday, October 02, 2011
helped some friends paint parts of their house. They have neighbors (in a covenant neighborhood) that are always complaining to the Home Owners Association (HOA) about piddly stuff that these kids did. Mind you, this is a young couple with 5 kids under the age of oh about 8 or 9, and they have joint custody of the oldest (which means frequent trips to Kansas City some 3-4 hours drive away), and the youngest are twin girls about 1.5-2 years old. So they kinda have their plate full. The older couple next door desperately need a life of their own, and instead, spend it "spying" on these kids, to complain about every infraction they make. So they want to put their house up for sale and get out. And so we helped paint - I tried to not knock myself out silly with it...especially after having such a back ache for two days. Felt fine today, so we'll see how I am tomorrow??
I didn't feel obligated to stay the entire day, so we only painted about two hours - we already had plans to go see the captioned movie later in the day. I let my husband do the real tall reaching high painting, and I just concentrated on the areas right in front of my face on down towards the floor. Some of the painting took place with deep squats, so I hope I get some brownie points for that!! And I don't think I even got any paint on my brand new $3.00 clearanced Danskins pants I got from Walmart back in August!! zowie!
Then we went to see "The Help" - it was opened captioned today, yippeeee! Was a very interesting movie. My mom went with me, and she told me later she remembers hearing her mom speak of "kitchen help" that my great-grandmother had at home years ago (Southeast Missouri, I think this house would havebeen in Morley, but I'm not familiar with that home as much as I am the home they had in Cape Girardeau sp?). Evidently she didn't do heavy cleaning, mostly helped with the kitchen etc until my grandmother was older. Guess "PaPa" (my great-grandfather) called the house at one point, and this woman answered the phone because she was working in the kitchen and my great grandmother was gone. PaPa didn't recognize her voice, asked who she was, and she knew who he was - he paid her wages! She told him that she was "yo' guurl". I guess he remembered then that they had hired someone but I guess she was usually gone home by the time he was home and he usually didn't have to interact with her (much as it was shown in the movie.).
I knew it could be an intense movie, but felt my son needed to see a (sad) part of our History... we'll see how it registers later. I don't think he thought it was too girly... although there were some places that might have been considered "TMI"!!
I was a little girl when some of the Civil Rights marching and all was going on, first while we lived in Oklahoma (at the time JFK was assassinated) and later, when we lived in Florida , not far from Cape Kennedy/Canaveral, but I don't remember any direct impact (no KKK marching in my neighborhood or anything like that!) on me. By the time I was in school, though, schools were integrated, although not until about 3rd grade.
I'll probably check out "The Help" later, maybe when it hits the Redbox etc.
Sunday, October 02, 2011
I've never smoked before. I've got enough other issues and vices to work through that are just as serious as smoking, so this isn't a "one is worse than the other" kind of thing.
Here's the quick story before midnight...
Older friend (my mom's age) used to be a Biker Mama years ago... but quit.
Younger friend is married and her husband desperately wants to stop smoking for good, keeps trying but relapses.... and he's a biker. And he keeps teasing about older friend riding his bike with him.
Finally she says that if he quits smoking and can prove it to her, she'll ride on his bike with him.
Sooo now she's wondering how does she "prove" that he's really quit smoking for good?
Evidently he had sorta quit for like 3 weeks but then just recently smoked a cigar, and she said, no cigar, no bike. I was kidding her and said she should also include no chewing tobacco either (lotta guys do that here in our part of the country. Turns my stomach.... but I guess it cuts both ways because I suppose watching me bend over and having to see my muffin top billow out over my Wide Load probably turns other people's stomachs. I wouldn't know.).
I know it's tough to quit smoking - even though I've never smoked - just because I know it's tough to quit eating junk food, or quit picking my fingernails or quit any bad habit, really.
So anyway, was curious how that might work, how he could document his smoke-free new habit?? Not like they live next door or anything....
But he really really really wants to get Old Biker Mama back on a bike, even as she pretends she's "too old" and is "a church lady" and all of that....
Oh and my back feels great! i got a couple batches of my olive oil toddy going through my system, spent a good deal of Friday in bed and or up and down a little bit, drank lots of water, didn't make it onto the rebounder, but later that night my husband ran the "thumper" on my back (one of those bigger back vibrator things) after I explained to him about the trigger points that I'd seen on that web page (the .pdf file), and after a few minutes of that, the rest of my arms and legs, especially bottoms of my feet and palms of my hands were screaming to get their vibration on too. After awhile, all of my backside was happier and I was ready to sleep. About 45 minutes later, I woke up and just had to pee and pee and pee, waaaay out of proportion to the water I had drunk before bed. Looked at my feet and most of the edema was down. Errrk.
But... got plenty of sleep and it felt pretty good all day today.
Thanks for the prayers and thoughts and empathies!!
Friday, September 30, 2011
Just researching, want to save these to look at later.
terManual.pdf I think the pain I'm feeling is this Rhomboid stuff. Lots of photos, diagrams, recommended stretches, etc.
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