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Phone and internet service, please, with a side of embarrassment.

Friday, April 01, 2011

This morning started out normally enough, but when it was time for me to do some grown-up things (like filing my daughter's financial aid information before the deadline, as I swore to the poor financial aid counselor I would do this time) I couldn't get an Internet connection here at the house. Well, I know a thing or two about these things....I know!...I'll restart the DSL box!
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Okay, still no Internet service. Well, does the phone work? Hmmm.....nope.

Call the phone company - in my experience, unless there's a widespread weather disaster, the only reason my telephone goes away is because I somehow blew off/forgot about paying them. No, phone company is okay money-wise. Put in a service call? Sure, why not.

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.........................(five hours later)

White van in the driveway, little man shinnies up the pole, then comes back down. Comes to the house to do something or other outside. Dial tones heard through the window glass. Little man knocks on door but isn't patient enough to give me time to get there and starts to leave. "Wait! Come back! What did you discover?" Little man returns. With rueful head shake, tells me that the problem appears to be (insert dum-dum-dummmm of doom here) inside the house.

"Okay, well, there's only one place the phone wire comes in - see, it's right here in the corner - but I don't see how...., I mean, it was fine this morning and no one goes back there...."

"Well", says little phone man, getting down on his knees in the corner, "it appears there have been CATS back here."

"Um....wha? Cats?" *cough*

"YES!!", says little phone man. "There is a WET SPOT on the CARPET and the box is all CORRODED."

"oh! oh my!"

"YES! But I can FIX IT ANYWAY!", little phone man declares as he replaces the corroded box and a couple wires. "But you must MOVE the equipment up onto a shelf to prevent this from happening again."

"I'll do that", I said, glaring at one of the possible culprits, hiding under the table (the culprit, not me, although if I thought I'd fit I might have tried.)

Exit little phone man. I tentatively reload Spark People and sure enough, all is well in Internet land.

And my reputation as Crazy Cat Lady (why are there no Crazy Dog Ladies?) is apparently secure. Cat pee as telephone destruction mechanism...who knew?

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RUSSELLORAMA 4/4/2011 11:45PM

    LOL Why do we even own these beasts? I'm glad it was fixable!

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PENNYAN45 4/4/2011 10:45PM

    Hooray for the little phone man!!

I'm glad he was able to get your service back up and running again.

Between our pets and our kids - there's always a chance for an embarrassing laugh when service guys come to the house.

I'll never forget the time after a service guy left the house, I looked in the mirror and was horrified to see that on the front of my shoulder was a big blob of spit-up from my new little baby boy. No wonder he looked at me oddly as I was babbling on. (It had been such a treat to see an adult during the daytime.)

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SUZYMOBILE 4/3/2011 12:03PM

    This story is wonderful. I don't care about the cat pee. It just makes a great story! Try Febreze, by the way. Several shots of it, over time, kill the odor.

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YARELL 4/3/2011 7:42AM

    coughing... ummm....

there are crazy dog people.... I am one. Trust me, we are out there!

Thank you for sharing!


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SLIMLILA 4/2/2011 7:33PM

    Oh no! But it's all fixed now.... What a pain!

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JRSWHIMSY 4/2/2011 6:50PM

    It also kills a ficus... given enough time

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AARONSGIRL420 4/2/2011 10:50AM

    Too much sparking, not enough petting?

Is "Fluffy" trying to tell you something? teehee

Cute story (in an embarrassing way) Thank you for sharing.

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HIPPICHICK1 4/2/2011 10:39AM

    Good question! Why are there no crazy dog ladies??
Hmmmmmmmm.....

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JANEDOE12345 4/2/2011 8:23AM

    I wonder if there, umm, (shuffling feet and looking down at floor), if there was umm, sort of -- like a smell sometimes?

In my house, for 31 years, all new cats have marked their presence at least once in one particular corner on the wood floor. That's a lot of cats. I spray it with an enzyme a few times a year.

Crazy cat lady? There are many of us out there, and it's not determined by the quantity of cats so much as how the cat(s) take over your life. Lol, your sound like they are starting to get a good hold on it!

Good luck with the FAFSA. I used to be an Admissions Director and that form would make strong men cry.

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BETHGILLIGAN 4/2/2011 8:18AM

    OMG! That is so funny! Our animals make us look ridiculous in so many ways!!! Oh, and I would be the crazy dog lady!!!! I currently have 3 rescue beagles in my house!! Glad you are up and running again!

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SLIMMERKIWI 4/2/2011 2:17AM

    I LOVE it:-)

It reminded me of years ago when we lived in another village close by (with a small tidal river right below us.) Anyway, one day the phone in our bedroom was dead as a door nail. I ended up calling out the Phone Co. The guy came into my bedroom (one way to get another man in there - LOL) and he pulls on the phone line....... then he continued to pull ........ and continued to pull! The next thing the end comes through the little hole in the wall and he screamed - LOL! His comment was the bloody rats have chewed through it! If he had seen the size of the rats around our place (river rats) he would have done more than scream LOL! The body alone on most of them were a foot or more long! We never DID get that phone working again:-(

Kris

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MORTICIAADDAMS 4/1/2011 11:56PM

    ROFLMBO!! Love the story!! The cats probably have some they tell about you too. emoticon

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Email scam alert

Thursday, March 31, 2011

Received this just now:

Dear customer!
We were not able to deliver the package which was sent last week in time
because the recipientís address is not correct.
Please print out the invoice copy attached and collect the package at our office.
USPS , United Parcel Service of America, Inc.

with an attached zip file.

I live iin a very small town, so something coming to me with an incorrect address would get here anyway - Donna, the postmistress (is that the correct term?) knows where I live and would drop the package on her way home at night. However, for people in a city, I can see that this might have a certain surface validity to it.

Your first clue is that a zip file probably contains something larger than an address form. You might also wonder how the Postal Service and/or UPS would have your email address. And aren't invoices something that tells about an amount paid for a sale, rather than a means of gathering an address? Anyway, the whole deal is a scam. This isn't how delivery services operate. Don't open the attachment.

Here's the story: http://www.snopes.com/computer/virus/ups.a
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MOMMA48 3/31/2011 7:24PM

    Thank you for passing along this super great info! emoticon

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SLIMMERKIWI 3/31/2011 5:08PM

    I would be inclined to put this on the general message boards AND your teams, to get it out to as many people as possible.

Kris

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MORTICIAADDAMS 3/31/2011 5:05PM

    Thanks for the warning!!!

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MRE1956 3/31/2011 1:17PM

    Yep, I've gotten a few of them - the biggest tip-off to me regarding suspiciousness is that I, nor anyone in my family, have not recently placed orders of any kind and are therefore not anticipating anything legit.....

Nope - not anticipating gifts from others, either.....

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SUZYMOBILE 3/31/2011 12:55PM

    Thank you! I'd be leery of it too!

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BETHGILLIGAN 3/31/2011 12:50PM

    Thanks for the info!!

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JANEDOE12345 3/31/2011 12:12PM

    UPS leaves a sticker on the door, or used to. Now the guy knows me and knows where to put the package out of the weather. And the mail-lady, Joyce, will drive right up my funky driveway and toot for me. If I am not home, she leaves things in the mudroom. It is a nice feeling to live in a place where you know the delivery people. Nobody would email me about a package -- they would just knock on my door at least on my hill.

I had seen warnings about this phish and it comes just about every day to my email spam box.

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DANCINGGARDENER 3/31/2011 11:22AM

    Having a small business I get a lot of "someone sent you a package... click this routing link to see it's shipping status" . Some are real, some are bogus... I assume they are all bogus unless I am truly waiting for something. Even then, I won't normally open these, I'll go to the shipper's website and check it out from there.

"protect yourself" - it's good advice on the internet too!
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HIPPICHICK1 3/31/2011 10:36AM

    It's incredible how many phishing scams are out there! I got several from Revenue Canada this morning about my income tax refund. I haven't filed a return since 2005! LOL!!
(That will definitely be rectified this May when I have some time off from pot-making to get it all done. emoticon )

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Okay, so March has been less than sterling....

Monday, March 28, 2011

... but I largely blame that on the weather. It's been really cold (single digits and negative wind chill values? What's with that?) and snowy - one day we got like 2 1/2 feet. I wasn't really surprised - I do keep telling myself that March is one of the months that we get lots of snow - but somehow I was really hoping it would be spring. And it was, for two days. but when I'm snowed in, I find it really hard not just to follow up on my exercise/food plans, but to even care about it. I just want to hide until it gets warmer. And this desire was made one hundred times stronger by my malfunctioning heating system, which left me with a living room in which you could see your breath and no hot water for the better part of two weeks. Heating water on the stove for washing dishes or taking a sponge bath is okay when I'm camping, but not as a regular practice. Call me spoiled.

Then I weighed in this morning and discovered I'd lost a little better than one pound (one whole pound) all month, and my first thought was that at this rate, I'd be at my goal weight in, let's see..... about five years. But after a few minutes I decided that it had taken me five years to gain sixty-some pounds, so if it takes me five years to lose it, what the heck? I really didn't do anything to warrant that pound loss, so it can only get better, right? A little exercise here, a few fewer calories there, and I'll get there, and maybe even sooner than five years from now.

I've got some new plans to look into for income, some ideas for the house (and since I'm the only one here permanently, I can do anything I feel like, whether "normal" or not), even some plans for doing things simply for enjoyment, which is something that I'm not good at. I was raised with the view that if it wasn't a way to earn money or be a real benefit for someone (like paneling their game room), then it wasn't a worthy pastime. I'm trying to get away from that view and do some things purely for the pleasure of doing them.

I've always had a little trouble with that, "Don't say 'I'll try' because you give yourself an out. Say, 'I WILL.'" But what if you say you will, then something (anything, from disaster to ennui) comes up and you don't do whatever it was - seems to me that's a built in failure plan. So, "I'll try" and "I will" are both out of the semantic running. I've decided I like, "I intend to." It says what I want to accomplish, only without either the loophole or the failure options.

And that's my thought for today.

  
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SUZYMOBILE 3/29/2011 9:21PM

    I'd say that a pound lost is a big gain in other ways. Just think how much you might have gained if you totally let go, which is a big temptation when it's so cold and miserable outside. Winter really hit me hard. Even though I didn't gain an enormous amount, I felt as if I did, and it seemed as if my clothes didn't fit any more, and I got all grumpy and worried. But now, suddenly, now that it's warming up outside, my weight seems more normal. My goal now is to stay within a 3- to 4-pound range and to LTMB (listen to my body) about what it wants. So, trying or doing or intending don't really enter into the picture, because I'm just "being." Hope it keeps working! This journey is always a learning experience.

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MORTICIAADDAMS 3/29/2011 12:00PM

    I hate to be cold and hate not having hot water too so I feel for what you went through. Ugh!!

A pound lost is better than a pound gained but I agree about the weather. It really messed me up this year.

I hope your plans work out.

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STARLASUE 3/29/2011 9:38AM

    I am hearing you.

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HIPPICHICK1 3/28/2011 10:21PM

    One pound is one pound. When you start to add them up over time the number will become quitre impressive and whose to say that one pound each month won't turn into 2 lbs, or maybe 3 - 4? You forget that you CAN improve on what you've begun to build up again.
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SLIMMERKIWI 3/28/2011 10:01PM

    I say do whatever pleases you:-)

Where it comes to the weight-loss :-)

There are times mine was at that rate, BUT the good news is that weight-loss is weight-LOSS NOT gain :-D

(we are just into our Autumn here)

Kris xx

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RUSSELLORAMA 3/28/2011 7:24PM

    This has definitely been a trying winter! Here's hoping for a mild and lovely spring.

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BETHGILLIGAN 3/28/2011 2:57PM

    It seems this winter has been hard on just about everyone! OMG!! How did you survive no hot water and cold living quarters??? You are a pioneer woman! LOL I think it sounds like you're doing really well!! You lost a pound and weren't working hard at it. That's good! And, you're right, baby steps are good.....better than no steps. Hang in there--surely, we'll be getting some warm weather soon.

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Today's ramblings

Monday, March 07, 2011

Apropos of nothing at all, did I ever show you guys my tattoo? I got the name part when we went to Pittsburgh to be with daughter #2 right after my husband's death, then added the rest of the design (after Id figured out what it would be) on a later visit:



This shot makes it look tilted, because I'm trying to take the photo with my phone in one hand and a mirror in the other - it's part of a Mucha drawing.

The rest of this entry is a post I made over on my other blog, mumsananarchist.livejournal.com. Since we'd talked about this topic on SP, I thought I'd re-post it here:

SELF-COMPASSION VS BUGGY WHIPS

PART 1:

The other day, an online friend and I were casually discussing the idea that people, particularly women, were far more understanding and compassionate with the problems of others than they were with themselves and their own issues. We counsel patience, love and time to heal for others, but when it comes to ourselves, we expect to snap the hell out of whatever is bothering us, lose the damned weight, clean *all* the things, and in general set the world back on its proper axis by this afternoon at the latest.

I've been accused, over the years, of being somewhat, well, less than compassionate. When presented with, "It hurts when I do this", my stock response has always been, "Well, then don't do that." In times of true crisis, I've always come through like a champ, but for the normal bumps and scrapes, if nothing's broken and blood isn't pouring from a wound, I tend to lean more toward worrying about possible damage to bikes and clothing than to bodies. When I flirted with the idea of being a life counselor, my daughter observed that I'd be like the ex-drill sergeant in the insurance ad, who responds to his clients woes with, "Well, maybe we should stroll on over to namby-pamby land and find you some self-esteem, ya jack-wagon" and throws a box of tissues at the client's head. Yep, that's me.

But all in all, I've been working at this compassion deal for some time. I now ask if people are all right before asking how the car is, make sure they're not emotionally scarred before asking about the cab fare. I hug people (albeit reluctantly) and sit with them when they are somehow damaged, instead of just writing them a check to go shopping (children) or taking them to lunch (adults.)

But self-compassion? Not so much. I took the Self-compassion Test ( www.self-compassion.org/test_your_self-com
passion_level.html ) at
www.self-compassion.org , a lovely, seemingly very caring organization, and I scored sort of so-so. The C, + or - , or Self-compassion. Go on, take the test. You know you want to. I'll wait here....


.....okay, now you know your score. But don't you wonder, particularly if you scored high, "Maybe I'm being too soft on myself, not pushing myself enough, using this whole Self-compassion deal as a loop-hole." A loop-hole that you could slide right through to your true destination, not love but laziness, not self-compassion but indolence.

Which brings us to PART 2:

I was always pretty stubborn when I wanted to do something (my grandmother referred to it as "firm-minded.") i'd keep after something until I got it; a job, a man, a completed project, you name it, if I wanted it I plugged away at it until I got what I came for. Half the time, once I got whatever it was, I discovered it wasn't what I'd expected and threw it back, chalking it/him up to experience. But I never, ever quit, even when any sensible person would have gone home long ago, usually being a complete pain in the ass and wearing out everyone around me in the process. ("More balls than brains" is something I may have heard a few times *cough*)

Now, though, I fold like a house of cards at the slightest little breeze. I hire (or bribe, in the case of family members) people to do things I should be able to do for myself but don't want to try. If the snow clogs the driveway, I shrug and am perfectly willing to wait for spring rather than grabbing a shovel. If I get resistance or even simple lack of enthusiasm from an idea I propose, instead of trying a little persuasion or further explanation, I give it up. I used to laugh when I fell down (which I've always done fairly regularly), particularly if I hurt myself, but now, to my horror, I cry. I even *think* in the passive voice; "That should be done", rather than, "I should do that."

What the complete hell is going on? Did my mother's and my husband's deaths just drain all the stuffin's out of me? Or did I use it all in a valiant fight against the medical community and, perhaps, fate, with my husband's illness? My immediate assumption now is that whatever the problem may be, it'll be insurmountable. Sure, I suppose I could appeal the insurance company's decision, but what's the point? I don't have enough hot water (one shouldn't have to choose between one bath per day or doing the dishes), but when I told Mr. Fix All that, he told me I *did* have enough hot water, and so I agreed - and as a result, I'm buying paper plates because every dish in the house is dirty (I, however, am clean.) If a daughter needs money, I hand it over without even demanding an accounting, figuring that when I run out, I run out, so what the heck. (And I'm running out momentarily.) It's just.... bizarre.

So do I need *more* self-compassion, or less? Am I being so easy on myself that I've dissolved into a puddle of mush? Should I be leaning on myself to regain some semblance of strength? Or is this sudden lack of ... spine ... just part of some grand Healing Process and I'll emerge, with wings of tempered steel, any day now?

Your guess is as good as mine.
Location:sun room
Mood: confused
Music:whining dogs, snow plows, irritable chickadees


  
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WONDERFUL2BME 3/25/2011 1:51PM

    It is like the beaten dog syndrome. I can relate but I won't let myself go there anymore. Notice I say anymore? I know you will get lots of people telling you not to be so hard on yourself after all you have been through a lot and yes you have but.... in time you will see there is way too much in this world to love. You named a few!
I think great loss has taught me to appreciate that which is not lost and there is a lot. I think this is what they call "going through the fire" and what doesn't kill you will make you stronger. It has made me realize there is soooo much that I thought was important that I could just give a rip about now, but there are sooo many things that were there all along that I didn't appreciate the way I do now.
I worried for awhile that I will never be "normal" again, and I am right. This is my new normal and I will be better than ever. I really balked at being the older generation when my mom died but then I realized how important my example of dealing with loss is to my children and grandchildren. I will show my daughters and sons that they come from a long line of intelligent and strong women and men. It is okay to be different than you were, but you can be better!
To Life!

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DANCINGGARDENER 3/23/2011 4:37PM

    oh, and nice tat!

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DANCINGGARDENER 3/23/2011 4:37PM

    Hey...
Just re-read your blog several times. There is so much in there.

I am not sure about the test, but for me "being compassionate to" is the same as "not wishing suffering upon" You should always, always be compassionate with yourself.

Not having the patience or gumption to get through yet another obstacle has nothing to do with compassion. You are tired. Your survival muscle has been worked to the point of exhaustion. Forgive yourself for taking the path of least resistance. I would try hard not to get permanently-screwed but the rest, the driveway, the paper plates... I'd just fold, cry or hire someone.

Take a hot bath (surrounded with several steaming tea kettles of back-up warming water) In 10 years you won't regret using paper plates. You would never look down on a friend who took a short cut or two after losing her husband and mother.

You are fine. You are sane. You've got friends who love you.

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MORTICIAADDAMS 3/15/2011 12:19AM

    Normally I don't like tattoos but this one is pretty. I love your sense of humor. It's always good to see what is on your mind. You are coping well with what you have been through.

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WRITERGIRLMEL 3/8/2011 2:31PM

    Mostly, I think you need time. Your entire world was flipped upside down and sideways in the relative blink of an eye. It's going to take a heck of a lot longer than a blink to figure it all out again. You may eventually need less self-compassion in order to function on your own level of normal, but right now, if anything, you need to give yourself a break. In time, your fire and strength will return. It may not be the same because your life has -- and, therefore, you have -- been irrevocably altered. But you'll find a new version of yourself with new strength.

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SUZYMOBILE 3/7/2011 8:13PM

    Wow, I think you're finding balance, actually. It sounds like you used to be hard as nails on others AND yourself--too much so. (What does it take, after all, to subject yourself to a painful tattoo after the loss of the person you were closest to in the world?) Now you might have swung a little too far in the soft direction--especially if you're handing over money so freely that you're running out of it, and going "La-de-dah" about it.

I scored 4.02 on self-compassion. (Whoopee, for me, right?) I think that's because I've absorbed more of the Eastern philosophies (acceptance, passivity, calm, living in the moment) lately, though maybe I've always been that way and I'm mellowing more as I age. You, on the other hand, have always been a really tough lady, which is a quality I admire greatly because I don't have a lot of toughness and could occasionally use a dose. Given your two major life shocks, I'm not surprised that you've recoiled in the opposite direction. I bet your soul is doing this in order to find a balanced place somewhere in the middle.

emoticon my friend. I think you're still growing and changing.

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PUDLECRAZY 3/7/2011 7:04PM

    The loss of your husband or the loss of your mother would be enough to put you in a bit of a tailspin, but losing both changes the process, I think. Having lost my granddaughter, a student, a good friend, and both of my parents in a three year span, I found that the grieving process was never complete before the the next process started. It takes time after one loss, and I'm not talking about weeks, I'm talking months/years to 'recover' from the loss of a loved one, and when you lose more than one close person, that becomes exponential.

After being the strong one long enough, I think you may need to be a puddle of mush for a little while... it's okay, it's not permanent. Part of allowing yourself to be easy on yourself may involve letting others help you. I know - it goes against your grain; it goes against mine, too, but honestly, it's a good thing when you are just spent. Can a friend bug the water heater guy? Can your daughter do some work to help you out in exchange for the money?

Chris

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MSCAROL3 3/7/2011 4:44PM

    i think your just fine.you matbe under a little pressure now .especially with the death of you husband and mother.but in due time your see that it nothing wrong with you.from what i read anyway.am going to go to that site and take that test.my family tells me am the same way.when i was reading it it did sound like me.and i don't think anything is wrong with that are maybe do i need to take a harder look at myself.

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The way Day 1 turned out...

Tuesday, March 01, 2011

...was a little unexpected. I didn't do as well with the whole food thing as I had planned (the road to hell being paved with, besides good intentions, perhaps buttered toast and sherry) but I didn't do that badly, and I did do unexpectedly well in other ways.

I went through all my SP profiles and teams, and signed up for some team goals. No, I didn't get the living room cleaned up, but I put new batteries in the Wii, sorted through the myriad cords and wires to get it going, and did all sorts of exercises on it - proving, once again, that my balance is completely pathetic, although I have excellent posture (win a few, lose a few.) I weighed and measured and did the fitness tests here on SP, too, and despite the horror of my hip measurement, got a Good to Excellent on the 3 minute step test. And the exercise, what there was of it - maybe half an hour - felt good!

I canceled a bunch of magazine subscriptions - I have a whole box of magazines I haven't even looked at, and I figure if I buy them on the newsstand and read the upcoming issues, I might consider subscribing again. In the meantime, it's one fewer thing to deal with (or feel guilty for ignoring.) I also decided that for every new book that comes into the house, I have to list one on Amazon to sell (I don't have to actually sell it - that part really isn't up to me - but I have to be willing to sell it.)

I did all my usual stuff - feeding the critters, feeding the people, filling the furnace, etc., all in record time and in good humor. I even paid a few bills without flinching. Oh, and that sturdy little spider that showed up on my computer when I was writing earlier - I didn't squish him or put him outdoors where he would undoubtedly freeze. I put him down an air vent to the cellar - an action that I'll probably come to regret when he's eight times his current size, but it seemed a decent compromise meanwhile.

it's difficult for me to distinguish between "being easy on myself" because I honestly have been through a lot in the last couple of years, and not asking enough of myself to lift myself out of my doldrums. I'm still trying to find that balance, and the tipping point shifts from one day to another. To make it more complicated, I've had varying degrees of clinical depression for decades, and sorting out what is bereavement and/or empty nest feelings - real things that need to be dealt with in a healthy way - vs. depression, an unhealthy animal that needs to be handled quite differently, is a real challenge.

But the best news is that I gathered my courage and called a local business about an idea I had last summer - and they're excited about it and I have a chance to present the details in two weeks. I've been worried about what I was going to do for a living, and have been taking every suggestion from hay farmer to phone sex worker (a friend's niece put herself through college that way) but this idea was all mine, and it looks good. Details another day, but it's legal, ethical, practical and horticultural.

I view SP not so much a place to lose weight and gain fitness, but as a place to get one's life together, with an emphasis on health. To that end, I did maintain an awareness of what I was eating, I did move more, and I made some real and positive steps toward getting a functioning life again. All things considered, a successful day.

Hope yours was good, too.
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PS: The insurance thing is complicated, but basically my husband died five weeks short of the two year minimum for automatic payout. Under two years, the insurance company does a big investigation, and despite the fact that my husband died of liver cancer unrelated to his other liver problems (and I have that on good authority from Mt Sinai in NYC), the insurance company seems to feel that I answered questions untruthfully. I maintain that I didn't - I answered exactly what they asked, without elaborating and providing information for which they did not ask - and thus the lawyers, guns and money (a nod to an old Warren Zevon song.)

  
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MORTICIAADDAMS 3/6/2011 10:03PM

    I see that your intelligence and sense of humor are still intact. I've really missed you. You are so refreshingly honest. The world of phone sex is really missing out on a great catch. LOL. emoticon

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WRITERGIRLMEL 3/5/2011 2:54PM

    Oh, Karen. I know I'm incredibly late with my sentiments, but I had no idea of what was happening with John (It seems that everything happened while I was taking a leave of my own). I only looked back on your blogs because I was thinking "Life insurance? Grieving? What is going on?" when I read your last one. All I can say is that I am so sorry for your loss and will do anything I can as your SparkFriend to help you as you start over.

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JANEDOE12345 3/2/2011 5:29PM

    That song is one of my anthems, and I was glad you referenced it. The ballsy feeling it brings about is what you need to fight the insurance hacks. Also find out if Merlin is still around.

The depressions can be difficult to sort out, but it makes no difference exactly why when you are dragging around on your lips. Don't even parse out why, jusy stay in motion. You are using my personal, highy-effective and not patented, time-honored cure in decluttering your life. Control over stuff=control over life=a state of chill.

It is such a treat to have you back and updating. I have nothing to share, no developments, no tastes or preferences to underscore at this time. Just hangin'.

Greetings from the ropes,
Pam
PS New lens in eye is disappointing and maybe they will have to reposition it. This means more eye-jabbing.

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PENNYAN45 3/2/2011 11:03AM

    It's good to see you back here again.

Taking a step toward implementing an idea for work is terrific!
I look forward to hearing the details in future blogs.

I have my fingers crossed that you are able to make it happen.

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HIPPICHICK1 3/1/2011 10:12PM

    Moving forward with baby steps is good. Much love and luck with Day 2.
P.S. I hate insurance companies. They are into it for the money and never to pay it out. They are EVIL. I will send some positive vibes your way for that, for sure!!

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SUZYMOBILE 3/1/2011 9:00PM

    Wow, when I said that I feared that going easy might lead to giving up, I hadn't read your blog yet. I guess we think alike.

In any event, it sounds like you had a courageous, full day. And acted with compassion toward a small living creature (who might one day grow up to threaten your household--I had to laugh!) as well as toward yourself.

Your business idea sounds like it might be nice and "green," which is selling very well these days.

Stick to your guns with the insurance company. They're up to no good. My coworker is going to court tomorrow to fight a ridiculous Mass. auto insurance battle over a bumper tap that could cost her family potentially $15,000 in penalty fees a year!

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