Tuesday, June 14, 2011
I am still trying to process the sights I saw at the Grand Canyon, and I still keep thinking I saw a Hollywood digitized scene or a monstrous photoshopped view. It really is Grand and I only was on the South Rim.
This pic shows a bit of the Colorado River.
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Two weeks ago I snatched a mini 3 Musketeers bar from my freezer, popped it in my mouth, and fractured my canine tooth. It can't be capped, crowned, glued, bridged, or fused. It's just like Humpty Dumpty after the fall. I called my former dentist on his emergency number at 7:30 the night it happened (note I said former!). When I told him what happened, his exact quote was "well, Sherry, the office is closed. Just what is it you want me to do?". I'll not repeat here what I wanted him to do with himself at that minute. So I saw the new guy yesterday who confirmed it's destroyed and also now infected. I'm on antibiotics and pain meds, and go in on Friday for the removal and bone graft needed in preparation for an implant later on.
Over the years I've used my teeth for many things besides chewing. I've opened bags, bitten fingernails, broken threads, etc. Who knew that my teeth weren't indestructible? Or maybe my teeth are as tired as I am - lol.
To end this tired story about my tired teeth, I'll include freshly snapped pics of my tired dogs -
Maybe it's something in the air making us all so tired....
Sunday, March 27, 2011
I went to The Compassionate Friends conference this weekend in Frankfort, Ky. TCF is a national organization for parents who have a deceased child. The common questions everyone asked were how long ago, what happened, and how old was the child. It was a bittersweet yet informative conference, and I talked with lots of "survivors".
One of the speakers discussed the experience that occurs the first few weeks after a loss such as friends arriving, the phone ringing non-stop, casseroles and flowers arriving, and a mailbox full of sympathy cards. After a couple of weeks you get the occasional phone call where you're asked if you're alright, and by now you know the caller wants to here "Yes, I'm OK" when in fact you're not.
The speaker then made a suggestion that I now intend to implement in the future. She suggested we do what we usually do, but then a few months later, we repeat it. In other words, if I send a sympathy card to someone, then a few months later I should send them a "thinking of you" card. If I take my famous "Baked Spaghetti" (ok - it's not really famous, but it's edible and can be frozen) to a friend who has lost a loved one, maybe I should take some Banana Bread over in a couple of months. It's just a nice way to let someone know you're still thinking of them.
I wanted to pass this idea along.
BTW - I should have already known this since Teri, my best friend from high school, still sends me funny cards almost weekly!
Friday, March 18, 2011
And I should know, as I think I now have a Master's Degree in it. To be honest (and why do people feel the need to say that. Does that imply they're normal mode is dishonest?), I am in a funk. What is a funk you may ask? It's a monster case of being a total slug. My motivation meter is at zero, as is my "give a darn" meter. If I don't acknowledge that I'm eating unhealthy, then I don't have to eat healthy. If I don't question why I'm not exercising, then I don't have to feel guilty about not exercising. If I don't have to "think", then I don't have to "feel".
Do I know how to un-funk myself? Absolutely. It only involves taking the first step.
I think I'll un-funk myself. My first step is posting this blog! I'm declaring March 18th as Sherry's Un-Funk Day.
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