Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Yesterday I took a flight out of Gulfport/Biloxi to Syracuse, NY where my husband is working and I hope to spend some time just working out and relaxing for a few days. The first part of the flight went well and we got to Atlanta with time to spare.
Got settled into my seat for the second leg of the flight and much to my delight, I had no seat mate so I was able to spread out and really relax ad enjoy the flight. We start out on the runway and What The Heck Is That?? The plane started vibrating and shaking like it was going to fall apart. The pilot shut down everything immediately and here come the fire trucks. The flight attendant was talking to the the people at the exit rows - I was sitting one seat behind them - to make sure they knew what to do.
The pilot and the fire fighters were having a discussion outside and they decided that we could return to the gate escorted by the fire trucks. Apparently something was wrong with the nose something or other and it would take about an hour to fix so we could deplane but stay in the area.
An hour later they said they were going to find another plane and we should be on our way in an hour. An hour after that they said they found a plane and it should be here in an hour. An hour after that they said to wait another hour. And on and on.
Finally around 2 am they got us loaded up and on our way. Delta graciously gave us every snack on the plane and those who imbibe got all drinks for free although at 2 am there were not many takers.
The great part of this is that I was part of a little group of people from Syracuse and now I have new friends. One man, Joe - a UPS guy, and his wife had started out from Salt Lake City and their plane broke in Denver so they were rerouted to Chicago, Detroit and then Atlanta before getting home. Another woman, Fran, is a hairdresser and I'm in desperate need of a trim. And there is the man whose name I never got who drove all of us home. What a wonderful group of people and how did I get so lucky to find friends in these crazy, chaotic circumstances?
All that stuff I've ever heard about New Yorkers and how aloof and indifferent they are is so not true. All of us were in the same boat and yet we had a great time and just enjoyed ourselves. Delta gave us meal vouchers and a 75 dollars certificate to use on Delta. We pooled our meal vouchers and we all got bagels and a softdrink. I'd say that qualifies as a party.
I am sure I will always stay in touch with Fran and I will always help someone in need as a way of paying homage to the man who went out of his way at 4 am to drive us all home. Way to turn and mis-adventure into an fun adventure with new friends.
Lesson learned: we CAN all get along. There is ALWAYS a silver lining. Every mishap IS an opportunity. NY rocks!
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Well, maybe jog is the wrong word. It's more like wog. I probably wog slower than most people walk. But I did a total of 2.7 miles and wogged 2.1 of those miles so I'm jazzed! And I'm going to do it again and again. Maybe even add mileage or cut out some time. Not sure. Don't know but it's out there for me. I know I can do it. And if I can do it - belieeevvveeee me, anyone can.
I know I'm big and heavy and the thudding of my feet on the pavement (think Jurassic Park) is probably not good for my feet or the asphalt but I did it. And I was trying to run softly - heel, ball, toe - and quietly like my dance teachers always taught me. BUT I DID IT!!
My heart rate went to a max of 160 but went back down to 134 in less than two minutes. That is very good news. I know, I know, 160 is almost off the scale for my max but it is ok and I wasn't dying or pushing toooo hard. It's all good.
This brings to mind a conversation that I had with someone in my store yesterday. She was a very attractive elderly lady who happened to be on the heavy side. She is going to weight watchers and we got into the weight loss conversation. She said she is sick and tired of people telling her she is fat so she decided to try WW.
I don't like it when someone tells me I'm fat, either. I know I'm fat. It's not a secret that I've been keeping from myself. Or everyone else is sneaking around whispering "she's fat but she doesn't know it." Nobody has to tell anyone that they are fat. We all know our flaws. We see it everyday. We live it. We work it. My favorite greeting card says I'm Fat, You're Ugly - I can diet. I love that card.
This poor woman is starving herself to death because people are criticizing her. Oh sure, they can tell you it's for your health or so your joints don't hurt so much or to get off all the meds, etc. But what they are really saying is fat is unacceptable in our society. I used to be one of those fat phobics and guess what!!!! Shoes on the other foot. Not so funny now, is it, girlfriend? Now that menopause, hormones, slower bmi, and a million other things have jumped up in my face all at once and have made my body deceive me.
But, can I really blame weight gain on anything but myself? Let's take a realistic look at this. First I had an eating disorder - I was a very proud anorexic. I weighed less than 100 lbs for 12 years. I was in control of my food and my body. I did not realize what a screwed up perception of food that I had. When I finally started to eat, it took alot of time for me to start eating normally and guess what I found out? I liked food. Especially food of the sweet, salty and fried variety. Not good. But I started eating and got to a normal weight. Oh, did I mention that I was teaching aerobics at the time? Yep, four classes a day, four days a week and two classes a day for 2 days and one day off which I usually spent choreographing new routines. So I was over-exercising, bigtime. Not good. And eating junk. Really not good.
The point is, I looked great but I was setting myself up for failure in the future. The bad part is I KNEW all this stuff because I had been studying this for many, many years. But as long as I looked great, I guess it didn't apply to me. Yeah, right.
Then I quit teaching so my activity level was cut at least in half but my eating didn't change. It took alot of years - about 10, I guess, to see the weight creep on. And creep it did, slowly like a crawling, creepy, mossy growth. But I seemed to be sleeping through all that and one day - boom! - I looked like Little Lotta.
And now I have to put all of that 'book learning' to use and I'm trying. It's been a tough journey but one that I will continue forever. It will always be a struggle, some days up, some days down. But my little experiment in wogging has shown me that I can do it. You can it. We can do it. Alone or together, we can do it. Nothing is stopping us except our own fear of failure. Seems kinda silly, doesn't it? I'm going wogging again and again and maybe someday I'll be jogging and maybe even running. I'm really not ready to set those goals in stone but rather keep them up in the sky with the stars where I can see them and keep reaching instead of having to slam into them everytime I turn around.
Keep on wogging!
Thursday, July 01, 2010
I am appealing to all of the Spark community to help me find a home for this little dog that wandered up to my mom and sisters house. She is about 4 or 5 mos old and looks like she might have some collie in her. She stays away from cars and she stays in the yard. She doesn't even to to the back yard. She doesn't follow anyone out of the yard, she stays right there. She is very playful and she is a pup so she does get into things. She is very good at digging.
My mom and sister cannot keep her because they are both handicapped and DH is pitching a fit because I would like to keep her. There is something very special about this little girl and I do not want to take her to the pound or just give her to just anyone.
In any case, it's tough here on the gulf coast because people have lost their jobs and many people cannot afford to have another dog.
If you know of anyone or can help please contact me.
Friday, April 23, 2010
About 4 years ago my phone rang and I answered it to find a very friendly male voice inquiring if I knew a person with the same last name as mine. I did not know the person in question but when I heard the story I vowed to help the caller who identified himself as Larry G, find the person or that persons family.
It seems that Larry is a Vietnam Veteran and so he takes anything to do with the military very seriously. One day a friend of his from Australia called Larry and told him that he had somehow acquired a box of WWII dogtags and he wanted to get them to the owners or their families. One of them was a Woods with the same town that I live near and that is how Larry ended up calling me. Randomly looking up Woods in the white pages.
I tried my best to track down someone who might have known the man listed on the dogtags. There was also the name of a woman and I couldn't find anyone who knew her either. I went to every relative my husband had asking and the mystery remained.
Larry and I kept in touch through phone calls and emails. We enjoyed our conversations and found that we both had a passion for dogs, English Bulldogs to be exact. At first we spoke about once a week and as time passed with no results we spoke about every six weeks. We did forward silly joke emails and sometimes emailed some interesting news.
One day I was explaining the situation to my friend, Caroline, and when I told her the name of the woman on the dogtag, she told me that was her great aunt. Wow! I could be on to something. Well, turns out that Caroline didn't know much about her aunt or anyone on that side of the family.
The search continued. One day, I was working at my shop and was waiting on an elderly black man. I noticed that the last name on his check was the same as mine. This man had been a customer for many, many years and I never knew that we shared a last name. I asked him if he knew of the man whose name was on the dogtags and to my complete surprise he told me it was his brother and the woman whose name was on the dogtag was his aunt. I had always assumed that the woman was the wife so that was another suprise for me. Mr. Woods told me that his brother had passed away the year before and he would gratefully accept the dogtags and send them to his nephew, the son of the WWII soldier. He could not figure out how those dogtags ended up in Australia!
I called Larry immediately and he was very excited and sent me the tags. It was my pleasure to give them to Mr. Woods. About one year after that, the son of the man who the tags belong to came by my shop to introduce himself and thank me for returning his fathers dogtags. He was wearing them around his neck as he had done since his uncle sent them to him.
This little exercise bonded Larry and me together. It was very important to this veteran to do something for a fellow veteran.
Yesterday I recieved an email from Larrys wife. Larry died last Monday and was buried one week ago today. He had a lung problem and didn't even realize it until it was too late. I never met him in person. Never saw his face. We had some knock down drag outs about our differences of opinion about politics, religion, even food. But we always remained friends and enjoyed our silly conversations. He was an honorable man with very conservative views who enjoyed his hunting, guns, eating meat, and really enjoyed cutting grass. He was always a gentleman, even during disagreements with his tree hugging, vegetarian, anti violence friend = me. Larry taught me that people can be friends, can respect others, can be tolerant of others no matter what differences there may be about any subject on earth. He taught me that in the end we should celebrate our differences rather than emphasize them.
Goodbye, my friend. This world is a little better off because you were in it.
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
I had a nose job 7 weeks ago. I was scared to death but it really turned out to be an easy procedure. I have not been able to breath properly for most of my life. I always had this big ole honker and couldn't breath with my mouth closed. I was so embarrased by my nose that I tried to not let anyone see me from the side. Isn't that silly? I can understand how dumb that was but it was a real problem for me when I was younger.
I had my nose fixed in 1987 and it was a horrible experience. Big black bruises all over my face, my lip swollen all the way down to my chin, eyes swelled shut. It wasn't really painful but it was extremely uncomfortable. The packing made it impossible to breath at all and when the dr pulled the packing out I almost passed out. Before I could even catch my breath, he pull out the other side. It felt like that packing came all the way from my intestines. It was the worst thing I had ever felt.
I was awake for that one. I didn't feel anything after the first series of shots but I could hear the bones breaking and the sawing and popping. I swore I would never do that again.
BUT....in the early 90s, the cartiledge in one side collapsed and I couldn't breath out of that side again. I wore Breath Right Strips for 17 yrs and decided enough was enough. My stepdaughter recently had to have her nose fixed and said it wasn't that bad. So I went to her dr and went in for surgery.
He gave me a little versed and I put on my headphones and started listening to a book and only remember them waking me up four hours later. There was no time in the recovery room, no problems, no nothing. I was a little wobbly for about 15 minutes and had a bandage on my nose but I could already breath better. If I looked better I probably could have gone shopping!
I slept a good bit for the next few days. Not because I was in pain but because it really felt good to rest and relax for once. I had no pain, at all. Ever. Never took even one little tylenol. Nada. Went back the next week and got the bandages off - no packing, which was a blessing.
My nose was very red but it never hurt. He had done some dermabrasion to make the pores smaller and he straightened and refined the tip. I tend to swell pretty bad so I really couldn't see the result for a while.
The redness is finally gone but still have a little swelling and mostly likely will be a little swollen for quite some time but I'm really happy to be able to breath and to have a very nice looking nose. I was terrified for nothing. It was a breeze.
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