Tuesday, April 29, 2008
3 word wednesday,
are- Empty, ignored, highway
Women have traveled this lonely highway
for sometimes twenty years or more
wishing for the bond and contentment
their marriage gave them years before
Outwardly Wrapped up in caring for their families
while inside feeling wistfully empty and ignored
Wishing to see themselves in their husbands eyes
feeling once again wanted, special, happy, adored
They hide this private pain on a screened, secret shelf
fearing yet craving admission, who can they safely tell?
How they have given up on happiness and on worth of self
On their lonely highway of loveless, spiritless, trapped hell
I find it bittersweet that I'm the one with whom
many women choose to express and deeply share
All the pain and heartaches of their secluded soul
and their desperate feelings of helpless despair
My heart breaks as I attempt to console, advise & listen
To confessions unloading years of misery, confusion, pent up tears
I'm crushed on How many women are stoically hiding their sadness
as their highway of life grows shorter through too many wasted years
Saturday, April 26, 2008
Sunday Scribblings Topic is-The future of the planet
I have much hope for the future of our planet.
Reform starts with education. With education comes Awareness and through awareness we are able to make positive changes. Despite popular thought, I just have to believe it's not too late.
Two examples that pop into my mind are Cigarettes and Seat belts. I remember riding in cars as a child, hanging over the front bench seat... reaching for the radio or just chatting. It now seems amazingly stupid to me, that until we were educated on the statistics of how many lives are saved using seat belts, We just weren't aware of the dangers on our own. In 1984, New York State became the first state to enact a mandatory seat belt law, the law became effective in 1985. I started driving in 1976 and used my seat belt from that day forward because I just KNEW from all of the information made available to me, it was safer. I remember taking my kids to PA. and my friend telling me, You don't have to buckle them up, its not the law HERE. I was shocked at her ignorance and replied, "It's my law."
The first anti-smoking campaign began in the '60's. They aired One anti-smoking ad for every four cigarette ads. We've been aware of how dangerous cigarettes are for a very long time. Cigarette ads were banned in the U.S in 1970 and MOre and MOre warnings educating us on dangers associated with smoking were drummed into our heads. In 1984 congress passed the Comprehensive Smoking Education Act sending us more specific warnings of the dangers of smoking. It didn't happen overnight, but we finally have become consciously aware. I live in a very educated community, If you smoke here, you feel like a leper. Most everyone I know who used to smoke has quit. Enlightened people are bound to take action.. So, my point is...
When we were kids we had earth day once a year and that was about how often we thought about the planet.
Today, more and more, people are being educated and educating themselves on How to make positive changes to care for our world. Just reading the few blog posts I've read on the topic reassures me of my perpetual hope. Everyone is very conscientious. Everyone is trying to make a difference. I LOVED reading how Granny's hubby Is working hard trying to help our energy problem! I have so much hope that there have to be others out there like Otto. We are a society of great minds and hearts. The more attention the topic gets and the more we try to educated EVERYONE on tips to help preserve our planet, the more I believe a positive change will occur, and we can be assured that our children and their children's children, all down the line, can live happily ever after.
Friday, April 25, 2008
A few years ago my toaster oven broke. It was one of those Black and Decker mounted under the cabinet types.
I loved it, it made Toast well. It heated up pizza quickly. It let me have access to the counter space underneath it. I went out looking for a new one... They didn't make that type anymore.. the sales person said.."oh they were too dangerous, they can cause fires, they stopped making that type" Stopped making that type? OUTRAGEOUS! What about the cavernous holes that are drilled into my cabinet holding up the
(now needless) toaster oven bracket?? What now? Most likely some Ass left his 'under the cabinet' toaster on.. while he went out shopping and then to a movie and then to his house of ashes, and Now they are ALL deemed UNSAFE! Just like the moron who took the blow dryer into his (final) shower with him and Now we all have to have THAT huge warning label attached to the cord. I'm surprised they didn't just STOP making blowdryers... "Oh They'll electrocute you those crazy hair dryers will, they are too dangerous!!". So I had to buy a different toaster oven. Well, let me tell you they are all junk! If you want a MONSTER toaster oven that doubles as an ACTUAL oven... well then maybe you will have toast quickly.. The smaller ones( which are still large enough to now overpower that corner counter section that used to be clear)
well... They DON'T work well AT ALL. You have to preheat it on tuesday if you want toast on wednesday. As for reheating pizza... you may as well call and have them deliver a new one, it would be quicker. Cleaning the crumb tray? Forget it, I will just wait till it's full and go buy a new toaster oven. My old black and decker was a breeze.. Just unhinge the bottom... a few crumbs fall onto the counter.. scoop them into the garbage... wipe the counter. Easy as toast used to be.
My newest outrage?... My shower head sprung a troublesome leak... This is one area, I don't need change. I won't tolerate change. My shower calms me. I NEED my Really good shower and I NEEd it every single morning and often nights too. I like that water hot. I like it powerful and pulsating (ooh la la) I like a handheld shower that will ALSO stay in it's little holder and NOT fall on my little head. I like a flexible hose that doesn't make me feel like I'm sharing my shower with alien.
So far.. No luck... I've bought two... they are both going back to the stores, (as did many toaster ovens till I realized they are all crap.) The shower head however.. Im not giving up as easily. These newer ones make me feel like I'm showering at a hotel.( even WITH the stupid water saver thingy removed) No matter how fancy the hotel... You just love coming home to your own clean and vigorous shower. I DON'T want to shower at a hotel next time and think.. oooh just like home! That would be too weird! speaking of those water saver thingeys... ARe they for real?? Do they really think we are CONSERVING water with that little dribble of a drippy shower?? You will be standing there Four times as long to get the soap off your hair! Those devices are wasting energy. Almost as much energy as I've been wasting looking for decent replacement products for essential conveniences in my busy, pizza eating,toast making, clean life! (Can't you tell, I'm not as calm as usual?)
If anyone knows of a powerful, wonderful, secure (handsome) shower head.. Can you please give me his (model) number??
translation of my title- Crazy, Outraged, Perturbed, Woman looking for Powerful,hand-held, shower-massager.
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
FIRST i want to thank everyone Who visited me and left a kind comment.
My ♥ was very moved by all of your sweet comments.
As the comments came in I wrote each name on lined paper
I cut each name out and put them in a bowl..
And THEN I closed my eyes....reached in....tossed them around.... and chose the lucky name....
TAMMY! You are the 2008 winner of the Lulu's Petals Anniversary contest!!
Congratulations Miss Tammy!! I'm so excited for you! xoxo (Your prize will be on it's way to you very soon!)
Friday, April 18, 2008
April 20th (SUNDAY) is my TWO year blogging Anniversary! I feel very much the same about blogging today as I did when I celebrated my
ONE year anniversary
I truly treasure my relationships and chats with my blogging buddies. Finding their emails and comments are like finding little treasures left on my desktop. I find myself checking email often, hoping another surprise bouquet of thoughts will be left for me to inhale. Doesn't it seem like the world became a much smaller world since blogging? Communicating with wonderful souls from various blogging lands, like Ireland, Canada, India, Australia. We are all the same. We share a love of words. We share a love for people. We are comfortable enough to bear our hearts most intimate emotions with these cyber soul mates. Comfortable knowing they won't judge, they won't criticize. They lend support, they encourage. This past year,They've helped me feel secure enough to post poetry. As bad as a lot of it was, My cyber supporters would find SOMETHING kind to say, making me feel pleased that I 'put myself out there.' Feeling confidently composed to try again and again. When I had difficulty writing a poem for my son, my giggly friend Sherrie gave of her time and reconstructed it, moved words around, till I was able to feel proud to give it to him as a birthday gift. As I get to know the talented writers in this tiny blog universe, It amazes me that even though they compose creative, artistic, intelligent posts, poems and stories, They still visit me in my basic blog land, where I mostly just talk about the daily dealings of this and that in my pretty ordinary, routine life. SO, In celebration of meeting such accepting,kind, treasured friends (those whom I didn't know last year and all my great long time friends).... LET'S HAVE ANOTHER CONTEST! Last year this is what Sherrie won! This year I will try to put together another nice prize. (possibly hair items, since I doubt you would like a framed poem of mine!) Instead of choosing a story I enjoy best like my last contest and the first contest. This time, ANY one who leaves a comment will have their name written on a piece of paper and drawn from a hat,(make that a bowl) With a name like Lulu's Petals, You know you can trust me to be honest and fair. Good Luck and thanks for all the warm visits. I hope to keep this hobby going at least another year. ♥
I am happy to tie my anniversary celebration into sunday scribblings and I want to thank them too, because without their weekly prompts, I may not have lasted this long. ♥
You have until April 21 EST to enter!
Thursday, April 17, 2008
For those good days when you REALLY need to express your love-
here is list #1
How to say "I Love you" in 13 languages
Italian - Ti amo
Spanish - Te quiero / Te amo
Japanese - Aishiteru or Anata ga daisuki desu
Armenian - Yes kez sirumem
French - Je t'aime, Je t'adore
German - Ich liebe dich
Icelandic - Eg elska tig
Korean - Sarang Heyo
Yiddish - Ikh hob dikh
Portuguese - Eu te amo
Swedish - Jag alskar dig
Greek - S'agapo
Irish - Taim i' ngra leat
And for those bad days when You want to flip off someone discreetly-
here is list#2
How to say" Kiss my ass" in 13 Languages
Spanish: Bese mi asno
French: Embrassez mon âne
German: Küssen Sie meinen Esel
Italian: Baci il mio asino
Icelandic: Koss minn rass
Yiddish: KUSCHN MEIN EISL
Dutch: Zoen mijn reet
Hawaiian: Honi ko'u 'elemu
Norwegian: Kyss mitt esel
Portuguese: Beije meu burro
Danish: Kys mig æsel
Swedish: kysst min åsna
Welsh: cusanu fy asen
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
shhhh! sometimes secrets are not meant for touching only one
sharing harmless secrets generates a little Lucy type of fun
each morning when Mr. Fussy pours his morning cup of brew
He's unaware that I've been adding a tsp of cinnamon or two
I started with a drop and each day the nearly invisible amount goes up
Leaving him unaware he is reaping healthy benefits in his cup
He is getting fiber, iron, magnesium while it lowers his cholesterol & sugar as well
New studies find The aroma may help memory and cognitive skills, its a bit too early to tell
So why not just tell Mr. Petals the truth about his daily cup of tampered Joe?
He will then swear he thought it tasted odd or bad, a certainty that at our stage... I just KNOW!
I trust my fellow bloggers aren't blabbers and hope I don't seem a coffee jerk
It maybe giddy, It maybe daft, but I'm now quite amused with each pot I perk!
Todays 3 words for
3 word wednesday,
are- touching visible stage
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
Monday, April 14, 2008
To my friends who enjoy a glass of wine... and those who don't.
As Ben Franklin said, "In wine there is wisdom, in beer there is freedom,
in water there is bacteria." In a number of carefully-controlled trials, scientists
have demonstrated that if we drink 1 liter of water each day, at the end of
the year we would have absorbed more than 1 kilo of Escherichia coli, (E.
coli)--bacteria found in feces. In other words, we are consuming 1 kilo of
However, we do NOT run that risk when drinking wine & beer (or tequila, rum,
whiskey or other liquor) because alcohol has to go through a purification
process of boiling, filtering and/or fermenting.
Remember, Water = Poop,
Wine = Health.
Therefore, it's better to drink
wine and talk stupid, than to drink water and be full of shit.
There is no need to thank me for this valuable information.
I'm doing it as a public service.
* a note of thanks to Anna for sending me this wise email!
Sunday, April 13, 2008
Last night we went to a local playhouse to see "Always Patsy Cline". The tickets were assigned seats, not general admission. During intermission the couple seated to the right of us and the couple seated to the left of us took flight for the break. Since I was on my feet all day at work, I was so happy that miraculously my bladder allowed me to continue sitting during the break. Right before the next act a DIFFERENT couple sat down to the left of us and a DIFFERENT couple sat down to the right! In a whisper, I pointed this out to my husband (who was also exhausted from work and I think he may have been Oblivious to even what show we were watching) He said "oh yeah, that's weird" WEIRD? I am totally baffled! I was SO tempted to just ASK the man to my right, but he was making all these disgusting noises with his mucous swallowing and sneezing and coughing that I tried to position my back towards him. I mentioned this mystery to the kids this morning and my (wise ass) middle son joked " Well, maybe you and dad smelled." Which, even if that WAS true ( which IT CERTAINLY IS NOT).... WHERE DID THOSE NEW PEOPLE COME FROM AND WHY WOULD THEY WANT TO SIT NEAR THE SMELLY PEOPLE??? I've gone through every flight of fancy my mind could muster and Nothing makes sense to me. Needless to say, I can't recall the second act... I was too busy figuring out the theatrical event that was happening around me while trying to repel germ man.
read much better flight stories at-
Friday, April 11, 2008
I have a confession to make. I can NOT swim. I've tried to learn. I've had many friends tell me, "oh there is nothing to it, I can teach you"... Frustrated and tired of watching me drown they usually give up. It DOES look SO easy. So easy in fact, there were times I took great risks in deep water thinking " Damn, everyone is out there swimming and having fun, I KNOW I can do this'
The first time I had that thought, I was at the local public pool in my neighborhood. I was with a friend and her Mom. I was about 11 and had never been diagnosed with a mental disorder, However... I proceeded to the Highest diving board and Jumped into the 12' deep section of the pool. Right before take off.. I quickly thought, let me jump towards the side of the pool, just in case I need to get to the edge to hold on. That saved my life. I had jumped in and began paddling frantically in the wrong direction! I reached the bottom of the pool and then felt for the side and was able to feel my way up and grab hold of the edge. I noticed no one had noticed my foolishness. The lifeguard was busy flirting, my friends Mom was busy reading. Once I caught my breath, I edged my way around to the shallow end. ( It would be several years before my next 'suicide' attempt...)
I was dating my husband, his sisters boyfriend had an Aunt who lived on the Nissequogue River. We went to her house to go canoeing. She wasn't home, but it apparently was okay with her that he used her yard and canoes. In her back yard there was a beautiful waterfall, that swoooshed into the river. Before we set out on our canoe journey, everyone ( except me) decided to jump in and take a swim. They would jump in, in front of this magical waterfall and it would SWOOsssshhh them way out into the river. They swoooshed away and were swimming about, lot's of laughter, a really great afternoon. I was sitting on the bank with my feet in this waterfall. I looked out at the three happy faces and had that feeling again... I COULD SO DO THIS! My husband (boyfriend) must have sensed my nonsensical thought and he began to yell... LU! DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT COMING IN, BECAUSE I CAN'T SWIM AGAINST THE WATERFALLS CURRENT.. Well, fearless stupid me... I didn't wait to hear his complete sentence... I jumped in Heart first instead of head first. The waterfall did it's SWOOsssshhh (it felt wonderful) and it pushed me out towards the others. BUT he was right.. It didn't push me far enough and I began to drown. He fought so hard to swim against the powerful current. Not aware of his dilemma, I remember clearly thinking "shit, why isn't someone helping me?" I dog paddled as hard as I could but I went under many times. My hero ( he had great abs back then) made it to me in time. He dragged me out of the Nissequogue and onto a very buggy bank, where ( due to his fear) he cursed me out for about 10 minutes. The other couple was just laughing their asses off. Because while he was cursing, he was also pulling all these bugs off of me at the same time. I wish he was here as I write this, because he would probably remember what the heck kind of bugs I had laid on top of and was covered in. I swore I would never go into deep water again..... until
After everything settled down, we still wanted to go out in the canoes, where they knew I would be safe from drowning. The three great swimmers were swimming around fine, while I sat in the canoe. My (future) sister in-law decided she wanted to get back in her canoe and didn't know how to go about it.. so my (future) husband said " You can get in Like this" and he put the two canoes together and boosted himself up. WELL! OVER BOTH CANOES TURNED, with ME IN ONE! I was saved quickly this time, but we lost his keys to the car, his wallet, his sneakers... After paddling back to the Aunt's house but with no way to get inside to use her phone, The men decided to hitch hike back home to get the spare set of keys. While, we girls sat on the bank for HOURS, hungry, thirsty and a bit scared of how deserted the area was. Yet, watching the waterfall and reflecting on this day of adventure and fun that we shared, we wished it could have lasted forever.
for more fearless tales visit- sunday scribblings
Thursday, April 10, 2008
My 3rd week doing thurs. 13! I went with an easy list that I could have easily quadrupled!
13 movies( off the top of my head and in no particular order ) That I've watched over and over again and I know I will watch over and over again....
#1 It's a wonderful life
#2 The wizard of oz
#3 the godfather (1&2)
#4 the other sister
#5 Good Will Hunting
#6 return to me
#7 In the line of fire
#8 Dirty dancing
#9 The prince of tides
#10 Planes, trains and automobiles
#11 A few good men
#12 The way we were
#13 True Romance
Wednesday, April 09, 2008
As soon as I read the 3 words for 3 word wednesday, My mind went back to the first time I went to Radio City Music Hall.
I was about 12 years old. My step-fathers three single sisters took my sister and I on a day trip to Manhattan. It's funny, but that was my first trip to Manhattan, even though we only lived 40 minutes away. I instantly LoVED it. I remember going to the wax museum of horrors. I remember being terrified! There were re-enactments of Frankenstein and dracula killing their victims. The reproduction that stood out to me and really scared me the most was the boston strangler. Then it was off to Radio City Music Hall. Today there are many events and concerts held at this beautiful venue. It is most famous for being home to the 'Christmas Spectacular show' each year.Back in the early 30's when it opened until 1979, It was also a movie Theater. So in 1972, Before the famous, amazing Rockettes came out to perform, They first presented a movie. We saw-Butterflies are free. I remember it starred Goldie Hawn and a male actor portrayed a Blind character, but that is all I recall. I wasn't that interested in the film, I was too busy being mesmerized by the Theater itself. After the movie, When the Rockettes danced across the stage, I was speechless,spellbound and goosebumped. I know this was the exact moment my love for the theater and dance began. I was inspired to take dance classes afterwards and though circumstances in my young life didn't allow me to continue my pursuit, It has been one of my deepest desires and fantasies for.. forever.
Monday, April 07, 2008
I don't think this is what the prompt was intended for but LOST highway brings one thing to my mind... One of my favorite obsessions, L O S T ( the tv show.) I have been riding down the L O S T highway for only ONE short year!
I was a later voyager. I started season one on dvd in March of '07. I could NOT get enough. My husband wanted to savor this series and watch ONE episode one day, ONE another.. I got totally obsessed and a bit CRAZY.I would want to see two or more in a row and He would obnoxiously say.. "Okay that's enough, let's not rush this" I Would Jump off the couch and scream "Your not the fucking L O S T police". I was like an addict who needed more. When we finished season one, I ran out the very next day to buy season two. AGAIN, he would try to hold us back from seeing too many at once. It was like he wanted to get his moneys worth or something? He definitely likes tv way more than I do, BUT when I DO like something.. WATHCH OUT! Season three came out mid december of '07 and we finished it before Christmas, and IN time to start season 4 on tv. My husband started his nonsense again, he didn't want to watch it weekly on tv... he wanted me to WAIT some more. "Let's wait till it's on dvd, we will enjoy it more that way." I don't recall what I screamed: "kiss my ass" rings a bell. Each week my son's friend Jon would join us as we all traveled down the Lost Road. ( thanks to dvr, we FF all the commercials) Then the hiatus.. due to the *%$#% writers strike. ( I think my husband was gloating) We have to WAIT 6 weeks to have more L O S T. It is like torture, UNTIL... blogging pal Rick mentions he likes the show "rescue me".. I picked up season one at the library. I FORCED HUBBY TO WATCH MANY IN A ROW... The following week- season two..Tonight, I just finished 3 hours of Rescue me.. I'm shakey and I NEED to get hold of season three! (This show is also like crack.)
If you aren't hooked on these two shows yet.. Trust me. You owe yourself a 'feel good' present.. go to amazon (or just take the highway) and let the obsession begin.
Saturday, April 05, 2008
Friday, April 04, 2008
Your family is what makes you tick, and you never "flea" from an opportunity to hang out with the whole gang. A family picnic complete with hot dogs, deviled eggs and a refreshing swim in the lake is hard for you to stray from. Your sparky temperament and dogged intelligence mean you are not only a blast to hang out with, but great to work with as well. Your close pals appreciate your patience and forgiveness, knowing you'd rather let sleeping dogs lie than dwell on the mishaps of the past. Your dashing good looks may one day lead to a modelling career, if only you can tame the unfortunate clumsiness that sometimes causes you to go flailing from the catwalk.
Thursday, April 03, 2008
1- HE MAKES A KICK ASS GUACAMOLE ( he makes many delicious dishes)
2-WHEN THE REST OF THE FAMILY SCREAMS 'NO' TO MY ASKING 'WHO WANT'S TO PLAY SCRABBLE', HE USUALLY WILL SAY " I'LL PLAY ONE GAME WITH YOU MOM."
3-HE REPLACED THE TINY PARING KNIFE THAT I WAS USING FOR CHOPPING VEGGIES TO A LARGE CHOPPING KNIFE WHICH MAKES LOADS OF SENSE AND CUTS MY WORK IN HALF
4-HE HAS ENCOURAGED ME TO USE FRESH HERBS AGAIN, BREAKING OFF MY LAZY FLAKE HABIT (parsley,basil, oregano flakes)
5-HE TAUGHT ME THE BEST WAY TO CHOP THOSE HERBS EASILY
6-WHEN I'M OVERWHELMED IN THE KITCHEN.. HE SENSES IT AND ASKS IF I NEED HELP, THEN PROCEEDS TO HELP WITHOUT NEEDING ANY INSTRUCTIONS. ( I was making Chicken Marsala and my chicken got ahead of the rest of the dinner.. He quickly dressed and tossed the salad, washed and set the table, chopped my parsley and started washing pots!)
7-HE POINTED OUT THAT MY WHOLE WHEAT BREAD HAD CORN SYRUP IN IT AND I'VE CHANGED TO A HEALTHIER BREAD
8-HE POINTED OUT THAT I AM BUYING AND COOKING TOO MANY PROCESSED FOODS ( he points out a lot of stuff to me.. I don't always listen to it all)
9-HE WILL RUN ERRANDS FOR ME LIKE GETTING GAS, GOING TO THE LIBRARY, TAKING MY YOUNGEST TO JIUJITSU ( he did a run to the most dreadful errand-COSTCO!
10-WHEN HE REHEARSES HIS 'NOISE' MUSIC AND MY HOUSE IS SHAKING, IT ENCOURAGES ME TO BLAST MY MUSIC WHICH GETS ME TO DANCE AROUND MORE OFTEN
11-HE HAS WONDERFUL FRIENDS WHO ARE ALWAYS AROUND AND ADD MUCH LIFE AND HAPPINESS TO OUR HOME
12-HE HAS PUT HIMSELF ON A DIET AND EXERCISE PROGRAM WHICH IS MAKING HIM shrink. HIM GETTING HEALTHIER IS MAKING ME SO HAPPY AND ITS'S ENCOURAGING US ALL TO GET HEALTHY AS WELL
13- I LOVE HEARING THE GREAT STORIES ABOUT THE KIDS IN HIS CLASS WHEN HE COMES HOME FROM WORK
I JUST LOVE HAVING HIS COMPANY AND GETTING TO SEE HIM EACH DAY ♥♥
(he is about 4 yrs. old here)
Wednesday, April 02, 2008
When the bounce in your step can no longer appease
For your droopy breasts are parallel with your knees
Pour each boob in a cup
It shall LIFT your spirits up
If you wear a mysterious one of these ->
visit- 3 Word Wednesday for more on parallel,bounce & mysterious!
Tuesday, April 01, 2008
Have you ever seen this suspenseful 1944 film? Ingrid Bergman is being driven crazy by her evil husband (charles Boyer). He tricks her into thinking that she is forgetting everything. ( btw.. It is amazing How much Ingrid Bergman looks like Debra Messing) I am either being 'gas-lighted' by my family or I am really going cuckoo.
Last week I had bought dried apricots and Medaglia D'Oro Caff' ( I love adding a few TBsP of espresso in with my regular ground coffee (and cinnamon) Anyway.. I go to eat an apricot and they are already opened. I ask my older son (the only other apricot lover) He claims he never opened it. I assume someone in the store tampered with them, No way will I eat them. Then yesterday I go to use the coffee and IT'S OPENED ALREADY TOO! Again, everyone claims they didn't open it. Considering it takes a can opener to open this item, I really doubt it was tampered with in the store. My husband ( Boyer in disguise) claims I am so forgetful that I opened it and forgot. (I could swear he even sounded like Boyer when he said this!) This is one example of them gas-lighting me. I know I am in perimenopause and have been more forgetful lately, but I KNOW I would remember taking out the electric can opener and opening that freaking coffee! At what point should we consider being forgetful serious enough to look into? I am going to be 49 this August, Can I really be experiencing the beginnings of Alzheimer's already? It is a terrifying thought. Years ago a wise friend told me. "You are like a Christmas tree with way too many ornaments on you. Take OFF some ornaments/ balls and give them to your children". I listened to her, and gave more of my chores to my boys. Lately, However, I am right back to my old habits of doing E V E R Y T H I N G! I feel so overwhelmed at times. My mind is full of all the things I need to accomplish. It also holds lists, doctors appt.'s to keep and make, Who needs what script called in, Birthdays, anniversarys,The families schedule, The names of all my clients, their spouses and kids and EVEN their grandkids names! For goodness sakes, No wonder I can't remember Apricots and coffee. Maybe I'm not being brainwashed or having Alzheimer's, maybe my little brains inbox is full and I need to torridly delete any junk that is taking up valuable space. I think I am going to invent a way to wear my pen and pad around my neck like people do with their glasses. This way, I can jot down Anything that pops in my head and free my brains branches of burdensome balls of bullshit. ( hey.. try to say that 3 times fast!)