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Monday, November 26, 2012

Why?


I got a comment on my blog yesterday from my dear friend Ms. Moon about my husband, Jim...about why he was getting handsomer (if that's a word) as the years go by.  I looked at the picture I took of him...in his overalls, without a shower and brushing of teeth and wondered the same thing.

He looks the same as he did when we met.  Sure he has gray hair in his beard and gray in the little hair he has left but he still looks pretty good.  I don't even notice the wrinkles on his face that he says he has.

What is it about men and aging?  I look like I am about 60 years old.  I have a ton of gray hair and I color it but it comes out this funny red color which only makes me older looking.  I have a bunch of hair on my face...thankfully it looks like peach fuzz but usually there is one or two black whiskers that need attention.  It is just not fair.

I exercise 5 days a week, try to watch what I eat take anything that comes along that Dr. Oz says will help burn fat.  He eats ice cream every  night, 10 pieces of toast for breakfast and if he runs once a month, he is bragging about how he worked out.  

I don't quite understand it but it must be in the genes.  My genes are not great.  My mother was old looking when I was a kid.  I remember having the "old" mother and not wanting her to come to my school.  She did anyway.  I guess paybacks are hell.  I am becoming the old mom now.  Poor Howie!

Anyway, today has been a good day.  A walk in the frost and fog, being caught up at work and doing some birthday shopping for my 16 year old to be...

The best thing though...Turkey soup boiling on the stove from a young looking 51 year old husband who worked from home, a kid that can finally swallow after 5 days of a terrible sore throat, and being told I look pretty in my jeans and top I wore today.  

He may be looking good for 51 but he needs glasses.  Hey listen, I'll take it and pretend he can see...

We'll  tawk tomorrow,
I love you all,
Terry





Sunday, November 25, 2012

Change is a constant...

Hello you guys, I have been gone for awhile.  I have been in what I call..."the purple funk" and I have had a hard time getting out of it.  I opened my blog and noticed that I haven't written since the election and to me, that seems like ages ago.

I don't do change well and when my middle son moved out, it sent me into a bit of a tail spin.  I like things to be the same.  I can predict how the day is going to be, what needs to be done and how I am going to get it done.  I can even predict when a patient of mine is getting close to death so I can sort of plan for that too.

After three months, I am finally adjusting to three of us in the house.  I am starting to understand this last child, his likes, dislikes and things that are not to be done.  It's funny, when the Queen came home, she pointed out how Jim and I say, "Howie likes that" a lot.  She went to the store for groceries and Jim got some things that we didn't usually buy and when Christie asked him about them, he said, " Howie likes that" and moved on.  Then, when she and I went to see Bruce the other night...at Starbucks, I pointed out that Howie likes the coffee cake.  She laughed and told me the story of how in our house, everything seems to revolve around what Howie likes.  I think there is some truth to that.

Anyway, marching band season is over for the Lobo Regiment and it was a great time.  Don't get me wrong, there were moments when I was sure I couldn't make another soup, chili or muffin but when all was said and done...it was awesome.  They took 4th in the state competition and were so proud of themselves.  Marching band kids do work hard.  The Golden Buffalo Marching band season ended yesterday with a sad loss to Utah.  Jim, Howie and I went to the game to see Mac and Christie march the last show of the season.  The weather was beautiful and the Buff's at least stayed in the game for most of it.  


Like I mentioned earlier, I went to see Bruce on Monday.  He was really good and my friend, Debbie and I took our daughters.  He rocked it although he didn't do any encores.  I have been to about 9 shows and he always does encores.  Is he getting old too?

Jim is turning into Mr. Mountain man...he is outside with the chainsaw cutting trees in his carhart overalls and appears to be happier than he has been in a long time.  He is building a pen for the dogs and at the rate he is going, it will be nicer than my house.  I am glad for the dogs though.  We are terrible dog owners and for them to have a nice place to be...makes me feel better.


Lost a sweet woman on Friday...reminded me of my mother.  I have been taking care of her for about a year and when I saw her on Thanksgiving...I knew it was probably the last time I saw her alive.  I kissed her and told her that it is hard work to die and  she was doing such a good job...  Told her family to tell her it was okay to go and that they will never forget her and that they will be okay.  She slept her way into heaven that night...

Change is happening faster than I can keep up.  I am working out 5 days a week and have a big belly growing in the front.  I can't do enough sit ups to tone it up and my guess is that it ain't going away. I also notice that I have such deep wrinkles between my brow...
from worrying...do you think?

So I am getting old and I guess and change is inevitable.  When I talk about my children and mention that I have two in college, I get a twinge of sadness because they have been my life and now they are getting their own lives.  This last one at home is getting a lot of attention and not liking it but...too bad.

So that is that.  I am back...learning to cope with change, trying not to keep my brow furled and trying to enjoy the last one at home.  I guess I didn't think the time would come when I wouldn't be a mother to needy children and should just be happy about that.

Hope you had a good Thanksgiving...it was quiet around here.

We'll tawk soon,
I love you all,
Terry






Wednesday, November 7, 2012

Some thoughts on red and blue...

The election is over and I am very glad.  I want to come clean and let you all know that I voted for Romney.  I voted for him because of his experience running businesses and getting budgets balanced.  I didn't like his social agenda at all...but in my brain, I figured that if his business savvy can end this recession...all the rest can be worked out.  Pretty simple conclusions I guess...

In Colorado, the "us against them, me against you if we don't agree" was crazy.   I was talking about who I was leaning for but wasn't sure and got called a "racist" and a"homophobe"...that I was one of "them."  I'm sure folks voting for Obama got the same type of treatment.  Listen, I am an registered independent...although when I got my ballot, I thought I was a registered democrat.  It is a free country and I believe you can vote for who think will run the country best and so can I...without being called names!


Now on the news, I hear that both parties are posturing about what went on last night.  The Democrats are saying they aren't going to let the Republicans push them around and the Republicans are going to dig their heels in.  Are we all adults or what?  The President is one man and if the congress doesn't figure out how to play nice...give concessions on both sides, we are never going to move forward.  

So, I am worried.  Not worried about what President Obama is gonna do but what he is not going to be able to do with all of these hard headed politicians.  

The question was asked "Are you better off than four years ago?"  If I answer truthfully, I am not.  Jim hasn't had a raise...cost of living or merit in 4 years, I am working for an agency that uses Medicare and Medicaid for payment...and they have all decreased the payments to us and hence, me.   Having said that, I'm pretty damn lucky to be where I am.  I am living what I think of as the american dream...a nice home, kids, husband and food on the table...

I guess I sound complacent and entitled to this life...and maybe I do.  I am also lucky and I know that too.  My father was a cop in New York and my mother drove a school bus.  I was raised in a lower middle class family and my parents never went to college.  My father barely finished high school...but took the test to be a cop and passed.  My father built our home in Yonkers with the help of other cops and firemen on their days off.  They had no  mortgage...just hard work and saved money from a cops salary.  I have seen folks work hard for what they have...

But honestly, I would love to have more money...and a lot of it.  If I won the lottery, I wouldn't give it back...

I wish President Obama the best...and Michelle and the kids.  I can't imagine that this four years is gonna be much easier than the last four although I hope so.  I also hope the folks in Congress get over themselves and hear what the people are saying and work for us...because you know what...they do.

As for Jim and I, since they legalized pot last night in Colorado, we are going buy some land in Grand Junction and start growing it...industrialized and recreational.  I am sure that will make us more money and probably make a lot of people pretty happy.  

Here's my wish for all of us be you a republican, democrat, peace or green party...May we stop the fighting, come together and get the country moving into a peaceful time of prosperity!

We'll tawk tomorrow,
I love you all,
Terry