My mind is starting to go. It used to work just fine, but a few months ago it began working like an old car that occasionally gets stuck in neutral. My husband, Marty, tries to help me get it started. Sometimes if he gives me a mental push, I can get back on the road again.
Me to Marty: I got a call from this guy today.
Yeah. Who was it?
I get a pained expression.
He’s tall, has a lot of tatoos. Likes to take pictures.
Oh, your son, Adam.
That’s him.
What did he say?
He wanted to know what to buy.
What to buy? Was he going to the grocery store?
No he’s buying something for an occasion.
What kind of an occasion?
It’s for a holiday that’s a month or two away.
Memorial Day?
No.
Fourth of July?
No.
What is he buying for a holiday? Does he need some decorations?
No, it’s for me. He wants to buy something for me.
For you? On what occasion would your son want to buy you something? Oh no, Honey! Did I forget your birthday?
No. No. No. My birthday isn’t until January.
Are you sure he wanted to buy something for you?
Yes. Yes. Oh now I remember. My son asked what I wanted for Mother’s Day.
Oh, that’s nice.
Yes, it is. I guess remembering people’s special occasions just sort of runs in the family.
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
To Do or Not To Do
I am a recovering perfectionist. I used to keep a running TO DO list. I never let anything drop off of it. Every few months, the page of my Big Chief tablet would get full. (If you know what a Big Chief tablet is, I wager you’re over 40.) I would tear off the top page and rewrite my list on the next page. I would omit the items that I had completed and crossed off. But I never deleted any other items. I just carried every little thing that I ever thought of to do, forward with me month after month. I never deleted an incomplete item. It was like carrying around Santa Claus’s pack. Unlike Santa Claus whose load gets lighter with every house he visits, my list got longer with every month that passed.
No item was too old to continue nagging at me. This actually has a good side. It explains why I got my engineering license 21 years after I graduated from college and why I finished my son’s quilt 12 years after I started it. (See http://veronicajungehobson.blogspot.com/2009/02/stitch-in-time.html.) But the bad side is the weight of all those incomplete tasks dragged me down. No matter how many tasks I completed, if there were items still on the list, I felt like a failure.
I finally decided to reform. I threw away my To Do list. No more carrying around tasks that were years old. I made a fresh start. If I felt that I had to make a list, it was only for one week or one day. The next day, I started all over with blank paper, nothing carried over from the past.
I continue recovering. I still have trouble allowing myself time to do fun things, but I’m learning. Having my husband, Marty, as a companion to watch tv, go out to dinner or see movies with helps me take time to enjoy life. Sometimes I relapse and I start to feel guilty for not accomplishing more things. I complain to Marty. “Well, honey, just do what I always do,” he says brightly. I look toward my love with hope in my eyes until he says, “Just make yourself a list.”
No item was too old to continue nagging at me. This actually has a good side. It explains why I got my engineering license 21 years after I graduated from college and why I finished my son’s quilt 12 years after I started it. (See http://veronicajungehobson.blogspot.com/2009/02/stitch-in-time.html.) But the bad side is the weight of all those incomplete tasks dragged me down. No matter how many tasks I completed, if there were items still on the list, I felt like a failure.
I finally decided to reform. I threw away my To Do list. No more carrying around tasks that were years old. I made a fresh start. If I felt that I had to make a list, it was only for one week or one day. The next day, I started all over with blank paper, nothing carried over from the past.
I continue recovering. I still have trouble allowing myself time to do fun things, but I’m learning. Having my husband, Marty, as a companion to watch tv, go out to dinner or see movies with helps me take time to enjoy life. Sometimes I relapse and I start to feel guilty for not accomplishing more things. I complain to Marty. “Well, honey, just do what I always do,” he says brightly. I look toward my love with hope in my eyes until he says, “Just make yourself a list.”
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Sugar and Spice
Little girls are so sweet. Their mothers adorn them in frilly, lacy dresses. Precious little girl smiles beam from their faces. Beautiful, flowing hair graces their heads. They are so feminine and cute.
We got to spend time with Marty’s youngest granddaughter, Julianna, this past Sunday. Carmen, Shane and Julianna traveled with Marty and me to Paris, Texas for the confirmation of Marty’s grandson, John.
We arrived at church almost an hour early. Carmen had dressed Julianna in a precious little blue and white dress. She had on white tights and dainty little white shoes. The only flaw I had noticed was that her bangs were hanging in her eyes. I decided to tie them back with a rubber band. I grabbed Julianna and began brushing her hair. She started crying. I persisted in brushing. She went limp and collapsed to the floor. I returned her to my lap and squeezed her between my legs. I started putting in the rubber band. She threw her head from side to side. I made a few more twists in the rubber band. She escaped from my lap and I barely finished putting in the rubber band before she ran away.
When church began and we sat down, she was fussing mildly and rubbing her eyes. I took her to the nursery.
“I’ll get this kid to sleep in no time and I will be able to return to my seat with a sleeping child and enjoy the service.”
So, I thought.
In the nursery I stood and patted her. I sat and rocked her. I held her tight until my arms were aching and I was sweating. It was a long service. I chased her and wrestled with her for 2 hours during the church service. She finally got so rambunctious that I took her out to the car and strapped her into her car seat. I sat in the front seat for 20 minutes and read my book.
She sat in the back and drank her juice and fussed about being confined. She finally got quiet and I was able to devote myself to reading my book. A few minutes later, I heard her shoe striking the seat after she removed it and hurled it across the car. I saw no harm in her removing her shoe. In a minute I heard the other shoe as she dropped it to the floor. Now she could relax since her feet were no longer confined. She seemed content and all was quiet for about 5 minutes. Then I heard this slurping noise coming from the back seat. It sounded as if she was sucking on a lollipop. I turned around to view a strange sight.
She had obviously been busy for the last 5 minutes. I could see that she had pulled on the tights on her right foot. She yanked on the tights until the heel was at her toe. She tugged some more until the area for her knee was down at her foot. Then she gave the tights a final stretch until she reached her goal. When I turned around, she had the toe of her tights in her mouth and she was happily sucking away. I decided it was time to put her feminine little shoes back on.
Later at Aunt Taunya’s house in the country, she was excited to check out the many amusements available to her. Mommy changed her from her frilly dress and white shoes to jeans and sandals. She ran in the grass in the big yard. She pulled on the gate to the back pasture. Her hair (bangs amazingly still in the rubber band) flew behind her as she rode through the air in the swing. Her mommy, Carmen, took her for a walk in the back lot to see the baby ducks. The ducks were in a pen. Aunt Taunya said they would soon be big enough to be released into the yard where they could enjoy the duck pond. The pond was an oval just 6 feet wide and only 1 foot deep. Even though it was small, the previous flock of ducks had gotten maximum enjoyment out of the few gallons of water in the pool.
Julianna and Mommy returned to the main yard and Julianna kept Mommy and Pa Paw and me busy monitoring her whereabouts. She opened the gate and escaped 20 feet into the back pasture before I caught her and hauled her back. She roamed about the yard, petted the dog, chased the kittens and looked for an escape route through the front gate. We felt safe when she became interested in a ball in the middle of the yard. We all sat down to rest and watch her from the comfort of our chairs. She stopped in front of the duck pond. We all watched as she gazed into the water. Then without warning, she walked right into the pond. Her jeans were soaked to the knees. Mommy took her inside and put her into a pair of dry shorts. Fortunately, the sandals just required shaking out. (I don’t know if the toes of sandals are as tasty as the toes of tights. Perhaps not. I didn’t see her sampling them.)
Later there was chocolate cake that I used to lure her once again away from the back gate. Aunt Taunya even provided an Easter egg hunt and Juli picked up six eggs. Finally at 4:30 pm it was time to go. We all loaded into the car: Marty, Carmen, Shane, Julianna and me. We got about 10 minutes down the road and Carmen said,
“Julianna is asleep.”
I turned around so I could see her. She looked so cute and feminine. When she was asleep.
We got to spend time with Marty’s youngest granddaughter, Julianna, this past Sunday. Carmen, Shane and Julianna traveled with Marty and me to Paris, Texas for the confirmation of Marty’s grandson, John.
We arrived at church almost an hour early. Carmen had dressed Julianna in a precious little blue and white dress. She had on white tights and dainty little white shoes. The only flaw I had noticed was that her bangs were hanging in her eyes. I decided to tie them back with a rubber band. I grabbed Julianna and began brushing her hair. She started crying. I persisted in brushing. She went limp and collapsed to the floor. I returned her to my lap and squeezed her between my legs. I started putting in the rubber band. She threw her head from side to side. I made a few more twists in the rubber band. She escaped from my lap and I barely finished putting in the rubber band before she ran away.
When church began and we sat down, she was fussing mildly and rubbing her eyes. I took her to the nursery.
“I’ll get this kid to sleep in no time and I will be able to return to my seat with a sleeping child and enjoy the service.”
So, I thought.
In the nursery I stood and patted her. I sat and rocked her. I held her tight until my arms were aching and I was sweating. It was a long service. I chased her and wrestled with her for 2 hours during the church service. She finally got so rambunctious that I took her out to the car and strapped her into her car seat. I sat in the front seat for 20 minutes and read my book.
She sat in the back and drank her juice and fussed about being confined. She finally got quiet and I was able to devote myself to reading my book. A few minutes later, I heard her shoe striking the seat after she removed it and hurled it across the car. I saw no harm in her removing her shoe. In a minute I heard the other shoe as she dropped it to the floor. Now she could relax since her feet were no longer confined. She seemed content and all was quiet for about 5 minutes. Then I heard this slurping noise coming from the back seat. It sounded as if she was sucking on a lollipop. I turned around to view a strange sight.
She had obviously been busy for the last 5 minutes. I could see that she had pulled on the tights on her right foot. She yanked on the tights until the heel was at her toe. She tugged some more until the area for her knee was down at her foot. Then she gave the tights a final stretch until she reached her goal. When I turned around, she had the toe of her tights in her mouth and she was happily sucking away. I decided it was time to put her feminine little shoes back on.
Later at Aunt Taunya’s house in the country, she was excited to check out the many amusements available to her. Mommy changed her from her frilly dress and white shoes to jeans and sandals. She ran in the grass in the big yard. She pulled on the gate to the back pasture. Her hair (bangs amazingly still in the rubber band) flew behind her as she rode through the air in the swing. Her mommy, Carmen, took her for a walk in the back lot to see the baby ducks. The ducks were in a pen. Aunt Taunya said they would soon be big enough to be released into the yard where they could enjoy the duck pond. The pond was an oval just 6 feet wide and only 1 foot deep. Even though it was small, the previous flock of ducks had gotten maximum enjoyment out of the few gallons of water in the pool.
Julianna and Mommy returned to the main yard and Julianna kept Mommy and Pa Paw and me busy monitoring her whereabouts. She opened the gate and escaped 20 feet into the back pasture before I caught her and hauled her back. She roamed about the yard, petted the dog, chased the kittens and looked for an escape route through the front gate. We felt safe when she became interested in a ball in the middle of the yard. We all sat down to rest and watch her from the comfort of our chairs. She stopped in front of the duck pond. We all watched as she gazed into the water. Then without warning, she walked right into the pond. Her jeans were soaked to the knees. Mommy took her inside and put her into a pair of dry shorts. Fortunately, the sandals just required shaking out. (I don’t know if the toes of sandals are as tasty as the toes of tights. Perhaps not. I didn’t see her sampling them.)
Later there was chocolate cake that I used to lure her once again away from the back gate. Aunt Taunya even provided an Easter egg hunt and Juli picked up six eggs. Finally at 4:30 pm it was time to go. We all loaded into the car: Marty, Carmen, Shane, Julianna and me. We got about 10 minutes down the road and Carmen said,
“Julianna is asleep.”
I turned around so I could see her. She looked so cute and feminine. When she was asleep.
Thursday, April 2, 2009
Take Control of Cancer
Cancer is a disease that makes you feel powerless. You don’t know if you are going to get it and you feel powerless to prevent it. If you get it, you don’t know if you will survive and you feel like it is taking over your life. But having knowledge about research, prevention and treatment options can help you feel more in control of your life.
CancerReportDaily.com is a website that connects you with the latest news about cancer. It has links to news stories about lung, skin, breast, colon and many other types of cancer. The stories are always current because the site is updated every day. Even though a d
iagnosis of cancer is a dreadful thing, this website is a voice of hope.
The site’s founder has lost several friends and family members to cancer. Because of this, he created CancerReportDaily.com as a way to help people who are suffering from cancer. There are so many preventions and treatments that are advancing everyday. He wants to share this knowledge with people. He is a man with a good heart who cares about people. I should know. He is my husband, Marty.
CancerReportDaily.com is a website that connects you with the latest news about cancer. It has links to news stories about lung, skin, breast, colon and many other types of cancer. The stories are always current because the site is updated every day. Even though a d
iagnosis of cancer is a dreadful thing, this website is a voice of hope.The site’s founder has lost several friends and family members to cancer. Because of this, he created CancerReportDaily.com as a way to help people who are suffering from cancer. There are so many preventions and treatments that are advancing everyday. He wants to share this knowledge with people. He is a man with a good heart who cares about people. I should know. He is my husband, Marty.
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