- Global pandemic (who was getting COVID and where did they live)
- COVID-19 (who thought it didn't really exist or that it wasn't that serious)
- Social distancing (who wasn't doing a good job of it and needed to be shamed)
- Masks (who doesn't know how to wear one correctly and which ones are crap)
- Sheltering in place (who didn't wanna comply and why why why)
- Education (who was inconvenienced by the schedule and remote learning) (guilty party right here!)
- Toilet paper and cleaning supplies (who was hoarding, who was deprived and WHY toilet paper?)
- Politics (who was slinging mud and who was getting muddy)
- Election (let's just not go there....it's still not even wrapped up completely)
- Children (who was losing their mind being trapped at home with their kids and who was grateful that they didn't have any)
- Elderly (who was paying attention to their vulnerability and who had loved ones stuck in nursing homes)
- First responders (who didn't appreciate their tireless work and who was exhausted from being essential)
- Relationships (which unions were going to crumble under the stress and who was "flourishing and blossoming in the most loving ways" 🙄) (I call BULLSHIT!!)
- Work (who was forced to go to work and who lost their income)
- Racism (whose lives mattered and who felt that racism was/wasn't prevalent) (It IS, for the record)
Sunday, December 27, 2020
Tuesday, November 24, 2020
I'm writing today's blog with no intention. This is a first. I usually sit down with a subject that I want to chat about and then work on covering all of my points. It's the Project Paper lover in me.
Yes, I was one of those dorks who loved to write essays or term papers in school. "What? We have a project due? Excellent! This should balance out those shitty test grades I got from never studying."
(My mother is cringing if she's reading this. She's fully aware that I had the worst study habits and it's done nothing but burn her biscuits all of these years.)
Today I'm gonna just sit my arse down and write.....let all of those lovely words in my brain flow out. No subject.
(this is me staring at the page)
You know what?
I'm freaking tired.
I'm tired of all of the bullshit going on around us. I'm tired of the political chaos. I'm tired of logging onto social media and seeing people argue as if their nasty words mean anything more than a way to cause pain. I'm tired of the hate. I'm tired of the schedule of life being flip flopped every time I think I'm getting used to the 'new normal'. I'm tired of seeing no toilet paper on the shelves at the damn store. And I'm tired of being tired.
To go even deeper, I have a whole list of crap that exhausts me on an internal level.
I don't sleep well, yet I always want to lay down. I'm depressed after discovering that I had bunch of friends who say hateful things on Facebook that don't match my beliefs. I'm hurt because I have people in my life who I adore, yet don't reciprocate my level of personal investment, so I must "let them be." I'm anxious about my daughter getting a good education and what it will mean if I don't do my part at a home well and she begins to slide. And chocolate doesn't taste right anymore.
Yet, there are people who have far larger worries than I do. And we all need to keep that in mind. We need to maintain perspective. It will foster gratitude.
Positive mindset, my peoples. I'm struggling to maintain it, but I'm trying.
We have a popular saying at our house that makes us giggle. We got it from my friend, Trish.
Trish and I were standing in the yard between our houses, talking about life and when there was a pause, she sighed, crossed her arms over her chest, eyebrows raised, and nodded knowingly, while saying, "Tough times, Vic. Tough times."
I don't know what it struck me as funny. It was so worldly and knowledgable, but it also made me think, "These things ARE tough, but it could be so much worse."
Also, she has the BEST facial expressions EVER and makes me laugh constantly, so I'm sure that factored into it.
So, as we approach the season of giving thanks, I say two things to you:
Yes, these are indeed tough times. We must cut ourselves some slack and just try our best.
But we need to remember that times are tougher elsewhere. Be compassionate. Use your gratitude to bring awareness to what's going on around you. And be gentle with those who are experiencing something different. We all are on separate paths.
I can't just end this on such a serious note.
I've been sending my daughter to school with a joke of the day. It started out as just ONE joke for ONE day. I thought it would be cute to put on her note in her lunch. (What is a cat's favorite color? Purrrrrple.)
The following school day, she asks, "Mommy, can you do another joke?"
Okay. No problem. I get on the internet and find another one. (What do you call a big pile of kittens? A MEOWntain.)
The following school day, she's getting dressed and she says, "Mommy, you better get down stairs and get working on your joke for today. I share them with the whole class."
Excuse me? Suddenly, I'm required to provide humor for her 4th grade class? Like, this went from something cute, to a job. Add that to my list of shit that will stress me out.
And then I think, 'One day she won't want jokes. And maybe she feels good entertaining the kids. And the teacher seems to be cool with it. Bust out your funnies, girl. These are tough times."
I will leave you with a few clean jokes I found along the way. I find them to be more entertaining when you try to imagine them when reading them the second time. Cuz you always have to read them twice. Enjoy.
- Two fish are in a tank. One says to the other, “How do you drive this thing?” (get it? The OTHER kinda tank)
- Just got attacked by 6 dwarves. Not Happy.
- Two fish swim into a concrete wall. One turns to the other and says, “Dam.”
- Larry was an old piece of lasso who steps into a bar one day for a drink. The bartender looks at him suspiciously and says, “Hey, Pal, we don’t serve ropes here.” Larry steps outside, ties himself into a clove hitch and unravels one of his ends into a feathery mess. He goes back inside and in a low voice says, “Beer, please.” Bartender says, “Hey. aren’t you that rope who was just in here?” Larry replies, “No, I’m a frayed knot.”
Friday, August 7, 2020
Wow. That was a long "24 hour"s. 🙄
Let me start where I left off.
I went to the workout. I was soooooo nervous and totally freaked out and completely anxiety- ridden. All I kept thinking about was how out of shape I was going to be compared to everyone else. And, really, it did me no good.
Everyone starts somewhere. Nobody is born looking like an Olympic athlete. You never hear about babies bursting out of the womb and bench pressing the changing table. "Drop and give me 50" said no pediatrician ever.
Except for maybe this baby's doctor
Anyway, my therapist, Steve, always says to "identify the fear" when I get like this. And then determine "if it's a rational fear or not".
Just the word FEAR kind of straightened me out. It's a freakin' workout class.....with friends.....taught by someone I trust more than most family members. What is there to be AFRAID of?
Nothing. And as I pulled into the parking lot, I became blessedly fearless and totally psyched. I was a tad nervous, but I think that's a rational reaction.
I was definitely a new kid on the block in the workout world, but it all felt very normal to not be able to lift a lot of weight, or do reverse lunges with my knee far from touching the floor. I giggled with Lynn when we lost our balance using our resistance bands for curls. And Rose and I shot each other desperate looks when Trish called out, "Okay....let's do it all again" after a grueling set of side planks and crunches.
Again, everyone starts somewhere. I looked at that class as being my baseline by which I would measure every workout to come. Cuz I was gonna go back. I knew it when I packed up my equipment. I accomplished stuff and I felt completely awesome afterward!
Don't we look happy post-workout? I love them ever so. Me and my girls......
Flash forward to yesterday and, while I still can't do some things well, I know that my knee was waaaaaay closer to the floor than it was two months ago while doing my reverse lunges. And I have increased weight and amount of resistance to my workout. My biceps jiggle a lot less when I shake my arms and I can do some killer squats.
Here is the biggest shocker of them all.....
I'm having hand surgery in a few days and I'M GOING TO MISS GOING TO MY CLASS!
I can't believe I just typed those words in reference to working out, and yet I mean them with every fiber of my being. In June, if you told me that I would be longing for the exact thing that I was totally freaked out to even start, I would've told you that you were completely bonkers.
But it's true. Totally true story.
Friday, June 12, 2020
- Looking like an out of shape klutz and being totally spastic while exercising.
- Not being able to keep up with everyone else.
- Being judged.
Thursday, June 4, 2020
I saw an excellent post on Facebook recently about 2020 bringing about the 1918 Pandemic, 1929 Depression and 1968 Race Riots back all at once. These three things at once have definitely tested our resourcefulness and fortitude during the the past few months. Even more so, we have certainly discovered where many of our fellow Americans sit in regards to discrimination and loyalty, through their words and/or actions. We've been tested physically, mentally, financially and emotionally.
Someone needs to fix 2020....... TOUT DE SUITE! We can start here....
I've been itching to get back to blogging for the past few months, but the things that matter the most to me right now are some hot topics that are better left to "bigger actions and stronger forums". Not some blog that will only invite people to take sides and argue points. The "keyboard warriors" are gonna have to look elsewhere. Instead, I implore you to use your energy to take action. Didn't your mama tell you.....
Cough medicine, I get. But virus wasn't causing the runs....the trots....the flyarrhea....the loose juice.....the flying jimmies....the stinkle tinkle....the joggins.....or my own personal favorite, the bubblins.
I do want to apologize to anyone who felt that my posts misled them in any way due to the financial cost. Everything I posted was factual and sincere. However, I didn't consider that some people may have felt as though omitting the price of the program led to them pursuing an option that they never would have pursued had they been given that information. I will say with 100% certainty that I never thought of the price because to me, personally, it was invaluable. I just wanted to share my success.
I did the program over 2 years ago, so I have no idea what the cost is now. If you would like to get more information on this, I would recommend asking Lydia personally. She offers a number of ways to receive financial assistance if you are interested.
And yes, she's affordable.