Well, I am home from my trip to stare at the ocean.
The dogs were a real chore. They loved being with us, they HATED the water and the long car ride. They were good babies though.
I believe the official White Trash Convention was staying at our hotel this year. There must have been 6 or 7 family units of some mixture there. I might get into that later. It is a story all unto itself.
We only left the hotel to eat lunch out every day. I did well - stuck to healthy stuff as much as possible.
I found this trip that I am older and/or out of shape big time. I normally can play in those waves for hours. Honey, one of them waves knocked me down and 3 more pounded me before I could drag my ass out. I thought I was gone to meet my maker for sure. I never pictured meeting Him while wearing a swimsuit. At least it was a one piece. And when I showered that evening, there was sand and pieces of shells all in my butt. Ugh.
Hubby and I only fought twice and that was when he went to change lanes without looking over his shoulder at his blind spot and we almost broadsided a huge SUV while going 70 MPH. At the next spot we could pull over...I DROVE. The other was when he opened the door to our balcony and dumped the sand from his shoes right there! Right in the doorway where we had to walk to get to the balcony to sit. Are all men so damn dense?
As far as "the other"...the hope that I had had for the trip... Like the song says; "Nothing changes round here". But that's okay. I might just settle into a comfortable spot anyhow.
Monday, August 25, 2008
Sunday, August 10, 2008
Oceans, Tears and Other Large Bodies of Water
One week from today, barring any complications financial or otherwise, I will be at the oceans front for 6 days. Please complications... don’t raise your ugly heads. Last year when we were supposed to go, the car was in the shop to the tune of $2400.00.
I cannot remember a time I did not love the ocean, or the lake, or a pool. Mostly the ocean though.
I don’t swim that well, but I could stay in the water for hours and hours. I’ve met jellyfish face to face, (well - face to legs anyway), and have been pulled into an undertow, but even with those fears slightly in the back of my mind, I still love to be in the water.
I hate hot weather, but with the ocean and I can at least cool off whenever I need to. Some people go on vacation and shop and go to shows. To me the biggest show is the water. I can be anywhere I want to be watching those waves. I can be anybody I want to be.
Husband as well as the furry babies, are going. I am praying this will be a good time for husband and I. Maybe without all the work stress and the bills and the routine business of life we can pull back the passion we had once, before it disappears never to return. The shrink is not optimistic, but I feel I have to be. Who would have ever thought I could be more optimistic than my shrink?
Maybe if it does nothing else, the salt water can wash the profound aloneness and sadness from my heart.
I cannot remember a time I did not love the ocean, or the lake, or a pool. Mostly the ocean though.
I don’t swim that well, but I could stay in the water for hours and hours. I’ve met jellyfish face to face, (well - face to legs anyway), and have been pulled into an undertow, but even with those fears slightly in the back of my mind, I still love to be in the water.
I hate hot weather, but with the ocean and I can at least cool off whenever I need to. Some people go on vacation and shop and go to shows. To me the biggest show is the water. I can be anywhere I want to be watching those waves. I can be anybody I want to be.
Husband as well as the furry babies, are going. I am praying this will be a good time for husband and I. Maybe without all the work stress and the bills and the routine business of life we can pull back the passion we had once, before it disappears never to return. The shrink is not optimistic, but I feel I have to be. Who would have ever thought I could be more optimistic than my shrink?
Maybe if it does nothing else, the salt water can wash the profound aloneness and sadness from my heart.
My Review of Pinhole Glasses
DISCLAIMER: I am neither promoting nor demoting these glasses. I am simply performing a favor asked of me by way of this BLOG.
A few weeks ago I was asked to “test drive” a pair of glasses called “Pinhole Glasses” and then write a review about them. The picture linked is the style I was sent except the lenses on mine were clear rather than the ones shown.
The glasses I received had clear plastic frames and the lenses appear to be black plastic and has tiny little holes covering the entire lens. The glasses came with no literature explaining them or how to wear them.
When I “googled” the glasses, I found a little information about how they are supposed to help you regardless of what type of eye problem you have. The information linked is the page I read.
I began having trouble reading close material the year I turned 40, and have gotten away so far with reading glasses from the drug store or department stores. Without reading glasses, the words in a book pretty much just all blur together. Ah the joys of aging.
I tried the pinhole glasses both for reading print material, for working on the computer, and for watching television.
When reading, if I squinted and concentrated on just one of the pinholes, I could read as well as I could with my over the counter reading glasses. Squinting to look through just one pinhole however would defeat the purpose of reading glasses and in my case squinting tends to cause me to have a headache.
When looking at the computer monitor and the TV, they did not do the trick for me.
To sum it all up, in my case, the glasses were not helpful in my situation.
A few weeks ago I was asked to “test drive” a pair of glasses called “Pinhole Glasses” and then write a review about them. The picture linked is the style I was sent except the lenses on mine were clear rather than the ones shown.
The glasses I received had clear plastic frames and the lenses appear to be black plastic and has tiny little holes covering the entire lens. The glasses came with no literature explaining them or how to wear them.
When I “googled” the glasses, I found a little information about how they are supposed to help you regardless of what type of eye problem you have. The information linked is the page I read.
I began having trouble reading close material the year I turned 40, and have gotten away so far with reading glasses from the drug store or department stores. Without reading glasses, the words in a book pretty much just all blur together. Ah the joys of aging.
I tried the pinhole glasses both for reading print material, for working on the computer, and for watching television.
When reading, if I squinted and concentrated on just one of the pinholes, I could read as well as I could with my over the counter reading glasses. Squinting to look through just one pinhole however would defeat the purpose of reading glasses and in my case squinting tends to cause me to have a headache.
When looking at the computer monitor and the TV, they did not do the trick for me.
To sum it all up, in my case, the glasses were not helpful in my situation.
Monday, August 04, 2008
Hazardous Lunch Breaks
Today during my lunch hour, I went to the grocery store up the road. I only drive to work two days a week and the other 3 days I carpool with my husband to save on gas.
Now if you have been reading my blog for a while, you may have read where I had another lunchtime incident some time ago involving a hit and run where a lady hit me then proceeded to drive on to her home as if it never happened. I know where she went because I followed her there and blocked her in while I called the Highway Patrol.
The store I was going to today is only 2 miles up the road from my office and since we have a fridge here at work, it saves me from having to stop after work when I need to pick up a few things.
As I was headed to the store, minding my own bees-wax, I passed an apartment complex just as a truck was coming down the driveway of the complex. Evidently he didn’t notice the stop sign because he was out in the road a good 4 foot by the time he stopped, causing me to slam on brakes and swerve into the other lane to avoid him.
Now believe it or not, I did not flip him the finger as I was as I was desperately attempting not to t-bone his truck. I just went right on past and turned into the store parking lot which was only about 300 yards on up the road.
I noticed when I turned in to the store parking lot that he turned in right behind me. Before I knew it he had punched it and come up right beside my window. Now I am not an idiot…I do everything I can to avoid road rage incidents and this time was no exception. I did not look over at him nor did I slow down, I just went right on to the store front and pulled in to a parking space. After all, it may have been a coincidence that we were going to the same place.
I sat in my car for a few seconds to be sure though, and noticed he had bypassed several nice parking spots and was very slowly driving right behind me. This got my attention sure’nuff. He went to the end of the parking lot and turned around and drove back past the back of my car very slowly. He did this a total of 5 times.
After the fifth time, he pulled his truck around and parked at the end of the parking lot and sat there with his truck facing me. There was not another business where he had parked and he was not in a parking space. He was just sitting there, facing my car. I was at this point rather hesitant about getting out of my car.
I sat there about 10 more minutes and he never moved. Finally I decided to get out and hurry on into the store. The cashier up front must have seen something in my face because she immediately asked me what was wrong. She called the manager up front and when I explained to him what had happened he walked outside to look around.
When he came back he said the truck with the man in it was still sitting there and when he walked towards the truck and got a little closer the guy drove off and he watched him leave the parking lot and drive on to the road.
I have no clue what his intentions were. I don’t know if he was out looking for a fight, and thought that I was pulling in hoping he would follow so I could confront him or what. I do know this, it gave me a very uncomfortable feeling. My heart was beating so hard, even by time I got back here to work, that I could almost hear it. I despise being afraid. I resent terribly for someone to cause me to be intimidated.
I am a former cop as most of you who have been reading a while know, so I don’t panic easily at all, but this episode made me very nervous. This time I followed my gut when it said to STAY IN THE CAR.
I believe had this incident went in another direction this man would have harmed me, all because HE pulled out in front of ME in traffic.
Gives me a whole new set of reason to purchase a cell phone….and a concealed weapon permit.
Now if you have been reading my blog for a while, you may have read where I had another lunchtime incident some time ago involving a hit and run where a lady hit me then proceeded to drive on to her home as if it never happened. I know where she went because I followed her there and blocked her in while I called the Highway Patrol.
The store I was going to today is only 2 miles up the road from my office and since we have a fridge here at work, it saves me from having to stop after work when I need to pick up a few things.
As I was headed to the store, minding my own bees-wax, I passed an apartment complex just as a truck was coming down the driveway of the complex. Evidently he didn’t notice the stop sign because he was out in the road a good 4 foot by the time he stopped, causing me to slam on brakes and swerve into the other lane to avoid him.
Now believe it or not, I did not flip him the finger as I was as I was desperately attempting not to t-bone his truck. I just went right on past and turned into the store parking lot which was only about 300 yards on up the road.
I noticed when I turned in to the store parking lot that he turned in right behind me. Before I knew it he had punched it and come up right beside my window. Now I am not an idiot…I do everything I can to avoid road rage incidents and this time was no exception. I did not look over at him nor did I slow down, I just went right on to the store front and pulled in to a parking space. After all, it may have been a coincidence that we were going to the same place.
I sat in my car for a few seconds to be sure though, and noticed he had bypassed several nice parking spots and was very slowly driving right behind me. This got my attention sure’nuff. He went to the end of the parking lot and turned around and drove back past the back of my car very slowly. He did this a total of 5 times.
After the fifth time, he pulled his truck around and parked at the end of the parking lot and sat there with his truck facing me. There was not another business where he had parked and he was not in a parking space. He was just sitting there, facing my car. I was at this point rather hesitant about getting out of my car.
I sat there about 10 more minutes and he never moved. Finally I decided to get out and hurry on into the store. The cashier up front must have seen something in my face because she immediately asked me what was wrong. She called the manager up front and when I explained to him what had happened he walked outside to look around.
When he came back he said the truck with the man in it was still sitting there and when he walked towards the truck and got a little closer the guy drove off and he watched him leave the parking lot and drive on to the road.
I have no clue what his intentions were. I don’t know if he was out looking for a fight, and thought that I was pulling in hoping he would follow so I could confront him or what. I do know this, it gave me a very uncomfortable feeling. My heart was beating so hard, even by time I got back here to work, that I could almost hear it. I despise being afraid. I resent terribly for someone to cause me to be intimidated.
I am a former cop as most of you who have been reading a while know, so I don’t panic easily at all, but this episode made me very nervous. This time I followed my gut when it said to STAY IN THE CAR.
I believe had this incident went in another direction this man would have harmed me, all because HE pulled out in front of ME in traffic.
Gives me a whole new set of reason to purchase a cell phone….and a concealed weapon permit.
Friday, August 01, 2008
"In My Secret Life"
I was introduced to a song recently. "In My Secret Life" by Leonard Cohen.
I saw you this morning.
You were moving so fast.
Can’t seem to loosen my grip
On the past.
And I miss you so much.
There’s no one in sight.
And we’re still making love
In My Secret Life.
I smile when I’m angry.
I cheat and I lie.
I do what I have to do
To get by.
But I know what is wrong,
And I know what is right.
And I’d die for the truth
In My Secret Life.
Hold on, hold on, my brother.
My sister, hold on tight.
I finally got my orders.
I’ll be marching through the morning,
Marching through the night,
Moving cross the borders
Of My Secret Life.
Looked through the paper.
Makes you want to cry.
Nobody cares if the people
Live or die.
And the dealer wants you thinking
That it’s either black or white.
Thank G-d it’s not that simple
In My Secret Life.
I bite my lip.
I buy what I’m told:From
the latest hit,To the wisdom
of old.But I’m always alone.
And my heart is like ice.
And it’s crowded and cold
In My Secret Life.
My daughter has an amazing ability to find songs that actually mean something. This one sounds so much like several posts I have written here.
Maybe everyone has a secret life. Maybe I am not so unusual after all.
On the other hand, maybe it is true that many artistic types are like me, just a little bit...off.
I saw you this morning.
You were moving so fast.
Can’t seem to loosen my grip
On the past.
And I miss you so much.
There’s no one in sight.
And we’re still making love
In My Secret Life.
I smile when I’m angry.
I cheat and I lie.
I do what I have to do
To get by.
But I know what is wrong,
And I know what is right.
And I’d die for the truth
In My Secret Life.
Hold on, hold on, my brother.
My sister, hold on tight.
I finally got my orders.
I’ll be marching through the morning,
Marching through the night,
Moving cross the borders
Of My Secret Life.
Looked through the paper.
Makes you want to cry.
Nobody cares if the people
Live or die.
And the dealer wants you thinking
That it’s either black or white.
Thank G-d it’s not that simple
In My Secret Life.
I bite my lip.
I buy what I’m told:From
the latest hit,To the wisdom
of old.But I’m always alone.
And my heart is like ice.
And it’s crowded and cold
In My Secret Life.
My daughter has an amazing ability to find songs that actually mean something. This one sounds so much like several posts I have written here.
Maybe everyone has a secret life. Maybe I am not so unusual after all.
On the other hand, maybe it is true that many artistic types are like me, just a little bit...off.
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