I'm sitting here thinking that it is fall and I'm what you consider middle aged. I think I am at least. 41? Is that middle age? If it is, I have a whole hell of a lot of stuff I need to get done before I'm old age. I am looking forward to becoming old, I don't want it to fast. We know what happens after old age.
Have I ran enough races? Cooked enough cookies? Left my mark on this world so that someday my great, great grandchild will remember me and say: "you know that was my great G.G that did....." What did I do? What is it? I'm looking for it. Is that what people do when they are middle aged? Looking for it? Instead of realizing they have it? I know I have it. Love, Life, Laughter and a whole bunch of other stuff in between. Happy Monday.
Monday, September 26, 2011
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
A day in debbie's Head.: Work out harder????
A day in debbie's Head.: Work out harder????: I mean really? Really? I ran this morning, worked all day and then went to my class for what I guess you could call kick boxing. Grante...
Work out harder????
I mean really? Really? I ran this morning, worked all day and then went to my class for what I guess you could call kick boxing. Granted, I probably shouldn't have eaten a bag of m&ms on the way over. I did have a red bull. I thought it gave me wings. I worked out so hard that my knees are black and blue, I can't cough with out feeling the aches in my abs and I am deleting and retyping just as fast as I can because of the shakes. Although that could be from not having a drink since Saturday as well.
Leaving the class with my sweaty headband (I forgot to slip the depends pad in it, you would be amazed at how much sweat this holds. Patent pending) and wings on my back. Feeling like I could take on the world. I get the "hey Debbie". "Your only here for an hour. You should really try to give it your all." I thought he was only kidding. I mean talk about taking the air out of my wings. I thought I did give it my all.
Poop lip sticking out, head down I leave the room. Wanting to cry all the way home. I could quit. That would be easy. I don't do - EASY. I'll be back. With wings and my depends for my headband.
Leaving the class with my sweaty headband (I forgot to slip the depends pad in it, you would be amazed at how much sweat this holds. Patent pending) and wings on my back. Feeling like I could take on the world. I get the "hey Debbie". "Your only here for an hour. You should really try to give it your all." I thought he was only kidding. I mean talk about taking the air out of my wings. I thought I did give it my all.
Monday, September 19, 2011
Mondays aren't bad in my world.
My friend Fred and I went a little farther down the trail and I came across these strange mushrooms. Do you eat these? I wonder if I would die if I just licked them?
As Fred and I continued down our path, we entered the tunnel of sticks. Some people hate these (wikee ups, I like to call them) Fred and I love them. They just add a little more something- something to the trails. If you like this, you should see the rock piles.
It was a great day. For me at least. I came home and googled frog legs for dinner. Just kidding!
Friday, September 9, 2011
meeting my new niece
How thrilled I was to arrive safe and sound 8.5 hours after leaving home to arrive at my brothers house. He had told me that if I needed him, I could call at anytime. As he would have his phone by his bed. I had texted him at 1:00 a.m. to send me his address. He got it this morning. A little late you could say.
Anywhoo, sleep finally arrived about 3:00 a.m. Only to have my sweet little niece jumping on top of me at 6:00 a.m. What a peanut. I was able to spend some quality time with her before she left for school. I had promised to read a story to her class as well as attend lunch with her later on today. Good times. I made a lot more friends and found out that I should probably think about going back to the first grade to learn some interesting things. Who knew. To, two and too. Pronouns in first grade. REally? I thought we still would take naps. I think they wanted to put me in time out after making 60 paper airplanes for the kids. Oops.
My new little niece Kate. God how I love her. I didn't think it was possible. She is such a good little baby. Poor thing looks like a little old man with her hair line (no worries, Auntie crazy will fix that). She is beautiful. I can't wait to see what kind of woman she grows into. She has the cutest smile ever. I'm sure she is brilliant.
I need to catch some sleep so, I can continue to teach my elder niece how to fight. There was a child in class that was bothering other kids. I told her if he came around to kick the kid in the balls. My brother told me that we don't talk like that in this house. Oops. So, I didn't talk. I just showed her. Tomorrow, back flips off the diving bored. Boxing in the back yard and ice cream and cupcakes in the evening. We played until she passed out tonight. Hopefully we will do the same tomorrow. I only have a day left.
Peace and love my friends. Peace and love.
Anywhoo, sleep finally arrived about 3:00 a.m. Only to have my sweet little niece jumping on top of me at 6:00 a.m. What a peanut. I was able to spend some quality time with her before she left for school. I had promised to read a story to her class as well as attend lunch with her later on today. Good times. I made a lot more friends and found out that I should probably think about going back to the first grade to learn some interesting things. Who knew. To, two and too. Pronouns in first grade. REally? I thought we still would take naps. I think they wanted to put me in time out after making 60 paper airplanes for the kids. Oops.
My new little niece Kate. God how I love her. I didn't think it was possible. She is such a good little baby. Poor thing looks like a little old man with her hair line (no worries, Auntie crazy will fix that). She is beautiful. I can't wait to see what kind of woman she grows into. She has the cutest smile ever. I'm sure she is brilliant.
I need to catch some sleep so, I can continue to teach my elder niece how to fight. There was a child in class that was bothering other kids. I told her if he came around to kick the kid in the balls. My brother told me that we don't talk like that in this house. Oops. So, I didn't talk. I just showed her. Tomorrow, back flips off the diving bored. Boxing in the back yard and ice cream and cupcakes in the evening. We played until she passed out tonight. Hopefully we will do the same tomorrow. I only have a day left.
Peace and love my friends. Peace and love.
Saturday, September 3, 2011
Family, love and losses
Family. It's a funny thing. When you come from a family that is as large as mine, you are bound to be fighting with someone. That's alright. When your family you can say what you want, speak your opinion (like it matters). However, if your not my blood and you say something negative about my family. Watch out. Attack mode sets in.
It was a stressful day for some of my family. It has been over three years ago that we have lost a loved one to murder. How do you go on from that? How do you not have anger deep down about this loss? Revenge? How do you try to understand what happened? I'm not sure. It is like a limb is lost. You can move on and learn a different way of life, but you will always have this phantom feeling of that limb. You will always think he should be here. He should see this. Share this. I still grieve for him. I still miss him. I can deal with my pain. I have a hard time dealing with my loved ones pain. It is however, amazing that as a family we can come together. We can love each other so deeply. We all share this loss. Yet, there we are, a group of people with all this love and still hurting. It's very emotional. I am so lucky to have the family I do. To have been raised with strong family support and values. Family love. I would never take it for granted. I am very blessed. Thank you God.
It was a stressful day for some of my family. It has been over three years ago that we have lost a loved one to murder. How do you go on from that? How do you not have anger deep down about this loss? Revenge? How do you try to understand what happened? I'm not sure. It is like a limb is lost. You can move on and learn a different way of life, but you will always have this phantom feeling of that limb. You will always think he should be here. He should see this. Share this. I still grieve for him. I still miss him. I can deal with my pain. I have a hard time dealing with my loved ones pain. It is however, amazing that as a family we can come together. We can love each other so deeply. We all share this loss. Yet, there we are, a group of people with all this love and still hurting. It's very emotional. I am so lucky to have the family I do. To have been raised with strong family support and values. Family love. I would never take it for granted. I am very blessed. Thank you God.
Friday, September 2, 2011
UPS driver watch out
You know when you can tell that it is just going to be an ugly day? You know when you wake up and can't find anything to wear in your closet, that is flooded with clothes. You know when your taking a shower and the drain is so plugged that the dirty water is rising up to your knees by the time your ready to get out. You know the one. The one that on your way to work, your stuck behind a driver in the passing lane that is going 10 miles under the speed limit... and then it goes something like this:
Busy work day (cutting hair) one after the other. The Salon Coordinator comes back and says that I need a money order. I ask her to run to the bank to get it (because that is all the company will accept), only to have my assistant come back and tell me that the UPS driver wouldn't wait or come back. Trying not to look as pissed off as I am, because I have a client in my chair and I should be worrying about her hair, not killing the UPS driver. Ugh. I finally (maybe 5 min. later) run out the door with check book in hand to find the woman in the ugly brown uniform. I spot her at a few business' down the street. "Hey lady" I yell. She tries to avoid eye contact. "Hey you, lady" I yell again as I'm gaining on her. I want my order, and I want it now. She say's with attitude "I only have to stop once and you weren't able to get it". Are you flipping kidding me. I said "I"m going to the bank, right there" and I point to it. "You better have my stuff back at the boutique." She say's "I don't have to." Now mind you, between all of this, I have to go to the bathroom real bad. I asked her if she is the sub for this route. Thank GOD she was. My regular driver knows the routine. This story could get real long. I get to the bank, only to have the teller tell me she couldn't give me a money order. Well, I was pissed, but not as mad as I was when I opened my check book to find no checks. Wow. I yelled. Now I had to run back to the Salon/boutique to get more checks. I will be back in a hot second. Talk to your supervisor. They do this all the time for me. I finally get my money order. I poke my head out the door to look both ways for the ugly brown truck with the ugly brown uniformed witchy woman. There it is (and I'm talking about the woman). Another block away from the Salon. I run down to the truck. Waiting (legs crossed, doing the pee-pee dance) for her to come out of the building. I shove the money order in her face and tell her that she better have that box of clothes at my door step by the end of the day. It was a stand off. She didn't want to give in and I didn't want to pee my pants. Let's just say I got my clothes and I got to go to the bathroom.
The day continues: I have two appointments not show up for their cuts and color (very frustrating). Although I was able to steam my clothes. I'm so glad it's friday and I can order my fish fry. A smile finally comes across my face. They tell me it will be 45 min. No problem. I go to the bookstore to check out the running and muscle magazines to kill some time. I want to buy a bag of chips so bad. I however know that I have a bad heart and favor the idea of just eating my greasy fish fry it will only be a few more minutes. While waiting, I drop my magazine. Yup, I bent over to pick it up off of the floor and I heard and felt the rip and flash of my ass crack coming through my new 300 dollar jeans (no worries, I got them on sale big time). Now what was I to do? How was I to get to my car to pick up my fish fry? I did it. ONLY to get there and have that woman tell me "I hope you enjoy your fish, it's only been done for 40 min." You know what? Give me my damn fish. I get home to enjoy the cold fish and my yellow undercooked baked potato.
I should have just ordered the damn fries.
Busy work day (cutting hair) one after the other. The Salon Coordinator comes back and says that I need a money order. I ask her to run to the bank to get it (because that is all the company will accept), only to have my assistant come back and tell me that the UPS driver wouldn't wait or come back. Trying not to look as pissed off as I am, because I have a client in my chair and I should be worrying about her hair, not killing the UPS driver. Ugh. I finally (maybe 5 min. later) run out the door with check book in hand to find the woman in the ugly brown uniform. I spot her at a few business' down the street. "Hey lady" I yell. She tries to avoid eye contact. "Hey you, lady" I yell again as I'm gaining on her. I want my order, and I want it now. She say's with attitude "I only have to stop once and you weren't able to get it". Are you flipping kidding me. I said "I"m going to the bank, right there" and I point to it. "You better have my stuff back at the boutique." She say's "I don't have to." Now mind you, between all of this, I have to go to the bathroom real bad. I asked her if she is the sub for this route. Thank GOD she was. My regular driver knows the routine. This story could get real long. I get to the bank, only to have the teller tell me she couldn't give me a money order. Well, I was pissed, but not as mad as I was when I opened my check book to find no checks. Wow. I yelled. Now I had to run back to the Salon/boutique to get more checks. I will be back in a hot second. Talk to your supervisor. They do this all the time for me. I finally get my money order. I poke my head out the door to look both ways for the ugly brown truck with the ugly brown uniformed witchy woman. There it is (and I'm talking about the woman). Another block away from the Salon. I run down to the truck. Waiting (legs crossed, doing the pee-pee dance) for her to come out of the building. I shove the money order in her face and tell her that she better have that box of clothes at my door step by the end of the day. It was a stand off. She didn't want to give in and I didn't want to pee my pants. Let's just say I got my clothes and I got to go to the bathroom.
The day continues: I have two appointments not show up for their cuts and color (very frustrating). Although I was able to steam my clothes. I'm so glad it's friday and I can order my fish fry. A smile finally comes across my face. They tell me it will be 45 min. No problem. I go to the bookstore to check out the running and muscle magazines to kill some time. I want to buy a bag of chips so bad. I however know that I have a bad heart and favor the idea of just eating my greasy fish fry it will only be a few more minutes. While waiting, I drop my magazine. Yup, I bent over to pick it up off of the floor and I heard and felt the rip and flash of my ass crack coming through my new 300 dollar jeans (no worries, I got them on sale big time). Now what was I to do? How was I to get to my car to pick up my fish fry? I did it. ONLY to get there and have that woman tell me "I hope you enjoy your fish, it's only been done for 40 min." You know what? Give me my damn fish. I get home to enjoy the cold fish and my yellow undercooked baked potato.
I should have just ordered the damn fries.
Thursday, September 1, 2011
fuzzy day
A day in my head today is a little fuzzy from a day in my head last night at Sol Blu. Ugh.
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