So as I slowly come out of my denial….the light at the end of the tunnel is dim but not black. I have been swamped with work, kids and school to where I just shut down, lived through my procrastination and acted like I was in control. This is worse than actually being in control because you’re not really in control. Now that I have emerged here’s what I need to do: Stop saying YES when I really need to say NO.
Because I did not want to work on the 2 syllabi I need I told a friend I would help with her resume. I should have told her NO and sent her to a resume writer. Because I did not want to work on chapter 1 of my dissertation, I went to lunch twice in 1 week. They were bonafide business meetings but I could have said, NO, send me the notes I have work to do. Because I did not want to read articles for my dissertation I took a nap.
Procrastination has a nasty hold on me and it’s not good. I did read the material my nutritionist gave me and in one of the pamphlets it stated I am at a higher risk of getting cancer in another part of my body than I was before. I really think that heifer is trying to scare me. First the fruit message, now this…..speaking of the fruit….the whole thing has me freaked out….. …organically grown fruit…versus pesticides….got me wondering about the toxic people I have let go in my life….I have had to assess who are the organic people in my life versus the people who possess attributes of those nasty pesticides….I still have a few more to let go from that list and they know who they are. Even though I have procrastinated about my work, I am getting my personal life in order.
To me, having good friends is like breathing…it requires a conscious awareness of relaxation and a deep exhale. Friendship should not be stressful. If anyone gives me anxiety or pain I have strayed away from them. Now that’s not to say if I have not called any of you in a while this means you….hahaha….it just means I am busy. I just think the pesticides need to be replaced with organic, authentic people. In Galatians 5:22-23, it says “But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control. Against such things there is no law." So the fruit I bear will always be organic…..while SAVING MY LIFE…….
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Friday, August 21, 2009
Too good not to share
I am in denial....about so many things....so in an effort to maintain my dysfunction I thought I would share what my friend Pat sent me...all the way from New Orleans....It's hilarious so hold on to your wigs, girdles and depends.....
This is why women should not take men shopping against their will:
After I retired, my wife insisted that I accompany her on her trips to Wal-Mart. Unfortunately, like most men, I found shopping boring and preferred to get in and get out.
Equally unfortunately, my wife is like most women - she loved to browse. Yesterday my dear wife received the following letter from the local Wal-Mart:
Dear Mrs.,
Over the past six months, your husband has been causing quite a commotion in our store. We cannot tolerate this behavior and have been forced to ban both of you from the store. Our complaints against Mr. are listed below and are documented by our video surveillance cameras.
1. June 15: Took 24 boxes of condoms and randomly put them in people's carts when they weren't looking.
2 . July 2: Set all the alarm clocks in Housewares to go off at 5-minute intervals.
3. July 7: Made a trail of tomato juice on the floor leading to the women's restroom.
4. July 19: Walked up to an employee and told her in an official voice, 'Code 3 in Housewares. Get on it right away. '
5. August 4: Went to the Service Desk and tried to put a bag of M&M's on layaway.
6. August 14: Moved a 'CAUTION - WET FLOOR' sign to a carpeted area.
7. August 15: Set up a tent in the camping department and told other shoppers he'd invite them in if they would bring pillows and blankets from the bedding department.
8. August 23: When a clerk asked if they could help him, he began crying and screamed, 'Why can't you people just leave me alone?'
9. September 4: Looked right into the security camera and used it as a mirror while he picked his nose.
10. September 10: While handling guns in the hunting department, he asked the clerk where the antidepressants were.
11. October 3: Darted around the store suspiciously while loudly humming the 'Mission Impossible' theme.
12. October 6: In the auto department, he practiced his 'Madonna look' by using different sizes of funnels.
13. October 18: Hid in a clothing rack and when people browsed through, yelled 'PICK ME! PICK ME!'
14. October 21: When an announcement came over the loud speaker, he assumed a fetal position and screamed 'OH NO! IT'S THOSE VOICES AGAIN!'
And last, but not least .
15. October 23: Went into a fitting room, shut the door, waited awhile, then yelled very loudly, 'Hey! There's no toilet paper in here!'
This was too funny NOT to share while I am still.......SAVING MY LIFE.......
This is why women should not take men shopping against their will:
After I retired, my wife insisted that I accompany her on her trips to Wal-Mart. Unfortunately, like most men, I found shopping boring and preferred to get in and get out.
Equally unfortunately, my wife is like most women - she loved to browse. Yesterday my dear wife received the following letter from the local Wal-Mart:
Dear Mrs.,
Over the past six months, your husband has been causing quite a commotion in our store. We cannot tolerate this behavior and have been forced to ban both of you from the store. Our complaints against Mr. are listed below and are documented by our video surveillance cameras.
1. June 15: Took 24 boxes of condoms and randomly put them in people's carts when they weren't looking.
2 . July 2: Set all the alarm clocks in Housewares to go off at 5-minute intervals.
3. July 7: Made a trail of tomato juice on the floor leading to the women's restroom.
4. July 19: Walked up to an employee and told her in an official voice, 'Code 3 in Housewares. Get on it right away. '
5. August 4: Went to the Service Desk and tried to put a bag of M&M's on layaway.
6. August 14: Moved a 'CAUTION - WET FLOOR' sign to a carpeted area.
7. August 15: Set up a tent in the camping department and told other shoppers he'd invite them in if they would bring pillows and blankets from the bedding department.
8. August 23: When a clerk asked if they could help him, he began crying and screamed, 'Why can't you people just leave me alone?'
9. September 4: Looked right into the security camera and used it as a mirror while he picked his nose.
10. September 10: While handling guns in the hunting department, he asked the clerk where the antidepressants were.
11. October 3: Darted around the store suspiciously while loudly humming the 'Mission Impossible' theme.
12. October 6: In the auto department, he practiced his 'Madonna look' by using different sizes of funnels.
13. October 18: Hid in a clothing rack and when people browsed through, yelled 'PICK ME! PICK ME!'
14. October 21: When an announcement came over the loud speaker, he assumed a fetal position and screamed 'OH NO! IT'S THOSE VOICES AGAIN!'
And last, but not least .
15. October 23: Went into a fitting room, shut the door, waited awhile, then yelled very loudly, 'Hey! There's no toilet paper in here!'
This was too funny NOT to share while I am still.......SAVING MY LIFE.......
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Water versus Wine
To my friends who enjoy a glass of wine...
and those who don't.
As Ben Franklin said:
In wine there is wisdom,
in beer there is freedom,
in water there is bacteria.
I heard.....In a number of carefully controlled trials,
scientists have demonstrated that if we drink
1 liter of water each day,
at the end of the year we would have absorbed
more than 1 kilo of Escherichia coli, (E. coli) - bacteria
found in feces.
In other words, we are consuming 1 kilo of poop.....my nutritionist will love this!!
However,
we do NOT run that risk when drinking wine & beer
(or tequila, rum, whiskey or other liquor)
because alcohol has to go through a purification process
of boiling, filtering and/or fermenting.....or so I heard....
Remember:
Water = Poop.
Wine = Health.
Therefore, it's better to drink wine and talk stupid,
than to drink water and be full of crap.
There is no need to thank me for this valuable information: I'm doing it as a public service.....while I SAVE MY LIFE.....
and those who don't.
As Ben Franklin said:
In wine there is wisdom,
in beer there is freedom,
in water there is bacteria.
I heard.....In a number of carefully controlled trials,
scientists have demonstrated that if we drink
1 liter of water each day,
at the end of the year we would have absorbed
more than 1 kilo of Escherichia coli, (E. coli) - bacteria
found in feces.
In other words, we are consuming 1 kilo of poop.....my nutritionist will love this!!
However,
we do NOT run that risk when drinking wine & beer
(or tequila, rum, whiskey or other liquor)
because alcohol has to go through a purification process
of boiling, filtering and/or fermenting.....or so I heard....
Remember:
Water = Poop.
Wine = Health.
Therefore, it's better to drink wine and talk stupid,
than to drink water and be full of crap.
There is no need to thank me for this valuable information: I'm doing it as a public service.....while I SAVE MY LIFE.....
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Nutrition gone bad....
Stitches are out and I feel a little less confined. Will see my doc in 2 weeks and then we talk about tattooing. Ya see in order for me to look whole, I have to have certain areas drawn on….like my areola….for the amount we pay in COBRA insurance I say they can tattoo my entire backside….anyway, saw the nutritionist the same day. Bad idea. Just as I was pumped because I’m healing so well, she gives me the no sugar, no salt lecture. Why is it skinny people think they have all of the answers when it comes to weight? I reminded her that my cholesterol was good, blood pressure was low and I have all of my natural teeth. None of that mattered to her, I got the lecture anyway. She gave me some recipes, none with butter, and tried to get me to consider tofu. Just the thought of tofu makes me wanna throw up in my mouth….so I came home and ate a cup of raspberries….with my chocolate cake….don’t judge me….
She also gave me information on organic fruit. This got my head to spinning, what REALLY is the difference? What is so harmful about pesticides? Do they really preserve the fruit? And if they are so harmful why in the sam hill would the FDA not regulate it better? SHE said…..organic fruit does not contain the pesticides which allow them to grow in a more holistic…ie organic way. She said the pesticides can strip the fruit/meat/vegetable of its nutrients, thus starving a human of all the benefits of those nutrients. Well damn is all I could say. I’m not saying I will buy organic all the time, but I will do my best and wash my veggies/meat/fruit a little better while…..SAVING MY LIFE…..
She also gave me information on organic fruit. This got my head to spinning, what REALLY is the difference? What is so harmful about pesticides? Do they really preserve the fruit? And if they are so harmful why in the sam hill would the FDA not regulate it better? SHE said…..organic fruit does not contain the pesticides which allow them to grow in a more holistic…ie organic way. She said the pesticides can strip the fruit/meat/vegetable of its nutrients, thus starving a human of all the benefits of those nutrients. Well damn is all I could say. I’m not saying I will buy organic all the time, but I will do my best and wash my veggies/meat/fruit a little better while…..SAVING MY LIFE…..
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Community
I think I am going to get a grant to have a wing of ANY hospital named after the Hunley family. Last Wednesday my oldest son goes to the emergency room with a toe the size of a golf ball. Yup, the same son that broke his finger a few months ago……he had a hairline fracture which will heal in a couple of weeks, thank goodness. Until then, he has to tape the neighbor toe to the bum toe…they call it ‘buddy taping’ and he has crutches if he needs them. I’m thinking the Hunleys’ need a healthcare bailout reform overhaul…geez….
So my hubby and I go to a new parent meeting at the kids new school and it looked more like a reunion because of all of the families….good families….that have transferred their children. One thing that made me sad was that I feel like we are starting over. We were set in our community and comfortable. Now we are uprooted and starting anew. But isn’t that what life is about? I know a little something about change....The community is strong and the families were welcoming, something that I have missed in the last year or so.
The first day of school was wonderful. The children were greeted by teachers, aides, staff and clergy. It was great. The parents were treated to coffee and snacks….this is what community is all about and as long as my kids are comfortable, happy, adjusted…then Mommy is happy. Oh yea…the school has a clothing closet. All used uniforms can be retrieved from the closet and all they ask in return is that when your kids outgrow the uniforms, as long as they look decent, just donate them back. I wish I would have known before I spent $$$ on new uniforms!!! I told a girlfriend back East who is the PTA president and she thought this was such a great idea it was implemented right away. This is what community is all about…..
My doc appt this week went well. He will take out my stitches next week and then I begin another round of physical therapy. This time for longer. Not having raised my arms above my head for some time now has been rather uncomfortable but hey…the alternative was worse. I also meet the evil nutritionist next week. She’s supposed to give me recipes. If they don’t have butter in them I know they will be nasty. Ya see, butter to me is the greatest natural wonder. It might be the 8th wonder of the world….if not I should nominate it as such. The smooth creamy texture, lightly salted taste is simply heaven. I love it on popcorn, fish, bread….just about everything. One might say I’m addicted. I really believe it’s Love:) So while I feel good, inside and out, trying to stay sane in a crazy world, keeping my family safe and trying my best to get on that treadmill….I have to remember it’s all in an effort to……SAVE MY LIFE……
So my hubby and I go to a new parent meeting at the kids new school and it looked more like a reunion because of all of the families….good families….that have transferred their children. One thing that made me sad was that I feel like we are starting over. We were set in our community and comfortable. Now we are uprooted and starting anew. But isn’t that what life is about? I know a little something about change....The community is strong and the families were welcoming, something that I have missed in the last year or so.
The first day of school was wonderful. The children were greeted by teachers, aides, staff and clergy. It was great. The parents were treated to coffee and snacks….this is what community is all about and as long as my kids are comfortable, happy, adjusted…then Mommy is happy. Oh yea…the school has a clothing closet. All used uniforms can be retrieved from the closet and all they ask in return is that when your kids outgrow the uniforms, as long as they look decent, just donate them back. I wish I would have known before I spent $$$ on new uniforms!!! I told a girlfriend back East who is the PTA president and she thought this was such a great idea it was implemented right away. This is what community is all about…..
My doc appt this week went well. He will take out my stitches next week and then I begin another round of physical therapy. This time for longer. Not having raised my arms above my head for some time now has been rather uncomfortable but hey…the alternative was worse. I also meet the evil nutritionist next week. She’s supposed to give me recipes. If they don’t have butter in them I know they will be nasty. Ya see, butter to me is the greatest natural wonder. It might be the 8th wonder of the world….if not I should nominate it as such. The smooth creamy texture, lightly salted taste is simply heaven. I love it on popcorn, fish, bread….just about everything. One might say I’m addicted. I really believe it’s Love:) So while I feel good, inside and out, trying to stay sane in a crazy world, keeping my family safe and trying my best to get on that treadmill….I have to remember it’s all in an effort to……SAVE MY LIFE……
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Hand up or hand out?
I received a phone call from the hospital asking me how the service was. You don’t get a card in the mail to fill out anymore a real live person calls and asks your opinion. I told the person my pee pee story and could swear I felt a smile over the phone. I let her know that while I thought it was common for this to happen, a note to the patient or family that they had just messed their pants would be nice. In addition, if they could supply you with some disposable drawers that could add to the level of customer service received….just a thought.
So I get my bandages off and my boobs are not exactly what I thought they would be. They are firm, but the swelling is overshadowing the perkiness and I don’t have a real nipple. I know TMI….I have a flap of skin hanging from each boob in preparation for the nipple. It’s quite an intricate process one that I am learning to embrace. I actually thought I would care what I look like….but I don’t. My come to Jesus meeting some weeks ago has me focused on inner beauty. It’s nice to feel like a woman again, even if it’s not all the way, but it’s better to be alive than care what my boobs look like….
So what’s all the hoopla over healthcare? I received an email from someone today regarding President Obama’s plan on healthcare and how bad it is. First let me say if anybody sends out political emails from your work address please stop. Your company is paying you to work. Second, do the research on who you are sending the email to. If anyone needed a health care plan it’s the Hunley house and I could care less whose name is attached to it. This is not ignorance….it’s desperation. This is not about democrat or republican it’s about saving a life. Socialism? Hahaha….what is Medicare? Medicaid? Food Stamps? VA benefits? Section 8 housing? As my friend Quiana says…the U.S. government is the biggest master planned community this planet has. I don’t think what she said is funny it’s just the truth….
I haven’t always been a part of the needy in America…..and I currently have a great job. It’s just that our society would rather pay millions to athletes than teachers. So since I have no chance of making the defensive line for the Cardinals, you know the short thing gets in the way….I’ll stick to teaching.
So the lesson I gave this person is while you want me to believe that a plan that was so called generated by President Obama is some sort of evil plot to move our society into socialism, I say doing nothing will lead me into poverty. The Kennedy bill (I said I wasn’t ignorant) is 1000 pages long and hopefully someone who is voting on this bill will read it, tweak it and oh heaven’s yes actually pass it. I do not plan on being in my financial situation forever, but my goodness while I am there does it have to be a horrible experience because I need help? So if you have a job, great, if you have healthcare, greater….don’t begrudge me because I ask for help in….SAVING MY LIFE…
So I get my bandages off and my boobs are not exactly what I thought they would be. They are firm, but the swelling is overshadowing the perkiness and I don’t have a real nipple. I know TMI….I have a flap of skin hanging from each boob in preparation for the nipple. It’s quite an intricate process one that I am learning to embrace. I actually thought I would care what I look like….but I don’t. My come to Jesus meeting some weeks ago has me focused on inner beauty. It’s nice to feel like a woman again, even if it’s not all the way, but it’s better to be alive than care what my boobs look like….
So what’s all the hoopla over healthcare? I received an email from someone today regarding President Obama’s plan on healthcare and how bad it is. First let me say if anybody sends out political emails from your work address please stop. Your company is paying you to work. Second, do the research on who you are sending the email to. If anyone needed a health care plan it’s the Hunley house and I could care less whose name is attached to it. This is not ignorance….it’s desperation. This is not about democrat or republican it’s about saving a life. Socialism? Hahaha….what is Medicare? Medicaid? Food Stamps? VA benefits? Section 8 housing? As my friend Quiana says…the U.S. government is the biggest master planned community this planet has. I don’t think what she said is funny it’s just the truth….
I haven’t always been a part of the needy in America…..and I currently have a great job. It’s just that our society would rather pay millions to athletes than teachers. So since I have no chance of making the defensive line for the Cardinals, you know the short thing gets in the way….I’ll stick to teaching.
So the lesson I gave this person is while you want me to believe that a plan that was so called generated by President Obama is some sort of evil plot to move our society into socialism, I say doing nothing will lead me into poverty. The Kennedy bill (I said I wasn’t ignorant) is 1000 pages long and hopefully someone who is voting on this bill will read it, tweak it and oh heaven’s yes actually pass it. I do not plan on being in my financial situation forever, but my goodness while I am there does it have to be a horrible experience because I need help? So if you have a job, great, if you have healthcare, greater….don’t begrudge me because I ask for help in….SAVING MY LIFE…
Sunday, August 2, 2009
Happy and healing...
Well I am upright and lucid and that’s all I can ask for right now. My surgery went well, I am having minimal pain…really only discomfort and as long as I stay on this side of the dirt I am doing ok. There are some personal parts to this blog entry so you might want to remove small children before reading and limit your liquids as you might find yourself laughing and spewing…..
The night before I go into the hospital I get a message from a friend of mine. Let me preface this message by saying what NOT to do before someone you love goes into the hospital for her 3rd major surgery. Ok…my friend leaves me a message stating she is having a rough day. She was downsized a few weeks ago; she did get a severance and has not been able to get a job. Now, while I empathize with her…I snapped. I told her to stop her silly whining…suck it up and flip burgers if she had to. My hubby has been out of work for 8 months, I’ve got unopened medical bills, preparing for my 3rd surgery and 3 kids in private school…do your sniveling on somebody else’s time. Now, we are old college buddies and I can say this to her, but this should be a lesson to not let your personal problems seep into a person who is about to go under the knife in less than 24 hours. I could have talked behind her back, but I would rather tell it how it is. Keep in mind….negativity is a sure fire way to stop getting invited to events…..
So, I show up bright eyed and bushy tailed for my surgery and even drove myself…keeping that control until the last minute. Check in was a breeze and I was on the gurney within 30 minutes of arrival. By the way, I went to a different hospital because I was given the choice to. Because I owe the other hospital I decided not to make waves and go to a different hospital. Sounds trifling, but it was actually very methodical. By the time I need to pay my copay to the new hospital I will have paid the balance at the old hospital. Yup, thought out well in my mind….
The nurse comes in and hooks me up to the IV, the anesthesiologist comes in and my only request to both of them was to not give me the same s*&t that killed MJ. They laughed but I was serious. I told my nurse if you see my anesthesia guy walking the halls after I have been hooked up…call security.
I was awakened in the recovery room by a screaming baby who had just received tubes in her ears. Not the best way to wake up but hell….I WOKE UP….my stomach was queasy and they gave me some stale crackers and warm 7up. The nurse asked me how I felt and I must have mouthed I wanna go home 3 or 4 times till she got it. My throat hurt from the dang tube and that baby was still screaming after what seemed like a really long time!! My mom helped me get dressed, and we noticed a towel between my legs. There was no visible liquid so we brushed it off. My hubby got the car and off I went. Upon further examination of where the towel was situated, when I got home I noticed my undies were wet…yup I peed on myself on the operating table. Am I embarrassed?…nope, they have seen worse I’m sure. Am I mad? yup and I’ll tell ya why.
Now, I blame myself because I should have went before they wheeled me in…the last 2 times I did and I guess I just forgot this time. What really ticked me off was that the nurses sent me home like that!! The least they could have done was pin a note to my gown so the ones I love would have been prepared, but all I was left with was a towel between my legs. Very cruel indeed….I will be including that on my comment card….
My doctor wanted me to be as active as I could and I have been doing a fair share of resting and staying upright. I am wrapped tight like Beyonce in a Versace gown and I get 2 hour intervals of sleep. I received Vicodin this time but just like the Percocet it makes me see strange things and certain parts of my body feel numb so I only take it at night.
Ephesians 5:15-17 tells me that we are to live purposefully using wisdom as sensible and intelligent people. This means to make the most of the time we are given on this earth and not brood over trivial things or things we cannot change. My mission going forward is to make time alone for GOD to know how to use my time while SAVING MY LIFE….
The night before I go into the hospital I get a message from a friend of mine. Let me preface this message by saying what NOT to do before someone you love goes into the hospital for her 3rd major surgery. Ok…my friend leaves me a message stating she is having a rough day. She was downsized a few weeks ago; she did get a severance and has not been able to get a job. Now, while I empathize with her…I snapped. I told her to stop her silly whining…suck it up and flip burgers if she had to. My hubby has been out of work for 8 months, I’ve got unopened medical bills, preparing for my 3rd surgery and 3 kids in private school…do your sniveling on somebody else’s time. Now, we are old college buddies and I can say this to her, but this should be a lesson to not let your personal problems seep into a person who is about to go under the knife in less than 24 hours. I could have talked behind her back, but I would rather tell it how it is. Keep in mind….negativity is a sure fire way to stop getting invited to events…..
So, I show up bright eyed and bushy tailed for my surgery and even drove myself…keeping that control until the last minute. Check in was a breeze and I was on the gurney within 30 minutes of arrival. By the way, I went to a different hospital because I was given the choice to. Because I owe the other hospital I decided not to make waves and go to a different hospital. Sounds trifling, but it was actually very methodical. By the time I need to pay my copay to the new hospital I will have paid the balance at the old hospital. Yup, thought out well in my mind….
The nurse comes in and hooks me up to the IV, the anesthesiologist comes in and my only request to both of them was to not give me the same s*&t that killed MJ. They laughed but I was serious. I told my nurse if you see my anesthesia guy walking the halls after I have been hooked up…call security.
I was awakened in the recovery room by a screaming baby who had just received tubes in her ears. Not the best way to wake up but hell….I WOKE UP….my stomach was queasy and they gave me some stale crackers and warm 7up. The nurse asked me how I felt and I must have mouthed I wanna go home 3 or 4 times till she got it. My throat hurt from the dang tube and that baby was still screaming after what seemed like a really long time!! My mom helped me get dressed, and we noticed a towel between my legs. There was no visible liquid so we brushed it off. My hubby got the car and off I went. Upon further examination of where the towel was situated, when I got home I noticed my undies were wet…yup I peed on myself on the operating table. Am I embarrassed?…nope, they have seen worse I’m sure. Am I mad? yup and I’ll tell ya why.
Now, I blame myself because I should have went before they wheeled me in…the last 2 times I did and I guess I just forgot this time. What really ticked me off was that the nurses sent me home like that!! The least they could have done was pin a note to my gown so the ones I love would have been prepared, but all I was left with was a towel between my legs. Very cruel indeed….I will be including that on my comment card….
My doctor wanted me to be as active as I could and I have been doing a fair share of resting and staying upright. I am wrapped tight like Beyonce in a Versace gown and I get 2 hour intervals of sleep. I received Vicodin this time but just like the Percocet it makes me see strange things and certain parts of my body feel numb so I only take it at night.
Ephesians 5:15-17 tells me that we are to live purposefully using wisdom as sensible and intelligent people. This means to make the most of the time we are given on this earth and not brood over trivial things or things we cannot change. My mission going forward is to make time alone for GOD to know how to use my time while SAVING MY LIFE….
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