Well It Sure Feels Like A Brand New Start
I know it’s not February first yet, but according to the air temperature it’s like a whole new season. We need to come up with some kind of phrase to identify this trend in unusual, possibly alarming, weather system changes. I can do 50 degrees all “winter”. I’ll even take the occasional one day snow storm followed by three days of melt. However my little daffodil buds are getting confused. Here’s a picture of them looking sad and sort of green-yellow in the grey and dirty dirt. The ground is not ready for them to sprout yet, but the heat says, “Come on up! The air is fine!” But it’s not.
I shall monitor their early progress for you. Via words and more pictures. Although be prepared for this site to take another sucky turn. As you know, I pride myself on posting just about every day with brilliant and insightful, meaningful, inspiring words and positive vibes and energy to you and the world abroad. Uh. huh. Well, I post every few days. And it’s almost always positive. That won’t change. The new issue is that I may actually have something else that I will need to be doing, full time, and for a good amount of money. Hint hint. Cough cough. Ahem. If I ain’t being too subtle here. Something worthy enough to give up my day job as resident blobber, blogger, desperately searching for an outside gig. I will let you know by the end of the week if I can finally change my Facebook status to: Works. Period. Anyway, February is always my lucky month for work related stuff. That’s when I got my last job too. It’s weird when stuff happens like that isn’t it?
I’m about to go get some food with the family and have a margarita. Just one. And it will be small. Well, smaller. We have an awesome place very close by. And I checked my med info. Moderate alcohol is ok. One drink every week or two will probably be just fine. And FYI, in case you were wondering, I have my next doc appt. this week to check on those meds, and even though it seems unlikely, I really think I feel better. Like, not sick feeling. Clear headed and without any throbbing or eye and temple pain. Maybe that BP was killing me. Sometimes drinking the kool-aid isn’t always a death sentence. Hard lesson to learn. In just a few days, I have tried to overhaul my sodium intake and step up the exercise regimen. We, me, everything, that you eat for convenience or that comes in a processed package is LOADED with mg’s and mg’s of that sneaky sodium. I spent my last few days buying some snazzy new jeans and t-shirts to transition myself slim again. Thanks to the new spandex and technologically advanced textile manufacturing, my jean size didn’t change! And no one will ever see the tags that say “high stretch fabric” or “extreme tensile strength materials”. Those labels are on a big old garbage truck heading for the dump. And I purposely shopped for colorful fruits and vegetables today. I think I shall be more boring to hang out with, but, I shall be hanging out a lot longer. Alright, one more picture because I like to take pictures of the skeleton trees. Later.
just shy of pretty 
Mom...aka Rita said,
January 31, 2012 at 1:28 pm
Excuse my ignorance but…………where exactly are you supposed to use ‘double doodie’ bags?? (camping?) Since I don’t camp, this is the only place that I can think of that makes any sense……..sort of……. Please enlighten me.
masnstevy said,
January 31, 2012 at 4:26 pm
Camping, fishing, hunting, etc…anywhere you can go that won’t have a bathroom. You could even use it if you were re-doing your bathroom and you didn’t have a toilet. I mean, YOU will never need it personally but people do!
Amanda a.k.a The Greatest Sister of All time! said,
January 31, 2012 at 4:40 pm
Just have to wonder when you became anti-taking pills Rita..aka Lisa..aka Little Rita?!? Haven’t you been yelling at mother all last year to shut up and take her medicine just to turn around and stop taking your one BP pill???
masnstevy said,
January 31, 2012 at 5:49 pm
Yes I know. I yelled at myself. Big Rita yelled at me. The doctor yelled at me. The physical doctor yelled at me. Everybody said I should know better. I agree. I’ll add you to the list when I make one. In my defense…those pills did NOT make me feel better at that time. I feel MUCH better this time around. Maybe it’s my attitude. Maybe it’s the lack of a concurrent infection, an abscessed wound and the stress of finishing nursing school and worrying that I would fail or be thrown out of the program. Whatever it is they are working now. I have high BP and I am, and will continue, to take the meds. Prob forever. Thank you for your concern. Oh and FYI, I bet I am wayyyyyy skinnier than you this summer!! hahahahaha. XO