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Skip to my Lou

While I was cleaning a room today at the hospital today, I glanced out the window. The view isn’t grand or inspiring, just the Visitors Parking Lot and the city of Omaha stretching out beyond. But today something caught my attention.

There was a man and a woman on the top level heading toward their car. Nothing unusual about that. But then the woman stretched out her arms like a child playing airplane. And then she skipped the rest of the way to their car.

This stayed with me throughout the rest of the day for some reason.

When was the last time I was so excited or energetic that I SKIPPED anywhere? I couldn’t tell you. And that’s kind of sad when you stop and think about it.

I couldn’t skip anyway considering the shape of my right knee and heel these days. But wouldn’t it be nice to experience the same happiness and enthusiasm we did when we were young?


First Snow

When I got out of bed this morning and made my way to the kitchen, I glanced out the porch door. I was surprised to see that it had snowed late last night while I slept.

I shouldn’t have been surprised because the weather man had said that snow was a possibility. I guess you could say that I was surprised that he was right.

Yesterday our high temperature was in the low 60’s. This was around noon. But then the north winds started blowing and that high tumbled rapidly into the 30’s. And that’s not including the wind chill.


Is it the computer or the program?

I wanted to work on some more designs for my Zazzle store yesterday. So, I opened up my ArtRage program and started a new painting. Or so that was what I intended to do.

Once the program started, I tried to lay down a base layer of color and nothing happened. For almost five minutes. I wiggled the mouse and nothing. Tried to shut down the program. NOTHING.

I felt my irritation levels skyrocketing.

Taking a deep breath, I hit CTRL/ALT/DELETE. And waited some more.

Finally, I was able to shut down the program using Task Manager.

After a brief cooling off period, I tried again. And again. And again.

I was never able to start working on my new project or any of the old ones, either. Frustrating beyond belief!

I don’t know if it’s the program or my computer. And I wouldn’t know what to do in any case so I guess it doesn’t matter. I’m tempted to try again. But first I’m going to think nice, calm, peaceful thoughts.

I love my computer. I love my computer. I love my computer.

But sometimes I don’t think it loves me back.

The Cursing Mommy’s Book of Days – A Review

The other day I finally finished listening to “The Cursing Mommy’s Book of Days” by Ian Frazier. Cynthia Nixion narrated the story.

Why finally, you may ask? Well, for starters, they weren’t joking when they called it the Cursing Mommy. This woman swears like a sailor. My husband got an earful one afternoon and announced that he didn’t want to hear that sort of language in the house.

I’m no prude, but I have to agree that the language was a bit excessive.

The story follows along for a year in a blogger’s life. This particular blogger addresses herself as the “Cursing Mommy.”

I can’t say that I enjoyed this book. Yes, there were some hilarious moments. But I often found myself shaking my head at the main character’s vulgarity.

I often thought, “This woman needs a bottle of dish soap to wash her mouth out, a course in anger management, and some AA meetings.”

I could overlook the cursing (not gonna lie, I’ve done a fair bit myself). However, some of the situations seemed unrealistic and over the top, especially when it came to the kids’ schools and their insurance company. I know it was tongue-in-cheek, but it just didn’t work for me.

Another thing I didn’t like was the fact that I didn’t feel that they story WENT anywhere. There was no sense of resolution. I know it’ supposed to be a blog, but the story needed some wrapping up. Some sort of closure. A sense of satisfaction at a story well told.

I didn’t get any of those feelings.

I would like to leave this review on a high note, though. Cynthia Nixon did a fantastic job narrating this story. She was emphatic and emotional. No dull monotone here! She was the best part of this story and I want to thank her for doing such a wonderful job. I couldn’t have gotten through it without her.

This book wasn’t my cup of tea, but that doesn’t mean you might not enjoy it. I’ve included an excerpt below. It was funny, if not exactly safe for work. Beware; the Cursing Mommy does just that and more.

Insurance Form Frustration

Today was my day off, but it was far from relaxing.

It is Insurance Enrollment / Re-Enrollment time at my work. And, guess what? Our premiums are going up AGAIN. Thank you, Obama.

You must complete all forms online, either at work or accessing the site from home. The deadline is November 7th. If you miss the deadline, you are out of luck until the next enrollment period. Isn’t that just grand?

I don’t know why we can’t do things via paper like we used to. I believe I may have mentioned that I get frustrated (read VERY ANGRY) when trying to work on unfamiliar computer stuff. Add insurance nonsense to the equation and I suffer from a hefty dose of Irrational Rage.

Today was no exception.

It didn’t help at all that we were having some sort of ‘Compatibility’ issues. What was showing up on sections of the screen was a bunch of numbers and letters which made NO sense. Needless to say, I surged from zero to RAGE in six seconds flat.

Thank goodness for my husband. He is a calm, rational man. It was his idea to call the help number listed on the instruction sheet I had gotten from work earlier this week.

He placed the call, and once he got through to an operator, he handed the phone to me. After explaining the problem, the operator immediately put me on hold for a ridiculous amount of time.

Finally, we were able to clear up the problem. I finished filling out our insurance forms without another hitch. And I won’t have to worry about doing this for another year.


Flu Shot

When I got to the hospital today, I put my stuff in my locker and went straight up to the Centennial conference room. I could see from the door that there were a few people ahead of me, but the line was moving forward like a well-oiled machine.

One nurse handed me a piece of paper and asked me to fill out all the information and to sign my name and mark the date at the bottom.

No life-threatening egg allergies. Check. No adverse previous reactions to the flu shot. Check.

Good to go.

For some reason the nurse administered the shot right under the skin instead of into the muscle. I’ve no idea why. And I didn’t ask. She said it would leave a mark like a mosquito and to take a pain killer if it was bothering me.

Sure, no problem. A shot is a shot, right?

No!!! A shot is not a shot! That was the most painful shot I’ve had in YEARS!

I know I’m being a bit of a baby. But I’m glad I’ve got my flu shot out of the way, though. I don’t want to risk bringing home anything to my husband or family.

Have you gotten your flu shot yet?

What’s Your Favorite Sound

Can I only pick one? Because I don’t know if I can pick just one. Maybe a few per season? Can I do that?

Why not? I’m going to do that.

My favorite sounds for Winter include the crunch of snow under my feet and the sharp cracking of ice breaking.

Spring brings the soft patter of rain and the beautiful chorus of birdsong with each sunrise.

Summer! Ah, Summer! My favorite season of all! You give me the ocean-like rustle of leaves, the deep rumbling of thunder, and the drone of the cicada.

Autumn, I have not forgotten you. Again, the rustling of leaves, but a sharper, drier sound. The shwish-shwish of kicking through a leaf-drift on the sidewalk. The honking of geese as they fly overhead to their winter vacation spots.

What are some of your favorite sounds?