I used to have my eyebrow pierced. Yep, that's right. And my highschool graduation pictures show it proudly much to my parents' chagrin.
I used to be engaged. Yep, that's right. I was a teenager. I was stupid. He was a moron. And the ring was itty bitty and ugly. Some of my highschool graduation pictures ALSO show that piece of lovely jewelry. Much to mine AND my parents' chagrin.
I once ate a cricket covered in strawberry syrup...and I wasn't paid any money for it.
I can belch just as good as any man...and I am NOT ashamed to admit it.
I snort when I laugh. I mean, you have to get me laughing pretty darn hard...and I have to not be paying attention. But if you catch me in the right moment. I'll snort. Yes, I sure will. And boy, it's a doozy.
I talk baby talk to my cat. Oh, you SO did not already know that!
I have this uncanny ability to identify actors' voices in animated movies, animated tv shows and voice overs in commercials. Yeah, you know I'm cool.
I say "Bowl" not "Boyl" for the word BOIL. Like, I would like some bowled eggs please. And "Ole" not "Oyl" for the word OIL. Like, I'm gonna go get my ole changed. This annoys and cracks up my parents to no end. Especially my dad who just today asked me who Popeye's girlfriend was just to hear me say "Olive OLE."
I am someone's blue marshmallow.
I was born with a hole in my lung.
I am one of the pickiest eaters you will ever meet. If I don't like the texture, temperature, color, smell, or the way a food looks back at ME...I'm not eating it.
But I do like peanut butter and turkey sandwiches.
I love snakes, but I am scared to death of cockroaches. And every time I see one, I name him Charlie and scream for someone to come kill him for me.
I have this recurring nightmare that I am going to die from falling. Falling from a very high place. I am not afraid of heights. I am afraid of falling.
I am allergic to shellfish and shrimp.
I had childhood asthma, I grew out of it, and now I smoke a pack of cigarettes a day.
I bite my fingernails.
I wear my seatbelt.
I know how to change a flat tire. In the middle of the desert even.
I have loved so much it hurt. I have laughed so hard I cried. I have felt so much I went numb. I have walked until my legs gave out. I have slept for 4 days straight. I have stayed awake for 4 days straight. I have given. I have taken. I have won. I have lost. And I will do it again. Love more, laugh more, live more.
And stomp on more Charlies.
March 20, 2006
March 17, 2006
Time for More Pics! (And None of Them Include ME!! YAY!!!!)
This would be Mom and the pups, Annie and Whitney. Here, they are somewhat happy about their picture being taken. Although, in every pic we take of Whit...her eyes always take on a very evil glow. But she really is the sweetest dog ever.
2nd picture taken and the pups are DUNZO! But look how great Mom looks. Can you believe that this woman is 45? Yes Mom...I told the world that you are 45...BUT LOOK AT YOU! Be proud! I can only PRAY that I look like this when I'm her age. What a babe!
I think the dogs may have been abducted by alien invaders and dumped back out in the dirt yard to make it SEEM like they were only out there "basking" in the sun. Hmmm. Better keep an eye on those little buggers.
"Mission Impossible: Good morning Mr. Nermies. Your mission, if you choose to accept it, is to jump out of this box and scare the poop out of the next person or puppy that walks by. No one suspects you are even IN this box. It's the PERFECT hiding spot. You are SO brilliant Mr. Nermies. This message will self destruct in...what the..."
"MOMMY!!! I am TRYING to be a top SECRET AGENT HERE!!! Would you PLEASE get away from me with the darn camera already. Ugh! I bet Tom Cruise never ran into this problem."
This would be the dirt yard. We do not have grass yet. But we love our dirt yard in our own special way. One of these days it will be green. In the meantime as you can see at the bottom, mom has her potted plants while she dreams of a yard and garden!
We do have a strip of green from where the back neighbors have grown rye grass in their backyard and it's grown under the fence! That's where the pups usually go and lay. It's their strip of heaven.
March 16, 2006
Doom's Day
So...April 24th is THE day. The day of my hip replacement. Some of you already know this but I'm writing it down anyway. Because that's what I do. The nurse called and she just kept saying, "CONGRATULATIONS!! CONGRATULATIONS!!" Umm. Is there a party going on that I don't know about? Did I win the lottery and I just don't remember buying a damn ticket? *sigh* I realize that she thinks that this is a "new beginning" for me. And it is. A very freaking scary one. I'm very freaking scared. April 24th is looming dangerously close. But at least I have more than ONE week to prepare myself mentally. CAN you prepare yourself mentally for something so life altering? The other night I had a dream that I woke up in the hospital bed and they had put the new hip in the wrong leg. Granted, that leg will need a new hip eventually anyway, but I felt so angry and helpless. And the fact that I knew they had to take me right back into surgery to put a new hip in the CORRECT leg just about sent me over the "panic" ledge of the Grand Canyon of panic attacks. Needless to say, as Mom put it, if that really DID happen, BOTH of my legs would be fixed and we would own the hospital. But still. This just shows how anxious I am at this point. I hate to see how I am a week before the actual surgery.
So, anyway...that's what's happening with that. I have to go 28 days before my surgery to give my first unit of blood. There's been a bit of "confusion" with that. I say that in quotes because when I say "confusion," I mean that the Dr. Warmth and Charm is a complete IDIOT and has no idea what he's doing. When I left the clinic he had told me that I can just "walk in" to the blood bank and they would just "know what to do with you." Well, thank goodness that that sounded weird to me, and I CALLED the place. They told me that I needed a PRESCRIPTION from Dr. Genius with EXACT instructions on what to do, and then I'd have to HOPE I could get an appointment on the date I needed before my surgery. *sigh again* So, I put a call in to Dr. Always Accommodating and left him a message telling him what I need. He has yet to call me back. Go figure. So we will see if this affects my surgery date. It sure as hell better not.
Love to all as always!
~*MareBear*~
So, anyway...that's what's happening with that. I have to go 28 days before my surgery to give my first unit of blood. There's been a bit of "confusion" with that. I say that in quotes because when I say "confusion," I mean that the Dr. Warmth and Charm is a complete IDIOT and has no idea what he's doing. When I left the clinic he had told me that I can just "walk in" to the blood bank and they would just "know what to do with you." Well, thank goodness that that sounded weird to me, and I CALLED the place. They told me that I needed a PRESCRIPTION from Dr. Genius with EXACT instructions on what to do, and then I'd have to HOPE I could get an appointment on the date I needed before my surgery. *sigh again* So, I put a call in to Dr. Always Accommodating and left him a message telling him what I need. He has yet to call me back. Go figure. So we will see if this affects my surgery date. It sure as hell better not.
Love to all as always!
~*MareBear*~
March 12, 2006
Cave In
Another camp memory...this one a little longer and serious...one that can teach us all a lesson and give us something to think about. I was about 16 at the time.
At a weekend church retreat our youth minister divides us up into groups of 15. He purposely groups us in with people we don't know very well. I mean, we are all friends, but we aren't grouped in with our current boyfriends or best friends...things like that. It's about 9 PM, so it's pitch black outside, and he takes our group of 15 out for what we think will be a little nighttime tromp in the woods. We are loud and carrying on when we come upon a small building in the middle of the trees. It isn't even a building...it's more like a free-standing room with no windows. Just a door. A single door. Suddenly, the 15 of us get really quiet. The youth minister is the only one with a flashlight and he throws it off into the woods. What's this? I begin to get a little bit nervous. Small places with no light. Hmm. Not my idea of a cozy campfire night with my buds. So...we each step inside the room. There is barely enough room for the 15 of us to line the 4 walls. And we sit indian style on the floor. The youth minister comes in after us...shuts the door...locks it...darkness...silence.
After what seems like an eternity...whoosh...a small orange flame appears in the middle of the blackness as a candle is lit. Nervous and anxious faces begin to be illuminated and eyes squint and search for familiarity amongst the darkness. All eyes soon focus on the man who brought us here. We want answers...now. When the air is palpable with our silent questions...he begins what in reality is an imaginary story...but in our hearts becomes a very real and true journey.
"We've just gone on an expedition into a cave. All 16 of us. The opening to the cave has just collapsed, trapping us all inside. Workers have been called in and are in the process of digging a hole to get us out. Here's our dilemma. When they dig the hole, it will be unstable. There will only be enough room for one person at a time to crawl out. The hole can collapse at any time and once it does...they cannot reopen it. The only thing guaranteed is that at least ONE person WILL get out."
He let this sink in. None of us moved. None of us spoke. We just stared. He went on.
"So, now...we have just a few minutes to decide who will be that one person to get out. And then we must decide in WHAT order will we proceed from there. And once we do that, we will all have 2 minutes to tell the ONE person that we know will make it out what we want our loved ones on the outside to know...in case we happen to not make it. And just so you know, I will be going out last."
Woah. I'm not ready for this. And from the look of everyone else, they aren't either. But too late for not being ready. It's here...now. Decide. So we go around the room and give a half hearted vote on who we think should go first based on who we have on the outside...what we have on the outside...regrets...dreams...wishes...we were reaching for straws. We come up with someone. He was sitting right next to me. We were touching knees. I looked at him. He was going to make it. Even in the small orange light that was fading to blue I could see some relief in those eyes. But instead of being envious, I grabbed his hand and squeezed. He needed it more than me. And I was glad for him. He squeezed back. Hard. And the orange-blue light caught the reflection of moisture on his cheek.
Soon we had our order figured out...I was number 7 out of 16. About the middle. I was guessing that was better than number 15. She was looking a little green around the gills. We were eager to tell our number 1 everything we wanted our loved ones to know. Now he was looking a little wary. Can you imagine the burden to bear? He was so relieved to know that he was going to live...and now to carry the weight of what could be 15 other lives that perished on his heals. And he is carrying their very words on his lips to those they loved. We each took our full 2 minutes and poured our hearts out. Not a single person had a dry eye. I talked of my mom who was my hero, my best friend, my soul mate, my whole life...tell her Thank You...even though that could never be enough...I told him to tell my little sister that I'm sorry I wasn't there enough and I love her...I told him to tell my "step"dad that he had changed my whole world and given me a new definition on what a dad could really be...and that words could never begin to tell him what that meant to me...I told him to tell the rest of my family that I loved them...I started to tell him more...but my 2 minutes were up. 2 minutes goes by really fast when you want to say how much you love someone...let alone how much you love everyone who ever meant something to you.
The workers broke through...the door opened. And we lined up in order. Our instructions were this...Line up single file. Look straight ahead. Do not speak. Do not turn around and look behind you. Keep walking until you reach the lodge of the campgrounds. So we walked. And we didn't speak. And I thought it was a great lesson learned. And it was all over. I followed my fellow "cavemen" in a tight single file. Until I cheated about midway through the woods and turned and glanced over my shoulder. Remember....I was 7th in line. When I turned around. There was no one behind me. I was the last one who made it out alive.
I cried all the way back to camp. And when I got back everyone there had similar stories to tell. I ran and hugged all my friends and we all cried and said how much we loved each other. About 30 minutes later, the "dead" campers came back all swollen eyed and told their story of how they got trapped again and talked about how they would feel. It was an incredible experience. And one that I wanted to share because just...what if? What if you had just a moment or two to tell someone how you felt before you left this Earth? What if you, like me...couldn't even REMEMBER all the people you wanted to tell? I know it's totally cliche to say that you should never let a day go by without telling the people you love how you feel about them...and "Live each day as if it were your last." Well, ok...sure...much easier said than done. So, how about instead we just TRY to every now and then take a moment to pour our hearts out to those we love...just to make sure they KNOW how we feel. Have a "check-in" moment. Would that be so hard? In case we ever do find ourselves trapped in a cave...or at the receiving end of a scalpel during a major surgery. You know...one of those rare occurrences like that. ; )
Love to all AS always!
Forever yours,
MareBear
At a weekend church retreat our youth minister divides us up into groups of 15. He purposely groups us in with people we don't know very well. I mean, we are all friends, but we aren't grouped in with our current boyfriends or best friends...things like that. It's about 9 PM, so it's pitch black outside, and he takes our group of 15 out for what we think will be a little nighttime tromp in the woods. We are loud and carrying on when we come upon a small building in the middle of the trees. It isn't even a building...it's more like a free-standing room with no windows. Just a door. A single door. Suddenly, the 15 of us get really quiet. The youth minister is the only one with a flashlight and he throws it off into the woods. What's this? I begin to get a little bit nervous. Small places with no light. Hmm. Not my idea of a cozy campfire night with my buds. So...we each step inside the room. There is barely enough room for the 15 of us to line the 4 walls. And we sit indian style on the floor. The youth minister comes in after us...shuts the door...locks it...darkness...silence.
After what seems like an eternity...whoosh...a small orange flame appears in the middle of the blackness as a candle is lit. Nervous and anxious faces begin to be illuminated and eyes squint and search for familiarity amongst the darkness. All eyes soon focus on the man who brought us here. We want answers...now. When the air is palpable with our silent questions...he begins what in reality is an imaginary story...but in our hearts becomes a very real and true journey.
"We've just gone on an expedition into a cave. All 16 of us. The opening to the cave has just collapsed, trapping us all inside. Workers have been called in and are in the process of digging a hole to get us out. Here's our dilemma. When they dig the hole, it will be unstable. There will only be enough room for one person at a time to crawl out. The hole can collapse at any time and once it does...they cannot reopen it. The only thing guaranteed is that at least ONE person WILL get out."
He let this sink in. None of us moved. None of us spoke. We just stared. He went on.
"So, now...we have just a few minutes to decide who will be that one person to get out. And then we must decide in WHAT order will we proceed from there. And once we do that, we will all have 2 minutes to tell the ONE person that we know will make it out what we want our loved ones on the outside to know...in case we happen to not make it. And just so you know, I will be going out last."
Woah. I'm not ready for this. And from the look of everyone else, they aren't either. But too late for not being ready. It's here...now. Decide. So we go around the room and give a half hearted vote on who we think should go first based on who we have on the outside...what we have on the outside...regrets...dreams...wishes...we were reaching for straws. We come up with someone. He was sitting right next to me. We were touching knees. I looked at him. He was going to make it. Even in the small orange light that was fading to blue I could see some relief in those eyes. But instead of being envious, I grabbed his hand and squeezed. He needed it more than me. And I was glad for him. He squeezed back. Hard. And the orange-blue light caught the reflection of moisture on his cheek.
Soon we had our order figured out...I was number 7 out of 16. About the middle. I was guessing that was better than number 15. She was looking a little green around the gills. We were eager to tell our number 1 everything we wanted our loved ones to know. Now he was looking a little wary. Can you imagine the burden to bear? He was so relieved to know that he was going to live...and now to carry the weight of what could be 15 other lives that perished on his heals. And he is carrying their very words on his lips to those they loved. We each took our full 2 minutes and poured our hearts out. Not a single person had a dry eye. I talked of my mom who was my hero, my best friend, my soul mate, my whole life...tell her Thank You...even though that could never be enough...I told him to tell my little sister that I'm sorry I wasn't there enough and I love her...I told him to tell my "step"dad that he had changed my whole world and given me a new definition on what a dad could really be...and that words could never begin to tell him what that meant to me...I told him to tell the rest of my family that I loved them...I started to tell him more...but my 2 minutes were up. 2 minutes goes by really fast when you want to say how much you love someone...let alone how much you love everyone who ever meant something to you.
The workers broke through...the door opened. And we lined up in order. Our instructions were this...Line up single file. Look straight ahead. Do not speak. Do not turn around and look behind you. Keep walking until you reach the lodge of the campgrounds. So we walked. And we didn't speak. And I thought it was a great lesson learned. And it was all over. I followed my fellow "cavemen" in a tight single file. Until I cheated about midway through the woods and turned and glanced over my shoulder. Remember....I was 7th in line. When I turned around. There was no one behind me. I was the last one who made it out alive.
I cried all the way back to camp. And when I got back everyone there had similar stories to tell. I ran and hugged all my friends and we all cried and said how much we loved each other. About 30 minutes later, the "dead" campers came back all swollen eyed and told their story of how they got trapped again and talked about how they would feel. It was an incredible experience. And one that I wanted to share because just...what if? What if you had just a moment or two to tell someone how you felt before you left this Earth? What if you, like me...couldn't even REMEMBER all the people you wanted to tell? I know it's totally cliche to say that you should never let a day go by without telling the people you love how you feel about them...and "Live each day as if it were your last." Well, ok...sure...much easier said than done. So, how about instead we just TRY to every now and then take a moment to pour our hearts out to those we love...just to make sure they KNOW how we feel. Have a "check-in" moment. Would that be so hard? In case we ever do find ourselves trapped in a cave...or at the receiving end of a scalpel during a major surgery. You know...one of those rare occurrences like that. ; )
Love to all AS always!
Forever yours,
MareBear
March 09, 2006
Tigger (January 25, 1985 - March 9, 2006)
Tonight we put our sweet kitty, Tigger, to sleep. In a way, it was an extremely hard decision, in another way, it was an easy one.
She was 21 years old. She has been a part of our family since I can remember. Since I was 5 years old. The last year of her life she was completely deaf. But that didn't slow her down! If she wanted attention, she would walk right up behind you on the back of the couch and head-butt you. She couldn't hear herself meow...so I believe she held the world record for highest decibel kitty cat scream!
When I was little, she used to sleep right next to my head at night...right by my pillow. And I would whisper to her until I fell asleep. I would tell her my secrets. My hopes and my dreams. My little girl wishes. And as I got older, I would tell her all my heart's desires. Problems with my boyfriends. Rant to her about fights I had with friends or my mom. Cry to her when my heart was broken. And every chance I got, I buried my face in her soft fur and inhaled deeply. She always had this unique scent that smelled just like home. She moved with us from Alabama to Texas, from Texas to Alabama, with my parents from Alabama to North Carolina, and then from North Carolina finally to Mississippi. And her scent never changed. She always smelled like home. Like Tigger. When I was younger I used to tell my mom, "I'm going to take Tigger with me when I go to college!" Well, things didn't exactly happen that way. But, luckily, I got the chance to spend the last year living with her again. To my mom and me, she was more than just a cat. She was a love. A family member. A child, a sister. A secret keeper. A snuggler.
Tonight we decided that we needed to say goodbye. We wanted to remember her while she was still just a little bit lively. She was starting to fade and we didn't want to watch her waste away. We can be happy knowing that she is bouncing around as high as she did when she was a kitten. (Which is how she got her name.) Playing with an endless supply of shoelaces and strings. Catnip and kitty treats in abundance. And we know one day we will meet her again at Rainbow Bridge.
We love you baby Tigger. You gave us so much joy. I can only hope and pray that we returned your love and purrs with half as much enthusiasm as you gave to us.
Yours forever and always.
She was 21 years old. She has been a part of our family since I can remember. Since I was 5 years old. The last year of her life she was completely deaf. But that didn't slow her down! If she wanted attention, she would walk right up behind you on the back of the couch and head-butt you. She couldn't hear herself meow...so I believe she held the world record for highest decibel kitty cat scream!
When I was little, she used to sleep right next to my head at night...right by my pillow. And I would whisper to her until I fell asleep. I would tell her my secrets. My hopes and my dreams. My little girl wishes. And as I got older, I would tell her all my heart's desires. Problems with my boyfriends. Rant to her about fights I had with friends or my mom. Cry to her when my heart was broken. And every chance I got, I buried my face in her soft fur and inhaled deeply. She always had this unique scent that smelled just like home. She moved with us from Alabama to Texas, from Texas to Alabama, with my parents from Alabama to North Carolina, and then from North Carolina finally to Mississippi. And her scent never changed. She always smelled like home. Like Tigger. When I was younger I used to tell my mom, "I'm going to take Tigger with me when I go to college!" Well, things didn't exactly happen that way. But, luckily, I got the chance to spend the last year living with her again. To my mom and me, she was more than just a cat. She was a love. A family member. A child, a sister. A secret keeper. A snuggler.
Tonight we decided that we needed to say goodbye. We wanted to remember her while she was still just a little bit lively. She was starting to fade and we didn't want to watch her waste away. We can be happy knowing that she is bouncing around as high as she did when she was a kitten. (Which is how she got her name.) Playing with an endless supply of shoelaces and strings. Catnip and kitty treats in abundance. And we know one day we will meet her again at Rainbow Bridge.
We love you baby Tigger. You gave us so much joy. I can only hope and pray that we returned your love and purrs with half as much enthusiasm as you gave to us.
Yours forever and always.
March 08, 2006
To Be With You
When I was about 11, my best friend MA and I went to camp to Panama City Beach, FL for a week during the summer. For those of you who ever went on a week-long camp retreat...gosh...they were SO much fun...especially the beach trips. Days just playing in the sand. Hanging out by the pool. Singing by the bonfire at night on the beach. Cute boys playing the guitars. You always came back with sand in your clothes and bags and sun on your skin and stories to tell. Not a care in the world. The reason I bring this up now is because last night I had a blast from the past. A little reminder of this particular camping adventure. You see. One night after the girls in our little cabin had "supposedly" gone to bed, the guys from the cabin up the beach came over. MA and I just happened to have a MASSIVE crush on the counselor of that particular cabin. And of course he knew it. What 11 year old girl can HIDE a crush? All those giggles and blushes and crazy things? And he was 17 and totally loved every minute of it. So...he and his "crew" decided to surprise us girls and brought over the guitars which they knew would make us SWOON with delight and played the song that made EVERY girl just GAH GAH at the time. Oh, and when they started playing this song...I think each and everyone of us just about melted to the ground in our feetie pajamas. And yes, when you hear it...you will fall over laughing and tell me that I am a total youngin'...just humor me will ya? This is my memory...get over it.
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March 07, 2006
The Touch
What is it about a single touch that is so intense...so profoundly important and special...that it gets etched in your memory forever? I'm not speaking of a sexual touch...although those can be etched in your memory too...if they are done right. ; ) I'm talking about a seemingly normal touch. A touch that if someone told you about it...you probably wouldn't think twice. You'd forget about it...go on with your day...have your Starbucks and go to your 9-5 corporate office boring ass job paying you a salary that will pay the rent of your loft apartment and feed your well-adjusted feline companion and never think about that touch that someone told you about. Well, let me make you think about it again. Because if you never experience this touch, I feel for you. So take a moment out of your day to hope for a touch like this. To hope that one day you'll feel this touch from someone that will set your soul on fire and make you never want to stop feeling the imprint of fingertips on skin.
In a crowded room with noise and people and things going on all around you, your mind is focused on some task or some object or something other than yourself. There are so many distractions going on all around you. The usual hustle and bustle that goes on every day. There are people in front of you, people to the left of you, people to the right of you...people ALL around you. Noise and somewhat organized chaos everywhere. You're with people you know, but you're still a little agitated at the crowd. Hot and thirsty, wondering what time it is...wondering where the restroom is...wondering when it's time to eat...and why isn't your cell phone working?? Mind racing. And then a hand. A familiar hand on the small of your back. Fingertips on skin. Just resting there for a moment. And the noise for that moment stops. The chaos stops. And there's only fingertips and skin and the two of you for just one moment in time. And that moment is etched. Forever. And when his fingertips leave your skin after just that one moment...you can still feel them there everytime you think of that moment.
I hope for each and every one of you that you have a touch like this in your lifetime. Or a moment like this...and more importantly than that. A love to go with it.
Love to all as always,
~*MareBear*~
In a crowded room with noise and people and things going on all around you, your mind is focused on some task or some object or something other than yourself. There are so many distractions going on all around you. The usual hustle and bustle that goes on every day. There are people in front of you, people to the left of you, people to the right of you...people ALL around you. Noise and somewhat organized chaos everywhere. You're with people you know, but you're still a little agitated at the crowd. Hot and thirsty, wondering what time it is...wondering where the restroom is...wondering when it's time to eat...and why isn't your cell phone working?? Mind racing. And then a hand. A familiar hand on the small of your back. Fingertips on skin. Just resting there for a moment. And the noise for that moment stops. The chaos stops. And there's only fingertips and skin and the two of you for just one moment in time. And that moment is etched. Forever. And when his fingertips leave your skin after just that one moment...you can still feel them there everytime you think of that moment.
I hope for each and every one of you that you have a touch like this in your lifetime. Or a moment like this...and more importantly than that. A love to go with it.
Love to all as always,
~*MareBear*~
March 05, 2006
Randomness Part 2
I finally got ahold of some of them there Vaults...happy me.
Clean sheets have to be the easiest and best indulgence that a person could ask for. Yesterday, I washed my sheets with Downy Simple Pleasures fabric softener...mmm...when I went to bed...it was like laying down on a bed of pure exquisite Jasmine and Vanilla yumminess. Send me stuff.
Nermil either went to a kitty cat shrink, got sick of asking ME for help, or busted a feline vocal cord...cause he's quieted down now..."SIMMA DOWN NOW!" Anyone? Anyone?? C'mon now!!
My cell phone is completely fubar...the screen is completely blank but the phone itself works just fine, I just can't SEE anything. No caller ID, no address book...no nothing...I can only tell when a select few people, my mom or my dad call me cause they are the only ones with special ring tones...sorry everyone else. You know, there was a time when we all just punched in the number and didn't scroll down a list and hit SEND when you found a name...and there was a time when you just said HELLO? when the phone went "ring" not when the phone played some cutesy little ringtone...but NOOOOOOOOoooooooooooo...NOW my phone's default ringtone for everyone except for a select few is Sweet Home Alabama...so it COULD be Dr. FeelGood or it COULD BE a famous movie star such as Patrick Dempsey calling to say that he wants me to star on Grey's Anatomy as his secret sex goddess. And I sure as HELL can't miss that phone call, now can I??? Ah...sigh...do you see where this poses such a horrible and complicated problem for me??
The lampshade still needs dusting, but I'm thinking of making it somewhat of a artsy post-it note.
Someone please remind me to call the dang Pearl River Resort and ask them if they have fridges in the room...thank you.
My webcam worked fabulously for 3 whole days...and now it is fubar as well. I think it has an emotional attachment to my cell.
I have this wicked obsession with Maroon 5. And I've gotten my mother stuck on it too. We jam and rock our brains out on a daily basis. Yes, yes we do. One of these days I will be playing them on my geetar and I will rule the whole world. Yes, yes I will.
My mom is a self proclaimed pyromaniac and she builds fires in her firepit at least a couple of times a week on the back patio. It reminds me of my favorite part of camp...BONFIRES. But I wish that we would all 3 get our guitars and sit out there and play around our mini bonfire. But then our neighbors might call the cops and say that there are some hippies pretending that it's Woodstock in the damn suburbs of Jackson, MS. Screw em. We've got the mud. The cops can bring the hash and join in.
Whoever made the lint roller...really...I mean, congrats and whatnot...but I hope you didn't make TOO much money off that thing, because MILLIONS of moms around the planet have been wrapping their hands with scotch tape for years and patting their hands on their kid's pants for years ok? Give us a break.
Did you know that if you try to push all the keys on your keyboard at one time your computer makes this really cool beep noise?
Nermil is freaking meowing again.
Clean sheets have to be the easiest and best indulgence that a person could ask for. Yesterday, I washed my sheets with Downy Simple Pleasures fabric softener...mmm...when I went to bed...it was like laying down on a bed of pure exquisite Jasmine and Vanilla yumminess. Send me stuff.
Nermil either went to a kitty cat shrink, got sick of asking ME for help, or busted a feline vocal cord...cause he's quieted down now..."SIMMA DOWN NOW!" Anyone? Anyone?? C'mon now!!
My cell phone is completely fubar...the screen is completely blank but the phone itself works just fine, I just can't SEE anything. No caller ID, no address book...no nothing...I can only tell when a select few people, my mom or my dad call me cause they are the only ones with special ring tones...sorry everyone else. You know, there was a time when we all just punched in the number and didn't scroll down a list and hit SEND when you found a name...and there was a time when you just said HELLO? when the phone went "ring" not when the phone played some cutesy little ringtone...but NOOOOOOOOoooooooooooo...NOW my phone's default ringtone for everyone except for a select few is Sweet Home Alabama...so it COULD be Dr. FeelGood or it COULD BE a famous movie star such as Patrick Dempsey calling to say that he wants me to star on Grey's Anatomy as his secret sex goddess. And I sure as HELL can't miss that phone call, now can I??? Ah...sigh...do you see where this poses such a horrible and complicated problem for me??
The lampshade still needs dusting, but I'm thinking of making it somewhat of a artsy post-it note.
Someone please remind me to call the dang Pearl River Resort and ask them if they have fridges in the room...thank you.
My webcam worked fabulously for 3 whole days...and now it is fubar as well. I think it has an emotional attachment to my cell.
I have this wicked obsession with Maroon 5. And I've gotten my mother stuck on it too. We jam and rock our brains out on a daily basis. Yes, yes we do. One of these days I will be playing them on my geetar and I will rule the whole world. Yes, yes I will.
My mom is a self proclaimed pyromaniac and she builds fires in her firepit at least a couple of times a week on the back patio. It reminds me of my favorite part of camp...BONFIRES. But I wish that we would all 3 get our guitars and sit out there and play around our mini bonfire. But then our neighbors might call the cops and say that there are some hippies pretending that it's Woodstock in the damn suburbs of Jackson, MS. Screw em. We've got the mud. The cops can bring the hash and join in.
Whoever made the lint roller...really...I mean, congrats and whatnot...but I hope you didn't make TOO much money off that thing, because MILLIONS of moms around the planet have been wrapping their hands with scotch tape for years and patting their hands on their kid's pants for years ok? Give us a break.
Did you know that if you try to push all the keys on your keyboard at one time your computer makes this really cool beep noise?
Nermil is freaking meowing again.
March 03, 2006
Randomness
I am sunburnt from tanning 7 minutes in the tanning bed.
I am so tired that I can barely see the computer screen, yet here I sit blogging.
I want to go to Paris, yet can't really come up with good reasons why. I've just wanted to go my whole life.
I want a Vault right now, but I don't have any.
I wish my blog was as good as Dooce's but I don't have the talent, vocabulary, degree, Nikon D70, or Chuck.
I sometimes wish that I could have been like my childhood friend MA. I've mentioned her before. She always knew she what she wanted to be when she grew up...and now that's what she is. I wanted to be a doctor...now I spend my days yelling at them.
I want to love and be loved so passionately that it fills my heart to the point where it just about feels like it's going to burst....but not quite.
I want to walk in the rain....barefoot....in grass...and breathe it all in....and then lay down and roll around naked.
I don't want to hurt anymore.
I want to cry so hard that my eyes swell up and beat my fists on my pillow and get all the rage out and then I want to laugh until my tummy hurts.
My lampshade really needs to be dusted.
I want Nermil to stop meowing at me like I'm the savior of all kitty cats. Like I have the answer to all of his feline problems.
I want to be Mary Poppins and fly around with an umbrella and slide down banisters and still, amazingly, not frighten but ASTOUND small children.
I miss you...bad.
I wish we could be like the guys on Star Trek..."Beam me up, Scotty."
Caught up in the moment...got wild as hell....FroBacca...How bout like RIGHT NOW??...Princess Lardo...Bug Dog...YSVW...Fo Shizzle...Babygirl...Whatchoo talkin bout Willis??...password!!!...merde pepite...Biggest Loser...YAY...I lost ya again! You'll never lose me!...LY MI...Peace out...In Da Hood!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Alrighty then...I think that's enough random thoughts by MareBear. Tune in next time. Over and out.
I am so tired that I can barely see the computer screen, yet here I sit blogging.
I want to go to Paris, yet can't really come up with good reasons why. I've just wanted to go my whole life.
I want a Vault right now, but I don't have any.
I wish my blog was as good as Dooce's but I don't have the talent, vocabulary, degree, Nikon D70, or Chuck.
I sometimes wish that I could have been like my childhood friend MA. I've mentioned her before. She always knew she what she wanted to be when she grew up...and now that's what she is. I wanted to be a doctor...now I spend my days yelling at them.
I want to love and be loved so passionately that it fills my heart to the point where it just about feels like it's going to burst....but not quite.
I want to walk in the rain....barefoot....in grass...and breathe it all in....and then lay down and roll around naked.
I don't want to hurt anymore.
I want to cry so hard that my eyes swell up and beat my fists on my pillow and get all the rage out and then I want to laugh until my tummy hurts.
My lampshade really needs to be dusted.
I want Nermil to stop meowing at me like I'm the savior of all kitty cats. Like I have the answer to all of his feline problems.
I want to be Mary Poppins and fly around with an umbrella and slide down banisters and still, amazingly, not frighten but ASTOUND small children.
I miss you...bad.
I wish we could be like the guys on Star Trek..."Beam me up, Scotty."
Caught up in the moment...got wild as hell....FroBacca...How bout like RIGHT NOW??...Princess Lardo...Bug Dog...YSVW...Fo Shizzle...Babygirl...Whatchoo talkin bout Willis??...password!!!...merde pepite...Biggest Loser...YAY...I lost ya again! You'll never lose me!...LY MI...Peace out...In Da Hood!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Alrighty then...I think that's enough random thoughts by MareBear. Tune in next time. Over and out.
February 28, 2006
No Longer A Cyborg
So what I failed to mention in the last post is that when I was in the doc's office I asked them to do a metal allergy test to see if I would have an allergic reaction to the metal that would be on my hip replacement. I was unaware that there would be ANY metal on it since it's a ceramic hip, but there will be metal pieces to it. Anywho...I am super sensitive to certain metals...can't wear certain earrings and had to take out my belly button ring because it was all the time getting infected. SO...the doc had me tape 2 metal disks about the size of quarters to the inside of my arm for a week. That was rather annoying. I felt somewhat like a cyborg. And showering proved to be interesting to say the least. Thank goodness THIS weekend wasn't the weekend I had to go to Chicago...can you see me trying to explain THAT to the airport security check people? Umm yes...I know I have 2 metal disks taped to my arm...you see...here's the thing..... HA! Anyway, I went BACK to the doc today...because I just LOVE seeing his beautiful smiling face and feeling him radiate warmth and inspiration wherever he goes. No really...that's why I went back. SO...I take off the tape, and he says, NEGATIVE on the allergic stuff. SO YAY! I can go on with the hip replacement unless I'm a freak who's allergic to ceramic! ; ) He asked me if I still wanted to go through with it, or if I needed more time to think about it...since last time I was sitting in front of him all the blood rushed out of my body when he mentioned the surgery and I wanted to punch his pearly white teeth out of his head. But I said, YES...I do want to have it, BUT!!!! It must be AFTER the first week of April, because I am BOOKED until then! ; ) I might possibly be going to Biloxi this weekend. Then Aunt K and Uncle J are coming the weekend of the 10th...then sometime in the 2 weeks after THAT Cuz A, Cuz J and baby not born yet E G will be "gracing" us with their presence. And then, Billy will be coming to stay the last weekend in March/first weekend in April!!! YAY!! Oh, have I said YAY yet?? ; ) So I told Dr. Crap-for-Brains that I needed him to schedule it sometime AFTER all my social engagements! HA! He said, OK then...I'll call you. Yeah...ok...have your people call my people...Assmunch.
Alrighty then...so, I'm not allergic to metal...I'm no longer feeling like a cyborg...I've got my peeps coming to see me...and I am getting my surgery scheduled in a decent amount of time to where I can get myself all prepared. *sigh* Things always work out, don't they? ; )
Love to all as always!
You're one and only ~*MareBear*~
Alrighty then...so, I'm not allergic to metal...I'm no longer feeling like a cyborg...I've got my peeps coming to see me...and I am getting my surgery scheduled in a decent amount of time to where I can get myself all prepared. *sigh* Things always work out, don't they? ; )
Love to all as always!
You're one and only ~*MareBear*~
February 22, 2006
Panic Attack!!!
So I go to the ortho doc yesterday. Dr. Warmth-and-Charm walks in and I tell him that I don't want to have the CD on March 1st. He says, "Well, ok...let's do the hip replacement then." I was like, Exsqueeze me??? I think not. Many of you are asking at this point, well WHY NOT MARE?!?!? And that's exactly what HE asked, "WHY NOT?!? This is what YOU wanted!!" See this is the original doc that I saw that told me I absolutely could not have a hip replacement because I was too young before he even looked at my x-rays. I tore him a new one and told him, OH YES I WILL have one. Told him that I knew a lot about AVN and knew what I was talking about! (Docs just LOVE that...especially 5th year residents like Doc Charming here.) So when he finally DID get around to looking at my x-rays that first day, he was TICKED to discover that *aghast* the patient was RIGHT!! I DID need a hip replacement! He looked perfectly GREY that day. But YESTERDAY he was getting a kick out of me being vulnerable. But...I was not having it...no way, no how. I am not mentally prepared to have a total hip replacement in a week. I was thinking I was going to have a CD surgery. I was thinking I was going to be in a wheelchair for 2 months, then I'd stand up and be walking around, STILL WITH MY OWN BONES in my body!! What HE was talking about is a whole different set of circumstances. I'd have FAKE parts in my body and not be able to bend over 90 degrees for MONTHS...not be able to put on my own socks...not know my limitations...the UNKNOWN which I have talked about before...and I'm sorry, but I just can't prepare for all of that in a WEEK!!!!!!!!!
But I feel like a coward. I am still going to get the hip replacement. I will. It will now be scheduled for PROBABLY 2-3 months from now at the earliest. I go back to see this Dr. Wonderful in a week because I had to do a metal allergy test. So hopefully he can give me a better idea as to when he has scheduled it then. But I feel like a failure and a coward. Here I was screaming from the rooftops and yelling to ANYONE who could hear me that I NEED AND DESERVE a hip replacement. And now they are handing me one right in my face and I'm telling them to TAKE IT BACK. I'm scared out of my mind. SCARED TO DEATH. I don't want it. I don't want this disease. I want to hand it to someone else now. Someone else can have it. I'm through being strong. I'm through being the advocate. I'm just done. I hate it. I don't want any of it anymore. I'm tired of hurting every day. I'm tired of planning my days around THIS. I'm tired of not living. But at the same time, I'm so scared to go into that unknown place. How long before I can bend down and put on my socks? How long before I can bring my knee up in my chair? Which ways can I move without being scared that my hip will dislocate? Will I ever be able to run with my children that I now know I can have them?? All these damn questions.
So...here I sit tonight...feeling panicky and stressed and guilty and scared and lots of other things. I will have the hip replacement. But I won't be having it March 1st. If there are people out there STILL wondering why...you can bite me. If you love and care about me, but for some crazy reason are still having a hard time understanding why I didn't have the hip replacement March 1st, please just try to bear with me. I will get there eventually.
Love to all as always,
~*MareBear*~
But I feel like a coward. I am still going to get the hip replacement. I will. It will now be scheduled for PROBABLY 2-3 months from now at the earliest. I go back to see this Dr. Wonderful in a week because I had to do a metal allergy test. So hopefully he can give me a better idea as to when he has scheduled it then. But I feel like a failure and a coward. Here I was screaming from the rooftops and yelling to ANYONE who could hear me that I NEED AND DESERVE a hip replacement. And now they are handing me one right in my face and I'm telling them to TAKE IT BACK. I'm scared out of my mind. SCARED TO DEATH. I don't want it. I don't want this disease. I want to hand it to someone else now. Someone else can have it. I'm through being strong. I'm through being the advocate. I'm just done. I hate it. I don't want any of it anymore. I'm tired of hurting every day. I'm tired of planning my days around THIS. I'm tired of not living. But at the same time, I'm so scared to go into that unknown place. How long before I can bend down and put on my socks? How long before I can bring my knee up in my chair? Which ways can I move without being scared that my hip will dislocate? Will I ever be able to run with my children that I now know I can have them?? All these damn questions.
So...here I sit tonight...feeling panicky and stressed and guilty and scared and lots of other things. I will have the hip replacement. But I won't be having it March 1st. If there are people out there STILL wondering why...you can bite me. If you love and care about me, but for some crazy reason are still having a hard time understanding why I didn't have the hip replacement March 1st, please just try to bear with me. I will get there eventually.
Love to all as always,
~*MareBear*~
February 20, 2006
Babies
This is something that I don't talk about...ever...until recently with a few select people, and now I will share with the rest of the universe. Because well...that's just what I do. Blab my business all over the world. Most of it anyway! ; ) For many years I thought that I could not have kids. A doctor told me that when I was 17 years old. You see...when I was 17 I had a really bad miscarraige. I will not put details here. It was traumatic and awful and this horrible doctor got in my face and told me that because it was so bad...forget ever having kids. So in the back of my mind...that stuck with me. Then I get steroids pumped in me which screw up my entire system and get AVN and I find out I have to have BOTH of my hips replaced. WOW...here I'm thinking. OK...Now I won't be able to carry a child because of that either! Now...there are many of you out there that would say, Gee, that's too bad...go adopt. Hmm. Let me tell you a little bit about me that not many people know.
My mother had me when she was barely 20 years old. From the time I was 4 years old it was me and my mom against the world. We were and are best friends. Soul mates. We share a connection that is stronger than any bond I've ever encountered. She knows what I'm thinking even when I'm a thousand miles away from her. I can tell what she is feeling just from a flick of her eyes. She has raised me to believe in myself. She has let me take my own falls, but been right there to pick me back up again. She has shown me what it's like to take joy in being a mother and a friend to your child. Because of her, my ENTIRE LIFE, I have wanted that. To be a mother. To have a child that I could call my own. To have a connection with. To breathe life into and raise up to be a good person. I know...it's every parent's dream to raise a child like that. I have DESPERATELY wanted to be able to do that. To be able to create a child with someone you love and care for and there's this tiny little being that is just the combination of the two of you! It's unbelievable to me!!!
So I go in for tests last week. A bunch of yucky tests. And today, I went back to the docs office for the news I've been wanting to hear since I was 17 years old.
There is NO physical reason why I can't have a child that they can tell. The doc who told me that when I was 17 was probably just trying to scare me and they did a damn good job of it. As for my hip replacements...I CAN carry a baby completely to term no problem. I just might have to have a C-section for delivery.
This was huge news. News I was not expecting to hear. I had completely prepared myself that I couldn't have kids. Even practically told people that I couldn't have them. Because I had believed that for so long. Mom and I went out into the lobby of the medical building and I just cried. I just stopped where I was and cried. And then I couldn't stop smiling. And I'm still smiling now. : ) The best thing about the whole thing was...my wonderful mom was there to hear that news with me. And if there does come a time when I'm blessed enough to have a baby...I hope she's right there with me the whole way!
Love to all as always,
~*MareBear*~
My mother had me when she was barely 20 years old. From the time I was 4 years old it was me and my mom against the world. We were and are best friends. Soul mates. We share a connection that is stronger than any bond I've ever encountered. She knows what I'm thinking even when I'm a thousand miles away from her. I can tell what she is feeling just from a flick of her eyes. She has raised me to believe in myself. She has let me take my own falls, but been right there to pick me back up again. She has shown me what it's like to take joy in being a mother and a friend to your child. Because of her, my ENTIRE LIFE, I have wanted that. To be a mother. To have a child that I could call my own. To have a connection with. To breathe life into and raise up to be a good person. I know...it's every parent's dream to raise a child like that. I have DESPERATELY wanted to be able to do that. To be able to create a child with someone you love and care for and there's this tiny little being that is just the combination of the two of you! It's unbelievable to me!!!
So I go in for tests last week. A bunch of yucky tests. And today, I went back to the docs office for the news I've been wanting to hear since I was 17 years old.
There is NO physical reason why I can't have a child that they can tell. The doc who told me that when I was 17 was probably just trying to scare me and they did a damn good job of it. As for my hip replacements...I CAN carry a baby completely to term no problem. I just might have to have a C-section for delivery.
This was huge news. News I was not expecting to hear. I had completely prepared myself that I couldn't have kids. Even practically told people that I couldn't have them. Because I had believed that for so long. Mom and I went out into the lobby of the medical building and I just cried. I just stopped where I was and cried. And then I couldn't stop smiling. And I'm still smiling now. : ) The best thing about the whole thing was...my wonderful mom was there to hear that news with me. And if there does come a time when I'm blessed enough to have a baby...I hope she's right there with me the whole way!
Love to all as always,
~*MareBear*~
February 16, 2006
Chicago Skyline and Lake Pics
Here is just a FRACTION of beautiful Lake Michigan right as we were walking up to the aquarium!
Here is part of the Chicago skyline from the front of the aquarium. The really tall building you see with the pointy things on top is the Sears Tower. Next time I'm up there I MIGHT get the courage to go up in THAT building!! (without throwing up of course!)
Another view of Chicago skyline! On the way back from the aquarium we got to see it all lit up at night and it was unbelievably beautiful!
Yet another view...through some trees and lamposts! : )
I took this of the lake and skyline when it first started to snow. Gosh, just looking at this picture makes me shiver!! It was SO cold!! But wow, it was pretty.
Here's a better view of the lake with the skyline in the distance when it first started to snow. Looks so quiet and cold!
Chicago Aquarium Pics
This is the front of the Shedd Aquarium! So beautiful. Unfortunately, you can't tell from this picture that there is a gigantic staircase that we had to climb up to get inside! ; )
Munchkin and I couldn't resist taking this one...It's FREEZING outside and they have an ICE CREAM stand...umm...anyone else see where this is a little ODD??
This would be Mr. Anaconda. You can see his skin hanging from that branch and Mr. Anaconda himself is at the bottom center of the pic. It's kind of hard to see him, but he is there! Huge and fat!
This fabulous guy was LOVING the camera. He nodded at everyone standing at his cage to "Go ahead and TAKE MY PICTURE!" So that's exactly what I did!
I do believe that these were my favorite critters in the whole place! They were SO cute and I got about a zillion pics of them. They were all over the place, diving off rocks into their little pool of water. Cute and cuddly, boys...Cute and cuddly!
February 06, 2006
100 Reminders
Alright guys! These are 100 reminders that all of us need to read, retain and remember. Most of them are easier said than done. Maybe we should all staple them to our foreheads! This is a long read for sure, but please take a minute out of your BUSY day to read this. I think you'll find it's worth it! ;)
Love to all of you as always,
Mare
1. Make the best of bad situations 2. Look people in the eye 3. Learn to play a musical instrument 4. Be the first to say 'hello' 5. Be forgiving of yourself & others 6. Treat everyone you meet like you want to be treated 7. Make new friends but cherish the old ones 8. Keep secrets 9. Take lots of snapshots (oh...just WAIT!) 10. Dont postpone joy!!! 11. Never give up on anybody. Miracles happen everyday 12. Surprise loved ones with little unexpected gifts 13. Live so that when your children think of fairness, caring, & integrity, they think of you 14. Admit your mistakes 15. Make it a habit to do nice things for people who'll never find out 16. Always have something beautiful in sight, even if it's just a neighborhood flower in a jelly glass 17. Think big thoughts, but relish small pleasures 18. Smile a lot. It costs nothing and is beyond price : ) 19. Learn to listen. Opportunity sometimes knocks very softly 20. When someone is relating an important event that happened to them, don't try to top them with a story of your own. Let them have the stage 21. Never deprive someone of hope. It might be all they have 22. When playing games with children, let them win 23. Skip one meal a week & give what you would have spent to charity 24. Strive for excellence, not perfection (hmmm) 25. Take time to smell the roses 26. Pray not for things, but for wisdom & courage 27. Be tough-minded but tender-hearted 28. Avoid negative people 29. Be original 30. Never give up on what you really want to do. The person with big dreams is more powerful than one with all the facts 31. Be kinder than necessary 32. Never be afraid to do things your own way 33. Be romantic Y34. Let people know what you stand for - and what you won't stand for 35. Become the most positive & enthusiastic person you know 36. Don't forget that a person's greatest emotional need is to feel appreciated 37. Show respect to all living things 38. Loosen up. Relax. Except for rare life & death matters, nothing is as important as it first seems 39. Commit yourself to constant self-improvement 40. Don't waste time grieving over past mistakes. Learn from them & move on 41. Be a good loser 42. Be a good winner 43. Never tell anyone they look tired or depressed 44. When someone hugs you, let them be the first to let go 45. Keep your promises 50. Keep it simple 51. Take good care of those you love 52. Learn to show cheerfulness, even when you dont feel like it 53. Never cut what can be untied 54. Everyday, show your family how much you love them with your words, with your touch, & with your thoughtfulness 55. Beware of the person who has nothing to lose 56. Lie on your back & look at the stars 57. Leave everything a little better than you found it 58. Never underestimate your power to change yourself 59. Never overestimate your power to change others 60. Get in shape & stay that way 61. Dont burn bridges. You'll be surprised how many times you have to cross the same river 62. Keep expectations high 63. Accept pain & disappointment as part of life 64. See problems as opportunities for growth & self-mastery 65. Don't expect life to be fair 66. Hear both sides before judging 67. Refrain from envy, it's the source of much unhappiness 68. Don't delay acting on a good idea. Chances are someone else has just thought of it, too. Success comes to the one who acts first 69. Live your life so that your epitaph could read no regrets 70. Be bold & courageous. When you look back on your life, you'll regret the things you didn't do more than the ones you did 71. Never waste an opportunity to tell someone you love them 72. Evaluate yourself by your own standards, not someone else's 73. Be there when people need you 74. Don't let anyone talk you out of pursuing what you know to be a great idea 75. Know when to be silent 76. Know when to speak up 77. Remember that no one makes it alone. Have a grateful heart & be quick to acknowledge those who help you 78. Take charge of your attitude. Don't let someone else choose it for you 79. Pay attention to the details 80. Be loyal 81. Understand that happiness is not based on possessions, power, or prestige, but on the relationships with people you love & respect 82. Don't let your possessions possess you 83. Begin each day with your favorite music 84. Be enthusiastic about the success of others (WTG!) ; ) 85. Don't procrastinate, do what needs doing when it needs to be done 86. Do more than expected 87. Don't allow self-pity. The moment this emotion strikes, do something nice for someone less fortunate than you 88. Make a list of 25 things you want to experience before you die. Carry it in your wallet & refer to it often 89. Every person that you meet knows something you don't. Learn from them 90. Laugh a lot. A good sense of humor cures almost all of life's ills 91. Don't use time or words carelessly, neither can be retrieved 92. Don't miss the magic of the moment by focusing on whats to come 93. Don't be rushed into making an important decision 94. Don't make the same mistake twice (wow...shouldn't we KNOW this by now??) 95. Become someones hero (I know who mine is!) 96. After you've worked hard to get what you want, take the time to enjoy it 97. Take life one step at a time (even if it's a limp) 98. Dont worry about tomorrow, just make it through today 99. Do what you can, with what you have, where you are (My Dad taught me that one LY MI) 100. Live the present! It's irreplaceable!!
Love to all of you as always,
Mare
1. Make the best of bad situations 2. Look people in the eye 3. Learn to play a musical instrument 4. Be the first to say 'hello' 5. Be forgiving of yourself & others 6. Treat everyone you meet like you want to be treated 7. Make new friends but cherish the old ones 8. Keep secrets 9. Take lots of snapshots (oh...just WAIT!) 10. Dont postpone joy!!! 11. Never give up on anybody. Miracles happen everyday 12. Surprise loved ones with little unexpected gifts 13. Live so that when your children think of fairness, caring, & integrity, they think of you 14. Admit your mistakes 15. Make it a habit to do nice things for people who'll never find out 16. Always have something beautiful in sight, even if it's just a neighborhood flower in a jelly glass 17. Think big thoughts, but relish small pleasures 18. Smile a lot. It costs nothing and is beyond price : ) 19. Learn to listen. Opportunity sometimes knocks very softly 20. When someone is relating an important event that happened to them, don't try to top them with a story of your own. Let them have the stage 21. Never deprive someone of hope. It might be all they have 22. When playing games with children, let them win 23. Skip one meal a week & give what you would have spent to charity 24. Strive for excellence, not perfection (hmmm) 25. Take time to smell the roses 26. Pray not for things, but for wisdom & courage 27. Be tough-minded but tender-hearted 28. Avoid negative people 29. Be original 30. Never give up on what you really want to do. The person with big dreams is more powerful than one with all the facts 31. Be kinder than necessary 32. Never be afraid to do things your own way 33. Be romantic Y34. Let people know what you stand for - and what you won't stand for 35. Become the most positive & enthusiastic person you know 36. Don't forget that a person's greatest emotional need is to feel appreciated 37. Show respect to all living things 38. Loosen up. Relax. Except for rare life & death matters, nothing is as important as it first seems 39. Commit yourself to constant self-improvement 40. Don't waste time grieving over past mistakes. Learn from them & move on 41. Be a good loser 42. Be a good winner 43. Never tell anyone they look tired or depressed 44. When someone hugs you, let them be the first to let go 45. Keep your promises 50. Keep it simple 51. Take good care of those you love 52. Learn to show cheerfulness, even when you dont feel like it 53. Never cut what can be untied 54. Everyday, show your family how much you love them with your words, with your touch, & with your thoughtfulness 55. Beware of the person who has nothing to lose 56. Lie on your back & look at the stars 57. Leave everything a little better than you found it 58. Never underestimate your power to change yourself 59. Never overestimate your power to change others 60. Get in shape & stay that way 61. Dont burn bridges. You'll be surprised how many times you have to cross the same river 62. Keep expectations high 63. Accept pain & disappointment as part of life 64. See problems as opportunities for growth & self-mastery 65. Don't expect life to be fair 66. Hear both sides before judging 67. Refrain from envy, it's the source of much unhappiness 68. Don't delay acting on a good idea. Chances are someone else has just thought of it, too. Success comes to the one who acts first 69. Live your life so that your epitaph could read no regrets 70. Be bold & courageous. When you look back on your life, you'll regret the things you didn't do more than the ones you did 71. Never waste an opportunity to tell someone you love them 72. Evaluate yourself by your own standards, not someone else's 73. Be there when people need you 74. Don't let anyone talk you out of pursuing what you know to be a great idea 75. Know when to be silent 76. Know when to speak up 77. Remember that no one makes it alone. Have a grateful heart & be quick to acknowledge those who help you 78. Take charge of your attitude. Don't let someone else choose it for you 79. Pay attention to the details 80. Be loyal 81. Understand that happiness is not based on possessions, power, or prestige, but on the relationships with people you love & respect 82. Don't let your possessions possess you 83. Begin each day with your favorite music 84. Be enthusiastic about the success of others (WTG!) ; ) 85. Don't procrastinate, do what needs doing when it needs to be done 86. Do more than expected 87. Don't allow self-pity. The moment this emotion strikes, do something nice for someone less fortunate than you 88. Make a list of 25 things you want to experience before you die. Carry it in your wallet & refer to it often 89. Every person that you meet knows something you don't. Learn from them 90. Laugh a lot. A good sense of humor cures almost all of life's ills 91. Don't use time or words carelessly, neither can be retrieved 92. Don't miss the magic of the moment by focusing on whats to come 93. Don't be rushed into making an important decision 94. Don't make the same mistake twice (wow...shouldn't we KNOW this by now??) 95. Become someones hero (I know who mine is!) 96. After you've worked hard to get what you want, take the time to enjoy it 97. Take life one step at a time (even if it's a limp) 98. Dont worry about tomorrow, just make it through today 99. Do what you can, with what you have, where you are (My Dad taught me that one LY MI) 100. Live the present! It's irreplaceable!!
February 01, 2006
Scary Stuff
So the doc called yesterday...or rather, his nurse. I answered the phone and she says, "Hey Mary, he wanted me to tell you that the surgery is set for March 1st, and you'll come in to see him on Feb. 21st and he'll explain everything to you then! See ya later, BYE!"
Ummmm!! WAIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I wanted to scream in the phone!!! STOP STOP STOP! I don't want to DO THIS ANYMORE! Now that there's an actual DATE on this thing, now that this is actually HAPPENING, it's FREAKING ME OUT!!! The surgery itself doesn't bug me that much...I mean sure, who WANTS to be knocked out and sliced and diced? OK, I'm sure there are some of you out there who would sign up for that voluntarily, but this chick ain't one of em! But what I'm really freaking about is that this is the beginning of the whole THING. The surgeries and recoveries and well.....the UNKNOWN. See, right now, I KNOW what my limitations are. I KNOW what I can and can't do. I know exactly when to take a pain pill so that I can get through the day. But once all this stuff starts, I'm clueless. And THAT, my friends, leaves me out of control. And while I know that I just need to leave it God's hands and the docs hands...I DO NOT like being out of control of my own body and limitations.
So...here I am. Sitting here at the computer typing away thinking about a surgery that will take place exactly a month from today. And I'm scared. And I don't readily admit that often. I like to pride myself on being a strong person. Being the one that everyone can turn to in their time of need. Being the one that people can look to and say, "Look how brave she is!" And I'm feeling like a failure.
Lately, I've had to face a lot of things that have made me afraid. Not AFRAID exactly, but have put me completely out of my comfort zone. To be honest, the past month has been nothing but non-comfort-zone-ish for me. I've had to make some huge choices that were sad, exciting and scary that have been completely nervewracking. And I'm NOT used to that at all. I'm used to saying, NO...let someone ELSE make that choice. But someone pointed out to me recently that maybe it's because I'm getting these surgeries done, and because I'm living in a new house and have new friends and all these "new" things going on that maybe this is the start of a NEW ME. So, maybe this is my way of doing some new things. Like making tough choices that affected not only me but other people as well, and just about broke my heart. And doing things for myself that 6 months or a year ago I wouldn't have even DREAMT of doing! And decided FOR MYSELF that I was going to go ahead with a surgery that isn't guaranteed to work, but might give me a chance to prolong another surgery.
So...I'm just making choices. Tough ones, each in their own way. And I'm scared. Hard for me to say it, but here I am in front of all of you saying it. And that in itself is scary too. But hell, I'm on a roll.
Love to all always,
Mare
Ummmm!! WAIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I wanted to scream in the phone!!! STOP STOP STOP! I don't want to DO THIS ANYMORE! Now that there's an actual DATE on this thing, now that this is actually HAPPENING, it's FREAKING ME OUT!!! The surgery itself doesn't bug me that much...I mean sure, who WANTS to be knocked out and sliced and diced? OK, I'm sure there are some of you out there who would sign up for that voluntarily, but this chick ain't one of em! But what I'm really freaking about is that this is the beginning of the whole THING. The surgeries and recoveries and well.....the UNKNOWN. See, right now, I KNOW what my limitations are. I KNOW what I can and can't do. I know exactly when to take a pain pill so that I can get through the day. But once all this stuff starts, I'm clueless. And THAT, my friends, leaves me out of control. And while I know that I just need to leave it God's hands and the docs hands...I DO NOT like being out of control of my own body and limitations.
So...here I am. Sitting here at the computer typing away thinking about a surgery that will take place exactly a month from today. And I'm scared. And I don't readily admit that often. I like to pride myself on being a strong person. Being the one that everyone can turn to in their time of need. Being the one that people can look to and say, "Look how brave she is!" And I'm feeling like a failure.
Lately, I've had to face a lot of things that have made me afraid. Not AFRAID exactly, but have put me completely out of my comfort zone. To be honest, the past month has been nothing but non-comfort-zone-ish for me. I've had to make some huge choices that were sad, exciting and scary that have been completely nervewracking. And I'm NOT used to that at all. I'm used to saying, NO...let someone ELSE make that choice. But someone pointed out to me recently that maybe it's because I'm getting these surgeries done, and because I'm living in a new house and have new friends and all these "new" things going on that maybe this is the start of a NEW ME. So, maybe this is my way of doing some new things. Like making tough choices that affected not only me but other people as well, and just about broke my heart. And doing things for myself that 6 months or a year ago I wouldn't have even DREAMT of doing! And decided FOR MYSELF that I was going to go ahead with a surgery that isn't guaranteed to work, but might give me a chance to prolong another surgery.
So...I'm just making choices. Tough ones, each in their own way. And I'm scared. Hard for me to say it, but here I am in front of all of you saying it. And that in itself is scary too. But hell, I'm on a roll.
Love to all always,
Mare
January 28, 2006
Irises
So the other day, my mom and I come home from yet another shopping trip to Kohl's (send me stuff) and we pull up to our GORGEOUS house, and there is a BOX sitting outside the front door! And guess what!!! It was FLOWERS from PETE!!!! Sweet Pete sent me flowers to wish me luck on the medical "stuff" (nice choice of words there, Petie! LMAO) and to make my house pretty! : ) Which they ABSOLUTELY did! They are the most gorgeous irises...which you can see from the pics! The coolest part is the company they came from...it's a really cool company...I'm sure they won't mind me advertising for them on here...it's ProFlowers. I will type just what the IRISES came like and what it says on the little package:Picked when the bloom is just cracking open and shipped overnight from the farms in Central California, the ProFlowers' Iris arrive in magical ready-to-bloom stage. Watch them gracefully unfold to reveal their inner beauty.
Everyone sigh collectively. OK...so I've talked enough about them...ENJOY THE PICS!!! Oh, and Petie.....KISSES!!! Thank you SOOO much! That was very sweet of you!
January 26, 2006
Hmmm...Quitting Smoking
OK...so well...hmmm...So I haven't actually quit smoking...exactly. But I've cut back...A LOT! Really, I have. And now that I'm going to Chicago, and I'm super psyched about it...there's no way in hell that I can quit completely now...so people...just bear with me, OKAY?!?!? Love you, MEAN IT! hee hee!!!!
Chicago!!!!!!
Ladies and Gents...in exactly 2 weeks from RIGHT NOW, I will be in CHICAGO!!!!!!!!!!!! YAY!!! I will have met my Pogo friends who are also three of my very BEST friends, Denise, Billy and Tree!!!!!!! Denise is getting married on Feb 10th which is the whole reason for the gathering. I have been DEVASTATED about the fact that I wasn't able to go up there, but lo and behold, today...Denise waved her magic wand and within about 30 minutes, I had a flight and a hotel room for the weekend!! I am beside myself excited about it. I've been NEEDING something to be excited about. I haven't been excited about something like this in a VERY long time. Not to mention, I've never just hopped on a plane all by myself to somewhere I've never been to meet people I've never met before in person. But the weird thing about it is...for those of you who have known me my entire life...you would think I'd be scared out of my MIND to do this. Step out of my comfort zone and "take a risk." But the thing is...I am SO FAR from scared!!! I am excited and PUMPED about it! I feel like I'm finally DOING something for myself! And I have Denise to thank for that! She would say that I DO NOT need to thank her, but I would just turn around and tell her to SHUT IT! THANK YOU GIRLIE!!! You do not know what this means to me. Especially right before I'm about to face an icky surgery and some tough recovery. BUT now that I'll have met you guys...you can come see ME since I won't be able to see YOU! And you can push me around the casino here in my wheelchair!!! ; ) Tell everyone to get the HELL out of our way! : ) I love you guys, and can't WAIT to get my limping self up there to spend some REAL OFFLINE time with you!!!
~*MareBear*~
~*MareBear*~
January 24, 2006
Quit Day!!
Well, here it is 8:41 PM on Tuesday, January 24, 2006. It's been exactly 21 hours since I've had a cigarette. But I'm not counting. I'm actually doing really well. I'm not using the patch, or nicotine gum. Nor have I eaten everything in the fridge or killed anyone or any animal that lives in the household. So, I thought I'd get on here and share with everyone that I am quitting. Figured making it publicly known would give me more support to quit! So that means all you guys have to comment and give me a nice little pat on the back or a "YAY!" or something! And yes, this has to be THE WORST time for someone to quit smoking, but hey...I figure...if I can manage to quit smoking successfully during all THIS crap, then I can live without ciggies! But the MAIN reason for me quitting is because of the upcoming surgery. The whole purpose of the surgery is to get blood flowing again...and nicotine restricts blood vessels. SO...the success of the surgery could depend on my quitting this crap right NOW. So there ya have it. I don't WANT to quit, but I have to. So...that's enough reason for me to do it without too much complaint or drama about it. Just set em down and be done with em after 10 years. GIT R DONE!!!!!!!!!! Anyway, that's all I got to say about that! : )
Love to all!
~*Mare Bear*~
Love to all!
~*Mare Bear*~
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