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It’s Tough

It’s tough to watch

And I wonder

“What’s next”?

The USA Education

is a bust today.

But, can everyone

say “I did my best”?

~~~~

We know about

the original policies,

And we see the one

room school houses

The latest policies

and real academics

have no place

and have since eased,

We teach to

Standardized Tests,📝

bubbles,

number 2 pencils✏️

and a bunch of

changing rules.✅

~~~~

Teachers and staff

are forbidden

to discipline,

And yet, parents

want/ need someone to blame.

All of this is tiresome

and gets under my skin,

My mind can only see

the Federally banned novel📚

by Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451 (‘s)

🔥flame.🔥

~~~~

It’s not the guns,🔫

drugs💊

or violent games,🕹

It’s the kids📰

always pushing the limits

and the relentless

childish arguing🗯

for their rights

which means

calling the

“adults'” bluff.

~~~~

Therefore, empty threats,

the toys,

the distinction

and the fears

of what a child may claim

to law enforcement

and be separated

for years and years.

We all need to stand up,

learn the word “No“,

mean it,

have powerful support⚙️

and scream “Enough!”

~~~~

The USA Dept. of Education

needs a major

makeover,

Artificial Intelligence (A.I.),

Technology,

Wireless,

software,

hardware

,

upgrades

and cell…

~~~~~

However, staying out of touch,

ignoring the confrontation,

being politically correct,

loses the purpose

of the brick & mortar,

Community, safe place.

All of this

Really puts today’s students

into a decision:

real life vs. hell?

~~~~

I am aghast

at the thought

of arming school staff,

We have classes of 40+ students now.

All hyped up on sugar

and shots of caf (feine)…

I was brought up

in a different time.

Now it’s too easy to get lost

& feel contempt,

toward those who take

the class down.

This is NOT

what I went to college for.

~~~~

So this retired

Kindergarten, Grades 7-12 Teacher

implores,

With the U.S. Dept. of Education

to stop putting the future

in our past,

It doesn’t belong there.

This and those

future generations

will only

go elsewhere.

Oh!!,

And remember

that one kid

who got lost

and allowed the hate

to last?

~~~~

Won’t accept any blame.

Because it’s tough out there.

The attention and fame,

Are all sudden,

impulsive,

and wonderously

rare.

~~~~

Fifteen minutes of fame

taste oh-so-sweet.

The media’s view above

and below

cannot be beat.

The echoes of Sirens will

sound up and down

the streets.

The past

and future

finally meet.

⚡️👩🏼‍💻👨🏻‍💻 🌎🧝🏼‍♀️🧝🏽‍♂️⚡️🤼‍♂️🗽       🏰⚔️⚖️ 

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I wish…

As you may know, my husband and I were lucky enough to attend the Andrea Bocelli Concert in Detroit just a couple of days ago (12-3-17). It was wonderful!

I had a great time until the show was over. You see, that is when my Hashimoto’s took over my body. I lost control of my senses and was in a black out. 😡

What I remember

We were using LYFT Car Service to shuttle us to and from the concert (Strongly recommended). I messaged LYFT that we needed to be picked up.

As we were walking out of the seating area, I kept getting dizzy and losing my balance on the stairs. My husband and the Usher were very helpful. I was also starting to sweat. Mind you, by that point we were waiting near a door which was kept open and the temperature was 32*. I was only getting worse though. Then I started shaking/ trembling.

Everyone assumed it was because of the temperature, but I knew it was my body’s way of telling me to get some food and water asap. The LYFT driver was having a hard time finding us, so we walked to an area she was able to get to. I don’t remember walking 🚶‍♀️ anywhere. My mind was spacey.

I was leaning against a pillar outside of a parking garage. This was the only thing I could find to hold me up.

~~~~~~out~~~~~~~

When I came to, I was sitting in a chair surrounded by the Parking Attendants.

Female Attendant: “Look she’s awake!”

“Everyone check your pockets, this girl doesn’t look too great.”

~~~~~out~~~~~~~~~

“You need food don’t you? Can you talk?”

“I want you to try these raisins. Do you like raisins?”

I nodded, yes.

“Are you waiting for someone?”

I nodded, yes.

Male Attendant: “Here give her this! I have a banana and a granola bar!”

~~~~~~~~out~~~~~~~~~

Female Attendant: “It’s ok. It’s just water. Open your mouth, I’ll help ya.”

~~~~~~~~~out~~~~~~~~

Husband: “Brande! The driver is here! Where are you? Brande!”

Male Attendant: “Are you with him? Are you Brande?”

I nodded, yes.

Female Attendant: “She’s in here. She slid down that pillar and blacked out a few times.”

Male Attendant: “We gave her all that we could find: raisins, a banana, a granola bar, some peanuts & a water.”

Husband: “How long has she been like this? Oh my God thank you! I’ll get her back to our hotel and get her some food. She gets sick from her disease. Thank you!”

~~~~~~~~out~~~~~~~~

Back at the hotel and completely disoriented from the elevator, I was able to eat a panini that I purchased earlier from Starbucks.

I’m not aware of what was said or done during the black outs but I am so grateful that I was lucky enough to have some kind people who took care of me.

——————————————————————

Moral of the story:

My disease symptoms have the ability to make me dizzy, incoherent, and black out. That is scary.

I wasn’t aware of elevators causing disorientation.

I had a horrible migraine by the time it was all said and done.

My joints and bones hurt all over and I felt so weak.

I couldn’t even lean on a stationary object without losing my balance and blacking out.

None of the Hypothyroidism or Hashimoto’s Disease books/research mentioned any of these traits/issues. NONE.

I was lucky this time, but if it happens again I can’t assume that I’ll get help with the kindness of strangers.

🌸 To those who helped me at 126 W.Fisher St. Parking Garage, Detroit, MI, you were angels for me that night. Thank you! 🙏 🌸

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Flower Beds

I’ve always loved flowers.

As I have rolled myself into “adulthood”,  I have discovered that I prefer flowers in their semi-natural beds.  A lot of people, and I mean A LOT of people, in my town, are Master Gardeners. I figured that growing my own flowers would be a nice hobby.

Plus, I would have a reason to go outside and get my Vitamin D too. Win, win!

I decided to try gardening.  The key word here is try.

I now understand why gardeners threaten trespassers with their lives. The frustration and anger of one little, beautiful and helpless flower being stepped on is a legitimate defense – or at least it should be.

Dear Master Gardeners, I apologize for dancing on your Daffodils and ignoring the placement of your Irises.

Day One:  First we (me, husband, mother). had to weed and Roto-till the spaces for the separate areas for the different beds. Within ten minutes we voted and all chipped in to hire the neighbor kid to do it. He did. Whew!

Day Two:  Cover all exposed areas with black paper…. “hey neighbor!”

Day Three:  My mother came over to help me roll out pre-seeded lavender bed rolls ordered from Groupon. I supposedly had 50,000 seeds so at least one seedling had to work.

Create amazing decor for the flower beds: ummm… skip.

Maintenance: Keep checking on the Groupon guaranteed Rolls. Luckily I could look into my garden from the air conditioned living room to check on it daily.

Water: We still have our timer from Christmas lights, that will work. Or so I thought… Ok not really… my garden was flooded by; oh I’d say five days into this. We now had quicksand.

I could see the neighbor kids’ foot prints in the sand puddling with water. I simply needed to turn off the timer… Done.

It was supposed to be a very rainy week anyway.

Weeds: The weeds grew and grew. They were taller than me and had nothing to do with or about the water or lavender.

I have NOT seen even one plant of my Groupon 💯 guarantee. My neighbor kid is going to be so mad when he comes back from Boot Camp!

All involved read the directions from Groupon carefully…

My mother and I re-read the directions… no lavender.

  • <<<<<<<<<<
    hoped that there would be a “💥🌿🌱💜 Sea Of Lavender 💥 💜 🌿🌱💥 ” in my garden, and it was going to be beautiful. Alas no purple waves, no sea, no see.
      • I waited.
      • I watched.
      • I asked people who had lavender.
      • I traveled to the other side of the state, with my mother to go to a Certified Lavender Farm! http://www.lavenderhill.com.
      • I read books 📚.
      • I had it all planned!
      • Would you believe that there isn’t anything resembling lavender in their area???
      • There’s nothing!
      • What did I do wrong??

      Well… it wasn’t until I realized that I physically couldn’t do much more than trap my neighbor kid, tell him how sick I am, get him to do the hard stuff, and then flood everything while he was in boot camp; that maybe I was a bit overzealous about my new hobby.

      I couldn’t muster up the energy to be a gardener. I am just too sensitive to temperatures, brightness, bug bites, bending over and everything it takes to grow flowers purposefully.

      I had one job. One ☝️. Discover and create a beautiful garden. I failed. My husband knew how upsetting it was for me. He took me to the cute little store in Bay City and I found a bunch of fake flowers (lavender of course) to purchase and enjoy at home.

      Sometimes mental health is brushed aside when a physical task fails. I mean, who goes through the fuss and anticipation of a project wanting to be a failure? It’s a tough pill to swallow. His actions, my mom’s help and of course the neighbor kid were here working their butts off because my symptoms made me miserable while the heat only exasperated them. They did all of that in my best interest. So Thank You!

      I guess my body health (brain included) needs some more time to hopefully heal. When it will let me know; remains to be seen.

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      135 Yesterday, 95 Today

      Emails.

      Yep, that’s right.  My email address is getting way too many messages.  Anyone else in this boat?

      I’m not putting this out there for bragging about or fishing for compliments.  I’m putting this out there because I am not going to read them all.  Any coupons, weekly ads, going out of sale ads, or relisting of items that I was outbid on previously are going to my trash and junk.

      —-UPDATE—- 112 Emails as of 1:43 pm —-


      I prefer emails from family or friends.  There, I said it.  The biggest offenders in my inbox are WalMart and GFS.  Hint*. There’s only two of us and we are not interested in 5 gallons of potato salad, nor products for infants.  I know, I know, I am not the only person they send ads and emails too.  But they can take me off of their lists, for like, ever-ish.  (That’s a word… ever-ish.  I add ish to a lot of words now.  Given that American English is a living language I can make up all kinds of words -if I wanted to; alas I shall stick with ish words for the time being.)

      ANYWAY

      Which brings me to my main objective in this rant…  if brick and mortar stores and  webstores are insisting on emailing me, I would at the very least want the information to relate to either me or my husband.  I know that there are algorithms that exist for this very purpose.  They’re imbedded in those fun, little, member cards.

      Again, don’t get me wrong… if you are a real, human, family member or friend, I promise not to put your communications in Junk.  It’s bad enough that I refuse to answer my phones anymore because of the crazy spamming going on.


      Honestly I am not sure about which is worse…🤔. The phone ringing incessantly or my inbox stretching itself out so much.  

      It’s obvious to consumer’s that sellers are desperately trying to communicate with us all.  Did they all invest in the Nigerian Prince with a great opportunity?  (Haha). 

      ATTENTION SPAMMERS:  

      • I know that I did not register for a trip to Bermuda, Florida, London or Paris.  
      • I also know that I do not have a Windows based computer which needs an unsolicited computer tech.
      • I am aware that my credit card is doing just fine.  So you must be making the error on your end.
      • I know that my vehicle is not under warranty and that I can purchase a new warranty or vehicle which comes with a brand new warranty.
      • I am not a fax machine.
      • The Nigerian Prince is NOT Raj from The Big Bang Theory; and neither exist in reality.  (Bummer.  I like the character traits of Rajesh Kuthrapoli)

      Oh the list is endless at this point…  Sadly so is my patience.  So I shall leave you with these parting words of wisdom.

      Ready?

      WORDS OF WISDOM BY ME:

      • Any word ending with “ish”.
      • No.
      • No thank you.
      • Delete.
      • Unsubscribe.
      • Trash.
      • Just let the machine get it.”


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      When?

      How do you explain 

           Butterflies in your tummy?

      Or how you just know 

           That it’s all going to be ok?

      How do you accept an unexpected 

           loss which shatters your soul?

      Why didn’t you know?

      —–

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      Tattoos & Trees

      True story:

      About ten years ago (+\- five years) and yet another fifteen years prior to that.  This will make sense for you, (the readership in a few moments… hang in there..  I promise.  Trust me.

      I traveled to Arizona for a visit with my grandparents, sister and mother.  It was time to find a full service, independent living, facility for my grandparents.

      The three of us toured a few facilities each day until we found our ideal space for the distinguished Patriarch and Matriarch of my mothers’ side of the family.  It took a lot of convincing to get them to see it, much less than the actual move from their condo to a facility we chose.

      It was nice.  They allowed my grandparents’ cats, furniture and even had it’s own kitchen.  The forms were signed.  Their condo was up for sale and I had to get back to Michigan.

      ~~~~~~

      Within a couple of months I got a call from my sister.  She wanted to get a Tigger tattoo and wanted my opinion.  I have a tattoo on my hip bone of Opus the Penguin.  I got it when I was seventeen, so in my sister’s mind I must remember the experience…. eh… I didn’t.  Seventeen and tattoos were common in my generation; remembering the details, not so much.

      Opus the Penguin

      I did my best to explain it to her, but jeez that was fifteen years ago.

      After many months of looking she decided to bring the multitudes of Tigger to a top three.  In this process she had found a few other ideas that would be good on me and my mother.

      She wanted all of us to get (at least one) matching tattoos.  I laughed and questioned her rationale.

      “It would be a bonding experience.”

      Uh- No.

      Within the week I was getting pictures from my sister with a very noticeable Tigger tattoo on her calf.  She even showed it to our grandmother for review.  Apparently our grandmother approved and asked questions about it -the process, design, and pain.  She and my sister often did Tigger themed things, like this cake, for instance.

      Tigger everywhere!

      The holidays had me back in AZ later that year.  I laughed every time my sister brought up the “group tattoo idea”.  However, by then, my mom had agreed to do it. My sister must have been quite convincing.   They were going on and on about yin yang symbols, turtles, paw prints, etc.  I was still holding firm on my “No.”

      I had underestimated my sister because the day after Christmas she admitted something…

      She had a plan.

      • We all had to agree on the design and body location.
      • We had to find a clean and reputable establishment that was handicapped accessible.
      • We had to go into it with a “No Regrets” mentality.

      I was still not in love with the idea or plan.  Besides, why did it have to be handicap accessible?  So I asked.

      Wait for it….

      My sister continued, “…Grandma wants to go too.  So we will just swing by her new nursing home, check her out for the day, let her go first with her tatt, get ours, and then grab something to eat, sign her back in to the nursing home without drawing attention to ourselves and Ta Dah.  No biggie!”

      “We are NOT kidnapping Grandma, tattooing her in a handicap accessible (air quotes) tattoo parlor, having a late lunch and then sneaking her back in to her nursing home without anyone noticing ‘something different’ about Grandma.”

      “Awwww c’mon.  She really wants whatever we’re having.”
      “Are you crazy?!  No!  Soooo beyond no!  We could get in serious trouble for that.  Oh My Lord. (*sigh) Did you tell mom?”

      “She liked it.”

      Of course she did.

      This dialogue continued back and forth for quite some time -months.

      ~~~~~~

      My sister stayed on this kick for awhile and is over it now (I think).  Our grandmother passed away within a few years -tattoo free.  My mother is still tattoo free.

      Part of me wonders, did my grandmother have a seventeen year old self who always wanted a tattoo, like me? What would she have chosen at seventeen?

      I don’t doubt that she entertained the idea then, or at my sister’s plan sixty years later.  I can only fathom what 1945 art was acceptable for her standards.  She was a nurse back then.  She had seen it all, and knew the human body quite well.  She would know where we could keep it hidden and respectable.

      This past Autumn, my sister, mother and I were together again and I brought up the group tattoo idea.  We thought about it, tossed around some ideas and then got back to our independently busy lives;    somehow still remaining connected.

      Maybe the next time we get the chance I can get us all to agree on a tree.  More specifically The Tree of Life.  It would be a Family Tree of Life!


      “As above, so below”

      “The creation of a thousand forests is in one acorn.” (Ralph Waldo Emerson)

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      🕶 Summer 2017 👒

      The skies are blue with white clouds, the wind is in the tops of the trees, and the scent of freshly mowed grass floats through the air.


      I can be found outside to absorb Vitamin D more often.  I often go for drives in my 1999 Mazda Miata (top down, radio up.) singing my heart out.  I can enjoy the scenery when I take my dogs on walks.  I could go for bike rides with my husband.  I could follow through with plans or have a summer job for extra money.  But I’m not doing any of these things.  I can hope that all of this will play out next summer or the summer after that.  I will be ok, just not today.


      I am spending this summer filling out forms.  Forms?  Yes, forms.  Being in my condition, I have a lot to “prove” to people, I guess.  I have forms for Student Loans, Social Security, Insurance Companies, Appointments to keep from each groups’ Independent Medical Reviews.  My years worth of forms is not helping to remove my carbon footprint.

      So if you get the chance to capture some Vitamin D, walk your dog, drive your convertible and go for bike/ horse rides, do it.   Do it for everyone who can’t, right now.  Enjoy the outside and stay “form-free”.  Don’t pick up a writing utensil or hide behind a screen of any sort.  Mind your manners.  Eat full-fat ice cream … on a WAFFLE CONE! 

      Most of all… 

      Enjoy the Summer of 2017. 👒