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As Seen on TV 📺

  • My pillow
  • Copper pots, pans, skillets and socks
  • Coobie Bra’s
  • Balance boards
  • Jump Ropes
  • LED everything
  • And let’s not forget Chia Pets

Talk about a society that probably has everything with the use of a remote control and telephone. It is almost eerily suspicious how much the producers put into knowing what, when and how to place these advertisements. They know more about humans’ mental and emotional timing, than we do!

I know this. I know about how it all works; but dang it, that Copper Brownie Pan is quite tempting.

Obviously I don’t have any desire to own a Treadmill, Oscillating Bike, or any exercise equipment. I see too many at Garage Sales. Go figure.

Next we have the diets. South Beach Diet, Dr. Phil Healthy Living, and Bob Green’s (Oprah’s Dietitian) Guide to Better Health.

Companies will even create boxes of “Fresh Foods with recipes ” so that busy people will be able to eat “healthy” at home.

I am not a chef. I hate, hate, hate onions. Plus I’m just picky about food anyway. Give me a can of Spaghettios and some Kool-Aid; I’ll be a happy girl. Plus it only cost $5.00 at most for the entire meal.

The box meals – Blue Apron for example,

cost $35-$100 depending on the company and contract you have to include.

Send me the brownies from the copper stuff instead.

I already have the coloring books and “My Pillows”

a couple of mini-cooker thing scopper socks, lipstick with flowers in it, a “Snuggie” and the list goes on.

They got me.

I didn’t even know that I needed a Winnie the Pooh Chia plant!

My husband and I are on a mission! We WILL change the channel before the “Pocket Hose” stretches itself out, and the “Flex Seal” saves the boat from sinking.

It’s almost a competition now! (Okay take out the word almost…)

Cindy Crawford and her special -yet found with regular household ingredients, makeup whatever? I will use my ninja skills, grab that remote, and change the channel before your mole stares back at me!

🐾Woo Paw!🐾

Props to the Psychologists who figured out the algorithm of human shopping. Your parents must be so proud.

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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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🕶 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. 👒

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Planning, Hoping & Fumes

I think that I have a friend or two who genuinely care about me and my illnesses.  I believe that I have some acquaintances who would be certain to talk to me if we were in the same place, coincidently.


Thanks to Pastor Trisha Peach, blog peacht, via Hypothyroid Mom, I caught a few of her comments to be very true for me, currently.

Like this… “It makes planning nearly impossible. Many humans take for granted that they will wake up feeling “normal”, go to work, go see friends, go to their child’s sports game – same as always. 🌅👩🏻‍🏫👩🏼‍⚕️👨🏼‍💻👩🏻‍🏫👩‍🎤👮🏻👯‍♂️

For someone battling a chronic illness, you just don’t know. Instead of “planning”, it’s more like “hoping”. You “hope” you wake up feeling ok, you “hope” you can make it through work, you “hope” you can make it through your child’s play…..and each event takes its toll on your energy and health.


You cannot predict the day before how you will feel. So the world makes plans and prepares for events and you…..”hope” to be a part of them.”

She goes on to write,  “It is not because you no longer care or because the event is not important to you or the person is not important to you. You are missing out because your body has given out.

In fact, your body may be 4 or 5 events PAST too many by the time you just give out. It’s like driving a car that is running out of gas….you lasted on fumes, but finally despite all your efforts, the fumes have run out. The gas pedal is all the way to the floor, but she’s not going any further.”


My doctor had requested some blood work from me…, which, upon return, explained a plethora of my health problems. She was speaking another language (Greek? Latin? Dr. Speak?), regardless I needed Google. And here I am. 🌎.

Meghan O’Rourke has an essay called “I had Autoimmune Disease and then it had me.”   It was printed in The New Yorker Magazine, Aug. 26, 2013.  It came up in a Google Search for Hypothyroidism.  She was speaking my language.


So, for my friends, I hope to keep our plans but I need to be full; not on fumes.

💩. I don’t even like me when I’m on fumes.  👺

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Pickled!

I am really weird about food. Onion slices are ALWAYS next to Tomato slices in restaurants.  The Onions ruin everything. It is so frustrating!  I have felt the same way about pickles, jalapenos, peppers, etc. 

Given that I am from Arizona, I don’t know why or how this happened -Mexican food was, well, awful -in my opinion.  I loved the fresh chips and a very plain Chicken Chimichanga.  But nothing could be on or near my plate.  That made it a dry rectangle on a dessert plate.  It’s supposed to be covered in a “Sauce” and Salsa with rice and beans as well as some little salad (onions included).   I was the only person in the world of the Southwest who preferred Jamba Juice, Starbucks and mall food to honest-to-goodness real Mexican food..
So, moving to Michigan was a great thing for me. Potatoes, Berries, Steaks, Soups, great pizzas, Farmers Markets, oh my! Although I’m not a fan of the pickled eggs, bologna and of course, pickles.


I steered clear of pickled things. However, I was devastated to find out that my Jamba Juice wasn’t here in Michigan. Starbucks is two hours south of my home. 

I went through Jamba, Mall and Starbucks withdrawal. I was miserable to be around. My husband took me to the “Mall” north of the house and I cried. It wasn’t a mall! It hade three or five shops and no food.  


Maybe Arizona wasn’t so bad after all. While everyone else was burning their taste buds, I had “Mocha Moo’s” with extra protein powder. Or I would go to the real mall for Panda Express.

What was I going to do here? Mashed potatoes come to mama!

Growing up, I wouldn’t eat a pickle. Dill, sweet, relish, whatever else was up to my co-lunch mate. My sister would get them off my McDonald’s burgers and pretty much everything else that had a pickle served was fair game. 

I went to a pot luck luncheon recently and someone had made/brought these weird looking ham wraps of cream cheese and a dill spear. After much coercion from my friends, i said that I would try one.  

I. LOVE. THEM. 

Then all of a sudden I started to crave dill pickle spears. ?!

I mean really crave. I still don’t know what happened. I hated anything pickled and Mexican food; and then all of a sudden I’m eating Dill Pickles daily. At least they aren’t expensive.  What’s going to happen next?  Peppers on my pizza?
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My husband and I attended the MSU presentation (we owned a pet store and the presentation was a customer service reminder) of “Give ’em the pickle!” 

I was entranced. I found the website which the presenters got their information. Little did I know that there is a link between pickles and customer service.   WHAT?!

Example:
“The idea of giving pickles away comes from a letter I received from a disappointed customer who was visiting the first store we opened.” (Bob Ferrell)


“The pickle philosophy has evolved from there as it’s been put into practice at various businesses. It may be about going the extra mile to make customers happy or putting your own personal stamp on customer service that sets you apart from your competition.  (And I just gave it away.)

At my favorite tire store they literally run to greet me when I step out of my car in the parking lot. I’ve met garbage collectors who stop to start lawn mowers and coffee baristas who add a heart or other designs in the latte foam. Those are all pickles. What are yours?”  

(http://www.giveemthepickle.com/pickle_principle.htm)

It may seem like an odd metaphor for customer service. I feel bad about not recognizing the intentional customer service.

Weird. Right? Now I understand why pickles are served with entrées.

I don’t know what triggered my love for dill pickles. I am a fan.

I don’t believe that I will ever love onions, nor will I order something with the potential of having touched an onion. Ironically, everyone in my family loves onions; as well as my husband. (*sigh*)

By the way, I’m not pregnant. I simply want to know why I love the stupid pickle -all of a sudden.  Is it a body mineral thing?  Potassium?  Vinegar?  Brine? 

Maybe my taste buds are changing as I age.  What a pickle!

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Big Things Become Little Things 

I was born and raised in the Valley of the Sun (Phoenix, AZ).  I was never able or willing to appreciate Arizona.  It was too hot and brown.  Some say that one can fry an egg on a si…

Source: Big Things Become Little Things 

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What Do Snapple, A Gas Credit Card and Bai Have In Common?

I’m a big kid now!
When I was in college, for my undergrad, my mother gave me a gas station credit card that she would pay for.  Awesome! Right?  I asked her what the catch was, she replied “Just don’t be ridiculous with it.  Deal?”  With complete understanding, I said “Deal.”  We shook on it and shortly after, she moved to Kansas.

I loved having a credit card that was being paid for by anyone but me!  Granted, it was only for gas; but still…  By the second billing cycle, my mom called me.  I answered feeling happy-go-lucky, “Hi!  How’s Kansas?”  My mother’s response wasn’t sounding as perky as she usually did.  So I asked, “Are you ok?”  

Her response was “What is Snapple?  And since when do gas stations have a grocery section?”

 
She was calm, but not in a good way.  My mind was racing.  Ok, I may have been too excited about the credit card and realized that it could get me ‘traveling food’ too.  

When I ran out of food in my dorm I would just jaunt over to the gas station.  I didn’t think that I was being ridiculous by any means.

My turn, “Ummmm, Snapples are a wonderful drink… they are usually in the refrigerator section with juices.  Why do you ask?”

“Snapples aren’t necessary for the car to run, right?”  Ouch, she was not happy.

“Hmmmmm they are for the driver.  (Uncomfortable giggle). Jeez, it’s no biggie.  When I fill up on gas, I run inside the little store and stock up on Snapples. (I admit, this is when my teenage attitude kicked in…). Am I not allowed to drink Snapple?!  It’s healthy for goodness sakes!”

Silence.

“Seriously mom, I’m in college now.  You need to realize that controlling what I eat and drink is not your job anymore.”  Boy was I dumb.

Silence.  Deep breathing and whispering one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten.  Deep breath.  She was getting ready to put me and my attitude in my place.  Crap!

“I know how old you are, believe me.  Second, if you keep being a brat, I will close the credit card account.  What the hell are you buying at the gas station store?  Obviously Snapple, but what else?  Your bill is almost $200.00!”

Uh-oh.  This is not going to end well.  “Are you here?”

“Do not try to change the subject!  No, I am not ‘there’, which is probably a good thing currently.  So, back to your purchases… how much is a Snapple?”

“Ummmm, like $2.49 each.  Plus I usually get milk and munchies too, like Cheetos, gum or candy.”  My voice was shaking.  At the time I thought that I was angry and that’s why I was shaking.  Now I realize that I was scared.  She was going to kill me… a bit too over dramatic.

“Well, if you don’t stop buying stupid and unnecessary items from the gas station plan on paying for your own gas.”

I realized (finally) that she was ticked because I was, indeed, ridiculous with the card.  She wasn’t challenging my attempts at independence.  I reacted like an immature snot!  I felt bad.  I pinky promised that I wouldn’t use the card for groceries anymore.

My mom realized my misunderstanding of her argument.  We chatted awkwardly about random things; and as we were getting ready to hang up, she said “So no more extra things on the card.  Right?”

“Yep!  Oh! Hey! Can I still get Snapples though?”

Click.

Hmmmmm.  Guess not.  Major Bummer.

**Fast forward twenty years**

My mom and I both reside in N.E. MI now and we do road trips for shopping and appointments.  On one such road trip, we stopped for gas.  I went inside the store to use the restroom.  She was outside filling the car up.  On my way back to the car, I noticed my new favorite beverage in the refrigerator section.  I didn’t see her walking in.  

She stopped abruptly when she saw me looking at the juice section.  By that point I had managed to grab three or four to take to the register.  I wanted to drink one in the car… duh.

She walked up to me and asked, “What are you doing?  We need to hit the road.”

“I’m looking for my coconut water, it’s from a company called Bai.  So far I can only see the blueberry.



Of course you are… *sigh.  Seriously?  How much is it?”

“Hey, at least it’s not a Snapple!  This is $2.49.  And I’m going to get a few; we are out of them at home.  Plus, I’m buying.  Want one?”  I was going out of my way to be a bratty snot.

“Ha!  No thanks.”

I stared at her for a minute and hoped that this was funny for her like it was for me…  She looked back at me and smirked.  

Yep, it’s funny.  Phew!