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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.

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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.

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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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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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Morel’s and Murder

Can I just say, how lovely Sunday the 22nd of April was?  The sun was out, the temperatures were in the 60-70 range.  There was even a light wind in the tops of the trees… ahhhhhhh.  My intuition whispered, “Go for a walk.”  My mom said -in her mom voice, “I am going to go with or without you.” 

It is Morel Season, a walk outside might just render some delicious Morels.  I made sure to wear a bright pink top, mud boots and tea tree oil (bugs hate it).  My mom and I made the usual rounds up, next to my house then we went into the woods.

You want morels, and I can help.  No, I can’t reveal my secret locations… not necessarily because I’m selfish (well, maybe partly), but because it wouldn’t be fun for you. Morel mushroom hunting is adventurous. It’s thrilling, and it’s incredibly rewarding! If you’ve ever found any on your own, you know exactly what I mean.”

https://www.google.com/amp/s/wildfoodism.com/2015/04/02/how-to-find-and-identify-morel-mushrooms/amp/

She didn’t find anything, but I did (golf ball).  We just kept walking around, heads down, eyes peeled for the elusive mushroom.  She managed to wiggle herself through brush almost taller than her and called for me,  “Brande!  You have got to see this!”

“Nope.  I’m good.  I’ll keep looking under the trees.”

“I found a skeleton!”

“Ummmm no.”

“It’s totally cool though….  it has human teeth!”


Okay so I am obsessed with the television show “Bones”.  I yelled, “I get to be Bones!! You get to be Booth!!”  Through the tall grasses I went.  She was right.


I stared at it, there were so many bones!  The head, legs, ribs, spine, mandibles and we were so excited!  We dug up as much as we could.  Tissue free, yet marrow full; it was weighing down our Morel bucket.


Kinda creepy eh?  

Well since I’m “Bones,” I was getting all scienc-eeee and tried naming them…. come on 7th Grade Science, don’t fail me now….  “Ooooh that’s a rib!  Or that’s back tooth…  ere go; I carried on with my Latin -Physician wanna-be tone.”  


We decided that these bones would be way more fun than mushrooms, and walked back to the house.  We talked about our bones, potential murder (car hit?  Bow?  Rifle? Coyote lunch?). and what we were planning to do with/about them.  For instance, what will my husband say?  Hmmmmm.  (Poor guy.  It’s a good thing my mom moved in to help take care of us.)


Upon returning, we started to lay the bones on my deck and try to put them together.  When we realized that there were a lot of leg bones we tried to decide not only where they went but what they were called.  We got to the largest leg bone.  My mom said “fibula or humurus” and I said “Thigh bone”.  We bickered over this for quite awhile.

We continued “playing” with the bones for awhile and then went inside.  My husband asked if we found any mushrooms…  “What’s for dinner then?”  Great question.


Our actual booty was a pretty rock, two golf balls, and a skeleton.  Not a mushroom to be seen.  Maybe tomorrow.?

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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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Superstition vs. Societal Acceptance

A lot is going on these days which seem to bring out some superstitious actions.  These demand a loyalty to commit to one thing instead of another.  This paradox is most recognizable in situations of one vs. another.  

Some examples are:  

  • Presidential Candidates, 
  • Sports
  • Gambling
  • Holiday Visits 
  • Religious beliefs 
  • Peanut butter brands

Given the most current example is that the Cubs (Chicago baseball ⚾️ team) won the World Series after 108 years.  They were cursed by a fan and his goat in 1908, many have blamed the lack of success on the curse.  Baseball has a lot of faith in superstitions; well at least from what I hear.

I don’t hear or read about superstitious football, hockey, or basketball players as often.  Baseball has always been known for their curses, cups, socks, mitts, hats facing this way or that, personal hygiene and of course the goat superstitions.  I don’t know why it is acceptable for the common fan to honestly believe in a curse or anything intangible which can determine the success as more than poppy cock.  Lets face it, this team got to where they are because it has talent.

My question is, when does the superstition end and habit/ muscle memory begin?  I’ve heard of a player who won’t change his socks if his team is in the playoffs until the playoffs are over. There are so many more examples from players and even more with the fans!   Thus this becomes a litany of random quirks and strange idiosyncrasies.  Don’t worry there is a camp for the naysayers.

Some of the odd superstitious habits in sports…

  • Never Step on the Foul Line
  • Leaving the Pitcher Alone in the Dugout
  • The Lucky Glove, Bat, Shirt, Hat or Necklace
  • Baseball: Nuke LaLoosh and Abstinence
  • Barry Bonds: Kissed the Cross on His Necklace After Each HR
  • Reggie Jackson: Wore the Same Helmet Even After He Switched Teams

And then there are the folks who could care less.  We all know them.  They are society  accepting minimalists in all things society assigns them; and  yet, still manages to be invited to join the fantasy league of the season, or even to bet on a potential end score -via a chart with numbers and names.   Is it the intention to turn Mr. Minimal into a believer by the souls who are embracing the fates of their own personal traditions?  Should we all be so open, yet closed minded?  Talk about a paradigm or shift!
We have all been privy to the presidential campaigns which have been riddled up with liable, slander and by violence.  The passions of some, clearly needing punishment by the passions of another.  Think about it!   

Never mind, I’ll just mention a few.  

  • Naturalist vs. Darwinist.  
  • Black vs. White.  
  • Rich vs. Poor.  
  • Coke vs. Pepsi.  

We are all in there somewhere; yet, we  are still tinged by the opposition.  There is no place that hasn’t been touched by the opponent.  Therefore claiming absolute belief in a team, beverage, church or brand is not realistic.

We are moved by weather and finances to find the geographical location we prefer  to inhabit; yet choose to cheer on a team outside of their current location. We are moved by the family roots to begin our own branch in the tree of life.  

It’s a tautology conundrum… why is the sky blue?  Because it reflects the oceans.  Then why are the oceans blue?  Darling, to reflect the sky, of course.  

Silly me.

Tautology conundrum

The Chicago Cubs beat not only their 108 year old curse; but also, the Cleveland Indians, last night.   I wonder if the win will be “enough” for the Cubs.  What will happen next year?  They certainly can’t blame a silly old goat for a failure.  Will the fans of either team change their beliefs and actions which represent their preference?  What is the real motivation for beliefs, idiosyncrasies, fate, and superstition? Is it a need to belong or a desire to connect with those of similar interests?

Fan Commitment -definitely not a Fair Weather Johnson

Which quirk will come to the forefront with the next round?  Or will the logic of removing the one’s quirk be replaced by  a new ornamental twist rationale?   Will it be able to entice the non-fan to choose a….(fill in the blank) _________ something, anything?  Will he/she collapse beneath society’s expectations and make a commitment (superstition, whole-heartedness and loyalty included)?  The money, time and sincere team support can be very draining.  Is it worth it when the season comes to an end (until next year)?  No pressure!

The Non-Fan Mentality
Acceptance, Agree to disagree, Attitude, Awkward, Bai, Bills, bills, bills, Brat, Candy, Captain Obvious, Car, Cheetos, Click, College, Come to Jesus, Control, Cost, Crap!, Diets, Food, Gas Card, Growth, Judge & Jury, Libra, Long Distance, Love, MiniMart, Mom, My bad!, Oops!, Paid, Parents, Play nice, Respect, Scorpio, Scrutiny, Silence, Snapple, Type B

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!