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My Past Two Weeks....

I have had an interesting two weeks. On Friday March 18th I had to eat nuclear eggs. Don't ask, okay yes they were gross but only because they were powdered eggs that were cold and runny. I still have the emesis bag they gave me for "just in case." It is handy for the bedside table and no I am NOT pregnant with morning sickness thank you very much.
On the same day I started having a sore throat. I thought it might be from something with the eggs or the dry hospital air. I was hoping it wasn't an overactive imagination related to the idea of the runny nuclear eggs. The sore throat was better(I thought)on Saturday, decided it must have been dry air or allergy something. By Sunday the sore throat was getting worse again but still thought it was allergy something. On Monday I felt like I had been gargling battery acid. Tuesday I realized I had a cold. I was not happy because my birthday was Saturday and I had plans. I hoped for the best.
By Thursday I realized had been an optimistic fool, who was craving Chinese food like crazy. Due to the fact that I had been running fever to the point of soaking my clothes, sheets, blankets and etc. Along with having serious chills I began to fear that I had the flu. I'd had my flu shot though. I was beginning to feel gypped by the Public Health Officials who had attempted to predict what flu viruses would be the most prevalent for this year. Then I remembered that getting the shot had saved me from being lectured by my mother many times and the lecture that was surely coming if I did indeed have the flu. I felt less gypped and was glad that I had gotten the shot even if I was one sick puppy.
On Monday, the 28th of March I acknowledged to myself that there were worse things than the flu but at that moment I thought that the flu was bad enough. I was trying to be optimistic again because I was supposed to be going to Oaklawn on April 2nd with members of my graduating class. Woo hoo classes of 1975 from Mount St. Mary and Catholic High School.
On Wednesday March 30th I realized that I was being overly optimistic again, I canceled our ride to Oaklawn with my friend Dee, who had most graciously offered to take Stephanie and I, he continued to be very sweet saying that if I woke up feeling okay Saturday morning I could still have them pick us up. Dee is way too kind. I hope he had a great time and won money at the races. I just couldn't sniffle and cough in a car with he and his lovely wife for a trip to Hot Springs and back. That would have been tacky and as everyone knows there is nothing tackier than being tacky.
By Friday, April Fool's Day I realized that even though I was still sniffling and coughing that my chest was not on fire, my episodes of fever were gone and decided that I could at least do my birthday celebration with Stephanie and our Zyoh her daughter. I anticipated having some fun. Friday afternoon I went to the grocery store. I should not have done that but at least did not have a relapse. I also learned that even with a small, personally owned "handi-cart" that despite claims to the contrary getting groceries into the house with a walker can be a challenge but I had some Canada Dry that I was hell bent to get into the house. From now on I will wait to get soda into the house with Zyoh's help. I can wait until she can help me get it into the house. Another lesson to add to life lesson's for Ardee Eichelmann that will be promptly forgotten when I decide to be hardheaded again, which could be as soon as tomorrow.
Saturday arrived. It was a beautiful day. I was so very happy for all of my compadres who were going to be at Oaklawn. I was also excited because I was planning to have a super wonderful day. I was NOT disappointed.
Stephanie went and got Zyoh. For my birthday we got a 32" flat screen television. Zyoh set it up. I promptly watched Potatoe by the Flameing Daeth Fearies on You Tube. Stephanie was not as excited about that as I was and told me that I could not play YouTube full blast at three in the morning. I began to wish that I'd had a smart TV when we lived in our somewhat secluded little cottage although I am sure that Stephanie would have put the same limitation on my listening enjoyment. LOL! To my excitement I can even operate the new television and we have a GREAT picture. To those who don't know, we were still watching an old analog television until we moved on January 25th of this year. Not only was it an analog television but it was one that my son was going to throw away in around 2003 because it didn't work right. It served us well. We had a small flat screen television that we put in the living room when we moved. That television is now in my room just in case I should decide to watch television in bed. However, in the name of full disclosure to let you know how much television I watch I had gone to watch a basketball game on the small analog portable TV in my room recently and attempted to make the picture clearer my messing with the built on "rabbit ears." Sigh, I am just not a techie nor do I watch television much but I do think that by having Netflix, Pandora and YouTube available in the living room available in the living room that might change a little bit. Do not remind me that I am still way behind the curve with relation to updated electronics, just let me be excited about my new toy.
Speaking of new toys I also got an electric wine cork remover. Yes, I know, still behind the times but this means that I might, note the world MIGHT, be able to remove wine corks on my own. Now in the matter of full disclosure again, let me say that I still prefer Boone's Farm Strawberry Hill, my palate has not matured since high school however, I have a friend who sent me a case of some very fancy shmancy wine that cost more than I spend on groceries in four months. How do I know how much it cost, I looked it up online because of course, it came with a gift receipt. Yes, I am bad but since I own a $100 dollar bottle of wine and have not purchased $100 dollars worth of wine in the past 30 years I wish that I could sell my wine on Craigslist. Instead I am drinking it, enjoying it and wishing I had a more sophisticated wine palate, however I do know that one does not refrigerate red wine AND I was able to pick out the notes in the first bottle of red wine that I opened. I know this because I went and read the reviews for the wine, so I am not a totally lost cause. Oh, one last comment about the electric wine cork remover. I promptly noted that it looked like a light saber and started to play with it at which point it was taken away from me. I was shown how to use it, like I will remember but I do have an instruction manual that I will promptly lose and it was then taken to be charged up. I would rather use it as a light saber but I can still do so when no one is looking. Bwa, ha, ha!!!
After the light saber debacle I opened my birthday card at which point I arrived on the BESTEST part of my birthday present. It was a gift certificate to get my nose repierced. Woo hoo! I am a 59 year old grandmother with a buzz cut, a tattoo(I will gratefully accept gift certificates for additional tattoos and body piercings)and NOW I was going to get my nose pierced again. WOWZER!!!! Naturally I was ready to go get my nose pierced. Who cares that I am still blowing my nose all day long? If you can't handle a little pain so that you can have your nose pierced well, then really, just have a plain looking nose. Be my guest!
We arrived at the Psychedelic Butterfly on South University, owned by Chris Santa Cruz of the world famous Santa Cruz brothers, to get my nose pierced. Yes, I toddled up to get my nose pierced with my walker. I may be 59 and use a walker but by golly I have my nose pierced again. There is a whole story about having to convince the body piercing staff to pierce my nose the way I wanted it done but I had Zyoh to help me translate what I wanted in the language these young women fully understood(Damn, I might be getting old)plus the owner Chris Santa Cruz came through at the opportune moment and the young lady took the moment to try to convince us that they could not do a piercing like I wanted but he told them yes they could but it was $5 dollars more. I refrained from smirking at them. Zyoh, of course, was willing to pay the premium price for the nose piercing and we went to have the deed done but only after being told by the young lady signing me in that I was lucky that the regular body piercer was out sick yesterday because she would NOT have done the kind of nose piercing that I wanted but the young lady who was working had no problem doing it. Woo hoo!!! I have my nose pierced my way and since this is the era of phones that have cameras in them and Facebook my nose piercing has been documented for posterity and posting on Facebook, Twitter and my blog. Would you expect any less? No, of course, not!!!
After I proudly exited the tattoo parlor with my newly pierced nose behind my zippy little walker we went to get the Chinese food that I had been craving. Now, I realize not everything I am going to mention is truly Chinese food and it certainly is not authentic Chinese food but it is what I wanted. I ate sushi like crazy, I can never get enough sushi, I also had some kim chee that was so good I thought mistakenly that it was homemade, not to mention Sesame Chicken and Spicy Chicken. The buffet was on its A++++ game yesterday and the Spicy Chicken literally melted in my mouth. OMG I was a very happy little girl. BTW, the fresh jalapenos in the Spicy Chicken(like I said not authentic)and the Sriracha sauce made my nose really run and I was a little less cavalier about blowing my nose with a freshly pierced nose especially on the rough paper towels in the ladies room but like I said, if you can't handle a little pain you don't need to have your nose pierced anyway. Of course, that is just me.
Now, on to the pictures of my new nose ring and the nose piercing experience. WOOT!!! I had an awesome day even if I did miss the outing at Oaklawn, which according the reports of my friends, was a blast but I am preparing for next year because as you know I am an eternal optimist. Oh, one last thing about the pictures do not attempt to count the wrinkles, smile lines, chins, crow's feet or gray hairs. It will be in vain just remember that I am very proud of all of them. I have earned those bad boys and wear them like badges of honor just like I do my new nose ring. I am my own little somebody and I love every single minute of it.
No, I did not proofread this post and in the name of even more vanity I was listening to The Boss' channel on Spotify. Now you are fully informed or bored to death, take your pick. Oh yes, I am also doing laundry and cooking dinner too. LOL!

Skeeter Skeet ~ A Tribute To My Mother...

When I was a kid, as in less than four years old, I saw a movie called "The Big Circus." In it was a clown named Skeeter Skeet. I developed some kind of obsession about Skeeter Skeet and was so in love with that clown even though the clown doll I had terrifed me. Go figure! Anyway, because I just loved, loved, loved Skeeter Skeet my mom did a "paint by number" clown picture to hang on my wall. I, of course, called that clown Skeeter Skeet. I don't remember how many years Skeeter Skeet was hung on my walls growing up but it was for many years, probably until I discovered 16 Magazine, The Beatles, The Monkees, The Cowsills(John Cowsill, dreamy)and such. That would have been around age nine or ten.

It wasn't until I was a teenager that I asked mom where the name Skeeter Skeet came from and that I found out he had been a character in a movie that we had seen. At that point I became obsessed with finding out what the name of the movie was as my mom did not remember.

For years I watched and looked for circus movies to no avail. Remember this was in the days before Google. It also turns out that the character's name was only "Skeeter," who cares to me he will always be Skeeter Skeet but my story is not yet finished.

Finally one day there was a movie on cable called "The Big Circus." I was able to watch and record it. To my everlasting delight IT was THE movie with Skeeter Skeet who by the way was played by Peter Lorre one of my favorite character actors. I was and remain very, very excited.

My mom somehow ended up with Skeeter Skeet in her possession(I probably left him behind when I moved out)but gave the painting to me when she gifted me with a box of goodies from my childhood including photographs. Skeeter Skeet ended up in a drawer and stayed there until we moved. Since we have landed in our new apartment he now hangs above my computer desk and I get to see him every day.

My mom did a great job of painting Skeeter Skeet. I cannot imagine how she got all of the many features painted when she was a young wife and mother taking care of two little girls. That had to have been a lot of work and required a great deal of patience. I have long appreciated the effort she made to paint Skeeter Skeet for me and the painting has always had a very, very special place in my life and heart. You must understand that I totally flunked out on paint by numbers, my mom is not at ALL crafty and so this was a SERIOUS labor of love. I will never forget that.(imagine little heart emoticon in this space)

I have included a photograph of Skeeter Skeet. It is a little blurry because my hand keeps shaking when I go to take the pic. Maybe someday I will get a photo that does justice to all of the work that my mom did to paint this beloved clown picture for me. Thanks again mom! I love and appreciate you.


I get it...I hope you understand that...

What a day!

More fodder for the book, tense moments, Zyoh's little dog died in the middle of the night and here I am needing to go to sleep and yet not feeling sleepy. My heart hurts. Zyoh was crying so hard. She felt like she had let her little dog down when she had been taking him to the vet, including a specialist in an effort to find out what was wrong with him and get him well. It was so very heartbreaking.

I gave Life a stern talking to on Facebook but I doubt it will do any good. Life does what life will do whether we like it or not. Just like anybody else, Life has its own ideas about things.

Sometimes I just wonder. Someone said that I overthink things. Maybe I do but things need to be thought about and that is just that.

It is what it is.


I just felt like listening to sad songs...

I just felt like listening to sad songs...

Annoying but relevent...

This is my theme song. It is annoying but relevent. Love the message!

This has been one hell of a crazy ride! I am not sure which end is up. I will be glad when I have a clue about what is going on. Ambiguity is so hard on my heart.

I forgot...

that outer space is actually one vast sucking vacuum. The stars are so lovely and inviting but they don't tell the whole story. There is so much more to the Universe. You can't forget the black holes and worm holes among other thngs.


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