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On the Other Hand
Why did you come a callin? PDF Print
Monday, February 04, 2013 11:13 AM

 

This is so not how this was supposed to be. I quit smoking and my lungs were supposed to clear and I was adding years to my life and getting sick less.

Reality? Coughing, coughing, coughing. I thought perhaps it was my lungs purging more than 30 years of cigarette smoke but I don’t think so.

Throat hurts. Chest hurts. Head hurts. Probably got a fever. Yuck!

Flu bug, why did you have to visit me?

It was inevitable. You can’t hide from it. It gets us all - eventually.

But I was supposed to get a free pass this year because I quit smoking. It’s not fair.

So now I have to get this written, share my misery with you and go to bed. Is it cold enough out there for ya? I love walking the dog and having my nostrils freeze together. I’m just lucky this one is almost as cold as I am because he doesn’t have much fur. Sadie could stick it out for a while with her triple coat.

I’m ready for the heat wave today and I won’t even mind a little snow. I’m hoping to sleep in a bit and wake up to a white wonderland. It will look lovely while I snivel and cough.

I wonder if Buckeye Chuck and Punxsutawney Phil will agree today. I think it would be cool to have my own ground hog and hold a party each Groundhog Day and let everyone come over and see if my little guys sees his shadow – or not. So which will it be? Six more weeks of winter or an early spring? I’ll tell you a secret. Groundhog Day is about six weeks from the first day of spring. Coincidence? I don’t know, you tell me.

It would still be neat to have my own groundhog.

I’ve have been sleeping better since I quit smoking and that’s no laughing matter. I appreciate sleep and there’s nothing better than good sleep.

Things are starting to taste better, too. I didn’t think things tasted bad before so this could get interesting – and dangerous. There’s this thing about quitting smoking: it’s really hard and you find yourself trying to replace it with something and it’s usually food. I think Popsicles may be my saving grace.

There is one thing I hope I don’t do after officially becoming an ex-smoker. That would be to get down on people who still smoke. If anyone knows how hard it is, I do. It was a big decision to put it out there in a column and let everyone know.

When smokers talk about it, it’s kind of like a club. We all know how it is. We all know how much they control us and when one of us tries to quit and doesn’t make it, well, we all know that it’s hard and it may take more than one try. When we see someone smoking who said they were going to try and quit, we feel their pain. There’s no judging. We’re bummed because we thought maybe if they could do it, we could too.

So remember that. Not necessarily for me but for all those trying to shake the nicotine monkey off their back.

Last Updated on Thursday, June 26, 2014 8:59 AM
 
A little budgeting doesn’t hurt too much PDF Print
Monday, January 28, 2013 10:51 AM

While going through drawers, I came across a ledger my mother had kept the household budget in for years. The first entry dates back to 1956. She meticulously recorded every household expense from groceries, to doctor visits, to repairs.

Some are amusing to read. My brother got stitches removed for $2 and some odd cents in one particular week’s entry. Another notes that my mother bought material to make my sister two pairs of pajamas for $1.26.

 
Weddings and politics PDF Print
Monday, January 21, 2013 11:14 AM

 

Inauguration is upon us again. Hope springs again with all the pageantry, parades and balls. Let’s all keep our fingers crossed for better times ahead.

I haven’t been writing much the past year. My youngest decided to have a “destination” wedding and it seemed like every moment away from work was spent worrying about that. (And trust me…the worrying made all the difference in the world.)

But I have been looking back on the comparisons between politics, elections, inaugurations and wedding plans and they have quite a lot in common.

Wedding: You get the call. “Mom I’m getting married!” So we put all our plans on hold…vacations, remodeling… A party has to be planned. The excitement is unbelievable. You can’t wait to spread the news.

Politics: The candidates are announced. Choices abound. We are excited to hear every word about what will be happening, who will do what and what the future holds.

Wedding: As soon you begin your wedding planning, the choices become tougher and you get confused and frustrated trying to make decisions. You just want to please everyone.

Politics: I got confused and irritated in trying to make my decision. It seems like all the candidates are out to please EVERYONE because that is the key to being elected.

Wedding: You look at your check book and think “Why are we paying this much for some chicken and potatoes..?”

Politics: I look at my check book and say “Why are we paying this much for chicken and potatoes.”

Wedding: The calls are seemingly endless to the caterer, the wedding planner, the hotel and DJ. I know they are tired of me asking a zillion questions that probably a thousand people have asked before. BUT I NEED ANSWERS.

Politics: I know they are tired of us asking a zillion questions. BUT I NEED ANSWERS.

Wedding: The final emails and calls are flying as the big wedding day approaches. I dread looking at my email and hearing the phone ring again, wondering who needs what or what needs to go where.

Politics: I dread looking in my mailbox and hearing the phone ring.

Wedding: The wedding day has come. Lots of love for my daughter and her new hubby! Lots of hope, lots of happiness! Can things get any better than seeing their bright future?

Politics: The big day has come. The choice has been made. We all look to catch a glimpse of that brighter future.

Day after wedding: Just relieved it is all over and hope to get back to life. It’s then you realize things haven’t really changed for Bob and I. We will get back to our work and our lives. We have faith that the man we have entrusted with our daughter’s future realizes what a treasure he has.

Politics: Just relieved it is all over and hoping for a change. May the man we have trusted with our future realize what a treasure he has.

 

Last Updated on Wednesday, February 27, 2013 3:19 PM
 
Picasso in my attic PDF Print
Monday, January 14, 2013 10:07 AM

 

I spend some time watching the pawn shows, pickers and Antiques Roadshow. I’m amazed at what people find in their attics, basements and forgotten corners of their homes.

I don’t think my home has any such corners and I pretty much know what we have and it isn’t making the cut on Antiques Roadshow any time soon.

I can’t help but make the list while I watch. Aunt Gertie’s antique broach she hasn’t worn since she played dress up? It’s now worth a cool $12,000. So sold.

 

Last Updated on Wednesday, February 27, 2013 3:20 PM
 
How I got my first deer PDF Print
Saturday, January 05, 2013 3:06 AM

So here is the story of how I got my first deer.

They say when you see a deer wait because there’s always at least one more. How true this proved to be for me the Saturday before Christmas.

I and my little family were on the way to Van Wert on Lincoln Highway just after dusk. We had Ringo in the car because we figured he could use an outing. He’s a very good traveler, often falling asleep halfway through the ride. He seems to enjoy coming with us so we take him whenever we can.

We were approaching the river bridge just east of Converse-Roselm Road and I saw it. A deer! Wait. There were more of them! Holy Cats! What am I supposed to do? They were all the way across the road. If I went left, I was hitting a deer. If I went right, I was hitting a deer. If I stayed the course forward, yup, you guessed it, I was hitting a deer.

 
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