Monthly Archives: November 2012

PRE-Black Friday Rumble Revisited

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I just received a call from my sister, Kris. My dad was with us Thanksgiving Day. He heard my story about the handbag rumble, which has now spiraled into this:

Not only did the woman attack me for the purse, but the cops had to drag her out of the store after she attacked me. According to my pop, she now resides in the local jailhouse. 

Pop has always embellished a little, but I guess I’ve always just ignored it. We have all heard of the snowball effect, this one started as a little gumball and is currently at boulder status. It is actually kind of funny, but……….

PRE-Black Friday Rumble

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I have a little story to tell:

I was in need of a new purse, most women understand that need. Guys, if you do not get it please don’t worry about it. It’s a woman thing! While at a local retail store today, not Black Friday, I reached for a purse from the back of a rack. As I am pulling the purse from the rack, a lady next to me grabs hold of the purse and  refuses to let go. She starts claiming she had it first and I need to let go.

When she realized I wasn’t letting go, she decided she’d try to jerk it out of  my hand. All this managed to do was land me flat on my tail! (What she didn’t realize was that I now had a good reason to press charges if I wanted to) At this point, I asked another customer to get an employee for me. The salesperson that came over, attempted to reason with the lady and helped me up, but my new best buddy continued to refuse to let the purse go. I kept my cool and never raised my voice to the lady. I have a very weak voice at times and I have never managed conflict well.

You see, we are not talking about an expensive  designer bag, just a  bigger cross-body purse for all of  my junk. I can no longer carry anything in my left hand and stay on my feet. It doesn’t take much to throw me off-balance. The cross-body bag allows me to carry my bag and doesn’t throw my balance off. Although I may prefer a certain brand of purse, I have to go with what works now.

Barry is a doll for helping carry my purse, when I need help. He doesn’t need to be walking around carrying my bag. I feel so bad every time I see him with it. That is the only reason I was out looking today. I own enough purses to be honest. I truly do not need something else to add to our closet.

As the woman continued to refuse to let go, the salesperson informed her that if we couldn’t resolve this issue ourselves, she’d have to call the local police. The police were called, they arrived and heard our story. They started talking to the other lady about letting the purse go. The minute she let go, I grabbed my buggy and headed for checkout. I was exhausted from the stress and aggravation of it all.

I have no clue what went on after I left, I was just glad to be out of the store with the object I went shopping for!

The Magic Door…….another “New” Barry moment…….I love that man……

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Okie Dokie, here goes…….While out running a few errands, we ended up at a local Jewelry store. An extremely nice,  older blonde salesperson was assisting us. She headed into a door into the back  of the store. A few seconds later, a very attractive, 20+ year younger lady emerged…….Barry looked at me and said ” Hurry, let’s get through that door, maybe it will work on us!”  A  few seconds later, the other salesperson re-emerged, bursting his bubble.

Would it not be wonderful if life were only that easy. He is just so cute with that filter-less head of his at times. Wouldn’t we all love to erase 20 years, by merely walking through a door? With everything we have been through since 2009, I’m not sure I’d want to erase any of the last  10 years. Of course, there are parts of it I’d love to forget, but I wouldn’t want to lose a moment.

In that period of time, along with the bad stuff, there have been several incredible changes in both of our lives. Barry and I met, we were getting to know one another, Barry proposed, we got married, we built our home, we started a successful business, I turned 40 and Barry turned 50 and we found our fabulous puppy dog (unfortunately, after losing another sweet dog).

If the past 20 years were gone, would any of that have happened? Back then, we’d both be newly divorced, or close to it and life was kinda miserable. We hadn’t found each other yet or at that time I’m not sure either of us was interested in another serious relationship.

Even though this post started with a ‘New” Barry moment, it really made me think about a few things. Even when life isn’t going so well, stop and think, “Would you really change a thing?” When all you appear to be getting out of life is lemons, take a closer look. Along with the bad, there is always something good.Don’t let the temptation get in your way, step back and take a look at the big picture. You might like what you see, more than you think…….

God has a plan for all of us, are you sure you want to mess with it?

Alert….Alert….Mom has lost her muffin…..

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We were up, getting ready to go to church. Mom calls me to the back. She is so distressed and doesn’t know what to do. I asked, “Mom, what is wrong?”  She proceeded to tell me that she got up,  took her medication she needs before breakfast and proceeded to get her breakfast ready. At the same time she started preparing for church. Well………when she got ready for her breakfast, it was no where to be found. She looked around for a few minutes and got a bowl out for cereal. She was so worried about where the muffin was, so Barry and I went on a muffin hunt in mom’s kitchen. Maggie thought we were nuts.  We told her just to focus on getting ready and not to worry. That muffin was NOT in her kitchen anywhere. I found it, after church in the clothes dryer. Maggie thoroughly enjoyed mom’s breakfast, for lunch.

I’m not even going to make an attempt to figure it out. After all, I lost my keys for a month once upon a time. A month later, when taking a pot roast out of the freezer, there they were. Safe and sound, frozen to the freezer. Oh well….I can’t say a thing to mom when I do the same thing at times………….

Death to Dustbunnies

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As usual, let me back up and explain a bit. Barry and I designed and helped build our home 6 years ago. The house is great, but since the changes in our health, upstairs has turned into a huge attic and home to our dust bunny collection. It has been over 2 years since the upstairs has been used on a daily basis. We moved the office downstairs, but my sewing machine and other crafty things, I can no longer use, are sitting collecting dust bunnies.

My mom decided today, that she could no longer let them inhabit the upstairs, so first thing this morning, she was armed herself with endust, vacuum and gloves and headed upstairs. I  haven’t heard such a racket in years. Sounded like a war was actually taking place upstairs. Mom survived. I just hope she doesn’t think she doesn’t think she moving anything up there……She has as much business going up and down stairs as Barry and I do…….

Backseat Betty……..Will I ever learn????

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I am totally aware that my mom is the worst backseat driver, yet I continue to allow her in the front seat when I am driving. We have had the talk about my need for quiet and focus while behind the wheel, then we get in the car and my mind goes blank with her beside me in the front. I truly appreciate her willingness to go out with me when I am not comfy going alone. She needs to get out of the house as much as I do and we both love to SHOP!

If I hadn’t had the shopping diversions this morning, I would have arrived home bald. Ok, my morning out with mom, here goes…..

Distraction number:

1. She started talking the minute she sat down in the car. I honestly believe that mom doesn’t know what quiet means.

2. All the chatter, got me distracted and I headed in the wrong direction 2 times, the third time  I headed the wrong way down a one-way street. She screeched so loud,  it’s a wonder any wildlife close-by didn’t come running. We were in no danger whatsoever,  she was reacting to the situation.

3. After 3 previous stops, mom insisted on going to 3 different grocery stores looking for the right pie shell. This is after I told her I was wearing out quick and needed to head home.

We had been out for over 3 hours, my stamina does good to last 2. I sat in the car while she went pie-shell hunting. Kind of reminded me of snipe hunting the first 2 stops. She was looking for something that wasn’t there.

4. Pie-shells acquired and we are headed home. Before we can get out of the parking lot comes screech number 2. Again there was no danger whatsoever. I was in the correct lane to turn, nothing was coming as I went to make a right turn. As I turned a minivan was getting in the line to make a right turn onto another highway. Out came the screech (louder than the first one), she scared me so bad that I jerked the steering wheel. It swerved us into some, thank goodness, empty parking places. If I had jerked just a little harder, I could have turned the car over. Can you imagine having to explain flipping your car in the Publix parking lot to the local police? Momma can drive anyone nuts in the car!” I need my sanity a few more years……….

I love and cherish my mother dearly. I will be there for her when she needs me as she has been for me, i just can’t handle her backseat driving, nor will I let her drive me anywhere. That is for a later post………

Zombie land or Medication Haze? Where am I?

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I haven’t felt right all week and then it hit me, it has to be the new drug I’m on. There is that period of adjustment you go through, when the drug is getting in your system and making things all crazy inside. The next day is usually a little better. Not this time, I have felt like the “walking dead” for a week now. My head feels all spacey, I do not respond to anything quickly, and it is like my emotions have disappeared, and I am living life in “slow-motion”. Really strange feeling. I called the doctor and there answer was, “give it time, your body will adjust”. It seems like my favorite word “TIME”, is creeping back into my life slowly.

I have always been incredibly sensitive to medications. I do not partake in alcohol consumption and I have never touched an illegal drug. Tylenol makes me sleepy and I turn into a comedian when drinking, so I avoid both. Just like peanuts, I’m allergic. The other is just not legal! I am a good southern girl, I have to keep my reputation clean.

So, my plan is to give the haze a few more daze……If the fog does not clear, I’ll call the doc……..

I feel like I need to write, but not sure what to say….I promise not to ramble….

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Birthday was totally awesome. As usual my husband is a total nut, but he made the day memorable…..I never cared much for birthdays, but they seem to be more important lately. I felt all giddy inside, silly……but  I did.

They (meaning one of my good doctors) have messed with my medications again, trying to improve my short term memory. The first drug threw me into an arrhythmia that had me in the ER. Found out it was an interaction with another drug causing the problem. Apparently doctors do not always check the meds you are on before prescribing drugs that do not play together well in your body.  It hasn’t totally straightened out yet, but is better. I am not sure why I feel the way I do, but it has to be related to change in medication. I am afraid I’ll ramble, let me just do this later…..