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Random 5 … Wednesday: Fans, Joy and Margaritas

I’ve been traveling a lot this month – and packing – so not much time for blogging these days. Here’s my Random 5 on a random day .. Wednesday! 🙂

1 Hubbs and I spent 3 hours in a Home Improvement Store recently. 3 Hours.  3 hours, picking out mirrors and door pulls, knobs and faucets. Somehow our marriage survived and as we unloaded stuff into his car we laughed when we realized we forgot some of the 60+ things on our list.  He ran back in with a (shortened) list while I waited in the car.  Unloading at our new-to-us house later we laughed again … it was then we realized there were still more things we’d forgotten. The excitement of new paint and faucets made the confusion worth it.

Hubbs changed a light bulb this week. He's my hero! :) google.images.com

Hubbs changed a light bulb this week. He’s my hero! 🙂 google.images.com

2 Last week’s travels took me to the Ann Arbor area; I remembered Hubbs’ H.S. friend lives there with his wife.  He and I met once, at their H.S. reunion, but I’d never met her. Somehow I knew we’d hit it off.  I knew we’d make a great connection – and we did.  We met for lunch and us two Geminis may have dominated the conversation.  🙂  So funny that our hubbies are both Virgos!    I continue to say YES to new experiences and new people; doing so has sparked great joy.   Cynthia, a dynamic and engaging Leadership Speaker/Trainer/Motivator/Searcher of Joy, also blogs – read her take on the experience here.

does this spark joy

3 Oldest boy is getting married in a month; I’ve been so consumed by work, travel, house stuff, sorting, packing, tossing, etc. that I haven’t had time to think about a dress.  Yesterday I knew it was time.  The journey through Department stores must have resembled the flight of the bumble bee but eventually I found a dress I loved.  My criteria are these: it must: 1) fit, 2) flatter, 3) move and 4) allow me to dance.  This one hit all four 🙂  The store was warm and it was a humid day and, after trying on 50+ dresses, I could feel myself start to heat up. Standing in line at the checkout counter I put my readers up on top of my head. When it came time to read my bill I found my readers had steamed up.  Welcome to Menopause – Nature’s way of telling you you’re hot, just not in the way you used to be!

I could live without heat but never this!

4. Speaking of hot, had to laugh at this memory:  in college I shared a house with several girls. I had a spot in the basement which was perfect for me because I worked two jobs and went to school full-time – I slept in 4 hour increments and that basement was cool and dark.  Ahh.  But this – this hung over the washer and dryer:

Hello!

Hello!

5   Last fall I had a small health scare (for more read Angel Kisses) so, this Spring, I did all the necessary follow-ups.  Well whatever they’d seen last fall was still there so new tests were ordered.  Except that the new test was not one I was willing to take ~ it involved an inject-able dye that I am highly allergic to.  Two – count ’em – two doctors tried to talk me into it.  Nope, not doing it.  “But we can give you steroids first to counteract any reaction you may have; the chances of a reaction are small..” Nope, not doing it, already had a reaction once, chances are I will again, find something else.  Finally a third doctor saw the logic in my thinking and agreed.  She ordered a biopsy which I did Monday.   Everything’s OK, thank God, but while lying on the table at the Cancer center (like that’s not daunting enough!!) I commented that we don’t need that pretty country scene to stare at … we need some hot men.  The nurses snorted when I suggested Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid but I think I’m on to something.

butch cassidy and the sundance kid

Later, after the procedure but before my last mamm-0-slam of the day (I’d already had about 10) they offered me a warm blanket.  I suggested they offer Margaritas instead.  Skip the “Serenity Now” pictures and bland coffee, when we’re getting our girls pinched, squeezed, and needled, we’d appreciate a little visual pleasure and some liquid courage, thankyouverymuch.

Strawberry or Lime? Your choice, girls!

Strawberry or Lime? Your choice, girls!

So that’s been my last couplea weeks.  Crazy, busy, hair-on-fire most weeks but still going 🙂

** Happy Father’s Day to all the Dads this weekend!

Happy Father’s Day to Hubbs – a Dad who can take all the teasing 2 boys can dish out … A Dad that a 5-year-old boy loved long before his Mom had courage to, a Dad who welcomed another son 2 years later but gave them both the same last name. A Dad who learned the hard way that brothers can be taken from us so we should treasure them while we can.  He’s a Dad who taught them to love and respect their Mom and to “find a girl who reads.”   He’s the Dad who cried before I did as we picked out songs for oldest boy’s wedding next month.  To quote him “Touch my boys & I’ll kill ya.”  You can see why they nicknamed him “Clint.”

boys & dad

~ the Bear and his cubs~ An Emjayandthem(C) photo

 

 

 

 

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Margins, people and porcupines

I stunned a co-worker when I explained how I’d rid myself of the rat.  See, after he was pushed out of left the company, he tried to get back in.  He tried, more than once, to exert whatever authority he’d once had to weasel his way back. He tried but he failed.

Listening intently my friend asked, “Well how did you do it? What did you say?”

I simply shared that I had been honest and direct with no wiggle room for misinterpretation: I told the rat I didn’t want a relationship. With him. Then. Silence.

“You what?” my friend asked. “You heard that right. That’s what I said.”

Of course, being the narcissist that he is, the rat turned the table on me and became the victim. That’s what Narcissists do.  Whatever. ~Yawn~.

You see, with certain people you cannot beat around the bush. As hard as may be to do you can’t be subtle. You will fail.  You have to spell things out c-l-e-a-r-l-y so there’s no room for Wiley Coyotes to belly crawl back in.

Using the margins analogy, I referenced the wired ruler books we all used to carry in grade school. The center part, where the lines are, is where our work, family and obligations live. The margins represent our free time, our weekends, where dreams live.  When my margins shrink I get very discerning about who takes up space there.

I used this example recently when someone recounted all of the past hurts another had caused her, over and over again. I heard the anguish in her voice, the frustration, the pain.  Now I don’t know about you but when I rehash past traumas I rarely feel better; often, I feel worse.   So I countered with how stepping away from toxic people has helped me heal. It didn’t change them, no, they’re as ornery as ever.  But being absent from their negativity has changed me.  It was in sharing my growth that I thought to give her this advice:

don't pet the porcupine

Now this little guy, Teddy Bear, is so cute eating (and commenting on) his treat. But I know better than to pet him.

You?

 

 

Whose personality comes to mind as you read this?  How are your margins looking these days?   What would you like to make room for?

*Thanks to DM for the margins reference. Love it!

 

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