Fifties Here I Come!


I was born in the fifties. I am sure that I don’t remember anything from those early days. Yet when I think of good times on the beach and music, I tend to go back to those years.

What was it about it that excites me today? Maybe the innocence of people? Less struggles? More evenly balanced budgets? Pride in who we were then? Respect?

I don’t know but I wish I could go back and live as a teenager and forget about the years prior to this and the rap music of today.

Oh take me back to car hops and poodle skirts. Add a tall milkshake and a boy with Ricky Nelson’s face, and I will be in heaven.

The Childrens Museum of Indianapolis - Poodle ...

The Childrens Museum of Indianapolis – Poodle skirt –

Diabetes And Raccoons


A Raccoon at Cologne Zoo Français : Un Raton L...

80 degrees with too much humidity and I have been cleaning all day. Put my old work dress on. It is good for hot days and cleaning as long as I don’t have to answer the door.

I have been opening the house wider and wider. I am making sure Al doesn’t have to work too hard to get anywhere in here. I would consider ripping the carpet out of the living room and putting the new laminated wood floors but wow, Indiana is so darn cold in the winter. I am just going to wipe that idea under the rug. I think he is going to be too weak to push himself on carpet, so I will become the pusher woman.

I have not seen Al today. I didn’t receive any phone calls either. No word from his x-rays, so I am assuming they are very slow or no damage internally was done.

I think of him often when I am not with him. I will be doing something here that has nothing to do with him, and he will pop up in my mind.

I have  dusted, mopped and washed down the living room walls. When Al gets home I will have to start smoking outside. It will be hard for me but I can get used to it.  A lot of people I know smoke outside. Only the weather in the winter will be hard, but hey, maybe I will cut down so much from outdoor smoking, I will quit. I can hope.

I had a hummingbird feeder out last week and the stupid raccoons got a hold of it and busted it all to pieces. They drank the sugar-water too. Darn raccoons. I wish they would go live in other trees.

I bought a new one and filled it up and put it on a higher Shepherd’s hook. If they get this one down, I am going to ask them what their secret is for being able to jump so high.

I was talking to some friends on Facebook. I am really struggling with keeping my sugars at a good level. My doctor says my stress keeps my sugars higher. My friends told me that meat, veggies and little dairy are the main entrees. I feel like I don’t eat much the way it is. Most of this week I lived on cherry tomatoes and fresh strawberries. I eat meat. My problem is my cheating. I get sick of eating meat and veggies so I look elsewhere. I know this is wrong, but I can’t seem to get it under control. I have one slice of bread a day. I don’t eat potatoes, but I do eat a lot of cheese, including cottage cheese. I eat more eggs than I probably should, but they help keep my sugars down.

What am I supposed to eat? That sounds good, but what about all the other days and months moving forward?

Do any of you have struggles with your sugars? My doctor wanted to put me on insulin the last check-up, but I am scared. What if it goes to low?

Aside from cinnamon, which doesn’t work for me, what do you eat? What do you snack on when you just have to have something sweet?

My doctor appointment is coming up in June and I really want to get them lowered. I do fairly well during the day time. After supper I don’t take the same medications so it rises a lot higher. By morning this comes back down, but it shows my A1C test to be out of range.

Any ideas or suggestions, recipes that are common, I sure would appreciate. Thanks

Daily Prompt; Weaving The Threads


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http://dailypost.wordpress.com, DP, Daily  Prompt

Draft a post with three parts, each unrelated to the other,
but create a common thread between them by including the same item — an
object, a symbol, a place — in each part.

Photographers, show us SHARING.

Two people

Coming together

As one, no thought

As to the

Consequences

Now a child appears.

 

Get out of my life

You make me crazy

You worthless

Piece of crap

Why the hell

Were you ever born

I don’t love you

 

I sat in the shadows

Crying without

Known reasons

Two men

Approached me

They wanted from

Me what’s left

But a guardian

Angel was watching

Over me and I was

Saved and while

Going through counselling

I met my knight and

Shining Horse

And the rider

Bent down and

Kissed me

And now

I am loved.

Terry Shepherd

05/30/2013