Daily Archives: August 11, 2014

RIP MSA Warriors, GEOFF AITKEN AND WILLIAM JOHN TODD, MR. JAMIE MIDDLEBROOK AND ROBIN WILLIAMS

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Last week brought some good moments and yesterday and today brought sad moments. Two of my friends spouse and father passed away from MSA; the same disease that my brother had. I can’t help but be swept back to the last few days of Al’s life. What I try to do instead of being swallowed up in sadness is pour my heart and feelings out to the ones remaining as I know and remember how they are feeling now.

Another thing that happened today was a funeral for a well-known and very respected man from a city near me who died in the duty of being a fireman. I happened to flip the TV on and was seeing the ending of the funeral for him. I watched, not being able to tear myself away from that station as the salutes, last words, and all the people walked by the casket paying their last respect.

I did shed a few tears as I still remember very well sitting out in the cemetery hearing some of those same words.

http://www.southbendtribune.com/new-carlisle-firefighter-killed-in-late-night-blaze/article_08adcb06-1d57-11e4-b2ff-001a4bcf6878.html

Then tonight I learn of the death of my favorite actor, Robin Williams. I have two DVD’s of the same movie called Patch Adams. I absolutely love his acting, the gut of the story.

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He played in all types of movies, most were funny, some were serious, and others had deep thought to them. It didn’t matter what acting part he played as his role, I only saw his brilliance of what and what he represented.

Some movies he starred in were;

GOOD WILL HUNTING

PATCH ADAMS

THE BUTLER

POPEYE

FORREST GUMP

DEAD POETS SOCIETY

THE BIRDCAGE

just to name a few.

Robin Williams, you will be truly missed by many and I know I will never forget you. Today has reminded me that we do not know our last moment. We must work hard at making every day count. If you or I are in a position that is hard to bear, change it. If you are in a relationship where it doesn’t feel comfortable, get out. Get all of your eggs in a row, as we say here in my town. Be alert, be ready, and be happy with your life. RIP to my friends I have lost this week, Jamie Middlebrook, Mr. Fireman, Geoff Aitken, MSA and, William John Todd, MSA, and Robin Williams.

Just a Short Bitch Session, Yes, I am Entitled Once a Week

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Just a Short Bitch Session, Yes, I am Entitled Once a Week

No matter how many times I place my home and cell phone on the DO NOT CALL LIST, I realize day to day that it doesn’t work.

https://www.donotcall.gov/

Every day for the last few months I get at least two soliceter phone calls on my home phone and one on my cell. I just have come to the point, I check to see who called and if it is a non-recognizable number I don’t answer.hello

There are days…

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Just a Short Bitch Session, Yes, I am Entitled Once a Week

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No matter how many times I place my home and cell phone on the DO NOT CALL LIST, I realize day-to-day that it doesn’t work.

 

https://www.donotcall.gov/

 

Every day for the last few months I get at least two solicitor phone calls on my home phone and one on my cell. I just have come to the point, I check to see who called and if it is a non-recognizable number I don’t answer.hello

There are days though that I just want to scare the pants off these weirdos and muster up my very masculine voice and speak to them. I want to squish them like a bug.

Now I am not against anyone but one day and let me be honest, today was that day, that I received my second call. It is 2pm and I had just had it. I was too weak  to let the phone ring. I didn’t want to pick up the phone and slam it down. Instead I answered it in a foreign voice. I tried my best to make the caller believe I couldn’t understand English.

So the call went like this.

Hellooo

Hello, this is blah, blah, blah about your computer

Hellooo

Hellooo

I will only take a few of your moments

Hellooo

Then that ass had the nerve to mock me.

Hellooo

Hellooo, him

Hellooo

Hellooo, him

I wanted to reach through the phone and squeeze his voice box, for laughing and mocking me. If he only knew that I could understand every word he was saying; but instead I placed the phone on the cradle and walked away. Dirty sucker. I will get you the next time!

 

 

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New Wrinkles

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You wake up one day and realize you’re ten years older than you were the previous night. Beyond the initial shock, how does this development change your life plans?

 

I got up after a terrible night of restless sleep. I did my usual thing, going to the bathroom, a little tinkle, wash my face and hands, brush my hair. Wait, what’s this? I look deeper into the reflection staring back at me. Are there more  wrinkles?

Well of course there  are, I had them yesterday; but these look like craters. Did someone let the air out of my fat? I think they are deeper than ever. I turn and pick up my magnified mirror that I usually look at when I am looking for stray hairs or maybe pits of blackheads. I look at my entire face.

Yes, I look like the  woman in the moon. Forget the man in the moon, no man would have these laugh lines would they? I take my old stand-by bottle of lotion and pour a hefty amount into the palms of my hands.

I then slap it on my face like the guy on the Old Spice commercial. My eyes water as I think I did a little too firm  of the slap. I don’t feel that (aww) moment like the commercial. I curse myself for the power of my hands and begin to massage the lotion into my face.

Round and round I go, changing the shape of my eyes, cheeks and lips. Look ma, I can do tricks with my face. Think I should call the Ed Sullivan Show? The lotion disappears and I stand back and take another look.

Now all I see is a few smoother lines from where new wrinkles are beginning to appear; but other than that I have turned this face into a looking-glass. I go grab my shades and hurry and put them on , as the lights are bouncing off on my eyes. I do believe I see sparks.

Sitting down on the toilet seat, I jump immediately back up, realizing my butt had almost fallen through that big, dark hole from not closing the toilet lid, then sit back down. Sadly I look in my mirror again and to help myself become more depressed I start counting the deep lines. Ten more of them, ten long, deep earth worm-like creatures.

I can’t change them. I can’t Bewitch them away. I am going to have to look at these every time I look in the mirror. Well, I just won’t look in the mirror anymore. I don’t have to watch myself brush my hair or teeth.

But what about others? Won’t they notice? Of course they will. I could wear a mourning veil. This would help disguise my new face.  I am not going to cry, it may add salt to the injury so I have to slap that happy face back on and realize I can’t change everything in life, only some.

Standing back up, I put the mirror away, I turn the bathroom lights off, I walk out of the room. Mentally I am wondering how long it will be before I have to start using a cane. Will this disease of the wrinkles make its way down the rest of my body? Will my breasts begin to sag, will my skin over my knee-caps fold?

I brush away one tear that somehow managed to escape and walk to the coffee pot. Taking my cup I walk to my screened in back porch and have a seat on my lounge chair. I look out and hear the birds singing, see the nice green of my yard, and the flowers blooming. It then  hits me out of no where. Beauty is not skin deep, beauty is in the eyes of the beholder. People will look at me with shock at first, but because they are so nice they won’t ask questions. Life will continue on, and nothing has really changed.

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