Off to a Fresh Start

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Late May. When I was a little girl I’d check my grandmother’s mulberry tree every week, because when the mulberries were ripe it was time for school to end and summer to start. Living in the middle of nowhere, I didn’t really want school to end – that was where I saw my friends! But summer was nice because Mom would take me to the library every two weeks and I’d get all the books I could carry. Then I’d throw a quilt in the yard and read while getting a tan, or carry my book along the creek on my grandparents’ farm until I found the perfect spot to curl up and read for a few hours.

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 John has started taking his grades more seriously (or so he says) and so for his AP World History Exam I offered the use of my lucky pencil. This #2 pencil, only two inches long now, with an extra eraser replacing the one worn out decades ago, was last sharpened with a pocket knife. A pencil sharpener takes too much off. I used it for every important test in high school; for my PSAT, SAT, and ACT; and for all my important exams in college.  My GPA in high school was greater than 4.0, and my GPA in college was 3.5. I trust the pencil. He thinks he aced the World History exam, so we’ll see.

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I got together with a group of old friends for dinner the other night. It was larger than the usual crowd, and some didn’t instantly know each other. But we were all nurses. And if you’ve been a nurse ten years or more in the same city you’ve probably worked together. At worst you have one nurse friend you’ve both worked with. It’s like seven degrees of Kevin Bacon, but you only need two degrees. Seriously, try it out.  I caught up on all the gossip in our city’s entire medical community that night.

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Orphan Black fans – please give me your input. I’m several episodes behind because of my son’s busy social schedule, but I’m not loving the male clones. I think to try to find any actor to do what Tatiana Maslany has done with her creation of the various clone characters is just a bar set way too high. All the male clones look alike, sound alike, move the same way, have the same mannerisms – and they’re all asshats. Tatiana gave us clones we could all identify with simply a close-up shot of the mouth. Clones we love, clones we hate, and clones who may live next door! I hope this fabulous BBC show hasn’t jumped the shark this quickly.

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OK, first I discovered Jamberry nails, which everyone else has been wearing for years (Facebook party in June, peeps!), and now I’m learning about Scentsy. I really should have learned about this one sooner because I adore scented candles, and if I’m not using them my house smells way doggy. But I forget to blow them out. So Michael is like the candle police, blowing out candles whenever he sees them burning, even if I’ve just lit them. He’s always afraid the dogs are going to catch their tales on fire, which is a reasonable concern.

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The big excitement this week? Gwennie Bee. I’d seen their stuff on a couple of blogs, but I really hadn’t thought about using the service. I have pajamas, and I have a couple of pairs of yoga pants and some sweatshirts and T shirts that fit. I have one cotton maxi-dress from Old Navy I bought years ago with a navy cardigan. That and the 3/4 sleeve knee-length black dress that will fit if I wear spanx and take a diuretic are fine. Usually. But there’s a family wedding coming up, and my niece has asked me to be a reader at the wedding. I’m super-excited, and I want to look good.  But with no money and a gastric banding in my near future shopping was just not an option. 30-day free trial of Gwennie Bee to the rescue! I will post pictures, but let’s just say getting beautiful, comfortable, and figure-flattering dresses for the rehearsal and wedding was a no-brainer. This service would be perfect for someone who has to dress up on a regular basis, but is losing weight, so doesn’t want to buy expensive pieces. (I’m listed as Angie Ballard if you’d like to tell them who referred you!)

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I saved the best for last. Our EHT arrived yesterday!! Michael and I both need to take 2-3 memory tests before we start taking it, but the people who paid extra to get overnight shipping are already raving about their results.  An anti-aging product for the brain – so exciting! I’ll keep you posted :) Feel free to contact me if you have questions or want to hear about less expensive pricing options.

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Throwback Thursday in May

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May 1988.  Graduating from the University of Kentucky with a Bachelor of Science in Nursing. With Distinction (GPA 3.5) which earned me a white cord on my black gown. Black mortarboard set horizontal on my head, with a black tassel. I’m not sure that it even had the year of my graduation on it like my high school graduation tassel did. I can’t find a picture!

And this is actually the corrected version of my diploma, since they misspelled my maiden name on the original.  And then had the audacity to charge me extra to print a corrected version! After all the money I . . . oh, wait, I had scholarships to pay for everything for college. Well, don’t ask me for any money! Anyway, May is about college graduations and weddings.

My brave niece, Emily, is graduating one weekend this May and getting married the next. Obviously she’s very laid-back. If a Type-A like me tried that you’d end up with a sobbing non-grad and a bald-headed bride.

I adore weddings. Traditional weddings, non-traditional weddings, I love the whole concept. I enjoy looking at dresses, flowers, centerpieces, cakes, and especially all the tiny details that make it special for that particular bride and groom. I could browse Pinterest wedding boards all. day. long.

But graduations are another thing. They annoy me to no end. Why? Because unless you are receiving a degree in basket-weaving from the University of Pixiedust (mascot: Unicorns) it is a serious academic ceremony and should be treated as such. The Inter-Collegiate Code of Dress for the Unites States is fairly straightforward for Bachelor’s degrees. Long gown (closed) with matching mortarboard (undecorated). The only sashes, cords, or pins allowed to be worn are those earned through academic merit. I noticed a tasteless trend last year and failed to comment on it in my annual graduation rant, but it’s evidently a common occurrence now.  If you want to pledge your undying allegiance to a Greek organization or send a positive or negative message of some sort to the masses kindly do it on a T-shirt under your academic attire. Or tattoo it on your forehead if you feel that strongly.  I don’t care. Just try not to upstage the people who have actual academic achievements to display after their four (or more) years of hard work.

As far as weddings go, paint every surface Tiffany blue and drape it in diamonds or get married naked on horseback. It’s your day – make of it what you like. But graduations are for all those attending. Drunken family members screaming when your name is called is tacky. Smuggling alcohol into an early afternoon graduation was a new one for me this year, too. Seriously – I’ve never heard of that until this year. And it wasn’t a student. I will keep saying this year after year until my great-grandchildren graduate (hopefully).

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Some Days I Really Shouldn’t Get Out of Bed

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Yesterday I got up and moving earlier than usual. I had a list of small tasks to accomplish, and I really wanted to finish everything on my to-do list for the first time in weeks. Trust me, it wasn’t a huge goal. But everything I touched turned to shit.

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 Every phone call I made put me in touch with completely unreasonable people who seemed determined to make my life more difficult. And to make it worse I had to call them all on my barely functional landline. My phone has lost its mind and every day has a new and different problem. Yesterday everything worked on the phone except . . . the phone. So I was answering calls on my iPad. Nothing more professional than trying to take an order for Nerium with a dog howling into your customer’s ear.

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My computer’s acting wonky, too, so this will be a short post. Just a rant, really. Short lawyer rant: I think lawyers should be sworn in before any legal proceedings. They swear in everyone else, but apparently it’s just fine for your own lawyer to spout a big, huge, pants-on-fire lie to start off the proceedings. It wasn’t about anything important, but still!

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My dogs even got into the spirit of things. I don’t know who these dogs think they belong to, but it’s certainly someone more prestigious than us. Sam now considers it beneath her to do her own grooming. She’s a chocolate lab, and she’s not fat or old, so there’s no reason for this. And apparently she wants a professional, because when I try to brush her out I have to follow her around the house, taking swipes when I can get them. And Boss only wants to eat people food. I put dog food in front of him and he looks up at me disdainfully, as if to say, “This is not what I ordered.” Then he refused to snuggle with me all afternoon, which I guess is the dog version of not leaving a tip.

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 Thankfully, my insurance company finally approved the non-hormone hot-flash medication my doctor prescribed. (Brisdelle if anyone else out there is suffering and can’t take hormones because of a family history of breast cancer). Downside? The thirty-day supply comes in packaging that’s just as complicated as the 7-day samples. There are six steps and both hands are required. You have to lift the adhesive lid, press in spot A with your left thumb while simultaneously squeezing and pulling with right thumb and index fingers at point B. Pull out as far as it will go, flip open, and push delicate capsule through thick foil on back of blister-packaging without damaging the capsule and letting the powder inside get out. I propose that whatever young man designed this packaging be locked in a room with two peri-menopausal women for about fifteen minutes. That’s all it would take. Two women. Fifteen minutes.

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There’s also an upside to stress-induced short-term memory loss. Unless something I ordered arrives the next day I forget I’ve ordered it. Then it arrives and I’m so surprised, because it’s something I really needed and I got a great deal on it. Except, of course, for the package FedEx left on the porch yesterday. It’s something I didn’t order, was still charged for, and cannot get a refund for unless I ship it back at my own cost. Then they’ll refund my money (minus shipping and a 10% re-stocking fee) within 7-10 business days. And of course it’s a pricey item that was not in our budget and has now screwed up our bank account.

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I actually do have one tidbit of good news to pass along. John will be playing quads in the Fall for marching band!! He’s over the moon! In case you have no idea what I’m talking about, the drums look like this
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and very heavy, and are also known as tenors. They are hard to play, but probably the most fun of all the drum line instruments to watch (I think). And yes, that’s Aaron playing them at Morehead, back when he had more hair than he does now, but a lot less than during his high school days when he preferred the ungroomed goldendoodle look.

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