Tuesday, February 28, 2012
February 28, 2012
6:46 PM | 
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Veronica |
My 365...
Cheerio!
More like Cheerios, my new breakfast of choice. How strange is that? I have never been anything other than a "Bran" cereal person. I woke this morning to discover that the Bran box was empty...thank you Casey...but there were plenty of Cheerios. Not bad actually. A bowl of Cheerios with a sliced banana and a warm cup of breakfast blend tea...delightful. Heart Healthy too I hear, which is good for my persnickety old heart.
How strange it is for me to say "persnickety old heart" when I am only 29? Well, I have been 29 for 21 years now, but who's counting? Not I. *grin*
I was filling out a web form this morning, and it came to age. Usually the categories list the ages with a "50 - 64" thrown in there, and although I LOVE being 50, I hate being thrust into the "almost retirement age" category of anything. I am not ever going to retire! "Take that back!"
In this particular web form, the categories listed as a gentle "46 - 54"....awwww thank you. Much better to be in the "46 - 54" age group since I do have the youthful spirit of a "29 and holding" year old. Rawrrr.....
They are only numbers.
Granted, I am enjoying safe breakfast choices, do not smoke or drink (a little wine once or twice a month does not constitute as "drinking" especially since the wine I do drink once or twice a month is "light" wine), but I have become my mother in the medication department.
I used to tease her mercilessly that she had become a "walking pharmacy" thanks to her battle with the beast that is RA. Now it is I fighting that battle with just as many if not more medications, and a weekly injection thrown in for good measure. I even have one of those nifty weekly "Mon, Tues, Wed, Thurs, Fri, Sat, Sun"...medication boxes. Ahhh...it is the little things that bring such joy. :)
Oh dear God, Veronica is talking to herself?
No silly...I was talking to my mom. She is heaven now, but she still listens to everything I have to say.
So there you have it, the random rantings of a woman in the gentle "46 - 54!"
Mother to many, grandmother to one.
Yes, I used to wear skinny jeans...and cowboy boots too! Sure, I had to lay flat on the bed to put them on, and zip them up using a coat hanger...but they looked fabulous! Can I get an "Amen Sistah!" :)
My photos of the day...
A single bloom coming out of the fallen leaves...
The crocuses are blooming. Or would that be "croci?"
Still some snow in the hills.
Cinnamon candy.
"No mama, have not seen them anywhere."
Music I am listening to today...Brooke Fraser
Random Link of the Day...Temporal Distortion
Until next time..."There is no room in my heart for hate. If that means there is no room in my heart for you...I am sorry."
Peace.
Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ Love,
Cheerio!
More like Cheerios, my new breakfast of choice. How strange is that? I have never been anything other than a "Bran" cereal person. I woke this morning to discover that the Bran box was empty...thank you Casey...but there were plenty of Cheerios. Not bad actually. A bowl of Cheerios with a sliced banana and a warm cup of breakfast blend tea...delightful. Heart Healthy too I hear, which is good for my persnickety old heart.
How strange it is for me to say "persnickety old heart" when I am only 29? Well, I have been 29 for 21 years now, but who's counting? Not I. *grin*
I was filling out a web form this morning, and it came to age. Usually the categories list the ages with a "50 - 64" thrown in there, and although I LOVE being 50, I hate being thrust into the "almost retirement age" category of anything. I am not ever going to retire! "Take that back!"
In this particular web form, the categories listed as a gentle "46 - 54"....awwww thank you. Much better to be in the "46 - 54" age group since I do have the youthful spirit of a "29 and holding" year old. Rawrrr.....
They are only numbers.
Granted, I am enjoying safe breakfast choices, do not smoke or drink (a little wine once or twice a month does not constitute as "drinking" especially since the wine I do drink once or twice a month is "light" wine), but I have become my mother in the medication department.
I used to tease her mercilessly that she had become a "walking pharmacy" thanks to her battle with the beast that is RA. Now it is I fighting that battle with just as many if not more medications, and a weekly injection thrown in for good measure. I even have one of those nifty weekly "Mon, Tues, Wed, Thurs, Fri, Sat, Sun"...medication boxes. Ahhh...it is the little things that bring such joy. :)
"I have taken over the battle for us mom. And guess what? I am winning!"
"I have even started to make those silly faces every time I take my meds in the morning. I call it the 'silly mom' face. When I catch myself doing it, it makes me smile remembering you doing the same thing."
"I saw a quote today that reminded me of you mom. It read...."
Dear Mom, Yes I am wearing skinny jeans. If I can't get them off...neither can the rapist!
Love, Your Daughter
"How brilliant is that? I know you hated my tight jeans, but now you know...they kept me safe."
...lol
"I miss you mom."
"Thanks for making me brave."
Oh dear God, Veronica is talking to herself?
No silly...I was talking to my mom. She is heaven now, but she still listens to everything I have to say.
So there you have it, the random rantings of a woman in the gentle "46 - 54!"
Mother to many, grandmother to one.
Yes, I used to wear skinny jeans...and cowboy boots too! Sure, I had to lay flat on the bed to put them on, and zip them up using a coat hanger...but they looked fabulous! Can I get an "Amen Sistah!" :)
My photos of the day...
A single bloom coming out of the fallen leaves...
***Doggy Daily***
"Dozer, have you seen my glasses?"
Random Link of the Day...Temporal Distortion
Until next time..."There is no room in my heart for hate. If that means there is no room in my heart for you...I am sorry."
Peace.
Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ Love,
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1 comments:
I love the thought on the skinny jeans...too funny. You do, indeed, have a point!
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