New Year’s Resolutions for Real Life

Hi there!

I’m done with Monday work and counting down the days to Friday and being off.

I noticed several people on IG posting their “body resolution goals” for next year ie… I’m gonna get rid of my pouch (really judgmental term for a part of your body that performs vital functions) or tone by legs (legs really help me walk and go up and down stairs) or tame the “beast” (referring to the largest muscle in our body that keeps us upright).

This line of thinking is just DUMB.

Want to know my two resolutions??

I will practice being kind to my co workers and clients-I do like to help people and I still need my job so I think this is vital.

I will practice being kind to family and friends. These are important relationships and I love these people. It’s been hard to be kind because the last two years I’ve been in terrible chronic pain. Pain really affects my ability to walk, sleep, think, interact, or any desire for anything else. It’s debilitating, so when I say I need to be kind-I am trying real hard.

These are my two resolutions and I will make mistakes and that is ok because I am a human being.

The Long Week

So tomorrow I go back to work. I’ve had the last four days off. The storm is coming….

Several therapists-co workers are off this week, both our psychiatrists, three of our directors, and several mentor staff…

Tomorrow morning I have a process group with perhaps 30 people. It’s less than ideal but many people are on PTO.

I am just taking the attitude that I can only do my best and then…

It’s only four days (I have Friday off) and what I can’t do-does not matter.

Frodo eventually returned the ring to the fires of Mordor. I can get through four days.

Sugar sweet and Low Down

Hi friends!

Boy it’s been a crazy year-that’s all I can say. Work has been difficult and I’m battling loneliness with all the covid restrictions. I go to work but half the time my clients hate me so it’s not a solution for loneliness.

Something else happened:

I got labs (blood work) back from my naturopath that treats my autoimmune disease. He said my antibodies for Hashimotos look real good-that I almost look in remission (of course that doesn’t change my hair loss-weirdly enough). But he added that my blood sugar and insulin are super high and my cortisol is in the opposite direction it should be.

He asked if I was stressed.

No shit Sherlock. I am always stressed.

So now I can’t eat potatoes, rice, corn, carrots, NO CHEETOS and basically no sugar or simple carbs (just to make 2020 more fun).

I haven’t had ANY of this since Wednesday. I almost fall asleep at 5pm.

Does this mean I’m withdrawing from sugar?? Asking for a friend that obviously can eat whatever he wants.

Halloween Makeup Fun

Now that Halloween is over, I can share with you all the Halloween makeup looks I tried this week. I didn’t have a costume but instead tried to do several different eye make up looks. Remember I am not a trained makeup artist so I think I did pretty good!

My first one was a spider! I might even use the colors in my regular day because I think it complements my eye color.

My second one was just black and orange. Typically orange is not a good color on me but it turned out ok.

My third look is a more cartoon witchy color with purple, orange, and black.

By the fourth day I am super tired of orange. It’s just not me! 😂 so I tried to copy some colors from the Disney character Maleficent. I used a couple different shades of green with gold and black. It was more fun and I have some green/gold flecks in my brown eyes.

On Halloween I decided to try a clown look with black, pink, and gray. It’s kind of chalky for me but it was fun although hard to take off at night 😢

I also used my different wigs with my Halloween looks which I thought was fun!

I hope this gives you ideas of how many different ways you can use makeup for Halloween!

Time with my boys

Hey friends, I’ve just had the best weekend.

Friday night some of my grandkids came over and played with the nerf guns I juts snagged at Costco. Those little foam balls were everywhere and I loved it!

Yesterday I joined my two adult boys in a shooting expedition! My oldest son brought his WWII rifle-a Mosin Nagant built in 1938.

My second son brought his .22 and his 12 gauge shotgun.

I brought my 9mm Glock.

My boys are so smart and safe. They drive up the canyon, scoped out an area next to the mountain, made sure no other people were around us, they brought water bottles to shoot and a shovel just in case the gun fire started sparks. When someone got ready to shoot, we each ask – are you guys ready? Meaning-do you have your ear protection on-are you in the right area back from the shooter-is it safe-and then after shooting-can I check my shots?

I am so proud of them as men, they are both good, responsible, and thoughtful men. I got to shoot both of their guns which I felt honored to do so-that they trust me enough to do this and enjoy in their fun.

We did have fun! We had several targets we blew up, we shot the heck out of many filled water bottles, several used racquetballs and tennis balls now have holes in them, we expended lots of different ammo and shared each other’s guns. What fun, what memories, what joy to spend time with my boys.

Music Excitement

Hello friends!

I have discovered Apple Music. Or rather I’ve discovered all the music I’ve loved over the years and haven’t afforded to buy every single song.

(This isn’t an ad for Apple 🍎 btw)

I got an email from Apple letting me know I could try Apple Music out for 3 months for free. I thought it sounded like fun so I’m giving it a try.

I’ve been having so much fun!

Growing up in Wyoming, I didn’t often have much music to listen. My parents once had a Stevie Wonder 8 track tape and my favorite song was and is Superstition! But most of the time the radio didn’t get good stations- although I remember hearing “Long Cool Woman in a Black Dress one night.

In the summer I could sometimes get a California station to come in clear but not til late at night.

One summer we took a trip to Arizona to see my grandmother and I loved the radio stations-I called and requested “Blinded by the Light” probably several hundred times a day.

My first husband worked at a record/music store for a period of time and gathered a huge collection of new and old music by the time he changed jobs. Obviously I didn’t get all the music in our divorce so now I’m trying to remember all the great artists I’ve loved over the years. Only my memory doesn’t work as well and there is one artist I can remember her music video but not the name of the song! It drives me crazy.

Imagine my delight to just click on hundreds of songs I love ❤️ I arrived at work last Friday super happy because I was listening to “Elemental” by Tears for Fears.

My only problem is-I’m not in my car long enough to listen to all of them!

Home on the Range

Hey friends! I’m going shooting on the range again today and really looking forward.

On Sunday, my son helped me learn how to dissemble my gun to clean it and last night I purchased a cleaning kit and cleaned my gun all by myself.

I was very proud to learn how to clean it and learning how to use a gun is a form of self care and also mindfulness; this is a dangerous weapon in the first place.

But now my gun is shiny again and I’m taking 200 rounds to the range. Hopefully my aim improves too! (picture of my aim from last time at the range)

For The Love of Red Hair

I remember several years ago attending a Utah Jazz basketball game. One of the Jazz dancers had long red/purple hair and I thought OMG I want red/purple hair! It was so pretty.

So I changed my hair color. I had platinum hair then and was ready for a change. Platinum is a lot of upkeep but so is red. Red washes out quickly-very quickly. So I spent time to grow my hair although noticed it seemed to fall out more often.

I had special “red” shampoo, washed my hair in cold water and blow dryed my hair on cooler temperatures.

This first picture is 2018- my hair is a dark brown with purple red highlights. I am also wearing a “halo” dyed to match and I loved it!

This next picture is just a couple days ago. I cut my long purple/red wig because the end were getting fuzzy and tangled but as you can see-the color is almost the same and not even close to the upkeep of my hair before! Wigs can be so much more versatile and the red color lasts a long time! No color touch ups yet (it’s been a year)!

I love red hair! It’s my version of a Jazz 💃

Faced and Masked

Hello friends!

Now that I’m, and many others are wearing masks every day when not at home I’m noticing some things.

I’ll be in my office, alone-not required to wear a mask while alone in a room- and I’ve had my mask on for at least 15 minutes.

My husband and I leave a store and he’s mumbling while we drive home-I realize he still has his mask on.

I used to think people in their cars with masks on must be weirdos but now I know

It’s like wearing a bra (maybe this is a stretch) -lets go with PANTS. Once you get used to wearing pants you kinda forget they’re there. I think it’s the same now with masks. Now we’ve got used to wearing masks we forget they’re there.

Don’t judge the people in their car with masks on, our world has changed and it’s the new norm.

Hot Legs

I remember listening to Rod Stewart’s song Hot Legs at a youth activity at our local reservoir when I was maybe 15. I thought I did not have legs like that and never would have legs like that.

At 15 I judged my legs. I felt ashamed of my feet too-at size 10 feet I thought there was something wrong with me.

Now that I’m a little more aware of my judgements-I remember being involved in athletics-volleyball, softball, and riding my bicycle to work (3 miles? Each direction) every day in the summer. I’m pretty sure there wasn’t anything wrong with my legs. One summer I got an in park homerun at a softball tournament. My legs can run.

Now that I’m older, I realize my legs are still hot legs. I helped my daughter move last week-up and down stairs maybe a hundred times -filling a 26 foot Uhaul and unloading the same Uhaul. My knees work really well.

Hot Legs apply to anyone with legs. I’m so thankful I have legs that work.