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!
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)!
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.
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.
Lots of women right now are on social media talking about their Covid weight and how they’re planning on, participating, or advertising a new diet.
I think we all need to congratulate ourselves for living in 2020. It’s been stressful, it’s different, sometimes it’s scary, we are isolated from other people, they are also weird natural disasters going on, along with political and racial conflict too.
Oh and masks! Wear a mask, don’t wear a mask. Who knows right?
Maybe it’s ok to say-Hey thank goodness it’s almost September and I’m a survivor. My body and my mind are strong and I can do hard things.
Isn’t this more important than the stupid number on the scale?
I am surviving 2020-that’s the most important thing.
My granddaughter’s grandpa died last week (on her fathers side). I am so sad for my sweet granddaughter. Grandparents are such a wonderful blessing.
My dad’s parents were a bigger part of my life after my mother died. I lived with them for a time after she died (I don’t remember how long but I think I remember asking where my dad was, that I missed him). Then I lived with my dad but spent many afternoons and weekends with my grandpa and grandma Dana.
I was especially close with my grandma Dana and she loved me unconditionally and tried to teach me it wasn’t important to be popular or pretty; that there were other things in life more important. My grandma and grandpa Dana both passed away before I graduated high school.
I was blessed to still have my grandma and grandpa Lindberg, my mother’s parents. I spent the rest of my life until about 10 years ago building an adult relationship with my grandma. It was the best thing ever, to have her in my life this long. I always felt loved and accepted around her. My grandpa died last year and he was an example to me. What a blessing to have them both through my adult life.
I hope I can be as loving and nonjudgmental with my granddaughter as my grandparents were with me. Grandparents are a special gift.
Last week I spent about three hours with a client that finally shared with me that her partner assaulted her the night before our session.
She gave all kinds of reasons why he did it; she did something wrong, he said he was sorry, she didn’t want people to talk about her, she didn’t want him to get in trouble, she didn’t want her family to beat him up, she’s not the kind of person to call the police, and she can take care of herself.
It’s so difficult for someone in an abusive relationship to speak up! They blame themselves or think they deserve to be treated the way they are.
My neighbor’s daughter was murdered by her ex boyfriend. It’s so tragic and terrible.
A little more than a year ago, I worried my daughter’s life was in danger from her husband; when she told me (finally) what was going on-I (with help from others) packed her up and moved her out of harms way in a few hours.
The time that women (usually a victim is a woman but not always) are trying to leave a relationship is the most dangerous and the time when that person is at high risk of being hurt or killed.
I am enclosing a link to a domestic violence website and a PDF of the cycle. Please speak up and get help. There are so many resources out there for you.