Test of the Curious

Your Love Style is Agape

You are a caring, kind, and selfless partner. Unsurprisingly, your love style is the most rare. You are willing to sacrfice your world for your sweetie. Except it doesn't really feel like sacrifice to you. For you, nothing feels better than giving to the one you love.

What's Your Love Style?

Shrooming It

This weekend was designated to just be a couch spud. Well, that doesn't work per se, but I have not taken calls from anyone but family and even those I have screened. Unless someone is bleeding or have lost their mind, I am not answering unless I want to. Yesterday I ran into town with Troll, but that's about it. Today I am going to get outside and clean up the front as it looks like a junkyard. The halloween decorations grace the front of the house and I have three pumpkins to carve yet, but those are all things I am looking forward to doing.

Everything and everyone in the Grove are doing well *knock wood*.

Yesterday, while eating lunch with Troll at Red Robin, I noticed something. There were at least 6 young men seated at various tables and all of them wore baseball caps. Am I the only one left that has the men in my family remove their hats when they sit at a dining table? I also noticed that one one man, young or older, that day, seated their female companion. I am baffled. Mr. M always seats me unless I beat him to the chair and don't wait. Normally I do wait for him to seat me. It's one of those little charming thoughtful gestures I appreciate.

It got me to wondering......

Where has the romanticism gone?

Monday's Slump

Well, it's over, the Auxiliary Potluck and it went rather well. I made two main dishes and one dessert. The main dishes went over great and I think peolpe were hesitating about the squashed frogs. LOL. It was an interesting dessert, but even I had to laugh at another dessert someone brought in, a kitty litter box cake, complete with tootsie rolls. It was great. The next couple of months are going to be intense labor for the potlucks. November will be our Thanksgiving one and in December we'll be having a tree trimming as well as a potluck. We mostly feed the umarried veterans and it is our joy and pride to do so. I'm just glad it's only once a month. As Junior Vice, it's my responsibility to make sure these entertainment functions get carried off. Let's just put it this way, by the end of Saturday evening, my lower back and hips hurt so badly, I was nearly in tears and it takes a lot for me to be in tears. It didn't help that I couldn't find my Tylenol PM, but I muddled through.

With a phone call shared with a dear friend, I made up my mind in regards to an issue that was looming. I will continue to assist when I can, but I need to leave enough of me for my family and myself. I think the biggest thing to deal with is ego. It isn't so much a matter of how good I am but rather of how much I can give and still think I will have enough left over without draining myself completely. People keep saying I'm the most likely candidate but you know, there's always someone who can fill the need. When you have a talent and the caring its hard to say no, but in this case, I have to look ahead and realize I might need that energy to deal with my own family's needs this winter. I always think, there's more.. anytime I am running low, I always think, there's always more when I need it and for the most part, that is true. However, I don't think I want to push my luck. Considering who and what I would be dealing with and the fact that I can't leave it outside the door, I would be better off not getting involved at the moment. My friend told me, "If they want you now, they'll want you next year." He's right. This year I want something for me, even if it is just time.

So today, I'm slumping.. no running around... no rushing about... no demands met by anyone but my own body and yesterday.. yesterday was selfish day. I did what I wanted, when I wanted. The boys saw to themselves. Of course, my house looks like crap, but I'll get to it, eventually.

Health wise, my echo cardiogram came back as good. I do have a leaky mitral-valve which means it doesn't close all the way and some blood floods back into the heart chamber, but I don't need surgery and I don't need to worry about it but antibiotics will go hand in hand with any kind of surgery or oral work in my mouth or certain tests. So all in all, I'm doing good.

Everyone in the Grove is doing fine. Troll just went back to work after taking a week off. Huzzah. I don't have him under my feet all day *grin*.

Daughter is doing better. We had a long talk about her panic attacks and what I thought might be a contributing factor. I think I'm on to something as she hasn't had one in a few days now. FB may not like it, but he's got to step up or else he's going to find himself in the hospital looking after his wife.

This coming weekend, we're hiding, Mr M and I. I need some one on one time with the hubby. There's a function we should attend but we're not going to.

Have a grand week, people.

Time? Who Has Some To Spare?

Geez Louise, I am so far behind in this blog. Life has just been on this dervish roll that I do't have time to cop a nap let alone write anything, anywhere. But today has caught me with a quiet afternoon and instead of getting a much deserved rest, I'm trying to catch up on my emails and housework.

I had my tests done. I won't know the results from the echo cardiogram until Friday when I see the doctor. I did get an unofficial result for the sonogram on my carotids. They are clear and there is no sign of plaque, which stuns me. After the way I have treated my body for the past 48 years I am truly amazed. My blood sugar is a bit elevated but back on its way down. My blood pressure is 128/68, which has never been that good in my whole life. Drugs. Again, amazing.

Daughter has been having some serious panic attacks. They have sent her to the ER room a couple of times this month. The medical crew are working with her to get that under control. In the meantime, I am helping her out where and when I can.

My oldest son lost his mother-in-law last Monday morning. He was very close to her. She has been fighting with the medical conditions that took her life for over a year now. She was still pretty young, in her 50's I believe. I really liked her too. Her whole family has always made us feel welcome. We are greatly saddened by her passing.

My ex-husband succeeded in tweaking my tail, enough said.

I have a decision to make in regards to the VFW Post/Auxiliary. I'm going back and forth over the answer until I get dizzy. I think I need a fresh perspective. Hmmm. Either a phone call or an email... who has time for either these days? ARUGH!

This weekend is grandkids and Auxiliary Potluck, Octoberfest/Halloween... yanno... Windover is lookin' mighty fine these days... a quick flight and away from it all... beats the hell out of Calgon, let me assure you.

Almost time for November elections... better the devil you know than the one you don't? How about.. Eney, meney, miney, moe? I wish I could simply chuck my example ballot in the trash and walk away... not made that way though, rat fuzz.

Christmas and Thanksgiving, right around the corner... *thid*

Yo! Toto!

.... how in sam hell did we get here???!!!

I am the new Jr. Vice President of the Ladies Auxiliary, VFW Post 1934 and 2 year Trustee. The Trustee part means that every three months I get to help audit the books of the Auxiliary...um... yeah. I'm still trying to figure out how I got here. I swear, I blinked and here I was, faster than Dorothy could click her heels. Damn ruby slippers, I always did think they were trouble.... but so prrrreeeecious. *sigh* and if you think that is bad, guess who probably will be the President next year?? It's the slippers, I tell ya and for inquiring minds, no, I didn't know what I was getting into. However, in all fairness, I have to be truthful and say that I truly don't mind. There are times when I feel like my sanity has flown the coop, but on those days, I simply go into hiding. I don't answer the phone and I stay away from the post. I believe in the Post and I believe in those men, even if some of them are *bleep*. I am not a diplomat nor a peacemaker and I sure have been finding out that I do both relatively well. I know what I need, but that is far too adult for this blog and pretty damn raw and earthy. I'll spare y'all.... I heard that sigh of relief.

In other places of the Grove, all is well *knock wood*. First it was my oven that needed the heating element replaced, then it was my dryer losing its heat and now there's a small leak (when it rains)in my ceiling right above the dishwasher. My dad suggested that I simply open the dishwasher door and it drip right in... not a bad idea, Dad.

I have been so busy, I don't know what day it is and needless to say, that every morning I get up, I hope it's right side up. My blood sugar has suffered and my blood pressure so I trulyh need to find something to do that will bring all that back down again. I tested my blood sugar a while ago and it's down, thank the Divine for small graces.

We finally got a day of rain here and boy, did we need it. So, it's quite pleasant outside at the moment. I started to dig out the winter clothing. Speaking of winter, the holidays are right around the corner and I have started my Christmas shopping. I plan on having it all completed by the end of next month....maybe.

So, I'm still out here.. somewhere.. and if you see Toto go running by, hogtie that little mutt for me, will ya?

My love to all...