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An ever recovering compulsive escape addict from Reality & other harsh
Realms of Existance.KMaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04359800799114686974noreply@blogger.comBlogger424125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798854114537033674.post-60381081352768641142016-07-24T00:31:00.001-04:002016-07-24T00:31:51.734-04:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />KMaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04359800799114686974noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798854114537033674.post-47642701604002636272016-07-23T23:57:00.000-04:002016-07-23T23:57:06.780-04:00Well I'm Backkkkk!!Good Lord,<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> took forever to get another laptop to write on. I just couldnt seem to write on the small or large tablets, I need a keyboard.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>So anyway, life is great. Except I'm even fatter. Pretty embarrassing. I keep telling myself Im still fabulous, but Im not. </b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Truth is, Im thinking MAYbe its because there is less sex than we used to have. Heck, Im 69 now & I don't even feel like getting it on anymore...</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Used to be crazed... But now I'm too tired, exhausted, no more estrogen, hell I just want to EAT & sleep. I don't know which I LOVE more...Sleeping or EATING!! Well TV is still pretty damn great too! </b></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Yep. that's about it. Seems like Doris lost interest quite awhile back anyway, but #1: she never Was that into it... had raised 3 children alone doing 2 &3 jobs a day, hell she was just pooped! And..</b></span><b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">#2 She is 80 now! EIGHTY!! WOW! Hell Im just grateful she's still alive!!! Me too, thrilled Im still alive too! But at the rate Im going (eating unhealthy & Not exercising,) (Hell I don't even want to Move!) I may just be digging myself an early grave. The pain from my spine into my back & legs- I can barely walk now, & my girth (230something lbs) makes it even harder. boo hoo, waa waa poor me. I gotta get a fucking grip, dammit. </span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The end.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">For now. </span></b><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span>KMaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04359800799114686974noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798854114537033674.post-56754681822130907222015-05-11T13:24:00.000-04:002015-05-11T13:24:11.068-04:00Mothers Day 2015May 2015. <div>
Dang can't believe it.</div>
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Had to change my password to get back onboard.</div>
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I am lame, I used to enjoy blogging so much.</div>
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Gotto get started again.</div>
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Mothers Day was yesterday. </div>
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It ended up being great!</div>
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Thanks to Sharon.</div>
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She loves her Mother & will do anything for her.</div>
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This year she got Herman and Derrick to come!</div>
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Doris was thrilled.</div>
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Also she & husband Angelo gave D a big diamond tennis braclet!</div>
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It is beautiful, extravagant & amazing!</div>
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Doris really wanted all her children together.</div>
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She was floating in love!</div>
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Tiffany brought baby Chance!</div>
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Lamar & Jr. came!</div>
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Barbara drug Martha along late.</div>
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I was so happy for everyone!</div>
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Phew!</div>
KMaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04359800799114686974noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798854114537033674.post-16922181088243760402014-02-23T03:31:00.003-05:002014-02-23T03:47:35.865-05:00ENGAGED!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"> ENGAGED! </span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">OMG I have missed blogging SO much. I couldn't remember my damn stupid password. After 2 years, I finally figured out to make a NEW password. I have never been smart- so to speak. I hope I don't forget this new word. Of course I'll write it down, but still.</span></b><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">N<b>ow here's the thing....... </b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>LIFE HAS BEEN WONDERFUL!!! </b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>I would almost say BLISS! </b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Except I'm still FAT. </b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Phooey. </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>So far I've dropped 10 lbs this time around at WW. </b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Was 15 lbs, </b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>but I got off at a damn Superbowl party </b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>& put 5 lbs back on. </b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Fuck. sigh. </b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Gotta get strict again.</b></span><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">I can do it dammit, </span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">if I just try.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">So Valentines Day was the best ever... </span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">In spite of all the 10 or more snow storms this winter, </span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">I'd gotten the flowers, presents, balloons & cards 3 days early because I knew we'd be snowed in AGAIN... </span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">That morning I put on the song </span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">ALL OF ME LOVES ALL OF YOU on... </span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">We were still in bed & we exchanged our presents -</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">We put on engagement rings! </span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">(It had been SO much fun buying them </span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">out of the blue at the jewelers! </span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">Will you marry me? And we laughed! .. </span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">So great!) I was on such a high! </span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">Went to brunch at the Westfield Diner.</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">Then to see two mushy romantic movies </span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">which we actually enjoyed! </span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">Stopped at the A&P on the way home </span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">where we saw a lesbian friend </span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">(who has been computer-ordained to marry people) </span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">& excitedly showed her our engagement rings. </span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">Right there in the Deli Section </span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">she took our ring hands </span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">in each of her hands </span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">& said "do you & do you?" </span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">We said Yes! & all laughed! </span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">Then I said wow, I wonder </span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">if we're really married now, </span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">she said I think you are...?! </span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">I'll have to look it up, </span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">there are still papers I haven't filed with the state... </span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">And then we all cracked up!</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">But I WAS THRILLED thinking </span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">it just MAY have been possible! </span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">I mean who knew I would have that reaction </span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">to suddenly, </span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">the spur of the moment </span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">getting married in the A&P </span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">of all the crappy places, </span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">but I felt jubulant! </span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">Stoked! </span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">Excited to the fullest measures!</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">I was bouncing up & down </span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">With sheer JOY! </span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">And in the damn deli section no less. </span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">But you know...</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">When you've been together 32 yrs</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">And it's always been against the law to marry, </span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">Now suddenly, </span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">FINALLY it's legal!?! </span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">Honey the A&P will be just fine.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">We got home & I kept saying to Doris-</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">We may actually be married! </span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">5 minutes later.. We may actually be married!</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">20minutes later.. We may actually be married!!</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">She kept saying, Kathy we are not yet married, </span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">just please settle down.</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;"> </span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">(We had planned to tie the knot </span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">on our 7/17 anniversary.) </span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">Which obviously we still are.</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">That will be the day! </span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">Man the more things change,</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">the more they stay the same...</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">40 yrs ago, </span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">I'd lived with & loved a man for 6 yrs</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">who had a deli in NYC.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">Knew better than to marry him, tho'. </span></b>KMaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04359800799114686974noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798854114537033674.post-5260752881998521172012-10-16T11:51:00.001-04:002012-10-16T11:51:46.798-04:00AMBER MAE<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">So I forgot to mention we got a beautiful little yellow kitten this past summer. She was a precious little sweetface that has grown into a crazy, insane, nutcase who needs an exorcism, hahaha! Of course we love her & she is funny a lot. BUT she flys thru the air from one couch to the other, bites & scratches the shit out of me. Damn. I so wanted a little moushe that would just want to cuddle. Well what I got is AMBER MAE, so I shall be happy with what I have! Moral of this story... be careful what you ask for!</span></span>KMaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04359800799114686974noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798854114537033674.post-78461330614541019702012-10-09T20:53:00.000-04:002012-10-09T20:56:26.205-04:00IT'S SEPT ALREADY??!! WTH???<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Well it's only been 7 months. Life has been Great, there is nothing better than retirement for sure! But I do spend all my computer time on fb & I am grateful for those of you who are also on fb so I can still see you & get to know you even more! </span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Summer was a bit of a bummer because we crashed the RV & so we didn't have one for the whole time. I was SO happy to not be killed that I started going back to church again, heh heh! Not EVERY Sunday mind you, but every other... Doris was happy about that. It wasn't terrible to be back. I had enjoyed the day to myself for quite some time, tho'. </span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">To go to the shore, or the City or the flee market without a RV was so suckey. I had gotten spoiled to have a bathroom everywhere. Just wasn't the same without...</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I spent the summer sleeping alot, trying to hide from people because I'm fat & there were a lot of rainey weekends.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">And THEN I finally was able to get the new RV I wanted in Sept!!!!! I have never been so estatic since the day I retired!!!!! I AM THRILLED!!! (Well winnning the Miss Richardson Pageant in 1965 was pretty damn thrilling, too. But I digress.....)</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Still going to all the movies on Fridays! So fun. </span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">But driving in the new RV, (her name is Prisilla, she is pretty & prissy) brings the biggest smile to both of our faces! It is such a beautiful van. Every trip, even if it's just to drive around anywhere & nowhere is a great adventure now. And how FABULOUS it is to have a bathroom on wheels again?!!!!</span></span>KMaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04359800799114686974noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798854114537033674.post-59358849093929839132012-03-03T00:59:00.004-05:002012-03-03T01:57:39.827-05:00Rambling<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iYlhTYGakds/T1HAzmqUNZI/AAAAAAAAAJU/XabCc0oqYrM/s1600/Photo%2B501.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iYlhTYGakds/T1HAzmqUNZI/AAAAAAAAAJU/XabCc0oqYrM/s400/Photo%2B501.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715561394893763986" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:180%;">Geese no blogging since Jan.<br />Crikey! Whatever.<br />I tell ya, I am much better at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">FB</span>.<br />Blogging seems so yesteryear now.<br /><br />So much has happened.<br /><br />Doris was in the hospital for 5 days,<br />really sick with a bladder infection<br />that went into sepsis & <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">ecoli</span>.<br />It was bad.<br />Grateful she got well.<br />I got sick afterward,<br />just from the exhaustion.<br /><br />I got a new iPhone!<br />It is the NEATEST thing ever!<br />Still don't know how to operate it totally,<br />probably never will.<br />But it is COOL.<br />I have to use a stylus<br />because of my damn nails.<br />It is just fine, tho'<br />I am good at it!<br />If you wanna text me,<br />I still have my old cell number.<br />It goes off with huge tower bells<br />Clanging & Clanging!<br />Cracks me up every time.<br /><br />Got new glasses again.<br />$300.<br />At least, cheaper than the last pair.<br />Developing <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">cataracts</span>,<br />matter of time.<br />I was PISSED<br />When the eye Dr. told me.<br />Am I REALLY that old?<br />Shocking.<br /><br />Got 2 new tires for my PT Cruiser.<br />$300 fucking dollars.<br />Now the cost of gas.<br />Life is expensive.<br /><br />D gave me<br />a pretty gold bangle bracelet<br />for Valentines Day!<br />I gave her a gold heart bracelet.<br />Guess we appreciate<br />that she didn't stroke out<br />Or keel over & drop dead<br />when she was so ill.<br /><br />I still want some cats or a dog, tho.<br />Just not happening.<br />I keep trying to be patient<br />& wait for the right fur baby<br />to come into my life.<br /><br />I still love going to the movies<br />every <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">friday</span><br />when the new ones come out.<br />Seriously,<br />I just get SO excited<br />Like a little kid!<br />My one day for Diet Coke!<br />And half of a small butter popcorn!<br />All alone in the dark<br />With my Babe, xxx!<br />Just got home from 2 good ones, in fact...<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Wonderlust</span> & Act Of Valor.<br />Then dinner at The Olive Garden!<br />Now I can hardly WAIT!<br />For next <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">fri</span> to come again!<br /><br />I gotta clean up<br />my messes around this house.<br />It is such a old, rickety little house.<br />But I love it<br />And love living here with Doris.<br />I think we've had it for about 18 years now.<br />I am grateful.<br />But I am a damn slob.<br />And lazy.<br />A damn lazy slothful slob.<br /><br />Well -<br />No one is perfect.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span>KMaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04359800799114686974noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798854114537033674.post-56835568697925404032012-01-08T16:04:00.006-05:002012-01-08T16:47:31.802-05:00No New Years Resolutions<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3rpm-Y3q-M8/TwoO6iuBXHI/AAAAAAAAAJI/8XyGUTVKfU4/s1600/Photo%2B486.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3rpm-Y3q-M8/TwoO6iuBXHI/AAAAAAAAAJI/8XyGUTVKfU4/s400/Photo%2B486.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695381077678447730" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">I ain't makin'<br />No damn New Years resolutions<br />For once.<br />To hell with it.<br />They're all the same each year , anyway.<br /><br />I just don't give a shitsky -<br />I'm still fat &<br />My closet room is still a huge mess.<br />Whatever.<br /><br />I'm tired of trying to stay positive<br />Every fucking day of my life.<br /><br />Even tho' I do KNOW<br />I am one blessed woman.<br />I appreciate it,<br />but really -<br /><br />I'm basically a nice person.<br />So why shouldn't<br />God Goddess Universe<br />give ME favor!?<br /><br />I am tired.<br />I have bronchitus<br />And I think I am getting better.<br />Went to the walk-in & got med scripts.<br />Hope the insurance pays.<br /><br />Doris has been very nice<br />& says she doesn't know<br />what she would have done<br />without me.<br /><br />It feels good,<br />hearing her appreciation of me...<br />something kinda rare<br />since I don't do shit<br />around here.<br />Not really.<br /><br />I am retired -<br />doesn't everybody know by now?<br />I ain't doing nothin'<br />If I don't feel like it.<br /><br />I'll be glad<br />when summer comes back around-<br />These short, dark days<br />make me<br />Grouchy.<br /></span></span></span>KMaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04359800799114686974noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798854114537033674.post-92120882517000510382011-12-31T18:39:00.002-05:002011-12-31T20:07:15.726-05:00Christmas 2011<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IJclhBocOw8/Tv-ddNR1n9I/AAAAAAAAAI8/FgWMfB1FAvU/s1600/Photo%2B478.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IJclhBocOw8/Tv-ddNR1n9I/AAAAAAAAAI8/FgWMfB1FAvU/s400/Photo%2B478.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692441579125841874" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">We are still somewhat in 'Holiday Mode' over here, taking it slow & easy one day at a time. The best Xmas present was having Doris home from the hospital where she had been for 5 days with another bladder infection that had given her 106 fever, chills & rendered her impossible to move down the stairs to the bathroom. <br /><br />I thought she was having a stroke the 1st night as she just didn't seem to understand what I was saying to her when trying to get her down the stairs - it took me 2 hrs, & she had the runs & throw-ups. She couldn't even hold her own barf bag & refused to go to the emergency room that night, she was just <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">belligerent</span> & wanted to stay home. <br /><br />The next day she wasn't any better & agreed to go to the walk-in clinic, where they immediately put her in an ambulance & took her to the hospital. Her <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">uti</span> had gone into <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">ECOLI</span> & poisoned her entire blood stream, she was in <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">SEPSIS</span>. It was scary.<br /><br />I also got sick about the 4<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">th</span> day - from exhaustion trying to take care of her...& went home early with throwing up & the runs, myself. Luckily that just turned out to be a 24hr virus, probably also from hospital cooties. <br /><br />Then suddenly she was released! Then we were both home weak & trying to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">recuperate</span>... however poor DORIS really had gone <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">thru</span> hell so I felt lame even complaining about feeling like shit. <br /><br />Once home, neither one of us had the energy to clean the house for Christmas holiday guests, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">ie</span> her kids & <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">grandkids</span>. I did rally enough to put up a beautiful tree for her & may I say that takes a ton of energy. <br /><br />And one more thing... I was pissed as hell at her youngest lame-ass lazy son because he had stayed at her sister Barbara's apt after last <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">xmas</span>, for maybe 4 or 5 months, which was SO kind of her sister to get him out of our house. Well, he took (stole) some of her jewelry from a drawer & PAWNED it for money. Then finally left town to go back to Detroit, telling his mother (my Doris) that Barbara wanted him out of the apt <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">because</span> he had brought a girl there & she didn't like it. He is just SO FULL OF SHIT. I am sick of him.<br /><br />It upset Doris SO much once she found out & thus her resistance was totally lowered from the stress of it all. And that is one big reason she got so sick & her body rebelled on her... She was REALLY furious & hurt & said she was going to give Herman a piece of her mind... BUT SHE NEVER DID. In fact, she never has <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">thru</span> these past 30 years I've known her. He's her baby & the beloved brother of Sharon & Derrick (her other two children - all around 50 yrs old.) She just accepts him (& them) with unconditional love, life goes on, & he keeps fucking up. <br /><br />Well I had felt pushed to the max trying to take care of Doris & worrying about whether she was going to die from the sepsis. So when Herman called I just started yelling at him about pawning off Barbara's jewelry when she had done so much to help him, & how it affected his mother & made her sick... He got defensive, said he didn't make her sick & started talking about how he did it because he was hungry & needed money for food, (BULLSHIT) & he had meant to get the jewelry back, but he'd left too soon, & that Derrick shouldn't have told anybody about it, because it was <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">nobody's</span> business... Sickening. <br /><br />I said "Listen, Number One: NEVER ask your mother for money EVER again." He said I don't need her money, I have my own. I said "GREAT then you can send her the $100 you borrowed last year & Never paid back as you promised, she can use it. And number two: Your mother will really be happy to see you again, & I shall be happy to see you again, BUT YOU ARE NOT INVITED TO STAY HERE THIS YEAR." <br /><br />A silent pause ensued... & he started hitting all the phone keys saying he had to get off the phone (he always borrows his friends phones to call...) I gave the phone to Doris so she could say hi to him & he got off right away afterward. <br /><br />After 30 years I finally told the little <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">stankass</span>,<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">fuckoff</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">lier</span> OFF, I had overstepped my bounds - but if Doris had ever stood up to his lame behavior I would have never felt the need to.<br /><br />Well, Doris was SO upset & said I should have never done that. Sharon the sister didn't even bother to call on Xmas day - doing her brother solidarity thing I guess... but it was <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">weird</span> because she had called D everyday in the hospital, cried please don't die on me, sent beautiful flowers, & also wired her $100 to help her pay for <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">meds</span>. She had been wonderful. Then didn't call her mom on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">xmas</span>. Guess she was mad we didn't have Xmas here at home like we did last year, not to mention her younger brother wasn't invited to stay here if we had.<br /><br />Instead, we all had been invited to go to Cousin Etta's for Christmas (her husband of 60yrs had died & she was lonely.) This was great for Doris & I since we had no energy to clean the damn house. And also Etta was looking fwd to seeing Sharon, but Sharon never called to say she wasn't coming.<br /><br />I'm SO glad I never had children. I swear, I would have beat the little bastards if they had acted like imbeciles. I have been grinning & bearing so much insanity from D's children for decades now. They never liked me anyway, so now they are going to understand & see just how much I will not be putting up with anymore.<br /><br />Anyway, MY Christmas was wonderful! I had Doris home, we went to Etta's & had <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">delicious</span> food, I didn't have to deal with that fucker Herman, & we had our whole house to ourselves once we got home. <br /><br />Cousin Etta was happy too.<br />All the rest of them were depressed. <br />Oh, well.<br /><br /> <br /></span></span></span>KMaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04359800799114686974noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798854114537033674.post-35788379462660189312011-12-04T11:04:00.008-05:002011-12-04T12:20:47.699-05:00"Tis the Damn Season Again<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z9DLCUGcWEE/Ttur2uuu3cI/AAAAAAAAAIw/LJsm4WMWIfc/s1600/Photo%2B472.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z9DLCUGcWEE/Ttur2uuu3cI/AAAAAAAAAIw/LJsm4WMWIfc/s400/Photo%2B472.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682324311603338690" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">'Tis the damn season again.<br /><br />Got thru Thanksgiving<br />with just 5 of us<br />dining at the Airport Marriott.<br />Phew!<br />It was perfect.<br /><br />D had been very sick<br />with a bladder infection<br />so she didn't cook &<br />the whole crew didn't come over...<br />So I didn't have to hustle & clean.<br /><br />Daughter drove in &<br />paid for Mother's dinner.<br />Very nice!<br /><br />The daughter hurt my feelings<br />talking about how she wants to give D<br />a RUST livingroom couch combo<br />because pink/mauve<br />is out of style in the 2011's.<br /><br />I HATE RUST,<br />orange is not what i would want.<br />However this is for "Mommy."<br /><br />Whatever...<br />Our hunter green velvet couch<br />on our pink carpet<br />is 17rs old & worn now.<br />I should be grateful<br />for anything new.<br />But rust???<br />ugh.<br />Let me just shut up.<br /><br />Clearly they don't like the livingroom.<br />Well HELL.<br />Be grateful we all<br />could come together here last year...<br />After D's Sis passed away<br />We no longer have<br />Her neice's big, beautiful home<br />To gather in as we had<br />For the last decade.<br /><br />So now Xmas is coming again &<br />I think the kids & grandkids<br />all want to come over<br />& hang with Mom/Grandma.<br />Not to mention her brother & sister.<br />We gotta hustle & clean here.<br />Oh HELL.<br /><br />Why am I such a damn slob?<br />I seriously don't KNOW how<br />to keep up a room,<br />apt,<br />a house -<br />not even my car!<br />I have never LEARNED<br />how to clean well.<br />I just hate it.<br /><br />And D wants me to put up<br />the outside lights,<br />maybe I'll try today.<br />Deep sigh.<br />It's a lota work.<br /><br />Then will come the xmas tree.<br />Sigh.<br /><br />I wanna just lay here & hibernate.<br />Curl up in my bedsheets<br />& down cover cocoon<br />and cuddle all the down pillows &<br />Peacefully drift in & out<br />of consciousness<br />'Till this whole charade is over.<br />Including New Year's Eve.<br /><br />Life is just so great with the two of us.<br />We have fun & laugh at so much!<br />But bring in her family<br />& she totally changes.<br />It's been this way for 30 years,<br />So it certainly won't be different this year.<br /><br />Oy.<br />Holidays suck.<br />.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span></span>KMaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04359800799114686974noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798854114537033674.post-45255593561172384882011-10-31T04:10:00.002-04:002011-10-31T04:15:07.881-04:00Octfuckingtober<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">It snowed in Oct. </span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">Really stupid. </span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">Can't stand it. </span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">Didn't even shovel, </span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">I'm willing it to just melt away. </span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">Sure. </span></b><br />
<br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">I am grateful to have electricity & TV. </span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">Many do not. </span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">Trees have split & fallen in the back yard. </span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">And everywhere. </span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">Lines are down. </span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">Stupid east coast.</span></b><br />
<br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">I went out of control with halloween candy. </span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">Milky ways, Hershey Bars. Chocolate cake. </span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">It is HEAVEN. </span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">True fucking heaven.</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">Can't stop.</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">Gained 5 lbs in a week.</span></b><br />
<br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">That was last week. </span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">Probably 5 more lbs this week.</span></b><br />
<br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">I am sad & weak.</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">And FAT for real.</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">I've never been heavier.</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">I am grateful Doris hasn't dumped me</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">For a new slender model.</span></b><br />
<br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;"> </span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">I was however infuriated with her</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">when she wouldn't let me adopt</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">the most beautiful tigress cat.</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;"> </span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">She should have said okay Kath,</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;"> if that's what you want.</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">If that will make you happy.</span></b><br />
<br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">But she said NO.</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">And she meant it.</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">And of course I considered</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">getting the cat anyway,</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">getting 2 cats. </span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">What would she do then?</span></b><br />
<br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">Oh she's got heart murmurs</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">and high blood pressure...</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">I must NOT upset her!</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">I am SO PISSED.</span></b><br />
<br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">We are together 30 years ...</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">What am I supposed to do?</span></b><br />
<br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">If I were younger I would dump her </span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">for someone who loves animals.</span></b><br />
<br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">But when I WAS younger</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">she DID get me cats </span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">and a Dog.</span></b><br />
<br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">They are now buried out back.</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">It's been over a year.</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">I really miss fur</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">And cuddling with critters.</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">But she is happier </span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">without pet hair on furniture & clothes,</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">no kitty litter in the house,</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">& not having to walk a dog.</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">Not to mention </span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">my having to pay for pet food, </span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">kitty litter, & </span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">vet bills -</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">Something I should have paid for more of</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">If I had the money to take them </span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">to the Dr more often,</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">Maybe they would still be alive today.</span></b><br />
<br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">sigh. </span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">Somebody pass the candybars.</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">.</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;"> </span></b>KMaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04359800799114686974noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798854114537033674.post-71856943200665009942011-09-29T16:50:00.006-04:002011-09-29T17:39:01.404-04:00200 lbs.<span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"><span class="on" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Bold" title="Bold" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 3);ButtonMouseDown(this);"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-weight: normal; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; "><a class="uiPhotoThumb largePhoto" 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onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 3);ButtonMouseDown(this);"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span></span></span><span class="on" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Bold" title="Bold" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 3);ButtonMouseDown(this);"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span></span></span><span class="on" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Bold" title="Bold" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 3);ButtonMouseDown(this);"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Last fri my babe & I<br />went to the movie matinee'<br />as we usually do!<br /><br />I always like to sit<br />up on the top row on the aisle<br />(stadium seating,)<br />Just feel safer<br />with no one behind me.<br />Anyway...<br /><br />In the middle of the movie<br />I got up<br />to go to the restroom...<br />And KNOCKED my whole<br />HUGE cup of diet coke<br />on the floor<br />when my BIG ASS<br />passed the damn cup holder.<br /><br />It made a BIG LOUD crash<br />& SPLASH<br />on the floor.<br /><br />I flopped back in my seat,<br />MORTIFIED.<br /><br />Everyone turned around<br />to see what'd happened.<br />Shit.<br /><br />SO embarrasing.<br /><br />Shouldn't of had the butter popcorn.<br /><br />Can't remember<br />when I've ever felt<br />SO damn fat,<br />and ashamed.<br /><br />God, I gotta get a grip<br />& loose this tonage.<br />That's all.<br />.<br /><br /></span></span></span></span></span>KMaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04359800799114686974noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798854114537033674.post-64852754311498370042011-09-11T20:54:00.002-04:002011-09-11T21:18:44.477-04:009/11 X 10<span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Thank God this day is almost over. <br />I just can't take much more. <br />All the videos, pictures, memories,<br />Jesus Christ! <br /><br />It's like every year we all get a giant scab<br />pulled off our wounds &<br />the post traumatic puss<br />comes oozing out.<br />Everywhere.<br /><br />Our hearts get too heavy,<br />Our heads want to explode.<br /><br />Altho' everything is changed -<br />Nothing has changed,<br />There are still terrorist threats today.<br /><br />We go on thru life<br />Striving to be courageous<br />and strong,<br />trying to balance between<br />Fear & denial.<br /><br />So this year<br />on the 10th anniversary<br />of hell as we know it<br />The media has shown<br />the reports<br />Of telling the powers that be<br />To SHOOT down all flights<br />during successful hi-jackings.<br /><br />Yep<br />We knew about this<br />But the civilians didn't.<br /><br />Welcome to our world.<br /></span></span></span>KMaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04359800799114686974noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798854114537033674.post-24861808536813158532011-09-05T12:58:00.009-04:002011-09-05T21:43:59.042-04:00Labor Day Sept 6, 2011<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rT8gUyhDt2Q/TmUKNa3YvRI/AAAAAAAAAIo/CMLo4YNug18/s1600/Rukai%2BMask.gif"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 48px; height: 48px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rT8gUyhDt2Q/TmUKNa3YvRI/AAAAAAAAAIo/CMLo4YNug18/s400/Rukai%2BMask.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648932533272362258" border="0" /></a>
<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">It's already Labor Day,
<br />Are You EFfing KIDDING me??
<br />Seems like leaves started falling
<br />the minute September came.
<br />Of course this was right after
<br />we had an earth quake here in Jersey
<br />(Say WHAT?)
<br />shortly followed by Hurricane Irene.
<br />
<br />The basement started flooding,
<br />Doris FREAKED
<br />(well it WAS serious)
<br />God gave her strength
<br />to pull the wall apart
<br />& restart the sump pump
<br />in the sub basement,
<br />but then the rain was pouring SO much
<br />that the slop sink -
<br />the sump pumps empty into -
<br />started overflowing,
<br />the floor was going
<br />up to 4-5 inches deep.
<br />
<br /></span></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">(there are TWO sump pumps
<br />& one regular small pump for under the steps)
<br />
<br /></span></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">We were bailing water &
<br />Doris was so awesome!
<br />Somehow God gave me the strength
<br />to stay by her side
<br />& help as much as possible.
<br />
<br />I am a weakling
<br />now that I am SO fat.
<br />Feet, Knees, Hip, Back.
<br />I am deteriorating
<br />like a termite infested
<br />house of decay.
<br />
<br />The creek overflowed
<br />to a 5 ft lake in the back yard,
<br />& the street in front was also
<br />flooding like a whitewater race.
<br />
<br />But it all finally was over!
<br />Thank you GOD!
<br />
<br />The basement carpet is squishy,
<br />but compared to SO many folks who lost everything
<br />in this damn storm we got off light.
<br />
<br />Now there's no more summer.
<br />This is ALWAYS so sad to me.
<br />
<br />Gotta count my blessings.
<br />It's actually very pleasant outside.
<br />
<br />Today we're going to cousin Etta's.
<br />Her husband of 60 yrs just passed.
<br />He was 89 so we shall help try
<br />to keep her mind off of her very sad loss.
<br />
<br />Life does go on for us lucky ones,
<br />in spite of all the trials
<br />& tribulations...
<br />
<br />In this life,
<br />or even the next...
<br />.
<br /></span></span></span>KMaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04359800799114686974noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798854114537033674.post-32510003277419663222011-08-19T17:59:00.005-04:002011-08-19T18:19:09.916-04:00Say WHAT???<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ACsNFO1okbo/Tk7gtq4qGeI/AAAAAAAAAIg/zFhtS37qbbc/s1600/Photo%2B438.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ACsNFO1okbo/Tk7gtq4qGeI/AAAAAAAAAIg/zFhtS37qbbc/s400/Photo%2B438.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642694458352474594" border="0" /></a>
<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">OMG One more week of AUGUST.
<br />One more week of SUMMER, virtually.
<br />Fuck shit piss.
<br />This summer once again FLEW by.
<br />
<br />Why?
<br />Lots of rain,
<br />So it was harder to enjoy the outdoors.
<br />
<br />Finally have made it to the shore
<br />4 times.
<br />Nature's valium...
<br />Love the beach SO much,
<br />even tho' we saw a flasher -
<br />I yelled P E R V E R T !..
<br />As we left.
<br />
<br />Doris said
<br />How did you know his name is HERBERT?
<br />God that was funny.
<br />We are definately older -
<br />
<br />Can't hear for shit
<br />Even when yelling...
<br />.
<br /></span></span></span>KMaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04359800799114686974noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798854114537033674.post-51613783246556089532011-07-09T23:49:00.000-04:002011-07-09T23:50:43.864-04:00Club EWR going away party for Mary Pat, which I spoke about in the entry below this...KMaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04359800799114686974noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798854114537033674.post-76172793035487571862011-07-09T23:47:00.000-04:002011-07-09T23:48:27.683-04:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.1111px; color: rgb(128, 128, 128); "><div class="uiAttachmentTitle" ft="{"type":11}" style="word-wrap: break-word; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "><strong><span><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ox4NPTqXj3E&feature=share" target="_blank" rel="nofollow" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; ">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v<wbr>=ox4NPTqXj3E&feature=share</a></span></strong></div><span class="caption"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; ">www.youtube.com</a></span></span>KMaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04359800799114686974noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798854114537033674.post-3260636121172922282011-07-09T01:30:00.007-04:002011-07-09T23:36:54.549-04:00Summer Just Started & it's half over already...<span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Good Lord. It's half way <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">thru</span> summer, haven't even been in the above ground pool that often yet. It has rained a lot, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">altho</span>' it has finally gotten steamy hot around town.<br /><br />Problem is my Doris. Poor baby went in for a check up & <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">ekg</span>. came out with the whole complex <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">panicing</span> over ATRIAL <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">FIBRILLATION</span> showing up on her cardiac squiggles. They threw her in the URGENT CARE walk-in clinic there, took chest <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">xrays,</span> tons of blood, & hours later put her on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Coumidin</span>.<br /><br />Henceforth we have been to the Dr's 3 times a week for the 4 weeks of June. She went to a cardiologist, had a stress test, an <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">echo cardiogram</span> (where I nearly cried just seeing her heart beating - the heart I love so much,) swallowed iodine & radioactivity for an endocrinologist to check out her thyroid, & has <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">gone twice</span> a week to the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">coumidin</span> clinic trying to get that med regulated.<br /><br />Sigh. I think everything will be okay. But it just is a reminder that we ain't <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">gettin</span>' any younger, D is 75. I can't stand the thought of her dying. Or me either for that matter. We just aren't ready to leave this life. I don't know WHAT I'd do without her, or how I'd even be able to go on. She would do much better going on without me than I would without her. It's just the way it is.<br /><br />Her sister just passed away one night. That's how death comes, like a thief in the night.<br /><br />Since I'd like to live a bit longer, it would behove me to get a grip on my ever-expanding girth. My GOD, I can NOT stop eating cake with icing & all the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">bbq</span> from summer parties & butter popcorn at all the movies. I am back up to 194. Motherfucking fucker.<br /><br />Just went to a Club <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">EWR</span> summer party & look mammoth in the photos. I miss all my Flight Attendants. They are so sweet & FUNNY & they actually miss me too. I was embarrassed at how fat I looked, I'm sure it will go all over the system - '<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">OMG</span> - Kathy has gained SO much weight since she retired....' Funny thing is tho', they always give me so much respect & act so glad to see me. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">FA's</span> are always So sweet! To me at least.<br />.</span></span></span><br /><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{"type":1}"> <span class="messageBody" ft="{"type":3}"></span></h6><div class="mvm uiStreamAttachments clearfix" ft="{"type":10}"><div class="UIImageBlock clearfix"><a class="uiPhotoThumb UIImageBlock_Image UIImageBlock_MED_Image" href="https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=2261258294742&set=a.2261249654526.2134109.1346980320&type=1&ref=nf" title="" target="" ft="{"type":41}" rel="theater"><img class="img" src="https://fbcdn-photos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/267578_2261258294742_1346980320_32720003_7221000_s.jpg" alt="" height="91px" width="121px" /></a><div class="UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_MED_Content fsm fwn fcg"><div class="uiAttachmentTitle" ft="{"type":11}"><strong><span><a href="https://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.2261249654526.2134109.1346980320" target="">Goodbye Party for MaryPat</a></span></strong> </div><span class="caption"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div></div></div><form rel="async" class="live_235315933155856_131325686911214 commentable_item collapsed_comments autoexpand_mode" method="post" action="/ajax/ufi/modify.php" live="{"seq":0}"><input name="charset_test" value="€,´,€,´,水,Д,Є" type="hidden"><input autocomplete="off" name="post_form_id" value="bb5623a9cfa571e065b596e40857fb12" type="hidden"><input name="fb_dtsg" value="AQD2Xplt" autocomplete="off" type="hidden"><input autocomplete="off" name="feedback_params" value="{"actor":"1454237741","target_fbid":"235315933155856","target_profile_id":"1454237741","type_id":"17","source":"1","assoc_obj_id":"","source_app_id":"2305272732","extra_story_params":[],"content_timestamp":"1310264401","check_hash":"53be5b1b12e9f475"}" type="hidden"><div class="UIImageBlock clearfix uiStreamFooter"><div class="UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_ICON_Content"><span><span class="uiStreamSource" ft="{"type":26}"><a href="https://www.facebook.com/permalink.php?story_fbid=235315933155856&id=1454237741"><abbr title="Saturday, July 9, 2011 at 10:20pm" date="Sat, 09 Jul 2011 19:20:02 -0700" class="timestamp"><br /></abbr></a></span></span></div></div></form>KMaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04359800799114686974noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798854114537033674.post-53552249594501957972011-06-05T12:13:00.021-04:002011-07-09T01:28:31.987-04:00Passengers From the Past!<span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">After retirement I just can not remember all the celebrities I've served onboard. Here are some of them...<br /></span></span></span><br /><p> </p><p>Adrian Pasdar</p><p>Adrienne Barbeau</p><p>Aida Tuturo</p><p>Alan Arkin</p><p>Alan Thicke</p><p>Alicia Silverstone</p><p>Alissa Milano</p><p>Alyson Hannigan</p><p>Alfre' Woodward</p><p>Andie McDowell</p><p>Andy Richter</p><p>Annabeth Gish</p><p>Annie Potts</p><p>Ann Coulter</p><p>Amber Tiffany Thiesen</p><p>Amy Madigan</p><p>Artie Lang</p><p>Attallah Shabazz</p><p><br /></p><p> </p><p>Babara Bush</p><p>Babyface</p><p>Barry Newman</p><p>BB King</p><p>Bea Arthur</p><p>Bella Abzug</p><p>Ben Vereen</p><p>Bernadette Peters</p><p>Betty Friedan<br /></p><p>Bill Cosby</p><p>Bill Hadar</p><p>Billy Davis</p><p>Billy Preston</p><p>Bill Murray</p><p>BJ Thomas</p><p>Bobby Brown</p><p>Bobby Jones</p><p>Bo Derrick</p><p>Boy George O'Dowd</p><p>Brandy Roderick<br /></p><p>Brian McKnight</p><p>Brittany Murphy</p><p>Broderick Crawford</p><p>Brynn Thayer</p><p>Buck Owens</p><p>Burt Bacharach</p><p><br /></p><p>Candice Bergen</p><p>Carl Lewis</p><p>Carmen Electra</p><p>Carmine Gianovazono</p><p>Carol Kane</p><p>Chaka Khan</p><p>Char</p><p>Chad Lowe</p><p>Chandra Wilson</p><p>Charlotte Rae</p><p>Chaz Bono</p><p>Cheryl Tiegs</p><p>Chris Rock</p><p>Chris O'Donnell</p><p>Christy Turlington</p><p>Connie Selleca</p><p> </p><p><br /></p><p>Dale Evans</p><p>David Brenner</p><p>David Brown</p><p>David Caradine</p><p>Deborah Harry</p><p>Delta Burke</p><p>Dee Wallace</p><p>Dennis Farina<br /></p><p>Diahnn Carrol</p><p>Dion</p><p>Dionne Warwick</p><p>Dixie Carter</p><p>Donna Summer</p><p>Dottie West</p><p>Drew Carey</p><p>Dr Christiane Northrup</p><p>Dr Joyce Brothers</p><p> </p><p><br /></p><p>Eartha Kitt</p><p>Edie Falco</p><p>Emilou Harris</p><p>Emily Proctor</p><p>Eric Estrada</p><p>Eva LaRue</p><p>Evan Handle</p><p>Eve</p><p> </p><p><br /></p><p>Faith Evans</p><p>Faye Dunaway</p><p>Florence Henderson</p><p>Frankie Valli</p><p>Frank Sinatra Jr</p><p>50 Cents</p><p> </p><p><br /></p><p>Gail King</p><p>Garrett Morris</p><p>George Wendt</p><p>Gina Gershon</p><p>Gena Lee Nolan</p><p>George Jones</p><p>Gerald McRainey</p><p>Geraldo Rivera</p><p>Gloria Steinam</p><p>Gloria Reuben<br /></p><p>Golden Brooks</p><p>Gwen Verdon</p><p> </p><p><br /></p><p>Harry Belafonte<br /></p><p>Harry Hamlin<br /></p><p>Hayden Panitierre</p><p>Helen Gurley Brown</p><p>Holly Hunter</p><p> </p><p><br /></p><p>Ice T</p><p> </p><p><br /></p><p>Jack Benny</p><p>Jackie Mason</p><p>Jacob Dillon</p><p>Jamie Lynn Siegler</p><p>James Baldwin</p><p>James Olmos</p><p>Jane Krakowski</p><p>Jane Meadows</p><p>Jason Patric</p><p>Jennifer Lewis</p><p>Jennifer O'Neil</p><p>Jerry Lewis</p><p>Jean Smart</p><p>Jessie Jackson</p><p>Jessie James</p><p>Johnny Cochran</p><p>Jill Larsen<br /></p><p>Jill Scott</p><p>Jim Belushi</p><p>Jimmy Fallon</p><p>Joan Collins</p><p>Joan Rivers</p><p>JoAnna Kerns</p><p>John Cusack</p><p>John Derrick</p><p>John Forgerty</p><p>John Shuck (mcmillon/wife)</p><p>John Tesh</p><p>John Edwards psycic</p><p>Jolie Fisher</p><p>Jolie Gabor</p><p>Jon Bon Jovi</p><p>Jon Lovitz</p><p>Joyce DeWitt</p><p>Judge Christina Milian</p><p>Julia Childs<br /></p><p>Julie Wilson</p><p>Justine Simmons<br /></p><p> </p><p><br /></p><p>Kate Winslet</p><p>Kathy Kinney</p><p>KD Lang</p><p>Karl Malden</p><p>Kelly McGillis</p><p>Kelly Rowland</p><p>Kristen Bell</p><p>Kristy Turlington</p><p> </p><p><br /></p><p>Laurence Fishburn</p><p>Lee Meriwether</p><p>Liev Schriber</p><p>Little Kim</p><p>Loretta Divine</p><p>Loretta Switt</p><p>Louise Mandrell</p><p>Lou Rawls</p><p>Lynn Sherr</p><p> </p><p><br /></p><p>MacKenzie Phillips</p><p>Mandy Moore</p><p>Mathew St Patrick<br /></p><p>Marissa Tomei'</p><p>Marlee Matlin</p><p>Marilyn McCoo</p><p>Martin Mull</p><p>Marcia Gay Harden</p><p>Mary Higgins Clarke<br /></p><p>Mathew Knowles</p><p>Mariel Hemmingway</p><p>Marishka Hargity</p><p>Marlo Thomas</p><p>Mark Stienes</p><p>Mary Gross</p><p>Mathew Cowell (baranski husband)</p><p>Mellisa Joan 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Williams</p><p>Wesley Snipes</p><p>Whitney Houston</p><p>William Hurt</p><p>Willie Garson</p><p>Will Farrell</p><p>Wycliff Jean</p><p>Wynonna Judd</p><p><br /></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p>KMaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04359800799114686974noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798854114537033674.post-88099220592122705622011-05-25T23:48:00.003-04:002011-05-26T00:19:19.438-04:00Damn, I'm 64!!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tP1eHRKJlZA/Td3UuglVU7I/AAAAAAAAAIU/Uh9vmm01e-8/s1600/Photo%2B413.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tP1eHRKJlZA/Td3UuglVU7I/AAAAAAAAAIU/Uh9vmm01e-8/s400/Photo%2B413.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610874606259098546" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">May 24th is my favorite day!<br />Because we were adopted,<br />my Mother always made sure<br />that my brother's & MY birthday<br />was the most special day of the year!<br /><br />Gotta give to to her,<br />she went all out each time,<br />& really made us happy on these days!<br /><br />His is June 12th,<br />And we never fail to call each other<br />& reminisce on Mother's gigantic efforts -<br />while subconsciously<br />carrying on the tradition<br />of showing the other we choose us!<br /><br />Anyway,<br />Tue May 24th I turned 64!<br /><br />I felt excited & happy!<br />Not everybody GETS to be 64, you know?!<br /><br />I didn't chide myself<br />for becoming old, fat & dumpy...<br /><br />I can walk,<br />talk,<br />feed myself (uh- OBVIOUSLY,)<br />think in my right mind,<br />(usually...)<br /><br />Heck - I am glorious!<br /><br />Doris had a big butterfly balloon,<br />& 3 smaller balloons for me!<br />(love them!)<br />- 3 wonderful cards,<br />& beautiful flowers!<br />Went out for a quiet dinner<br />@ The Olive Garden,<br />then home<br />for the finale of Dancing With the Stars!<br /><br />I felt HAPPY<br />& at peace all day.<br /><br />What Me Worry?<br />We are BLESSED.<br /><br />Retirement makes us giddy<br />& birthdays are now<br />just another wonderful day<br />to remind us how lucky we are<br />to have our lives together!<br /><br />Another time<br />I shall write about feeling disgruntled<br />about the bitch of aging (un)gracefully.<br />But mercifully not tonight!<br />.<br /></span></span></span>KMaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04359800799114686974noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798854114537033674.post-75241432214487170162011-04-30T23:08:00.009-04:002011-05-01T00:23:44.012-04:00The Last day of April<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ylGSUIa3kzM/TbzgQiXaPEI/AAAAAAAAAIM/bcrYDWB37k8/s1600/Photo%2B389.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ylGSUIa3kzM/TbzgQiXaPEI/AAAAAAAAAIM/bcrYDWB37k8/s400/Photo%2B389.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601598611249577026" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Finally!<br />It's (a bit) warmer,<br />grass is green,<br />flowers are <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">poppin</span></span>',<br />trees are getting their leaves.<br />Alleluia & <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">thankya</span></span> Jesus!!!<br /><br />It is looking like spring, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"><br />altho</span></span>' it still rains constantly<br />and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">gets</span> cold enough for sweatshirts & jackets.<br /><br />I really don't think there will BE<br />a spring this year,<br />one day we'll just wake up<br />& it will be blisteringly HOT.<br /><br />This was the WORST winter ever.<br />It sucked.<br /><br />God how I wish I lived in LA again.<br />But then, that was back in '68<br />when it was truly beautiful<br />& seemingly glamorous!<br /><br />I was SO lucky to experience<br />a slice of life there then!<br />Still a virgin, tucked into a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">cocoon</span><br />of my parental family gorgeous home<br />up in the hills of Santa Ana/<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Tustin</span></span><br />in Orange County!<br /><br />Beautiful <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">eucalyptus</span> & palm trees,<br />a small, graceful swimming pool in the back yard<br />& a fabulous view of El <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Toro</span></span> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">AFB</span>, with<br />trees & a distant lake<br />with <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">sparkling</span> lights<br />miles off the back yard's cliff's vista!<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Ahhh</span></span> those were the days,<br />if only I had know it.<br /><br />Joni Mitchell was right,<br />"You just NEVER know what you got till it's gone."<br />No matter where I lived it's been like that,<br />and satisfaction <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">eluded</span> me...<br />all I ever wanted to do was<br />LEAVE & go to the next "mecca."<br /><br />Except maybe for NYC!!!!<br />Turned native<br />the first minute<br />I stepped out on the streets<br />& KNEW<br />that was where I belonged!!<br />Yes, Bright Lights Big City,<br />being <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">anonymous</span><br />in the thundering crowds,<br />Totally seductive!!!<br /><br />GOD it was exciting,<br />a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">smorgasbord</span> of thrills & experiences,<br />new friends,<br />new flying job,<br />new adult life,<br />sex drugs & discos!<br /><br />And there I stayed for 27 years<br />where I fell in & out of love,<br />got my heart broken 4 or more times,<br />lost count...<br />became a pot & cocaine addict,<br />came out,<br />got sober &<br />grew up.<br /><br />The energy there was ELECTRIC<br />& I LOVED it.<br /><br />But when my tiny studio apt rent<br />went up to $1000/mo<br />I finally relented,<br />went house shopping with my dear Lover<br />& moved to NJ 17 years ago.<br /><br />So here I sit,<br />now retired from a hard working job,<br />and joyful I'm still alive to tell the tale!<br /><br />Life is really wonderful<br />so shouldn't I be satisfied<br />and just "bloom where I am planted?"<br /><br />It's just those Damn WINTERS.<br />What can I tell ya?<br />.<br /></span></span></span>KMaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04359800799114686974noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798854114537033674.post-46893844624860258082011-04-18T00:08:00.002-04:002011-04-18T00:14:18.892-04:00I Am a Gut Butt<span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Worked out hard at the gym today.<br />Elliptical 30 min<br />Machines 20 min<br />100 sit ups<br />21 laps in the pool.<br /><br />Damn all those pancakes I gobbled down for TWO <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">effin</span>' days.<br />I have gain 2 more lbs. So I gotta try to WORK it off before weigh-in @ <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">ww</span> on wed.<br />I love pancakes & maple syrup.<br />I am such a FUCKING food addict.<br /><br />I gotta get <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">recommitted</span> & strict. <br />Damn Damn Damn.<br /><br /></span></span></span>KMaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04359800799114686974noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798854114537033674.post-66791988261170323132011-04-09T02:13:00.012-04:002011-04-09T09:38:50.523-04:00I'm a FOOL for Retirement!!!<span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Apr 1st was my one year retirement anniversary!<br />April Fools day - I was a fool for not leaving @ 60<br />& trying to wait for social security @ 65<br />Hence having to basically "quit"<br />Because I had become injured,<br />Couldn't walk with heel spurs<br />& major hip pain.<br /><br />Yep Yep got old before my time...<br />creak creak.<br /><br />I was deliriously ecstatic last year<br />When MY time finally came<br />To STOP:<br /><br />The madness<br /><br />The STRESS<br /><br />The insanely physical (over)work<br /><br />Turbulence<br /><br />Terrorism alerts<br /><br />Cleaning vomit<br />& other bodily fluids<br /><br />Defibulators & oxygen<br /><br />MMR CCC<br /><br />The sleepless nights -<br />Worrying about next day sign-ins<br /><br />Less pay for harder days<br /><br />Divas & Dumbasses<br /><br />Wake-up calls 3hrs earlier just to have<br />Time to load on the (kabuki)make-up & War paint<br />To try to hide<br />My Drooping<br />Aging<br />Face<br /><br />Charging 900 mph up & down the aisles<br />Day in & day out<br /><br />Kissing Ass(es)<br /><br />Pleasing Psgrs<br /><br />And pilots<br /><br />And other FA's<br /><br />And working with other not as professional FA's<br />(ie lazy buttholes who didn't want to work)<br /><br />Having to leave home<br /><br />Missing Doris<br /><br />and Most of all<br />Not being appreciated<br />While fearing getting fired.<br /><br />42 years of all that-<br />Truly amazing.<br />No wonder I was such a bitch!<br /><br />And now that I've chilled.......<br />Life is Sweet!<br />And so is SLEEP!!!<br /><br />Peace be mine.<br /><br />Freedom!<br />Thy name is delirium.<br />...So wonderful.<br />SO blessed.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span></span>KMaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04359800799114686974noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798854114537033674.post-19536423371699147412011-03-13T13:27:00.009-04:002011-03-13T14:21:30.561-04:00New Glasses!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4I8ZvRK-EVg/TXz_gf9gACI/AAAAAAAAAIE/f0FYWIDlD1U/s1600/Photo%2B381.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4I8ZvRK-EVg/TXz_gf9gACI/AAAAAAAAAIE/f0FYWIDlD1U/s400/Photo%2B381.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583618571832918050" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g6qY6DVXzj8/TXz_OxCg02I/AAAAAAAAAH8/I9ZorubB5i0/s1600/Photo%2B377.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g6qY6DVXzj8/TXz_OxCg02I/AAAAAAAAAH8/I9ZorubB5i0/s400/Photo%2B377.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583618267179701090" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B7TFOuejZtA/TXz-4iXqV0I/AAAAAAAAAH0/I83p58zzlGg/s1600/Photo%2B371.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B7TFOuejZtA/TXz-4iXqV0I/AAAAAAAAAH0/I83p58zzlGg/s400/Photo%2B371.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583617885284751170" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />New glasses.... whatever...<br />Always gotta get used to them.<br />Would never want to be 20 again...<br />But sure would like<br />To LOOK how I did then!<br /><br />Would actually love to look 30 or 40, even!<br />The 50's and getting used to the 'PAUSE'<br />Totally took it out of me.<br /><br />Now I have to try settling into the<br />More mature me in my 60's.<br />Love the 60's,<br />But looking like this ain't so easy<br />For one who used to always look fabulous...<br /><br />I think it is harder on D<br />Since she has to actually see me everyday<br />As the mature version<br />Of the glamorous Babe<br />She fell in love with.<br />She is still keeping up her gorgeousness-<br />Makeup, divine clothes & shoes,<br />Still with the flare of a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">moviestar</span>!<br /><br />Me...<br />Since retiring I have let go -<br />No makeup,<br />Sweats & jeans,<br />Huge <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">teeshirts</span> &<br />Running shoes I SIT around in, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">haha</span>.<br />To me it is True freedom!<br /><br />But let's face it -<br />I look like shit.<br />Really OLD.<br />Older than I feel -<br />And I do feel old.<br />I've gotten frumpy.<br /><br />Okay then SO...<br />I have rejoined Curves<br />So I shall start moving more -<br />Even if only for those 30 minutes a day.<br />I am amazed at<br />how much better I feel &<br />how much more stamina I have now!<br />Pretty exciting.<br />Even tho I HATE going.<br /><br />Would rather just not move<br />Lay around<br />Watch TV<br />And sleep.<br />I AM still tired after all.<br /><br />Well YOU try & fly overtime every month<br />For 42 fucking years<br />And just see if YOU<br />Don't have terminal jet lag.<br /><br />I have only been able<br />To get myself to the gym<br />To work out once a week.<br />So adding Curves<br />Back to the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">equation</span> seems<br />To be helping!<br /><br />Hope to stop <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">yoyo</span>-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">ing</span><br />With my damn weight.<br />Need to loose 50 lbs &<br />Maybe my gross <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">jowls</span> will go down.<br /><br />Aiming for dropping 15 lbs by summer.<br />At least I'm on a better path now.<br />.<br /></span></span></span>KMaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04359800799114686974noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798854114537033674.post-58703670940479763272011-03-06T11:38:00.004-05:002011-03-06T13:15:41.624-05:00I'm Sad.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AKMI6B47JVE/TXPPPx5Cd0I/AAAAAAAAAHs/7ghJqA6SL60/s1600/Photo%2B365.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AKMI6B47JVE/TXPPPx5Cd0I/AAAAAAAAAHs/7ghJqA6SL60/s400/Photo%2B365.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581032233239738178" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ddRZwQJFyZI/TXPOpqKF1NI/AAAAAAAAAHk/afDitBekQRg/s1600/Photo%2B363.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ddRZwQJFyZI/TXPOpqKF1NI/AAAAAAAAAHk/afDitBekQRg/s400/Photo%2B363.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581031578328749266" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">This will be boring, I am writing it down just to get it out.<br /><br />D & I just went to Sis' house (her beloved sister who passed away about a month ago) to pick up some clothes. Her husband didn't want me to come in saying he wanted FAMILY only.<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">okaaaaay</span>.... (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">wtf</span>?) (we've been together for 29yrs but whatever.)<br /><br />So I'm on the front steps & can HEAR him SCREAMING at the top of his lungs inside, ranting & raving about ME... huh????<br />He had heard I had come into some money & had said "don't tell Sis" & somebody told her & that had hurt her feelings SO bad. He was FURIOUS I had hurt his wife. (Like his decades of fucking around with his mistress didn't break her heart.)<br /><br />Say WHAT?? When did I ever come into any money???<br />And WHY would I even say something like that if I did?<br />Sis had always been generous to me, as was her daughter & husband. Buying me dinners & having me over for holiday dinners. Each <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">xmas</span> I put together 10 huge picture albums for each family members that cost Thousands of $$$ to show my appreciation. It <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">chronicled</span> all the kids & <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">grandkids</span> growing up & is something they shall have for decades to come when everyone is old & gray. Also I did often pay for sis' dinners when she went out to eat with Doris & I.<br /><br />So I was in shock to hear this & asked D what the hell he said - I has gone to sit in the car cause it was cold - she replied she <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">didnt</span> know, she just sat there on the couch staring at him until he <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">cooled</span> down & that he is crazy. (He DOES blather on these days.)<br /><br />I wracked my mind trying to remember what or when I could have said or done this. Sis had been cold to me for quite a few years now, but I had <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">ThOUGHT</span> it was because I never told her that her husband had been having an affair. It had hurt MY feelings that we no longer seemed close. But I just blew it off because what could <span style="font-style: italic;">I</span> do.<br /><br />Finally I called an 80yr old cousin that was close to sis & D & asked if sis had ever said this to her?<br /><br />SHE SAID YES, that Sis had told her & that it had really hurt her feelings. Say WHA????? Now I was REALLY <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">baffled</span> because I have NO memory or CLUE of this, Plus NOW I felt really bad I had done something to hurt Sis. FUCK. Why hadn't <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">SOMEone</span> said something so it could have all been cleared up &/or I could have apologized??<br /><br />So now I'm trying to figure it out. Like MAYBE I had gotten a tax refund & joked to D 'don't tell Sis' (but WHY would I have done that?) & then Doris told her what I said. That's ALL I can think of.<br /><br />You see Sis was D's big confidant. And Doris must have bitched to Sis about EVERYTHING that bugged her about me. Which is plenty. And D was PROUD to have taken Sis out to eat so often (her husband had CUT HER OFF after Sis had gone out & spent ALL his money (Thousands & thousands) - everything in his savings - she was so pissed about his "whore" on the side.) He even didn't get her another car when her Lexus lease was up so D had to take her everywhere.<br /><br />So I think Doris did it, - even tho' she is acting like she has no idea and what the hell is going on here. I am SO furious AND hurt that she felt a need to say something like this to make herself seem to Sis that D is the only one who cared SO much about sis that she would spend all her money taking care of her.<br /><br />No wonder Sis was so cold to me in the end.<br /><br />Well I want to explode & scream at D, BUT she has bad blood pressure & is already so depressed, down & out the Sis is DEAD. She has nobody to bitch to anymore. And I do know she loved & treasured her SO dearly. Probably more than me if I want to be real about it. She is having a HARD time dealing with the lonliness of not having her favorite sister.<br /><br />So I shall just have to swallow the disappointment & feelings of betrayal. In the end I suppose it's not that important.<br />In fact it seems so stupid.<br /><br />I always am over-complaining about being broke & not having enough money. D & Sis thought I was always being petty & ridiculous to talk about it so much & also tell everybody. Yet & STILL they are the money fuck-ups & MONEY has always meant the MOST to them. And I feel pretty sure that Doris would not be with me & put up with all my shit if I weren't able to pay for so much & spend money on HER. I HAVE always tried to take good care of her & make no mistake about it Doris IS expensive.<br /><br />So anyway. What the fuck ever. That is where I am today. Guess we'll all get over this sooner or later. Guess I'll try for sooner.<br /><br />Where is my antidepressant?<br />.<br /></span></span></span>KMaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04359800799114686974noreply@blogger.com2