How in the heck did we get to the end of April already? These weeks are flying by way to quickly for my liking. As much as we all have been looking forward to Spring and warmer weather, I can’t believe it will be May in less than a week. We've had wind, rain and chilly weather for a while now. If Spring does officially show up...it won't be visiting long before Summer shoves her way in with her hot, sweaty hands. I’ll probably be grouching about the weather being too hot then. Is that how everyone feels…or is it just me getting older?
That being said...the weather was really very balmy and pleasant for Easter; and we had a nice quiet day…how about you? No one wanted ham, so I made a small turkey…12 pounder. I think that’s the smallest turkey I’ve ever made; but there were only four of us and it was either that little guy or a 20 pounder available at the store I went to. I guess turkeys aren’t in such big demand at Easter time. I’m so use to making bigger birds that I hesitated getting the smaller one; but my daughter said it would be plenty. Of course I was harassed by said daughter and everyone else all day, “I don’t know Mom, hope that’s enough turkey for all of us.” Yeah, haha very funny....but secretly I thought maybe I should have opted for the bigger one anyway. Everyone loves to take home goodies. I didn’t have a whole lot of leftovers in the turkey department, but sent Jen and Dan home with some…and Joe will eat what’s here when he comes over on his days off. Plenty of food, believe me....I'm just paranoid.
Jen made a spice cake and some maple cookies…with maple frosting to boot. Oh yeah, just what I needed. What diet? Actually I think we all were pretty good considering each of us kept it to only one serving. None of us wanted to be stuffed and in agony for the rest of the day…and especially during our poker game.
Hey, I won three dollars. Whoo-wee! You can tell we don’t play for big stakes, can’t you? Usually we each put in $10. It’s rare that any of us loses the whole $10; and it’s very rare that someone wins more than $10 for the whole night. Our poker games are more for fun and laughs than anything; albeit we all play with a competitive spirit. We’re all too silly to really care if we win or lose.
We wrapped the night up early since everyone but me had to get up and go to work in the morning. You know…I really don’t miss that part of having a job; besides, I don’t think my body would cooperate with a ‘real’ work schedule anymore. I could barely make it upstairs after a long day. Hope your day was really nice….however you spent it. Have a good week everyone. ~Joy
I had a cat when I was a kid. I named her Tiger because of her beautiful black, gray and white striping...with a little brown thrown in. She was just a kitten when I happened upon her during one of my meanderings through our little town. I wasn't so sure my mom would be very receptive to letting me keep little Tiger; but I brought her home anyway. For what ever reason, my mom acquiesced and agreed to let me keep her; but only if she stayed in the basement. Hey, I didn't even expect that much. Even as a kid I knew my mom would not be able to handle having a little critter roaming through her fanatically cleaned house to do whatever damage in God's name critters do. So Tiger and I hung out downstairs, snuggled and played for hours on end, and became best buddies.
Occasionally my mom would moan and groan about having Tiger reside downstairs and scaring the hell out of her...jumping out of nowhere on her way to do laundry or bringing her some food; but still in disbelief of my good luck, I thought things were going swimmingly.
I don't remember exactly when it was...maybe several months, maybe a year later; but Tiger suddenly went missing....left the premises. My mom swore she opened the basement door and Tiger ran out past her before she could stop her...never to return. Uh-huh...I never did think that was an accurate account of what really happened; but I was a kid and what recourse did I have but to accept my mom's version. I looked all over the neighborhood for my little buddy, but never found her. My mom looked much too contented to my liking about the prospect of not having my furry friend around; which only confirmed my suspicion that she played a lot bigger role in Tiger's disappearance than she would ever admit. As much as I love to play with kittens, I've never owned another one since. I often wonder if my mom didn't pass along some of her 'anti-pet tolerance' genes on to me. If so, I'd like to pass them back.
Regardless of whether you are a cat lover or not..... Enjoy!
Is it true what they say? You are either a dog lover or a cat lover...but rarely both. I love both kitties and puppies, but I don't own either one....I suppose that makes a big difference and disqualifies me from any real knowledge of the 'cat vs. dog' debate.Have a great day everyone. ~Joy xo
Hmmm, what’s new in my fairly humdrum life? Isn’t it sad when you have to really rack your brain to come up with something to post that you hope won’t completely bore the hell out of any blogging friends who might stop by? I seem to find myself in this position more and more these days. My kids live much more interesting lives than I do….thank God. I guess I’ll have to live vicariously through them to get my required dose of excitement to keep me going every day.
Let’s see what tidbits I’ve got to share with you dear readers…..
Well, I think I broke the baby toe on my left foot. Apparently I can’t be trusted going barefoot anymore….or maybe I should be banned from doing anything that even remotely resembles housework. ( I think I could handle that since I’ve already honed house cleaning chores down to a fraction of what I use to do.) I was just fixing the sheets and covers on my bed when I stubbed my foot on the desk across from my bed. Yeah it hurt, but it didn’t seem like anything I hadn’t done numerous times before. It was a little sore, and I immediately thought about tapping the stubbed toe to the next one; which is really the only thing you can do for a fractured toe…if in fact it WAS fractured. And although it seemed to be getting a lovely black and blue hue to it and was kind of tender, I wasn't totally convinced it was actually broken since I could move it up and down with minimal pain. Years ago I broke my little toe in very much the same way….and I seem to remember a lot more discomfort involved. For all I know this could just be a bad bruise. Anyhooo, I’ve still got it taped and it really doesn’t bother me much....so I'm just dealing with it.
My daughter, Jory, was in town on business for BlogHer. It was such a short trip, but we managed to find some time to sit and chat. Believe me, there have been visits where we don’t even get the chance to do much of that. She was in for one day and back out again on her way to Atlanta for a day. The night she came in we did manage to talk to baby Olive and her dad through the Skype hook-up on Jory’s computer.
Liv wasn’t sure where our voices came from; but when she saw our faces on the screen she was so smiley. During my chat with her, she smiled; but then lost focus and attacked daddy’s face with her mouth….several times. Of course I loved every minute of it. When Jory’s face showed up on the screen Liv got so excited and happy that she tried several times to get to the screen to touch her. (Hard concept for a baby: ‘I see my Mommy and I hear my Mommy; but where is my Mommy?’) Her smile turned to tears when she realized Mommy wasn’t really there to touch.
Ohhhh, Jory and I felt kind of bad; but Jess made it better pretty quickly. He’s such a great Dad; and Jory's so grateful for that...it makes it so much more tolerable when she has to travel and is away from her babe.
Short and sweet visit….and I miss her already.
My daughter, Julie, spoke about her book…The Madame Curie Complex at Brandeis University in Waltham, Mass….just a few miles outside of Boston. ‘Women in science’ was the topic of discussion, and there were many women scientists in the audience. It was a wonderful session, and Julie really enjoyed the conversation with the attendees that ensued afterward. She’s been doing some of these speaking engagements from time to time and is also writing some articles and book chapters on the subject.
My son, Joe, doesn’t have to work on Easter at the police department…so I think I’ll be having dinner at my house. It will only be Jenna, Dan, Joe and I….just the four of us.... but I’ll be making a turkey because that’s what everyone wants. Oh how different some holidays have become at my house. I don’t even put up decorations for Easter anymore. I use to decorate for EVERY holiday…but not these days. (Unless of course my grandkids are in town.) I’m still a Xmas decorating freak; but that’s about it. Yep, we’ll have our Easter turkey and probably play poker afterward. So traditional, huh?Hey, it works for us.
Take care everyone….enjoy your little slice of life... Love and hugs, Joy
I was reading an article in the newspaper that I’m sure won’t be a surprise to anyone. According to a survey….’Men tend to avoid doctors.’ WOW! What a shock. I don’t know about you, but I’ve lived with men all my life who hated going to doctors….and rarely did.
My dad was the first example I had….and then my husband. They both were horrible about seeking medical advice and going for any kind of check-up. In fact, my husband was notorious for diagnosing any health issue and became his own doctor....until of course, he had no choice. My brother hates going to doctors, but at least he manages to get things checked out if he needs to. Hey, it’s not just men either….I’m hardly a good example of ‘the perfect preventative patient.’ I’ve never liked doctor visits since I was a little kid, and I've written about it numerous times. One of the earliest times I wrote about was here. But, I digress.
The survey said almost half of men 18 to 50 don’t have a primary-care physician, and a third haven’t had a checkup in more than a year. Gee, I’ve been guilty of that many times.
About 40 percent of men in their 40’s have never had their cholesterol tested, and 70 percent have never had a prostate exam, according to the national survey of 519 men commissioned by Esquire magazine.
As long as I can remember…it’s always been a stereotype about men 'that they don’t like to go to the doctor and they would rather just go when there’s a problem.' From my personal view….it’s a stereotype for a reason; because it’s true. I know there are many, many men who don’t fit this stereotype and take good care of themselves with regular check-ups, etc. I just don’t personally know any of them. And….I know quite a few women who are just as delinquent in their doctor visits.
My visits fluctuate in regularity. I do go and have my blood pressure, cholesterol, etc checked-out on a pretty regular basis; but I fall short when it comes to yearly physicals. And to be honest with you, I have to make those appointments with the doctor in order to get my prescriptions refilled. So I guess I basically fall more into the ‘going if something’s bothering me’ category. I know a lot of people like me…good or bad….it is what it is. I’m pretty sure insurance coverage issues have a lot to do with it for many people….as if just going wasn’t painful enough.
Some other findings of the survey for men:
~75 percent say they get sick one to three times a year.
~89 percent say they could stand to lose at least 20 pounds.
~5 percent of men say they eat fast food every day; 57 percent say one to three times a week; 33 percent once a month or less, and 6 percent never.
~19 percent say they work out daily; 34 percent say two to three times a week, and 10 percent never.
I’m afraid I wouldn’t have fared well on this survey…especially the needing to lose weight and the working-out parts. There are surveys for everything…too damn many of them.How about a survey for ‘People who are confused, tired, and don’t want to be reminded of all the bad things they are doing in their lives?' I’d probably do well on that one. Happy Weekend everyone! ~Joy