Tuesday, July 24, 2012
A House vs. A Home
I'm a girl so I like pretty things just as much as the next girl. But too pretty is not for me. I think I still have some tomboy in me. I do remember ex never liked froo-froo bedroom set so we always had a neutral comforter. As soon as I was on my own, I bought a froo froo girlie flowerly comforter set and it felt so good.
I do like matching things for somethings. I will never ever have matching towels in my bathroom. They are all random colors and sizes. God forbid I ever get a monogrammed towel! Who needs their initials on the towel they wipe their wet body off with? I don't have matching plates either. I standby my Corell plates that are mismatched. I spent so much money when I was young on Princess House thinking I would need a certain wine glass, water goblet or champagne flutes. Who the hell uses a water "GOBLET"? It's called a frickin glass! LOL
My couch is nothing to look at with Brier stains all over it. He wipes his face on edge of couch like a cat. I do love the two recliners on either end. I also love the fact that the back three cushions come off making it very easy to move the couch. Worcester-NewBedford- Westport-Storage-PageSt.-Spartanburg-Moore. Wow just typed that and didn't realize that couched has moved seven times.
I also am not a slave to cleaning or have OCD like my sister Maureen or my friend Coco. I can live with dirt on the floor just not in clumps. I can stand seeing socks on the floor sitting next to a laundry basket. I do laundry often enough that they probably will only be on the floor for two days. Maureen did show me how to organize my closet by color. I do have all my clothes by color in my closet and all my pants are together, dresses and winter jackets. My pantie drawer is also very neat. I have the granny panties in one pile, my sexy ones in another pile, and my everyday Warner ones up front. They are not color coded!
My house is a home I believe because of all the mismatched things and for not being pristine super clean. Sometimes I am afraid to get a crumb left on the counter at Maureen's. And being my big sister, she would probably yell at me. LOL (just kidding Moe!) I like being able to go in a house, kick off my shoes and plop down on a couch knowing I can relax. I love my sister-in-law Sandy's house for that. Her house is a home. She might be embarrassed at times with piles of clothes, magazines or shoes hanging around. I like it! It feels like someone lives there.
Don't get me wrong...I like clean things too. I look at the pictures of Log Homes in catalogs and wish I lived there. Yes I would have everyone take their shoes off at the door. LOL but other than that...I would want everyone to feel comfortable in my home.
I do like matching things for somethings. I will never ever have matching towels in my bathroom. They are all random colors and sizes. God forbid I ever get a monogrammed towel! Who needs their initials on the towel they wipe their wet body off with? I don't have matching plates either. I standby my Corell plates that are mismatched. I spent so much money when I was young on Princess House thinking I would need a certain wine glass, water goblet or champagne flutes. Who the hell uses a water "GOBLET"? It's called a frickin glass! LOL
My couch is nothing to look at with Brier stains all over it. He wipes his face on edge of couch like a cat. I do love the two recliners on either end. I also love the fact that the back three cushions come off making it very easy to move the couch. Worcester-NewBedford- Westport-Storage-PageSt.-Spartanburg-Moore. Wow just typed that and didn't realize that couched has moved seven times.
I also am not a slave to cleaning or have OCD like my sister Maureen or my friend Coco. I can live with dirt on the floor just not in clumps. I can stand seeing socks on the floor sitting next to a laundry basket. I do laundry often enough that they probably will only be on the floor for two days. Maureen did show me how to organize my closet by color. I do have all my clothes by color in my closet and all my pants are together, dresses and winter jackets. My pantie drawer is also very neat. I have the granny panties in one pile, my sexy ones in another pile, and my everyday Warner ones up front. They are not color coded!
My house is a home I believe because of all the mismatched things and for not being pristine super clean. Sometimes I am afraid to get a crumb left on the counter at Maureen's. And being my big sister, she would probably yell at me. LOL (just kidding Moe!) I like being able to go in a house, kick off my shoes and plop down on a couch knowing I can relax. I love my sister-in-law Sandy's house for that. Her house is a home. She might be embarrassed at times with piles of clothes, magazines or shoes hanging around. I like it! It feels like someone lives there.
Don't get me wrong...I like clean things too. I look at the pictures of Log Homes in catalogs and wish I lived there. Yes I would have everyone take their shoes off at the door. LOL but other than that...I would want everyone to feel comfortable in my home.
Tuesday, July 3, 2012
Heat Stroke & Panic Attacks
Tempertures around my part of South Carolina have been over 100 degrees for a few days. I have tried to keep myself indoors as much as possible but did find myself doing a PGR mission on Sunday, 6/30 for PFC Brad Thomas of Easley. I find when the temperatures rise, people are different. Some people are more angry and miserable based upon the uncomfortable temperatures. Other people, like me, try to keep my cool by drinking plenty of fluids, not overextering myself and monitoring my own health. I did help my friends Jessica Stokes and Edina Teague move on Friday. The three of us moved in a UHaul and the bank sign said 101 degrees. So I guess I did overextert myself but it was to help friends. For the PGR mission I was standing in the shade and they had the air conditioned church open so we could cool off. Plus I figure this soldier stood in 100+ temperatures defending my freedom, it was the least I could do to pay honor and respect to him.
I remember having heat stroke after walking a March of Dimes walk. I was probably about 11 years old and Mom let me walk it with my friends. I was in the New Bedford Armory (yes it is haunted) and I had just called her to come pick me up. I remember being on the payphone and seeing that everyone looked black with shadow white outline. Next thing I knew I was on a army cot with my feet up in the air and a cool cloth over my forehead. The army guy was talking to me but I wasn't sure where I was. I finally figured out that I had fainted. Mom was there immediately and before I knew it was at home being taken care of by the best nurse in the whole wide world= MOM. She told me years later that it was a heat stroke since I passed out cold and not just fainted. My body temperature was too high.
A few years ago I was at golf range shooting some balls around noontime on a hot summer day here in Spartanburg. I got the feel I was overheating which caused me to start shallow breathing and then that led to a panic attack. I am so lucky Rick was there telling me to "calm down" and put my arms up over my head (to open my breathing) and take long slow breathes. It worked and made my panic attack go away but it scared me. This was my second panic attack. The first one was a doozie and didn't even know it was a panic attack. I had just gotten to AT&T in Fairhaven to work and I wasn't feeling good. I went to the ladies room to cool my face and try to get some relief. Looking back now, I did have shortness of breathe but don't remember much other than the flush feeling of faint. I woke up to hear my cousin Kellie talking to me. She worked at AT&T with me and when someone found me on bathroom floor, they called a manager. The manager then sent for Kellie since they knew we were related. Kellie went to my Mom's house and got her to meet me at Emergency room where the ambulance was taking me. I remember the EMT kept trying to get me to open my eyes but I couldn't. He said he had one brown eye and one blue one and if I opened my eyes I would see them. I tried..but my eyes wouldn't open and I still couldn't talk. I got to ER and Mom was there. I felt her big man hand in mine. Now that is not an insult. Mom was a large boned woman who wore mens rings, bracelets and size 12 shoes. Her hands were not a typical female hands. She had man hands but they were my Mom's. Something so soothing to feel her hand on mine. I kept saying BC BC BC over and over again. No one knew why I was saying that. Finally a ER doctor came in and my sister Janet, who was working up on Shultz floor of St. Luke's Hospital, told him I keep saying "BC". He asked her if I scuba dive. She said yes. He said that is the buoyancy compensator that has 1st stage regulator that you breathe from. I think I must of thought I needed more airflow so was saying BC to get more air. I know I couldn't breathe. They gave me some Rx and finally felt better. Mom and Janet helped bring me home (I lived across the street from hospital). Rick came that night to stay with me during the middle of work week. I felt like I went ten rounds with Mike Tyson. I was so weak and my body was sore all over. Now they tell me it was a full blown panic attack. I never had one before and the other other time I started to feel the shortness of breathe with golfing, was the other time. I am not on any medicine for panic attacks and actually feel fine.
I write this and think back to bad things that happened in my life and see how I was surrounded by people who loved me and helped me get through them. I need those people around me when I am at my worst. The question is.... will they be there for me?
I remember having heat stroke after walking a March of Dimes walk. I was probably about 11 years old and Mom let me walk it with my friends. I was in the New Bedford Armory (yes it is haunted) and I had just called her to come pick me up. I remember being on the payphone and seeing that everyone looked black with shadow white outline. Next thing I knew I was on a army cot with my feet up in the air and a cool cloth over my forehead. The army guy was talking to me but I wasn't sure where I was. I finally figured out that I had fainted. Mom was there immediately and before I knew it was at home being taken care of by the best nurse in the whole wide world= MOM. She told me years later that it was a heat stroke since I passed out cold and not just fainted. My body temperature was too high.
A few years ago I was at golf range shooting some balls around noontime on a hot summer day here in Spartanburg. I got the feel I was overheating which caused me to start shallow breathing and then that led to a panic attack. I am so lucky Rick was there telling me to "calm down" and put my arms up over my head (to open my breathing) and take long slow breathes. It worked and made my panic attack go away but it scared me. This was my second panic attack. The first one was a doozie and didn't even know it was a panic attack. I had just gotten to AT&T in Fairhaven to work and I wasn't feeling good. I went to the ladies room to cool my face and try to get some relief. Looking back now, I did have shortness of breathe but don't remember much other than the flush feeling of faint. I woke up to hear my cousin Kellie talking to me. She worked at AT&T with me and when someone found me on bathroom floor, they called a manager. The manager then sent for Kellie since they knew we were related. Kellie went to my Mom's house and got her to meet me at Emergency room where the ambulance was taking me. I remember the EMT kept trying to get me to open my eyes but I couldn't. He said he had one brown eye and one blue one and if I opened my eyes I would see them. I tried..but my eyes wouldn't open and I still couldn't talk. I got to ER and Mom was there. I felt her big man hand in mine. Now that is not an insult. Mom was a large boned woman who wore mens rings, bracelets and size 12 shoes. Her hands were not a typical female hands. She had man hands but they were my Mom's. Something so soothing to feel her hand on mine. I kept saying BC BC BC over and over again. No one knew why I was saying that. Finally a ER doctor came in and my sister Janet, who was working up on Shultz floor of St. Luke's Hospital, told him I keep saying "BC". He asked her if I scuba dive. She said yes. He said that is the buoyancy compensator that has 1st stage regulator that you breathe from. I think I must of thought I needed more airflow so was saying BC to get more air. I know I couldn't breathe. They gave me some Rx and finally felt better. Mom and Janet helped bring me home (I lived across the street from hospital). Rick came that night to stay with me during the middle of work week. I felt like I went ten rounds with Mike Tyson. I was so weak and my body was sore all over. Now they tell me it was a full blown panic attack. I never had one before and the other other time I started to feel the shortness of breathe with golfing, was the other time. I am not on any medicine for panic attacks and actually feel fine.
I write this and think back to bad things that happened in my life and see how I was surrounded by people who loved me and helped me get through them. I need those people around me when I am at my worst. The question is.... will they be there for me?
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