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An Endless Search

Well I have not been a very faithful blogger! In fact I have written nothing in some time now... what with search for pictures of George not going all that well I became rather consumed with the task and neglecting more obvious things. Then housekeeping 101 started here at the ole' homestead and that about killed me and we only tackled 4 rooms! There are officially 2 more full floors to go and 1 partial floor and a loft on the fifth level... the worst part is I probably won't find any pictures of "George" on any of them. Technically we are not even finished with the first level. Dear hubby finally laid the tile in the entry way to see if I liked the pattern.... I DO! Building your house is definitely not for the faint of heart. As each day passes you think tomorrow I will do this, this and that. Then at the end of each day you find your dream list was a bit too long or maybe not all the needed supplies were on hand or you slept half of your work day away beca

Graduation!

It is that time of year... well it was that time of year. Announcements arrive in the mail almost daily of kids graduating highschool or college. The only competetion is all the wedding invites! Some of the cards even look like I might know the sender. After purchasing congratulation cards on three different shopping trips I decided to make the gift for one sender just a little different than slipping money into a card and being done. I bought my nephew a photo album and started looking for pictures to put in for him. Then I got to thinking these pictures won't really mean anything to him as he has never met me in person. So it dawned on me he has never met George Washington either but he would probably recognize him! Off to the bank to purchase a few photos to put in the album. I thought perhaps fifty would be easy to get... oh let me clarify... fifty photos of George from fifty different years! This task has proved to be impossible so we settled for as many different yea

Where am I going and why am I in this handbasket?

Okay I am in my fifties and I just returned from the store and I trip on a plastic baseball bat in my kitchen floor.... hello? What happened to the "empty nest" stage of life? Oh yeah the economy. It does look pretty bleak for many and I must add I too am constantly looking at ways to cut back and use less. For myself I have found the only thing I can really do to save on spending is not go to the store. Seriously, if I go I seem to spend money on something that wasn't planned on whether or not I bring a list. And lists are something I make almost on a daily basis. (It helps me keep up with my procrastination program). Ever since this wonderful stage of life began my short-term memory went out of state! It seems I can only get to this blog page by bookmarking it and then every couple of days I remember there was something I wanted to share. As for today some funny things happened, things you just have to take in stride. My five year old granddaughter informed me

Where did the time go?

Well Good Morning to everyone!!! I have the day off and of course all my big plans to get up early and get an ever growing list of things do underway did not occur... so sad. Last night was a late night at the "rest" home as nobody seemed to want to rest! Of course being the end of the month there are plenty of new orders to transfer to next month's MAR ( nedication administration record). You see we are not as "hi-tech" as some places, we still use pen and paper...I love it! I did manage to keep my eye appointment in town. It was just a follow up as I went back to contact lenses hoping that my nystagmus would settle down a little. That seems to have occured but I still can't read anything with the contacts and have to use reading glasses. The provider seemed to think a different lenses might be better but so far... nope. So I asked if maybe just using the reading glasses was an option and maybe what strength to buy. I think this might do it. Al
So after working my 2 shifts I thought I would check in and see if any of my invites were accepted... not yet so I will guess that my group idea doesn't really appeal to my friends. Point taken. Talking about what happens to you with this exciting and sometimes crazy stage of life does help. Most of the women that I have run into have not discussed this openly. Once the conversation is initiated by me sharing some really annoying side effect the comments come pouring out! It is getting the conversation started that seems to be really hard for the women I have met. Guess what if we live long enough we will experience this phase of life! We can chose to sit on the sidelines and have no control or we can attack the event and take over (to a degree that is). But even choosing to sit on the sidelines we will not be watching from the outside, we will be swept up in the changes and quite possibly panic over what is happening to us. A few years back I was working the night shift at

Is it hot in here or WHAT!?

Well I thought I should start a Menopause Support group so I did.... I sent out invitations to a few people and now I just have to wait and see who will join me and admit they are in this stage of life ( I feel the little red hen that wanted help making bread and couldn't find one helper until it came time to eat the bread!) Too bad my memory has gotten so frazzled... I can't remember the name of the storybook. Oh well maybe someone else will.

Procrastination- How to do it well

I suppose this is a start... there are dishes waiting and laundry and tons of "crafting" projects sitting around here... and here I sit at the computer trying to organize my day. then the idea strikes me! I should start a blog! I have no clue how or where to start so I call on my eldest daughter to point the way and here I am (she is really not helping the environment around here by starting me on this). Well if anyone has any suggestions of how to get me motivated to get up and clean before I start my 12 hour work shift let me know... otherwise these things will be waiting for me at 6 am tomorrow.