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Naughty or Nice? I made a list and checked it twice.

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It’ll soon be time to put out the milk and cookies for Santa. I’ve tried to be good this year so I’m feeling hopeful but in case he doesn’t show up I plan on eating those goodies myself. In the mean time I’ve made my own naughty and nice list. There were so many naughty possibilities I hardly knew where to start so I picked the top two most naughty heinous.

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Five Ways to Make Your Holidays Hellish

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Turkey day is in the rear view mirror and you know what that means. We’ve entered the holiday zone. A surplus of shopping, sales, and Santas await. Time is moving at warp speed. Gifts need to be bought, cookies baked, cards mailed. But wait just a minute, does this make you happy? Do you enjoy this? If so, fabulous, tell the rest of us how you do it. But I can take a perfectly lovely holiday and make it hellish and I know there are others out there like me. In fact, over the years I’ve listened to many people describe their mistletoe misery and have distilled the most common reasons why the holidays become hellish. Continue reading…

Random Thanksgiving Gratitude

“Thanksgiving is a magical time of year when families across the country join together to raise America’s obesity statistics. Personally, I love Thanksgiving traditions: watching football, making pumpkin pie, and saying the magic phrase that sends your aunt storming out of the dining room to sit in her car.” ~Stephen Colbert

 

Ah yes, another Thanksgiving has come and gone. Turkeys all over America are giving thanks right about now. I mean the bird variety of turkeys. The ones that didn’t end up in roasters that is. They are most assuredly grateful to have survived even if they weren’t officially pardoned by President Obama. I’m feeling a peculiar sense of kinship with turkeys this year ever since I took a selfie and discovered I resembled one. Where did that wattle come from? Although I wasn’t concerned about being in a roaster, I still feel thankful.

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A Dog’s Tale: Struggling With What’s Right

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Last night I had yet another talk with a friend about my dog Ceanna. My large, quirky, neurotic, stubborn, thoroughly disgusting, bull in a china shop dog. I wanted sympathy for the travails I go through with this dog and I knew my friend would understand. She’s into dog rescue and in addition to sympathy I secretly wanted her to say, “you know, I have a woman that’s always wanted a large, quirky, neurotic, stubborn, thoroughly disgusting, bull in a china shop dog.” I wanted her to give me dispensation to re-home her. She didn’t of course but the talk helped in spite of that and I ended up feeling more generous of spirit toward my neurotic one. That didn’t last long. Only moments later I called Ceanna to come in from the yard. When she finally deigned to listen, she flew through the door, fell making her dramatic entry, hocked up a big unidentified smelly brown object, and as I bent over to get a glimpse of the disgusting blob on the floor she snarfed it up and swallowed. It was poo. Yes, p-o-o-p. It made me want to vomit and reminded me how hard she is to love. Overall I’d say my life with her has been a perpetual poop parade in many ways. Continue reading…

Six strategies to beat the winter blues!

When wished a good morning by Pooh Bear Eeyore responded “Good morning Pooh Bear. If it is a good morning. Which I doubt.”

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It’s dark. Wet. Cold. The trifecta of winter in my neck of the woods and my bed is where I’m putting down roots. To say I greet the day with enthusiasm would be like saying vampires enjoy sunning themselves. Am I depressed or just a grumpy gal? Continue reading…

Help: My brain was hijacked!

I’m a big fan of retro. I like music from the 60’s, I own a Vintage trailer, my house is circa 1920, and until recently I’ve had a “retro” phone. It wasn’t even a flip phone but just a tiny little phone that I bought at Target, used prepaid minutes and never turned on. Certainly never sent a text. I think that’s the kind of phone criminals use for their nefarious deeds but I never got around to pulling a bank job.

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Fatal Distractions

 

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Suppose for a moment you were sick enough to require open heart surgery. Would you want the people monitoring your bypass machine to be paying attention? It is, after all, the little machine that takes over for your heart and is responsible for keeping you alive. You think it’s important they pay attention? Well they might not be. In a 2010 survey of perfusionists, those helpful folk who monitor the bypass machine, 55% of them acknowledged using a cell phone, 49% admitted to texting, and 21% checked email while at the same time 78% of those respondents thought this was a potentially significant risk to patient safety. How a phone even gets into the OR is beyond me, but this is a time I want them paying attention – to ME. Feel the same? So why have you used a phone in your car? Continue reading…

Unbelievable: I found some good news!

 

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STOP. I just can’t hear any more awful news. I’m desperate for some good news. Awhile back I wrote a post about all the bad news in the world to remind myself that things weren’t really as horrible as they might seem, at least historically. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it but meanwhile I have bad news fatigue. Confirmed ebola deaths are now up to 5,000 but suspected to be much higher. An armed nut bag in Canada killed a soldier and stormed Parliament. There was a school shooting in Seattle.  And it’s not possible to hear news that doesn’t feature the latest ISIS atrocity. The only thing I want to hear about that starts with an “I” is icicles, icing, or ITunes.

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Fandamonium: Is it good for us?

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Fall means football. I’m slightly embarrassed to admit this, but I love it. Especially the Green Bay Packers. Yup, I’m a Cheesehead. I love watching Aaron Rodgers stay cool under pressure and throw a perfectly placed ball to a receiver who manages to hurl his beefy body into space, grab the ball, and come down with his feet in bounds while another equally beefy boy’s only job is to knock him down out of bounds. How can I like this brutal sport? Of course I don’t like the injuries but if I’m going to watch it, along with 64% of Americans I might add, I have to admit that brutality is part of the game. I feel sheepish again and yet I know what I’ll be doing this Sunday. Whether it’s football, baseball, soccer, or any one of many sports, we love our teams. And science shows it’s mostly good for us. Continue reading…