A Budding Blog…

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Well, it is with a fair amount of fear and trepidation that I’d like to make an announcement.
Before your mind starts to wander too far, I am not pregnant. That would cause mind-boggling fear and trepidation, and would, in fact, be a miracle.
This is “Not That Big a Deal” which is also the name of my new blog. Yes, friends I have “bitten the bullet, jumped in with both feet, leaped into the breach” and it scares the crumbs out of me. But, I enjoy making people smile and laugh and forget, even if just for a little while, their troubles. I think it’s something we all need now and then. I really do believe that “a good laugh and a long sleep are the two best cures for anything.” So, here I go…
My blog link will be posted on facebook and twitter tomorrow and, hopefully, every Friday after that. I hope it does its job. I hope it makes you smile. 


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It infiltrates. It permeates. It saturates. And, at times, it really stinks. I’m not talking about politics…I’m talking about change.

“Things” have changed…again. The older I get, the more I see change worm its way into every area of our lives. The older I get the more I realize, I’m not overly fond of change. I need to listen to my own advice and have a good attitude about it, clearly. But, lately I’ve been thinking about it a lot.

Our household has changed. We bring these beautiful little people into the world and every aspect of our lives changes. They become our “kids”. Our kids live with us. Our kids grow up. Our kids move out. Our kids move back in…with their families. We are all squished. The house is loud and just when we get used to it…the kids move back out again. And then, it’s lonely. It’s too quiet. The dogs are confused. When suddenly one day we wake up with the amazing realization that, we can actually hear ourselves think! The quiet becomes a good thing, an enjoyable thing. Of course, now that we’re used to the quiet, I’m sure someone else will move in and things will change again.

I’m going through change in my body. Aside from the change that caused me to contemplate how to get away with murdering someone on an almost daily basis; I can’t eat the things I used to…like sugar, my very favorite food; and anything that turns into sugar in my gut, which is an awful lot of good stuff. Of course I can eat salad, vegetables, fruit, lean meats, even beans…not originally my favorites, but I need to change my favorites. It’s not so bad, but it will take some getting used to.

My handwriting has recently changed, not a good thing when you’re a teacher and need to write notes to your students that they can’t read. We’ve narrowed this change down to a pinched bunch of nerves in my neck. This has been a kind of weird change and has led me to another change. I now go to a chiropractor because, as he has shown me through x-rays, I’m no longer normal. Honestly, I don’t really think I ever was; but they assume I was…so you know what that says about them. But, we’ve decided to believe them since the evidence of neck pain, carpal tunnel, and the handwriting thing prove that something is amok.

Which brings me to my last change and the title of this blog. I was told. I was warned. I was cautioned, but did I listen??? Nope.

For weeks, nay, months now my WordPress blog site has been telling me there was going to be a change. I saw the messages and decided it somehow didn’t pertain to me. I don’t know why I thought that, since I write my blog every week; but, that’s what I thought.

So, imagine my surprise when I finished up my post last week and went through my normal routine of scheduling my post only to find that there was no scheduling option. If I was a cussing woman, I’d have said a mouthful. But, since I try not to cuss out loud, I said, “OHNOOHNOOHNO”! That didn’t really help, but that’s what I said. What I actually thought is not printable. After that I sent out a little “Testing 1,2,3…” title without a blog. You may have seen it. Some of you even liked it. Which makes me think you’re either very kind or you don’t really read more than the title of my blogs.

When all was said and done I did the only thing I could do. I contacted my Fairy Blog Mother. Fortunately, I have two. I have a “Techy Romance” Fairy Blog Mother who is not to be confused with my “Non-Techy Funny” Fairy Blog Mother.  The Techy Romance FBM is the one we two “non-techy’s” run to in times of trouble. She knows us and even better, she loves us anyway…

My Techy Romance FBM told me what I already knew, the format for my blog site had changed. She also told me how to set it back to the old way. I really like ‘the old way’. Still, ‘the old way’ may not be the best way and unless we are static, not like the electricity but just like standing still; we will be in a constant state of change. As I’ve said before, change is here to stay and it’s really not that big a deal.


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The Taming of the Tongue

In an old country churchyard in Hatfield, Massachusetts,  stands a drab, gray slate from 1771. The faint markings read:

Beneath this stone, a lump of clay, lies Arabella Young, who on the twenty-fourth of May, began to hold her tongue.

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How Do I Love My Body…

Let me count the ways…

Once you hit 50, I think those ways are hard to think of, let alone count. The tendency, for some or most women anyway, is to look at ourselves and wonder what happened.

I have recently been encouraged by a young friend of ours, Rebecca Rice, who writes a blog called, The Hydrangea Project. She recently had a question posed to her at her writer’s group. “What do I love about my body?”

I think Rebecca is 26 or so and I’m sure the ladies in her writer’s group are just about the same. Still women young or old have hangups about their bodies and I’ll dare to venture and say I think some men do, too.

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Is He or Isn’t He? Only His DNA Knows for Sure…

As you probably already know, when I turned 55 my husband gave me an Ancestry DNA kit for my birthday. When I told him he should do one he refused saying, “I’m 100% Chinese. Why should I pay money for someone to tell me that?” As time passed and my spit was updated, consolidating all of the “less than 2%” parts of me because of  “thousands upon thousands of new samples” they’d received, I think he became intrigued by the whole process.

He has been told many times throughout his life, that he doesn’t really look that Asian. On our honeymoon, one older couple we met actually thought he was Italian.  And no, they did not have a seeing eye dog and, though they seemed it at the time, in retrospect, they were probably not that old. On more than one occasion, other Asians have guessed his ethnicity as something other than Chinese. Though I joke with him and tell him that all Asians look alike, Asians seem to take pride in knowing the differences among themselves.

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The Other Sister

I think every family has that one child who is ‘different’ from the others. I believe this is, to some degree, determined by a little something I like to refer to as, ‘The Mommy’s Curse.” You know the one. It’s that phrase used by moms in that moment of extreme frustration when they say, “I hope you have a kid just like you!” It’s said in anger when she can’t think of anything worse than us having to put up with what she has had to put up with.  I firmly believe those words somehow have an impact on our DNA. My Mom had four of us. We have all heard “The Mommy’s Curse”.

We are a family of three girls and one boy. The boy is the youngest and, yes, we tortured him until he outgrew us, but this isn’t about him. This is about our middle sister, our ‘other’ sister. Our one, our only, Neanie.

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Sometimes 60 Is Not The New 40…

…sometimes it needs to be recognized for what it is…a long time. Later this year, when I turn 60, I’m sure I’ll think differently. But not today. Today 60 is a big number. Today my parents celebrate 60 years of marriage. Sixty years ago today they said, “For better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, ’til death do us part.” They were committed to that promise and they’ve experienced every aspect of those words hand-in-hand. They were raised during an era when nothing was thrown away. It was fixed. And that’s what they’ve done. They’ve ‘fixed’ their marriage over and over again until they got it right.

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