Wednesday, September 03, 2014

Hyperopia, Middle Age, Roots, Reese and Seafoam Green


I don't really *need* these glasses, unless I'm driving or watching TV. I have great up-close vision for a soon to be 52-year-old, no having to extend my arms as I read, etc. But if I correct my vision for distance with contacts, it throws off up-close business. VERY frustrating. I tried bifocal contact lenses, but I don't think I wore them enough at one time to trick my brain into accepting them, so I have these cheapies for distance only. Therefore, while other middle agers are toting reader-cheaters on neck chains, I'm often wearing driving glasses on my head like sunglasses.

I may have cheated middle age out of hyperopia, but I was not successful at dodging gray hair. One advantage to keeping hair light blonde is that the grays are camouflaged somewhat. But I still have dark roots, too. Right now, I'm in an 8 week wait period for doing my roots. I can barely take it because I usually jump on those roots right away. I was telling my friends about my hair color hiatus, and they said, "No worries, dark roots are 'in.'" They are?

So I was Googling some celebs to show my friends what my roots look like, and I saved these pics of Reese Witherspoon on my phone in order to send my friends the pics.

A few days later, JRoo was looking at my phone pics. We always play the game, "Who is that?" and she answers. (She's 19 months now.) Imagine my surprise when Reese popped up in the middle of our family photos. I had forgotten I saved her.

 On a whim, I asked, "Who is that?" and she replied, "Nana!" before I could finish asking.

Why, THANK YOU, dearest  little granddaughter. I will take that--Reese Witherspoon!

I guess all blondes look alike, ha ha.

On the subject of color, I'm really liking a shade of green I know as "seafoam," which is not mint green, but you can't tell the difference between the two on Pinterest; people seem to think they're interchangeable. It's not turquoise or teal, either; it's not mint or jade. It's like sea glass to me. Or Coke glass (what?):

I like this green with coral and intend to re-paint walls of a bedroom to turn it into an exercise room for this winter. How's that for thinking ahead?  

What colors are you into now, hair or decor?



Sunday, August 31, 2014

Every Summer Has a Story. Here's my 2014 Summer Story.



I found this pic and thought it would make a great title for a post. For me, summer ends August 31, today. So here is a review of my summer, my story.  

6.6 "Having a toddler around again brings back one painful memory: when they step on the inside of your thigh and it pinches so badly you can't breathe. It's the sliding shoe-pinch that turns the adult into a wailing baby." Still watching her 3 days a week  and loving it. 

6.6 I made a Pinterest pallet table. I have not used this table ONCE this summer. :(



6.13 My high school closed. Always a Rebel, Muncie Southside, 1962-2014 (with favorite teacher and friend + sophomore year cheer). More fodder for my nostalgic mid-life crisis. 




                                                                                                                                                     
6.14 29th Wedding Anniversary. You know you'll make it when one day you wallpaper a room together. If you can withstand that, you'll make it. Nevertheless, I will never push my luck with wallpapering again. I'm not that crazy.



7.4.14 Siesta Key: "So far on this vacation, I have broken the shower head simply by adjusting it, broken off the entire back section of a movie theater seat by putting my hands on it to stand up (leaving me holding a plastic piece the size of a child's sled), developed a photo sensitivity to certain sunscreens and figured out I'm lactose intolerant. In spite of these and other misadventures, I'm having fun and looking to fireworks on the beach. Hoping there are no related incidents to report. #stillmarried in spite of this series of unfortunate events."


7.11 Marked the year anniversary of my father's passing. In case any of my progeny are ever interested in seeing his marker, this is what it looks like. 



7.13 Another "Daughter of Girls Group" Wedding


7.14 Grandma allowed an epic catastrophe. He was immediately seat-belted.


7.26 Cirque Du Soleil in Indianapolis with this couple and my son's in-laws, whom we love. My son and DIL will be married one year in Oct.


7.27: Still hanging with my mom: "Just came from my mom's house, where the indoor temp rivals Uma, AZ, because she's on meds that make her cold. So I'm trying not to be rude while I'm melting, swigging water, clawing at the empty ice tray and nodding while she talks. #thisgirlisonfire" Throwing in this picture because in it she is 51, my age now. She is currently 88 and looks about 72.



7.28: Bought cast iron skillet: "Bought a cast iron skillet for first time today. Its heft sheds new light on those old cartoons in which the wife clonks the husband on the head with a skillet."

8.1 Made some Fairy Doors from Popsicle sticks and items in my yard to put in Josie's woodland space under our pine tree. I have added benches, a large stump and wooden picnic table for her. I cleared out packed needles, weeds, hauled 99% of the rocks myself, which she will never care about, but I had to add that. Also got poison oak working on that tree. Took many hours. She sits there maybe 15 mins a day. Worth it. 




8.2: Around the first of August, I have to say I hit a small snag of depression that lasted about 3 weeks. The attacks of innocents and babies in Iraq just about did me in emotionally, and then everything else spiraled and crumbled.

8.10: "REO & Chicago. Hi, Kev!" This concert was a highlight of summer for me. The nostalgic mid-life crisis is still going strong. 



8 ~ ? Continuing to enjoy what days we have left in the most exclusive pool.



8.26 Still running. Still eating gluten free and meat free. 




8.29 "We went to the library & just happened upon story time. Stories, bubbles and singing "Skinnamarink" at the end, which is a special song for me bc of her mom loving this song at her age. I felt so much joy, like my heart would pop."



8.31  Well, here we are, saying farewell to summer, my favorite season, the season of eternal youth and bloom, the season of picnics, fireworks, swinging with my granddaughter, sprinklers, backyard fires, great sunsets, vacations, chilly movie theaters, sunshine,watermelon and the smell of sun screen, preferably Hawaiian Tropic, which I could wear as perfume or drink because I love coconut so much. Everyone loves Fall, and I'm embracing it, but it usually only lasts around here about 3-4 weeks, and then we're into 6 months of winter--not even joking. *Maybe this year will be different.*  

Hey, Summer: Bye! 


Tuesday, August 26, 2014

Multiple Bang Style Personality Disorder



I'd like to show you the only movie star with whom I'll ever have a physical trait in common: Carole Lombard, who also was a Hoosier, by the way.

I bet you can guess what it is. It's certainly not a smoldering, sexy glare, now, is it.

It's that thing. That billboard over my eyes. "The Lombard," as I call it. I've disliked it all my life, along with other facial things (long nose, huge nostrils, moon face). In photos, I literally have to have George place his head BEHIND my head so that I don't appear to be two inches from the camera while he is at normal range. He knows the drill: we get a photo, he backs up a smidge.

 My head has always been big.


                             Exhibit A: Baby picture.
                   Dang. How did my neck hold that up?                                                                    

Normally, I wear bangs of some kind. Lately I've been sporting what would normally be a heavy, blunt bang, except 14 hairs that make up bangs can never look heavy:

But then I started to feel like I was reincarnating this:

I think I look rather pensive for a second grader, don't you? I was probably dreaming of being the line leader again, the best classroom job ever.

I'm not big on side swept bangs for myself. I think it reminds me of 8th grade. Yikes.



George never has much to say about what I wear or how I wear my hair. I just can't get an honest opinion out of him. In 29 years of marriage, the only preference he ever uttered was that he liked me with bangs better than without.

So I guess that's another reason I've kept the fringe.

But I just can't settle the issue, and every day of my life, I decide to let them grow out and then promptly trim them. Anyone else have Multiple Bang Style Personality Disorder?








Monday, August 25, 2014

Grandma Gets A Name


This is the story of the relative who would not be named until the time had come.

                                  ~~~

She's a toddler now and saying all kinds of words, which absolutely delights us. "Juice" is "geesh." Can't get any cuter.

She has been naming all things in her world, but one thing remained nameless; that thing was I, the maternal grandmother.

We would look at family photos, and she'd click off names: "Papaw, Meh Meh, Da da, Ditdin (Kristin)," etc. She can name objects in books, even some colors. But for the longest time, when I'd point to myself and ask, "And who is that?" She would purse her lips as if she were a prisoner holding a secret from an interrogator and with her little index finger swipe the page or picture on the phone and then begin anew exclaiming names for everything and everyone with a lot of energy. It was like the curtain of silence fell on her when my picture would show up. Once I was gone, the curtain lifted.

I started to get a complex. Maybe because George started calling me "Chopped Liver," just for fun.

I tried calling myself several cutesy names when I would talk to her: "Would you like Gramma to get your juice?" "Gigi loves you." Nothing stuck.

The only potential name I could not abide was "Meemaw." I think it sounds too much like "Heehaw" and brought up images of Cloris Leachman, "Mawmaw," on "Raising Hope."

Recently I decided to make a photo book for her on the Walgreen's site. I dropped in pics of everyone on both sides of her family, including great grandparents and family pets. Finally, it came to this: I had to name myself something.

I texted Katie, "I've got to call myself something. What should I choose for this book?" She replied, "Grammy. That's how I refer to you when I talk about you."

So "Grammy" was it. On July 30, 2014 I thought I became "Grammy."

On August 7, the book arrived. I was so excited to show her! I put her on my lap, opened the book and began to read about her mommy and daddy. She was very chatty about the pages, and when I turned to the page with my face on it, she took that little index finger over her shoulder and poked me under the chin, looked up and said as plain as day, "Nana."

"What? What did you just say, Child?!"

Oh, my heart leapt! I have a NAME! I am "NANA!"



And that is what I have heard all day long, every day that I've watched her since August 7. I was "Grammy" for about a week, just long enough to get it permanently into print. Looks like "Nana" is going to stick! I love it!




Sunday, August 24, 2014

On M&Ms

I just walked 2 miles to a Dollar Store to buy a bag of M&Ms that cost way more than one dolla.

I told myself that if I wanted them that badly, I'd have to walk.

I should be real with you and myself regarding this: when the M&M  mood hits, I'd crawl with my forehead scraping the sidewalk for that slick yellow package of sunshine in a candy shell. Truth is, I would've gotten to the candy by riding a dragon and wearing a fig leaf, if need be.

It's the peanut kind, in particular, my favorite. Now, I've purchased generic chocolate covered peanuts many times, telling myself they're cheaper and just as good.

Once AGAIN I "tell myself" something and am found out to be not just a liar but a crazy liar.

So I entered the store, turned off my music, paused my step counter, purchased the candy and a newspaper, then headed out.

I told myself I could wait until I got home to enjoy them during a movie or crossword.

Why do I keep "telling myself" things? No one is listening.

I opened the candy, took a bite and noticed something slightly off in taste and texture.

I stopped for a second and considered whether something might be tainted or out of date or chewed on by mice already.

But as I said, I stopped for a SECOND and no more, then promptly ate the rest.

Walking along and chewing, I wondered about this. If I took one nibble of chicken and suspected it of ANY deviation from what I expect, I'd spit that sucker out. I'm completely scared of any food that just isn't acting right.

But M&Ms? It's not the same.

Look at the scientific data:

1 bite of questionable egg: GAG, spit, brush teeth, throw carton away
1 bite of questionable chicken: GAG, spit, brush, purge food from house
1 bite of questionable M&M: Keep on keepin on until it feels right.

In other data:

If I thought there was a 50/50 chance of the M&Ms being bad, would I, the subject, choose to refrain from eating? No.

60/40? No.

70? Yes. I'd have to go all the way to 70% suspicious before I'd abstain.

That's pretty serious.

So that's why I look like "Oh well," in the picture. "If they were bad and I'm gonna die, at least my last meal was my favorite. Worth it!"