The move….do I have the move scheduled, yet? No. Do we have a place to live, yet? No. Ugh… Too much for this little brain of mine to handle. Things will fall into place, but for now, it’s a terrible space. I just can’t wait for the move to be
over. I can tell you that I’m looking forward to visiting Vancouver, though. It’s a light at the end of the
tunnel. I’m excited for the boys to see Brian’s family, and Brian to see his family, for that matter. I’m really looking forward to seeing the Columbia River and seeing my good friends. It’s been too long. So, I just keep trying to keep my eye on the prize: the Pacific Northwest.
While we are still here, we are trying to take in as much of the Midwest as possible. I’m not sure if I mentioned that we went to Miller Park in Milwaukee last Sunday to see the Mets vs. Brewers. The boys sure got a kick out of going to Milwaukee. A vendor gave me tix to last nights Cubs game, so I took a couple of coworkers and my friend Laura. The Cubs were playing their big rival, the Cardinals, and my coworkers are big Cards fans, so there was plenty of ribbing. And what do you know? The Cubs actually won! It was a really
great game. Laura was the D.D., so I got my drink on. Holy moly…am I
paying for it this morning. We had an absolute blast, though. Traffic was terrible going into Chicago, so what should’ve been an hour and a half was
over 3 hours. We didn’t even have music on. We just had great conversation. I would’ve never thought that I could be in a car like that, without music. What a fantastic time.
It’s now been 3 days since I had my mammo, and I haven’t received a call from the Dr. Whoo hoo! I’m thinking this means I’m out of the woods. This is the first time in over 2 years (with mammo’s at least every 6 months) that I haven’t gotten that call for them to check something out. What a relief. This mammo
has sure brought back a lot of memories from the biopsy, though. Wow, what a heavy event in my life. My mind was positively swimming. I wish I could say, that I’ve taken all of those things I thought about the first time around, and made changes to my diet and exercise regiment to combat my fears. But alas…8 months later: I treat my body even worse than I did before. I keep coming up with excuses as to when to start, but of course shit the bed, and don’t do it. It’s so simple…. Of course, right now my excuse is with all of the stress of the move, I can’t possibly maintain a clean diet. In reality of course, it would make everything so much better, if I did pull my head out of my fat fucking ass. A healthy diet equals a healthy mind. I have got to do this….
So, the photo today has probably taken you by surprise given my struggles and how I broadcast them with my loud mouth over this blog. A friend of mine either “liked” or posted this to facebook. I was so pissed when I saw it on the feed, I immediately had some hateful thoughts. But I get it…people who take care of themselves, might not be able to relate to what it means to be obese and all that goes with it. I hate this… I should do something about it. I will do something about it. But I will tell you I hate this picture. I truly hate it. I don’t use that word often. But to me, it’s a direct insult and find it very hurtful.
Anyway, you may see this and think yeah, duh!, it makes sense. And to be honest, on the most basic level, it makes sense to me, too. But on the level where I have the biggest struggle of my life…I don’t get this statement. It’s so
complicated.
My Mom does a radio show every 2 weeks. I’m able to listen to it online, and it’s just such a wonderful feeling to hear her. Anyway, on her last shift, she played 80’s Ladies by K.T. Oslin. I adore this song. This song always makes me think of my friends from Wrangell. It’s not like we have the same stories as the ladies in this song, but it’s just that bond that is captured, that I love. Anyway, I hope you like it.
Hope you have a wonderful Friday!
Much Love,
Jen
We
were three little girls from school.
One was pretty, one was smart
And
one was a borderline fool.
Well she's still good lookin'
That woman
hadn't slipped a bit.
The smart one used her head
She made her
fortune.
And me, I cross the border every chance I get.
We were the
girls of the 50's.
Stoned rock and rollers in the 60's.
And more than
our names got changed
As the 70's slipped on by.
Now we're 80's
ladies.
There ain't been much these ladies ain't tried.
We've been
educated.
We got liberated.
And had complicating matters with men.
Oh, we've said "I do"
And we've signed "I don't"
And we've sworn we'd
never do that again.
Oh, we burned our bras,
And we burned our
dinners
And we burned our candles at both ends.
And we've had some
children
Who look just like the way we did back then.
Oh, but we're
all grown up now.
All grown up,
But none of us could tell you quite
how.
We were the girls of the 50's.
Stoned rock and rollers in the
60's.
Hunny, more than our names got changed,
As the 70's slipped on
by.
Now we're 80's ladies.
There ain't been much these ladies ain't
tried.
A- my name is Alice.
I'm gonna marry Artie.
We're gonna
sell apples
And live in Arkansas.
B- my name is Betty.
I'm gonna
marry Bobby.
We're gonna sell beans
And live in Brazil.
C- my
name is Connie.
I'm gonna marry Charlie.
We're gonna sell cars
And
live in California.
over. I can tell you that I’m looking forward to visiting Vancouver, though. It’s a light at the end of the
tunnel. I’m excited for the boys to see Brian’s family, and Brian to see his family, for that matter. I’m really looking forward to seeing the Columbia River and seeing my good friends. It’s been too long. So, I just keep trying to keep my eye on the prize: the Pacific Northwest.
While we are still here, we are trying to take in as much of the Midwest as possible. I’m not sure if I mentioned that we went to Miller Park in Milwaukee last Sunday to see the Mets vs. Brewers. The boys sure got a kick out of going to Milwaukee. A vendor gave me tix to last nights Cubs game, so I took a couple of coworkers and my friend Laura. The Cubs were playing their big rival, the Cardinals, and my coworkers are big Cards fans, so there was plenty of ribbing. And what do you know? The Cubs actually won! It was a really
great game. Laura was the D.D., so I got my drink on. Holy moly…am I
paying for it this morning. We had an absolute blast, though. Traffic was terrible going into Chicago, so what should’ve been an hour and a half was
over 3 hours. We didn’t even have music on. We just had great conversation. I would’ve never thought that I could be in a car like that, without music. What a fantastic time.
It’s now been 3 days since I had my mammo, and I haven’t received a call from the Dr. Whoo hoo! I’m thinking this means I’m out of the woods. This is the first time in over 2 years (with mammo’s at least every 6 months) that I haven’t gotten that call for them to check something out. What a relief. This mammo
has sure brought back a lot of memories from the biopsy, though. Wow, what a heavy event in my life. My mind was positively swimming. I wish I could say, that I’ve taken all of those things I thought about the first time around, and made changes to my diet and exercise regiment to combat my fears. But alas…8 months later: I treat my body even worse than I did before. I keep coming up with excuses as to when to start, but of course shit the bed, and don’t do it. It’s so simple…. Of course, right now my excuse is with all of the stress of the move, I can’t possibly maintain a clean diet. In reality of course, it would make everything so much better, if I did pull my head out of my fat fucking ass. A healthy diet equals a healthy mind. I have got to do this….
So, the photo today has probably taken you by surprise given my struggles and how I broadcast them with my loud mouth over this blog. A friend of mine either “liked” or posted this to facebook. I was so pissed when I saw it on the feed, I immediately had some hateful thoughts. But I get it…people who take care of themselves, might not be able to relate to what it means to be obese and all that goes with it. I hate this… I should do something about it. I will do something about it. But I will tell you I hate this picture. I truly hate it. I don’t use that word often. But to me, it’s a direct insult and find it very hurtful.
Anyway, you may see this and think yeah, duh!, it makes sense. And to be honest, on the most basic level, it makes sense to me, too. But on the level where I have the biggest struggle of my life…I don’t get this statement. It’s so
complicated.
My Mom does a radio show every 2 weeks. I’m able to listen to it online, and it’s just such a wonderful feeling to hear her. Anyway, on her last shift, she played 80’s Ladies by K.T. Oslin. I adore this song. This song always makes me think of my friends from Wrangell. It’s not like we have the same stories as the ladies in this song, but it’s just that bond that is captured, that I love. Anyway, I hope you like it.
Hope you have a wonderful Friday!
Much Love,
Jen
We
were three little girls from school.
One was pretty, one was smart
And
one was a borderline fool.
Well she's still good lookin'
That woman
hadn't slipped a bit.
The smart one used her head
She made her
fortune.
And me, I cross the border every chance I get.
We were the
girls of the 50's.
Stoned rock and rollers in the 60's.
And more than
our names got changed
As the 70's slipped on by.
Now we're 80's
ladies.
There ain't been much these ladies ain't tried.
We've been
educated.
We got liberated.
And had complicating matters with men.
Oh, we've said "I do"
And we've signed "I don't"
And we've sworn we'd
never do that again.
Oh, we burned our bras,
And we burned our
dinners
And we burned our candles at both ends.
And we've had some
children
Who look just like the way we did back then.
Oh, but we're
all grown up now.
All grown up,
But none of us could tell you quite
how.
We were the girls of the 50's.
Stoned rock and rollers in the
60's.
Hunny, more than our names got changed,
As the 70's slipped on
by.
Now we're 80's ladies.
There ain't been much these ladies ain't
tried.
A- my name is Alice.
I'm gonna marry Artie.
We're gonna
sell apples
And live in Arkansas.
B- my name is Betty.
I'm gonna
marry Bobby.
We're gonna sell beans
And live in Brazil.
C- my
name is Connie.
I'm gonna marry Charlie.
We're gonna sell cars
And
live in California.
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