Monday, February 23, 2009

I'm on the backside of 30, but I'm OK with that...LOL.

So, my life is not nearly the country song written years ago by John Conlee, but if it was...then it would just be. (If you round my age now, I am more 40 than 30...LOL.) In my "later" life, though, I tend to just accept things the way they are handed to me. You know you've heard people say it, "it is what it is"...surely, if you know me you have heard it mumbled...and now, I am trying to live it!

I live a good life, not a Sir Richard Branson sort-of-life, but a life where I have to be no one other than who I am...a wife, a mom, a friend, a sister, a daughter, a teacher, a scrapbooker, a horrible gardener, a...there's too many to name, but I am all of them. I live to see a new day. Everyday is a new beginning...a re-birth. So today, HAPPY BIRTHday to me because I may be getting older, but I'm getting wiser too...and gosh darn it...It is what it is and I love every minute of it!

Mrs. B

Saturday, February 14, 2009

blah...blah...blah...Valentine's Day.

So...It's Valentine's Day. I can not stand this holiday. I would like to say it is because of the three years I managed a Hallmark, but that would only be half true.

Don't get me wrong. The idea of St. Valentine and his martyrdom is a great story, but how many people have a clue about that?...

I just find it repulsive (and so having nothing to do with LOVE) the holiday comes down to overpriced flowers, boxes of horrible tasting cheap chocolate and a $5 piece of paper with words written in it about love and devotion--written by someone else. Boy, does that ever spell LOVE to me!

If my husband, children, friends can not show me how much they love me the other 364 days...I dang sure don't need it today. Now, I am not hostile towards whatever is given to me. I love it and appreciate it more than I could ever say. My point is LOVE is 365, and technically, 1/4 days a year. Am I right people?

Mrs. B

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

MRI weirdness

Today, I visited the wonderful University of Kentucky Sports Medicine Clinic (say that 3 times fast) to have my leg checked. For the past 4 or 5 months, I've been having excruciating pain in my right leg. It hurts so bad at becomes hard just to drive. I've had it X-rayed, but nothing showed up, so when I get to UK, they decide to do an MRI.

Now, I realize I have put a little bit of weight on over the last year and a half, but not enough that my leg would buckle up and feel like it's about to break...LOL. (Mentally, I have to do the whole cause and effect argument in my head.) I run, mainly on a treadmill, but 2 miles a day shouldn't kill anyone either, right? Well, maybe it does...

Dr. Hosey and Dr. Smoot ( one of his residents--I think), whom I really loved, didn't really find anything wrong either...with that being said, I still have leg pain and now, after spending wayyyy too much money on all of this "baloney-style technology", I still have no real answers or solutions. Another day on that, though.

Today's post is about the MRI itself. Surely, I am not the only person that finds these machines a tad bit strange. I felt almost Space Odyssey strange as I laid there listening to the machine-gun-like clicking sound over the easy listening styles of Kenny Loggins. This was a surreal moment for me. I mean, not to mention the fact that this machine was reading my "insides" just seemed a bit overwhelming.

The MRI ended and I was on my way, but I still could not help think that now the government knows a tad more about me than I would like for them to...I'm sorry, UK now knows more about me. Riiiiggghhht. :o)


Saturday, February 7, 2009

Facebook is an addiction!

"Hello, my name is Christy...and I'm an addict."

Chance are though, if you're on are, too...LOL.

I joined FB years ago when I was a student at UVA. I only joined b/c that was what everyone was talking about and they encouraged me to do it. (Thank God crack wasn't an "in" thing to be doing...LOL)

Anyway, I kept it...just never checked it. Well, recently I got an email saying I had a friend request. It was old friend from high school. I added the friend, and then looked at their friends, and then all of the sudden I'm back in touch with people I haven't spoken to in 15 years--give or take a few...LOL.

I've been on Myspace for years, as well...but it was just to spy on my teenage daughter. (I'm really not joking about that...LOL.) I then started adding my students (per requests) then became very youth(PG) oriented...LOL. I post cheerleading practice times, class assignments, comment on their pics. It keeps me a tad bit hipper than the other teachers.

Facebook, however, is all about people my age. Yes, the youth have invaded it, but I won't add them on mine (except for that teenage daughter...LOL). It's funny b/c it's still kind of the same as the other social networking sites--only we're older and doing it. I love looking at the pics and commenting on them AND I even found a friend that I had not spoken to in like 19 years...and she's still just as lovely and just as funny. This site is soooo awesome, so if I get behind on my know where to find me.

"Hello, my name is Christy...and I'm and addict...a facebook addict!"

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

Black History Month

I have always loved Black History Month(BHM), although anyone that knows me...knows that I love history. I can't quote dates and times for you, but I love finding out the "specifics" of who did what, regardless of their race or sex (next month is Women's History Month).

Also, I appreciate the recognition of this "month"...yet, it makes me feel like we aren't progressing as a nation. I mean, shouldn't a person go down in history based on merit.

We live in a country that now has an African-American president--who by the way is half white, too. When will we celebrate his accomplishments? I hope not just in the month of February.

Our world should not separate what others have given to us based on the color of their skin. I know; I love peanut butter, but there was a lot more to George Washington Carver than that, right? He was a mentor to children...think of all the lives he touched, and a child could care less what color your skin is!

Don't get me wrong. I am not dismissing this month-long celebration. I'm just saying when we draw "color/sex" lines, it's like we're putting an asterisk by the accomplishment of the person that did it...and that's a horrible step backwards.

Mrs. B