Wednesday, April 9, 2014

Because someone asked. (But you don't really want to know)

No, life isn't always fun and I do not laugh at everything.
I laugh because it does no good to cry.
I am not optimistic.
I just refuse to be over come by the darkness.
I am not inspirational.
I am weak and desperate, but willing to try anything to fix things.
I am not a good person.
I am the product of consequences.
And I am bitter because not all of the choices were mine.
I cannot change. I can only keep moving forward,
And hope that one day I can be the person other people see in me.
For now it is just a mask, an echo.
No, this is not me, and life is not fun at all.

Sunday, March 2, 2014

THE LIFE OF LEISURE, or Will something hurry up and happen?

I've been back for almost 2 months now and I find myself stagnating in the same rut I was in before.  So much is simmering in the background but nothing worth bringing to the table yet.  My non-existent patience is being put through a serious test, and I may be failing.
One day this will all make sense.
I'll still be quite daft, but perhaps folks will understand better why.
I hate that people look at me and see a weak person.  They don't know how hard it is to be this way. They see a person without ambition but I have stayed the course above all else.
In the meantime I find myself staring at a bottle of rum on a regular basis.  That it has lasted this long is a testament to my willpower, feeble as it may be.  What matters most is that it is stronger than my patience at this point.  That may not always be the case.
One day I will tell my story.  I will shout it out to anyone who will listen.  I will set the record straight, even if just in the form of an epitaph.  The truth will be known.
But not tonight.
Tonight I think my willpower will take a back seat.


Monday, February 17, 2014

WHEN I GROW UP or What the hell happened?

Looking back to my childhood, I clearly remember people telling me "You can be anything you want to be when you grow up."  Those words were inspiring and motivating.
Yet here I sit now and I am pretty sure that at no time did I ever express the desire to be a fat old lady when I grew up!
Time to regroup~

Wednesday, February 12, 2014

Cleanse, because diarrhea is such an ugly word.

I've been reading up on break-thru miracle diets from time to time, just to motivate myself to finally losing all this extra poundage once and for all.  The latest is, of course, the cleanse.  It sounds good in theory, but then when you put all their fancy adjectives through a reality filter, what they're saying is a clear as day.
Diarrhea.
They want you to take their product (pills, drinks, elixir), which will give you the runs, and then you will 'flush' (their word, not mine) those pounds away.
Look... I've been sick before.  I've had those wonderful, highly contagious gastrointestinal bugs that leave a tender seat sore on your bum from frequent visits to the loo.  And yes, I have lost weight very quickly during that time, but it is somewhat painful, very inconvenient and highly embarrassing.
Why on earth would I bring that upon myself voluntarily?
And of course those pounds just work their way back on once you start feeling better and you exports solidify.
So while I agree with the theory behind their miracle weight loss program, I think I will pass. 
If I had known that it would be so hard to get the weight off, I never would have let myself indulge in all those extra calories all those years.
Yeah right!
Just show me a weight loss program where I don't have to exercise, don't have to starve, don't have to eat expensive tasteless vegetables and don't have to spend my days and nights sitting on the toilet. 
Sign me up, I'm in!

Tuesday, February 11, 2014

Alzheimer's meets Old Timer's

Mama has Alzheimer's Disease.  She suffers from short term memory loss.  In other words, she can do something, step away for a moment and when she turns back a mere minute later she will probably have forgotten completely about what she had just done.  She and my dad now enjoy a Hobbit's meal routine of first and second breakfasts, followed closely by first and second lunches, a snack or two, dinner and supper and then they finish off the day with a midnight snack, or two... or three.
I also suffer from memory loss, but mine is due to Old Timers Disease.  Or maybe it is a syndrome.  Lets see, a disease is an ailment or condition with a known cause.  A syndrome is is a condition or symptoms with no known cause. Well, I know the cause, it's 'cause I'm old!  My brain has been figuring and conniving for precisely 19,509 days... not including the days spent trying to figure out how to get out of my Mama's uterus.  That's a long time to be processing information.  Even machines eventually wear down.  Most retailers only offer a 15 day return policy and a 3 year warranty on computers so I think 19,509 is pretty darn good.  Now, where was I?
Ah yes, I have Old Timers Disease.  My memory loss is more designer in nature~ I might forget to wash the dishes, but I will never forget to turn the TV on for my ball game.  I may stare blankly at you when you reminisce about something from our past that did not end well for me, but I sure as Sunday will remember every detail of something blackmail worthy from your past.
I cannot even begin to imagine the frustration my father must feel on a daily basis.  Mama doesn't remember and I don't care.  On the plus side, he eats very well.  He just might have to eat alone because Mama likes to nap after she cooks, and I like to nap, period.
Sometimes I wonder, with this 19,509 day old brain of mine, that perhaps being an old timer isn't so bad after all.  If it's worth remembering, I will.  If I forget 19,508 of those days, you can bet that the one day I remember will be a doozie!  Perhaps I will tell Mama about it, and she may laugh for as long as she can remember, and then I will tell her again.
And dad will just sit quietly in his corner, nibbling on his third pizza or fourth sandwich.
This is compatibility at it's finest.

Monday, February 10, 2014

Miss Euna Lee

This is Euna.  The name is listed as Hopi (remember); Celtic (hunger, lamb, one);  Korean (silver); and Greek (good victory). When we first heard of the name before Rebecca knew what the sex of her baby was, we were under the impression that it meant 'hunger' and immediately fell in love with the name.  Now that Euna is born and her personality is developing I am under the impression that the name, with all of its definitions and interpretations, is perfect for her.
Sadly for me, after 2 1/2 months of being a hands-on grandmother, I had to say goodbye to my sweet little Euna.  I miss her and my grandsons, maybe even more than I miss my own children.  Is that wrong?  I think it's because, now that my children are older, they no longer need me in the same capacity as before.  With my grandchildren I felt like I was instrumental in their day, that I had something more important to offer than just company.  My kids no longer look to me as a teacher and lets face it, there are only so many times that you can steal a person's nose before they get on to you.  When your children grow beyond the need of 'mommy magic', then it is time to incorporate 'grandmother magic'.  I thrive on it, but am removed from all right now.
That is okay though, because I am, as I am so fond of stating, exactly where I need to be at this very moment.  Its time to work a little 'daughter magic' for my mother now.
I wonder if she remembers the 'I've got your nose' trick?

Sunday, February 9, 2014

Where has the time gone?

It has been almost a year since I announced that I was going to dust off this blog.  This is my first entry since that announcement, and yet so much has happened.  One of my grandsons and step-grandson have moved to Colorado to stay with my son Gabe for a while.  They stayed with us for a short while when Gabe was deployed in Iraq.  It is so nice to have them back again, I missed them more than I had realized.
My daughter Rebecca is now a mother to a beautiful daughter named Euna who was born on Halloween morning 2013.  It is oddly appropriate.
I suppose the biggest change though, is my situation.  I resigned from my job at the Air Force Academy Shoppette and have moved to Hawaii to help my dad care for my mother who is in the early stages of Alzheimer's Syndrome.  I have been here off and on since mid July.  Ironically, all of the misfortune that I encountered over the past few years; my separation from my husband, having to move from the apartment I was sharing with my son to make room for his new family, being fired from a job that I loved~ having all those incidents unknowingly remove obstacles and commitments from my way so that I could make this move without hesitation.
I am exactly where I need to be.
And perhaps this will give me the time and space I need to find out what I plan on doing with the rest of my life.
For starters, I need to learn how to manage this blog all over again.  Pictures to follow once I figure out how to add them.
And you'd think after all this time, they'd have added more fonts and a back dating feature.
Oh well, lets see how well this old dog will take to new tricks.

Sunday, February 2, 2014

HANAFUDA

...because someone has to carry on the tradition of cheating at cards.

Sunday, March 31, 2013

     Time once again to dust off this dusty old blog.  I am about to embark on an adventure unlike any I have ever experienced before in my 5+ decades here on this earth.  In July I shall return to my parents home and help them out.  At least that is my intention.

     My mother has been diagnosed with the beginning stages of Alzheimer's disease.  From what I understand she has been having a series of mini-strokes and has small vessel disease. I have no idea what it means.  The answer is, in this day and age, a few finger strokes away on my computer but all in good time.

     I remember when with the decline of my grandparents' health, during which time my mother was a primary caregiver, she implored us (my siblings and I) never to abandon her to a nursing home.  After going through the heartache and hardship of caring for her parents she had a change of heart, wishing not to impose on her children and put them through what she went through.  The truth is that as difficult as it was for her, she would do it all again given the opportunity.

     Which brings me to my new adventure.  Over the past few years I have been whining and moaning about how unfortunate my life has been, but these misfortunes have made it possible for me to be there for my Mother, and to relieve the stress on my Father and Brother, so in the broader picture I can only be thankful that things have turned out the way they have to allow me the freedom of this venture.

     The fact that I will be living once again in such a wonderful land full of amazing music, delicious foods and in the company of my fabulous family, is icing on the cake.  

     I only hope that I can make a positive difference~

Tuesday, May 15, 2012

The newest Grand-Oompa

 My middle son Arthur and his fiancee invited the family to witness the birth of their first child.  Naturally I jumped at the opportunity and when news arrived that Stephanie's water had broken, the girls and I jumped in the car and sped to Evans Army Medical Center, which happens to be the same hospital Rachel was born in over 17 years ago.  We arrived just before midnight Mother's Day.  Unfortunately the breaking of her water hadn't triggered labor and while she was experiencing contractions, Stephanie would have to endure 22 hours of them before her baby was born.


Nolan Alexander Navakuku was born on May 14, 2012 at 8:33 pm.  The room was full of cheering and singing.  The air was charged with love.  He came into the world with his tiny eyes wide open. Everyone immediately fell in love with him.

I have always regret that I was not able to be there with my first two grandsons.  I am sad that they live on the other side of the country and I have not seen them in years.  I am blessed to have Nolan so close to me now.  And he fits so perfectly into my hugs.  I have already put in an order for a granddaughter.  


It is hard to concentrate on all the devastating misfortunes that have pummeled me relentlessly these past few years when things like this happen.  To say that I am walking on air right now would not even begin to describe my elation.  In laymen terms, my luck has sucked lately but now I'm fricken happy!  Oh yeah!

Monday, May 7, 2012

Why I am fat:


I like creamer in my coffee.  Fat, sweet creamer.  I like buttered toast with orange marmalade.  I drink my wine from a mason jar.  I drink regular beer, not the lower calorie and less filling beer that makes you want to drink more.  And I walk leisurely through life so I can see, and hear, smell and taste... and feel everything rather than rushing through with blinders and hope I don't crash and burn along the way.  I'd rather savor my empty calories than burn them up during a self induced cardio pain fest sometimes referred to as exercise. (shudder!) I've got better things to do with my time.
This may all change very soon.  Today I have a little visit with my family practitioner to discuss my unscheduled overnight sojourn in her facility a fortnight ago.  I plan to plead my case by offering a chart documenting my resolve to get my blood pressure under control but~ realistically speaking I fear my days of butter soaked toast and hazelnut creamer laced caffeinated coffee are over.
Crazy as it may sound, coming from me of all people, I'm okay with that!
My 3rd grandbaby is due on Mother's Day.  And with my 5 kids I just know that there are plenty more where that comes from!  So this, my admission, is my first step to a healthier lifestyle.
Bleh~



Sunday, May 6, 2012

05/06/2012

May 6th~
I'm sure there is some silly holiday or day in history to commemorate this date but for me it means one thing.
I woke up alive and that in itself is cause for celebration.  So I shall celebrate, with coffee and chocolate, a stroll in the sunshine with the family I love as I over dose on the mountain air.  Is that even possible, to get too much fresh air?  I think not, but if it is then I cannot think of a better way to go.
But then, if by chance, fate, design or luck, I shall wake up alive again tomorrow then I shall once again celebrate.
With coffee, chocolate, sunshine and the family that I love... in the fresh mountain air.

Thursday, May 3, 2012

Sometimes~



Sometimes I have to keep reminding myself 
Who I am and how my life is different now.
Sometimes I wish it wasn't so easy to forget~
Sometimes I wish it wasn't so hard to remember.

Tuesday, February 28, 2012

THE LADY AND THE CAT

My mother is 81 years old and has small vessel disease.  I had numerous phone conversations with her over the past few years as well as several communications with my father and sisters.  I was aware of her deteriorating condition but nothing prepared me for the echo of the shadow of the woman she had once been. Her quick, motivated gait had been replaced by an uncertain shuffle and her gaze would clear momentarily to express joy on recognition only to cloud over again with simple confusion. She repeated things as if sharing for the first time.  She constantly apologized for not remembering.  A moment later she has already forgotten again.


Oreo is a 17 years old island calico. In human years she would be 84. She has lived in my mother's house almost her entire life.  I don't remember her as a younger cat although I have been home a couple of times since Oreo moved in. She wears scars from a hard life but her fur is immaculately groomed which is impressive considering the staining red dirt of the region.  Each morning she sits in the kitchen, waiting patiently for Mother to feed her.  Sometimes it takes hours as Mother selects a can of food, places it first in one place and then another.  Then she will get a clean dish which she sets on the table or counter, and forgets.  Yet Oreo waits quietly and patiently, staring at the floor until Mother finally remembers and completes the task.


The burden of dealing with a patient who has short term memory loss is heavy and my father is exhausted.  My brother and his family just recently moved in to help ease the load.  I am eternally grateful for all of the sacrifice they have and continue to make.  My parents have worked so hard all of their lives and deserve to be able to relax and enjoy their retirement. This is their chance.


Tomorrow Oreo will wait patiently on the kitchen floor for Mother to decide which flavor of cat food to feed her. It may take an hour or so but she will be fed and she and Mother will enjoy yet another day in each other's company because time ceases to exist in the world in which they share.

Tuesday, December 13, 2011

A day with the Oompas~

"What's happening to me?  I'm all toasty inside.
And I'm leaking.  I love ya!

Today was spent Christmas shopping with Oompas Gabe, Zack, Art, Rocky, and Future Oompa-In-Law Steffi.  We made it to only one store, Michaels and spent 1 and 1/2 hours there. I got my stuff rung up and discovered that I didn't have my debit card.  I apologized and told the already holiday harried cashier that I was unable to pay and she would have to put the stuff back. The cashier said I was lucky she was on the other side of the counter then immediately said she was kidding.  I didn't believe her.  She looked and sounded like the kind of person who writes 'LOL' after every threat, insult and criticism she posts online but you know she's dead serious. The kind of person who says "Bless your heart" when what she really means is "Go to hell!"  She just stood there waiting for me to produce my debit card from my previously proven empty pockets like it might magically appear or that perhaps I too had been kidding, LOL and bless your heart!  
I had already told her once to cancel the transaction and was afraid to say it again.  Short of volunteering for a full body cavity search I didn't know what else to do when Art came to my rescue and swiped his debit card.  That was as close to a near death experience as I ever want to get.
My memory returned to me when the chilly December air hit my face outside the store.  Gabe had used my debit card when we gassed up the car earlier.  Phew, that was a relief! 
Dinner at Panda Express (their mushroom chicken is AWESOME, and the blonde Hispanic girl really packs the plates!) and then we finished the night with an encore presentation of "How The Grinch Stole Christmas". For a second, underneath the green fur, I thought I saw the cashier from Michaels.

Tuesday, December 6, 2011

IT'S A HE!

My newest grandbaby is expected to arrive mid May, and it's a boy! I'm so excited but I have to remind myself to tone it down because it's not my baby... I have to share!  Hmmph!  We'll see about that!  Anyhow, Art and Steff are both positively glowing with pride and excitement. I guess we were kind of calculating on a summer arrival and while the young parents to be are a little frantic now that they have less time to prepare, I am excited because I don't have to wait as long to hold the tiniest Oompa~

Saturday, November 26, 2011

EMERGENCY SUBSTITUTIONS: Thanksgiving Edition

* Chicken for turkey: 2 years is 2 years 2 long when storing a turkey in a cranky old freezer. If after thawing you are greeted by a less than pleasant smell coming from your Butterball but the local grocers are all sold out of turkeys of any kind because... hey, it's Thanksgiving day.. a whole chicken, or even cut up chicken pieces, make a delicious last minute substitution. You may even find yourself preferring it if you try deep frying them in peanut oil after injecting them with Creole Butter marinade.  Make sure to fry them with the skin on, that's the best part!

* Confectioners sugar for granulated sugar: This should be used as a last resort (I used all the colored sugar sprinkles the last time I made iced tea here).  Powdered sugar contains starch in it so it will cloud liquids and thicken if it gets cooked or baked.  My biscuits weren't as fluffy as I was used to but that may also have been because the yeast was one year out of date.

* Flour for corn starch.  Good thing Gabe ran me to the store to buy flour before he took off our we wouldn't have had biscuits OR gravy! I would have used the confectioner's sugar which contains starch, but that would have made my gravy too sweet.

* Baking powder for baking soda.  Another reason my biscuits may have been a little off in taste, but they weren't bad.  Of course I found 2 unopened boxes of baking soda AFTER I mixed the dough.

* Boxed wine instead of bottled wine.  And you don't have to worry about finding that forever missing cork screw!


4 of my kids were in the 4 directions of the compass so it was just my future ex, my 2nd oldest son Zachary and myself.  The table was cluttered so we cleared a spot for our plates and sat down.  No candles this year, no fancy glasses.  I even forgot to cook the yams but nobody seemed to notice.  Bing Crosby was singing 'White Christmas' in the background.  It wasn't a traditional Thanksgiving, but it was certainly a pleasant one.

Note to self:  I moved out of the house a year ago.  Since then my well stocked kitchen has dwindled.  The next time I have to cook or bake at the house I should bring my own ingredients cos it's a Man-Cave now~ they don't have sissy things there like sugar, just salt, pepper and Tabasco sauce.

Thursday, November 17, 2011

Finally, GREAT NEWS!

I'm positively glowing.  Pregnancy does that to a woman.  No, I'm not pregnant, my son Arthur is~ or actually his girlfriend Stephanie is.  And I am positively glowing! Next year is going to be a great year.  I'm anticipating a visit from my first grandbaby, who is almost 7 now, and the arrival of my newest.  There's no stopping this smile on my face and in my heart!

Monday, August 29, 2011

NEWS FLASH~

Sometimes I wish people could read my mind so I wouldn't have to stress over how I should tell them~

Friday, August 26, 2011

PPTSD? (Parental Post Tramatic Stress Disorder)

As the mother of a soldier who was deployed in a war zone twice, I think I suffer from a different type of PTSD.  I never saw the horrors, and my son came back to me in one piece although he would never be the same~ but I myself had changed.  The months of staring at the computer screen, searching for the tiniest bit of information and yet hating to read it for fear of the worst.  Waiting for hours for the phone not to ring~ only to stare, frozen in my seat when it did.  Running to the window every time a car drove into the cul de sac, but not wanting to look in case it was a black government vehicle.  I can no longer watch war movies, not even my favorite Green Berets. And this video brought me to tears.  Loved it by the way, but I still cried.