Current Weight: 293.5 pounds
This Week’s Weight Gain or Loss: 1.5 pounds down
Goal Weight: 140 pounds
Goal for Next Week: 5.5 pounds
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Sunday, January 10, 2010
Weight Check - January 9, 2010
Current Weight: 294 pounds
This Week’s Weight Gain or Loss: 3 pounds down
Goal Weight: 140 pounds
Goal for Next Week: 3 pounds
This Week’s Weight Gain or Loss: 3 pounds down
Goal Weight: 140 pounds
Goal for Next Week: 3 pounds
Friday, January 8, 2010
Get Your Own Task!
The one thing that amazes me the most about working to take care of a parent is the number of people that have no clue how to truly be helpful. If there are 15 tasks to do, and I am working on one of them, then helping me means picking an unattended task – not picking my current project and mucking with it.
My father has finally agreed to the disposal of items in his storage unit. Prior to this, he was holding on to everything that was not stolen by the crack head because he wanted something to leave my brother and I when he dies. My brother and I are not interested.
Anyway, I was finally able to convince him to sell everything in the storage unit. I found the name of a company that specializes in this sort of thing. They sell everything that can be sold and donate what cannot.
Before I could set up an appointment, my father called to let me know that one of his friends would be handling this. It’s irritating because his friends never follow-through and always muck things up and cause more problems then they solve.
Really, I thought I had finally convinced him to stop helping me. I guess not.
My father has finally agreed to the disposal of items in his storage unit. Prior to this, he was holding on to everything that was not stolen by the crack head because he wanted something to leave my brother and I when he dies. My brother and I are not interested.
Anyway, I was finally able to convince him to sell everything in the storage unit. I found the name of a company that specializes in this sort of thing. They sell everything that can be sold and donate what cannot.
Before I could set up an appointment, my father called to let me know that one of his friends would be handling this. It’s irritating because his friends never follow-through and always muck things up and cause more problems then they solve.
Really, I thought I had finally convinced him to stop helping me. I guess not.
Strangeness in the Elevator
I am fortunate enough to work at a company with great benefits, which includes an on site car wash. This may not seem like a big deal, but it gives me back at least one hour on my weekend to be able to do this at work.
I typically drop my car off in the morning and pick it back up at lunch. There were two gentlemen in business suits in the elevator when I got on to go down to the garage. Ours is a strictly casual company so I’ll assume they were either sales representatives or interviewing for a job.
Man in Suit #1: Hello there.
Me: Hi
Man in Suit #1: Would you like a hug?
Me: (taken aback) No thank you
Man in Suit #1: Aw, come on (grabs me and gives me a hug). We’re from Texas; we’re friendly.
I’ve been to Texas. I have friends from Texas. I seriously doubt that, in state where carrying guns is as normal as carrying around a pen to write with, people go around grabbing strangers for a hug.
I typically drop my car off in the morning and pick it back up at lunch. There were two gentlemen in business suits in the elevator when I got on to go down to the garage. Ours is a strictly casual company so I’ll assume they were either sales representatives or interviewing for a job.
Man in Suit #1: Hello there.
Me: Hi
Man in Suit #1: Would you like a hug?
Me: (taken aback) No thank you
Man in Suit #1: Aw, come on (grabs me and gives me a hug). We’re from Texas; we’re friendly.
I’ve been to Texas. I have friends from Texas. I seriously doubt that, in state where carrying guns is as normal as carrying around a pen to write with, people go around grabbing strangers for a hug.
Love Lines
George never returned any of my phone calls.
Peter ended up flying out at the last minute for my birthday. Things seemed promising while he was here, but I’ve not heard from him since.
I reconnected with Bren, whom I went out with once three years ago. It’s interesting how people remember things. Bren accused me of standing him up twice. As I remember it, he and I had a date. He called to say he would be late. 45 minutes later – and long after the original start time of our date – he called to say he was not coming.
Peter ended up flying out at the last minute for my birthday. Things seemed promising while he was here, but I’ve not heard from him since.
I reconnected with Bren, whom I went out with once three years ago. It’s interesting how people remember things. Bren accused me of standing him up twice. As I remember it, he and I had a date. He called to say he would be late. 45 minutes later – and long after the original start time of our date – he called to say he was not coming.
Saturday, December 19, 2009
Where in the world is...?
My mother left a message for me the other evening. Apparently, my father has been relocated back to his board and care. My stepfather found out when he went to drop off a box for my dad. I have no idea how or why this happened, but hooray!
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Poignant Memories
Thanks to an injury, I spent several weeks at the beginning of the year lying on my sofa with my feet elevated above my heart. To alleviate the sheer boredom that came from lying around doing nothing, I decided to invite my mother over so we could finally tackle the task of sorting through the photos in the 70+ albums my grandparents left behind when they died.
I saw some old photos I don’t think I’ve seen before like the maternal grandmother of my maternal grandmother and a picture of my mother with her long-time bestfriend that was taken when they were both in junior high.
There were also, perhaps, a couple of hundred photos of me with my family at the pool at my grandparents old home. That house was sold when I was in college, and I had forgotten how many memories were associated with the pool.
My maternal grandparents had an old home with a huge backyard that included a large pool and an “old school” pool house. It had a large play area along with a tiny, tiny bathroom. There was a storage shed in the back with our toys and flotation devices.
My mother, father, brother and I would pile into the car practically every weekend to spend the day outside by the pool. When I was younger, I was no fan of the water. I would have to be carried to the water where I would cling to my mother like a barnacle to a ship.
As I became older and less timid, I swam on my own. My brother and I would run around and scream and laugh.
Every once in a while, godparents and aunts and uncles and cousins would join us. There would be barbeque and games and swimming contests and lots of laughter.
I learned to skate in the backyard, using the concrete around the pool as the smooth, flat surface that was best for learning on those old metal skates.
My childhood bestfriend and I exchanged friendship bracelets after she came over one afternoon early into our friendship.
It’s interesting because today many parents would throw up their hands in horror at the thought of young children wearing floaties or skating on the concrete around a pool while wearing heavy metal skates.
However, these memories are among some of my post poignant memories from my childhood and I would not change them for anything in the world.
I saw some old photos I don’t think I’ve seen before like the maternal grandmother of my maternal grandmother and a picture of my mother with her long-time bestfriend that was taken when they were both in junior high.
There were also, perhaps, a couple of hundred photos of me with my family at the pool at my grandparents old home. That house was sold when I was in college, and I had forgotten how many memories were associated with the pool.
My maternal grandparents had an old home with a huge backyard that included a large pool and an “old school” pool house. It had a large play area along with a tiny, tiny bathroom. There was a storage shed in the back with our toys and flotation devices.
My mother, father, brother and I would pile into the car practically every weekend to spend the day outside by the pool. When I was younger, I was no fan of the water. I would have to be carried to the water where I would cling to my mother like a barnacle to a ship.
As I became older and less timid, I swam on my own. My brother and I would run around and scream and laugh.
Every once in a while, godparents and aunts and uncles and cousins would join us. There would be barbeque and games and swimming contests and lots of laughter.
I learned to skate in the backyard, using the concrete around the pool as the smooth, flat surface that was best for learning on those old metal skates.
My childhood bestfriend and I exchanged friendship bracelets after she came over one afternoon early into our friendship.
It’s interesting because today many parents would throw up their hands in horror at the thought of young children wearing floaties or skating on the concrete around a pool while wearing heavy metal skates.
However, these memories are among some of my post poignant memories from my childhood and I would not change them for anything in the world.
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