The love-hate relationship with October

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I love Halloween, it is my favorite holiday EVER, period. However, it is also the most painful month too.

Gone too soon, only 21 years old for a few months… I am reposting this because of the 33 yrs anniversary:

It is with great displeasure that I write this post. What I wouldn’t give to have my brother back these 30+ years. To see whom he would have married, his children, his choices in life. But instead he chose one of the most unselfish ways to spend his short time here among us, he joined the Army and became an elite Ranger. Consequently he was killed during the second wave in a very small town, on a very small Caribbean island called Grenada, giving coverage to many American medical students forced to return home during a hostile political event.

A devastating time for my parents; to be told you will never see your child again, to never say good bye one last time, to say I Love You one last time. It’s one of those things we take for granted I think, saying I love you, taking for granted you will see or talk to the person tomorrow and remember ‘next time we talk’. Even saying it in passing is great to hear, but not quite the same as if you knew it would be the very last time…the very last time… heart breaking, devastating, it goes beyond that. There is just no word for the amount of empty left behind.

He was just a great person, not because he is no longer here and fond memories can sometimes overshadow the bad times, he was truly one of those people who would go out of his way for you to make sure you were happy, to help if he could, a kind and gentle soul and so very funny. He loved music, was artistic, and put up with his kid sister always tagging along when he just wanted to hang with his friends.

Ah, his friends, they were bountiful and from so many different crowds; neighborhood, school, church, sports, he fit into all the groups with ease because there were so many different levels of him to love. I could go on for pages giving him accolades, and all would be true, but I won’t.

Recently I have been given the opportunity to have him, and his unit, honored for years to come as I have been requested to submit his picture (shown above) to the National Museum, United States Army for a permanent exhibit in their halls. How proud we of him, how much we miss him every day, how I would give anything to change that day and have him back.

Operation Urgent Fury

Operation Urgent Fury

#MemorialDay

No One Runs in High Heels

“Let me grab my stilettos. Then we can walk the dog.” Said no woman ever!

via No One Runs in High Heels — Stuff my dog taught me

Take a quick minute to view the whole article, because you can relate to so many on the list and have a great laugh too!

How to clean jewelry a.k.a. Are you bored too

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jewelry olympics

I have been given some beautiful bracelets over the years and used to wear them every day. This past year or two I have not worn them once – too tarnished and very embarrassing!

Although the photo should be a before-and-after shot, you will just have to trust me when I say they were downright gross and in some cases just black.

After watching some videos online and articles on how to clean them (every suggestion was to bathe them in ketchup and then rinse) I thought to revert back to how I clean my rings; with toothpaste and an old toothbrush. I use the white pasty stuff so it is abrasive (you would think my teeth should be whiter WTH) and so I mixed in a bit of water to keep the scratching down to a minimum and you can see the amazing results. I strongly recommend not doing this every day or every month for that matter. It is not a daily routine maintenance for cleaning jewelry.

Inside the actual charms should stay dark – it is purposely created this way by the company to create some depth to the piece, but the tarnish came right off in minutes.

Looking forward to showing them off tomorrow at work!

Apology for one

An apology is mainly for yourself…

All of us screw up; some days more badly than others. So we apologize and ask for forgiveness. But who is the apology really for? It isn’t so much for the person you hurt as much as it is for yourself. You are only acknowledging the screw up to the recipient. You want them to realize that you know you were a jerk and agree with them.

When you apologize, whether it is accepted or not, you have released the burden from your heart.

So really… isn’t an apology just a selfish act? (on top of being a jerk in the first place?!)

Saved by the Whale! Humpbacks Play Hero When Orcas Attack

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A humpback whale protects a Weddell seal from an attacking killer whale. Credit: Robert L. Pitman

We all know the addage, ‘a man’s gotta eat’ and in the wild world of nature it is always brought to another level…. no knives and forks and civility, it’s taking a bite of your dinner while it stares you in the face.

I get it. When dinner escapes, someone is going hungry.

But I can’t help but cheer on the ‘dinner’ to get away… and when I am not there to ‘shush away’ the hungry, sometimes Mother Nature steps in for me.

I love that this whale doesn’t just scare the Orca away, she actually flips on her back, gets the seal on her stomach and props him up enough so the seal is safe.

Pretty damn impressive if you ask me!

Link to the short article below:

Hero humpbacks? Decades of observations of humpback whale behavior show that they interfere with attacking killer whales to save their prey, no matter what the species.

Source: Saved by the Whale! Humpbacks Play Hero When Orcas Attack

I have watched too many horror movies….

the first bible?

the first bible?

It is hard to believe but this bible is about 8″ x 8″ and 4 ” thick; I have never seen anything like it. It freaked me out so much that I couldn’t bring myself to open it (as I should have) to find out exactly why it was so darn think – but I am chalking that up to seeing too many horror movies in my time (I swear it was vibrating), in addition to my unfamiliar surroundings (sure that’s it!).

I was walking through a house for sale over the weekend and it’s interior brought me back to the days of visiting my aunts when I was only young child. The gold and flocked wallpaper, the glass knobs on French doors, plush red carpets, ornate furniture that reeked of circa 1930’s…. dated but solid and the memories came flooding back faster than I could stop them; I was just speechless (which doesn’t happen often trust me).

When I sent the picture to Goose she asked jokingly “Is this the first bible”? Could be! Maybe it is handwritten which is why it is so thick but we will never know because I am such a wuss.

the first bible?

the first bible?

Throwing caution into the wind when all I wanted was a damn snack

We now live in a day and age where even without allergies, you can still play Russian Roulette with a simple snack and warning labels are never a good sign.

Very very rarely do I ever actually ‘snack’ and when I do, its typically old school on the stove popcorn in a pan shacking it back and forth so it doesn’t burn… but I digress.

I wanted to change things up one night this week and bought an impulse snack because it was covered in blue cheese and jalapeño flavoring (insert Simpson drool here). Briefly looking at the package it stated no gmo, gluten free, blah blah… whatever… just give me the extra blue cheese and jalapeño, now! I mean please…ahem..

Listed on the bag, above the ingredients in very large print was a word I had not seen before: the Konjac yam. Directly underneath this unknown substance was a strongly worded phrase: Consumption of 6 oz of water per serving is recommended. Huh.

First thought in my head, “how damn hot are these things where water is recommended per serving?” (even though I know never to drink water with extremely spicy foods, you are supposed to drink milk, bread, crackers, etc. to soak up the spice, so relax people, it’s just the first thing I thought of)

So after eating my share of the snack (because my pie-hole love blue cheese and jalapeño without a second thought) I start the internet search for this mysterious ingredient only to find that not only are the side effects in big bold letters consist of BLOCKAGES OF ESOPHAGUS, THROAT OR INTESTINE, but went on to state that due to the health risk of eating this ingredient, it is banned in Canada and Australia.  Yowza!

Less of an importance, yet something that still concerning and should still be addressed was the ‘gastrointestinal distress including diarrhea and flatulence’ side effect (damn it mouth! ok how many of these things did I just eat?).

Glad I wasn’t on a hot date; lack of breathing and diarrhea/flatulence is not the sexiest look for anyone.

Consider this a P.S.A. and now you know.

Chess anyone?

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What do students do in between classes that would make the average person’s brain melt? Why play an excruciating game of chess of course!

These pieces are about hip high when you stand next to them. There has yet to be a day when I walk by this board just outside the ‘yahd’ where I do not find several students challenging one another.

Naturally, I am the lazy brain taking the photo and not engaged in the battle for the queen.

(Side note: how interesting that unlike other cities, these pieces have not been stolen nor has the board been ‘tagged’ in any way! Gives me small hope for civilization in the states….)