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Nothing better than spaghetti for brekkie, yum 😋 and I am still down over 70 pounds. ((As a sidenote::: I notice my blog pushed up a December entry to the day before yesterday because I corrected a spelling. Should have just left it alone. It was a cute mistake anyway 😉)) I wasn't going to write about my weight loss until I reached goal weight. I have been called a cheerleader in different weight loss groups in the past. Then I always gain it back so, "What's the use of talking it about it?" Or, "Don't jinx it now!" I feel pretty safe with myself talking about it now, as I am very different person than the past and I won't go back.  I want to write about three reasons I lost weight and kept it off and still losing to get back to high school weight. These reasons may not be the same for everyone.  This is not medical advice, it's just me talking. The first reason is the pandemic. A lot of people have gained weight during lockdowns, even talking ...

I have been awake a lot the last two nights worrying over my friend. She's being scammed for the last three months.  She has to know down deep it's not real as she's not a stupid person. She owns a business, still at age 77. Looks like she's in her 50s, very active and healthy. In her past career worked in an attorney's office.  People can say, "I would never fall for it" but scammers are extremely good at what they do and they groom and brainwash you. They are isolating her now. I am the only one who knows and they have had her delete all social media except the one they contact her on.  When we met for lunch on Tuesday, she had been texting with him. So much she was late. This is a woman who is 30 minutes early for everything.  She came in to the diner talking about how she had been sitting on her couch crying. I thought she was going to say she had finally accepted she was being scammed again, but, no, it was because he was getting her a new car and vil...

It's suppose to rain today. The wind is up today, gusts 40 mph. I don't mind any storm, as we need the rain. They keep finding bodies in barrels at Lake Mead because the water levels around here are so low. I used to give tours of historic homes around here and one belonged to a family that once lived in a spot they flooded at Lake Mead. It was a little town and the story is told that one gentleman decided to stay and would not leave his home. He, of course, died in the flood and his home and body are still under the water there. For how much longer, though?  I remember a dam not too far from here. When I was around 18, we would try to get as close as we could to the Colorado River and watch the water flow over the spillway at that dam. It was loud, massive, powerful.  Water stopped flowing over that spillway ages ago.  It's sad on many levels. One, is the obvious, we aren't getting enough snow and rain.  Many lakes I frequently visit are no longer there. One of the ...

In the big comfy bed, In the morning before you Rise, start the day,  take to Listening To the words in your head These words are intuition, God's voice in your ear, Maybe, "spirit" angels, Or the advice a loved one  from the other side Whispers Ask questions  before you sleep,  All the answers will come During the night So, listen  before they fly away, your brain rewrites itself  I wanted to know why the birds Are not eating  from the bird feeder The answer came From God or  sarcastic-ass Jake,  Neither who will answer  My big-life existential  Inquiries  Jake hates his assignment (me)  (Jake, my guardian angel, with his worn leather jacket, Smokes 2 Marlboro packs a day) "You are such an idiot, you have what the birds think is a snake hanging next to the feeder, you made this big beaded yellow and black thing and hung it like a necklace on the mulberry tree. The birds think it is a predator." I listened,  moved the...

One of my new year's resolutions is to, "Stop complaining." In 2022, I've taken up study of philosophy. Not that philosophy is a religion, but some of it has turned a bit religious for me, as I spend a pretty good amount of time regularly devoted to it.  I quit church a few years ago.  I admittedly spent too many hours a week in studies, music practice, board meetings, teaching kids, teaching adults, preparing for speeches, services, potlucks, buying and cooking, handing out items, working bazaars, crafting, etc etc. Even time in the church coffee shoppe and gift store. Too much money spent!  Time and money gone and not much to show for it.  I have to clarify that I am NOT complaining, as I really loved some of those things. I did NOT waste all my time and feel I really did adore some of the positions! But, I also have to be honest, I miss complaining about church and the people who went to the church, and some time and money that went bye-bye.  Much had become ...

I know there's a school of thought to not make new year's resolutions, because no one ever keeps them anyway, so why waste your time? I also know a fun fact, that this day isn't really anything special, maybe it's not even the true first day of the year.   Today is nothing except a Sunday, but, I always make new year's resolutions. Do I keep them? Maybe 20% of the time 😉😋 but I'm even proud of those times! 😊 This year, I am really just grateful I am able to make a new year's resolution. I am so grateful to have made it through the last three years and to be able to make any commitment to anything at all, to be in the presence of mind to think of it, the body is still here to even attempt to do something.  The mind is still intact. Debatable at times, but thank goodness to still be able to think, read, study, process and type this lil thang out. So, go on, make that resolution, go for it, so what if you don't keep it, you have the **ability** to do it ...

the thread with which she sewed her tapestry has run out, all four needles have been lost somewhere in the bed where she propped up to sew, to write against the cold, it is an ugly work, let us be honest, the tapestry from this year was  pure sick and dark, ugly there is an old saying to never say, "things can't get worse," they can get worse and often do those could be your last words they were mine, maybe they felt I didn't care, and maybe I did not now even the gold thread weaved in the tapestry has made it gaudy, bawdy  no royal look to the piece  we won't even call it art and she, the other she  in this year's story  has turned to talking of debbie having sex with a ghost (and quite enjoying it) and chakras and soul mate love (yet, her love interest is scamming her, catfish some might say) the only thing that made sense (or we wish/hope is true) was her reading, it said there would be karma, a good karma this coming year to repay the sick and ugly  wha...