Who am I?

 

 Back in Jan I re posted one of my posts from back in 2006 about who I am.  A couple years ago I started another list and ran across it recently and want to add to that orig list of who I am, or what makes me who I am.  So here goes and in random order.

I am rolls of old wallpaper used as drawing paper

I am my Dad "shaking" down the wood stove in the early morning to get the house warm for his family.

I am tomato plants set out in long rows in the spring.

I am slipping beet skins at canning time, boiled in copper kettle, some small and so tender that they got popped in my mouth.

I am frost sticking my tongue to the pump handle {once}

I am blue jeans, T shirts, and tennis shoes.

I am steel gray, moving on to white hair.

I am rope swings going high and merry go round making me dizzy.

I am a woman scorned.

I am ice crystals in the cold air over a mountain lake and frozen frost on prison wire.

I am sunburns and sun tans.

I am curious about all the possibilities.

I am pets that shared their lives with me.

I am home made cloths during hard times.

I am the nursing student, 2nd in my class after being a high school drop out.

I am a weaver of rugs.

I am books that inspire and entertain.

I am a keeper of secrets.

I am Sarcasm, what I didn't give to my daughter.

I am wife, mother, grand mother, and great grand mother.

I am sometimes sadness, a Mama who has lost both her children.

I am the 7 year old stitching scraps of fabric into small squares and selling them for a penny as purses.

I am still a work in progress and still a sucker.

I am still a blogger and little bit FB

I am Me,  Who are You?

Birthday

 

Obviously where I would rather be today.  Yesterday was my birthday and the 3rd day of being home bound due to Icy roads. So as I continue to sneeze my head off and blow my nose I wanted to jump on here and say Hi and Happy Birthday to me. Who am I kidding, one year older,  You know why time seems to go faster as we get older?  Its all downhill.  But we need to enjoy every moment and appreciate where we are.  Right???  Seems we spend so much time in a hurry when we are young that maybe we don't do that.  So thats my thoughts for today, such as they are,  Now where is my soggy klenex.  

Copied from a book I am reading by James Waller:  We come, we do, we go.  We should not take ourselves more serious then that.

So a bit from the past that I wrote in 2006

 

 

Friday, November 10, 2006

What makes us who we are?

Have you ever thought about what it is that makes us who we are? I mean really what is IT? You see people born into the same family that turn out so different. Why?
Is it Nature or Nuture? Is it the genes, DNA, that we inherit or the influence of how you are raised, combined with exposure to outside factors that mold us? I guess I tend to think it is a mix of both, but then I like to throw in the free choice that we have going for us. And what about predestination, I still believe that we chose the paths that we follow. I think that explains why some of us have such hard lives and some have easy times. There is Karma thrown in there. So this is a long explaination for why I am going to post this thing that I wrote over a year ago and had posted on my old blog site. I liked it then and still like it. I would love to see other think of what it is that makes them who they are and write something similar. Thanks for listening....

I am me.

I am the little girl collecting McCall paper dolls.

I am the tears cried as mom read Lassie and Big Red to us by kerosene lamp.

I am the kid who caught grasshoppers to feed to the chickens.

I am a country girl first and always.

I am the 16 year old who ran crying in the rain when my first love moved away.

I am the 12 year old who got an ear jerked as punishment by a father who never once spanked me.

I am an old farm house made of brick with huge pine trees in the yard and a big apricot tree.

I am the girl who's best friend was a little brother.

I am home canned green beans.

I am the teenager who locked herself in the bathroom so Mom couldn't hit me with the yard stick.

I am the smell and taste of moms raised doughnuts rolled in sugar.

I am the high school drop out.

I am the 17 year old being married far to soon.

I am the nursing student who worked every weekend for gas money to get to class.

I am the nursing grad who was 2nd in her class at age 27.

I am the first baby I delivered with my own hands.

I am bleach blond hair.

I am the mother of 2 babies of my own.

I am the child who played in the pond and haymow for fun.

I am the smell of cows breath, while sitting in the hay bunk while they ate.

I am the woman who's heart has been broken, to be mended again and again.

I am music that makes me feel melancholy.

I am books that make me think of all the possibilities.

I am the keeper of the secrets.

I am a grandmother.

I am the seeker of spiritual truth.

I am a blogger.

I am me.

Who are you?

 

New Year this and that

 January 2023 is almost gone.  Remember when 2000 was rolling toward us and everyone was in a panic about how would our computers manage and we might all crash and burn.  If I remember right it was barely a blip.  Wow 23 years ago.  We were living in Dayton Nv. I believe or just down the highway west in Carson City Nv.   I was working at Northern Nv Corrections as a "yard nurse"  Which meant I made rounds to see inmates that had put in "kites" to complain about something medical. I like to shock people and tell them I got out of prison in 2005 and they threw me a going away party.  That raises a few eye brows for a minute.  

Well last year in Feb my hubby had a bad TIA and was in hosp a few days.  He begged me that if it happened again to keep him at home.  Dr. agreed there wasn't much they would do for him but monitor him and of course run a bunch of tests.  If he has a stroke they still can't do anything as he is already on blood thinner and would not be a candidate for the clot buster drug.  Besides he will be 91 in March.  Some days he says he just wants out of this world.  I think it is harder for men to deal with declining health, than women.  last week he had another "spell"  Got shaky then later got real weak,  fell trying to get ready for bed and I had to get neighbor to come over and help get him onto the bed.  In the middle of the night he was still to weak to raise up, but by morning could get up and to bathroom.  He slept off and on all that day and then seemed to recover and by second day was pretty much back to normal,  walked out to mail box fine.  So we just take things one day at a time and deal with what ever happens.  

The week before all this happened I had a meniscus repair in my left knee.  A good friend took me for the surg and stayed with me.  What would we do without friends?  I have done very well and hope I am fixed up for a long time now.  Went into my weaving studio  yesterday and piddled around. 

So next time I want to talk about "Stuff"  Why we collect it, and what do we do about it. 

Almost didn't recognize myself

 Just for fun I spent part of the evening going back to 2007 in this blog and reading my entries for the whole year.  Just Wow.  I was sure one darn hard worker, I can tell you that.  Very independent too but then I think I always have been.  The sad thing is that most all the pictures and videos that I attached are all gone.  But I did enjoy reliving some old memories and getting to know the me of yesteryear.  

I don't know why it is so hard to just write a post weekly.  I think so much happens in our lives that when you go so long its hard to think of what is important enough to write about.  I have always enjoyed writing.  I still write my column for the local weekly paper from time to time.  I do book reviews and its sort of my personal blog with me updating things like guild activities, or the farmers market, or something going on with my weaving studio.  

I would like to make myself a promise to log in and every weekend find a few minutes to put some thoughts down and a bit of update on just daily stuff.  Maybe I can look back and read it 10 years from now, if I can still operate a computer.  LOL  

So topic next time is my looms.  I AM the loom whisperer. 

A minor correction here

 The last post was about what I thought was a reaction with my Alpha Gal.  Turns out I was wrong.  I had a brown recluse spider bite,  ended up going to Dr. and getting put on some antibiotic and prednisone.  Took over a month to heal up and now have a bit of a divot in my rt bicep and small nodules that I can feel.  Not sure if I should have a Dr. check it again or not  I am assuming they are scar tissue.  Anyway I am continuing on eating a bit of bacon occ. and some foods with some dairy.  So far so good.  Have no desire to ever eat beef.  In fact I am researching and thinking of trying to go Keto for a spell and see how I feel.  I would love to loose about 15 pounds but also I am feeling that there are some health benefits here that we all need.  No sugars and minimal carbs.  I will get back on that.  In mean time I feel like I am on the go constantly while back up home.  Spending a hot summer here and will head back to Texas in November.  Till later..

Ahhh The gift that keeps on giving

 I believe I have mentioned before that I have Alpha-Gal which in from a tick bite.  I have had this for almost 5 years now and have done well managing it with my diet of no mammal meats and later no dairy.  I don't tolerate gluten, or wheat very well ether, as I get hoarse and have a funky smell in my nose.  Anyway, last labs done in the fall showed no allergy to beef or pork and my AG number was down to normal.  Well I have been eating very small amounts of bacon this winter and no problem,  then this past week I think I filled my histamine bucket to the top and it ran over.  Had some bacon, and some probable hidden dairy plus gluten overload.  And no one knows what will trip it over the top.  Ended up with a pretty bad case of angeoedema which is just a swelling into the tissues with the area being red, hot, painful, and very itchy at same time.  I have had regular hives but nothing like this.  takes up my entire upper arm. Trip to Urgent care and put on Prednisone.  Taking Benadryl.   But this to shall pass.  Lesson learned, don't pay any attention to the labs as they Lie. 

So just throwing that out here to record.  We are planning on heading back to Texas in a week.  2 weeks ago Al had a pretty bad TIA and was in hosp a couple days but no brain bleed or clots.  So we are making sure every day is used wisely and I need to get him back to the coast before something happens again and he won't be able to travel.  Oh, today is his 90th birthday!  Cruise ship is from our trip 2019. So glad we went when we did. 

Tuna fish??

Chose this handsome fellow because I am missing Texas this week.  We came back "UP" home a week ago just before the big blizzard of 2022.  Well it did snow with ice under it and we stayed stuck at home for 5 days till streets clear.  Anyway had to come home to get some medical appointments out of the way,  get car serviced, and get taxes turned into our tax guy.

Did you know you can tune a piano, but you can't tuna a fish?
 

Loving Palacios Texas

 These are a couple favorite pictures I took of the bay.  We have traveled to see a few other towns on different bays but come back to ours and think its about the best so its much easier to just drive a mile or so and walk on our little beach area and if its to chilly we just sit in the car and watch for the shrimp boats.  I have pictures on my cell phone I need to download to the computer so I can share pictures from the marina of all the shrimp boats.  For this land lubber this is all new stuff for me.  

We continue to work on the house.  Think we are done having to pay for work.  Had our handyman put new siding and roof on the little shed in back yard.  It looks really good.  I am painting a little at a time.  I did the dining room,  Al said "You aren't going to do the whole living room are you?"  I said "Oh no, as I hid my paint roller behind my back"  So I just painted a portion at a time.  Only painted a bit every 2 or 3 days.  Its all done now.  Next week I will tackle my bedroom.  Have a gal of gray that is a bit dark but nice and a gallon of white so going to mix in a big bucket to get a soft gray then just do a bit at a time.  I learned how to mend spackling areas where there are small cracks by using a paper towel and dabbing it in the "mud" and dabbing to create spackles on the crack  Works pretty well 

It is close to end of January,  have had only one light frost here.  Will be a shocker in a couple weeks when we head back up home for a bit.  Will add more stuff later.  Need to work on my New Years Resolution, which was to update all my passwords.  I am almost done.  I am making up crazy pass words for each place that I have to make a code list {or 2} to keep in safe place to log on myself.  

Till next time: Blessed are the cracked, for they let the sunshine in. 

New Texas Toy

 

We have been Up home for about 3 weeks now,  getting caught up on medical appointments and paying taxes.  Also catching up with family a bit.  So we are ready to head back to Texas next week and don't know for sure how long we will stay this time.  The end of April is my deadline, then I want to be back Up home for our spring and summer.  May rent the house in Tx. if we find someone we trust,  if not will just close it up till late fall.  Each trip we just  take things a week at a time.  We had been looking at an Amtrak trip while down there but now think a few short trips locally in So Texas will suit us better.  A lake and cabin for a few days or go down toward Port Aransis to gulf waters and a big bird sanctuary.  Pack a bag and stay a couple days.  So anyway we will be on our way again.  So many loose ends to think of.  

Cant believe its December.  Saw a cute joke on FB.  Little dog gets real excited when his owner carried a Christmas tree into the house.  He says "At last, indoor plumbing"

Close only counts in horseshoes!!!

 Did you ever think that you might have a rich uncle (cousin) that could leave you a whole wagon load of money? 

Well over a year ago I got a letter from a company named Heir Search.  It listed a lot of people I know and said that I had a distant relative in Illinois who died without a valid will and that we were all heirs, 39 of us.  Turns out he was a pretty well off farmer and after his estate was settled there was over 5,000,000 to be distributed.  Boy we all got our calculators out and figured if the state and lawyers took half that's still a lot of money to divide.  Seems that dear old Ed had his parents as his beneficiaries  and they had died. He never updated his will.  Probably to busy running his farm. He never married, had no children.  So we all thought WOW  we are going to get a nice inheritance.  WRONG.  Came down to the wire there were 2 women related to him thru his grandmother, since he had no siblings either and no living relatives from his parents.  All the rest of us are descendants of his great grandfather. For myself, that would be my grandmothers brother.  Well Illinois law says that if there are relatives of that grandparents then the others won't count.  Well crapola.  It was fun while it lasted.  A nephew of mine was like " What a waste of time"  I thought oh yes, you are laying around not working and whining about wasting your time.  Shoot I think its rather exciting to think I had a rich relative.  I learned how to file a petition via e-file, and how to sit in on Zoom Hearings with the judge.  We were encouraged to do that so we could have our voices heard.  One good thing that came out of it was to find "cousins"  who are grandchildren of an aunt that I barely knew and they knew nothing about myself or my siblings.  I hope we try to keep in touch.  Would be fun to have an {Almost rich} reunion.  

Thought for today:  He who laughs at himself never runs out of things to laugh about. 

This old gal is headed to the Texas beach.  Plan to spend lots of time there from now till end of next June and just come back up home every few weeks for a bit.  We call our place down there as "down home"  and up here as " up home" 

Old Bloggers

 Spending a lazy Sunday afternoon, so decided to peek thru some of the old bloggers that I used to follow.  It seems like everyone dropped blogging around 2016.  I guess thats when social media became the "thing"  Many of these folks like myself had blogged for 10 plus years.  I chuckle at one that I followed many years ago, a ranchers wife from Oklahoma.  Does the name Pioneer Woman ring a bell?  She had a little cooking blog back then and now she is a mega star with her own show and a full line of cookware sold in every Walmart, (BTW most made in China)  

But I wonder what became of the other folks.  One other site was called Half Naked Thursday.  Folks would post a tiny bit of skin, like a body piercing or bare belly,  just enough to be feeling risque.  LOL  Seems very mild compared to today.  

I also read back on some of my relatives that had blogs and stopped them.  One sister has passed away now but her blog will live on forever.  Hey I guess mine will to, but not sure anyone reads it.  

I have made a commitment to keep mine going.  A lot has gone on since I sort of quit myself a number of years ago.  I have made attempts to start up but then a year or more would go by.  I have my big brother coming to visit from NC next week, then we are packing up and headed to our vacation home in Texas.  That will have to be stuff for another day.  

Thought for the day :: If a turtle doesn't have a shell is he homeless or naked??

I painted this on the corner of a sign for my weaving studio.  

I AM

 

I copied this from this blog that I did back in 2006 and it sort of felt like something I wanted to share again. 

Have you ever thought about what it is that makes us who we are? I mean really what is IT? You see people born into the same family that turn out so different. Why?
Is it Nature or Nurture? Is it the genes, DNA, that we inherit or the influence of how you are raised, combined with exposure to outside factors that mold us? I guess I tend to think it is a mix of both, but then I like to throw in the free choice that we have going for us. And what about predestination, I still believe that we chose the paths that we follow. I think that explains why some of us have such hard lives and some have easy times. There is Karma thrown in there. So this is a long explanation for why I am going to post this thing that I wrote over a year ago and had posted on my old blog site. I liked it then and still like it. I would love to see other think of what it is that makes them who they are and write something similar. Thanks for listening....

I am me.

I am the little girl collecting McCall paper dolls.

I am the tears cried as mom read Lassie and Big Red to us by kerosene lamp.

I am the kid who caught grasshoppers to feed to the chickens.

I am a country girl first and always.

I am the 16 year old who ran crying in the rain when my first love moved away.

I am the 12 year old who got an ear jerked as punishment by a father who never once spanked me.

I am an old farm house made of brick with huge pine trees in the yard and a big apricot tree.

I am the girl who's best friend was a little brother.

I am home canned green beans.

I am the teenager who locked herself in the bathroom so Mom couldn't hit me with the yard stick.

I am the smell and taste of moms raised doughnuts rolled in sugar.

I am the high school drop out.

I am the 17 year old being married far to soon.

I am the nursing student who worked every weekend for gas money to get to class.

I am the nursing grad who was 2nd in her class at age 27.

I am the first baby I delivered with my own hands.

I am bleach blond hair.

I am the mother of 2 babies of my own.

I am the child who played in the pond and haymow for fun.

I am the smell of cows breath, while sitting in the hay bunk while they ate.

I am the woman who's heart has been broken, to be mended again and again.

I am music that makes me feel melancholy.

I am books that make me think of all the possibilities.

I am the keeper of the secrets.

I am a grandmother.

I am the seeker of spiritual truth.

I am a blogger.

Blue Skys

 Do you ever wake up in the morning and for just a few minutes you have ideas so clear in your mind about something, like what I might want to chat about here.  Then later when you sit down to type it just vanishes.  So I guess that makes something to type about.  I just finished a super good book called Water, Stone, Heart.  I would like to remember a few pages but know I probably wont.  But the feeling I got was the importance of community.  We have learned to live our lives so separate from others, especially I think in the big cities.  The main character in the book is a guy who went to school to study architecture and then went on to be a professor who never built anything.  He just taught about it.  When his wife walks out on him he takes a class in England to learn how to build stone hedges.  The author did a great job with his research and I am sure has his factual stuff down.  But in working in this little village on the Cornwall coast he regains his true passion of wanting to create real live communities like only Europeans seem to be able to do.  Of course he finds his soul mate and makes friends.  I loved the ending that of course always leaves the reader wanting to know more.  So for today I guess this is what I want to write about.  We get out and walk about 10 blocks around our quiet little suburban neighborhood every morning.  It really feels dead, as we rarely see anyone outside, other than maybe a couple other older folks trying to get their exercise in too before it gets to hot.  We live in a nice little burb a couple miles out of town with prob about 45 homes.  Kids come home from school and go inside and mostly don't come out unless its to load up and go somewhere else.  I feel good that we don't have loud neighbors and very few barking dogs but again it just feels sort of dead.  Am I getting to picky in my old age?  I want to see (really see) how I feel on my next trip down to our vacation house.  Want to see if it feels anymore like a community or just the same as here as that's the way we Americans know how to live now.  No more front porch sitting, we sit on our back porch that is covered and look at our fence which provides us privacy from neighbors,  we all do that.  Is it a fence for privacy or a fence to keep the world out?  Or maybe our way of living is a choice we make and we feel isolated because we isolate ourselves.  Hmm  

Thought for the day:  A stranger is a friend you haven't met.

There is only Now

There is only Now

 Well about every 2 years I decide I will get back to blogging again.  Well this time I think I really mean it.  I like to journal and I have not done much of that lately.  I have done some ancestry investigation and that is fun but can be very time consuming.  A lot has changed in my life as it has in everyone's the past couple years.  Number 1 being the pandemic Covid.  Wow!  So much sickness and death, also so much misinformation and mistrust of the health system and government. So much of the country was shut down for months, that we are still feeling the effects.  Vaccine is available but many won't take it.  For us personally I have always hated putting any drug or inoculation in my body.  I had to take the regular flu shot for years as it was mandatory in the medical settings where I worked.  Once I retired I stopped till the last couple years.   I am 74 now and hubby is 89  and we agreed that we could not wait out this thing. We did take the vaccine when it was available to us.  We have tried to be careful, doing the distancing thing, and hand washing.  We only go into stores early in mornings when less crowded.  But we have not stopped living.  We actually travel more now than before.  In Dec last year 2020 we rented a vacation house on the gulf of Texas for 3 weeks, and fell in love with it.  So we went back in Dec to look at houses and made an offer on one. It is in a small shrimping town of less than 5,000 population.  We took possession in March and went down to spend over 2 months.  It is so freeing to be there and no commitments to anyone but just us. Hubby would like to move but we agree that at his age it just doesn't seem practical to give up our home and do this permanent.  It is a bit less than 700 miles down there so we decided we would just play each trip down by ear and stay a few weeks then come back "Up Home" for 2 or 3 weeks then go back "Down Home".  We will see how long it lasts. With me being the one to do all the driving and most of the decision making is new to me so we are just living one day at a time.

I read somewhere that Yesterday is a memory, Tomorrow is a dream, There is only Now!  That is pretty deep if you really think about it.  When I see a really pretty sunset or experience something new I like to say in my head "there is only now"

 

LIGHT AT END OF TUNNEL

This was a photo I took going thru a tunnel in Colorado a few years ago.
Since my last post I did have surgery on my left thumb, so I type this with the old hunt and peck with
one hand.  I was rough the first 24 hours as I am a puker from the meds they load you up with during recovery or its the anesthesia, I hope next hand I can talk them into doing things differently  I have managed pretty well with just Tylenol but getting restless to DO more than read  Hubby is telling me I need to get thru a full recovery with this hand before I do the other one  Hate to admit it but think he is right  It will be much harder doing things without use of rt hand if the left isn't fully healed  The procedure is called mini tightrope CMC surgery.  removal of small bone at base of thumb then putting a permanent "pin" thru thumb bone and first finger bone, all in back of hand.  Reason for all this is erosion of all the cartilage in this joint that is used repeatedly daily for all grasping and pinching  You know the whole purpose of having an apposing thumb.

Guess this is enough update for now  Till next time

 

If wishes were horses

Sooooo, you know the saying "If wishes were horses, we would all take a ride"  Well I wish I could set aside a bit of time at least once a week to catch up on my blog.  Its been about two years and I actually have a lot of time in on this blog.  I think it goes back almost 15 years.  When I have looked back at some of my old posts I see some of the pictures that I posted are gone, but I think they are some that were borrowed off the internet and their life ended so to speak.

So today I want to see if this site will let me copy a couple important things on here for just a start.
In less than two years I have lost both of my children and ironically both of them were the age of 50 when they passed.  Do I grieve?  Yes I do but I have grieved for many years before they died.  Now I hope they have found peace and I believe we will meet in another life.
The first item here is a thing I wrote and put on my FB site,  A little story of Two Little Girls:

Two little girls meet on the first day of kindergarten. Both are scared to be on the bus for the first time. Dark haired Betty asked the blonde Cindy, "can I sit with you?" This was the start of the girls being best friends for the next 3 years. Then Cindy and her family moved far away. Both girls chose different paths in life, then the circle came back to find Betty being the ICU nurse, caring for Cindy for 3 nites during her last struggle with her liver disease. Rest in peace Cindy with your big brother until we all are together again. I know you have just stepped thru the doorway and will always be here in my heart.

I miss Mathew's big bear hugs and his corny sense of humor.  He was a good man.

Leavin on the next train

This sort of is how I have  felt about this year.  But I realize you can't run from your problems.  Just have to face them head on if you can, or duck and dodge like I tend to do much of the time.
After much searching and trying to take advice of doctors, two epidurals,  and my own trying to cure myself with exercises, massage therapy, and two chiropractors, I finally went to an orthopedic and found out I had a badly torn cartilage on back side of my knee and along the outer side.  Everyone was treating me for Sciatica. So in Aug. I had surg and now am going to the Y three times to exercise in the pool and I feel I am doing great!!
Then on the other home front, elderly sister in law is slowly circling the drain so to speak and driving us nuts.  It is so hard to die.  We like to think we will just lay down and that will be it.  No we lose all dignity and get weak and totally dependent on others.  So far we are keeping her in her apt in a lower level of our home.  We have shared this house for over 6 years now.  It has pretty much worked out, but now we can't both be gone at once, and we have a baby monitor and life line, safety rails everywhere, so have done all we can on the safety department.  OK  enough on that,  now:::
Now where are my car keys?

Windows 10 and Epidurals

 My picture from my archives is from Colorado with the yucca blooming taken a few years ago.



I am finally getting used to my new computer, another HP with Windows 10.  Most of the features are great and easy to get around.  Some not so easy.  I don't have auto correct on my word pad that I have always used to write my column and other things. And when I go into my pictures I can't move them around like the old system..  Can move them into folders OK.  I have a friend who is very good on computer and she is coming to help me learn more and to get my Web site set up.  I bought a site and ended up getting charged for the hosting crap that I didn't understand so called them and got those charges canceled.  Now friend says I can get a free site at Google and transfer the name over to it.  So more on all that later.


Now for old folks complaints!  Just what I been waiting to write.  Went to a pain doctor last week as a referral from my primary Dr.  I have had chronic sciatic pain in rt leg for several years but last few months has gotten so much worse.  Had a MRI over a year ago and the ortho Dr. just blew me off cause he couldn't find anything to operate on.  I hadn't considered a pain dr.  He showed me what he saw on my MRI with my last lumbar vertebrae being widened out on rt side.  So on yesterday I had and epidural steroid injection.  OH MY  it smarted for about 30 long seconds.  Then its been really fine.  Didn't expect much to happen for a few days, but I slept all night with no pain.  Have tried to take it easy a little so don't sit to long at a time and even did 3/4 mile on treadmill at a slow rate.  Some aching but no sharp pain and especially one below knee.  So its helped so far.  Don't much like the idea of having to do this every few months.  So will just see how it goes.

Well I just sort of broke my own rule of not dwelling on health issues.  If I am not careful I will be recording my bowel movements on here.  Oh poop, did I say that. 

Pass the tuna please

OK awhile back I did a rant on the tuna that we buy, nice white albacore, thinking we are buying better quality tuna.  Then I started noticing that it had a funky smell and tasted to "fishy".  Then I looked at the ingredients and was shocked that it had other stuff in there that didn't seem to belong in a can of tuna. 

Well I sent hubby to store to look for the wild, line caught tuna and to read the label. Only ingredient is tuna!  WooHoo!  Found it and only $4 a small can!!  Gulp, couldn't believe it, over two to three times as much as a can of what I had been buying.  Finally opened a can the other day.  Made tuna salad for 4 sandwiches and it was wonderful.  Just nice tuna without a bunch of vegetable oil or water and other stuff.  Here is the can.  Came from Walmart.  It may be more expensive but I am worth it!

This is not intended to be an advertisement for this company and I forgot to mention it comes from Canada.