Author: Yarrowhouse

Games with Friends, Right!

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I’ve never been into video games. Not in the 80’s, PAC man was boring; 90’s Nintendo games were to fast for me. I could only make the characters moonwalk and advance at the same time. The 2000’s let’s just say I was handicapped at best. My most skilled move was tripping over the cords and sabotage the game completely. But 2013 I have become a gamer!

My transformation start with scrabble. I was having fun. Then it went to words with friends where I discovered something I didn’t know about games with adults. They still don’t like to lose! I mean people would stall and make me wait for days to play again. They forfeit because they know they can’t win. I always play to the end (hey Will Smith I heard a rap forming). But my personal favorite – hubby is mad because I’m playing with someone else. So much for games with friends. I was forced to find a game I can play by myself. The answer – Candy Crush Saga!

OMG it was on from the first game. I didn’t have to wait for nobody to play. The puzzles are fun and not too time consuming and the music is mesmerizing. Atleast until it became time consuming. I couldn’t stop playing. My husband would enter a room and give me that look and I would reply, “it’s all I got -five minutes of happiness”. Now at level 180 sometimes even when I’m not playing I hear that music. Sometimes it’s calling me, other times its laughing at me. I know I’m not alone everywhere I go people are playing talking about how addictive it is. I may have to come out of retirement and form a support group.

What’s even more concerning to me is since I’ve been neglecting the hubby he’s now playing Gems with Friends with other people! This is a person that doesn’t do any kind of social networking. No emails, facebook-ing, nothing and now he’s cheating on me with friends! Whahhhhhhh!!!

Until next time, keeping wondering.

Always Blue Skies

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On vacation with my big brother he tries to take a jab at me by saying (in the middle of a conversation that had nothing to do with this random thought), “You live your life like everything is perfect”. WTF does that mean? And if that’s the worst he could say about me why did it sound so offensive?

True I do always find the humor in my situations. True I do seem to think money grows on trees. True I do know that tomorrow is another day. Never go to bed angry, karma is a power tool, justice will prevail and so on and so on and so on!

When I get home what’s the first thing I see, a picture I had purchased a week earlier thinking it sums me up pretty well. I really remember thinking how I liked the ideal of the sentiment. So he says he knows me.

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Be good to your children

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I think the biggest failure of our lives as parents is if your children do not want to have anything to do with you when they are grown. Really, what possibly could have happened? Children are so open to forgiveness. As I grow older I see it more and more especially with fathers and the mother category is catching up fast.

Be good to your children. I’m not a perfect parent but I have learned that children should be seen and heard, they do have feelings and your never to big or old to apologize.

Remember we’ll all be old someday and that goes out to you too – children!

Monkey see, monkey can’t always do.

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I know I can’t sew. I’ve tried it several times before and always end up frustrated with an equally frustrated product. But my daughter, this time around; and my mother in the past, somehow have convinced me to try again. Now, I just want to make some curtains. How hard can it be? Sew a line here and sew a line there. But that must of been too easy because I made it back to the cutting board to make a bag for my sewing machine of all things. This was a weekend project.
Day 1-get robbed at the fabric store. Start on the project, get angry, rip it out and go to bed. Day 2 wake up early to find out the project you were to finished is finished. So what can I do, iron fabric and trim. No sewing allowed. Day 3 my bag is finished. I did get to design one panel and pin the interior. It was fun spending time with my daughter. I don’t know how she didn’t see I don’t like sewing. She’s already planning for us to make a clutch together. Her and my daughter-in-law made one in an hour. I don’t need another sewed bag. I’m fine with Coach doing the sewing. Thanks Kare and Audrey. Next time I will make lunch.

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Secretary needed

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I took a few days off to read about blogging and learn some of the basics. It appears to me, my two year old granddaughter is better on the iPad than I am. Case in point, she can get pass my security code and turn on iTunes and the camera. I can’t even orchestrate my calendar. The other day, I typed a 400 word blog but lost it Before I could post it. Talk about devastating. I didn’t have the strength to type it all again, so I guess that will be another blog for another day.

So to end my plight, I decided to hire my grandson to teach me how to use the darn thing. He came cheap. It only costed me a download of Mind Craft and a trip to the GameStop. He has gift card that are burning a hole in his wallet.

It’s true I am a little behind the times when it comes to modern technology, but hey, I am ahead of my dad, he has never owned a computer. ;D

Stress Reduction

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Apparently being retired is not reducing my stress level as much as my doctor hoped. Being home with my family is stressful ;D. So the doctor wants me to take a biofeedback class and I choose art.

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Art class was relaxing, apparently getting there is the stressful part.

In my house I know if I don’t get out of the house before 8 the chances of me getting out are slim.
Art class is at 10:30 so I put in a load of laundry when I woke Alex up at 6. He and I had breakfast. He is my weird one who doesn’t eat cereal. I get him on the school bus at 6:50 and I say to myself, “take your shower now.”. I head up the steps, stop to put in another load of laundry and in comes the hubby with what, breakfast. If I don’t eat now he will be disappointed because he was trying to surprise me, so I ate breakfast again. By now it’s 8:30 and I heading up the stairs when I hear Jada singing, “Gonna eat, eat,eat,eat, eat all time”, and her mother advises she does not fell well. So what am I doing now, breakfast again. After I clean up the kitchen, I head upstairs again. It’s 10 o’clock and I announce to the house, “I’m going to art class hell over high water”. As soon as I turn on the shower my husband wants to know where I am going. Now, I’ve been talking about this class for weeks. I say “art class” and he responds with an “oh yea” and proceeds to give me a list of errands to run, possibly before class starts.

Next week, I’m going to McDonalds for coffee right after I get Alex on the bus.

Back to my art project. I need a scripture to put on the back of the cross, any suggestions?
Until next time……keep wondering.

Denise

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I am reblogging this site because I love what she did with the space. Those of you that have been in my library know what I’m about to do next. I have been finding it hard to find bookcases that fit my space at an affordable price and I believe this ideal will go along way.

Got a coupon for that?

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When I retired the first thing I thought about was what I was going to do with less money. Now I admit I dabbled with coupons before but now it is my full time job. I remember thinking when I would see the women with their photo albums at the grocery stores, “Is it really that serious!” Well guess what, it is!

I mean, I understand how it can become compulsive. The first time I got money back and to hear the teller say how much you bought versus how much your paying is tremendous. I love coming home to tell my husband how much money I saved.

One of the best things about it is trying things you would have never bought before, just because you have a coupon that you are going to get it for free or for cheap. I know, I’m gonna have to blog about the new things I’ve tried also. But back to couponing.

I’m still trying to master where to get the best coupons and what I like about the network of women and men out there, they love to share their secrets. You couldn’t believe how many people have come up to me with their knowledge and ideals while I’m shopping in the market. And every store has their own policy and I am learning as I go.

I can’t wait to figure out how to use the link feature so I can share some of my sites, but until then…keep wondering.
Denise

Priority #1

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Okay, how about this. For the last 25 years I’ve had become relatively sedative. Trying to lay low, stay calm, not over exert myself because my body doesn’t respond well under extreme pressure. Heart rate goes up, blood pressure drops and I pass out. However I have lived with it so well that I basically was doing whatever I pleased within my set limits and I hadn’t had any episodes since 2004. So I thought I had it beat. Other than diabetes, I’m pretty healthy because I work hard to stay in control.

March 2012, i started having difficulty with the diabetes and I required an emergency surgery. I discovered I also have a hernia that they didn’t want to touch at the time. Recovery from the surgery was easy but guess what, the fainting spells came back with a vengeance. Now all of these symptoms I had over the years fall into one category, Marfan syndrome. The good news is since I’ve been dealing with the symptoms since I was a teen, I already have a great team of doctors in place. The only thing that has changed is I no longer have to say I have this, I have that, I can just say Marfan.

What I need now is a network of resources for diabetes, Marfan syndrome and the 50 years woman syndrome ;D. I can’t say that one out loud for fear of promoting some new symptoms. Lets deal with what I already got going on for now. Until next time ….. Keep wondering.

Where to begin.

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I’ve learned nothing is permanent, fixed, coursed or sure. The last year has been stranger than strange especially for someone like me. I had my life planned to the end. I didn’t expect to be where I am now. I was expecting to work another 5 years, my children are already grown and me living the life I dreamed of was on the horizon. Now I am retired (not complaining about that), raising my grandchildren and living in a new home in a different city. But all is well. I’m starting this blog as a journey to help me in adjusting to new life struggles and maybe I can learned something, teach something, make a friend, be a friend and find contentment in the wonders of it all.