Monday, August 16, 2010

The Exigencies of Monday

Yeah, I changed my blog up a little.   Gone is the Brown Recluse, laid to rest…for now, anyway.   This “spacey” thing may be a little too busy.    I used to get tired of one blog and start another.   These days, I’m staying in one place, just changing it up a little.   Kind of like my life…and we can all expect more changes…in life and on this blog.  

I learned a new word:  
exi·gency (eksə jən sē; also eg zijən-, ig-)
that which is required in a particular situation
(The word looks like it would mean to exit in an emergency, doesn't it?)
noun pl. exigencies -·cies
1.    the condition or quality of being exigent; urgency
2.    a situation calling for immediate action or attention
3.    pressing needs; demands; requirements

This weekend, while finishing up a week-long binge, I analyzed where I went wrong…what was I doing in all of June and half of July that I have not been doing since then?    I have really struggled since mid July.   So after some prayer and some thought, I realized that as soon as I started joining challenges, I started struggling.   Sound crazy?   Not to me.   I respectfully withdraw from any challenge I am now a part of for August; and I, as of this day, will rely on God’s grace.  It is only in Him that my yoke is easy and my burden light. 

I remember that for the first six weeks of this diet, it really wasn’t that hard.   I did not make all the right choices, and I did overeat at some meals, but it was not a struggle.   I’m going back to my Rock:  Christ, my solid Rock.   I still believe in full and true freedom.  

Thursday, August 12, 2010

Idea Numbers 10 and 11

On with the list....

10)  Dealing  with an Insane Boss Without Punching Him in the Face
11)  Avoiding Jail When You Punch Your Ex-boss in the Face

To clear up number 11, I didn’t punch him in the face.   Had I punched him in the face, I probably would NOT have gotten jail time just because of the stories I’d tell that led up to my punching him in the face.   The best way to avoid jail time is to avoid the crime…I feel like I need to document that just in case I ever have to punch him for old times sake.

Mr. Big was the general manager of the company I worked for before I landed my current wonderful position.    He was one of the most hated and unrespected men I’d ever met.   (My spell check says “unrespected” is not a word.   Webster never met Mr. Big.)  He only kept the position because he owned 25% of the company and the VP was his brother.  

Ah, he was quite a character, our Mr. Big; a big, long-horned bull ready to charge at the slightest provocation.    His main function was to fill vending machines and order a supply.   Yes, that’s correct:  ONE supply.   Granted, that particular supply kept the business going, but it didn’t take long to order a truck load or two every week.    OK, yes, he did take on various other temporary functions along the way; “temporary” because he was rarely consistent, and someone else had to pick up the slack.    

We never knew when he might show up for work.   It could be as early as 6 a.m. or as late as 10.   One thing for certain is that when he got there, we all knew it.   Often, within minutes, he would be in a profanity peppered shouting match with someone.     Or, he would be asking for something irrelevant that no one had time to do, like type a separate spreadsheet for every invoice that the company owed because he couldn’t understand the standard reports from the accounting software used to manage the company.   

He and I had many rounds.    He would get so mad I could almost see steam coming from his little red ears, for things like my refusal to spend half a day typing a spreadsheet of every invoice for the month, when I had just handed him a report with that very information.  He would stand in my office yelling, working himself up into a lather.   He was a big man, and he would jump up and down with his rants.    Once, he jerked the papers I was working on from my desk, wadded them up, and threw them back at me.   

There was a time or two he caught my eye from across the conference room, and he would mouth “I hate you.”   It was comical.   He drew his fist back at me once; that was not comical.    Later that month, I  heard he was taking anger management classes.   With those classes, he became even more condescending; unfortunately.    He was back to his normal daily trouble-causing self within a short period of time.   I worked there for 8 years.   I don’t know why, either.

He almost did get that punch in the face one night.  Had it not been for four guys holding him back, one of the nightshift guys would punched him good.   Or killed him.   As the others were holding him back Mr. Big fired the guy, then locked himself in his office and stayed there all night until we came in the next morning.    When Brother VP got in, Mr. Big started to cry.    I don’t think he bothered the night crew (which he’d hired from the work release center) anymore.  

There were some not so bad days (two or three of them) with Mr. Big.   He could act like a human being when he tried, but he didn’t try too often.   Even though he created constant grief, I have some very fond memories of the place.   There are some very good people working there, and have worked there for many, many years.    It’s one of the worst jobs to have in North Alabama, and the guys that do jobs like that deserve a lot more respect and money than they get from Mr. Big.  

Tuesday, August 10, 2010

I Hate Whiney Posts

What things do you do to get back on track
when you're spiraling out of control?
That half-way point I reached on Saturday?
No longer there.

Sunday, August 8, 2010

Diet Update

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I am at the half way mark of my first goal.    I'm a little amazed, considering last week I'd gained a pound.   I'm only guessing that this is payoff for three weeks, not just one.

This past week I walked 5 out of six days.   I made flash cards of Psalm 139 and memorized the chapter while I walked on my treadmill. (May I just say that was a GREAT idea!   Oh, I feel your applause!)  Yesterday morning was so pleasant I walked through the 'hood.  

I was mostly consistent, but I have to admit that I am really fighting these weekends.   It is an area of my life that I can't explain...yet.   Freedom is coming.  

I have joined Loretta's Just 1 Thing Consistency Challenge, and my goal was to just be consistent with what I'm trying to accomplish.   I've certainly been consistent.   Consistently messing up my weekends.   I found an old Weight Watcher's booklet and it had a quiz in it that pin points where you might need extra help.   My biggest scorer was "Monitor Yourself."    Ya think?   A high second was "Prepare Yourself."    I wonder if I prepared a plan to monitor myself a little more on the weekends....

After reviewing my goal, I really think I missed the idea on what Loretta was trying to challenge in us.   Maybe my goal should have been more specific like "Monitor Myself" or "Prepare Myself."

Thursday, August 5, 2010

Idea Number 24

Continuing with The List...

Middle Age Ain’t All It’s Cracked up to be...I now need Bifocals

What are the perks of middle age, anyway?   There must be some, or none of us would do it, right?   Hitting middle age brings about symptoms called “peri-menopause” (translated menobeware).  Apparently, it is at this phase of our lives “middle age” becomes “middle rage” because our moods can get vicious volatile in the way of a happy relationship.    Or any relationship.  Your relationship with your kids, your husband, and your dog can change.   You may even notice a difference in the way the local grocery store cashier reacts to interacts with you, especially if the store is out of the right type of chocolate chip cookie.   It certainly isn’t your fault, by the way, that folks are suddenly driving you completely nuts, and you have to deal with it by knocking a few woolly warts on their heads.  (Use extreme caution doing this to people you don’t know, or co-workers who may strike you back.   Or grocery store cashiers.  Plus, I am fairly certain that “I’m menopausal” is not a viable criminal courtroom defense.)

According to my body research,
Peri-menopause symptoms include:

Hot Flashes
Sleep Problems
Mood Changes
Bladder problems

Did I mention perks earlier?   You can forget certain perks…like your chest.   Won’t be any perkiness there, unless you’ve gone the way of silicon, and to be truthful, I have my doubts about perky silicon.    And let’s not talk about what the doctors want to do to said perky-less chest.   On my first smashomammogram, I lost whatever innocence I may have had left.  It was an eye-opener.   A WIDE eye opener, wide in surprise that a boob could be that smashed that flat and not blow out.

Men have to deal with these things, too, only they call it Mid-Life Crisis.  (I don’t think certain parts of their anatomy are smashed flat in a vice-like contraption, though.   They couldn’t handle it anyway; they would squeal like little girls have to be coma induced.)   I don’t know too much about men’s symptoms; Ole Boy never seemed to hit MLC mode.  Perhaps I was too busy with my own changing moods and fiery flashes that I forgot to notice.   Or, I was possibly too drowsy from my lack of sleep due to my middle-of-the-night bathroom treks. 

And my eyes!!    Three pairs of glasses, one of which is bifocal lenses, and I still can’t see!   Or, I have to switch out all three pairs for one task!   And there are times when no glasses are better than any of the three.   I have been known to put on two pairs at the same time…NOT because I was having a senior moment...but because I couldn’t see!   And it worked….which led me to the sad realization that it might be time for bifocals.  

There are perks to middle age, I know.  Benefits that don’t have anything to do with body aches, bladders, weight gain, hot flashes or moods swings, like taking your vacation at any time during the year, not just around school schedules.   (Oh wait, I have to deal with a diabetic dog, forget that perk.)   To be honest, I’ve had it pretty easy compared to horror stories I’ve heard.   Besides, if my moods are any worse than they used to be, Ole Boy is too scared hasn’t mentioned it.   

Tuesday, August 3, 2010

God Answers Small, Silly Prayers, too

A couple of weeks ago, Ole Boy locked not one, but both sets of keys in his truck.    We tried for about 20 minutes to break into it with a hanger…no luck.   He thought he may have another key to the truck in his filing cabinet, but the keys to the cabinet were locked in the truck.
When he went inside to see if he could get into the filing cabinet, I asked God to help us get into the truck.   I expected God to make the hanger work…
When Ole Boy came back, he had a set of keys in his hand, and told me that he’d left the filing cabinet unlocked.   And he told me that he knew the key to the truck wasn’t on that ring.   He looked through the keys and found one that was not a door key.  He stuck it in the door and gave it a wiggle.   The locked popped up.    He got his keys out of the truck, and just looked at me.

I said, “Bring that key over here and let me try it on this door.”   I couldn’t even get it to go in the lock.  He went back to the other side and he couldn’t get the key in that lock, either.

Sunday, August 1, 2010

Challenges and Do-Overs

About the diet…

I gained 1.2 pounds (two weeks).    Kinda makes me mad.    I won’t even hash out the whys and hows of its happening.  It happened.  It’s in the past.

However, I am doing my July goals over for August.   Do-overs are nice!   My goals:

  1. Memorize Scripture so that when I can’t be reading and studying, I can still meditate and “peace out” because I’ll have peace in...  
  2. Walk!  It does a body good!
  3. Go to the gym.   I am at least going to make the initial visit.   Get familiar with going…get over the psychological barriers that stop me from going.   And the lazy ones, too.
  4. Order healthier and do NOT gorge in restaurants!
  5. Stop shoveling it in!!!!
I am also joining Loretta in her
 challenge for consistency for the month of August.
August will be different than July!

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