I was recently tagged for a Meme by Nothing Fancy. Here’s how it works.
The rules: Each player answers the questions about themselves. At the end of the post, the player then tags 5-6 people and posts their names, then goes to their blogs and leaves them a comment, letting them know they’ve been tagged and asking them to read your blog. Let the person who tagged you know when you’ve posted your answer.
(1) What was I doing 10 years ago?
Ten years ago this month in fact, they finally settled my late husband’s estate and I jointly inherited a bar with a lady that had worked there forever.
(2) What are 5 (non-work) things on my to do list for today?
- Meet my oldest daughter at the rental place with her car when she returns the van her company rented for their company softball game.
- Hang up and fold clothes hanging over my chair
- Fix ribs for dinner that I took out of the freezer this morning
- Put medicine in poor doggies eye
- Pick up cigs (shame, shame)
(3) What are my favorite snacks?
- Cheetos
- Cheesecake
- Dark Chocolate
(4) Five things I would do if I were a billionaire.
- Payoff my subslime mortgage.
- Remodel my house including getting a new roof.
- Buy gold.
- Buy my oldest daughter’s furniture for her apartment (or buy her a condo as an investment).
- Go on a cruise with the BF to Alaska.
(5) Places I have lived.
- New York
- Pennsylvania
- North Carolina
- California
(6) Jobs I have had.
- Clerk and manager for 7-11
- Nurse’s Aid
- Cashier in business office of a medical clinic
- Account rep in a major hospital
- Bartender
- Realtor/Mortgage Broker
- Bar Owner
- Independent Business Owner
- Travel Agent
(7) Bloggers and friends I want to know more about.
Maybe I’ll list more later, but this is all I can come up with for the last 2 days. LOL
Your turn!
I picked this up from LadyShanny and Blogher and decided to give it a try. Until I did this, I didn’t realize how resentful and angry I was at the physical me. Hopefully, now that I got it out and examined it, I can get rid of it.
A Letter To My Body
Here we are after spending a half a century together, and I figure I know you pretty well. We’ve pretty much come full circle, the baby with her belly hanging out over her diaper, the little girl who was taller than almost everyone in her class, the blossoming young woman who quickly turned into “full figured”, and the older woman who has once again turned into a body with her belly hanging over her underwear. You’ve taken me from being a kid to having 3, and I must say we got along pretty well thru all of them. We’ve gone thru menopause together and it was easy. No matter what I’ve done to you, you have always bounced back and been strong and reliable.
I would love to say I don’t blame you for the shape I’m in now, but to a certain extent, I do. In fact, to be totally honest, I’ve been angry with you since I was 12. We had two parents. Mom, who fought being overweight all her life, and Dad, who was skinny as a rail all his life, right into middle age. You took on all of Dad’s mannerisms, gave me his face, but took on Mom’s fat cells. I have her shape and took on her lifetime of fighting my weight. I do resent you to a certain extent. I resent fighting with you about what I eat all my life. You’ve never given me a chance to relax. It’s always been a battle.
Now that we’re older, things haven’t changed much. I do realize as we’ve gotten older, you are more in need than ever before of the proper fuel for you to carry me the rest of the way. I don’t want to suffer and be limited in my mobility as the days and years pass, and I realize that you can turn on me at any time. You have won the war. Now the tables have turned and I shall be your servant. I am heeding your warnings, the stiffness in the joints, the pain in my hips when I lay too long on my side. My heart says I want to be around to see my youngest child thru life and see my Grandchildren graduate from high school. The Bible says you are a temple. I have never quite figured that and have not exactly brought “presents” in thru your door, but I am starting to see that now. I shall look at you thru new eyes with a new appreciation for what you can do. Hopefully, from this point forward you can accept my apologies and we will get along much better in the future. As the old joke goes, “if I would have known I was going to live this long, I would have taken better care of you”.
