Happy Place

It was routine surgery really. But it was my first. I wasn't scared so much as nervous and uncomfortable. The doctor came to talk to me just before I got wheeled into the OR. "How are you feeling?" he asked. I told him where I hurt and he said, "we're going to fix that". Those words were oddly comforting. We are going to fix that.  So nice to hear someone so confident that "it" can be fixed and they can do the fixing. 

I Believe...

Promises of Fall

Sometimes I get the Sunday Blues. I don't know if I've written about this before.  I don't really know what causes it.  I suppose it's knowing that my weekend is almost over.  My time that  I feel the most like me is coming to a close. I often feel that I didn't squeeze every drop of potential out of my weekend.
On Sunday evenings,  I begin to feel blue that my time is almost up. 
I remember getting the Sunday blues even when I was in grade school. Almost like a let down after birthday presents have been opened at a birthday party. The feeling that the party is almost over and it's almost time to go home.
I'm writing this on a Sunday early evening...but the good news is right this very minute I do not have the blues. I'm sitting here sort of holding my breath and thinking "How about that. No blues." And I wonder why that is. Why no blues? Perhaps it is because I feel completely relaxed at this very moment. Completely at peace with the fact that I did everything I wanted to do and nothing I didn't want to do. {Emphasis on nothing I didn't want to do...maybe?} I did not do any chores...not that I really ever do chores...I have the best Hubby in the world that shoulders so many of the chores that I don't enjoy.  Another wonderful thing about this day is the weather and the sounds of nature just outside my window. Yesterday was lovely too. A blue sky day. Breezy with the fresh feeling cooling weather. Delightful. I spent quite a lot of time out in the Sun Room with the windows open watching birds at our feeders while I played with my own birds. 
I can only guess that there are no blues today because I am completely and blissfully happy in THIS very moment. I content. I am loving the promise of Fall.

Simply My Opinion

So, I read Erin's {Living in Yellow}"In My Humble Opinion" and loved it. Her post title is clever but not to be confused with my post (here) which is Simply My Opinion. {They are similar but different. I am no copycat.} [Side note: sometimes I do copy my daughter. But that is just doing something very very similarly (like buying the same boots or something), it's not actually copying.
I decided to write my own list of opinions. I'll link up too. See how that works. Erin told someone & I'm telling someone and if you tell someone it will grow geometrically. {Like that shampoo commercial where everyone tells their friends and "and so on and so on..."} So, here goes. My list of opinions...or as I like to call them: FACTS. 1.  I have begun way too many sentences with the word "so". I think that is a grammar violation.  2.  I'm fine with that. 3.  It is perfectly acceptable to layer a pastel pink top with a red sweatshirt jacket and again with a hot pink {fuchsia?} down filled vest. In fact, it is a fashion DO. 4.  # 3 above is true even if you have red (or strawberry blond) hair. 5.  Cats are cool.  6.  Dogs are too. 7.  So are birds...both wild and tame. 8.  Rabbits are too cute for words. But a little scary as pets. (They growl and have teeth and act like they are going to bite.)  9.  There is no such thing as "too much of a good thing". 10. Any amount of a bad thing is "too much of a bad thing". 11. All web applications should be intuitive. (I'm talking to you facebook. I used to understand...now I don't.) 12. TV commercials are way too loud. (Maybe that's because they know we're really going to the loo and need to hear when they are over.) 13. Scary movies and scary TV shows should not show scary commercials. I don't go see scary movies for a reason! I definitely don't want to have to see the scary commercial. 14. Sitcoms should not have laugh tracks. Really. I think we all know if it's funny or not. Please stop trying to tell us it's funny. 15. Almost every TV show goes on for at least one season too long. --Except for Frasier. Somehow that one worked.   Okay dokey.  Hopefully, these fun facts aren't too controversial. I'd love to know what some of your truths are. Let me know if you link up.  Cheers,

Keeping It Real

I've been off-line since Tuesday. I've been cranky. I didn't want to write/blog in my cranky mood. Actually, I'm being too nice when I say I've been cranky. I've been sullen. Maybe that is a better world. Yes, I believe that is a more honest description of what I have been. I hesitate to write when I'm this way. I hesitate to write because of several reasons:


I want this to be a place for fun. And I hope it is {sometimes, at least} funny. I'm completely okay with biting humor. I don't want this to be simply a venting venue. That's almost too easy.

Interestingly, I'm not the only person that struggles with trying navigating this boundary. I participated in the #blogsmarts twitter party yesterday. For me, the answer to "biggest" {blogging} struggle question revolves around this.

I mean, I love to read other blogs...and I enjoy being allowed to see a little snippet of the blogger's life...but I'm not under an illusion that the blog showcases the entire life. After all, a blog is not a diary.

Permission to Rest

I haven't written a blog post in a week!  How is that possible? But I've been thinking about my blog every day. Thinking I can't wait to get back to my keyboard. I want to write something...it's been too long...But, after work functions and the need for sleep overruled my desire.

I had to give myself permission to rest. My doctor(s) give me a very hard time about my sleep habits. They tell me that my sleep habits MAY be contributing to my {very minor} health issues. I am "healthy", don't get me wrong. I have great blood pressure, my cholesterol numbers were as good as ever, etc. Only real health complaints are Asthma (we are getting this better controlled) and fatigue. Oh, and weight.

I just hate always thinking about weight. I had been a Jenny member for two years (or longer). I lost weight and plateaued. But (same old story) as soon as I decided to eat "real" food, my weight crept back up.

This could very well be because my definition of "real" food isn't a nutritionist's definition of real food.

I did do something that has helped me feel good about myself. I broke down and bought new clothes. Yes, they are a size larger than what I had been...in fact my body returned to a previous size. But the clothes are flattering. The dress I'm wearing above and to the right is one of my favorite new pieces.

I purchased a few things that I need to take back. They didn't fit the "perfect" bill. I've been meaning to get back to the store with these pieces for over a week. Somehow the idea of taking back is not as appealing as bringing home.

What Do I Do? When I'm not Bloggin'?

Once again, I have been away from you much too long.  I haven't written about what I do for a living yet.  Anyhoo, I am a banker.  I've worked in some banking or finance role since I got out of college. {Caveat, I did take two years off--but I digress.}

My current job is one of my coolest jobs yet. It's a niche bank that caters to start up or newly started companies.  So, we get to work with some really cutting edge type companies and some really cool individuals with great ideas and courage.

The other kinda cool thing about the bank I work for?  We don't have a retail presence.  We are strictly a commercial bank.  No bank branches, teller windows, ATMs.  It is nothing like most people would think of as a bank.

I have most often worked in the operations side of things...I've never been a teller and I've never worked in a bank branch.  So, even though I have almost always worked for a bank, you would never run into me in the bank.

I don't talk about my job for several reasons.