tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91208267061433082562024-03-05T03:15:08.803-05:00The Jage PageAn imperfect perfectionist plodding through the idiocracy.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger204125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9120826706143308256.post-28236809708190771802010-09-23T19:44:00.001-04:002010-09-23T19:45:25.154-04:00You taught me.So many things, you taught me.
You taught me to be self-reliant, then begrudgingly smiled called me "Little Miss Independent" when I tartly insisted, "I do it my-sef!" You taught me that I was to respect others; adults, other kids, people I thought were different from me (they weren't, I learned that from you). You treated people as you wanted them to treat you, and I saw that. Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9120826706143308256.post-19143167616068810842010-09-02T20:57:00.000-04:002010-09-02T20:57:33.631-04:00It's cliche`Of course it is. But cliche`d sayings become that way for a reason - because they are true.
Bad things happen to good people.
Family man. Self-employed. Builds pneumatic machinery for a living. Experimenting currently with ways to recycle fiberglass and plastic and make the combination into something useful. Did I mention what a nice guy he is?
A shredder he's using catches his gloved hand, Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9120826706143308256.post-37487283831330177732010-08-27T15:10:00.000-04:002010-08-27T15:10:05.057-04:00What an honor.It's not something that happens very often. To most people, we're a vague memory on one of the worst days of your life. We don't often get to find out the outcome of the time we spend with you. Was our diagnosis correct? Did we do everything right? Did we make you better? Did you have any idea how much we cared?
However, last Tuesday, we had the honor of meeting a patient who, over the past yearUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9120826706143308256.post-35623158592558989812010-08-21T00:17:00.000-04:002010-08-21T00:17:49.033-04:00I'm not dead, just... floating
Geez, where does one begin when so much time has passed? There's been fun. There's been love. There's been birth. There's been death. There's been a lot of work and daily life and monotony in between. Let's see if I can condense it into one of my beloved bulleted lists, and promise never, ever, ever to be gone this long again.
Married my soulmate in April, on the day in between our two Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9120826706143308256.post-34809725890357712932010-03-06T09:00:00.002-05:002010-03-06T09:00:02.289-05:00See this movie!Temple Grandin, currently showing on HBO channels. Claire Danes is nothing short of fantastic, and Temple herself is a fascinating person.
I've watched it 3 times in 2 days and I'm not even close to tiring of it.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9120826706143308256.post-38937462110985394952010-03-05T00:43:00.000-05:002010-03-05T00:43:25.811-05:00It's been confirmed.My beloved just confirmed to me today (very tactfully, as is his way), that I am a much easier person to be around when I get my workout in every day.
It's been a rough couple of weeks... I've been sort of tied to the house while he goes to work and a guy with long legs, a comically short torso and hilarious eyebrows shows up and hangs out in the basement for several hours, muttering. He's not Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9120826706143308256.post-31365289076462829752010-03-02T15:23:00.000-05:002010-03-02T15:23:14.786-05:00It's not normal.How much I love this dog.
What is it? Is it the expectation of nothing more than a couple of meals and a couple of trips outside a day? The sheer jubilation when I have more to offer?
Maybe it's the way she stands there looking at me with those eyes of molten chocolate, then - so as to further cause my heart to melt - rests her chin on my knee, or the chair, or the side of the bed..Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9120826706143308256.post-35008574045409152582010-02-10T00:13:00.001-05:002010-02-10T00:14:54.383-05:00The struggle.This is the struggle.
I can work out for 2 1/2 hours (like I did today), and eat right all day, fighting cravings at home tooth and nail, with only my careful planning to rely upon...
Only to come to work, to this.It's like saying to a crackhead, "I'm just going to put these rocks here on the counter... you don't have to smoke them. In fact, feel free to ignore them." It's like buying an Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9120826706143308256.post-5490964401852411972010-02-08T13:14:00.000-05:002010-02-08T13:14:03.970-05:00Why?Why.
When we have days and days advance notice, do you, the public, insist upon getting into your vehicles and venturing out into a blizzard? I know you have food in your houses, because I saw you ALL at the grocery store Thursday night. Every damn one of you.
I will give you a pass on being out until evening rush hour Friday; the weather had not yet started when you left for work in the Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9120826706143308256.post-91873175458392220102010-02-05T09:38:00.001-05:002010-02-05T09:38:35.479-05:00Who IS this person?I had a late night last night, as, like the rest of the mid-atlantic, northeast, and east coast, I had to go grocery shopping. Seems I always let the fridge get completely empty the day before a snowstorm is forecast. So, while my fellow 'Burghers were loading their carts with milk, bread, and the all-important TP, I was shopping for the basics - while hungry. I escaped unscathed, with only the Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9120826706143308256.post-79334182956507545732010-02-04T10:32:00.000-05:002010-02-04T10:32:45.451-05:00Where's Billy Mays when I need him?I've got a very important and life-saving invention and I need a good pitchman. And it needs to be a pitchMAN for this one.
See, I've noticed that men seem to be totally clueless about their words and actions and... that... breathing too loud thing they do - around women, during what I will delicately refer to as Rage Week.
My invention, an Estrogen-Sensing-Pod (or ESP for short), Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9120826706143308256.post-84400407401659733432010-02-03T16:26:00.000-05:002010-02-03T16:26:46.599-05:00What a pain in the ass.No. Really.
So I kicked up the cardio a couple of weeks ago. I noticed that I felt allover more stiff the rest of the day for the first few days, then I seemed to acclimate to it. Little bit of heating pad lovin' or whirlpool time after the gym and it would be gone. Mostly. (Side note: ThermaCare patches 1) DO NOT get hot enough and 2) do NOT stick! Don't think just because it's on your Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9120826706143308256.post-23524853548919014982010-01-30T13:35:00.000-05:002010-01-30T13:35:00.060-05:00Just once...I'd like to get an "abnormal labs" call,
and instead of showing up at a nursing home
for an 80 year old who looks healthy enough
to beat me in a foot-race to the hospital...
I'd like to find this instead.
Just sayin'.
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9120826706143308256.post-36555621211186531842010-01-27T09:17:00.002-05:002010-01-27T09:17:00.685-05:00The subconscious mindDo you pay attention to what you tell yourself? Make it a point to listen to all of those thoughts, both the nagging and the fleeting, for just a few minutes. I think you'll be surprised at the things that run though your brain from one moment to the next.
Any of these sound familiar?
I can't. I just don't have time.
Ugh, I'm so fat.
Look at her running that 5k! I couldn't possibly Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9120826706143308256.post-17247805323237685732010-01-25T09:04:00.001-05:002010-01-25T09:04:00.150-05:00Cast of charactersI'm a people-watcher.
I have this tendency to create my own names, identities and backstories for people who I run across in everyday life, but whom I don't know from a can of paint. Lately, I keep seeing the same faces at the gym and I amuse myself during those cardio sessions when the closed-captioning on the tvs is pissing me off and I can't watch any more.
A few of the regulars:Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9120826706143308256.post-24857761351300619662010-01-22T17:02:00.000-05:002010-01-22T17:02:05.244-05:00I don't want to jinx myself, but...(shhh)
... I've gotten back into my gym schedule.
I have made it to the gym 5 days Monday through Friday, which means I've hit my attendance goal. I'm not half-assing it either, people. I made a commitment to myself that I'd kick the cardio up to an hour per session. I need to do that until this weight comes off. Yes, I'm in great shape and I am seeing muscle definition I haven't seen in yearsUnknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9120826706143308256.post-51073450556536357472010-01-07T07:27:00.001-05:002010-01-07T07:27:31.023-05:00Ouch.That's what I get for taking a couple weeks month(ish) off of my 5 day a week workout schedule. My chicken cutlets - as they call them on What Not To Wear (the area between your underarm and boobs) - and my pecs are positively throbbing with pain - I swear my upper pecs are even a little swollen. (I do not desire or need more swelling in this area.) Reaching over my head produces an Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9120826706143308256.post-33930409907701120192010-01-04T06:35:00.002-05:002010-01-04T06:56:42.684-05:00Back to itThe holidays have, thankfully, come and gone. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy them. What I don't enjoy is the onslaught that begins earlier and earlier every year. I remember nearly having a fit of apoplexy in Kohl's when I saw Christmas displays up in mid-October. I remember mumbling psychotically to myself and shaking my head. I may have twitched once or twice. Hey, it keeps the pesky salespeople Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9120826706143308256.post-64405452713015748392009-12-25T17:42:00.002-05:002009-12-25T18:38:59.603-05:00Merry Christmas!Hard to believe the last entry was Thanksgiving. There's been lots of blood, sweat, tears, achy muscles, long days and nights, deaths and saves, between then and now. Life has settled and I finally have a moment to just sit and write.Two years ago today, I got the best surprise of my life. A scavenger hunt of note cards led me, finally, to a little box from the jeweler in the bread drawer and a Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9120826706143308256.post-62131655270774049192009-11-26T09:09:00.001-05:002009-11-26T09:11:09.013-05:00Happy Thanksgiving!I saw several herds/gaggles/gangs/mobs of turkey this morning on my drive to work. I wonder if they were going to Thanksgiving dinner?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9120826706143308256.post-29332578790907497062009-11-25T09:10:00.003-05:002009-11-25T09:52:21.685-05:00Sometimes you have to visit where you were...... to see just how good it is where you are now.We celebrated our Thanksgiving day yesterday since we're working through the holiday. Dinner with all the trimmings, mini-pies for dessert. I do my best to eat in a healthy way. I strive for foods that are minimally processed. I avoid flour and sugar. I don't eat pie. I don't eat mashed potatoes and gravy. Yams are microwaved with a little pat of Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9120826706143308256.post-25381784270056251512009-11-22T08:49:00.002-05:002009-11-22T09:31:37.316-05:00Week In Review*sigh*Have you ever felt that - while things were stable and you were accomplishing the things you wanted to accomplish - that you were on the precipice of it all crumbling? That is how I feel. It's not really the upcoming holidays; I feel that I've worked very hard to overcome that holiday Buffet Pig-Out mentality and mastered the art of 90%.It is the disruption of my routine. Believe it or not,Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9120826706143308256.post-24094764928299176182009-11-17T08:18:00.003-05:002009-11-17T08:46:37.322-05:00Crop-DustedDear Dude Working Out On Treadmill In Front Of Me:It has been well over 20 years since someone farted so horribly in my presence that I nearly threw up (and that's saying a lot, I'm in healthcare). The last time was on a road trip, trapped in a Ford Tempo with my brother; 80mph down the highway, but I seriously considered the tuck n' roll, if only it would allow me to escape that thick, lingeringUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9120826706143308256.post-26250904610528378172009-11-11T20:34:00.004-05:002009-11-11T20:47:07.526-05:00OverwhelmedThis blog is not dead, just temporarily neglected. My days have consisted of a blur of physical therapy appointments, gym workouts, and painting and remodeling my house for the tenant who is moving in mid-December.I remember why I only paint once every 10 years: I hate it. I hate moving stuff. I hate covering stuff. I *VERY*hate cutting in.However, my month of night shifts is drawing to a close Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9120826706143308256.post-22142077886443582612009-10-22T16:03:00.000-04:002009-10-22T16:32:17.425-04:00Confession time.I'm seeing someone on the side. There's been this unanswered throb inside of me, calling out, unanswered, for release. God bless him, my sweet fiance did his best to give me what I needed. I will always love him for that. I even tried desperately on my own to satisfy my need for release. It ended, embarrassingly, with me on the floor, and feeling dirty. I met him this morning. He promised me thatUnknownnoreply@blogger.com2