Friday, July 31, 2009

A Positive Way To Spend My Vacation Time

From 7/5/2007
I've had this whole week off from work. And as I stated in a recent entry on my Yahoo 360 blog, it didn't start out to be that cheery. I think my hormones were a bit out of whack, although for no particular reason. Anyway...

Once the week got going, I put all my energies into helping a good friend who had surgery on Tuesday. She had to have her rotator cuff repaired on her right shoulder, and therefore has been quite layed up. It's amazing how much we rely on BOTH our arms and hands and now that she can only move ONE for several weeks, it has been quite challening for her to do pretty much anything, especially get dressed. After picking her up from the hospital on Tuesday, I took her home and spent the night at her house (since she lives alone). I also spent the day there yesterday as well. It was a somewhat uneventful Fourth of July for both of us, but it felt good to be doing something good.

Sometimes I feel like I get really caught up in my own life and worrying about my own needs, which is logical, since I also live alone, am the only "bread winner" that I can rely on, and therefore have turned my lifestyle into one that is quite independent. I don't like relying on others, and neither does this friend of mine. But it was a bit humbling for both of us to have to work together. I had the opportunity to serve someone else besides myself, and she had to humble herself enough to ask for help repeatedly. It was quite hard for her to ask, especially when she needed help getting dressed.

At the end of the day, we were able to watch the town's small fireworks display, which added a bit of 4th of July spirit to our otherwise "normal" day. Today, I'm actually at home, but I've already called and checked in on her and will probably stop by her house for a while later today. It's not been a bad way to spend my time off.

Happy Birthday America!

From July 5, 2007
Happy 4th of July! (A day late, I know.) I always say that the 4th of July is one of my favorite holidays, but I really didn't do that much to celebrate. I did get to go to our local fireworks display, which wasn't too bad for our small town. I snapped a few pictures with my cell phone camera. They aren't the best, but they are still fun. (One of my friends took pictures last year with her "good" camera. I have one of those photos posted on last year's blog entry.)

There was a bit of excitement in the fireworks display that doesn't normally occur. At three different times, there seemed to be some "technical difficulties" going on down where they were lighting the fireworks. It was actually quite scary! It was as though the fireworks they were attempting to light exploded into huge balls of fire that then floated a bit up into the air, turning into a cloud of thick black smoke. I wished I had my camera ready to go for that! But really, I think the city lost some fireworks in these explosions, since the show seemed a bit short and there wasn't a finale, at least not a traditional one. The last explosion was huge and I think it was supposed to be the fireworks that would end the show. I just hope no one was hurt -- I haven't heard any reports or news of it.

Emotions Gone Amuck

From June 2007
I had the weirdest day yesterday! I'm not quite sure what was up... but I was just not right. I woke up not feeling quite well. I had a bit of an upset stomach or something. As the morning progressed however, I started to feel much better. Whew! But then in the afternoon, I started to feel weird again. I didn't feel outright sick, but just not myself. The weirdest part of the day kicked in as evening approached. Since I wasn't feeling all that energetic, I decided to just kick back on the couch and watch some tv (Sunday night hosts some of my favorites). As I started to get into the shows, I noticed I was becoming quite a bit emotional. There were a few scenes that could make ya choke up a bit, but I started to really cry. I realized that maybe the storyline was what got me started, but it wasn't what was maintaining this emotional outburst. I was feeling very alone and sad. This is not a usual thing for me. In fact, it's pretty rare most of the time (although this has happened before, so it wasn't new either). Anyway, I finally got a grip on things, and started to watch something different. And it started again!! For the life of me, I could not figure out what the hell was wrong with me! It's almost a bit amuzing now .

But ya know what? Sometimes a good hard cry can actually feel good in the long run. I went to bed with a "crying headache" but this morning I felt quite good. I can tell the lonliness had a little bit of an effect on me, because I felt a bit of motivation to go guy hunting today - (now that's really funny!!)

Reminds Me of Home

From June 2007
This was an email (a "funny") that was forwarded to me quite a long time ago. But I printed it off once, because it reminded me so much of how life was where I grew up.

Small Towns
In a small town...
1. You can name everyone you graduated with.
2. You know what 4-H means.
3. You went to parties at a pasture, barn, gravel pit, or in the middle of a dirt road. On Monday you could always tell who was at the party because of the scratches on their legs from running through the woods when the party was busted (see #6).
4. You used to "drag" Main.
5. You said the "F" word and your parents knew within the hour.
6. You scheduled parties around the schedules of different police officers, because you knew which one would bust you and which ones wouldn't.
7. You could never buy cigarettes because all the store clerks knew how old you were (and if you were old enough, they'd tell your parents anyhow.)
8. When you did find somebody old enough or brave enough to buy cigarettes, you still had to go out into the country and drive on backroads to smoke them.
9. It was cool to date somebody from the neighboring town.
10. The whole school went to the same party after graduation.
11. You didn't give directions by street names but rather by references. "Turn by Nelson's house, go 2 blocks to Anderson's, and it's four houses left of the track field..."
12. The golf course only had 9 holes (if you even had a golf course!)
13. You couldn't help but date a friend's ex boyfriend/girlfriend.
14. Your car stayed filthy because of the dirt roads, and you will never own a dark vehicle for that reason.
15. The town next to you was considered "trashy" or "snooty," but was actually just like yours.
16. You referred to anyone with a house newer than 1965 as the "rich" people.
17. The people in the "big city" dressed funny, and then you picked up the trend 2 years later.
18. Anyone you wanted could be found at the local gas station or hamburger joint.
19. You saw at least one friend a week driving a tractor through town on one of your friends driving a grain truck to school occasionally.
20. The gym teacher suggested you haul hay for the summer to get stronger.
21. Directions were given using the one and only stop light as a reference.
22. When you decided to walk somewhere for exercise, 5 people would over and ask if you wanted a ride.
23. Your teachers called you by your older siblings' names.
24. You could charge at any local store or write checks without any ID.
25. The closest Mc Donalds was 25 miles away or more.
26. The closest mall was over an hour away.
27. It was normal to see an old man riding through town on a riding lawn mower.
28. You've pee'd in a cornfield.
29. Most people went by a nickname.
30. Your teachers remembered when they taught your parents.

Such fun memories! Some of these things are still true in my hometown. Some of these are true in the small town I live in now!