Our weather today really sucked. It was stormy, thundering and just plain nasty for most of the day. We got several different *waves* of the rain. And, wouldn't you know it, after running a couple small errands, just as I got to the shopping center, it started to pour. Now, I am NOT one to run in the rain any more. I am too old and afraid of falling on my face since parking lots and streets all seem to get oily in a good rain. Just my luck, I would be the ONLY person to slip and fall. At my age, that can be very dangerous. So...I put my reading glasses that I normally keep on top of my head for quick use if I need to read something into my purse and sauntered over to the door of the first store I went to. I had cashed the check I got for my birthday so I could buy some new things for myself.
The first place I went to look for some nice pants had nothing on sale that would fit me. I guess I shouldn't have gone in so soon after many parents (and teenagers) had bought school clothes. Now that I am down to a size 8, that's a size that is pretty popular among many of the high school kids...LOL. So, I headed for the ever popular Walmart. *Sigh* But they DO carry some nice jeans so I figured I should be able to find something there. I was right. I bought two pair of jeans (one blue, one black) and a nice pair of black slacks. I had a tougher time finding nice tops. I had more *blouse-y* things in mind but ended up buying five pullover type tops. Three are Danskin in a really nice material but different patterns...sort-of. One has a slightly different pattern to it without it being a real pattern...more like a mix of threads.
Then two of the ones I bought are the type with collars and three buttons. One is black, the other white. *Sigh* Boring but functional. It will have to do. I then bought myself some French vanilla coffee creamer (love that stuff lately) and a nice bottle of vodka at ABC liquor which is just next door to Walmart. It's been a while since I had any in the house and that was a treat for me. I didn't share one tiny bit of the money sent to me as per my BFF's instructions. *Grin*. I have almost never done that. Oh, I did it once before a couple years ago when I got an unexpected refund from a Class Action suit. I got it just before I made my last trip to Chicago so I spent it there....on me and a dinner out with my ex-sister-in-law and her hubby. It was fun! That was the first time I had ever done that in all my married life. I enjoyed it today and I have no regrets and feel no guilt. Does that make me a bad person? I used to give up a LOT of my money for my kids and their needs. I didn't regret any of that. It was natural, I believe. My only vice at the time was having my nails done every two weeks. Small price to pay for a little self-indulgence.
I almost....almost...thought about having my nails done today but decided I needed the clothes more. I really didn't have any pants that fit me. Back when I had my emergency surgery, they didn't really let me eat due to the removal of part of my colon. For three days, nothing! Then it was a liquid diet (only jello and pudding for anything substantial) for the next five days.
I finally got something solid (toast, scrambled eggs and bacon!) on the last day I was in the hospital. Now, think about this....they expected me to have a bowel movement before I could be released. Where did they think this material would come from? I actually did but I have a feeling it was the toast, eggs and bacon that my system processed quickly so I could go home and eat some REAL food. LOL! I lost over 15 lbs from that episode and I've kept it off. Thankfully, this time the weight loss hasn't left me drawn and looking like I am on the verge of dying. I just look ... smaller.
Even the Beast doesn't think I look bad at all. He says I don't look unhealthy like I did a couple years ago. Since he's always been the most critical of me, I figure that tells it all to anyone that knows me and wonders. Also, family can ask Sister Cee. She sees me all the time...well, once a week. LOL! But that's more than any others of my siblings see me. I think my son, Mustachio, was worried for a while (oh, and Sheepie was here around me, too) but, when he came here to move Sheepie, he got to see me and I think went home feeling better about me.
I was talking to my son, Marcus, online on the FB chat today. He had one of those moments when I mentioned my size and I knew what was on his mind. But I told him I did NOT look like death (not in those words). I just looked normal and actually fairly healthy. I had been losing a lot of hair and that scared me until I had to go to emergency because of my appendix. I have to apologize to my daughter-in-law, Raven, because when she had a bad appendix (years ago) and she tried to tell me that's why she was so sick, I really didn't know how she was so sure. But now I do. I KNEW it was my appendix (and it was). I thought of her when it happened to me. I know she knew then that I didn't really think she could KNOW. But, when you know your body, you DO know. If you just *think* it might be, it probably isn't. I even told the Beast that I had to bring a couple things with me to emergency because I was going to have to have surgery. HE didn't believe ME...but he learned. LOL!
I digressed there...speaking about losing my hair...it turns out that it was because I had that dead section of colon that was affecting my body. It seems like what I lost is growing back in (I have all this *fuzz* that is growing in now. I just wish it would hurry up and get longer. I feel like a duckling at times because it will stick up like pin feathers when my hair dries. It just looks...weird!
My son is going off once again to another city and state for a work related installation. This time it's in Lubbock, Texas. I had asked him what city because we did a lot of traveling around Texas back in the early 70's and almost bought a house in San Antonio. However, we never got to Lubbock once we decided to head further west. That's when we ended up in San Diego....the city of my heart. I think all my kids loved when we lived there.
We bought our first house in a town called Poway. It had more horses per acre than people at the time. My kids could ride horses through the drive-up windows of any of the fast food places and there were still those horse hitching posts in some of the shopping centers, just like the Wild West. I also happened to have an aunt and uncle that lived there and we spent a lot of time with them. It was great living back then. We hated to leave (the kids and I) but it was necessary for the Beast since his work hours were being slowly but surely cut back due to the fact that he was on a union travel card and work got slow. So we moved back to Florida, which the kids learned to love due to the beach. Plus they were old enough to grab the bus down to the beach...except for Marcus, of course. He was the youngest and had to wait a bit....LOL.
Well, time to put this to bed. It's late and I need to put myself back to bed, too. Love you all. Remember to be kind and smile a lot. Learn to love yourself just the way you are and you will be surprised at how other people will react. If you don't love yourself, how can other people love you? *I* love you, regardless. ***Hugs***
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