tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-232419172024-03-07T15:18:46.149-06:00Death Bed MomentThe continuing saga of a quack who's gone to the dogs...or cats, as the case may be.Wilmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14157668024779513698noreply@blogger.comBlogger1598125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23241917.post-44698611990519437362023-05-04T08:47:00.001-06:002023-05-04T08:47:09.070-06:00Disembodied Voice From the Past Says What?<p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I received an email from Blogger this morning. A post from 2006 was "flagged for review" for violating guidelines regarding the <span style="font-size: 11pt;">Malware and Viruses policy. As such, the post was unpublished and need to be dealt with.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Friends, this post was from 17 years ago. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">17 years!</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Who is wandering around the interwebs looking at my dusty old posts from 17 years ago and reporting them? </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">What was the issue? What was so urgent and potentially harmful that this post needed to be reported, flagged, & unpublished? It contained a link to the Polynesian Cultural Centre in Hawaii. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">So I've added the link to this post. As a test. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Let's see if I get reported again.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">ETA:</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Welp. Couldn't publish the post with the link. Is this a thing now? Can't have any links in your posts? Surely that cannot be. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">P.S. You can find it at polynesia dot com ~ great place. Cannot recommend enough.</span></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p> </p>Wilmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14157668024779513698noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23241917.post-58788592820327611672021-10-08T17:17:00.003-06:002021-10-08T17:17:33.828-06:00New Computer, Who Dis?<p> 4 hours.</p><p><br /></p><p>I've been working at this for 4 hours, and I've managed to complete 3 things.</p><p><br /></p><p>Bought a new computer. Trying to transfer information, log into accounts, work on bookmarks... I'm sure there is a much better way than what I've been doing, but I don't know it!</p><p><br /></p><p>Spent 2 hours finding phone numbers for help desks, calling, talking, getting cut off, looking for passwords...</p><p><br /></p><p>I think my brain is too old for this shite.<br /></p>Wilmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14157668024779513698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23241917.post-4195627463597333412020-12-19T13:12:00.003-06:002020-12-19T13:12:23.958-06:00Starting Over, Starting Fresh<p> I feel like I've gotten a new lease on life. </p><p>I went through 2 surgeries this summer to deal with a cancerous tumour in my thyroid, and am now on thyroid replacement hormones to keep my body doing... whatever the hell the thyroid does. My numbers have stabilized and my med dosage has been the same for 3 months, so I think I'm where I need to be.</p><p>All this has made me realize that it has been a loooooong freakin' time since my thyroid has worked properly - judging by how I feel right now & my energy levels. I'm certainly not going to go out & run a marathon, but I can at least THINK about it without collapsing into bed.</p><p>I've come to the conclusion that sheer will & stubbornness are the only things that have kept me going for years.</p>Wilmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14157668024779513698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23241917.post-41490803031527301422017-09-22T14:47:00.000-06:002017-09-22T14:47:14.529-06:00Disappointed In DisjointedI love me some Kathy Bates. I think the woman is an amazing talent who deserves every accolade she gets. I can't pick a favourite role of hers - Fried Green Tomatoes...Misery...About Schmidt...Mike & Molly - she's so good! She can do comedy, drama, suspense. I used to think she could do no wrong. And then...<br />
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<i>Disjointed</i>. {Sigh} I was so looking forward to this show. And I'm so disappointed.<br />
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Can we all agree that laugh tracks need to go away? What an absolutely annoying, unnecessary distraction. I realize it is filmed in front of a live studio audience, but what is the point? Look at the sheer fabulousness of Modern Family. No laugh track, no limit to what you can film or do. Netflix has the opportunity to do some really amazing work here, & this just falls short. Just like <i>The</i> <i>Ranch</i> --- {Snort} Don't even get me started on <i>The Ranch</i>.<br />
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Kathy Bates is, as usual, stellar in her role. Where <i>Disjointed</i> falls short is the writing & supporting cast. The supporting cast is trying too hard; too hard for laughs & too hard to "act". The writers are putting it all on Kathy Bates' shoulders. Is this supposed to be an ensemble or is it a 'star vehicle' for Kathy? I feel like they can't decide, which has left me disengaged in the whole show. I don't care about any of these characters. & the side-story of the security guard with the delusions & possible PTSD feels like they're playing it for laughs. PTSD sufferers deserve better.<br />
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& so do the viewers of <i>Disjointed</i>.<br />
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After 2 episodes, I'm throwing in the towel. There are too many other quality programs out there competing for my limited time.<br />
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<br />Wilmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14157668024779513698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23241917.post-13359115943171820212016-08-22T19:45:00.001-06:002016-08-22T19:45:41.347-06:00Calvin Speaks Truth<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI9DwDJrISVYVdD_JptoHEeElrLAFAPCYJ4YJRax0xkLfQT6yRnCAxwltvOoYQmpF11ypCfxlI5456toVicVnvxHP1BNhvR3c_ZGZ47O7-PmziwW3On_OqyIK-TkoeS7TyVLEJ/s640/blogger-image--1547010325.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI9DwDJrISVYVdD_JptoHEeElrLAFAPCYJ4YJRax0xkLfQT6yRnCAxwltvOoYQmpF11ypCfxlI5456toVicVnvxHP1BNhvR3c_ZGZ47O7-PmziwW3On_OqyIK-TkoeS7TyVLEJ/s640/blogger-image--1547010325.jpg"></a></div>Wilmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14157668024779513698noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23241917.post-37916213125382740502016-07-29T10:12:00.001-06:002016-07-29T10:12:15.009-06:00Before I Go<div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Before I go</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Tell me a story:</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Remind me of that time we laughed until our faces cramped,</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Share an adventure we took,</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Talk about your thoughts of when we first met.</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Before I go,</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Touch me:</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Hug me, longer than usual,</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Kiss my cheek, my temple, my forehead, </div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Hold my hand or rub my feet. </div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Before I go,</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Promise me:</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">You will remember how I made you feel,</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">You will share photos & stories,</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">You will think of me & smile.</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Before I go,</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">I need you to know:</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">I've loved you, deeply,</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">I treasure all time I've spent with you,</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">You made my life better,</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Before I go,</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Talk to me, even though I can't answer,</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Hold me, even though it may hurt,</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Look at me, even though I've changed, </div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Because, before I go, </div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">...I'm still here.</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div>Wilmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14157668024779513698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23241917.post-24368408910416230322016-06-26T19:24:00.001-06:002016-06-26T19:24:53.788-06:00I Smurfed A Smurf Smurf<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div>My gawd, but I am in Lurve with mini-gardens (commonly known as "fairie gardens"). I've been yapping about doing one for months... I've been scouring Pinterest looking for any & all ideas. I've been coveting all the little arches & furniture & mini clotheslines & hammocks & small plants & planning! Oh, the planning.<div><br></div><div>Puffy Kracker just wanted me to Shut. Up.</div><div><br></div><div>I lucked into a sale & purchased a little house, a picnic table, fence pieces, & some stepping stones about 3 weeks ago. I stole some small plants from Conrad & Bronco Bill (including a baby pine tree!). I crafted up a wishing well, bridge, & gate (thank you, glue gun & popsicle sticks). I decided that my barrel planter would be the perfect location. But I just couldn't figure out my theme...</div><div><br></div><div>Until I was rooting around in the toy box for some mini stuff to give Sissy for a practical joke & discovered my long-forgotten Smurf figurines from B.A. (Before Adulthood). & suddenly, everything clicked into place.</div><div><br></div><div>Behold!</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixSO3sKvzSvUCYfcUxA-rqOv2lkKEI0ywDR-hEU3BKUKFf181Xyp_oR2haKJN624Xy5dtwrPWR5dUeTfkJ0oML3ZXGp1LNoz7tqdgFVEMcY5tRkI2jx5zKBsreiiUPtJbe8zVV/s640/blogger-image--1963893596.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixSO3sKvzSvUCYfcUxA-rqOv2lkKEI0ywDR-hEU3BKUKFf181Xyp_oR2haKJN624Xy5dtwrPWR5dUeTfkJ0oML3ZXGp1LNoz7tqdgFVEMcY5tRkI2jx5zKBsreiiUPtJbe8zVV/s640/blogger-image--1963893596.jpg"></a></div>My Smurfin' Smurf Garden</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYl27bT4jxmgUwR_ex9SlgmMowjvu3p9g8-4XCTAbidlxpIEpLvSReYW2p6ft_14gnsS_dh5yaSp4cudpIn73UYwMnq0gtX9DMZ-lnT7FL-6k8BHC7lpAKCt33yaI4682fE_pF/s640/blogger-image--1309707483.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYl27bT4jxmgUwR_ex9SlgmMowjvu3p9g8-4XCTAbidlxpIEpLvSReYW2p6ft_14gnsS_dh5yaSp4cudpIn73UYwMnq0gtX9DMZ-lnT7FL-6k8BHC7lpAKCt33yaI4682fE_pF/s640/blogger-image--1309707483.jpg"></a></div>Bridge over Stream lined with river rocks </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdWMp-tAYD529cr5KQXzUYei5_lj15PyOM20-jM6y-Mb0sKObf1bxPm_LR7N9kRtY2AYDC6Aloic1P6uq30oXkw4lBaN9Evk-hR3LCbR3xA-Y8oaByFwqPYd1FGl5-knfIY-6Y/s640/blogger-image--274576454.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdWMp-tAYD529cr5KQXzUYei5_lj15PyOM20-jM6y-Mb0sKObf1bxPm_LR7N9kRtY2AYDC6Aloic1P6uq30oXkw4lBaN9Evk-hR3LCbR3xA-Y8oaByFwqPYd1FGl5-knfIY-6Y/s640/blogger-image--274576454.jpg"></a></div>Stepping stones, gazing balls (marbles on golf tees) & a garden gnome</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip50JY6Q1RuAG47bpbOw6r8qK42KHtYGoofa7WlLTV5wlySukROAqrRLtngyLnaeTg9pTE22Hs_AuVA0aau9lMvE-Saih7fMXNyPC8fuicZYAx6-9itzThNXfBA8c7GxiftXLf/s640/blogger-image--670524147.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip50JY6Q1RuAG47bpbOw6r8qK42KHtYGoofa7WlLTV5wlySukROAqrRLtngyLnaeTg9pTE22Hs_AuVA0aau9lMvE-Saih7fMXNyPC8fuicZYAx6-9itzThNXfBA8c7GxiftXLf/s640/blogger-image--670524147.jpg"></a></div>Like seriously. This kills me. How Smurfin' cute is this?</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcACXRhduzMm3eER66hiX-u5YeUdbyJ4a_GIBXYA28YmJP_lKutp-AV1qanyB8N8vXCix3t0PVmaMDwUkl_iVb8xYQXLTAkSgB2wIDE6Cbs4iW3_vZNWjRvJZHX2vzPYpYxuC9/s640/blogger-image--1746518500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcACXRhduzMm3eER66hiX-u5YeUdbyJ4a_GIBXYA28YmJP_lKutp-AV1qanyB8N8vXCix3t0PVmaMDwUkl_iVb8xYQXLTAkSgB2wIDE6Cbs4iW3_vZNWjRvJZHX2vzPYpYxuC9/s640/blogger-image--1746518500.jpg"></a></div>Picnic area with wishing well & chiminea (Caltrate bottle with hole cut in the side, spray painted)</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6jlkzZ7NpImBDdH_S21qZLjwYl3rrHnR4cBVxFTz8njM3izQfp5SVJpC19TxbC7gHYKV3rMf7OrNXejbhmqTy1OtzTAVb8qflP5lOX0IXT0p7fnSHHMoTPfMpQEa0TPHhx2Ud/s640/blogger-image--926716152.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6jlkzZ7NpImBDdH_S21qZLjwYl3rrHnR4cBVxFTz8njM3izQfp5SVJpC19TxbC7gHYKV3rMf7OrNXejbhmqTy1OtzTAVb8qflP5lOX0IXT0p7fnSHHMoTPfMpQEa0TPHhx2Ud/s640/blogger-image--926716152.jpg"></a></div>It's a Smurf picnic! </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRAt6gziNRng6I1QxeEDJ2rkQZSZNtJVDteAu6ojmJm7e2h-f7pN1FbQo1lg4_53x_OLmI8ECnnhrjPR7sbuSkoNfITJvZgKnO8A1g7OmqOkniUp3c0dL1vtq1k6FTvYteeDEn/s640/blogger-image--1797142648.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRAt6gziNRng6I1QxeEDJ2rkQZSZNtJVDteAu6ojmJm7e2h-f7pN1FbQo1lg4_53x_OLmI8ECnnhrjPR7sbuSkoNfITJvZgKnO8A1g7OmqOkniUp3c0dL1vtq1k6FTvYteeDEn/s640/blogger-image--1797142648.jpg"></a></div>The Smurf under the umbrella has such a funny look on his face! I think he's worried about skin cancer.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjWduXhI7RJnCkhvfGHZXb0rGQS1Xi2XmyM3wnhussRw-duhAtiiIAJW1rTVfboZKSLvdtDhGmNFeZGebl94veDbVFCfa1AzrbAMNB-2caYfHu2ztz1dpKs9GRmlMJIB5wQCj_/s640/blogger-image-2138598918.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjWduXhI7RJnCkhvfGHZXb0rGQS1Xi2XmyM3wnhussRw-duhAtiiIAJW1rTVfboZKSLvdtDhGmNFeZGebl94veDbVFCfa1AzrbAMNB-2caYfHu2ztz1dpKs9GRmlMJIB5wQCj_/s640/blogger-image-2138598918.jpg"></a></div>These 3 are so happy-go-lucky!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm9ck1MIIyCk7Fck-LQ66kXaa51hTJRDhhF63jIaapD2zO7-jQ8oSnT9nYOGrfChhT35k1-Pjhl6KY9t_ytW9hytK-mDOwVsK0dbuXObRvWP1sHBHBfL3cSrD1DhyphenhyphensRWWq2Yw1/s640/blogger-image--2033405385.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm9ck1MIIyCk7Fck-LQ66kXaa51hTJRDhhF63jIaapD2zO7-jQ8oSnT9nYOGrfChhT35k1-Pjhl6KY9t_ytW9hytK-mDOwVsK0dbuXObRvWP1sHBHBfL3cSrD1DhyphenhyphensRWWq2Yw1/s640/blogger-image--2033405385.jpg"></a></div>Door ajar - apparently, they were born in a barn.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpzqK8xnfdTY0hlg628owFVsGR0Fb4z-qGyZp0J42JnMyERnVomrVwaQAObItsl0q2Ge1UPDRCZMf3LLZTU-cmrvC-rJfVMGfcnqTO1jtNpS9PdZ8bE44zknlQlQ5XatJye7YG/s640/blogger-image-1503281158.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpzqK8xnfdTY0hlg628owFVsGR0Fb4z-qGyZp0J42JnMyERnVomrVwaQAObItsl0q2Ge1UPDRCZMf3LLZTU-cmrvC-rJfVMGfcnqTO1jtNpS9PdZ8bE44zknlQlQ5XatJye7YG/s640/blogger-image-1503281158.jpg"></a></div>Aerial view of the best time-waster I've come up with in a looooong time.(note woodpile by the chiminea) </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I've since added a row of cedars behind the house, & across the stream. I Love it SO HARD!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Already making plans for next year (Fraggles, Sesame Street, Garfield, & South Park - oh my!)</div><br></div>Wilmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14157668024779513698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23241917.post-79387051447585351372016-03-21T21:42:00.001-06:002016-03-21T21:49:26.942-06:0010<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">10. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">10 years since I started this blog. 10!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">10 years ago, I was a lot less tech savvy, & had a lot more free time. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">10 years ago, I had better eyesight, carried less weight, & had a male cat.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">10 years ago, I had never broken a bone, my near-death experiences were all exaggerated for comedic effect, & I still had all my interior lady bits.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">10 years ago, I wasn't married. But I was planning a wedding.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">10 years ago, I Started DBM as a lark. I thought I had something to say. I thought I'd become famous. I thought I'd get discovered.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">10 years ago, I had never heard of Schmutzie, <span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">or Palinode, or MayB, or Cenobyte, or French Panic, or any of the other amazing writers that live/lived in the blogosphere. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">10 years ago, I worked for one of the big 4 financial institutions. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">10 years ago, I had 2 grandparents, a mother-in-law, & all of Puffy's siblings were alive.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">10 years ago, my parents were "healthy as a horse".</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">10 years ago, I had not led a service at the-place-where-I-worship.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">My gawd, the changes that happen in 10 years!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUihicep36OH2D8ajOfqgzv97Mo8SY-7sYBOzOg0knIJj8vNfGKp6sUd-Nxe_MitvnA3DEMlW-gBcw6HIIA6CVAE3rfMPEB4uY_aJsO4Bx2lo6dfDjt6uRVxLgqLZYMLDPHQYk/s640/blogger-image--595293422.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUihicep36OH2D8ajOfqgzv97Mo8SY-7sYBOzOg0knIJj8vNfGKp6sUd-Nxe_MitvnA3DEMlW-gBcw6HIIA6CVAE3rfMPEB4uY_aJsO4Bx2lo6dfDjt6uRVxLgqLZYMLDPHQYk/s640/blogger-image--595293422.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">E.T.A - crap on a cracker! My blogiversary was actually March 1st. Stoopid calendar has the stoopid date wrong. Sheesh. </div>Wilmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14157668024779513698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23241917.post-66120227397356663222016-01-01T16:57:00.001-06:002016-01-01T19:35:20.862-06:00New Year, Old Me<i>I'm not a big one for making resolutions to usher in a new year. I've found it to be counter-productive, stressful, & a waste of time. </i><div><i><br></i></div><div><i>I try to immediately address any unsavoury behaviour & make changes throughout the year. I find waiting for an arbitrary date weird. But hey, whatever floats your boat. </i></div><div><i><br></i></div><div><i>This year, however, I'm heading back to the past. After reading a few pages of an old journal, I've realized how much I've let fall from my life - friends, personal contact, FUN - & I'm aiming to change that. There are lots of things that Wilma of Old did that I really liked, that I miss, that were, frankly, awesome. I'm not sure why I ever let that stuff go?</i></div><div><i><br></i></div><div><i>Justin Timberlake brought sexy back.</i></div><div><i>I'm bringing ME back! </i></div>Wilmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14157668024779513698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23241917.post-8373630013984967012016-01-01T03:21:00.001-06:002016-01-01T03:21:57.264-06:002016 - 3 Hours InAs far as I can tell, the only change I need to make is to stop making others a priority in my life, when I am only an option in theirs.<div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtg2G2kf1v8-GnxglZhwtSwx5CS3RoS4wqMIbVIzJ0-1NcZ8Q531TnOqCGdGMak6woR2eS4DDG9F2A2I6fbizNafnmna8mH5hlsQBcP9dpyrUu6A0xG8ZI6_XceWVvskPs_W28/s640/blogger-image--62667336.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtg2G2kf1v8-GnxglZhwtSwx5CS3RoS4wqMIbVIzJ0-1NcZ8Q531TnOqCGdGMak6woR2eS4DDG9F2A2I6fbizNafnmna8mH5hlsQBcP9dpyrUu6A0xG8ZI6_XceWVvskPs_W28/s640/blogger-image--62667336.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><br></div>Wilmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14157668024779513698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23241917.post-50733099123369311142015-12-16T16:16:00.000-06:002016-01-09T12:25:18.799-06:00Top 6 Things I've Learned From Made-For-TV Christmas MoviesWOW! Haven't had a Top 6 here at DBM for a long time, a LOOOOOOOOOONG time!<br />
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Well, tis the season... for Holiday Movies! They've been playing since early to mid November, 'round the clock since December 1st, & frankly, I'm sick of them. Sick. Of. Them. If you ever want to feel bad about your life, your home, your job, or your relationships, just watch this schlock.<br />
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6. Every home & business looks professionally decorated.<br />
5. Only choirs made up of children sing "Silent Night".<br />
4. No matter how grumpy, crotchety, or mean someone is, they will have a change of heart at Christmastime (usually Christmas Eve) because <i>reasons</i>.<br />
3. It always snows on Christmas Eve. No matter where you are. Snow, big fluffy flakes of it.<br />
2. All it takes to be happy is to be part of a couple.<br />
1. One kiss is all it takes to realize someone is your one true love.<br />
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What have you noticed about Christmas movies? Do you watch them? Wilmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14157668024779513698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23241917.post-16024258064775583522015-12-07T22:18:00.001-06:002015-12-07T22:18:03.503-06:00Back In Back HellTweaked my back again, putting on my boots. My lower back. Muscles spasming. Muscles clenching. Muscles protesting. <div><br><div>Tweaked my back again, washing my hands in the bathroom sink. Pain, sharp & red hot. Pain radiating. Pain unexpected.</div><div><br></div><div>Tweaked my back again, putting on my seat belt. Another pill eaten. Another massage begged of from Puffy Kracker. Another round of A5-35.</div><div><br></div><div>Tweaked my back again, sitting in my chair at work. Fighting anger. Fighting tears. Fighting the urge to scream.</div></div><div><br></div><div>And that, boys & girls, was my day.</div>Wilmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14157668024779513698noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23241917.post-79303866814008211272015-10-30T13:50:00.001-06:002015-10-30T13:50:16.025-06:00Yes, All WomenLast year, Puffy Kracker, a friend, & I went out for Halloween. It promised to be a fun night, a community party & dance hosted by a local service group. Some of our favourite people were attending. We all planned to whoop it up & enjoy!<div><br></div><div>Friend & I, being members of the theatre group, LOVE dressing up. She looked great in her costume, much younger & sweeter than she actually is 😉</div><div><br></div><div>There were already quite a few people at the small venue when we arrived, so we joined some friends who had room at their table. </div><div><br></div><div>& that's when it started.</div><div><br></div><div>There was someone else at the table, someone we hadn't met before. So, after introductions, Friend chitchatted politely with him. He offered to buy her a drink. She declined. He asked her to dance. She declined. </div><div><br></div><div>We went up for drinks & returned to the table. He asked her to dance. She declined. We danced. We visited with other friends. He offered to buy her a drink. She declined.</div><div><br></div><div>This is how our evening went. We abandoned the table for other areas, other tables, the dance floor, the bar. It didn't matter. He followed her around, repeatedly asking her to dance or to buy her a drink, despite her repeatedly saying, "No thanks."</div><div><br></div><div>Friend is married. He is married. But that didn't deter him from his behaviour, behaviour that made her so uncomfortable that we left early at her request. </div><div><br></div><div>Yes, we had to leave a public event earlier than intended because that man decided to harrass my friend, decided that his desire to dance with her or ply her with drinks was more important, more urgently needed fulfilling, than her desire to have a fun night out with friends.</div><div><br></div><div>My rage at him still burns after a year. </div><div><br></div><div>We go tomorrow to the same event. Friend's hubby is able to attend this year, & my first thought was, "Good. Now she won't be bugged & can have fun." & that pisses me off to no end. Pisses me off that, in order for us to have fun, we need male chaperones to keep away the crazies. We, women in 2015, are safer & more likely to have a good night out, because we have men with us.</div><div><br></div><div>I know this story is mild... A fun night out spoiled by a persistant jackass is NOTHING compared to some of the horrible things that men do to women, but it is a symptom, a perfect example of the misogynistic society that we still live in. When men want to do something, they do it. It doesn't matter what woman they bother in the process. </div><div><br></div><div>It isn't enough to tell harrassing men that we're married, that we're not interested, "thanks, but no thanks". It isn't enough to wear a ring, not flirt, not dress provocatively, not respond, not tease, not entice. The only thing that works, & this doesn't even work 100% of the time, is to have a man with you, in your presence at all times. </div><div><br></div><div>I hope I live to see the day when this changes, when people raise their sons better, to understand NO, to recognize what is appropriate behaviour.</div>Wilmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14157668024779513698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23241917.post-44174786662150931572015-04-18T23:49:00.001-06:002015-04-18T23:49:00.410-06:00Nails Haiku<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Freshly manicured<br>Shiny, unblemished polish<br>Nails look great with paint.</span><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi8y13-N5olgejQ4iJApL2olzwEtbxhHEJJvV5KjUh4uqyeGPQiRtYsvZnPQAi1Q3fgUCtVi2lDcgZBisufGtFPUqvGRXITEpRNvJtg7LLxaHI9ty2kIlt84maCC3Pd0Xrq_oW/s640/blogger-image--995864426.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi8y13-N5olgejQ4iJApL2olzwEtbxhHEJJvV5KjUh4uqyeGPQiRtYsvZnPQAi1Q3fgUCtVi2lDcgZBisufGtFPUqvGRXITEpRNvJtg7LLxaHI9ty2kIlt84maCC3Pd0Xrq_oW/s640/blogger-image--995864426.jpg"></a></div><br></span></div>Wilmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14157668024779513698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23241917.post-11906550823375829412015-02-05T15:07:00.000-06:002015-02-05T15:07:11.261-06:00Confusion Is My Middle Name<i>Technology escapes me. 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Wilmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14157668024779513698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23241917.post-44777283622797382072015-01-25T23:01:00.000-06:002015-01-25T23:04:13.368-06:0021<i>21 page views. Yesterday. </i><br />
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<i>On a blog that, for lack of a better word, has stagnated for the last two years. I have an overwhelming urge to thank you - thank you for continuing to check in, continuing to visit to see if anything is going on here at DBM.</i><br />
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<i>I've talked before about my problems with depression and brain fog and troubles with actually coping with life & all its foibles & challenges. Right now it is not the worst of my life, but it's pretty bad. I have once again taken on too much and am suffering from the effects. But the 21 page views really brightened my day. So thank you. Thank you for not giving up on me. Thank you for giving me incentive to continue. Thank you.</i>Wilmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14157668024779513698noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23241917.post-49849766801981380422014-11-10T09:05:00.001-06:002014-11-11T13:07:44.824-06:00Today, This Week, & Always, I Remember<div class="separator" style="clear: both;">This image is not mine. I saw it on a friend's FB page, & am trying to track down its origins. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">So profound! <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQSvZWo2nWXKTFU0P2gS4BPCphsCTX0d7Yp0FJZRC4Z9BhobWOCJjgMhburJX7Ijy6KkbzeOmr86OROUyHr8MvleyXRtlFRetoia4bBlruLXprXRDoD6fADhwhBQFaEljmxCwq/s640/blogger-image-992581019.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQSvZWo2nWXKTFU0P2gS4BPCphsCTX0d7Yp0FJZRC4Z9BhobWOCJjgMhburJX7Ijy6KkbzeOmr86OROUyHr8MvleyXRtlFRetoia4bBlruLXprXRDoD6fADhwhBQFaEljmxCwq/s640/blogger-image-992581019.jpg"></a></div>Wilmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14157668024779513698noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23241917.post-34041688588705363502014-11-02T15:58:00.001-06:002014-11-02T15:58:36.053-06:00First Snow Day<div class="separator" style="clear: both;">November 2nd - that's pretty damn good for west-central Saskatchewan! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">A heavy, wet snow that forms snowballs without much effort. If the temperature stays as warm as it is today, it should be gone in a few days. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoVXq1Ch7fXPO1B-7zBZUDY7YioALCTfC-cLaZjy7x5uzwgyhme4XxAeDi-FLr8hKod7i6eRGog6HLu9tirVoZYUsjaDGLb215_ADYhiFwwc8C0__ri52-_-mtjQ5kA56n27SV/s640/blogger-image-1785120768.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoVXq1Ch7fXPO1B-7zBZUDY7YioALCTfC-cLaZjy7x5uzwgyhme4XxAeDi-FLr8hKod7i6eRGog6HLu9tirVoZYUsjaDGLb215_ADYhiFwwc8C0__ri52-_-mtjQ5kA56n27SV/s640/blogger-image-1785120768.jpg"></a></div>Wilmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14157668024779513698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23241917.post-36620858936856191342014-03-29T12:52:00.004-06:002014-03-31T23:33:24.213-06:00Damn This Memory Of Mine!<i>I'm just going to put this out there: I love writing {duh! That's why you have a blog, silly!} </i><br />
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<i>One such writer had a blog about her fight with infertility. I loved her writing. It was poignant & sweet & her emotions came through with such clarity! She, luckily, had 2 children & transformed her blog from living with infertility to living. It was a great moment for her when she renamed, rebranded her space her in interspace. </i><br />
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<i>If this sounds at all familiar to anyone, please let me know? I want to reconnect. </i>Wilmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14157668024779513698noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23241917.post-48711246191701779682014-03-01T00:13:00.001-06:002014-03-01T00:13:45.538-06:00What A Difference 8 Years Makes<i>It's my blogaversary! </i><div><i><br></i></div><div><i>Oh, the things we've seen at DBM IN 8 years. & the things I've been through.</i></div><div><i><br></i></div><div><i>When I started in 2006, I had no clue what I was doing. I just wanted to write. Whether any read it or not, I needed the outlet. </i></div><div><i><br></i></div><div><i>Things have changed, of course. I'm not as faithful as I used to be. Or, you know, regular in writing. </i></div><div><i><br></i></div><div><i>But I love this place. I love what it has helped me to do. I love the people I've met because of blogging. I love the insights I've gained into my own psyche because of this. </i></div><div><i><br></i></div><div><i>I promise nothing. Life & obligations won't let me. But, boys & girls, I'll tell you one thing ~ I'm never that far away. </i></div><div><i><br></i></div><div><i>So, what will the next 8 years bring? Haven't a clue! 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Believe everything you read.</i><div><i>5. Share every story that crosses your news feed without researching & verifying its validity.<br></i><div><i>4. Don't read any of the comments before yours. This ensures repetition ad nauseum.</i></div></div><div><i>3. Don't change any of your settings, ensuring that any &/or every game you play bombards your friend list with requests & info they don't care about.</i></div><div><i>2. Link your home-based, pyramid-scheme business to your personal account & update your status multiple times a day.</i></div><div><i>1. Post vague, attention-seeking, or passive-agressive status updates </i><i style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">hoping for comments or inquiries into "whats wrong?"</i></div>Wilmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14157668024779513698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23241917.post-56850964143181176852013-11-06T15:42:00.001-06:002013-11-06T15:42:39.793-06:00The Sound Of SilenceI've been suffering from laryngitis for 6 days & counting. 6 DAYS of not being able to talk, boys & girls. I tried whispering for the first 2 days, but then I found out that whispering actually does damage & prolongs the laryngitis. So now I'm forced to write notes, text, or use my Speak It app to convey info.<div><br></div><div>Now, anyone who has ever met me knows how this is affecting me. Let me tell ya, for those who don't know, that I am at my wit's end. Wit's. End. </div><div><br></div><div>I have a lot of opinions. <b>A</b> <b>lot</b>. & those need to be shared. Always. This is killing me! By the time I get my thoughts typed out, everyone else is onto the next topic. When do I get to give my input? When do I get to talk?!?</div><div><br></div><div>But, on the plus side, I've had a lot of time by myself to do some quiet contemplation. Even <b>more</b> time than usual to spend inside my head, thinking about stuff 'n' things. </div><div><br></div><div>Today was all about me. I slept in, cuddled with the cat, spent some time on the interweb, had naps, watched TV on my phone (on my PHONE - I lurve the 21st century) & just generally enjoyed myself.</div><div><br></div><div>Sometimes, spending all your time in your head can be dangerous. </div><div>Sometimes, thoughts come that won't go away once thought.</div><div>Sometimes, this Super-Genius needs a distraction.</div><div><br></div><div>Thank jeebus for wine.</div><div><br></div>Wilmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14157668024779513698noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23241917.post-88274016341290068042013-09-18T22:39:00.001-06:002013-09-18T22:40:07.076-06:00Yar Matey!<div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Shiver me timbers! It be that time again! 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I know, boys & girls ~ when don’t I have a problem?  But I do.  I really do.</em></p> <p><em>No.  It isn’t my clumsiness.  Nor my laziness.  Not even my tendency to procrastinate.  </em></p> <p><em>I can’t hold a thought in my head for longer than 5.2 seconds.  It has become embarrassing.  & detrimental to having a normal conversation.  You know normal?  Where someone talks until they are done talking & then someone else talks?  Like that? </em></p> <p><em>Yeah.  That doesn’t happen with me.  People are talking & I just <strike>hop</strike> stomp right in, right over them to say what I’m going to say cuz I JUST CAN’T WAIT UNTIL THEY STOP OR I WON’T REMEMBER WHAT I WANTED TO SAY!! </em></p> <p><em>It has become verra, verra bad.  I’m embarrassed by it, but I can’t stop!  I’ve tried.  I’ve tried waiting until they are done talking but the whole time I’m not listening to what they are saying because inside my head I’m repeatedly chanting what I want to tell so I don’t forget. </em></p> <p><em>What can be done about this?  Is there any cure?  Or am I doomed to being that annoying friend?</em></p> Wilmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14157668024779513698noreply@blogger.com1