Going back to my post from a couple days ago, I did what any self-respecting gen-y would do, I googled that shit. Apparently, old people can hear music that’s not actually there, though it doesn’t have to be before they die, and the person doesn’t have to be old.
It’s called Musical Ear Syndrome. Found on Bing: Being elderly, having a hearing loss, withdrawing, and being alone in a quiet environment are all factors that predispose people to hearing phantom music. The name for this condition is Musical Ear Syndrome (MES).
Monthly Archives: October 2023
A little support goes a long way
My nails are a mess. They’re weak, they’re brittle, they split and break easily. I paint, bead and embroider so I am constantly beating up my nails. Over the weekend my husband encouraged me to get my nails done. I’ve always wanted to get my nails done. I’ve only had a pedicure a handful of times and an actual manicure like three times. But I’ve never had anything like acrylic nails.
Justin did all the research. He looked for a highly recommended salon on Yelp. He looked up the different offerings and helped me decide which would best suit me as a first timer. I made the call, but he literally did the rest. He even drove me to the shop and offered to go in with me to start. He helped me pick out a very lovely fall orange color. We had decided to do a dip since it is supposed to strengthen your natural nails. When he saw how nervous I was he decided to sit there the ENTIRE time. He kept me company, chatted with me and the technician. Sometimes, especially when I’m nervous, I have problems understanding / following instructions. He even helped me with that. It seems like a such a small thing, to spend 50 minutes with your wife while she gets her nails done. But honestly, it felt huge. I was so appreciative. Now I mostly know what to expect and I can go by myself the next time. I never would have taken that first step without him. Just that little support made all the difference in the world.
Overheard
Tonight, while walking through Barnes & Noble, I overheard a woman say to another woman, “well, you know how old people hear music before they die…” I really wanted to stop her and say “What?” I mean, do old people hear music before the day? Inquiring minds want to know. If you know, let me know, k? Talk soon.
Embroidering my jeans jacket. This will take forever 😂
Leaves
One of the best parts of autumn are the beautiful fall colors. I love to watch the trees change from green to orange or red or yellow or burgundy, etc. I love to watch the leaves fall and hear them shuffle in the breeze. And this love brings me to a memory.
When I was in elementary school, probably around fourth grade, I walked home from school by myself. Our city let residents rake leaves to the side of the road and then they would have a leaf removal once a week. Those piles were always so inviting. One day, I just couldn’t help myself. I walked through this big pile of leaves. Kicked them and threw them up in the air and just watched them fall. I was having a blast. Unbeknownst to me, the owner of the leaves was watching. He came out bellowing with a rake. Scared me to death. Handed the rake to me and made me re-rake every single leaf I had disturbed. That man put the fear of God into me, and I never played in the leaves again. Wait, that’s a sad memory… I must find a pile of leaves stat. Talk soon.
Fall Love
We’re a month into fall now, and it’s been fabulous so far. I love the fall. From the first of September I start celebrating spooky season. My Halloween clothes come out. I start decorating. I start eating candy… well, that never really stops. The joy that spooky season brings to people brings joy to me. I love seeing everyone’s decor and costumes. Though, I do get pissed at those people who poo-poo on others for wanting to skip to Christmas. Everyone should be able to celebrate what they want when they want without others shitting all over their fun.
Which brings me to November 1. Halloween goes away and Christmas comes out. I love Christmas. I love buying gifts for others, though not as big a fan of wrapping them. I love decorating. I enjoy bringing out all the decorations that I’ve bought over the years, as well as digging out the decorations from my mom and grandma, and in some cases my great grandma. I love the generations that can be celebrated. And this chubby little chick loves the food. I don’t usually start the baking till late December, but we make fudge and cookies and chocolate pie and anything else I can think of to make.
I love Halloween movies and I love Christmas movies, and for this reason I really enjoy the Nightmare Before Christmas. You get the best of both worlds. Also, for the record, to me Die Hard is a Christmas movie. This year I even bought a Die Hard advent calendar where each day a wee Hans Gruber falls a little further down Nakatomi Plaza. I won’t argue with those who don’t agree with me as long as they don’t try to take away my fun. Then we have a problem. Either I’ll be angry or more likely my feelings will be hurt.
Once again, this blog post has rambled through my brain and is now on the computer for eternity, as nothing disappears on the internet. Talk soon.
Cuss the whole time
I found this on Facebook, and I thought it was perfect. If this isn’t plucky, then what is?
There have been times in my life when I’ve wanted to give up and a few times I came very, very close. When your own brain is constantly lying to you, it’s so easy to listen to those negative thoughts. I’ve gone down that spiral so many times. I don’t know where I’m going with this post… other than your brain lies, don’t give up. And cuss the entire time. I do, anyway.
Proud
Yesterday’s blog prompt was “What are you most proud of?” I’ve been giving it some thought, and I can’t narrow it down to just one thing. The first is graduating with an MBA. That was a big deal. But that was also two years ago, and the hard work, frustration, and tears are behind me. They are slowly fading into the distance. Don’t get me wrong, I’m still proud of that accomplishment, it’s just not the one that comes top of mind anymore.
When ask myself what are you most proud of… I think of the Diversity, Equity, & Inclusion stuff that I’ve done at work. I’ve helped as a volunteer for multiple ERGs (Employee Resource Groups). I’ve planned virtual BINGO, and written newsletters. I’m a regional lead for the multi-cultural ERG. And then there’s the podcast. That’s what I think of most.
I’ve been a guest, producer, and marketing lead. I’ve seen this podcast go from an idea to a full-fledged podcast that can be found on Spotify, Apple, and Google. The growth of the podcast with the growth of the Pod Squad behind that podcast is truly inspiring.
My _____ story a diversity and inclusion podcast
Keep on keepin’ on
I found this on the back of a bathroom stall several years ago. I loved the act of a random stranger giving others affirmation. Even if it was in the john. “You’re gorgeous. Keep on keepin’ on.”
Back already
Apparently I’m full of thoughts today. I’m going through a rough patch health-wise. I have chronic urticaria or chronic hives. Nearly every day of my life my entire body, including face, palms of my hands and feet has hives. It’s very difficult to live with. I’ve had every blood test they can think of and while a few things have been abnormal it’s not enough to point to and say “That’s it! That’s why you have hives!” So right now they’re idiopathic meaning no one knows why I have hives. I’m at a last resort so I’m pretty sure I’m going to try Xolair injections. They are once a month injections that should stop the hives. The biggest drawback is that it can cause anaphylaxis, anytime, anywhere. I’ll have to have an epipen with me wherever I go from now on… at least as long as I’m on the injections. I should probably call and start the process as it takes time to get approval from insurance which is just stupid. Send a pic of my face and they should approve then. Talk soon.
My Plucky Life 