You may be a bad mom if..

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You might be a bad mother if….. 1. Someone else picks your kids up from school and you don’t read the teachers notes. (I know you read them when you pick them up because they shove them up your nose … Continue reading

Too long

It seems like it been so long since I’ve posted anything but life is crazy!
My son came home from college this weekend for the first visit that lasted longer than 24 hours.

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He finally got a haircut to match his beautiful face. We’ve had so much fun but Sunday looms in front of me knowing that he has to go back to school. It’s such a bittersweet moment watching your child grow up and make his own decisions about life. Luckily, two other children remain to keep me occupied. I love having Reece home. He cooks but doesn’t clean. He makes fun of my freestyle dance moves and he makes me proud to be his mother.
Here’s to an awesome weekend!
Think! Live! Love!
Namaste

America

I am liberal in my social views but conservative in my finances.
I call it “Nonyabidness” and “It’s almost payday” politics! I am an American!
I’m appalled by the way veterans are being treated by our government. VA checks to disabled veterans, survivors and their families won’t be arriving on time this month.
My own pharmacy and reimbursement checks for veterans and federal employees have already been delayed by 2 weeks. I have to pay my wholesaler for the medication to fill these prescriptions every 10 days.
It’s simple math and it doesn’t add up!
I’m fed up, angry, and disappointed in our elected officials! We have rights as citizens of this country!
Don’t be a Democrat!
Don’t be a Republican!
Be an American!
Freedom of speech is your right!
Tell Washington to STEP OFF and get over themselves!
Think! Live! Love!
Namaste!

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Reading

I enjoy reading textbooks. It’s a terribly strange thing to admit but it’s true. Ok so I officially feel like a big geek. This one looks amazingly like the same book I had in college. Luckily, I had an amazing history professor that truly loved all things historical.

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Maybe it actually is, hopefully it’s a newer version than in 1990. Who knows?
So I’m off to learn something that I’ve learned before but in a different way because I’m older.
Think! Live! Love!
Namaste!
April

An author? Like Dr. Seuss?

What the heck? You want me to actually write for a living? For money?
I’ve written my whole life, since I could hold a pen anyway. Before that I’m sure I colored my way through my preschool years with my Aunt Kelly gently telling me my pictures where beautifully artistic. She always had a hand at crayons, carefully staying smooth and within the lines. Me? Not so much!

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I’ve kept diaries, letters, post cards and scrap books as long as I can remember. My life has been documented in my own words since I was five. To think anyone would be interested in reading this blog much less my “great American novel” is dumbfounding to me.
I appreciate those of you that are following me and the comments that I receive. This is a forum meant for answers and more often than not I just relate to you the things that I’ve experienced and seen. My love to your divine light! Namaste!
So… I’ve been writing a novel for years now, actually several novels. I’m completely addicted to reading and love books and learning. I feast on a mind in action which is a curse to my family at times. I can read and drift away in the midst of a noisy, family gathering much like my father does.
One eye in the print and one ear towards the crowd has made me a very good pharmacist with all of the distractions of a busy store. I love my life and only want for everyone to love their life too. We chose it, we live it, so love it!
“The only way out is through”
Robert Frost
I’m finishing my first full length novel as I write this and as I carry on a life filled with children, pick up lines, grocery stores, work and reading. Does that make me a super mom? Oh yeah, right! Not even close. I’m not a cookie baker, except on the first day of school. I’m not a chef, my kids fend for themselves now. I’m certainly not patient but I am kind. My children are my life. Actually all children are my life. I had a wonderful childhood and I ROCK in the fun department! Haha!
My book is a young adult novel based on my own imagination. I’m excited to say that writing is cathartic and I grow each day I write.
So, What are you scared of?
Write what you know. When you’re sad, write. When you’re happy, write. When you have no words but a pen in your hand, write.
My “great American novel” is on post it notes, legal pads and journals.
Just write.
Think! Live! Love!
Namaste

Before and after: a hormone story

When I turned 40, my life flipped upside down. I had always been active and busy and could lose weight easily. I’d simply control my intake or increase my activity before a trip or the summer and, zoom, I’d be back in a bikini in no time.
After I turned 40, everything changed. I became lethargic, needing multiple cat naps each day. I blamed this on the fact that I wasn’t sleeping well and having frequent night sweats and hot flashes. When I brought it up to my regular OB/Gyn, she assured me that I wouldn’t possibly be heading toward menopause at my age, increased my estrogen only birth control pills, that I didn’t need for birth control, but as a hormone replacement. This was November of 2012 and by the following April, I was worse than ever! Gray, exhausted, exhibiting the thyroid chin of late life and absolutely desperate, I contacted a customer of mine that specializes in hormone replacement therapy.
I’m going to share with you a photo that chills me to look at, but that needs to be shared. Despite the smile on my face, I was miserable. Everything seemed to be falling apart at the same time and I certainly wasn’t happy with that!

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My first appointment was April 4th and I had 5 hot flashes during an hour and a half appointment that probably lasted 2 hours. At least it seemed to. I forgot to put on my mascara and was generally foggy and hurried. My life is stressed and fast but I’d always dealt well, making lists and checking calendars.
Enter my new best friend and who I call my “fat” doctor! She isn’t fat! As a matter of fact, she’s fit and thin, and it’s all because of her program. I’ve seen her before and after photos and I could see the results the first time I began her program. Of course, I had no idea just how bad off I was. We started with basic questionnaires and the above horrifying photo, and ended it with a very candid conversation. I left with a salva test kit, a prescription for thyroid medication and a small dose of appetite suppressants, as well as an okay to stop the oral contraceptives that were making me sick and causing me to have more migraines. I began tracking all my calories except my exercise. This was a completely opposite approach from what I had tried before as I depended heavily on my life as a yoga teacher and exercise fanatic!
Progesterone cream leveled off my hormone fluctuations and the thyroid increased my energy levels. After the second month I noticed a massive difference in the way I felt and the way I looked.

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Don’t allow anyone to tell you what is normal to feel at any stage in life. If you feel sad, lonely, depressed, or overweight or under nourished, seek help. If your physician tells you that it’s a natural progress of aging, seek a second opinion. Talk to your friends, your pharmacist and your physician until you can come to a plan that brings you back to life. I feel better than I have in years, and I couldn’t have done it without the information and guidance of a like minded physician and her staff
Think! Live! Love!
Namaste
April

Pauline, southern Belle

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My grandmother once referred to powdering her taint with a powder puff. I’ve always wanted a powder puff and I found out today what a taint is.
“T’aint your ass, and T’aint your twat but that area in between!”
Love my Mamaw Pauline!
She also had what she called a “whore” bath or a depression bath where you just washed the stinky parts! When you’re a mom, you’ll appreciate this!

Having been a child of the depression, raised by a blacksmith and inflicted with polio, and later becoming a WW II wife, my grandmother was indomitably strong. She always said what she thought with no filter at all. The people on the street in her small east Texas town simply called her Ms. Pauline. Back in the days of segregation and propriety, surely she was as misfit as her limp was to her beauty. She once told me that “Black people are as smart as white people, but they never had a chance.” And that, “All people like a little sex, even them fiddling with themselves or a tree. It feels good.”
(Pause, and breath)

The women in my family seem to all be indomitably strong but what else have we carried over from our southern roots? A deep drawl, an inability to keep our mouth shut, and a need to wear lipstick? No matter the occasion, we wear lipstick!
I remember walking into my parents house, home from my first visit from college, and my mother asking,
” You couldn’t put on a little lipstick for me?”
I was more than a little razzed, being a modern and upcoming professional at the brilliant age of 20. But as a southern belle and being a former pageant girl, I quickly coated my lips with the color of the early 90’s and everyone was happy!20130922-165821.jpg
My mother is the oldest of Pauline’s four daughters and my aunt, Kelly, is the youngest at just 7 years older than me. (My mom is far right with me, and Kelly is upper left with my little monster!) I thought Kelly was my sister until I was about 4, because my brother was actually 6 months older than her.
Ok.. Enough of the family tree..

**You know you’re Mormon if your mother and mother in law are both pregnant at your wedding, but you aren’t.**

My grandmother wasn’t Mormon, though she may have leaned towards it at the end, especially if she had lived past 63.
It’s just a joke! And not even a great one.
Had my grandmother been able bodied, I could have seen her as Rosy Riveter or any other pin up gal, but she had a heavy, but very proud limp from a foot atrophied by polio. She refused to use a cane but would hold your elbow stiffly, and she wore 3 inch wedge shoes all day while she was awake so she wouldn’t limp. I can’t imagine the hip or lower back pain she must have suffered her entire life!
She had two young daughters when my grandfather went to war, and I’ve heard stories of rations and letters and a broken man returned home. I later heard stories of a woman I never knew, of arguments and leaving, of leaving your kids in the car while you go into a bar. I think the war broke them both more than we ever will know. My grandmother outlived my grandfather by 6 years and I knew her the best then. Her wisdom about “boys” and her advise about sex, I find myself repeating but in a more modern, and professional manner to my own kids.
“The best form of birth control is an aspirin. Hold that thing between your knees, and don’t let it fall!”
(ME: But if you do drop it, use a condom!)
These stories keep us connected to the women in our life and our past, and will drive a husband crazy in about 2.4 seconds. We quip back and forth with one liners that “you had to be there” for and looks that mean only something we know!
These women are my friends, my relatives, my family, and my confidantes. We share love, loss, hope, prayers, curse words, recipes, work and history.

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There’s nothing better than a family full of women!
Think! Live! Love!
Namaste
April

Blog ideas

Blog ideas!!!!!

Tattoo removal

Soft ice bags

Closure

Dealing with another persons illness

Reaching your goals

Well being, finding your happiness

Positive energy

**Addicted to reading

Hormone testing

What would YOU like to learn about?

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Do you gag when you’re brushing?

Ok, this seems to be too much information for most people apparently, but if brushing your teeth, a vital part of your healthcare, makes you gag or vomit its a serious issue.

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So, this photo freaked everyone out because when I updated my bathroom, I added a toothbrush and toothpaste holder to my shower. My son brushed his teeth for years in the shower and I thought it strange, until I reached my stopping point at puking or gagging each morning when I brushed my teeth.
I could brush my teeth numerous other times during the day, but that first one in the morning was bad! Ugh!
Is it unhygienic? You leave your toothbrush by the sink where you wash your hands every time you use the restroom. In the shower, I’m the cleanest I am any time of day.
One of the most uncomfortable feelings you can experience is involuntary gagging. Unchecked, it can leave your throat raw and sore, and give you a painful case of laryngitis. Your voice may actually change from the acidity of the stomach acids.
The first thing you absolutely have to do is…
Relax. The gag reflex is triggered by a combination of psychology and physiology. For some people, the psychological aspect will play a larger role. Maybe you’ve had a traumatizing experience at a doctor or dentist’s office in the past, or in general, you have a fear of losing control.
Sometimes stimulating the area with your toothbrush can desensitize the gag reflex. 1/3rd of the population have no gag reflex and roughly 1/8th have an over active reflex
Tips at the dentist:
Music-ear buds drown out the drill sound and help you focus
Legs elevated- keeps the blood flow to your brain. Also keeps you from becoming shocky during long procedures.
Sun glasses-prevents the glare from the lights above.
Blanket-my must have!! As well as nitrous oxide. It’s comforting and also prevents shock or chill.
Last but not least, get the nitrous oxide. It costs more but if you have the issues I have, it’s worth every penny.
Use a private dentist, not a chain group, and tell them your issues. A good dentist and hygienist will appreciate your candidness.
Think! Live! Love!
Namaste!

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I should refer here to a blog posted July 6, that said I wouldn’t promote anyone but my dentist rocks! Dr. Verni Waldron of Waldron Family Dentistry. Here’s to 18 years of friendship.

** footnote: I also have a toothbrush in a holder by my sink for the rest of day!