Sunday Scribbling - "Style"

I am so out of style I often chuckle at how much being trendy used to mean to me. I wore suits, heels, nylons, jewelry and the latest trends. That was back when I could button buttons, zip zippers and clasp clasps. I also never left the house without make-up, nails glued on tight and hair done. That was before I retired and still frequented trendy places and events.

Once I had to retire I gave pieces of my style away. It felt like I was shedding a part of me I didn't want to let go of. I felt powerful, sexy and wanted in my old style. As I stood there stripped naked of my old lifestyle, I wondered if I would ever feel the same way again. I needed to feel those things from the inside and pair that with a more functional look. Boy, did I save money trying!

I had to find a new style to fit my deteriorating body and still feel good inside. I refused to wear polyester pants with elastic waistbands and slippers. OK, I'll admit I do slippers more than shoes, but never in public. Cutting my hair short and not having my nails done anymore was surprisingly liberating. Searching for fashion that you can hang around in and sleep in at the same time was easy too. Lounge wear is everywhere. It's the going to town fashion that got tricky. Once I married, I could not take Dave into the restrooms so I had to go with easy on my bottom half. Dave does the top half, with jewelry and I must coordinate the bottom to be assessable. I'm trying to teach Dave how I do my hair, with little success, but he can dye it well in 15 minutes flat. We are a team now and Tim Gunn would be proud.

This is my style now. Easy restroom access with skirt, low heel boots (hides winter hairy legs)and the top half was done for me. I can still do my own make-up, but when I can't anymore I will do the tattoo eyeliner. I'm disabled, but I refuse to give up looking and feeling like a woman. This is my buddy Pam who has also managed to maintain her style with ALS. We should be on an AARP cover. :)

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Photo Shoot - My Favorite Piece of Furniture

Show us your favorite piece of furniture.

This is my throne! When you are disabled the majority of your time is spent sitting and sleeping. My bed is a sleep number bed with a feather mattress topper. My bones still get sore from pressure so I'll soon be adding an egg crate pad (memory foam was too hard). Just visualize the princess and the pea. From there I have a simple computer chair that I cannot use ergonomically due to my angle of typing. I tend to lean on one arm and get sore. Then there is my recliner that automatically reclines, heats and massages. So like Goldilocks, my bed is too hard, my blog chair doesn't fit, but my recliner is just right!

If I'm not sleeping or on the computer I can be found in my recliner. Above me is our daughter's as little girls and as women. On the shelf is our parent's and grandparent's on their wedding day. I've added my wedding picture and our girl's wedding pictures in sepia. Our four grandson's are everywhere else. Do you see a handle to the dining room? It's actually a sideways oak toilet paper holder. That clever man of mine! (click for better close up)

I put my recliner in a location that works best for hours of sitting. I can see Dave, my view, a toasty fire and my TV, perfectly. When Dave is at home I go outside when it's not too cold. Do I get lonely when Dave is at work? I'm never alone...

I have my girl's!

UPDATE:

Tammy's Warriors have raised over $1300 for the Sacramento ALS Walk. GO WARRIORS! I'm making a list of virtual walkers to take with me on Oct. 25th. So that we can all be together! We will have virtual walkers from all over the world thanks to bloggers. Special thanks to Annie, Chasity and Debbie for all of your hard work. Thank you!

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One Single Impression

"GOLD" is the prompt and I immediately thought of the color changes of fall. I just happened to be watching the season finale of "Project Runway" when this came into my mind. LOL

Today

Fall has snuck up

on my summer collection

revealing shades of change.

Hues of gold, orange and red

move in perfect form

as the breeze moves by.

I can be found nestled

in a cocoon of covers

too warm to expose

a limb, as I remember

where I had stored

my sweats and slippers

so I can strut down

the hallway to enjoy

the new fall collection.

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Sunday Scribbling - If I had to live in a different time in history.

If I HAD to live in a different time in history, I would not go back in time willingly. As chaotic as I think these times are, I still have hope for a continuance of positive change. Why would I want to go back to when women had few choices, worse racism, less medical technology, people with mental and physical disabilities housed in institutions and less police technology to find criminals. My choice would to be a part of the history yet to come. I want to go forward, not back, hopefully learning from our greatest mistakes.

I'd choose the early 50's to live my life, if I must choose. After the depression and WW II Americans were much more relaxed, during those relatively peaceful times. It was known as "The Golden Era." People could afford to buy homes and credit was not a way of life. Entertainment was cheap, like the drive-ins, hula hoops, silly putty and "parking." It was also the start of rock in roll for goodness sake!

Inventions likeTelevision brought us "I Love Lucy" and "Gunsmoke." "The Diary of Anne Frank" was written and the song "Unforgettable" by Nat King Cole came on the scene. Let's not forget the appearance of Tupperware, the first ballpoint pen and Snoopy! Some of my favorite things to this day. The fashion was fun and had nothing hanging out, except in Hollywood. The movies were so good back then, without the violence and gore. A very simple time where stress was down and kids played outside, until dark.

Great changes began during this era, like stopping Polio, Rosa Parks refusing to sit at the back of the bus and the new NASA launching of the "Explorer." We were moving forward, feeling safe and having fun. Don't be fooled, there was plenty of greed and corruption going on. The media did not tell all, unlike today (not necessarily a good thing). I don't want to pick apart this era because I saw promise and hope during this time in our history. I was not even a part of history until 1961, but the 50's left a great imprint on my heart. I wanted June Clever as my mother in the 60's, but thankfully I didn't have to be her in the 80's.

Do I want for us to go back in time? No, but we certainly could look back and see what was done right. History repeats itself in different forms, so we must look back. Maybe this economic disaster we are going through, globally, will make us do just that. Could this election and crisis be a catalyst to bring us all together? Here's to hoping.


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Fences and What's Behind Them

Sending Carly a big HUG over the loss of her beloved cat, Elvis.

Our first outdoor project in our new house was a picket fence. We kept it natural and discovered that not only would it keep Nikki near, but we could use it as a canvas for spring blooms.

In the summer our picket fence enclosed our new garden waterfall, but allowed a path for the critters to drink. I thought the pickets looked like they were guarding it all. (click on picture for a better view)

Fall will arrive at my house this weekend. This will probably be my last rose, as it clings to the trellis fence. I am looking forward to the colors of fall, but I will miss the beauty of our first spring and summer in the mountains.

This precious bloom, that is growing like a weed, can often be found on the wrong side of gramy's garden fence.

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Three Word Wednesday

Thrash -Vindictive - Effortless

I recently had a reporter from the local paper come out to the house. I wanted to promote my ALS walk and ALS awareness in my community. The reporter and photographer were very nice and put me at ease. I gave her way more information than she needed as she tried to keep up with me on her trusty notepad. I wanted her to get a feel for who I was as a person. My story flowed from the heart and it was effortless. When the article came out it was on the front page and half of a later page, with a really good picture of me, Dave and Nikki.

As I read the extensive article it was a laundry list of things I've done since having ALS. Unfortunately there was not much room left for the emotional connection I had to the events. Considering I talk with a slur, most of the mistakes were no big deal. Some of the words, however, were just not me. "He's got my butt" referring to my connection to God made me cringe! God has held me up during my darkest days and has always had my BACK. I had also expressed my wish for a "living funeral" like in the book "Tuesdays with Morry." It was expressed as I told it, but she ended the paragraph with "There will be a line out the door of ladies waiting for Dave." Ugh! I had said that in jest in a whole other conversation explaining what a wonderful man Dave is. It was an awful place to put such a jest.

The article did not capture who I am and it made me realize I had been naive. I didn't ask to proof read it before it came out, she never asked me to repeat myself (red flag) and I gave her too much information. I had to thrash it around in my head before I could get past the disappointment and move on. My biggest ALS walk supporters have been my family, friends and blog buddies. They know me best through my own words.

I can't even link you the article or picture unless I subscribe or buy copyrights. The Internet is making it very tough to compete for small papers. If I get permission and the link, I will share it with you. I'm not keeping any copies but I'm saving that picture. I am very grateful that this article did do what was most important, spread ALS awareness. The paper did not link my personal ALS walk page, but instead referenced my blog. I'm not sure how many readers know about blogs, but at least I got ALS awareness out there.

On a side note, I have been shocked by vindictive comments on a few blogs that have expressed their political passions. Non political blogs have stepped out of their comfort zone in these scary times, only to be slammed with negativity and name calling. I'm keeping my argument's for Dave (lucky him!) and won't believe everything I read. ;) You can agree to disagree with respect and debate with kindness. I'm anxious to vote and move forward.

Photo - Fort Bragg from Jess

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I Don't Want Summer to Leave

"Still Life"

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My First summer in the mountains has been heavenly. The weather never got too hot and there was usually a gentle breeze whispering through the trees.

As I watch Dave stack our winter wood and gather our kindling, I continue to deny the arrival of fall. It has always been my favorite season and yet even our ripening apples do not excite me. I feel fall's silent approach in the crisp morning air beckoning me forward.

Transitions

New beginnings come, reluctantly

like fall giving in to winters claim.

Winds sweeping away the dead of

fall, a shifting of life, a new day.

We have started anew, joyously

as our dreams drift like snowflakes

filling the trees with possibilities.

Blanketing us in quiet solitude.

The magic of Spring will come

whispering through the pines.

Rooted deeply in love, growth

emerging stronger in change.

Reflections on a summers eve

become blossoms of hope.

Opening to possibilities, joyfully

of living in the moment.

By Tammy

My wrist has been seen by an Orthopedist and he disagreed with the Radiologist. He took his own pictures and my wrist is NOT broken. Yayy!