Soap—an unexpected payoff

It’s time to make the soap.

I’ve gotten spoiled with this soap. It’s was a very gratifying thing when one of my networking partners, Marcee, bumped up against me, and in surprise, grabbed my arm.

Then she started stroking my arm with a very surprised, and almost shocked look on her face. In a very accusing tone she asked me “Why are you soooooo soft? You skin is so smooth, I can’t stop touching it! What do you use?”

She let go of me when she realized that things were getting a little odd.

I told her I make my own soap.

She just dropped her shoulders, and said “of course you do.”

I’m making an 4 pound batch so I can give some away with a couple of bars specifically set aside for Marcee.

Today I’m grateful for time to make soap, and the ability to make it.

What are you grateful for today?

Life lessons

I saw this on Pinterest this morning and it hit home with me.

So much of my life decisions can be traced back to not so great experiences that I decided that I either didn’t want to repeat, or pass on.

My parenting style for example, while not perfect, was developed by not wanting to make the same mistakes that my parents made. I was really candid with my boys once they graduated from high school about my mistakes as I saw them, and asked them to forgive me and learn from them. It was really cool moment in our relationships.

My marriage has been specifically designed to keep at bay the mistakes my parents made. We are doing just fine making our own dumb mistakes.

I got into the mortgage business after I bought my first house, and knew that I could do 100% better job than the loan officer who did my loan. 26 years later, I’m still in the business, and I’m still getting better at it.

I think about how many times I’ve been in a situation, and I get a vision of how it could be improved, and what I would do differently.

Life is full of lessons and unaware teachers.

Picking up or dropping off?

Went out front and this was parked outside……the engine was running, but no one in the truck.

It got me thinking:

Where do they take it?

How does the interview go for that job? “How long have you been in the poop business?” “We provide you with the truck, qualified leads, and your own scoop and gloves.”

Can you imagine the stories that they tell about the size of the piles?

I’m not sure which neighbor they were servicing, but I just had to wonder how spoiled we have to be?

This just goes to prove that there is a job for everyone.

Dear Lord, did that just happen?

It’s happened. I didn’t think it was possible that I am this old, but the strangest thing happened, and I wasn’t sure what to do when it did. It kind of freaked me out.

Going back to work after an 18 month break, I was looking forward to the social aspects of my job. There are client lunches, conventions, happy hours, dinners, travel, and parties.

I’ve always navigated these functions with my dignity, and professionalism. Our professional community is very small, and we’ve all been a part of it for a very long time. The average age in our circle is 55 and the average tenure is 22 years. So, if you think about it, we’ve all grown up together professionally. Having any kind of flirtation or dalliance is usually widely broadcast, discussed, snickered at, and frowned upon in a very judge-y way.

No, I didn’t have a dalliance, it wasn’t even a reciprocated flirtation, but I think I got hit on, and there was a very uncomfortable long hug, with lots of big smiles and eyebrows moving up on a forehead that might have indicated a question. I think I might have blushed and stammered like a 12 year old before I walked away.

We took clients to lunch, and I was with 2 of the partners from our firm, and 5 people from the C-Suite of an oil company credit union. The CIO from the credit union and I had met 2 times before, at a lunch and one of their new branch openings. Now I’m his favorite, and he hugged me 3 times at the lunch. At the greeting, after the lunch, and at the door when he said his goodbyes. He kept prolonged eye contact, and would touch my arm whenever he could. I believe he’s married, and I was wearing my wedding ring.

Have you ever been in that position, when your stomach drops when the signals finally get through, and they take you completely by surprise?

I kept shaking my head. Did that just happen? Then I had to laugh, because I started thinking about the Golden Girls. I’m not a Blanche, but she had some great lines.

It’s been a long time since I was the center of attention, or the prettiest. But I didn’t think I was that out of practice not to understand when certain signals were coming my way.

So, in pondering the situation, and realizing that being a fifty-something almost Golden Girl I will have to just put my sense of humor on, and try to be more like Rose than Blanche.


Life has been a bit of a struggle the last few weeks with the shoulder thing.

Friday I went for the arthrogram and MRI.

That big needle in my shoulder was not pleasant, it reminded me of getting a Novocain shot, but a bit more intense, especially when the bigger needle for the contrast was put in. Two needles, one shoulder….all I can say is that I was a big girl and didn’t cry. I also didn’t really want to move for the rest of the night either.

All this fuss about my shoulder got me thinking about the human frame, and how remarkably made it is. Muscles, joints, bones, blood, intake, elimination, sight, sound, speech, thought…….we are a remarkable arrangement of atoms.

Today, I’m grateful to go to the movies with the family.

From the inside out.

One day this pain shows up. I’m working my shoulders in TRX. Feeling stronger by the day, then this nagging little pain becomes a sharp throbbing pain, then I have to take a break from working out.

My doctor was a riot. “How long have you had this pain?” When I told him it started in April, he didn’t miss a beat “So you rushed right in.”

I told him I go to doctors for big things like child birth, and Achilles reconstruction. The only times I’ve ever been in the hospital!

He did think that was funny. I liked him immediately, and it didn’t hurt that he was really a cutie! Doctor Eye Candy.

So this lovely picture of my shoulder shows a bone spur in the joint where the mouse arrow is. It only affects me when I have to use my left arm to do little things like, close car doors, pick up groceries or children, cook, clean, put on a seat belt. I can still type, talk, and be my general charming self.

The next step is an MRI because, if a bone spur wasn’t stupid enough, I may have a tear in my bicep. Yippee. There goes my weekend plans of Arm Wrestling! I’ll just have to wrestle right handed.

Working out is fraught with peril, just be warned. This is the second time I’ve gotten to a great level only to be side lined with surgery.

So, what can I be grateful for at this point?

First, I’m grateful that it’s my left shoulder, and not my right. I’m grateful it’s not reconstructive surgery. I’m grateful for a fabulous doctor that had me in and out of the first visit in less than an hour, and that was with the new patient paperwork! They were absolutely fabulous! Best doctor visit ever! Even if it wasn’t great news, I’m glad to know what’s wrong, and that it’s fixable.

Crazy Cardinals

We have a good number of Cardinals hanging out this summer. They are so pretty.

I didn’t realize how aggressive the females are, until I started hearing this noise, like pebbles being pelted at the window.

I walk outside to see if the bird died from the impact, but no. There she was poised on the Rose bush, watching her reflection and ramming the window!

Looking things up, I saw several articles on aggressive female cardinals. Who knew?

We’ve never had that issue before. Maybe she’s hit her head one too many times?

Crazy bird.

Image from Pinterest.

Timely reminders

Today started off with a self beating, reprimand, dress down, criticism of the stupidity of getting involved in a dying association.

Nothing is more predictable than me, making a mistake and beating myself up for it.

Then, I turned on the radio and I heard a friendly voice:

“I don’t have to go to work, I GET to go to work.”

“I don’t have to take care of my kids, I GET to take care of my children”

“When you take “have to” and change it to a “get to” it’s a game changer.

Thanks pastor Joel Osteen for reminding me of how much I “get” to do.

It’s all about the attitude.

This moment meant a lot to me. So don’t write me something nasty about pastor Joel. I don’t care if you don’t like him. Be happy that I got a message in due season about my attitude, and it helped me.

Testing my patience

Well, I did it. I don’t know why I did it, but I did.

What did I do?

I volunteered to be the treasurer for a non-profit women’s group.

We had our planning meeting yesterday.

I’m so grateful I kept my temper.

I’m so grateful there are only 8 meetings until my term is up.

It could have been that no one listened, but everyone wanted to talk.

It could have been we could have finished in 2 hours if one of the founding members would have stopped telling us stories or her opinion.

It could have been that the current board preferred to complain than actually consider a fix their issues.

What insists on remaining will never change.

It’s going to be a long year.