Guilt can be a very useful and helpful tool in guiding you to be the best version of yourself that you can be at any given moment. I will feel guilty if…. I do not workout, if I eat something (or 3 portions of something) I should not, if I cut in line, if I don’t put something tasty in the trash for the bear.
It can become an unnecessary burden that we place on ourselves. I am easy to guilt. Some Facebook posts drive me batty because I feel guilty even though I know that it is ridiculous.
If you love your mom you will share.
If you care about people suffering you will share.
If you hate animal abuse, share.
If you believe in God, you must share.
I apologize to my mom, hungry children, animals, and God. I will not share and pass the guilt on to others. If God needs me to prove myself by sharing FB posts, then my faith has been misinformed.
I think that I will go call my mom now.
Recently, one of my friends started to feel really nauseous in the middle of the night. She was unable to sleep and contacted another friend who suggested and took her to the hospital. Turns out the nausea was not from an over sized meal earlier in the day. It was a mild heart attack!
Would I have suspected that? Would you?
Heart Attack Signs in Women
- Uncomfortable pressure, squeezing, fullness or pain in the center of your chest. It lasts more than a few minutes, or goes away and comes back.
- Pain or discomfort in one or both arms, the back, neck, jaw or stomach.
- Shortness of breath with or without chest discomfort.
- Other signs such as breaking out in a cold sweat, nausea or lightheadedness.
- As with men, women’s most common heart attack symptom is chest pain or discomfort. But women are somewhat more likely than men to experience some of the other common symptoms, particularly shortness of breath, nausea/vomiting and back or jaw pain.
If you have any of these signs, don’t wait more than five minutes before calling for help. Call 9-1-1 and get to a hospital right away.
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…my twist on the weekly photo challenge: Merge. (Nothing official, just Photoshop fun.)
A couple of months ago, the universe told me not to go to the mountains. Nothing was in sync until I made a reservation to fly up to see family. As the sun rose last Friday morn, I headed out for a weekend of good food and family bonding. It was a fabulous trip! I was able to see cousins, aunts, uncles and the star: grandma.
On the flight home, I began to drift off. Is there something on the wing? I do NOT want to be in the Twilight Zone. It’s Fred! He must have followed me on the trip.
Just then, I get jarred awake.
The pilot is on the PA system: “(static) Um, well folks, it looks like we are done with the roller coaster for awhile. They are routing us west to avoid the storm. We will have about 15 minutes with the seat belt sign off. If you should need to use the facilities, this would be a good time. We will land about 20 minutes later than my previous estimate.”
It is at times like these that we all ask ourselves certain questions:
This is a picture of a painting I am about half done with. I do not paint very often and do it for entertainment purposes only. There seems to always be two critical moments during the painting process (and any other creative endeavor). 1) The moment when I have to make a big decision and commit to a direction. Like one of those books I loved when I was a kid. “…if you want to go into the cave turn to page 112.” There is a 50/50 chance that cave will be your doom.
2) The second moment is deciding which brushstroke is the last. I usually keep going too long. Often, in an effort to fix moment “1”.
This photo is at stage one. I now realize that the painting looks better in black and white. Maybe that is my painting style: bad technique and use of color fixed with photoshop! 8)
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I have a new security force. These motion sensor frogs welcome guests as they enter. I was looking for something for work. All of the products seemed overpriced and required drilling. Then, I came across these little guys. The talking frogs can be a little annoying and only work when the light is on. I guess I may actually have to use my alarm system if I want an alert at night.
A year ago, there was a prankster that liked to knock on my bedroom window in the middle of the night.
I love tennis balls and I do not play tennis. My favorite use for them is to use them for massage. I can rub my foot over them to help with plantar fasciitis or just for fun. I also place one on the muscles between the spine and shoulder blade and lean against a wall.Then, doing mini-squats rolls out the muscle. For more intense pressure on the back, I place 2 in a sock and lay down on them. The gap in the middle keeps pressure off the spine while the muscles on either side relax into the pressure. Racquetballs can also work. Golf balls are okay for the foot massage.
Other uses for tennis balls:
A song I learned in the Brownies (mini Girl Scouts) was:
Make new friends, but keep the old, one is silver and the other gold.
My old friend met one of my new friends this weekend. They seemed to take to each other. She would ask about him and he would serenade her.
Fred hangs out on my window to watch the sunrise. He likes to sing to me, especially when it rains.
The not so annual event resulted in 3 giant trash bags and sore hamstrings. Three bags is actually a light load. My last ‘get rid of stuff and organize’ marathon extended over 3 weekends and resulted in 15 bags for donation or trash.
What I found in stuffapalooza 2012: