I was happy to groove along to the random tunes that pop up on Spotify while I unpack & organize the new apartment, but my dance & clean party was interrupted by the horrid growling of a leaf blower — from across the street! The cement & brick apartment complex across the way, the one with no plant-life whatever, is being blown – by the loudest lawn & garden implement I’ve ever witnessed! Seriously. This is some big-ass noise, my friends. We live next to the freeway entrance, and traffic is heavy this afternoon, but that leaf blower has blocked the cars out, too. The sounds of construction going on three blocks over? Can’t hear it anymore.
I hate leaf blowers. Hate them. Can someone explain to me why there is a need for such noisy damn tools? What’s wrong with a rake or a broom? Somebody told me once that the folks who do landscaping prefer leaf blowers – something to do with how much time it takes to get things done. Which in a way makes sense, but also, doesn’t. Because wouldn’t you want to be doing things in the slower way if you’re getting paid by the hour? I know I would!
Today I’m celebrating a victory, small to some people, but a rather big deal for me, and I’m thrilled.
Let me explain: from the time I had teeth I bit my nails. Yeah, I know, what a disgusting habit! Eww gross! After all those years of gnawing & chewing on my digits, my poor nails were weak and flimsy, and refused to grow. It was pathetic. So, while I was in college, I began wearing acrylic tips, to cover up the nastiness. I found that I didn’t bite the fake nails, and so my hands looked better. I’ve been wearing some form of fake nail ever since, and the nails underneath have suffered for it.
Over the years I’ve tried half a dozen times to stop, and let my natural nails grow out, but I never made it more than I couple of days before either chewing a nail or deciding my hands looked to icky to leave them bare and putting a new set on. This year I tried again as a New Year’s project, but failed quickly. Then, around my birthday, at the end of March, I decided that for once and all, I was going to take those nail tips off and leave them off for good! All the handwashing due to Covid-19 was wreaking havoc on the fakes I was wearing, causing the glue to loosen and a nail fell off every day. (This is what happens when you wear cheap DIY nails, not the quality salon tips.) This was a deciding factor.
On Friday, March 27, I took off the artificial nails, and began growing my natural nails out. I’ve been using a nail strengthening-cream called Hard as Hoof, and a growth serum top coat. It’s now been THIRTY DAYS and I’ve kept my nails un-faked, and haven’t bitten them. My nails are still very short, but most of the broken areas have grown out, and what’s there looks & feels healthy and strong.
I’m so proud of myself that I’ve broken this lifetime bad habit, and am doing something I’ve wanted to do for years. This is why I’m celebrating.
Someone on sent me this list several months ago, and, slacker that I am, I’m just now getting around to it! It’s actually pretty damn difficult to come up with a song for each of these, but I’m gonna do my best..
1:A song you like with a color in the title: “Blue Spanish Sky” by Chris Isaak
2:A song you like with a number in the title: “1985” by Bowling For Soup
3:A song that reminds you of summertime : ” Good Vibrations” by The Beach Boys!
4:A song that reminds you of someone you would rather forget about: “According To You” by Orianthi
5:A song that needs to be played LOUD: “Ballroom Blitz” by Sweet
6:A song that makes you want to dance: “Twisting The Night Away” by Sam Cooke
7:A song to drive to: “Under The Boardwalk” by The Drifters
8:A song about drugs or alcohol: “Why Don’t We Get Drunk and Screw” by Jimmy Buffett
9:A song that makes you happy: “You Gotta Have A Gimmick” from Gypsy
10:A song that makes you sad: “Whiskey Lullaby” by Brad Paisley & Alison Krauss
11:A song that you never get tired of : “Daybreak” by Barry Manilow
12:A song from your preteen years: “The Night the Lights Went Out in Georgia” by Vicki Lawrence
13:One of your favorite 80’s songs: “The Warrior” by Scandal featuring Patty Smyth
14:A song that you would love played at your wedding: “True Companion” by Marc Cohn
15:A song that is a cover by another artist: the Tom Jones version of “Kiss” is better than Prince’s original.
16:One of your favorite classical songs: “Bach:Prelude from Unaccompanied Cello Suite No. 1 in G Major, Bwv 1007” by Yo-Yo Ma
17:A song that would sing a duet with on karaoke: “Suddenly Seymour” from Little Shop of Horrors
18:A song from the year that you were born: ” (Sittin’ On) The Dock Of The Bay” by Otis Redding
19:A song that makes you think about life : “Angel From Montgomery” by Bonnie Raitt
20:A song that has many meanings to you: “I’ve Still Got My Health” by Bette Midler
21:A favorite song with a person’s name in the title: “Cecilia” by Simon & Garfunkel
22:A song that moves you forward: “God Give Me Strength” — I prefer the version from the film ‘Grace of My Heart’
23:A song that you think everybody should listen to: “Love Can Build a Bridge” by the Judds
24:A song by a band you wish were still together: “Message In A Bottle” by the Police
25:A song by an artist no longer living “Faith” by George Michael. I miss him.
26:A song that makes you want to fall in love: (This one doesn’t quite fit, since I am already in love) : “Roses and Violets” by Alexander Jean
27:A song that breaks your heart: “You Can’t Make Old Friends” by Kenny Rogers and Dolly Parton.
28:A song by an artist with a voice that you love: “How’s the World Treating You” by Alison Krauss & James Taylor
29:A song that you remember from your childhood: “Return To Sender” by Elvis
30:A song that reminds you of yourself: “Bird On A Wire” by Leonard Cohen
My reasoning on some of my choices are rather random, but I’m not changing them now!
I am so bad at this. I started the month of April off with what was supposed to be a 30-Day Challenge, and promptly forgot all about it. Now it’s seven-days later, and I’ve still only done that first day’s challenge. But never fear, faithful minions, I shall catch up, with today’s post, which contains seven days: Day 4, 5, 11, 12, 14, 19, and 20.
Day 4: The meaning behind my Tumblr name. My Tumblr name is “BossyBookworm,” (which is my profile name on most social media) and the meaning is just what is sounds like— I am bossy, pushy, dominating, even intimidating, I’ve been told! And oh, yes, I am a bookworm. Like Scout Finch, I was born reading. Simple as that…
Day 5: Five places I want to visit. My dream vacay involves visiting great libraries & museums, especially the Smithsonian Institute, The Louvre, The Metropolitan, The British Museum, The Rock & Roll Hall of Fame. That’s just ONE trip, someday… Now I want to go to Universal Orlando so I can see the Wizarding World of Harry Potter (and maybe run into Draco Malfoy….) . I’d like to go back to some of the places I visited as a child, like Mount Rushmore, or the Grand Mesa, or the Colorado National Monument. And I want to visit Albuquerque again. I miss New Mexico.
Day 11: What’s your favorite quote? “Fall seven times, stand up eight.” – Japanese Proverb
Day 12: Screenshot your desktop:
Day 14: Provide pictures of 5 celebrity crushes: (so ( I couldn’t choose just 5. big deal..)
Day 19: A list of all the places you’ve lived:
Born in Custer, South Dakota. Topeka, Kansas until I was 11, then Grand Junction, Colorado until after high school. I lived here in Portland for a year, then went back to Colorado and went back to college; after another year I moved to Nampa, Idaho to go to school there. Two years later I followed my family to Albuquerque, New Mexico, where my younger sister was attending the University of New Mexico; our folks moved down there so she could get in-state tuition, and so did I. New Mexico was home for enough time that I was finally able to finish my BA. After that I moved back up her to the Pacific Northwest, which has been home ever since. Mostly the Portland area, but in Vancouver, as well. That’s it.
Day 20: Concerts you’ve attended:
Barry Manilow was the first, back in 1985. The Monkees, in 86 or 87. Reba McEntire & Brooks & Dunn. I had tickets to see Chris Isaak at the Portland Zoo, and was so excited about it, but we didn’t get to see the show; my ex got sick, and we had to take him to the ER. And Jimmy Buffett. (This doesn’t count all of the choral and choir concerts & recitals I’ve attended and performed in over the years!)
In a folder on my Google Drive, I have nearly 150 “journal prompts” saved from various sources online. Some of these prompts are years old, some I saved just last week, but until now, I’ve never actually been prompted by any. I’ve decided to begin this new month by challenging myself to write each day, following this list:
Day 1: some basic things about myself:
The basics of me? Curvy, short, bossy, crafty, and smart. When I decide to do something, I do it to the best of my ability. Of course, I’m also lazy to the bone.
In my last post, I talked about the horrible tooth infection that was causing me so much pain, and the dentist that didn’t help me at all. (Yes, I realize that I posted that WAAAAY back at the beginning of February. What can I say–I’m a slacker.) Well, later that month, I had a seizure while standing in front of a Dollar Tree store waiting for my Uber to arrive, and ended up in the ER. Four stitches in my right eyebrow, a slight concussion, and as the topper, the impact with the sidewalk knocked that bridge so loose that I’ve had to have it removed. After much searching, I was given an appointment at the OHSU Dental School, and had high hopes of getting things fixed there, but it was not to be. My insurance wouldn’t cooperate with all of the other things that needed to be done, and I was getting desperate. So, I returned to the same dental office I’d been to before, fearful of running into Dr. Idiot again. My luck had changed! He is no longer there, and the staff I’ve dealt with since is truly FABULOUS– and, I will say, all quite good-looking, as well.
Decisions had to be made about how to fix things, and I chose to have them remove the few upper teeth I had left, and make an upper denture– all things that my insurance will pay for. This involved quite a bit more pain, since that tooth that had been infected was a bitch to get pulled. I swear, the root on that thing went all the way up my head and wrapped around a time or two. After the doctor finished with that side of my mouth, I went home and was ready to curl up and die for a few days. And here is why I like these guys so much: because we’d had so much trouble & pain with the left side of my mouth, they gave me the option to use laughing gas for the right side, which is apparently not done very much anymore. I jumped at the chance, and ended up sleeping through most of the extractions. While there was still some residual pain, it was much less, because the spot where those shots were given hurt! Two weeks ago I had my first impressions made for the denture, and later this week, I go back for a second one. I was hoping to have teeth in time for Halloween, but Mr Ji (the denture wizard) says that the first or second week of November is more likely. So at least I’ll be able to actually eat Thanksgiving dinner, and let me tell you, I will be incredibly thankful for that! I am so sick of soft foods and gumming foods into submission that I could cry. My stomach is calling out for a plate of crunchy tacos with green chile and lots of cheese, or a bunch of spiral-sliced with a side of green beans. Maybe a big thick steak, nice and rare, dipped in A-1. Okay, I have to stop now, I’m starting to drool. Soup just isn’t a substitute for any of this stuff. My toothless days cannot end too soon!