Jude--undercover agent

Look what I got in the mail.

Obviously my Meijer store main frame computer system reads my receipts and knows what I buy.  Then they mail me these coupons.  Is this creepy?  Do I feel like Big Brother or Vladimir is spying on me?  The first time it happened, I kinda did, but being the least paranoid person you know, now I find it wonderful.  Who cares if "they" know what groceries I buy.  Just send me those coupons for FREE stuff and cash-offs.
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My next door neighbor Tammie--remember her?  She went from Catholic, to Seventh-Day Adventist, to Wiccan to Susie Super Christian--remember her?

Well, she likes to post those vague statues on Face Book--the kind that drive me crazy.  "I just wish I could wave a magic wand and make it all better."

No explanation.  People commented, "Are you all right?"  "What's going on?"  "I'm worried about you."  Which is just what these 'vague status posters" want.

She didn't reply to any of the comments---which of course leaves her friend's in a worried condition so they call her and get the information.

I love how people use FB to elicit sympathy in weird ways.  NOT!

I did not comment on her post.  I did not private message her.  I did not call her.

Wednesday morning when I woke up and walked in the computer room, I saw an enormous County sheriff SUV pull into her drive.  The cop went into her house.  After about 20 minutes, he came out and drove away.  She came out and also drove away.

About half an hour later, her husband--the Prince of Wiccan's drove in.  He got out of his car and staggered into the house.  I figured he had been in the drunk tank during the night and she had to bail him out.

Then yesterday evening, I got a private message from her asking, "Were the cops at my house today?"

I replied that I had been gone from 11:30 to 3:00, so I didn't know.  

She leaves for work at 10:30 at night and shortly after she left, husband took off in his car.

This morning, when I opened Face Book, there was another status post from her.  "Pray for me!  I have had the police take my husband to the hospital for a psychiatric evaluation."

Nothing like telling the world that your husband is a nut case!  

I saw her drive away this morning around 9:15.

Who knows what is going on? I'm sure she will post all about it.

Personally, all the neighbors feel they both should have had a psych eval years ago.
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I much preferred living out in the country, with my nearest neighbor 1/4 mile away and I had no idea what was going or not going on in their lives.  I lived in my own Pollyanna world and had no idea that people like Dar and Tammie and her hubs even existed!
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Pearl was home yesterday and I did get down to see her.  She came home to visit her cat and get some more clothes around 7:00, but had to be back at the rehab place by 9:00.  So far, she has had NO physical therapy.  I guess Merle and the kids had a conference with the director at the rehab place.  I understand there was a bit of yelling from her kids---demanding to know the plan.
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Over and out.................

You just never know.....

...what is right around the corner!

A couple years ago, I took the "23 and Me" DNA test.  If you elect to post your profile, then other relatives can contact you.

I had a 3rd cousin notify me, trying to figure out how we were connected.  Then she had me do her genealogy and I found that her mother and I are 2nd cousins, connected through our great grandparents!

#3rd cousin, had her mother contact me via e-mail. 

2nd cousin--Her mother and my grandmother were sisters.  Her Dad and my mother, 1st cousins.  

She and I, about the same age, had never met.  That side of the family never had reunions that we attended, but I do remember going with my Mother to her grandma's funeral.

So, my 3rd cousin has been trying to set up a meeting.  She works for an oil company and travels all over and isn't home very much or for very long.

Today, she had to travel down to Ann Arbor, so on her way back home, we met up at Outback Steak House in Brighton.

Oh.  My.  Gosh!  What a wonderful time we had.  3rd cousin insisted that her Mom and I each have the Fillet Mignon--not the 6 oz, but the 9 oz.   Her Mother and I both ordered French Onion Soup and the same salad--we laughed that now we knew for sure we were related.

It's funny though, my 2nd cousin is very short--look how short she is!-- and looks nothing like me, while her daughter 3rd cousin looks like she could be my own daughter.

We've already made arrangements to meet for lunch again.  Her mother said, "Why don't we meet in Durand...at Nick's", which floored me as I eat there often with my Old School Gal Pals.  My cousin and I never even knew each other existed, and yet today, we are both familiar with the same restaurant in Durand?  She lives about 15 miles north-west of there, in Owosso.

AND...she has a foster home for...cats!  She is very connected with that county's Humane Society and get this---has a special large room, connected to her house, where she houses, up to a dozen cats at a time...brings them up, cares for them, pays their vet fees, and socializes them, until their adoption.

We never knew each other existed and now, we are family forever!

What's the big deal?

Did you watch the 60 Minutes segment with Anderson Cooper and whatever that woman's name is?  I can't remember...did 60 Minutes do an interview with Monica Lewinsky back in the day? Not while Clinton was in office, I don't suppose.

What a fiasco.  All up in arms about what a man did 11 years ago.  So...Trump is a pig or was a pig, or possibly will always be a pig.  Powerful men attract women.  The men with their huge egos, are enamored by the attention.  At least he hasn't had any dalliances while he is President--that we know of.
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I've been watching the Kennedy documentary on CNN every Sunday night at 9:00.  I am surprised how open CNN has been about this family.  So far they haven't mentioned anything about the many affairs or sexual encounters President Kennedy had before and during his time in office, but when his life in the White House is all laid out, in chronological order, he was a very ineffective President.  He told brother Bobby, "If I don't have sex at least once a day, I get terrible headaches."  So it was up to Bobby to build JFK a nice harem.

His first year in office was a fiasco.  The Bay of Pigs incident, the whole Civil Rights movement that he didn't want to get involved in.  If it hadn't been for his brother Bobby, advising him on every move, and Daddy on the sidelines helping him and Jackie charming everyone, and his doctor injecting him with a cocktail of drugs every day, this man wouldn't have known how to pardon the Thanksgiving Turkey.  Yet the American people were duped into thinking he was some kind of Saint.

At least he didn't kill any of them like brother, Teddy.
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How far back do you want to go with President's having dalliances with women, other than their wives?

FDR died in the arms of his mistress in Warm Springs, Georgia, while his wife Eleanor was in New York, sleeping with her woman friend.

Eisenhower?  Kay Summersby, his British driver and mistress while he served in WWII.  At least that affair ended when he returned to the States.

Kennedy gets the Blue Ribbon for Man Whore in Office, but LBJ wasn't far behind and had his fair share--before and while in office.

Clinton?  Oh my Gosh!! He had them before--$850,000.00 paid to Paula Jones to keep her mouth shut.  Even when he and Monica were shown in vivid color to the entire world and he lied about all of it, most of my Democratic friends laughed, "Oh, he's just a playboy."  He had many affairs before and while in office and according to the Secret Service, he still has a "Special Lady" that lives a couple of miles away from his New York home.  While Hillary is on tour, the SS drives up the road and brings the Special Lady for a visit with Billie Boy.

Obama?  Never!  Probably not because he hasn't had the chance, but he knows darn well that if he played, Michelle would beat his wimpy body within an inch of his life!  She's got all the muscle in that family.

So now we have this doo-dah.  At least he isn't diddling 
while he is in office.  So why the big uproar now?

Shangri la is just around the corner

Yesterday, I trucked up to Walmart to pick up my prescription and about $50.00 worth of food.  Nice and sunny day, it felt too warm and humid in Walmart.  Another lady behind me in line was complaining about it too.

On my way home, I went to the facility where Pearl is getting rehab.  This is a fairly new facility.  I know it wasn't there 6 years ago when I had my last hip surgery, or I would have gone.

What a place!!!  The rooms are large and private.  Don't have a room mate that has to sleep with the TV on all night, like I did at my last rehab place and said her Rosary, quite loudly, every morning at 6:00am!.

They have a spa, where you can get a hair cut, manicure/pedicure, massage.  There is a game room and of course the "gym" as they call it where the residents go for PT.  A big beautiful dining room, overlooking the woods and pond, and a snack bar where you can get Starbucks, ice cream and anything you'd want.  Social room with fireplace, piano, Bingo machine, and giant TV, library and a room where the nearby Humane Society brings animals for the resident to interact with.

Now--that is quite a place for patients that would only be there 2-3 weeks!

I thought this was also an assisted living/nursing home, but when I inquired...Nope--just rehab.  For people after joint replacement surgeries, strokes/heart attacks.  Weak people, like Pearl.

So now, I'm wondering if my knees need replacing.  Any excuse to spend a week there in what appears to be a luxury resort setting.

Pearl's PT right now, consists of her sitting in a wheel chair and pulling herself by her feet up and down the hallway.  She will be progressing to the exercise bike next week, to work her arms and legs.  I am hoping somewhere along the way, they put her on the leg weight machine--where you lay on your back and push a weighted plate up with your legs.

I was there about an hour and left,  It was a very long walk back to my car and my back was screaming.  Finally I fell into the car seat only to realize...I had left my purse in Pearl's room!!!  All the way back in and out again.  This time I did stop by a sunny window with a view and just sit for a few minutes to rest my back.

Pearl had mentioned I could walk up to visit--as this place is only about 1 1/2 mile away.  I told her, "I'll meet you half-way."

My back is much worse than it was last summer and fall.  I am going to have to get determined to get out and walk.  My back does not bother me in the store--with the cart to push in front of me, so...I am thinking of searching the shed, for the fancy walker, with brakes and seat that Fred got from Medicare and just swallow my pride and use that to walk up and down the street out in front.
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So today, back to Walmart.  My cats refuse to eat the last kind of dry cat food I got for them.  Spoiled brats!  So I got another bag of the kind they like, plus some Coseqin for Buddy's arthritic hips. I went through the self checkout this time.  It was fun...like playing store.

More basketball games to enjoy tonight.  I was simply amazed how Michigan beat Texas A&M last night.  They weren't supposed to!  I am NOT a Michigan fan, but a kid I know plays in their PEP band and he is having a ball traveling all over to these tourneys, so I hope they continue to win.  Just for him.  LOL

Tonight I am rooting for Purdue.  We gotta keep the B1G Ten teams in there.

Thanks for the nice comments, but I am not that good a neighbor!  I was feeling bored and it was sunny out and I decided I needed a walk.  I didn't get very far when my back started aching (a signal that I need to walk more) and I saw Merle, so it was a good excuse to stop and talk to him and then head back home and stop at Dar's to rest my back and then Jackie's to drop off a plastic container.

See--not really a visit to check on my neighbor's.  Don't give me credit I don't deserve.  LOL
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The book binding machine at the print shop has been broken for a week!!!  I had two finished genealogies I wanted to mail out!  Yes, I could have taken them to Staples and had them bound, but this little print shop is just up the road and is a local business, so.............

A lady from there called me yesterday morning.  The punch/coil machine was back in the store, good as new.  I waited until 2:00, because you know I have to wait until after my Soap and make all my appointments after 2:00.  Actually, my mind and body don't really work well before noon!

One genealogy was well over 100 pages, the other one around 50.  She asked me if I wanted to wait, that she would bind them right then.  So I did.

Got home, wrapped the books, put them in the Priority Mail boxes, weighed them, inserted the invoices and a letter to my client, printed out the postage labels, arranged for a pick-up by my mail lady.

Then I put my hands on each box, said a prayer of blessing over each one and sat them by my front door.  Yes--you will think it's weird--that I pray over the books before they travel to their people.  But ya know--I just ask God to bless the person/family that will receive the book  I want it to bring them joy and hopefully generations to come will enjoy the books too.

Actually, I love the genealogy research so much that I'd do it for free.  I get such a "high" by going as far back as I can and thinking to myself how surprised the person is going to be when they see the results.  I love looking at the completed book and seeing how nicely it turned out.  Of course, in a practical sense, I can't afford to do that.  Discounting the hours spent researching, just the cost of the special paper--which by the way just went up in price to $40.00 for box of 100 sheets, inkjets, and the printing costs, book binding, postage--well, I'd be using up my grocery allowance pretty quick!  

As it is, I don't make much of a profit.  My daughter's tell me I should charge more per hour.  I tell them I don't want to price myself out of a fun job that gives me something to keep my mind sharp and chases away the boredom.  HAH!
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So today, I gotta run up to Walmart to pick up a prescription and get some food to last the rest of the month.  I am getting tired of eating a half a sandwich for lunch and supper.  I suppose on the way back, I better stop in and visit Pearl at the rehab place.

Then tonight the NCAA basketball tourney starts up again, so I have a couple of games to watch.  
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I pray my friends on the East coast are surviving their 4th Nor'easter in 4 weeks.  My Gosh!  Crazy weather.  We are sunny, but not warm--although my Crocus are blooming, as they always do this time of year.

Have a great weekend!!

It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood----

...except Pearl didn't have enough strength to even get out of bed on Saturday, Merle called the ambulance and they took her to the little hospital up the road from us.  Being a weekend, complicated getting tests done and the results back.  We found out Monday, she was dehydrated, plus her none-ability to walk, left her completely helpless.

Today, she is being transferred to a nursing home/rehab center and their prescription is for,"intensive/extensive physical therapy!!

Boy-Oh-Boy, she isn't going to like that!!!

Three years ago, I took her to physical therapy a couple of times.  I'd sit in the waiting area and watch her.  If they had her do 10 leg lifts, she'd do 3 and stop.  "That hurts too much."  If they had her on the bike for 10 minutes, she'd do maybe 3 minutes and refuse to do more.  It was like that with every exercise.  She'd do a couple of repetitions and stop.  Refuse to do more, because "it hurt".

I don't know if any of you have been to physical therapy, but it DOES hurt.  Week after week, it hurts and then...it starts to get better.  

I kept telling her that she had to "push yourself a bit".  Her answer was always, "Why?  It isn't going to cure me."

"Not cure you, but help you get stronger so you can at least walk, go shopping and out to eat!"

Oh she is a stubborn old Swede!!

I don't know how long she will be in rehab there, but I'll bet when they let her come home, she will have a couple more months of PT.

I'll go visit her.  She's in the newest place around here, just one mile from us, and a place I have always wanted to check-out.  An assisted living, nursing, rehab center.  I'll visit Pearl, and get a brochure and check-out the lay of the land--in case I ever need it.
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After I got done talking with Merle yesterday, I walked across the street to visit Dar.  I haven't seen her in over a month.

Her shoulder surgery was so extensive, that after two month of PT, she has to have another round of it.  Plus, her herpes has come back in her left eye.  Plus, her car insurance now wants her to have more MRI's, X-ray's and tests to make sure her problems stem from the car accident--that happened 2 years ago!!  They still haven't paid any of her medical bills, even though the accident wasn't her fault.


Plus, over the last month, she purchased all new beds, 3 recliners, a rocking chair and a love seat and....the bed bugs still aren't gone.  There was an exterminator truck there last Friday.  This makes the 4th time they have exterminated her house.

Her psychologist--yes, she is finally in treatment, told her that these last few weeks, she has regressed.  She was becoming relaxed and happy and now she's right back in her scattered thoughts, anxiety, fear mode.

Plus, her Dad fell and bruised 3 ribs so she has been having to take him to doctor's appointments.

Yesterday, she was speaking in broken sentences and couldn't remember words or keep thoughts going very well.
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So, after I left there, I walked across Dar's lawn to visit Jackie.  I have noticed she has had a lot of visitor's, but I haven't seen her leave to go to her swim aerobics or church.

Jackie was visiting her son a week ago, no hand rail on the front porch, she slipped, fell backwards onto the cement and has a concussion and broken left arm.

Her visitor's have been visiting nurses and physical therapists.

We chatted for almost an hour, then I got Jackie a cup of tea and walked out to get her mail to take back in to her.

Having been feeling a little dumpy and depressed last week and weekend, as I left Jackie's to walk home across the street, I realized how warm the sun was, how the trees are starting to bud out, my Crocus are blooming, and I scolded myself.  Compared to the neighbor's, I'm on top of the World!!!!!

Results...

To the Doc's yesterday afternoon for my yearly Medicare Wellness Check.  

New government guidelines---if you have EVER smoked in your life, Medicare now requires you to take a breathing test.  Even though I had one three weeks ago at the pulmonologist's, I had to do another one--passed.

IF you are on any kind of opioid pain med OR anxiety med--I take Ativan--occasionally--you have to have a urinalysis.  To make sure you are taking it, but not taking too much.  To make sure you are taking it and not selling it!!!
I wonder how much I could sell it for?  My script reads, "take 3 daily", I only take 1.  Think of the $$$ I could make!!

Oh yes, and by the way--I asked the doctor if it was all right, when my shoulder hurts so much I can't sleep, if I could take half a Percocet at bedtime?

"Where did you get Percocet?"

"You gave me a prescription two years ago when I was still having pain from my hip surgery.  I have 10 left."

"No--it won't hurt you, but I won't give you anymore."

"Okay.  I don't want anymore.  I have 10 left...at one-half every three to six months, I should be okay.  I just wondered...because I am on a blood thinner, if it would hurt me."

"Percocet is addictive.  If I wrote prescriptions for it, the government could put me out of business."

"Why the heck would it matter if an old person became addicted to a pain med...if it eased their pain?"
I'm thinking about Pearl who is addicted to Tramadol, that this same doc gives her, but at least she finds some relief.

"The government would only see how many prescriptions I write for it and that could cause ME a problem."

"Okay.  So, if in the future, I need an opioid pain med, I'd have to go to a pain specialist?"

"Yep.  That is their speciality.  I'm just a primary care doctor....anything out of the ordinary, and I am required to refer you to a specialist."
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Two pages of questions to answer--in the last 4 weeks, have you fallen?  Do you eat a good diet?  On and on.

My heart is good, nice and steady.  Lungs are good, nice and clear..no wheezes or rales.  Carotid arteries are good.  Blood work--fantastic.  Gained 2# since last year, but height is the same: 5'9 3/4".  

There is one test that Medicare should include--a memory loss/retention test, as...................

I requested a prescription refill on a med....

That prescription was filled and picked-up by me on March 2nd!  I have no memory of that!

See--good blood work means nothing to the way a person is aging.

EGAD!!!