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Shingles?! Awww C’mon

Friday, July 19th, 2013

I’m one of the happiest people I know and one of the most relaxed (especially after a glass of wine) HOW can I be stressed? I mean that IS what typically triggers shingles, right? That horrible condition that flairs up in adults who, as kids, had chicken pox? Stress. That thing that happens to people who over-worry, over-work, over-see and over-do?

I remember as a teen learning about my Nana’s bout with shingles. And, my dad has had them twice! Painful, uncomfortable, burning, itching, blistery …. eeeew. That’s just nasty. But me? No, that happens to other people. Bad stuff happens to other people. Besides, I’m way too young!!! I have great control over my emotions; I handle drama with ease; I share my feelings; I don’t hold things inside; I laugh a lot; I cry with no shame; I ….

…. Well, Don’t I????

Alright, let’s analyze the situation. My 15 yr. old doggie died in May (sad, sad, sad..the longest relationship I’ve ever had). My step-daughter is now living with us for the summer (may I remind you of what YOU were like at 20 and single?). My parents SOLD and are now down-sizing this summer (what ARE we going to DO with all that STUFF?). Extended family in town; drywall repair from a leaky roof; a travel schedule that extends from Vegas to Minneapolis to Albuquerque to the Dominican Republic to Telluride to Pittsburgh and all within 3 months!!! AND, I’m launching my very own jewelry line this fall (the most exciting and terrifying thing I’ve ever done!).

A recipe for stress?? Must I admit it….? Call me old. Call me one of those other people. Call me someone who’s lucky she has a hairstyle with bangs! I don’t just have shingles. I have them on my FACE! Aaaauugghhh! This stress is causing more stress!!!

Truth is, it could be worse. I could have learned that I’m suddenly allergic to wine (as I had initially thought), a fate much worse than shingles. So, perhaps it’s time to pour myself a glass and just calm down. “Don’t sweat the small stuff, and it’s all small stuff.” Ha, ain’t that the truth!!!

Always ‘rock’ your full potential (even if today you’ve gotta fake it) ~

Judy

January 31st: Not so “New Year” Anymore

Thursday, January 31st, 2013

Resolutions? Yes, not to feel achy, feverish and down-right blah. Head hurts, muscles are sore, nose is red and even things hot… a bath, mint tea, my husband… aren’t doing the trick. I’m miserable.

Paul left for Minnesota again this morning after buying these. (I can’t even believe I’m showing you this. I am a fright!!)

Yes, he went out and bought a 25-pack (“Twenty-five??!!” He said it was all they had) of these face masks to wear on his flight back to ShopNBC today. I would imagine he’ll fly home in one on Sunday all chipper and cured of his cold just so we can turn around on Tuesday and fly, wearing them of course (after all, we have 25!!), to the Tucson Gem and Mineral Show. (We’ll be the ones on the plane looking like we really ought to be quarantined)

Who knows, maybe we’ll start a Fashion Trend for Flyers. Perhaps wearing them even ought to be a law! And, with all of this down time on my hands, I think I’ll get out the markers and start drawing. A nice set of red lips would look good on my mask, don’t you think? (Or, should I put them on Paul’s? ha) That’ll let the world know that I know I look ridiculous, but that I’m gladly doing my part to maintain a germ-free zone. Other passengers may even ask if we have extras. (Suddenly, 25 doesn’t sound like nearly enough)

Just remember, even in a face mask…

Always Rock Your Full Potential ~

~ Judy

The Best Laid Plans

Wednesday, December 12th, 2012

If you agree that a wedding is memorable as MUCH because of the mishaps as because of the bride’s beautiful gown, then perhaps the same can be applied to my recent Holiday party. Centered around the date of the annual boat parade, my party had been scheduled for months. Last year the boats swung right by our house … so creative, so pretty, so festive… I thought my Kappa colleagues would love it.

So, the night is planned; the evites have been sent; the menu has been selected; we’re ready to go. The night before the party, my husband is cooking me salmon on the grill. It’s a beautiful night. I look outside and here comes a decorated boat. How PRETTY! “Look Paul, here comes another one!” Wait. What’s going on???

He says, “Come eat while it’s hot.” I say, “You don’t think…..” “No. Don’t worry,” he’s says. “I’m sure it’s a parade from another township.” Just to make sure, we double-check on line. Sure enough, OUR township parade is definitely scheduled for the following night. Whew!

The next night, all the ladies show up with their husbands and dates. It’s an even nicer night than the one before. Everyone’s dressed up and enjoying people they haven’t seen in forever. The boat parade start time, 7:15, comes and goes. ‘Ah well, they must still be lining up.’ 7:30, 7:45 … still no sign of a light much less a boat! Now I’m starting to worry (and, like any nervous bride who wants it to be perfect, I’m getting mad!).

“Hey everybody,” I stall. ” Let’s get that shot of all of us holding our children’s books that we’ve collected for charity!!”

Okay, well… that was good for a few minutes. Now it’s 8:00, 8:15, 8:30….. NO BOATS, NO PARADE, NO NOTHING! Well, that’s not quite true… somewhere out there along the beach, someone was shooting off fireworks. Woohoo!! (Small consolation for a night completely planned around a PARADE!) Talk about mud on my face (or is it ‘in your eye?’) SOMEwhere, there was mud. And, aside from the skinny string of Christmas lights on the bow-railing of our boat, my party people got totally ripped off!

The good news? Friends are incredibly forgiving. The food was good, the children will get books for Christmas, and …. there’s always next year?!?

Styling Your Full Potential ~

Judy