Embrace the Bacongal, and what ever I'm itching to say !

Yes, this morning the face looking back at me in the mirror is 40 years old.  Those years have flown by.  All the things I worried about day after day, year after year, most didn't happen, and even if they did, most were so small I can't remember.   The things I didn't worry about, that caught me by surprise, I survived, and thrived. Let me see.  I am 40, I have stretch marks and back fat.  But I also have nice legs and I can run and bike and hike ans swim with the best of them. I have a wonderful husband who wished me "happy birthday on your day of birth in your birthday week".  I am blessed and I know it. At 40 years old my Mom was dying and knew it.  She knew she wouldn't reach 45.  I hope that she hoped for it, but all the doctors said she wouldn't.  She died less than a month from her 43rd birthday.  Thinking about it right now as I type, I can't imagine right now, facing what she faced.  Her hair was gone, her f...

These are just a few of the things I've learned... Just because you can do something doesn't mean you should do it. If my dogs don't like you, there's a good reason. Wearing the right size bra makes all the difference. I'm not as secure as I appear, and neither are other people. Keyless entry remotes are very helpful in finding your car in a parking lot..honk and look. Red wine makes me sweat. If you can't say anything nice, come sit by me, I'll do my best to keep you out of trouble. I am my own worst critic and the only one that matters. If you think about someone far more than they think about you, you need to re-think your thinking! And my own personal motto.... Pray like you mean it, Love like you mean it, so you can live like you mean it. Later, J

Women don't need to compete.  We really don't.  It doesn't matter who is the prettiest or thinnest in the room.  Because under neath it all we are all women.  We face the same insecurities, the same challenges, the same aches and pains and skin conditions.  I'm not better than anyone else because I'm married.  I would be just as awesome if I was single.  I'm not less than any other women because I wear a size 12 jeans and have short legs.  I would have the same body issues if I wore a 8 or 6, it's just a number, and my legs won't grow anymore! How clean my house is, is only a reflection of how much time I have on my hands, not of my self worth. The color of my hair and the presence or absence of gray plays to part of who I am.  Straight or curly, it's all just hair. Big boob, I got em, little boobs I want em, but it's all just my outside, it doesn't reflect my heart.   There are enough people in the world that like to bring...

Today my heart is heavy.  People I love are in pain.  They are facing something I have faced but that doesn’t make it any easier to watch it unfold.  Their pain is palpable.  I’m reminded of my parents, knowing what my friends will face in the near future. I do not know why my parents are dead.  I do not know why my neighbor’s mother is dying as we speak from ALS.   I do know that we all have a time that we leave this earth for the afterlife, when our souls leave the confines of our human shape.  I know that there is a God, because I see his hand in this Earth and our bodies, and feel him with me. But what decides our time, and why that time is chosen, that’s my question and I think source of discomfort.  It’s too easy to say the good die young, I’m sure there are plenty of nasty people that die every day.  But to us, when we lose someone we love, and worse yet, watch them waste away and die, it only seems that t...

Things that bug the holy crap out of me...today 1.  People saying "mosh gosh" to express that they will be doing something soon. 2.  The mis-use of "their", "there" or "they're" 3.  Men that tuck their shirts into their underwear, so you see their undie band above their pant waist 4.  The words "mosh gosh" uttered in any context 5.  That pain in the ass Jeep Wrangler at 4:35 this morning that felt the need to drive in the snowy inside lane and vomited wet snow and gravel all over the other two lanes

I finally watched "The Pioneer Woman" on the Food network. Loved it. Yes I said loved it. Ree looked normal on TV. Not overly made up. Not covergirl perfect. Her husband, her kids, they all look like I would expect people to look walking down a street. Ree has back fat, so do I, so do most women. She wears flowy shirts, I do not. I've got a D cup and the flowy thing doesn't work for me. I don't collect china, but I collect bells.. Yes she and her husband remodled their lodge. Much like millions of people do every year, remodle their properties. When you are multi generational land owners you probably don't have mortgages. So they invested in their own properties. I don't care if it was done with the idea of making it a studio. That's even better, I wouldn't want cameras in my own home, maybe they don't either. My intuition tells me that at some time Ree felt isolated, raising four kids, even with money, in the boon...

Bacon life, or better yet life with a Bacon..did I ever tell you that men love my last name. Not so much women. There's just something about the name that reminds them of salty meaty goodness that makes them comment..but back to our program. This is Riddick and I last night: Bacongal: "honey why is there a knife and salt shaker on the table by your recliner" Riddick: "I was attached by slugs" Ok, we live in the NW, which does have slugs, but not when it's 27 degrees outside. The true story. He was eating potato salad (salt) and adding some of my home made pickles (knife) in his recliner.