Ah, The Memories…

I was born in the eighties. Hair was high and the “fashions” left something to be desired. The nineties weren’t much better fashion wise, but the nineties were where I spent my childhood.

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I am about to turn 33 (how is that possible!?) and for readers around my age, I thought I’d take you on a journey along memory lane.

Do you remember:

  1. Sturrip pants
  2. American Girl dolls (My sister is always looking to make a quick buck. She wants to put hers on Craigslist, but Mom refuses.)
  3. “Where’s Waldo”
  4. Koosh
  5. “Goosebumps”
  6. Polly Pocket
  7. Zoobooks
  8. LipSmacker
  9. Mini backpacks
  10. Friendship bracelets
  11. Pogs
  12. Squeezit
  13. Scrunchies
  14. The Oregon Trail game
  15. Sanrio Surprises
  16. “Operation!”
  17. Lunchables

What are some of your childhood favorites?

The Waiting Game

Isn’t it amazing how much we rely on the internet? We have been having problems, and ours is out right now. Panic set in when my computer’s little arc went gray. The official diagnosis is a Time Warner problem at the street. No worries. In 2 or 3 days they’ll be back to fix it.

Two or three days? Correct me if I’m wrong, but that’s months in internet speak.

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I feel like that family in the AT&T commercial whose internet is out and they can’t function. At least I think it’s AT&T. Obviously I can’t check right now.

I was born in the 80s, but spent the majority of my childhood in the 90s. Of course I had Doc Martens, wore flannel, and watched “Full House” (actually still do on Nick at Night), but didn’t have the internet. Yet I survived. Funny—right now, sans internet, I’m not sure how I managed.

Isn’t it bizarre that kids before 2000 will never know a world with Walkmans, cassette tapes, VCRs, video tapes, or huge clunky TVs? Or how about this: a TV with no remote.

Do I sound like your grandpa yet?

No telling when this post will actually post. The internet may be currently working, or I may spend the next 72 hours wishing for the good old days.

An Open Letter to WordPress

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Dear WordPress,

This letter is regarding your Daily Prompts. Or lack thereof. A single word, make that, and a random word is not enough to base an entire post on!

When you had real prompts, it was so much fun. Mom would tell me in the morning what the prompt was, so the wheels could be spinning until the afternoon when I got ready to write. The monotony of my morning routine was not so monotonous with me thinking of a fun spin on today’s prompt.

In my humble opinion, you are taking the lazy way out. It’s as if you’re saying, “This is too much trouble, do it you do it yourself!”

And I’m positive I’m not the only one who feels this way. Hey, here’s an idea. Have a one word prompt, but have a regular prompt, too. Bloggers can decide for themselves.

Sincerely,

 

Erin Tharp

Slim To None He’ll Like You Whether You Lose the Weight or Not

At lunch Mom and I like to watch TV. It’s usually mindless, girly TV; you know, “Project Runway,” or a show I love and Mom saw for the first time today: “My Big, Fat Fabulous Life.” Luckily, Dad was getting the car fixed during lunch. Otherwise during these shows he provides a running commentary.

We watched one last week that I don’t think I will ever watch again, just on principle. “Fat Chance” follows an obese (or at least that episode did) individual who has eyes for a friend. The only reason to lose weight for her was so she would look better for her hoped-for mate!!

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Women reading this, don’t you agree that that’s just sick? I didn’t know I had one, but I guess my inner feminist came out. As I was watching her kill herself in the gym, I wanted to scream HE’S NOT WORTH IT IF HE CAN’T ACCEPT YOU AS IS.

Then came the extremely awkward moment that she told him what she had been doing. And why. I cringed. I don’t really think of you in that way, he said. She stood there, devastated and humiliated.

 

My readers look like an intelligent bunch, and I’m not even 33, but I guess the moral of this post is that if it’s the right person, they will take you exactly as you are. If you’re going to change, do it for you.

The Birthday Girl

 

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Sorry–Maggie wouldn’t hold still for a birthday photo.

Today Maggie is 11. Though she doesn’t act it, technically she is 77. Although she would have qualified for an AARP card 23 years ago and countless other senior discounts long ago, my daughter doesn’t act her age. Sure, she has gray on the tips of her ears, but if I didn’t know, I’d never guess her age. She plays with Pippa, often instigating the play like she were still a puppy herself.

How fast 11 years have gone. I was a child of 22 when I got her. Both she and her brother were available. The breeder put both dogs on my wheelchair tray. Sweetie climbed my shoulder, and that was that. I was smitten.

Happy Birthday, Maggie. You’ll always be my pup.

It’s About More Than Hot Dogs and a Good Sale

Memorial Day kicks off the summer, unofficially. There will be trips to the beach, the smell of hot dogs on the grill, and tediously long lines at America’s airports. We sometimes forget the true meaning of Memorial Day: honoring those who have made the ultimate sacrifice for us.

I can’t imagine experiencing the horrors of war day in and day.

While it’s true most soldiers come home unscathed, sadly there are a lot that don’t. Whatever the cause, they face months in the hospital and extensive therapy to hopefully regain 50% of their pre-war selves. I just stumbled upon a charity that helps the post war veteran with a TBI or PTSD by providing adaptive technology, voice recognition laptops and personal GPS.

You (me included) remember the fallen soldier today, and that’s great. That’s what today’s all about. But what about the ones who’s lives will never be the same? In a way, haven’t they also made the ultimate sacrifice?

Please take a second and check out this link to Soldiers’ Angels, an organization that provides technology to one of the most deserving groups I can think of.

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A Soldiers’ Angels Chaplain Support Group making a donation. Courtesy Soldiers’ Angels

My 600-Pound Fascination

If you haven’t seen “My 600-Pound Life,” you’re missing out. Each episode follows a morbidly obese individual. It shows their daily life. A lot of them are literally bedridden. Often their kids must do absolutely everything for them: bathing, shopping, and cooking.

They have family members get them fast food, sometimes five times a day. One woman actually had a fryer on her nightstand. No joke! What gets me is they actually wonder why they can’t lose weight. I wonder.

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Yes, that is a Fry Baby deep fryer. On. Her. Bed. Courtesy cdn.inquisitr.com

Anyway, they either move or take a sometimes six-month (sometimes longer) trip to Houston. There they meet a doctor that operates on people their size (I think the heaviest person I have seen was approaching (if not already there) 1,000 pounds. The doctor takes no excuses. He gives them a meal plan and says he will only do gastric bypass if they lose fifty pounds on their own. A lot of the people aren’t serious and are just looking for a quick fix.

If he does approve their surgery, their lives have the potential to change dramatically. Some people change nothing about their behavior and get heavier than they were before, but lots keep it off and are so much happier.

Overall my takeaway of the show is this: no excuses. You get out of the doctor’s instructions what you put into them. Which is pretty much like life in general, so, technically, the show is more than junk food for the mind. It’s taking one situation—a situation most of us will never, ever experience, let alone understand—and, if you allow it, showing how (1) these people really aren’t different from you and me, and (2) the only one responsible for your success—or failure—is you.

Mom and I are hooked. Dad gives us grief, but it is on The Learning Channel, after all.

To Outline Or To Not Outline, That Is The Question

I obviously love to write. It’s so satisfying to see something that was formally in your head, on a computer screen. I have taken many writing classes online as well. I don’t know if I was hoping to improve… or wanting homework!

Everyone of them gave the same advice: Outline, outline, outline!

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What a load of bologna.Don’t you writers agree?

At least for me, writing is almost an adventure. What will happen next? Wait, let me think. I guess you could say that I’m a by-the-seat-of-my-pants writer. I am excited when something good pops into my head. If you have everything figured out, there is no spontaneity. You feel like you have written it already! I do get writer’s block often, but I guess it’s better than being bored. Besides, an outline wouldn’t solve writer’s block. I don’t think it would, anyway.

 

Why Can’t We Be Friends?

When you think of buddies, you think of human friends. The Ricardos and the Mertzes, Doug and Deacon from “The King of Queens.” The cast of “Friends.”

But do all buddies need to be human? Not even a week ago (oh my gosh) our family got another dog since we lost Wayne in December and Maggie is technically mine. The new puppy is a mutt, although a cute mutt. I forgot about how mutts could be. And how, let’s say, exuberant, all puppies are.

Pippa (named after Kate Middleton’s sister; my sister who absolutely loves the Royals) is definitely into absolutely everything and finds entertainment in anything. Anything that isn’t a dog toy is fair game for one. This could be my shoes (more than once I have felt sharp puppy teeth on my toes) or the tassels of my backpack.

On imagining how the two dogs would get along, I thought being 11, Maggie would have no patience for a puppy. But I was wrong. I’m sure Pippa presses her buttons because she just doesn’t take “no” for an answer. Although Maggie takes it and takes it, you can sure tell when she has had enough. There is a warning bark and Pippa calms right down.

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What I imagined. Courtesy 1.bp.blogspot.com

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What we got. Courtesy screenrant.com

Here’s a sample of their thoughts about the situation:

Maggie: One question: When does she go back? I thought I would spend my senior years in peace and relaxation. I don’t ask for much; naps in my favorite corners. My ratty stuffed animals. My people.

Pippa: I LOVE IT HERE…. Wait… I see something fun….a sort of jug. It says “MILK”. It’s empty so I beg my parents to toss it here. They do. That’s some fun. For now. Wait! I didn’t see that rug by the front door! Let’s go see…

Stay tuned. Hopefully Pippa and Maggie can reach a middle ground.

Need An Idea For Mother’s Day?

I have always been fascinated by how people in other countries live. What do they eat? How do they dress? What are their homes like?

How does someone like me—someone who is disabled—live in, say, Africa? I Googled it. What I found could bring me to tears. The disabled in developing countries literally have to crawl on the ground. Those are the “lucky” ones. Others face a life in bed.

You could say knowing that ignited a passion.

With all of my searches of how to help, one charity kept popping up: Free Wheelchair Mission.

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They provide low-cost wheelchairs to people in developing countries at no cost to them. Wheelchair recipients have been able to go to school, open businesses, and just provide for their families.

It’s unfathomable, but something I don’t think twice about is so out of reach to 100 million people around the globe.

Haven’t shopped for Mother’s Day yet? Consider making a donation in Mom’s name.

I am going to do all I can do to help. I hope you click on this link to learn more.