WOMEN AGES 50+ FOR JANUARY 2016

Happy Thursday ! ! !

Lenora, Lynn, etc. – I understand the leash on kids, too. I used a Velcro leash on my son’s overalls at a Brewer’s game. A large man walked between us, looked down at the leash, and said “how terrible to treat your child like a dog”. I responded, "without this leash, you would have separated him from me just now, so technically this is because of inconsiderate people like you.” He walked away without another word. I also used to safetypin a note in a Ziploc baggie to the back of his clothes. Inside it said “My name is Payne. My Mom, Terri, has red hair. Her cell # is: ___-___-____ . I like to play anything with balls.” I figured since he wasn’t afraid of anything or anyone, it was my best chance for getting him back when he would run. The most recent leashes/harnesses I have seen on kids are like a reverse backpack, but made from a stuffed animal. And I was the kind of kid that created a need for harnesses.

Becca – I haven’t been to a Renaissance Faire in ages. My DD loves to go, but the one in Minnesota was a drive of a few hours, and the one here is closer, but DD is the opposite direction. Maybe I’ll just go one day when it is warmer out. Or maybe my Dad can handle the walk after he heals from his upcoming surgery. We’ll have to see. // Hugs for your son out at Sea.

The one (and hopefully only) time either of my kids stole something small, I took them back into the store, made them return it, then did a few minutes (depending on age) of time-out, and they cried the whole time. Don’t think anything more is or was warranted.

Ellen – Remember that this is a journey, not a sprint. Keep taking baby steps with the changes that you make, so it doesn’t feel too overwhelming. I hope you find the combination and support you need. (and stay safe during the storm). Hugs ! ! !

Michele – that is amazing ! ! ! So bright and cheerful.

Heather – that sounds like a lovely day. I hope I have grandkids someday. DD will need to adopt or foster, but that wouldn’t make a bit of difference to me. Hugs ! ! !

Linda – congrats on your loss ! ! ! Keep it moving.

Kimses – I understand your bagel predicament. My Dad gave me ½ loaves of asiago bread and cinnamon raisin bread, and they were yelling at me from the kitchen all night long. Be Strong ! ! !

Tracie – Hooray for your “Heart Upgrade” ! ! !

Sylvia – You make me worried. Female heart situations are frequently atypical compared to the symptoms we expect with men. Please take care ! ! !

DJ – I saw "Menopause The Musical" a few years ago. I don’t think I have ever laughed so much, so long, or so hard (I'm thankful I wore a poise just in case). There are MANY different situations and songs. Be prepared to get onstage at the end, for hugs and a group picture ! ! ! I look forward to hearing your experience.

Tonight is one H.S. Bowling match. Since DS is currently in 17th place I hope he can hold it, so he will also be invited to the Singles tournament in March. The only problem with that is figuring out how to get him there since I will be in Reno. My Dad said no, because he is afraid to drive the 3 hours alone, but he will go along to keep tabs on Payne, if I can find them a ride. We'll have to see. Things can change with only one missed spare (open frame), so, fingers crossed.

That's about all the excitement here today, which I consider a good thing.

Hugs for Everyone ! ! !

Terri in Milwaukee

"Sylvia - Kiln is a Paragon and it uses cones. It is at least 20 years old. I went online to get the instruction book so I would (or could) learn how to use it. It has a half-shelf in it as well that you can adjust in height. It is relatively large, sufficient enough to put several pieces in it at same time. I have boo-coos of unpainted things and I would like to paint them. Mother always told me that the 'red' would 'eat' off the yellow (or vice versa) can't remember which. Most things had to have several firing. Said that something it would mean repainting and re-firing. A lot of it was trial and error. She'd make piece of small slip to use to make wind chimes. She rarely wasted anything. I remember painting on them a lot; don't know what she did with them, maybe gave them away as gifts to her fellow china painters. I have about 8 cups, all from other china painters in her class. When the Mother of a couple of my friends died, they gave me a piece that she had actually painted and I have some plates that I hung on the wall in my dining room. More like trivets than plates."

Lenora, I don't know the first thing about china painting, except to know that it's very different than what I do. Do china painters make their own pieces or buy greenware? Yes, I had heard that it takes multiple firings and the paints are very persnickity. An old Paragon is still a very good kiln. They are very simple machines. From what you say, it sounds like your bigger kiln is still on the small side. Does it use it 220 or 110? I started out with a kiln that was 22" high and 18" across. That one took cones in a kiln sitter. I had several of those kilns, then got a really big kiln with a digital controller. It is 28" across and 36" deep. I have to stand on my tippy toes to load the bottom shelf. And even my "big" kiln is smaller than some. This kiln is digital, which I LOVE. The kiln elements need to be replaced every once in a while, and mine are about due. Hubby does that for me.

I'm feeling a lot better this afternoon. I get angina every once in a while and my cardiologist said I didn't need to go running to the ER every time. So, I just take my nitro and see if it helps. If not, I will go to the hospital. I have "stable" angina, which I'm told rarely results in an actual heart attack, but sometimes it's scary. I haven't had any in a couple of months, so I forgot what to do.

Hubby came by for lunch, which I think had more to do with checking on me than any burning desire for a hot dog, which is what I keep in my refrigerator for his lunch. I showed him that I've been working on some clay stuff, so he would know I really was feeling better.

Well, I have to go run some errands before I pick up the kiddies. Later, ladies!

Sylvia

My son had a leash! If we went into a department store, he would hide in the center racks of clothing and it was almost impossible to find him. I was terrified that he would get lost or taken. He also got spanked as needed. Once when we were int he grocery store when he was a toddler I was swatting his bottom and he just laughed. Cloth diapers gave way too much padding.

celtikgirl wrote: »

Weigh in tomorrow morning - hoping for success!

Does anyone know how to calculate calories burned by shovelling snow? I'm pretty sure that is going to be my workout routine for the weekend.

Perfect example y I wear a hrm

I myself was a wanderer as a child. Out of the 8 children my mother raised, i was the one who inevitably got lost on any outing, including shopping trips. It was common for my mother to tell me, if you get lost meet me at the "eagle" (a big statue in Wannamakers in Phila), or go to a policeman and ask for help. I was also assigned an older sib to watch me, boy did they hate that! I didn't mind I definitely marched to my own drummer. Of course, these were different times and I must have had a very patient guardian angel. As for a leash on a child, whatever works, who am I to judge anyone else's strategies?

I am skipping cardio today, (insert guilty emoji here) but just felt like coming home and making a nice dinner for the family instead of some rushed affair. I have enjoyed it and will get back on the treadmill tomorrow!

Soon I will be shoveling snow and burning even more calories! Stay safe everybody.

Karen from NY

miriamwithcats wrote: »

I always am amused at people who are constantly checking their pulse/ HRM since I have supraventricular tachycardia. It is an inherited condition where my heart rate suddenly and for no reason, gets too fast. So I can be asleep and have a heart rate over 200! But, it doesn't burn any more calories! There are things I can do to slow it down, like massaging a certain nerve in my neck or applying ice to my face. It doesn't bother me, just makes me tired sometimes since when it gets too fast it doesn't pump oxygen properly. And my heart rate instantly goes high with any activity so it doesn't mean I am burning more calories at a certain point. An HRM for me would be rather pointless.

I am amused at people that take the machines as Thierry actual calorie bun. I need my hrm to give me an actual number, plus it helps me slow down if I need to, or speed up for that matter

Checking in. I missed my workout this morning for a worthless trip to the dermatologist. Next time I am going to listen to my own instincts and not be bothered by somebody else freaking out.

We won't even get into my wasted afternoon. Let's just say I am either a saint or a total wimp and quit at that! My one accomplishment of the day was to organize the hall coat closet and replace the old mis-matched plastic hangars with nice wooden ones from Lowe's. I really shopped those hangers and got them for half whet everyone else was charging.

Carol (peach), I think Georgia is currently waiving professional learning requirements for teaching certificate renewal, so if you have a clear renewable certificate, you should be able to renew it online for a fee. I think it's $20. Mine expires this year, do I'm going to renew it at least this one last time. But honestly, if you have no need for it......

Gloworm – Cracker stands up on her hind legs and jumps. Tonight she was chewing on something and it came off my desk; I guess we need to get her Puppy Chow (that she LOVES) up a bit higher. Right now it is on the bench by the back door. She’s so bad!

Terri – You are probably at least ½ generation behind me; my boys were closer to 9 and 11 before “Time Outs” were vogue. I did not ‘beat’ my children; only gave them a ‘pop on the diapered or thick training pants butts’. The sound and surprise was effective. As they got older, taking things away from them or putting them on restriction was more effective. However, my DYS went by the old adage … “It’s easier to ask for forgiveness, than to ask for permission.” He snuck out of the house when he was in HS; left the window cracked about 1”. I’ve very, very cold natured; and went to look for where the cold air was coming in. He had put pillows and clothes in his bed and covered them, as if there was someone in there. I pulled back the covers, realized he wasn’t there). Raising the window would not have been surprising, he was always hot. So I latched the screen, put the window down and locked it and then tore up his room and short-sheeted his bed. It was cold out; don’t know how long he might have been on the front stoop; but, he finally rang the doorbell. I went and let him in, did not say anything to him, and heard “WTF? … then I heard grunting and groaning (I knew he did not know why he could not get the covers over him.” Next morning I told him that I had found ‘his stash’ (not his – and I ‘sort of’ believed him) and told him that I had ‘flushed’ it down the toilet. More than just for ‘personal use’. He went white as a sheet and said, ‘no, Mom, please tell me you did not flush it’! I let him go on for a while and then told him that I had not done so; but, he had 15 minutes to get rid of it and be back in the house before time ran out. I did NOT want it in my house. Never mentioned it again. We did not have issues with either of our sons with drugs. Putting your information in a Ziploc pinned to his back was a good idea. However, the world is a lot more evil – or it seemingly is so. I can remember sleeping out in the yard when I was young; the boys and neighborhood boys camped out in the woods behind our house, thought nothing of it; but, would not allow our grandchildren do that now. If they want to go to the mall, they go as a group; and an adult is not far behind. I can remember once that one of the girls’ parents did not pick her up when they were supposed to. She did not want us to wait. About 20 minutes later her Dad drove up; and, boy was he madder than a wet hen. Apparently, she was not supposed to be at the mall. He made a pure @$$ of himself – she was mortified. I can understand. If we were ever caught tin a ‘lie’ we got a belt whipping from our Daddy, who was NOT the main disciplinarian of the house. I can remember my middle sister and I sitting under the dining room table laughing at our oldest sister getting one for ‘lying’ about smoking in her room. Daddy wasn’t as upset about her smoking; he was really upset about her lying about it. We lived in an old house, with an industrial sized attic fan. They’d raise the windows and open the transoms over the door. That meant that the smoke got pulled into the house instead of being pulled out of the house. Like a smoke stack. We tried to instill into our sons that lying was about as bad as stealing; because what they were stealing was our ‘trust’.

Sylvia – I have nitro just in case I have chest pain. I’ve gone to the MD several times with complaints of ‘pain in the chest’ or ‘feeling like I have an elephant on my chest’. I take it aafter I have taken a couple of chewable Alka Seltzer (whih 90% of the time has worked for me). I think I have taken 2 Nitro pills at two different times and the pain went away. I’d call the MDs office in the morning and usually I’d go in and they’d do an EKG.

What type of stuff do you work on that has to be fired? Ceramics? Mother would buy slip and make things; but, she also painted on regular china as well, some were greenware (which is a lot thinner than ceramics). Yes, I remember her doing several firings, sometimes it was a learning experience. My kiln is probably about the same size as your first ones.

DJ & Terri – Once when my Mother and I went to Miami to visit my middle sister we went to some play that had “Vagina” in the name of it. I laughed until I about peed in my pants then, too. Can’t remember the full name of it. There is a female comedian that does ‘clean’ jokes (mostly stories about things that have occurred in her life, or in her friends’ lives). Google 7-up pound cakes or Jeanne Robertson. Funny skits. She performed for a fund raiser for the Senior Citizens Center (where I took an art class). The night she performed she did a ‘new’ skit that was about her husband wanting her to learn ‘sign language’ so that she could do it while she was performing and not have to stop and wait for an interpreter. My sister has a deaf child; and she was laughing so hard she could not even stay in her seat. It had something to do with having guests over who were staying over their welcome and her husband signing to her. DN had to learn sign language the summer after she graduated from HS in order to go to Gallaudet. She told her parents that was where she wanted to go after the students staged a ‘sit-in’ because they wanted to hire a ‘hearing’ Dean. It worked, they didn’t. She loved it, gave her a sense of independence.

Klanders30 – I guess the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. I wandered all over. We lived in a small town, Dad was an attorney – so I did not do anything that someone might see and tell him about; but, I could ride my bike as far as the sidewalks went in every direction by the time I was 11 or 12. BF across the street was my partner in crime – just kidding about the crime. We’d walk up the middle of the street which was paved in concrete and tar strips. We’d play chicken – not able to go the side of the street until we got to the next section. We’d cook things, too! There was a big cherry tree on the corner at the church. We’d climb up in it and eat them until we were almost sick. One day we decided we’d cook a pie for our boyfriends (cousins) and it was beautiful – however, we did not think to pit them. One day we decided that we’d make some peanut (pecan) brittle. It got too hard and we ended up pouring it into the middle of the street. It looked like a big pile or vomit and when the cars ran over it, it was taffy, wheels would pull it all over the road. We ended up trashing the cookware and spoon. Never owned up to doing anything with it. We still laugh about the things we did growing up.

Caught the crud ... Horrible food choices that I couldn't even taste ... Going to bed.

Beth

Well, not a good on plan day, but could have been worse. Went to the movies with cousins I hadn't seen in a while and it was a thrill to hear how much weight I've lost. Took carrot sticks to munch on, and didn't cave to the smell of popcorn. We went to lunch at Logans...had sirloin steak, steamed broccoli, salad and 1/2 a roll. Dinner was at the assisted living pace where I do volunteer work and is hard to calculate...one oz chicken, 4 homemade meatballs with marinara, 1/4 cup penned pasta, steamed veggies, about 1 cup salad, 4 oz wine and a small piece of taramisu. Did get a one mile walk in today. Tomorrow is another day!

barbiecat wrote: »

Welcome to a wonderful supportive community of women. The name of the thread is Women Ages 50+ but all women are welcome.

Some of us have been posting on this thread for awhile and others are new.

Please join us on the journey to health, weight loss, and fitness.

If you made any goals or resolutions for December, how did you do?

If you have made any goals or resolutions for January, please share them with us.

Barbie from beautiful chilly NW Washington

December Resolutions: (with end of the month comments)
*walk an average of 13,000 steps a day (great until the "week of no exercise")
*knit hats for three great-grandkids (finished and mailed to them in Ohio)
*meditate for 10 minutes a day four or more days a week (consistently almost every day)
*answer a friend's e mail that I've put off too long (answered and then she replied so she's on my list again)

January Resolutions
*meditate for 10 minutes a day four or more days a week
*sort and discard papers for 15 minutes four or more days a week
*treat myself like a toddler (as suggested by Gretchen Rubin)
*get income tax papers gathered in one place

My word for 2015 is "alacrity"....I will greet all experiences in my life with cheerful readiness

Pip, I understand the need for people that are serious about fitness to know their heart rate. I would see people who really were not very serious constantly feeling their necks while looking at their watches- you know, the once a month don't I look cute in my workout clothes type. That I found amusing. You are in a totally different category.