JUDY FROM THE BLOCK

JUDY FROM THE BLOCK

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Phoenix, Arizona, United States
Retro wifey, mommy to a princess, editor, PETA fanatic, and I Love Lucy!

Wednesday, July 27, 2016

THE BIG NEWS!



It's been a while since I've blogged.  Mostly because I had so little time in my mornings, afternoons, and nights to do so.  But as you can see, that has all changed as of today!  July 27, 2016.  The day I said "Take This Job And Shove It."

Okay, I didn't say it quite like that.  I went out with dignity and grace.  Yes, I said grace.  I have it in me, it's somewhere in my pinkie toes.

After 24 years at my career, it was time to go.  Not because they wanted me to, but because at some point in your life your priorities change, and sometimes they change real BIG.

It was easy typing my resignation.  I was so comfortable doing it.  The words just flew off my fingertips.  However, when it came time to hit that "send" button in an email to my boss, it took about 3 hours for me to come to grips with it.  Nerves shaking, knees knocking, heart pounding, rubbing my forehead and temples.  Then, I looked over at my 6-year-old daughter and I remembered why I was doing it.

We decided to take our daughter out of public school this year and give her a fighting chance at a better education with a private special education tutoring program.  Our daughter has "special needs," and the most important thing in our world is that she gets a chance at the BEST education that we can provide for her, and public school was NOT it.  She will now be doing virtual learning with a special education teacher, which means that will require a lot of home schooling.  That's where I come in.  I will help tutor our daughter alongside with her teacher.  It will be a team effort.  I am really looking forward to this, and yet I know the HUGE challenges I am facing.  Let me be clear.  I am NOT a teacher.  This is new for me.  I am learning as I go, without pay!

Another reason I retired from my job was about taking care of MY needs for a change, mostly my health.  After I turned 50, my body started falling apart at a high rate of speed.  It had been whispering in my ear for a while to slow down, but I tuned it out.  I know now that I should have turned up the volume and listened more closely.

I didn't leave my job "out of the blue."  This took a lot of planning on my part.  Paying off bills.  Paying off our vehicles.  I wanted to lighten the burden that my husband will now carry on his shoulders all by himself.  I couldn't do this without him.  He made this possible for me to be with our daughter, and I am so grateful. 

I am not sure how I feel yet about the word "retired."  Today I feel "free," like a prisoner from a jail cell after years of being on a chain gang.  I've sat chained to a chair and a desk for 24 years staring at a monitor doing the same thing day after day.  Don't misunderstand, I loved my job.  I took so much pride in my job.  Chances are your medical record has my signature on it somewhere.  I've been so lucky to work all around the United States for so many different hospitals and clinics, in all medical fields.  I have met some of the greatest people and some of the kindest people you could ever come across.  I am so lucky.  But my time is up, dolls.

So goodbye workforce; HELLO domestic goddess!!  Damn, now my husband is going to want me to cook more. Maybe I didn't think this all the way through.  Wish me luck!



Saturday, December 7, 2013

MY LETTER TO SANTA



 Dear Santa:

It's been a long time since I've written.  I think my last letter was postmarked like 1972.  It was thoughtless of me to not write all these years.  And though I know I shoulda been on the naughty list from 1982-1987, you still looked out for me.  I really have no excuse.

It's now 2013 and here I am writing you once again. Why?  Because shit just got real!!!

As you can see, I am writing this letter using my child's #2 pencil, of which the eraser is half chewed so I will try to hold on any mistakes.  (No pens allowed here; it's waaaaaay easier to wash pencil off the walls, and furniture).

I have been a good mom this year!!  I fed my child, I bathed my child, I played with my child, I read to my child, I even cuddled with my child.  My point is, I have managed to keep a HUMAN BEING ALIVE!  That should count for something right?

I don't usually ask for much, but this year I am gonna need some things:

1.  A new pair of legs.  I have a fast running 4 year old.

2.  A pre-pregnancy body.  Anybody's will do.  (Never mind that my daughter was adopted).

3.  A CD of James Earl Jones (Darth Vader voice) with pre-recorded sayings of, "Don't Touch That," "Get Down," "Don't Paint The Cat," "Stop It," and my favorite, "GO TO BED!"

4.  A "Rosie Robot!"  You know that chick who was the maid for the Jetson's? I really gotta have one.

5.  I would love a new car with "fingerprint resistant windows." Yeah one of those.

6.  An extra 6 inches!  Oops let me explain...OF BED, an extra 6 inches of the bed!

7.  A TV that NEVER plays anything with talking animals!!  If that's too much, then a stereo that NEVER plays Old McDonald, Twinkle Twinkle Little Star, or that pesky lullaby theme (yeah yeah we get it, bough falls down, all bad, go to sleep already)!

8.  A talking dolly that says, "You Are The BEST Mom!"  To boost my confidence as a mom and shit.

If it's too late to find any of these, I'd settle for enough time to brush my teeth and comb my hair in the same morning, or the luxury of eating food warmer than room temperature and to drink a Pepsi BEFORE the ice melts.

Also, one last thing.  I am not sure if this is a God thing or a Santa thing, but could we declare ketchup and spaghetti sauce as a veggie?  That would clear my conscious immensely!

Here's to safe travels Santa.  Feel free to help yourself to all the cookies you want at my house, take your boots off and warm your tootsies by my fireplace, and sip some of that hot chocolate.  (If that pesky elf you sent here leaves you any)!

Well Santa, the dryer buzzer just went off.  That's my cue.  Not to mention the fact that my child just found me writing this letter in the refrigerator behind the crisper section, aaaaaand she wants her half eaten #2 pencil back!

With Love,





  


PS:  I used the back side of the latest cable bill statement to write you this letter.  Feel free to pay it if you feel that is a better gift instead.  Thank You.

PPS:  If the elf is still alive when you get here, kick him in the balls.  I think he pinched me!!

Merry Christmas!!!


PPPS:  Never mind.  You can disregard the PPS....


 



Sunday, November 24, 2013

"CHANGE" WILL ALWAYS COME....

As I was cleaning my 4 year old's room this week, it occurred to me all the things she has and how things have changed since I was her age.  And there is no such thing any more as "age appropriate," because the kids today are way smarter than I was at their age.  I thought I had it GOOD growing up.  But when I look at what my daughter has, I am rethinking the word GOOD.



When I was growing up, this is how it WAS:




 This WAS the spices on the table!












This WAS your IPod!








  This WAS Sat and Sun morning!







 This WAS a big screen TV!





       This WAS the Food Network!












                    This WAS outside!











  This WAS what you did on a rainy day!






 This WAS a computer!





This WAS your Phone and your Internet, all in one!













 This WAS the house you wanted to live in!











 This WAS cable! (Roughly 5 channels)!










 This WAS Friday night funny!







 This WAS REALITY television!







This WAS MTV!





                            This WAS BET!










This WAS the school bus!

When I was growing up, I watched this with my mom probably 100s of times, and I am pretty darn sure she thought this was ALL impossible...


              Who knew???







After reflecting on my childhood and my daughter's childhood, I have decided that parents give what is the "BEST" at that time.  My parents did.  My daughter has a Kindle, a laptop computer, an InnoTab, a Leap Frog, and a flat screen TV with 1999 channels.  I am giving her the "BEST" that I can.  And I am not sure how she is going to top this when she has kids, but I sure hope I am around to see it! 


Saturday, November 16, 2013

A POOR MAN'S SUPPER?!



When I was growing up, dad always said, "Beans and Cornbread is a poor man's supper."  Because when he was a youngster, it really WAS supper, A LOT!

 The house dad grew up in....

Dad would say, "I moved off that farm and joined the Navy so I could come back for your mom and take her away from that life of beans and cornbread."  He did want better for HER.
MOM AND DAD

 OUR HOUSE

When I was growing up, we weren't disgustingly rich but I had everything I ever wanted or asked for.  We definitely DID NOT eat beans and cornbread every night.  When mom made beans, maybe about every 3 months or so, we thought it was a treat!  It was actually a meal that our whole family would eat.  Nothing much to be picky about with a meal like that.

It wasn't until later as I got older that I told dad, "you know, I LOVE beans and cornbread."  Dad would say that's because you didn't eat it every day.  Probably true.  But, I reminded dad that whenever mom made it, he lapped it up like a starving puppy.  As if, you like it?

Dad never copped to the fact that he really did LOVE beans and cornbread.  Maybe it was the flavor, maybe because it was a cheap and easy meal to make, maybe he just liked telling the story to remind us he grew up poor (parents thrive on guilting their children about how poor they were and how good we have it), or perhaps it was just a childhood memory that comes back to you when you sit down to eat that bowl of beans and cornbread.  Hmmmmm....MAYBE!

(I still live here)

Now that my parents have passed, I still make beans and cornbread.  I am not even ashamed to admit that I LOVE it, because I do.  For me, it is that childhood memory.  From the second I buy them in the grocery store, I am already thinking about the aroma that it will bring to the house when they are cooking and of course, dad's old stories and the laughter that ensued.  It keeps me grounded.  Although I could eat a T-bone steak every night of the week if I wanted to, but I don't, I will remind my daughter as she is growing up in this house that it is the "SIMPLE THINGS THAT MEAN SO MUCH." 

This week, I made a pot of, yes, BEANS.....


Well, it might have been just a "poor man's supper" to my dad, but to me it is a MEMORY OF LOVE.  I am pretty sure dad was watching over my family eating their beans and cornbread with a BIG smile....