Monday, March 27, 2017

Yes, I'm a baby boomer

Factoid: I was born in 1964, so I'm a baby boomer. Most of my high school classmates are NOT baby boomers because the majority of them were born in 1965.

Since I was born in December, I couldn't start school until later than most of my would-have-been classmates. This means I graduated in 1983 instead of 1982. I never attended kindergarten. Started out in the 1st grade.

Saturday, March 18, 2017

Who the hell is Kevin?

Early this morning our dog Loki was barking at something outside, which is a common (and annoying) occurrence. Paul and I were roused awake by his barking and Paul yelled, "Shut up, Kevin!" 

Kevin? Who is Kevin? Did we have a dog named Kevin and I'd forgotten about it?

Seconds after saying that, Paul also wondered who Kevin was and why he'd called Loki by that name. He still doesn't know why, but we got a good laugh out of it.

Who knows? Maybe Paul was dreaming about Kevin (whoever that might be). Or maybe his brain glitched and came up with the name. Hell, it's not like we have anybody close to us named Kevin. 

Ah, the human mind. Who can fully understand its mysteries? I sure don't. 

[Blog] The Red Mist Descends

You may not know this, but I have more than one blog. Mainly because I write about different subjects and not all of them belong on this blog. My other main blog is The Red Mist Descends: Tales of a Reluctant Human. Last night I redesigned the RMD blog and I like it!

If you're looking for rants, raves, and posts about subjects that deal with the more imperfect human aspects of living, go check out The Red Mist Descends. You might find something you'll enjoy there!

The closeness of...yogurt?

Took this product survey about yogurt this evening and was asked how 'close' I felt toward various brands of yogurt.

Ummm...I don't feel 'close' to any brand of yogurt. I feel NO personal attachment to yogurt.

Chobani is tasty, but it's not my best friend.

Fage is okay, but I'm not going on a weekend cabin trip with it.

Yoplait is good, but I won't be having lunch with it this week.

Dannon is all right, but I'm not meeting it for a coffee klatch anytime soon.

I dunno...asking me if I feel 'close' to yogurt seems silly.

Now, if you're referring to chocolate and coffee, that's a whole 'nother story. Those two are my BFFs.

Friday, March 17, 2017

From my 7 chromosomes, Happy St. Patrick's Day to you!

From the Irish DNA located on my chromosomes #6,7,8,10,12, 20, and 22, I wish a Happy St. Patrick's Day to those who celebrate it. (Source: My 23andme DNA ancestry report. Want to get yours? Go here.)

Sunday, March 12, 2017

Coming June 10, 2017: Lippy Legs & All – My Life with Lipedema

Scheduled for June 10, 2017 release.
You can pre-order your copy from the publisher here:


For years, I watched as my calves legs grew larger, bruised easily, and became more painful. Even bumping against a chair or the corner of a wall would send shockwaves of pain through my calves and leave me with huge bluish-purple bruises.

I knew something was wrong, but what could it be? I thought it was a simple case of edema or general swelling, but keeping my legs elevated and taking diuretic pills had no effect. In fact, they only became worse.

In 2014, after several attempts to locate a physician who would help me figure out what was wrong, I was lucky enough to get a diagnosis. I had Lipedema, a genetic disease I'd never heard of before. It's a mystery disease with no known cure thus far.

Not widely discussed, Lipedema is rare and only affects about 11% of women. Few doctors are able to recognize the symptoms, nor have they been exposed to information about the condition and how it relates to the all-important lymphatic system.

LIPPY LEGS & ALL is the story of my life (thus far) with Lipedema. I'll discuss, in detail, what I've learned about the disease, how it's permanently changed me both physically and mentally, and why I'm determined to bring awareness to this condition so women who may suffer from Lipedema can get the essential diagnosis and treatment they deserve.

Without a proper diagnosis, treatment, and rehabilitation, a Lipedema sufferer can face a bleak future of wheelchair-bound immobility or, worse yet, amputation of their limbs. No woman deserves either of those things; if I can cast a wider spotlight on Lipedema through the publication of this book, I will.