Unveiling old Wounds

Sometimes life throws us a curve. How we deal with it will determine the outcome.

It is interesting to me how someone that has a strong memory of things from long ago, can still be able to bury some memories that are too painful to carry with us. Years can pass thickening the skin, hiding the scars.

However, things can happen, things that can trigger an unpleasant memory or a pain from long ago. When this does happen, it is like an unbelievable blow. Or a deva vu.

A while back, Someone mentioned an old "thing". One of those buried memories that I had to put away a long time ago. When it was reveled, I swear I felt the exact same pain, the feeling in the same spot and the sickening feeling in my gut.

I know people that have the gift of being able to block bad memories completely. Someone close to me once said, "I only have small pieces of my childhood in memories. I am scared of what I have blocked and hope that I don't ever recall them."

Someone else close to me, said something very wise. "I don't live in the past. It is the past. I refuse to dwell on it or allow it to sadden me. I live for today. I look forward to tomorrow."

I wish I could do that. I know that when I dwell or over-analyze, it doesn't add one day. It doesn't soften the pain, but I feel driven to understand things better. To have clarity. It does that for me. Once I truly understand the why or how, I can have closure on things.

Sometimes, I amaze myself at how much I have grown and how much I am now able to prioritize and start being able to "forget about it". Sometimes, "it" really doesn't matter.

"Scars tell where we have been, not who we are".

Backgrounds

Why do my backgrounds keep disappearing? Is anyone else having problems with their blogs? Ever since Blogspot added the new Custom Design link, my CutestBlogOnTheBlock backgrounds keep going hay wired.

WD 40 to the Rescue!

A while back got one of those forward emails that had "good to know" stuff about WD 40. I read it enjoyed it then forwarded it. Last week I managed to get tar (from walking on hot black top) on my shoe and transferred it not to one pair of slacks but two because I am one of those women that sit on my feet in the office. (I must think I am still in kindergarten! I remember learning to sit "Indiana Style as it was called back in the 60's, thinking this is pretty cool & comfy and sticking to it for 40+ years).

Oops, where was I going with this? Oh yeah... WD 40! So anyway, I was very mad at myself for ruining two pairs of pants within a week. One pair were tan dress slacks, the other my favorite white carpi's! How am I gonna get BLACK TAR off without making it worse? Then I remembered the email! But... I didn't save it. I remembered something about taking tar off fabric so, off to Google.com I went. Although I did not find the exact email, I got more than I bargained for. I found on wd40's official website a humongous list of things WD 40 takes care of. Too many to list here, but I can give you the link. {well, I am trying but not sure if it's working...grr!) Just go to www.wd40.com/files/pdf/wd-40_2042538679.pdf

My pants look good as new! I was so afraid of an oily spot from the WD40 but, they look PERFECT! Make sure you check this out and get some WD40 for your cupboard!

Did you know that the key ingredient is fish oil? Go figure?

Songs of the Cicadas

The Cicadas hit us hard us hard this year in Indiana. They are a very interesting bug. First came the casings. I started spotting these early this year. We usually don't see them as early as June, but our trees were full of them. Small skeleton shells, much like a skin from a snake. They cling to the trees like little empty clips.

Next come the songs... Now, if you have never heard Cicada's humming it could frighten you. I actually find it soothing, even beautiful. I don't understand how they do it. how they synchronize and are in harmony. Very cool. I read that the way they make the sound is nothing like a Cricket. Rather,

They are beautiful, in a creepy sort of way. I would guess most are about 1-2 inches long, but can be longer. Look much like a mutant horse fly. LOL. They are not fast like horse & house flies, rather slow. They have three eyes small eyes between the two large eyes on top of their heads (I betcha didn't know that!). The also "sweat" to cool themselves down and lower their temperature. They stay out of sight, I suppose at the tops of my trees.
I know they are here, I certainly can hear them! Unlike crickets, they make their sound from noise makers on their sides that form membranes that tighten & relax their muscles causing the sounds. Sorry~ didn't mean to get all Mr Scientist. I just find it bizarre.
Sometimes they kind of freak me out when it is very late, and I am out with the dogs. It's dark, and very quite...except for them. They will slowly start up, and get louder & louder, as if approaching, then SILENCE.
Then again, I get creeped out easily as I am such a frady cat!

One of the strange facts about them that intrigue me is their lifespan. They can live 13-17 years!