My Life Gone Crazy

What Happened?

Wow. Things can change in a year. A year ago, I lived in a city (or the edge of it, anyway), and I loved it.

We had our two dogs and two cats and finally had some peace and quiet around the house. It was about time we caught a break!!! I had recently regained my health and figure after a very long time. My BFF’s diabetes was under control. Things were good.

Mocha is hyper and Bobby loves dogs

And then they weren’t. In August, we found ourselves fostering a dog for a friend. She had spent most of every day in a crate and I couldn’t stand it.  We took her under our collective ‘wings’ and started work on calming her down. She was an EXTREMELY hyperactive dog.


She adored our dog Ginger, but Ginger was very old and in a delicate condition. Crush’s way of loving someone is to manhandle them. You could tell that she wasn’t trying to hurt Ginger, but that was the end result. 🙁

Then Things Started Going Downhill

We decided that we couldn’t deal with her name. Crush made no sense to us and we had a lot of trouble wrapping our mouths around that name. We actually went through a list of names and picked one that she seemed to react to. Whether that is what it was, or not, Mocha is now her name.

One of our rescue dogs – a 3 time ‘loser’ at the human society until my BFF adopted her!

About six weeks after we got Mocha, we had to put Ginger to sleep. The day that we came back from the vet after having her put down, our landlord knocked on the door. We were given 30 days to move. No prior notice, no warning, but the landlord wanted her house and too bad, so sad.

I never held it against the landlord; she had every right to want her house back so that she could move into it. It was much closer to her work than where she was living, but ya know. A little more warning would have been GREATLY appreciated.

First Move Was Hell

We found a place, after a couple of weeks. A friend had offered to share his house with us. Not an ideal situation, but better than the alternative. There were three of us doing the move and I was the youngest and healthiest at 55. You may wonder why that even matters, but wait for it.

The first day of packing, I was emptying the hallway closet. Everything in there had just been stored there and would be going to the storage unit. Once the closet was mostly empty, I reached for the box that was on the shelf in the closet. The only problem with that, is that there was a Reader’s Digest DIY Encyclopedia on top of the box, and I didn’t know it.

Carefully slanting the box, so that I could make sure I wouldn’t hurt myself lifting it, the very large book on it, fell directly onto the bridge of my nose. Have you ever broken a bone? When the bone that is broken is in your face, you will hear the break very well. You know it is broken.

If I remember, correctly, I voiced quite a few expletives when it happened. I have to admit, I was surprised at how long it took anyone to react. Maybe they were busy…you know…moving.

We rented a Uhaul a couple of days later.  We were going to fill it up with storage stuff to allow us to see what was left. Backing the dolly into the van with the first load, my foot got stuck and I went down. That hurt. A lot. I stepped away from the van and endeavored to help by moving things around in the house.

It Just Keeps Getting Better

By now, I am gimping around with a jacked up knee and a broken nose. I really felt the need to help, so I was moving boxes around. If you haven’t seen a pattern, you will now. I was moving boxes around, backed up over another one, and hurt my back. I was down for the count. My days of being the ‘muscle’ were over, for a while, anyway.

During the rest of the move, which took way longer than it should have, I was relegated to the couch with boxes brought to me. I was barely allowed to move while they were packing up.

Pretty red snow collector

So now, we have relocated in Shelton, Washington, and as an Uber driver, I needed to go to Olympia to get any rides. Because, we obviously needed another challenge, I noticed the brakes were squealing and took it to Les Schwabs. The rotors were cracked.

When I told my roommate (who was in another city helping to take care of her dying father, she told me to park it and not drive it again. Good, now we are in the middle of BF Egypt with only one store of any size, nearby, with no car!!!

Then Things Go South!

The beginning of 2017 didn’t immediately turn for the better (does it ever?). The living situation became unbearable very quickly. Let’s just say, it was a clash of personalities and leave it at that. One thing led to another and we were moving again 2 months later.

Traveling east for another new start

A trip halfway across the country is never ‘fun’, unless you have some pretty ideal circumstances.  We had to fit everything that we needed in the trunk and on the roof of a Mazda 6 (after its many repairs).

We also had 2 large cats and 2 not as large dogs. We did it, fairly trouble free, but I do not recommend it.  And did I mention that it was in the middle of winter!?

The Best and the Worst in 2016

Keep working and you will get through it

I remember around spring of 2016, thinking things were just doing really great! You know it can’t last forever, but you can hope! 2016 contained the best and the worst events that had happened in my life for a while

Sometimes, you wonder if you are really going to get through it…there doesn’t seem to be any way that you can get through it. But you can. Maybe you will do it all by yourself, or with some help, but you will get through it.  One way, or another.

I know that I am not as bad off as a lot of people. I have had my challenges, but I still feel fortunate with my friends and family that I have. Things are getting better. Let me hear from you about challenges you have had and how you got through them.



Starting Out

So, How’s This Thing Work
Creative Commons –

Even when you want to get your voice ‘heard’, it can sometimes be difficult to get your voice to come out of your fingers. You are put on the spot and you freeze. You don’t need crowds to have stage fright!

I have created this other blog to experiment and write, but more casually. This will be a way of talking myself through any issues that I may have and about me and what I think and feel and do.

There are so many things to consider. Which graphics to use? What license? Creative Commons or stock photo? And that’s just the beginning!

The Need to ‘DO’ Something

Most of my life, I have always wanted to be more, but never quite succeeded. When I was getting divorced, I told my future ex that I needed to be more than his wife. More than my kid’s mom. Maybe that makes me a horrible person, or at least, not the perfect mom, but that’s how it is.

In this photograph, I am standing with my two youngest children and two of their cousins. Don’t get my wrong. I love my children and always will. It’s just for me, that wasn’t enough.

Taking Care of Me

Before starting a new leg of your life, you need to ‘reset’ yourself. You need to learn how to be the new you. So, for the first year of my separation, I lost weight, built strength, got a job, and generally rebuilt myself.

Graduated top of my class in AIT (Advanced Individual Training)

After a year, I managed to get divorced and I joined the Army!!! Yes, at 32 years of age, I joined the army, went through Basic Training (oldest one there), school (to become a helicopter mechanic), and became part of the United States Army. It wasn’t easy and I went through various types of trauma in the service, but I don’t regret it. I became a much stronger person thanks to my time in the service. I recommend it to most people.

About two years into my service, I was a specialist on the fast track, and working hard to move forward. My roommate was my best friend and we were both doing very well. Then on April 24, 1995, there was an ‘incident’ and she was gone. She was one of a crew of five and there were no survivors.

1996 Kinda Sucked

At the beginning of 1996, there was an ice storm in Killeen, TX and consequently, I found myself in the hospital with a fractured hip that still pains me. I had to delay my duty station change so that I could be recovered before I moved.

About a month before I moved from Ft. Hood, TX, to Aviano, Italy, my children were out searching for fireworks, when there was a wreck. A drunk driver T-boned the mini-van that my son was in with members of two families, and the driver and my youngest son, Troy, were killed instantly. That was the single hardest event of my life.

After these events that occurred during 1996, I ended up the year by finding myself in a cast. I sprained my ankle badly enough that it needed to be casted. I have never been so glad to see a year ‘go’ in my life.

Getting Out and Moving On

When I joined the service, I planned on making it a career. I wanted to go through and do as much as I could. By the end of my third year in the service, I knew that wasn’t going to happen. I had a bad back, bad shoulder, jacked up ankles, and my heart was broken. I no longer had what it took, so I got out after six years.

I was actually losing weight, just not very fast.

I qualified for assistance to get a Bachelor’s Degree from University of Washington, Tacoma, and did that in five years. However, due to severe depression and stress, I had ballooned (well, maybe not ballooned) up to almost 300 pounds. The last time that I got on the scale, I weighed 270 and I didn’t get on again, until I had got down to 250. I am positive I went higher, before I went lower.

It All Starts Coming Together

In 2014, at the end of the year, I lost my contracted position that I had had for 9 years. The position had become an hourly position and I failed to get my own job. On the face of things, that was a bad thing, but it wasn’t.

I got a temporary job for about a year and a half, and what that did was allow me to concentrate on me again. Like I had in 1993 when I started over again. This allowed me to work on my own time and to allow me to destress from almost 17 years of going with no down time to speak of. And what I did, was lose 70 pounds with that down time!

Through trial and experiment, I figured out what I needed to do to lose weight and be constructive about it. I dug weeds out of the yard, took dogs for walks, dug tree roots out of the ground (that was kinda fun!), and whatever it took to learn about eating properly and getting exercise. And by the beginning of 2016, I was down to 160 pounds! I hadn’t been that since before my son was killed!

And Now?

That root never had a chance!
Rocking 55!

I feel SO good since the weight started coming off. I was learning how to add green smoothies to my life in a way that made it easy to maintain, and I wanted to share what I knew!!!

Towards that, I am starting out with blogs, trying to create a course on how to regain your health with green smoothies, and photography. I am the strength to do this because of green smoothies.

Have any of you persevered against what seemed to be insurmountable odds. While I know that there are a lot of people in this world with it way worse than me, but they certainly seemed impossible at the time! Let me hear from you and hear how you are doing?