General bewilderment

These people in the general bewilderment lane are doing it right. One of the things that annoy me about pool swimming is the walkers. The walkers don’t need a full lane each. Especially when they are chatting with their friends in the next lanes. All walkers can go in the same lane, so the swimmers can actually swim without going around the obstacles.

Pool on the cruise

Those of you who know me well will be surprised that I spent zero time at the pool. We didn’t even sit on a lounge chair. I did, however, spend time in the water in Cabo San Lucas. My daughter’s got those photos. I didn’t bring my goggles so I didn’t full on swim. I had to check out the buoys on the edge of the swimming area, though. I made some people nervous doing that, though. They weren’t even as far out as the buoy line at Aquatic park, though. Plus it was much warmer and clearer. I could see plants and fish. I body surfed back to shore, so it wasn’t a strenuous swim by any stretch of the imagination.

I did briefly consider asking the water temperature every morning the captain announced the stats. With the air temp being what it was, I can only image that the water at sea was chillier than I’m used to

My Christmas

I have had several Christmas get togethers already. The people giving the gifts knew me well, for the most part.

My uncle gave me a major hint about what to get him for Christmas, which was much appreciated. I received a Starbucks card from him.

My manager at work handed me a Fandango gift card and declared me the most impossible person to buy for. My coworkers stepped up to my rescue and told her she just doesn’t listen to me. That was great.

I had a friend give me a book that was on my to be read book. She already read it, so she gifted it to me because the book exchange she was going to required only new books over $15. She decided she wasn’t going to the exchange. I benefited.

Another friend pulled my name for the stocking exchange. I received a book mark, Giants, swimming, and Tinkerbell items, along with other things.

My kids gave me stuff for my upcoming trip and pjs for the family party last night.

My parents gave me a bottle of wine, a book seat (I’ll blog about that later), a couple of books, and chocolate. I also got a couple of Tinkerbell towels and more pjs. Mom couldn’t figure out how to gift ebooks, so I didn’t receive them from my parents.

This year, the gifts were well thought out. I feel like I was slacking on giving, but I did ok with the giving. It’s just that all the gatherings are spread out this year, so the gifts went over several paychecks.

I received snuggles from my nap buddy and was acknowledged by Mini. I was also allowed a three hour nap. So I got lovely gifts from the felines.

Merry Christmas, everyone!

My story telling style

A friend of mine posted this. It definitely describes my story telling style. Only, instead of getting to the point, I forget what the point was for several minutes.

It’s not so evident when I write, because I have time to go back and add the tangential stories, and when I forget the point, I just don’t post it until I remember what I was getting at. If I have people ask me questions about my story, I can go back and edit.

The ADHD is why I’m all over the place. Story telling. Gym time to exercise off the crazy. Keeping way too busy to keep from side tracking myself. Making lists so I don’t forget anything.

It’s also a big part of my insomnia. ADHD patients have similar sleep patterns. It’s almost like their brains get side tracked with sleep. “I’ve done this enough. What else is there to do now?” Sleep a couple of hours. Wake up. Attempt to sleep more. Repeat.

I have been asked why I don’t medicate my ADHD if I’m so sure I have it. I have not been officially diagnosed, but I fit every pattern of ADHD patients. I self medicate with coffee to keep the crazy mostly away. I don’t want to go on actual medication because I’ve seen my family members on medication, and know that they have totally different personalities on and off their meds.

I feel strongly that I am who I am. If you don’t like it, you don’t need to be my best friend. I like who I am and don’t want to change it. One of my friends told me “I’d rather be someone’s shot of whiskey than everyone’s cup of tea.” That sums me up perfectly.

Fifteen minutes at a time

I have had people ask me how I get so much reading done. I make time for it. I am not a fast reader, really, but I pick up my book or Kindle whenever I have free moments.

“I could do that if I ignored work, my kids, my spouse, etc.” No. I don’t. I just do my reading in little chunks. Waiting in line. During breaks at work. Waiting for a dental appointment. On the train or bus. All useful quiet time.

I start reading about fifteen minutes before I plan on falling asleep. This actually helps with my insomnia, too. My body knows that if I’m lying down reading, it’s almost sleep time. I used to have hours of awake time at night. Now it’s about fifteen minutes after I start reading. Sometimes less.

I multitask. Read the book on the treadmill. Bring the waterproof Kindle to the pool and hot tub. Run the audiobook in the car.

Another trick I learned us to put on my headphones. When my family sees them on, they know I can’t hear them well. They get my attention if they are addressing me, but if they are talking to each other, they are muffled. This is usually at the point where I’m trying to sleep. I’m not just ignoring them.

The main thing, though is that I turn the TV off and read during the time that I’d normally be watching TV. The TV is a big distraction. I have learned to only watch the few shows a week that I actually enjoy. The rest of my former TV time is spent reading.

Acquiring a Passport, Part 2

My marriage certificate arrived in the mail. Finally. I had a passport appointment for 11/28, but they had a couple of appointments available this week, and next week is a busier week at work, so it made sense to move it up. Plus, it would give me a couple of extra days to ensure that the passport is here on time for my trip.

I got the paperwork and fees together, and went to my appointment after work. I had a tshirt with writing on it, so I intended to change it before the appointment, but I forgot.

I got to the post office and it was empty. It was pouring rain, so I think that kept people away, plus it was the day before Thanksgiving. Other stuff came first, I guess.

I handed over all my paperwork and my driver’s license. Everything was checked. Phew. All in line. Ready to be processed.

I had my photo taken. It didn’t show the writing on my shirt, thankfully. But it’s an awful photo. Definitely me, though. I could have taken it over, but what the heck. Who’s really going to see it?

I was trying to decide if I should get a passport card, too. I found out that I can fly domestically with it, instead of a real ID. I was there, with all my paperwork, so why not?

I paid all my fees and now I wait. In the meantime, we are getting the excursions ready and all the trip lined up. I’m adding to my kindle and deciding if I’m going to bother to bring paper books with me, in case the kindle fizzles. I am waiting impatiently.