I changed My Blog Title and Tagline

This is day two of WordPress’s Blogging University Blogging101. Our assignment was to change the name and tagline to fit the purpose of our individual blogs. I think my blog has evolved over the years from being just a diversion from boredom to becoming a chronicle or legacy of my blip in time.

I might brainstorm a better title and tagline sometime in the future. This is what I have come up with for now.

I looked over some random writings I have done in a notebook the past month or so. I have my own version of a word cloud going on. I will try to make an actual word cloud someday. I have things I wrote while in a deep funk. I wrote daily goals to keep myself on track. Of course shortly after writing they were cast aside. Here are a few nuggets;

“Staying positive is tiring”

“I don’t know why, why I am I not in on the secret” (this is both directly and indirectly related to the concept in the book “The Secret” by Rhonda Byrne)….this I wrote because I feel I was never guided towards a positive, happy, abundance seeking existence…it took me over 50 years to realize I was going the wrong way. I have a hard time explaining what I truly mean by this. I want to guide my son back to his happy self as he was when he was young. I see him as a more extreme version of my former self….I don’t wish that path on anyone. It is self defeating. I hope to make my other two children understand this too. We are not the worker bees, we are the kings and queens.

The pathetic poem I wrote while in the downward ride of my rollercoaster life;

Don’t Live An Empty Lonely Life

Living up to other’s expectations, is the quickest way to push you down.  One minute you hear praise, take a bow, wear a crown. Then life goes on and yours abruptly stops. The cycle repeats, it happens at work, at home, while rolling in the clover, you wake up one day and find your life is half over. Everything you invested did not help you learn, fuck the takers, and take your turn. Help yourself, be selfish, you can’t help others until you help yourself. Tattered clothes, teary eyes, a dog with nails that curve as they grow. [feel] This empty life with no where to go. No one to love, no one to share, no one knows, no one cares. Your personality hidden, too embarrassed, bed ridden.

Here is a list of some of my name change brainstorming…..Brain Blips, Am I There Yet?, The Legacy of _____, From the mythical (rest unfinished)

Here is my brainstorm list of taglines…..In  search of more love using less brains (really lol), Year after year, wish you were here (don’t tell pink floyd), The legacy of my long search yada yada, I am sending vibrations out to the universe (what the hell was I smoking), This is IT! This moment in time, my only chance, Dear Universe

Here is what I did today, some laundry plus made my son put his away. Took the dog to the vet to get her blood test, meds refill and nails clipped. It is her gotcha day tomorrow, we have loved her for 8 years, so she is at least 9 years old. I think I will give her canned pumpkin for a treat. I gave Luna some coconut oil, to see if her skin bumps would go away…she did not eat it yet, so tomorrow I will melt it and drizzle on her food. I spent some time reading other bloggers posts, and liking and subscribing their blogs. I spilled some sauce eating dinner on the new shirt my sister gave me for Christmas. This is why I don’t have good stuff…lol. I made what I called double chalupas with spinach and cheddar and salsa. They were yummy, but messy even with two tortillas. I just made up the name chalupa or stole it from Taco Bell….mine have low sodium. except for the cheese and zero meat.

 

“who I am and why I’m here”

My first assignment for blogging 101,  I am hopefully going to learn how to do this best finally.

First of all I am here in blogland to share my story of recovering from a stroke. I had three strokes by the time I was 47. The last one left me paralyzed and numb on one side, and a whole lot of messed up cognition issues that screw with a “normal” life but are not measured or even of interest to doctors (none that I have seen). I don’t want to be known solely as a pitiful disabled person that sometimes wets her pants. My mind still has clarity of many things, I still yearn to live the life I want and believe I was made for.

I have been a single parent on and off for almost 8 years. I am still searching for my soulmate. I share tales of my life as a grandmother, mother to a depressed teen, struggles of living on social security, my quest to be in tune with the Universe, my selling of vintage items, my attempts at humor and poetry, my gardening with one hand, cooking and baking low sodium foods, and more everyday life.

I signed up for blogging101 because I felt the need to take my blog up several notches. I need new ideas, constant reminders to keep it positive, and most of all I need technical help in inserting (that’s what she said…lol) and linking. Until I started blogging, all my writing was old school pen and paper with scribbled notes in the margins, scratched out lines, circled words and renumbering paragraphs. After all the physical effort the paper ended up in the trash or recycled, because they were either for a class I took or letters to former one sided loves. My thoughts stored perpetually in cyberspace might be the only legacy of mine that live on beyond my time on earth.

I went out again!

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I went to play pool, instead of dancing. I had a good time, then we went out to eat afterwards. I am sure I will be swelling up from the overabundance of sodium. I will stay home and detox for a few days. I need to rest up too.

I met a woman that had a stroke and did not know it for 8 years. We swapped stories of how we could not read and other deficits. She does not have any physical deficits except for balance issues and her foot turning in. I told her there was another stroke survivor in our group as well. I also listened to a women talk about going to school to be a life coach. She told part of her story of her low point in life and why she wanted to be a life coach.

In all there were 13 – 18 single people over 40 that came out to either eat or play pool. Driving home I thought about why so many people are still single. It is a great group, a good way not to stay home alone.

Happy New Year 2016!

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Another old, bad blurry pic.

My legs are sore from dancing. That is a good, positive thing. It means I did not stay home and hide out. I went out, I danced badly but happy to be alive and able to stand upright. Several people told me to smile, which I basically tried to ignore. They have no idea how happy I was on the inside.

While I was pulling into the parking lot, I almost drove straight into the ditch by miscalculating which side of the marker the entrance was on. I was scared for a second, then very glad I avoided that mistake. People stay home on New Years Eve for many reasons. In the future, the only reason I will stay home is to host my own party. I hope to go out as many times as I can this year to dance and have fun.

As I was getting my son pizza before I left, the guy at the pizza shop commented on how my son was so quiet when he came in. He said he always tried to get him to say hello at least. I talked to my son about this when I got home. I hope he does not grow up as shy and socially inept as me.