No doubt about it – I was born too soon

I have always felt that I was born to the wrong generation. There are opportunities available to women today that were simply not available to me when I was young enough to take advantage of them to pursue the career I wanted. Women of following generations have so many more opportunities available, and I am glad for them. Sometimes it is hard to not resent the fact that I was prevented from following my dreams at every turn. I can only hope there really is reincarnation, so that maybe in my next life I will be able to do the things I was prevented from doing in this lifetime.

I love this video! I hope you enjoy it too!

First Aid in the Home

First Aid at home
First Aid at home

Why did the blonde move house?

Because she heard that most accidents happen within three miles of your house.

Sadly, it’s true – most personal accidents do happen within three miles of your own home, if not inside the walls themselves. Please excuse the blonde joke.

Our homes are where we spend the majority of our time, so it seems only logical that’s where the accidents and incidents happen – are you prepared if something happens to you, or your loved ones?

If you aren’t, something happens and you’re in need of a second opinion on a case you’ve found yourself in – try the people over at SOS Claims, it’s their job to reassure you and set your mind at ease.

To keep you safest in your home, it’s best to have a basic knowledge of first aid and medical know-how.

Pills, pills, pills.

If you keep paracetamol, ibuprofen or any other pills in your house make sure that you keep them out of sunlight and away from any perishables. Also – keep them in the blister-pack until you need them – the air reacts with the outside and this can make them ineffective and dangerous, depending on their shelf-life.

Medicine Cabinet.

I’m not suggesting you go out and rack up a million Boots points on stocking up your medicine cabinet, but I would suggest keeping the basics stocked up. Make it personal; if you’re an avid baker or general chef – make sure you’ve got a burns kit, if you’ve got children – keep children’s aspirin or Calpol handy.

Cuts, Scrapes, Slashes.

Cutting yourself is one of the most common accidents within the home. If you have cut yourself badly; apply pressure with anything that’s clean and absorbent. Raise, if you can, the limb above your heart – if this means sitting down and putting your legs up then do it. Use your judgement, if you’ve ever been cut this badly before, think about what you need – if not, analyse the situation and ask someone for help. If needed they can drive you to a hospital for stitches. In terms of cuts, I would say it’s better to be safe than sorry – go to the hospital and have them take a look at it for you, it’ll be their call if stitches/glue or further repairs are needed.

Head Injuries.

I feel we are all reasonably good at assessing our own head injuries particularly well. Only you will know how hard you hit your head, if you’ve hit your head like that before and how much it hurts. If you are worried – sit down, have a glass of water. If needs be, work through this handy easy-to-remember guide. (The 5 S’s)

  • Sleep
  • If you feel faint or like you’re losing consciousness – call someone, or ask someone to call you an ambulance.

  • Seizures

If you’re suffering from seizures an ambulance is non-negotiable.

  • Speaking

If you’re having trouble speaking, try and calm down. Breathe and try again. If this doesn’t seem to help, call help.

  • Senses

If your vision is blurred, speech slurred or you experience loss of hearing, call help.

  • Sick

Vomiting is a common sign of concussion, but don’t panic. Just call for help.

A Peek Into My Grandmother’s Life

Yesterday my mother was visiting with me, and she brought photos and memoirs from her mother’s life to share with me. She left them with me to scan, and share with my other family members that might find them interesting. I have already shared some of them privately with the family members that I feel would be interested, but there is more to be looked at, and considered.

Among the items she left are three very old (circa 1920’s) autograph books. Apparently back then it was the custom for girls to ask friends, neighbors, relatives, to write in their autograph books. They have not been stored in archival circumstances, so they are falling apart. They need to be handled with great delicacy and care. Looking through the books, many of the pages are simply the autograph of someone, an address, and a date. Some autographs, however, included little sayings, or expressed wishes and blessings.

By far one of my favorite ones I have seen is this one that I am sharing with you here today. When I read it, I laughed a good, loud, belly laugh. I quickly decided to share it here, on my blog. Maybe someone else “out there” in the blog-o-sphere will read it someday and enjoy it, too. And I will admit that I probably “represent that remark” to some extent.

(Off topic rant: I find that when I am with other people who I rarely have the opportunity to talk for one complete sentence before someone decides that what they think I am going to say is objectionable, and they interrupt me. I usually don’t get the chance to ever finish my sentence. After a few noble but valiant attempts to clarify what I was trying to say, I give up talking at all. Apparently most of the people don’t care what I think or feel, and don’t want to speak “with” me; they want to speak “to” me.

Because of that situation, some people in my life have no idea at all what I think, feel, or know. That is probably one reason I am a writer and a blogger. At least no one is interrupting me and I can complete a thought somewhere, even if nobody else ever reads it. I know that very few people will ever read what I am writing, and know what it is I’m trying to say, or even care, but maybe someone “out there” might read it and realize that I’m not the total jerk that I have been made out to be by certain people. Of course that might not happen until I’m dead and gone, but maybe it will happen some day. One can hope…)

When I am asked specific questions, I sometimes share “news” that I have heard by listening to people when they talk.

But I digress…. Here is a photo of the page that brought rare laughter to my lips earlier today. I hope it brings a smile to yours as well!

Page from autograph book June 11 1926 Ruth Conroy
Page from autograph book June 11 1926 Ruth Conroy

If you can’t read it (for whatever reason) it says:

“When you tell a man something it goes in one ear and out the other. When you tell a woman something it goes in both ears and out her mouth.” And it is signed Ruth Conroy, dated June 11, 1926 (I think.)

Easter Crafting

Decoupage Easter Eggs
Decoupage Easter Eggs
I don’t know what it is about spring that excites me about crafting with an Easter theme. I’ve never, ever, liked the smell of vinegar, so I have always hated the traditional Easter egg decorating.

Memories of my loving grandparents trying to get my siblings and me excited about dipping hard-boiled eggs into those little bowls of dye that smelled like vinegar make me cringe. They were kind, and patient, but I was not. After all, I did not like the smell of vinegar, and I did not like eating hard-boiled eggs.

Just the thought of eating something that I didn’t like in the first place, after ruining the pieces of art I was creating after suffering the offensive vinegar smell was just horrific to me! I’m sorry to admit that I was probably a pain in the neck during those times of decorating those Easter eggs!

But I guess that with the eruption of spring flowers, the urge to create spring-related, and Easter-related things gets to me. I try hard to resist, but now and then I succumb to the urge.

A few years ago I was watching a crafting television show on HGTV, and one of the topics was decoupaging Easter eggs. The show inspired me to try my hand at decoupage, and I had all of the supplies that I needed – some old plastic Easter Eggs, some glue, and some pretty, floral wrapping paper. The photo at the top of this page is a sample of some of the results, and I have to admit that I was pleased enough that these are displayed in a glass case all year-long in the foyer of my home.

I just found a YouTube video that demonstrates a similar technique to do what I did, although it is not exactly the same. I’ll admit that I really like the idea of decoupaging the half-eggs, and then filling the eggs with something special, but that is not what I had done. I simply decoupaged the entire egg so that it will never open. I am feeling inspired, though, to do what this video is demonstrating! And adding ribbons around the outside of the egg certainly makes it egg-stra special (pun intended.) I’m just not sure when I’ll have the time to actually DO this.

I will consider taking advantage of the after-Easter clearance sales to pick up some plastic eggs and put them in my craft-room storage closet for when I WILL have time, on a day when my hands don’t hurt too much to take on a crafting project.