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Reflections of a Misfit V2.0

January 22, 2020January 27, 2020Fabulous Forty-ish MisfitLeave a comment

This is not going to be one of my longest posts, but it is going to be one of my proudest šŸ˜€

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This is not going to be one of my longest posts, but it is going to be one of my proudest šŸ˜€

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Ā 

Continue reading →

This is not going to be one of my longest posts, but it is going to be one of my proudest šŸ˜€

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Ā 

Continue reading →

This is not going to be one of my longest posts, but it is going to be one of my proudest šŸ˜€

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Ā 

Continue reading →

This is not going to be one of my longest posts, but it is going to be one of my proudest šŸ˜€

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Ā 

Continue reading →

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Rain, Soup and Handcuffs

January 19, 2020January 27, 2020Fabulous Forty-ish MisfitLeave a comment

Just before the annual arrival of the Northerners to our little town last December, the municipality imposed water restrictions due to continuously lowering dam levels.  For me, it isn’t such a serious thing, because I’m at work during the day and the most water I use is to shower daily Continue reading →

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Weird-Ass Wednesday

January 15, 2020January 27, 2020Fabulous Forty-ish MisfitLeave a comment

Refusing to put the light on because I didn’t want to be alert enough not to be able to resume the glorious slumber I had been enjoying before, I stumbled to the bathroom to well, expel the demon was causing the stomach cramps that had awoken me. Muttering to myself about the wee hours of a Wednesday morning being a crap time for a bowel movement. I heard a kind of scratchy sound, which I attributed to my medication not being completely absorbed into my system.

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Losing my Mind this Monday

January 13, 2020January 27, 2020Fabulous Forty-ish MisfitLeave a comment

It was back to work for me today after a three-week break. It was clearly a good one because even though I didn’t go away, I relaxed so much that when I had to login to my PC, I stared at the keyboard in utter horror. I called our IT administrator and told him it’s that awkward moment when you’ve come back to work and can’t remember your password. He laughed, stating my holiday was definitely too long.

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This is so ridiculously funny, yet so accurate at the same time! šŸ˜€
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Lucky Number One-Oh-Seven…He’s Funny Too!

April 26, 2019April 26, 2019Fabulous Forty-ish Misfit3 Comments

I love waking up to emails that say xxx liked your blog, or yyy is now following your blog.Ā  There is a sense of accomplishment in it.Ā  If you want to follow my blog, please do.Ā  Or dont.Ā  But please share my posts, if you think they’re worthy.

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This morning I woke up to find out that a blogger called Tony Self of is now following my blog.Ā  That brings the total number of strangers reading the Reflections of this Misfit to 107.Ā  Yay! *Awkward happy dance that resembles a frog in a blender*Ā 

In just a few of his posts that I read, I was laughing like I haven’t in a long time, because on some levels I can totally identify with the conversations his Conscious and Subconscious have.Ā  If you’re looking for some good old-fashioned best medicine, pop over to his blog, The Self-Talk Show

Wishing you all a happy, safe, fun weekend!

 

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It was Leg Day Yesterday

April 12, 2019April 12, 2019Fabulous Forty-ish MisfitLeave a comment

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I am foregoing my workout today – I am so stiff, even going to pee is a challenge! Okay, so that may be TMI, sorry.

Have a great weekend, everyone!

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Gracious Old Soul

April 11, 2019April 11, 2019Fabulous Forty-ish Misfit1 Comment

I have a few photos on my fridge; Happy Memories – Carmen & Ewan’s wedding invitation, Mary and Martin’s too. Sandra in her bikini on the one day years ago in December that I ventured out to the waterpark with her (and learning that I’m not as young as I thought I was!), Jack and I when I still had my braces (at 28!), an outing to a local wildlife ranch ages ago with The Bean and Aunty Carol one Mother’s Day (when The Toppie was still working); Lesley was with us that day, having lost her mother shortly before, so there is a photo of the two of us too, and another photo of Charlie and I, taken last year at the same place.Ā  There are photos too of Aunty Carol, Uncle Barry, The Toppie, The Bean and I taken while we waited to board a passenger liner for a holiday, one of Elizabeth and her two sisters taken at Lesley’s wedding (which was on my 33rd birthday), Emma, Nathan and I at his 40th, and one of my precious little Mouse (which is the nickname I have given to my beautiful godchild, Lily-Rose).

Now, I see these photos every day, but honestly, I don’t notice them anymore. Except this morning I did, and my Mouse’s smiling face transported me back to the day she was christened, December 10th, 2017 – and the message the minister gave that day:Ā  What’s in a Name?Ā  Your Name…

I’ve thought a while about putting my real name here, and for the sake of this entry being authentic, I’ve decided to do so.

Hello World, my name is Priscilla Anne.Ā  If The Bean had had her way I would have been Avril.

I never liked my name, until I realized that its meaning is spot on – Priscilla means ā€œOf Olden Timesā€ and Anne means ā€œGraceā€.Ā  Avril means ā€œOpening buds of Spring; born in Aprilā€.Ā  The Bean sent my biological father (aka The Sperm Donor) to register me, and he came back telling her, ā€œher name’s Priscilla Anneā€.Ā  For the record I was born in September, on the Equinox, so Avril clearly was never meant to be, although I doubt The Sperm Donor had the savvy to research any name meanings.Ā Ā  Avril though to me is worse, because in my warped mind I hear a tinny-airport-announcer-intercom-voice saying, “Ladies and gentlemen, please fasten your seatbelts as we prepare our descent.Ā  Thank you for flying Avril airlines.

When I decided to start this blog years ago, Reflections of a Misfit just popped into my head and it stuck.Ā  I still have difficulty sometimes accepting that people see me differently (and I mean that in the most positive sense) than I do when I see my reflection in the mirror.Ā  I’m the piece of the puzzle that doesn’t quite fit, quite literally a Misfit, but my given names are perfectly suited to the person I am – I am an Old Soul, who has Grace with everyone, often at the expense of myself (but I’m working on that as part of my therapy).

Thinking back to Lily-Rose’s christening, the reading was Isaiah 43:1.

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The minister explained that each of us have a name (some of us even the same one), but that our given names have meaning and speak to who we are, and that God knew what our names would be, long before our parents even knew of our existence, referring to Jeremiah 1:5.

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Today when I looked at how happy little Mouse is in the photo on my fridge, it stirred something within me, and that is that this Gracious Old Soul is loved and cared for, not only by the earthly angels that I am surrounded by, but by God too.

There’s comfort in that šŸ™‚

 

 

 

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Crazy, Dumb Belle?

April 9, 2019April 10, 2019Fabulous Forty-ish Misfit1 Comment

I’m starting to feel a bit like a Dumb Belle because it’s been ages since I’ve even held a dumbbell, but I’ve got to start somewhere again, right?

In the words of Alanis Morrisette, Isn’t it Ironic?Ā  I haven’t had (well, I still don’t) an appetite for almost six weeks, yet I’m craving sugar. In the form of cake.Ā  Cheesecake, to be specific. Ā And carrots – not in a cake, but not raw either. And leeks, so much so that I went to buy some yesterday. And a pepper steak pie – a borderline-food-poisoning-garage-pie.Ā  And no, I’m not pregnant. What I am, is tired.Ā  It’s a damn catch-22 situation because if I drink a full dose of the sleeping tablets the psychiatrist prescribed, I sleep for a good eight hours, but wake up tired because the meds have not entirely worked out of my system and if I drink half, I wake up between three and four AM regardless of what time I lay my head down and fall asleep to the beat of my heart thudding in my ears.

In an attempt to entice some kind of hunger for food within me, I’m going back to the gym, under the watchful eye of my friend (and personal trainer), Steve.Ā  I have my first session with him tonight, in thirty minutes in fact.

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If I don’t post something, even a one-liner, tomorrow, check the local papers for my obituary.Ā  I imagine the headline will read something like Crazy Woman Cardios Herself into Cardiac Arrest with the byline Heavenly Heartrate Reached.

Besides the possibility that I’ll want to fill my stomach with more than just rooibos tea, I’m hoping that physically exhausting myself will allow me to sleep through without the daily aid of the sleeping tablets and that I’ll wake up feeling normal (whatever that is). I’m still a far cry from bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, but I’ll get there.

Wish me luck!

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