Terrie’s New Adventure

Howdy, everybody! Just wanted to let you know that Jesus told cowgirl Terrie Lynn that He was comin’ to git ‘er  ’cause He needed some cowgirls to help with them horsies up in Heaven.  Yep, that’s right, folks.  After wrangling with cancer fer just less than a year, Terrie hanged up her cowboy hat, dropped ’er rope and chaps, and followed Him into a new painless life with Jesus in we call Heaven.

Terrie’s love fer them horsies began at the tender age of two when she climbed up the corral fence and hopped right on top a growed up horsie! Nope, that ain’t no joke, folks.  She was obsessed with chickens and has had quite a few pet hens and roosters — had names for them, too.

Terrie graduated from Windsor High School and was a member of the Windsor Wizard swim team. She was also a wizard at diving.  In fact, folks, she was number one in the entire league!  Yep, a Welco Champion Diver!

After she dried her hair, she went to work for Hewlett-Packard fer a few years, and then was an official newspaper girl for the Denver Post. After throwin’ them newspapers for ‘bout 30 years, she called it quits ‘cause her arm was gettin’ tired.

In addition to being a cowgirl, she was also an adventure girl, a funny girl and a handy-whoaaa-man, homebuilder, and remodeler!  Yep, she was in the process of renovating her entire house with a really kewl, old-time western theme.  Stepping into her house was like walking into a saloon in a John Wayne movie.

She is survived by her father, mother, brother, and sister — me.   Also surviving are her son and daughter–in-law, another son, and daughter.

She is also survived by several aunts on both sides of her family.  This list wouldn’t be complete if we didn’t include her beloved hearing dog, Dakota, and pet chickens Lulu, BeBob, Starbucks, and Sassy.

She is preceded in death by numerous uncles on both sides of her family.  Also preceding her is her hearing dog, Socks, and dogs, Brandy and Dewey.  We can’t ferget about them pet chickens, Betty White, Red, and Peep-Peep, plus them crowing roosters, Lucky and Taco. (That dang Taco was so mean to me an’ chased me all over the place.)

We put on our cowboy boots and hats and sent her off on her new adventure by “hearsey and wagon” to be with Jesus. Giddy up, Cowgirl!  Yee-haw!

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*sigh*

So…I just got home from a WordPress 101 class at the library, and I’m trying to apply what I learned to my blahg.

I’m so totally not a tekkie person and often go in circles, banging my head along the way.   (No wonder I’m so dizzy.)   All things considered, I think I’ve done an okay job so far.

Just so you know, I never intended this site to be called, “It’s just so…um…blahg!” It was just supposed to be a stopgap while I familiarized myself with WordPress, preferably in private. But the learning curve didn’t allow everything — mistakes, that is — to be done privately.

My real blog is totally different, complemented with my very own homemade artwork! I’m not an artist, WordPressers,  but I actually think it looks pretty good for a non-artist.  Yeah, I surprised myself.

I’m in the process of copyrighting the real blog.  In the meantime, I’m working on this one, getting a feel for it, making mistakes, all while listening to Quiet Riot, quietly, and “banging my head.”

I just tried to connect this site to Path. Has anyone ever heard of Path?

Me neither.

Evidently, it’s another blog site.  First I had to create an account. Its front page is really pretty and animated.  After that…well…I don’t know.  It was quite lonely over there.  I mean there was nobody there.  Nobody to follow.  Nobody to help me.  You’d think with a name like “Path,” there’d be a “Pathfinder” feature to help find…someone!  But no.

So, I came back over here to and wrote this just to see what happens on Path since we’re now connected.

Ciao for now…

Aviator

Plane

Here I am by my plane, I mean, someone’s plane.

Here’s something I’ll bet ya never knew about me:  I always wanted to be a pilot.  Of course, I’d never get a pilot’s license because of my vestibular problem. But one can dream, right? Yeah, I’ve always been fascinated with airplanes.

WELCO CHAMPION DIVER

Winning Diver1In June of 2016, my deaf sister, Terrie, was diagnosed with anal cancer, what Farrah Fawcett died from, along with a tumor in her buttock.  

Ater months of debilitating radiation and two rounds chemotherapy,  the tumor in the anal area was annihilated, but the one in her buttock just kept getting bigger, which caused her excruciating pain.

 

Winning Diver2It very quickly spread to the liver and other organs.  Her surgeon said he’d never seen such aggressive cancer.  She passed away in February 2017.

Terrie’s deafness never prevented her from doing anything.  Nothing stopped her. Nothing! Her love for swimming began at a very early age — around a year old.

She was strong and fearless.  She spent her elementary and middle school years at the Lab School for the Deaf, which was part of the University School District in Greeley, Colorado.

When Terrie was about ten years old, there was a student teacher named Norris (not his real name) who wanted to learn more about the deaf culture and American Sign Language (ASL).

Winning Diver3He took a liking to Terrie because of her red hair, big blue eyes, and outgoing personality.  He requested my mother’s permission to do various activities with her, which, of course, included Terrie’s favorite pastime — swimming!

At the local swimming pool, it was he who told her to get up on the high diving board and do a back flip.  “Just lay back,” he said.  She did as instructed, thus, discovering her new love for diving.

Terrie excelled as a swimmer and was a diver for the Windsor Wizards swim team.  Not only was she the Welco Champion, number one in our league, but she also qualified for state every year.

Winning Diver4Above are some pictures and quotes straight from the yearbooks.  The second picture is from the local newspaper.

Her love for swimming and diving continued for many years until cancer would rob her ability to live a full and active life.

I might add that, according to what I’ve been told, Terrie was the first deaf person to be mainstreamed into the Windsor School District, setting a precedent for the disabled.   With the aid of an interpreter and tutor, she graduated with the class of 1979.

Dive from the highest diving board in heaven, Terrie!

All About Me!

Welcome to “It’s just so…um…blahg!.”  I’m new at this and still learning, so have patience.

Just a little bit about me…

I grew up in what used to be the small town of Windsor in colorful Colorado. (It has since then grown considerably.) I got my Bachelor’s in Journalism from Colorado State University. However, being hard of hearing since birth, I soon realized I wasn’t cut out to be a journalist since it is of utmost importance to “get the facts straight.” Did I waste my degree? No, not really, although in retrospect, I probably should’ve worked on a Creative Writing degree. Oh, well.  After graduation, I headed to Tuscon, Arizona and got a job in an advertising agency as Media Assistant.

After I was laid off, I moved to Burbank, California and got a job in the music licensing industry at Warner Music Group. After 11 years listening to our music synchronized in movies and television, I decided I needed to follow my creative aspiration. But after 911, I decided to move back to Colorado.

Although I miss my beloved Burbank, my home resides in Colorado. I discovered my passion for writing in a very unusual manner — while I was studying “The Idiot’s Guide to Learning Spanish.” Really. Honestly. The book gave little tidbits on what not to say when speaking to a Spanish-speaking person. That’s when I began thinking, “Wouldn’t it be funny if [insert something embarrassing].” After I said, “Wouldn’t it be funny if…?” enough times, a relative said, “Shouldn’t you be writing this down?”

So I bought a book on screenwriting and began writing. When I was done, I gave myself a pat on the back…and then I thought, I’d better read another book. After reading a second book, I realized my story needed revising. After I revised it I gave myself two thumbs up, and then thought, I’d better read another book. After reading “How Not to Write a Screenplay, I realized my story was in dire need of major revision. Satisfied with my third revision, I thought, Now this is ready, and then, I’d better read another book. Sixteen screenwriting books later, I finally felt I had a grasp of the art of storytelling — character arc, conflicts, growth, action, etc.

When I’m not writing, I’m usually daydreaming about what to write next.  Eventually, I plan to have my own website with stories you might like. It’s still in the daydreaming phase, so more on that later…

When I’m not doing those things, I’m learning Spanish, Italian, French, Portuguese, and American Sign Language.  I like to sing…but you’d kick me out of Karaoke. (The boyfriend wears earplugs.)  If you want to be friends with me on Facebook, I’m Zanna Shirmana.

Ciao for now…

I’m back again…for now

Well, I’ve been feeling better the last few weeks, so I thought I’d work on WordPress.

This round of dizziness/oscillopsia/vertigo has been going on for a year and eight months. The world shakes to some degree…every single day. I’ve had bad days and better days, but never good days. Some days I’m able to grin and bear it, other days it debilitates me.

I can’t upload a video because I don’t have a premium plan, but if you go to Youtube and search oscillopsia, you can see a one-minute video of what I go through every day.

To others, I look just fine, but inside I’m miserable; my head hurts. It’s hard to describe. It’s not a headache. The only way to describe it is intense pressure, like my head is closing in on me.

So I’m asking you, my loyal followers — that’s like, what two? Two followers? — to welcome me back…again.  Get out and enjoy the beautiful weather. 🙂

Crazy Colorado weather

It’s snowing again here in crazy Colorado.  Will my flowers ever bloom? Crazy.

snowing

Late-spring snow here in crazy Colorado.