Thursday, November 12, 2009
Sunday, November 8, 2009
WOW.......
I weighed myself this morning and to my surprise I weigh 238 pounds. That's 17 pounds down from 255. YES!!!!!!! I'm on my way. I'm sick though. I have a bad cold and flu bug. My throat is killing me and I have a congested cough. YUCK!!!!
Gonna go lay down. I feel like crap. Have a great Sunday reader.
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xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo
PS: I dreamed that AFI played right in my back yard last night. Everyone came out to see them. People where on the roof, in trees, all over and I had the best band in the world performing in MY backyard. I wish dreams came true. If you are reading this Shy Boys Win, Hint-Hint, hahahahahahaha, lol. Come to Long Beach when you are done touring okay!!!! Bring the rest of the band or just you could come alone and just play for us, that would be a dream come true as well!!!!!
Gonna go lay down. I feel like crap. Have a great Sunday reader.
=)
xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo
PS: I dreamed that AFI played right in my back yard last night. Everyone came out to see them. People where on the roof, in trees, all over and I had the best band in the world performing in MY backyard. I wish dreams came true. If you are reading this Shy Boys Win, Hint-Hint, hahahahahahaha, lol. Come to Long Beach when you are done touring okay!!!! Bring the rest of the band or just you could come alone and just play for us, that would be a dream come true as well!!!!!
Monday, November 2, 2009
Down 12.5 pounds....
I was down 15 pounds but I gained 3 1/2 pounds to make it 12 1/2 pounds down from where I started 3 months ago. I have been losing 4lbs a month. I think it was all the candy & boysenberry pie I ate over the Halloween weekend. I love free Halloween candy. We went out to Polly's Pies on Saturday and they were having a pie special, any whole pie for only $4.99. So instead of just getting individual slices of pie, which would of been like $3.00 a slice, we got a whole Boysenberry pie and I had one piece on Saturday and one on Sunday. I have been trying to cut back on eating meat because I do believe in the cruelity to animals cause. I think that the liquid diet was making me sick. My body needed much more calories and stuff to function. My back is feeling good today and I am back to detoxing from my meds. Turns out I don't have any health insurance right now so my appointment on Friday was officially cancelled. Oh well, right now I am doing good. That's all I can ask for.
I was cleaning out my e-mail inbox and I found this Eulogy written by my husband's nephew Michael. He wrote it and read it at the funeral and I would like to share it with all of you Readers, if there are any, lol. Here it is....ENJOY!!!!!!
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There is a quote that says “Seeing death as the end of life is like seeing the horizon as the end of the ocean.”We must not think of death as the end, but merely as an entrance to a place that is unknown to human beings. Death is the beginning of a separate journey and a new kind of life.
James Edward Ludwig was born on October 16, 1962 in San Pedro to Richard and Mary Ludwig. He weighed in at a hefty 11 pounds 3 ounces and left us a couple of biscuits shy of 3 bills. Jim attended Holy Trinity Elementary School and thereafter matriculated to Mary Star High School were he graduated in 1981. Once he completed his education, Uncle Jim decided that he wanted to enter law enforcement and follow his desires as he entered the Rio Hondo Police Academy. On December 17, 1984, he was hired by the Huntington Park Police Department where he served the community for several years before retiring due to an injury. As soon as he could, Jim put himself back to work and did some office and computer wiring with his brother-in-law, and for a short time did some work for Dr. Dre before all of his medical problems surfaced at which point he concentrated on his family. Uncle Jim passed away early on New Year’s Day and is survived by his devoted wife, Melissa, who gave her time unconditionally; his three children, Lindsey, James Jr, and Brandon; and his step-daughter, Natalie.
Uncle Jim was never a quitter: He struggled hard in school, in the police academy, and just struggled hard in life. His life was no cup of tea, as many of you well know. He had many operations, he spend a lot of time in and out of hospitals. Actually, he had little enjoyment of life except for the love of his family. He had twenty years of suffering with different ailments and it was always something that doctors never heard of or diseases that no body ever knew about. But, he always came up smiling. His word to my grandmother since she has become ill were “Mom, just keep up the good work and do it one day at a time because all we have is today. We don’t know about tomorrow and yesterday is too late to count.”
Uncle Jim worked very hard when he was young as far as schoolwork and football--he worked hard for his coach and his team. He was always a fighter. He was small, but no matter how big someone else was, he was out there fighting and ready to take on the world, whoever it might be--whether it was his brothers, or his grandfather--but he dare not take on Meema or Papa Lud because he knew what he would have coming to him if he disrespected them. While school work never came easy, his work as a police officer made the entire family proud.
There is no better way to celebrate someone’s life than to share stories that bring a smile to your face So I will tell you a few stories about Uncle Jim:
Uncle Jim and his brother John were really hungry one night (any surprise there?) and they wanted to get a bite to eat at Jack in the Box. Unbeknownst to them, the employees at the restaurant were students at San Pedro High School and refused to serve these two strapping Mary Star Stars. They told Jim and John to “ go get your bigger brother Richard if you think you can do something and then we might serve you.” So they came home and got Uncle Richard (who was glad to help intimidate as it further fueled his ego), and headed over to Jack in the Box and as Uncle Richard so eloquently put it, “We tore the Jack in the Box apart!” One of the employees came out with a baseball bat in an attempt to blindside Uncle Richard, but he ended up knocking the employee out. But the story ended happily, as they were all able to get their jumbo jack’s.
Jim was always a little bit of a rebel, and he always did his own thing, but that was Jim, and the family always understood that. They accepted him for that, and that was one of the things that made him special.
Meema Ludwig’s dad, Papa Ogle, was at the house for about two years. The doctor told him that if he wanted to stay around for a long time, he needed to be stimulated. And there was never a lack of stimulation in the Ludwig household, especially with uncle Jim around. Because Papa was blind with glaucoma, the boys used to play tricks on him.
Everyday, Papa Ogle would get his tea cup out, put in the tea bag, and stir it up, waiting to drink it. As he would try to slurp the tea off the spoon, unbeknownst to him, Uncle Jim had already blown it off the spoon. Papa Ogle would put an empty spoon in his mouth time after time after time. When Papa Ogle finally had enough, he would tell Jim, “That’s it, we’re going at it tonight..Mary! Move the furniture cause I’m gonna kick Jim’s butt tonight!”
Another time, Uncle Richard was taking Papa Ogle to the shower to get him cleaned off. So Uncle Rich got Papa out of bed, and was walking behind him, and Papa thought Rich was Jim. Because of that, he tried to punch Uncle Rich in the area of a male where the sun don’t shine. Uncle Rich said to him “What do you think you’re doing Pops?!” to which he replied “Oh sorry, I thought you were Jim.”
That was the kind of relationship Jim had with almost every member of the family at one point or another.
Uncle Jim loved his 55 Chevy which was a pile of junk when he bought it for 500 dollars. He spent every penny he earned on that car and painted it a slick metallic blue. Because of this, Jim had to race everyone in town to show them that he had a hot rod. Wednesday night was cruise night on western and he was always pulled over by the sheriffs for one reason or another--whether it was tinted windows, or too shiny of a bumper (By the way, Papa Lud didn’t know anything about these encounters with the police). But as soon as he paid the ticket, he put something else on the 55. So Meemer was so glad when the car got stolen so she didn’t have to rescue him in the middle of the night.
There will be no need to save Uncle Jim anymore because he is resting peacefully now, for the first time in a long time. I wear this yellow LIVESTRONG bracelet everyday not only to show my support for those who are fighting cancer, but because it is a daily reminder to me that I need to LIVESTRONG. I must live my life to it fullest, and be thankful for each day, because I do not know what the next day hold. Uncle Jim Live Strong. He lived his life as best as he could. He worked hard, he fought hard, and he loved his family endlessly. The same should go for all of you. Do not take this day for granted because you never know when it will be your last.
At this time, on behalf of my grandparents, mother, and uncles, I would like to thank all of you for your generosity and thoughtfulness through you cards, flowers, and food. Thank you all so much, we are truly blessed to have friends like all of you.
I was cleaning out my e-mail inbox and I found this Eulogy written by my husband's nephew Michael. He wrote it and read it at the funeral and I would like to share it with all of you Readers, if there are any, lol. Here it is....ENJOY!!!!!!
*********************************************************************************
There is a quote that says “Seeing death as the end of life is like seeing the horizon as the end of the ocean.”We must not think of death as the end, but merely as an entrance to a place that is unknown to human beings. Death is the beginning of a separate journey and a new kind of life.
James Edward Ludwig was born on October 16, 1962 in San Pedro to Richard and Mary Ludwig. He weighed in at a hefty 11 pounds 3 ounces and left us a couple of biscuits shy of 3 bills. Jim attended Holy Trinity Elementary School and thereafter matriculated to Mary Star High School were he graduated in 1981. Once he completed his education, Uncle Jim decided that he wanted to enter law enforcement and follow his desires as he entered the Rio Hondo Police Academy. On December 17, 1984, he was hired by the Huntington Park Police Department where he served the community for several years before retiring due to an injury. As soon as he could, Jim put himself back to work and did some office and computer wiring with his brother-in-law, and for a short time did some work for Dr. Dre before all of his medical problems surfaced at which point he concentrated on his family. Uncle Jim passed away early on New Year’s Day and is survived by his devoted wife, Melissa, who gave her time unconditionally; his three children, Lindsey, James Jr, and Brandon; and his step-daughter, Natalie.
Uncle Jim was never a quitter: He struggled hard in school, in the police academy, and just struggled hard in life. His life was no cup of tea, as many of you well know. He had many operations, he spend a lot of time in and out of hospitals. Actually, he had little enjoyment of life except for the love of his family. He had twenty years of suffering with different ailments and it was always something that doctors never heard of or diseases that no body ever knew about. But, he always came up smiling. His word to my grandmother since she has become ill were “Mom, just keep up the good work and do it one day at a time because all we have is today. We don’t know about tomorrow and yesterday is too late to count.”
Uncle Jim worked very hard when he was young as far as schoolwork and football--he worked hard for his coach and his team. He was always a fighter. He was small, but no matter how big someone else was, he was out there fighting and ready to take on the world, whoever it might be--whether it was his brothers, or his grandfather--but he dare not take on Meema or Papa Lud because he knew what he would have coming to him if he disrespected them. While school work never came easy, his work as a police officer made the entire family proud.
There is no better way to celebrate someone’s life than to share stories that bring a smile to your face So I will tell you a few stories about Uncle Jim:
Uncle Jim and his brother John were really hungry one night (any surprise there?) and they wanted to get a bite to eat at Jack in the Box. Unbeknownst to them, the employees at the restaurant were students at San Pedro High School and refused to serve these two strapping Mary Star Stars. They told Jim and John to “ go get your bigger brother Richard if you think you can do something and then we might serve you.” So they came home and got Uncle Richard (who was glad to help intimidate as it further fueled his ego), and headed over to Jack in the Box and as Uncle Richard so eloquently put it, “We tore the Jack in the Box apart!” One of the employees came out with a baseball bat in an attempt to blindside Uncle Richard, but he ended up knocking the employee out. But the story ended happily, as they were all able to get their jumbo jack’s.
Jim was always a little bit of a rebel, and he always did his own thing, but that was Jim, and the family always understood that. They accepted him for that, and that was one of the things that made him special.
Meema Ludwig’s dad, Papa Ogle, was at the house for about two years. The doctor told him that if he wanted to stay around for a long time, he needed to be stimulated. And there was never a lack of stimulation in the Ludwig household, especially with uncle Jim around. Because Papa was blind with glaucoma, the boys used to play tricks on him.
Everyday, Papa Ogle would get his tea cup out, put in the tea bag, and stir it up, waiting to drink it. As he would try to slurp the tea off the spoon, unbeknownst to him, Uncle Jim had already blown it off the spoon. Papa Ogle would put an empty spoon in his mouth time after time after time. When Papa Ogle finally had enough, he would tell Jim, “That’s it, we’re going at it tonight..Mary! Move the furniture cause I’m gonna kick Jim’s butt tonight!”
Another time, Uncle Richard was taking Papa Ogle to the shower to get him cleaned off. So Uncle Rich got Papa out of bed, and was walking behind him, and Papa thought Rich was Jim. Because of that, he tried to punch Uncle Rich in the area of a male where the sun don’t shine. Uncle Rich said to him “What do you think you’re doing Pops?!” to which he replied “Oh sorry, I thought you were Jim.”
That was the kind of relationship Jim had with almost every member of the family at one point or another.
Uncle Jim loved his 55 Chevy which was a pile of junk when he bought it for 500 dollars. He spent every penny he earned on that car and painted it a slick metallic blue. Because of this, Jim had to race everyone in town to show them that he had a hot rod. Wednesday night was cruise night on western and he was always pulled over by the sheriffs for one reason or another--whether it was tinted windows, or too shiny of a bumper (By the way, Papa Lud didn’t know anything about these encounters with the police). But as soon as he paid the ticket, he put something else on the 55. So Meemer was so glad when the car got stolen so she didn’t have to rescue him in the middle of the night.
There will be no need to save Uncle Jim anymore because he is resting peacefully now, for the first time in a long time. I wear this yellow LIVESTRONG bracelet everyday not only to show my support for those who are fighting cancer, but because it is a daily reminder to me that I need to LIVESTRONG. I must live my life to it fullest, and be thankful for each day, because I do not know what the next day hold. Uncle Jim Live Strong. He lived his life as best as he could. He worked hard, he fought hard, and he loved his family endlessly. The same should go for all of you. Do not take this day for granted because you never know when it will be your last.
At this time, on behalf of my grandparents, mother, and uncles, I would like to thank all of you for your generosity and thoughtfulness through you cards, flowers, and food. Thank you all so much, we are truly blessed to have friends like all of you.
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