Check out these babies! There are 4, Max, Mike, Molly, Maggie. They are little fur balls and when their tails wag it makes a wierd whooshing sound that terrifies our great big, huge, full grown dogs and reduces them to whimpering and peeing on the floor.
These big babies have no problem with our foster kitties, but the puppies, yikes! We actually have had to reroute the big dogs’ path to the potty via our office door. They will not go out the usual door when the puppies are out. Isn’t that crazy?
Bubbles bored
This is what happens when you forget to bring your math book to the Y on a school day. You aren’t allowed to use the computer or the tv! You say that your mom is a meanie and that it’s not fair. You would have done your math but you forgot your book. Oh, say Meanie Mom and Ursula together, life’s not fair. Live and learn my child. Responsibility reaps benefits AND rewards.
I had the privilege, again, of sharing the sauna with an older woman who happens to have more melatonin in her skin than I do. I speak with her frequently, and when we are alone I so want to ask her if 40+ years ago she ever imagined that one day she would be sitting naked (or nearly) in a sauna with such a diverse crowd. I want to know if she had hope for the future or just dreams. My kids are afraid that I actually might ask her, but so far I haven’t. I am working on a piece called “Colored People” and she is one of the people I have in mind when I mull over this piece in my mind. Stay tuned.
Give up? We both had WLS (weight loss surgery) about 4 years ago. We were both secretive/sly about having it done. Turns out that we were both embarrassed by our “failure” to lose weight using conventional diets. I know that Star has taken a lot of media hits recently. I don’t know much about her, but I could relate when she recently disclosed what many had believed to have been the case, that she had had gastric bypass surgery about 4 years ago.
November 19th is my “anniversary”. I have NO regrets. I lost the equivalent of more than a whole person. Unlike Star, I don’t have the resources necessary to reconfigure my body via surgery, personal trainers and lush spas. So I will have to live with the ugly reminders of my past life, “flubber” as my kids refer to it, jowls and skin everywhere. Not that I have any desire to have more surgery (ie more pain, inconvenience and down time), but a restful spa visit every now and then might be nice.
When my weight loss first became obvious, people would ask me what I had “done”. One lady accosted me in the grocery store (literally grabbed me by the lapels of my jacket) and demanded that I tell her what diet I was on. I looked in her cart and resisted the urge to tell her that it was not soda, choclate and chips! My standard answer was “it took a lot of hard work” (it did!) I do not consider this to be a lie and fully support Star in her evasiveness. When people asked me directly if I had had surgery, I was equally evasive and said things like “I’ll never tell” or, even more delicately, “it’s none of your business”. Really and truly, it is none of anyone elses business.
So why “come out” now? Frankly, I just don’t care anymore. Four years ago was a long time to me, and as big as I was, I never really felt like a “fat person”. My focus now is on being as healthy as I can be and being the best wife, mom, and grandma that I can be. I don’t care what other people think and having the surgery was just a part of my life’s experiences. If I can share them to help others make a decision about whether or not to “do it”, it will just add to the overall benefit of having it done.
This was from an article in Family Fun magazine. If you have kids, grandchildren, work with kids, you NEED this magazine. I love it! (And it’s cheap – $10.00/year) go to: www.familyfun.com
I am constantly amazed at what can be instantly blogged. So I was just messing with this. The pictures have nothing to do with brownies, just stuff I was selling on ebay and they popped up. I might change them when I get a chance.
My kids always enter this recipe in the local fair and usually win something. Freddy took 3rd a few years ago and was on a local tv show with it. This year he won 2nd!
I bought 2 of these but should have bought all four. Heavy, solid and exquisitely handmade by someone who could measure, cut and nail (not 2 out of 3!)
I cut the shelf (above), Ursula stained it and then I put it in the already stained bookcase, so it looks like it was custom made that way. I LOVE it!
Now this was a shock. I Googled “My name is Zelda”, thinking that there would be one hit. There were a bazillion hits. I Google everything I can think of now. Bubbles tells me all the time to “Google it” when I don’t know the answer to her questions. So of course I tell her to Google it. Why should I do all of the work? But I digress.
It turns out there is a movie called “My name is Zelda”. There are dogs who have their own blogs whose names are Zelda. There is a calender of such a dog being sold at Books A Million (we saw it). You can buy (and I might) t-shirts emblazoned with “My name is Zelda”. I know there is a computer game called Zelda, but I made up my name in 1978, possibly 1979, but definitely way back then. Find out why, here.
So what to do. Hmm… I am not willing to change my name, I just thought it was more unique than it turns out to be.
Yesterday, my favorite Uncle, we’ll call him John, came to visit. It is always great to see him, but it was amazing to watch him pull out a $2.00 bill for Freddy and give it to him because he thought he wouldn’t have one. Amazing in that mom sent him one last week for the same reason. My mom has “issues” with her brother, but for them to do the same random act at almost the same time is pretty, well, amazing (and synchronistic).
Things that occur to me each day in the locker room after my workout. They may be useful tips for you or you may go “duh” and wish you could reach through your monitor and smack me upside the head.
1) Throw out socks with holes in them RIGHT THEN AND THERE. This will put an end to the “how did I get another holey sock” mystery. End the cycle. Throw them out before they get back in the wash, back in your drawer, and back in your gym bag, clean, but still holey.
2) Hook your bras up before putting them in your gym bag, smelly and ready for the wash. This ends the “how did I get snags on my clothes again” mystery.
3) Empty your pockets of tissues, gum wrappers and other debris BEFORE putting them back in your gym bag. This way you don’t wash, and dry, large gobs of what becomes lint on everything you own. In case you think this is a post just on preventative laundry tips, I am including this:
Look and listen to what goes on around you. Some of my best stories for the day come out of the sauna. More on this another time.
Zelda is having major contact issues. Okay, and I am severely time impaired. I only have 24 hours each day to accomplish about 32 hours worth of stuff. So…maybe something has to go. I know, I won’t take someone to the doctor’s, or maybe I’ll give up the Y, or sleep even less than 6 hours. But this lack of time is only made worse when I CAN’T SEE.
My contacts must be defective or something because I have taken 3 out of the box in the last 2 days, they felt like straw was under them and then they each failed my ultimate test: putting them in the other eye to check the comfort level. Each one failed. Now I have retrieved the empty wrappers from the trash and , if I can find the time, may march myself to Walmart and ask for another box. The last time this happened, it turned out there was a recall of that kind and they gave me a replacement box free. Does lightning strike twice?
In the good news department, my last foster son before I got married called me today. He has been MIA for about 12 years. None of my contacts knew where he went. He is 33, married father of 3, and was driving near our old home, stopped and asked where we were and got our phone number. I was overjoyed to hear from him.
