Does he love me, I want to know…♪♫♪

Is it in his eyes? Oh no! You’ll be deceived ♪♫♪

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Or is it in his face? Oh no! That’s just his charms ♪♫♪

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Find out what you want to know…

If it’s love, if it really is
It’s there in the lips ♪♫♪

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How about the way they act. Oh no!

That’s not the way
And you’re not listenin’ to all I say!

If you wanna know if they love you so ♪♫♪

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If it’s love, if it really is, it’s there in the lips ♪♫♪

Goodbye 2016! Happy New Year!

 

Saturday…

Today is laundry day…

My mother had hand embroidered dish towels with the days of the week, and a different chore assigned to each. I remember laundry day was one of them, but I don’t remember the specific day.

My husband reminded me that he had blood on the sleeve of one of his favorite shirts, and he asked me to try and get it out.

I was an emergency/trauma nurse for 25 years; if there’s one thing I can do, it’s get blood out of a shirt.

I also had to pick off stick-tights and a sand spur, because he and the dog are like magnets when it comes to traveling weed seeds.

I can remember when I was little, my mother used to let me sew buttons on the dish towels. She had a tin full of buttons, all shapes and sizes. I knew needles were sharp.

My sister is 4 1/2 years younger, and I don’t remember mother letting her do anything with a needle.

My husband is 4 1/2 years younger than me. Sometimes I think he and my sister are twins. I marvel sometimes over their similarities.

I like laundry day. My thoughts wander, and I remember things I haven’t thought about in years.

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I didn’t realize I was a FAT HEAD!

I’ve lost 41 lbs. since January 1, (yes, you can keep your New Year’s resolutions) and a close friend acquaintance told me she could tell I had lost weight because my face looked thinner! Imagine that!


 

 

No, I didn’t do it riding my bike

No, I didn’t buy a Ninja juicer or find a magic “fat burner”,

Slurp...NOT!
Slurp…NOT!

I bought my husband and sister Fit Bits for Christmas and I let their obsessive/compulsive personalities love of technology lead the way. Once they figured out that they could download the Fit Bit app to their phone and computer, they were on a roll. So, I bought myself a Fit Bit and the competition was on!

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Walk 6-7 miles, burn over 2000 calories and eat 1500-1600 calories daily, and you lose weight. Easy peasy.

I have to change my “About” page, because the bike is in a stationary trainer right now. I started having some vertigo issues late last year, so to remain vertical I had to make some changes.

I started out by dragging the dog around the neighborhood. I say dragging, because he wasn’t as enthusiastic at walking at a fast clip. He prefers sniffing and peeing on every pillar and post.

Speaking of the dog…

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He just finished his Grand Champion points in June, so we only have 99 points to go for his Bronze.

Did I mention obsessive/compulsive earlier?

 

 

 

 

 

 

What’s next…?

San Diego Zoo hatches near-extinct ‘tree lobster’ insects

Tell me they eat roaches and feast on mosquitoes for dessert!

Surely they were almost extinct for a reason?!

Near extinct Tree Lobster, Oh Boy!

The road less traveled…thank goodness!

Heading home via the Florida Turnpike
Heading home via the Florida Turnpike

The last day at my job in Lake County; a 45 minute drive, one-way.

The clouds are still fluffy, which means I’ll probably make it home before the torrential downpour.

People can’t see to drive in the heavy rain, usually a white-out, so traffic slows to a crawl and 45 minutes becomes 90 minutes.

Traffic is light on my last day, because I left at 1:00 PM; before rush hour.

Now, I’m working for the federal government, a 20 minute drive, thank goodness!

Hopefully, you won’t read about Justme in the newspaper, unless I decide to throw my hat in the ring and give Hillary (and Donald) some real competition 🙂

 

 

I saw three ships come sailing…

If you’re familiar with the song – there are only 170 days left ’til Christmas, but I’m getting ahead of myself.

The ships I saw were of the feathered variety. The Swallow-tailed Kites are back for their summer breeding season. I wrote a post some months back about the Alien Sighting. I spotted one this past weekend and before I could blink, there were three. The thing that grabs your eye is how large these birds are, and they sail on the air currents with no obvious wing flapping. I stood mesmerized, watching them swirl around like water in an eddy.

Swallow-tailed Kite
Swallow-tailed Kite

Maybe it IS Christmas in July… on Monday I saw a hummingbird (first time EVER in my yard). They aren’t so common here, but low and behold one was hovering near my Parrot Plant.

Parrot Plant (heliconia psittacorum)
Parrot Plant (heliconia psittacorum)

You get a picture of the plant, the bird…too fast for me. Moving right along…

Well, we finally finished the dog! Not to be equated with the week after Thanksgiving when you proudly announce that you’ve ‘finally finished the turkey’. (p.s. only 140 days ’til Thanksgiving)

In the wild and wacky world of show dogs and dog shows, ‘finishing the dog’ means we have a new Champion.

New Champion with our breeder/handler and Judge
New Champion with our breeder/handler and Judge

Gosh, he looks so sweet, and clean in the picture. Who could imagine that he is attracted to black dirt, mud, and loves to dig holes in the back yard?

If I had more time, I would regale you with my latest new job…working for the feds. But I have to head out to my current job. I’m working off my 2 weeks notice, so I’ll have to leave you with something to look forward to 🙂

The time of your life…

Today and for the past year or so, I’ve been contemplating time…even when I didn’t know it.

[Refrain]

Time to wake up

Time to get ready for school (work)

Time to fix dinner

Time to eat,

Time to go to bed

Rinse and repeat…

Time to get a job

Time to do my taxes

Time to retire

Olden times…

NOT!

Life on a timeline…

When I was a little girl, I thought life was all about birthdays, and growing up, finishing school, getting married and living the Barbie and Ken life. Notice of course, that Barbie and Ken never had children, so that wasn’t part of my childish equation; neither did they have jobs that I’m aware of. I was always waiting on time, the right time.

I think when I was in my late thirties, I imagined that retirement meant that you didn’t need to wear a watch or have clocks in the house. You did everything on your own time.

But hey, the sun comes up in the east, daytime, and sets in the west, nighttime. Time just keeps on rolling along, whether you wear a watch or not. (That is really old thinking, most people don’t need a watch now; they have their cell phone to check the time.) I need to remember that I’m in a new century. I started out near the midpoint of the last century and now I’m 15 years into the new one.

In January 2014, I experienced a new time…unemployed time. After working for the same organization for 39 years, my entire department was eliminated. I’m a baby boomer, so you get a job while your in your 20s and stick with it.

Naive time…I thought I would be out of work for a month or so.

Sometimes you’re having a good time and you don’t know it.

Past your prime time…

Big gap in my planned timeline. Time and tide waits for no man.

So, with 14 months of time on my hands, job searching…and what a time that was, I am out of the unemployment line.

Now I have no time. Time to go to work. [back to the refrain]

Even Howdy Doody had a “time”.