Self, JustI say, Perhaps I’ll stay at the back of the pack. It would be a shame to die on a Friday afternoon.
Nah, you already know that…
Here are the top three, most important things that men want you to know…
- They are hungry. They are always hungry, because they forget to eat. However, they will slide into home plate, and await your return from a hard day’s work, and the first words out of their mouths are, “Hi honey, what’s for dinner?”
- They are needy. They need your help, usually right after you sit down and relax from a hard day’s work. They spend an inordinate amount of time hiding things from themselves. They will even call you at work to ask where they hid their sh$t. Amazingly, you DO KNOW WHERE THEY HIDE THEIR SH$T.
- They are always right. They will usually give you that smug, smarty-pants look just as they strut out of the house with all of the sh$t you just found for them, specifically their wallet and car keys, as they head out to go get themselves the “old standby”, Chinese food.
It’s been in the 80’s for the past 3 days, and the weatherman says, “no more winter”! My lips are plumping up as I type! (Note to self, need facial moisturizer with SPF 30)
Just before sunrise on a chilly, February morning…
Me: I think I’ll turn on the heat to take the chill off the house
Husband: It’s not that cold. Why don’t you put on more clothes?
Me: I’m already wearing 3 layers! Including my Uggs!
Me: You know I hate winter! Floridians shouldn’t have to live like this!
Is it in his eyes? Oh no! You’ll be deceived ♪♫♪
Or is it in his face? Oh no! That’s just his charms ♪♫♪
Find out what you want to know…
If it’s love, if it really is
It’s there in the lips ♪♫♪
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 ♪♫♪
If it’s love, if it really is, it’s there in the lips ♪♫♪
Goodbye 2016! Happy New Year!
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.
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”,
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!
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…
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?