I started going grey @ 23. Guess what? I’m in my early 40’s, still NOT grey. They have this wonderful stuff called hair coloring. Oh, no wrinkles yet. Still the occasional zit. And I do still (very) occasionally – get carded when buying alcohol. So don’t despair!
I’ve got to pick a new beach & start making a plan. I can’t imagine spending any longer than a year without seeing the beach, feeling the sand, hearing the waves, smelling the salt air. Yep, got to start making a plan.
Upped my exercise last week by a lot, logged EVERYTHING I ate (didn’t do great, but it was the best eating week I’ve had in a while) and I gained .2. Now, it’s only .2 but still!!! What’s a girl to do!
I haven’t given up yet, but that route is looking a lot more tempting!
PS – where the 2 people go who decided to join me on this quest?
As the grandkids got older, she gave us money for Christmas. (It was too hard to know what to get us – we were so many, and so different!) One year, she found a sweater – on clearance – that she thought would be perfect on me & bought it. It was bright yellow, really soft cotton yarn – and I loved it! The funny part is – there was also an envelope with money it. I said “Gram – what’s this? Why 2 gifts?” She said “the sweater was a great deal. I couldn’t pass it up, but I had to make sure you got the same as the others.” Always making sure things were even, although I never would have known the difference, and never would have traded the perfect sweater for anything.
I love the pansy faces! I had one guy at work as me to take this picture down because he thought it was staring at him! Too funny!
yoga today – different instructor (a good one) and challenging. I don’t think I’ve been challenging myself enough lately.
Soup on the stove. I’ll have plenty to freeze, and now that it’s getting cold sometimes soup is just the perfect thing. I made mine with plenty of fresh vegetables & a some red pepper & jalapenos for a little kick.
Bread turned out yesterday. It wasn’t as good as the recipe I used to use, but it turned out, it tastes good, and it will be yummy with my soup!
colors are good!
the book on high altitude baking was not checked out. My bread is on it’s 2nd rise. I haven’t baked bread in years. I hope it turns out, but even if it doesn’t it’s been fun kneading the dough & watching it rise.
I helped someone use the auto check out at the library, and she thanked me for it. It was nice to be of help, and nice to be appreciated. It seems that lately when I help someone they don’t appreciate it (I’d help anyway) but it’s nice to be thanked. Twice even. Wow.
Well, I didn’t have a chance to talk to my yoga teacher about ballet. She always had a cloud of people around her. She’s like that – she’s very sympathetic, but not wishy washy, very easy to talk to. So I didn’t get to ask her if she knows anyone who likes ballet. Then my volunteer session was canceled due to the weather. So I guess this is how it goes sometimes.
Tomorrow at yoga I’m going to ask the instructor if she knows any women who like ballet. Swan Lake is in town, and I’d love to go. (The man will do almost anything for me, but attending a ballet is NOT on the list) My yoga instructor is very well liked, and knows like a ton of people, so I may be able to have company for the ballet. Also, I’m volunteering again this weekend at my favorite nature preserve. So at least I’ll be practicing my “talking to strangers” skills which have started lacking again.
Hope springs eternal.
my gram never owned measuring cups (not that I ever saw anyway.) She couldn’t tell you how to cook something – she had to show you.
no where smells like gramma’s on the holidays.
I fully agree with pinkcadi. One call, leave a message, then move on.
Honestly, I’m not the runner up child. I know the reason she goes to see my brother is because of the grandkids, not because of the son. I don’t mind coming after the grandkids at all. I just wish, when she had a free ticket, and couldn’t use it to see the grandkids, she’d want to use it to see me. That’s all. I know she loves me & all the happy crap. I just wish she’d like to spend time with me.
If she’s already agreed to go out with out again, why wouldn’t you call her to set up the time? Am I missing something here?
walk with the man tonight after dinner
eamils from friends
sharing bits of myself with strangers here on 43t, and having them embrace & appreciate it
It’s been many years, but it’s something you never forget, and something you want everyone who is lucky enough to ever have a JD to appreciate. (Oddly enough, my JD was actually a JD, although he went by the D.)
Well, I gained about 4 1/2 pounds on vaca, and as of last saturday I’d lost 3 1/2, so I’m doing well. I can do this, I will do this. Been eating good, and actually enjoying my walks.
“He’s engaged now.
I don’t really know what to think about that, “
Be happy about that. My JD isn’t here anymore, to be engaged, or married or anything. So be happy he’s here to think about, happy you both have lives, even if they’re separate, and mostly be happy that you had JD at all.
My 4 nieces – no question
My sister in law & my brother – because of the 4 nieces
I would also for my mom, but I know she wouldn’t let me, so I don’t know if that counts.
My grampa called her “Sunshine” as in “You are my Sunshine.” I didn’t realize it until towards the end of her life, but it had caught on. Long after my grandpa passed away, other people still called her “Sunshine.” When she was in the ICU for the last time, her brother came in (like 88 years old) and said “You hanging in there, Sunshine?” To which she replied simply “Hangin’ in.”
children pretending to be birds
my walk at lunch where I saw the above children
french fries
resting, chatting, love, cooking & nieces. It doesn’t get better than that, at least not very often!
I fight it every day of my life. But I drew a line, a line I won’t cross, I won’t allow myself to cross. I don’t think those who commit suicide are cowards, or weak. They are simply for the most part, exhausted. They have been fighting so hard & for so long, they feel like they can’t anymore. When I feel like I can’t fight anymore, I stay in bed, I cry, I scream. I take long hot baths, and hope I will fall asleep & not wake up. I don’t, of course. I drew the line. Sometimes it’s so hard to fight, to continue, but I do. Find that line for yourself, please, Draco.
Slowing it down is the way to go. Because then you’re really truly there in that moment, not rushing towards the next.
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