Ask me what I had for dinner day before yesterday.
I'll answer, "A tomato sandwich and green beans."
Ask me what I had for supper night before last.
I'll answer, "A tomato sandwich and green beans."
Ask me what I had for dinner yesterday.
I'll answer, " A tomato sandwich and green beans."
Now, I love them both. Truly I do.
But I 'bout kissed husbands feet when he brought supper home last night, which was not a tomato sandwich and green beans.
Having a crick down your back, which meets with the lower back pain one lives with, can put a damper on cooking.
So, ask me what I'm having for dinner today....
Saturday, August 22, 2015
Tuesday, August 18, 2015
I Should Have Been A Cat
Specifically a Maine Coon tom cat, who lives in the house.
I look at Eli's life - and it fits what I call really, really, really good.
He sleeps with the woman he loves (that would be me!). He watches over her carefully. If she's on the computer, he lies down next to her. If she's in the kitchen, he's right there, observing. If she lies down to rest, he's there, right beside her. If she's doing laundry, he hops up into a basket of dirty clothes, to make sure they "knead" to be washed.
He eats his favorite food in the morning, he eats Frost's food (special from the vet due to kidney problems), he eats his own dry food, he eats chicken when we cook it. One has to eat a lot to save up energy for that five hour afternoon nap.
He has fresh water handed to him. And speaking of water, at times, if concerned enough, he gets in the shower and makes sure she doesn't slip and fall.
His bathroom is kept clean for him.
He rules the roost. If you cross him (if you are a cat or dog), he simply shows with brute strength that he is, indeed, king.
If anyone sees him, they gasp about his regal beauty. He may blink or nod in kindly acknowledgement.
He gazes out the window and imagines if he were out there what he would hunt and chase. But he doesn't have to really do it; his imagination gets fulfilled with toys that won't hurt him back.
He is confident that he is loved, safe and at peace.
Yep.
I shoulda been a tom cat.
Life couldn't get any better.
I look at Eli's life - and it fits what I call really, really, really good.
He sleeps with the woman he loves (that would be me!). He watches over her carefully. If she's on the computer, he lies down next to her. If she's in the kitchen, he's right there, observing. If she lies down to rest, he's there, right beside her. If she's doing laundry, he hops up into a basket of dirty clothes, to make sure they "knead" to be washed.
He eats his favorite food in the morning, he eats Frost's food (special from the vet due to kidney problems), he eats his own dry food, he eats chicken when we cook it. One has to eat a lot to save up energy for that five hour afternoon nap.
He has fresh water handed to him. And speaking of water, at times, if concerned enough, he gets in the shower and makes sure she doesn't slip and fall.
His bathroom is kept clean for him.
He rules the roost. If you cross him (if you are a cat or dog), he simply shows with brute strength that he is, indeed, king.
If anyone sees him, they gasp about his regal beauty. He may blink or nod in kindly acknowledgement.
He gazes out the window and imagines if he were out there what he would hunt and chase. But he doesn't have to really do it; his imagination gets fulfilled with toys that won't hurt him back.
He is confident that he is loved, safe and at peace.
Yep.
I shoulda been a tom cat.
Life couldn't get any better.
Monday, August 17, 2015
A Pain in the Neck
Yesterday morning I awoke, and the first thing I realized was that I was lying on the wrong side (of my body) and I had a crick in my shoulder/neck area.
Husband came through the bedroom door to wake me for church and before I could moan and whine one little word, he said, "I got a terrible crick in my neck."
What! Outrage! That was my line!
Now, tell me, how can one whine when one has been whined to about the very same thing?
And how the heck did we both get a crick?
Anyway, we tried to help each other.
We both still have cricks.
And; sympathy does not love company.
Husband came through the bedroom door to wake me for church and before I could moan and whine one little word, he said, "I got a terrible crick in my neck."
What! Outrage! That was my line!
Now, tell me, how can one whine when one has been whined to about the very same thing?
And how the heck did we both get a crick?
Anyway, we tried to help each other.
We both still have cricks.
And; sympathy does not love company.
Thursday, August 13, 2015
A Middle Aged Woman
I guess I'm not really middle aged anymore (unless I live to be 122 years old), but my body seems to have forgotten that I am OLD and has stuck itself in the middle of middle age.
Things get really warm around here, ifyouknowwhatImeanandIthinkyoudo. And I also freeze sometimes for no reason.
Looking at my bathroom the other day, I saw something that perfectly describes me.
So, I took a picture.
Sad, ain't it?
Things get really warm around here, ifyouknowwhatImeanandIthinkyoudo. And I also freeze sometimes for no reason.
Looking at my bathroom the other day, I saw something that perfectly describes me.
So, I took a picture.
Sad, ain't it?
Tuesday, August 11, 2015
What a world, what a world...
I know all of you have wondered what the heck I've been doing, since I have obviously not been blogging.
Well, gather round the kitchen table (it seats five, that should be plenty) and I'll let you in on what my life has been like since my last blog.
It's got more stuff than you'll find anywhere outside of a soap opera. Some of you men will say it's pay back for my last blog, but Husband still loves me, so there.
First, there was a two day killer attempt to find a "new" car for our household. Daughter has a job now (gasp) and we are in dire need of one more vehicle. She'll be paying this time, which is kinda nice.
Then there was our ladies church meeting, which I barely remember I was so tired.
Then, there was THE BEANS. Them beans was without a doubt, the sorriest beans that ever beaned. Mother took some, her friend took some (she threatened to throw them in the creek) and we took the rest. I was worried about canning them, but turns out they were so tough it wasn't an issue. After ditching many of them, we had enough left for about three big messes. And this time, it really was a mess.
After the beans, there was Sunday, and I ain't got time to blog on Sunday. I'm too busy restin'. And going to church to teach and be taught. And visiting Mother.
Yesterday morning was a hair appointment. By the time I got home, ate, and began a short rest, our electricity went out. This was yesterday at 3:45 p.m. It came back on today at 4:15 p.m. That's right, ladies and gentlemen 24 and one half hours without air conditioning. We have a generator, which gives us the refrigerator, lights in the kitchen and two outlets, and it also runs our water pump. So we can survive. But who wants to without air conditioning in Georgia in August, pray tell?
I am trying to recover, but I swan, I nearly had a case of the vapors.
Maybe I'll feel better when the pizza gets here.
Well, gather round the kitchen table (it seats five, that should be plenty) and I'll let you in on what my life has been like since my last blog.
It's got more stuff than you'll find anywhere outside of a soap opera. Some of you men will say it's pay back for my last blog, but Husband still loves me, so there.
First, there was a two day killer attempt to find a "new" car for our household. Daughter has a job now (gasp) and we are in dire need of one more vehicle. She'll be paying this time, which is kinda nice.
Then there was our ladies church meeting, which I barely remember I was so tired.
Then, there was THE BEANS. Them beans was without a doubt, the sorriest beans that ever beaned. Mother took some, her friend took some (she threatened to throw them in the creek) and we took the rest. I was worried about canning them, but turns out they were so tough it wasn't an issue. After ditching many of them, we had enough left for about three big messes. And this time, it really was a mess.
After the beans, there was Sunday, and I ain't got time to blog on Sunday. I'm too busy restin'. And going to church to teach and be taught. And visiting Mother.
Yesterday morning was a hair appointment. By the time I got home, ate, and began a short rest, our electricity went out. This was yesterday at 3:45 p.m. It came back on today at 4:15 p.m. That's right, ladies and gentlemen 24 and one half hours without air conditioning. We have a generator, which gives us the refrigerator, lights in the kitchen and two outlets, and it also runs our water pump. So we can survive. But who wants to without air conditioning in Georgia in August, pray tell?
I am trying to recover, but I swan, I nearly had a case of the vapors.
Maybe I'll feel better when the pizza gets here.
Tuesday, August 4, 2015
Husband and His Quiet Life
Husband considers himself a quiet man.
Husband is obviously not in touch with reality.
He can be "anti-social" at times; that means he plain doesn't want to go wherever he could/should go and stays home instead.
But when he's out and about, he is not a quiet man. In fact, he insists on being the life of the party.
As evidenced by:
Husband is obviously not in touch with reality.
He can be "anti-social" at times; that means he plain doesn't want to go wherever he could/should go and stays home instead.
But when he's out and about, he is not a quiet man. In fact, he insists on being the life of the party.
As evidenced by:
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| Cupid at large |
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| Husband is on your left |
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| Muscle Man |
Clowning Around
  Guess Who's Coming To Town? |
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| Don't ask |
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| Tarzan to my Jane |
Monday, August 3, 2015
Don't do That
Daughter has a friend who was in a bad motorcycle accident a few years back. He was hurt pretty seriously, and was out of work for some time.
But, of course, he didn't stop riding. So, yesterday he was in another, much worse accident, not only hurting himself but grievously injuring his girlfriend.
I see fatal motorcycle accidents in the news (sometimes local) every day.
Yet, people continue to ride them. You may be one of those people who choose to do so.
I admit, I don't understand it. We are crazy enough to go zooming down the road in a hunk of metal. But wrapped in...nothing?
Sorry, I don't understand.
I remember when I was a kid, a friend of mine had a bicycle that was in pretty good shape except for the brakes.
There weren't any.
So, naturally my silly mother told me I better not get on that bike; or else.
Of course, I didn't. Not until I got out of sight of the house, then, of course, I did.
The or else turned out to be falling off the back of the bike due to a hard bump. We happened to be going down a hill pretty fast, so I fell pretty hard. I landed on my left arm, and cut and scraped my elbow, leaving a fine scar as of today.
My friend freaked out and stopped the bike by dragging her toe on the pavement.
She didn't have on shoes at the time.
The point is, I guess, is if you do something dangerous I reckon you should expect eventual consequences.
Whether it be a scarred elbow or a fractured skull.
PS: Please don't send me messages about how wonderful the freedom is of riding down the rode with nothing to hinder you (like a car). I don't particularly want to offend you, but I don't want to hear it.
But, of course, he didn't stop riding. So, yesterday he was in another, much worse accident, not only hurting himself but grievously injuring his girlfriend.
I see fatal motorcycle accidents in the news (sometimes local) every day.
Yet, people continue to ride them. You may be one of those people who choose to do so.
I admit, I don't understand it. We are crazy enough to go zooming down the road in a hunk of metal. But wrapped in...nothing?
Sorry, I don't understand.
I remember when I was a kid, a friend of mine had a bicycle that was in pretty good shape except for the brakes.
There weren't any.
So, naturally my silly mother told me I better not get on that bike; or else.
Of course, I didn't. Not until I got out of sight of the house, then, of course, I did.
The or else turned out to be falling off the back of the bike due to a hard bump. We happened to be going down a hill pretty fast, so I fell pretty hard. I landed on my left arm, and cut and scraped my elbow, leaving a fine scar as of today.
My friend freaked out and stopped the bike by dragging her toe on the pavement.
She didn't have on shoes at the time.
The point is, I guess, is if you do something dangerous I reckon you should expect eventual consequences.
Whether it be a scarred elbow or a fractured skull.
PS: Please don't send me messages about how wonderful the freedom is of riding down the rode with nothing to hinder you (like a car). I don't particularly want to offend you, but I don't want to hear it.
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