September 23rd, 2011
Yep, 3 Fat Chicks have hoasted me here for over three years, but I fear my welcome is worn out. I’m out of picture space, so I can’t show you pictures of my extremely exciting life, plus, my updated posts never appear in the “updated blog” list.
Harumph. I know when I’m no longer welcome.
I cranked up a new blog at http://happyhag.blogspot.com/ and hope my few blog friends that still check in now & then will pop over.
See you there!
September 22nd, 2011
I figured out a new way to battle flab ~ gnats!
Yes, gnats, my friend, can finally make your arms toned and beauticious.
Our son is on the varsity golf team (co-captain, may I brag?) and I volunteered to take photos of the team’s matches.
As I started trailing the team up and down hills & vales, I realized I probably could have skipped the hour on the tready this morning. I also realized that the shirt I was wearing was the exact color of our opponents teams shirts, plus, I should have worn shorts, not jeans, since it was so muggy & hot. A part of my brain also registered the fact that I was the only female for miles around. Men ~ old, young and and every age in between, abounded. Single ladies, this is a hint.
A sheen of sweat started its sheening on my forehead as I clicked away at the boys. Then the gnats discovered me. Gnats, great clouds of ’em, were intent on landing anywhere they could on my head. No head orifices were safe. One gnat managed to get through my windmilling arms to my eye, which stung & watered profusely, trashing any make-up that had survived the sweat. Five gnats flew into my left ear and only three came out of my right ear. Gnats set up a carnival in my hair, gnats explored any exposed skin they could find, despite my flailing arms and flapping hands. HOW did the boys stand it? Duh. Bug spray. I must not forget bug spray for the next golf match.
My arms got one heck of a workout though
September 17th, 2011
Love the cooler weather we’ve been having! In the spirit of the season, I took myself to TJ Maxx and bought a wool sweater & a pair of jeans (size 12). Love that store. Even if I’m not feeling the “Clothes Karma” and nothing seems to fit, I still usually stumble on something in the kitchen or household section to satisfy the shopping bug.
Slowly starting back at the gym again. I can never pinpoint when I stop going, I just suddenly realize, HEY! I haven’t been exercising! I have been doing some heavy housework though, as our teenager’s “cave” in the basement took on some water with all the freakin’ rain we’ve had. This involved carting out several sodden rugs, shampooing & vacuuming (now that’s an odd word) the remaining indoor/outdoor carpet, striping & laundering slipcovers, etc… I get annoyed at son when I see what a SLOB he is. It’s a good thing he’s at school when I’m laboring away down there. I’m convinced I’m ruining him for his future wife, as I have lost the “Seat Down” battle years ago. My husband’s mother never enforced it, therefore, son’s dear old Dad doesn’t put the seat down. An omission for which she will still occasionally apologize to me for See how these habits are perpetuated through the generations? If I had any backbone, I would have eradicated this annoying genetic trait from our line once & for all.
I’m loosely following South Beach way of eating. Something I heard on the news this morning which I found very interesting: an apple a day may keep stroke at bay . It’s about a Dutch study which found that apples & pears contain anti-inflamation qualities that keep your heart healthy. Now how did old Ben Franklin know that already? (Note to self: Buy apples & look up good reports on peanut butter.)
Week Three of Chantrix, and day 5 of not cheating. I still get very strong urges, but they pass quickly ~ especially if I’m at TJ Maxx, heh-heh. I do miss the ciggies & coffee out in the sunroom with my hubs in the morning. We have to figure out a new way of making talking time. Of course, I would prefer he quit too.
We are getting of a “certain age”, DH & I, so we went to a humongous RV show in Harrisburg PA this past Thursday. We picture ourselves, in our declining years, following where the wind blows ~ somewhere Out West. Camping by streams where DH will fly fish and I will pan for gold & look for fossils. We are RV Virgins, but we know we don’t want anything over 27-30 feet. There were lots to look at that fit the bill. I really liked a brand called “Born Free” (Oh how I loath all those corny names), specifically a 27′ model, which ruined it for looking at the other dealerships because it was so nice. Yes, for around $150,000 we could be mobile in that baby. YIKES! We had no idea! We are limited in choices by the length of the sleeping areas because DH is 6″1. Looking at him trying out some of the various sleeping layouts reminded me of Dracula in his coffin. DH would lie down with his hands crossed over his chest, not a spare inch above or below and say, “I think I could sleep in this.” Har! Not! What? Only shrimps RV? What a bunch of friendly people there, though. I would like to get that sign: If the trailer’s rockin’, don’t come knockin'”, mainly for the toe-curl reaction of our teen son.
September 7th, 2011
Well, I’m usually fond of it but I’m ready for some sunshine now.
Today was DS’s First Day of School. Tenth Grade, Holy Smokes.
It’s usually a photo op kinda morning, with Mom and Son standing with arms around each other’s shoulders, Mom gazing up into Son’s smiling face, all full of Future and Dreams. The garden is in the background, full of happy thriving flowers, the dog at our feet.
This morning, DS got up late and cranky, Mom never changed into photo-worthy clothes and stayed in her jammies, it was pouring rain, garden was a disaster from the crazy weather, and dog, well, dog wasn’t coming out of the house, no way, no how. We skipped the First Day of School photo. Actually, I didn’t think of it until DS & DH were pulling out of the drive.
Today marks one week that I have “quit” smoking. I’ve actually caved almost daily and had 7 cigs in that time. The cravings aren’t too bad, as long as I stay busy. I’m a great believer in pharmaceutical wonders (except for weight loss!) and have been taking Chantix, which certainly helps the process. Now, if I could get my DH to quit, there would be no ciggies around for me to pilfer. Classic example of transference there, my friends.
I have a hard time keeping all the balls in the air at the same time! Dieting, Exercising & Quitting Smoking are the three main balls. (I can think of more if you want.) Sometimes, I’ll get all three going nicely, but it usually doesn’t last too long. For too long all three balls had rolled under the couch and were collecting a nice film of dust on them. I’ve got one in the air & it’s time to fish out another one. Probably Exercising. Or Wine Drinking. Oops, that’s not one ~ sorry!
P.S. For some reason, when I actually update this lil’ blog, it doesn’t appear on the 3 Fat Chicks Updated Blogs list. Harumph! Maybe they’ve given up on me!
August 24th, 2011
You know those bananas that are going all brown and spotty in your fruit basket right now? Peel those rascals, put ’em in a plastic bag & toss ’em in your freezer. Soon they will be frozen and you can make “ice cream”.
I have a bag of frozen strawberries & a bag of frozen blueberries in the freezer too.
In a blender, add one frozen banana, about a cup of strawberries and a handful of blueberries. Sometimes I’ll also add about 1/2 cup of milk or a container of yogurt.
Whirl until creamy and enjoy!
The banana gives it a creamy texture & it tastes like soft-serve ice cream to me. This is so good and I kept forgetting about it until I started leaving the blender out on the counter. This concoction is so thick that I have broken numerous wooden utensils pushing down the frozen strawberries into the whirly thing on blender ~ beware! I tried putting finished ice cream in the freezer, but the texture is lost and it turns hard & icy.
I’ve made this for my son but have added a little sugar or Truvia (fake sugar) because it is too tart for him.
August 23rd, 2011
… you walk into your kitchen and the earth shakes. I was making all kinds of new resolves to LOSE IT ONCE AND FOR FREAKIN’ ALL when I realized it was a genuine earth quake ~ a rare thing indeed for S.E. Pennsylvania. Very unsettling! Dog & I ran out the door and cats ran to the basement.
Not doing well on the weight loss front. One day goes good and the next day I shoot it to hell with bad eating and lots of it. I worked so hard at the gym last week that my feet have been sore for the past 3 days ~ Waitress Sore, they are. I tell myself that I can go and just do weights & machines. Tomorrow I’ll put that plan in action.
I saw a old friend at the grocery store today and she looks fabulous! She is trim and wearing bright colors. she says she owes it all to back-to-back sinus infections and a bout of Lymes Disease. I’m gonna go find myself a freakin’ tick…
August 15th, 2011
Our Pennsylvania-based 15yr.old son and a friend of his were both invited to spend a week at another friends house in Florida. The plan; I drop off son at the other boys house at 5:15 this morning and his Dad would drive the boys to the airport. Last night I set two alarms for 4:30am, then tossed fitfully until they went off. Roused son, loaded car with his stuff. One last “Mom Check”: photo ID, boarding pass, carry-on bag, money, etc… check! check! and check!
Get to the other boy’s house and there is chaos as they have problems printing out their son’s boarding pass. “Just put the bags there”. Get hugs & kisses from my son, & go back home & crawl into bed.
You know where this is going, don’t you?
“be-de-DING!” goes my phone’s text message alert. Son made it to the airport but his carry-on bag is in the driveway back at his friends house :O
All is well, though. Turns out there is yet another boy who was invited who is leaving on a later flight, and he will check my son’s bag for him. So between making phone calls and running that damn bag hither and yon, my Date with Gym was broken. I’ll try to go a little later today, but the steam is running low on my engine right now!
Now as for MY bags, there is no easy fix
Later… got in my hour of cardio and some free weight action.
August 14th, 2011
The other day in my car, I passed a father & young son coming out of a store. The kid was doing a skip-leap-run combo while Dad walked sedately behind. It was a three second image but has stayed with me for days. I wondered; when did I stop skipping? I think it was when the “cool factor” kicked in, (along with breasts, boys & blemishes) at about thirteen or so.
It gets harder to skip when you are lugging a seven pound purse on one shoulder and carrying grocery bags or a baby in the other arm. It’s hard to skip when you are concerned about messing your hair up or breaking a sweat. In my case it’s downright risky to skip because I could possibly pee my pants a little, plus, I’d need to wear a sports bra for serious skipping.
Then I imagined a world where adults skipped and showed genuine glee over simple things and had to smile at the mental image… politicians skipping up the White House steps, CEO’s racing each other to the elevator, waitresses skipping back to the kitchen with your order. Adults trying not to step on a crack as they walk down the sidewalk. Kinda like that movie, “Big”.
I’ve got three hulking teenage boys sleeping in the living room, draped over couches and chairs ~ reminds me of that comic strip, “Zits“, of which my life seems to be running parallel to. I’d post a picture of them, but that would be a little creepy, I guess. Soon I’ll be making breakfast for them, which I enjoy. If I’m not allowed to eat with gusto and abandon, at least I can live vicariously by watching three boys do some serious scarfing.
I have a date with E. Liptical Monday My friend & I made a date for 8 at the gym. I’ve found that making dates helps get me to the gym. Instead of the dilly-dallying puttering around that I am usually guilty of in the morning, I have a date to meet someone. Put DOWN that coffee cup, hands OFF that mouse, put on yer damn socks, fill water bottle and just GO, for heavens sake!
Have a good rest of the weekend & I’ll see YOU at the gym Monday
August 10th, 2011
I have a hard time rationing my time, when I find a good book. I’m really in trouble now, because I found a whole freakin’ series of BIG FAT BOOKS that I’m enjoying. (It’s the one type of fat that I love ~ other than ice cream, that is.) The series is called “Game of Thrones“. It’s like an earthy “Lord of the Rings”, and has five (5!) tomes of papery delight to pull me away from things I should be doing. I don’t usually go for fantasy fiction ~ I’m more of a Diane Gabaldon/Outlander Series -type person. This is the one type of food I can and do gorge myself on ~ the printed page. I’m toying with the idea of a Kindle, but books have been my constant friends for so many years, I would feel like I was betraying them by going over to the Other Side. Like many things though, once I try it, I’ll probably love it.
Been putting in my time at the gym. One hour of cardio and 15-20 minutes of weights for three straight days in a row. The impulse to get to the gym grows stronger with every day that I actually make it there. I sleep better and feel more limber & bendy. WHY do I ever let it slide? Food intake still sucks though. That’s me ~ always have to have the party in my mouth.
I mowed the lawn today ~ the first I’ve had to mow in over a month because of how hot and dry it’s been here. I rejoiced to see the Fall weeds sprouting, and a few fallen leaves too. Can Fall be too far off? Fall. My favorite season; chilly, crisp & clear. Full moons of September, October & November. The foxhounds kenneled across the fields baying. Blue jeans, cowboy boots and my favorite leather jacket. Red wine, apple pies, football, pumpkins, mums & spooks… does it get any better?
August 4th, 2011
Hoping I can rip through this post “post haste” without a phone call interruption.
To explain, the last two times I sat down to update this cob-webby blog, the phone rang. First call was from my Ears/Nose/Throat doctor who wanted me to have a cat scan of my throat. I’ve had a sore throat since early Spring, went on a few doses of antibiotics, went to three different docs, gargled with peroxide & some type of sticky-sweet yellow stuff. Still had it. Ramp up the worrying to new unheard of levels as I waited a week to get the results of the scan. I was positive I had throat cancer because I smoke. I took out all my old worries from my bout of breast cancer (see several posts below) and reviewed them in earnest.
Heh! Turns out I am really AM an old fossil. My throat hurts because the ligaments in my neck by my tonsils have calcification on them. Doc could opporate, but he doesn’t like to because it’s so close to sort of important arteries and nerves. Actually, my throat feels a lot better knowing that it’s not cancer. And yes, I have my prescription for Chantix, to help me quit the evil weed.
The second phone call, as I tried to write mind-boggling interesting factoids in my blog, was from DH who was lying in the ER with chest pains. Turns out it was indigestion ~ whew! We keep trying to make our kid an orphan.
I think I have a few more gray hairs as I sit to write this entry. I sure am grateful for all the bullet-dodging though. Plus, all my drawers are clean now.