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.