Yahoo has been fiddling again. You need to got to YahooGroups, then to "account info" and then to "marketing preferences". Then mark all those little boxes so kindly marked by Yahoo with "yes" to "NO, not in a million years!". Otherwise they hunt you down like a dog and make you buy stuff. How rude.
Amazing what they'll do to annoy you if you don't keep an eye on 'em.
Hope everyone had a happy Easter. I just got home this evening from Boston. Had a great time, ate way too much expensive food, went to the Improv club and Aida. Both excellent. Raided Filene's Basement.
I had a lovely Easter. It was sunny and warm all weekend. I worked in the yard and am totally amazed with how much more work I need to do. Had my Bro and his annoying gf ( of 15 years) and his girls over. Also my sis and bil and sweetie pie nephew too. Even though I talked the Easter dinner plan over with the dietican last week, (eat a little ham, and a slew of asparagus) I ate all kinds of bad stuff that was sooooo good.
I am really steamed this morning. In a moment of insanity I co-signed for my son to buy some wheels. His reason was that it would help him establish credit, blah, blah, blah. Apparently he is late on his payment and it has been reported to the credit bureau. I got a lovely collection call this morning. I'm going to choke him. He got a bad mark on my credit report for a lousy $800 loan. I'm going to pay it off and take it out of his tax return, and that will be the last time I'm ever crazy enough to co-sign for an 18 year old.
I miss Lush, too, Sugar. What could we do to get her back here?
Happy Easter! We went up to Iowa where the in-laws force-fed us for almost three days (and then sent us home with more food.) I took today off and took the boys to the park to skate. My Little Guy can skate now! Yay! But it means he's getting old. Boo!
Veg*n/Spark/Bellydance/Yoga/Weights/Jogging/Tae Kwon Do
Hey Peachie, you must be really lonely this week, so you can post and post and post Did you read that article I sent you yet?
I did my hairnet lady thing today. I'm getting to be an old pro lunch lady. Oy. (For those not keeping up, I'm not doing school lunch, I'm working at Meals for Me--like Meals on Wheels) Really keeps me up to date on all the retiree gossip in town. Today I had to listen to a revolting story about some old man buying condoms by the gross. Then I got to hear it again.
Are really just older young guys, Kiwi. And you know how those old folks are anyway, they love to buy in bulk to save a penny.
I have nothing interesting to say - I'm still behaving myself diet wise and I actually went walking in the morning and the pm yesterday. And in the am today and darn it, I may take the dog for a walk this evening. However, the speed of my weightloss is kinda like watching paint dry. Only slower and more boring. Like this post.
I am too blubberbutted. I am tired of it. I was certain I'd lose weight while the boys were away but it hasn't worked AT ALL. Yesterday, I did this juice fast thing and by dinner I was nearly unconscious. Really. I went to the local Po Boys restaurant where, I saw on the marquis as I drove into the lot (I am STRESSING THAT I DID NOT GO THERE BECAUSE I KNOW I AM AN OLD BAT) that is was senior citizens night and 30 percent anything on the menu was the game.
Inside it looked like Romper Room for the over 70 gang. Little grey heads everywhere.
So I put my name on the list. I was first. After me came other gangs of people looking for that discount. The woman called Peaches and it turned out that several of the women were named Peaches. I hated it. Leave me alone and let me eat.
Then they put me at this table right by the line of Peacheses and I ordered from the best waiter in the world who fed me and had me out of there lickety split. But I was almost blind with lack of nutrition. I hate this.
Kiwi, I read and answered your email. If you go to the website for Globus tours and look at their classical Greece one, you'll see where they went. Because of Easter, their tour got rearranged. Too many ppl at Corinth or something. Anyhow after two days of not hearing from them, I imagine my baby and Herbie kidnapped and sold on the dessert and I decided I had to call them. First, you can't just dial Greece. The number they give you and the directions from Spring don't jive and, on Easter, all the Sprint (or whatever) operators were having hormone surges that made them quite nasty. Finally, one dialed the number for me after I demanded her supervisor so I could just cry on her shoulder. After the hotel answered, she said, "see, there you are. They answered just fine." In order words she interrupted my call.
But they werent' there. He told me where and I made another operator dial again.
I can find them easily by now. DS has taken many rolls of film. Woudln't it be nice if some of them turned out? He had his birthday there. He saw an elementary school built in the 16th century. He tasted kalimari. The hotels are beautiful. Herbie bought walkie talkies for the whole bunch so the kids can't run away so easy. DS especially likes the Cd the tour guide plays on the bus. Chants and stuff.
I miss Lush too. and Frappe. All I have is cats. Wonder if Lush lived near where my ex moved in PA.
p.s. How long to condoms last? Maybe he could set up a table at the flea market.
not good morning. I have a chest cold. Or bronchitis. Or pneumonia. I'm not going to sling hash with the oldsters today; I don't want to infect them. Coughing into the vat of mashed potatoes is a definite no-no.
Peaches, you actually sound a bit light-headed. Glad you found sustenance. Silly that Easter changed the tour's plans to Greece, since Greek Easter isn't until May 5th. I never forget Greek Easter because it was on Greek Easter many years ago that I discovered that I was allergic to magiritsa soup. Who knew? It's a good thing the ex-bf and I didn't stay together or I would be explaining that to wizened old Greek women for the rest of my life.
Well, I have to go cough a lot. And I haven't finished eating all of the Easter candy... So bye.
Peaches, the ugly truth is that you have to eat less and exercise more. It's so silly for me to go to a dietician to have her tell me things I already know. I'm not sure that I even like her. However, I will continue to go to her because that's what I seem to need to stay on track. She can't even figure my body fat because her calculations don't work because 1. I have very muscular calves and 2. big boobs and 3. I'm short. According to her it throws all her calculations off. Did you ever hear of such a thing?
I'm gardening up a storm here. It was a sunny, lovely 72 degrees today.
They still haven't found the 2 girls that are missing here.