Good morning,
GG’s!!! I trust all are having a relatively pleasant week…and I use the term “relatively” because I know that some of you,
like my own poor self 
, are working. Such a darned shame! I swear that independent wealth is wasted on the independently wealthy! Now we
Golden Girls would really know how to use unlimited funds, would we not?
I know if
I had a net worth of a coupla hundred kazillion dollars, I’d be typing this in the luxury of my personal spa….picture me in one of those REALLY plush white terry robes with my hair in a designer turban, my skin all gleamingly fresh and dewy, and my body in PERFECT shape thanks to my personal trainer
whom I am paying to do my exercising for me.
I am, of course, surrounded by lush tropical plants and flowers, soothing music is being piped in, and my khats, Yoko & Daisy, are lying regally in the sun on velvet cushions wearing diamond-studded collars. Oh, and of course I have a pair of Poms, as well, and they, too, have diamond studded collars, but their pillows are of the finest tapestry. And POOF! All of that
disappears into the fog, and here I am, back at my freaking desk getting ready to decide which project is the most pressing, and what I should do first. (That was easy – FIRST, I should check in on 3FC!
)
Moxie, about the timing of that accident…kind of goose-bumpish, isn’t it? And yet, doesn’t it seem like timing is responsible for a multitude of occurrences in our lives – and often, even, for our deaths? If only someone hadn’t run that red light, if only the ball hadn’t gone out into the street, or
on the positive side of the coin, what if you hadn’t stopped for munchies??? I am more inclined to think that our lives are governed by our choices, and that sometimes, when we feel compelled to make a certain choice – even when it seems like a poor one, we sometimes have to just let our instincts guide us despite all the intellectual reasons why we shouldn’t do something. In your case (and it seems to me in many cases) you fought against it, argued with yourself over it, and ultimately had to give in because the urge was so strong. And therefore you were saved from an accident, and maybe even your very life was saved! Tends to make you wonder if we don’t possess some inner knowledge that we aren’t aware of in our daily, conscious lives, eh? In fact, I’ll bet that everybody has a similar story or two if they really thought about it. Well, wherever the warning came from, I’m glad that you’re safe and still with us!
Good grief,
Karen! Snow on the mountaintop already???? Lovely picture, and I have to say that we’ve recently had a few WAY too hot and miserably muggy days, but even so, I’m in no rush whatsoever for winter to get here. The pictures of your Poms make me want to run out and get some, they’re just so adorable! Unfortunately, both DH & I work every day, and the poor things would undoubtedly be harassed something awful by our “mean” khat, Yoko. She’s a small, delicate little creature, but has a VERY assertive personality! It’s odd, actually. My DH is a very friendly and outgoing fellow, not in the least afraid of public speaking or any of that rot, but he’s essentially very laid-back, mellow, and calm individual who makes very few demands on those around him (including me, which is very pleasant). The man does NOT get angry – ever! And our khat Daisy is just like him! She’s a placid beastie, unruffled, and very tolerant of Yoko’s performing and carrying on which sort of mirrors my personality and the way DH & I interact. (I'm not mean, but I'm...um...energetic!
) Do you think pets grow to be like their owners, or do their owners grow to be like them? Sort of a which came first, the chicken or the egg question.
Oh Lordie,
Jo-annie! Aren’t
we the pair? My colleague Jack is forever wanting to walk over to Copley Square for lunch where we can “kibbutz” and strategize without being overheard, and I’m always in some freaking “pretty but
pretty dysfunctional” heeled sandal. After the last time, I told him if he wanted to have lunch there, he’d have to carry me over his shoulder.
He hasn’t mentioned it again. I’m going to check in on your lifestyle scale and see if I can do it. You KNOW how I am with guidelines and doing what I’m supposed to do. But, seeing as how it’s YOU, I’m going to give it the ole’ college try.
Oh
Gayle! Aren’t there any other hospitals in the area where you could work? With the demand for nurses these days, I thought they could just about write their own ticket! Seems downright stupid
of your current employers to
not concern themselves with your job satisfaction. Please don’t continue on as unhappy as you are there! I’m sure there must be other options. (Aren’t there?) Life is too short to have to feel that unhappy about your work. I’m not that thrilled with where I am, and would hightail it out of here if not for 2 things: (1) They contribute 100% to my pension account, which is with ING, and has shot up like I can hardly believe, and (2) I am only 70% vested, and in 3 years I’ll be 100% vested and can take my money & run. Which is my
plan.
Three more years and counting
every second.
Marylynn, what you said about
old fat being
tough fat? Yeah. I’ve noticed that, too. I sorta picture
my fat cells as these gargantuan old women who maybe drove cabs and smoked cigars all their lives – got a few tattoos on their ham-like forearms, raised a family of six sons and could out-cuss and out-wrestle them any day of the week. And THIS is what I’m up against? “Uuumh, Ma’am? Uuumh, d’you think you might possibly consider LEAVING??? And she glances over at me with the same irritation she’d feel towards a particularly annoying GNAT, and says, “You tawkin’ ta ME, hunny??” Yeah, THIS is what we’re up against with that tough old fat, for sure!
Ahhh,
Lily! Weren’t
those the days? That was back when we were going to change the world, eh? Well, some things changed, and other things stayed the same. I wish we could say that all of the changes were for the better, but I’m not so sure…. Then again, maybe that’s just my inner old lady talking. We old folks ALWAYS talk about “the good ole’ days”…(even when they weren’t so good.)
Well, greetings to all of you fly-bys, and all the
Golden Girlies, wherever you are! (
Theresa! C’mon back! We are missing you, girl!
)
And remember, everyone…..
THE SCALES LIE!!!!!! 
TTFN,
Z 
I am down to 156. One more till I reach my 2nd. goal. 
I'm sure you will like it here and we look forward to getting to know more about you. We all seem to be working towards the same goal and just have to find what works for you. I know you will find lots of encouragement here. 
Happy Happy Friday!!
I got on the scale at home this am and I was a little below 200!!!!! 
It's not an official weight so I'm not changing my tracker yet...but I'm excited. Now, of course, I'm going on vacation for a week so the challenge will be to keep it up over vacation.
Post often so we get to know you.
