Hello all....I am rather annoyed that it is 8:00 (here) already and we just finished supper (as usual) and the evening is about shot. This is what
always happens on weeknights. Home from work, exercise (maybe), cook, eat, and read for 15 minutes and go to bed. Well, tomorrow I’m going to HAVE to stay awake and alert...it’s my YOUNGEST daughter’s 30th birthday. The big Three-Oh, and we’re having a big “do” for her Saturday evening complete with a slide show of her life from the time I brought her home from the hospital in her “ittle pink blankie“. My middle daughter (the one who just got the award) is putting the slide show together, so she’s coming over after work tomorrow to go through albums and pick out pictures and scan them. I don’t know how long it will take, but something tells me it’s going to be a late night for us old folks.
Well, I am being SO careful about my eating this week - got menus for myself, and am even
weighing everything. I’m following the Wendi plan, but because I haven’t been exercising as much as I should, what with feeling tired and drained from all that coughing and sneezing (I still have coughing & sneezing fits four or five times a day) I just haven’t worked up the energy to do it. So, anyway, I’m doing the Wendi, but I scaled the points back because of being so sedentary lately. For example, on my super high day (today) I had 32 instead of 37 points, and I scaled the other days back by five points each, too. I WILL lose this last eighteen pounds, dagnabit!
Elliebelle, can I tell you that if I snuck something after DH was in bed, it’s highly unlikely that it would be three lousy cookies. If I’m going to cheat, I do some SERIOUS cheating, and that’s all there is to it. Three cookies would be a drop in the bucket. Heck, three cookies is hardly even cheating, when you come right down to it. (Best you dump them, though....if you’re anything like me, you’ll get back to them sooner or later. I just can’t keep sweets in the house anymore, period.) Oh - and you needn’t feel weird about feeling better joining up with the crew, here....everybody feels that way! And I’m so sorry that you had a bad day!
Rosey, what’s it like, living in Alaska? I’ve always wondered. I know this sounds really stupid, but geography was just never one of my best subjects. Does it get really dark there in winter? I mean, like for most of the day?
LindaD! Smaller tops! OMIGAWD, that’s awesome, lady!!!! Way to GO! Congrats! You’re doing SO well....
And congrats on YOUR two pounds,
Marylynn!!! Wow! I’m really beginning to think that hanging out here with you folks is a GOOD IDEA!
Nice seeing you,
Trish <picture me trying to grab for your tail feathers as you fly by> And I don’t think you could EVER be as un-energetic as me....
Oh,
Karen, you must be so sick of people traipsing through your house...I know I would be. But of course it’s got to be done. What are they talking about, your bottom dollar? Like you’re going to cut to the chase and tell them the absolute lowest you’d take! Oh, man. You KNOW I would be getting nasty with these folks, right? Maybe when we get ready to sell, I’d better make myself scarce when someone comes to look, huh?
Omigawd,
Lori! Compared to
me, you did GREAT with that walking tape thing. I’d probably sit on the couch to watch it!
Omigosh,
Ali...that lightening sure was a little too close for comfort! Be careful, lady...we kinda like having you around!
Hi
Lynn (and everybody)...thanks for the nice remarks about Kimbie. Sometimes it’s so hard for me to think of these children as grown ups...in fact, it never fails to take me completely by surprise when they accomplish these sorts of things. I guess I’m always thinking of them out in the backyard climbing the apple tree or playing hopscotch in the driveway. It dumbfounds me how they all got so old when I didn’t age a bit!
Congrats,
Meowee-Linda, on your “two pounds below ticker”. Yay!
Hi
Ann...it must be hard with your DH in hospice. Just drop in here when you can, and we’ll be glad to see you.
Good grief,
Jo-annie! I’m glad you weren’t there when that storm hit! You take care of yourself now, you hear?
Lyn! It’s haute here, too! What’s going on???? I’ll tell you, those people who laugh at Al Gore are going to being laughing out of the other side of their face before long! The weather patterns are very definitely changing!
TEE....let us know about Le job!!!!!!
Okay. That’s the best I can do. My old eyes are shagging at half mast.
Take good care, y’all, and anyone I missed...well, you KNOW it wasn’t deliberate!
G’nitey-nite,
GG’s!
Z 
I went out to walk at lunch and sweated my bunns off. Who says there is no such thing as Global Warming. Normally we've had our first frost by now. I shouldn't complain as my tomatoes are still ripening on the vine.
So I wasn't happy at all. BTW this vet took over for a wonderful vet that left about 2 years ago. So anyway, I called my neighbor and asked her who she uses and when I called them they said to bring her in at 3:30 this afternoon. I've never been to this guy before!! So he looked at her and was just so nice I will be changing vets for sure! The deal with her leg is that she actually pulled a muscle or strained it. So he gave her an injection of Rimadyl plus a RX for the pills too. Now I just have to try to keep her quiet for a week !!! 
This picture is Sissy with a little toy that she has really latched on to and I took it with me to the vet today. I was holding Sissy when he came in and her Pink blanket and this toy were on the examing table. When he looked at the toy he said, "Gee, I don't know if I can treat that!" She also has a little "bump" on the top of her left foot and he just said to watch it for now.... could be just a mole or it could be more serious but for now we can just relax. 
Then, of course, during the winter you get to go to work in the dark and come home in the dark.
Hope you'll come by often. I moved to FL 3 yrs. ago from NH. Like you, I don't miss the winter, but I miss everything else, especially the fall.
That's a great idea about having a slide show of her life. She'll really enjoy it.
) Hopefully Mr. Scale