So, where's
PT? Come out, come out, wherever you are! Oh, what a crazy week this has been/is! Busy, of course, is good, because it makes the time fly by, and when I'm at work, that's how I like it. The trouble is that my off-work time flies by just as quickly, and I don't like that nearly as much. This morning I have to be in Boston for a meeting at 9:30, so I get to leave a little later, which is nice. Then back to the office...not so nice. Hah! My life seems to be in a holding pattern of "nice" followed always by "not so nices". Maybe it's that way for everybody? Last night, my bum felt a little sore. It hadn't felt sore before that, but for some reason, it felt sore last night. I felt a huge lump on one side...I mean, it felt like there was maybe a smallish apple embedded in the flesh of my right rump, and it was quite tender to the touch. For some reason, all I could think of was how perfectly healthy I've been all my life, and that the axe was overdue to fall. Craziness, I know, but that's what was going through my mind, even though I couldn't for the life of me think of any serious diseases that start off with a lump in your rear end. I asked DH to feel it, and so he did, and he pulled my panties down in the back to look, and said, "Whoa! You've got a HUGE bruise back here! A HUGE black bruise!" So I went into the bathroom to check it out myself, and sure enough, there's a dark black spot back there the size of a fist. I mean DARK black! I can't ever remember seeing a bruise that black before! Couldn't for the life of me think of how I could've gotten it until I remembered falling on my back on the rocks when we were down in Newport. My granddaughter and I were out climbing on the rocks when a big wave came in and quite literally knocked me flat down. I leapt right up again, and didn't think much about it except that we were laughing, and one of my flip-flops came off, and I was screetching about that, and then a wave brought it back and my granddaughter grabbed it...well, I just didn't think any more about falling because we were too busy hooting and hollering and being silly. But I guess I got a good jab on my rear from one of those pieces of rock and never even realized it. Must've been a pretty GOOD jab, too, to make such a bad bruise and create such a big old lump. Seems so weird that I didn't feel it or notice it until last night. Oh, well. At least I know it's from an injury, and isn't some ugly sort of disease causing it.
Rosey, it looks like you really have a good time with those grandkiddos of yours! Aren't they just precious? I have such fun with mine! More fun, I think than when my own kiddos were young, because I was too busy working, taking care of the house, paying bills and trying to raise them right to just lay back and enjoy myself, you know? Oh, we had our fun times - our vacations, our Monopoly nights, our weekend jaunts together, but it was still the daily "get your homework done; clean up your room; stop teasing your brother" stuff that I don't have to contend with now....now it can be all fun and games, and then send them home for Mama and Daddy to worry about the homework and chores. I LOVE this time of life, I swear!
Yep,
Bobbi, a whole cup full of Fiber One, or a whole cup of this other cereal that I recently found in the organic section of the grocery store - Barbara's Ultima high fiber. It has 12 grams of fiber per cup, so that mixed with my yogurt and a cup (or more) of blueberries - and sometimes strawberries, too - in the morning gets me off to a good start. I've got to say that when I get everything mixed together - the yogurt, the cereal and berries - the yogurt gets a little bit lost. It's more like eating a blueberry and cereal salad because the yogurt gets spread pretty thin, but it's a yummy combination, and I'll not be too happy when blueberry season passes this year.
Lynn, isn't spending time with your sister just great? I know that I really treaure those times I spend with mine a few times a year. She and I always talk about how "when we get old" we'll buy a little cottage on the beach together and live out our old age smelling the salt water and looking out to sea every day without a care in the world. I have to chuckle thinking about our "old age". I wonder what we think we're in now? (And she's 12 years older than me!!!)
Freda, my granddaughter is 9, and the grandson (her cousin) that goes with us on our "field trips" is 8. My older daughter's children are 14 & 19. The 19-year-old is a sophomore in college already! And there are my little twinnies, of course, almost 18 months old now. And that's my 6. My son hasn't produced any yet, which is just as well, since he and his fiancee aren't married yet, and plan to do that and get themselves a house before they start having any babies. An altogether good plan, in my opinion.
Hello
Mary, hello
Karen3, and I, too, am wondering where
Karen31 is, and where our
Isabella has gotten herself off to. Time to check in,
Isabella, dear!
Oh! I'm back on track with my eating. I always get back on track during the week. It's the weekends that do me in.
Have a good day, GGs!

Z