Happy New Year, everybody! May 2010 bring you all every good thing you wish for and a few you hadn't thought of.
Bargoo, I do know it gets cold in California. When I lived in Davis, we used to often get a period in winter when the temps never hit 40 F and there was pea soup fog. This could last for weeks. Freezing was not unusual in winter and we even had snow on occasion.
Right now here in Amsterdam, although cold, it is a beautifully clear day. Great start to the new year
Just to get my 2 cents in here---it's now -7F with wind chill about -25F---I really, really wonder what made the original settlers to this area stay here after the first winter I'd have been gone as soon as the melt came!
Operator-glad to see you back. How's school going?
Gary thank you for the smile! Today was going to be the day that I was a slug... going to sleep in and basically do nothing today. WELL my dh is up and at it...I hear the saw downstairs going and he is busy busy busy...doing something in the spare room...which btw is his walk-in closet. He won't tell me because I always pooh-pooh his ideas...REALLY? So much for my slug day... I gotta MOVE IT BABY!
'Twas the month after Christmas,
and all through the house
Nothing would fit me, not even a blouse.
The cookies I'd nibbled, the eggnog I'd taste at the holiday parties had gone to my waist.
When I got on the scales
there arose such a number!
When I walked to the store
(less a walk than a lumber).
I'd remember the marvelous meals I'd prepared;
The gravies and sauces and beef nicely rared,
The wine and the rum balls, the bread and the cheese
And the way I'd never said, "No thank you, please."
As I dressed myself in my husband's old shirt
And prepared once again to do battle with dirt---
I said to myself, as only I can
" You can't spend a winter disguised as a man! "
So--away with the last of the sour cream dip,
Get rid of the fruit cake, every cracker and chips
Every last bit of food that I like must be banished
" Till all the additional ounces have vanished.
I won't have a cookie--not even a lick.
I'll want to chew only on a long celery stick.
I won't have hot biscuits, or corn bread, or pie,
I'll munch on a carrot and quietly cry.
I'm hungry, I'm lonesome, and life is a bore---
But isn't that what January is for?
Unable to giggle, no longer a riot.
Happy New Year to all and to all a good diet!"
I didn't drink the champagne last night and feel like having it in OJ this morning. Anybody?
I really don't remember when my hallucinations started!
I'd have been gone as soon as the melt came!
