Hello, g’morning, and happy Tuesday one and all! I had a personal day off from work as planned yesterday, and spent two and a half glorious hours at the lake in near-perfect weather – cloudless sky, beautiful sunshine, and about 75 degrees with a pleasant breeze.

That was after some heavy cleaning during the morning hours. Don’t like thinking about them much. Makes me too annoyed with dh, frankly. We have two covered litter boxes that we keep in our back hall for our 3 feline kids. (My) expectation is that they will be cleaned daily – as I always did when I got home from work when both dh AND I were working, and his commute got him home @ an hour later than me. Now, with dh home a majority of the time, the task has fallen to him, and while he does it daily, he does NOT do it up to my standards. I had to empty them completely, take them out in the back yard and hose them down – and did a thorough sweeping and scrubbing of the back hallway, where little bits of litter had gathered in corners, and actually managed to PILE UP behind the litter boxes. As you might imagine, dh made himself scarce while I did all of this mumbling near-obscenities under my breath and no doubt looking somewhat less cheerful than usual.

(note my deliberate use of UNDERSTATEMENT to describe the atmosphere…) Follow all of that by dismantling the coffee maker and giving THAT a thorough scrubbing….I left the glass coffee carafe in the sink, in a dishpan of hot, sudsy water, and dh annoyed me further by “washing” it and setting it back on the coffee maker. When I picked it up and took a good look at it, it still had that brownish film across the bottom that builds up after about six dozen pots of coffee without thoroughly cleaning the pot. Clearly, dh’s idea of cleaning things is to run them through some sudsy water and then give them a rinse. No attempt at actually cleaning…Grrrrrr!!! So, I did that over again, did a few loads of laundry, which I folded and put away, and then headed down to the lake. Dh had a routine doctor’s appointment, and joined me at the lake when he finished up with that. By then, I had relaxed a bit and was feeling less inclined to throttle him mercilessly. Went home at @ 4:30 and made a batch of black bean patties that turned out perfectly…the best batch yet! We each ate one on pita bread with sliced tomato, baby spinach, avocado slices and just a dab of lite Miracle Whip. Oh, and 20 – count ‘em – exactly 20 kettle cooked russet potato chips for 150 calories. I swear, they are my new addiction!
Tomorrow night, dd3, her dh & kiddos, ds & his fiancée and dh & I are going to bring a cake and ice cream to dd2’s after supper to celebrate her birthday. No point in trying to take her out anywhere – little IzzieBee needs to be fed every hour or so (although she is getting a little better about waiting longer between feedings). I have no idea what to get dd2 for her birthday, though. She’s going to be starting her new job at the end of October, and will need some clothes – unless she’s managed to diet herself back to her pre-pregnancy size, because she has plenty of nice suits and such from before she got pregnant. So, I don’t know. Maybe jewelry. Maybe bath and body works products – actually, yes, that might be the way to go. A nice basket filled with all of her favorite exotic bath products and a bunch of certificates for “babysitting” for an hour or two at a time over the next six months or so that will enable her to give herself a nice “spa treatment” without having to keep one ear to the door for IzzieBee. I KNOW she could never get away for a *real* spa treatment. That’ll have to wait for a while, I’m afraid.
I can hardly believe the wedding is nearly here! Yikes! Oh – and about my outfit. I think I’ve managed to arrive at the proper blend of uniqueness while remaining (nearly) conventional so as not to come across like the eccentric old thing that I actually am. I shall make every effort to get a picture taken and posted before the fact. As to whether or not it gets the
GG seal of approval,
PT…well, I’m hopeful that it will, but if it doesn’t….I’m just not sure! If that were the case, I might just give up and wear something REALLY outrageous right out of my closet! Decisions, decisions….
Nice,
Koala, to see you back to your old posting style. I’ve missed reading you with my morning coffee!
Mary, I could never get much benefit from those spanx things, either. They are too reminiscent of the corsets my mother used to wear, I guess. They seem to just turn your middle into this hard-packed tube – yes, right – like a danged sausage, indeed!

Plus, once I got past wearing the kinds of jeans that you had to lie down on the floor to zip up, I became extremely focused on comfort as opposed to actual shape. Thus began the era(s) of the elastic waists! I’ve never actually changed from that, either. I still look for elastic waists on practically everything I buy. If it’s not a stretchy waist, then it has to be a size larger than usual so that nothing prods or pulls or puts undue pressure where I don’t care to have it. “Freedom’s just another word” (as far as I’m concerned;
sorry, Janis) for
plenty more to lose, but in the meantime, staying as comfortable as possible. Translation: old is never having to pull on a pair of spanx.
Rie/Val….hmmmm…see? Stretch waists tend NOT to fall out from under your tunic! Highly recommended!
K3 – how are you doing? I’m anxiously awaiting more tales of vanquishing the bridge-playing computer program and emerging victorious…I picture you bourn home on the shoulders of your beloved fans, proudly waving a placard reading “Bridge Champ and
Esteemed GG Member”!!!!
Hi
Jane! Welcome aboard! As for Slimfast,
Jane &
MustangK – I just never seem to feel full when I have one of those drinks. Or, I feel full at first, but it wears off too quickly. My tummy requires bulk, which is why I can’t live without my Fiber One, which
Bobbi steered me towards many moons ago. Now I use it in combination with lots of different things and use it grated as a flour substitute in recipes. Eat it in it’s original state every morning with a half a snack baggie full of blueberries and another half a snack baggie full of strawberries – add about a half cup or a little less of skim milk, and it sets me up for most of the day – sometimes straight through until supper. BTW,
Bobbi, the chick peas are definitely a diet staple, as well. Hummus (and I LOVE the artichoke variety, too,
Rie/Val!) and just a handful thrown on top of a tossed green salad, or in soup. I need to check out some other recipes…I do love those little critters…
Carol, I don’t know if you can try them on before buying, but I definitely would spend the money on spanx until you know how they fit/feel. None of us here seems too fond of them, that’s for sure.
How’s your son doing, Tea?

Glad to hear the storm didn’t do any permanent damage,
Lynn. I don’t even know what a nook is? Is it something like a kindle? An Ipad? Good grief…sure feels like I’m out of the techno-loop, doesn’t it?
Gayle, I’m afraid that too many of us grew up watching shows on TV like “leave it to Beaver” and “Father Knows Best” and like that…and we’ve all thought our own families were hopelessly dysfunctional as a result. Turns out that the Cleavers and the (whoever “Father’s” family was) are the ones who were atypical. Now that society has about done a 180 on family values, we’re STILL dysfunctional, but now we’re the old fogies who haven’t kept up with all the new and exciting lifestyles… can’t win, I guess.
Freda! FOURTEEN pounds!!!!! Of course, seeing as how I was hoping for an even 20, it isn’t quite as dramatic as it could’ve been, but I’ll at least look a little less like Ms. Piggy when I get up to dance (oh, no….I’m so scared that I’ll trip on something!

) with my son. Pictures coming soon, I hope. Definitely before the wedding!
Hi
Rosey! Give those furbabies a hug for me! (I really do love the snuggly little creatures…I guess I’m just too used to my ever-so-independent khat family, who only launch themselves into my lap after much humble begging and cajoling and promising treats on MY part…)
Nancy, show us more outfits, please! I’m really enjoying these little fashion shows! And
Lyn, I’m certainly hoping that you were able to outrun Irene and get safely away on your Canadian vacation.
Over and out…time to do a little work. Have a good day, everybody!
Z