Used to be

Used to be after a night out, I'd plow under the covers and not emerge until the elephant got off my head. Now, I go out for a quiet evening with the ladies, sit through a movie, and get home to find sick baby who needs tender loving care for two nights.

Used by be that I could give my kids that tender loving care for a week or so and still revive my own weary body with quick cat naps here and there. Now I drag myself out of bed and gaze into the deep wrinkled dark circles under my eyes knowing they will remain there for at least three days.

Used to be I could pack a 40 backpack up to the top of Mt. Whitney. Nowadays I am dead tired after walking 2.7 miles around our local reservoir (perhaps I shouldn't have done it three days in a row, one of them pushing a baby stroller).

Used to be I ate hamburgers and fries for dinner followed by a hot fudge sundae and weighed 115 pounds. Now I eat lean cuisine and a healthy helping of extra veggies and the scale tips 144. (2 more pounds and weight watchers is going to make me pay).

Used to be that I read a book every couple of weeks. Now it takes me months because I go to bed, open the book, and fall asleep within a dozen pages.

Used to be, perhaps only a year or so ago, that I would write in this blog almost everyday. Now I write in this blog almost every week.

Okay, I'm recovering from sick baby, resting my aching feet, tossing away the half dozen chocolate kiss wrappers, and heading off to bed to finish one book and start a new one. Notice I have written in this blog too. Wasn't I supposed to watch Academy Awards of something tonight? Oops, used to be I'd remember things like that.

Oops, it's been another week

I am not lazy. I am not lazy. I just haven't had time to write. It's frustrating. My fingers long to fumble over the keyboard even if it's just a brain dump. Trouble is by the time I'm ready to brain dump, my brain is asleep.

It's raining. It's pouring. Told old man is snoring... at least I hope he is since if he's not snorting, he will be feeding slot machines.

Yes, we have had quite a storm. So bad that I drove the one block to work today. I still got soaked. Perhaps it is better to walk with an umbrella through the puddles and such than to try to exit and enter one's car opening and closing umbrella at the same time.

That's it. I quit. I have a project to work on. Must get my nightcap made before the red hat pajama party. That is nightcap as in what you wear on your head, not the drink.

Updates

Look for updates to Baby J (now Little J) and RHS Molls - see links at left

I feel sick...

Yesterday:

I feel like I'm going to puke. There's just no pretty way to say that. Here I am in Pilates Class, half way through the class. We are balancing on an exercise ball. On our stomachs.

I listen to the instructor, "make sure the ball is under your pubic bone, otherwise you will feel sick." I check. The ball is properly placed. I still feel sick.

"Now walk forward on your hands." I inch forward, the ball is under my thighs. I feel sicker.

"Rest there." Yeah sure. My arms are shaking. My lunch is in my throat.

"Okay, lift your right hand and place it further out." I tell myself it's all in my head. Breathe. Concentrate, lift the hand. The hand lifts then hits the floor two inches away with a loud slap. It echos through the silent room.

"Now the left hand." Okay. Finally I have inched my way out and the ball is under my shins. Sweat drips on the floor in front of me.

"Hold it there." I'm working vigorously to hold the food down. It's there. It's going to come up. No, no, concentrate, breathe.

"One thousand... three, one thousand... two, one thousand... one. Okay, walk back." At last it's over. I look at the floor sure that I'm going to implant my nose three feet from the ball. I wonder if I'll barf when it happens. I start to inch my way back, slowly. No that won't work. Must go fast. Can't balance. I give it one big heave ho and slide off the back of the ball. I look at my classmates as they slowly and with grace inch back, easing off the ball.

I did make it through the class. I didn't throw up. Got home. Went to bed. Woke up 12 hours later. Gosh I hurt today.

Wottbots

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Hey - my links work again - just had to tweak the addresses.... once again

Links

Okay the links aren't working to my other blogs - once again. Go figure.

Other than that...
Went to my first yoga class tonite - I am the class klutz
Celebrated Baby J's 1st birthday on Valentines Day
Baby J walks across the room now
I'm going to the Red Hat Society Convention in Dallas in April
Got my red cowgirl hat and purple jeans
Looking for purple evening gown
Still behind on Bay to Breakers Training
It's storming so hard I got soaked under my umbrella walking the one block home from work (yes I have a very short commute)

The Picture

Bay to Breaker Training:
Friday - the day's not over yet and it's not looking good.
Thursday 6791
Wednesday 3984 + Pilates
Tuesday 6477

Okay - you asked for it - here it is - the Purple Bra Purse



Bette Midler - highlight of my week. The arena was packed for her fabulous three hour performance. I want her energy. She's 4 years older than me. Half my size and twice as fast.

Well here we are with another three day weekend. Special for everyone but me since Monday is my normal day off. I gotta change that.

Okay, signing off to create slippers for tomorrows Reduation.

Gadgets and Such

Monday 7749
Sunday 11761
Saturday 6611
Friday - got my new pedometer - this one is really great - it's from New Lifestyles - Okay, I'll admit it, I am a total gadget freak - I got the top of the line - It calculates steps, calories, bmi, and.... it keeps track of my steps for 7 whole days. All I must commit to now is 10,000 steps per day... well how about an average 10,000 steps per day.

Some red hatters are making purses out of bras. I found a 40DD purple padded bra on a sale rack for $3. I swear the clerk looked up and down at me... just a bit confused... oh well, what can I say... perhaps I stuff them with two rolls of toilet paper. Went home and spent two hours figuring out how to make the purse. A little red bead trim, straps are the handle. It's pretty cool. I'll have to take a picture.

Theatre last night: Art & Soul Cafe - this is great fun. 4 ladies who meet at coffee shop for years - good tunes - enjoyed by all us red hatters.

Tonite: I get to go see BETTE MIDLER!!!!!!!! Whoopeeee - I'm sooooooooo happy.

101 Days

Still not counting. Ordered new pedometer because I don't have time to shop. Might do the 10,000 step challenge -hey I gotta do something.

Someone brought Jelly Bellys into the office. I am a Jelly Belly Addict. I had not had a single Jelly Belly since I endured 5 new crowns last year. Thought I'd eat just one Jelly Belly. Only one. Then I decided I could handle one a minute? Now I'm officially off the Jelly Belly wagon full bore. That bag won't last long and then I'll have to buy another and another and another. Or I'll have to go to Costco and buy a case of those quart sized jars, all 49 flavors.

By the way, the first Jelly Belly I ever ate was consumed out of a gift from my Big Brother many years ago. It was a red can full of Jelly Bellys. I still have the can. It's all his fault.

102 Days

????? Steps ?????? Still no pedometer - no time to shop. But, I did do my one hour Pilates training. Feels like I'm finally making progress. Hey, I can do three pushups now, that's progress.

Found another group I should join - Messie's Anonymous - hey wait a minute... I'm the Messie's Codependent... I like things neat, tidy, uncluttered. Is there a Messanon meeting somewhere???

Groudhog Day - my oldest son turned 30 today. I am getting old.

Heard Punxatawny Phil saw his shadow - 6 more weeks of winter. Where I live today was cold, blustery winds, a mix of showers and hail, with an ocassional burst of sunshine. If Punxatawny Phil lived here, he would be confused.

Worked today at my job job. Usually don't work there on Mondays so it feels like Tuesday. Oh well, I get Friday off -- a 4 day weekend, earned and deserved.

103 Days

Saturday 611 steps - hey that's what my pedometer said. I went out and walked a couple of miles but only got credit for 611 steps. Guess that's what happens when you buy a $9.95 model. Going shopping for a new one this afternoon... that is if I am able to complete printing W2s, 1099s, Sales Tax Returns, Payroll returns... WORK is calling.