Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Good Times

Fun drive home.  Can raindrops be the size of golf balls?  I thought for sure they were gonna break my windshield.  Then it started to hail.  Well...this can't be good.  Do I try to drive through it and just get home?  Do I pull over and wait it out?  Driving 50 mph against hail is surely not safe.  Pulled over...briefly. Then decided to just get home and in the garage.

Once safely in my garage, I tried to survey any damage.  So far, so good.  I'll know more tomorrow, when I can pull it out into the (please, Lord) sunlight.

But now a new dilemma.  See, I'm not fortunate enough to have an attached garage.  But...okay...I am fortunate to have a garage.  Excuse the whining.  I now have to get into the house.  And I have on my brand new New Balance shoes.  So, off they come--and run for cover.  Ouch!  Didn't think about the hazards of running barefoot over hail stones.

Safely in the house now, soaking my bruised feet.  Good times in Oklahoma!

Monday, April 18, 2011

Last Supper

Terri and I went to Logan's Steakhouse Saturday night.  My dear, sweet, innocent, strong, brave friend is getting her first installment of braces on Tuesday.  It was exactly 7 years ago that I, too, was excited to undergo the same torture.  Unbeknownst to me, it would be 24 months before my next steak.  So I felt it my duty to not only warn her, but insist on sharing her last real meal.

Oh yes, my friend, chow down on the peanuts, because after Tuesday, it will not be worth the effort.

Angus beef, medium rare please.  Enjoy every morsel.  See the sour cream and butter on the baked potato?  Next week, you will be living on such.  Not the potato, mind you, but the sour cream and butter are a shoe-in.  Basically anything that requires absolutely no movement of the jaws.  Just swallowing.

You may think I'm cruel for pointing out all the disadvantages of braces.  But I, personally, like to know ahead of time what I'm in for.  Just tell me up-front, so I know what misery to expect.

I should've gotten a picture of your beautiful smile, which in 24 months will be even more beautiful. In the meantime, stock up on yogurt, ice cream, broth, and jello.  At least you don't have a grown son who will refer to you as "brace-face" for the next couple of years.

Saturday, April 09, 2011

It's Saturday and I Don't Have to Mow!

Which is why I have time to blog.

Big night out with Terri Tuesday.  We saw "Aluminum" at the PAC.  Although at times I felt like I had gone back 20 years and was watching my kids play with assorted dryer hoses, slinkies and tin foil, I did appreciate the energy of the young dancers.  But really, just not my cuppa tea.  The Belgian Waffle at IHOP afterwards gets two thumbs up, though.

Last evening was spent with a group of 30-somethings at my daughter-in-law's Spray Tan Party.  I immediately accepted the invite early in the week, but as time progressed, so did my anxiety level.  I had visions of George Hamilton or Robin Williams in "Old Dogs."  Which is very appropriate because I was the oldest dog at the party.  I had almost backed out when my "Aluminum" buddy said -- let's go for it.  I think there were four of us there that were 50 & over.  That helped.  And the Spray Tan professional is indeed professional.  She has recently moved to OK from California, where she sprayed Hollywood stars and has been featured in magazines.  So.  Long story, short.  I am NOT orange.  And I think she gave me abs!  Yes! High five!  And I must say, it was very energizing being around these young ladies.  They are hilarious!  LOVE THEM!

I went to yoga early this morning to get in 30 minutes of cardio on the track. There was an elderly woman there, instructing her tween and teen grandchildren on the proper use of the weight machines.  Classic.

During my 30 minute walk, I multi-tasked by reviewing my latest memorization project in my head.  The Sermon on the Mount.  Proud to say I have successfully memorized through the end of Matthew 5.  Right up to "Be perfect, therefore, as your heavenly Father is perfect."  One of the benefits of memorizing is that it makes you have to slow down and meditate on the scripture.  I need something to slow down my thoughts.  This seems to be working.

Yoga was tough today.  I've missed the last 3 weeks, and I think she was punishing me.  She has it in for me anyway, 'cause she knows I mainly come for Janet's sake.  I've almost gotten kicked out a couple of times for talking or giggling.  Or maybe I'm paranoid.  Or maybe I'm trying to get kicked out.

It's already 88 degrees and it's only noon.  I do NOT like to turn on my A/C until May.  I've griped all winter about being cold, so I will embrace the warmth.  I will embrace the warmth.  I will embrace the warmth.

I've been on a junk food kick lately and am determined to start eating healthier. Just got home from Walmart, where I bought mostly fresh vegetables, fruit, and other healthy crap.  Had few enough items that I could check out in the Express Lane.  Still cost me 72 bucks.   Holy cow!  It's expensive to eat healthy!   A cold Starbucks' frappuchino isn't cheating, is it? I didn't think so.

Monday, April 04, 2011

No Good Deed Goes Unpunished

This weekend I couldn't put off mowing the grass clover any longer.  But alas, the riding lawn mower refused to come out of hibernation.  So yes, I "push" mowed about an acre, not once, but twice because, as you know, clover doesn't cut easily, it simply bends over.  (I know, that was a really long sentence.) 

Did I mention it was HOT this weekend?  I seriously thought I was having a heat stroke!  My poor cats didn't know what to make of it when I came in and literally sprawled out face down on the formica kitchen table.

So I guess I whined sufficiently on Sunday to guilt one of the men in our Small Group to come out this morning and fix my lawn tractor.  Thank you, Mark!  My knight in shining armor.

Found out tonite that while Mark was at my house, burglars were at his. Cleaned. Him. Out.  Plasma TV, jewelery, hunting gear, etc.  I'm feeling sort of responsible.  :`(