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Yesterday, while we were working out together because we are trying to do that every now and then, I noticed the flowers in the outside flower box at the living room window shaking. After a somewhat brutal shoulder routine, meaning I was practically giggling throughout because it wasn’t hard in the least for me, finally I took a break to see what was going on outside. read more…
Just in Case.
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So, I finally took advantage of that wonderful floor jack Drill Sergeant Dave gave me for my birthday and changed the oil in my car for the first time in our own garage, and without car club supervision. A success, but with scary moments.
The process had taken some time to get to because I didn’t have jack stands, a staple in the garage if you’ve been witness to some of the tragedies I’ve seen over the years. My garage, my rules and that’s just the way it is. We’re trying hard not to spend money so I had to wait. After about a month, we were able to free up enough cash so I could get the stands I insisted upon (4 ton – I’ll never trust 3 ton and don’t need anything as massive as 6 ton and must have solid welds). I also needed an oil drain pan, wrench, and replacement oil. Done, done, done, and done at last. read more…
Wedded Bliss (or Blisters?).
The blueberries out back are almost finished up, the day lilies are over with, the Goldfinches never returned in the numbers we once enjoyed, and my eyes feel like they’ve gone through a triple workout today. It’s been a difficult start to the month and I realize I’m sounding like a broken record.
The neighborhood had what was touted as “The Wedding of the Century” last weekend (no, not Chelsea’s), regardless of how early in the century it is or that these people are nobodies like the rest of us around here. The widower’s oldest daughter, after two years of cancellations due to her dying mother, finally married…and forgot to invite anyone on the street to either wedding or at home reception. read more…
Toys.
Remember when I mentioned last month Mr. Dimmer buying a trailer for his latest home-based business (one he already has one lawsuit against) and Mrs. Dimmer getting all upset that he spent that money they needed for the mortgage?
She ‘got back’ at him over the weekend by buying a bunch of stuff for eight-year old young Dimmer-ette. I’m sure the mortgage company will completely understand that the child needed a full sized trampoline (with safety netting) and a huge inflatable swimming pool in lieu of this month’s payment. read more…
Lives Apart.
I thought after we got through two months of Jillian Michaels’ 30-Day workouts, we were going to begin the P90X 90-Day regime, but apparently, I was wrong. Again. read more…
Not Thinning What I’d Like.
Thinning landscape proceeding nicely. Yard debris bin (and budget money to pay for emptying it) can’t keep up but we’ll manage. For as much as I love Oregon Grape, the two I got were everything except the dwarf variety the tag stated (surprise, surprise) and so, they are out of here. Tired of the runners, tired of the prickly leaves everywhere. If I could dig them out intact, I’d transplant them. But they don’t take well to that and they have burrowed under fountain boulders. More lessons learned. read more…
Lessons.
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Nearly four pounds – that’s what I gained eating two and a half donuts and four slices of dry, thin pizza. Not a single other thing was consumed the entire day. In all, the food in itself wasn’t even four pounds together but that’s how my body reacts when I eat bread (also pasta or rice). Sounds like a mild allergy thing. It inflates in size into a cement ball in my stomach, increases in weight, and eventually sticks to my ribs. Is it any wonder I avoid the stuff like crazy any more?
For the next few days, I’ll be above ‘Race Weight.’ No worries. It was one day.
My birthday was a bust and I learned a few things from it. What’s a birthday without painful lessons learned? No? Okay, must just be how I grew up. For as much as I tried to assure I wouldn’t fall into the same traps I existed in throughout my childhood, apparently I missed a couple. Okay, check and check.
Look at it this way: We’ll save money we probably won’t have anyway on all future birthdays, which have been deemed unimportant. Ditto somewhat on holidays, not that we celebrate many of those. Now I just need to figure a way out of doing that New Year’s thing I signed us up for.
