I am woefully out of shape. Most likely this is a direct result of a severe aversion to exercise and a fondness for Krispy Kreme donuts.
Rather than do anything to remedy my lack of physical fitness, I just turned to Pinterest to sum up my feelings. Sharing one’s feelings is healthy, right?
i want to look like jennifer aniston:
firm legs, tight butt, an angel’s smile.
instead i’m closer to chris christie
in looks and girth and style.
peace, people!
I found a strange appendage, long and large and warty
Hanging ’round my business, sorting dirty laundry.
“Who goes there?” I cried, fearing some loathsome beast.
Don’t mind me, the creature smiled, I’m having a great feast.
You do know, it continued, your life is quite a mess,
Of politics, and feelings hurt, and choices, not the best
When at your age you should be content to sip your lemonade.
Your hair, your style–too bold, and your ways, unstaid.
Slow down, you’re old; and your actions too frenetic.
And face it, girl you should by now be feeling apologetic.
Why waste what time you’ve got on earth writing all the time,
When sad to say you haven’t gained the necessary skill of rhyme.
The creature paused to take a breath, and finally I saw
It was just a pathetic nose above a gaping maw.
“Scat, you boogery old snot locker,” I said.
“Keep out of my business. Worry over yours, instead.
And like any good bully, away that nose did skulk
To lick his wounds and have himself a good self-righteous sulk.
Peace, people!
At some point this morning I will have departed from Doright Manor to take a trip of epic, dare I say Odyssean, proportions. Having packed my bags with everything from winter boots and a parka to capris pants and flip flops I should surely be prepared for any eventuality.
My first destination is a point north of Nashville, Tennessee, for an overnight stay. From there I’m bound for our daughter’s home in Rapids City, Illinois, where I will be baby sitter-in-chief for my daughter’s three children while the parents go to cavort in the bright sun of a Mexican beach.
After a week in Illinois I’ll head south to the Texas panhandle, the place that no matter where on earth I roam will always be home. I’ll stay with the lovely Saint Helen who gave birth to Studly Doright and hopefully get to commune with the rest of the panhandle-dwelling Noyes bunch.
Once they’ve chased me out of town with torches and pitchforks I’m off to Dallas to spend a night with our son if we can get our schedules to sync. Then it’s on to Houston, that most intimidating city, for a couple of nights with the oldest of my two younger brothers and his wife. They’re taking me and Studly’s eldest (she’d say prettiest) sister to a big event. I’m sure I’ll blog about it afterwards. If I’m still capable, that is.
I have another event in mind for the Houston stay, but I’ll save that for another post, as well.
When my brother finally kicks me out of his home I’ll begin working my way back to Doright Manor. Somewhere on that stretch of road is a wonderful little outlet mall that’s been calling my name for awhile now.
I’ve been writing like a mad woman to stock my blog with pieces to post daily during my trip. I’m sure there will be times I can post something from the road, but just in case I can’t, the blog must, and will, go on!
Any prayers, blessings, positive thoughts, etc., offered up for my safe travels will be greatly appreciated. And as always, peace, people.
Boxers or briefs,
Salad or soup,
Ranch or French
Alone or a group?
Introvert or extrovert,
Country or rock,
Canine or feline,
Piaget or Spock?
Switchers or fighters,
Whole milk or fat free,
Harley or Yamaha,
Democrat or GOP?
Star Wars or Star Trek,
Beatles or the Stones,
Connery or Craig,
Han Solo or Indiana Jones?
Life is full of trade offs
Everything’s a choice
So hurry, close the menu
And give yourself a voice.
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Rommy, Roscoe and Monty
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Ok, that’s a lame title, so sue me. My hips and upper thighs have been causing me extreme agony lately, and I’ve found that a good massage can help relieve some of my pain.
I had such a massage today. The therapist dug into my hips until the muscle relaxed and I could sigh in relief. But I also, at one point in the treatment got an intense cramp in the calf of my left leg causing me to kick the unsuspecting massage therapist squarely in the face.
After all he’d done for me I felt awful. Poor guy. I’m not sure any amount of gratuity is going to ease his pain, but it might buy him some ibuprofen.
Peace, people!
Let’s give this one some thought. If you had to name one thing, and one thing only, what would it be. And why?
My answer: Ironing!
Why? Because I still have the scars on my body from the last time I tried it.
Peace, people!
Don’t go slaying this dragon! Read more at anotsojadedlife.wordpress.com.
hang your prayers on banners,
pennants flying in the sun
waving over fallow fields,
snapping in the winter dawn.
best to see them flapping,
madly dancing on the breeze
than dragging limply, wasted
unmarshalled, and ungrieved.
One of the trivia questions our team answered incorrectly on Friday evening was the number of points awarded when a dart sticks in the very bottom section of a dart board. Not a one of us was a darts player. I ardently wished to be able to phone a friend, but that option wasn’t available.
One member of our team (The Pattycakes) was almost certain it was worth nine points. Another felt like it might be six. Neither had the correct answer: THREE.
But I found it interesting that both of the incorrect guesses were multiples of three, as if in some corner of their minds our team members were making connections to the actual answer.
The brain is an amazing organ. I’m so glad I have one. Too bad I lost the owner’s manual years ago.
Peace, people!
Praying for Eyebrowz 