Is anybody else tired of the snow?I hate to be a Negative Nancy but I certainly am. I ache for the spring breezes in my hair and the warm sun on my face. Two short days ago I heard some singing birds and when I scouted them out I located 4 cardinals singing merrily by my rabbit hutch and all seemed quite perfect with the world. Now it's white outside and it looks like March is really still arriving whether I acknowledge it or not.
Remember when you were in grade school and pinkie swearing that neither you or your best friend would tell that you prayed to the snow-god for a day of foul weather (hence a day off from school?) Being raised Catholic my mother always reminded me that praying to false gods was a sin so if i got caught it meant a trip to confession on Friday and well thinking back that poor priest must have been crazy in the winter months. Imagine all the kids of the 60's lining up on Friday afternoon. "Bless me father I have sinned it has been a month since my last confession". I got down on my hands and knees and with all my heart prayed for a blizzard. I don't think it ever really worked, but I certainly did confess each and every time we did it and Father Russo did give me an act of constrictions to repent.
Perhaps that wasn't enough, perhaps the Karma in all of this is we get what we ask for and here it is. Sorry everybody, it's probably all my fault. Lets just hope the god of snow has a sense of humor and spreads it out over a period of time, like amortizing a debt. Pinkie swear I am not praying for anymore,but it was nice to enjoy an extra like-saturday day of snuggeling in !
Friday, February 26, 2010
Sunday, February 21, 2010
crocheting baby hats
Just make sure that when you change activities they burn the same amount of calories.I missed the mark by substituting landscaping for crocheting baby hats . Oh well they are cute.
I'm not counting calories..
I am very proud of myself this morning. I went to the gym to do my usual thing, and according to the en-famous elliptical I burned 17 calories! Imagine that. 10 minutes of discomfort and I was able to burn one jelly bean or less.
I could probably list 100-things that equaled the caloric workout as I was once a runner and counted almost everything-that I ate. No more. This was another gift my daughters bestowed on me from birth, a unending rev-ing-metabolism which kept me thin for over 20 years. Thank You Catherine and Emily. So what happen now?
Well if you have been following, Chapter 2 in my book on a Mid life Sense of Humor has to do with knee joints. I bet many of you youngsters have never given more than 30 seconds of thought to either of your “knees”. Guess what? They are in cahoots with your eyes. It sucks, as you kids would say.
One day my knee felt kind of wobbly and the next thing I knew they were trimming the meniscus and claiming the knee had worn down. Can I remind someone that they failed to warn me about what wears and what doesn’t.
Whatever...
I am now mostly greeted by the following, Hey are you limping? No I wobble.But wait it gets funnier. I am too young for a knee replacement so I get to wear a big hard brace which I am told I’ll be capable of performing Olympic Sports. Really? I don’t like sports; pushing for the Olympics is far from likely.
Here is my compromise. I have committed to going to the gym 5 days a week to build strength in my legs. I lift a few wimpy weights to kill time because I am embarrassed to go in and be done with the hard work in 20 minutes. I walk on the treadmill for 10 and my favorite machine of torture the elliptical. Who said it was great? You fibber. It hurts and after 10 minutes I burned 17 calories. So ladies eat your vegetables and stay away from the butter because the days of running after your toddler are numbered and your knees are keeping you in the dark.
All is not lost however, there is always a nice piece of Godiva waiting for me at home and since I'm not counting calories...
I could probably list 100-things that equaled the caloric workout as I was once a runner and counted almost everything-that I ate. No more. This was another gift my daughters bestowed on me from birth, a unending rev-ing-metabolism which kept me thin for over 20 years. Thank You Catherine and Emily. So what happen now?
Well if you have been following, Chapter 2 in my book on a Mid life Sense of Humor has to do with knee joints. I bet many of you youngsters have never given more than 30 seconds of thought to either of your “knees”. Guess what? They are in cahoots with your eyes. It sucks, as you kids would say.
One day my knee felt kind of wobbly and the next thing I knew they were trimming the meniscus and claiming the knee had worn down. Can I remind someone that they failed to warn me about what wears and what doesn’t.
Whatever...
I am now mostly greeted by the following, Hey are you limping? No I wobble.But wait it gets funnier. I am too young for a knee replacement so I get to wear a big hard brace which I am told I’ll be capable of performing Olympic Sports. Really? I don’t like sports; pushing for the Olympics is far from likely.
Here is my compromise. I have committed to going to the gym 5 days a week to build strength in my legs. I lift a few wimpy weights to kill time because I am embarrassed to go in and be done with the hard work in 20 minutes. I walk on the treadmill for 10 and my favorite machine of torture the elliptical. Who said it was great? You fibber. It hurts and after 10 minutes I burned 17 calories. So ladies eat your vegetables and stay away from the butter because the days of running after your toddler are numbered and your knees are keeping you in the dark.
All is not lost however, there is always a nice piece of Godiva waiting for me at home and since I'm not counting calories...
Saturday, February 20, 2010
A little Spinach
I have an abundance of blessings all of which I am reminded of each day. Up until my mid-forties my eyesight was one of them. I never wore glasses of any kind and I was afforded perfect sight with little to even remind me that others had trouble. Like most everyone I have become dependent on reading glasses, each year more and more, and each year the prescription gets stronger. Why this should become a subject to blog about is simply that it reminds me that with each challenge I need to renew my subscription to my “Mid-Life Sense of Humor”; a magazine I plan to write and publish any day now.
Chapter 1 may begin with something like...”Today I needed to wear my Glasses to Brush My Teeth.” True story. I know where they are,my teeth that is, I just couldn't see them. So why is this a surprise? Well, why hasn’t someone warned us.? Perhaps because no one would believe it. However for those of you who trust my blatant naivete I am here to warn you, your day will arrive!
Perhaps there are wonderful things to look forward to in the future. A less hectic schedule, grand-babies, more bunnies. Perhaps I will brush first and learn to put the glasses on afterwards to check for Spinach. For today I remain UN-amused. Glasses for hygiene is pushing it. Yet there is an abundance of things that I remain grateful for despite my arrogance. Husbands that take you out in the middle of the day for lunch with no apparent reason, children that call just to say hello, and strange puppy dogs that befriend you in stores because somehow they know you are one of them. Lovers of all things heartfelt. Damn the glasses. My loved ones don’t care about a little Spinach.
Chapter 1 may begin with something like...”Today I needed to wear my Glasses to Brush My Teeth.” True story. I know where they are,my teeth that is, I just couldn't see them. So why is this a surprise? Well, why hasn’t someone warned us.? Perhaps because no one would believe it. However for those of you who trust my blatant naivete I am here to warn you, your day will arrive!
Perhaps there are wonderful things to look forward to in the future. A less hectic schedule, grand-babies, more bunnies. Perhaps I will brush first and learn to put the glasses on afterwards to check for Spinach. For today I remain UN-amused. Glasses for hygiene is pushing it. Yet there is an abundance of things that I remain grateful for despite my arrogance. Husbands that take you out in the middle of the day for lunch with no apparent reason, children that call just to say hello, and strange puppy dogs that befriend you in stores because somehow they know you are one of them. Lovers of all things heartfelt. Damn the glasses. My loved ones don’t care about a little Spinach.
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Thank God it's not heriditery
My daughter Emily is home for Presidents week as a teacher of first graders in NYC.
She is smart and pretty and reminds me of the pied-piper around small children. They flock to her ungracefully screaming her name as she enters a room. She is in love with them and for this someone will pay her,Thank You God.
What I am amazed at most, is that Emily can unclutter any space in a fraction of the time it took to make the mess, and seemingly with no effort.
Thank God my weakness's are not hereditary!!!
Emily tackled the attic this week (which is unfair to ask anyone in their right mind). I knew after 8 years of marriage and 15 years of prior children from the last house that it was a failure before it began.
yet...she sorted ,threw away, organized by like kind and even went through every paper.She claimed and I believe her that 60% of the clutter is now gone and the attic is a vision to behold.
My other daughter has not gotten wind of the event yet and I know this could be problematic. Catherine and I could make a artist trading card out of drier lint.
I made Emily a promise I would not pick thru the garbage but Catherine never made such a deal.
Will this jeopardise their perfect sibling relationship?
One will hope not . All I know is that Emily is a genius and I feel like I accomplished something grand this vacation.
Bravo for children with talents.
She is smart and pretty and reminds me of the pied-piper around small children. They flock to her ungracefully screaming her name as she enters a room. She is in love with them and for this someone will pay her,Thank You God.
What I am amazed at most, is that Emily can unclutter any space in a fraction of the time it took to make the mess, and seemingly with no effort.
Thank God my weakness's are not hereditary!!!
Emily tackled the attic this week (which is unfair to ask anyone in their right mind). I knew after 8 years of marriage and 15 years of prior children from the last house that it was a failure before it began.
yet...she sorted ,threw away, organized by like kind and even went through every paper.She claimed and I believe her that 60% of the clutter is now gone and the attic is a vision to behold.
My other daughter has not gotten wind of the event yet and I know this could be problematic. Catherine and I could make a artist trading card out of drier lint.
I made Emily a promise I would not pick thru the garbage but Catherine never made such a deal.
Will this jeopardise their perfect sibling relationship?
One will hope not . All I know is that Emily is a genius and I feel like I accomplished something grand this vacation.
Bravo for children with talents.
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