Today:
Tried on the bridesmaid’s dress for a friend’s wedding this summer. I didn’t fit into the smaller of the two sizes offered me, which has nothing to do with the fact that this morning when I took a bite of the English muffin my grandmother had prepared, melted butter squirted out and ran down my chin. But if I don’t watch it, the ease in the size I ordered is going to be eaten up. Literally.
We ate a sandwich in the car, then we went across the street for a powder room stop at Burger King. I ordered a water and two ice cream cones. Well, seeing as I only have two hands, I put the water in my purse and carried the cones in my hand. Genius? No. Bad, bad, bad idea. I’ve done it before with success, but not this time. By the time I was about to get into the car, most of the water was floating around in the bottom of my purse and soaking everything. A bit of a mess that.
Did I mention that only about two hours later my grandmother decided she wanted ice cream again? I hold the warm weather responsible. If she gains twenty pounds, my aunt is going to hold me responsible. And where is the justice in that? Am I the one that buttered the warm English muffin, or chose the second ice cream cone?
You are my witnesses. I mean, whose fault is it going to be if I gain twenty pounds?
Perspective my friends, perspective.
Ciao
T.W.
P.S. I came home and exercised. It seemed like a good idea. They were small ice cream cones, it is just the principle of the thing.
Thursday, March 22, 2012
Monday, March 19, 2012
Red Riding Hood Reporting
This is Red Riding Hood reporting in and so far no signs of Big Bad Wolf. Perhaps because I didn’t go through the woods? I got to my grandmother’s house on Friday, being welcomed by sunny warm weather.(and relatives)
On the first leg of my flight, I had a lovely empty seat next to me and it was as good as first class. I popped the tray down in front of the empty seat next to me and put my glass of icy orange juice down as I relaxed in comfort, flipping through a magazine. I want the alarm clock that wakes you up with a butlers voice.
Well, after being so spoiled, I was really hoping for another empty seat.
It didn’t happen.
I sat next to a young man on his way to a wrestling match.
I was fairly sure I wasn’t to get my empty seat wish when it seemed every other seat was filled behind me and making their way down the aisle were two men, one older, one younger.
As they paused a few aisle in front of me, the father said to his teenage son, “you want to sit here, or next to the girl?”
Ya, snicker, snicker.
Poor young man, I’m sure if he’d known I’d overheard he would have been mortified.
Guess what Papa, I think you’re son is nine or ten younger than me. At least.
Now who’s snickering? Me. Inside, as I keep a placid face and process what happens around me.
I didn’t sit next to everyone on the plane so I couldn’t say for sure, but it turns out, if I could have chosen who sat next to me, that young man might just have been the one. He was just a nice, normal, all American boy. Traveling to a wrestling match, he was excited, but nervous. We chatted about his world travels (his mom is a travel agent), his great-aunt, my grandmother, and that we both loved Delta’s crisp spice cookies. Yep.
And he may just have realized I wasn’t exactly a teenager.
On the shuttle from the airport, I chatted with the only other passenger, a young college girl. It was a very interesting conversation. Mostly men, marriage, and dating. I can only imagine what the driver thought. Anyway, something tells me it must have been on her mind for a reason.
To wrap things up, on St. Paddy’s day my grandmother took my aunt and me out for not corn beef and cabbage, but another good Irish meal, fish and chips. Remember this is on St. Patrick’s day. A young man came to our table and asked what we would like to drink. Being as this was one of those restaurants with a pub, the humor of my impending request tickled me, I looked up at him over my shoulder with a small smile, eyes twinkling, I said drily, “water.”
(Can you say “water” drily?)
“Boring,” he said.
“Yes,” I agreed cheerfully.
My grandmother ordered a Guinness - and didn’t she have the nightmares.
Top of the morning to you,
T.W.
On the first leg of my flight, I had a lovely empty seat next to me and it was as good as first class. I popped the tray down in front of the empty seat next to me and put my glass of icy orange juice down as I relaxed in comfort, flipping through a magazine. I want the alarm clock that wakes you up with a butlers voice.
Well, after being so spoiled, I was really hoping for another empty seat.
It didn’t happen.
I sat next to a young man on his way to a wrestling match.
I was fairly sure I wasn’t to get my empty seat wish when it seemed every other seat was filled behind me and making their way down the aisle were two men, one older, one younger.
As they paused a few aisle in front of me, the father said to his teenage son, “you want to sit here, or next to the girl?”
Ya, snicker, snicker.
Poor young man, I’m sure if he’d known I’d overheard he would have been mortified.
Guess what Papa, I think you’re son is nine or ten younger than me. At least.
Now who’s snickering? Me. Inside, as I keep a placid face and process what happens around me.
I didn’t sit next to everyone on the plane so I couldn’t say for sure, but it turns out, if I could have chosen who sat next to me, that young man might just have been the one. He was just a nice, normal, all American boy. Traveling to a wrestling match, he was excited, but nervous. We chatted about his world travels (his mom is a travel agent), his great-aunt, my grandmother, and that we both loved Delta’s crisp spice cookies. Yep.
And he may just have realized I wasn’t exactly a teenager.
On the shuttle from the airport, I chatted with the only other passenger, a young college girl. It was a very interesting conversation. Mostly men, marriage, and dating. I can only imagine what the driver thought. Anyway, something tells me it must have been on her mind for a reason.
To wrap things up, on St. Paddy’s day my grandmother took my aunt and me out for not corn beef and cabbage, but another good Irish meal, fish and chips. Remember this is on St. Patrick’s day. A young man came to our table and asked what we would like to drink. Being as this was one of those restaurants with a pub, the humor of my impending request tickled me, I looked up at him over my shoulder with a small smile, eyes twinkling, I said drily, “water.”
(Can you say “water” drily?)
“Boring,” he said.
“Yes,” I agreed cheerfully.
My grandmother ordered a Guinness - and didn’t she have the nightmares.
Top of the morning to you,
T.W.
Monday, March 12, 2012
Tick Tock
I woke up sometime in the night with a brain overload and probably because I got too hot. I ditched the extra covers and tried to reprogram my brain to not stress and just sleep. It was a good start, but booming out into the darkness was the incessant tock, tock, tock, tock of not one, but two clocks. I tried to ignore the little tick tockers, after all, I had gone to sleep with the same exact sound. But in the middle of the night, suddenly they were annoying, incessant and very loud.
Forget it. I got up, took the clocks off the wall, wrapped them in a blanket, then another blanket and stuffed them in a box. I went back to sleep. Blissful sleep.
Come morning, the family was not amused with the sudden disappearance of the clocks, even when I explained what had happened to them. They didn’t understand at all. Except for my father, who thought it was funny, “not only did we lose an hour, but the clocks disappeared.”
He chuckled and then unearthed the clocks from their blanket hush box and put them back into place. What a very nice guy.
Happy Monday!
T.W.
Forget it. I got up, took the clocks off the wall, wrapped them in a blanket, then another blanket and stuffed them in a box. I went back to sleep. Blissful sleep.
Come morning, the family was not amused with the sudden disappearance of the clocks, even when I explained what had happened to them. They didn’t understand at all. Except for my father, who thought it was funny, “not only did we lose an hour, but the clocks disappeared.”
He chuckled and then unearthed the clocks from their blanket hush box and put them back into place. What a very nice guy.
Happy Monday!
T.W.
Sunday, March 11, 2012
Grin and Bear It
I made it home safely Friday evening despite being rather exhausted, and driving several hours through the dark. It was a nice trip though because I got to spend some time chatting with a sibling. My sister-in-law lent me her car earlier in the day to drive into town to meet up with my brother so we could drive a couple hours away and he could purchase the truck he hoped to buy. Mother had to confuse me by throwing the additional option of using my sister’s car instead. Two options, I was so confused. You can’t do things like this to me. If I’ve got a plan and you suddenly throw me another option, it is completely de-railing. Trains off the track have my sympathy. I showed great, and exceptional (for me) decisiveness by choosing my SIL car. I reached the conclusion thus: She had offered her car. It went better with my outfit than my sisters car did. You must take such important things into consideration.
On another note, after I had safely returned home, one of my sisters was very annoyed when she opened the refrigerator and off fell an empty glass jar. At one time there had been milk in it. Please don’t ask why someone didn’t put it to be washed and instead put it on top of the refrigerator. Well, it fell off and broke. Bad thing. I cleaned up the broken glass, seeing as best I could in the light from the open refrigerator door, since that corner of the room is very dark at night. It is also right next to my bed. I vacuumed up what I could see, hoping there weren’t nasty pieces of glass hiding in the dark waiting to attack bare feet. Come morning, trying to wake up, or maybe I was trying to sleep longer? One of those. I suddenly felt something fall down my back. Something big. I sat up quickly, trying to be calm and think through my options of horrible bugs. Sitting on the sheet was a 1” by 1/4” (aprox.) piece of glass. Hmmm. On further inspection, there were lots of tiny, tiny shards of glass in my bed. I say again, hmmm. On the plus side, I received no cuts.
Glass has a funny way of bouncing in this cabin. I expect the jar broke when it impacted with the floor, so that glass had to have jumped two, three feet? Really, that is very interesting if you think about it.
Yesterday I went down to help my sister-in-law with some housework (after abandoning her after only a short while Friday). Before I got started, we had this conversation: Me, “I need coffee.” SIL: That would be lovely, I suspect The Dearliest would like some too.” Me: making coffee, “oh, what did you need me to help with? I didn’t just come for the coffee.” So we chatted, cleaned and I drank coffee. She was good and had a cup of tea instead. I drank a cup of coffee - and had several cups of tea when I got home. I don’t think that qualifies as being good.
I have an excuse, wait, it’s in my back pocket somewhere, yes, right here; I chose the coffee brand Grin and Bear It for a reason. Things, outside of things, have been a little stressful the last couple days. On general principle I try not to imbibe so much tea and coffee. Most of the time.
What I really need is a big bowl of ice cream. Good ice cream is soul food. Bad ice cream is like a kick in the gut when you’re already down. There is unfortunately a lot of bad ice cream out there, please do not become a victim.
One time three (four?) of us had ice cream out of a half-gallon container. There wasn’t a freezer. I didn’t want the ice cream to go bad. It was a good brand. I tried to finish the container. It didn’t make my stomach feel very good in case you were wondering. Apparently, you can eat too much ice cream. I did the same thing with carrots once too. Or maybe that was tension, not the carrots? I don’t know, but I recommend judicious carrot consumption anyway.
All things in moderation,
T.W.
On another note, after I had safely returned home, one of my sisters was very annoyed when she opened the refrigerator and off fell an empty glass jar. At one time there had been milk in it. Please don’t ask why someone didn’t put it to be washed and instead put it on top of the refrigerator. Well, it fell off and broke. Bad thing. I cleaned up the broken glass, seeing as best I could in the light from the open refrigerator door, since that corner of the room is very dark at night. It is also right next to my bed. I vacuumed up what I could see, hoping there weren’t nasty pieces of glass hiding in the dark waiting to attack bare feet. Come morning, trying to wake up, or maybe I was trying to sleep longer? One of those. I suddenly felt something fall down my back. Something big. I sat up quickly, trying to be calm and think through my options of horrible bugs. Sitting on the sheet was a 1” by 1/4” (aprox.) piece of glass. Hmmm. On further inspection, there were lots of tiny, tiny shards of glass in my bed. I say again, hmmm. On the plus side, I received no cuts.
Glass has a funny way of bouncing in this cabin. I expect the jar broke when it impacted with the floor, so that glass had to have jumped two, three feet? Really, that is very interesting if you think about it.
Yesterday I went down to help my sister-in-law with some housework (after abandoning her after only a short while Friday). Before I got started, we had this conversation: Me, “I need coffee.” SIL: That would be lovely, I suspect The Dearliest would like some too.” Me: making coffee, “oh, what did you need me to help with? I didn’t just come for the coffee.” So we chatted, cleaned and I drank coffee. She was good and had a cup of tea instead. I drank a cup of coffee - and had several cups of tea when I got home. I don’t think that qualifies as being good.
I have an excuse, wait, it’s in my back pocket somewhere, yes, right here; I chose the coffee brand Grin and Bear It for a reason. Things, outside of things, have been a little stressful the last couple days. On general principle I try not to imbibe so much tea and coffee. Most of the time.
What I really need is a big bowl of ice cream. Good ice cream is soul food. Bad ice cream is like a kick in the gut when you’re already down. There is unfortunately a lot of bad ice cream out there, please do not become a victim.
One time three (four?) of us had ice cream out of a half-gallon container. There wasn’t a freezer. I didn’t want the ice cream to go bad. It was a good brand. I tried to finish the container. It didn’t make my stomach feel very good in case you were wondering. Apparently, you can eat too much ice cream. I did the same thing with carrots once too. Or maybe that was tension, not the carrots? I don’t know, but I recommend judicious carrot consumption anyway.
All things in moderation,
T.W.
Saturday, March 3, 2012
That Is How Life Rolls.......
Apparently
The idea was that I would be working starting sometime in January helping with Bessie again. By the time her family had got everything set up, I had gotten sick and stayed that way forever (that's what it seemed like). They held the job for me though and we kept trying. Finally I got well enough to work and did once before I caught another cold. Yes, it has been a rough winter. Apparently our family isn’t the only ones that have been hit really hard.
Anyway, I may not be as physically fit as I'd like to be, but I’m pretty slender. Keep that in mind. I felt like I’d lost weight through this whole ordeal, but it didn’t bother me too much. Losing a couple pounds was fine with me. I think I even considered it a good thing. Then I showed up to work at Bessie’s and the sister we’ll call Trina showed me around, giving me updates on Bessie’s care. At one point she suddenly stopped and said something to the effect of, “Wow, you’ve lost a lot of weight.”
I was wearing a puffy down vest.
I suddenly felt like a walking skeleton or an emaciated model. It’s a rather shocking thought.
I think my face must have betrayed my thoughts, because she suddenly said, “oh, you look great!”
I don’t believe she was really thinking that. :)
(By the way, I really like this lady and absolutely no offense was taken. She was saying what she thought – and trying to be nice. )
Okay, fast forward to Thursday/Friday when I managed to work again. Friday evening Trina’s older sister Candice took over when she got off work. I waited till she got there so we could go over details and to essentially give my notice. That’s another story, and nothing to do with anything other than the fact that I’m leaving town for an extended period of time.
Candice and I got everything taken care of and then before I left she told me I looked really good, and said something to the effect of, “you look so much better. You didn’t look very good.” That was the gist at any rate.
Hmmm, my mind connected the dots and guess what? Unless my memory is playing me false, I’ve talked on the phone to Candice, but I haven’t seen her in over two months. Yes, and I’m pretty sure I was completely healthy at the time. So my intuition tells me that some sisters were talking and the verdict was I didn’t look very good. :)
The reality is Trina was probably right. I didn’t feel like I looked healthy at any rate.
Yesterday though, my reflection in the mirror looked pretty. Sometimes that actually happens. Generally I feel so so, it’s just me looking back, but occasionally I like what I see. Does that ever happen to anyone else? You just feel like you’re having a good day? Is it what I’m wearing, how I’m feeling? I don’t know. It’s nice though. :) I wish it happened more often. It’s probably good it doesn’t, much to much time would be wasted in front of the mirror, “absorbing.” ;) ha,ha.
In other news, Bessie told me her family used the wild plums that grow in our area to make jams, jellies, juice, and one time she and her siblings made wine. It was very good and they got silly. They also got in trouble with their mother.
I read in the newspaper an article about a police raid on an illegal gambling party. One of the people there had received a court summons two years later. She was ninety-eight and her daughter was concerned she wouldn’t be able to appear. Two of the old ladies had died since the raid and the rest were in their seventies. One of the ladies had told the police officer to wait until she finished playing her hand. What naughty old ladies. Bessie said she wishes she could have been there.
I think she was just feeling feisty, because last summer she didn’t really like that one of her daughters played darts.
Cheerio!
T.W.
The idea was that I would be working starting sometime in January helping with Bessie again. By the time her family had got everything set up, I had gotten sick and stayed that way forever (that's what it seemed like). They held the job for me though and we kept trying. Finally I got well enough to work and did once before I caught another cold. Yes, it has been a rough winter. Apparently our family isn’t the only ones that have been hit really hard.
Anyway, I may not be as physically fit as I'd like to be, but I’m pretty slender. Keep that in mind. I felt like I’d lost weight through this whole ordeal, but it didn’t bother me too much. Losing a couple pounds was fine with me. I think I even considered it a good thing. Then I showed up to work at Bessie’s and the sister we’ll call Trina showed me around, giving me updates on Bessie’s care. At one point she suddenly stopped and said something to the effect of, “Wow, you’ve lost a lot of weight.”
I was wearing a puffy down vest.
I suddenly felt like a walking skeleton or an emaciated model. It’s a rather shocking thought.
I think my face must have betrayed my thoughts, because she suddenly said, “oh, you look great!”
I don’t believe she was really thinking that. :)
(By the way, I really like this lady and absolutely no offense was taken. She was saying what she thought – and trying to be nice. )
Okay, fast forward to Thursday/Friday when I managed to work again. Friday evening Trina’s older sister Candice took over when she got off work. I waited till she got there so we could go over details and to essentially give my notice. That’s another story, and nothing to do with anything other than the fact that I’m leaving town for an extended period of time.
Candice and I got everything taken care of and then before I left she told me I looked really good, and said something to the effect of, “you look so much better. You didn’t look very good.” That was the gist at any rate.
Hmmm, my mind connected the dots and guess what? Unless my memory is playing me false, I’ve talked on the phone to Candice, but I haven’t seen her in over two months. Yes, and I’m pretty sure I was completely healthy at the time. So my intuition tells me that some sisters were talking and the verdict was I didn’t look very good. :)
The reality is Trina was probably right. I didn’t feel like I looked healthy at any rate.
Yesterday though, my reflection in the mirror looked pretty. Sometimes that actually happens. Generally I feel so so, it’s just me looking back, but occasionally I like what I see. Does that ever happen to anyone else? You just feel like you’re having a good day? Is it what I’m wearing, how I’m feeling? I don’t know. It’s nice though. :) I wish it happened more often. It’s probably good it doesn’t, much to much time would be wasted in front of the mirror, “absorbing.” ;) ha,ha.
In other news, Bessie told me her family used the wild plums that grow in our area to make jams, jellies, juice, and one time she and her siblings made wine. It was very good and they got silly. They also got in trouble with their mother.
I read in the newspaper an article about a police raid on an illegal gambling party. One of the people there had received a court summons two years later. She was ninety-eight and her daughter was concerned she wouldn’t be able to appear. Two of the old ladies had died since the raid and the rest were in their seventies. One of the ladies had told the police officer to wait until she finished playing her hand. What naughty old ladies. Bessie said she wishes she could have been there.
I think she was just feeling feisty, because last summer she didn’t really like that one of her daughters played darts.
Cheerio!
T.W.
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