I Am Walking, I Am Walking

I have been taking the pooch for a walk for a while now. But pooch walking is pretty stop and go. We stop to sniff something about 50 times minute.

I am back to walking on the treadmill. Half an hour at a time 2 days in a row. Two whole days in a row. I know, I know....whoopie! But at least it is the start of whoopie.

I Will Dance

Hey, I'm cool. I have one of those elastic band, slogan imprinted, middle-school-all-the-rage type bracelets. It is lime green. The slogan reads "I Will" and belongs to one of my sons. I saw it today and realized it is just what I need.

I am an older mom. I am a cancer survivor. I want to live to see my children grow, marry, have children of their own. I want to live to see those yet-to-be-born grandchildren grow up. My mantra through cancer was and continues to be "I will dance at my grandchildren wedding." To do that I know I need to live a healthier life. I have to eat healthy food and exercise regularly.

The big problem is I hate to exercise. I would rather sew, or read, or day dream or watch TV. Even though I hate it I am exercising. Not long enough, not hard enough, not regularly enough but I am exercising. I've decided I will wear the bracelet as a reminder to my self that I need to exercise for at least 30 minutes a day 5 days a week. I will wear the bracelet to remind myself that I am making this commitment for myself, for my husband, for my children and for those grandchildren who will join our family sometime in the future. I will wear the bracelet to remind myself that I will dance at my grandchildren's weddings.

GRRRRRRR!

You know how sometimes you meet someone and you know right away you will be friends. Other times the friendship takes a while but eventually you become good buddies. And everyone and a while, every once in a blue moon you meet someone that you can not connect too, a person who every time he opens his mouth your blood pressure goes up a notch or two and by the end of the meeting you are in the stroke zone. A person who is just plainly a pain in the ass!

I met that guy last night, Mr. PIA. Unfortunately he is important to my husband. He is a person who I will have to try to connect to. He is a person who may be in my life for a while. Grrrrr.

It’s been 24 hours since I left his presence and my blood is still boiling. In my view he is a conceited, lazy jerk. He was uninterested in hearing anything I had to say. Grrr Grrrr Grrrrrr. I need to tell myself that he is important to my husband and my husband is very important to me. I need to tell myself that it will work out. I need to tell myself that I can not smack him over the head with a big stick.

I Have a .......

Yes I do love being a mom. It is the best job in the world, but dang, it is good to have a break from time to time.

Hubby and I had a break tonight. We left the little monsters home alone for a good 90 minutes to go on a "quickie" married person date. A quickie married person date is when you have to get home within the kids comfort zone. (Typing that just made me realize I have a curfew! A curfew impose by my children.) Our boys have a before dark comfort zone, which can be for two or three hours and an after dark comfort zone which is 1.5 to 2 hours.

Tonight we went to Borders for books and coffee. I love book stores and I love coffee. It was a dream date. What's funny is it is far from my idea of a dream date when I was single. Then I wanted something fancier, I wanted to go dancing, to go out to dinner and show . Now all I want is to spend some alone time with my man.

HGTV Dream House 2005

This is about the 5th year in a row I did not win Home and Garden
TV's dream house contest. Not fair!!

This year the house was especially fantastic. It was big, beautiful and right on Lake Tyler in Tyler Texas. The package included a dock house built on the lake, a huge house with a separate Honeymoon suite, a pool, a car and $250,000 cash. Wonderful, fantastic, should be mine. I would fall asleep at night planning how we would spend the summer at the house on Lake Tyler. I planned who would sleep where, which room would be my sewing room , the most comfortable place to curl up with a good book and even the first meals I would make in the spectacular kitchen.

The dreaming was fun, the let down is rough. Enjoy the house Cruz family.

Handbag Lady Where Are You?

One day last week I found a blog I liked. The woman made cloth handbags. They were beautiful. Now I can't find here site. Handbag lady where are you? I keep searching but there must be close to 50 million blogs here. I've checked for hobbies for people who sew. I've checked on my favorite books. I've checked people who have posted a comment on one of the other blogs I've been reading. I can't find her.

If memory serves she lived out west, and was in her 50s or 60s. Her posts were short and funny and I liked her.

Where oh where is the handbag lady, where oh where can she be?
Her posts were short but her talent was long!
Where oh where can she be?