Weird Thought Wednesday..

OK., so as I get older - I seem to notice little things..

Like:  I cover up more.  Not out of some false modesty..but because I don't like seeing some parts of me.  As I age. Get old-er...

Mind you, I am  not complaining about aging so much as the things I need to do to protect myself from my eyes seeing what they see in the mirror....

Like: shoes..closed toed shows even in summer because I don't like the look of my toes. Socks in winter..and summer.

Like: long or at least 3/4 length sleeves.. for my waving-and-giggling upper arms..

Speaking of arms..what the heck is this looking like crepe-paper skin on my arms? Thus..3/4 or long sleeves...

LIKE:"mock" turtle neck shirt I have on.  Hides the "not-so-mock" turkey-waddle neck I do have..but it also makes me appear to NOT have a neck at all..

Like: long pants in the summer...ugly "veryclose" vein removal scars and knee surgery scar..

Like: glasses..both indoor and out..covering my light-sensitive-far farsightedness-light colored eyes...

"Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes don't see as well and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. "But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand" The Velveteen Rabbit....

So, the only thing that is left left are my original and still shapely ear-lobes..my hair which I noticed by looking back at photos has not changed (except in which hair color I am using ) since the 70's...

At this rate..everything I wear is closing in on any of the remaining "me" ..and should I be passing you on the street..

..you'll recognize me..I'm the one with skinny earlobes and blue-bi-speckled eyes..and  rockin' a totally '70's do ..

Rum-Dum Friday..

Have you ever had just one of "those" days? Where you're awake (sort of) and lucid (sort of) but not totally aware of your surroundings? Yeah..those days. I call the them Rum-Dum days..and, yes, I know how to spell dumb..but that's the whole point..it's dum-days..

So anyway, dreamed last night about re-arranging the furniture in our new little apartment downstairs so it was not actually like living in my mother-in-law's apartment ..making it more our own. It looked great..in my dream..

So, I got about about 5:30 and re-arranged the furniture..(it does look better)sat for a few and had my cuppa.. did a load of clothes, made the bed,took the trash to the curb, got ready for work and packed my lunch. So far, so good, right? I'm awake and preforming tasks..

Drove with very little Friday traffic and was completely aware of my surroundings ..and realized I had driven past my turn-off and was half-way downtown.  Oops.

Parked in my usual spot.  Turned of car. Grabbed my purse and started looking frantically for my keys with the key-fob to get in the building....the same key ring that my car keys are on..that I drove to work with..that I had in my hand..are you seeing the picture?  Thought " Oh crap..I can't get into the building..what am I going to do? Wonder how long it will be before someone comes and I can go in with them?"..all the while holding them in my hand..yeah..

Can you see why I am leery of what the rest of the day holds for me? 

We'll see.  Hopefully I can stay awake until I get home tonight...if I don't pass it and end up in Las Vegas...

-me

Hello Blog....

..I have missed you.  I have been ..well...distracted. FaceBook..Pinterest..work..you know..the normal stuff that gets in the way of, well..sitting down and putting my thoughts down here.

Sometimes, we know what we need to do..and we know what's going to make us feel better..like knowing if you take a long hot shower when you're felling sick, you'll feel sooo much better but you just can't bring yourself to actually get up and do it? Yeah..it's been like that. 

So, good things..not so good things..changes..all have happened since we were together the last time.

Great-Grandbaby due in July..yay  

Ella Ireland reaching her "double-digit" birthday..can't believe she's 10..

Mother-in-law had a hospital stay resulting in our needing to move into the downstairs apartment and having her move upstairs into our portion of the home..not too bad..getting to like the "pros" of the move and forget the "cons" - peace of mind is everything as far as the worry about her and the steep-older-home-stairs-to-the-basement-apartment-thingy...

Spotted the most magnificent moon this morning - full and round and glowing against the mountain backdrop just before sunrise..wowzer..which, by the way..is much awesome-er than "wow".. 

Braxton loosing the use of his hind legs due to age..poor thing. We have learned to carry up & down stairs, make sure he has rugs to steady himself on..but other than that..he is very young at heart..and happy, too, I think..

Lulu on steroids due to back-disc issues ..so far so good. No pain that we know about..fingers crossed.

Oh..and Gracie has her new metal sides, windows, floors and is awaiting the installation of her cabinets! She's going to be a real beauty!

{artist rendition..lol}

So, hello old friend and friends who take time from their busy days to read my silly thoughts..you all have been missed. XOXO

- me

Twesday Toy-let Tawk..

I've got to post in between my thoughts while in the Lady's room..

Anyway, another day..another stall..another thought.

We have a new toilet in the 3rd stall by the wall..and it really flushes! Like..SWOOOOSH..

 

{not our actual stalls}

Which as is really good thing 'cos for a while we had to do the whole "hold-the-handle-down-jiggle-the-flusher" thingy..

{not the actual 3rd stall seat..}

And some people get anxious waiting..waiting..so the leave...

..and when one "drops the kids off at the pool" so-to-speak..one should really stay long enough to say good-bye..or at least to see that they've gone...gone..g.o.n.e. Geesh..

 

{not our actual employees}

 



Anyway..I'm off track.  So I'm enjoying the new potty, not only for it's tremendous swooshing-power, but because it's a little higher ..and I can swing my feet.  Doesn't take much I guess, huh?

{not me..but totally cute, right??}

So, while sitting and swinging..I look up at the only window in the room, in stall 3.. at the end of the wall..

And I think..."If  I need to escape, I can probably fit through the window..maybe.  It is a little high..and looks to be.. thick..

"So what do they use to break the window to escape the murderer" I asks me-self..

Looking around all I see is the toilet brush..to thin..then the icky-plunger-thingy..not strong enough.

Hmmmm..I think I may have to use the tank top..not like a tank top  from the 80's, silly.  The top of the  tank thingy..strong..cold..ceramic???

OK..I may have to think this one out a bit further.

In the meantime, I must work on being "bathroom-window-escape" size..

Wish me luck.

XXOO
me

PS..this has nothing to do with this blog, but I  kinda like it..wonder .."is it available on Kindle??"

Bathroom thoughts..by Me

So, that title is probably misleading..but not really.  As I ..um..think in the "library", I have some very random thoughts... {surprise, surprise right?}

So, you know how in the movies where the bad guys are looking for people in the bathrooms, they look  for feet on the floor, so the good guy stands on the toilet rim and hides? Successfully?

Yeah, well probably not so much for me.  If ever I had to hide in the bathroom, if I stood on the rim, I'd have to hunch over..and I'm not all that tall.

Then..I am as wide as the door {insert sad sad face here} so I'd not only have to stoop, but turn sideways so they couldn't see me in the spaces on the either side of the door..

And I am also clumsy..so I imagine that may be a bit noisy if I was to do "bathroom acrobatics" ..

Well..I guess the bad guys would win and I'd be a goner....When they stopped laughing..

-me

..and now for some GOOD NEWS!!

Sister Gerri of the Arizona Order of the SullivanSisters {a non-religious order of "sisters"} is getting married..you heard right..married!

After a long lifetime of not finding "Mr. Right"..she finally found him and his last name is not "Right" at all but "Riley"..{ the Mr. is the same though...}

Ah yes..a fine Irish name..and a fine find for Gerri who but almost gave up on the idea of finding him, when all the time, he was in her very neighborhood..

His wife had passed, Gerri had moved back from Arivaca after our brother passed..and it was just in the stars..to meet again after actually being neighbors a long time ago {the kind of neighbors where you have the same horse shoe-er (farrier) and a tip of the hat as one passed on the street}

Well, a few BBQ's and early morning horse rides later, he asked her for her hand in marriage...

Pretty amazing..he's in the "just-past-prime" of his life..a young 75..and she's an amazingly young 68.

{as if any of the Order of the SullivanSisters ever acted their ages!!}

 we were "X-treme" midgets for sure...

Ella was a great referee..

Second chances..new chapters..great book..fun read!

So, Mr. B and I are going on a road trip to the wedding, being held in his back yard, with family & friends & horses & dogs & Irish food..and of course, Irish drinks..what would you expect when the date of the wedding is St. Patrick's Day!?

As the youngest of the SullivanSisters..a little fact that I remind them of almost daily, it does my heart good to know she will be spending the rest of her life with one she loves and he with his love..and they will ride in the mornings as long as the good Lord sees fit..and their legacy of  "dreams do come true..in time" will resonate with their combined children and grandchildren.

Ain't life GRAND??

xoxo

I'm thinking...

In my opinion, Joan Crawford was wrong.

Wire hangers DO have their place.  I love my wire hangers and use them for good...not evil.  Like opening a locked car door {if the car is mine..uh huh..} and fishing out wadded up TP before the "great flood"...bending for cute paper mache animals..and hanging clothes.

Explanation:

We live in an old-er home..and I say old-er because it was born { built } the same time I was.  And people must not have had very many clothes then...I know I didn't....and/or they must have been shorter..again, as was I.

Take the closets...small...not deep..not wide..one shelf above the wooden rod.  Not even enough room to "re-do".

And, I'm pretty sure Joan didn't have plastic hangers, so I'm thinking she was thinking "wood" but I think I can't really say with any certainty what she was thinking..I think, don't you?

I mean, of course you "think" ..but about the wood/plastic hanger debate thingy?

Anyway, you put a few of those thick, plastic hangers or the really-nice-but-wooden ones in ..and well everything else is totally smooched.

And... I have heard that your hanging clothes need to "breathe"..although I find that rather creepy.  I can just see my nice t-shirt huffing and puffing as I put it on..ick..

So, just wanted to give a little nod to the much-maligned wire hanger.

That's all.

XXOO