Woo Hoo!

NO school work to do tonight! Got it ALL done at work today--!

Even some of my job too :)

Did I tell you I eyed a treadmill at Wal-mart the other day? GREAT price. Was in a box tho. So WHO puts it together? Until that mystery is solved, the treadmill stays in the box, in the store.

Hot again. 103 degrees F, with a heat index of 107--or was that 109--or really who cares? I put a pie pan of water for the birds in the back yard. It's cute to see them just stand in it. My backyard animals eat so much better than me--they need to get a job.

Last few days, as I've talked to folks, I've noticed they take quick look at my chest. I'm thinking, gee, are the bon-bons that over flowing? Then I remember, I've worn a shirt where some of my scar shows. Ya know, from that little open heart surgery adventure had back in '06. My scar got all thick and I've learned to deal with it. I know my scar makes some uneasy, yet I'm glad I've finally got to the point to let it hang all out. It does clash with stuff I wear sometimes, which is what ticks me--so I dust my scar with a little powder and off I go.

I recall a conversation about scars, with a non-physically scar'd chum. She made mention how some might wear their scar as a medal of honor instead of covering it. She had a vote for the covering it up. I responded how it IS my medal of honor, cuz if I didn't have it, I'd be dead about now.

And I ain't feelin' that.

So that note, I'm gonna end it for the day. Got me some FUN FICTION writing to do and Blue Bell Cookies n Cream Ice Cream to help shield from the heat!

It's ALL good--WOO HOO!

Sunday Short Stuff

Yep. I really mean it this time. Short sweet and to the point.

Sun gone down on this Sunday and what a grand day it was (and still is!). Got the Praise on at Inspiring Body of Christ Church. I've enjoyed the lesson of what my mission is, that Pastor Rickie Rush has given. How to utilize the gifts God has given me. I know my speech and my words are part of those gifts. Before I had that pesky little open heart surgery thing on March 14, 2006, I had symptoms of a stroke, My speech was effected with slurred and skipped words. I was more afraid of not speaking like myself ever again, than whatever the diagnosis was. Since then I've been awakened how my words, verbal and written, have made people feel. A working gift in progress. .

Then the Dallas Cowboys Shut OUT the Philadelphia Eagles 24-0! LOVE IT!

Same teams. Next Week. Same stadium. Can the Boyz beat the Donovan and his Eagles 3 times this season? It's gonna be hard--yet CAN be done!

Great, GREAT Sunday. Now for a bit more Blue Bell Ice Cream to savour!

See--short, sweet and to the point...

Kinda. :)

Saturday Catch Up...

Movie Man I played racquetball at High Noon today. Says he feels joy as he sees my technique improve. I didn’t need 911. Good improvement for me. Movie Man made me work the room. Said I gave up on some shots. Well, sure, because he didn’t put the ball in a spot where I was SURE to hit it! Instructed me how to think about where the ball should go instead of just “can I hit it?” Our games go to 21. Did I mention he spotted me 14 pts and gave me two serves to his one?

Still I lost. Every game.

Nonetheless, Movie Man says I’ve gotten better. I know it can’t be that much fun for him, since I’m not quite on his level. Yet, he’s been patient—he’s had too. Movie Man is headed to his best friend’s wedding in Orlando tomorrow, He’ll gone for the week. So no racquetball next Saturday, unless I get another chum to go.

Wait-Saturday is the book club I’m hosting in which I need to finish the book. Just about 300 pages to go. Before I tackle that, I need some ice cream and watch Friday’s episode of Young and the Restless…...

Painting Part II

...so much for thinking I did not paint myself last night. Imagine my horror, when I got into my car-AFTER-work, looked down and saw four splashes of red-orangish paint on my right foot and calf. Yep. Even with my complexion, my black and white capri pants---the red-orangish paint was visible.

Why didn't anybody tell me?

* sigh*

Oh well. My feet and calf are now paint free.

Just confirmed that paint is too orange....

I'm still glad there's ice cream in the freezer.