Want List

I want a bunch of peaches so I can make a bunch of pies and sell em.

Then I want my own treadmill so I can walk off all the peach pie I'd have to sample. I do like going to the Golden Oldie Rec Center--yet the TV is forever on Fox News.

Yes, everyone has a right to their opinions and I respect that. Although, Fox News... I've tried to change the station--especially when I'm alone. When someone comes in to the work out room, it's "Can I change this?" What is my usual choice of TV fare? Either HGTV or "Wheel of Fortune"--who doesn't like "Wheel of Fortune"? And it's too hot outside for me to walk--and I need more exercise. In two weeks, I'm going to try a Zumba class--stay tuned for THAT.

In the meantime, I'm back to my want of a bunch of peaches to make a bunch of pies. One of my classmates said if I'd SOLD some pies prior to Iowa trip--the trip woulda been PAID for. Hmm. Well, I do have PayPal.

Want a Good man in my life. One I won't scare off and is OK cleaning the cats' poo potty box?

Want less hips. I like my hips. Just want a little less of em.

Lastly, I want cats to have a desire to get a job....

Yea, like that's really gonna happen...

Monday Muse Moments

Windy, yet gorgeous sun filled day in Dallas. Instead of heading straight home to change and go to the rec center to bike and tread, I decided to jaunt to the park up the street from my house. Already had on my tennyshoes and comfy clothes-so why not? There's a pond there, alas there were no ducks to feed. Sat there for a moment then a picnic table became my stop.

The wind danced through the leaves and kissed my faced. Loved it. Made chums with a couple dogs and their humans. All nice indeed. In the midst of it all I did do some musings--musings which have consumed my moments of late:

Well, yes, Dancing With the Stars is one. Can't wait for that. Hard to explain how one show gives me so much pleasure. More than movies, but not more than football, yet more than American Idol. I guess because I always wanted to dance. Of course, seeing Donny Osmond helps too! :) Never once thought, those years ago, when he told me with his newest album at the time, would show he had as much soul as me, that Donny would grace us with ballroom dancing...just love it!

Seasons. Yep, the other things I thought about. Not so much the weather's change, yet more so how seasons change within relationships. Three relationships jumped to mind. All have spanned years. Now they've ended or close to the end. Makes me sad. Never want to say good bye to something which has been near and dear to my heart. However, know, deep in my heart it is the best thing. No words seemed to said. The no words actually show our drift away.

To sit at the picnic bench also made me realize I can't always drive 20 miles to walk around a park. Just because that park. by my old apartment, is familiar-need to let go. Sure I can always visit, yet the park up the street--pond and trees and dogs to meet and all, begs me for a sure promise we'll really get to know one another. Well, it is a pretty park...

In the meantime, I gotta get ready for Dancing With The Stars. Hope Donny brings it on home, while I pray Michael Irvin DANCES

Seasons. Change is hard, yet each season is beautiful.

Two

Inches. Count em. Two.
Measured my hips this morn and two inches were gone. Outta here.
Thrilled me!
Don't get me wrong. I love my hips--like I've said, always been and will be a full figured girl
Yet, my hips needed some help. Weren't lookin as good as I wanted them to
See, after the initial shock of weight gain instead of weight loss,
Since my recent exercise regimen-yea, it is common, but that doesn't thrill me.
Noticed my hips had changed.
Had to have a reason to not eat ALL the dee-lishus pint of Blue Bell Cookies n Cream ice cream
Yet could still savor a few spoonfuls-
Instead of my step on the scale and then my scream loud enough for neighbors to hear-
To measure said hips became the decision
There was a visible difference-even if I didn't have on my glasses or my contacts in
A difference--maybe not to anyone else, yet to ME!
When I wrapped the tape around my hips
Swore wouldn't pull it so tight circulation would be cut off
Nope. Honest wrap around
Two inches gone
Thrilled me!
Listen to poet Lucille Clifton while she gives Homage to My Hips
Because this is how it oughta be!

So

I stepped on the scale this morning. Imagine my glee when it didn't scream nor buckle as much as before! Like that ALOT! Can tell inches had eased off the hips, especially from the bike. And my legs aren't as tired and just happy on the things I'm seeing. More energy during the night to complete projects and sleep like a rock. Well, I sleep like a rock anyway a more peaceful rock.

I do hate exercise. Yet I like what exercise does for you, so I recommend it. Trust me, you'll hate it too, but like what it does for YOU.

So if you'll excuse me, gotta get in the rec center before I get on with my day.

Enjoy this Saturday!

It is...

Finally Friday!

Got out of work early (a BIG thumbs up on that!) We all had to skip lunch to be able to leave early. So needless to say I was starved when I exited. Wound up doing lunch with a chum, who just moved back to Dallas. Upon return to Dallas, she actually worked at the same place I did.

After 10 days my chum quit.

It was the right decision. Anyway, we chatted for about 3 hours. Long overdue. And alot of fun. When I left work, I'd pondered going to a movie--but heck, you can always do that. So to lunch I went. Made me realize I'd missed our get togethers, plus time has flown. Her daughter just turned 20.

* sigh*

So, on this Friday after the yummy burger I munched and dee-lish onions--which I gotta admit weren't at the best burger place in Dallas: Burger Island-and quite tasty on the tummy--gotta go tread and bike.

The scale didn't scream as much this morning. I can tell some inches have slid on off. Gotta like that.

If you will excuse me, gotta get the tennyrunners on and go do my thing.

Almost...

But not quite. The weekend---the LONG weekend. So in the meantime, after all the DWTS and American Idol, plus the banter I had going back and forth on chums' Facebook Walls, I'm ready for a breather! See, they were for Kris Allen, and I wasn't. Uh...I said no more Idol until 2010...I lied. Oh, and wouldn't ya know, one of those chums said I really knew how to stir up the pot.

Sweet!

Did the Senior Rec Center tonight and tomorrow morn, I'll step on the scale to see if it screams as loud. Hope not. Funny, how much I missed the whole bike, treadmill and read routine. Getting my nerve to do the pool there. My bestest good best friend, Bingo agreed she'd walk it with me. After the over 30 years, we've known each other, Bingo didn't realize how terrified of water I am. Like to be around it, wade, yet gotta always touch the bottom. Life as synchronized swimmer woulda been a dream unfilled.

I could go on and talk about a bunch of stuff, but ya know, that's what tomorrows are for. Right how, gotta finish putting the trash out, eat a salad, pet a cat and watch today's episode of the Young and the Restless.. I just want to slap Jill and wish I could remember the back story of Mary Jane and not feelin' Cybil Sheppard's daughter Clementine as Mac. Anyhoo, the train to Genoa City awaits.

And cue up the Commodores with "Sweet Love" just because I heard this in the grocery store tonight. Reminded of how good a song this is especially before Lionel Richie became LIONEL RICHIE, and when he played in a group.

Thursday Tender

OK. Went to my new home away from home: the Senior Rec Center. As I walked in I realized I read the door wrong yesterday. Indeed, the center was indeed closed yesterday when I showed up around 5:30. It closed at 5pm. So it was open, yet I was too late. Noted.

Anyway, I biked, tread and read "Angels and Demons." Sure it opens tomorrow with Tom Hanks, who doesn't know he loves me. Loved Tom since I first laughed at him in "Bosom Buddies"--I digress. I'd like to finish the book before I see the movie--but, ya know, may not happen--the thought is there.

After I biked, tread and read my feet let me know I needed new tenny shoes. Not too much cushion. Couldn't quite remember what year I bought these tennyshoes, so it's time. Can't let shoes keep me for doing some good for myself....like I had been. :)

And it's almost time for the weekend. My feet can handle that! While we wait for the Friday, I'll cue up my all time favorite rock band: 3 Dog Night. My heart is all over Cory Wells and his version of Try A Little Tenderness. I'm sure Otis Redding smiles up there in Heaven when he hears Cory do his thing.

I know I do. Sore tootsies and all. Need me some Tenderness. Sing it Mister Wells!