Things heard in a ladies fitting room today…..

I don’t like those freckles..I don’t want those freckles…look at those freckles..g’ma finally got the kid to shut up by telling her “then wear sunscreen…I thought I would try these jeans because you can’t beat $11 jeans..*groan… I can’t get these…I’m not even coming out to show you…OMG it is hideous…I look like a little Greek woman…mom said I had to try it on…

I was reasonably quiet because 1) I was alone; and 2) I was trying on swimsuits.  Wow…it was so much one point the thought occurred to me that the manufacturers were putting tags on suits that were just plain false advertising.  Not one of them made me look immediately thin…or even thinner.  I also had new found respect for workers who stuff pork into the casings at the meat packing plant.  I really must have a suit for vacation and I’ve committed to doing a water aerobics class with a friend several times a week.  I’m seriously hoping the water aerobics class works miracles in the next couple of months so I can get into the suit I wore 3 years ago.

No big purchases at the auction last night.  I did come home with 5 elephant mobiles..ImageImageImage

I have 2 to spare so if anyone wants one…let me know.  They can be in the mail Monday morning.

Rained all day..Sunday is supposed to be sunny and the rest of the week looks good. That makes me very happy!

Until next time….



I think the comfort of your bed has less to do with thread count of your sheets…..

and more to do with your anxiety level.  When I was young, I loved to sleep or loved to lounge in bed in the morning.  Whether it was a dread of waking up to a particular circumstance or dread of a particular deed of a day, I don’t know; but I could easily lounge around in bed – sleeping off and on until I had to get up.  Having kids kind of messed that up but not sure I realized it at the time…you have to do what you have to do. The next big change was shift work…having a job that does not allow you to sleep normal…like everyone else.  I would fall into bed totally exhausted at 0730, sleep my 8 to 10 hours, get up without an alarm  but get up because there were things to do.  I don’t remember that era of sleep being particularly bad.  Then came the getting up with an alarm every morning phase.  With that phase came a guilt about sleeping in even when I didn’t have to work.  All in my mind….and the dreaded anxiety of life which would wake me up in the middle of my night.  I hate the feelings of laying awake at night, knowing you have to get up in so many hours, my mind would race from one projected tragedy to the next until I exhausted myself  into sleep…somehow?  But now…post retirement…especially now on days where there is nothing on the calendar, I love  to quietly wake up in bed, reaching for the IPAD and reading or checking FB  – stretch, feel the nest in the mattress your body made all night – every movement finds a different comfort spot…


I give myself permission to lay there and stretch until I’m ready to get up.  Giving myself permission to relax is a lot more important than thread count!

Until next time….

Just a few thoughts this morning:

Even though I live in Missouri, Dish did not switch me over to Missouri local channels so I still have 5, 8, 13, etc.  I like it because I don’t have to re-learn the channels of my prime time TV.  I’m going to hate it come election time with Iowa’s first in the nation caucus idiot political ads.  I may call and get it switched.  I also don’t mind watching local news and the weather for  Iowa.  It is so awesome not to have to worry about weather now that I’m retired.  Several thunderstorms have moved through down here and I’ve been able to sit back and watch not have to load up and go in to work to help. 

With that being said.  Watched a Branstad commercial a few minutes ago.  He’s doing something right with the totally upbeat music.  I still don’t like him but he has a good publicity team.

Heading out to pickup Jaxon this morning, there was a turtle on his way to work going the other way.  I had an instantaneous thought that I hope he doesn’t get hit.  Don’t know why I thought that because I basically do not like turtles.  Anyone has heard the Nina Sue want a turtle story will understand.  Just as I had thought that…I watched in my rear view mirror as a guy in a mini van pulled over to the side of the road…the next car was a white work van and he didn’t pull over…I assume he straddled and didn’t run over it…that could have just been an emotional ugly scene…thank goodness I rounded the curve and could no longer watch.

I let Jaxon watch some quickie videos Jenny had recorded and put on his Facebook page.  At first, he was looking at me and laughing while he watched one of Justin and him giggling…and one of him walking but as soon as he heard mama’s voice saying Jaxon – he looked around the room and then started giving me that I’m going to cry Grandma because I can’t see my mommy” look.  I just want to get into his little head and know what is going on in there.

Presently we are in the computer room…he’s trying to remove the floor vents for the air conditioner.  I’ll be glad when that phase is over 🙂  I’m going to have a great day!

Until next time….