Quickie post today...

My newest obsessions:

My weed popper.  It is amazing...........!    Best little $20 I've spent in a Long time.  And the cool thing about it, is that it is so amazing that others want to try it... and so you can get others to weed your lawn (like Huck Finn and his fence painting project.... wait... that was Tom wasn't it.  Huck/Tom.... I get those two mixed up.  Dang it... I have to go look them up now.)  But anyway --- this weeder thingy just about pulls weeds FOR you.  (that's what I tell everyone and they say "Let me try."  Hahhaha...!)  It is pretty cool though.  Called a "Garden Weasel Weedpopper."  There are tons of weeders out there.  But this one is made of sturdy metal.  It appears it will hold up.  A bunch of them get bad reviews for being made out of inferior products that break quickly. 

Also --- water.  I've always been a water drinker but, now I'm adding stuff to it to make it exciting!!  (ok, it still isn't that exciting, but it looks better than plain water, and it is DOING more for you than plain water, and changes things up a bit so I stick with it.)   Lemon water (cause I love lemon, and it is really good for lots of things), Flax meal water (to give ya a boost of fiber which just about Everyone does Not get enough of!), and then the do-it-with-whatever-ingredients-you-like water.  Just put 8 cups of water in a 10 cup glass jar.  ( I have a glass measuring cup - 10 cups)  then add cucumber and/or melon and/or any fruit/berry and/or ANYTHING.    Let it sit in the fridge overnight.  Drink it all the next day.  Eat the stuff left in the jar (if ya want).   There ya  have it.  How fun does that sound???

Ok, gotta go get ready for my day.  Taking my bud (85) to the doc.  Regular checkup.  She won't want to go so we'll fuss about it for a while.  Then we'll go and have fun.  Who has fun at the doctor's?  WE do, that's who.  We have fun everywhere... near 'bout.  

Have a great one!!!  Day, that is!!  Week too... in case I don't get back here... but I will... ت

Guten Tag.   I think that is good morning, in German.  I must say,.. I wasn't paying attention all that well in my two years of German class.  I took it to make my dad proud.  FAIL!  Oh well, I tried! I get brownie points for that, eh?



Last day for oysters at Earl's.  If you don't know Earl.... I'm sorry that you aren't as close to heaven on Earth as me.... come on down... I'll introduce you.  You gotta pay for your own tho cause I aint rich ya know.  YET!!!  Anyway - he will not sell oysters in the hottest months... May, June, July, August, and September.  SOME folks sell them in Sept.  But not Earl. He has  his principles.  I forget what he said about that.  They are too small or something.... and not salty enough or something.  All's I know is I trust the man and his oysters and we are going up there in a few on his Last Day till Oct.  And our waitress is just the cutest, most adorablist little thing you ever did see.  Ok, it's Ash - but I'm not biased.   She is cute and adorable.  Plus we don't have to tip her cause just our presence is tip enough.  Well, ok, maybe we'll give her a tiny tip.... and here it is:  "Get a new job cause Earl's is Closing Tomorrow for 4 months!!"  (she already has another job - so we'll try to think up a better tip afore we get there.)   Anyhoo..... my belly is a grumbling so I best git to gittin!!!

Have a Fab Weekend.  I might be back tomorrow to fill ya inn on my adventures...  Ohhhhhh lucky you.....      OMG  I was trying to find a silly face for you and look what happened.   Oh well ---- Enjoy!!!

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Good evening.  I don't usually write at night.  Too tired.  Give me some ideas for pep, peeps!  I need more vim and vinegar... or sumpin!!

Had some good friends over for a shrimp boil today.  The shrimp were not so great.  But the friends were!  If you have good friends, you have everything!!!   And man am I blessed in that arena!!   Cept the one friend brought some strawberry whipped cream deal.  REALLY?  The Mister and I have been so good about no sugars lately.  We haven't had sweets (cept in fruit) for a couple weeks.  Soon as she left ---we --- honked that sucker down!!  Oh Yes we did.  Ohhhh mannnn.... who's idea was it to cut out sugar??  We didn't even put it on a plate.  We ate it out of the dish.  And then licked up the crumbs.  We were very bad.............. but yet............ Ohhhh mannnnn.....

I was going thru some old paperwork the other day and came across some of the girls' grade school work.  On one paper the question was... what is your first language?  My child answered "Baby Talk."  Hahahaha.....  Hey - ask a stupid question to a child... ya get what ya get!   Pretty funny.   And don't even get me started on their poetry........ Oh my......  If I wasn't so lazy, I'd go get some and share it with ya.  Maybe another day.  

Sitting on my new porch/office... listening to the crickets and wolves.  Ok, no wolves.  But earlier there were bats.  Bats / Wolves... close enough eh?    Tomorrow the Mister says we are eating Breakfast out here.  Who wants to join us?   I can't wait.  I'm gittin to bed so breakfast comes earlier!!!  ύ.ὺ

Howdy Folks!!

Sitting on my new porch office and looking out the window at the rain... and am wondering if life gets more Blissful than this. My crazy cat is staring at me. She wants me to leave so she can knock the stuff off my desk AGAIN. She does not tire of it. Yet, all the bending to pick it all up again is good exercise, so I allow it.

Hopefully I'll have my container garden planted tomorrow... on the deck, out the window to my left. So I can be Mistress Nita, quite contrary - how does your garden grow. Those wild varmints won't get away with as much this year. I'll be a watching!! Tho this morning, a little squirrel sat on the rail right smack beside me and Lucifer Lil (but obviously knowing he had a window betwixt us.) Just sat there, as Lil was "singing" or whatever that weird sound is that cats make when they want to kill something but can't because they have cruel owners that won't let them outside. I'm only calling myself her owner, cause she can't read. Otherwise she'd set me straight on who owns whom, by golly!! She is a tiny cat (2 years old, but you'd never know. She quit growing. But she has short cat syndrome. MEAN mean mean...) so the squirrel was bigger than her. He could have taken her in a fair fight!

Well, I"m fixin to venture off in the rain to get more veggies. I have sooo much fun with my juicer. I should keep track of what it is costing me to play with it every day. (Veggies aint cheap ya know). But I don't wanna spoil my fun just yet. Remind me to get some celery, will ya? I keep forgetting it. I'm not a huge celery fan, but it is good for ya, so I'm gonna Juice it!!

I should go... but I am enjoing the view right now... too much. I wish you all could come sit in my little office with TONS of windows all around. This really IS heaven - I'm pretty sure! Ohhhh the books you could write.... Hey - now there is an idea!!! ;o)

Have a great weekend everyone!!! ♥

Good Morning!!

Sorry I've been absent for so long.  I have  had such a busy time lately.  My Ursela came to town, her hubster (SIL) had his first MMA match (which I went to.  SURPRISE!), I've been remodeling my back porch to turn it into an office for me to write in (!!!), I got a juicer,  my Ezmerelda moved to her own place, I've been "playing" with my newest, most coolest yard sale finds, and spending more time with my buddy R. (85 years young).   SOOOO   that's been a busy month, eh?  No excuse though.   Just freaking DO IT already --- and steadily!  There - that is your lesson for the day.  Steady, Daily, no excuses, persistence will get you ANYWHERE you want to be.  Period.  Don't lemme hear you say, "Yeah, but what about...."  No --- I said Period, and that means no Yeah Buts....!!!  Get 'er Done.  Period.

 Success to me:  Write this down --- there may be a test later.  Aw Heck --- there WILL be a test later....

Success is: Believing in Yourself.  To the point where no matter what ANYONE else thinks about you... it does not change how YOU think about you.  Think about that for a second.  Can you imagine thinking you are the greatest thing since sliced bread?  (Sliced bread is not really good for you btw.)    But your inner thoughts and beliefs ARE good for you and that is the number one thing that you need to know and feel and Own.  Did that make sense? Think of yourself as  An asset to life.... to the world...     The potential is there.  And I really really really want you to feel the same way I do.  It is just so amazing.  And my only regret is that I wasn't able to feel this 40 years ago.  Ohhhhhhhhh how my life could have been different.  But --- that is ok.  My past life is a big part of who I am now, and so if I had learned all this back then.......... my head would likely have been too big to fit through any doorway!  I'm grateful that I discovered THIS me now, and I'm planning to run with it.   Join me, eh?!!!  ♥

Good Morning!  It’s gonna be a dreary, possibly rainy day.  I was supposed to mow the lawn for my friend.  Might not happen.  But I’ll just do it tomorrow then…….  Gotta love flexibility.  I don’t take it for granted, I assure you.  It is part of my daily gratitudes.  “Thank you Lord, that I don’t have to ‘work’ a traditional job, so I can do the ‘job of the day’ that you assign me!”  And that --- is why it’s a ‘good morning’ despite the impending rain. 

Anyway – I wanted to write about a little quote I read this morning:  “Don’t regret growing older.  It is a privilege denied to many.”  I gotta say  I’m not crazy about the wrinkles, nor the slowed metabolism, nor the fatigue, nor … this is going the wrong way…   I AM crazy about the freedom.  The freedom to Do what I want to do, no matter how crazy it is, and people accept it because “She’s old… they do weird things at that age.”   You get more respect…  for the most part.  I kind of dislike being called  dear, or sweetie, or honey by strangers because it seems disrespectful.  I am not THEIR dear, or sweetie, or honey – so when they do it, it makes me feel old.  I don’t mind BEING old.  But I don’t feel old inside, so I don’t want to be reminded of it.  Does that make sense?   

We were playing a game at my daughter’s house.  Forget which game, but you were asked a question and the other players had to guess which answer you wrote down.  My question was something like, what one thing in your life would you be happier without?  I forget what the choices were, but one was “mirrors.”  It took me 10 seconds to answer that and took each of them 10 seconds to guess my answer correctly.  One of them said, “I see you change your attitude when you see your reflection in the window of the car, you won’t sit behind the driver in a car because you don’t want to see yourself in the rear view mirror.  You always seem so happy and carefree – until you see your reflection.”  Wow.  I didn’t know I was so transparent.  I really try to not be that way.  I know how blessed I am to look this way, and not worse. I see people with tumors that keep re-growing, and I know I am so blessed I don’t have that.  I see people who have been in a fire, or a bad car accident, or mutilated by a stranger, and I am so glad I don’t have those issues.   I AM better about it.  Really I am, but I’m not “there” yet.  After all, it isn’t about how you Look, it’s about how you Act.   I feel guilty for feeling this way… it seems so petty and ungrateful…………  Enough of this.  Must be the gloomy weather taking over me.  Enough I say.  It IS a good day, and I am beautiful…….  So there! 

Where did that come from?  This started out as a means to tell you to embrace your age.  Be grateful for being old, because some don’t get that privilege.  I AM grateful.  I think I am more open minded, because I’ve felt the gamut of emotions over the years, so I can be more understanding of other’s emotions.  I have felt like behaving differently than how I did behave, but was too reserved to ‘be me.’ So I Love it when people do their ‘own thing’ as long as it isn’t truly hurting anyone.  Saw a teen on a skateboard with a “rooster comb, dyed green” on his head yesterday and he looked so care-free…. I would NEVER have been so bold.  I respect that… but glad I don’t have to look at it every day. (>‿◠)  

 I just think I am less judgmental, and  more flexible in my thinking, and enjoy each day a little fuller, because it might be one of my last.  Course that has ALWAYS been true, but I feel it more as I age.   Well, I best wrap this up.  Just rambling more than usual today --- Thank you for joining me. 

Love this Poem:  I've loved it since I first saw it as a teen.  I now know that I didn't have to wait to be "old" to "wear purple and red."  But I guess I had to get "old" to really Realize it!  Wasted my youth being who I thought everyone else wanted me to be.  Nonsense.  Be YOU --- And do it NOW!!! 

Warning

When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn't go, and doesn't suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals, and say we've no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I'm tired
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
And run my stick along the public railings
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick flowers in other people's gardens
And learn to spit.

You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
And eat three pounds of sausages at a go
Or only bread and pickle for a week
And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes.

But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
And pay our rent and not swear in the street
And set a good example for the children.
We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.

But maybe I ought to practice a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.

Jenny Joseph