Bloggers Reunion!

Today My cousin Janet, my dear friend Megan, brought a special guest Heather, to our home. Along with Hubby and Emily, we’d been planning this for a few weeks, and it worked out so well, as the puppies are just at a great age to entertain us all for hours.

This was the first time I’d met Heather in person, although I have been reading her blog for a couple of years. I felt like I knew her so well. In fact, she was just as wonderful as I knew she would be and fit in here, at puppy central quite well.

I made a bunch of appetizers and Janet brought some too, and Megan brought the most devilishly delightful Whoopee Pies for dessert!

My only complaint is that the time flew and before we knew it, the gals had to go. We had snow here most of the day, light snow, but enough to make the roads slippery. As sad as I was to see them go, I knew it was wise to get going before dark.

Here is a short video, of the girls as they took pictures of the pups. I teased them that they were the “Puppy Paparazzi”!

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In other news, today the pups are 5 weeks old. They are no longer walking around. No, now they are running. I’ll try to get some more video of them doing just that later this week, but I put together some pictures that Megan, Emily and I took. I hope you enjoy this little Montage.

I’m A Hottie!

I rolled over at 7:30 and tried not to wake up. Since I began this “get in shape” routine, last week, I have worked out every day but Sunday. I am getting good results already, but the feeling of being overwhelmingly exhausted has not left me. I also find that lifting my legs to walk up the stairs is a real ordeal. Okay, maybe it’s too soon to say that the results are good.

As I sat in the ladies locker room at the health club, after my shower this morning, I felt a sudden rush of heat. Yes, there is nothing more delightful than a hot flash after a hard workout and shower.

That was when I laughed.

Yes, I think I have lost my mind. Suddenly hot flashes seemed extraordinarily humorous to me. You see, I spent most all of my life feeling cold. My brother in-law once teased me about wearing knee socks in the summer, but quite honestly I needed them. I was also the woman who has slept next to Hubby all these years in the summer, when he is completely naked and sweating and there I lie in flannel pajamas, socks and a comforter! So this new body change, called a “hot flash” is a real hoot.

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I’m not claiming that suddenly I am like 99.9% of the population in the world. I still have cold feet, and I still wear flannel to bed. It’s just that I have these moments when I feel as if I have run a marathon on a hot summer day and my face is red and the sweat is pouring off my brow.

They bothered me at first and then one day, I realized that these “hot flashes” actually crack me up! I mean this is definitely a great example of the good Lord having a sense of humor! And…..that the good Lord is a man!

“Year Of Living Healthfully”

It was time to put up or shut up, and since I live in a house with my husband, who wasn’t about to let me forget my New Years resolution this soon, I actually started my “Year Of Living Healthfully” today.

Hubby reminded me last night. He placed the application for the Health Club on the breakfast bar with a pen. He also “noticed” what I was eating on New Years Day (still a holiday, right?), so I knew I was sunk.

I packed a bag with sneakers, a towel, a stretchy leotard type thing that I’ve had for years, and my swim suit. After eating my diet breakfast this morning, off to the gym we went.

I have to tell you, I’m a shy sort of girl. I don’t like changing my clothes in front of anyone, Hubby laughs because he says he’s not sure I am totally comfortable changing in front of him. Needless to say, since gaining back some of this weight, he is probably right.

I put on a cheerful face and off we went. I signed in, and tried not to feel as if I were signing my death warrant, however, tonight I am here to tell you, I sure feel like I did.

I rode bikes, I walked on treadmills, I pushed weighed, I pulled weighs, I lifted a little. I walked some more. Then I changed into my swim suit and did laps. Actually the pool part was the best. Warm water soothing all the places that had already started to ache.

Now the really tough part. Showering, and getting from the showers to the changing area without anyone seeing me. You see, my towel was too small. I am not sure what I was thinking when I packed it, but this thing only covered about 1/2 my body! So I raced from the showers to the dressing room, opened my combination lock in record time, and got into my clothes with the speed of a teenager who attempts to put out his cigarette and clear the smoke, when he hears his parents drive up early from a movie!

Thankfully, I was able to get into my unmentionables before anyone walked in on me. I quickly finished dressing, and did my hair and then chatted nervously with a few women who had come in to change.

Tonight I feel as if I have been worked over by a prize fighter. Everything sort of hurts, aches and feels heavy, reminding me that what I once got away with in my 20’s I can’t get away with now in my (eeek!) late 40’s.

Day 1 of the “Year Of Living Healthfully” has ended with me eating correctly all day and exercising more than I have in about three years!

As The Stomach Turns…

The after Thanksgiving turkey sandwiches seem to be getting to me. (burp!) During the afternoon on Monday, I began to literally feel quite ill. Not the “uh-oh, I have food poisoning” kind of ill, but the “I can’t believe I ate the whole thing” kind of ill.

I started with a tall glass of Alka Seltzer. I swear it made me feel even worse. Next I tried some Tums and even those couldn’t cure the beast brewing bile in my belly. Then I tried some Pepto. Nothing was working at all, so I decided to just quit eating.

Well, technically I didn’t quit. I made myself a bowl of Cream of Wheat for dinner and some toast. I’d hoped that would sit okay, but I could feel those little gurgles that told me, all was not well.

The thing is, I’m having to face the fact that I’m just getting old. (At least my stomach is, anyway.) I simply cannot eat what I used to. I’ve always loved spicy foods, in fact, the spicier the better, but lately I’m lucky if I can hack salt and pepper on my eggs. So what gives?

There simply has to be an up side to getting old. I mean, you get wrinkles, gray hair, a bulging waistline, and arthritis. Now I have to suffer the inability to eat spicy food as well? This just isn’t fair!

Somehow your golden years should be full of wild parties, spicy foods and food orgies, the ones that you couldn’t indulge in during your youth because those oh so small and derrière hugging jeans would simply not allow it.

Nearing the age of 50, one should be able to enjoy their life, and eat what they want, without the repercussions of acid reflux.

When (if), I get to Heaven I plan to have a really serious talk with the “Big Guy” about the design of the average middle aged woman!

Why It’s Great To Be 48

As today is my birthday, I was trying to gather my thoughts and put into words why it’s great to be 48, when I found myself sort of stumped. Sure, I could start with a joke like:

It’s great to be 48 because you never have to worry about getting carded when buying liquor and having to dig around in the bottom of your purse and not being able to find your ID. (Trust me, no one asks to see it anymore!)

But I don’t drink so the joke was somewhat contrived and hollow. Then I thought of one that was a little bit funnier:

It’s great to be 48 because menopause hits and you no longer have to spend thousands of dollars on vacations to heat up your body in the Caribbean. A hot flash at 2 AM does the same thing for free!

But that didn’t do it for me either.

I think the best way to describe why it is great to be 48 is that I am all grown up. I know who I am, what I want in my life and I love the people and the pets I am sharing my life with. My life is good, I am happy and in return, I am well loved.

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I remember in my youth thinking that 48 was VERY OLD, one foot in the grave, but now I feel young and vital and full of life. 48 is just the beginning!

Yes, it is Great To Be 48!!!

Thursday 13 #28

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My birthday is tomorrow, so today is my birthday 13. I called my mother and interviewed her. Here are some of her comments and mine.

1. I was Born November 17, 1958
2. At 12:01 PM I was born ready for lunch!
3. I was born in Wareham, Massachusetts. At that time it was the closest hospital to Cape Cod where we lived.
4. I weighed in at 9 pounds and 1 ounce! I know, this is big!
5. I was 21 inches long. I think this is average.
6. My mother was in labor for about 5 hours, but says it wasn’t bad. Of course back then they knocked you out so her memories are more of the nice sleep she had than of actually delivering me.
7. I was born a few days early. This is due to my intense love of turkey and the fact that I was hoping for my first turkey dinner. I didn’t get it for an entire year!
8. I had white blond fuzz on my head and very dark eyes that quickly turned brown.
9. If I’d been a boy my name would have been David Arthur. Needless to say, I am happy to be a girl.
10. My grandmother was already down taking care of my brother and sister, but my Aunt Betty and Uncle George drove down with Janet to see the new baby.
11. My mother stayed in the hospital until just before Thanksgiving. Back then they gave you almost a week to “recover” from giving birth.
12. My sister was thrilled with my arrival. She wanted a little sister. She was 5 and 1/4 years old, and I was her living doll.
13. My middle name is Jewel, which I have always thought was pretty strange. Then again, I have never met anyone with this name, except a dog.

The purpose of the meme is to get to know everyone who participates a little bit better every Thursday. Visiting fellow Thirteeners is encouraged! If you participate, leave the link to your Thirteen in others comments. It’s easy, and fun! Be sure to update your Thirteen with links that are left for you, as well! I will link to everyone who participates and leaves a link to their 13 things.


The Princess And The Pillow

We all have things in our lives that we like certain ways. You know, steak cooked medium rare, ketchup with our salted french fries, dark chocolate as opposed to milk chocolate. However, there is one area of my life, so Hubby tells me, where my specifications border on being an obsessive compulsive………….That is MY PILLOW.

A few years ago I started waking up with a crick in my neck. After a few weeks of this, I bought a new pillow. After all, my old pillow was very flat and it was well used. The new pillow failed after about three weeks, maybe a month. So I went out and got another one, but that one also failed after a few weeks.

It became an obsession for me to find a comfortable pillow. I started reading ads in catalogues and I searched online for information. My family started giving me advice on a pillow comfort solution.

I bought a latex foam pillow, but found it gave no support for my head (which is large and heavy, sort of like a bobble doll). I tried a memory foam core pillow wrapped in polyester fiberfill, but it lost its memory after a week. I tried feather pillows, but they flattened out in 30 seconds.

What I needed, I determined, was an overstuffed, hypoallergenic, fiberfilled pillow. My quest began.

I tried the Internet, read ads and looked in bed and bath shops, but I found nothing. Then yesterday I was in Wal-Mart, and I saw a pillow that had it all. Overstuffed, extra firm, king sized, and hypoallergenic. Best of all, after all the money I have spent on the other pillows, this one was only $15.00!

I was filled with anticipation as I tossed this pillow into my cart. When I got it home, I carefully put on a pillow cover and pillow case, and placed it with great reverance on my bed. I stared at it for a moment, and I could feel myself begin to tear up.

After that I could hardly wait for bed. At 10 o’clock last night Greta and I hit the sheets and when my head fell onto my new pillow I could feel the joy well up in my heart.

So much for one night. Ask me again in a month.

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Back Home Again…

I was up fairly early at my sister’s on Sunday and since this was the day to drive back north, I decided to hit the road once I had showered and had some coffee. I was on the road by 7:30 with almost no traffic. It was sunny, cold but clear for the drive home, thus it was enjoyable. What wasn’t enjoyable were the state police, sitting out every 10 miles or so waiting to nail unsuspecting drivers. I’m a “Granny Driver”, so I was safe. I managed one stop for gas 15 miles from home, and still made the trip (usually a 4 + hour drive) in 3 hours and 45 minutes!

When I entered the house, Emily was here, pup sitting, and when I entered Fritz and Greta went crazy! Especially Greta. Then I nearly fainted when I saw how much her belly had changed!

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Emily also took a few pictures of Greta today. She is changing in so many ways, not just her ever growing belly. She seems quieter and just wants to snuggle with blankets.

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I can hardly wait for Friday when I take Greta to the Vet’s and we get official word on her pregnancy!

Meanwhile, it’s really good to be home!

A Surprise for Me!

Today for family day, all of Mel’s kids and grandkids, were due to come over along with my folks for dinner. Mel was making my favorite turkey dinner, with chestnut stuffing, mashed potatoes, butternut squash, gravy and of course, lots of turkey.
However, when the doorbell rang and I went to open it, thinking it was Taft or Luke, there stood my daughter, Amanda! Oh I was so surprised and I started to cry! No sooner had I stopped crying with happiness then my Uncle George and cousin, Janet arrive too! I was so shocked by this surprise party for me!!!
I am afraid I am a real emotional person. All of this love and caring for me, struck a very soft place in my soul and I cried like a baby.
I have dreamt of someone giving me a surprise party all of my life, but I am such a detective that no one has ever even tried to do this. My sister planned well and I didn’t have a clue!
We had a traditional Thanksgiving dinner with all of the trimmings. This is my favorite meal and at one point Maria, my niece said that it felt more like Thanksgiving than some Thanksgivings that they’d had. This made me feel even better because here we were, all of the family together for the first time in many, many years and it just felt so right.
I’m still floating on cloud nine right now with so much happiness. I fear I am over using that word right now, but happy I truly do feel!
To end, here are some pictures from my day.

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My Uncle George hugging a teary eyed me.

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Me, Amanda, Uncle George and my mother. (Janet is in the background)

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Taft, Abby and Luke.

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Getting ready to blow out those candles!
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My daughter, Amanda.
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My sister, Mel, Taft, helping me open my gifts and me.
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A very happy me.
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Taft and me.
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My parents, my sister and me.
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Amanda and Janet
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Me with my favorite cousin!
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My parents with me and my daughter.