I took the afternoon off today so I could go to a board meeting. I am the new editor of the Coalition for Living Well After 50's newsletter. This was my chance to meet some board members and hear some old and new news. Very interesting!
The meeting was about a half mile from one of the Goodwill stores so I headed over when it ended. I found lots of craft magazines and booklets! I probably should have heeded the signs - like when a pile of them fell off the top shelf and bounced off my cart. And another pile slipped off a lower shelf and spilled by my feet. You would think that would discourage me. But NOOOO! Not when there is a craft treasure to be found!!! I did end up with quite a few booklets but there are plenty left. REALLY! If you are a craft person, there is one tip for you. Goodwill - east side in Lafayette. BIG TIP! Saturday the 20th is 50% off at most of the Indiana Goodwills. And... I WON'T BE THERE! So you know that means there will be that many more treasures for you!!!
I decided after I left Goodwill that I badly needed a Pepsi. Culver's is right around the corner. Hmmm.... Pepsi AND a sundae! That could be my dinner. They have a blueberry sundae so being the fruit and vegetable conscious person that I am (HA!) I decided that sounded good. The cashier asked if I wanted a lid and I said yes. Thank God for that!!! I had my Pepsi in my cup holder so I set the sundae down on the passenger seat. It was flat, seemed steady and had my purse behind it. You would think that would have gotten it home. What I forgot was the law of centrifugal force. If you speed around a corner, things go flying. All was well until I decided I could beat a car and turn left. I whipped around that corner and OOPS! the sundae went flying! It wedged itself top up between the seat and the door. I just kept watching it picturing blueberries and ice crewam dripping all over my truck. I finally couldn't take it any more and when I stopped at a light, I unbuckled my seat belt, reached over and got it. I then propped it inside my purse where it happily sat until I got home.
I do have to say that was some YUMMY ice cream!! Their fruit always tastes fresh and the custard was smooth and tasty. It was worth it!
Hope your Monday went well for you!
Monday, June 15, 2009
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
The Orange Shoes go to the gym
Those orange New Balance shoes have become quite a conversation piece! The first time I wore them to the gym (Miracles Fitness) I had to show them off to Dan the owner. I said "Aren't they cool?" and he said yes. Then he noticed that they matched my shirt AND my purse. (I swear I didn't do it on purpose!) A couple of days later I was asking what my group should wear for their training session. He said gym shoes are a must - no work shoes. If I was nice, I could tell them where to get shoes or I could keep it to myself and be the only orange superstar. He then said "Try not to intimidate. Matching shoes, shirt and bag are not required." WELL!
The next time I worked out I wore a green shirt and my new shoes. I was on the rocker board and Dan was staring at my feet. I thought he was looking at my lack of balance - which is why I use it! But noooooo, he said "Your shoes and your shirt don't match." Okay, now we're on. So the NEXT time I wore the shoes, orange shirt and an orange hairband. I pointed out that I was now matching. His comment? "Fashion lives." So the next week I added an orange watch (thanks to good buddy Ann who loaned it to me). That got a grin and shake of the head. We have two more weeks left in the Biggest Loser program (the day I have been wearing my orange). What to do next??? My friends - who already know I'm insane - have suggested orange hair dye, nail polish, earrings... This is quite fun!
Little did I know what these shoes would cause when I got them!
Do you have any "orange shoes"? Something that causes a reaction? I hope so!
The next time I worked out I wore a green shirt and my new shoes. I was on the rocker board and Dan was staring at my feet. I thought he was looking at my lack of balance - which is why I use it! But noooooo, he said "Your shoes and your shirt don't match." Okay, now we're on. So the NEXT time I wore the shoes, orange shirt and an orange hairband. I pointed out that I was now matching. His comment? "Fashion lives." So the next week I added an orange watch (thanks to good buddy Ann who loaned it to me). That got a grin and shake of the head. We have two more weeks left in the Biggest Loser program (the day I have been wearing my orange). What to do next??? My friends - who already know I'm insane - have suggested orange hair dye, nail polish, earrings... This is quite fun!
Little did I know what these shoes would cause when I got them!
Do you have any "orange shoes"? Something that causes a reaction? I hope so!
Thursday, June 4, 2009
An old funny but a goodie!
AAADD
KNOW THE SYMPTOMS......
Thank goodness there's a name for this disorder. Somehow I feel better,even though I have it!!
Recently, I was diagnosed with A.A.A.D.D. - Age Activated Attention Deficit Disorder.
This is how it manifests:
I decide to water my garden. As I turn on the hose in the driveway, I look over at my car and decide it needs washing. As I start toward the garage, I notice mail on the porch table that I brought up from the mail box earlier.
I decide to go through the mail before I wash the car. I lay my car keys on the table, put the junk mail in the garbage can under the table, and notice that the can is full.
So, I decide to put the bills back on the table and take out the garbage first.
But then I think, since I'm going to be near the mailbox when I take out the garbage anyway, I may as well pay the bills first...
I take my check book off the table, and see that there is only one check left. My extra checks are in my desk in the study, so I go inside the house to my desk where
I find the can of Coke I'd been drinking. I'm going to look for my checks, but first I need to push the Coke aside so that I don't accidentally knock it over.
The Coke is getting warm, and I decide to put it in the refrigerator to keep it cold.
As I head toward the kitchen with the Coke, a vase of flowers on the counter catches my eye--they need water. I put the Coke on the counter and discover my reading glasses that I've been searching for all morning.
I decide I better put them back on my desk, but first I'm going to water the flowers.
I set the glasses back down on the counter, fill a container with water and suddenly spot the TV remote. Someone left it on the kitchen table. I realize that tonight when we go to watch TV, I'll be looking for the remote, but I won't remember that it's on the kitchen table, so I decide to put it back in the den where it belongs,
but first I'll water the flowers.
I pour some water in the flowers, but quite a bit of it spills on the floor. So, I set the remote back on the table, get some towels and wipe up the spill. Then, I head down the hall trying to remember what I was planning to do.
At the end of the day:
the car isn't washed
the bills aren't paid
there is a warm can of Coke sitting on the counter
there is still only 1 check in my check book,
I can't find the remote,
I can't find my glasses,
and, I don't remember what I did with the car keys.
Then, when I try to figure out why nothing got done today, I'm really baffled because I know I was busy all day, and I'm really tired.
I realize this is a serious problem, and I'll try to get some help for it,
but first I'll check my e-mail......
If you're like me, this happens a little too often! =:0
Take care!
KNOW THE SYMPTOMS......
Thank goodness there's a name for this disorder. Somehow I feel better,even though I have it!!
Recently, I was diagnosed with A.A.A.D.D. - Age Activated Attention Deficit Disorder.
This is how it manifests:
I decide to water my garden. As I turn on the hose in the driveway, I look over at my car and decide it needs washing. As I start toward the garage, I notice mail on the porch table that I brought up from the mail box earlier.
I decide to go through the mail before I wash the car. I lay my car keys on the table, put the junk mail in the garbage can under the table, and notice that the can is full.
So, I decide to put the bills back on the table and take out the garbage first.
But then I think, since I'm going to be near the mailbox when I take out the garbage anyway, I may as well pay the bills first...
I take my check book off the table, and see that there is only one check left. My extra checks are in my desk in the study, so I go inside the house to my desk where
I find the can of Coke I'd been drinking. I'm going to look for my checks, but first I need to push the Coke aside so that I don't accidentally knock it over.
The Coke is getting warm, and I decide to put it in the refrigerator to keep it cold.
As I head toward the kitchen with the Coke, a vase of flowers on the counter catches my eye--they need water. I put the Coke on the counter and discover my reading glasses that I've been searching for all morning.
I decide I better put them back on my desk, but first I'm going to water the flowers.
I set the glasses back down on the counter, fill a container with water and suddenly spot the TV remote. Someone left it on the kitchen table. I realize that tonight when we go to watch TV, I'll be looking for the remote, but I won't remember that it's on the kitchen table, so I decide to put it back in the den where it belongs,
but first I'll water the flowers.
I pour some water in the flowers, but quite a bit of it spills on the floor. So, I set the remote back on the table, get some towels and wipe up the spill. Then, I head down the hall trying to remember what I was planning to do.
At the end of the day:
the car isn't washed
the bills aren't paid
there is a warm can of Coke sitting on the counter
there is still only 1 check in my check book,
I can't find the remote,
I can't find my glasses,
and, I don't remember what I did with the car keys.
Then, when I try to figure out why nothing got done today, I'm really baffled because I know I was busy all day, and I'm really tired.
I realize this is a serious problem, and I'll try to get some help for it,
but first I'll check my e-mail......
If you're like me, this happens a little too often! =:0
Take care!
Monday, June 1, 2009
Monday Funny - Jellyfish Bad Day
I love when friends share jokes! Here is one for Monday...
Next time you have a bad day at work think of this guy..
Rob is a commercial saturation diver for Global Divers in Louisiana. He
performs underwater repairs on offshore drilling rigs. Below is an E-mail
he sent to his sister. She then sent it to radio station 103.2 FM in Ft.
Wayne , Indiana , who was sponsoring a worst job experience contest.
Needless to say, she won.
Hi Sue,
Just another note from your bottom-dwelling brother.
Last week I had a bad day at the office. I know you've been feeling down
lately at work, so I thought I would share my dilemma with you to make you
realize it's not so bad after all
Before I can tell you what happened to me, I first must bore you with a
few technicalities of my job.
As you know, my office lies at the bottom of the sea. I wear a suit to the
office. It's a wet suit. This time of year the water is quite cool.
So what we do to keep warm is this: We have a diesel powered industrial
water heater. This $20,000 piece of equipment sucks the water out of the
sea. It heats it to a delightful temperature..
It then pumps it down to the diver through a garden hose, which is taped
to the air hose.
Now this sounds like a darn good plan, and I've used it several times with
no complaints.
What I do, when I get to the bottom and start working, is take the hose
and stuff it down the back of my wet suit. This floods my whole suit with
warm water.. It's like working in a Jacuzzi.
Everything was going well until all of a sudden, my butt started to itch.
So, of course, I scratched it. This only made things worse. With in a few
seconds my butt started to burn. I pulled the hose out from my back,
but the damage was done. In agony I realized what had happened.
The hot water machine had sucked up a jellyfish and pumped it into my
suit. Now, since I don't have any hair on my back, the jellyfish couldn't
stick to it. However, the crack of my butt was not as fortunate.
When I scratched what I thought was an itch, I was actually grinding the
jellyfish into the crack of my butt.
I informed the dive supervisor of my dilemma over the communicator. His
instructions were unclear due to the fact that he, along with five other
divers, were all laughing hysterically.
Needless to say I aborted the dive. I was instructed to make three
agonizing in-water decompression stops totaling thirty-five minutes before
I could reach the surface to begin my chamber dry decompression.
When I arrived at the surface, I was wearing nothing but my brass helmet.
As I climbed out of the water, the medic, with tears of laughter running
down his face, handed me a tube of cream and told me to rub it on my butt
as soon as I got in the chamber.
The cream put the fire out, but I couldn't poop for two days because my
butt was swollen shut.
So, next time you're having a bad day at work, think about how much worse
it would be if you had a jellyfish shoved up your butt..
Now repeat to yourself, 'I love my job, I love my job, I love my job.'
Now whenever you have a bad day, ask yourself, is this a jellyfish bad day?
May you NEVER have a jellyfish bad day!!!!!
Next time you have a bad day at work think of this guy..
Rob is a commercial saturation diver for Global Divers in Louisiana. He
performs underwater repairs on offshore drilling rigs. Below is an E-mail
he sent to his sister. She then sent it to radio station 103.2 FM in Ft.
Wayne , Indiana , who was sponsoring a worst job experience contest.
Needless to say, she won.
Hi Sue,
Just another note from your bottom-dwelling brother.
Last week I had a bad day at the office. I know you've been feeling down
lately at work, so I thought I would share my dilemma with you to make you
realize it's not so bad after all
Before I can tell you what happened to me, I first must bore you with a
few technicalities of my job.
As you know, my office lies at the bottom of the sea. I wear a suit to the
office. It's a wet suit. This time of year the water is quite cool.
So what we do to keep warm is this: We have a diesel powered industrial
water heater. This $20,000 piece of equipment sucks the water out of the
sea. It heats it to a delightful temperature..
It then pumps it down to the diver through a garden hose, which is taped
to the air hose.
Now this sounds like a darn good plan, and I've used it several times with
no complaints.
What I do, when I get to the bottom and start working, is take the hose
and stuff it down the back of my wet suit. This floods my whole suit with
warm water.. It's like working in a Jacuzzi.
Everything was going well until all of a sudden, my butt started to itch.
So, of course, I scratched it. This only made things worse. With in a few
seconds my butt started to burn. I pulled the hose out from my back,
but the damage was done. In agony I realized what had happened.
The hot water machine had sucked up a jellyfish and pumped it into my
suit. Now, since I don't have any hair on my back, the jellyfish couldn't
stick to it. However, the crack of my butt was not as fortunate.
When I scratched what I thought was an itch, I was actually grinding the
jellyfish into the crack of my butt.
I informed the dive supervisor of my dilemma over the communicator. His
instructions were unclear due to the fact that he, along with five other
divers, were all laughing hysterically.
Needless to say I aborted the dive. I was instructed to make three
agonizing in-water decompression stops totaling thirty-five minutes before
I could reach the surface to begin my chamber dry decompression.
When I arrived at the surface, I was wearing nothing but my brass helmet.
As I climbed out of the water, the medic, with tears of laughter running
down his face, handed me a tube of cream and told me to rub it on my butt
as soon as I got in the chamber.
The cream put the fire out, but I couldn't poop for two days because my
butt was swollen shut.
So, next time you're having a bad day at work, think about how much worse
it would be if you had a jellyfish shoved up your butt..
Now repeat to yourself, 'I love my job, I love my job, I love my job.'
Now whenever you have a bad day, ask yourself, is this a jellyfish bad day?
May you NEVER have a jellyfish bad day!!!!!
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