Good Mood, No Coffee

I should clarify, I don’t actually catch the froglets in my hands, I use my handy-dandy Frog-Wrangling Gloves by Ronco. Gickkkk. They are still gross and squiggly and nakie. (that’s how my kids used to pronounce “naked”)

Finally, a drizzly morning where I don’t have to immediatly go out and work on the deck. I got a coat of paint on it yesterday, it’s looking very snazzy. Also, got my steps built. Had to cover with tarp, as it was going to rain last night.

I’m very brown and strong right now. I just feel good. I have to document when I feel good. I look at my back every morning in the wall-mount bathroom mirror, and I  have a little tiny love affair with myself. Is that wrong? If loving me is wrong, I don’t wanna be right. Heh. I’m just grateful to be able to do some stuff. I’m grateful if I’m sore and achey, because it means I moved, sometimes MOUNTAINS, the day before.  I actually have muscles in my back and shoulders that were NEVER there, even when I was young. The skin is brown, freckled across my shoulders. My back-bone is not visible, my ribs either, just smooth muscle. (I look better than my horse!) I sorta have little love-handles now, or maybe they’re actually hips, I don’t know, but I’m curvier than I used to be. I’m the same weight, maybe 5-10 lbs more, but it’s all settled in a little curvy place that I could either choose to love or hate. I remember when this happened too, I remember the precise MOMENT I got hips, it was that summer Hubz and I first started camping and fishing together. I was naked a lot that summer, and I said to Hubz, I said, I’m getting a little fat around the middle, don’t you think? And he said, “Hon. Let your body take you where it wants to go.” Which is why he is my favorite husband EVER. He probably doesn’t even remember saying that, but I’ll never forget it. Meh, well, enough navel-gazing…

OH! That reminds me of something I read in Rita Rudner’s latest book, I can’t remember the name of it, but she says, I’m at the age now where I don’t want to look too good from behind, and turn around and scare people! HARRR!!! Way-ass too true.

Hubz came home and grilled chicken. We had a nice dinner out on the picnic table. Hubz really gets a charge out of that, he looks around, all appreciative-like, he’s happy as shizzle, he’s got a big plate of food, and he says, “LOOK at this yard! Just look at it! The flowers and the trees, and this great food… We are so lucky. We need to remember…” And then he trails off into his bliss-land… He’s a funny guy sometimes. But he’s right. Look at what you got, frequently. I remembered something I read in one of the MIRIAD (neener) of self-help books I’ve read this year, something about taking a 360, which means, you stand up and just turn around and around, letting everything that surrounds you just sorta sink into your subconcious…just… appreciating it all… even the bad things or the messy things, they morph and  take on new meaning when you’re doing a 360… True story.

Took Franki and Zack to see Kung Fu Panda yesterday. Take all the superlatives you can think of, and apply them to this movie. It’s awesome, fantastic, stupendous, amazing, incredible, sweet… There were about 8 people total in the theater, so we talked and laughed all we wanted! Zack came out into the parking lot, kicking and twirling in mid-air, like the dragon warrior, wham, pow, hiiYAH!!! Franki was chattering excitedly about her favorite parts. Her favorite parts are always the ones she hears me laugh loudest at. Incidently, the BEST part of this movie, watch for it, is when the Panda’s big butt smashes the bad-guy’s head into the stone temple steps, in slow-mo.  We roared! Also, the old tai-chi master turtle is amazing to watch, the way he moves… All the main characters, the facial expressions, the animation is incredible.  I’m a little confused as to why all the townspeople were rabbits and pigs though. But that’s neither here nor there, go SEE IT! IN THE THEATRE!!

Bought two tear-drop windows for my horse trailer last night on Ebay. J.J.’s had the trailer for about 3 weeks now, but he can’t find windows he likes for it. He’s a perfectionist, which, hmm, this is a HORSE TRAILER. It doesn’t have to be perfect. But God bless him. He’s also going to put in a roof vent, and the little hay rack on the roof. And THEN we paint! I hope to get it all ready by the 4th of July, so I can take them to the family reunion. I was also thinking about taking them to a parade, but that’s pushing it. We have to practice loading and unloading… plus I need to figger out a ramp dealio…

Hubz and I are going to Massanutten Resort, when the kids go on vacation with Grandma and Pap. We’re doing one of those freebie deals, where you have to listen to the 90 minute spiel about the time-shares. I’ve never done one of those, my sister has done a couple, and she has HORROR STORIES… Anyone else ever done one? What do you say to the sales-guys to finally get your freebie thing and get out of there? Me, I don’t care, I’m up for anything, I know the score, I’ve done my homework. I researched time-shares a little, and what I’ve learned is, if you really want to get a good price on a time-share, and time-shares  are a good deal for some people, but you shouldn’t buy at the resort, you should buy it second-hand from someone who wants out, or wants to trade. When you buy at the resort, the price is inflated to cover the cost of all the people who came and got the freebies but didn’t buy anything. Which, I’ll be one of those freebie-gettin’-non-buyin’-anything peoples. Hey Art, if it’s FREE, it’s for ME!!! Har! But I hope the sales guys aren’t hard-nosed jerks, I don’t want them ruining my va-ca. It’s going to be hard on Hubz, he’s terrible at saying no. He goes to garage sales and has to buy something at every sale, or he feels bad! Seriously! He makes “pity” buys!  Me, I never make a pity buy. I even go to yard sales where I KNOW the people from PTA or something, and I don’t buy anything! I turned delicious-young-Matt down, with his razor-blue eyes and his thousand-dollar knives… I am hard-core, is what it is…

 

 

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