The Month of May

My blogability has been next to nothing these past few weeks. I am full of the stuff of life, like going to Andrew's piano recital, cooking out, cleaning the house for company and working. I have had some abnormal stuff though. Abnormalities are like the dust balls of life. Suddenly they are everywhere and you spend your time chasing them around the house on a windy day with the windows open trying to collect them with a broom and dustpan. They allude you!


So in picturama - here is my last few weeks.



Decorations for my parents' 60th anniversary party. Nine shopping days, 27 stores, 32 trips (some stores took two trips) and $101.32.

Still trying to plant the perfect flowers. Every pot in the yard has something dying in it. The impatiens were very cute - until Jack the terrier (or terror) chased lizards through the pots. But, in consolation, he did bring me part of the lizard - right to my pillow.






Ebbie, my darling little mini Schnauzer. She was spayed last month. This week she chewed an eyeball off a stuffed fish, threw up 14 times in one day, Memorial Day, when no vet is open, so we had the distinct pleasure of giving the Pet ER our business again. She had surgery to remove the eyeball which was stuck in her intestine. Not feeling too good - I would say. I am cooking chicken and rice for her for several days. Cooking only rice for me- after paying the bill!

Pool screen finally gave way. New screen goes up- but thankfully the day before company comes in. So much for our savings.

So therefore, blogging has not been on my mind. I do look forward to days of family - spending time with my brothers and their families. I think I will yodel.

Dietpause

My plants are full of dead buds. If I have to pinch them all off to get more flowers – well I guess I won’t have any more flowers because it is too hard to pinch just the dead flower and not the branch. So I will leave the plants “a natural”. Anyway here is the best day of the flowers in the early morning sun. Kind of cool.
Why can’t I diet? I wonder if aging affects one’s diet hormones. I mean, surely there are diet hormones. They hit women monthly. You feel fat, ugly bloated and HAVE to diet. Few ever make it past a few weeks and even fewer make it stick more than a year or two. Then there are those who have hyperdietism – those are the individuals who can diet with a passion, stay thin and fluff-buff(that is look like you work out just enough to have some attractive muscles but not like the man-woman on the Muscle Magazines.) and they even enjoy it!
I should be good at dieting. I start one every Monday. I used to pride myself in self-denial. I went to many showers and parties with incredible delectables and I haughtily said no to it all while wearing a “Jesus Loves you” smile. I looked down on all the poor women who were filling their bodies with everything sinful to eat – unable to stop themselves – but alas I am now one of them.
But I do have the comfort of the setpoint theory. All of our bodies have a setpoint where they just want to be – weightwise. It just so happens mine is higher than yours. I cannot help it, my body demands it and I just don’t have the strength to battle this body any longer. You see I have been through dietpause and all those diet hormones have succumbed to the aging process. I could go to the physician and get some dietgestrone and actually I have. But it made my heart race and made me stay up all night…so I have learned the wisdom of allowing my body to win its battle – to hit its setpoint and to let sleeping diet hormones lie. I have learned to cope. I will just start fresh every Monday morning and go until I give up – be it Thursday, Friday or Saturday. (Sunday is ALWAYS diet day off).
This being Saturday morning, I want some pancakes and bacon, and a cinnamon bun, and just a bite of Bill’s home fries and I would love a small bite of grits – cheesy grits - hmm good. But I promise to eat a nice bowl of fruit along with everything else so I don’t feel too guilty – that is until Monday.