Joints, man

a few months ago, I had a nice health tip for the canines in your life.
Today; a tip for the human in you:

This works.

I've had a bum shoulder since May. I don't know what happened besides age, but it was a-hurtin' daily.

I also have issues with taking LOTS of OR large pills and this is a one-a-day little baby.

I've been taking these fairly consistent and my shoulder ain't a-hurtin' so much anymore. I don't think it is a cure for whatever is ailing my shoulder. {old lady-itis} But it's a major improvement, like 99.9% improvement.

I call that magic.
Or modern medicine.
Your choice.
My joints are well juiced and not crinkly anymore.

I am now free to , do the wave, raise the roof or wave my hands in the air, like I just don't care.

But you know I care.
Now I'm off to do some hammer time or even that crazy dancing Korean guy time.
Yep, back on the cardio wagon. 

Have a 'good feeling joint' weekend. 

XOXO

It happened right there in the bakery dept.

This past Friday I ran into the grocery store to pick up a few items for the weekend.

I started in the bakery dept. for some fresh sandwhich bread, when out of the corner of my eye I saw her.
She was at least 15 feet away, but I recognized her.
My Grandma.
Ok, it wasn't exactly her, but from the side and if I squinted a tad bit it looked just like her. Seeing dead family members is not that weird for me. *Especially at Publix.
The weirdest thing....is that immediately after seeing her, I could smell her. 
Her smell.
I couldn't tell you what her smell is, but I recognized it at once. My Grandma's smell, not the lady shopping in the bakery dept. who was faking her way into my heart.

Right there in the grocery store, I had a visit from Grandma. My heart was fluttering, I had a smile plastered on my face; warm memories flooded my brain. The feeling lasted about 32 seconds, but it was a wonderful 32 seconds.

Dad, Suz, G'ma~~~nineteen seventy something.

*I've run into my Dad's look alike in Publix before. He might have found me to be a bit weird since I stared at him for as long as I possibly could without being issued a restraining order.

And that is how I stopped the complaining.

The world is full of complainers. I mean, no matter what, whiners will find something to whine about. Mostly those people are politicians. Or actors.

Ok, I'm not discussing THOSE people today.

Today, I will discus the two complainers in my house.

Years ago, when they were just becoming teens I would hear this: "My toes are weird." Or "I have man feet".  "Mom, Mom, look at my big toes, they are wacky looking." "Who gave me these feeeettt?"

Finally, I could not take it anymore and I had their feet amputated.

Ok, that would be a little drastic, so I did what any normal Mom would do. I told them that if they didn't stop complaining about their feet that God would come down and take them away from them.

Yes, you are right, I am the best Mother on the planet. 

Feet complaining came to a halt.

Then a year or so ago we moved upwards to the face.  "My lips are so thin." "Look, look, I have NO lips" "Mom who gave me the thin lips?"

Does anyone else notice that hardly a woman on TV/movies has normal lips anymore? I blame hollywood for most bad stuff, so this just upped my case. 

If anyone should be complaining about their lips, it's Cocoa. 

We had our family portraits done this fall and they came out lovely. No retouching needed. But of course, what did they both say? "My lips are SO thin!"

And me, who can not  photoshop to save her life figured out how to show them the hollywood versions of themselves. 

 Miraculously, the complaining has stopped. I didn't even have to ask God to assist with this one. 

Happy weekend everyone. I wish for you to have laughter, love and non-inflated lips. 

XOXO

Flipping the pages, a ninja cold, and new hooters.

We had a wild and exciting NYE.
I actually stayed up way past midnight.
Seven minutes=way past.

The Coach is battling major allergies, Lo has been beaten with a cold since Christmas eve and I am battling a ninja cold. I feel really good for a few hours, then for a few hours I feel like I've been whooped by a ninja.

New years morning I completed this annual task. It's not a calendar if there is not a boxer on it. 

I don't make resolutions, but I am bound and determined to master my nifty fifty prime lens this year.
It baffles me.
The only reason I've not quit it is because when I get the settings just right, it takes amazing photos.
{I wish I could quit you}

All our Christmas is tucked nicely into the attic, and that right there is a job for four people. Luckily, we have four people here. We also cleaned out the garages. Can you say purge? Purge.
The house is clean, tidy and organized. *SWOON*
Our dining room table looks fresh and pretty.

 See what I'm talking about with this lens? One minute the photo is crapola, and the next not so much crapola. 

I love ampersands so much.  Mercury glass & Mercury glass. 

Jack & Diane. Suz & Coach. Peanut butter & chocolate. I could go on & on. 

Did I ever show you my owl lamps? They're a hoot. 

If you own a pair of cute owl lamps, life can only be sweet.  

 Usually, I'm not a fan of hooters, but these caught my eye. Actually, they caught both of my eyes. 

New years day found me working in my veggie garden....prepping for a big change this coming weekend. Surely you are on the edge of your fiscal cliff seat wondering what I am up to. 

Happy 2013 to you all, even the keypad-shy lurkers. I feel blessed to be able to share my nonsensical stuff with you and even more lucky that you share with me.

So share with me, are you a resolution type of person....or a revolution type of person?

XOXO