It's a beautiful day

Well, Sunday was.
Saturday? Not so beautiful. The weather was dreary.
My 'weather' was very dreary on Saturday as well....I spent the entire day in the house and accomplished next to nothing. (by my standards)


But Sunday?
Gorgeous outside.
And thank.the.good.Lord. My 'weather' had improved.
The sky was bright.
The wind was blowing.
The temps were delightful.
Garden trimming.
Garden weeding.
Garden feeding.

My mini iPad takes decent pictures.

Since I had lazed around SO much on Saturday….I had enough energy reserved for more good stuff.
Laundry.
Car washing.
Car vacuuming.
Garage cleaning.
Lanai cleaning.
Gave myself a manicure.
DVR watching.
Dinner with my peeps. (all four of us in the same room, at the same time!)

A lovely day.

Cocoa: I want in.
The felines: we want out.
It's always an uproar around here….even on a beautiful Sunday.

I wish for all my peeps at least 3 or 4 of my past Sundays in their next week.
Happy Monday. Wishing you ALL the best!

XOXO

Just me and my old people

I was laying on the floor, one arm slung across my wet face, my heart pounding, all my parts were sweating profusely when I heard:

I hope you're having a great day!

This happens to me all the time now.

Why?

Because I joined an old people gym.

Ok, that is not the official name of it, but it is what I call it.

Surely you don't need me to explain why I call it that do you?

Hint: I might be the youngest person there.

And I like it.
Scratch that, I LOVE it.

The old people are so nice.
I like my old people.

And by old people, I mean people {30 yrs} older than me.

It's a very small privately owned gym....and the people there are not trying to be pretty.
They are trying to be healthy.

A few weeks ago I walked into the gym and as usual every person there said HELLO.
I proceeded to get on the arc trainer; a nice 'older' lady was already huffing/working on one next to me.

About 15 minutes later she got off her arc trainer, grabbed her cane and moved to another machine.

Her cane…..and she wan't moving very fast either. But she was moving nonetheless.

Well, if that doesn't make me want to keep moving….I don't know what does.

I love my old people.

They say nice things to you while you are laying on the floor dripping with sweat.

Old people are great.

I'm not so worried about getting there myself….and really, it could be next week for me.
Time is a'ticking!

Happy weekend my peeps. If you need me, I'll be hanging with my old people.

If you found this post to be silly at all, just remember: 
I'm a 46 year old whippersnapper who's been nipping the sassafras!! 

We've got crabs, yes we do, we've got crabs how about you?

You know when you sit down at your desk to work on the tediousness of financial housekeeping….it's  never fun. 

But when you sit down to work on this tediousness and in the background you hear: 

squeak, scratch, squeak, scratch, scratch scratch, squeak

well that is even more distracting. 

Lolo has crabs.

She has crabs intentionally and is keeping them in our laundry/office/craft room.

(last week they were on the dining room table, so this is an improvement?)

This is purely science. I think.

She has to perform some scientific/psychology experiments on them regarding 'conditioning'. 

I found that to be weird….since they don't even have hair that could be conditioned. 

 She doesn't just have them for fun….but if she could, she certainly would. 

These crabs shouldn't be so crabby….they have a room with a view. 

 Dr. Doolittle LoLo has diagnosed this one as anti-social. See, he won't come out of his shell. 

She has 15 of them right now. Ok, make that 14. One that we purchased was only the 'house' and not the crab….thank goodness we have a receipt. 

What will we do with them with her project is over? 

I have a feeling they will all be named AND will get a stocking for Christmas morning.

Oye Vey, I'm feeling crabby.

Spicy, green, Irish droppings and keeping my colon in good shape.

I took a little trip in the garden yesterday. Trip? Wait, not an acid trip although if you could read my mind while in the garden one would wonder…

A weed trip is what I was there for.

A weedING trip was the intention. My usual Sunday weeding trip. 

Cayenne peppers I grew for Lo's b-friend. Hot peppers are not my friend.
I would call this Cayenne-not for Suz and her colon. 

Banana peppers ARE my friend….my colon is not offended by their sweetness at all. 

This is the first time I tried to grow Oprah. I mean Okra. I'll let you know how it works out. 

Clovers. Did you know I planted clovers? I didn't. Apparently leprechauns thought my garden was a litter box. 

I've got a variety of squashes growing. (zucchini, yellow & spaghetti) You'd think I was excited, but all I can focus on is the leprechaun droppings. 

Jalapenos also for Lo's b-friend. I have such an allergic reaction to them, that my face started itching/burning just uploading this pic. 

I also have a lot of green tomatoes and green bell peppers. I'm crossing my fingers that they turn red before it becomes 97*….which could be any minute now. 

I apologize if you are still dealing with snow/cold….but I didn't tell you where to live.  

Hey, did you just give me the finger? 

Not appropriate.

Happy monday my friends!!