Buddy Up

Everyone needs a buddy!  Yesterday I went to lunch with a wonderful group of ladies.  We were talking about "where we were when Kennedy was shot"-- get the general idea of the ages of these ladies?  My generation talks about "do you remember where you were when John Lennon was shot" or when the Challenger blew up or 9-11. I think we all had an "Aha" moment when I responded that I graduated the same year as one of the members' sons.  I could see in her eyes that before she knew that bit of info we were on the same playing field.  After that proclamation she kept referring to him as "the one who is your age."  I just thought that was interesting.  What do you think?

Either way I had a great time and so did they.  We finished lunch and went to the art league museum to view their watercolor display.  I think I love watercolors the best.  I appreciate all works of art (except maybe the poo on the Madonna-- do you remember that?  Or am I aging myself?) but I wouldn't be able to pick out a certain artists unknown work by simply looking at it.  I admire art critics who can tell a forgery from the master.  I think I might be able to distinguish a Picasso from a Van Gogh but that's the limit of my expertise...which isn't so impressive, now is it???  I did make an "A" in Mr. Erickson's English V class but it wasn't because of my art knowledge!

I have another buddy in my dieting world......Boy!  Yes, Boy wants to lose a little weight. He is not fat nor overweight but he has a little (and I mean little ) love handle.  He said he wants to diet and exercise and see what happens!  I love it.  I know exactly why I want to diet and exercise-- to look good.  So Boy and I made a pact yesterday that no more going to happy hour at our nearest drive-in.  He usually gets a Coke and I get a diet limeade.  I bet he loses 5 pounds by tomorrow just by cutting out the Coke.

Happy Thursday, Grainiacs. And for a smile.....here's a photo I found on FB.