Wanted

Wanted: Zookeeper

This job entails:

•  rounding up all crazy, spastic morning animals and getting them out of the Strawberry bed.  
• Feeding them.  
• Running them till they are tired and no longer a threat to themselves or the Strawberry.
• cleaning their cage aka the house

 
 

Qualifications:  somebody.....anybody!!!  oh, and knowing how to declaw a kitten gets you to the top of the list! 



Inquire within...look for the woman with crazy eyes and unkempt hair.  Actually, you'll recognize her;  she'll be the wild-eyed woman running toward you with open arms.  Throw chocolate at her and she'll settle down.

That's a hot!!!!

Have I mentioned lately how very h.o.t. it is in south tejas?  I could literally melt! The other day I swept and mopped the whole house and didn't come close to the meltdown I had when I walked outside to change the insurance cards in the glove compartment. I mean "sheesh!!!" What's with that?!  I came inside and had to take a shower.  My clothes were sticking to me and it really wasn't the look I was going for that day.  Really; How can those builders and street workers, etc do it?  There is a special air-conditioned place in heaven for them because they have already lived and worked in hell's climate.

One good thing about this heat is all my fruit consumption.  I can't get enough of watermelon and cantaloupe, although my checkbook says "whoa!!!!"  Why does cantaloupe have to be so dang expensive?  It's not like I'm trying to buy it out of season... or is it out of season?  They (just who are "they?") say the body craves whatever nutrients it needs.  Mine is craving juicy, sweet stuff.  Thankfully it is fruit and not the "you know of what I speak!"  I don't want to tempt any Grainiacs out there.  I've heard from a few of you and you are having success with some weight loss.  Keep up the good work!! I'm proud of y'all!! Now it is time for me to get back on that weight horse.  Kaaaa has been tempted to bite me a time or two.  I will not let that slithering snake of a scale strike!

Wake me in a Month

Ev'ry day is like survival.

Culture Club's Karma Cameleon

I've been a little reflective the past couple of days.  I think it has to do with partying with some high school friends this past weekend.  I woke up thinking about a boy in my 8th grade.  I'll say it: he liked me and I, well to put it bluntly, was not the least bit interested in him.  In my 8th grade book we couldn't be friends because he was always "hitting" on me (translation: I wasn't very nice to him).

I wanted to write about memories and reflections and that sort of sappy stuff today, but instead I thought I'd share my morning.

A.M. Yoga- What a way to start the day- all zen-like and calm...not in my strawberry patch!

I lay down my mat and set up the player.  I turn around and Garbage Gut is playing with his slobbery dog toy....on my mat!!!

grrrr to these two!!!

I shoo him off the mat and begin my yoga routine.  Calm, surrender....  kak....kak....kak....gag...gag.... Ollie is throwing up a furball near my head.

Kitzilla assessing the damage.  Yep, that's a fur ball alright

Kitzilla might have been the culprit, but I doubt it.  The culprit usually doesn't return to the crime scene!

I continue with my yoga reverting to my mode of "selective hearing" or my Scarlett O'hara "I can't think about that right now. If I do, I'll go crazy. I'll think about that tomorrow."

You know, I have enough to do without the critters adding more to my day.  After Kitzilla ate, she decided to bring the dish down with her.  Garbage Gut says "Gee, thanks!  This is my lucky day!!!"

Garbage Gut assessing the damage.  Yep, that's cat food alright

nom, nom,nom....wonder how much this vet bill will be???

 I keep the cat food up on the counter in the laundry room so Garbage Gut will NOT get into the cat food.  I have plenty of vet bills to prove that!

And lest you think the new baby kitty is an angel, she knocked over the jar with the colorful pipe cleaners and is happily playing and I am unhappily playing "pick up sticks."

Yep, that's a lime green pipe cleaner and not Hermie the Wormie

Do you believe in what goes around, comes around?  I'm beginning to believe it.  Now I know why I awoke  thinking about my dear departed 8th grade friend.

Let's just name my morning "Karma!"

My life is an exclamation!

How have you been Grainiacs?  It's been a while, I know.  Truly this past semester of classes kept my nose in the books and my head in a constant "say what????" 

I really think the stress of going back to school is packing on the fat on my belly.  Yeah, that's it; it's the classes I'm taking.  Education is hazardous to your weight!!  I mean we've read about the Freshman 15; how about the Grad Fifty?!?  Funny thing about my family: all of my children LOST weight when they went to college.  Instead of gaining 15, they lost 15.  It must be me and Hubby.  We are the culprits.  No one else can take the blame.  I admit it.... I love food and not just any food.....ICE CREAM!!!!  PIE!!!!  If it's creamy, it's MINE!!!!!  Okay, enough with the exclamations!!  really, last time.

I love life.  I do.  I love being here.  I love meeting with friends (had a great girls' weekend last week).  I love talking on the phone...or browsing the internet.  I love driving.  I love watching a good sitcom.  I LOVE going to the movies.  Do you notice anything about my "loves?"  I just did.  They are all sedentary activities.  I wish I loved exercising.  Or playing tennis.  Or running or even walking.  I do love swimming, but I don't love getting TO the pool and I especially don't like public pools.  I guess I'm becoming somewhat of a germ-a-phobe.  I really loved going to a wellness center last summer but we don't have one here in cucaracha-ville.

So what's a lazy-ass strawberry to do?  First things first.  I've started back with my yoga routine.  Okay, so it's not a routine yet, but it will be!!  AND...I'm giving up ice cream for a week (you really don't know how hard that will be here in the south Texas heat!).  Instead I'm going to make healthy popsicles.  For a creamy popsicle, I can either make a frozen yogurt popsicle or I can buy the low-cal fudgsicle at the store.

I'm back to the baby steps that helped me lose 15 pounds.  I cannot be disgusted with myself because this has to be a changed lifestyle.  I eat too much Mexican food, too much fast food, too many Diet Cokes, and too many sweets.  Life as I know it will end, but life will not end.  I can still love being here!  I can still love meeting with friends!  I can still love movies! and cold things!  And I can still use my exclamations!!!