Nothing New Here

It's finally happened. I can't find anything new that interests me to post on Pinterest. I wonder if it's time that I look at my boards and actually cook a recipe or make one of the crafts I've collected. BaaaaHaaaa.... Does anybody really do that?  The only thing I've tried is cooking bacon in the oven instead of frying it in a skillet.  Turned out OK, but I had to cook it 20 minutes longer than mentioned.  My oven is gas so that could have made a difference, but it really doesn't matter cause it was bacon - and raw bacon is the only type of bacon that tastes bad.  Come to think of it, I've never tried raw bacon...................Hmmmm.....

See you, later.

Peace and Quiet - BaaHaa.....

I've been cooped up all week so we thought it would be nice to get out in the country on this beautiful day and enjoy the peace and quiet; look around at God's beautiful world, listen to the birds and watch the turtles sunning on the logs.  It was a great game plan.
However, the owners of the cabin also decided to come out and play at the pond today.  With 10 of their friends and all the hammers and saws they could find.  It seems their cabin needed a new upper deck over its little porch. And you can't work in the country without playing country music so loud you have to shout to one another to carry on a conversation.
Oh, and you also need to bring the loudest four wheelers you can find so your teenagers will have something to do. Round and round the pond we go - turn around and go round and round the other way for awhile. Repeat this process for THREE HOURS!
The Good Lord above is probably the only one who knows why they didn't bring all their howling dogs.
But we enjoyed it anyway - and the house has been super quiet all night. NOT!!
Bob is getting a "cold". This causes a lot of sniffling and clearing of mucus from the throat. It's a definite concentration breaker. That means that my Sunday School lesson will be studied after he goes to bed.
Poor me. My life is so hard.

Hands Off!

I JUST LOOKED AT MY BLOG PICTURE - WHEN THE HECK DID MY HANDS GET THAT OLD?  NEXT TIME AROUND IT WILL BE "HANDS OFF" WHEN THE CAMERA FLASHES!!

And by the way, the creek didn't rise, but I didn't get to go to Zumba last night because evidently I pulled a groin muscle.  That's what it feels like and I'm sticking to that story. 

Check on me Saturday

If you read this before Saturday, please remember to call and make sure I am still alive.
Pray for me brothers and sisters. I have agreed to go to Zumba with a friend!
She has invited me several times and Good Lord willing and the creek don't rise (which I hear it might if we get lots of rain tomorrow) I will meet her at 7pm.  If it rains that much surely it will be God telling me to stay home from such foolishness as exercise.
 I told her I wasn't all that interested in losing weight. But I won't be an Indian Giver if that occurs.  Neither will I go looking for the lost weight. 
 I just need to gain some flexibility. 
No, not for gardening and yardwork - but that would be great; it would be nice this spring not to hear the new neighbors laughing at me scooting along on my butt to weed and plant just because it's too much trouble to stand up and walk.
No, not for housework, but it would be nice to clean the tub and not have to use the toilet as a brace to stand up.  (You may not know this, but toilet seats have a little jiggle to them that can land you right back where you started from).
No, not for the bedroom, but that would be really, really, really nice. To help me make up the bed, what else? Have you seen this kingsize monstrosity we sleep in?
The reason I need flexibility is because I don't want to have to call Bob anymore to come help me stand up when I sit in the floor to play with Adelyn.  One of  these days I'm going to get down by her bouncy seat or playmat and forget that Bob has gone somewhere. I will be paralyzed from my waist to my cross-legged knees and find myself trapped in a grandparenting dilemma.  And that will probably be the day little Reecy Piece starts crawling and when Bob finally gets home to pull me up we find her eating dustbunnies under the bed. (Hey, I told you I have trouble making the bed, do you think I'm flexible enough to vacuum under there?)
In times past I was flexible enough to roll over on my hands and knees and get to the couch and pull myself up. But the carpet made that possible.  Hard flooring is not for knee-walking.
 But there's more than one way to skin a cat. Or always more than one solution to a problem.
I guess if the Zumba doesn't work I can start keeping a water bottle and snack attached to all her floor toys just in case I get stranded.

Whew Wee!!!

Thought I would share this today - it was a post on facebook from my best friend. She is a nurse at a local doctor's office. 

Carolyn Gatlin

So, a patient called today wondering if his head had been stopped up so long that it would cause it to stink when it started coming out. A couple of hours later when I called him back he said, "I got to thinking... I only smelled the bad smell when I walked outside. My nose had been stopped up so long that I forgot what the chicken house smelled like. That was what I was smelling."