CAUTION: Woman In Progress

When I was a senior in  high school I ran for homecoming queen. (Note: That's not the confession.) I ran on a complete whim and knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that I didn't have a chance in hell of actually winning. I'm not even sure why I threw my name in other than the fact that by senior year I was tired of bowing out of everything just because I was fat and unpopular. (Note: I also participated in the talent contest that year and got honorable mention--just like everyone else did who didn't win.) One of my close friends ran, too, and she also knew she didn't have a chance of winning. Not because she wasn't beautiful. She was. She was even popular, whereas I wasn't. (Note: I went to a school where being friends with popular people didn't automatically make you popular.) But the other girl running was a bit of a bully and people were afraid to NOT vote for her. Plus, she was, like, ultra popular. (Note: I loathed this girl and she loathed me. She was/...

So I finally found out late yesterday evening what's up with Granny. She has double pneumonia. As in, pneumonia in both lungs. Gah! How in the heck did that happen? She's still in the hospital resting and recuperating.  Thankfully both of her children are retired and can take turns sitting with her during the day. Her sister is taking care of the dog and house so Granny is able to just relax and concentrate on getting better. I'm sure she's chomping at the bit to get home and get active. Granny's never been a sit still kinda gal. The whole not being able to breathe thing is probably the only thing keeping her from revolting and going home. Daddy was in pretty bad shape last night when he got home. He didn't go prepared to end up at a hospital all day which means he didn't have his pain meds and muscle relaxers for his back.  They thought they'd go to the doctor, get some meds and come home. Needless to say, when  he finally got home (in time to tak...

Granny went to the doctor this morning with a breathing problem and he almost immediately admitted her to the hospital for testing and observation. We're not sure what's going on but I pray it isn't anything serious. If ya'll could/would pray for her with me, I'd really appreciate it. It goes without saying that my granny is seriously important to me and all her kids/grandkids. Also, please pray for my dad. He's been having issues of his own (painful muscle spasms in his back) and he's up at the hospital with her. Thank you!

So my friends and I had a sort of "girls night out" last night and in between getting off work and meeting up with them, I stopped by Lowe's. I'm in desperate need of a new kitchen faucet as mine  has a broken ring valve thing (whatever it was my uncle said) and leaks. I also want to switch out the chandelier in the dining room to a semi-flush mount because a) it's not centered over the table and b) I keep banging my head into it. I mean, I'd love to have a fancy chandelier but my house just isn't really designed for it. So anyway, I found the stuff I liked/needed and was about to load it up when I remembered that I'd gotten some coupons in the mail this week. I could have SWORN that I'd put the coupons in my purse but alas, a quick dig through it yielded nothing but the notion that I seriously needed to clean out my purse. It was so full of receipts and junk that I couldn't find anything!   So I didn't get the stuff--I'll go back ...

Today's 1.25 mile walk. 

So twice this week alone I've heard  two different people pronounce the word "queue" as kewy (rhymes with chewy) and I thought, "Crap. I've been pronouncing it wrong all these years." I pronounce it "kew" or the same as "cue".  I hate when I think I'm dumber than I realize so I looked it up on dictionary.com for the pronunciation. They have it described as "kyoo" which I'm interpreting to be more like my "kew/cue" pronunciation. Anybody want to weigh in on this? Am I saying it right? Or are they "kewy" people right? Halp! Update: Everything you want to know can be found on Youtube, apparently. haha

Alyssa's chosen birthday party theme this year is Frozen , of course. Her party is a mere four weeks away so party planning/buying is in full on overdrive. Unfortunately, everyone else is hot to buy Frozen things, too, so tracking down what Lyssa wants for her party has been a PITA. I've searched for Frozen things so much lately that every web page I pull up (blogs I read, etc) has this ad on it somewhere. Every. Single. Page. Which is really funny because I actually did search on Zazzle and couldn't find ANYTHING that we actually needed. lol Also funny? How very little Frozen stuff the actual Disney site has. Seriously, the biggest Disney film ever and tracking down merchandise is an experiment in torture. And what you do find has been marked up to ridiculous prices or sells out within hours. Get on the ball, Disney! Meanwhile, I'm officially broke. A hazard of being the aunt who doesn't have children is I feel obligated to help Sis2 out with buying...

Not my typical Sunday afternoon. 

The Libby equivalent of asking, "Do you wanna build a snowman?"

...just to enjoy my Panda in some peace and quiet. 

I think I promised a weekend review Wednesday and then I went for a walk yesterday and forgot. My bad! (Do people still say that? People other than me?) It's never too late to review a weekend, though, right? So without further ado, here tis. My sweet Granny had a birthday Saturday so naturally we took her out to supper Saturday night. The super small community nearest where I live has a diner now that we like to visit about once a month. Actually, the diner's been around for a little over a year now, but you know. Still new. Anyway, we (Mama, Daddy and Aunt Grace) took her to the diner for a fried catfish supper. We both (she and I) got a little surprise when we walked in and spotted my aunt (Daddy's sister) and most of her family. Well, her husband and one of her kids and two of his kids. And his current girlfriend and  her kids. Excuse me for a moment while I go off on a little tangent here. Shouldn't you have been dating long enough for your parents to know ...

Campus Gothic. Or, The Chapel of Memories. Whatever Rounding to home base. Or, back to the library. Whatever.     My scary walk face. Except my actual walk face  is LESS smiley. D'oh! True Story time: I must have been walking at a decent clip when I first started out. Though the idea of me walking much faster than a slug is sorta funny because flat feet, bad knees and out of shapedness and all. But I must have been or seemed to have been or something as I headed across the drill field someone yelled out, "Get it, gurl." in that encouraging way that women do when they see others doing something noteworthy. Naturally, I was in full-on walk mode, not really paying attention and very likely making the face above when I looked up. My first thought is that the woman must have seen someone she knew walking behind me and her comment was directed to that person. But no. Just me. She was talking to me. And I know when I looked up I must have lo...

I meant to come back yesterday and wrap up my staycation but...Yeah. Life. Work. Etc. LOTS of etcetera in my life. haha Anyway, though I hardly recall anymore (*sob*) The last few days of staycation when something like this: Saturday: Sis1 had brought the dog she was puppy sitting with her so we spent most of Saturday morning watching Libby FREAK OUT that another dog had invaded her sanctuary. In case you didn't know this about the sweet little fluffy Devil Pup--She hates every other dog that breathes. Because reasons. haha Her name is Fluff, btw. And she is sweet and totally adorable. The fact that this particularly cute pup had seemingly MOVED IN was not on her bucket list of life experiences.  AT. ALL. And for the creature to dare take over her Mama's lap? Utter. Heartbreak. Notice the death rays Libby is shooting at me? Yeah. It was pretty hilarious. ;-) What can I say? I'm a total dog whisperer and the pooches, they love me. ;-) We hung out at my ...

See what I did there? Of course, it would have worked out better if this were part 4 of the series, right? I'm nothing if not a day late and dollar short. :-/ haha So. Independence Day. There was pie. And LOTS of yummy food. I baked a lemon ice box pie that nearly KILLED me. Let's just say that squeezing 12 to 14 lemons by hand is NOT a happy event. Can you say "hand cramps?" Yeah. But the pie was gooooooood. Daddy grilled burgers and smoked a Boston Butt and everyone else provided the sides. Yes. This is a photo of my plate. Envy me. I can still taste that yummy goodness. Give me a moment. ^ ^ ^ Okay. I'm back. ;-) Wish I'd taken a photo of that pie. Dang. I neeeeeeeeeed some more. Moving along, though, we had a great day with the family. Hanging out on the front porch, or a the kitchen table, or in the yard. It was just a lot of fun. Ironically enough, the temps on the 4th were actually nice. I think it was in the lower 80's....

So we left off with indigestion in the previous post . ;-) Wednesday morning (July 2) was a nice relaxing day of furniture building. Wait. What? Relaxing furniture building? Hey, you relax your way and I'll relax mine. For a little context let me just say, I'd been watching an apartment tour on YouTube the week before and the office in the apartment sported a desk that I knew instantly was exactly what I'd been looking for to replace the folding table that I'd used behind the love seat for the past five years. Of course, I also instantly knew that the desk on the video was a designer priced piece but I ALSO knew that if it existed I could likely find a knock of somewhere. Lo and behold when I searched Target.com I found the knock off almost right away. And as tho it were meant to be, it was on sale! With free shipping! It's like the desk WANTED me to buy it! So I did. Don't you just love it when that sort of thing happens? Never mind that it took me ...