Apr 23, 2017
Since my back surgery, I’ve walked on the treadmill almost every day. That is… until about 2 months ago. I got lazy and work got hectic. I stopped posting here for those reasons — but I also stopped doing what I know I need to do to keep away from the neurosurgeon.
Last week, struggling to sleep and stand straight, I jumped back into the healthier routine. I manned the weedeater (my arms are still sore) and got back on the ole’ treadmill. Still in 3rd place in my select family member’s 7-day step status, I see I’m moving up as each lazy day is replaced with a good one. (It helps that my favorite brother is on a loooong flight.) By next week, I plan to claim the #1 spot.
Today is a lazy Sunday — but I still plan to meet that step goal!
Mar 14, 2017
Life has a habit of moving way too fast — the older we get, the faster it seems to go. My birthday is in the near future, you guys. While I’m glad I keep having them, I sure wish the time between them was longer.
For the record, the only time looking in the mirror is fun is when the reflection is something other than me. 🙂
Feb 20, 2017
They say a family that plays together stays together. Right? Well… I hope that counts if your son is a murloc and you’re a black dude with dreadlocks…
10 players… 5 to a team — blue team and red team — at the end of the match, no matter the winning team, the game calculates the 5 players that contributed most. Of the 5, one is chosen MVP. Then all players may vote for one the 5. The cute murloc, Murky (Veksar =Ben; Izit = Shelley), got 8 votes out of 10! Because it’s rare that the other team up-votes a competitor, it’s LEGENDARY (why Murky is under a gold beam).
Come play Heroes of the Storm… it’s free, you guys!
Feb 5, 2017
Back in 2012, I posted about growing out my bangs — Same old song and dance. Here I am, 4 years later, still trying to grow out the bangs I’ve had since high school.
I cut them off — I grow them out to a point — and then I cut them off again. Right now, we’re on the “grow them out” phase.
At least 3 times every week, I grab a pair of scissors in a moment of desperation. It’s like a bad horror flick! There’s something unnerving about being unable to keep your hair out of your eyes… [insert creepy background music here]
Comments like the one from my favorite sister-in-law, Tammy, “You’re almost there!” — and like the one from Katie, “Don’t cut them off… they are just now looking good!” are what keep me hanging in there for now.
Why this photo in ‘what makes me smile in 2017’? Easy. It’s those goofy comments I just shared.
Aug 17, 2016
It’s been a crazy past few weeks, you guys. From a cruise… to coming home sick (no, not Zika)… to catching up on work — I’ve had zero time for fun stuff. Like sharing things with you that you really care nothing about. Take this for example:
This is why kids shouldn’t be allowed in the make-up section of Sephora. Katie and I had this red war paint everywhere by the time we got back home. And when we smiled, we had red teeth to boot. My favorite sister-in-law explained that you’re supposed to coat your teeth with Vaseline before applying red lipstick. Seriously? I remember my Mom saying that you have to suffer to be beautiful (this came when she was dry cutting my hair with a dull razor that pulled more out than it shortened), but greasing up my teeth is crossing the line.
And the logo you see on Katie’s chest isn’t really a tattoo — YET! I’m going to see what I can do to make that happen since she’s 21 and I can talk her into about anything. Oh my!
I hope to have time to share a few cruise photos and details tomorrow.
