Love, life and pursuit of the perfect bra. Some things are harder than you'd imagine. Living life by the trial and error method and learning to laugh about it.
You're so well-spoken, Marissa. I enjoy your infrequent vlogs. You really ought to do them more often. By the way, I turned 46 three weeks after you, and unfortunately, I feel worse than i did when I was 36, physically. My work has me going full-tilt gonzo weekdays, a clean job but with no lunch, pee-breaks, etc. When i get home, I'm famished,exhausted, and not at all ready to run or jog or walk or even jump up and down. I keep saying that I will do this for only a couple more years, then "get off the treadmill". Two years later, I'm doughier (is that a word) than I was prior. Just the cycle of life, The rat race. The caged animal. I applaud your priorities, and your effort. Ck1
Cool, as always I love your comments. I'm going to try to do more vlogs. The only problem with them is my obvious lack of word variation. It's proof that I rely on a thesaurus LOL Doughier is a word because spell-check didn't underline it. I totally get what you're saying, though. A good friend changed his work load and gained weight as a result. Middle age takes a toll. Happy Belated Birthday, by the way.
Thanks, Marissa, for your comment. Thesaurus, funny. You write very well (you have a novel in there and could have great fame and fortune, whenever the muse strikes to write for profit--keep me posted when you turn the corner and decide to become a rich and famous writer). And you speak much better than you think you do. It's funny how we see ourselves as different than others see us. Anyhow, you are super pretty and have character and personality up the wazoo and are a fun person with a killer smile.
Oh, nice still frame! I look like I'm about to heave or I'm doing my impersonation of Jabba the Hutt. This is an impromptu idea. I wanted to give my friends, family and readers something special for the end of the year. Let me know if this version of my randomosity is something appealing for the future. My random blathering takes on a whole new meaning when you witness it live ... or almost live. Happy New Year!
Today makes the third day off work. Seriously, I need to find a way to make money doing this; screwing around online and in the process maybe hammer out a coherent thought that resonates with whomever stumbles up on my blog (either by accident or intention). This mornin g I had no inclination to do my laundry after Mancub left for school. No, what I fully planned was crawling back into bed for another hour or so. Then, once fully re-rested, I'd make a pot of coffee and chillax with the morning news. Oh, who am I fooling? I would have parked my carcass at this amusement box and goofed around on Plurk or Facebook with an intermittent perusal of one of the blogs I have listed over there ----------> Maybe I should always plan on being Miss Slackerass because, rather than going back to bed, I put on clothes, sorted laundry and hauled my tuchus to the local gas n'sip /launderette. Small town living is just so freakin ' peachy. For a Monday, the gas/laundry facility was ...
I'm not one for keeping an immaculate home. I grew up in a house that was clean enough to be healthy and dirty enough to be lived in ... or something along that vein. I tend to avoid cleaning beyond the regular chores of washing dishes and laundering our clothing. I know our cats turn the countertops into their own stage. Because I have visions of the two cats doing their strippers on crack routines on the counters, I keep anti-bacterial spray on hand at all times. What I'm confessing to is not getting into the nitty gritty of cleaning on a weekly basis. In fact, if it comes twice a year I consider it OCD. I have a distinct recollection of my mother only cleaning our kitchen floor by means of scrubbing it on hands and knees. That is drilled into my head as the only way to truly get the floor clean. I own a Swiffer Wet-Jet, but that thing doesn't really get the floor clean in my opinion. I use it between times when I break down and get on all fours to scrub the kit...
You look MAHVELOUS Riss! :)
ReplyDeleteYou're so well-spoken, Marissa. I enjoy your infrequent vlogs. You really ought to do them more often. By the way, I turned 46 three weeks after you, and unfortunately, I feel worse than i did when I was 36, physically. My work has me going full-tilt gonzo weekdays, a clean job but with no lunch, pee-breaks, etc. When i get home, I'm famished,exhausted, and not at all ready to run or jog or walk or even jump up and down. I keep saying that I will do this for only a couple more years, then "get off the treadmill". Two years later, I'm doughier (is that a word) than I was prior. Just the cycle of life, The rat race. The caged animal. I applaud your priorities, and your effort. Ck1
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ReplyDeleteCool, as always I love your comments. I'm going to try to do more vlogs. The only problem with them is my obvious lack of word variation. It's proof that I rely on a thesaurus LOL
Doughier is a word because spell-check didn't underline it. I totally get what you're saying, though. A good friend changed his work load and gained weight as a result. Middle age takes a toll.
Happy Belated Birthday, by the way.
Thanks, Marissa, for your comment. Thesaurus, funny. You write very well (you have a novel in there and could have great fame and fortune, whenever the muse strikes to write for profit--keep me posted when you turn the corner and decide to become a rich and famous writer). And you speak much better than you think you do. It's funny how we see ourselves as different than others see us. Anyhow, you are super pretty and have character and personality up the wazoo and are a fun person with a killer smile.
ReplyDeleteHave a wonderful Labor Day weekend@! CK1