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.
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
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!
I am blessed. For several weeks my front right tire has been slowing losing air. I'll stop by the gas station and fill'er up with air and go about my business. I know neglecting such a thing isn't wise, but single mom on a very tight budget here. Still it's not an excuse for not taking care of my vehicle. In the past week or so I have had to fill the tire more frequently. I was certain it could wait until payday. Every dime I have is tied up with nagging utility bills, insurance, fuel, etc... My supposition about said tire was wrong. On Monday afternoon I went to my car, and as usual took a look at the tire. I hadn't driven it on Sunday. Sure enough, it required air. The filling station with the free air is only a couple of blocks away. With air gauge in hand, I removed the cap, turned on the air compressor and started filling ... and filling ... and filling. It was no use. I had overextended my luck. I don't know if the frigid temperature had anything to do wit
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