What?.... I do a gut wrenching entry that goes above and beyond the call of meme-duty and not a one comment? Certainly ya'll can't be as lazy as I am...are you that busy or am I just as boring as I thought I was? 

The highlight of today...I go see my Family care physican for an annual and Taco Bell is my first stop! 

Now if I could find some tamales that were as good as dear old mom's.... 

 

later,

xoxo

 

I’ve been tagged by a couple of people lately but I haven’t gotten around to doing them in a timely enough manner to remember what the meme was about. So I’m just gonna do a new 101 or 45 or something.

 

Just act like there is a number in front of the thought.

 

But first…

A couple of months ago my new gynecologist cut my HRT in half. I’m sure I’ve mentioned this before, but it was becoming a problem. A serious problem.

(I’ve done the background checks and since I don’t have the typical situation and the hormone that I’m on is a little different, I think he should look at my case a little different).

Last week I resumed the previous dosage and am beginning to feel much better. I’m going to go in for a visit and tell him this is my plan and if he wants to remain my doctor, then OK, if not…then I’m finding someone who understands my condition better. So there.

 

The Princess began kindergarten this week, I feel as though I’ve lost my purpose in life, therefore I’m experiencing the empty nest syndrome – again. It’s horrible and I hate it.  Yes, I know that this situation helped make the decision to return to my previous HRT dosage. Doesn't change my decision, though. 

 

Ok, on to the meme about new things…(that one I remember)~

 

Some things you may or may not know about me:

 

I hate talking on the phone and let the answering machine do most of the work.

 

In the summertime, I could lay in the backyard pool all day, everyday and not feel the least bit guilty.

 

I would pay someone to come over and clean my house. It’s a chore that I hate.

 

I’ve never been gone on a vacation yet that I really enjoyed.

 

I am one of those people who make appointments and then always change them. I do eventually keep them.

 

I hate to use public restrooms. I enter one only in an emergency.

 

Back when I was a bowler, During a league game, I once bowled a 297. My first year bowling, my average was 76. Then I figured it out and over the years, I averaged in the 160's & 170's.

 

Except for a few days out of the year, I cook dinner every evening, including Saturday and Sunday. Hubby has to eat out so often that he craves home cooked meals. 

 

Every Sunday morning, Hubby makes breakfast and brings it to me in bed before church. It’s always a Mexican omelet with sour \cream and a side of bacon and a big old ice cold Coke.  

 

I cannot roller skate. I wish I could, but I never learned how to when I was young; and when I took lessons as an adult, it nearly killed me.

 

Public speaking is not a fear I have.

 

I keep a loaded gun under the mattress.

 

I wished I had never begun smoking in my teens…I would love to start again.

 

I have too many books and magazines that I cannot (or will not) get rid of.  Even I consider them a fire hazard.

 

I was date raped when I was 16.

 

When I was 6. I injured my ankle and had to wear a cast on my leg for 6 months. 

 

I broke that same ankle in two places about 3 years ago.

 

I do not put any of my ‘good’ clothes in the dryer. 

 

I was ‘peeped’ on by a man in 1978. He watched me undress and then he watched me bathe for approx. 15 –20 minutes. I wasn't the only one he "peeped on" over a period of time. They never did find him.

  

I can't stand to wear a turtleneck sweater.

 

More than 3/4 of my shoes are sandals.

 

Evidently, I have one of those faces that makes people talk to me in the store.  

 

 

 

 

I think I’ll end on that note for now…btw…that little blind kitten is still alive and living in my bedroom…guess I’ll keep him. We nicknamed him "Stevie".

 

xoxo 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 Seems as if Baby Jack will soon no longer be the baby of the family....make way for the debut in February!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

After what seemed like endless hours of shopping at the mall, my 5-year-old granddaughter and I were finally leaving. We were walking through a store, heading for the exit and she was softly talking to herself, whining and complaining about the usual things; my feet hurt…I’m thirsty…I’m tired…etc.

 

A saleslady smiled knowingly at me and said, “Somebody’s tired and ready to go home”.

 

I said, “Yes, I certainly am but she’s the one complaining about it.”

 

 

But the sales lady thought it was hilarious.