Only four more days till our vacation! I can't wait to throw the suitcases in the car and hit the road. Well, maybe we won't be "throwing" the bags in the car. More like hiring a crane and "loading" them in. At least when it comes to mine, which I have already stuffed in anticipation of our first cruise.
I posted a statement on Facebook and asked if I should pack too much as opposed to having not enough. So funny how all the women said "pack away" and the guys said "take only half of what you think you need". HA, I'm a woman, fellas and we pack for every possible scenario. I have several dresses for evenings, shorts in all lengths and colors and then several tops to go with those shorts (cause you never know which one you'll be in the mood to wear), then there are shoes for each outfit and jewelry. Bathing suits (ugh) are a must. I only packed two cause I hate them...but I made up for it with four different coverups. Cardigan sweaters (brown and black), windbreaker, rain gear, tennis shoes and exercise clothes (thinking positive) and a pair of jeans...just in case. Underwear is also specialized. Bras in several colors, panties in different styles and colors...they're all going with me.
On Monday night I'll pack the cosmetic case. That is a separate bag altogether and the older I get the more lotions and potions I need to take with me.
My husband will pack his bag Monday night around 10p.m. He'll just open drawers throw T-shirts, shorts, a pair of swim trunks, one pair of dress slacks and a couple of polo shirts in his suitcase and he'll be done. He'll probably take two pair of shoes and a couple of hats also.
OMG...that reminds I forgot my hats...gotta go...more packing to do!!
Friday, May 14, 2010
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
I FALL DOWN...GO BOOM
I introduced my son, Adam and his girlfriend, Danielle, to the joys of Rum Runners on Saturday night. I can't say the place was hoppin', but we enjoyed ourselves. That is until I decided to take a nose dive.
At Rum Runners, periodically they will get people from the audience to come up on the small stage with them to dance or act silly. I got dragged up there to dance and Danielle joined me. I kicked off my sandals to give mY feet access to more movement and boogied away. When the song was over I jumped off the stage to grab my sandals and for some unknown reason decided to hop back up on stage instead of just walking back to our table. Didn't exactly execute a graceful move. I caught my sandal and toe on the edge of the stage and started to crash toward the floor. I was able to catch myself so I just landed on my knees and wrists (just missing the piano leg with my head). Luckily I had just enough alcohol in me not to feel embarrassed. I jumped up to my feet, did a brief bow and exited back to my seat.
I actually forgot about it till around 4a.m. when I awoke from a sound sleep and could barely move. I felt like I'd been in a car wreck. When did I get so old that just taking a little tumble could make me ache for days? I'm thinking maybe I didn't have enough booze in me. Maybe that would have made me more relaxed and I wouldn't feel like I've been hit by a train.
Note to self: drink more when out at clubs, in case you take a tumble.
At Rum Runners, periodically they will get people from the audience to come up on the small stage with them to dance or act silly. I got dragged up there to dance and Danielle joined me. I kicked off my sandals to give mY feet access to more movement and boogied away. When the song was over I jumped off the stage to grab my sandals and for some unknown reason decided to hop back up on stage instead of just walking back to our table. Didn't exactly execute a graceful move. I caught my sandal and toe on the edge of the stage and started to crash toward the floor. I was able to catch myself so I just landed on my knees and wrists (just missing the piano leg with my head). Luckily I had just enough alcohol in me not to feel embarrassed. I jumped up to my feet, did a brief bow and exited back to my seat.
I actually forgot about it till around 4a.m. when I awoke from a sound sleep and could barely move. I felt like I'd been in a car wreck. When did I get so old that just taking a little tumble could make me ache for days? I'm thinking maybe I didn't have enough booze in me. Maybe that would have made me more relaxed and I wouldn't feel like I've been hit by a train.
Note to self: drink more when out at clubs, in case you take a tumble.
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
KINDNESS BEGETS KINDNESS
Little acts of kindness can put a smile in someone's heart. This past Thanksgiving, my son, his girlfriend and I were driving through Starbucks to grab a pumpkin latte for Danielle. When we got to the window to pay we were informed that the car in front of us had paid for her drink. To this day, I smile every time I think about that generous act. It made me want to bless others. Pay it forward so to speak.
I've yet to cover someone's bill at a drive thru, but I do little things that I hope will lighten someone's load just a bit. I often shop at Aldi's and you are required to pay a quarter for their carts. When you return your cart you get your quarter back. It's a great system for keeping the parking lot...cart free. I like to look for someone about to get a wagon and give them mine. When they go to hand me their quarter I always say, "that's okay, just give the cart to someone else to use." It's not much...but to some people that quarter is a great deal.
I look around me and try to be aware of people struggling to get doors open and hold them open, elderly people often need assistance getting groceries off top shelves or just separating the carts in the entry of the store and it only takes a moment to lend a hand.
The other day I was at Kroger's and while I was checking out an older, rough looking man came in looking for a certain kind of candy. He asked my checkout girl if there was anyone who could assist him and she looked down her nose and said, "no". He walked away and I questioned the girl. She said, "we don't have anyone available to help him. Everyone is busy." For some reason this really made me angry. I paid for my groceries, then told the girl to watch my cart and went in search of the man. There he was in the candy aisle struggling to read the packages. I helped him find the candy he was looking for, went back and grabbed my groceries and headed home. I don't even know if he knew I was a customer and not someone who worked there. He did say, "thanks" rather gruffly. It wasn't about being thanked though, it was about feeling that I did a little something to help another person living in this crazy world and that made me feel better about myself.
In this age of talking, texting, everyone always being in a rush and people rarely making eye contact, I think we've forgotten to take moments out of our day to connect with those around us. If this little blog inspires just one person to open their eyes and help a stranger now and then...then I'm glad I wrote it.
I've yet to cover someone's bill at a drive thru, but I do little things that I hope will lighten someone's load just a bit. I often shop at Aldi's and you are required to pay a quarter for their carts. When you return your cart you get your quarter back. It's a great system for keeping the parking lot...cart free. I like to look for someone about to get a wagon and give them mine. When they go to hand me their quarter I always say, "that's okay, just give the cart to someone else to use." It's not much...but to some people that quarter is a great deal.
I look around me and try to be aware of people struggling to get doors open and hold them open, elderly people often need assistance getting groceries off top shelves or just separating the carts in the entry of the store and it only takes a moment to lend a hand.
The other day I was at Kroger's and while I was checking out an older, rough looking man came in looking for a certain kind of candy. He asked my checkout girl if there was anyone who could assist him and she looked down her nose and said, "no". He walked away and I questioned the girl. She said, "we don't have anyone available to help him. Everyone is busy." For some reason this really made me angry. I paid for my groceries, then told the girl to watch my cart and went in search of the man. There he was in the candy aisle struggling to read the packages. I helped him find the candy he was looking for, went back and grabbed my groceries and headed home. I don't even know if he knew I was a customer and not someone who worked there. He did say, "thanks" rather gruffly. It wasn't about being thanked though, it was about feeling that I did a little something to help another person living in this crazy world and that made me feel better about myself.
In this age of talking, texting, everyone always being in a rush and people rarely making eye contact, I think we've forgotten to take moments out of our day to connect with those around us. If this little blog inspires just one person to open their eyes and help a stranger now and then...then I'm glad I wrote it.
Monday, May 10, 2010
SWING BATTA BATTA
I feel so much younger than the sum of my years. That is until I played softball on Saturday afternoon for the first time in about 30 years.
Saturday I attended a picnic with the Triangle Couples meetup group. After a nice relaxing lunch, our hosts decided to put together a softball game. Silly me...I signed up to play. I wasn't really expecting much out of myself other than some exercise swinging a bat at the air as the ball whizzed by me. So you can imagine my surprise when I heard "WHACK" and saw the ball flying off the end of my bat. I ran...as fast as my ancient legs would take me and low and behold I was "safe" at first. I was ecstatic! But as the next person up to bat hit the ball and I had to run to second...and then the next person got a hit and I had to run to third...I began to question the wisdom in my actually trying to hit the ball. If I hadn't hit it...I wouldn't have had to run. Hmmmm, I could be onto something here. SAFE at home! I had run all four bases. As I sat in my camp chair trying to catch my breath and willing the sun to stop beating down on my head...I realized...I was through. I wasn't getting paid for this punishment. I had no intention of hitting the ball again if I got up to bat...so I gave my team a break and headed to the picnic shelter to relax with the rest of the intelligent over 40/50 crowd who chose to just watch the game and not actually participate.
Thank God I took myself out of the game. I could barely move by the time evening approached and going to Rum Runners and tripping over my own two feet didn't help with the aches and pains any. But that's another story. Talk to you tomorrow.
Saturday I attended a picnic with the Triangle Couples meetup group. After a nice relaxing lunch, our hosts decided to put together a softball game. Silly me...I signed up to play. I wasn't really expecting much out of myself other than some exercise swinging a bat at the air as the ball whizzed by me. So you can imagine my surprise when I heard "WHACK" and saw the ball flying off the end of my bat. I ran...as fast as my ancient legs would take me and low and behold I was "safe" at first. I was ecstatic! But as the next person up to bat hit the ball and I had to run to second...and then the next person got a hit and I had to run to third...I began to question the wisdom in my actually trying to hit the ball. If I hadn't hit it...I wouldn't have had to run. Hmmmm, I could be onto something here. SAFE at home! I had run all four bases. As I sat in my camp chair trying to catch my breath and willing the sun to stop beating down on my head...I realized...I was through. I wasn't getting paid for this punishment. I had no intention of hitting the ball again if I got up to bat...so I gave my team a break and headed to the picnic shelter to relax with the rest of the intelligent over 40/50 crowd who chose to just watch the game and not actually participate.
Thank God I took myself out of the game. I could barely move by the time evening approached and going to Rum Runners and tripping over my own two feet didn't help with the aches and pains any. But that's another story. Talk to you tomorrow.
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