Ramblings

Again, my day starts kinda sluggish. What I mean by sluggish is that it took me 30 minutes of laying in bed before my feet hit the ground running. I made the bed, got dressed in my bike clothes, grabbed a bottle of water, and out to the bike. Helmet in place, I flew down the driveway on my bike. The first half mile leaving my house is all down hill. I took a right and climbed the short but steep hill. I made it to the top without walking my bike which I feel is a great accomplishment.

Along the ride there is a beautiful spot where I thought, "If I leave an hour earlier tomorrow I could possibly see the sun rising over the valley." That means I would have to start waking up and hour ealier. I don't think it will happen.

Once again, I had to push my bike up the last forty feet of the hill to my house. I park my bike and can see the pool-pond. Shall I tell you now about the pool-pond or save it for tomorrow.
I take a dip for about 20 minutes. It is refreshing, and I am happy to be awake this early.

Upstairs I look into the closet. What to wear, what to wear? Where will I be today? Who will I see? Will it matter if I look presentable or not? Oh first things,first. Before I decide anything, I might as well get my priorities straight.

THE PUSH-UP BRA! Any bra, even the granny style, that I wear automatically falls into the push-up bra catagory. Over forty, I find that any thing will help. My sister and I went for a brief visit to see my brother and his wife who we will call W for wonderbra. Our 10-minute visit turned into a 5-hour bra fitting/info class. At his point we were informed what bras were really for. "To make you feel good about yourself. The right bra with the right shirt makes all the difference." That was 1 1/2 years ago. She says we should throw out our granny bras. I say the granny bras are quite comfortable. I paid $20 a pop for my playtex. So playtex or not, anything I put on will help me feel better.

Bra in place, I can now choose the right outfit. Ah these jeans. They feel nice, but according to Stacy and Clinton on the style show, I should not wear faded thigh jeans. "They highlight the leg and add the appearance of bulk." I look in the mirror and guess what? Could it be that my thighs really are big? I think the jeans make me look better.

I must admit that occasionally I will watch the "Why do you wear that?" Show. Sometimes I think they are blinded by popular fashion and the show is more about what they think. And do you think that some of it is hype? Noone really dresses that bad. AND THEN YOU SEE IT.
Walking out of the Target store, right in front of me is a mother with her two daughters. All three are dressed in tight sweat kinda pants. The daugthers were okay but the mother should have never been allowed out in those pants. She was not that overweight but the pants hid nor did nothing for her. Wait, they did highlight every crack, crevice, roll and pinch that she had.
Most of the time, I am pretty good about not looking to the outward appearance but to the inner. Some people just make that very hard to do.

What was I talking about? Anyway have a great day! Tomorrow I shall try to talk about graves and pool-ponds.

Fond Friends

I went to a funeral yesterday. I could not help but notice the children and how they can be such a mirror of the adults. One child fidgeted and could hardly stay still. I thought of the young men on the front row who must feel just like the little boy, wanting to be anywhere but in their seat. Another child was crying for food, too young to even know why she was there. Another child had a quiet look about her as she laid her head on her mother's shoulder and went off to sleep, peacefully dreaming of another place.

It is hard to say goodbye to those we love. The last relative to leave the graveside was a granddaughter that could not quite give up but tried to hold fast in her heart the treasures that he left behind. We took comfort in knowing that he was purchased by the creator and we shall see him again one day.

I most every time I am at a funeral I think of how wonderful it is to have special people in my life that have chosen Jesus. I always shed happy tears knowing that Heaven is my eternal home and sad tears because my earthly father has not chosen the same eternal home.

I'm back!

Good Morning!

This morning, I shall venture to start my blogging again.

At 5:30, I woke up with a muscle cramp in my right leg. I laid there thinking about my resolve to start an exercise regiment this week.

At 6, my son shouted up the stairs, "Mom, did you want me to wake you up?"

I answered, "Yes, thanks!"

I heard him say "Bye," and he headed out the door.

At 6:30, I rolled out of bed and had to ask myself if I was really sure about an early morning bike ride.

At 7:30, I was pedalling up my driveway after riding 5 1/2 miles. Riding around our neighborhood, with all of its hills, has more challenges than riding on the Rails to Trails.

This is a barn along my bike ride.

Springtime!!!

I listen to the birds singing outside the open office window. The window faces the north. I can feel soft gentle breezes in the air (from my ceiling fan). I can see the blueberry bushes all in bloom.

Today, my goal is to get done with all the tax filing. I thought I had completed my federal taxes only to discover that I left out that very small distribution (less than $20) from some pension plan that I don't believe we ever received. Not sure how you dispute it but I guess I best report it or the "BIG SAM" government peeps be at my door.

On to other, less discouraging news. I went out into my yard yesterday and took pictures of the pretty colors.

Saturdays, Sweets, and Sales

It is raining outside. It has been raining for the last three days. Instead of braving the wet, here I sit, being lazy, watching the "How to Steal a Million" movie. It is a beautiful old movie.

My sweet kitty is softly laying on my blooming lily plants, pushing the tall stems over and off to the side. She is working on destroying the delicate, lightly irridescent, orange blooms. They have blooming for about seven days.

Earlier today, I baked an Italian Cream Cake for my husband's 50th birthday. About two weeks ago, my husband tasted the dessert at work and brought the recipe home to me. It is made from scratch and is delicious.

Could someone who has sunshine send some to us?

Wonderful weddings and wet windows

Nothing has really changed since my last posting. I do think now that I need to make a list of all I hope to accomplish in the next two weeks. Then, I need to put feet to my list. Yesterday my husband and I went on a hike through the woods hunting for caves. Our hike was a total of three and one-half miles. I have definitely got to get back into my daily routine that includes walking.
Aside from walking, I hope to finish some photo orders from weddings.
I and my camera have been blessed to be a small part of two weddings recently. They were both wonderful. I think I have found out that I like to be the back-up photographer, catching the candid, whimsical, and personal shots that often are overlooked until the small box in my hand is opened to reveal treasures, such as the little children giggling at the sight of the practicing wedding party at rehearsal or the shared secret between two friends who are sure noone else saw it. I love to catch the tapping of soft light on the shoulder of the bride as she glances an apprehensive look at her father's face. Oh well, enough of my glamourizations and onto making that list for my next two weeks.

It has been a long time.

I talked with a friend today, and she mentioned her blogspot. The conversation started me to thinking on my blog. I have been really bad about posting lately. If I did everything I wanted to do, the stress would take all the fun out. Let me see what I would like to do most. Photos-arrange, organize, tag, print, edit, scrapbook, Spanish, writing, clean my yard, get ready for spring garden, build a trail around my property, clean out my sheds, change the oil in my car(not but it needs to be done), so many things. Good Night!