That's me, 43. How about 43 bits of random useless info, shall we?
- I'm delighted to be getting older. Beats the heck out of the alternative. I do not however delight in some of the joys associated with getting older. Hot flashes can go back where they came from thankyouverymuch.
- I'm not digging summer too much this year. Too dang hot for me. May have something to do with the aforementioned hot flashes.
- Do you remember a while back I may have complained a bit about being skinny. Having trouble gaining weight? Well forget everything I said. Not an issue anymore. Maybe I'm not that delighted with getting older after all.... I kid. About the delighted part. Not the weight part. I've had to buy all new pants. Lets talk about something else.
- I ripped the bead board wall paper off my bar last week only to put more right back up. What I took down was black. I wanted it white. I also pulled off the baseboard.
- I bought new chunkier baseboard. In my mind I would cut and install it myself. I just needed Mitch to explain the miter saw to me. Yesterday he cut it for me. No griping was involved.
- I love that man. He puts up with a lot.
- The chunkier baseboard has created a bit of a dilemma. I may be coming to you my friends for some advice. You never fail me.
- I love being a nana. Bayleigh is the cheese to my crackers, the peanut butter to my jelly. She's my girl. Sometimes she drives me just to the edge of crazy and I tell her I'm running away.
- I wouldn't get very far before I missed her terribly.
- Both of my kids are adults. How did that happen?
- I'm so very glad my kids aren't teens anymore.
- They drove me well past the edge of crazy, but they are pretty great young adults.
- I love my kids.
- I'm very proud of them.
- I've developed an unhealthy pinterest addiction. Seriously. Somebody organize an intervention.
- I seem to enjoy cooking more these days. (See #3)
- I blame pinterest.
- I do not enjoy cleaning up after cooking. I blame my family.
- I think I'll declare this the year of if I cook it, you clean it. Sounds good to me.
- I should be doing laundry right now instead of making silly lists.
- Oh well, if it weren't lists, it would probably be pinterest.
- I remember when 43 seemed old. Not so much anymore.
- I'm going to paint part of my lower cabinets white. See #4. Bought the paint last weekend at the Sherwin Williams sale.
- I have no new progress to report on the attic.
- I'm very happy with the stairs.
- When I was a child, I dreamed of living in a house with an upstairs. When you live in a trailer, a house with stairs seems like a big deal.
- It tickles that kid in me to see those stairs.
- My favorite desert is tiramisu.
- I started getting xolair injections. I've only had one shot. Anyone else on it?
- For a long time I felt sure I was going to die young. That my only hope was to get a lung transplant and that prospect scared the bajeebers out of me. I don't really feel that way any more.
- I've decied not to put so much stock in what the doctors say. When you have an unnamed disease, how can they know what your prognosis is?
- I'm getting the xolair because I researched and asked about it, not because it was offered. You have to be your own advocate. Look out for yourself.
- A childhood friend wished me happy birthday on facebook and told me I was her first kindergarten memory. I had no idea. I wonder what it was.
- I have mixed feelings about facebook. I like the ease in which you can connect with friends and loved ones. Share pictures, say hello. But, I don't think it's the place to air all your problems. I wish there was a TMI button next to the like button. Some folks share TMI.
- Sometimes I don't wish people happy birthday on facebook because I feel like so many have already done so, mine won't matter. I feel differently now. Every single birthday wish I've received today had made me smile and I've been grateful for each one.
- Clutter makes me crazy. Messiness makes me crazy. I've been feeling very crazy lately.
- I blame my family.
- I blame pinterest.
- I blame that darn clean house fairy whose GPS must be broken. Come on sister. Sprinkle your magic pixie dust already!
- I wish I was the dog whisperer. Man, these dogs and their barking drive me crazy. I've tried that anti-bark thing that emits a high-pitched sound- worked for about a day. I've tried squirting them with water- worked for about a week. Any tips?
- I'm not a fan of the Fresh Beat Band on Nick jr.
- I love to dine alfresco. Not so much at home, but when we go out, I love to eat outside if possible. Not in this 100+ degree weather though. Something about eating a good meal and sipping a glass of wine outside that makes it seem more special.
- I made it to 43. Even though I may not post here as often as I used to, I still love this little corner of my world and I hope to keep hanging out here for many years to come!



