The Big Six-Zero

Good morning,

Today's blurb will have to be short, and in fact, it will just be all newsy and such, no morals or stories or whatever.  I have a bunch of things to get done here if I'm going to make it to the pool on time.  And I know what you're thinking:  "Right, like THAT'S gonna happen; Prairie Woman is going to write something SHORT."  I know, I know.  But I can't be crossing stuff off from a list if my fingers are occupied, flying across a keyboard.

So it's 26 degrees here this morning and there's tons of frost on the ground and two deer just romped playfully through the backyard.  They're not fooling me; I knew what THEY were thinking, too.  Must be I'm clairvoyant this morning, knowing what's going through everyone's mind.


       Marv:  "Wish those Prairie People could get off their big butts and plant something in this garden so that we could have a nice breakfast.  Some fresh, tender pod peas would be kinda nice."
      Harriet:  "I know.  These rose bushes are getting kinda stale."

They will have to wait until this weekend.  The horse poopie is all tilled under and the only thing left to do is to put the fence around the garden.  We shall be planting peas and spinach on Saturday.

So yesterday was a busy one.  I spent the vast majority of the day at the nursing home where I volunteer.  I was kind of a frustrating day for me but we won't get into that.  Let's just say that when an employee wants me to do something, I wish that the proper materials were accurate and ready for me.  Otherwise, my time is wasted, and I seem to waste a lot of time there lately.  Waiting and waiting and waiting..... and I don't like that.     

The BIG news is that I went to Fat Ass Class (what I affectionately call my weight loss club), where I stood on that stinking scale and lost yet another pound and a half.  That makes for SIXTY and three-quarters  pounds lost.  I can hardly believe it.  No surgeries or whatever, just plain ol' shutting my mouth, saying "No, thank you, I don't think that I would like any of that molten lava chocolate cream fudge pie today," and exercising.  It has taken me almost nineteen months to accomplish and I won't kid you, it's been tough.  But I'm not in any race, and in fact, I think that the way I'm approaching this is going to work for me for the rest of my life this time.  I have just about anything that I want; I just have a lot less of it than what I used to cram into my pie hole.  I can do this.  Seventeen more pounds to go and I reach my goal.  I don't care how long it takes as long as it's reached.  I repeat, I can do this.

So I'd better get at it.  I need to get the Fat Ass banking ready (I'm treasurer for the group.).  Cleaning the bathroom is always a treat.  I still have my Easter bunny theme going on in the kitchen and I know that I need to disassemble it all and get things back to normal.  Going to the pool to swim off a few calories.  Then my friend Lynnie is coming over and we're going to go grab a salad somewhere and then go for a walk in the local park.  Sounds like a good one, doesn't it?  All except that bathroom part. 

Have a great day.