Everythings a WIP & a Blast from the Past

Sorry for the poor quality of these shots. Thay are photos that I scanned a while back & they are clickable.

Since I have nothing to offer but a bunch of un-finished stuff and I need to get going, I thought you might enjoy a couple of silly blasts from the past. For several summers we would rent a place in Lake George. This is a shot of James and me in front of the Lake with the Mini-hah-hah sailing behind us. Dig those gigundo earrings!!! Looks like I was auditioning for the part of the Pirate Queen eh? I think James was most likely around 5th grade-middle school era. So that puts us somewhere in the 90s. That also puts me many pounds lighter and not gray. James has always been able to make me laugh so much. I've been blessed with a couple of guys who are fun to be with. In the smaller(clickable) photo, James is illustrating his confusion regarding his musical abilities. Funny enough though, he wound up being a percussionist-drummer. He does still play guitar and I love hearing him play. He has a couple of electric guitars but I love to hear him play the acoustic one. Anyway, he had been to a birthday party where the decorations were all blow-up musical instruments. He's a one man band that boy of mine!

I've got to get going to the....gulp....Mall. It's m plan to be there when Sephora opens so I can get a gift certificate for Dani. Then I'm hightailing it out of there since the Mall experience is frightening without it being Christmas. My friend Terry is home today so I will head to Curves and then to her house to have a cuppa. She rarely gets a day off during the week so I don't get to see much of her lately. I still need a gift for her and my other quilting buddy Pam so there is that to do. Somehow it never ends. Take-out Chinese for dinner today. One less thing .

Hope your day is peaceful

Roger & James 0-- Tree 2

From the look of these two bodies under the tree it looks like a call to CSI is in order. Nevertheless...the tree is up and so are we. We like everything about the tree except that it doesn't smell like Christmas. It's very nice once you get the branches all fluffed out and everything in it's place. It sure is funny when you put the bottom piece into the metal stand and it whumps open like very heavy upside down umbrella. We had a good laugh over that. During the week I can get out a few things to put on it but for the most part-it's a done deal. The thing is covered with lights and very pretty. All and all a good experience.

I made it to Curves again on Saturday-that makes 4 days this week. Gotta keep up the pace. I must say it doesn't take long to feel a lot better so I, once again, ask myself the question, why do I fight this so much? There is just no excuse. Bad Dee, bad! One thing about Curves. In total, the experience is very positive. The women are so nice and they seem sincerely happy to see you. Very pleasant. On Saturday, they were playing Christmas music. Most of you know that at the gym they play a lot of almost disco stuff because it has a good beat and you can dance to it(thanks Dick). Well, they were playing disco drummer boy and Oh Holy Night(yeah really) I was contemplating jumping from a 4th floor window just from that. Then they have this voice that usually says" Move to the next station" Instead of that the voice was now saying "I am wonderful" "I am precious" "I am powerful" "I am beautiful" SERIOUSLY....for a half an hour it says that stuff.....every minute and a half......REALLY. The other two women there joined me in a customer revolt. We all stopped and looked at the Lady IN CHARGE. We said "Make It Stop Now" and then she said "the music or the voice" and then we said "BOTH.......NOW" She looked scared so it turns out, we are powerful! I never thought I'd be happy to hear Pink singing but the rest of the work-out was pretty good! I am woman hear me roarrrrrrr.

I did some actual sewing today. Put borders on a table topper for a friend and took up the hem on a pair of work-out pants that were so long I was tripping over them

Well, I must go clean up the kitchen since even though I am woman and I can roar, I suspect that no one will be cleaning up the mess I made making pulled pork for dinnerrrrrr.

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