Thursday, March 03, 2011
Well, with the Peru trip right around the corner I'm unable to procrastinate any longer on buying new Tennis Shoes! But what kind, and where? My new hubby heard me grumbling about what to buy and decided to offer his opinion (always a hazard). lol
He tells me that Mayo Clinic recommends NEW BALANCE. I look skeptical, so he turns to his computer and soon is showing me some pretty snazzy shoes. All colors and styles, I make the comment that I kind of like the black ones -- never had that color before and black and white clothing is a fave of mine. He laughs and says "Ya, they're probably the most expensive!" Well, I don't know if they were or not, but they WERE more than some of the regular looking shoes. I think about a hundred bucks -- which for my budget is HIGH! He sees me discarding the idea in my mind and he says "I'll buy them!" Well, who can turn down a deal like that? so I'll let you know what my Happy Feet think of them in a day or so!
Off to do my many errands today! Have a good day everyone! And smile - it's contagious!
Friday, February 25, 2011
My DH planned a hike. Wouldn't tell me where. I keep saying to him, "Let's go somewhere close because gasoline is so expensive!" But. . . . he has already made up his mind, a trait I've discovered in most men. . . . . . so we get in the car, along with the dog and a packed lunch. It will be a LATE lunch cause we don't leave until almost noon.
We take I-10 toward California?? Where could we be going? One thing I'm sure of; it will be some Indian ruins because that's what turns him on. We turn on 85 and eventually find ourselves on 8 heading into San Diego? I laugh and ask him if we're going to visit my girl friend in San Diego! He says "no."
Finally he checks some paperwork he has with him, and says we will be going somewhere West of the mountains we see in the distance. And that we will exit the freeway at exit 78. Exit 78 is also called Spot Road. Not impressive -- nothing there but 4 old mailboxes that look to be about 100 years old! We turn to the right and after a short distance come to another dirt road marked as 76th Avenue! Can you imagine 76th Avenue in the middle of NOWHERE? We turn, but it doesn't seem to go anywhere, and DH says "it doesn't look familiar" (he's been there once before, about 2 years ago). He decides to enter the coordinates on his GPS, and old reliable "Cranky Sue" as I call her tells us to get back on Spot Road. We follow her nice friendly directions, turn left on Spot Road and after going through an old iron gate (another thing DH doesn't remember) we drive through many potholes and washed out areas of the road and eventually come to a dead-end. Nice going Sue! We turn around and as we start back "Cranky Sue" says her usual "Recalculating!"
We wander around the desert for a bit, find nothing -- and I finally announce that I'm starving, it is 3:00 and we haven't found anything yet -- but I think we've driven about 100 miles! There is nothing like keeping it "close to home" folks! We stop and eat and let Amber (dog) do her exploring. George takes photo's of a couple of plants that look like weeds, and probably are, but he claims it's an Arizona wildflower of which he does not have in his collection. So at least he got something out of the trip.
Finally he concedes after driving 100 miles, he doesn't know where the petroglyphs are that he wanted to see. There are some a few miles back the way we came that are not nearly as impressive, and we will go there, but he's disappointed. So we go to the "not so impressive" site, only to see there is a sign that says "no dogs" -- but by this time it's 4:00 and there is not a soul in sight. I ignore the sign and walk with my dog up the trail. DH heads for the little boys room. As we walk down the trail I see what looks like a path going further up the hill, where the more impressive rocks are. We climb to the very top! About then we spy DH, with his camera at the foot of the hill. He takes several photo's of us, some cute pix of Amber as I placed her on top of one of the rocks. Then I tell him to come up and join us. He tells me, "No we aren't allowed to go up there, we're supposed to stay on the path." Oops!
So that was my hike that wasn't. We drove over 200 miles total just to walk around one kind of insignificant hill. Next time I'm sure it will be better.
By the way, made it through day 2 without chocolate, but I did eat some nougat - delicious!
Thursday, February 24, 2011
I don't know how long this streak will last -- but I did make it through day 1, and now I'm an hour into day 2! Today is supposed to be a hiking day for us -- so as long as I don't have access to that dark, heavenly treat, I suppose I can resist it. Our snacks will be cheese sticks and/or trail mix bars.
The after dinner cravings are the worst. I don't know when this happened to me, or even what happened -- it used to be that "I didn't even like chocolate!" Now if a day goes by and I don't have a square of dark chocolate, or chocolate covered raisins -- or something else equally CHOCOLATE -- I just can't settle down for the night. It's like being obsessed!
Maybe I should try hypnotism??
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
A few weeks ago I was craving home style "Fried Chicken." We tried to think which restaurant to go to, and finally DH suggested Cracker Barrel. I couldn't recall if they had Fried Chicken on the menu but it seemed like they would. So we go there. . . . .
We were greeted with the usual . . . . "how many?" Duh! do you see more than 2 of us? So we were seated, no booths, but they just don't have any. Scan the menu -- no fried chicken! So rather than switch restaurants I decide to go for their chicken strips; but when they came they were less than tasty, and the veggie sides were tasteless. DH was not happy with his items either. I decided to take mine home, my dog would love them if nothing else. We did request a take-home box, and waited..... and waited..... and waited..... and waited. Finally I just wrapped the chicken up in my paper napkin and we left, very disappointed in the service and in the fare.
We paid in the gift shop and I had the napkin with the chicken rolled up in it plainly in sight as I had not brought my purse along. We were several feet out the door when a lady from the restaurant came to the door and yelled at me "Do you have our silverware in that napkin?"
Of course I was furious at being accused of stealing! I shouted back -- "NO! I have my damn leftover chicken because the waitress would never bring me a box!"
Evidently my DH was upset (more than me) as he wrote a scathing letter to headquarters of Cracker Barrel upon our return home. Quite some time later we received a letter of apology that would have been appropriate for bad service, bad food or whatever -- along with a "coupon" for a free Dinner for Two. We went to a different location quite obviously, and decided we would order the most expensive thing on the menu -- so my hubby enjoyed Rib Eye Steak! I had to keep an eye on him or he would have eaten all the fat too. I enjoyed a very tender pot roast covered with a rich sauce and mushrooms. We even ordered dessert.
The scale this morning informed me I was up 1.2 pounds! I wonder just who it was that got even here? Payback just doesn't pay, does it? Do you think it's kind of like holding a grudge? It only ends up hurting YOU, not the person you are angry with?
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