So... Living My Life

So... Living My Life
Washing an elephant in India

Monday, March 22, 2010

Monday, March 15, 2010

Rainy Day Monday

It’s still raining and the high is only going to reach 48⁰ today. Bummer! Actually, rain and chill are good things because I desperately need to clean my house, and this yucky weather will keep me indoors staring at the mess and dirt until I do something about it! So, today is going to be a house cleaning day. Tomorrow the sun is supposed to come out, and by the end of the week the temps will be approaching 70. I can’t wait!! I am sooooo ready for spring.

Kathleen and I are going to the gym this afternoon – the first time for me in several months. (I hope and pray my gym clothes still fit!) I’m not looking forward to the workout – it is sooooo boring – but I am appallingly unfit at this time and feel so unhealthy. Not to mention, my body is so out-of-proportion that it is next to impossible to find clothes that fit. My 3 sisters and I are all cursed with being short-waisted. (We haven’t figured out if this is from my mom’s side of the family or my dad’s.) As a result, we tend to each have a midriff bulge, though mine seems to have extended from my face to my ankles. Being rather small in the – uh – bust, clothes that fit me around the middle are too big in the chest, and, likewise, clothes that fit me across the chest are too tight around the middle. So, it’s back to the gym to try and lose some of the excess.

My cat, Slippers, continues to do very well. In fact, I would say she is 100% recovered. She is back to her old self, and last night she spent most of the night in and out of the covers curled up in my left arm. (This is her normal night-time routine, though it does tend to make it difficult for me to get a good night's sleep.) She is back to eating normally and hasn’t vomited for the past few days. I am so thankful to God that He healed Slippers. I just love that cat!

Well, I hear the clothes dryer signal, which means that the bathroom rugs are finished drying. Time for another load of laundry. A woman’s work is never done.