Thursday, January 05, 2017
Thursday, January 21, 2016
The guy at the lumber yard knows me. We say "HI" to each other. I always say "Hi, Paul!" and he says "Hi, Sara!" and we smile and wave. The last time I was there I thought he said, "Hi, Beth!" I kinda hesitated. Maybe I heard him wrong. Its a noisy lumber yard, after all. So I waved and smiled. I went wood shopping today and saw him in the distance. I said, "Hi, Paul!" and he replied, "Hi, Beth!" Ugh. Its too late to correct him now. I am Beth.
Monday, November 02, 2015
it puts the lotion on....
Michelle is always hounding me about my dry skin. "Put lotion on!" Seems to be the three most used words in her vocabulary. Well, over the last week I was really good and put lotion on my arms and face EVERYDAY. She cant yell at me! Hurray! So this morning I proudly showed Michelle as I squirted the lotion onto my arms and rubbed it in!
She looked at me disapprovingly and said, "That's soap."
Friday, September 04, 2015
Duck, Duck, Goose
I drove my dogs Banjo and Banana to a little lake near my house. I opened the car door and before I could put the leash on Banana (my little yellow Chihuahua) she LEAPED out of the car and ran toward the lake. There were about 10 Ducks and a Goose along the water's edge. OH NO! "BANANA!" I yelled! "STOP!" But she wouldn't be stopped. She was going to get one of those feathered creatures AND EAT IT! The ducks flapped their wings, leaped into the water and swam as fast as they could to the middle of the lake. Phew! Safe! But the Goose just stood there. He held his ground. Stoic. Banana reached the water's edge and walked up behind the Goose and.........and..........smelled his butt.
Monday, August 31, 2015
My mom sent me a little care package in the mail and inside were some documents she thought I might need like my birth certificate and social security card. When I pulled my birth certificate out of the box I noticed that the gold seal had been ripped off and taped back on. It aaaaaaaaaall came back to me...(cue flashback wavy lines and 70's music) I always loved when the detectives on TV would pull a leather wallet from their chest pocket and flip it open to reveal their shiny gold badge. They were so cool. One day while I was playing in the garage I stumbled upon something with a shiny gold star on it. THAT would be perfect to make my own badge! I quickly got work. I found some construction paper, crayons, scissors began coloring and cutting and taping and in a matter of moments I was ready to solve all the crimes of my block! I had a badge. I was a DETECTIVE! I ran into the house and found my mom. I stood before her and reached into my shirt and pulled out my paper wallet and FLIPPED it open to reveal my SOLID GOLD BADGE! well, as you can imagine THAT didn't go over well. She grabbed my hand and took me back to the garage, found my ripped birth certificate and taped the seal back on. And that's exactly how it arrived some (a number too high to count) years later. But man, I sure was a cool detective for 5 minutes!
Friday, August 21, 2015
I'm finding that my attitudes about mother nature and her creations are changing as I get older. For example this morning I saw a group of Ducks flying above me. In my younger days i would stare and marvel at their ability to fly in a perfect V formation. But now I just think, "Oh god! Don't poop on me!"
Thursday, August 20, 2015
A few days ago I injured my left calf while running. Pulled a muscle. I went to my acupuncture lady and she put 3 "tacks" in it and told me to leave them there for 2 days. She also recommended that I run through gardens. ?
Update: The tacks are out and the calf feels great. However, to my Berkeley friends, no need to worry...I did not run trample your daisies.
Wednesday, August 19, 2015
Michelle and I went on a quickie vacation and stayed in a cute little cottage with a fence around the property. The gate had a key code lock on it. Each time we entered Michelle looked up the code on her phone, typed it in and presto! The gate opened! As I was packing up the car to leave Michelle walked out onto the sidewalk with her bags and let the gate swing shut. I tried to grab it, but alas, it slammed. Our phones with the key code were still in the cottage. We were officially locked out. I went into immediate Macgyver mode! I walked the 6 foot high fence perimeter and looked for the best spot to climb it. I found a corner where I thought it was strong enough to hold me. I grabbed everything we owned from the car and stacked it up next to the fence. Suitcases, bags of chips, beer, anything I could find. I finally had what I thought was an amazing architectural hodgepodge of a staircase and was ready to climb it, jump over the fence and be the hero! I went back to the car to find one last piece of whatever to pile up for the final step. And the gate was open. What the? I walked down the path to the cottage where I found Michelle inside cleaning. I looked at her with my hands in the "What the hell?" position. "Oh," she said, "I remembered the code."
Wednesday, August 12, 2015
Monday, August 10, 2015
Saturday, August 01, 2015
I cant believe its not butter
The other day we had a little get together with friends. We had some different style of cheeses but my favorite was a super delicious chunk of White Irish Cheddar. Michelle had placed all the cheeses left over from the party in a zip-lock bag and put it in the fridge. I thought the cheddar might be yummy on top of a bowl of Chili so I grabbed the cheddar and grated it over the top. I couldn't wait to eat it! mmmmyummmm.........I snuck a handful of the grated cheese and shoved it in my mouth! I love cheese. I mean, I LOOOOOOVE cheese! But.... this didn't...taste...like...cheddar. In fact, it didn't taste like cheeeeese. It tasted like......?.....BUTTER?! I stared at the pile of cheese and watched it slowly melt into a greasy oil slick. "MICHELLE! DID YOU PUT BUTTER IN THE CHEESE BAG????" "Yah, why?" "UGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I JUST ATE A MOUTHFUL OF BUTTER!!!!" "eeew, why'd you do that?" "UGH!!!"
Friday, July 24, 2015
Thursday, July 23, 2015
Michelle loses track of her appointments. The other day she thought she had a Gynecologist Appointment but it turned out she was scheduled for a teeth cleaning. Here's what she told the dental assistant.
"I got mixed up this morning and thought i had a Gyno appointment. I shaved but didn't floss. SORRY!"