Saturday, April 11, 2015


There's a lot going on in my life that I can't change
but myself is not one of them.
By the looks of the books that I'm going to be reading
I will be a
Financially Secure
I can try.
Oh and don't forget healthy and slimmer!!
I downloaded the Couch to 5K app on my phone and the My Fitness Pal.
I'm on my second week of the Couch to 5K and I'm doing pretty good.
I was walking/jogging this morning and I'm not a pretty sight.
It's a slooooooow process.  I almost laugh when I say "jog" because my shuffle is so slow.
I look up and I see this.
Do you see those two black specs in the sky?
I met a friend of mine for lunch one day out of town and she looked great and she
suggested the Quest bars and the protein powder.
After lunch I shopped and went to see my son and that evening
I went to the GNC store to get the protein powder and Quest bars.
But first I stopped at the Chick-Fil-A because we don't have one where we live
and I bought a bunch of chicken sandwiches for all the guys to have at work the next day.
And I bought me one for supper.
So I sat in the car and ate mine before I went into the GNC store.
I walked in and a helpful, friendly guy that worked there asked what I was looking for
and I could tell that he was so impressed that I had a photo on my phone of the exact
things that I needed.
He could tell I was serious.
He was a happy guy, just grinning the whole time.
It's nice to be around happy people.
I go back to the car and start to put my seatbelt on and there on my chest
is a big piece of chicken sandwich stuck on my shirt by a blog of ketchup.
I guess he didn't know that GNC = Girl Needs Chicken.
Stay Tuned...

Wednesday, April 8, 2015

Colors Of Spring


(did you really think you would get through Spring without a photo of the treeeeee)



Monday, March 23, 2015

Crooked Blessings?

She walked in the door and closed it a little harder than usual.
It was a tough day.
She grumbled......."look at this mess.
Does anyone else ever clean up around here?!"
She stomped to the kitchen and is thinking
"why do I always have to decide what to cook for supper?"
"I'm tired, we get up when it's dark....
we come home when it's dark...."
She walks into the living room and her eyes squint...
"just look at this.....why can't they fix the sign when they bump
it and make it crooked?"
And she walks toward the sign......
and her steps slow down....
and her eyes fix on the words.....
and as her hand reaches for the sign...
 she is immediately sorry for her attitude...
And she knows.......she knows.......
that her blessings aren't crooked at all.....
the sign may be.....but her blessings aren't.
You just have to "straighten" out your attitude
in order to see them.

Monday, March 9, 2015

Lisa's Medical Emergency

I decided to start a new series about the "only could happen to me" moments that I have.
It seems, as I talk to others, that "these moments" don't happen to most people.
I'm just lucky like that?...(sarcasm)
I can't decide what to call this series.
Here's what I've got.
                                                          1. " Only  me" moments 
                                                          2.  Lisa-isms
3. Was my face red when....
                                                          4. Why Lisa Why?
What do you like?
Here is a fine example of this series.
One morning, years ago, my throat felt scratchy.
I hurried to the bathroom mirror and opened my mouth wide to peer at my tonsils.
A little backstory on my tonsils is that when I was a child
I had a history of strep throat, tonsillitis etc. and my mother
admits now that I should have had them (tonsils) removed.
Years of those episodes have left my tonsils enlarged and with holes or craters in them.
I did look into having them removed as an adult even though I really don't have
many problems anymore.
But,  apparently the surgery that's not that  bad for children is terrible on an adult.
That's all I needed to hear.
When I peered into the mirror at my tonsils I was shocked to see a big, white ulcer on my tonsil!!
I swallowed and yes it felt weird.
I did wait a few days (because I'm tough, broke, dumb) before
I made an appointment with my doctor.
I arrive at the doctor's office and as I nervously sat on the crinkly white paper
that covers the bed/chair/gurney? I am going over the story
that I will tell the doctor about my tonsil history.
And I'm wondering how painful it will be to treat the ulcer?
The doctor walks in and we exchange hellos and he asks what's the trouble
and I go into my explanation. (highly technical and precise)
I feel like he is impressed with how I seem to know what the problem is.
He says "let me take a look here...."
He looks, then takes his light and he looks some more....
he says "hmmmm" and then he
takes a probe? and he touched my tonsils with it
(while, I am ashamed to say, I am gagging like a two year old that's just been
given broccoli for the first time.)
Tears are streaming down my face from gagging so much
(when's the last time someone has touched your tonsils?)
and then he scraped my tonsils!!
I have (unintentionally) balled my fist up and am about to swing
when he finally sat back in his chair with a funny look on his face.
I ask "what is it it an ulcer?"
Then he looked at me, I could tell he was trying to control his facial expression,
"Oh my, (I thought) is it worse, like throat cancer, is he trying to figure out how to break it to me?"
He said " to be............
a piece of bread."!!!!
I die!!!!!!
I am so embarrassed!!!
Apparently my love of bread combined with holes in my tonsils has put me in this embarrassing situation.
What do you even say to that???
The doctor is trying to sound professional but I could tell he was laughing to himself...
I know he wanted to say "yes, there was bread "sandwiched" in the hole in your tonsils.  You
can "roll" off the gurney now.  I hope you have a "rye" sense of humor."
He didn't.....but in my head....he did.
So I gather my belongings and I get out of there as fast as I can.
And then I get home and it took me quite some time and maybe some wine to finally admit
to Shannon that I didn't have an ulcer......
it was bread stuck in my tonsil.
To this day......he thinks this is hilarious.....
and loves to say things like
"Do you want a sandwich....or is it against doctor's orders?"
So there you have it....
one of my moments....
have you ever had bread stuck on your tonsils????
I didn't think so........
The  End
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