To keep up...

Well on my 1001 things in 101 days...no wait, it's 101 things in 1001 days or something...well whatever!

Anyway -one of the things was to purchase (#65 on the list) was a new set of everyday dishes. And i found them. They are a bit bigger than i would normally have chosen, but the colours are exactly what i want to redo my kitchen. So ...here they are!

Sometimes you just want a hug

my bad Sunday has morphed into a bad week thus far.

Still feel horrible in the stomach area
and making stupid mistakes all over the place.

Not sure if i just want to put my head down and cry
or throw up.

Insult to Injury

On Sunday, i had a very bad day.

First of all, i woke with an upset stomach but i went to church anyway. Then, in the middle of the service, i had to make a run for the bathroom but alas, nothing but gagging happened. So i sat in the foyer because i really just didn't feel well. Had i been able to get the attention of my sisters (who were sitting close to the back) we would've left, however, that was not to be. Oh no..much more was in store for me.

Then i had one of the 'wanna get away?' moments....yeah. In church. Oh the joy.

So i went to my folks' house to watch the big game (Eagles vs. Arizona) and was all bundled up and lying on the couch.

And the Eagles lost.

And i'm not sure what was worse: throwing up in the ladies bathroom at church or the Eagles loss.

All the way around, it was a crummy day.

blech

Reaching our potential

SO today's high for my part of Pennsylvania was supposed to be 14F. We reached that at 1.29pm. i think that deserves some sort of celebration - preferably with chocolate...and vodka...or both! WHOOT!

In other news: i have a small space heater in my kitchen. It is on the floor. It has an internal thermometer. This morning, it said 45F. Wow.

And still in other news:

Sunday is a very important day...the Eagles play Arizona and if they win (yes, i said 'if' --i am a realistic fan) then it's SUPERBOWLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL.

i'm so excited i can barely sleep - except those darn soft and warm flannel sheets just put me to sleep like a log.

GO EAGLES!!!!!

An Old Maid

So the flannel sheets were purchased, washed, dried and put on the bed last night. They ARE warm - especially since they were still kinda warm from the dryer.

However, the only ones the store had were these pink-ish flowered ones.

i might as well put my hair up in a hair net
to go with the Ben Gay perfume
Prune Juice lunches

and pink flowered flannel sheets.

::sigh::

i am so strange

So...i live in a row home built in my city around 1910. The walls on the outside are brick and the inside is plaster over that brick..kinda thick walls but not insulated. So the outside walls get quite cold in the winter.

To help conserve energy, i don't heat my bedroom. When i go in there to go to bed, you can see your breath. i prefer the cold and pile on tons of quilts and comforters. Diving into bed each night is a bit of a dare, but by morning it's hard to leave my snuggly nest of covers. i sleep so well and deeply, breathing in cool and clear air.

i blame my mother for this behaviour....in a good way.

However, as i'm getting older, i'm finding that diving into cotton sheets is almost more than i can handle. It's like getting flash frozen. So i might invest in flannel sheets - which is a huge thing for me(if you only knew how much i hate flannel sheets).

So, not only am i strange -= i'm now old and dressing in flannel. What's next? BenGay perfume and prune juice for lunch?

:sigh:

Oh and ....

i had a dream last night that was very odd and funny at the same time. One part of it was that i was leaving a country club and going toward my car when a man, shorter than i, kinda bumped into me. He then apologized and started to move away. i glanced back at him, he was getting into his truck, and he yelled from across the parking lot "If i were 5Ft taller, this would be the part where i'd ask you where we were going for dinner."

Something in me (in this dream) said take a chance and i yelled back "Actually, you can take me to the opera tomorrow night."

And as he started walking toward me, with a huge grin on his face........I WOKE UP!

Now sheesh - who knows where that might have gone! And he was cute - although i didn't recognize his face from anyone i know.


And yes, my dreams are always that vivid and usually that crazy.( don't even get me started on the amish girls who carried garlands of flowers which hid machine guns....yes, same dream).