Friday, September 30, 2011

Shake Your Tail Feather

Now my shopping skillz (notice how I spelled that with a "z", just to up my street cred, dawg) are well documented.  I can smell a bargain from a mile away.  Here is my latest find.
It's a little difficult to see, due to my mad photography skillz (again with the "z"), but that is a Fossil purse.  It retail for $200.  I bought it today got $65!

High five!

Fist pump!

On other shopping news, I also purchased this snazzy little thing today.
Yes, that is a snakeskin, pencil skirt.  Every memaw needs this little number.  I will post pictures of me sporting this.

And I will shake my tail feather when I wear this!

Well, alllll rriigghhtt, memaw!

Thursday, September 29, 2011

Handful of Beans

I have been thinking a lot lately about giving. Not the "I'll give you my old, worn-out clothes" giving, but the "I'll give me last shirt"" kind of giving.

Let me explain.

The first fall I was employed at San Miguel Elementary, we had the fall food drive that every school in the country holds.  Every day students would add their can of pumpkin, soup, green beans, etc. the growing collection piling up by the office.

But one thing was different.

Every day when the principal would look at the new offerings he would see a plastic sandwich bag with a handful of dried pinto beans.  Every day.  Bag of beans. It never changed.  It was a mystery.

But my principal was a born investigator.  He laid in wait to see who was bring this plastic sandwich bag of pinto beans to the food drive. 

And he couldn't believe what he saw.

The child bringing the plastic sandwich bag every day belonged to one of the families for which we were collecting the food.

"If just a cup of water I place within your hand, then just a cup of water is all that I demand."  Follow Me by Ira F. Stamphill

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

It's All Good

I'm tired.

But it is that kind of tired you hear about.  The good kind of tired.

You see, I spent the morning with some of the most delightful people.  The personalities were diverse.  The conversation stimulating. We discussed varied topics.  Art, literature, math, and the sciences.  The two hours just flew by.

You see I spent the morning at the first day of The Tuesday/Thursday Preschool at the Las Cruces Church of  Christ and I am tired.

And very, very happy.






Monday, September 26, 2011

Elastic Is My Friend

If you read my last post, you know I am SUFFERING, verily I say SUFFERING, from a foot injury.  This is my fourth such injury in the last three months.  Danny has decreed that I can no longer work out without supervision.

I don't think so.

(I have already been back on the treadmill.  True, it was at a slow pace but the treadmill nonetheless. Don't tell Danny.)

In fact, the last time he tried to officially "supervise" me was when we both worked at Burger Chef.  We both were just burger jockeys and then he got promoted to night manager.  I knew this arrangement would never work so I quit. 
Good-bye Burger Chef!  Nice to have worked for you!
But I digress.  Back to my original thought. Which, if you have lost track,  is how my excessive workout injuries are making me feel old.

On the "I Think I May Be Getting Older Front" (you know, due to the aforementioned excessive injuries), I did purchase my very first pair of elastic waist jeans. I know that this is what came leaping to your mind.
Oh, ye of little faith.  I may be a memaw but I have much more style than that.  Here I am rocking my pull-on jeans from Chico's.
I think I am trying to "smize" ala Tyra Banks.  It is the only explanation for my eyes.
Not bad for an old memaw.


Here's another shot.
I am attempting to look nonchalant.  Maybe not so successfully.
Nice flair. Nice fit.  Just plum nice jeans that are comfortable. None of that low rise, my belly is hanging out, what I am I going to do?  Love, love, love them.

Can I get an Amen for comfortable jeans that are also stylish?

And Danny...dear sweet Danny. I don't think he will ever supervise me.

Friday, September 23, 2011

Achilles, I Wish I'd Never Knew Ya'

I have documented my attempts at fitness here on my little blog. I have had a twisted knee, chest injury, and my broken right pinkie toe. But no matter the obstacles, I have persisted in my fitness goals.  Since my broken right pinkie toe was still sore,  I have relied on my treadmill so that the shock to my foot would be lessened.  What could go wrong?

In an effort to increase my heart rate, I started doing hills on the treadmill.  You know, you ratchet up the incline so that you are running uphill.  And it was working.  I was getting a good workout.

And then this  guy raised his ugly little head.

Maybe he isn't so ugly after all!

Don't recognize him?  Why that is Achilles, the famous warrior.  Well, it wasn't actually him that started causing trouble (but with those arms I bet he could) it was really this version of Achilles that was causing me pain.

Yes, I have stressed, irritated, and just plain messed up my Achilles tendon. So now I am sitting on the couch with the laptop and my Diet Coke.

Do you think God is trying to tell me to slow down? Maybe I need to start using one of these.

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

In Which I Channel Homer Simpson

Yesterday I waxed poetic (in my humble opionion) about my troubles with my wireless internet and my provider, Comcast.  I may have even recalled metaphors about Mohammad and moutains.  I have MAY (and I say MAY) have been a little haughty in my assessment.

So the story picks up about noon yesterday when. on Danny's advice, I called  Quest who is our provider for our land phone and the internet line to Danny's desktop computer, to see what their price for wireless was, for comparison purposes you understand.

I called the very nice lady at Quest and asked her what the charge would be to add wireless internet to our current Quest plan.  And guess what?

WE ALREADY HAD WIRELESS THROUGH QUEST AND WERE PAYING FOR IT.
Yes, it was a Homer moment.

All I had to do was to configure our box  (which a very helpful Quest technician walked me through) and I could access the wireless for which we had been already paying for years.

I shall be calling Comcast and canceling the service for which we have been double paying for two years.

D'OH!!!

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

I May Have To Resort to Pen and Paper

Right now  I am sitting in an uncomfortable chair typing this on Danny's desktop computer rather than  relaxing on the couch, watching Law & Order while writing on my laptop.  Why, you say?  Why would a reasonably intelligent woman choose the more uncomfortable manner to write her blog when she could be wallowing in comfort?

Because Comcast can't fix my wireless internet connection.

My wireless connection has been spotty for some time and I had a technician come in August to look at the problem.  He told us (Danny was here.  I have a witness.) that our house was too far from the hub.  Since moving my house closer to the hub was  not an option, Comcast was to come out and work on the hub. 

(Sort of like the whole moving mountains to Mohammad scenario.)

As of yesterday, my wireless works for about five minutes then kicks out, making my all-important internet surfing virtually impossible.  How will I know the latest meme without my wireless?  Those cute kitten videos are not going to watch themselves! Important things are at stake people!

In an effort to correct this, I spent almost  30 minutes of the telephone with several extremely polite Comcast operators who could not tell me if the hub had been repaired. 

Today the mountain sort of goes to Mohammad.  I am physically going to the Comcast store and see if I can get my wireless repaired. 

I mean, my couch is getting lonely.
Cute picture from the internet. See what I am missing!

Monday, September 19, 2011

I Guess I Getting Older

Today's post will be in the form of a list because I'm having trouble putting a coherent thought together and a list will sort of keep me on track.  That's the theory.  We'll see if it works.

1. Today I braved Wal-Mart on a shopping expedition.  I know...I know, but I needed several random items and Wally World is the only place in town that offers one stop shopping for random shoppers like me.  One of the things that I was in the market for was this rather humble household item.
Paper napkins.  And guess what?  Wal-Mart apparently does not carry paper napkins.  Are people no longer wiping their mouths when they eat?  Or do Wal-Mart shoppers only use cloth napkins?  I have visions of people all up and the Mesilla Valley with dirty mouths and sticky hands.

2.  Before my soiree to Wal-Mart, I stopped by Taco Bell for a gourmet lunch.  Taco Bell and Wal-Mart.  That's what my life has become since I retired.  But anyway, at my local Taco Bell I placed my order and the cashier told me my total which was about a dollar short of what I thought I should be.  I look at her with what was probably a quizzical look and she replied that she had given me the "senior drink" which was free.

She gave me FREE SENIOR DRINK.

WITHOUT ASKING ME IF I WAS SENIOR AGED.


So let's recap.  I am complaining about the lack of my favorite product at a local shopping establishment and was given the senior prices at a eatery.

Just call me Memaw.

Thursday, September 15, 2011

It's a Dog's Life

I have had many pets in my life.  Cats, dogs, fish, hermit crabs, mice, hamsters, and even, for a short time, a skunk. I have enjoyed most of my pets and took care of them as I should.

But one thing I noticed in San Diego is that this is one dog loving town.

Everybody seemed to have a dog and loved said dog.  We saw people walking dogs EVERYWHERE.  In Old Town, outside restaurants, and on the beach.  Theses folks seriously love their pets.



But I think this might be going a little too far.

It doesn't show in this picture because Danny and I had to be very subversive to get this photo but this is attached to a CAR WASH.  Yes, to bring you this photo we drove up to car/dog wash after closing to snap it.  The entire time we were playing spy photographer we were being given the evil eye by what I believe was a night watchman.  And considering my crime spree at the nail salon a couple of days ago, I'm starting to see a trend forming.

so my vision for the this coin operated car/dog wash is that they have little dog cages that they put the dogs in.  The owners of the dogs insert their quarters into the machine and away go the dogs down the conveyor belt.  Inside coin operated car/dog wash he is scrubbed, sprayed, and washed.  Then, he would receive a hot wax.  And at the end he might look like this lucky dog...
It could happen.



Wednesday, September 14, 2011

By the Sea, By the Sea, By the Beautiful Sea

Last week, Danny and I spent some time in San Diego. And here is Danny looking wistfully down the beach.

 What could he be looking for, far away down the beach.  Could a bathing beauty be coming towards him?

Perhaps a bathing beauty such as these...


Or maybe these...

Wait, she's coming in focus...
Closer...

Even closer...

                                  
There she is!

Who is that bathing beauty?


















Tuesday, September 13, 2011

A Kiss Is Just A Kiss...

After V-J Day celebrations erupted all over New York City and lead to this iconic image of a sailor planting a smack on a nurse...
You may or may not know that there is a giant statue in San Diego right beside the USS Midway called "Unconditional Surrender".

We found it.

Monday, September 12, 2011

Bad Boys, Bad Boys...

Apparently I have started a life of crime.

Yep, that's right, this memaw has became a desperado.

My walk on the wrong side began last Saturday at the mall.  I know, I know, that seems a strange place among the musak and shoppers to embark on my crime spree but that was the way it was.

I entered my favorite mall nail place for a pedicure because my feet were beginning to resemble Secretariat's hoofs.  I placed my hobbit feet in the tub of hot water and relaxed. My feet were scrubbed and massaged and polished to within an inch of their little lives.  I began to relax. My technician led me to the drying rack were I stuck my tootsies under the light.    And after my toes were dry I picked up my purse and left.

Did you notice a step missing?

I forgot to pay.

I sauntered out of the mall entrance, got in my little, yellow car, and drove to Target. As I am entering Target, it hits me.

I forgot to pay.

So I got back into my little, yellow car and drove back to the mall.  I slunk back into the mall.  As I walked in the door of the nail salon, the owner looked up at me and said, "Did you forget something?"

So I paid.

I guess I'm lucky that I didn't walk out of Target without paying.  If I had they might have sent this bad boy after me.

Thursday, September 8, 2011

Sure I Felt Safe

So yesterday we flew home from our little vacation in San Diego and we while the trip was fun the flight home gave me pause...

Our first flight was our connection from San Diego to LA.  I understand that hundreds of people make the 20 minute hop between the two cities everyday so the airlines do not want to use their big jets for that hop.  I really do understand that.  But we walked out to make out connection and saw a PROP PLANE.  Yes, folks, a plane with two propellers to move it along.  Nary a jet in sight.  But I swallowed my fears and climbed aboard my small, shaky, chariot of the skies.


Twenty minutes later we landed in LA and found our gate for our flight to El Paso.  I felt confident that a 2 hour flight would have a large jet.  On our way to San Diego we had been on a regular jet with television programs to watch.  So why would this flight be different, right?

Wrong. 

While this plane was larger than the first, it was by no means big.  I had some fears that were confirmed when I heard an alarm going off...and going off...and going off.  Then the flight attendant got on the intercom  and asked for four volunteers to move from the front of the plane to the back to EVEN OUT THE WEIGHT ON THE PLANE.  That's right, people were asked to move because the weight of the plane was uneven. By the time we got to El Paso, this is how I felt.

This is not me.  This is a stock photo.  But the emotion is the same.

Monday, September 5, 2011

Life is a Beach

So Danny and I decided to take a little vacation this Labor Day.

To San Diego.

And it had been great. 

We have walked the beach.  We have seen the USS Midway.  We have seen one professional baseball and another one tomorrow.

We have done a little shopping and explored new restaurants.

And Danny compared his profile to that famous USO performer.
 
Thanks for the memories!