Monday, August 31, 2009
Sunday, August 30, 2009
1James, a bondservant of God and of the Lord Jesus Christ,
To the twelve tribes which are scattered abroad:
2My brethren, count it all joy when you fall into various trials, 3knowing that the testing of your faith produces patience. 4But let patience have its perfect work, that you may be perfect and complete, lacking nothing. 5If any of you lacks wisdom, let him ask of God, who gives to all liberally and without reproach, and it will be given to him. 6But let him ask in faith, with no doubting, for he who doubts is like a wave of the sea driven and tossed by the wind. 7For let not that man suppose that he will receive anything from the Lord; 8he is a double-minded man, unstable in all his ways.
9Let the lowly brother glory in his exaltation, 10but the rich in his humiliation, because as a flower of the field he will pass away. 11For no sooner has the sun risen with a burning heat than it withers the grass; its flower falls, and its beautiful appearance perishes. So the rich man also will fade away in his pursuits.
12Blessed is the man who endures temptation; for when he has been approved, he will receive the crown of life which the Lord has promised to those who love Him.
Saturday, August 29, 2009
One morning this week as I left for my early morning run at 5:15 AM, I happened upon the "DEVIL" in my front yard. He is a short little creature with a look of a pre-historic monster! A long cylinder shaped body covered with armor and short legs ending with razor sharp claws, he looks like a drunk robot toddling around.
As I walked out the front door, I immediately noticed the DEVIL had once again been digging in my flower beds. He makes round holes-pushing aside the pinestraw and then throwing dirt as he literally digs up entire plants in his quest for his dinner. The plants probably will not survive as he cuts their long roots which work to sustain them. I AM NOT HAPPY! NO NOT HAPPY IN THE LEAST!
I then glance over into the front lawn and there the "Devil" is leisurely throwing grass divots-completely unconcerned with the light I have turned on or me. Like a mad woman-I TAKE OFF! He may not can see well-but he manages to duck under the thick shrubbery while I am in hot pursuit -throwing my arms and screaming at him.
It is a stalemate. It is too dark to find him in the deep shrubbery and I am short on time for my rendezvous with the Running Buds. I back out-muttering under my breath. And then like the STUPID creature that he is, he runs out and across the drive directly in front of me. I GUN IT! The MIGHTY stallion beneath my foot my weapon of revenge. UNFORTUNATELY HE GOT AWAY!
I am sure BC wondered "WHAT IN THE WORLD IS SHE UP TO NOW?" In actuality he could sleep through a tornado and never heard a peep. NOW THAT IS REALLY COMFORTING-my knight in shining armor doesn't hear me yelling in the front yard nor gunning my Explorer down the drive.
I am planning a party for Mr. Dillo next week. I have invited Mr. Smith and Mr. Wesson.
Friday, August 28, 2009
My computer crashed and I am back up and running-but with some problems still! ANYWAY-today's intriguing visual post-will just have to wait!
For all of you "Fellow OCDers" out there-I have a question. Are you able to leave town without cleaning your house and having your yard in tip top shape? You never know-you might die before you get back and THEN WHAT WILL PEOPLE THINK if you left dishes in the sink, dirty clothes, unmade beds, and a dusty and not clean house! They will get the hint of what is to come when they pull down the drive and the grass is not mowed nor or all the flower beds weeded. SO in the grand scheme of ALL OCDers-----I never leave town-even if I have to do without sleep without EVERYTHING SHIP SHAPE and READY FOR INSPECTION!
It's an illness-------REALLY!
Thursday, August 27, 2009
For my birthday this year, my husband purchased a week of personal training at the local health club.Although I am still in great shape since being a high school football cheerleader 43 years ago, I decided it would be a good idea to go ahead and give it a try.I called the club and made my reservations with a personal trainer named Christo, who identified himself as a 26-year-old aerobics instructor and model for athletic clothing and swim wear.Friends seemed pleased with my enthusiasm to get started! The club encouraged me to keep a diary to chart my progress.
MONDAY:Started my day at 6:00 a.m. Tough to get out of bed, but found it was well worth it when I arrived at the health club to find Christo waiting for me.He is something of a Greek god-- with blond hair, dancing eyes, and a dazzling white smile. Woo Hoo!!Christo gave me a tour and showed me the machines.. I enjoyed watching the skillful way in which he conducted his aerobics class after my workout today. Very inspiring!Christo was encouraging as I did my sit-ups, although my gut was already aching from holding it in the whole time he was around. This is going to be a FANTASTIC week!!
TUESDAY:I drank a whole pot of coffee, but I finally made it out the door. Christo made me lie on my back and push a heavy iron bar into the air then he put weights on it! My legs were a little wobbly on the treadmill, but I made the full mile. His rewarding smile made it all worthwhile.. I feel GREAT!It's a whole new life for me.
WEDNESDAY:The only way I can brush my teeth is by laying the toothbrush on the counter and moving my mouth back and forth over it. I believe I have a hernia in both pectorals. Driving was OK as long as I didn't try to steer or stop. I parked on top of a GEO in the club parking lot.Christo was impatient with me, insisting that my screams bothered other club members. His voice is a little too perky for that early in the morning and when he scolds, he gets this nasally whine that is VERY annoying.My chest hurt when I got on the treadmill, so Christo put me on the stairmonster. Why would anyone invent a machine to simulate an activity rendered obsolete by elevators? Christo told me it would help me get in shape and enjoy life. He said some other stuff too.
THURSDAY:Christo was waiting for me with his vampire-like teeth exposed as his thin,cruel lips were pulled back in a full snarl. I couldn't help being a half an hour late-- it took me that long to tie my shoes.He took me to work out with dumbbells. When he was not looking, I ran and hid in the restroom.. He sent some skinny girl to find me.Then, as punishment, he put me on the rowing machine-- which I sank.
FRIDAY:I hate that Christo more than any human being has ever hated any other human being in the history of the world. Stupid, skinny, anemic,anorexic, little aerobic instructor. If there was a part of my body I could move without unbearable pain, I would beat him with it.Christo wanted me to work on my triceps. I don't have any triceps! And if you don't want dents in the floor, don't hand me the barbells or anything that weighs more than a sandwich.The treadmill flung me off and I landed on a health and nutrition teacher.Why couldn't it have been someone softer, like the drama coach or the choir director?
SATURDAY:Satan left a message on my answering machine in his grating, shrilly voice wondering why I did not show up today. Just hearing his voice made me want to smash the machine with my planner; however, I lacked the strength to even use the TV remote and ended up catching eleven straight hours of the Weather Channel..
SUNDAY:I'm having the Church van pick me up for services today so I can go and thank GOD that this week is over. I will also pray that next year my husband will choose a gift for me that is fun-- like a root canal or a hysterectomy. I still say if God had wanted me to bend over, he would have sprinkled the floor with diamonds!!!
To begin with, if my husband bought me a week's personal training without me requesting it-He would have to pick himself up out of the deep well of silence that would ensue for about a week.
If you have never begun a new or better or additional workout program, this probably is not too funny. As for me, I have been in such bad shape after such an inauguration, that I had to use my hands to lift my legs off the bed and then S L O W L Y place my feet on the floor. With that accomplished, while holding unto the bed, I S L O W L Y put my weight on my legs-while screaming in pain. Then there is the process of walking while every muscle, ligament, tendon, and bone in your body screams NO NO NO Each and every move all day long is shear torture. You spend the day groaning, moaning, and dragging KNOWING tomorrow is another workout! Unless you have been there and LOVED hating the instructor and there peppy attitude and sparkling white smile-WELL YOU PROBABLY JUST DON'T GET IT!
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Monday, August 24, 2009
IF MY BODY WERE A CAR... If my body were a car, this is the time I would be thinking about trading it in for a newer model. I've got bumps and dents and scratches in my finish, and my paint job is getting a little dull. But that's not the worst of it. My headlights are out of focus, and it's especially hard to see things up close. My traction is not as graceful as it once was. I slip and slide and skid and bump into things even in the best of weather. My whitewalls are stained with varicose veins. It takes me hours to reach my maximum speed. My fuel rate burns inefficiently.
But here's the worst of it --
Almost every time I sneeze, cough or laugh, either my radiator leaks or my exhaust backfires.
Over the years of running, I have had many a close call while sharing the highway. Today I finished my run alone and came the closest I have EVER come to kissing the fender of an auto. The good thing about running in a group is that we are more visible. I was finishing -just as twilight was appearing. Part of our group are gone, one dropped out sick today and the other two stopped at their cars-a quarter of a mile before my car. As I came to the off ramp for the interstate, I noticed the ramp had the red light, so I had the right of way. The street that they are intersecting is one way-South and I am running North-against the traffic. The black Lexus driven by a blond lady came speeding up the ramp and she looked left-but never even glanced my way. She finally stopped when I let out a yell as I darted over a lane to get out of her way. CLOSE -----VERY CLOSE! SO CLOSE-that I think she might need to get her roots done!
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Today I began the slow task of picking my mileage up on my weekly long run. It was SUCH a wonderful morning with a temp of only 65 and lower humidity. A good day to begin! We ran 7 miles today with a beginning in the early morning blackness with a canopy of stars over our heads. When the moon is at it's end phase, and the sky is at its blackest the stars are most visible and appear to be diamonds glittering on a black velvet sea!
I have begun the process of "thinking" about another marathon. I would really love to run one more since I am now 60. I wonder what % of the female population over 60 ever run a marathon? If I could accomplish this-I feel I would be in a small segment of the population that cross that finish line. Marathons are a HUGE mental game. The first step is to convince yourself that you can indeed cross that line.
The initial step in the preparation is getting the ten mile base necessary to even BEGIN to train. I started down that road this morning. The most difficult thing about the training will be the fact that I will pretty much train alone. I did train mostly alone for the Houston marathon, but Babs always ran the first part of the runs with me while training for the half. I am by far the slowest in the group now and so even if the group trains, I will be on the road alone. That in itself makes the training even more daunting.
For today, I am just working on getting the 10 miles necessary to begin the journey. 7 miles down and 3 more to go!
SIDE NOTE--------I wrote earlier this week about my armadillo problem in my garden. Mr. dillo has paid repeated visits and done LOTS of damage to my new garden. I AM NOT HAPPY WITH MR. DILLO. Last night I had "Dillo Patrol". I slept on the couch where I could see the garden and looked out every 15 minutes all night long -trying to spot him.
I'm not sure what I would have done if I had spotted him since it would not be a good idea to shoot a gun right in front of the house with sprinklers and rocks and concrete-etc etc etc. I've got a new long handled shovel-Thanks to BC-so maybe I could just bang on his armor covered body and chase him off. Let your mind wonder and just image the sight of me out there with my night shirt chasing Mr. Dillo down the drive with a long handled shovel-I AM CERTAIN -YELLING every step of the way. NOW THAT WOULD BE A PICTURE!
Friday, August 21, 2009
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Monday, August 17, 2009
Perhaps it is the fact that you have endured life together. I had to smile when I thought about my brothers. Our strong tie is probably due to the fact that we survived our up-bringing together. When we are together and reminisce-some things are really only funny to us. I have noticed that about my own children. For some strange reason, they all seem to remember events in a totally different way than I do. I remember the first time they all ganged up and made some "Cute" comment about me-all agreeing about some quirk in my personality. I WAS SHOCKED! Then I started remembering my brothers and I laughing about MANY of Momma's quirks (that is putting it kindly).
The tie-it comes from "Living Life Together". The Good, The Bad & The Ugly of day to day family dynamics and trying to survive each other. I love to tell that if I EVER have cancer in my arm it will be caused from my older brother hitting me EVERY time he walked by me (always out of Momma's sight). He laughs and says that we would all be sitting watching television and for NO reason, I would yell and tell Momma he was hitting me. OHHHHHHHH-was he in trouble. I honestly don't remember doing that--but if I did-HE DESERVED IT! I was probably remembering all the punches while Momma was out of sight! I always felt like my younger brother's protector while living at home. He was special and sweet and we kept each other's secrets from Momma. He will be the "Baby" until I leave this Earth.
The fact is that I love my brothers dearly and would do anything for them. I know they love me and would defend me and stand by me-No Matter What the circumstances. It is a tie that I have with no one else-except my children (Blood Again). What a wonderful gift and blessing!
Sunday, August 16, 2009
And the Angels Stand Watch
Saturday, August 15, 2009
Friday, August 14, 2009
While flipping through channels, I came across "Scent of a Woman". I stopped for one of my VERY favorite scenes in any movie is the "Tango Scene". SO ROMANTIC- SO SENSUOUS-LITERALLY BEAUTIFUL. I find myself holding my breath the entire scenc with a little smile on my lips and a flutter in my heart. It lives me desiring resurrecting my old ballroom dancing skills and sharing a dance. I am quite sure it would leave me breathless!
Thursday, August 13, 2009
GARLIC/TOMATO/FETA SHRIMP PASTA
Cook 1 # of peeled shrimp with 5 cloves chopped garlic and 1/2 c. white wine in 2 T. EVOO until shrimp is pink. (About 3 minutes)
Remove shrimp with slotted spoon-leaving drippings.
Cook pasta-I used red pepper linguine (beauty is this only takes 3 min to cook)-but you are free to use whatever pasta you prefer and plain pasta/wheat pasta/or vegetable pasta.
While water is coming to a boil for pasta, place 1 chopped whole tomato (or 3 Roma's), 1 can rotels or any other preferred chopped tomato (Italian/Hot/Mild/Whatever) 1 t. oregano and 1/2 t basil (if I make this again I will not measure these, but play with adding until I get my taste) and another T. of EVOO. NOTE-if you put the herbs in-say the last 2 minutes-you REALLY get the flavor and I personally think chopped fresh herbs would be best. Saute for about 10 minutes.
Toss together the shrimp/sauce/pasta/ and 6 oz of feta cheese and serve immediately .
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
The MOST frequent random search (Not looking for my blog) on Goggle that brings people to my blog is:
OLD LADY STRIPPING
Now we KNOW that the WWW is full of perverts! The searcher puts in Old Lady Stripping in the search engine-HEAVEN ONLY KNOWS-what he thinks he is going to find and it brings him/her to my blog.
Why you might ask? Back during the winter months, I wrote about a Saturday long run when I started with multiple layers of clothing and took the outer layers off as I warmed up. The title of my blog was catchy-----Saturday Strip Tease-----the ONLY PROBLEM is that I seem to have CAUGHT a BUNCH of perverts! You do understand the connection--Old Lady Athlete--------Saturday Strip Tease---natural path to Old Lady Stripping
SHAME SHAME SHAME- I know who you are and where you live! One more search like that and I am going to call your Momma!
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Her daughter found the "P90X" workout on E Bay for a FRACTION of the original cost. We ALL know how this happens! It looks great on the late night promos and we KNOW that we can achieve the same results SO we fork over the ENTIRE 3 or 4 "Manageable" payments on the ROAD TO FITNESS AND A GREAT BODY! We get the device-DVD-whatever in the next week. We try it once-MAYBE even twice! It then goes on the shelve and we still owe 3 THREE more payments. It sits on the shelf for a year or maybe two and we finally sell it on E Bay. Personally the Conville's have an entire room upstairs dedicated to these machines, devices, and DVD's. All I have to say is that you ALL know I go to bed early-SO without incriminating anyone- let's just say I DON'T WATCH LATE NIGHT TV. I DIGRESS!
On our quest for the HARD BODY, Sonja decides we will do the P90X video 3 times a week. OF COURSE, we will still continue to run, walk, and bike or whatever other FUN workouts we have scheduled-or better yet-WE WILL CONTINUE WITH OUR REGULARLY SCHEDULED WORKOUTS!
We are in our second week of Mr. Tony's workouts. A NEW FORM OF TORTURE! I can't do the entire video yet-MUCH TOO HARD! I HAVE THOUGH LEARNED TO LOVE HATING Mr. Tony and his crew of SHOW OFFS! REALLY-could you tell me why they never have some slug like me with squishy flesh and an untoned body on them? OH NO-they put these Freaks of Nature with the perfect bodies on there. It keeps me pumping and sweating just out of PURE LOATHE for almost all of them. TWO things irritate me the most:
Mr. Tony's VOICE and ENCOURAGEMENT ? and BANTER. AS SOON AS WE LEARN ALL THE MOVES we have all agreed the MUTE button goes on.
The Blond that just loves showing off and then helps the MEN up after a set. SUCH A SHOW OFF! She does this one move where you start standing with your arms over your head-you drop down to the floor (in a smooth rhythmic move) and go flat, you then bring both legs off the mat and straight up into a thrusting kick and then you SMOOTHLY roll all the way up to a standing position-NO HANDS and Start the move over. NOT EVEN WITH A CRANE COULD I DO THIS! I don't like to judge others instantly-BUT I KNEW FROM THE BEGINNING- I DON'T LIKE HER!
Anyhow-you are guaranteed a well toned body in 90 days! Sonja told me her daughter looks great and is hard as a rock. OK-NOW LET'S THINK ABOUT THIS-her daughter was already in GREAT shape and she is young enough to be my daughter and she has always been an athlete. I AM SURE I will look JUST LIKE HER after 90 days.!
At any rate, I would advise Mr. Tony to lie low-if I see him walking down the street, I may muster all the strength I have to SEND HIM INTO ORBIT! THE BIG SHOW OFF!
Monday, August 10, 2009
The wildflowers in Washington were truly beautiful. We also grow wildflowers here in Louisiana The only thing is that in the long hot days of August-it has literally gotten TOO hot for many of the plants and the long dry days take their toll also. We do have another growing season here in Louisiana that we seem to have perfect conditions for currently. I live in the deep woods with the forest floor thick with the thatch which has accumulated over the years. The past couple of weeks have produced summer thundershowers which result in a sauna like atmosphere. Perfect conditions for the beautiful mushrooms to pop through the deep carpet. Who knew that fungi could be quite so beautiful!
Sunday, August 9, 2009
I finished reading Ortberg's Book, "The Life You've Always Wanted" this past week. A great book well worth your read. I first heard about this book from Brother Len during one of his sermons. Since I had already read a couple of Ortberg's books, I decided to order this one. BC and I then began reading this book together while traveling the roads to Austin. I have never been able to read in the car since it produces a little motion sickness, BUT made the wonderful discovery that when reading aloud I do not get queasy. I believe the secret is in the fact that I hold the book in front of me and am able to look out at the horizon. ANYWAY!
The last chapter of the book talks about the experience of suffering. I have suffered-we ALL have suffered, BUT I cannot imagine suffering without my faith. My faith enables me to endure my suffering. Ortberg addresses the growth that often accompanies periods of suffering, BUT the fact remains that we must still suffer. IT IS PAINFUL!
The Truth that has sustained me is that God loves me beyond my wildest imagination. He and He alone is faithful and never changing. We all experience days that would be unbearable-except for His sustaining presence. I am blessed and thankful-God is Here!
Saturday, August 8, 2009
BC and the women that he works with are family. That is as it should be since they spend MANY more hours together than they spend with their families. That is the nature of the beast that we call work. Long 10-12 hour days are made more bearable by having a great group to work with. BC is a lucky fellow-having SO many women concerned with making his life better!
Yesterday was Julie's special day and as is tradition they have lunch together at the office and make a fuss over the "Birthday Person". So since BC sent these pictures to me, I thought it appropriate to also wish her "HAPPY BIRTHDAY"
As discussed in a previous post, men have an on-going Love Affair with their automobiles. BC is religious about washing and keeping his wheels clean. He just groans when he sees me put plants, pine straw, bikes, etc etc in the back of my SUV. My philosophy is that cars are tools to help me enjoy life and make living life easier-THUS I USE MINE! I like for my car to start every time I go out and crank it and I basically keep it clean-BUT I am not obsessed with it and every other vehicle that might tickle my fancy. ANOTHER BIG DIFFERENCE IN MEN AND WOMEN! You know Men are from Mars or some such silliness!
I DIGRESS-we all LOVE Larry's new little car----but I am thinking it needs a name. Got any ideas?
Friday, August 7, 2009
ONE of the questions that has been asked about our hiking trips is just WHAT do you do about bathroom needs when MILES away from civilization? Let's just say that Mount Baker OFTEN gets a view of the Moon!
Thursday, August 6, 2009
It seems that if you have the summer free, and qualify, the US Forestry Service will give you a place to live in the US Forest in exchange for "Volunteering". What a wonderful opportunity! Most of the volunteers we ran into were filled with a wealth of information about the local trails, since they were frequenting them while also "Working". Interestingly, we met one man and all the rest were women. What does that tell you?
The man we met was a volunteer along with his wife. He is mostly confined to the "Visitor's Center" now since he has been diagnosed with Parkinson's. They were BY FAR one of the most interesting couples we had ever met. There adventures included HER hiking the ENTIRE Appalachian Trail. He told us that he started out with her, but did not enjoy it. It seems he felt TOO Closed In. She told him she was enjoying it and he then became her supply wagon meeting her at designated points and bringing her supplies. He then became a courier for all the hikers along the trail-bringing them supplies and ferrying part time hikers back and forth. It sounded like a GREAT adventure!
Their adventure that was truly amazing was biking from coast to coast ONE YEAR after she learned to ride a bike. The journey took ten weeks and included a foray into Canada to get better views and roads. They biked through Glacier-where we hiked last year.
This was only the tip of the iceberg when it came to their lifetime of adventure. They now have a home base in a Denver Condo, but enjoy the great outdoors as much as possible. They have taught their children and grandchildren the same love of the Great Outdoors and NOW have a great-grandchild to begin working on.
The Forestry Service website has this to say:
If your schedule allows – for example, if you're retired or have summers free – you may even have the unique opportunity to live in a national forest while working as a Forest Service volunteer. If you are a college student, you may be able to obtain college credit for volunteer service through your school
My hat goes off to these "Mountain Angels" who went above and beyond the call of duty to help make our trip a huge success. Who knows - one of us may end up in one of the volunteer positions one day!
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Below is a SMALL sample of the daily banquet enjoyed by us all: