It Isn’t for Sissies

It’s time to get a wiggle on. Despite the heat and high humidity this week, I have been pounding the pavement every evening in an effort to purge the pudge. It’s not all from potato chips. It’s also from midlife mayhem and secretary spread… but it’s still time to ice ice-cream from the menu and pitch potato chips and pasta, and make way for more “rabbit food”, to quote my dear Nana. Keep in mind, she was a farm wife who frequently prepared the 3Ps – potatos, pot roast & pie. Lots of pie!

When I said pounding the pavement, I meant walking. The last time I went for a run my thights rubbing nearly caused a fire, and I am pretty sure I traumatized a 3 year on his trike, for the remainder of his life. I kept listening for the sirens…of fire trucks (not the ice-cream truck, my nemesis), to come and put me out!

In the words of Bette Davis, “growing old isn’t for sissies”!

All By Myself…

“All by myself, don’t want to be”…wait a minute. Yes! Yes, I do! For a few days at least.

Hubby and Little Guy went to visit Hubby’s parents out of town, which meant I got the house for two nights…to myself! The last (and only) time I had the house to myself for a few days was the Christmas we got hit with a huge ice storm. I was fortunate to never lose power, so I surfed the internet, played Portal, and gorged on Downton Abbey.

I now have a greater understanding of the appeal of being home “alone” rather than travelling to visit in-laws (not that either of us have anything to complain about – they are lovely people)…

1. You can eat what you want and when you want. I had beans and weiners smothered in cheese for supper one night. Pizza the next! And chips. And cereal…lots of cereal.

2. You can do what you want, when you want. I played minecraft and Halo…and watched a chick flick or two! I could yell at the t.v. and no one rolled their eyes or pointed out that “they can’t hear you”.

3. You can dress anyway you want – or not get dressed at all. You don’t have to brush your hair or teeth, or take a shower (although I’d recommend it). I enjoyed padding around the house in a t-shirt. For the record, I showered too.

4. You can go to bed when you want (although I still had to get up for work in the morning) or sleep as late as you want. No one woke me at 6 a.m. to tell me they were still awake at 9:30 p.m. the night before!

5. You can sing out loud. No one is concerned if you’re a little pitchy! If you get lonely, you can just talk to yourself and no one can tell you you’re crazy (unless your imaginary friend chimes in)!

The jobs that needed to get done, got done. The guinea pigs, dishes, and clothes were cleaned. The floors were swept. And all evidence of my affair were buried (Henry! O Henry!). I loved every minute of it!

Today I’m back to packing lunches and running out the door to get to camp and work on time. Hubby is back to work too! One more week to go, and I’ll be on holidays and it will Hubby’s turn to sing “All By Myself”.

Happy Monday!

Tea Party & Combat Stilettos

A few weeks ago, I worked in the kitchen at the church, helping a friend “host” her mother’s 80th birthday party.

The hall was filled with tables with crisp, white tablecloths and real tea cups. Each table had flowers and a pedestal plate filled with the most delicately decorated mini cupcakes (they tasted as good as they looked). A photo booth was set up at the back, with feather boas, hats, and an assortment of silly glasses, moustaches, and wigs. There was a side table set with fancy tea sets and coffee urns, and another table set with glass containers of different flavoured lemonades. The centre table was a buffet of fancy sandwiches and scrumptious squares. Truly, it was glamorous affair, and the room was packed with people.

Tiny Flower Cupcakes

My job (along with some other super gals) was to keep the food coming, the lemonade stocked, and the tea pots filled. Our heels were smoking! Funny speeches were shared after the buffet table had been decimated, and it was only then that it dawned on everybody – there were only a few clean plates left. Thus became the chaos upon chaos to discreetly start clearing tables, running to the kitchen and praying the dishwasher would work a little faster. It didn’t. I had so many facials in that agonizing 20 minutes to make me look 20 again. That was the only up side. My fingers were scorched and I was just about ready to commit murder if one more person came in to tell me we needed more plates!

But we pulled it off.

Hours later, high heels kicked off and with a blister the size of an ostrich egg, I hand washed all 75 cups and saucers, along with an assortment of plastic containers now emptied of their delicious contents. I had had nothing to eat. I had had no time to get my picture taken at the photo booth. But the camaraderie of working alongside these amazing women and the smile on the birthday girl’s face was worth it.

Then the afternoon took a downturn.

I helped clean the bathrooms; I saw things in the men’s room that still haunt my dreams. Still shaken, I piled my leopard heels, my box of cute cupcakes to photograph (and eat), 2 canisters of herbal tea, and a can of Italian lemon sparkling water on my back seat, and headed home. We were going out for dinner.

Some idiot cut me off and I had to slam on my brakes. The cupcakes …(wiping a tear)…

Smashed Cupcakes

…didn’t make it.

Apparently, neither did the can.

Punctured can

I picked it up from the floor mat, and it was empty. Weeks later, that floor mat still has a gorgeous sheen. My theory is that one of my heels is a combat stiletto and it killed the can. I couldn’t find anything online to confirm my hypothesis. The closest I came was this link: How to Open a Can Without a Can Opener. Informative, but not what I was looking for…so I conducted some preliminary tests with a high-heeled shoe and an empty Coke, but they were unsuccessful.

I’ll keep trying though. It could be handy to have a pair of combat stilettos, especially when you’re washing dishes at a tea party!

Weekly Photo Challenge: Half & Half

Welcome to summer – it’s too hot move or even to think too hard!

This weekend, we had some of this:

Half sun-Half Shadow field

Half Sun – Half Shadow

We also had this:

Half Sun-Half Rain field

Half Sun-Half Rain

And with the high humidity, my hair now looks like…well, never mind. Even I don’t want to see that!

To see more Half & Half photos, click here. Happy Monday!