Wordless Wednesday- Ew

Mexican grapes-pricey. The Cicada- free. 

Musings of This, That and Other Things

I named her 'Stick Chick'
I had a hard time not staring at her. Very chic outfit, 3/4 length wide bottom silk pants, top showcasing her petit figure. Hair perfect, make up perfect,accessories perfect. A little much for Costco,but she showed me up in my runners, summer blouse and dark blue jeans. 

What captivated my attention was how she was walking in her stilettos. Women sway their beautiful hips when they walk, and yeah, most of us know how to work it especially in a pair of killer boots. But her? How do I describe this? She walked like she was going to fall off those 4" stilettos at any moment. Her gait stilted,unsure.. her steps like those of a geisha in feet that were bound. She was going to have very sore lady bits at the end of the day. Stick stiff way to move one's legs and hips, honey. 

Normally I am able to contain my reactions in public or at the very least wait till I'm well past the situation but not today, ohhh no, I busted out right in front of her.
Shit, how the hell was I going to get out of this one, I couldn't stop. It was so comical, didn't she have a clue how she looked walking? The click click clicking of her heels was as offensive as the walk itself. I was waiting to hear some sort of rhythm as we normally do when a woman sashays in heels. This? It was like an out of tune recorder with nails running across a chalkboard. Ouch.

Lucky for me I had my iPhone in my hand (yeah ok, it's normal nesting place.) and made like I had gotten a funny text. Thank GOD for my sunglasses still on my face, saved! (but not by much.)

Speaking of... People of Walmart has nothing on some People of Costco, stick chick aside. Passed a shall we say 'trailer park' type of woman. She was sporting an unnatural shade of blonde, wearing tight leggings with silver 3" chunky heels anchored on her foot by a fat strap across the front part. Oh. My. God. For real?? I couldn't even tell you what her top was, the pants and shoes too loud for me to notice. 

I'm not the most stylish chick out there, my preferences leaning towards jeans and workout attire (up to date thank you very much) but damn, I know what works, what doesn't. And that did.not.work.

Can you tell it's my PMS week? A wee bit catty I am & I don't much care. It's a wicked wicked pms week and I can't shake off the bitchiness. Hubby's thankfully (on his part ) out of town and daughter is deflecting well. Just be glad you are not in my field of vision doing or wearing something stupid or I'd blog about you too.

I rock. Yeah, I'm blowing my horn but hey, I calls it like it is. I am going back 'home' for a visit soon and have managed to snag my high school besties for a morning/lunch meet. Yeah, high school besties, Alumni '81. Do the math, I'm so not spelling it out. I'm SUPER pumped. Last time must be close to 10 years ago. Nothing like hooking up with those who are the feed for most of one's memories. (details and events best not shared publicly, a couple of these people are connected I'm sure.ha ha ) 

A few hours where the passage of time is forgotten. These are my lifelong, with a capital B, Besties, ( Donna G, Sue, Donna L and Lynn) those that have known me a better part of my life and still love me. The core of who we are remaining unchanged, even if we have. Let the wine and memories flow.. 

What about you, my bloggy friends, what are your musings of the day?

Wordless Wednesday-Summer. Where?

This is my summer, how's yours?

For Today

For Today

Outside my window...

I don't see the ocean. Which sucks. I don't see rain, however, which doesn't suck. 

I am thinking...

how much I miss huge bodies of water. The peace, the solitude.. the hypnotic pull of the ebb and flow . ( yeah.. Aquarian here, can you tell?)  

I am thankful for...

the freakin' sun that finally decided to grace us with her presence. Bite me, Mother Nature.

From the Kitchen...

I hear sounds of hubby making me coffee, I'm praying to the breakfast gods I'll be smelling the bacon next.

I am wearing...

a tank top and lulu shorts sporting a head of knotted straw like hair. Sexy.

I am creating...

Jack. Setting him in front of Shit. 

I am going...

to get those mutts summer shaved before the heat strikes. Both will look like drowned rats, oh well.. 

I am reading...

text messages and emails. The extent of my reading lately and I'm good with that.

I am hoping...

the mosquitos get all miraculously eradicated. In one fell swoop. Whoosh!! 

I am hearing...

engines revving, dogs barking but no bacon sizzling. This sucks. Pffhhtt.

Around the house...

I am trying to come up with a 'honey to do list' to keep from tripping over hubby. Bored hubby. 

One of my favorite things...

is being hugged by my little spitfire, a two arm choke hold around my neck type of hug. I wish I could slow down time when this happens. 

A few plans for the week...

Trying to find my cooking mojo again. A pre-planned menu will help? 
Well then, so will wine.

Here is a picture for thought I am sharing...

No Waldo but there's a message in there.

Wordless Wednesday- Transform...er?

Sydney B.C shoreline and Park.

                                             

The local duck hang out

Pretty Pond

No Troll.. I checked

Posing for the camera

I'd preen too if I was this colour

Soaking up the sunshine

Because I felt you needed to know what the back of a peacock looks like

Colour saturated

Coastline

I'd take this view any day, every day. With my morning coffee.. ahhhh

Musings of This, That and Other Things.

I braved the scale the other morning, I hadn't stepped on that thing in months. I use my clothes as a scale and wasn't getting major red flag warnings but I knew I wasn't where I had left my weight back last year.
I have a good bead on my body, I understand its warnings, stress being a major weight gain factor. I've had my share of it the last three years which is when my weight started to slide.

I'm not talking about major amounts but I am short, 5'2.5" ( I'll hang on to that 1/2 inch thank you very much ) and small chested. Big chested women have the illusion of smaller tummies due to the ..imbalance, if you will. 

So I pay for and show every pound I put on.
I blinked several times when I got on the scale, it showed me a number five pounds off from my lowest. I got off and on again. Same number. Why hello there, I'll take that number! 

At the end of the day it comes down to choices. Take it from me, some of them suck big time. 

Like watching people eat cheesecake, doughnuts and desserts without guilt, chomping down on calorie ladened yummy foods at will, maybe drinking a few beers at the end of the day... once upon a time, I could do that and more.  

Now my life consists of working out when that's the last thing I want to do, cardio that makes me sweat, weights that make me hurt. 

BUT moments like the one on the scale or being able to slip on a favorite pair jeans at the beginning/middle and end of 'that time of the month' makes those choices worth it. 

And believe it or not me having small boobs is one of my biggest motivators.

I went through my Facebook list a couple of days ago. I do this about every six months, trying to clean it up. I never was one to do the 'popularity' thing on this social media site, I follow very selectively. I have a steadfast rule. No bosses or co-workers, I've deleted both. Live and learn and I did. I follow a few news media personalities, some authors and many high school Alumni from 30 years back. I don't think my girls have issues with their mother on their friends list, they are adult women now, long gone the teenage years where defiance was a way of life.
I like my list, it's not a popularity list of show and tell but it is a list of those who interest me, those who matter. 

However, I will cop to following a couple for drama purposes. I stay away from anything drama related in my life if I can help it but like a reality show on TV, sometimes it's fun to be on the outside looking in. So along with keeping in touch on FB, there is that small entertainment factor. 

And I'm ok with that. I know who's in my house of Facebook and who I look out the window at.

Going 'home' for a visit and very much looking forward to it. This time I'm taking my eldest daughter along for the ride,she's wanting to retouch base with her beginnings. Sadly, and it is a deep down sadness, my youngest isn't coming. Reasons I understand but nevertheless, it'll be different there without the both of them,I very much wanted to 'show off' both my beauties. 

I am looking forward to touching base with my sisters, one of them a first time mother. I get to hang out my parents again, maybe visit some of my old haunts. I want to see it through my daughter's eyes for a change. I'm hoping for a coffee meet with some of my besties. We'll catch up on the last five/six/seven years. Time goes by quickly at this point in our lives, catching up with old friends means the last decade in some cases. 

Yup, going to be a good trip back. 

I just really wish my youngest would of come.

What about you, my bloggy pals, what are your musings of the day?

Weathered and old

but standing the test of time

Sky Sparkles

Pretty night sky sparkles 

( click to enlarge )

True North

                                                                    Strong and Free

Happy 144th Canada!