Work. BrodyDog walk. Homework. Wash, rinse, repeat....
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Energy vibes your way!
Also took SwiftMom to a drs appointment. Still in the waiting room. So slooooooowwwwww
Working from home today and waiting for my squirrel guy. I have squirrels living in my attic. Because of this I now have to wait for the bat guy to tend to the wife's belfry. 
Working from home today and waiting for my squirrel guy. I have squirrels living in my attic. Because of this I now have to wait for the bat guy to tend to the wife's belfry.
Huh. My psychiatrist told me the same thing.
That brought a smile!Working from home today and waiting for my squirrel guy. I have squirrels living in my attic. Because of this I now have to wait for the bat guy to tend to the wife's belfry.
Working from home today and waiting for my squirrel guy. I have squirrels living in my attic. Because of this I now have to wait for the bat guy to tend to the wife's belfry.
You have a squirrel guy? How does one acquire a squirrel guy?
Everyone I know seems to have a 'guy' and I've always had to find help through the normal channels. Because of this, each time I hire someone he becomes my 'guy' or she becomes my 'gal'.
....well, all of us continue to clean out my folks house, and we have a buyer for ours-so now it becomes the added stress of trying to condense both houses and get things where they need to be....don't know whether to laugh or cry, so I do both......
Calming vibes and ease in the sale and move.
Scott continue to keep you and your family in my thoughts and my heart.
Everyone I know seems to have a 'guy' and I've always had to find help through the normal channels. Because of this, each time I hire someone he becomes my 'guy' or she becomes my 'gal'.
Got ya!
Super good show. There is a thread here if you want to start up a conversation.
I had an extra-large flat-white coffee for breakfast with a tomato and cheese sandwich(white bread). I saw a guy I know on the bus and we talked about who's going to win the State-of-Origin match tonight. I went and put some money on my travel card. I went and looked at the Samaritans, Salvation Army and St Vincent's de Paul second-hand shops for DVD's/books.
I obviously am not keeping up with SKMB current events. (Not even keeping up with my own.)
I'm sorry, Scott, for any pain that you and yours are enduring right now. A quick healing process buoyed by good memories to you, my friend.
For those of you who don't know, and that would be those who don't speak to me often, I had a heart attack May 2011. May 2, to be exact. I've written about it before. I was out of the hospital on Tuesday, May 3, so you could say it wasn't that severe, except that I got shocked twice, and if they hadn't busted the clot, I'd be dead. So it was severe enough.
When you have an event like that, it can induce a change of religion, so to speak. In my case, it wasn't literal religion but a reinforced knowledge that if I didn't take care of myself, the same thing could happen again.
So I started eating right. I was working out. With the encouragement of a portion of my several hundred FB friends at the time, I was posting my weight every day, and it was an impressive downward trend. I got close to my fighting weight.
At that point, I apparently declared victory and slowly, easily, settled back into the bad habits of a lifetime. And then this last Friday May 31, 2019, comes a reminder retro entry in Facebook from May 31, 2011 (fewer than 30 days after the heart attack): "I'm not going to post my weight today, but I now fit into every pair of pants in the closet."
Well, how the mighty have fallen since then. I recently had to let my belt out a notch. I weighed myself Sunday morning to start the New Regimen (again), and I'm not sharing the results. It was a good 10 pounds, charitably, over where I thought I might be.
Time to stop fooling myself that I deserve unlimited self-indulgence because I work hard. I might post some progress here and there. You guys are a wonderfully affirming bunch, and it really does help. The Goal: Get to fighting weight (between 175 and 180). I've done it before. The methods are easy, at least to talk about. Eat better. Drink less by looking at it as a reward for taking care of myself rather than something I deserve for bringing in the bacon. And work out more often.
The journey begins. Again. And in this case, the destination really is the important part.
When you have an event like that, it can induce a change of religion, so to speak. In my case, it wasn't literal religion but a reinforced knowledge that if I didn't take care of myself, the same thing could happen again.
So I started eating right. I was working out. With the encouragement of a portion of my several hundred FB friends at the time, I was posting my weight every day, and it was an impressive downward trend. I got close to my fighting weight.
At that point, I apparently declared victory and slowly, easily, settled back into the bad habits of a lifetime. And then this last Friday May 31, 2019, comes a reminder retro entry in Facebook from May 31, 2011 (fewer than 30 days after the heart attack): "I'm not going to post my weight today, but I now fit into every pair of pants in the closet."
Well, how the mighty have fallen since then. I recently had to let my belt out a notch. I weighed myself Sunday morning to start the New Regimen (again), and I'm not sharing the results. It was a good 10 pounds, charitably, over where I thought I might be.
Time to stop fooling myself that I deserve unlimited self-indulgence because I work hard. I might post some progress here and there. You guys are a wonderfully affirming bunch, and it really does help. The Goal: Get to fighting weight (between 175 and 180). I've done it before. The methods are easy, at least to talk about. Eat better. Drink less by looking at it as a reward for taking care of myself rather than something I deserve for bringing in the bacon. And work out more often.
The journey begins. Again. And in this case, the destination really is the important part.
My thoughts and prayers are with ya, Big Guy ♥
I wish you a successful journey to your goals. The second time around might be slower, but you will get there. Follow the beam and you'll fit into every pairo f pants in your closet and "tighten" your belt by notch or two. Manifesting for you, Grandpa .