Okay, I understand the idea that retail has to stay ahead of the game, but can you believe they're already putting away summer things and stocking the shelves with school supplies? What? Most of us have just gotten out our swimsuits--okay, maybe I just got mine out to look at and dream of being that size again, but still.
Does this bother anyone but me? The day after school starts, we'll see a few pumpkins and Halloween costumes, and before Halloween can come and go, we might spot a few Thanksgiving trays. Christmas? Well, that can show up anytime between Halloween and Thanksgiving! Not that I'm complaining about that one. As you know, I love Christmas all year round. :-)
So does it bother you that we barely have time to enjoy one season before they're pushing the next thing? What ever happened to enjoying the moment? Sigh. Maybe it's just me.
Labels: fall, holidays, school days, summer
My family and I are on vacation this week. First I had with a writer's retreat in St. Louis where I got to hang out with Colleen, Cheryl, and other great friends. (We missed Diann and Kristin . . . boohooo!) Then my family picked me up and we headed south. We stopped and saw friends in Oklahoma City--those are our boys in the middle, posing with their friends who used to live in Indiana.
Today we're in the Fort Worth area. Trevor's in the pool, Kevin and our older sons are taking a tour of the Cowboy's stadium, and I'm blogging. :-) So far we've seen 3 stadiums, 1 ball game, and one Texas-sized cockroach. Ah, vacation . . . I told the boys they'd better zip up their suitcases. Now they know I wasn't kidding. Point made.
From here, we'll mozy down toward San Antonio, spend a while on the Riverwalk, then go where every the hot wind blows. Did I say hot? I'm about to dive into the pool with Trevor, clothes and all, and it's only 11:15 am. Thank God for air conditioning.
Oh, side note. At the Rangers ball game last night, they played TWO Christian songs between the action. I was floored. That does not happen in the midwest.
Are you going anywhere fun this summer?
Labels: summer, Texas, vacation
We all have our little secret shame. Mine affects my purchases, my comfort, shoot, sometimes it even controls my very movements.
But this year that will change. Yes, I'm going to do something about it. No longer will I cater to the embarrassment of . . . underarm flab.
It all started when I went shopping a few weeks ago for summer tops. It was already topping 90 degrees, and the sleeveless shirts beckoned me. "BUY ME!" they seem to shout from their dainty racks. "We'll keep you cool!"
The display mannequin in her cute breezy top mocks me with her slender, toned--and okay, fiberglass--arms. I reach toward the rack. The motion sends aftershocks down my tricep. I wake to reality and pull back. Sleeves it is. Not the cute little cap sleeves that are all the rage right now. Elbow length sleeves. I find some tucked in a corner of the department, pay, and slink from the store.
The next crucial moment came a week later while playing drums on Sunday morning. A drummer with arm flab. Not a good thing. My batwings nearly smacked the bass player in the face.
It was enough to inspire a new resolution. I am going to sport sleeveless shirts proudly, so help me! I am going to wear cute little cap sleeves this summer!
Resolute in my decision, I borrowed hand weights from my 11-year-old (Hey, I'm a beginner) and looked up exercises for this rebellious area. I am going tone these puppies if it's the last thing I do. And then I'm going to walk right up to that mannequin and snatch her cute breezy top right off her back--it'll look better on me anyway. Well, once my arms are under control.
Labels: exercise, summer
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