I'm a hooper

Hula hooper that is.

About a week and a half ago I bought a weighted hula hoop. A friend of mine ordered one and I had to get one for myself. A coworker of hers has been using one for about three weeks and has already lost about two inches off her waist.

I tried hooping a few years ago and couldn't keep the hoop up. And before that it had been since high school at least.

I bought the four pound Acu hoop, started last Tuesday at one minute and have worked my way up to about three and a half minutes.



Directions say to only do one to three minutes the first week. The second week three to five. Eventually working your way up to two ten minute sessions a day, never doing more than 20 minutes a day.

I took measurements before starting and will wait until four weeks to take them again.

Stay tuned...

A un-wide range of emotion

Blah.
Ick.
Phooey.
Crap.
Dangit.
Son of a biscuit.
Sniffle.
Wah.

And that's all I've got to say about that.

speed bump ahead

I have never had thick skin when it came to matters of the heart. It's who I am. I'm sensitive.

I went in feeling tough with walls built high and strong then gradually, bit by bit, I let down the walls I spent far too long building. I won't lie, as the walls came down it felt good. There was a certain feel of relief, comfort and, surprisingly, security. I could breathe and the air was fresh and I wanted to keep breathing it. I felt confident and secure and was having fun.

I let the walls down and now I'm in trouble.

I'm struggling with what I allow myself to do from here. I may loose my common sense and make decisions with my heart rather than my mind. Will the decisions I make hurt me more? Is this just a bump in the road, a stupid, arrogant, self-absorbed, oblivious, thoughtless, clueless, bump in the road?

DIY ADD

Seems I have a problem and it's become quite apparent. I've got too much going on at one time.

I love DIY projects but this time I've taken on more than I can handle.

I tiled my entry way - a 25 sq ft area - a couple of weeks ago. I still have a bit of a mess to pick up from it.

Last Friday I put in a new bathroom sink. I can't get it to stop leaking. Everything that was under the sink is spread out in the bathroom.

I painted a mirror frame in the middle of it all.

I've decided not take on any more projects until I get my shit together.

Oh, I've got a brilliant closet plan in the works...

Sox

This is the email I received from my mom this afternoon:

I have 49 pairs of socks, not including those knee high black or white
trouser stockings. I think I will go get another pair to make it an
even 50. No. Wait. Maybe you want some of my old socks. Gosh, let
me know.

I'm hoping she's just going through and thinning out her clothes. Otherwise, why would one count socks?

And no, I don't want her socks.

Dad goes to the hospital for stent and Brazilians

My dad went in to get another stent put in the artery that was 70% blocked. He did really well and felt pretty good after the procedure. Apparently the doctors keep you awake during the procedure.
It took about an hour and I asked him if he could feel anything. He said not so much but twice he had them give them some drug so he could go to sleep. He said he got bored...
He also informed me that he got a Brazilian wax. His tone was that he seemed pretty impressed by it and maybe a little proud of it.

Me: What?
Dad: yeah, they did both sides because they didn't know what side they'd go in.
Me: No, that's not a Brazilian, Brazilians are all the way back. zip, up the back side.
Dad: psshh. They didn't do that. I don't want them to do that.

Thak you Jeezus he didn't request one.

They should change their name to The Sucky McSuckertons

My dad and I went to see The Chieftains in concert last night. I was really excited all week. Sadly it was a let down (except for the dancing). Between the poor sound system, the coo-coo's swaying and bobbing their heads in front of us and the woman in my perifrail vision checking her phone everying five minutes, it was enough to go a little postal.

We left an hour later during intermission to go have dessert at the French Meadow.