What are little girls made of? Sugar and spice and everything nice. That's what little girls are made of.
children's nursery rhym
What are middle-aged ladies made of? Crepe papery arms, cottage cheese thighs, and a dash of back-fat.
Oh... my .... gosh. I went into town today to try on some clothes. I had some Kohl's cash burning a hole in my pocket (the last time I had $30 worth and I forgot to use it, so I made sure to hit the store this time). Trying on clothes in front of a full-length mirror . . . under fluorescent lighting is an eye-opener. Trying on clothes can be a sure way to dish up your ego a big serving of whoop ass (pardon my French). Not an exceptionally up-lifting moment.
I guess I'm belly-aching because last year at this time, I was 20 pounds lighter and two sizes smaller. Remember when I told you at that time that it probably wouldn't last and I was going to enjoy what time I did have being that size? Whatever.
Hubby is coming home tomorrow from his week-long fishing trip to North Dakota. I got a few things done that I wanted to take care of while he was gone, but there is still soooo much more left. Wow, but this summer is flying by.
Got a letter from my health insurance company today. Anyone else get the news that their premiums are going up almost 20 per cent ?. . . again. Our amount to have insurance for 2016 is going to be $21,625.00. Come on, Medicare! Can't wait until that kicks in. Still, I am grateful that we have this insurance, and therefore, I am willing to pay this huge amount to keep us going until be can go on Medicare. It has paid out several thousands of dollars to cover the cancer situation, so I can not really crab about it too much.
Since I started this post off with a nursery rhyme, I am going to leave you with one from my UH OH KIDS collection. I get a rhythm running through my head and then it turns into something silly like this.
JACKIE SMOOD ATE HIS DOG'S FOOD
Jackie Smood had a dog
He fed it every day.
But when the pup had had enough,
It'd run right off to play
So one day Jackie grabbed the bowl
And took a little nibble.
"This dog food tastes so good," he said,
"I think I'll eat MORE kibble!"
He ate it all and licked the bowl,
Then poured a lot more in.
He pushed his face right in the food
And got some on his chin.
Jackie's dad came walking in
And saw what he was doing.
"Is that the DOG'S food in that bowl?
Is that what you are chewing?"
"Try it, Dad, it's really good!
The box says it's nutritious."
Jackie handed him the bowl.
His dad looked quite suspicious.
His daddy took a little bite
While Jackie hummed a tune.
"Why, Son, this does taste pretty good.
But next time, use a spoon!"
Again. . . WHATEVER!
GOD BLESS YOU ALL
children's nursery rhym
What are middle-aged ladies made of? Crepe papery arms, cottage cheese thighs, and a dash of back-fat.
Oh... my .... gosh. I went into town today to try on some clothes. I had some Kohl's cash burning a hole in my pocket (the last time I had $30 worth and I forgot to use it, so I made sure to hit the store this time). Trying on clothes in front of a full-length mirror . . . under fluorescent lighting is an eye-opener. Trying on clothes can be a sure way to dish up your ego a big serving of whoop ass (pardon my French). Not an exceptionally up-lifting moment.
I guess I'm belly-aching because last year at this time, I was 20 pounds lighter and two sizes smaller. Remember when I told you at that time that it probably wouldn't last and I was going to enjoy what time I did have being that size? Whatever.
Hubby is coming home tomorrow from his week-long fishing trip to North Dakota. I got a few things done that I wanted to take care of while he was gone, but there is still soooo much more left. Wow, but this summer is flying by.
Got a letter from my health insurance company today. Anyone else get the news that their premiums are going up almost 20 per cent ?. . . again. Our amount to have insurance for 2016 is going to be $21,625.00. Come on, Medicare! Can't wait until that kicks in. Still, I am grateful that we have this insurance, and therefore, I am willing to pay this huge amount to keep us going until be can go on Medicare. It has paid out several thousands of dollars to cover the cancer situation, so I can not really crab about it too much.
Since I started this post off with a nursery rhyme, I am going to leave you with one from my UH OH KIDS collection. I get a rhythm running through my head and then it turns into something silly like this.
JACKIE SMOOD ATE HIS DOG'S FOOD
Jackie Smood had a dog
He fed it every day.
But when the pup had had enough,
It'd run right off to play
So one day Jackie grabbed the bowl
And took a little nibble.
"This dog food tastes so good," he said,
"I think I'll eat MORE kibble!"
He ate it all and licked the bowl,
Then poured a lot more in.
He pushed his face right in the food
And got some on his chin.
Jackie's dad came walking in
And saw what he was doing.
"Is that the DOG'S food in that bowl?
Is that what you are chewing?"
"Try it, Dad, it's really good!
The box says it's nutritious."
Jackie handed him the bowl.
His dad looked quite suspicious.
His daddy took a little bite
While Jackie hummed a tune.
"Why, Son, this does taste pretty good.
But next time, use a spoon!"
Again. . . WHATEVER!
GOD BLESS YOU ALL
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