Am I Home Now?

Dr. M and I have had a crazy few weeks. We spent a week in NC visiting the fathers (as alluded to in my last post), a week at home, and then a week at Dewey Beach in Delaware. Whew! I'm ready to be home for a while. I'm going to share some random beach pictures in a minute, but first, words to the wise (that's me):

1. Maybe you should do Project 365 because since you don't journal you'd otherwise never remember that you went back to work the same afternoon after you had your failed root canal.

2. Flip flops are not good footwear. I wore them out to lunch one afternoon in Rehoboth & had an incident where one flip flop stayed put while the rest of me moved forward...and down. Skinned my knee like a little kid. And, of course, not being a youngster anymore I was pretty creaky for a couple of days. I took a picture of my knee, but decided not to share it. You're welcome.

3. Dr. M & I love going to the beach, but we don't really like getting in the water, or walking in the sand, or being out in the sun all that much. Ha! So our dream vacation is a room with a balcony over the ocean & that's what we had. We left the room to eat, and each of us took one walk on the beach, but otherwise we read (me) & took pictures (Dr. M). It was blissful!

These pictures aren't probably the ones I would usually share, but I'm sending these to Dr. M's dad & decided to just post them. Maybe I'll post more later. These are mostly pictures of birds and dogs - there were plenty on the beach!

Osprey & Lunch

Blue Grosbeak 

Crow

Another osprey with lunch :)

A fresh water pond

My one beach walk

Dr. M on the bay

For more beachy pictures, go to Dr. M's blog here.

Throwback Thursday

My poor brother - I did warn him that I was going to post this picture of us. His Army son came home for Christmas yesterday, so I thought this was a good time to post it. I'm wearing my dad's National Guard coveralls, and J is wearing... well you can see what he's wearing. He says at least his hat, purse, & shoes matched!

P.S. Check out Dr. M's throwback post to a Christmas poem past: here.

Making a Spectacle of Myself

I forgot my audio book this morning, so on my way to work I found myself talking to other drivers again. I told the 18-Wheeler behind me that it was my “bounden duty” to slow him down. We were both going 5 miles over the speed limit at the time. My friends and family will be amused by this story because I have a lead foot, but we were on a two-lane road – he did not need to be going faster than 60 MPH! As far as my gas pedal is concerned my foot IS made of lead. Snow, fog, rain – these do not slow me down (unless I’m behind some craven creature who wants to be “safe”). I’m not crazy – I do take the road condition and speed limit into consideration. Somewhat. Really.


Anyway, this post isn’t about my driving (in)abilities. I just decided to pop on here right quick & show off my new readers. I’m no Velma, but I think they’re kind of cute.

Please note – I took this picture myself last night & apparently I have short arms. So, yes, I realize my nostrils are the size of moon craters. And I realize that I took the picture at the end of the day when any semblance of makeup had long since disappeared. One eye does have the remnants of some green liner. And boy do I need to get cozy with a pair of tweezers! But, obviously I don’t care since I’m sharing the picture anyway. Look at the glasses people – not the face!

P.S. I didn't get a haircut - it's just pulled back. Does that answer all your questions?

Fifth Grade

When I see myself,
the way I think I truly am,
I see pink barrettes
rabbit teeth
and crooked glasses.
On the cusp of adolescence –
just before I became my Mom’s
grammar police.
Awkward,
and already a “woman”
according to one standard of measure.
This is the person who
looks back when I stand
before the mirror.
I spent years with
disdain in my heart, but
today I am compassionate
toward that precious girl
who liked math instead of boys
and wanted to be left alone
with her books.