Gotta get back on the Wagon

Hello Nice People,

See this cat.....thats what I will be looking like if I don't get back on my diet. I shouldn't call it a diet, its a weigh of life. Hubby and I have lost 60 pounds apiece. But just like on past diets, I have fallen off the wagon. Gotta get back on, gotta get back on, gotta get back on, before the wagon leaves me in the dust. Thats what happened to Oprah and Kirsty Alley. She gained back 83 pounds. Skinny people wonder how that can possibly happen. Well, believe me it can. Whenever I lose weight and then gain it back, I always add another 10 or so pounds. Thats why they say if we didn't diet, we would be thin.

Today was another rainy, nasty day. We have had more rain in the past few weeks than I can begin to tell about. We planted a few tomato plants, and they are beginning to turn yellow from too much rain. It has NOT been a nice spring!

After Mass , we spent the morning and early afternoon inside. I thought it was pretty much a lost day due to the rain. Around 3 o'clock the rain stopped and Hubby said "Let's take a ride to WalMart." Shoulda stayed home! Between Walmart and a stop at Sam's, it was a $200.00 day. The most expensive thing was ink for my printer. Why does INK cost so darn much? I also wanted to stock up on ORANGE DRINK. The Wal Mart brand of Crystal Light in ORANGE is absolutly the best. It's $1.78 for a can of 6 little tubs. When they have it, I get 10 cans (that'll last a week or so.) But someone else must like it cause its usually sold out. Just the flat boxes that they put on the shelves are left. Then we stopped at a nice little restaurant for a late lunch or early supper. I don't care what you call it, as long as I didn't have to cook it. No Carbs, gotta get back on that wagon, so we had an Anti-pasta salad. No bread, boo-hoo. Actually, I would have cheated if Hubby was not with me. But, Oh well!!! Hubby does not cheat. He is as honest as the day is long. Isn't that how it goes? Annnnd, Granddaughters boyfriend is the delivery boy at this place. When we got the bill, the waitress said that Mike took off 15% as a little gift to Grandmom and Grandpop. Now, this kid is a long hair, scraggly beard, looks like he would rob you blind in an alley kind of character. But he has always been polite and pleasant anytime I have seen him. It just shows, you can't judge a book by its cover.

The weekend is drawing to a close. Back on the road early tomorrow morning. Everyone have a good week and I will talkatchalater.

Hello Nice People,

I have been hooked this week on the Court TV Channel. Its now called TRU TV. Channel 71 here. There was a terrible accident in September of 2006 here at the Jersey Shore. A Local State Trooper, chasing a speeder, ran a stop sign and killed two teenage girls who were out picking up a gallon of milk for their grandmother. Robert Higbee, a 6 foot 5 inch, trooper is charged with 2 counts of vehicular homicide and could get 20 years if he is found guilty. This story has been riveting in this area. The 2 girls were also the only children of the Principal of the local grade school. of course, she is in the courtroom and your heart bleeds for her and her loss. But at the same time, this man did not set out to kill two young girls that night.

In the very beginning, there was a lot of doubt as to whether there was actually a speeder that he was chasing. But after a few days, it seems that a teenager at the high school could not keep his mouth shut and told friends that he was the speeder. Some people are saying that it was a tragic accident and he will live with this the rest of his life. Others say that cops have a "better than us attitude" and he should pay with jail time. The trials resumes from Cape May on Monday and Higbee might take the stand. Riveting!!!

Hello Nice Peoople,

Goodbye Dom Deluise. A class act. A funny man.

Another old timer abandoning us. Leaving us with foul mouthed, no talent comedians. You always made me laugh. God Speed..............

The Motel Next Door

Hello Nice People,

Donna over at "Just Me" blogged about how she enjoys the early morning hours. I have to agree, its the best part of the day. I love sitting out on the deck in the Spring and Summer with my coffee and the morning paper. Of course, thats only when I don't have to go to work. I have neighbors on 2 sides and in the back, but the back yard is SO private, I can go out in my nightgown and no one sees me. That was then.......The house next door was an elderly lady who never came out when she WAS at home. Poor thing left for her sisters house 2 years ago and from there she went to a nursing home. She passed away in October. Now, her sisters son in law has bought the house and fixed it up. The plan is that they will use it as a little vacation house for the different members of the family. Uh oh!!!! Could that mean "The Motel Next Door? It looks like my Saturday mornings in my nightgown might be a thing of the past. Oh well, "Live and let live", is what I say. Hey, it might be interesting having all these different people next door.

GHOSTS

Hello Nice People,

Now, do I believe in GHOSTS ?

Sometimes yes, and sometimes no. But somewhere, I once read or heard that SPIRITS have been known to show there presence by interfering with the telephone. The telephone of all things. And I have believed THAT for many years. Fourteen years ago, when my father passed away, I needed some paperwork from his doctor. The day after his death, I called and spoke to the receptionist. "I need these papers for John Roche." It was at this point that we both heard, through the phone, a squeeky, very high pitched voice that said "John Roche? Who's John Roche!? And again, John Roche? Who's John Roche!? I remember taking the phone from my ear and l0oking at it. What the heck was that? I asked the girl on the other end. "It wasn't anyone here, it must have been on your end," she said. "Noo, I 'm here by myself," I said. "I think I better call you back" Well, I thought about that, and I have eversince felt it was my Poor ole Pa making his presence known.

Later, there was another time when my neice and I were discussing the death of a relative when we suddenly got a high pitched squeal sound that was impossible to talk over.

This brings me to the present. Yesterday, Joyce and I were discussing the very recent death of her son-in-law, and the details at the hospital before he died. Unfortunatly, he died from lung cancer as the result of a lifetime of heavy, heavy smoking. I guess we put to much blame on the deceased, because it was at that point that both of our phones went DEAD. Even the light went out on my phone. Stone cold dead, not a sound from it. I waited for Joyce to call me back. When she did, she said her phone also was stone cold dead. Weee ooooo, weeeeooooo!!!!

What do ya think, could it have been........A GHOST??????

Hello Nice People,

Again, I am on my little laptop because Hubby is hogging my desktop playing cards. Annnd, I have very few pictures loaded on here, so here are two of Riley on the front porch with a visiting Opossum. They are great friends. I am watching with one eye, while I type, the Presidents 100 day news conference. Someone asked him about abortion and he went on for 4 minutes but never did answer the question. Politicians!!!

Swine Flu?? Am I missing something here? Is this a little overboard, or is it really the end of the world as we know it?

THIS IS THE FLU!!!!!! People get the flu all the time. 36,000 people die from the flu every year. (So I have read) The flu runs its course, sore throat, sniffles, aches and pains and a temperature, and then it goes away. Or the media finds something else to talk about. Whichever comes first. Oh well, I could use some time off from school to clean the house.

Hello Nice People

That's just Riley over there. He's kind of a nomad, a vagabond. Someone moved away from the street in back of us about 10 years ago and left this nice orange cat to fend for himself. He waited on the front porch for a few years until he finally gave up. I have been taking care of him eversince. He comes inside for a short time and then he's off again. The lady next door took him in and shared in his care for a few years. She enjoyed his company until she passed away in October. Poor Riley, now he sits on HER porch, waiting for her to come back. He's a good cat.

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