Tuesday I got up late 5:50 to take My Mom to the hospital for a 6:00 appointment we spent 3 hours there and another 1 1/2 at the Pharmacy. We had breakfast that gave me indigestion- We started the drive home lulled by the early hour we got up and overly greasy breakfast--- I was unknowingly speeding on the access rd to the freeway and was stopped by the nicest policeman --but why wouldn't he be nice I was right in front of his police station:> he truley was so well mannered I had to stop my self from thanking him for giveing me the very expensive speeding ticket. Which--- apparently I deserved because when he so kindly asked if there was some reason I was going 53 in a 35 I just couldn't think quick enough to tell him about the breakfast, the early wake up call, or even of the time wasted waiting and waiting this morning, because I am sure he would have said Oh I totally understand and just slow down M'am. Well -- I drove very safely to my mom's 1 1/2 hrs later I locked my keys in my car for about the 12th time in the last year!!! I had to call my hubby to come rescue me and he had a meeting he had to present at just minutes after he left me yikes!! I woke up cranky from a very short, very needed nap ---I had words w/ both of my older teens. Took my daughter to art class and as I was leaving someone kept honking a horn at me and a lady jumps out of her car and says " Did you know your tire is flat as a fritter?" In TX everything relates to fried food. So I turn around get out the spare the jack and proceed to jack it up but the lug nuts will not budge so I call Hubby again! (did I mention He has the patience of Job?) As I was waiting on him. a sweet like 80 year old man offers to help I couldn't help but chuckle and thank him for his sweet offer as his tiny wife waves from the car I said hubby's on the way but thank you.,
After dear hubby finally got the tire off (It was really machine tight) he says I think I will take this now to see if it will hold air because we could not find any nails in it well-- it is a good thing he did for when he returned the back tire was flat TOOO!!! Two other folks stopped to ask if they could help while he was gone- and some friends from church too-- while we chatted w/them -- I was relating my 'Series of unfortunate events: the speeding ticket, locking the keys in the car, and not one but two flat tires....... I broke a nail now that was just not necessary--- I already knew I needed to slow down , be more aware and check my car safety but to break a nail too!!!:> So it would have been a terible Awful, No good, Very , Bad day if I had not stopped at the FW Nature Center and decompressed, I used to be there twice a week as a Docent and loved it!!!
I saw more animals than I ever had in one day, here are 13 of them. This Family was there to greet me as I drove in. The dad kept his eye on me the whole time.
They also had this long legged visitor at their front gate, she is so petty and really good at surfing the web. .
I learned from this trip that when you come to the curves of life take them slowly and you might just get some 'dear'suprises right around the bend like i did.
This guy just posed for me Can you see me? I can see you I think I interupted his dinner maybe I should make him a tuna sandwich Do you know what this white stuff is? I used to think it was mold or fungus But it actually cochenille and it is fascinating to see it change from white to red A berry nice treat for the birds
The butterfly garden is lovely but the butterflies are fast I love pictures of path's the possibilities are limitless Now don't you feel better?
Each day comes bearing its own gifts. Untie the ribbons! ************ "Joy is what happens when we allow ourselves to recognize how good things really are." **************
"A vigorous five-mile walk will do more good for an unhappy but otherwise healthy adult than all the medicine and psychology in the world." --Paul Dudley White
************ "Now if you are going to win any battle you have to do one thing. You have to make the mind run the body. Never let the body tell the mind what to do. The body will always give up. It is always tired in the morning, noon, and night. But the body is never tired if the mind is not tired." - George S. Patton, U.S. Army General, 1912 Olympian
108 miles walking 7 yoga class 6 weight session 2 water aerobics class 15 mins arc 2 mile running Top Ten in YMCA Tour de Texas actually #5
May Workout stats
8 Yoga Classes 8weight sessions 82 miles walking 90 minutes on the new arc cardio machine
April Workout Stats
8 Yoga Classes 7 40 minute weight sessions 74 miles walking 5 miles biking 1 Zumba class
March work out Stats
49 miles walking 10 1 hour yoga classes 9 40 min weight sessions
February "Heart Month" Work out Stats
45 miles walking 5 yoga class 5weight session
January Workout stats
48miles walking 4 yoga classes 4weight sessions 5.5 miles cycling
December Workout Stats
36 miles 7 yoga classes 5 weight session
November Workout stats
56 miles walking 5 miles biking 4 yoga classes 4 weight sessions
October Workout Stats
68 miles walking 5 yoga class 5 weight session
September 2010 Workout Stats
80 miles Walking 6 yoga class 1 balletone class 6weight session 115min bike 15 miles 5 min elliptical
Poem: “Welcome to Holland” by Emily Perl Kingsley
I am often asked to describe the experience of raising a child with a disability - to try to help people who have not shared that unique experience to understand it, to imagine how it would feel. It’s like this… When you’re going to have a baby, it’s like planning a fabulous vacation trip - to Italy. You buy a bunch of guide books and make your wonderful plans. The coliseum. The Michelangelo David. The gondolas in Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. It’s all very exciting. After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You pack your bags and off you go. Several hours later, the plane lands. The stewardess comes in and says, “Welcome To Holland”. “Holland?!?” you say, “What do you mean “Holland”??? I signed up for Italy! I’m supposed to be in Italy. All my life I’ve dreamed of going to Italy” But there’s been a change in the flight plan. They’ve landed in Holland and there you must stay. The important thing is that they haven’t taken you to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place, full of pestilence, famine and disease. It’s just a different place. So you must go and buy new guide books. And you must learn a whole new language. And you will meet a whole new group of people you would never have met. It’s just a different place. It’s slower-paced than Italy, less flashy than Italy. But after you’ve been there for a while and you catch your breath, you look around…and you begin to notice that Holland has windmills…Holland has tulips. Holland even has Rembrandts. But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy…and they’re all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of your life, you will say “Yes that’s where I was supposed to go. That’s what I had planned”. And the pain of that will never, ever, ever, ever go away…because the loss of that dream is a very significant loss. But…if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn’t get to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things…about Holland.