Speaking of vacation mode. All of a sudden around mid-week I realized that my reunion with some internet friends I met on Sparkpeople 6 years ago and a visit with Little Helen were only a week away. Besides needing to reschedule my mani-pedi, I found my brain sliding into "I'm going to be on vacation again so I don't have to _____________(fill in the blank)." What the heck is UP with that mental attitude? It's almost like the one I used to have of sneaking food when Mr. Helen was out for the evening (Thank goodness I do not do that anymore!)
Someone keeps stealing Little Helen's garbage and recycling bins. These are provided by the city she lives in so it's perplexing. She got so annoyed with it that she spray painted big white dots on hers. Gets home from work yesterday and there is a mangled nasty recycler sitting where hers should be. So she strolls down the street and 3 doors down, finds hers. Being that she is her mother's daughter, she took it back! Being that she is her father's daughter, she did not put the nasty one 3 doors down, she simply put it on the curb. Cracks me up when I see the genetics come out.
I had my first martini on the Patio last weekend - hurray for good weekend weather! However at one point I went to take a sip and, huh:
Two very dead bugs of some sort, floating. At least they died happy!
I bought some shorts and a top. I was in a hurry and did not try them on simply picked sizes based on holding them up and looking at them . When I got home and had time, I tried them on and they were too big - a full size too big. Had to spend the time I should have used trying them on, exchanging them. Whadda ya know - turns out my butt isn't as wide as I think it is.
Donna Summer. Yesterday morning while running, Last Dance was one of the songs I listened to. Yesterday afternoon when the news broke that she died, my stomach actually jumped a little. Did you know she had a song in the Top 100 on Billboard every single year from 1976 to 1984? I got a kick out of the Facebook tributes too. You could tell exactly what "side" of Donna Summer people fell on... my generation of disco lovers and those a bit younger than me talking about roller skating to her songs. She is one of the defining artists in the soundtrack of my life... gone much too young, but I guess Heaven Knows.
I made a pasta salad to be Mr. Helen's starch this week. When I opened the box it looked like this:
Huh. It looked like someone had taken a quarter of the pasta! But the package was secure. So I decided I'd weigh it but when I looked at the front of the box this is what I saw:
$#@$%%^&&$^*^%!!!!!! That's what I said! This pasta brand is not inexpensive even though I wait until it's on sale to buy it. It never was a full pound - always 14.5 oz. But now they've done that tomfoolery where they don't change the box size, just the amount in it. Grrrrrrrrrr.
Finally, two things that did not make me go huh: a fashion shot (to prove to Shelley that I know how to buy capris that fit me), plus I thought the way I layered the cotton sweater with the sleeveless top looks cute! - and a shot of some flowers I saw on my run the other morning. Any of you gardeners know what this flower is? Lori?