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It’s not what you might be thinking. Some of you know my little secret. Well, now I’m making it known to potentially the whole world.
I slept in a closet.
I can’t sleep in my bed (no, I’m not mad at my husband) because of back pain. I had been sleeping on a recliner in my bedroom.
My sister took her aerobed on a beach trip one year and I laid on it and thought, I could sleep on this. So, I purchased a twin-sized aerobed (the kind that sits up to the height of a regular bed) and put it in my closet. Hey, it fit with plenty of room for me to dress in too. And I can sleep with no back pain. It is wonderful.
But…
This past week I’ve heard critters in my attic and the head of the bed is pushed up against the door that leads to that space. I don’t like critters. Especially mice critters.
So, this week, I moved my bed out of the closet and into the bedroom. There is plenty of room– I just had to move the recumbent bike into the closet. (I have too many pieces of exercise equipment that I don’t use. I guess I need to start using them).
Anyway, so now, I’ve come out of the closet.
Thought you might want to know, or maybe not.
I know I need to exercise. I would say “exercise more” but that would imply I do a little bit and I don’t.
So, I had a brilliant idea on Saturday.
Let me just say that my husband hates my brilliant ideas. They usually involve moving furniture.
My cousin Tammi and I share the same genetic affliction we inherited from our Grandma Christine–the uncontrollable desire to rearrange the furniture.
I decided to move my little stair climber machine (cheap, but usable) from my bedroom(upstairs) to my office(downstairs). My thought was that as I am writing and I get writer’s block I could climb a few stairs to get the blood pumping to the brain–either that or hang upside down (click Here for this explanation).
But instead of telling my husband my true purpose for the move, I asked him to move the stair climber to my office so I wouldn’t have to climb the stairs to the bedroom.
Yes, my husband is still living with me. Go figure. He must be crazy. Because, I’m certainly not. Right? Right? I’m not, am I?
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My husband walked in as I wept over the above Good Morning America segment. He looked at me and I pointed to the TV.
He looked in the direction of my finger, saw the famous chef and asked, “Emeril made you cry?”
I said, “Yes, cooking always makes me cry.”
If you need a good cry, click on the link.
My father has this recurring dream that while standing he can bring his feet back(at the same time) against the back of his knees and fly through the air upright. So I guess he is more like a hover craft.
Sunday before last my family discussed the poor woman who found out years after the fact that her husband’s legs had to be cut off to fit him in his casket. Apparently, she had ordered the right size but the funeral home got it wrong.
My father is 6′2″ tall and, well let’s just say he is frugal. Okay, Okay he’s cheap. So I told him that if the 5′5″ casket is cheaper than the 6′2″ casket, then we might just have to cut off his legs. We could bend them back just like in his dreams and we’ll play I’ll Fly Away at his funeral.
By the way, my Daddy will probably outlive me. He is extremely young at heart– he has the energy to play hide&seek and ball with his grandchildren.
Charles Billingsley is a vocal genius, is he not?
I have terrible memory and I believe it is because the blood is not getting to my brain efficiently or maybe sufficiently.
So, I’ve discovered that if I need to remember somebody’s name, I need to turn upside down. Yes, upside down.
Believe it or not, it has worked for me several times.
Once, I used my exercise ball to sprawl backward until my head dangled off. I remembered the person’s name I was trying to think of within seconds. This was not a person I was around a lot–more of a passing acquaintance. But by turning upside down I was able to remember.
Another time while with my extended family on a Sunday afternoon, I was trying to think of a person’s name that just moved to Durham. I’ve never met the person, but have spoken about him a couple of times before with my colleagues and for the life of me couldn’t think of his name –which is very unique. So, in front of all my family, I touched my toes and was able to remember his name. They, of course, thought I was a nut. They’ve thought that all along anyway.
Next time you’re struggling to remember something, touch your toes and see if it doesn’t come to you.
Maybe teachers should try a “touch your toes” session just before taking major tests.
This picture was taken from my front door about a week ago.
This is taken from my front door today.
We’re having flip-flop weather. No, I’m not wearing flip-flops today. But the weather is going from one extreme to the other. Next weekend it is supposed to be 70 degrees.
The tarheel state had snow this past week and because of the snow, my son’s school was canceled for two days.
Last night there was supposed to be a talent show in the school gym.
I had planned to go until my son called me at work(I’m so glad I have a job. I’m so glad I have a job) yesterday to tell me that it had been postponed due to indecent weather. Yes, he said indecent.
I think my son is brilliant and sometimes he says some profound things(like after the inaugaration he stated that brown is the new white) but this time he really said the wrong thing. Which was kinda funny. And even funnier after I told my husband what he had said and he said it must have been raining panties and bras.
My son attends a private Christian school, so it is a good thing they closed school. We wouldn’t want the students going out in weather like that.
We All Crazy!–that’s the name of the book my husband wants to write on marriage.
The thing is, we each have our own little eccentricities. And we’ve got to find the person who could put up with our quirks.
Today marks the 20th anniversary of my husband and me sharing our craziness with each other.
Happy Anniversary, Sentimental Ole You. I love you, just the way you are…
He had more hair. I had less body.
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