Was watching “Sleepless in Seattle” (sniff, sniff) and went for a bottle of soda from the fridge. Have one of those handy magnetic bottle/can openers.

Poured what I wanted, turned to the fridge, put the magnet in the fridge, and as I watched (like an out of body experience) I placed the soda on the side of the fridge … My inner voice said “oooooohhhh nooooo” but my brain said “hey cool. I didn’t know you could stick soda on the outside of the fridge.”

Just a little thing can set me off. Does that happen to you? On the other hand, being an old woman I can blame it on my age, and deny it may be getting assistance from the gremlin called FTD.

Note to self: Next life FTD will ONLY mean TeleFlora Delivery.

Love, Vicki

Last week, I had an opportunity to be interviewed via phone by a psychologist about FTD/Picks. I thought I’d share how I reacted to our well-known standard questions that begin ALL our doctor visits.

What is your name? Where do you live? What is the date?

Answer: I know it must be March, right?

Day of the week?

Answer: Can we make it Saturday? I like Saturdays.

Last question: Who is the president of the United States?

Answer: Proudly I answered “Obama!” but before she could continue, I shouted, “Ben Lauden!!” ;o(

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The kicker is, I was all puffed up about the president question, because a) he’s got a hard name to handle anyway and b) I was gonna impress her. To boot as often happens, when I’m speaking I suddenly get loud. Like I’m hard of hearing or something. When she started giggling I asked her what I’d said. Took a couple of mental rewinds and I was laughing too.

Lord, I want you to remember I don’t need much more humility, just in case I accidentally – as an enthusiastic youth – prayed for such things. As for other virtues, my mother always said: “For goodness sake! NEVER pray for patience.” When I had my first child I realized how true her words were. Lord, help us all.

http://www.pyepimanla.com/decembre-2008/articles/Le%20discours%20d’Obama%20%E0%20Philadelphie.html Thank you for the use of the link.

Hugs to you all … Vicki

Frankly, I’m tired of being a role model for femme fatales. Not everyone can pull off my new bed head look, with fat fuzzy slippers, schlepping in robe and flannels, and still have men come to my door, begging for my attention. It’s exhausting, I have to say.

So now, here I am, sitting on my office trying with my cache of absolutely must haves next to me: Sims games, laptop, stacks of magazines and books I really want to read, camera, pens, Cheetos, ginger snaps, water … the list goes on. I need to get my widening hind end up and figure out what I used to do before, when company was coming. Do I move the magazines into one huge pile? Or shuffle them under the ‘devil may care’ casual draping of the couch afghan, that is really solid and will impale anyone thinking they can sit there.

Well, I’ve company coming so something has to be done. Even washing parts of my bustier (maybe that will put an end to those pesky winter indoor flies?? ) and using my lady-like pick up stick to put items – one at a time – into the washer. That will be 2 hrs easily.

Brush baby powder through my hair to puff it up, or risk showering. I’m tellin’ ya, it’s a burden I’ve had all my life, and just now realize what a silly facade life styles can be. But I’m not fully convinced, just yet. Ask all the woman of my age that although we started feminism, we still think like Donna Reed.

Oh, and the constant stream of gentlemen callers? Mail man, priest, UPS, Fed Ex and the adorable Knights of Columbus who bring me fresh fish on all the Fridays of Lent, with mac & cheese, spuds 2 ways, coleslaw, and breadsticks. See? Moving that carton can be crossed off as soon as I add it to my expanding ‘to do’ list. These days no matter what I do, it goes on the list AFTERwards. Impresses friends and family on all I did. Got to use my femine wiles once in awhile. Use it or lose it … (tell that to my brain)

Really, really am getting up. Looking lovely, I might add ;o)

Blessin’s, V

My lunch. Just something I casually threw together in only 8 hrs.That’s my neighbor next to me. By the way, I stopped wearing my ribbon a few weeks ago. I decided it was a little gauche, especially while lounging at home.