Wednesday, March 26, 2008

How I felt on the Schuykill Expressway this morning.......



For those of you not familiar with the Philly area, the Schuykill is pronounced "Skoookle"...emphasis on the ooooooooo


How I felt on the Schukyll Expressway


The cats have the right idea.....


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Another thought....remember Knut the baby polar bear rejected by his mother?  It seems that Lindsay Lohan and Britney Spears aren't the only child stars with serious problems:





It's seems all that limelight has turned the poor creature into an "animal psychopath".  Think Cirque Lodge has any room??


Come to think of it, during my sit on the "Skoookle";, I sorta felt like the Knut on the right

Belated Flower Show Pictures

A couple of weeks ago, Philadelphia held its annual flower show.  I hadn't been in many years and when the opportunity to join a couple of friends to see it arose, I jumped at the chance.  The theme this year was New Orleans.  Not a lot of commentary, just some lovely photos.  Enjoy.....

The Entry to the Show...

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I love orchids....

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The French Quarter

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My friends:

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What I WISH my backyard looked like:

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A beautiful night!

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Tuesday, March 25, 2008


Made a salad with tuna, tomatoes, celery and zucchini in a balsamic vinaigrette - yum.   Made hummus with too much garlic...not yum.  Poor Shari (my trainer), she's gonna earn every cent of her fee. I brushed my teeth and gargled twice and still need to chew mints like crazy.

Random thoughts.....

I worked at home today. Which means that I:

1. Read emails and answered the important ones - while in my pajamas and my fluffy slippers (yes, I admit it, I have them and I LOVE THEM).

2. Read blogs - mixed the work related ones with the fun ones so that I didn't feel TOO guilty.

3. Kept the volume on the laptop up so that I could hear mail come in while I put up my new lamps in the living room, separated which vases I want to put out for recycling.....Let me explain.  My mom turned 80 a couple of weeks back (one of the reasons for absence of blogging) and we received enough flowers to make the house look like a funeral parlor - in fact at one point, Mom did turn to me and ask if she'd died and no one let her in on the joke...cleaned out a cupboard.

4. Took notes in preparation for an interview with a journalist tomorrow regarding one of our products.

5. Played with the cat.

6. Prepped Mom for dialysis.  Which means slathering Lidocaine on her arm and wrapping it in Saran wrap. I kid you not. It makes it less painful when they insert the needles to run the blood through the machine.  It's amazing how child-like the elderly can become.  My mom has suddenly forgotten how to open a tube, make a phone call, or throw anything away. I'm sure it hasn't been sudden, but it's just become so apparent.  I have teenagers, I'm finally at the point where I don't have to be on them every moment, and now I have to be constantly aware for my parent.  I really understand what they mean by sandwich generation. 

7.  Told my son to turn the volume on the music down about six times, but realized it was drowning out the growling and sing song act he does when he's playing video games.  I had hoped it would lessen as he got older, but it hasn't.

8. It's noon and I still have on my fluffy slippers.  At least I put on yoga pants - it's progress.

Sunday, March 2, 2008

Recovery Day......

Because I was instructed (yeah, right!) to take it easy...and because I couldn't put off completing a couple presentations for work any longer, I spent a loverly day on the couch, happily building PowerPoints while watching Lawrence of Arabia and Bridge on the River Kwai.  Am I the only geek for those big 50's/60's epic flicks? 

Saturday, March 1, 2008


I had to go to DC Thursday - to Crystal City actually, to meet with our sales director. I took the train from 30th St to Union Station, carried my laptop tote and handbag and was bundled up like Nanook of the North as it was really blustery and cold.  I took the Metro and walked to the office and when the day was through, walked back and reversed the route back to the train.  Wore nice, comfy ballet flats, so no problem, right?

Well, while I'm no stranger to commuting, it was a pain this time - it's about a 15 minute walk to the Metro every bloody escalator was shut down (there are a few sets of stairs involved if you don't want to walk outside.  I realized that my laptop bag was really poorly suited to power walking while climbing the  third set of stairs and man, ballet slippers offer NO support. 


By Friday night I was limping - my hip and my back were at war with the rest of me.  When I went into the trainer's this morning - it was obvious that working out was not really possible, so the trainer decided to use acupressure to release my poor aching muscles.  Long story short I was so jacked up, that the least pressure point touched was enough to make me elevate off the table.   The blood was rushing to and from every extremity; when they had me sit up, the muscles in my face were twitching like Humphrey Bogart


It's mean when your trainer laughs at you (It's okay - I really didn't mind - really I didn't)

I have one thing to say, I don't care how much it hurts - comfortable shoes are NOT in my future.