Goals --per Susannah's request

Susannah, my daughter, has a tendency to be mean-spirited occasionally. She suggested that I do a goals blog because she is always amused by my efforts to set goals for myself. I suspect that she and Adam, her husband, share this amusement.

For years, I used to post my goals on the bathroom mirror or the refrigerator to remind myself what my goals are. Mind you, I seldom met my goals but somehow, it was comforting for me to post my goals.

So what are my goals for this coming year? Hmmm. I could probably set my annual goal of losing weight but that's a real stetch goal especially when you love chocolate and buttered popcorn as much as I do. I could try to blog daily but I am too fond of reality television and would miss Survivor, the Biggest Loser, the Amazing (Greatest) Race, not to mention Stylista following Top Models. I could try to exercise daily but when I wake up, I have to catch the news, drink 1.5 cups of coffee, make 1.5 trips to the bathroom, and then talk to my daughter on the phone while she drives to work.

No....I must have realistic goals that will inspire me and others. So here goes:

This upcoming year:

(1) I'm going to be the best grandmother that I can be to Anderson. I'll buy a web cam for me and Suz and introduce myself to him daily as he and his mom bathe. Aah-HA, Suz --you are reading this.

(2) I'm going to be the best wife to Bob that I can be. I'll listen to his stories, learn to play chess, and ignore the small blue packets of sugar substitute that he leaves all over the kitchen. I'll try to view them as a crumb trail and follow them as if I'm heading out for my newest adventure. Wonder where they will lead?

(3) I'm going to come home from work at 5:00 pm. Just last night, I came home early and then talked on the phone to doctors until 8 pm. But I was home. By the time, I got off the phone, poor Bob was snoozing it up a storm.

(4) I'm going to recruit a neurosurgeon. My boss has promised me a bonus and that's a worthy goal. Who did I talk to last night? Two neurosurgeons.

Do you see where this is leading??? If you give me a goal, I'm a goner. For example, Susannah told me that a good gift for Adam would be a red and white striped shirt with the Bama logo on it and they found one at Steinmart. What did I do? Within 15 minutes of hanging up, I was at Steinmart's, combing the men's section.

I know it's sick. So that's really my 5th goal. (5) I'm going to have no further goals.

Well....maybe just one.......I plan to be in bed everynight with Bob by 10 pm. Oops, I think I've just missed that one, too.

Read me later......toodles

The holiday blues

Yesterday, I felt lousy...got up, tried to clear my head with my new generic nasal spray thanks to my economizing insurance carrier and ended up retching. Bob, of course, ever the teacher for 38 years was monitoring my vomiting attempts and reminded me that I really didn't have any signficant output despite my pitiful attempts. He encouraged me to buck up and go to work. Because I didn't want to disappoint him and Emma who is very worried about where the next Old Roy will be coming from, nor did I want to become a role model for my daughter who uses the frailest excuses to stay home just to watch her baby grow, I bundled up, fought the cold and actually had a good day at work.



Today was different though. I had the ugghs. I wanted to lie down all day and just pull the cover over me. No pain, no headache, just pitiful attempts to cough with my ribs sore from my retching. No major event at work, no crisis, no hurt feelings....just yucky me.



Bob, who has a minor in counseling, tried to flag a fellow counselor who was taking a walk around our street while waiting for his son to get out of school at HA. Unsuccessfully, thank God...but , after probing my deepest thoughts and (I suspect) having received the American Express bill, he decisively diagnosed that I had the holiday blues..which he felt could be best avoided by my not spending any more money for Chrstmas. We (meaning me), he resolved, need to limit our spending.



Hmmmmmm....I have resolved to not share any more blah stories with my sweetie pie. If I could just figure how to reroute the American Express bill, I think we'll both be happier.



To dah loo......

Blogging 101

Susannah, my daughter, has convinced me to start blogging because she wants to read my innermost thoughts. She will be sadly disappointed to learn that my thoughts are as unfertile as my phone conversations.

Today is a miserable November day that is threatening to freeze. Unfortunately, we have to rescue our fig trees and ferns outside. The solarium (sunroom) is starting to fill up with all the plants that can be salvaged. Bob has been napping (actally sleeping because I could hear him snoring from the other side of the house) all afternoon and when he returns from his Stephen Ministry meeting at 5, we'll make a mad dash and drag in some bedraggled (and protesting) plants to spend the winter in our cozy sunroom (I'm teasing of course--the average temp in our house is slightly above freezing).

In the meantime, Winston, our Biscuits mutt from the Montgomery animal shelter, is demanding to be fed and is head-butting me to feed him now. Toodaaloo for now.. read me later........