RESURRECTION TIME!

No, I'm not talking about Easter and the "ultimate" resurrection. I'm talking about the bringing back to life something that's been in the corner of the basement for way over fifteen years. drum roll please . . . my treadmill. It broke down and I could never bring myself to give it away or throw it away. So, this last weekend, Tarzan BROUGHT IT BACK TO LIFE!!!! Of course, the digital stuff doesn't work, so I can't see how SLOW I GO but I'm okay with that. I won't be able to tell if my burning legs are only burning about two calories a minute and I'm okay with that too. It would probably be depressing so I'm thinking ignorance is bliss. Two days now in a row that I've given it a work out (it has to be a work out on it as well as me). They say to work out with a friend and I'm considering this treadmill my very old friend. I hope to find time for this friend several times a week. Since my April 15th goal is coming up, and I've lost . . . okay, NOTHING, at least I'll have started to exercise a bit. Hey, anything is better than nothing, right? So, bright and early, think of me, with my loud (fifteen years ago they were not quiet) friend with calves burning. Go back to sleep for me, please.

PATRIDGE FAMILY CHEESEY? REALLY?

So last weekend Tarzan and I and Molly took a quick trip to Las Vegas. En route, I was the Entertainment Director (ipod music management) and I thought I was doing a really great job. Tarzan took a phone call that was fairly long (thirty minutes) and so I put on the stuff that he doesn't care for but I like until he was finished. This would include Ambrosia, Carly Simon, Madonna, etc. He got off the phone and I immediately put on his driving faves, i.e., Kenny Chesney, The Eagles, and his all time favorite - Billy Joel. Then I switched to a few of my favorite oldies, in particular, a number by The Rasberries called "Go All the Way." Okay, this has some great rock and roll parts in it that I really love. What was his comment?

Tarzan: Who is this? (in a snarly way)

Me: The Rasberries

Tarzan: Hesitation, then "This is SO PARTRIDGE FAMILY CHEESEY!"

Me: "But what about this part - it's so cool."

Tarzan: "It's SO CHEESY. Do you really like this stuff?"

Me: I'd like to introduce myself. I'm Laurie Russell.

Tarzan: No sound, only rolls his eyes.

So, apparently my husband does not know the full gamut of music that I adore. My ipod has everything from Bay City Rollers (MAJOR EYE ROLL), to AC/DC and everything in between. I quit my job as Entertainment Director and turned the ipod over to Molly. Apparently, she doesn't have PARTRIDGE FAMILY CHEESEY TASTE.

And, just for the record, I do not nor ever will have David Cassidy OR the Partridge Family on my ipod.

Nixon

MY LATEST DRUG OF CHOICE

Wow. I've recently come to the conclusion that I have a very ADDICTIVE personality. I just didn't realize it until my latest drug-of-choice caught hold of me and didn't let go. What drug you ask? Yarn. Yeah, I know, it's way granny-like, but on a recent girls weekend one of my BFFs taught me how to make the CUTEST hats and now it's become an addiction. I can't go to bed without having made one. I think about different colors/types of yarn during the day. If I come within 100 yards of Roberts or Michaels or JoAnns I'm toast. I lose control. But aren't these the cutest things EVER?!!! I figure it's healthier than true drugs or alcohol but I'm not sure it's much less expensive! And the embellishments. They are like the icing on the cake. Oh, great, now I'm thinking about cake. Anyway, I'll post a few so you can start to understand WHY I CAN'T STOP.

p.s. That's why I've been so lame about blogging. It's the drug taking over. Any spare time I have you can find a crochet needle in my clutches.

NEW NEW YEAR'S RESOLUTION! GET CONTROL!

In my world, I have realized that I don't have control over much, if anything. I don't have control over world peace. I don't have control over the health care quandry. I can live with that fact. What I don't understand is why I don't have control over my piddly, every day things. First, I don't have control over my housework. Just when I think I've got it ALMOST under control, BAM! something in my mind changes my FOCUS! Baxter, Scooter and Marley KNOW I don't have control over them. I can lecture and lecture and they don't listen. They just go back into the garbage can, sniff out something disgusting, and drag it through the house. My girlies listen about as well. I'll mention to one or the other "have you seen my MAC eyeliner?" Answer: (in a high, sweet, almost squealie voice) "No. uh, uh." The next morning, wow, a miracle has occurred, said eyeliner is on the bathroom counter. I'll lecture and lecture and NO ONE cares! One of my favorite books is "The Ladder of Years" by Anne Tyler. Whenever I pull this book out my husband is on alert. It's about a middle aged woman whose family pretty much just doesn't see her. She has control over absolutely nothing. Her family goes on vacation to a beach house on the coast and while they're at the beach she takes a walk and just keeps walking . . . yep, just keeps a going. So, Tarzan, knowing the plot of this book, tends to take notice when it's pulled out at bedtime. I guess as long as he notices that, I'll give him credit! Something else that hinders my "control" are silly sitcoms. I can be focused on a cleaning task and if an episode of King of Queens comes on that I'm especially fond of, even though I can say the lines verbatim, I'll stop what I'm doing and once again, lose control of my tasks!!! I'd have done better with the control/focus thing if I'd lived in the days of early television where you had three channels to choose from and plan your day accordingly. Today, I can find something EVERY HOUR OF THE DAY . It's a BAD habit that I've got to get control over. So, in my venture to lose said bad habit maybe I'll gain a little control. A little less Doug Heffernan might help me get a little more control.