Stream of consciousness…

I’m looking for a photo.. one I LOVE of me… one to motivate me to get back into shape… ok, yeah, so the cardio part of losing weight has been impossible due to my foot injury, but today I got a loverly (as if) cortisone shot to the heel, and should be feeling good again in a day or so, and the doc recommended getting right back to it… to see really what we’re looking at for degree of problem with my plantar fasciitis (PF)…  oh the fun!  Right now it’s throbbing from the pain of the shot… and the coming home and standing on it for 2 hours while I vacuumed the pool (the pond somehow miraculously has disappeared)… 

Yes, its starting to sound like babble.. hence the title… 

Yeah, I still can’t find that awesome photo, the one of me at Camp, with Amy Rudolph and her lovely hubby Mark Carroll, they were such a great couple to have at camp that year…  great with the staff, the kids, and with us… it was my first year at camp that I actually had some fun… 

it’s got to be somewhere.. but I did find some cute photos while I was hunting…

 

ummmm when can we go strawberry picking in PA?  I mean.. in NC, it was around NOW that we were doing all our berry picking… mmmm yum… strawberries… 

 

How many wishes do you get if you actually can blow all the seeds off of MORE than one ‘wishing flower’ in one breath?

 

If I were a cat.. I could catch the darn moles and chipmunks that tortured Chewy till the day she died (no, I’m not kidding, she was chasing chipmunks in the yard even on the day she died)… 

For a while I only thought we had chipmunks torturing the dogs, however, it turns out that seconds before that photo of the hole above was taken, I saw a little mole run out of it, into another hole! Murphy was above this spot, on our stacked stone wall (that the dog and kids aren’t allowed on, but I’m constantly shooing off of)… 

See.. look at him (*oh and yes.. see the pond turned back into the pool after hours and hours of vacuuming and loads of chemicals)…

I’m not the only one who’s really looking forward to camp starting…  the kids claim a golf cart almost as soon as our feet touch the earth of the camp facility!

Man do I make cute babies.. I can’t believe the little girl isn’t that small anymore… where have the days gone??

I don’t want another day like Monday for a very very long time.. Pooh on you Monday!  Thank goodness you’re in the past… (as is that hair cut.. bleh?!?!?!)

oh… guess what I finally found…