me? ACK!!! I can’t do that!

Ladybug? Sure you can, Mama – just . . .

BUTTER

Yeah, that was me – cutting through the water like a hot knife through butter . . . zooming from one end to the other . . . and back again. Surprisingly difficult! My ankles felt like fire – like they were trying to disconnect from my legs – but the POWER in the water! Yeah, that’s what I’m talking about!

You all knew that I am NOT a swimmer, right? Right – I don’t like to put my face in the water (brain eating amoebas and all that – and, oh yeah – water up the nose and the like) – you have to put your face in the water in order to swim!

Nevertheless . . . I am also not one to back down to a challenge – so, zoom I did – and cut my lap time in more than half! Shocked! Fun! (all without putting my face in the water, too – used a kickboard – of course, there WAS a lot of water going up my nose! Sputter, sputter, cough!

JELLY

That, my friends, is what my legs felt like after I got out of the pool . . . and for most of the morning after I got to work – rubbery, slippery, jelly.

It got better through the day – but I am a bit sore tonight.

Sooooooooooooooo in the infamous words of the Ladybug. . . .

it’s all COACH WILL’s fault!

heh

So many times we get caught up in our lives – caught up in the lives of other people – caught up in projects (some good and some not so good – you all know the types) – and we put our hearts and souls into all these things . . . .

. . . . and then they come to an end – or at least the end of our part in them. Such is the Share-A-Square project and the offshoot Bag Project. Yesterday I received the last 5 bags needed (from Japan, no less!) to make up the 70 bags I had promised Shelly I could gather together.

Tomorrow I will box them up and ship them off to Shelly in time for her to take them, along with 140 precious afghans, to the children at Camp Sanguinity. Yes, friends, they are precious – they represent hours of love and work YOU have put into them – and, THAT is precious.

From the bottom of my heart – THANK YOU for helping Shelly reach her goal – thank you for your support in so many ways.

You are each very precious to me!

Here’s a very nice article about the entire project.

Sadly I won’t be able to join Shelly and Sherry and others to deliver the afghans – I had hoped to be able to go along – but, someday I trust and hope that I will get to meet these two dynamic ladies. You’ll all be the first to know when that happens!

No, they really LOVE me! It’s just that some might think a person hates you if he tells you to go on, get out and get on with your life. But to me, that just rings of TRUE LOVE.

And, that is what I heard Monday from my internist. Yeah, I never had an internist before, either. Not until January 20th when I had that pesky little heart attack thing going on. Now I have an internist (or two or three) and a cardiologist – in addition to my urologist from the kidney cancer thang.

And, the all just LOVE me! I am good to go. I am to get out and get on with my life. They are shaking their heads and just saying hmmmmm.

Hmmmm as in – you are now cancer free – come back in six months (instead of the originally planned 3 months).

Hmmmm as in – your bloodwork is FANTASTIQUE! – get outta here – you don’t hafta come back for a YEAR!

Whoot! Just makes this old moosie’s heart go beating on its merry little way.

Oh! and my numbers from that pesky little lipid panel they made me go through? Check out these babies!

Cholesterol = 137
HDL = 52
LDL = 68
Triglycerides = 85

Do you wonder why my doctors all love me? I am in GREAT shape for the shape that I’m in – disgustingly healthy. And, it is SO nice to leave them wondering, you know? yeah!

This week’s Thursday photo theme is Autumn/Fall.

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These pics were taken last Saturday along the banks of Moose River. (Now, just how appropriate is THAT?) I was out trolling for good fall shots and stopped at the Izaak Walton campground in Sterling for these.

Peaceful comes to mind.

are you ready for this?

No, I mean are you REALLY ready for this?

Bacon Salt – because EVERYTHING should taste like bacon . . .

I could tell you the story of Lessa’s Grandma Pauline who fed that child plattersful of bacon – who yelled at us because we could not afford did not buy that baby some bacon – who declared that at least I kept my babies’ clean (but that’s a whole ‘nother story about why I was never good enough for HER baby)

Lessa – this just may be your product of the year . . . do you want it for Christmas?