Oh, Roy just got back from his ride and has gone outside to tackle the soaker hose project. I know he will do a good job and I will have an ice cold Coke Zero for him when he comes inside.
I really, really want to blog about the dentist in Iowa that fired his assistant because she was too cute but I think I will write about that another time. So instead I will write about this heart monitor. With the last one I wore in 2011, I began not wearing it at night because it is a sleep stealer but now the powers that be and I hope this data is not being followed by the government, and the high tech ability, they know when I am wearing and not wearing the monitor. The cell phone that picks up all the data wirelessly and transfers it rats me out every time. So alarms go off, loudly I might add and sometimes you get a phone call letting you know that they know you don't have the monitor on. Uh, yea, so like I was taking a shower.... I may have to call them because the sticky pads are not treating my sensitive skin too kindly. This monitor has a neck strap instead of a clip so you can see all the wires at times. I have four electrodes on me. Roy said he is so glad we are not flying anywhere any time soon but he has teased me that when we are out and about he just might have to yell, oh my goodness, there are wires coming out of that woman, she's wired! And then he will hit the ground in the roll, duck and cover position that every baby boomer knows about and practiced the maneuver in elementary school. Yes, my school desk with gum underneath it was going to save me from a nuclear bomb. My biggest problem after surviving? Getting the gum out of my hair.
Today Peggy and I went to a Sip and See for our friend from CBS who had a little girl in June. So much fun to see friends and even run into the Rachel who was the Spa Nordstrom manager back in the day about ten years ago when I was there probably, oh maybe weekly. There were so many cute ideas and Pinterest gets all the credit and the glory. I told Peggy we should have a non Pinterest styled party, but really that wouldn't be too big of a challenge for us.
I will leave you with this beautiful picture. Over on a FB page of alumni of Albert Sidney Johnston Jr High, someone posted this picture from my senior year. There I am wearing number 8. It is our volleyball team picture and Beth is in the bottom left hand corner. She was the team manager. I think we had to climb the fence at Gooney Golf to have this picture taken. Oh to be able to climb a fence...No, oh to be able to sit crossed legged like this again. I can dream.....