Ready? Okay!

What is more hilarious than more than a dozen women between 25 - 60 years old learning Cheers in a backyard at night?

Apparently not much! Sheri & I are STILL laughing!

I talked Sheri into joining me at a party hosted by my Sister-In-Law titled "Girl Party". She hesitantly agreed. I promised good food, good wine, net-working, and if nothing else, time for us to get together and laugh.

And laugh we did!

My sister-in-law had us go outside and learn a cheer! There we were 18 women various ages and backgrounds, trying to learn a cheer from a former college cheerleader. Sheri, my other sister-in-law and I stayed in the back, bumping into each other (which brought back memories of trying to do Aerobics w/ that other sister-in-law), and laughing our butts off. Now I remember why I never cheered in school, I am STILL not coordinated!

I do not know or understand what that cheer leading thing in her back yard was about or why. I do know that it was funny. Sheri & I will laugh for years about this one.

Gross

I just scarfed down leftover Pasta Salad. I added olives, cheese, and of course, salt. I sat here cramming it down while typing away.

I looked down at my bowl as I was taking the last bite.

Was that a little mold I see? Nice. Just what I need.

I have food issues. Hopefully I am not going to get sick.

May be awhile before I go for Pasta Salad again!

Cottage Cheese Thighs Payback

I admit it. I was one of those cruel people that noticed women with their pants tight enough to see the dreaded "cottage cheese thighs". I would think to myself, "Gross! Buy larger pants!". I would snicker and swear IF I ever became a woman that had this condition, no one would ever know, as I would ALWAYS conceal it.

Wrong.

I am now a member of the Cottage Cheese Thighs Club.

I know I need to buy a new wardrobe. This unattractive texture just appeared one day. I don't know where the Hell it came from. I do know that it is tougher to hide than I thought. Who can go buy a new wardrobe? Especially, when you have teen daughters that always need something. They come first with clothes.

I promise to get some "bigger" pants asap.

I just pray I don't start showing a "camel toe"!

The Face Of A Criminal

I must look like a criminal. Or have a vehicle that screams "suspicious!". In the past year, I have been tailed by so many police officers.

Yesterday, a police officer followed me to the gas station, waited, then followed me onto the interstate, then my exit, and stayed with me for about 15 minutes before literally turning around in the street. Sergio said it's my truck. He ran my plates and checked me for a stolen vehicle because these little s10's are stolen all the time for parts.

Several months ago, I got the scare of a lifetime. I was traveling North on Keystone and noticed I was being followed by a squad car. Shortly after I was pretty much surrounded ( I counted 4 police cars)and pulled over. As I reached for my drivers license, an officer was at my side requesting me to keep my hands on the wheel. I had officers surrounding me (5 Officers!). They were looking my car over chatting with each other & their radios. I asked what was going on & was told to be quiet & they would explain momentarily. Now mind you, I have two officers with their hands on pistols watching my every move. Finally, I am told my vehicle matched a description of a vehicle in pursuit. (my Impala). No, "Sorry we scared the shit out of you." Just, "You may go now."

No wonder i am a Nervous Nelly! Don't be surprised if one day you see me on "COPS".