A Second Chance

Going to the gym and forgetting my purse is becoming a habit.  A bad habit. This morning I was so focused on getting to the gym that I did it again.

Five minutes away from the gym, I realized I did not have my purse, but I wasn’t about to return home.  That would have cut into my workout.  I would rather take my chances and get stop by the local police.  Slow your roll girl!  I made sure to follow the speed limit, especially in the 25 mph zones.

My day blew by!

Nearly two hours working mostly on my back and a little shoulder.  I have no idea why, but today a couple of folks wanted to stop and chat.  Me… Mrs. Chit Chat was trying to get through my workout.  Ear buds neatly tucked in, head boppin and all… it did not stop them from getting my attention.

One was a couple.  The guy age 65 (he told me), who looked every bit 10 years plus younger.  Nice body!  I could tell he knew what he was doing in the gym.  The girl… well… nice. Huge 80’s style hair, very thin, and bright eyes and pretty smile.   The gentleman complimented me on my physique.

Moving from the cable equipment to the back machines, a 50ish looking male with a solid body stops me… his white hair gave his age away.

“I’ve been watching you!  Your form is excellent! You are doing everything right!  Keep doing what you are doing kiddo!”

“Kiddo!”  Lol!  He has not idea I’m well over 40.  Love it! I thank him and go to put my ear buds back in.  He leans over to tell me that he is or was (I forget) a personal trainer for years.  It took me like 4 or 5 attempts before he finally stopped talking.   Although I did respond, I needed to get back to my workout.

Yes, I finally got through it.  I got home by noon, just in time to meet “Arnold” who runs a home cleaning service.  I need someone to clean my home.  I can’t do it anymore.. truthfully, I don’t want to do anymore, so I’m not. We were suppose to me to discuss my needs, prices, and availability.

I race in the door, quickly fix my post workout meal (oats & eggs) and wolf it down.  15 minutes later.  Where’s Arnold?

I can’t wait, I’ve got things to do. In 2 1/2 hours, I did Shoprite, Bed Bath & Beyond, BJ’s, Macy’s, and the dreaded Walmart.  Hold up…  I don’t hate Walmart, but there are certain times that you do not shop at Walmart in my area and I was in the heart of it. But since I have a busy week, I put my music in my ear and braved the madness.  Lol!

Once home, I cooked a big pot of chilly and prepped a pot of kale.  I called the nail salon. It was 3:45 p.m., the salon’s last appointment was 4:30.  I turned the chili on low and tell hubby to watch it.  It’s Sunday afternoon football; that was a dangerous move.  I was smart enough not to turn the kale on. I called him on my way home from the salon to turn the pot on.

I raced out the door 10 minutes later and got to the nail place at 4:16.  The best thing about driving on a Sunday afternoon is that, at least here in South Jersey, everybody is somewhere watching football.  The roads were clear.  Thank God!


Yay I got my nails done!  Those sparkles on the black polish are still growing on me, but guess what.  This chica is #happy about getting my nails done today.

#100 Happy Days Challenge #Day 26

Question.  How do you not engage in conversation at they gym?  The social butterfly that I am, loves to chat; however, on most days, I need to skip the chatter.  Should I buy BIGGER headphones?  Any  tips?  Oh please do share.

Geez… do you know what time it is?  Oh gosh… it’s past my bed time.  I really must go.

I hope you had a great weekend.  I did.  B’Dazzle’s JV football team beat another team 36-0!  Sweet!  He did his job as nose guard very well.

Okay.. I’m going this time.  For real!  Lol!

Oh  wait… at 6:54 p.m. Arnold (the owner of the cleaning service) texts me the following:

Wow, I just remember(ed) now, supposed to be there noon time today, completely forgot.  It’s Arnold.  Apology, do you want me to go (come) another time?  Really sorry.

OMG!!  LOL!!  Arnold came highly recommended by a neighbor. Everyone makes mistakes.  I believe in second chances, so I did reschedule. If he forgets this time, it’s a wrap and I will move down my list of recommended cleaning companies.

Serious… Sweet dreams!  🙂

Think Before You Speak


Last week we celebrated our 26th wedding anniversary. Considering how young we were when we married, it is an amazing milestone. A follower of this blog suggested I expand on the lessons learned.  So in addition to my regular posts, I will further elaborate on each lesson.

The goal is not to exploit our personal experiences but instead to prevent others from making the same mistakes. Dr. Maya Angelo said it best, “When you get, give. When you learn, teach.”

“I learned that speaking my raw opinion, without considering hubby’s feelings was inconsiderate and to think before I speak.”

As a child I carefully observed the adults around me give tongue lashings (deserving or not) to one another. Only the children were expected to bite their tongue.

Occasionally I tried to express my opinion but mom wasn’t having any of that nonsense. A quick backhand to the lips stifled further opinions from exiting my mouth. Adulthood and freedom of speech wouldn’t come soon enough.

At 17, hubby and I hooked up. From the outside looking in, I appeared to be a thin, innocent and harmless girl, but cross me in smallest way and I exploded like a match to gasoline. Boom! 🔥

We rarely argued, but I remember our first one well. I just didn’t know when to shut up. He was upset with me for offering the use of his new engine red Toyota 4 x 4 pick up.

Instead of letting the conversation end as he did, I continued to push the envelope and pointlessly rant and rave about how I felt. The world revolved around me (so I thought) and that’s all that mattered.

My rant and rave led to a physical altercation. No, he’s too much of a man to hit me. He slightly pushed me and I ridiculously went off. Swinging and punching, calling him and his family outrageous names and threatening bodily harm. Absolutely out of control and for no valid reason.

His feelings were hurt and I was too self-absorbed to recognize that I hurt his feelings. Today we laugh about the incident and several others where my mouth escalated situations unnecessarily.

Words can cut deeper than a knife. In some cases, they leave permanent scars. Apologizing doesn’t always take the pain away.

My displaced anger and a lack of self-control was damaging.

When you have something to say to your significant other, especially when you’re angry, stop. Breath. I mean really take a deep breath and slowly let it out of your mouth.

Then ask yourself, if you really mean what you are about to say and how you would feel if your partner mouthed your words to you. You probably wouldn’t like it, so don’t go there. Sometimes it is best to say absolutely nothing that than to mouth words you’ll later regret.

Sweet dreams!