My parents brought a few things that belonged my Grandmother during this past visit. One of the things I was looking forward to the most were her beautiful strawberry dishes. I have such fond memories of these dishes and I can’t remember a time when these weren’t on the table. Among the boxes of knickknacks
So much is going on in my life that sometimes I don’t feel in control of what’s going on around me. I’m needing a time out, I think. But the most beautiful girl in the world is not taking a time out from growing. Kenza is already taller than me. How did that happen? When
So here is my “tan in a tube” arm against my white belly after one application. Not a huge difference, but I’m going to add another layer to the arms and legs and begin Operation Midriff Tan as well, today. So far so good. No streaking when riding or running and I’m not orange. The
Six miles today. 1:05:32. And felt FABULOUS. I’m so slow, but determined. I’m also the palest runner in the world. I’m fish belly white. I’m the whitest white girl on the white block. Why is it that pasty white fat appears fatter than tan fat? I guess fat follows the same basic black principles of
I reckon tomorrow I’ll just keel over dead. Getting old sucks.