Ingrown, Outgrown

When you get too big for your britches, you say you’ve outgrown them.

So, when you have shrunk down a size, do you say you’ve ingrown them??

All this is very relevant to me today, because…. Wait for it…..

I’ve lost 1 pant size!!

So excited!

Last few days I’ve noticed my jeans being a little loose.  The 2nd day I wore them, they were so loose, I had to clutch them to keep them up.

Yes, I wear my jeans 2 days in a row.  Gasp.

Don’t you judge me!  I know some of you do it too!  You just don’t say it out loud to 40 people like I do!

(This was waaay back in June.  Now it’s probably another size, but I can’t afford to go get a new pair of pants to find out!)

Wait!

AHA!  The light comes on!

AHA! The light comes on!

I can go to the store, try them on, and NOT buy them!  What???? That is pure heresy !!  How will the stores make any money, if everybody did that?  Well….

  1. Not everybody is losing weight, like me.
  2. Not everybody is dirt poor, like me.
  3. Not everybody is shooting for minimalism, like me.
  4. Not everybody is creative, like me.
  5. Not everybody is willing to do whatever it takes, to find out their new pants size, like me!
  6. Not everybody toots their own horn, like me!

Enough already!  😉

So, maybe I will, or maybe I won’t, go try on pants and not buy.  If this offends your sensibilities, I won’t tell ya, so you won’t be upset!  I’m only thinking of you, here!

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Recovery, Two Ways

Lately, (since May) recovery has meant 2 things around here.

My learning to declutter and clean, recovering from slobbery, and healing physically and emotionally, recovering health.

Both are important.  Both are extremely hard for me.  I’m not used to being a cleanie, which I am NOT yet!! By any stretch of the imagination! But I am working twards it, which is an improvement, ask any body EVER who has visited me on a non-party day!  Putting myself first so I can heal is also difficult.  I’m more accustomed to helping others.

So, if I talk about physical recovery, it’s still under the definition of my blog, to my way of thinking.  If you disagree, well… my blog, etc,etc

Trying to decide how to show a pic of my physical recovery.  (whirring sounds while brain works. Yes, like everything else these days, my brain makes audible noises while active.  Joints creaking, anybody?)

slob, humor, animals

I had to have this pic cuz Mama loves giraffes!

I love my zebra legs.  While I was in rehab for my knee  surgery 2 years ago, I asked my sis Michelle, to get me some purple duct tape to personalize my walker.  (In the nursing home, everybody and their brother had one, and I didn’t want mine to get lost in the shuffle.) Sadly, the store she chose was out of purple that day, so she chose zebra print, which just happened to be my niece’s favorite.  So, she got the rest of the roll.

When I graduate to a wheelchair, I’ll just spray paint the whole sucker.  (I asked Hoveround about their color choices, none of which were purple.  I think if you pay that much money for something, they jolly well should make it the color You want.)  But if not, I’ll take care of it myself.