Well the long weekend is over. Or I guess the short one depending on the view that you take of it.
Since I worked 3 of the 4 days and was only able to actually enjoy about 1/2 of today (the other 1/2 was spent catching up on sleep) I guess it could be said to be a short weekend.
The weekend actually started out fairly well.
MIL had never really been to a garage sale before. I guess in Puerto Rico the people there are very picky about their stuff. Brand new is the ONLY way to go. Unless of course someone wants to give it to you for free. Then whatever "it" is, is good enough. They don't like to pay for used things. Which is kinda odd in that there are so many people on the island who are so poor I would think they would be happy to have anything. No matter if it were used.
So MIL thought it was wonderful to see such "wonderous" things and at such cheap prices. She does not have a problem with getting used things. Though she is a bit stuck on name brand items. So given 1/2 a chance she will always go with the name.
She got a vaccuum for $5. And man let me tell you she was like a kid in a candy store over that one! LOL
I was pretty excited as I found 2 pair of jeans and 3 pair of shorts ~ALL SIZE 16!!!~ for a net cost of $6!!! And they all fit. Can't tell you how good it felt to try them all on at home and have one after the other fit. It was somewhat surreal.
Let's see what else happened this weekend..............hhhmmmmmmm......well Dh had gotten me a ride in a glider at our local airport. For those of you who may not know what that exactly means it is basically a small airplane with no engine or propellors. A pilot sits in a seat behind you controlling everything while you sit in the front seat, which by the way is the best spot for viewing everything. There is a small Cessna plane that pulls you up into the sky and when you are up high enough, high enough being determined by how much you spent LOL, they pop the rope that is holding the glider and plane together and from there on out you glide on the air currents.
Depending on the weather and the temp outside you could be up there for 2 hours!!! I have gone one other time when dh got it for me as a b-day present.
Of course that time I was considerably bigger and the flight didn't last nearly as long as I expect this one to. I was suppose to go up today but due to some stormy weather coming in I have to postpone it for later this week.
I will certainly be on here telling you guys all about it when it is over.
Okay what else....?
Oh yeah! I remember. I think it was about a week and a half ago that I was saying how I felt like I had lost most of my motivation blah, blah, blah.
Well today while I was at the store I needed to pick up some dogfood. Since I was in a hurry I reached down and grabbed up the biggest bag that they had. Barely noticing that the poundage on it was 44.1
pounds. Though it is funny. I mean .1
pounds......what is that like 3 extra kernals of food. Am I really getting that .1?
Anywho I digress. LOL
So I start walking back to the front of the store with the 44.1
pound bag of dogfood slung up and over my right shoulder. The more steps I take the heavier that stupid bag of food got. Then it suddenly hit me! That was very nearly the same amount of weight that I had lost!!!! AMAZING!
How can it be that when I weighed that much more that I couldn't notice it so much.
I felt like I should take every piece of dogfood out of that bag and glue it to my butt and gut and then I would have a really good feel for how much I use to weigh.
As it was I got home and told dh that I had a surpise for him. As he came around the car I handed him the bag of food. He nearly dropped it! When I told him that it weighed the same amount that I had lost he was very impressed.
Oh and the last thing.
Somehow or other I am not sure how but I did something to my left shoulder. It hurts soooo badly. It actually feels like the shoulder is not where it should be. If that makes any sense. For the most part it doesn't bother me to much. But given the right motion or movement and it brings a sharp cry of pain and tears to my eyes.
Dh is insisting that I go to see the doctor tomorrow. As the doc knows that I have re-occurring problems with my shoulders due to the nature of my old job. He has suggested that if it kept up he would give me some cortisone shots straight in to the shoulder.
The whole thought of that scares the dickens right out of me. I don't like needles at all!!!!
And I have heard that even though in the end it all works out for the good, that it hurts really badly when they are putting the needle in.
So I guess I will have to weigh the one pain against the other.
Especially since as it stands there is no way that I could do my classes at the YMCA. I don't even think that could swim if I had to. Especially since swimming involves a total rotation of the shoulder.
Well that is basically my weekend.
Not very exciting I know.
But that is my life.