My Favorite Alarm Clock

I am truly not a morning person. But who actually is? Who likes to here the beep-beep-beep of an alarm?  Who doesn’t push the snooze button a time or two? My husband! That’s who!

I like the wake up process to be slow and gentle. I don’t want to talk with anyone until all of the cobwebs have been removed from the gaps between the gray matter in my brain. Those sticky webs grab the back of my eyelids and draw them closed unless I have my favorite alarm clock.

What is my favorite alarm clock?

It’s not soft country music or the ‘Old Phone’ ringtone I have on my phone. It’s not the phone vibrating right off the nightstand.  It’s not even the corgi trying to lick my face. What is it?

There’s nothing better in the morning than my husband waking me up with a delicious cappuccino and a kiss on the forehead.

That's my favorite alarm clock!

The smell of the coffee and his kiss is what I look forward to every day. Why does he do it?

Which would you rather see in the morning?

How Far Should I Run?

Every so often I go on a run with my two friends who run marathons, bike 150 miles for Multiple Sclerosis and swim across Lake Washington. The logical question for the fair weather jogger is; “How far are we going?” Both are such good sports with their tagalong friend, stopping at corners to make sure I haven’t dropped dead.

When I ask myself how far I can run today, I usually listen to my inner plumbing. I’ll go as far as Betty bladder will let me. I have no intentions of taking a detour from the main path to find a tree where I can hide what my spandex cannot.

On a recent run, while waiting for the crossing light, one of the gals asked if I had head the nettles story. Nettles…stinging nettles?  One could only imagine.

There is nothing worse than coming home from a long run wishing you had identified the prickly assailant before you exposed your sensitive areas to the sticky hairs that itch like crazy.

How far do I run? To the next public restroom!

For an image and further information about stinging nettles go to

http://landscaping.about.com/od/weedsdiseases/ig/weed-plants/Stinging-Nettle-Photo.htm

Where Did I Park?

I love those big supermalls. For a lady who is always on the go, checking off items on the “Honey do” list (OK…“Honey NEEDS these shoes” list) satisfies that small part of my concrete sequential brain. Now the larger remaining portion of my brain is not only random but it’s getting older. I’m not quite ready to use the term, ‘senior moment ‘but I fear it will soon creep into the vernacular.

I was at our local supermall the other day with my friend picking up a few plants for the empty patio pots. We walked out of the store looking at each other wondering where we parked. We laughed at each other knowing this isn’t the first time this has happened to either of us. Both shared past happening while we searched for the car. I do have to say that my friend’s most recent mental mishap made me laugh and therefore needed to be shared.

There’s nothing worse than searching for your car in the rain for 20 minutes after which you realize that your car isn’t in the parking lot at Marshals because you came in at Sports Authority on the other side of the mall.

Where is that darn car?

For those of you who aren’t seniors yet; What is your favorite moment?