Does This Make My A@@ Look Fat???.....

So I'm sorting through my spring/summer wardrobe, and lo and behold, all (ALL) my lovely summer tunic dresses are too big for me... (YAY on one hand, SH!T on the other), what to do what to do?... Do I want to keep them hanging in my closet on the off chance that I'll binge myself back into them?... hell no!-won't happen...Do I want to give them away? - nice idea, but we're talking about a dozen dresses that I paid quite a bit of money for, which leads me to my second dilemma (YAY on one hand, SH!T on the other), maybe I'll see if I can consign them...but now I have to turn around and invest in new dresses which means more money... hmmm, consignment shop it is.

...Wait!!! I'll Save You!!!.....

Thanks to the knowledgeable folks over at St. John's Ambulance, I have been recertified with First Aid / CPR / AED training level C. If you're not paying attention and slice your thumb on a rotary saw, I can save you AND your thumb...if you're stupid enough to give your infant smarties and they start choking, I can save your baby AND give you a slap upside the head and then treat you for concussion....if you're out skiing and some idiot runs over your leg breaking the tibia, I can splint you AND get you to the hospital with a smile on your face....If you dump scalding oil on your arm, I can run you under cool water (and no mom, no butter on the burn!!!!)...I CAN save you!!!!

Of all the training courses I've been on in the last few years, it's nice to say it's something you know, but I sure hope I never have to use it.

Hey, as long as it's not my blood, I'm good to go!

Wordless Wednesday

Mrs. Pot & Ms. Kettle....

One day Mrs. Pot said to Ms. Kettle

You've stopped blogging, I'm testing your mettle

So, says Ms. Kettle to Mrs. Pot

Our blogspots were beginning to rot

Til you reminded me our blogs are in need of revival.....LOL

Tis May....

The sun was warm but the wind was chill.

You know how it is with an April day

When the sun is out and the wind is still,

You're one month on in the middle of May.

But if you so much as dare to speak,

A cloud comes over the sunlit arch,

A wind comes off a frozen peak,

And you're two months back in the middle of March.

Robert Frost