another good day

It is Thursday and I need to go to work, but can't get my body to listen to me. Went to the Zumba Class,thought I was in great shape, realized I can't move any of my body from the waist down in a normal way. I am going to try Zumba for Seniors to make me feel better about myself. Two weeks until we hear where Peter is going on his mission. I will miss the afternoon servant, but he needs to get a life. But last night he made the best enclairs, and they looked beautiful. Matthew went to school today and did his homework on the way in the car, oh that brougth back memories of 40 years ago. I told my girls Sunday that I use to think I could pray my way into an A on the way to the test, because that was how I viewed Perfect Faith. I wish someone had told me about studying and then praying, it would have been a lot easier, and far better test scores, although I must say I did graduate.
Well it is going to be a good day and I am on my way to work at Barnes and Noble and the Post Office. I love the Post Office they are so nice to me. I just go in and relax and leave. Barnes and Noble has lots of over qualified people so I am just among the other people that thought the Perfect faith was reading the book while driving to class and hoping that somehow the knowledge dripped into the brain.
Well this is a great way to journal. Keeping it positive and good.
I am a little concerned that I am still finding people the are living the High School life even after High School. It is like they are in time warp and can't get out. It's just that they all seem to move into the same area that I have lived in for the passed 22 years. I have met a lot more people that are not still living the High School Life so I know that most people move on. Just an interesting thougth to ponder in the future.

another day

Since no one will be reading this except, maybe Samantha, this is my new journal. Got up at 3:30 a.m. today and then baked a new muffin recipe, it was good( Michael thought it was fantastic, but then that's because it wasn't cold cereal). Called gooseberry and they are sending me a new cookbook for free( I love free), what a deal, it does pay to be aggressive(or old and a little daff). Going to Zumba class in an hour, I am nervous. Can't figure out why I am nervous to be with a bunch of other women who have no rhythm,if you can't spell it how can you have it, or energy. Christmas is in boxes, how did they grow from what I put out when I am downsizing? I wonder how these things happen. Matthew got up for Seminary with out a major coupe and that gives me the energy of a much younger women when I don't have to nag anyone. Received a little letter from my Opera, ballerina friend and she sent me a $2 bill to start my IRA. Do I look like I need $2, I've got to get a new outfit if I go again. Well this is going to be a good day, it isn't even 8:00 and I have done laundry, dishes, baked, been on the phone, got a free cookbook and all the fine points of the day, going to Zumba and I can call it a day. I am reading Lovely Bones, that is a freaky book!

It is January 11, 2010 and I am writing to keep me going on my new resolves. Woke up at 3:00 a.m., because I am an idiot or as my son,John says under employeed. Did the paper route, went back to bed. Got up at 7:45 and took Matthew to McDonalds and school ( he went).
Came home wrote in my Weight Watchers book what I ate and added the points. Weight Watchers membership ends January 17 so have to weigh in a few times before I try this on my own and take the money and run. Will walk today and then tomorrow am doing Zumba, arranged for 10 other women to be there, that means I am on my own. Am going to take Christmas down today and tomorrow( I hope) Need to finish Lovely Bones and the other books I borrowed. Note to self do not borrow books it makes me nervous, which makes me eat, which makes me nervous, which makes me eat. Note to self quit thinking so much and do not eat.

Let the Blogging begin! Enjoy! Much love, S. Leigh.

"I don't want to drive up to the pearly gates in a shiny sports car, wearing beautifully, tailored clothes, my hair expertly coiffed, and with long, perfectly manicured fingernails. I want to drive up in a station wagon that has mud on the wheels from taking kids to scout camp. I want to be there with a smudge of peanut butter on my shirt from making sandwiches for a sick neighbors children. I want to be there with a little dirt under my fingernails from helping to weed someone's garden. I want to be there with children's sticky kisses on my cheeks and the tears of a friend on my shoulder. I want the Lord to know I was really here and that I really lived." - Marjorie Pay Hinckley