A Presidential Story

It’s convention season.  And who should be the featured speaker at our conference this week, but George W.  Don’t turn the channel on me, this isn’t a political rant.  It’s a funny story.  I didn’t know how funny he is.  He had us in stitches.

It was a really big deal to have the President with us.  I’ve never heard a President speak in person.  So I was really interested in attending. Security was very tight.  No camera’s, no note taking, but can I help it if I remember a story?

If the Secret Service comes to take me away, I hope I can count on one of you to come bail me out.

W asked if we’d like to hear a story about Putin?  Everyone said yes.

So here’s what I remember of the story that GW told:

‘Putin came to Camp David, and we were walking with the interpreter, and I asked him if he’d like to meet my dog, Barney.  You might remember Barney, he was a little Scottish Terrier.  Well, Putin dissed my dog.  When Barney came out to greet him, Putin didn’t say it, but his body language said ‘ you call that a dog?’.  Well Barney was about the only friend I had in Washington, and that kinda ticked me off.  Not too long after that Laura and I were in Moscow at Putin’s place.  He asked me if I’d like to meet his dog.  Out comes this massive hound.  He says, ‘now this is a dog.’  I didn’t say anything back.  When we got on Airforce 1 I said to Condi Rice, do you know what Putin said to me?  ‘My dog is bigger than your dog’.

We all laughed.  His delivery was so dry.  And the way he kept saying Putin, it was more like poo-tin the verb vs Putin the name. All the bathroom jokes I’ve heard came to mind.

So that’s the fun I’ve been having this week.  Funny Presidents….who knew?

Springtime on the Guadelupe River

They don’t say “Gwa-deh-loo-pay” where I’m from.

They say “Gwa-deh-loop”, I can’t tell you why they actually lost a syllable on that word.  Texans are notorious for adding syllables to words with their drawls. 

However you say it, it’s a beautiful little river in S. Texas. 

It’s starting to hit the 90 degree mark, and we need some rain.

But such a beautiful day to be out, and enjoying the peaceful water.


The body is a remarkable machine.

As I kick up into the headstand, my instructor spots me so I don’t dump over.  I will never forget her remark, “you have really strong legs, you need to relax into the stand”.  

I’ve come to learn that the headstand, while intimidating at first, is only a first step to empowerment. 

It’s an empowering move for sure, and I’m getting stronger all the time. I can’t wait to see what I can do next. 

Maybe it was Memphis

Conventions, travel, food, and some interesting sites.

The grandeur of the lobby, the opulence of the ceilings were a great treat to enjoy at the Peabody. 

Yes, I gathered with the other tourists to watch the ducks.  It was cute.

We had a reception on the roof at sunset.  The river swollen and at flood stages.

The city is a bit dirty, decaying, and dangerous. So we kept to our packs, and didn’t venture out alone.

I’m ready to get home to my own bed, pillow, pups, and peeps.

Going away is a great adventure, but coming home is a treat.


A time for rest and reflection,

A time for family and peace.

We had some cold air blow in last night.

One last respite before the heat of summer.


I’m grateful that tomorrow starts my Birthday week celebration.  My friends have planned two fun things for us to do, and I’m pretty excited.  I’ve got some awesome friends and family.

I might be 50 something, but I’m still standing! And yes, I still like my animation movies!


Happy Friday.

It’s been quite a week.  Lots of ups and downs, but overall a good week.

I made it to TRX, and ended up in a Facebook ad for the class.  Making my body a machine isn’t the goal, but I’m really sore today.  Planks in the harness are not easy.  I might be turning into a machine, a rusty one!

I made it to Yoga, and did a headstand for the first time since I was 10.   That was really kinda fun.

I made it to Friday after having an altercation with a neighbor.  I guess asking her to move her basketball goal over so that her little (6 and 8 year olds) boys wouldn’t lose their ball to my back yard makes me mean.  Well, what made me mean was I wouldn’t let her make excuses for the reason why she set the thing next to my fence.  When I explained that they would run out of their basketballs if we aren’t home to throw them back didn’t seem to resonate.  It was the oddest thing she thinks I’m mean, but she’s calling me mean and other names in front of her kids while I’m giving back their ball.  Childish is the word that comes to mind.  

But here I am on a Friday morning, sore from working out, drinking my coffee, looking forward to a rainy weekend.  I’m so grateful for the little things today.  Mostly for my life, my breath-in and out of my lungs, my heart beat, a new day to do things better, my puppy dogs, a loving husband, healthy sons, and that I have the opportunity to go to work today. 

Happy Friday!

Fun and games at Total Wine

Shopping for wine can be a down right hoot!

We got a Total Wine down the street, so I popped in to check them out.  LOTS of wine choices is an understatement. Most of them I had never seen before.

Check it out. 

A Wink between Butter, and on top of the Sexy Wine Bomb.

I liked the bold labels.  The Sexy Wine Bomb had a bomb on the top wrapper too.  The Wink had a big Smoochie on the screw top.   That meant I had to pick up a bottle of each for my neighbor, she keeps her novelty bottles.

I passed on the Bitch, and What you see is What you get.  The white looked too pale, and there is something in my soul that can’t buy a wine called Bitch, even if it has a pink label. That’s just me. 

I will find out tonight if “blends have more fun.”