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Today I was able to move about freely without feeling like I was going to “hit the floor”. Not the fun kind of “hit the floor” like Flo Rida and the Apple Bottom Jeans song, either. I made it to physical therapy and was evaluated on my range of motion movements compared to my first visit. I gained 10% on most things and only 3% more on standing up and bending backwards. My spine only bends at the top, not the bottom. I’m hoping I will continue not only to maintain but improve my flexibility. My physical therapist is putting together an exercise plan for me that she’ll give me Wed. that I can continue with. She’s also allowing me to have rest days instead of doing the exercises every single day. I’m kind of gung ho and when I commit to something, I don’t waver unless I have a setback like being sick. Then all bets are off. Anyway, I’m going to continue but be less rigid and listen to my body more. She asked me about my pain level and I realized it is much less. It actually helped taking it easy this week and not going full bore. I can do everything with less pain and also am not as stiff.
 
As I’ve mentioned before, my husband and I have gotten into what I call Treasure Hunting. It’s going to estate sales and looking through other people’s crap for something of worth for cheap. It’s such an odd, eclectic (kind words) group of people who do this. I guess that makes me one of them! 🙂 A lot of them are older people and foreigners. Not to lump everyone in together but a lot of foreigners are cheap and know a good bargain. I can’t fault them for this. I’m inherently cheap but not enough to make it on Extreme Cheapskates yet. The day I start saving my urine in bottles to save on flushing the toilet, I invite you to shoot me in the head.
 
If we go early to the estate sales, we have to wait in line and then they give out numbers a half hour or hour before opening. We’ve done both where we’ve gone early (never early enough to be first) but often just stroll over about an hour after it starts. If you go early, there’s a chance you’ll get something really good. There’s also a chance that the first person will take whatever you’re interested in and you did it all for nothing. When we’ve gone later, we’ve still found really good stuff, just not often. It’s a crapshoot. Anyway, we’ve been doing this since Spring and not every weekend. Then there’s some weekends that we go to only one sale and get nothing or go all weekend and come back empty handed. We are really selective about what we get. We only get cool things we like and haven’t seen before. We also won’t pay a ton for anything. So if we love it but the price is retail, we pass. We are finally running out of wall space and so have to be really picky if we get anything else.
 
The first several months it was like a clique with the people showing up outside these places to wait. They all knew each other and would only talk amongst themselves. Now the past month or so, we have struck up several conversations with some of the people. There’s this one older gentleman who must be about 86 and has a strong accent. I’d guess he’s from Czechoslovakia or Hungary. The guy is a hoot! He comes up to us telling the lamest jokes you’ve ever heard. “What is the first thing you take off of a naked woman?” “A naked man.” Ok, so the guy is creepy too but as long as he doesn’t touch me, I’m fine. The last few times we’ve seen him, he tells my husband, “Next time, I buy your wife!” He thinks this is funny. It was mildly amusing the first time. Not after as many times as I’ve heard it. I would give anything to be quick with a reply. It took me an hour after this happened on Sat. to think of the perfect response. It had me laughing out loud and when I told hubby, he laughed too. He doesn’t humor me if he doesn’t think I’m funny. So next time he offers to buy me, I will say in a thick foreign accent, “You think I prostitute?” Saying this as a noun, not a verb. Because I’m sorry, that’s the way foreigners talk. SOME foreigners. My favorite foreigners are the ones you can’t tell are foreigners because they speak better English than I do. I want to hug them all because you can just tell they appreciate being here. I think it’s wonderful that they embrace their culture and heritage but the best thing would be for them to learn English so they can really share their homeland and ethnicity with us. I’ve always thought speaking a foreign language others don’t understand is selfish. It’s exactly like whispering. People can’t hear what your saying and it’s exclusionary. Keeping others in the dark is unacceptable. I’m all for dual language households. In fact, I marvel at anyone who learns more than one language and the earlier you start, the better. I just think that you can speak English in public and whatever you choose in the privacy of your own home. I’ll probably be stoned for this opinion but I stand behind it.
 
I sure got off on a tangent there. I’m definitely going to say that to the old man if he tries to buy me again. I may also ask, “How much?” The other funny thing I heard this weekend was when my husband asked a guy, “Do you work here?” and the guy replied, “I’ve been accused of that.” As a rule, we try to only go to the estate sales that are in our town or neighboring suburbs. They are all over the Chicagoland area, up to an hour away but that’s not worth our while or gas money. Sometimes we venture into Chicago itself but not more than 6 miles. There was an ad for a Vintage Collectible Shop going out of business. So we took the drive into the city and it looked like a fly by night place. They didn’t have much merchandise and only some of it was old. Not much had a price marked on it. We bought nothing but I had the best laugh I’ve had in ages. I saw a painting on the wall that could’ve been of me! It’s a nude brunette woman, shown from the back, standing in a bathroom. It was like looking in a mirror. I’m not one to go for nudes hanging in my house or I would’ve inquired on the price. My husband didn’t get the same kick out of it as I did. I took a picture with my iPhone and was going to Instagram it but then IG was acting up. I looked it up online and it’s a reproduction painting by artist Fernando Botero from Columbia. He has a ton of other famous paintings with this fat woman (aka my doppelganger) and other fat women doing different things. I couldn’t get it out of my head and remarked about it to my hubby. Online they sell for about $200+ which is more than I’d pay. If I could’ve gotten it for $50 or less, I might’ve gotten it. I said to hubby, “Where would we hang it if we got it? It’s not right for the living room.” He answered, “On the refrigerator.” He told me that I’m not even close to that big, that the woman in the picture is the size of the 2 of us put together. It’s crazy that that’s how I see myself. If I look in the mirror at the back of me, that’s what I see. TMI, I know. If I look at myself naked from the front, I throw up. If I got that painting, I’d be inclined to tell everyone that I’d been the model for it. 😉 I never thought I could be a model before but now I’m wondering. Maybe if I contact the artist, he will consider using me for his future work. Heh. Actually, that’s the closest you’ll ever get to seeing a naked picture of me. You’re welcome. 😉
 

My Doppelganger

My Doppelganger

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The little things in life make me happy. Today I was able to zip my winter coat for the first time this season. I know what you’re thinking. That I’ve grown to fat to fit into it. Not a bad guess but you’d be wrong. It has more to do with the zipper being funky (yes, I seem to have a recurring issue with zippers in my clothing) and it won’t stay up. The “winter white” coat has one long zipper from hip length up to the neck. I figured out that wearing the hood helps some to keep it from pulling on the sides of the zipper. However it zips to the top but doesn’t really “catch” so it unzips to my collarbone. It’s hard to keep warm when your neck is exposed. Plus handling 3 dog leashes in gloves is not the easiest task in the world. Every day I try multiple times in my half hour walk to get the zipper to stay up. Well, today it did! Fairly early on so I was toasty the whole way. It’s funny how something so simple can just brighten your day tremendously. 😉
 
I decided to make this post about clothing. All my life I’ve had “good clothes” and “everyday clothes”. I save the good clothes for going out in public. I wear the others around the house. I thought everyone did this until I met my husband. He doesn’t seem to differentiate between the two. I’ve tried to teach him but it doesn’t sink in. He is a clotheshorse. I’m shocked that nobody knows what a “clotheshorse” is anymore! Next you’ll tell me no one knows what a saw horse is. He likes buying clothes and can never seem to get enough. Luckily he’s cheap like me and only buys on sale or if he gets a really good deal. He likes to dress nice and always looks fine to me. He’s probably better at matching clothes than I am and seems to know what goes together without having to give it much thought. I don’t care how many clothes he has until we start running out of room for them. The last time he bought a couple NEW polo shirts at Goodwill for $3-5 each, I made him promise that he’d sit down and go through his closet and drawers and help me pick out a bunch of things to donate. He said he would. I’m going to hold him to it this weekend. I could go through it myself but I feel like he should get a say. I think he’d really like it if I just did it for him and didn’t bother him with it but why should I have all the work fun. Oy vey.
 
So hubby has all these nice clothes (not talking about suits, dress shirts and ties but he has plenty of those too) and wears them indiscriminately. He gets up on his off days, puts on clean clothes and then goes out to cut the grass or fix the pond filter. He gets either sweaty or filthy. As soon as he comes in, he changes clothes and puts on a different clean outfit. Then about an hour later, one of the dogs will get muddy and he’ll give them a bath in the kitchen sink. He’ll get completely muddy so will go change into another clean shirt. I’m drowning in laundry, people! I will wear my stained clean shirt, get it dirty and keep wearing it until I need to go out to the store or somewhere. Not for days necessarily but at least a day. I can’t change hubby but I’ve learned to live with this quirk of his. As long as they make laundry detergent and I’ve got a washer and dryer to use, I can’t complain about such trivial things. Although it probably sounds like I just did. I’m really just sharing parts of my life, not necessarily finding fault.
 
Since we live a life with dogs, food and few visitors, I don’t wear my best or newest clothes around the house. Especially because minutes after I put on a clean shirt,  Elvis is grabbing it with his teeth, the paws are getting me muddy or I get food on it while cooking or eating. I figure I’m fighting an uphill battle. When we go out for lunch, are on vacation, even go to the store, I usually change into my good clothes. There’s been a time or two I’ve worn a stained shirt and sweatpants with a hole in them for a quick trip to Jewel for 1 item. The funny thing is when I do that, I notice most of the other patrons look worse than I do! It’s definitely a sign of the times.
 
It’s hard to believe that back in the 1950’s and 1960’s, men wore suits and hats everywhere and women wore dresses. It boggles the mind. Nowadays, comfort trumps style, every time. I know I don’t really “dress up” anymore. I haven’t worn a dress or skirt for many years. It’s not that I don’t like them, I’ve always hated the pantyhose. Does anyone even wear those anymore? I have never had a comfortable pair of high heels so I quit wearing those also. I have wide feet with a high arch and high instep. Wearing high heels feels like squeezing my feet into a vice and then standing on my tip toes. Part of not liking to dress up is being fat. I feel like even in the prettiest dress or skirt, I’m still fat. It can never look good on me. If I was thin, I’m sure I’d wear all the pretty clothes in the fashion magazines. Of course, I don’t want to be thin enough to give up the foods I love. So I dress nice occasionally but nothing overly dressy. I think in general, people dress horribly. I see so many who look like they’ve foregone hygiene. Like they just rolled out of bed, threw whatever dirty clothes were on the floor (or in the hamper) on, didn’t bother to comb their hair and ran out for coffee. I just wonder how things will devolve in the future. Over the decades, society has become more lax until I don’t see anywhere to go unless people start reversing the trend and start dressing up again. That’s a polite way of saying we’re all pigs. 😉 Instead of Casual Friday, we’ll have to start having Dress Up Monday. 🙂

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