Here we have proof that boobs are all that matters. Notice the two spikes in the graph. Those are my two boob posts. It’s like I have a huge left boob and a small right boob. Phooey. Now we will see if we can get a spike just by using the tag “boobs”.
In other news, Scooter Man is supposed to be here tomorrow afternoon. Hopefully, we will be up and running after that. I have gone from walking downstairs three times in one night to do laundry every week, to walking 3-4 blocks twice a day, and that when I only leave the house to walk Friday. Do any errands, and it’s a lot more. I had to go get dog food and doggie poop bags, and I think I walked a mile. Well, anyway, my legs felt like it when I got home. Ouchie!!!
While I was out I saw a little person who only came up to my waist. Considering I am 4’11.5 inches tall, that’s really tiny. Although my inseam is 28″ and The Boyo’s is 26″, he being more long-waisted, and me being more long-legged. We can’t do it standing up unless he stands on a phone book. Ewwww. TMI. Rob, Annie’s got nothing on me.
Speaking of The Boyo, he came over last night, and none of the endorphin-enhancing activities he had in mind included blog posting. You got a reprieve.
Belltown, the section of Seattle I live in, is getting a reputation for not being safe. Well, um, yeah, down
on 1st and 2nd Avenues, where all the yuppie clubs are. There’s a dive bar around the corner from me I would feel perfectly safe in. If I could stand how loud they play the jukebox. Strangely enough, they contend they have been serving alcoholics since 1929. The Prohibition (of alcohol) Amendment wasn’t repealed until 1933. A little scandal in Seattle’s past?
Speaking of around the corner, there is a statue of Chief Seattle that is 100 years old this year. Actually his name was Sealth. The plaque on the the statue says he was a great friend to whites. But I think I heard a loud hum like a rotisserie when we visited his grave on Bainbridge Island last. I imagine that he is spinning because of what we have done to his air, land and waters. Although there is some controversy about his speech, I think the drift was to take care of the land.
Friday is losing weight. I don’t know if I am, I refuse to get on a scale until forced to in the doctor’s office. It doesn’t matter. My blood pressure is controlled by a very small dose of diuretic, my blood sugars are normal, my HDL cholesterol is off the charts. I appear to be one of the 30% of morbidly obese that don’t pay for it except with our knees. And the last time I lost a bunch of weight, my knees got worse, not better. Go figure. Well, that’s enough for now. Ta Ta.