Push Ups and Other Tidbits

"I'm your ice cream man, stop me when I'm passing by." Goodness, we live in the "zone,"  as in, the "ice cream truck" zone. 

Tacky pink vans with yellow tops.  Old stickers of faded fudge bars, big sticks, push ups, and sour jelly belly's decorate the menu on the side of the vehicles.

I'm doing well on my weight control.  This is not right.  Moving V-8's passing by but not selling V-8's.  My weakness is "crunchy"...and since my decent weight loss...chips, doritos...noisy foods are my indulgence.  I googley eyed hubby to hail down the  moving calorie mobile...he's busy. We regularly have an average of 3 sugar mobiles cruise by per weekend...and at least one a day weekdays.  Most times it's easy to mentally file and deny the risk of indulging the "drive by's"...after all...Christmas music, among other very random tunes in the summer...is well...funny.  Today we heard "Fur Elise, Jing Bells, Humpty Dumpty and La Cucaracha."  Some are tunes that one doesn't want to associate with home delivery delights. 

So this recent Sunday afternoon, I grab my cheetah wallet, hope for some Washington's in there...and dash to the curb.  I have three dollars.  Yay!!  One has to be nimble and fleet footed as sometimes the driver doesn't see your "stop here" gesture.  I inquire about the price of a small bag of Doritos and snicker ice cream bar.  Uh oh.  That's 3.50.  He breaks out the regular snickers and well, hubby doesn't want that...just a regular candy bar (although he's asleep on his recliner and doesn't know what's about to hit him)...it's Sunday...football day and post pneumonia stuff and the man works hard. I then revise the transaction and remember that hubby likes Neapolitan sandwich bars, perfect.  Three bucks.  With  a big smile, I return casually to the house with my treats.  I toss the chilly sandwich bar (why he likes those, I have no idea?) onto now awake hubby.  "Oh, cool!" he says.  I then go to the handicapped laptop, open my mini bag of Doritos (original) and watch my cat update his Facebook page.  Life is good.

Have A Seat

Our Garage.  Neat and fit.  Fit and neat.  We are the "keep up with the Jones' of Garage" organization (or at least I think we are).  We can fit our two full size truck and smaller SUV in there.  Pretty awesome, right?  Also, a treadmill, painting area, 'beach to go' wall, and garden accessories feng shui placed on some upper walls.  Some are even color coordinated to go with subject. I have been teased about this, although they thought it was a good idea.  We have two ladders (one useless, but it is aesthetically appealing as has a passport stamp from Italy).

We recently bought a camp chair with a sunshade.  It was then pointed out by hubby (who had purchased this beautiful canvas comfort) that we have 19 chairs in our garage, counting the "creeper."   The creeper can fold into a chair (it's a mechanic thing).  "Nineteen?!", I repeat.  Yes.

So...I look around.  Our garage looks uncluttered.  How is it possible to have such a vast about of seatage , such an inventory without looking that way?  We don't even know that many people.  I start to count the chairs, mess up a few times and start over.  No, I already counted those.  Okay...19.  Woah!

• 4 beach
• 3 camp  (regular)
• 1 camp  (with sunshade)
• 2 stadium
• 2 extra kitchen table
• 2 director's sturdy outdoor
• 2 extra dining room pub style
• 1 office  (for my painting)
• 1 Ikea stool (great find at thrift for tool time projects)
• 1 nicer stool (for person watching tool time projects)
• 1 creeper

Okay that's 20!  Holy Moly. We don't really even like sitting down, nor do we camp often, or creep.