Feel Like Complaining

***Cooler Update...I know you're all just dying to know what we found out. Apparently there is not video throughout the park, just at the entrance. But they did see a small black car come into the park at 3:07 am and stayed about 3 minutes. Just long enough to steal one cooler I guess. They couldn't get a licence #, but they may know who it was so they turned the info over to the police in LaPush, Forks, and the National Park. Time will tell.....***

Whenever we go anywhere, whether it's a full out vacation or a weekend trip, my husband is obsessed about bringing home driftwood. It used to be rocks. He brings them home and puts them all over the house "for decoration."  I stopped that by throwing them outside in the flowerbeds and he never even noticed.

Every year I beg him, "Please, no more driftwood! Where are you going to put it?"

"In the yard", he says. It's always the same answer.

I like to bring home a few things too, but I have spec…

After vacation I didn't want to do it, but I knew I must. I had to get on the scale. Although I don't record my weight anymore on my online calendar, I am still weighing myself 5-6 days a week, it's a must to keep me on track.

It wasn't as bad as I thought, only up 2or 3. But if you add that to the 2 or 3 I had currently been up, that totals 5 from my lowest weight loss point. I have been maintaining my loss with that 2 or 3 variance for at least 9 months, it just seems to be my pattern.

Five pounds doesn't sound like much and it doesn't really look like much. But it feels like 50. My bra is tighter and my rolls are rollier. Even though we did a lot of walking and hiking I still didn't get my regular Curves and Zumba in so I feel softer and squishier.

But now that it's 5 pounds, it has to be dealt with. It's easy to say "No sweat, I can get that off in no time." But when you don't and it goes up to 10, they you're saying "We…

As I sit here trying to use my laptop in the bumpy car going over Snoqualmie Pass, I'm bummed. Not only because we're on our way home from vacation, which was wonderful by the way, but because someone stole our cooler last night. They took it right off of our cabin porch as we slept our last night of vacation bliss.

We awoke at 4:00 and it's usually my job to fill the cooler. I only had some water, juice, and pop in it at the time and I poked my head in the door and asked hubby if he had put it in the car. I don't know why, but his usual response is "Are you joking?", as if I would really be joking around at 4:30 in the morning.

It was so dark but I still walked around the campground like it was going to be just sitting out in the open as if it was just playing a trick on us.

"BOO Kden, fooled ya didn't I? Just messin' around honey. Come on, pick me up and lets go home"

I came back and quickly got online hoping I could get a response from …

I don't know if any of you are getting hit with spam hard but I am. It's gone from occasionally to 4-5 a day now. It's always the same kind and anonymously posted. It's either drugs, payday loans, or porn. Occasionally someone will post with an actual link back to their blog. Those are my favorites. It gives me opportunity to go to their blog and let them know what I think of their spam.

Recently someone wrote and it was more of hate mail, rather than spam. Hell2theEx commented on my Miracle On Ash Street post,  "Oh brother this is the blog behind me? Oh God- please help him and not me. This is the same dribble drabble that is only expressed when you dont have anything of substance to say. What a shame."

Really? Why? I can be argumentative sometimes on blogs if I don't agree with a certain point of view but I would never go to someone body's blog and just be plain mean, there's no reason for it. So in kind I followed the 'follow me' rule …

By 6:00 am this morning we will have hit the road for the Annual Mozzarella Family vacation. Aren't you excited? I am! I bet you're so excited that you will rush over to Pictorial Soul to see pictures of our trip unfold.

We're going back to Forks and LaPush Washington this year. There were so many things we didn't get to do and see two years ago. Tonight we're stopping in Sequim to visit with Hubby's cousin, who he has not seen in 30+ years so I've never met her. There were so many years she wouldn't talk to him for some reason but a few years ago she called out of the blue and her and I have been conversing through email ever since. I remember her Mom and Stepdad and didn't really care for either of them. They partially raised my husband after his mom died when he was only 12. I think they weren't the best for him but he had no choice back then. So it will be interesting to say the least.

It's our hopes to hike in to see these two waterfall…

In my continuing quest to fulfill my 365 days of passing it on I am always looking for something new to do to help others. I had been hearing on the news a lot lately about a blood shortage in town and they need more donations. I tried it once almost thirty years ago and I didn't fare well.

But now, I'm healthier and in the best shape I've ever been. No problem right? I passed the preliminaries, my iron count was good so off I went into the next room. The donation was quick and painless.

I wanted to go to the restroom before hitting the canteen to get my snacks. As I got up they asked if I was OK, affirmative I said, and off I went down the hall. I sit down and the room starts spinning. I get up and realize this is not fun anymore and started for the door and realized I wasn't going to make it. By then the room was almost black and I searched for the emergency cord and pulled it. I made it back to the door and unlocked it as I heard a man say "Are you OK?"

&q…

This is my 400th post!!
Plus, today is my Daughter's birthday. Seventeen. Yes, Seventeen. It's gone by fast and 99% of it has been easy. Other than to exclaim how proud I am of her and how much I love her, I've pretty much said it all before. But I do want to share some photos from her recent Senior Shoot. I put some on Facebook and have shared others via email, but you will just have to indulge me one more time.








 I truly will run out of room on my walls! Besides, it's got to be better than mine. Studio shot, with masking tape rolled up under my collar to keep it down and the photographer didn't even tell me.