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Well let’s see. I was born during the Blizzard of 1978 in Lima, Ohio. I have lived in Ohio all my life. I like it here. We have corn fields instead of oceans, overpasses instead of mountains and fog instead of smog. Sure it's not the promise land, but sometimes one doesn't need postcard worthy beauty on the outside to have it elsewhere. I'm a writer for fun, a Paralegal for profession, and while one pays the bills, one feeds my imagination, or perhaps my imagination feeds my writing...either way, Writing is as much of who I am as the color of my eyes, or the way that I smile. Blogs are great communication tools, and I'm here to communicate with YOU...yeah, you who's reading this right now....*assuming anyone's out there* *crickets chirp* Alrightee then, IF anyone should find themselves here, be it by accident or on purpose, welcome, glad to have you aboard. Throw anchor, stay awhile! Sunshine & Smiles, ~Heather Lynn~

Thursday, May 16, 2013

Challenge....NO KIDDING!

So being that I work for the a government agency, we have a lot of kinda strange things, incentives, etc. that the government throw at us from time to time for incentives to be healthy, or to improve our life in some way.

For the past two years, I've signed up to join the walking challenge.  They send you a free pedometer, and each day you set out into the world to step your way to a healthier you....or if you're me, you try really hard and then feel like a failure because you're not anywhere near the 15,000 steps others are doing, but it's not easy getting that mobile when your job has you chained to a desk all day.  I suppose if I had a rolling kart to push with my computer on it while roaming the halls of my office, perhaps I might be competitive in the steps department, but I don't see that happening.

Anyway, so this year's pedometer was noticeably chincy (not sure if that's how you spell chinsy/chinsey/chinsi - no idea) compared to last year's pedometer, but I took it and clipped it to my belt anyway and started charting my daily steps.

Well this little bugger is sure to be the death of me....or so I thought until this morning.  First I dropped it from a seated position at my desk.....the little door that holds the battery in went flying off and the battery fell out and I lost all my precious steps I'd logged so far that day!  DAMNIT...I was off to a good start.

Then, at the grocery store, later that week, I was reaching for a salad at the deli, and CLANK, it fell off my waist band of my skirt and went skidding across the floor....the battery fell into a meat cooler, the battery door disappeared under a bread rack and there I was on the grocery store floor, on my hands and knees collecting the pieces of my little pedometer.  It was embarrassing to say the least.

THEN, oh my god, THEN there was the bathroom debacle.  EVERY SINGLE TIME I'd have to pee, I'd have to be super-duper careful to remove it from my clothing at least 3 feet from the toilet, so I wouldn't drop it in!  And ladies and gentlemen, you have no idea how many diving catches I'd made trying to keep that yellow little dude out of the toilet!  I'm not even kidding, I must of dove to catch it at least twice a day for weeks now.

So summary, I'm supposed to be walking, instead I find myself crawling....on bathroom floors in the ladies room, on icky grocery store floors while onlookers stare at my behind because it's all they can see as I'm bent over looking under bread racks....I've taped it together, I've super glued it....but alas, today was the final straw.

While exiting my vehicle in the parking lot this morning, it wiggled it's way free once again, this time crashing onto the blacktop and the screen gave way and the digital display went skewed.  Officially ending our journey, as walker and tracker.

Had good intentions to be a good employee this year, do be a contributing member of my State team's walking endeavors, but alas, I must retire early, and wish them well from the seated non-counting position here at my desk.

"Lil Yellow Pedometer"
April 2013 - May 2013

In other news, I'm free, I'm free.....
Nobody's counting on me....

Nobody's monitoring my every move
I'm free to pee risk free!!

my apologies, I'm not really sure where that little outburst came from.

*recomposes myself*

Good Day,

Thursday, May 2, 2013



A few months back, I drove past a car lot and saw a very eye catching car.  Marine Blue and chromed out.  Oh, it was a flashy little vehicle, so I stopped to see it closer, which then lead to a test drive, which then lead to me asking Jerimy to come test drive it with me and man you should of seen his face when I showed him the vehicle.

My favorite color is blue, I'm attracted to it like a moth to a flame, and even though I wasn't necessarily in the market for a new car, I couldn't help but get a little excited about test driving it.

It was a five speed, just like I like, it was blue just like I liked, and as a Harley loving girl from way back, I can't resist chrome, no matter what it's on! *laughs*.....

Jerimy instantly started asking me if I was having a midlife crisis.  I was like, "WHAT?!?! WHO ME?!?!?!" and he was like "YEAH YOU!!"

I'm only 35 aren't I too young to have a midlife crisis?  I know girls mature faster than boys, but I don't think it applies to midlife crisis does it?

So anyway, we went for our test drive....it was fun, but after I brought it back to the lot, I was wavering on my wanting to buy a new car, especially after all the flack I was getting about having a midlife crisis....so long story short, I didn't end up buying it.

So the other day, I'm at Ray's Northland, picking up a salad from the Deli for lunch, when I see the car.  THE CAR.  Marine blue, the chrome once again shining in my direction, I could see the blue racy looking bucket seats, the 30 day tags from Tom Ahls, it was THE car, I was certain of it....and then I got to see who bought MY car...my midlife crisis car......

Ok, so this really isn't the guy, but the guy I saw, was just as old!

If that car was my mid-life crisis,
it was this guy's LATElife crisis!

I kinda want the car again now!
If he can have it, why can't I?