Moving our Bodies Makes Travel More Accessible

It’s Movement Monday

At least that’s the original plan. To blog about moving our bodies, not our belongings.

One problem with this Pantzer planning, is she often goes off on tangents.  I joined the Ultimate Blog Challenge this month and they often offer suggestions for blog posts. The suggestions, which are great and I sometimes go with them, seldom coincide with my blogging agenda.

Today however, the ideas almost mesh. My current schedule (when I follow it) is to blog about moving our bodies, otherwise known as exercise. The UBC suggestion is to blog about travel. There are a myriad of ways to incorporate travel into a blog. I’m going to combine travel and getting our bodies in motion.

Traveling to other places means we need to be in decent shape to fully enjoy the experience. A couple of years ago my family and I went to Silver Dollar City in Branson. I felt confident I could enjoy the outing.

Oops, no. I started walking, but soon realized a scooter was necessary to avoid a trip to the hospital. Not a good way to have an enjoyable time, for me or my family. So, I used the scooter, but was mortified of its necessity. Not a cool scooter like this either, an “old people scooter.” There is nothing wrong with those scooters and rides. They allow people to do many things they would otherwise miss out on. However, I felt like I was too young, and should be too healthy to use one of those scooters from need. Time to move my body and get in healthy shape if I wanted enjoy more of the outings with my family.


Clear indication I needed to exercise and get in some sort of shape. Which I started doing.

I started walking. At first less than a quarter of a mile. Don’t even ask how long it took to walk that short distance. Now, after several months of walking, I’m up to 2 1/2 miles in an hour and fifteen minutes. Not lightening speed, but it is an improvement.


Since I have plans to do more traveling, having a fit and healthy body will allow me to enjoy the full experience of wherever I go.

Now I have walked a couple of 5Ks, but that’s another post.

Do you do any exercise?
Where would you like to travel?
What is your favorite exercise when on the go?


Sometimes We Just Have to Start Over

Starting over. Again.

That seems to be something I’m good at, starting over. How about you? have you tried something. Attempted to  implement a plan only to find yourself faltering after a few hours, days, weeks, maybe months?

No fear. Simply start again. Don’t worry about where, when, or why you stopped. Start again.

I don’t always restart a project. Sometimes after I get into it, I realize it isn’t the right project. Maybe it isn’t right for now or for the reason it was started. Why isn’t really important, knowing it isn’t what I should be currently working on. It’s a project that needs to be put away, or handed off to someone else.

This blog is not one of those projects. I believe in it, and believe it has value. That hasn’t kept it from being abandoned. In fact, it has been restarted so many times I can’t even count. It’s had different hosts. It’s had different names and focus. Even now, with the focus to help widows, and others find and pursue their dreams to create their diamond life I’ve struggled with what and when to post.

Back in July, during the last Ultimate Blog Challenge, the planned posts were about decluttering and what was leaving the house that day. The decluttering lasted all month, the posting didn’t. Then, I never got back to posting and this poor blog was left, abandoned.

This month I’m starting, again. Once again, I’m also using the Ultimate Blog Challenge to kick-start my posts and keep me going all month and into next month. That’s the plan. I also have a posting plan, a list of themes or ideas of what to write and post about each day. Now there’s a scary thought, a pantzer (someone who does things by the seat of her pants) attempting to plan. We will see how it goes.

The current “plan” is to post on different themes or ideas each day of the week:

Sunday – Tea Time – With any luck this will be a video, also posted on Facebook. Today’s: New Foods:

Monday – Moving our bodies and exercise

Tuesday – Virtual travel, come and travel around Oklahoma with me.

Wednesday – Prompts and ideas for writing your story.

Thursday – Quotes

Friday – Food, yes, I know I talked about food today on Tea Time, but these will be posts about easy, inexpensive, foods we can prepare

Saturday – Leisure Time, What do you do on your day “off”? Ideas, suggestions, and hopefully some interaction.

There you have it. My restart and plan for the month. See you tomorrow and we’ll discuss exercise an eight-letter word that usually means “yuck.”

Do you have a project you’ve restarted, or are planning to restart?

What helps  you restart a project you believe in?

Have you abandoned a project because it wasn’t the right time, or the right activity for the time?

I look forward to hearing from you. Please leave a comment.











Dance/Exercise Video adding to Clutter

I’ve been on the go these last few days which left little time for decluttering. Still, a deal is a deal and one thing a day must leave this house.

Today’s item is small, with a big impact. Okay, maybe not, the possibility for a big payoff existed. IF the product had actually been used. It was opened. That’s it, opened. I bought a dance video last year (or earlier) thinking, “this could work.” After all, it was a dance video, dancing is fun, dancing is exercise, I like dancing, dancing would help move pounds off my body.


There were several problems with this dance video, never mind the fact it featured Dancing with the Stars champion, Julianne Hough. No, the problem wasn’t the instructor.

I take that back, it was a little about the instructor, but not her skills, or ability to dance or teach dance. No, my issue is the same for her as most other exercise teachers.

• They are lean machines. There is not an ounce of fat on these people. How in the world can they relate to me, who has many, many ounces of fat?
• Their bodies are sculpted. Mine is plush.
• Their muscles are ripped and ready to roar. Mine are sitting on a lounger watching others move.
• They easily bend, stretch, and reach for the sky. I creak, crackle and groan when exerting.
• They do moves I’ve never seen, much less done.
• There is almost always someone doing the “modified” version. Noooooo, the modified is maybe 10 seconds slower and two inches easier than the featured move.

Exercise videos are designed, in addition to making money for the star of the video, to help a person drop pounds and get healthier. That only works if the video is put in the player, and the actions followed.

Since I’ve never managed to put my body in motion, even a little like Julianne, or any other exercise instructor, I might (might, I say) have watched it, but never actually did the moves there is no reason to keep it. I will keep walking outside. That seems to be the one exercise I do on a regular basis.

Have you ever kept something you bought for a specific purpose, only to find you didn’t like it?

Do you have an exercise video you like?

What is your favorite exercise?

Joining Ultimate Blog Challenge. Check them out for some interesting bloggers posting on a variety of subjects.


Jicama and a Barbcue Place – Adventures in Food

Trying new foods is one of my “adventures.” Sometimes it’s food new to me, sometimes it’s a food prepared in a different way, or by someone who knows how to cook it, sometimes it’s a new eating establishment.

This month I have two food adventures to share. A new eating place, and a new food.

First up, Earl’s

Earl’s is a barbecue place in Edmond Oklahoma. I wish I’d thought to take pictures. It’s one of my cousin’s favorite places to eat and he treated me to lunch earlier this week when I had to be in the city.  The interior has a fifties vibe. The restrooms are labeled, Elvis (men’s) and Priscilla (women).  Inside the ladies room are large framed pictures of Elvis and Priscilla, one with them holding baby Lisa Marie.

The dining room has space between the tables so the guests aren’t crowded during the busy times, although we were lucky and were eating at an odd time, so the place wasn’t too busy. The tables are polished with just a little bit of texture remaining. Old license plates from around the country decorate the walls.

The food was good,  they didn’t skimp on the meat or the fries. Dessert was cobbler. I had blackberry, his mom had peach. They didn’t skimp on the servings there either. Mine might have been two servings somewhere else. No, I did not save part of it for later. Ate the whole thing then and there, and enjoyed it. I’m willing to go back next time he wants to go. I might even go by myself next time I’m in that part of the city.

Okra is a must

I first learned about Earls this summer with my cousins and I were traveling to California. We stopped at a barbecue place in New Mexico or Arizona and he was beyond upset that they didn’t serve okra.  I’m not sure New Mexico or Arizona knows about okra. Okra is served almost everywhere in Oklahoma and Texas, and I often order it, sometimes by itself.  I didn’t know okra was considered a staple side dish for barbecue. After all, I always have fries and or coleslaw. However, in his mind okra goes with barbecue, period. Which made it imperative for him that I eat at Earl’s so I could see how barbecue should be served.

It was a great day. Good food and good company.

A New Food

While I was in the city another friend asked me to pick up some   jicama. I thought she wanted it for her. But, since I won’t see her for almost two weeks, and we weren’t sure how long Jicama would last, it turned out it is for me. I hope I like it, I love saying the name “Hic a ma.” with a name that fun to say, it’s bound to taste good.

What is it?

According to the internet jicama is:  a Mexican yam bean or Mexican turnip. It is the edible tuberous root of a Mexican vine, jicama. According to the label on my purchase, and the nice man who helped me find it in the store, it is known as a Mexican potato.


Do you try new eating places often?

Do you try new foods often?

What was the last new dish you tried? Did  you like it?



Seven “Wants” for the About You Series


I want my children and grandchildren to always be healthy and happy. However, that is something I have no control over. I’m not sure I have any control over my other wants either, but here are seven of them.

1. Get a pilot’s license. There are a couple of drawbacks. First flying a plane is expensive, learning to fly can’t be cheap. However, the second drawback has more weight, cockpits are tiny. Not small, tiny. If you remember from my fears, I’m not a fan of tight places. Still, if I can overcome those two obstacles I think flying a plane would be fabulous.

2. Jump out of a perfectly good plane. Yes, I want to sky-dive. It’s pricey too, but I think I could manage that. The bigger issue is my doctor is hesitant to give me a clearance to sky-dive. Although, he has said, that when I get off my meds he’d consider it. Okay . . .

3.To be off of all my medicine. I’m not really taking that much medicine. Although, it’s more than I’d like.  Current opinion is that when I lose some (a lot) of weight, the medicine will no longer be needed.

4.To climb a rock wall. My doctor just smiled when I asked if there was any reason I couldn’t do that. Well, except for the fact that I’m overweight, and out of shape. Okay, to be honest, even when I was in good shape I doubt I could have climbed a rock wall. Don’t know why that wall is calling me, but it is.

5. To visit New England again. I was there a couple of years ago on a quilt tour. It was great. Would love to go back and spend more time in some areas, and visit places we missed.

6. Eat at Alma Nove, a restaurant in Hingham Massachusetts. Best I can figure Hingham is a suburb of Boston. I first learned about it several years ago watching an interview show with Mark and Donnie Wahlberg, the actors. Their mom, Alma came on camera and I loved her. Her attitude reminded me of my mother-in-law. So now, I want to visit that restaurant. I’m not sure who owns, or runs it, but Alma made me want to visit.

7. Dance. Yep, the white woman with no rhythm wants to dance. Not sure what kind of dance. Not break dance, I would break something. Maybe ballet, if I don’t have to get on my toes, or be lifted. When I was a kid I wanted to tap dance. That has promise. It’s as good a choice as any for Miss No Rhythm here.

There is the tip of the iceberg with seven things I want.

Answering ten questions for the “about you” series. Thanks to Shalini for the inspiration.

10-day-challenge-photoLinking up with The Ultimate Blog Challenge.

What’s one thing you want?

What is something you wanted as a child and still want?

What is something you never thought about wanting until recently?


Getting to Know You – Ten Day “You” Challenge

 Shalini, who I met through the Ultimate Blog Challenge, has been doing a 10 Day “You” challenge. I’ve been following and thinking, ‘what a great idea.’ Which is why I’m following her lead.

10-day-challenge-photoToday is day one (or ten, since the challenge counts backwards) and secrets. I’m not sure they’re “secrets,” but here are ten things not everyone knows about me.

1.           I am the mother of three, and the grandmother of six. I don’t think that’s any big secret. But you might not know it.  They are seldom all in the same place at the same time, but they were last summer and I got a picture to prove it.


 3.  Growing up, my family moved, a lot. Often just changing houses in the same town. When changing houses, we also managed to change school districts. I went to nine different schools. And swore when I got married I would live in one place. Hmm, In the first four years of our marriage my husband and I moved eight times before we stayed in the same place for 26 years.

    4. I am involved with Quilts of Valor and love making the presentations. Even if tears are involved.

thomas-leonard-and-wife-with-his-qov    5. I am a little bit of a rebel, again, no big secret. I like to do things just a little bit different.

    6.  In the past couple of years my hair has been in part, purple, pink, and green I don’t do unusual color anymore, because it seems everyone else, of vintage age, is doing it.

    7. I’m not a fan of online shopping.

    8.  My dream house is a cottage style house with a beach and the ocean on one side and a garden with a patio on the other side. Of course, with someone to take care of the garden.

    9. I love notebooks and journals and have several. They are very hard to pass up, and they’re not expensive. Much as I love buying them, I don’t like writing in them because then they are “messed up.” It takes me several tries to actually use a notebook or journal.

    9.  I was not a fan of the Beatles and became a fan of the Monkees almost in self-defense. After all what self-respecting teen-age girl of the sixties did not like the newest, coolest, rock and roll?


  10. I know how to shoot, I haven’t gotten my concealed permit yet. Mostly because I don’t want to. I’m happy knowing how to handle the gun, and knowing I could use it if needed. When I was in high school a friend and I would go shooting a couple times a month. I don’t shoot as much now and I just have a pistol, although I prefer a rifle. Which is funny to me because in high school I shot a pistol. Go figure.

george-and-nita-in-pickup-with-riflesThere you have it. Ten secrets that really aren’t all that secret. Thanks to Shalini and the Ultimate Blog Challenge.


What is one thing few people know about you?

Where is your dream house located?

Have you ever colored, or thought about coloring, your hair an unusual color?


Leave a note in the comments and let me know what you think.






Let the Wild Child Out; Embrace Your Inner Rebel



After we had been married a lot of years, maybe 20 or so, I asked my husband what first attracted him to me.

He said, “I saw you walking down the sidewalk and you had writing on your jeans. I thought, I have to meet that girl who writes on her jeans.”

We were in college, it was 1971, girls did not write on their jeans. In fact, girls had just started wearing jeans in public, at least the girls in my world. I had a boring night class and wrote on the knee of my jeans to stay awake. Of course, the ink didn’t all come out in the wash.

I think I was intrigued with him because he was a bit of a rebel too. He was going to school to be an Agricultural teacher, but he wasn’t a cowboy. His hair was on the long side, and he had several shirts with the sleeves cut out. His music was eclectic, a little bit country, a little bit rock and roll, and a little Motown.


There we were, two rebels hooking up in a straight-laced traditional world. We got married. He graduated college and got a job. We hid most of our wildness in an attempt to appear as if we were proper, responsible adults. He sometimes allowed his wild child to come out and play. I didn’t, I was afraid I’d never get her back under cover.

After he retired we talked about doing some out-of-the ordinary activities, but then he got sick. Which was definitely out-of-the-ordinary.

Once the fog began to life after his death, I let my wild child out by coloring my hair purple. I haven’t gotten her back in her box yet.

We continue to explore the unexpected. I’ve tried different colors for my hair. I even met a celebrity and had my picture taken with him when my hair was green.


No one color sticks, I keep coming back to the natural blonde/grey. My little cousin styled my hair for me, and we took a picture of the styling process.



A friend and I bought crowns, to reward ourselves with when we accomplish a goal. Sometimes we even wear them.

Not all of the wildness is outrageous, or visible to others. I wear mis-matched socks, on purpose. Sometimes I eat dessert first. When friends and I meet for our weekly lunch, I look for something different to order rather than the same thing every time.

I even have pictures of myself taken, or my wild child takes them. Then she shares them with others. Did you see the picture of me with my hair in my face?

My wild child appreciates that I look for ways to let her free. It doesn’t matter if my friends frown, because we didn’t do the expected, or my kids roll their eyes. What is important is that I live and enjoy life.

This is post 3 for the Ultimate Blog Challenge.  


Do you ever give your wild child free reign?

What would you like to do but don’t because it’s not what an adult does?

What would happen if you did something out of the ordinary?

How can you embrace your inner rebel, wild child?

Let me know what you think in the comments.