The good old days??

Well girls and boys, I am officially on a 5 day stay-cation.  I practically sprinted out of the office at 4pm. 

I went out to the store after supper and this little excursion spawned this post.  Remember the good old days before we were controlled by technology?  There were no cell phones.  How did we stand it when we couldn't make or receive a phone call anywhere??  And worse, if you are like me and have a smart phone, how did we cope when we couldn't read an email on our phone or (gasp) check out what is happening on facebook from anywhere??  Or the worst....not know immediately when someone has commented on our blogs!   The horror!!!!   Worse thought, before there was internet and blogs.........Can you imagine the sadness in a blog-free world?  (Too terrible to think about)

And remember when we had to carry a large enough quantity of cash to purchase what you need.  There were no debit cards or cash machines open 24 hours a day and on every corner.  We had to get ourselves to the actual bank, before 3pm when they used to close, and withdraw enough cash to survive until the next time you were forced to stand in a line.....to get your own money!

I rarely have more than $40 cash in my purse.  Tonight I had $20.  I went to Walmart to buy dog treats.  That's all.  Well, I walked in and cases of pop were on sale.  Hmmm, I should pick some up since I'm here.  Then I took a short cut through the cereal aisle on my way to the dog treat destination.  That is when things really started to unravel.  I saw a box of Captain Crunch.  Mmmm, that would be good.  I wanted it.  And then my friend Kim (Farm Girl's) last comment came into my mind.  She told me I should eat whatever I wanted on vacation.   So I grabbed the Captain Crunch, all the while very pleased with myself.  

Slippery slope ladies.  Then I spied those yummy sugar waffle cones for ice cream and some caramel sundae syrup.....Grabbed that too.  Salt and Vinegar potato chips.......Yep!  Eventually got to the dog treats but by then I was too far gone on the "spoil myself binge".   Wandered down another aisle and spied these cute little pink and brown leopard print undies.   Well, had to have those!   Oh, and last week I bought a bottle of Oil of Olay face cream but Auntie stole it, so I had to get another (to keep my girly complexion in tact)

When I finally got to the cashier we got into this discussion about how bad it was in the good old days when you needed a wallet full of cash to shop.  I told her I had just come in for dog treats!   She looked at my 4 bags full of stuff and burst out laughing!

So the point of all this is it is Farm Girl's fault but I am happily listening to my friend and eating whatever I want on vacation!! 

Tomorrow I am going to take a quick trip to Moncton to look at crafty supplies and go have lunch.  It will be my little me-time break.   Maybe I might find an idea for a soon to be announced giveaway......

It's Tradition

Traditions are important.  Especially now with the world changing at such a rapid rate, it is nice to have something to hold on to, something familiar.

Traditions remind us of another time.  A ritual that you can rely on.  You know I'm an old fashioned gal who likes to hold on and honor traditions.  I'm sure we all have family traditions that we cherish and look forward to each year. 

New Shoes on Budget Day!!   Got ya......Lol 

New shoes on budget day

From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

New shoes on budget day is an unusual tradition among Canadian Ministers of Finance. The tradition holds that the Minister of Finance should purchase or wear new shoes when the budget is delivered.
The exact origins of this tradition are not known. The observance of this tradition has been inconsistent among federal ministers; indeed, for two or three finance ministers, this tradition only holds if "new shoes" is interpreted to mean "new footwear". It also makes appearances among provincial finance ministers.

Well, we are not federal or provincial - we are municipal.  And I am not a finance minister.  BUT why should they get all the fun?   Why should they get to buy new shoes?  Plus, men's shoes are kind of ugly.

I see no reason why I should not participate in this fine old tradition today, as we (finally) approve our Budget this afternoon.

So today I am wearing my pretty new "budget" shoes.   (Please ignore the cankles)

Friday at last

I'm not sure I have ever been so happy to see the weekend.

Do you remember those commericals - "Calgon, Take Me Away"?

This is kind of how I felt when I got home from work tonight

This guy sure knows how to party!

But I'm thinking this last guy could REALLY Take Me Away!

Anywhere - He - Wants!

Thank Goodness It's Friday :)



Spring......

Spring has sprung

The grass has riz

My mood has riz

Cranky is gone.  Much of the credit goes to all the comments I received last night.  I couldn't help but laugh at them.  

Yesterday, at the end of the normal work day, I went into a 5 hour meeting.  It should have been over in 3 hrs but you know how it goes sometimes.  Add the fact the Dancing With The Stars was starting last night - - while I was still at work.  By the time I got home, I had missed the first hour and I was exhausted and crabby.

Then I popped onto facebook and saw a fellow hooker/blogger posting about DWTS.  As we chatted back and forth, giving out opinions on the dancers, it was almost like we were watching it together.  Thanks Alice.   That, plus the funny comments you left had me all cheered up by bedtime.

The first day of Spring here was perfect.  And it put me in the mood to have a little fun. Spring Fever makes us a little silly!  My friend Terri and I have been taking turns tormenting other over chocolate chai coffee.  The coffee bar is downtown, near my office but wayyyy across town from her office.  Last week she posted on my facebook a photo of her with 3 coffees --- None of which was for me.   So today I retalitated with a photo of her husband delivering me a coffee to my office!!  

I thank myself everyday for a friend like her, and a friend like her that is good natured.   Now I wait for the payback.........   Its the waiting that is the worst.   I wonder what her next move is??  And when will she strike?? LOL

Ahhhh, the joys of Spring Fever

I need to confess

They say the hardest part is admitting it.  So often we keep the most shameful parts of ourselves secret.  Too ashamed to bring the nasty thing to the light.

Fear holds us back - fear of the mocking and being shunned.

But then one brave soul steps forward to publicly announce their problem.  At first you are horrified but eventually you come to the realization that their brave confession could help bring a dark secret to the surface.  Soon others start to admit that they too are afflicted.

Thanks to the bravery of Andrea, I am now ready to say it out loud . . . . . I need to join O . K . A  (Odd Knitters Anonymous)

Hello, My name is Kim and I knit funny

There . . . . .  I've said it.   Whew,  what a relief.   Until Andrea's confession, I thought I was all alone.  I have never seen anyone knit like me before.  The resulting product looks the same as everyone else, but I hold the needles "funny".  I jab one needle into my leg and hold it there.  Once it's nicely wedged in place I just move the yarn with that hand.  I have no idea where I picked up this stupid habit.  (Meg, Stop Laughing)

I can't knit any other way.  I've tried holding those stupid needles tons of different ways.  Nope.   I've tried the circular needles.  Nope.   And forget trying to knit with those crazy 4 little double pointed things.  Nope.    It's MADNESS

So are there any other people out there who need to join Odd Knitters Anonymous with me and Andrea ?  I wonder what the 12 steps would be for this program . . . . .

Drama Queen

Yes, I admit it - I can be a bit of a drama queen. But today I just may be taking it to the max. 

Prepare to mock me - it's OK  -  I know I deserve it.  Even I am mocking myself.

This morning I was at the hospital.  Nothing serious but it involved me getting . . . . . .(brace yourself) . . . . . a few stitches.

ACCKKK Nothing, and I mean nothing is more horrifying to me than stitches . . . .  in flesh . . . . my flesh.   Gross

At this point if Yaya is reading this (she works in an Operating room) she is probably on the floor laughing at me.

Seriously I am dying here.  You would think I had a major amputation or something the way I am carrying on.  I left the hospital and was all "jello-legged" and my stomach has been squeamish all day.  Its gonna be a long week.   And I don't even want to think about what happens in a few days when I have to change the dressing myself.  I will probably faint - Seriously. 

(Gumdrop Cake recipe to follow - maybe tomorrow - unless I die tonight from the stitches)  seriously - Gross

Thankful ?

Even though it's not Thanksgiving in Canada, I am going to jump in on the Thankful theme . . .  well, sort of

Naturally I am thankful for all the usual stuff - family, friends, blah blah blah  (FYI this is not a mushy post)

Most importantly today I am thankful that every day doesn't start like this morning.  Did you ever notice that however your morning starts it seems to color the rest of the day ??

As you know, we had our first significant snowfall yesterday, about a foot and a bit.  So last night I had the bright idea that I should re-adjust my car in the yard to make it easier for the plow driver.  Well, that didn't work and I could feel I was starting to get stuck so I left it in its awkward position and figured I'd move it in the morning.   (Dumb move #1)

So this morning I mis-calculated getting up early enough to shovel the walk etc and was pushing it for time as I had a meeting first thing.  I haphazardly shovelled and jumped in my car and tramped on the gas pedal.  (Dumb move #2)  Well, I started to slip and slide (in the wrong direction) and ended up off the driveway, onto the lawn - - -  the still unfrozen lawn.  So now I'm really mad and you know when I get mad I sometimes get stupid (no comments please Lol)  and I started giving it more and more gas. (Dumb move #3) Which of course just spun my front wheels deeper and deeper into the lawn.   Geez Louise - the air in the car was blue.  I'm glad none of you were in my yard to hear some of the crap coming out of my mouth.

Almost late for work, I left that car sideways in the yard and grabbed Auntie's keys and hijacked her car for the day.  So I arrived at work just in time for the meeting but completely red lining.  I swear I could have burst a blood pressure cuff if someone had taken my BP.

I won't go into the details of the rest of the day at work but the trend continued.   And I still had to worry about how to get my car out.  I was tempted to leave the friggin thing there til Spring. 

Then after lunch a White Knight appeared and offered to meet me at my house after work to push the car out.   Yippee - It worked.  I was so happy he offered because I wasn't going to ask - mostly because I was embarrassed but also because I knew I would get teased.  The Knights silver armour was only tarnished a teeny bit when he laughed and asked me how in the world I manged to get the car in the bizarre position it was in.   Don't you hate it when they do that ?  However I was so grateful  I let his mocking go was just thankful for my White Knight.

Tomorrow will start better. I'm ordering new snow tires.  

Oh and for those of you who invited me to travel across the border to have Thanksgiving Dinner with you - I really did plan to come but now you know why I didn't arrive - Stupid stuck car.  LOL  But I really did appreciate the offers :) 

P.S.  Thanks Michelle for confessing that you also had to get half naked in front of co-workers for your flu shot.  I feel better now!

Trick or Treat

Hi everyone, it's me - - - Millie

My Momma dressed me all up today.   Don't I look pretty ??

Hmmm, wait a second - - I remember this orange dress

Gasp . . . . . I only wear it once a year . . .

It's that terrible night when creepy looking people bang on

the door for hours . . . .

Oh no - I'm gonna get a sore throat from all the barking I will have to do.

And even worse than all the banging and barking . . . .

Mommy gives treats away to all the little beggers

Hmmm, she always told me it was impolite to beg . . .

What's up with that, huh ??

Oh, Momma says to say . . .

P.S.  I hope no clowns come to the door or Momma's gonna freak



Good Morning - HA......

Some mornings start better than others.

This morning when the alarm went off, I must have been in a deep sleep and I think I was in the middle of a dream.  I woke up all confused and disoriented.

And to make matters worse I was hearing this terrible noise.  It took me a few seconds to figure it out.  It was a strange screeching noise and it was loud.

It sounded like someone was strangling a cat.

Nope it wasn't getting strangled.  Some darn cat was getting its freak on right out side my bedroom window.   O.M.G.......   Trust me, that is not a sound you want to wake up hearing.   Lol

Then I opened up my contact lense case, dumped it out and refilled it with solution.  Hmmmm, I started to think "this isn't right. . . . . ."  Good grief - I threw out my contacts.   (At this point I should have just gone back to bed).   So I managed to find both lenses but then I had no way to know which one was for which eye.  I did eenie, meenie, minee, mo and just stuck them in my eyes.

They didn't feel just right but I was so thrown off this morning I just assumed my eyes were dry and they would feel better in a few minutes.   I dressed, grabbed a coffee and left for work.  Once I started driving I knew something was wrong - I couldn't see right.  (great to be behind the wheel, right)

I had the lenses in the wrong eyes.  Uuughhh,  I got to work and took them out and switched eyes.  It was like a miracle -  I could see again.  

It was like Monday happened twice this week.  Tomorrow all I can say is TGIF.

(Don't I lead an exciting life ?  Hahahah)

Help - Part 3 - The Acceptance

Sometimes you just have to accept defeat.  It looks like I am stuck with my current settings and that there are no options to revert to the old blogger format.  Oh well, its not the end of the world.

I want to thank all of you who tried to help me. I received several emails too.  A few of you tried and tried and I truly appreciate it.  Poor April from Red Jack Rugs was on line with me half the evening, email after email offering suggestions.  Thank you April!!

I did find something today that was helpful.....

I am passing this on to you because it definitely worked for me today, and we all could probably use more calm in our lives. Some doctor on tv this morning said the way to achieve inner peace is to finish all the things you have started.

So I looked around my house to see things I'd started and hadn't finished so I have managed to finish off a bottle of Merlot, a bottle of Chardonnay, a bodle of Baileys, a butle of wum, a pockage of Prungles, tha mainder of bot Prozic and Valiuminun scriptins, the res of the chesescke an a box a chocletz. Yu haf no idr how bludy fablus I feel rite now.

Plaese sned dhis orn to dem yu fee ar in ned ov iennr pisss. An telum,u blody luvum.!! Xxx
 

I wish.....(a beach lesson learned)

I have not been a faithful blogger lately.  I have been busy with company etc, so I have not been keeping up with all of you - but I will eventually get caught up. 

It has been HOT (not complaining yet....but soon)  AND the Air Conditioning unit at work has died.  It has been 2 days and its getting pretty yucky up here.

I have been racing out to the beach every day to visit with the family.  At precisely 4:01pm you will see my car zipping out of the parking lot and heading for Amherst Shore.

I arrived yesterday and grabbed an old tank top and shorts from the back seat and flew into the over-heated cottage announcing "I gotta remove all unnecessary clothing"  Hehehe    This is probably a good time to tell you that it is customary to "relax" here in Nova Scotia cottage country.  There are no requirements to be fashionable.  However............well, I'll get to that in a minute.

I had an OK pair of shorts and a thin little black tank top.   (The "thin" part will be important soon)   After supper and a cold Bud Light, Mary and I decided to see if the tide was out enough to walk on the sand flats.  Nobody was around so away we went.

We just get to the edge of the property when the next door neighbors appear - a lovely couple from Ontario who built a summer "mansion" a few years ago.   So they run out, all hugs and kisses, lets catch up on all the news. 

So the husband latches on to me and wants to talk about all the new Capital Construction Projects the town is doing etc etc.    I can't escape.  I'm starting to panic.   Hmmmmmm, are you all thinking what I'm thinking??

WHY did I remove ALL UNNECESSARY clothing (aka BRA) and put on a paper thin tank top??????

  I was trapped for a half hour.   I honestly do not remember what I said to him or how I answered all his questions.   All I could think of was that I was learning a valuable lesson...........always wear a bra.

AWKWARD

Wednesday Word of the Week

This weeks word is:   CAREFREE

care·free   [kair-free]
–adjective


1. without anxiety or worry.


2. requiring little care: carefree fabrics.

care·free·ness, noun

—Synonyms


1. lighthearted, joyous, elated, cheerful, gleeful, blithe.

 I love this word.  Don't we all wish we were more carefree??  Last night I had a chance to act carefree for an hour.  It was a beautiful night so our photography class met at one of the local parks.   This weeks lesson was on photographing movement or action. 

So we all took the chance to act a little like children and play in the park.

We blew bubbles

 

We went down the slides and we jumped off park benches

And there is nothing better than soaring up high on a swing set

Even Deanne got into the act

 

But, you know how it is.......after too much carefree child's play, we all need to sit down for a wee rest

It's great when you can learn something new and have fun at the same time.  And I can't remember the last time I went down a slide or soared in a swing.

I think my goal for the summer will be to be more carefree. 

Soooo, having said that, I may not do a word of the week post regularly for July and August. 

I will still do them but I may miss a week or two and replace it

with a Wordless Wednesday perhaps. 

That could be a challenge because you know I like to talk so I might struggle with the

wordless part.  Lol 

I hope to be taking lots of photos this summer so I should have lots of wordless material if I can learn to shut my mouth. (well, I guess its more like my fingers since I'm typing)

Wednesday Word of the Week

The word of the day is ..... Stink-eye

 stink eye



Part of Speech: n


Definition: a facial expression of distrust, disdain, or disapproval; also called skunk eye, hairy eyeball


Example: When he kept me waiting, I gave him the stink eye.


Etymology: 1962

All last night I anticipated the Stink-eye.  I knew it was coming.  This morning was the new "Monthly Management Meeting" at work.   I was dreading it (for good reason).  First I must preface by saying that I have a great Boss.  Really, I'm not kidding here. 

BUT (there's always a but) he is a bit of a work-a-holic and ridiculously organized, efficient and always totally prepared.  The rest of the management team have been having trouble keeping up with him.  This is a particularly busy year for capital projects etc and we are all maxed out.  So preparing the level of detail for the reports he was requiring had us all wound up yesterday.

I knew I was not totally prepared and I did not want to get the Stink-eye.  Have you ever got the Stink-eye from your boss??   It sucks.    I did get the old hairy eyeball but much sooner than I anticipated.  It was 5 minutes to nine and I was setting up my laptop in the meeting room.  We have a projector so our documents can be displayed on the wall for everyone to see.  I was all anxious and nervous and dag-nabbit, the projector wouldn't work.  Oh no I think - this is not good, starting off with a problem.  I dialed the tech officer's cell phone.......no answer.  Crap.   I dial her assistant.....no answer.  Nooooooo.  I go out to the receptionist and tell them to find someone and get them in here now!  I continue to try and connect and just get an error message.  Then the boss, who is sitting right in front of me, asks if I am ready to start.  I frustratedly confess that I can't get the projector to work - its broken.

Then there it was.............................

He looked at me and said.................."Ummm, you might want to plug the cable into your laptop."  OMG I got so wound up waiting for my report to get ripped to shreds I didn't connect the cable.  I was so mortified and then the nervous giggle burst out.  He was laughing by this time too.   Then I quietly called the receptionist and whispered "cancel tech support".   

Actually that little incident did calm me down a bit and whether it is good or bad - no one escaped the Stink-eye.  I was not alone.  

Just another manic Monday

It all started so innocently.  Just another Monday...

I arrived at work early (as usual) and put on the coffee pot in the staff room.

After a quick catch-up with Corinne, who had been away all last week, I went to my office

and turned on the computer, opened up the email and.....

Friggin Land Mines started going off all around me. 

Sucky emails, crappy phone calls, crabby people with nasty issues in my office.....

Sheesh, I hate Mondays!

Things started to quiet down around 11am, so since that time I have been hiding in my office....

Like Elmer Fudd during Wabbit Hunting Season

Shhhhhhhh, be vewy vewy quiet.....

Maybe nobody will know I'm still here.........

Wednesday Word of the Week

This week's edition of the Word of the Week features........

Balderdash

bal·der·dash   [bawl-der-dash]

–noun


1. senseless, stupid, or exaggerated talk or writing; nonsense.


2. Obsolete . a muddled mixture of liquors.
Origin:   1590–1600; of obscure origin

I think it is fair to say that this word could apply to a majority of my posts.   It is also a word that has popped into my mind several times this week.

I really can't post anything related to my job but if I could you would often be rolling on the floor.

Really, whoever originally said "There is no such thing as a stupid question"......was a MORON.  Because I hear them on a regular basis !  There have been times in the past few days that I have been rendered speechless ---- (which is quite a feat).  

I sat in my office this afternoon,  attempting with all my inner strength to maintain some degree of professionalism and all I could do was utter a string of grunt-like syllables  "Uhmm, ahh,  buttttt, huh"

I'm kind of a "tell it like it is" gal, so it was hard for me not to say "Are you freaking nuts??"  

While I'm listening to all this Balderdash I sometimes hear my grandmothers voice in my head.  She had lots of little "balderdashy" sayings.

- The lights are on but nobody's home.
- That boy's as sharp as a sack of wet mud.
- His/her elevator doesn't go all the way to the top floor.
- ......not the sharpest knife in the drawer.
- ....dumb as a bag of rocks.

How's your week going?

Hooker's Crack ??

Got your attention, didn't I......

I should state right off the top that the title of this post should

not be comfused with something

like "Plumber's crack"

Ewwwww !

Have you figured out what "Hooker's Crack" is yet ??

WOOL

Yesterday while talking to a friend, the accountant called to say our taxes were done.  

And yes, there is a refund !

So then he says "Wow, you can buy a lot of Hooker's Crack with that".  (he meant wool people...)

I thought it was too funny because just like that other nasty illegal crack, we hookers get addicted to wool.  We can't get enough of it.  No stash is ever complete.

(As I re-read this post, I should note that I doubt anyone has ever gotten addicted to plumbers crack.....just saying)

Its TGIF and I'm feeling a little silly.  On another note, yesterday was Millie's 9th birthday. 

Wednesday Word of the Week

This weeks word is.......Zombie

zom·bie    [zom-bee]
–noun


1. (in voodoo)

a. the body of a dead person given the semblance of life, but mute and will-less, by a supernatural force, usually for some evil purpose.

b. the supernatural force itself.

2. Informal .
a. a person whose behavior or responses are wooden, listless, or seemingly rote; automaton.

b. an eccentric or peculiar person.

3. a snake god worshiped in West Indian and Brazilian religious practices of African origin.

4. a tall drink made typically with several kinds of rum, citrus juice, and often apricot liqueur.

Today is the first of several annual budget preparation meetings.  It is scheduled from noon until 7pm.   Yes...7 hours long.  I am not a "numbers" person.  This is going to be painful.

 

I anticipate being like a zombie before it is over.  Seven long hours of soul sucking, mind numbing presentations of numbers, numbers, numbers.

I can probably feign interest for the first couple of hours but by about 3pm this will be how I feel.  Six adults will each attempt to gain a larger slice of the pie.  And if anyone even suspects there are a few dollars unspoken for this could happen.....

And, I suspect that by about 3 pm even the most entertaining excuses that many will offer for why they NEED the extra money will not even un-zombify me.  "If I don't get the extra money for X then society will crumble, there will be chaos in the streets....etc".  
By 7 pm I think I might need one of the zombie drinks defined in # 4 about.  Lots of rum. 

Wednesday Word of the Week

This weeks word is........Discombobulated

dis·com·bob·u·late   [dis-kuhm-bob-yuh-leyt]

–verb (used with object), -lat·ed, -lat·ing.

- to confuse or disconcert; upset; frustrate: The speaker was completely discombobulated by the hecklers.

- to confuse or perplex someone. : That kind of discussion discombobulates me something awful.

- confused. : I get completely discombobulated when I think of figures that big.



Origin: 1825–35, Americanism ; fanciful alteration of discompose or discomfort

—Related forms    dis·com·bob·u·la·tion, noun

That about sums up the past week.  In the past week we have had a loss in our family, a cousin of Moms.  So with all the confusion of schedules, plus all the extra family that arrives from out of town for the few days surrounding the funeral it has discombobulated all of us.

And then there was the Super Moon.  If you don't believe that a full moon can discombobulate some people - just ask a nurse or nursing home worker.  It happens - trust me. 

Then this morning, the alarm went off as usual but I was completely discombobulated.  I couldn't seem to get it together.  I couldn't figure out what day it was, what I was supposed to do, nothing.  I was completely befuddled for a few minutes.  Then as I started to "wake up" I remembered the dream I was having.  I went downstairs to take Millie out and when I tried to open the door from the mud room out to the porch it would only open a few inches.  The entire sun porch was filled with snow.  Right up to the ceiling. No snow outside or anywhere else - just filling in the sun porch.   Hmmmm I wonder what a dream analyst would have to say about that one??

And I didn't even eat anything strange before I went to bed.  Ohhhh, but it didn't stop there.  After I went downstairs and saw the porch was NOT filled with snow, I went about my morning routine.  Sat down to read the paper and after a couple of sips I thought my coffee tasted funny.   DUH.....it was tea.  I never make myself tea in the morning.  Its always coffee.   Wow I really must have had a rough sleep.

I suppose it was a good thing that I only had to work a half day today.  At this rate, you never know what kind of trouble I could have caused.

Lets hope you don't get too discombobulated this week.  Its a wild ride!

Oh yeah - you may think I am still discombobulated because it is still Tuesday night and not Wednesday but after this week - its close enough to Wednesday to count for me.

:)

Cheers

Happy St. Patricks Day to all

the Irish and the

wannabee's

CHEERS

Wednesday Word of the Week

The word of the week is.....

Vindictive

(vin-dik-tiv)
- Adjective

1.  disposed or inclined to revenge; vengeful: a vindictive person
2.  proceeding from or showing a revengeful spirit
Synonym -  unforgiving

So, Mother Nature.....what's going on??  I never knew you to be so vindictive.

You throw storm after storm at me, all the while probably laughing as the snow banks pile up higher and higher.  Then you top it off with just enough rain to make the snow so friggin heavy people need to see a chiropractor after shovelling.   Why are you being so vindictive???

Yes, I admit I complained a bit about the heat last summer.  Sorry !   And you may possible be ticked that I don't tend the flower beds like you would prefer.  But in my defense - are weeds not part of your creation also ??   So really I'm just honoring another of your plant-life creations by not pulling them out on a regular basis.  But if that is what is ticking you off....again - Sorry! 

Either way - Frig Off -  Enough is enough

Vindictive - Part 2

I went to see a pee wee girls basketball game last night.  They were all sweet and cute in their little uniforms and ponytails.  Until the referee blew the whistle for tip off.   Then they transformed into this

Oh my goodness, there were knees and elbows flying and fouls all over the place.  One girl grabbed for the ball and lifted the other girl right off the ground!    It was like watching an episode of Wild Kingdom  LOL

Those little girls don't fool around!  I should add here that Uncle K. advised Aunt T. and I that he would not be sitting with us in the future.  He also said he would not recommend us as sportsmanship coaches for Rebecca.   It was a great game even though we lost 32-31.  And my princess did get a basket  (and also a foul)  Shhh, I was kinda proud of her.  I know - BAD