For Breezy

Snapdragons
I plant snapdragons every year because they are gorgeous, delightful, sturdy, and fun (yes, I still make them snap like I did as a little girl). Snapdragons were my grandmother Mary's favorite flower, which is another reason I plant them. My grandmother Mary was the most awesome person I have ever known. She was kind, gentle, loving, strong--the rock of her family. She was widowed in 1941 at the age of 43. She had 10 children to raise, the youngest was 3 months old. She did it with no help from her family or my grandfather's family. It was rough going but she managed to get through the rough times and kept her children safe and loved, and sent them into the world as fine, upstanding citizens (corny, I know--but it's true--my aunts and uncles (my mom included) were/are all terrific people).

Why am I posting snapdragons for Breezy? Because Breezy reminds me a lot of my grandmother Mary. Quiet. Determined. Strong. A rock. That's our Breezy.

Happy birthday Breezy. You are awesome and I love you so much. I wish for you a year of new beginnings and happiness because you certainly deserve it.

Guess what today is?

It's gyno/pap smear day! Who here enjoys gyno/pap smear day?

*looks around*

*waits*

*crickets*

I didn't think so.

*sigh*

Today sucked ass

From the second I got to work this morning it was non-stop chaos. All week long it had been calm, piece of cake, easy as pie--love the food references!--and 6:30 Friday morning the universe converged to harsh my mellow big time. It had all gone to pot fast.

It was one of those days where you solved one problem, only to get three more in it's place. And boy were the problems doozies. GAH! I was so busy I almost forgot to eat lunch, and the only reason I finally did was because my stomach was growling so loud I finally remembered. Of course I worked while I ate. How fun is that?

One of my co-workers asked if I was going to stay late today and I looked at him like he was crazy. The computer was shut down and I was out the door once my day was done. The work will still be there waiting for me Monday morning. Oh.Joy.

So! I am very glad it's Friday. Let's hear it for the weekend! WOO!

New favs...

New favorite music: Snow Patrol
specifically: Chocolate and Chasing Cars

New favorite frozen snack: Ben and Jerry Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough Cones

New favorite beverage: Lipton Green Tea with Citrus

New favorite snack:
Robert's Tings

Do you have a new favorite something? Share please!

Huh?

There is an article in today's paper regarding the dress code for high schools in my county. They have gotten "stricter" this year because of what kids were wearing last year.

What where they wearing last year? Spaghetti strap tank tops, pajama bottoms (pajama bottoms?!?!?!?), midriff baring shirts, t-shirts with foul sayings or inuendos, and those damn droopy butt baggy ass pants/jeans/shorts.

WARNING! Here is where I show my age!

In my day *snort* we NEVER EVER would have bared our midriffs, worn pajama bottoms (pajama bottoms?!?!?!?), or t-shirts with crude sayings/logos. And? Who lets their kid wear this crap to school? Yes, I know a lot of parents leave for work before their kids leave for school, but even if my mother had not been at home when the bus came I would NEVER EVER have dressed like that.

Pajama bottoms?!?!?!?!?

I know I don't have kids, so I really don't have a grasp on the battles parents have these days, but come on! Pajama bottoms?!?!?!?!? Heck, a nice pair of sweatpants is better than pajama bottoms.

My generations' biggest battle of the dress code? Getting permission to wear jeans. Of course my generation didn't wear seat belts or bicycle helmets, only got 3 broadcast channels on television, and talked on corded telephones. What did we know? Perhaps if my 16 year old self had been allowed to wear pajama bottoms to school I would have tried. Of course that would have meant I would have needed to knock my stay-at-home mother unconscious every morning so I could escape the house wearing said pajama bottoms.

Signed,
Old Fogey Augie

Friday!

YAY! It's my day off. What should I do?

Stay in my jammies all day and be a slug?
Go to the mall?
Movies?
Favorite restaurant for lunch?
Be responsible and clean the house?

What do to? What.to.do.

Boo boo faces

Buster the Girl cat. She always looks so sad. Such a boo boo face. I love her so much.

Mousey the Catnip Ho. I threw a package of catnip seeds in this container, just to see if they would grow. Before the little seedlings could get more than 3 inches tall the cats started digging at them, so I covered the top with chicken wire. Now the cats lay on it, roll around and get a buzz on. Mousey is the self-proclaimed Queen Bee and will lay a smackdown on any cat who has the nerve to lounge on her stash. Such a boo boo face.

Keebler the Gnome is hiding. His little boo boo face can barely be seen between the impatients and the salvia. Actually, his little red cap is all that can barely be seen.
As a reference, I'm posting the pictures I took of Keebler when he first came home to live in my yard. He has not moved at all, the only change is the growth of the flowers:


The blue salvia, white allysium, and pink impatients have gone crazy. Sadly, the pretty purple petunias have crapped out. If I was a suspicious type, I'd say Keebler had something to do with the demise of the petunia. *grin*

Say "hello" to my new baby...

2006 Ford Escape Limited in Titanium Green

Fully loaded and a great deal. Best thing? Moonroof baby!

Friday to do list

-- Do not drown when Ernesto hits *in direct path*

-- Get hair cut at 12:30 *cannot wait*

-- Do not forget hair appt at 12:30 *hops*

-- Enjoy day off

-- Remind people I don't have to go back to work until Wednesday *giddy*

-- Make list of chores to do during long weekend

-- Ignore list of chores