change of schedule effects the walking farts.

So I switched schedules with Jill at work. I am coming in an hour later than before. I will have to wait until the week is up before I can comment on weather or not it will work for me, but today was OK until I got to work.

I have noticed the past week that every time I get out of my car and walk across the parking lot and into the building I get the walking farts. (don't go ewww, if you think you don't get them, you are lying to yourself).
I am not usually worried about the walking farts as they are mostly quiet and..... it's 6 am. No one is about to hear me.

However this morning, it was 7 am and there were people in the parking lot. I didn't think much about it at first, but how do I know that they aren't as loud as I think? I mean I can hear them, but I've always assumed that this is because, 1: I know what I'm doing, and 2: I'm right there.  But how do I know that others can't hear? I am pretty sure the guy whom I saw as I was walking in could not hear me, but I am only sure because he didn't look over at me. HAHAHA.

So now I am going to be more paranoid about my farting. That along with driving facing the sun is going to make me wish for the earlier shift again....... :)

Unhappy with myself

Yesterday was a blurr. I was 30 minutes late to work and then left after 4 hours. I was sore from Aerobics and so stinking tired. I am VERY tired of being tired. It's such a chore to get anything done that I've allowed my dishes to pile up again, the litter boxes need to be cleaned, and I'm pretty sure that some cat sprayed near my favorite reading chair. I've got laundry to do and I need to scrub the toilet. Yet what am I doing? Sleeping!  It's all I do. I got home yesterday and slept from noon to 6, and then again from 6 to 9 and again from 11 to 7:30 this morning.

I did get a call somewhere in there noon to 6 time frame from the doctors office. It seems I have a urinary tract infection. Yay me!   The nurse was also very quick to inform me that my sugars were sky high and that Dr. T said: " You need to work on your diet. You know this."  The way she said it made me feel like a chastised 6 year old. 

I've said before I have a very hard time being a diabetic. Frankly I suck at it. I know that sounds whiny and I'm certainly not the only person who is bad at it, but I need to get my Sh*t together and work on it better.

You would think after seeing all the problems my Auntie Elaine is going through now at almost 65, I would work harder at taking better care of myself. But I'm delusional. I am an ostrich with my head in the sand, and I am very good at convincing myself I am OK. I even tell myself that I am going to be so good about watching what I eat and taking my medicines, and then it goes out the door.

Today as an example I have convinced myself to go to the store and buy fruit and string cheese. This will be breakfast from now on. But I know that's not really reasonable. I was good all last week at eating salad at work, except for.... Monday because I was late and didn't take lunch, and Thursday because I had a doctors appointment and yesterday because I left early. So hum......  I guess two out of five days?  Not really all week huh?  And I ate 2 PB&J sandwiches when I got home Tuesday and I stopped at Arby's on the way home Wednesday.  I am just totally obsessed with food. Gotta have it.

Dan said to me today what are we going to do about your sugars?  I am so down right now that I said the first thought  I had. "I'll just stop eating all together. That should fix it."
I know that's not the answer and I know I could never do it. But dang it. I am tired.

Kamikaze Birds

What is up with the birds?  Yesterday I came close to running over 3 birds. A few days before Dan almost ran over a Seagull. This could have been bad as they are the state bird.  When Stef was driving back from Aerobics yesterday she almost ran over one, and I'm pretty sure that I didn't kill one, but did run over it this morning.

It's almost like all the birds are trying to commit suicide. When I mentioned this to Stef yesterday, she laughed. I then made a funny voice and pretended to be a Kamikaze Bird.  "That's it, the humans have destroyed the world. Let's end it all!".  Or "Global warming in the North, oil in the South East, it's time to go!"

Now I'm bird paranoid. I'm terrified some bird will jump in front of my car and make me a bird murderer.

Out standing in my field

Today I wore a dress down sticker. What this means is that I have done such a good job at work that someone complimented me and I got a sticker that I can wear that will allow me to be able to dress in casual clothes on a Regular Work Day. These little babies are like gold to me and I horde them. Hence the date on my current sticker is 05/29/09.  In the past few months the company has changed the look of the sticker but the one I wore today has a picture of a cow and says: "Holy Cow... You are OUTSTANDING in your field!"   "Keep up the great work!"

I had a doctors appointment today and thought it would be nice to dress down. So I wore my sticker. Now I forgot I had it on when I went to the doctor's office, and was reminded when the nice lady behind the check in desk chuckled. When I looked at her questioningly she nodded at my shoulder and said "You're outstanding in your field".  I laughed and explained the reason for the sticker.

Next came the nurse, and once again the explanation. Then my Doctor. I love Dr. T. He's great. He laughed and then we talked about my continuous fatigue. We were discussing my diabetes and sugar levels when I told him that I know I get more tired when I'm high.  Suddenly he laughs and says "You're High?". It took a moment to get it, and then I laughed too. He meant Marijuana high, not Blood Sugar high.  I told him if I was High I wouldn't be complaining about being tired. I'd get the best sleep of my life. HAHAHAHA

After Dr. T. I had to go to the lab to draw blood and pee in a cup.  Can I just mention how much I HATE peeing in the damn cup? They give you a cup the circumference of a 1/2 dollar and tell you to fill it at least half way. HUH?!?  I'm a girl for crying out loud.  I don't have the proper aiming abilities and frankly I can't really see well enough down there to get the position correct. EWWWWW!   I need a freaking bucket not a thimble. GRRRR. 

Anyway the check-in lady at the lab laughed at my sticker and once again I found myself explaining the reasoning. Then I was taken back by the cutest phlebotomist ever. He was hot!  I found myself almost offering my other arm to poke just so I could keep looking at him. *sigh* 
I had to explain the cow sticker once again. By this time I couldn't stop chuckling to myself and had to send a text to my co-workers saying: " Mental note, do not wear a dress down sticker when going to the doctors or having tests done." Also as I was leaving the lab area, the Lady said to me: " Have a great day out standing in you're field!" 

I talked to the diabetic nurse afterwards and I explained that I have such a hard time taking my evening dose of insulin. I just don't remember. I don't forget to eat, but I can't remember to take the medicine with my food. I then told a story of how my friend  Lorie calls her sister Jo every day to remind Jo to take her meds. Lorie has a reminder programed into her phone so she calls. I made and off hand comment that I should pay Lorie like $10.00 a month to call me every evening and remind me. Then my Nurse said that doing that could be a great way to earn money.  Wow, it could. So when I got back to work I emailed the suggestion to Lorie. Brandy even said that she'd pay Lorie 10 bucks to call her.  I think she should advertise on KSL and see if she could get a following. She could set up a PayPal account and do it. Heck I might even do it just to make some extra mullah.

Hum.......  That's an idea......  Now I could really be Outstanding in my field......

The Angel Stalker

Angel has a new boyfriend. He used to be Patches friend but I think he finally figured out that she wasn't interested in him. He is a stray I call Socks.  It's because two front legs are striped and the two back legs are all white. He's a very friendly cat, but he has never been fixed. I don't really like him in my house because we are sure he is the one who sprays, but I can't keep him out if I leave the door open for my cats, and they LOVE to go outside.

Socks has been following Angel everywhere. He tags after her like a love sick fool. It's kinda sad because she doesn't want anything to do with him, but he's all about being near her. If she goes into the bathroom, he follows. If she jumps on the bathroom counter he waits below in the doorway. If she goes to the kitchen to eat, he is 3 paces behind her.

If he can't find her, he howels and meows and searches. Ah.... young love.....

Talking to myself

***** WARNING. THIS BLOG MIGHT NOT MAKE ANY SENSE. READ WITH CAUTION *****


Today has been a day full of thoughts. It will not surprise you that I spend a lot of time talking to myself. I feel it's the product of being an only child. One who was sheltered, loved, needed, adored, and sometimes alone. I can talk to myself about anything, and give myself opinions without fear of reprisal. I talk to myself mostly in the car. It's nice to know that most people who see me talking in the car either think I am singing along to the radio or think I'm talking on a phone.

Someone once said to me that it's ok to talk to yourself. It's ok to answer yourself. but if yourself ever says "huh?" then it is time to worry.

Today is the first day I ever said "huh?" to myself.

I have always had an opinion of things. I have an outsiders view and while I certainly like to give my 2 cents worth, I've hardly ever been hurt or offended when it was rejected.
Today while driving I had a complete conversation with myself that was unpleasent. It's something that needed to be done and I was trying it out on myself before I tried it out on another person.  As I was talking through my thoughts out loud, I had a sudden moment where I completely forgot what I was saying and had to pause.

I don't know if it was because I was worried about a reaction, if I was having a medical moment, or just a pretend brunnet moment. but I actually said out loud to myself, "huh?"

It came back to me in a flash, but kind of scared me. I've realized that I am so worried about a certain thing that I can not deal with it and as I know I must, I seem to shut it down.

I feel better now as I finally talked to the person I needed to. I feel bad though that I probably brought some pain to that person, but hard questions needed to be asked, and even harder answers needed to be said.

Now my process is to deal with the answers I received.

Mean Kitty, New Kitty, All over Kitties

This morning I got up a decided that my dream of putting my broken tomato plant into water was not a bad idea. I mean what could it hurt right? So I got up and dressed, went out back and picked it up off the table and brought it into the house. Here I got my tallest heavy plastic cup, filled it with water and in it goes. I'll keep you updated on the progress. Meanwhile, I will try to find another plant and see if I can get one almost ready to flower.  I will pull out an old bucket and try to grow my tomato upright.

As I was getting the broken plant I let all my kitties out. With the storm last night it was rainy, windy, and cold. I closed the door so they were all stuck inside during the night. I don't think this bothered Patches or our newest addition Angel, but I know Argo, Meela, and Tiger were ready for outdoors this morning.

I also refilled the food dishes. 6 cats eat a lot. lol.  I left the door open as I usually do, and suddenly I hear this deep throat Meow!  The cat I call Mean Kitty was back.  He's actually pretty friendly to people but he's mean and pushy to the fellow cats.  I have noticed his jaw looks swollen and I am wondering if it's infected. Probably. With Argo around I have come to recognize infected areas. 

So I feel bad because he won't even come near me to let me look at it. I don't know what I could do anyway. He is a stray and I don't feel comfortable holding him down by myself to look at it, let alone see if I can clean it up. I'm tempted to call animal control, but then I am illegal with 6 cats and I don't want that hassle. So Mean Kitty will have to tough it out I guess.   I put some food in the outside bowl as he will only eat if he can't see me so when he tries to come in the door he can't.

Angel doesn't like him at all, but that isn't surprising considering she is not happy with any of my cats. She has gotten to the point where she will tolerate them on the sink with her, but only as far away as possible and only if I pet her and them at the same time. She is most comfortable I think with my jealous girl Princess.
Angle came to me via my auntie Elaine who is very sick right now. She is currently in the hospital and is doing better than she was a few days ago.  She was retaining so much water her legs were the size of elephant legs. She could barely get pants on and could hardly walk. The hospital so far has pulled off 19 liters of water.
Lance and I saw her yesterday and she was looking better but I could tell she still is not feeling good. I'm not ready for her to go yet, so I had to make her promise to hold on a bit longer. Between her and Lorie's mom, they are the only mommies I've got.

So Angel needed a place to stay. She came home with me. She is a very sweet kitty and totally adores Andy which is funny because he is allergic to cats but was willing to let her love and rub on him. We had to take her collar off for two reasons. The first being it was on too tight. It hadn't been adjusted in a long time and Stef noticed it was cutting into her skin. The second is that I don't believe in collars on cats who go outdoors. Not even break-away collars.  I have seen too many Kitty's hung by one of those, and break-aways don't always break. Angel will be going outside now and I want her to be safe.

She is a very shy kitty and doesn't go far. I am sure she will be like Patches and just stay in the yard. I have stopped putting food and water in the spare bedroom where she was first kept, because she needs to learn to eat and drink in the kitchen.  This is working very well so far.  My next step is to remove the spare litter box from that room and introduce her to the downstairs litter boxes. This could be a little tricky as I don't think she's been downstairs since she first came here.  I will leave the box upstairs a little longer, but she is going to get carried downstairs, shown the boxes, and then the spare box will move to the stairs in slow progression until I can firmly take it away.

Argo is taking the new addition all in stride. To me he is like a California surfer dude. Laid back, relaxed and chillin'.  He don't care as long as he gets fed, watered, clean potty, and lots of love.

Meela is like a regal lady. A duchess who is not sure why she's here. As long as her Argo dotes on her she is happy. She's beautiful with dark grey fur, and a white patch on her chest to belly. She has four white paws that look like slippers and a sweet grey nose.

Tiger is not as thrilled with Angel, but he too is chillin'. He is more like a naughty teenager. Always pushing the boundaries. He is a total lover when he wants to be, or if he knows he's in trouble, and a total Sh*thead when he's thinking he is getting away with it, or wants it bad. With his dark striped fur and regal nose, he thinks he's the king of the castle.

My little Princess Zelda is just that. The princess. She is jealous of the other cats attention, and when she wants our attention she will sit quietly and stare at you. But if you are not paying attention to her, she will reach out a sweet delicate paw and using her ever sharpened stiletto like claws, snag at you until you pet her. She is the only cat out of 3 with claws that uses the scratching post. And like all good royalty, she only uses the tan one. In four years she has never so much as glanced at the green one. The tan one has been shredded to almost nothing, and i am going to have to hunt another down in that color soon. Her black white body is sleek and I am most fascinated with how the colors just stop and start. Her fur blends so well that it looks like she just got splashed with paint.  I like it when she closes her eyes. I looks like a pirate in that she's missing one, and only has a small slit for the other.

Patches is as usual the Queen. She is the Matriarch of our clowder. (name for group of cats).  She is Dan's baby in every way, and if we think princess is pushy, Patches is the owner of cranky. She wants what she wants when she wants it. For a number of years if Dan was not home and I was sitting down, she would climb on top of me, sit on my round tummy and relax. But the minute we hear Dan coming up the stairs, she would shoot off of me like a rocket, run down the hall to the bedroom, stop, and then come calmly sauntering back into the living room and look at him with innocent eyes.  "What? I wasn't doing anything." Then she would rub on Dan's legs and meow delicately so he would pick her up. When we first met, if I sat next to Dan and she was on his lap, I would try to pet her. She would tolerate one pat, maybe two but if I went for a third she would try to bite me. (she has no claws).  Now of course she is older and wiser. She knows that if Dan isn't paying her enough attention that all she has to do is come to love on me. Once Dan sees that, HE get jealous and calls to her and she will run right over. Talk about playing one parent off the other, HAHAHA.  Dan adores her though. She is very sweet with dark tortoiseshell coloring and a really odd looking nose. She was gigantic when Dan and I first started dating, but over the years she has gone to looking almost anorexic. The Vet says she is fine, but she weights hardly anything these days.
I worry that she might pass on soon. When she does I don't know how to console Dan. he will be devastated.

Patches doesn't care a wit about Angel as long as she doesn't cut into Patches/Dan time. But they aren't going to be best friends anytime soon either.

Angel is going to have to buck up and become a good camper though. She's stuck with us for now. She is very pretty in her white and grey body. Lance and Braydon love how she looks because her nose is so funny looking, with the colors that it almost looks like it's broken. She's still very skittish, but if you sit still long enough she will come to rub on you.

I can't possibly take anymore kitties, and to be honest although I really want a dog, I don't think I can get one anytime in the near future. I'm afraid the cats would kill it. lol

Death in the garden

Today was so windy. I can't believe how incredibly windy it was. I left with Braydon to pick up Lance so we could go see IronMan 2. It was just as good the second time around. When we left the wind was blowing but it wasn't too bad. But, when I talked to Dan he told me that the wind had blown out the window paine above our stairs. It didn't break or break anything, but the paine of glass was just laying there.

When I got home I decided to check on our Garden. I have been worried about the how the pepper plants and tomato plants were doing in the cold. I am so excited because we finally had some flowers on the tomato plants and I am hoping to get some great tomatoes for the summer. 

So out to the back I go. And what do I see? Well actually what don't I see?

Notice anything Missing?  (If not please look back on a previous post where I show the picture of my garden).  For those of you who did notice, yep!  My tomato plants are gone.

The big nasty wind blew so hard that it snapped both my tomato plants right off. I only found one.

I am so sad.  I really, really wanted to grow tomatoes.  Now I don't know if I can.  It might be too late. Oh SADNESS.

Oddly enough the rest of the plants that were upright are fine.

*sigh* I guess I am only meant to grow Peppers and Basil.  I am going to try to grow some Oregano as well, but what's the point when my tomatoes are all gone?

I feel like raising my fist to the sky and shouting why?!?! Why do innocent tomato plants have to die? Where is the justice in the world?

Where the heck are my keys?

I hardly ever lose my keys. I can't say never because frankly who can? But I am very conscious of my keys most of the time. Today. I lost my keys.

My daddy would be so proud to know that I have put into practice one of his many admonishments. I have discovered the joy of putting something back where I found it. I unfortunately do not always practice this, but for the most part I have found that when I put things back, like my car keys, surprise! They are right there in my purse where they belong!

Yesterday I stopped to check the mail, but I was in Dan's car instead of mine. When I got back into the car, I set my keys (they have the mail box key) on the seat instead of dumping them in my purse which is something I almost always do.

To my horror, I discovered this morning that at no time during my trip to Arbys did I tuck them back into my purse. I got a hold of Dan to discover that why, yes I did leave them in his car. Now they are in his pocket. I searched the house all over to find the Valet key, but only found the one for Dan's car. 5 years of this key sitting in practically the same damn place, and nope. no valet key.

Dan asked why it wasn't hanging on the Key hanger that is in our kitchen. Good question. we don't' have ANY USEFUL keys on that thing..... We're not the sharpest tools in the shed.

So to Braydon's joy he gets to stay until Dan gets home, and to my chagrin, I am not going to aerobics today. Stef texted that she needed a ride as Andy has to work late. I'm glad because Mother Nature showed up yesterday and she's taking revenge for the last two months of nice quick simple periods. But I really need to go. Sigh....

So my friends, lesson learned. Always put things back where you find them, and I guarantee it won't be your fault if they disappear.

In the playground with hand grenades

I went downstairs to find out what Dan and Braydon wanted for lunch. I found them watching Saving Private Ryan. I hate war movies and avoid watching them with Dan at all costs. Sorry sweetie, but I just can't watch.

I'm so happy that Braydon is loving watching just as much as Dan. FINALLY someone who can watch them with him! YAY!

Braydon couldn't wait to tell me about the funny part in the movie.

*************** warning, spoiler alert. If you ever want to see the movie and haven't before do not continue reading until after you see it. ***********************************************

They told me in all giggles about the part where they find the wrong Private Ryan and how they tell him all his brothers are dead. The poor man freaks because his little brothers are all in grammar school. Braydon could barely tell me the story he was giggling so hard. Dan had to finish telling me. He said that in the book they tease the poor man that his brothers all died playing with hand grenades on the playground. I know ever movie needs so humor and I think it was funnier to see my two boys laughing about it together. It was like watching two people who shared a funny moment that everyone else just had to be there for.

Later I talked to Lorie and said I was keeping Braydon another night. I can't believe how much easier it is to only have one at a time. I like to take all 3 to give Lorie a well needed break, but I don't think I realized how hard it was. I'm going to take Lance for a day or two this week. Since my brother-in-law isn't coming after all, I am not going completely crazy cleaning like I planned. It's easier because then I can take a boy and have some fun.

Lorie said she felt like we were divorced and planning visitation. It did kind of feel that way as I was telling her I would bring Braydon back tomorrow and pick Lance up on Wednesday. Over the 4th I will have time off too. I think I will offer for Jadon to come stay. I don't think he will as he is a bit shy and not used to sleeping anywhere except Grandma Morris' house. But I hope he will just to give Bill and Beth some time to be together.

I am ending this post now, as I can hear my boys put in a new movie and I think I will empty the dishwasher.....

Things that make you go HUH?

Last night my friends and I got together for some girl chat. If men only knew.....

We decided to go to dinner at Chili's and made Stef go in her Jammies. I wish we all could have done that. We laughed and talked and had such a fun time. We missed the Charlotte, but we'll get together again.....

While we where at the resturant, we decided to eat a bit healthy just cuz Beth started Weight Watchers. I'm supporting her all the way! Plus if figure if she can do it, then maybe I can too.

Stef had salmon which looked great and to me smelled so stinky! She appologized as neither of us thought about the fact that she was sitting next to me. lol. She found a small bone in her salmon and we were all joking that she should call the manager over and complain. (no she really wouldn't have. Bones are a part of eating fish). Suddenly our waitress grabbed Lorie's empty plate and says in a loud voice: "I'm sorry you didn't like it. I'll call my manager right over." We all kind of paused and I'm sure we had mirror faces of horror as we were only kidding. But then we realized she was talking to Lorie and not Stef, and this guy was walking by just as she said that. Lorie who is usually quick on her feet, said: "I thought it was just awful." That's when we all realized that the guy was the manager and the waitress was just giving him a hard time. We couldn't stop laughing. It was great.

Lorie took off early. She's met a new friend, and wanted to get home to hang out with him. Which was totally cool. Beth, Stef and I left a bit later and headed back home.

We got into Dan's car (named Chuck) and Beth climbed into the back. As I started the car forward it started to make this crazy noise. It would stop every time I breaked and start when I pushed on the gas. Stef kept asking me if the emergency break was on, but it wasn't. After a couple of test starts and stops, I decided to see if it would keep doing it if I excelerated past first gear. Suddenly it stopped.

Then Beth started laughing. We finally got her to say what was so funny. I guess Stef and I were sitting there saying "huh" in different tones. Huh? huh. huh! huh?

So there it went. The huhs. I decided that Things that make you go HUH? was my blog title but then I forgot it today when I went to blog. Thank goodness Stef rememberd. lol

It was such a good night. Beth finally let at 2. I'm pretty sure she wanted to leave earlier but we kept talking. Andy and Stef stayed until after 4. Angel my auntie Elaine's cat who's staying with us, loved Andy. She could not stop loving on him. She was all over him like cheese on a hamburger. It was really cute.

Today Angel has pulled out her bravery. She has had her first venture outside. The back door is opened as usual and as I sat at the kitchen table I noticed her outside. She walked around a bit and then wanted to come back in. But Princess was blocking the door. I finally got Princess to move and Angel ran right in.

I'm a little tired but not quite sleepy. Braydon is spending the night again, and I know I should go to bed early so I can be up sometime around when he will wake up. lol.

I'm going to try to give up huh, but I have a feeling that it's not going to be easy.....

Riding my flower shaped motorcycle

Tonight was water aerobics. 3 weeks is too long to go w/out. Not only is it kicking my ass, but it stomps on it when I fall down. I'm proud of Stef and I for picking it up again, but I'm so freaking tired. I can't get up in the mornings, and all I want to do is sleep all day. I'm doing the bobble head at work.....

Tonight the instructor had us straddle the noodles and then peddel like we're riding a bike. It was fun, but I got to pretending that mine was a motorcycle instead. But.... Not only was it purple, the noodle was in the shape of a flower. Hard to look tough riding a flower.

Stefanie tried to spin me around which almost dunked me in the water. I got a bit of revenge by pushing her noodle under water and almost dunking her. We laughed. It was a fun night.

I am really excited to keep going. If it wasn't so much time, I would go 4 nights a week. But once you get ready, get there, get in the pool, get out of the pool, take a shower, get dressed in the locker room (and for Stefanie finally get the lock undone), drive back home, it's almost 2.5 hours later..... I have to go to bed early ya know...

Speaking of bed, I suppose I should be off. Jill if you read this I miss you. I had to read your blog just to remember what you look like. I'll see ya in 2 more weeks.

Hey! There's toliet paper on your shoe

So I went to see my Auntie Elaine at the care facility yesterday. She's looking much better but was so tired she could hardly keep her eye's open to talk to me. She rang for the nurse shortly after I got there to have someone check her blood sugars. I could be exaggerating, but I swear it took almost 10 minutes for someone to come to her room. Then it wasn't the nurse but a woman who asked if it was something she could help with. Elaine told her she needed the nurse so they could check her blood. 10 minutes after that, the Aide came in. Again we stated we needed the nurse so she could check her blood. It was almost another 10 minutes before the nurse finally showed up. I didn't say anything, because I was thinking that at least they showed up, but I was a bit upset that we had to tell two different people before we got the person we needed.

I left not too long after that and bumped into Bill as he was coming to see his mom. We chatted for a few minutes and I told him I was meeting Beth to go shopping because we had discount coupons at Fashion Bug. He asked me to take his wife to dinner as she needed to get away. I said, not a problem!

We met at Fashion Bug, but I couldn't find anything I liked that would fit me. Why oh why do they make big girl clothes so, grandma-y? I'm 37 not 67. I want to look younger than I am. I want to be comfortable in my clothes. I swear I need to learn how to sew and design my own clothes. I found a great pair of pants that would fit me length wise, but darn it, Elephant butt strikes again. The legs were so baggy that I could have fit a penguin in each one.

I finally gave up on me, and started looking for some shirts for Lorie. Her birthday is coming up, and I don't think the housing is going to get her bushes pulled in time to get her flowers to plant. She's hard to shop for, as I have learned the hard way that even if she says something is cute, she doesn't mean she wants to wear it. So I sent her some pictures and questions and bought her a few shirts. Of course some where on clearance and so they didn't go towards my coupon/discount. I ended up spending $60.00 anyway. hum.... I need to rethink my shopping processes.

After Fashion Bug we went to Souper Salad because Beth is trying to be eating better. We sat and talked for some time, and soon I needed to use the restroom. I came out and walked back to our table, where I told Beth I was going to get some desert. As I walked towards the buffet, Beth in a not so low voice says " You have toilet paper on your shoe!" I look down and sure enough I had a friend attached to the bottom of my shoe. I am sure I turned pink, I bent down to grab it, looked back up at Beth and started to laugh. She was laughing so hard I thought she would fall out of the booth. I ran back to the bathroom to toss the paper in the garbage and re-wash my hands. Then I came out and with much dignity I walked to the buffet to get my desert.

When I got back to the table, Beth apologized for shouting it out. We laughed about it some more. Thankfully there were not many people left in the restaurant when she kindly told me about my tag along. It could have been a more embarrassing moment.

It's good to know that I have such comforting friends. I mean who else would have friends that will shout out about the toilet paper on your shoe?

Smells like....... EWWWW!

It's been 3 weeks since I have been to water aerobics. I totally love it, but I had surgery on my right leg and had to stay away for at least a week. Then my brother passed away, and I just couldn't bring myself to go. Now I'm sick. Grrrr. Sorry Stef. We'll go next week. Promise.

I also had another reason for not going. It seems that someone, (me) forgot to take her wet, chlorine saturated swimsuit and towel out of her bag the last time. It's been sitting in the living room for THREE WEEKS! I took them out, and OMG! That is the most aweful smell. I can think of a rare few others that are worse, but UGH!

I had to wash them in hot water 5 times, with three loads of bleach. I'm allergic to mold, but I could not afford to just toss these two items. I am in hopes that this is the last time I will make that mistake. Whew, it was aweful. If I wasn't already sick to my tummy, that would have done it.

Mental note..... hang up the wet stuff!

One with the Butterfly

Memorial Day was awesome. I missed my friends who could not be there, but I understood why. We had so much food because we were expecting like 25 people and ended up with about 10.

Dinner was held downstairs so we could be with Auntie Elaine. Her legs and feet were so bad. It made me want to cry. I just know they had to be hurting her. She can hardly walk.

It was kind of dark in the Dragon's Den, but it was fun to be able to be in the same room with everyone and talk. Charlotte wasn't feeling well, so they came for a couple of hours but then had to go.

I made peanutbutter finger bars from a recipe I found on another blog I stalk. They turned out pretty darn good!

Here's some pictures. I hope they turn out ok. I'm having issues figureing out how to put them in my text.

Bill showing off one of his many talents.

Destiny and Autumn were so cute. They loved the kitties, which was sweet. Most of the cats took off for hidden ground, but Argo stood his own and let them pet him. Oddly enough the stray cat we named StripedSocks, was willing to be petted too. He was very nice and patient with them.

We taught Destiny how to open the garbage can. It has a step opener, and she had to teach Autumn too. Destiny just loved Dan. She had so much fun with him grabbing her and then plopping her down on the ottoman. But we made him stop because I could only imagine her dinner coming back up.

Here is Destiny showing off her waste management talents. It was great because we figured it would help her get a job later in the Waste Management industry. Of course later she was pole dancing with the cat scratcher. I will have to investigate to see which job pays better. lol. Of course she could always do both.

Once almost everyone had left, the little girls trapped me upstairs to read them books. We sat down and read the Little Mermaid and Return to Neverland. They were so cute.

When Beth came up and we were sitting in the living room talking Destiny took off floating through the room and saying: One with the Butterfly. I thought it was great. Beth thinks it's a Native American name. I liked it for my title. One with the Butterfly is out. Peace!