I'm weary

I'm tired of the home "fix-up"
I'm tired of not being able to clean (weird huh!)
Why clean, the construction dirt will be back. . . immediately.
I'm tired of my fridge being in the garage.
I'm sick of eating out.
I want my furniture back where it belongs.
I cannot play the piano and I miss it. (go figure)
I miss having a dishwasher.
I want to cook again.
I want Sunday dinners at my home again.
(bless Travis and Mandi, they've hosted us for 6+ weeks)
I want to be able to walk bare footed in my home again.
I want the sun to shine for a few hours a day.
I need to plant my tomatoes.
(is it too late?)
I want my poppies to bloom.
I need to plant some herbs on my deck.
Oh, dear, I think I'm very ungrateful.
I want it to be warm enough to ride Benny.
I want the hose in the front of my home to be usable.
I hope my geraniums that got snowed on yesterday are still alive!

Peeve. . . .

I HATE the word ginormous
I actually found it in the
Webster Dictionary and
it was first used in 1948.
But, I still hate it and
it sounds like some made-up
piece of crap.
When I hear it I want to
slap the mouth that uttered it.
Not the nice bitch-slap either,
I mean a big ole' Knock your teeth out
kind of slap.
So. . . . beware - you've been warned
I might not be able to help myself
under certain circumstances.

My Guilty Pleasure
Beware this is not for the feint of heart...
or children.

Oh my, I have to admit something.
I started watching Dancing With the Stars
when Marie Osmond was on, I watched just to
see if she could dance (she can't! But, she
went pretty far because there are a bunch of
crazies that love her dolls and kept voting
for her)
Any-hoo, I've been watching ever since . . . sort of.
It usually consists of the Tuesday night results.
But. . . . .
I've been watching Mondays and Tuesdays this
round, because of Kirstie Alley.
I LOVE HER
I love that she just tells it the way it is,
and doesn't give a rats a$$!
She is Big and Bold and Brazen.
And. . . . .
her partner was the Maxim - ummmmm.......
Well, I've never voted, but if I were going
to it would have been this season for Kirstie.
I didn't have to, there are enough peeps like
me, old, fat and fabulous that have Kirstie as
their fav for the season. She dropped like
a ton of weight, after Maxim drug her a$$ around
the dance floor for 12 weeks. I wish there were
a Dancing with the "Unknown in Suburbia Hell"

and I would be first in line to sign up to do it.

lunchtime temperature on May 17th

Yes, I said May 17th

need I say more?

where does it end?

it started with getting some new floors.
But before the floors were installed we wanted to
paint.
With new paint, we might as well change the mouldings.
With the kitchen floor removed, and leaking appliances,
we need new appliances.
With an old home the space constraints left me with
few options for a new fridge. We ended up with the
stainless steel. I have lots of pictures on
my "wall of shame" a.k.a. fridge.
Now I Need a new place for the wall of shame.
The stainless steel appliances will require me to
change out the gold hardware on my cabinets and
drawers to brushed nickel.
The new paint and floors will make my
lighting look like what it is . . . .dated.
So, new fixtures will be picked out.
This is why we don't do "updates" on the
house, it is a never-ending project.
I wish we were finished.

It's that time of year. . . . .

What are you doing to get in shape?
Do you even care?
I don't. This is the year I give up.
No more caring.
I will, however, keep shaving my legs
and under arms.
I will look for fun sandals.
I will keep applying the fake tanning lotion.

I remember my mother's prayers and they have always followed me. They have clung to me all my life.

Abraham Lincoln

Today is Mother's Day.
Growing up I loved my mom.
It was later, after I left home, that I gained a real appreciation for my Mom.

Later still, as I became a Mom, this appreciation grew to a huge sense of obligation I felt toward my Mom.

Not obligated in that I felt I needed to pay her back for my youthful selfish actions.

But, that I had an obligation to be as good a Mom to my own children.

I didn't what them to have the "cheap imitation" of a Mom.

But, alas it was not to be, I couldn't be the

Mom to my children that my Mom was to me.

So, I tried to be a different kind of Mom.

There were times I felt the shadow of my Mom in my

actions, and words, a hint of her humor when

I would laugh a big belly-laugh at my families antics.

There were even times that a recipe I tried

tasted nearly as good as hers.

I always have my toenails painted, as does my Mom.

I pick various colors for myself, Mom has always

wore RED polish on her toes. Once I

asked her "why always red Mom?"

She answered:

"It's the wicked in me."

I always laugh when I think of that.

There is nothing wicked about her. . . . .ever.

I'm grateful to have such a great Mom. I've always believed

in myself, because Mom told me she believed in me.

What a blessing she has been to me and continues to be.

I love you Mom