Hate Cleaning

The dust & pollen has been so bad here lately this spring that if I dust in the morning, it is back by the afternoon. So I think...Why bother? Lawn mower man came Friday and took care of everything besides the areas he can't reach in the woods, then hubby mowed around the house last night. Looks much better. But it still needs the weed eater in places. A friend recommended a very strong weed killer last year that as yards manager of the local amusement park he used. Told us that it REALLY killed the weeds...yah. right. Our weeds must be stronger than those weeds because my weeds are back this year in the same areas that I DUMPED a ton of toxic chemicals on. It has been over 2 weeks and the areas on my ankles have still not healed from the chiggers that I got when I walked in the unmown grass...never had this problem in past years. Worked all day yesterday on CT layouts; and while Greg mowed, I vacuumed and dusted the house last night. The weather has been nicer, and Isabelle has been going out on the deck to nap. Debbie at the latte stand told us that when she drives by our home early in the mornings...she sees a big bull moose. We saw those 3 at the end of winter...and we have seen deer lately. Already made 1 LO and got it posted... Think I will make jello salad for hubby this afternoon.

1st CT LO

That's..."first creative team layout" in layman's terms...for NATURAL DESIGNS IN SCRAPBOOKING

These Are A Few Of My Favorite Things

I got to do 3 things this weekend that make me happy.

1/Spent time with Greg & Isabelle

2/Baked & Cooked

3/Had hot monkey Sex

-made more pea salad (hubby just INHALES this stuff)-secret ingredient-sun dried tomatoes!; -Lima Bean Soup (new recipe);

-cherry chip cake with cream cheese frosting;

-cooked 2 lbs bacon for breakfast sandwiches;

-made jello salad;

-baked weiner winks *Isabelle's Favorite

Victoria's Secret Breasts

Yep, it's true. Those BOOBS are really NOT that big!

Enhancement and deception are the names of the game!

But...whoo hoo! Victoria! Ya just GoTtA find another developer for your catalog that knows HOW to digitally enhance correctly and proofs the catalog b4 sending it out to millions of customers...

Yet another Victoria's Secret catalog came in the mail today.

The hubby and I avidly tear through each catalogue received almost daily in the mail to point out the imperfections. It's become somewhat of a competition to spot the flaws!

We have discovered uncovered tattoos that exist on one page and disappear on the next page...breasts that mysteriously look like 66DDDs on one page, and on the next page the same model is flat as a board.

Laughing our way thru looking at bosoms that are hugely saggy on one side and perky on the other side...we cringe at the straight crops on crotch shots-no camel toes there! And moan at the cropping of thighs, calves, & underarms; Gasping at the stretch of the models' legs. HOW can a woman have 6 foot legs?

We have seen tans that are the shade of a pimento or an orange...and tans darker than those advertise in old St. Tropez ads!

These models are hired for their extreme height and thinness as the clothes hang better, to be displayed to the fullest advantage; but then the layouts are digitally enhanced to such extremes of ridiculousness.

When we get our catalogue in the mail, it's better than going to a comedy show!

Smeg Heads

Dave Lister, Arnold Rimmer, Cat, Kryten, & Holly It’s cold outside, there’s no kind of atmosphere, I’m all along, more or less. Let me fly, far away from here, Fun, fun, fun, in the sun, sun, sun. I want to lie, shipwrecked and comatose, Drinking fresh mango juice. Goldfish shoals, nibbling at my toes, Fun, fun, fun, in the sun, sun, sun, Fun, fun, fun, in the sun, sun, sun. I’ll pack my bags, and head into hyperspace, Velocity at time-warp speed. Spend my days in ultraviolet rays, Fun, fun, fun, in the sun, sun, sun. We’ll lock on course, straight through the universe, You and me, and the galaxy. Reach the stage, hyperdrive’s engaged, Fun, fun, fun, in the sun, sun, sun, Fun, fun, fun, in the sun, sun, sun.

I KNOW My Daughter

Just recently I read in the news of a horrific accident that occurred in Indianapolis. It killed 5 people and critically injured a young woman. There was a mix-up of identification and the girl that had originally survived the accident was in a coma for over a month. After reviving from the coma, the parents indicated that they thought it was not their daughter; the coroner had misidentified the bodies and their daughter had died. This was a totally different girl; the girls sharing a distinctive blonde color of their hair. Now, I don’t like to judge, but I would like to hope that even after a few hours in the hospital and my daughter was extensively injured- face swollen, broken bones, and swathed in bandages that I would recognize my own child. She was with me (us) everyday for 18 years; I carried her for 8 months; She has a VERY individualistic hair coloring; I would even recognize her SMELL. Not that she has an offensive smell, I believe it is just something subconcious mothers associate with their children. My daughter also has tattoos now that would be identifiable; She has a scar that I would recognize from when she fell off a friend’s playground equipment; She has a beautiful birthmark on the back of one leg. Did these people actually begin to know that this was not their daughter, but an underlying desire for their daughter to NOT be dead would make them deny that acknowledgment? My heart grieves for them. My spirit rejoices for the other family that had their daughter restored to them when they thought her dead. Very damp and dreary Memorial Day weekend; we took the dog to Bayview to walk around. Lots of improvements there as it has been bought by a conglomerate. Wow. Maybe an infusion of a massive amount of money will transform the small burg on the edge of the water. In the kitchen I prepared home made spice cake with cherries (the darling husband LOVES cherries); angel food cake, and weiner winks.