Another Friday Jumble of Oddball stuff

Pretty much every time I enter the bathroom, I have two furry friends who join me and decide that the sink is their very own personal water fountain

I'm telling you, I could be brushing my teeth, and they will literally shove me out of the way - I've accidentally spit on Tweak's head at least a few times.

Well this morning, my Tiny decided to give me another photo op...

He's decided that it's his job to sit on the puppy potty pad I have in the bathroom. I swear every time I find him on that thing, it looks like he's actually taking a pee....but he never has...he just likes Georgia to know that he's really in charge. ha!

I've captured several looks of contempt from the cats when they see her - they don't understand why we have this loud, playful thing that keeps getting bigger and bigger...and they REALLY don't like that she gets to go outside and they don't...I'm such a mean mommie...

We finally got our girl leash broken....she fights getting the leash put on - but once it's on, she's does awesome, and walks right beside me. In fact, this morning..instead of fighting getting up, I got up at 5:50am with her, strapped on my tennies, wrestled her until I got the leash hooked on, and we went for a nice long walk!
We're trying to wear her out so she'll sleep while we're gone...except it worked a little TOO well because when I got out of the shower, she was passed out on top of a pile of laundry. So I picked her up and plopped her into bed with the hubs...

(sorry for the poor quality, my flash was on the fritz - and she's so dark that I had to lighten it up to see her face - hee!)

She settled right in and fell asleep - and then shortly before I was going to leave, I was about to take her off the bed, but then she gave me this look

So of course I let her stay :)

4th of July was spent at the beach with family....the girls made a drip castle...

and I discovered what happens when you don't use the right setting on your camera and take a picture of fireworks...

Course, when I used the actual FIREWORKS setting - I discovered that either I was doing something wrong, or you have to be made out of cement so you don't move at all. Most of my pictures came out like this:

Am I crazy? Or does this one look just like a big bright dandelion?

On another note, I finished another puzzle. It was a huge one...and thanks to Tammi, I now know that it was of an actual place called the Kuekenhof Gardens in Holland instead of just PURTY FLOWERS like I thought...heh....so does anyone notice anything ODD and HIGHLY annoying about this puzzle???

Want a closer look???

yeah, I spent hours and hours on that flippin puzzle, and yet - the inevitable...a missing piece.

Time for some more cuteness??

Georgia was acting really ADD with her toys, and so hubs decided to pile them all around her...

Have a great weekend everybody!

Picture Friday..

Picture time...

Is this not the cutest picture of our Georgia EVER?

Growing tomatoes...

More Cuteness...

Beautiful Morning Glory's climbing over the fence from our neighbor's yard...

You KNOW you want more cuteness...

A REALLY FRICKIN HARD puzzle that I FINALLY completed after about 5 days of swearing over the flowers that ALL LOOK THE SAME....

My Bougainvilla's (don't give me crap about the spelling...I did my best) are finally blooming after a comeback of being neglected for ummm....about a year...

What's that?? You want more cuteness? Okay FINE...

I found our girl sleeping in our closet the other day....and do you see that...spot... on my slipper?

That would be DROOL...good ole PUPPY DROOL

That girl is just like her father :)

I heart Ceasar Millan

The Hubs and I have become obsessed with that show "The Dog Whisperer". Before we got Georgia, we never would have given that show a second thought - but now we watch it with eye-popping intensity. Seriously, over the weekend, we watched hours and hours of that show. It's almost like we think that if we watch a show on how to train dogs...that ours will magically become trained. Ceasar Millan - aka...the dog whisperer...has this thing that he does to let the dogs know he means business....he points his finger sternly, and makes this loud "SSSHHHH!" sound.
Except that when I do that to Georgia, she licks my finger...and wags her tail.
She think that hubs and I are just big giant toys that throw things for her and feed her once in a while. The boss in the house? That would be Tweak. My oldest and biggest alpha male cat. The other day I was in the bathroom scrubbing the sink, and Georgia was sitting the middle of the floor watching me trying to figure out what the heck I was doing and could we go OUTSIDE already? because there are sticks to bite out there!
Anyway, Tweak came cruising into the bathroom...walked right up next to Georgia, and glared at her. Georgia went scurrying over into the corner where she promptly laid down with her head on her paws. Tweak looked at me like "you two pushovers know NOTHING....see that? that's how it's done!"
and then proceeded to lay down all king-like in the exact spot where Georgia had been sitting. I swear, we should have named him Moustafa.

Yesterday, we finally got Georgia a harness so we can attempt to leash-break her. We tried the leash and collar thing and she just lays down and bites the crap out of it...she has no concept of walking with the leash yet. Aron (my puppy buddy and giver of good suggestions since she's got TWO wild ones at home) suggested the harness, so yesterday I marched outside with all my equipment in hand and treats in my pocket...determined to teach Georgia what the leash thing is all about.
As I was putting it on her, she flipped over and thought it would be a good time to get a belly scratching....it was kinda like putting a diaper on a kid who keeps rolling away...I needed about 5 arms to get the job done.
FINALLY, the harness was on...I attached the leash and we walked from one end of the yard to the other - her following me and prancing along...and I was SO HAPPY...I gave her a treat and praised her...and then we started back the other way. Which is when she looked at me like "what? you mean I have to do that again? I don't think so lady..."
I tried to sound all excited "Come on Georgia! Come on sweetie, let's WALK! You wanna WALK don't you??? We're gonna go on a WALK" -(which I should have known wouldn't work, because I got this image of the manager of my gym going "come on K! We're gonna hop on this treadmill! And go for a lovely walk! you wanna walk don't you???" - which is when in my dreamlike state, I slap her and drive to Taco Bell) I pulled out my treats and Georgia got a little more excited and followed me...now I must stop and explain here that Ceasar says that while walking your dog, you must walk with your shoulders back and your head high...so they know who's in charge. You must be the pack leader! So I'm walking along with my head held high and my boobs thrust forward...and then I feel a heavier weight at the end of the leash. I turn around while I'm walking, and Georgia has completely laid down and is letting me DRAG her across the grass. Her back feet are straight out...it's like she's gone boneless. Okay, Ceasar, what do I do now??
We tried a few more times, and it seemed like I was dragging her more than walking with her...I tried treats, I tried praise...but apparantly we got a lazy dog - because she just kept laying down and wanting to take a nap. She takes after her adopted father, that's for sure.
We're headed to the vet this afternoon to get her girly stitches taken out - and to get her next set of shots...here's hoping that maybe she'll get the hang of the whole leash thing once we start taking her to parks and public places. Otherwise, we might have to get hubs one of those baby bjorn things so she can go out with us in public. After all, she is HIS dog, right?

Announcement...

So Hubster and I (along with my pop's help) have been very busy these days...building and painting this:

(date is wrong by the way - good job pointing out the obvious K!)

Because we....K and Hubster...got ourselves a pooch!

Meet Georgia

She is a sweetheart - and LOVES to cuddle...and to sleep...as noted by the following:

(this is a terrible picture, but those back feet kill me!)

and of course...

She also likes water - which is why we bought her a kiddie pool of her very own...

After living with 9 (nine! that poor mom) other siblings, she was kinda stanky - we had dubbed her "puppy le pew" - so we put some shampoo on her...

and well - she didn't care for that...so we had to take her out and calm her down

She is such a good girl - and we are totally in love with her...be prepared for her to hijack my picture taking for a while :)

Be still my heart...

A few days ago, I received a phone call at work from a local "informant" (mom) who called to let me know that two of my sweet little nieces decided that they wanted to raise their very own money in order to buy a Father's Day present for their dad.
I was told they would have a little stand at the end of their driveway and she knew there would be rocks involved - and I should do my best to stop by and see what they had to offer :)
So during my lunch hour, cash in my pocket - I drove out to my brother's house in the country...and pulled up to their driveway, only to see this....

and this...

I told the girls that I was looking for special rocks to put in my garden, and Abby jumped up and shouted "We have some! You're our FIRST CUSTOMER!"

It was by far, the cutest thing I've ever seen...they were so creative...they were sitting there drawing special Father's Day Cards, so I of course bought one

Because how cool will be be for my own dad to get a card from his daughter MADE by his granddaughters? Very cool I'd say...

I also OF COURSE bought some beautiful rocks for my garden - since they'd worked so hard, and I love them - they are my favorite rocks..

They also made necklaces and since I've always wanted a lime green flowered necklace - I made an investment and sprung for one of those as well...

When I asked what they were trying to raise money for, Abby looked at me and said "The poor kids in the desert" - hee!

But then Keeley goes "No Abby....we're gonna by dad's present remember?"

and Abby goes "oh yeah...it's for dad! and the poor kids in the desert"

My goodness, do I love those girls!

Every time a car would drive up the road - my sister-in-law would yell "okay girls, look cute!"

I'm telling you, whatever they buy - even if it's crap...both Hubster and I agree that it'll probably be the most precious gift my brother will get this year...

Besides just having these 3 precious girls :)

Second Verse...same as the first

So, remember that time that Hubster put the cereal in the fridge? Proof shown again here:

Yes...well - Hubster strikes again...please observe:

Letter of Frustration...

Dear So-Called "Sandwich Artist"...
I really was not going to get a sandwich today - but when I went home to get some laundry going, I found a card from your shop. It was one of those "buy 10 get one free" cards...and although I have no idea how it got filled up, since you're sandwiches aren't my favorite - but I figured "What the Hell"..and headed over to get a sandwich.
And now, I arrived at work 20 minutes late because of YOU.
I left my house (which happens to be 5 blocks from your establishment) at 12:45pm - and am now arriving back at work (which also happens to be just about 5 blocks away) at 1:20pm.

Now, let me explain that one of the things I enjoy about your sandwich place is that you have those little forms to fill out EXACTLY what I want. I consider these to be somewhat foolproof because how could anyone screw that up? You don't have to remember that I don't want mayonnaise on my sandwich...all you have to do is look at the paper and see that I only want MUSTARD.

So here's the deal,
I understand that you must be somewhat of a perfectionist since it looked like you spent at least an hour styling your hair and applying 478 layers of different colored eyeshadow and mascara. I also totally appreciated your t-shirt that said "SPOILED" on the front. And of course I noticed those perfect and fake nails that handled my sandwich like it was absolutely out to RUIN YOUR MANICURE...pinkies in the air and everything.

But I do not understand why it took so damn long to make my sandwich. I watched you slowly lean over and take the sprouts out of the refrigerator. I also watched you VEEEERRRRY SLLOOOOWWWWLY disperse said sprouts onto my sandwich...and then I sat there and stared as you tried to put the lid back on those sprouts 5 TIMES. I'm sure there were a few stragglers trying to get out - but seriously, did you have to attempt it 5 TIMES? Just put the darn lid on and get on with things.
I also watched as you grabbed a handful of onions and proceeded to seperate each and every ring of onions before you strategically placed them onto my sandwich - I can only assume that you really felt like you were making art? or perhaps you were mesmerized by all those little circles overlapping each other...
I also was positively amazed that you spent 2 entire minutes rearranging the meat on my sandwich, so that each slice was perfectly folded over and pretty looking....like a ruffle...and yet -as I was watching you, I wanted to scream "Just PUT THE MEAT ON THERE, SLAP THAT THING TOGETHER AND LET ME GET ON MY WAY!"
I alllllllmost got up and let you know what a hurry I was in - but I was so amazed at the slowness, that I couldn't help myself...I had to sit and watch you.
I saw you STOP putting my sandwich together, and actually lean over and check out your reflection in the microwave...and then I saw you scoot my fully made, but not put-together sandwich over just a bit to the left...and start on another person's sandwich. At this point, I actually did get up and ask you to just wrap mine up so I could go...and you blankly blinked your Tammy Faye lashes and looked at me while saying "huh?"
I pointed to my sandwich and said "I'm in a hurry, can you just wrap that up before completing the sandwich for the customer AFTER ME?"
You then actually SIGHED and said "I thought you were together?"
which is when I blinked at YOU. Because the guy after me, was outside drinking a beer at a table with his buddies...while I was sitting INSIDE all by myself (alllllll byyyyyy myyyyseeeeeeeeeeelf!)
I stared at you for a moment until you started wrapping up my sandwich.

And when I FINALLY got back to work - I opened up my sandwich and found....not mustard...no, no....no mustard for me! But a big slab of mayonnaise spread all over my perfectly ruffled looking meat...and gently placed sprouts.

If I didn't have to work, I would definately be headed back to your shop and mentally squishing my mayonnaise laden sandwich right into your perfectly coiffed hair.

I don't care if it WAS free....

Signed,

Late-for-work-mayo-scraping-customer-no-more

Long time no type

I don't understand myself - I actually really enjoy writing in this BLOG..but sometimes time just gets away from me and I avoid it for some odd reason.
Alot's going on - of course we had Easter...then hubster's sister had ANOTHER baby girl (that makes 7 neices and 1 nephew)...then we had our neice Gracie's 1st birthday. In the midst of it all, trying to get information on building a fence and doing research for the dog we're going to get after we come back from our May vacation....and of course going on vacation in exactly 25 days, woooo!

I think one of the reasons I haven't been posting is because I like to post pictures - and our camera has been jacked up for a while. For some reason whenever we took indoor pictures, they would come out totally blurry and overexposed. So last Saturday, we took our 1 year old camera back and returned it for a brand spanking new (and better!) camera. It's much more user friendly and seems to take better and more detailed pictures than our old one.
I of course had to delete all the pictures off our old camera and found a few on there that I should have posted a while back...

Hubster had left an uneated Taco Bell taco on our coffee table. It was still wrapped in paper and everything, and I believe he meant to toss it - but forgot.
The following morning, this is what we found:

Now, am I crazy? Or does that look like an actual BITE out of the taco??

We of course knew right away which cat was guilty. And you know, usually - the perpetrator will always revisit the scene of the crime....observe:

That would be the blurry head of Tiny the Scavenger.

I've never seen a cat eat more people food in my life. He'll eat pretty much anything we're eating...even candy...(yes, I know, I'm a horrible parent...I feed my cat sweetarts...blah, blah, blah - not that he eats much...but one or two I figure won't hurt him...)

His all-time favorite foods would be Yogurt and Fruit Rolls. Although, I think he likes Fruit Rolls more...

Hubster and I have actually hid under blankets and in closets with those two foods - and no matter where he is, or what he's doing...even if he's in his bed snoring! HE WILL FIND US..

Good thing he's cute...

Welcome Spring?

I'm what I like to refer to as a "sometimes" person. Can I be anal about the house being clean?
Sometimes...but more often than not, it's a mess.
Can be on top of the laundry and not have it piled all over?
Sometimes...but again, more often than not...it's piled all over.

I'm the same way about gardening.
See, I usually get an itch to be a "green thumber" at least once per year. I plant all kinds of lovely flowers in pots and dispurse them throughout the front of our house....and for the next week or two, I very patiently tend to my little growing flowers daily, and marvel at their beauty. I'm always so proud of myself, and swear that I will take care of them. By the next two weeks, I water them MAYBE twice a week...and after that...they turn into what Hubster calls "death row". They'll stay like that and continue to be nasty looking until I get my next green thumb spurt.
Usually, I'd say that my psycho garden lady period shows up right around the beginning of spring...but this year, for some ODD reason - I planted flowers back in January. Pickings were slim, but I love pansies - and so I bought a bunch and planted them.
Hubster came home on the day I was so motivated, and started humming the Darth Vadar theme from Stars Wars (dum, dum, da-dum, dum, da-dum, dum, da-dum)
So of course I got all defensive and said "no death row this year! I'm gonna keep up with it, I swear!"

Ha. ha-ha.

After a couple of weeks of tender care, my flowers took second fiddle to sitting on my butt...and Hubster predicted "Death Row" episode 5.
UNTIL - we started to get rain. A couple of days of rain, with a couple days of sun for weeks on end, is what turns out to be the PERFECT watering schedule for pansies...because LOOK:

Almost 3 months later, and Holy Growing Flowers, batman!

Also? Here is definate proof that Hubster and I are by far, the biggest slackers on the planet:

YES, this is our Christmas tree.

Placed there to be cut in half and tossed in our green waste bin....except we don't have a saw that isn't completely rusted.

What's that? Go to the hardware store and buy a new one?

Yes, I know that's a viable option - but there is much ass sitting to be done in our house...and sawing away at a tree isn't condusive to lazyness.

Besides, now that it's turned such a lovely copper color - we kinda like it. We now call it our "Yard Art"

Some people have little ceramic gnomes, we have old christmas trees...so be it.

Except now that I actually LOOKED at that picture, I have to pay attention to all the weeds that need to be pulled AROUND our "Yard Art"

Guess I'll have to wait for another attack of the green thumb...

Surprise, surprise

This weekend is my sister-in-law's baby shower...and since they don't know what they're having, I've been racking my brain trying to figure out what to get her as a gift.

Well last night, my inner craft goddess (the one that's usually on the couch eating pringles) had a COMING OUT party!

Because folks....look what I made...

A DIAPER CAKE! WOOOOO!

I kept seeing them online while I was researching baby shower games, except they were around $100...

So I decided to make one myself. There are 70 diapers in that thing...and I put all kinds of toys and silk flowers stuffed in there. The top is a baby bottle filled with candy...

here's the back:

Online, it looked like they tied ribbon around each diaper - but my inner craft goddess doesn't have that kind of patience...so I used rubber bands. Once the big ribbon was tied around, it hid all the rubber bands. I also taped down each layer, so it won't fall apart during transport.

Hubster was so impressed because I never do stuff like this. I think he originally thought the whole "diaper cake" idea was silly...but once he saw it, he thinks his sister will be thrilled.

The nice part was that it wasn't costly at all...and I just flipped on King of Queens and by the time Survivor started, I was DONE....quick and inexpensive....WOOOO!

A New Family Member

Meet Bailey...

She just joined us yesterday and she's already SO MUCH FUN!

The guy we bought it from (who is from MEDFORD, OREGON believe it or not) completely redid all the interior and he did an amazing job...

Gray and Purple interior...how cool is that??

We decided to keep the name from the previous owner...out of respect. You could tell this guy was quite heartbroken about having to sell her. (another coincidence about the seller? He lives in our old apartment building...how wierd)

She's so fun to drive - and runs very well considering she's 32 years old! Hubster and I have always wanted one and when we stumbled across this one in such good condition, we went for it. Kind of an early 30th birthday present for the hubs...

Tidbits..

~ Dreyers slow churned rich and creamy LIGHT ice cream (yes folks, I said light...meaning...NOT AS BAD FOR YOU AS THE REAL STUFF) is DA BOMB! I actually passed up real ice cream the other day for my light stuff...it's THAT GOOD.
I got coffee flavor - haven't had any others, but I would venture to say they're probably damn good as well.

~ THIS? is pretty cool...

~ Any of my friends who like to pray, could you please say a prayer for my friend Allison who's in labor on the other side of the world....like RIGHT NOW??? Go Allison Go!

~ On Sunday, Hubster and I were sitting watching tv - when a commercial came on for Bud Light...the one about the guy who made a trick wall to hide the fridge full of beer? And then on the other side, there were a bunch of frat boys screaming "the magic fridge is back! Hurry!" and they start grabbing beer out of the fridge....that commercial made me laugh so hard I was still laughing 2 commercials later...

~ Another one that makes me laugh? I have no idea what it's advertising..but some guy is using a pomeranian to sweep floor dirt into a dustpan...that was hilarious. We tried it with Jackson, but he didn't seem to like it too much.

~ LAUNDRY. SUCKS.

~ Clean, fresh sheets? RULE

~ My sister in law is going to have a booth at our local Strawberry Festival (she's sharing with another person) so anyone who has extra cash should go buy something from her because she's AMAZINGLY TALENTED. She showed me some boxes that she's making...and holy CRAP are they flippin cute! I swear that girl is on the verge of being a millionaire....or having her own show or something.

~The movie The Aristocrats? SHOCKINGLY DIRTY, and altogether disturbing...and quite boring I must say. I'm tempted to suggest it to either my parents or hubster's parents...just for laughs....but I probably won't. I'd probably get ostrasized from the family...

~Is it wrong that when I ordered office supplies for work...I ordered a rubber band ball? Just for kicks...not that I actually NEEDED a rubber band ball. It's so cool though...

~I've discovered that when I get so far behind doing laundry...and I have to seperate all the colors and whites into piles that line the hallway walls....the cats think it's great fun to run and slide onto the piles...thus SCREWING UP ALL MY PILES...and making me yell "BOYS! KNOCK IT OFF!" - All my neighbors probably think we have actual KIDS...as opposed to the furry troublemakers who sometimes are like real kids in tiny little cat suits.

observations shall continue throughout the week as we are getting ready for company...meaning the closets are crammed with stuff we don't know what to do with...and don't even THINK about looking under our beds...

I'm cold...

Some idiot from downstairs left the DOOR OPEN. We have a gate that locks going upstairs to our offices...but still, that door being open for who the heck knows how long...let ALL THE ICE COLD freezing air in...
Our office temperature gauge said it was 49 degrees in here this morning...
BRRRRRRRRRR - I'm huddled in my office with a scarf around my neck and a space heater cranked...pity me.

This weekend, the hubster and I really didn't do a whole lot. It was really nice to just be lazy and watch tv, or read books. I did a few loads of laundry - unloaded and reloaded the dishwasher....but other than that, we had a very relaxing weekend. Took a couple of drives, went out for breakfast - it was really nice.

It's really hard to type when you have stiff, ice-cold fingers...I'm just sayin.

Anyway, today I'm hoping to get off early because I have to brave the aisles of Walmart, and I'd much rather do it earlier rather than later. Of course being that today is President's day...it's probably crowded anyway. *sigh* - I hate shopping. I know it's like having a birth defect to some people...but I really hate it.

You know what else I hate? Those girls from high school that never change.
I remember there were certain girls from high school who NEVER looked bad. They never looked as if they just rolled out of bed and came to school with pillow creases still on their face. They always had flawless hair...flawless make-up...flawless outfits...flawless grades.
I used to glare at girls like that in class. While I was just struggling to stay awake...and putting my long hair up in a messy pile on my head...and of course most of the time wearing jeans and a t-shirt...or sweats...
So last week, I took a friend to the ER because she was sick...and of course I looked like hell - no make-up...hair in a messy pile...I got my "comfy clothes" on. (you know the comfy clothes...the ones you put on after you realize you don't have to go anywhere for the rest of the night...and the bra is off, and the shoes are most definately off) But I didn't care...who the hell was I gonna see at the ER?
And who do I see at the ER? But one of THOSE GIRLS from high school. Now, I know for a fact that this girl is a mother of 3 small children. And yet...
Flawless hair, flawless make-up...cute little matching outfit...hadn't gained an ounce since high school...not even after having 3 kids....blah, blah, blah
I glared at her with my mascara smudged eyes and had visions of myself walking up to her and messing up that perfect "do" - perhaps I'd catch a wrinkle or two on that face of hers. I of course figured if she saw me, she probably wouldn't recognize me anyway. My face and body are much puffier than they were in high school...

There is a part of me that just hates girls like that because they seem to have it all "together". But at the same time, I'm quite proud of the fact that I'm a REAL PERSON...and yes, my hair is in a pile...and I may be schlepping around in my COMFY clothes...but dammit, at least I'm comfy. At least other people can relate to me and I don't feel like I have to impress people.
I'm sure I could use a style make-over...for SURE I could...and I could definately get up earlier and actually DO my hair and make-up instead of piling the hair...and throwing on some mascara and calling it a day.
But then I'd probably end up glaring at MYSELF...hahaha

*edited to add - does this page look pea soup green to anyone else? Usually it's yellow, but today it looks pea soup green....gross...

Weekend Recap...

I figured I'd just list some highlights of things that I learned during the last couple of days...

~I should not offer to set up a computer...after drinking a Margarita

~Hubster cheats...at cards. Actually, he'll cheat at pretty much any game he can...my parents do not want to play games with him anymore

~I will laugh my ass off every time my mom says the word "Friggin"

~Big German guys who boast about all the weight lifting they do at the gym...are LAZY BASTARDS when it comes to actually lifting and moving real items

~Flightplan is a good movie...but very stressfull

~when Hubster is holding and carrying a sick and sleeping 4-year old to the car...I will get tears in my eyes because I can tell how much he loves that little girl.

~Papa Napoli's deli in Santa Maria makes darn good sandwiches...and just going in that place and smelling all the delicious smells is enough to make me gain 10 pounds

~Don't ever "miscommunicate" with my brother...because there will be yelling...lots of yelling.
Also? instead of talking back, it's best to keep my trap shut

~Even though I've lived here my whole life, I'm always amazed when I can wear shorts and t-shirts and STILL be hot...in February

~When my neices are sick...I worry ALOT more than I ever thought I would

~Mom and I can pound champagne like nobody's business...

~Dad is a good cook, but he "frets" when he can't have everything ready at the same time - hee!

~Watching hubster and my brother go through a yearbook from 1962, and pick out all the "hot chicks"....makes all the women in the house roll their eyes.

~When people call themselves "trailer trash" in my presence...I have no idea how to respond...and when I just smile and look away...those people will repeat themselves at least 3 times...leaving me to think they must have identity issues

~The new modular homes they make nowadays are pretty darn nice, and I could live in one quite happily

~Bayer back and body ache pain relievers work very well

~sleep is my friend

~One of my pet peeves is getting a limp handshake from someone....EW

~Old people are hilarious...and nosy


That is all

Inspired...

Those people who know me...know that I positively SUCK at the whole "decor" thing. It takes me months to hang things on the walls in a new place. I could really care less if things match...I don't give a crap about THEMES...I have just a mish-mash of stuff in my house. Also, I rarely if ever change out pictures from their frames. Which means I have many pictures of neices when they were BABIES...even though they are now 4 and 6 years old. I may have some loose recent photos propped up in FRONT of those baby pictures, but still.
Anyway - we've lived in our house for 11 months. Our hall bathroom is huge, and for most people would be FUN to decorate. I remember my sister-in-law walking in and saying "oh wow, this would be perfect for a BEACH THEME with white and seashells and it would be SO CUTE!"
Yeah, well my sister-in-law puts MARTHA to shame, so I'm sure that she could make it adorable...but me? not so much.
The bathroom has white walls...white sink...we bought white cabinets and a white bench...and it has pale blue tiles in it. ALOT of wall space to decorate and yet, in 11 months I have done NOTHING in there. Sure, I put a white cabinet in there...and sure I put a white bench in there...but stuff on the walls? NOPE....any COLOR going on in there? NADA
I am decor-challenged. Either that, or I just don't care...hahaha - I think it's a little of both.

BUT - once in a while, I get inspired...and AMANDA inspired me. She gave hubster and I the most beautiful mosaic mirrors and specifically for the bathroom because she thought they'd be perfect in there...and my gosh - she's right!
Here is one mirror:

beautiful eh? not the best picture - but trust me - they are GORGEOUS...

So anyway, here they are in my bathroom:

I LOVE them...and now I am inspired. I hung up a little hook thing for robes, and hubster and I bought some white shelves to put up that I can put - DECORATIONS on...

Also, Amanda once gave us a Van Gogh painting of the Starry Night - Starry Sky, or whatever it's called and it's all blue and I think it'll go PERFECTLY in there....so yes - COLOR and DECOR IT SHALL BE! WOOOO

I still have a long ways to go - but it's a start right?

Also? She gave us this too - and lo and behold it's hung up and we love it :)

Thanks Amanda :)

Also? Does anyone else think this is funny?

hahaha