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Under the Weather

I don’t know about you but it has been an interesting, atypical day weather-wise in my neck of the woods. April showers, funnel clouds, a small tornado, hail, thunder and lightning…a very interesting day here in the Central Valley indeed. We don’t usually get crazy-assed atmospheric conditions like these on a regular basis. But we do experience them enough to make us appreciate the fact that we don’t live in the Mid-West, the South or along the Eastern seaboard.....

 

a rose-leaf soft creature

a rose-leaf soft creature

Babies are soft. Anyone looking at them can see the tender, fragile skin and know it for the rose-leaf softness that invites a finger’s touch. But when you live with them and love them, you feel the softness going inward, the round-cheeked flesh wobbly as custard, the boneless splay of the tiny hands. Their joints are melted rubber, and even when you kiss them hard, in the passion of loving their existence, your lips sink down and seem never to find bone. Holding them against you, they melt and mold, as though they might at any moment flow back into your body.
~ Diana Gabaldon, Dragonfly in Amber

From the tops of their fuzzy, downy-soft hair, to their rose-bud lips to their delightful toes, one can’t help but love these squishy, soft creatures. Perhaps they were designed to be this way so we could forgive the crying, the endless drool, the “Good Lord, what crawled up inside of you and died?” poopy diapers and the exhaustion.

overheard under the Big Top #47

overheard under the Big Top #47

Darling Husband: What the heck happened to your hand?

Me: That’s where my IV was from the colonoscopy procedure. I don’t get it. It wasn’t a hard IV stick and it didn’t infiltrate. Why is my hand so messed up? It’s looks like an old lady hand or something.

Darling Husband: :::starts to smile:::

Me: You shut up!

Darling Husband: :::laughs:::

Me: Just so you know I already made your appointment for next year.

Darling Husband: No way!

Me: Way! And I’m going to start your IV for you.

delightful perversion

delightful perversion

Happy Easter and Happy Passover one and all! I trust your celebrations, no matter how grand or how quiet, were as you would want them to be. For me, along with perhaps too many jelly beans and (can it be possible) too much chocolate, I enjoyed a delicious dinner that I spent the day preparing for my circus act and myself.

all in all she’s just another Brick

all in all she’s just another Brick

In the news in the interwebs, we are to feel sorry for poor Samantha Brick.

Really.

I mean look at her.

She’s beautiful…at least she declares that she is. She adds that it is so hard for someone as beautiful as she is. Pilots send flight attendants to offer her bottles of champagne. Bartenders won’t accept her credit card to settle her bar tab. Women hate her. Her female friends especially hate her and don’t trust her because she might steal their men away from them. Her female bosses dislike her and pass her over because she is younger and prettier than they are and because they won’t succumb to her flirtatious wiles.

SIGH!

Oh Samantha!

On My Calendar

On My Calendar

It’s the start of a new month…April already! On the calendar this week for me is all kinds of fun.

At least Katie Couric made it seem like fun.

I’m looking forward to that nap that she is promising.

This last week’s Focus 52 assignment was all about stacks and stacking it up. As you can see I have stacked up my supplies in preparation for some fun this week…except I forgot the vodka…that’s a clear liquid…right? Oh well. Head on over to Jan’s and check out the stacks.

daily Fallon #33

daily Fallon #33

Quite honestly, there is nothing more relaxing than sitting in your swing and chillin’ to Dr. Dre’s Pandora channel. Don’t knock it unless you have tried it...