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I have a confession.  I have been a bad, bad girl blogger.

As I believe I mentioned last week, John has been on vacation and I have just become a horrible, despicable, wretched, cheating, stinking, drooling, pathetic, hungover, hungunder, need to shave my legs, loser, who doesn’t get around to reading her blogs OR posting anything because, like I may have mentioned, I am a less than desirable person of little value UNTIL I GET A DAMN BLOG POSTED AND CAUGHT UP ON MY READING!

And I am now all over the problem and attempting to do just that.  My sincere apologies to all of you.

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We DID get a lot of things done.  And, the most important part was it was enjoyable.  John got some really good R & R.   Well, eventually he did.  After the whole yard work fiasco.  There will be pictures coming of the front yard soon.  I still don’t have the bedding plants in.  But the trimmed trees and shrubbery plus the black mulch really have set off the whole yard.

Just a small sample of what all we cut out of the trees.  Ol’ Blue made two trips to the dump that day.  That’s John, my Mexican day laborer.  Heh.  Sometimes I sleep with the help.  OK, I always sleep with the help.

Stay tuned for further nasty confessions.

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On Thursday John and I went to an Astro’s game.  They played the Dodgers and lost.

Dismal game.  Boring beyond belief.  Slow moving and absolutely nothing noteworthy happening on the field.

HOWEVER, I managed to get some shots of the important stuff!

Here’s my man, getting the necessary accoutrements to sit and tolerate the subsequent beating by a bunch of L.A. sissies.

Here you can figure a rough estimate of how much we had to get a second mortgage for.

MY DOG

MY DOG before mustard and relish- John's hand.

It was a REALLY good dog, and zero calories.  Heh

John’s nuts.  HAHAHAHA

Our view of the field from our seats.

Our view of the field from our seats.

This is Niya who sat behind us and played on the steps for her own entertainment.  She thought the game was boring, too and was quite entertaining for everyone in the vacinity.

This is Niya who sat behind us and played on the steps for her own entertainment. She thought the game was boring, too and was quite entertaining for everyone in the vicinity.

Niya, hopping up and down the stairs, looking too cute.

Niya, hopping up and down the stairs, looking too cute.

And here she is with her guardians.

And here she is with her guardians.

You see, Niya is a child of New Orleans and her mother is there, in an area, I get the impression, that isn’t ready to be considered inhabitable.  I was told by the lovely lady in the photo that her mom is 20 years old and about to have her fourth baby.  So care of Niya is split between this couple and her mother.  It’s entirely voluntary, or at least that was my understanding. Sometimes they have her for a few weeks at a time or maybe the whole summer.  Whatever the case, it was obvious they loved her a lot and heartbreaking to think of having to give her back and not see her for who knows how long.  But the nice lady was entirely right when she said that they are just grateful for whatever time they get with her and know that God put them in each other’s lives for a reason.

And for anyone out there who gives a damn, (this ugly-ass yo-yo was right beside our seats and apparently some sort of baseball phenom.  His name is Manny Ramirez.  Yeah, I couldn't care less either.

And for anyone out there who gives a damn, this ugly-ass yo-yo was right beside our seats and apparently is some sort of baseball phenom. His name is Manny Ramirez. Yeah, I couldn't care less either.