Guess what?! You can’t? Really? Cause I think you should just give it a try. OK, OK, geeze, I was just trying to have some fun. (And isn’t that a rather sad commentary on my life… ;-))
OK the thing is that I have not only been awarded an award by a wonderful blogger that I love to read BUT, he has created it for ME! Well, he was definitely thinking of me when he made it.
Predo, over at Spartacus Wore a Skirt, has bestowed upon me the coveted Dingle-Berry Award. His reasons for doing so are varied and like everything he writes, very well put. Let me just say that he has proclaimed me an expert in, “the world of Poo”. And let me tell you, there is a lot of poo in the world. I would know, as most of it seems to be here at this house. Well, some days it is. (Don’t be sending the health department out here. They will run away scared.)
Anyway, as soon as my dear brother, Cam, gets the code-y thing for the award, he’ll pop that rascal right up here.
Thank You, Predo!
Well, the dear little senior ding-a-ling is home from her travels. She went to Sea World in San Antonio over the weekend with The Boyfriend’s family. Oh, and The Boyfriend. They had a wonderful, if not sweltering, time.
Now, understand, Kessa is the biggest tightwad in the world and therefor, even if I had been sleeping with a hundred men when I got pregnant with her, no DNA test would be needed to prove she is her father’s direct descendant. This is just the facts. They are two of a kind.
Well, my darling daughter must love me a great deal because she brought me a coffee mug from Sea World that cost $10.00. Ten dollars for a coffee mug.
Before I even even got to use it the first time, look what I did.
I’m sorry, Kessa. John brought home a piece of salmon that was shrink wrapped in some plastic and when I picked it up off the counter to put it in the fridge the mug was sitting just a tiny bit on the edge of the plastic and it drug it off the counter and onto the floor. Crash.
BUT, I still intend to use it! I am going to get the bastard file out of the garage and file those nasty points down so that I don’t get blood all over myself every morning by slicing open my hands on it. That would suck. Of course that’s just a matter of opinion.
Here’s the quilt that Mither gave me when we were visiting her. Isn’t it beautiful? My great-great aunt made it.
John and I went to The Main Event the other day and went bowling! Only the third time in my life I’ve been that I can remember. Second time since I was grown. Man did he beat me bad. Don’t even ask me for a score… embarrassing.
Pardon the really bad picture quality, but I couldn’t use a flash very well when people were trying to bowl. I mean they could all see my score and would immediately be convinced that I was so embarrassed that I was trying to sabotage their games to make mine look better. Picture lynching and shoot outs. You know- Texas.
Anyway, does this chick not have the hugest hair you have ever seen? And it wasn’t just huge on the top and back. No, no, it was… built way out on either side of her face. And she was a young skinny little thing, too! She had a couple of little kids with her that looked totally normal with normal hair. It was kind of like a train wreck. I just kept finding myself looking at her when she bowled. I wish the picture was better.
Are you seeing this Angie of Big Hair Envy? Cause, day-yum!
I got new Crocs! And aren’t they cute?! I hardly take them off! Plus, Kessa, who is on her feet all day as a pharmacy tech at the drug store, tried them on and immediately went out and got some for her to wear to work. Tell me true! You’d never think these were Crocs, would you? Ree, at Hotfessional, sold me on them and I’m glad I tried them on as I was instantly hooked.
Free toes, everybody!