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Yes, that’s right. I said HAD.  Apparently my brother can fix that…in blogs, at least. I don’t suggest lining up at his door for the… well, genital kind as I have absolutely no recommendations for this from anyone.

Doctor, he is not.

Anyway, the warnings and red signs and whatnot you were seeing should not be there anymore. I restarted and did all the voo-doo and stuff and didn’t get anything.

We be disease free, and I’m proud to claim it! At least I think so…

Anyway, readership has been falling off and I feel like that has been due to the fact that the STD warning pops up when you hit on my site… Maybe I’m wrong, and you are just so damn faithful you risked plague and commented anyway.

But then again maybe you need your will revised and didn’t want to risk it… 😉

Revisited to add that the change in masthead is supposed to be temporary.

Sasha Fierce

Hi. I know I’ve been a deadbeat blogger lately. I have been overwhelmed by all kinds of things that you can’t even begin to understand.


You mean, why wouldn’t you understand?


Because I haven’t told you all about it yet, that’s why.

So I know I mentioned that Henrietta is on hospice and not doing so well. Well, she’s getting worse at a fairly steady rate here lately. She no longer gets out of bed and all the dictates coming from her, (because that’s what comes from her), are being issued from her bedroom. There’s was quite a lot of bell ringing and to-ing and fro-ing going on for a while, but now she is sleeping most of the time and even by doing this she is stealing my good excuse for my not blogging.

She can just be SO unreasonable.

I have been to see the witch doctor and she threw pills at me almost as soon as I started talking to her. So screaming, crying, rending of garments and pulling hair out is off-putting to some, apparently. Who knew. Actually we came to the same conclusion about everything I talked to her about and I just love it when I can go to the doc feeling like I know exactly what I need and then come home with just that.

OR, not having any idea what I need and feeling fairly sure that what I got will do the trick.


So, as per normal procedure, things have been busy around here. We have a new member of the family house-guest.

Meet Sasha Fierce:

And no. That’s not Baby. Here is Baby:

Smiling and ready for the camera. Notice how Baby needs a clip, yet not nearly as badly as Sasha. Sasha does NOT like to have her face touched and bites.


Or at least she used to. Other than that she is the sweetest puppy you can imagine.

Here’s the deal. We rescued her from a friend of a friend’s backyard where she was being kept in a tiny pen in the corner and never let out. She was covered from head to toe, LITERALLY, with mats so dense and tight to her skin that I thought we’d never get them off. It was like surgery to remove them. And she was really very good and still and seemed to know that we were trying to help her. She is a mutt hybrid model that is mostly poodle and has a docked tail.

When I say, “we”, I am talking about Lisa and I. Kessa alerted us to Sasha’s existence and stole transported her home. Then, while she was at work, Lisa and I began to de-mat her. At some point we had exposed enough skin that we began to think that maybe a bath was in order so she would feel even better and not smell so darn bad. She was tolerating it very well when Lisa tried to clip the nasty mess that was on her face and sticking up in front of her eyes. It was all black and stiff from tear-duct seepage and was where most of the smell was coming from.

She did NOT like it and bit Lisa.


Broke the skin and everything. Her teeth landed on her finger, on top of and under her fingernail. Hurt like a sumbitch.

We decided to leave her face alone for the time being.

So here she is living in my house for the past three weeks and getting all kinds of attention and loving while I am attempting to crate train her. She is a firm believer in peeing outside and getting accolades and treats for it, then coming in the doggy door and pooping in the house.

We still have a ways to go.

She still won’t let me clip her face, either. However she will NOT bite anymore and I can touch it all I want. Just not with scissors or clippers.

She is sweet, energetic, wormed, about a year old and now answers to her name.

Sasha Fierce.

Anybody want her?

Recipe! A good 'un!

I know I’ve been gone, like… forever, but I’m back now so all of you people sending me urgent emails to post can just stop. That’s right. All three of you. It must cease.

*sigh* Gawd, the pressure!

Here. I have a fabulous recipe you have GOT to try. Kessa found this the other day in a magazine and wanted to give it a whirl. I was only marginally offended since I make fabulous enchiladas in the first place and everybody knows it! But I just told her to go ahead, I was making Deviled Chicken for supper. So she made a small batch of them and I’ll be damned if they aren’t SCRUMPTIOUS! Not kidding! AND they are super easy!

Easy Chicken and Cheese Enchiladas

1 can cream of chicken soup

1/2 cup sour cream

1 cup picante sauce

2 t. chili powder

2 cups chopped, cooked chicken

1/2 cup shredded Monterey Jack Cheese

6 flour tortillas

1 small tomato, chopped (I prefer Roma)

1 green onion, sliced

1.Stir the soup, sour cream, picante sauce and chili powder in a medium bowl.

2. Stir 1 cup picante sauce mixture, chicken and cheese in large bowl.

3. Divide chicken mixture among tortillas. Roll up the tortillas and place in 2-qt. shallow baking dish. (sheet cake pan) Pour remaining picante sauce mixture over filled tortillas. Cover with foil.

4. Bake at 350 F for 40 minutes or until enchiladas are hot and bubbling. Top with tomato and onion.

That’s it. Sooo easy! And amazingly good. AND THEN today, I found this recipe for Jalapeno Margaritas that Sweet Pea posted over at Newlyweds. I am dying to try some and will be aaaall over it shortly. I think that they just may be the perfect compliment to these rather mild, (depending on what flavor picante sauce you use), yummy, enchiladas.


I’ll be back in the near future to try to fill in some of the blanks from my absence.


I need some new drugs.

Hello my darlings! And how is every little thing today? Me? I am doing very well, thank you.

As a matter of fact, I am free to say I am finally doing very well. I have had a horrible few weeks and, apparently, my little head is up for air. I am having a horrible time with depression and hot flashes AT THE SAME TIME.

Just kill me now, thank you.

I am taking over the counter, all natural, hormone help things that, actually, I have been on for a good long while and they work great. It’s that Estroven stuff, but I was doing the Walmart brand of it cause it’s the same exact thing and cheaper.

Aaaaanyway, all of the sudden, the shit wern’t working s’good. If that sounded like redneck disappointment, it was and that is exactly what I turn into when battling hot flashes one after another, while wanting to choke everyone I come in contact with.

The nice, well spoken, southern lady disappears and Red Neck Krissa takes her place. I have been told all about how it manifests itself and appears to others.

It, truly is terrifying.

Well, this has been going on for a few weeks at least, with some days being much better/worse than others and John grabbed the phone and made an appointment for me with a doctor of some such for Monday. A witch doctor? Maybe.

That’s two days away. And yet my optimistic family thinks that we will all be here and alive by Monday.

The fools.

OK, getting back to the hot flashes, and disregarding the fact that I have a bad case of ADD as well as everything else, the Estroblend had all of the sudden stopped working and I wanted the Super strength one I had seen on the shelf there with it some time before.


We went to get it and I discovered the night time one as well and got that too, cause if I am ever going to abuse pills, I want it to be now sooooo bad.

No, I talked to the pharmacist at Target, where we were, and she studied the boxes and assured me I could take the extra strength AND the night time ones, both. I started eating the extra strength there, in the store.

I MAY have noticed a slight decrease in hot flashes already, but really, it’s just not happening soon enough to suit me. Really, if I have to be completely honest, nothing is happening soon enough to suit me. I be cranky.

And then? I got the opportunity to spend the day with my daughter.

Yesterday Kessa and I spent the whole day together and had a wonderful time. We got out to see the matinee of Letters to Juliet. It really was a good movie and while there were some very predictable scenes in it, at least I couldn’t assume the dialog. I truly hate going to movies and knowing almost exactly what the characters are going to say next.

It was fresh charming and amusing and Kes and I both gave it two thumbs up.

I had three hot flashes during it where I had to lean forward away from the back of my seat and fan my blouse. I almost asked Kessa to blow down the back of it, but she’s really weird about drawing lines about what she’ll do in public, so I didn’t even bother. Besides, it makes her cranky for me to ask her to do something like that and if we’re both cranky at the same time- well, I’m pretty sure that’s how world wars get started. Or maybe just shower mold.

Whatever. It’s bad.

We then headed out to Old Navy and were not the least bit surprised to find that the things that were in the sale circular that we were interested in were all gone. That store is very bad about not stocking up on things that they run ads on. I suspect poor management. So we purchased nothing and moved on to World Market right next door.

Oh, joy! I do loves me some World Market! And Kes is beginning to appreciate the uniqueness of it as well.

We bought this and this (tortellini stuffed with cheese and vodka pasta sauce in case you’re like me and sometimes hate to click on things in posts), and some basil tomato cheese that I can’t find on the website.

Anyway, we brought it home and cooked it all and topped with the fresh basil from the back yard and grated the cheese over it and consumed vast quantities of pesto on Italian bread with melted mozzarella on it.

It was good.

But we also went to the mall and I went into the Apple store with the express intentions of playing with an ipad. It was fun and Kes got on one too and we did all kinds of crazy things. But, sadly, they were too busy to notice us and didn’t even kick us out. No offense to Kessa, but I think I needed Lisa with me to accomplish this.

Come to think of it, Lisa would have stood up in the middle of the theater and fanned me with an empty popcorn bucket, had I needed it. I DID.  Heh. Good ol’ Lisa.

I then popped into Coldwater Creek and shopped a bit with my birthday gift certificate burning a hole in my purse, but just didn’t feel like buying anything right then. So we moved on. Next we left the mall and went to Kohl’s where we made the rounds and came away with nothing of import. BUT, we had fun together and it was really, really relaxing.

I feel like I have needed that for a long time.  Thanks, Kes. I love you.

Now, I know I have been rather absentee for a good while. Only posting enough to keep people from sending the cops to my door to see if I’m still alive and hardly keeping up with reading and commenting at all. But, I have felt like shit and really? Do you want to see anything I have to say if I’m crying incoherently while pecking away on the keyboard?

I thought not. (Wise choice.)

I have been seriously toying with a goodbye post and just kind of go back and forth. For right now, I am just planing on going to the witch doctor on Monday. Let’s see where that gets me, huh? Maybe I will be a better blogger in addition to feeling like a better person. 😉

Hello there my darlings. I hope everyone had a wonderful Mudder’s Day. Mine was combined with my birthday this year and my crowd really did come through for me. I got some wonderful gifts including, but not limited to, heavenly fragranced  lotions, body scrub, shower gel, and bubble bath combined with a gift certificate to Coldwater Creek! My favorite store in the mall and online as well.  PLUS I finally got a cover for my nook, so I can just drop it in my purse and not worry about scratches on the screen.

In’nit cute?

AND, last but not least, I am getting a family portrait soon or we are all gonna die trying! That? is what I was wanting most of all and I got all my group to agree and it IS GOING TO HAPPEN!

Sooo excited about that!

Now, let’s see what’s in the old picture vault to talk about, shall we?

These were actually growing in my flowerbed! I dearly love iris and I had scads of them this year.

Spring is so wonderful.

Here’s a delicate subject that causes my people to squirm. Mostly because I bring it up so much.

They all know they WILL. DIE. if they ever pretend to be about to place anything in the kitchen trash with out some sort of liner in there first. And not only that they will be washing out, (with soap), every trashcan in the house. So when someone has gotten the kitchen trash to the point that it is overflowing and trash is falling all over the floor and there is no way to go on without taking it out, well, this just means that the trash can will look like this:


No one can actually be expected to replace the liner so it sits there like this until I notice there is an abundance of trash on the counter tops and I start to gather it all to throw it away.

Things like:

Tea with lemon, anyone? Well, someone has had some.

Tea bag not needed anymore? Don’t know what to do with it since throwing it away would mean you need to bend over and retrieve a liner from under the sink and then place it INTO THE TRASH CAN?

No problem. Just leave it waded up on the corner of the sink.


Well, I started out all full of good cheer and crap spouting off about all my birthday goodies and it’s all gone downhill. Now I’m all bitchy about the trash left all over the kitchen  when no one will replace the liner in the can.

Confession: I took those picture’s about 6 months ago.

I need to move on.

I’m old now.