Saturday, August 8, 2009

Holy cow, I’m really gonna be a grandma…..

My son and very pregnant daughter-in-law came home today for a visit.  We met them at Chick-Fil-A  for lunch, and I walk into the restaurant, take one look at Lindsays tummy and started crying.  Oh yeah, for real I did, real crocodile tears, too.  Poor Linds, she probably thought that I had lost it, and Ry told me it was Lindsay who was hormonal, not me.   But the reality that she is really, really pregnant with my grandchild hit me full force.  And it happened right in the middle of Chick-Fil-A.

Poor Linds, I know I will be a basket case when this bebe is born, not only will she have to deal with Ryan, but his crazy mama as well…

She’s a trooper, though, and looks adorable with her glowing skin and little basketball tummy.  Life is so good this afternoon, we are all so blessed.  I hope your family is, as well…

~ jan

Friday, August 7, 2009

Bonnie Hunt’s Preparation H story is so funny….

Actually, I tried this for under eye puffiness.  It didn’t work, but then I have to confess, I was too cheap to cough up the big bucks for Preparation H, and used a store brand. It sounds like it could work, though…

Scrub a dub, dub…


Don’t mention the worth “bath” in front of the fur kids.  They both ran for the hills when they realized they were getting one this afternoon.

How do they always know?  I got out the shampoo and the towels, Mollie ran under the dining room table, Mags headed for the bedroom lickedy split.  Once I get them in the sink, they enjoy it.  Well, at least they used to, before I started expressing their anal glands on a regular basis.

Egads, it’s a nasty job, but somebody’s gotta do it.  They probably don’t enjoy me squeezing their butts, so they are hiding from me.  Well, it’s no walk in the park for me either, let me tell you, but at least Mollie isn’t scooting on her rear anymore.

But I do have it perfected, the secret is to get them wet and lathered with shampoo, squeeze and rinse, really fast, and don’t breathe while you’re doing it. 

I know, more info than you ever wanted to know.  Oh, the joys of  a Yorkie mom on a Friday afternoon…

Thursday, August 6, 2009

What I don’t like today…

  • Humidity
  • Achy bones
  • Computer projects that aren’t moving forward
  • The fact that I can’t have biscuits and gravy over a tomato for breakfast, that’s the worst
  • A late summer garden that’s showing a lot of stress
  • Tomato plants that didn’t produce
  • Dirty little fur kids that can’t have a bath til’ Saturday because of flea meds
  • My hair, bangs are too long, can’t get it cut until next week
  • That I didn’t have coffee this morning

Okay, what do I like today.

  • Waking up to a furry body snuggled against me, no, not hubby, Maggie!!!
  • An early golf cart ride
  • The fact that it’s early, I can still make coffee
  • It’s a short list today, maybe it will get better as I get further into the day

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

just an ordinary day…

here i sit, just waiting for the front to move thru.  it’s such a bummer, this getting old and turning into a human barometer.  i remember laughing at people when their bones/sinuses alerted them of the weather.  well, hello, i’ve joined the ranks…

i’m weary of obama, and his birthday, if i hear the term “cash for clunkers” one more time i’m gonna blow, but i am thinking that slick willy looked pretty fine as he stepped off that plane in north korea.  yeah, you all know i like the man despite his transgressions.

i just checked the radar, the rain is on the way, maybe i have time for one more spin on milly, then i think i’ll curl up with a book and a cup of hot tea and just wait out this storm….

Maggie, my little bathing beauty…

I swear, this precious little thing  is so sweet, I could eat her with a spoon…..


Monday, August 3, 2009

Ryan O’Neal hit on his own daughter at Farrah’s funeral…

ryan o neal 050709 WHAT????  Is this the most horrid, awful, sickest thing you’ve ever read?  I’m just livid!  Why was he “trying to be funny” with any woman at her funeral??? Ohhh, men can be such dogs!!!!,  DOGS!!!!!  And this is quoted from the New York Post not some trashy tabloid….

The actor, and father-of-four, told Vanity Fair that he is so disconnected from his own children that he flirted with daughter, Tatum, at Farrah Fawcett's funeral, without realizing she was his first born according to transcripts of the interview published Monday in the New York Post.

"I had just put the casket in the hearse and was watching it drive away, when a beautiful blond woman comes up and embraces me," O'Neal, 68, said. “I said to her, 'You have a drink on you? You have a car?' She said, 'Daddy, it's me -- Tatum!'"

"That's our relationship in a nutshell," Tatum told the magazine when asked about the bizarre exchange. "You make of it what you will.”

Said Ryan: "I was just trying to be funny with a strange Swedish woman, and it's my daughter -- it's so sick."

Asked if he's sorry he had children, O'Neal nodded and said, "A couple of them I would take back.

"I don't think I was supposed to be a father," said the actor, who had Tatum, 45, and Griffin, 44, with first wife Joanna Moore; son Patrick, 42, with actress Leigh Taylor-Young; and son Redmond, 24, with Fawcett.

"Just look around at my work -- they're either in jail or they should be," O'Neal said.

He said Redmond, who is in jail for violating probation on drug charges, is the only child he still sees. 

Read the rest of the article here; what awful things he says about his children.  The man should be hung by his shriveled balls and beaten with a chain!  Shame, shame, shame on him…  What a worthless piece of vermin he is, why couldn’t it have been him in that casket instead of poor Farrah!  Yeah, I’m upset, can you tell? 

You can read the entire interview with Ryan O’Neal in the September issue of Vanity Fair, which hits newsstands this week.

Source:  Radar Online

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