Best Pool Shot by a Naked White Chick

All The Wrinkled Ladies - thanks cuz, good one...

Just in case you missed it...

Must see tv….

Betty White is hosting Saturday Night Live tonight.  Can’t miss this, it’s a once in a lifetime must see….

Wow, I must be doing something right....

I don't bake often anymore, and I always "forget" to buy something at the store.  The family is coming in for Mother's Day, and even though I'm not cooking, it wouldn't be Mom if I didn't have dessert for them.

I went to the store today, got what I needed, put it on the counter tonight.  Oops, I forgot to buy vanilla.  Looked on a top shelf, there sat a new bottle.  Whew.  I read my recipe, I need two cups of sugar.  Drats, the sugar canister is almost empty.  I look on a shelf in my pantry and shoved to the back is a whole new 5 lb. sack of sugar.  Whew.  Oh-oh, I need powdered sugar for the frosting, I KNOW I don't have enough.  OMG, I found a WHOLE unopened box.

What's going on here?  I lucked out three times.  Never happens, EVER.  I think I have hubby to thank for this, he's always replenishing supplies for me. 

So life is good tonight, I don't have to run back to the store for anything.  ~ jan

It's just a name, in the overall scheme of things, does it matter?

Okay, ladies, think back to before Abby was born.  Remember how I saw that cute little Grandma on QVC selling jelly a few years ago, the one who called herself Nana Sugar, and I decided then and there that was what I wanted to be when I had a grandchild.

Remember how appalled my family was?  They vetoed that bigtime.  Lindsay said she wasn't going to get pregnant if I was going to call myself Nana Sugar, and I wanted that grandchild really bad, so I relented and thought of every name in the book that I wanted Abby to call me before finally deciding on "Grammie."  And you know what, it fits, it feels right, I don't even think about being Nana Sugar anymore.

And they remind me all the time that ultimately, Abby will be the one to decide what she wants to call me.  I realize that from experience, for years John called my mother, Mongo.  She would sit in front of him, drilling him constantly, saying, "Grannnndma" and he would look at her and say, "Monnnnnnngo."

So now I have it figured out that I will look at Abby and say "Grammmmmmie," and she just might look back at me and say, "Mammmmmmy."  Oh, wouldn't that be a trip if she decides to call me Mammy!  Hey, that was what I called my great grandma, she was Mammy Smith.

And that little devil sitting on my shoulder hopes she does because Ryan would just be horrified.  And John would roll on the floor laughing.  And what would Lindsay think about this?  I don't know, she's mellowed a lot lately, you'll have to ask her. 

Time will tell, it won't be too many more months before she starts calling me "something."  And no doubt I'll have a video of it, too.  Can't wait...

The Amazing Ross Sisters

This video has been circulating the web.  If you haven't watched it, you will be totally blown away.  The beginning is a bit slow, don't give up on it, it's awesome.  ~ jan

Milestones...

Abby is almost seven months old now and she's changing so quickly.  She sits up by herself, she stands, holding on to a hard surface with her hand, she babbles and blows bubbles, and squeals with joy.

She's discovered the joy of eating, oatmeal with fruit, veggies, bananas, applesauce, she's a little bottomless pit.

She's holding her own bottle, mimicking the sounds Linds and Ryan make, and, best of all, she's sleeping all night.

Lindsay's parents are visiting from Washington State this week.  I'm so happy that they get to see this precious little child, Linds was so excited for them to come.  I get to see her on Mother's Day, if anybody is in the neighborhood, stop by for a cuddle...

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I'm a tuna kinda girl....

I remember when I was in my forties, and my co-workers and I made fun of this lady who is the age I am now, that ate a tuna fish sandwich every single day for lunch. We thought it was absurd.

Well ya know what, girls, I could happily eat a tuna sandwich, Lays Light Chips and a piece of fruit every single day for the rest of the summer.I've turned into THAT lady!

Law-dee, who woulda thunk it...

Hubby thinks I’m really losing it this time…

I was showering yesterday morning, sitting on my shower bench, using my handheld sprayer, and Mollie, as always, was sitting right in front of me.  I looked at her, she looked pretty scruffy, so I just scooped her up, plopped her in my lap and gave her a bath with me.

She’s so easy going, she could care less that she was in the shower with me, she just laid in my lap and let me drown her.

It wasn’t like I was sitting in bathwater with her, it was actually pretty efficient.  But when you repeat it, it does sound rather strange.  I told Marti about it today, and she got this really odd look on her face and then started laughing.  Hubby just thinks I’m demented, but hey it worked for Mollie, it worked for me, we both got clean.  And Maggie, she was off snoozing in LC'’s chair, or I would have put her in there, too.

Like John always says, “Mom’s the crazy cat woman…. with dogs!!! “

I'm a mustard conisseur

Well, I am a conisseur, of yellow mustard.  Okay, all you mustard snobs, there is nothing wrong with yellow mustard, it's preferably to the fancy schmancy blends on a lot of things... If you're a long time reader, you will know that I'm a huge fan of Plochman's Mustard, and have been since I was a little girl eating mustard sandwiches with Daddy (two slices of white bread with mustard smeared in the middle, it was awesome).  It's just the best brand of mustard you can buy, and I have defended it many times to my girlfriends who insist that nasty French is the best yellow mustard on the market.  Blecht!

Well they're wrong, and now I have an ally.  Deanna!  Sweet girl loves mustard as much as I do and eats it on her french fries, too!  She's the only person I've ever known besides myself that enjoys it on fries instead of catsup, and she's a Plochman's fan, as well!  Last week when we were visiting her and John, she brought out the Plochman's, and wouldn't you know, after all these years they've managed to improve it.  The bottle, not the mustard, they would be fools to monkey with their recipe, even though Brooks Catsup has change their recipe and ruined their product, something that Hooterville and I lament about frequently.  We both adored Brooks Catsup, it was fiery hot and tangy, and now it's just wrong. 

But I'm getting off track.  I thought they would never change the Plochman's bottle but they have finally made a flip top on that familiar yellow barrel, doing away with that red cap that always got gunked up, causing your mustard to squirt sideways on your clothes.  I can't tell you how many times that has happened to me.

But it's not perfect, the hole is too large, causing you to squirt copious amounts of this wonderful yellow concoction onto your plate, saturating your food in *gasp* too much mustard.  Can there ever be too much mustard?  Of course there can.

So I fired them an email, telling them what a huge fan I was and how they need to make that hole smaller, but I'm sure some silly man in their quality control department probably dreamed up the idea of a larger hole, causing you to use more, thus buy more.  Yep, I'm just sure that's what happened, a woman would never do that.  Men Schmen!!!

Hmmmm, maybe I should email those Brooks Catsup people now, I'm on a roll here...

Here's a blogsite for you...

I was researching hanging baskets this morning, and this site pulled up.  Check it out, she's got a really cute site with a lot of vintage looks...

Decorator To The Stars>>>

I especially liked her Joie de Vivre necklace on a ball and chain with a rusty key.  Kind of fits my mood this morning, ummm, that would be the shabby look, not the Joy of Life, much too gloomy in Heavensville for that.  No sunshine til' Wednesday either, and I'm trying to plant fleurs.  Drats!!!!

Scroll thru the necklaces, really unusual, really cheap>>>

Every movie can't be academy award material...

Last night Peg and I went to see Jennifer Lopez in The Back-Up Plan.  The critics hated it, they said it was boring, and predictable, but we found it delightful.  It was funny, well acted, she looked adorable, had the cutest clothes and a hunky co-star,  and this little paralyzed Boston Bulldog named Nutz, who wheeled himself around in a cart, and absolutely stole the movie.

I get so tired of criticism.  Everywhere you turn the media is criticizing somebody or something.  Why can't people just enjoy what's unfolding in front of them and quit being so negative!

Great feel good movie, grab a girfriend and go see it.  There is a birthing scene that will just have you rolling in the aisles.  Peg and I were laughing so hard we couldn't breathe.  We laughed through the whole movie, were in a wonderful mood when we left the theater, came home and slept like a baby.  It was a good night...

Hi from Music City

We’re in Nashville for a few days visiting John and Deanna.

You’re looking at a plate of country soul food, catfish, white beans, onions, hush puppies and coleslaw.  Oh yeah, it was my lunch at a place called Uncle Buck’s yesterday.

They have a big landscaping project going, 100+ plants to dig holes for today.  I’m just going to grab a chair and watch.  Works for me…

I made a discovery yesterday...

First of all, just let me say that this week has been the pits, the pits, ladies!!!  This stupid bug just won't let go, I'm still nauseous, tired, cranky, out of sorts and I still haven't got my closet switched over.  And it's been, what, two weeks now?  And at this age I can't handle a mess.  I just can't take it anymore.  Anybody elses messes don't bother me at all, or when the kids come and we have stuff everywhere, that's fine, I guess because I know that when they leave, it will go back to normal again.

But this chaos that has been in my bedroom has been driving me wild, and I haven't had the energy to do anything about it.  It was so bad yesterday morning that I just sat in the middle of the bed and cried.  I told hubby that he had to do help me, I was just overwhelmed.  Most of it is because I don't feel good, but I was just at the end of my rope.  And bless his heart, he picked up, got me organized to the point that I could start to make sense of the mess I had created.  I still don't have everything put away, but I'm moving in that direction, finally.

And what was the discovery I made yesterday?  Well, when I was taking all my summer pants and sorting them into piles, I realized that I hate khaki.  I do, I hate it.  I have a boatload of it, too.  Capris, chinos, dressy slacks, some of it still with tags on it, the rest,  barely worn.  And I not only hate khaki on myself, I hate it on all women.  Well, except for those cute young things with the firm bodies and tan legs that look good in anything.  I think there should be some kind of law that women over forty shouldn't be allowed to wear it.

I know, I know, khaki and white, the perfect summer combo, yeah, yeah.  Every woman I see in khaki just looks dowdy.  It's boring beige, and it just screams old lady.   I love white in the summer, it's cool and clean and crisp, I love army green capris with a bright orange tee, too, but khaki is just downright unflattering.  Now, all of my friends who read this will be thinking, "well, I'm not gonna wear khaki around her anymore."  I'm just sayin....

So am I throwing it all away?  Hell no, I'm just shoving it on the back of the shelf, like I always do, in case I have some kind of revelation and start liking it again.  Um hmmmm, when pigs fly...

Abby is six months old now, just had to share…

 

Hubby had to work last weekend, so Maggie and I went to visit Ryan, Lindsay and Abby.  Lindsay dressed her up in her Easter clothes, and we took photos.  I know I’m her Grammie, so I’m a little bit biased, but she is just the cutest baby!!!!  Click on her pictures for a close up view…

Maggie, you gotta love her…

I’ve had the 24 hour ick.  It was bad, but I’ll spare you the details.  I spent the entire day in bed yesterday with Maggie taking care of me.  Well, she did!

She was either laying on top of me or pressed into my side, often getting up, walking around me, and laying back down again.  At one point, she got up, put her paw on my cheek and rubbed it, then licked my chin and laid beside me just watching me.

Veronica nailed it when she said once that some dogs are more human than dog.  That’s Maggie.  Molly was in bed with me, too, she totally ignored me, but not Maggie.  And people wonder why I love her so much?  It’s not rocket science, people.  She’s pretty precious…

We lost a good one, ladies….

Oh, those Designing Women were absolutely delicious.  Dixie Carter was the quintessential southern belle,  I always enjoyed watching her so much…

 

Here’s a clip from an interview she did on Bonnie Hunt’s show in December ‘08.

 

Rest in Peace, classy lady, you left us too soon….

“Dancing With The Stars” judge Bruno Tonioli

I just couldn’t resist showing this to you.  That little devil is sitting on my shoulder this morning…   Actually, I’m doing anything to avoid switching out  my closet.  I have this  huge mess in my bedroom, and it’s just not calling my name right now.  Know what I mean, Vern?