Law-dee, I’m busier than a one armed paper hanger…

I’m Alabama bound, Lindsay’s shower is tomorrow.  Just wanted to check in, tell you all that I never have to worry about any kind of a timer going off and not hearing it, the M&M’s let me know.

I baked this afternoon, every time the buzzer went off, they found me, just barking their little heads off.  They do it when the dryer buzzes, too. That’s such a relief, knowing they alert me to all things I need to know.  Oh, they’re such smart little dogs.  Yeah, right, they’re little yappers is what they are, but oh, so cute!

I’ll be back with lot of baby news.  I’ll take pix of my gift, too.  Oh, I did it up right, first grandchild ya know.

Later ‘gators…

Julie and Julia, meh…

The movie started out great, I loved the old blue Mercury woodie, the streets of Paris were amazing, the bakeries, the fresh markets, and Meryl Streep really nailed Julia Child to a tee, and then…

It started to get boring, I kept waiting for the pace to pick up, it never did!  Julie was cute, but she was so white bread that she quickly turned into a big yawn.  I did enjoy the scenes from the Cordon Bleu, it was apparent that they had Meryl Streep standing on a box in order for her to look taller, it’s obvious in this picture.   And there was a funny scene where she was chopping onions, and that was about it for moi.

What a disappointment, and what a waste of Meryl Streep’s talent.  And I had such high hopes for this movie, too.  *sigh*

I think I’m out of the loop…

I rarely go to the mall, but I was there today, oh my, ugly, ugly clothes, weird kiosks; an eyebrow arching booth, teeth whitening booths, filled with women under ultra violet lights, it was really enlightening.  Oh, and press on toenails, that one was pretty funny, what will they think of next?

I must be getting old, most of this seemed just a little on the silly side…  Oh, did I see some gawdawful clothes, girlfriends.  I don’t know how retailers sell the stuff it was so bad…

Coldwater Creek was packed with 40-50-60 year old women, all desperate for something to wear.   I just don’t get why more stores don’t cater to the boomers, it was pretty slim pickings….

Lindsay, two more months to go…

Is this just not the cutest pregnant woman, ever???

I’m so lucky to have such a sweet daughter-in-law!  And just think, that’s my little grandbebe in her tummy!!!

~ Jan here, doing the happy dance, happy dance…

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

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…

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

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…..

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

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

Girlfriends, it’s a sisterhood…

There have been books written about it, movies made about it, songs written about it - that mysterious, bonding that occurs between women that men can never understand.  It’s a beautiful thing, girlfriends, more so when you’re as lucky as me and have friends that have been in your life for years.  I’m at the age, that we’ve watched our children grow up, marry, and some of us, including, lucky me, have or are about to be grand’meres.

Why is it that girlfriends have such a good time together?  We laugh, and talk, discuss everything, clothes, makeup, diets, health, men, sex, children, you name it, we can talk about it.  We’re never at a loss for words, or things to talk about.

There is a newly published book, The Girls from Ames, a story of 11 girls and their lifelong friendships, you might enjoy reading it this summer.  Here’s the Amazon link.

"Time passes," it begins. "Life happens. Distance separates. Children grow up. Jobs come and go. Love waxes and wanes. Men don't do what they're supposed to do. Hearts break. Parents die. Colleagues forget favours. Careers end.

"But ... a girlfriend is never farther away than needing her can reach. When you have to walk that lonesome valley and you have to walk it by yourself, the women in your life will be on the valley's rim, cheering you on, praying for you, pulling for you, intervening on your behalf, and waiting with open arms at the valley's end."

We’re lucky women to have this connection, and if you haven’t talked to a girlfriend in awhile, pick up the phone, or text, or email her.  There is no time like the present…

 

Let’s talk about potty mouth, damnit…

 

A lot of us are afflicted with it, yours truly here has a really bad case of it, for years now, much to hubby’s dismay, and I had an interesting conversation this morning with a woman about hers.

I had to go to the flea market to pick up two cases of reading glasses.  Yeah, you’ve got that right, two cases!  Hubby buys them by the dozen, two dozen this time, because I leave them everywhere, well so does he, but he won’t admit it.  He has bought them from Judy for so long that she sells him to him wholesale,  I think big spender coughs up $2.75 a pair for the things.  He always gets the same ones, too – tortoise readers.

So anyway, I’m at the flea market and Judy, who is a 60 something lady and another lady were discussing life, husbands and other topics, including battery operated devices that I won’t go into on this PG-rated blog, but somehow potty mouths were mentioned by Judy who said she told her familly, she doesn’t smoke, doesn’t drink, but she loves to cuss.  She cusses like a sailor.

I really identify with her, I don’t know why I have this compulsion to spurt bad language, but I do.  I like to think it’s because I’m a colorful character, and colorful people go hand in hand with colorful language.  It’s a trait that I really need to curtail when that petite bebe comes, or I’m gonna be in  major trouble with Ryan and Lindsay, and rightly so, they don’t want that precious little girl picking up my bad language and end up sounding like this adorable little girl in the video.

But the way I see it, it will be awhile before she is born and starts talking, so I’m just gonna let her rip for another ‘effin year, and then stop, cold turkey.    Umhmmm, I am, well I am!!!

Julie & Julia, coming next week! How fun…

Bette Midler and Wynonna duet, The Rose

This has always been my favorite song, the one I want sang at my funeral.  Well, I do, and it’s not morbid saying that, if I don’t tell people what I want I will just end up with Rock of Ages.  Perish the thought!

I found this video on YouTube.  Oh my, it’s even better with Wy singing with her.  If you don’t get goosebumps at the swell (2:11 into the song, watch the little bar for it) you are a better woman than me.  This gets me every time.  I can’t tell you how many times in the 80’s I have driven down the road, listening to this song, and absolutely cranked the music at the swell…

Such good memories…

~ jan

Ain’t she sweet???

My buddy, Hooterville, sent me this picture of herself at fourteen.  Oh, does this bring back memories.  I remember her so well at this age.

Was she cute or what?????

Why can’t I just follow the yellow brick road…

That silly road is full of twists and turns that screw me up, that’s why!  I just posted an entry here that was meant for Eating Right! 

It’s because I have all these snazzy programs, instead of blogging the old fashioned way, I do it thru Windows Live Writer, have to click on the drop down to post to the right blogger account, do I remember to do it, of course not!  Then I access The Dish and holy schmoly, I have the wrong entry.  I deleted it, but if you view this thru Google Reader it is probably still showing up.  arughhhhhhhhh

Oh, if I only had a brain….

And how’s your morning going?  Mine was just dandy until I tried to blog.  I have pinto beans in the pressure cooker, the girls are asleep in their little bed in the garage, hubby and I are doing “projects.”  How fun is that?

No wonder I blogged to the wrong account. 

If you lay in tanning beds, you need to read this -

This was on the Drudge Report tonight.

Sunbeds have been elevated to top cancer risk…

Here’s the article ~

And I thought my bat wings looked bad…

Law-dee, whatever is this woman thinking.  Why does she want her arms to look like this?  Does she think it’s even remotely attractive.

Don’t get it, Madonna, just do not get it!!!

Actually I don’t understand why any woman wants to work out with the hope that they will start popping coconuts.  Women’s muscles aren’t supposed to look like a mans, are they? Or is my age just showing?

Whatever,  to me, it looks like she got hit by the ugly stick!!!  Just my two cents worth…

Just for today, If I could be ten again….

• I would rock my dollies  in the porch swing, while listening for the whistle of the morning train as it came over the hill.
• I would take a puppy, and a kitten or two, for a walk down our country road, barefoot, feeling the powdery dust between my toes.
• I would lie on my back in the grass, and watch the puffy clouds rolling by in the summer sky.
• I would eat anything I wanted for lunch, washed down with real sweet  tea,  with lots of ice and sugar, and an orange slice, Mother always put an orange slice in my tea.  And I would do this without worrying a whit about the calories, and then I would have dessert, too!
• I would ride my Western Flyer bike really fast down the hill, with my streamers blowing in the wind, the breeze cooling my flushed little face. 
• I would stop on the bridge next to our house and peer into my beloved ditch to see if there was a frog in the water, and watch the wet rocks glistening in the dappled sunlight.
• I would accept the day, today, for what it is.  A gift, with no worries or fears, just the innocence of childhood in a magical country setting called Enfield.

Just for today…