True Redneck Tank Top!!!! This was taken in front of the Gardendale, Alabama, Wal-Mart while she was going to the Flea market.This is hysterical! Look at it closely.
Now I ask you...Who sits and looks at a pair of men's briefs and says hmmmm...I can make a nice summer top from these!! On the other hand...$6 for a three pack is a good price!!
Saturday, August 23, 2008
Saturday, August 16, 2008
Puppy Love
Bailee and Baxter
The chocolate brown fur ball is a Cockapoo. Her name is Bailee other wise none as Denise the Menace because she's always starting trouble. The light brown Lhasapoo guy is Baxter. Don't be fooled by his size! He has the Napoleon syndrome and thinks he is the biggest dog in the neighborhood. My husband says he must be a Rot a poo!
The chocolate brown fur ball is a Cockapoo. Her name is Bailee other wise none as Denise the Menace because she's always starting trouble. The light brown Lhasapoo guy is Baxter. Don't be fooled by his size! He has the Napoleon syndrome and thinks he is the biggest dog in the neighborhood. My husband says he must be a Rot a poo!
This little cutie is my son's Pug, Kira whose been visiting all summer.
And when the three of them get together it's hilarious!
But......Someone usually gets their feelings hurt when....
Baxter flexes his muscle.................
And he's just FINE with that!!!!!!!!!!
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Defending Mom
My father came to visit yesterday as he does pretty much every Monday and as usual by the time he leaves I'm in the worst mood. Mom passed away 2.8 years ago and he still complains about her, which is very upsetting to me. I've mentioned several times to him that they both could have been nicer to each other and I really don't want to hear anything negative about mom. But once a week he will slide some kind of derogatory comment into the conversation and yesterday was no exception. I won't share with you the response I gave this time because it was fairly sharp and I do regret what I said. For years it felt like they would put me in the middle of their arguments, like a referee or interrupter. I wouldn't take sides just listen and try to explain to the other parent what the first one was trying to say or meant. Now that she's gone it seems like I'm speaking out for her because A) she died and B) she rarely defended herself in the first place. It hurts me deeply and when he's in that kind of mood I would almost rather him stay away. What should I do? I've told him several times they both had faults, it hurts me to hear bad things about Mom and I don't want to get into an argument about it. He thinks by making short flippant comments that he isn't actually "saying bad things" about her but it's the same thing because I know where his mind is and where it's headed. Hell, I still struggle with my emotions if I spend more than an hour in their home. Everything I see there is exactly where she left it, like she just stepped out or ran to the store. I tried to get him to redecorate to help him move forward a bit but he won't. I don't know what more I can do or say that will help him move forward. Or better yet forgive the past. That's it, maybe I need to talke to him about forgiving her for all the things he's still upset about.
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
Yesterday I thought I would doll myself up a bit. Its been a couple of months since I wore make-up or something nice. As I searched and searched through the umpteen dozen outfits jammed in my closet it slowly began to dawn on me, I have nothing cute to wear. I mean nothing. Everything is either business attire or working in the yard garb. Oh and let's not talk about the lingerie, which equates to paint stained t-shirts and cotton panties...not sexy one bit. Needless to say when my husband got home that night he found me in tears. I told him I was trying to have a girl day and wanted to fix myself up for him but nothing worked out. My hair wouldn't hold a curl, nail polish smudged (puppies wanted to lick my toes all day) and practically every piece of casual clothing I own looks like something a boy would wear. I just wanted to be a girl today! Bless his heart he tried to make it better by saying; "There's no way you look like a boy and besides it doesn't matter what you wear, I'll just want to take it off anyway." Men! Ah well, that wasn't the point. Like I said, bless his heart for trying to cheer me up.
Monday, August 4, 2008
Darling Daughter
It seems just yesterday I held you in my arms,
Wanting to protect you from all the world harms.
Your eyes so blue, your smile so bright,
I prayed to God you'd grow up right.
And now that you've grown, moved out on your own
I want you to know you're not alone.
You are my joy, my little girl
making a life out in the world
Mommy's never far, always right here
I love you more than ever,
You're mommy's little dear.
Happy Birthday Christine!
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