Friday, May 28, 2010

C'mon time, stop flying by....please!!!!

One of my baby girls is turning 15 today.......and as much as I am ridiculously proud of the young woman she has become, this is still what I expect to see every morning when she gets out of bed.

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

Please let Ashton Kutcher be behind this!

Please, please, please tell me that we are being punked and that there is no truth to the rumor that these are the mascots of the London Summer Olympics.

Honestly, I don't even know where to start.....the one eyed monsters, the blue crotch, the lobster claws on one and the oven mitts on the other.....are they Olympic mascots or some kind of weird drug induced warped sex statement??

C'mon, it's a joke right???? I really need this to be a joke!

Thursday, May 13, 2010

A three pound murderer!!!!!

Okay, so you know how Larry the Lemon tree died even though we could never really figure out why???......and now we have Larry Deux, who is flourishing in the loving environment of our home????

Well.....the other day my husband went outside to do something and said that the back yard smelled bad. I went out there to check it out and he was right, it smelled like poo (literally, like poo). We searched all over the yard and finally decided that one of the neighbors must have fertilized with manure.

Then later my husband went back out to grill dinner and he came stomping in the house looking for our poor, helpless, teeny tiny teacup poodle who would NEVER hurt a fly and would break down in tears if you so much as suggested that he had done something wrong. My husband was all.."BAD BOY, BAD BAD are trying to kill Larry" so I immediately went into mommy protective mode and swooped up my poor baby boy and asked what in the world was going on.

I guess that while grilling, my hubby had walked over to check on Larry and noticed that the smell was especially strong right near my beautiful Lemon Tree. He then looked into the pan under the pot and saw this.....and he jumped to the very mean, awful, horrifically wrong conclusion that my poor little baby boy must be peeing in the drain pan and that was why it smelled so bad. He is also convinced that Remi is doing it on purpose to try to kill Larry because of jealousy over my affection for Larry. I'm not really convinced that it looks like pee to me, but my husband was very convinced and VERY irritated.

Next thing I know, he is putting something under Larry to raise him out of 'pee reach' of our poor little innocent dog.

I personally think it might be overkill.......and in all honesty, my theory is that the fertilizer in Larry's soil is probably just draining down into the pan and it has nothing to do with the poor puppy who is being accused, but I can't be sure so I am just going to let Remi speak for himself...

Okay then, that is good enough for me

Tuesday, May 11, 2010


As we all know, I finally went to the DMV to get my California driver's license (as a reminder in case you forgot---I made a 100 on my test).

Well, the wait for my license has been nothing if not eventful.

First, I noticed that even though the copy of my license that I approved and signed showed that I was indeed female....somehow by the time it got to the final copy I had apparently undergone a sex change operation and was now a male.

Now don't get me wrong, I love the men in my life.....but under no circumstances do I want to be one of them......I enjoy being neat, putting things away where they belong, asking for directions, freely admitting when I am lost, keeping the toilet seat down like God intended and not having to kill spiders too much to ever covet being a guy.

Soooo, I called the DMV to explain their error to them......thus beginning my journey to understanding why everyone says the California DMV is horribly, horribly bad!!!

They told me that I needed to get back to the DMV within 24 hours so that they could fix the problem before they went into deep financial despair by actually sending me an unnecessary license.

I, being the obedient child that I always have been, went to the DMV the very next morning only to have to wait for 2 freakin' hours for the person to take approximately one second of their time to return me to my fabulous status of a female. (chorus of angels singing inserted here)

So, that's it....the license came and we all lived happily ever after right?

Yeah, not so much. My license came in the mail name, my address, my birthday, my weight (I hate you for that California), my donor status and my lovely picture.....oh wait.....that isn't my face....that is someone else's face. Someone else's picture is on my driver license. WTF?????

I called the DMV again, and was again told that I needed to get this fixed AS SOON AS PHYSICALLY I was off to the DMV for another long wait and another promised fix to the DMV's mess up.

Anyone want to take any guesses as to how they will screw it up next time???

Geez, if this is how they treat those of us who make a 100 on our written tests can you imagine how they treat the rest of the poor saps??

Thursday, May 6, 2010

Surviving the coconut

You know how sometimes you sit down to watch tv and you find yourself really intrigued by something that you didn't think would have intrigued you at all? Well, that is what has happened to me the last several times we sat down to watch 'Survivor'. I am sure that I am a lone freak in this, but every single time I see them cutting up a coconut, cooking it and then standing around eating it while they plot someone's demise I can't help but wonder if it tastes good or if the repulsiveness of eating a cooked coconut is what is making them all so cranky.

After several trips to grocery store where I longingly looked at the coconuts, I finally decided that I had to know the answer to the question of what a grilled coconut tasted like.

So......we bought a coconut.......

......we cut it up into pieces......

.....we stuck it on the grill with our chicken and zucchini.....

...and it was HORRIBLE!!! I mean really, really horrible! The kind of horrible that had my husband spitting it into the yard and my children calling CPS and begging to be taken away from me.

So, just in case you were sitting around watching Survivor and wondering if you should try to grill up some coconut because it looks like the survivors are enjoying theirs, try to remember that they are STARVING and would cook and eat a lizard if it crossed their path.

Hmmmmm, I wonder what a grilled lizard would taste like...........