Blonde Moment #13-14

I left yesterday morning with a long list full of stuff to accomplish. I even left the house on time.

Dropped Linds off at school and headed for destination #1: My dentist.

I got on the interstate and proceeded to drive right on by the exit.  How did I do that? I have not a clue. I don’t think I have ever done this before. I was 7 minutes late. I loathe being late. And for this, I had to have x-rays. I know they did this part just to make me suffer. I asked  mid x-ray, “hey, do they make those cardboard thingies in a bigger size? I don’t feel that my mouth is bleeding yet.”  

I then headed to my many other stops. All is good.I got many items checked off my list.

I get home, had a little bit of sushi for lunch. (I want the name of the guy who put crab in my California rolls!) 

I changed my ‘running errand clothes’ to gym shorts and a tank and lost the cute sandals to my flips. I then headed out to pick up Lo from the bus stop. We came home, I had some cleaning to do. (thank you cat that threw up on my couch!)

As I was bustling around the house and getting ready for us to run to our next destination, I caught a glimpse of my feet.

Left foot.

 

Right foot.

See anything wrong with this?

I am not stressed about Christmas.

I am not stressed about our party on Saturday. Really.

I don’t know what to blame this on.

Losing My Car {or mind?}

Do you ever forget where you parked your car in a crowded parking lot? Ok, sometimes it may not even be that crowded.

I have joked before about getting a huge plastic bouquet of red carnations for my antenna. Sure sign that I have packed my bags and am moving into old lady town.

I seem to lose my car a bit more these days, but really, losing it is not the worst part. The worst part is, my brain immediately goes here:

“Oh great, I wonder how quickly the GMC dealer can get a hold of one of those hybrid Denali's in white?”

Is that bad?

Oh Deer!

It is D Monday!!!

I walked out this morning and saw this:

You would think it was a dliema, but I knew what happened. We had some guys here all weekend working on repairing stucco around the house…they clearly did not care for my deer. dorks.

Those deer reminded me of these deer:

Vixen is my favorite! But Dancer, well he reminded me of my Dancing Daughter:

Did I ever tell you of her dangerously weird dexterity? I was going to photograph some of her bending parts, but decided it might make you drop your doughnut.

My other daughter? Quite the Dichotomy. She is an athlete. She is a girly girl.

She is very diverse.

I only wish my Dad could see my Daughters…He would have loved them to death.

He met LoLo one time. I had to sneak her into the hospital…I am so glad I did. This is the only picture I have of them together.

My Dad did love to dance…and he played softball his entire life until he got sick. How genetically delightful is that? Not the getting sick part, the dancing and softball part?

And you know my other D Word: Dogs. This morning as I was picking up my dropped deer..the dogs were running like maniacs on the dirty driveway.

I can never think of the letter D and NOT think of my Dear friend Dawn. We have been friends for…for… forever I think. Ok, maybe not forever, but at least 10 years????

Dawn has a birthDay coming up next weekend, yeah for her. I can’t wait until she catches up with me in age. any year now….

She is a delight, a doll, aDorable and everyone should have a Dawn in their life!!!!

Happy Monday everyone.

To see how others used D this week, visit Jen’s blog at A-Z mondays

TGIF; You knew it would come to this…

If you have read my blog for a little while, you will be familiar with my unnatural love for Bartholomew.  He is the best topiary dog that I have ever had.

 

As I was walking past him the other day, he gave me a ‘psstt’….he does this sometimes. I approached him and he whispered into my ear: Please….Dress me up for Santa. PLEASE!?!  Well, how could I say no???

Yes, he is fully lit at night. I had to move him closer to an outlet and where he will be more visible to the ‘big man.’

On the other hand, Cocoa did not feel the need for dressing up this year…even with the promise of a banana.

The annoyance of antlers squeezing a lil’ boxer brain is just not worth a ‘nana.

“What the hey is that crazy woman putting on me now?”

I asked Ozzie if he would dress up..I swear he gave me the finger paw and then under his breath he muttered: bite me.

Ok, maybe just said, no thank you.

and….

do you think our animals are spoiled?

I am sure as I was taking this photo the other 2 cats were either filling up a litter box or throwing up on my favorite non washable rug.

I hope everyone has a great weekend ahead. We are having an early birthday party for Linds…her birthday is December 27th, so we do it a little early for her to have her day to *shine.* No one wants to compete with Jesus. 

She will be 14!!!!!

I am still mad about that Dr. making me have her early…I think I could have clenched held out until her official due date of 1/5!!!

I put up a few lights outside besides dressing up Bart…it took a few hours, but looks like I threw them at trees blindly!!!! Next year, I will do just that: Grab the lights, close my eyes, then just THROW them.

Did you decorate the outside of your house this year? How about your pets?