Ma’ Day and Da’ bugs.

 

Mothers day was just lovely at our house. I was treated like the royalty that I always thought I was. I can’t believe it took my crew so long to get on board with me.

Lunch out. Lovely cards. A little bit of shopping.  Lo picked up some Mexican. (food, not men) and we dined al fresco next to the pool for dinner. Whatever my heart desired.

I was in my PJ’s by 7pm. My kind of day.

I am going to write to The Prez. and Hallmark and see if we can’t make Mother’s day a weekly holiday.

Please remind me to never, ever, under any circumstances wear a headband again. OY.

 

Have you ever experienced Love bugs?

Picture miniature Siamese twins swarming you.  I think they, like New Yorkers are partial to Florida in the spring time. And Florida said thanks for visiting, but please move on. It is now love bug season, some years are better than others…this one is particularly bad. They cover your car with their splattered twin carcasses …and if you are a mouth breather, they will invade your insides too.

*gag*

Lindsay said yesterday: Wouldn’t it stink if you were the ONE who was always getting dragged around everywhere???? 

Yep, that would stink.

But who has not felt like that a time or two?

~~~

I hope you had a wonderful weekend as well!!

 

 

P.S. Who wants to participate in Ten on Ten tomorrow? It is easy, and you just need to link up with Rebekah when you have your post done. (10 photos over 10 hours)

April Photo Dump

I know we are in May now….

My Friend Mark always does this at the end of the month…and since I want to be like him, I copied.  Does that mean I want to be a gay man one day? perhaps yes, I love me some gay.

Anyhoo…Mark’s photo dumps are always fun. Here goes.

My FIL had a big party a few weeks ago…we attended directly from a softball game. It was hot. But there was yummy seafood and live music, so we suffered.

She knows better. The Coach does not eat or wear cupcakes.

The magical million dollar smiler all jacked up on Mtn Dew.

Ooops. Cleavage much?

I told you it was hot. Tyra Banks always looks great in front of a fan; not me. Girllll I need a weave.

We’ll call this one “two heads are better than none”

These carrots are not from my garden. BUT I am thinking of growing some next spring because it must be a party underground. Carrots are the clowns of the garden. 

Remember that wall we built in the family room? {Yes, there is a hole back there Dawn} Linds thought it would make a good hiding spot. But only for a few minutes.

Too bad we don’t need a fireplace in Florida, this would have been a good spot.  Of course, our super duper TV would be in flames the first time we lit a fire. 

 

Could a holiday go by without me documenting the dining room table? NO.   Using eggs as place name holders? Genius. 

 

LoLo loves playing with my camera. Do you know what this is?

LoLo’s handiwork again.

Goodbye April. Hello May!

Yeah, I am a little late…but still….

*Somebody* will be dancing.

I won’t mention any names…but *somebody* made the dance team again for next year.

Halleluiah. Thank goodness. I don’t know what I would do with a child in high school who is NOT involved in something.

Lord knows, they might end up like me.

And we won’t be having any of that.

If she did not make the dance team, I would push for her to join the wrestling team, the fishing team or the underwater basket weaving team.

I did nothing in school. I tried, but never made the cheer team or the dance team. And the football team laughed at me.

So, I worked.

What teams/groups were you involved in?

Did that keep you out of trouble?

XOXO

SUZ

PS. I never got into trouble IN high school.

Snakes in my bed….an ache in my head.

 

Does anyone else have dreams involving snakes?

I don’t have a fear of snakes…but they invade my sleep at least one time a week, but usually more.  The other night it was a HUGE one…and it was chasing the dogs. I was exhausted when I woke up, because I was trying to hide the dogs from this big ol’ slithery monster.

I never have nightmares about our Freddie the Freeloader…he is a kind and gentle soul.  You know, for a snake.

I googled to see if I could find the deeper meaning of snakes in your dreams and a few places say that you dream of snakes when you are in transformation; change.

Um….I must be in a constant state of transformation, I have had these dreams for as long as I can remember.

***‘Scuse me….

checking to see if I am shedding yet***

I have a personal question for you:

How old is your bed?

The Coach and I purchased a new mattress last week. I have been a himmin’ and hawwin’ for a new one. Our old one was purchased when LoLo was a wee little one, 17 years ago.

Do you ever himmmm and hawww about stuff? Does it work for you?

I found myself falling into a crevice/cave/sink hole each night. But the Coach did not…how does that happen? I am half the size of him.

I do love our new bed, I have too…that was a big ol’ check we wrote for it…but my body/neck has not got used to it yet. I hope it does soon.

So, how old is your bed?

Do you have confederate money under your mattress?

I’ve been told that most mattress’s are good 10-12 years.  The ten/twelve year itch.

We made it 17. Do we get a prize?