Is it just me, or does it smell like worms in here?

In my effort to UP the game of my compost I ordered earth worms from a dealer. Did you know there were earth worm dealers? Not even on a street corner....they have websites!!!

I was so excited about this...and that is very weird on my part. I'm a full grown woman damnit.
But hey, worms do it for me.

On the same day a box also arrived from Soma with a new dress for me...guess which box I was MORE excited about??
Yep, worms!

And from the looks of this box...it's been to heck and back. I actually worried about the health of my wigglers. 

Then again, once I opened the box....I couldn't bring myself to open the actual bag of worms. 

{What? NO CAN?} My dealer of choice was none other than Uncle Jim's worm farm. 

 I let the box/bag sit on my countertop until the Coach came home. What? I sanitized later....Coach gently (dropped) the worms with their packaging material into my compost. 

Seriously, they are gorgeous red wigglers.

Don't tell me you've seen finer. 

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And in the MORE IMPORTANT NEWS category, my Cuz Patrick is having a birthday tomorrow!!!

Everyone please say Happy Birthday to my Cuz Patrick.

He is going to be 31!!!!


Somehow he is catching UP to me.
Here he is with my Uncle Jim. NOT to be confused with the worm farmer Uncle Jim. 

Patrick reads my blog daily....and really...he hasn't the time. This young man holds down TWO jobs!!

And a bonus for him this year is he is achieving a major level of independence. He is moving out from the prison cushy comfort of my Aunt and Uncles house into a better pad suited to a handsome young man. 

We couldn't be happier OR prouder of him. 

Please take a moment and leave a nice note for my favorite cuz Patrick. 

{don't tell my other cousins Chris, Will, Dan, Heather, Sean or Ian}

TGIF Ya'll!!! Do something non-wormy this weekend.

XOXO

Me talk pretty

There are a few words that I continually mix up; I get tongue tied....and not in a good way. 

It reminds me of my childhood; Me talking and people laughing at me. Ok, maybe they only laughed a few times.

For the life of me, I could not say the word certificate until I was 16.

Birth certificate. Gift certificate. 

The words came out a jumbled mess.

Fer-cificate. Ter-ficatate. ?? What the hey?

And then there was the time I could not find the word PLAID in my brain...so I said to my family: 

You know, stripes going this way and stripes going that way. 

(I used my hands to help these helpless people understand me)

As I get older the challenging words have changed.   

You know that popular brand of sportswear that keeps you cool in the heat and warm in the cold?

Yeah, ArmorAll.

Not to be confused with the stuff I clean my car with.

Under Armor.

See. That makes perfect sense. TO ME.

The other day one of the kids said something about an apprentice. 

Me: You mean like the wizard ones at Warthogs? 

I was laughed at. Again. 

Just so you know, these critters are not Hogwarts....dems are warthogs. 

Several times a day I can't find the word I'm looking for...but in my head I can see a few letters of the mystery word? 

Does that make sense?

Me: {with my eyes in the directions of the heavens for guidance} Ummm....Oh, I can't think of what the word is, but I see a C and an N and a Y in there.

Yeah, I'm the Southwest Florida medium; line forms to the right people...you can pay me in nail polish and wine. 

BTW: The word was canyon.

Am I alone on this? 

If this, combined with walking into a room and completely forgetting why I'm there means I have early dementia....then I'm in deep do-doo. 

Summer Favorites

I know it's not nice to pick favorites, but who said I have to be nice all the time?

Toe polish: 
{Essie-Bottle service} 

Scorching Neon Fuchsia; that makes me happy

Wrinkled feet courtesy of my favorite pool. 

Thing to eat:
quinoa. I've been using this in variations of salads...and I love it.

{Yes, Ozzie is my favorite photo bomber}

Thank you to Claudia for bringing it to my attention.

BTW: Claudia is my fave food blogger!!

Place:
 Charleston

I'm thankful the Coach thought to go here...we enjoyed ourselves. 

My favorite youtube video.
This cracks me up....and confirms why I find instagram so annoying. 

My favorite comment from last week: 

"Cute photo booth pics! Our jello shots have Geritol in them!"

That was Mildred in regards to the Jello shot party. 

I'm only able to blog a few times a week....but I always look forward to your funny comments. Without comments, I'd throw in the jello  towel. 

Any summer favorites you'd care to share?  
Sharing is caring, so not sharing is kinda rude. 

XOXO

This one time, we were invited to a party

Last weekend the Coach and I were invited to a 50th birthday party. 

Yeah, the coach knows OLD people. ;0

I don't know why, but people don't throw as many parties as they used to. 

Could it be they are just not inviting us? nahhh.....everyone is just getting lazy, including me; I skipped our annual Christmas cocktail party this past year. 

No, I didn't skip the cocktail part, just throwing the party part. 

Anyhoo, this was a fun event. Annnnddd......they had a photo booth. 

You know that I want my own photo booth now don't you?

Coach's Dad and wife. I heart them both. 

 Would you believe this was before the jello shots?

 Did you know they put alcohol in JELLO SHOTS?

Someone is channeling his inner pimp here. 

Me? I'm Kanye; give me the stage dammit. 

Would you believe I am a jello-ist? I don't.do.jello.

Please don't call Bill Cosby on me. 

But I DO do fun. 

And fun was had. 

I even talked someone into dancing with me. 

Did you know that dancing takes a lot of energy? 

No wonder strippers are so thin.

Hey, it's Friday. Where's the party? 

Spill the jello beans.