26 years and counting . . .

happy birthday, kidlet!!!!

fotoshop fun . . .

  this time it's my granddaughter, k2!

 this is great when i want to keep my fingers clean but . . .  i'm taking a new course which required inky messy fingers.  can't wait.

i need to get my life back under control . . .

****i just washed a load of sheets with bleach but forgot to add the already poured cup of detergent.  this not being the first time, i start to wonder where my brain has gone.

****last night i was cleaning out my laptop. too many duplicate photos.  ancient files.  housekeeping stuff but then it started beeping at me.  usually mac is good about showing you the cause.  an icon.  a flashing something, something.  i got a nothing, nothing. i resorted to rebooting it, since that seems to be the best line of defense.  still beeping.  now faster.  hum.  i finally shut down the laptop.  it glared at me, opened it's little hatch and beeped.  yes, unplugged, turn off, it had the audacity to beep at me.  again.  and a third time before i realized the sound might be coming from a slightly different angle.  turns out to my total embarrassment, it was the land line recharging.  oops.  keeper.  oh keeper, where art thou?

****tuesday of last week, my neighbor was helping me denude some of the oaks of virginia creeper.  i rarely play in the yard. poison ivy and i are not friends.  to heck with the blisters and itch.  my reaction goes right to the gut.  huge welts and hives, swollen tongue, trouble breathing.  not nice.  but we were careful.  no shiny leaves of three for she and me.  wednesday was fine.  whew. dodged that bullet.  thursday evening and my eyes were itchy.  friday morning they were worse.  so were the hives on my neck, nose and forehead. saturday morning, joanie ran and got me some benadryl.  by saturday afternoon, i looked like this:

not one of my better looks. aren't you glad i have no shame and posted this for your enjoyment.  ok, i apologize.  i finally decided i needed to hit the er.  just in case i felt like breathing a little while longer.  in and out with my prednisone, i am slowly but surely becoming a happier camper.  oh yeah, lots of wine with my whine. 

why i need a keeper . . .

joanie and i were wandering through dillards, looking for a pair of white crop jeans for me.  they are on the second floor which requires the use of an escalator.  i like escalators.  unlike an elevator, they are open and freeing.  you're not jammed in like a sardine. 

so i hop on first with joanie right behind me.  i open my wallet looking for the business card of the only wily woman in the state who can fit me properly . . . but a receipt i need falls to the floor  . . .  the moving floor because we're on a escalator.

i turn around and lean down to try and grab it and miss.  i try again but by now it seems i have run out of escalator.  my heels have run into the non-moving departure step but my balance is still moving.  arms flying, pocketbook flapping, body twitching, i right myself just before i would have face planted in front of a bevy of shoppers.  i am in one piece.  my esteem is not.  i need a keeper.

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just got in from my meeting with the good doctor.  as i check facebook, i realize i am tired.  not enough sleep last night.  i curl into a ball, pull up my favorite blankie and try to snooze.  suddenly, i hear a pop downstairs.  kidlet is in class.  ignore the noise.  another pop.  i do a cat count.  all three are snoozing with me.  head down on pillow.  pillow smells faintly of something unpleasant.  ignore the aroma.  pop.  ignore.  pop.  pop.  brain wakes up.  holy hell, i have forgotten about the seven eggs i popped into water and set to boil on the stove.  fly downstairs.  no water in the pan.  scorched exploded eggs.  i need a keeper.

choices . . .

love when my friends send me anything slothful.  thanks, sue.

found myself a new tut . . .

i really like the tutorials from BLTV.  they are really easy to follow and are fun to play with.  so kidlet was my guinea pig for this watercolor portrait:

i think it's time for another photo shoot. 

tails from the cave . . .

so my granddaughter is graduating from high school june one. 

kidlet and i, knowing she did not have the funds for a yearbook, decided we would sneak over to her school and buy her one.  what are the chances that with 2000 kids, we'd run into little k?  slim to none, right?

just as we turn the corner to the activities office, bang, we run right into her and her best friend jessica and of course they want to know what we are doing there.  oh well, at least she is one very happy camper and that is all that matters.

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we are dog sitting this week.  a very loveable pooch by the name of dez.  but i have renamed her 'baby lamb' because, she, being an australian shepard, only needs a lamb skin thrown over her back and it's baa baa black sheep all the way.  she came over to visit as is par for the course, but this time my 25 pound maine coon cat got sight of her and poof we had ourselves a fifty pound maine coon cat running up the stairs.  it's unbelievable how big they can make themselves look.

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kidlet finished her calc class with an 82!!!

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mother's day brought me spring flowers and a minion hat.  she is so flipping creative.  pics to follow.