High Heels

When Husband worked the evening shift, he would, upon occasion, come home for dinner (euphemistically speaking.)

He would drive the company car, so when he got home he didn’t have his house keys. He would ring the bell.

Our apartment was on the second floor, the back apartment in the last building at the far end of the complex. What I’m saying is NOBODY EVER came to our door uninvited. (We never even saw our neighbors in all the years we lived there! Heard them, yes, but never saw them!)

I had decided on this occasion to meet him at the door wearing high heels and a smile.

Since I was expecting him, when the doorbell rang, I didn’t bother to look through the peephole, I just opened the door.

The look on the UPS man’s face was priceless!

I often wonder how his version of the story goes when he retells it!

Scribbler

This is so cool! You HAVE to try it!
Go to http://www.zefrank.com/scribbler/

Learning to Read

Before I started school I was jealous of my brother.

HE got to go to school!

He knew how to read!

HE got to carry big important looking books!

HE got to have homework! I thought it was all so cool! (What can I say? I was uninformed! LOL)

So on my first day of ‘real’ school I was so excited!

I was going to learn to READ!

The problem was I thought there was some sort of magic wand they waved over your head and ‘poof’ you knew how to read!

No one told me you had to PRACTICE reading! What was all this phonetic stuff?

Where was the magic wand?

I still remember coming home that first day and feeling sooooo disappointed and betrayed! 

Perks

Fresh strawberries in January! Life is good!

Somebody Does Want to Play!

Ya’ know how I was complaining about feeling like nobody wants to play with me when I don’t get any mail?

Well, look what I found in the mailbox yesterday!

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A lovely card from Yvonne!!!! (from 'muddle on through')

What a nice surprise!

Thank you Yvonne!

From the bottom of my tickled little heart! 

(Aren't friends the BEST?)

Mail

I feel so left out when I don’t get any mail.

Like nobody wants to play with me!

Or I haven’t been chosen for the team!

Even bills and junk mail are okay.

But when the mailbox is totally empty, it’s depressing! 

LOL

The Sketchbook Challenge 2012

A new year and the challenge continues. 
This month’s theme is ‘doodling’.

I have a roll of aluminum embossing foil. (I’ve had it so long I don’t remember why I bought it or what I was going to use it for!)

So I thought I’d try some doodling on it and see if I can’t use it as journal covers.

We’ll see where this goes.

I’m an Inventor

Really, I am!

I invented a balloon tie-er.

The boys’ birthdays are exactly one week apart.

When they were little we threw an all out, over the top, combined party.

And of course with ANY kind of birthday celebration you have to have a copious number of balloons.

The year I rubbed my fingers raw from tying hundreds of rubber balloons by hand was the year I invented the ‘Tie-er’.

Necessity is the mother of invention. (So are sore fingers!)

It was a simple little device but everyone thought it was pure genius. A friend even suggested that I patent it!

(What I really wanted to invent was a mechanized balloon tie-er but my genius is obviously limited in the ways of mechanics!)

So I guess I’m destined to become a millionaire from this!

 You hold it between your knees and wrap the balloon end around the two spread out pencils. It gives you enough space to tie a knot and the aluminum foil is flexible enough to let you pinch it a bit and slide off the balloon.

(Hey, it worked! And served me well for many a birthday party! LOL)

A Tale of Four Kitties

Husband says I have a neon sign on my forehead that only felines can see, which flashes ‘SUCKER” in giant pink letters!

(Paints quite a mental picture doesn’t it? LOL)

I’m afraid he might be right though.

And that is how we became ‘parents’ to four stray kitties.

And not all at once. No. They came to me one at a time.

I pulled up in front of our house one cold winter night and as I opened the door DC jumped into my lap and snuggled in. It was apparent he wasn’t going anywhere, and it was cold, so of course I brought him inside.

He was number one. (DC stands for dumb cat, by the way. He was without a doubt the ‘not smartest’ cat I have ever known. I don’t really want to call him stupid. That would be hurtful.)

Casey was next into the clan.

Casey was a Christmas gift from my mother to Husband, because, as she put it, “I don’t believe in ‘only cats’.  (You know, like ‘only children’.)

Then came Cindy.

Cindy was a stray left at the building where I was working at the time. I tried (I really tried) to get anyone else in the building to take her.

So of course, she came home with me.

Last, but not least (and my personal favorite) was Tigger.

I was visiting my parents on a cold and snowy winter night. As I sat in their living room I kept saying “Did you hear that?” 

Understand, we were inside, tucked in nice and cozy and warm and somewhat sound proofed from the outside world. And I STILL heard the meows. 

No one else did.

I went outside and out of nowhere Tgger leapt into my arms.

I couldn’t just leave him to freeze to death!

Husband (as much of a critter person as he is) was not pleased with me that night.

So we became a happy and furry family of six!

Then came kids, but that’s a whole ‘nother story! LOL

If it’s Not One Thing, It’s Another

My father had a great way of paying bills.

Actually he had two great ways.

He would say, “We’ll throw all the bills in the air and the ones that land on their edge are the ones we’ll pay.”

Other times, this was the idea, “We’ll throw the bills in the air and the ones that stick to the ceiling are the ones that we’ll pay.”

I think I might try that this year, seeing as how I just got notified that my mortgage payment HAS GONE UP $400 A MONTH! (insurance rates in Florida are astronomical)

(I have a feeling this illo is going to come in handy more times than I ever expected this year! LOL)