Thursday, June 19, 2014

A Bracelet Here, A Bracelet There, Everywhere A Bracelet, Bracelet

See these?

 These beautiful bracelets?

Well, some of them are some old ones I’ve gathered up.

One, the big silver one, is an original bracelet, created by a Greek artisan, on the isle of Santorini.  I loved that jewelry store.  We purchased three pieces there, and this is one of my favorites.

But some of those bracelets, like the purple one and the black ones?  Those are the original creations of RubyJames by Lauren Wall.

She’s amazing.  She auctions her bracelets off every Sunday night at 8:15 p.m. CST on Facebook.  

I love them.  Each and every one.

But they’re all super hard to wear when I’m typing on my computer.

So, I take them off.

My friends, who work with me on special projects (and I have a lot of special projects, and you know who you are) tease me unmercifully about my bracelet stash.

The stash I carry around in…

  •    My vehicle.
  •    My purse.
  •    Or leave on my desk.
  •    My coffee table.
  •    Lord forbid I hang them up on my jewelry organizer.

Those same friends tell me I wear them just to play with them.

They're probably right. Yeah.  I know.  I’m really bad.

But, I DO love my Ruby James bracelets!

Aren’t they gorgeous?

Love love love love them.

Oh, well.  If they’re talking about me, they’re giving someone else a break, right?

Wednesday, June 18, 2014

Mickey May Have To Have Plastic Surgery...

We have had a casualty por La Casa de Crazy…


Mickey Mouse has lost an appendage.

Well, three, to be exact.

See, the Wonderdogs think everything toy…is theirs.

Be it stuffed, plastic, Disney, or otherwise.

Yup, it’s a war of the territories.   Between the baby grands and the Wonderdogs.  Except the baby grands don't even know it's happening.  The dogs love everything these kiddos do.  

They love these munchkins.  Want to be around them 24/7.

Add baby smell to anything the kids have touched?  Oh, the dogs love that...even more so.  Legos? Sippy cups?  Anything.

Talking about baby smells?

The Wonderdogs love love love dirty diapers.

But I digress.

No, I divert.  Because I’m not even gonna go there.

But you get my drift.


Enough said.

It’s never boring around here.

Thursday, June 12, 2014

They're Gonna Live - All Three of Them

After a couple of rough days and nights, and vet visits,  Zack the Wonderdog is way better.

Unfortunately, Zanna followed suit and had exactly the same symptoms.  Fortunately, we had her at the vet a day earlier and on treatment, so her symptoms haven't been as rough as those of Zack.  Plus, she's younger.

I found out she was sick in the early morning hours, as I readied myself for work.  She was curled up under the covers, and I was traversing the house in the dark when I slid upon the evidence on the rug in the living room.  Ugh.

The second time, in the dark hallway, an hour later, I had to be rescued by ThatManILove at 6 a.m.  Yes, the same ThatManILove that took his 
You know, because he was overcome by such a bad case of the giggles and snorts.

He got there in the nick of time.  I was seriously considering running for my shotgun, stinky feet and all.


Funny Things I See Around Town

I saw this in the health food store the other day, and it cracked me up.

Someone definitely has a sense of humor.  AND knows the symbols for the elements.

Wednesday, June 11, 2014

Late Night Emergency Vet Visits

It always happens late…ya know?

When your Wonderdog presents symptoms, and you realize the Zackamundo isn’t feeling well, at all?

And it might be bad enough to go to the Emergency Vet, in another town, and it’s almost 10 o’clock, p.m.?

So, off we went, with Zack the Wonderdog, to the Emergency Vet Clinic.

He’s feeling so badly, he’s laying down in the backseat.

He. Never. Lays. Down.

Just saying.  Because, you know, HE HAS TO SEE EVERYTHING.

We have to wait for a while.  Because it's an emergency clinic.  And we aren't the only emergency.

They test his blood.  Perfect.

Take his temperature.  Yup, he’s running temperature.

Zack the Wonderdog at the Emergency Vet Clinic

Xray his gut.  His gut is full of distention, but not twisted, thank God.  No obstructions.  They walk him.  They observe him.  Yup, definitely walking like he's in pain.

Finally, about 1:35 a.m., they let us go, after shooting Zack full of antibiotics and giving us anti-diarrheal and anti-nausea meds, plus pain pills.  And a copy of his Xrays to take to our normal vet.  And a receipt for a huge bill.  

I was super tired.  

Zack was super passed out.

Hopefully, this will pass, and the old fella will be fine.

Same position the next morning as when we got home...Snoozebucket.
We shall see.  This boy definitely has my heart in his paws.

Tuesday, June 10, 2014

Girls Just Wanna Have Funnnnnn....

While I was in the H-town, Jenaya and I went and test drove a new Toyota.

Just's that time again.

Well, sometime in the near future.

And this Toyota dealership?  Had all sorts of cars on the showroom floor.  Except none of them were Toyotas.

And one of them?

Was...a Bentley.


It looked like this.  Had less than 1,000 miles on it.

I texted it to ThatManILove. Told him I wanted to drive it in the Oilfield.  

Jenaya showed it off like Vanna on Wheel of Fortune.  Well, except she was on the phone.

And then?

We saw the price tag.

Had a heart attack.

Stepped away. From.The. Vehicle.

Giggling, of course, like a couple of schoolgirls.

Yeah.  So not gonna drive that car in the Oilpatch.  

Or, anywhere, for that matter.

It's never boring around here.

Monday, June 9, 2014

Weeeeener Weeeeener!

Friday found me in Houston at the SPE Sporting Clays shoot.

It was hot.

It was muggy.

I was in hormonal woman meltdown mode.

Until this girl, my friend Jenaya, won this...

Yup.  AND a $500 gift card.  She had a very, very, very good day!

And, I had a good day, as well.  I shot an 81/100.  Not bad for picking up my shotgun for the first time in almost a year.  While melting.

I was happy.

To top it all off, my coworker Chesney ordered us these cute pink shooting shirts - we were the only all-woman team at the shoot.  Jenaya, Chesney, Joy and Janie! We had a great time!

Bring it, shooting season!  We got this!

Thursday, June 5, 2014

The Little Horse Who Wouldn't

Okay, I admit it.  This story was first published, on my original blog, in 2009.  But it is so funny, it's worth publishing again.  So, here ya go...

This morning, my phone rang. It was Elder Son, though I could barely understand him.

ES: Mom.
Me: Yeah, babe?
ES: Mom, I had to you. (He’s hesitating, sounds like he’s crying.)
Me: What’s up? Is SOMETHING WRONG????

(I can hear all this snuffling, and scuffing around, and some type of weird guttural noise.)

ES: Jason and I are having to load these little...(more snuffling, weird sounds) miniature horses that Jason’s granddad bought for Jason’s kids at the livestock auction, and...and...(mumbles off into nowhere, and I can hear him laughing and trying to catch his breath.)

(I can hear Jason laughing out loud.)

Me: What? What's going on?
ES: Well, Mom, it’s just that.....(fades into laughter again. He finally composes himself)...we got all the horses loaded except for...(and off he goes again) except for this (Jason laughing his butt off in the background)
Me: (I start laughing, too.) Tell me! Use your words! Finish your sentence!

Now, I ask you, how stupid is that,  that I start laughing? I can’t even see them, I don’t even know what’s happening. But I can only imagine. Jason isn’t a tall guy, but Elder Son is one tall lean bean. And a  miniature horse, much less 7 or 8 of them? Just the visuals are funny!

Me: Elder Son! Finish, please?
ES: Mom...I can’’s just that, I’m really trying...okay, give me a second....okay....we’ve been trying...trying to...(and he dissolves into man giggles again.)

I just sit there, grinning like a Cheshire cat. I don’t know what it is, but I know it’s going to be good. It’s absolutely positively gonna be one of those “worth the wait” ones. So, I wait.

He finally calms down a little bit.

ES: Mom, we’ve got all these teeny horses loaded in this honking huge trailer, (and they're laughing again, they’re losing their voices)...(they finally catch their breath and ES resumes) except for (bustin’ gut laughs now) the little stallion. (And he cracks up again.)

Me: The what?
ES: The stud miniature horse, Mom. He’s a stubborn little &*O(^)%(&.
Me: Oh, Lordy, me (I really started laughing now)!
ES: Oh, Mom, we are so frustrated. We tried to herd him up with the rest of the horses. He’d get halfway up the ramp, which is really short to the ground, then fall off. He’d just tip over. He’s really fat. We’d start again - he’d back down the ramp. He did not want to go. Then, we tried to lead him up. No go. Then, I led and Jase pushed. That didn’t work. So, Jase led, and I pushed. (Laughter. Then escalating laughter.) That didn’t work, either.

And now, Mom, the horse is mad. He’s snorting at us and pawing at us - it is so funny, the little thing! (Uncontrollable laughing from both he and Jase.)

(By now, tears are running down my face and I’m having trouble breathing!)

And then, Mom....(giggles)....I finally got so frustrated I tried to pick the little b*st*rd up and throw him in the trailer. (huge laughter.)

Me: What? You tried to pick him up?
ES: Yessssssssss...(fades into sputters and they’re off again, laughing hard!.)
Me: Did it work?
ES: Hell, no, Mom, it didn’t work (and they crack up into laughter again), he weighs 400 pounds and he was thrashing around and trying to get away!
Me: Oh, Lordy.
ES: I gotta go, Mom, we gotta figure this out, I just had to call you.

And he hangs up laughing.

I talked to him this morning. They finally got the little stud horse loaded into the trailer. Elder Son and Jason physically picked up the horse, together, and stuffed him in the trailer.

Elder Son is still laughing.

Me, too!