Tuesday, June 26, 2007

Sleepless in PA

Can't sleep. None of YOU are awake and posting. Big help you are. Some people. Just can't count on'em.

I know that insomnia is very common. Nothing to lose sleep over.

Since I can't count on you, I tried counting other things.

Hasn't worked so far.

Guess it's my own damn fault.

It's almost time for most people to get up anyway.

Just saying that made me sleepy. I'm goin' back to bed.

Thursday, June 14, 2007

Go fly a kite

Today after our morning walk, my walking-buddy Irene declared this morning to be a perfect kite-flying day. So we hot-footed it over to our cars and retrieved the kites we keep in our car trunks.

My kite is something like the one pictured above, but mine's better. Of course.

Heaven on a string! It was a perfect day for flying kites.

Why do people say, "Go fly a kite," when they mean "go away!" and stop bothering me? Do they want you to be struck by lightening?

Cliches like that oughta be avoided like the plague.

Didcha read about the new over-the-counter diet drug Alli? Poo on that!


How about the new invisible underwear? Hear 'bout it? It's called a "C" or sumtin' like that:

If a lady has to wear Depends, I'm thinkin' she should avoid the "C".
Doesn't look very comfortable anyway.

Course other things to avoid are easy to spot:
Like wearing a nose ring and bifocals.
Or combining spiked hair and bald spots.
Miniskirts and support hose don't look so good either.
Ankle bracelets and corn pads don't work for me.
Speedos and cellulite are not so hot.

A belly button ring and a gall bladder surgery scar is a big no-no.
I think inline skates and a walker would be silly-looking too. Those old people. No fashion sense at all. Just like the young people. Only lots of young people missed out on having any sense.
Midriff shirts and a midriff bulge don't look good or make good sense, but you see young ladies every day with "muffin tops." Muffin top is the roll of fat that oozes over the top of your jeans. Oprah calls it "dunlap." That's when your fat done lap over the top of the pants.

Don't you just know that poor dog is embarrassed?

Looks bad on plumbers and on women.

Everyone should dress sharp. Like me:

If you need any advice on clothes and what to wear, just write to me.

Tuesday, June 12, 2007


I'm out shopping. The above is a test pattern. Is it moving? That's the test.

Monday, June 11, 2007

Yeah, yeah, I have light.

I have light, but no insight.

For years, decades even, I have wanted to re-do the kitchen. But I always get paralyzed when I start just thinking about what to do first, etc.

Meanwhile, all three of my girls, 3D, Actonbell, and AP3, have redone their kitchens. Those kids. Showin' me up and all.

It's happening to me again. I do know that the first thing is to pick the counter tops. I drug 3D out with me to look, and strange as it seems, I didn't see anything I wanted. Strange, because I'm so easy to please. (Don't ask the kids. They lie.)

There's tile, granite, Corian®, and a superabundance of stuff to pick from. Unfortunately, I have a color/pattern in my head, and I can't find it. It would be easier if I hadn't planned the entire thing out in my head in advance.

Looks as if it will be a while before I get to actually start having it done. OR, maybe I'll get lucky and find something that I love for the counters soon. Then the other stuff will be so much easier than the counters.

Well, except, what will I do with husband Niks while it's all being done. Anybody got a room to rent to him for a month or so?

Tuesday, June 05, 2007

Electric to be off

The electric company is turning off the electric power to our block at 9 AM. They're replacing a transformer or somethin...

Saturday, June 02, 2007

Tibbar tibbar

It's not the first day of the month now, so if you forgot to say "Rabbit rabbit!" it's too late. Too late to say "Rabbit rabbit," that is. Now you hafta say "tibbar tibbar" to ward off bad luck in June. Just sayin'.

I got nothin' to say, and all day to say it, so I'm just gonna post a coupla pictures. Maybe three. Maybe four. Some days I don't count so good.

Uh, I think maybe if you don't know how these things are supposed to be worn, you shouldn't show'em off.

Go wash your eyes out now. It won't help of course. This will be with you awhile.

Those are not tears of sorrow that her favorite skirt is ruined. She's cryin' tears of joy that she wore panties that day.

Their Mama's so proud.

I'm still all broken up over this. Cryin' as I type.

Friday, June 01, 2007

Rabbit Rabbit

I just love what you've done with your hare!

Happy June.