A 'burger and 2 Small Fries

My niece, FanneeDoolee, is pregnant with her third child.

Her son Logan is six and Keelin, "Kiki", is three.


Already have been blessed with two beautiful children, one boy and one girl, this third child posed no pressure to be a specific sex.

I don't like surprises that take long. Nine months is too long. I was very anxious to find out if this baby is a boy or girl. Last Friday, she had an ultrasound and found out what she is having. She posted the experience on her blog. *Very cute, check it out, Logan and Kiki make some adorable observations*

Her way of announcing it was by referring to it as a "Hamburger". I had no idea what she was saying. I guess since my baby is almost 19, the terms hamburger and hotdog are something new when determining sex via an ultra sound.




Does this mean "Wendy" would be a good name for her?

Separated at Birth

I can't under$tand why $he think$ $he ha$ any "guardian" right$ to Dannielynn.

It'$ been e$tablished who the father i$.

I wi$h $he would ju$t go back to Texa$ and pour her$elf a tall gla$$ of $hut-the-fuck-up.

The Simpsons "American Idol"

I thought this was well done, pretty funny stuff.

The "Natural" Look

Why do most women have to use 10 pounds of make to achieve a natural look?

The moisturizers, foundation, concealer, powders of a natural color, powder for a glow, blushers, eye lid primer, eye shadows, eye liners, mascara, lash curler, brow pencil, lip primer, lip liner, lip plumper, lip stick and gloss.

Add to that glimmers and lashes for dressier nights out. We won't even include nail polishes, manicures or pedicures.

The isles and isles of make-up counters in department stores, drug stores, even grocery stores way out number the little kiosk men can find their grooming aids on.

I like all the girlie make-up. I don't use all that I listed above *cough* well not all at one time. It seems unfair that men get away with aging into a mature look, but women must try to maintain a youthful look for as long as they can.

Maybe I should date a plastic surgeon
or just do this ....

Conversation Hearts, God I love my Kid

Last night after grocery shopping ~


Cait: Look at all the Weight Watcher food.

Me: Yep, I am determined.

Cait: It looks good, maybe I should try it.

Me: Cait, you are 5'7" 123 lbs, no way do you need to eat diet foods!

Cait: (Holding a frozen WW meal)
Well, I would have to eat about 2-3 of these little boxes as one meal to fill me up.

Royal Oak Michigan

I was on Memphis Smoke's rooftop this past Saturday afternoon, 78 degrees and everyone was ready to kick off a wonderful weekend. This guy was celebrating his 18th birthday with his family.

(click on the pic for a close up, beer cans, cup, cigar holder)

Hanging out in Royal Oak during the summer nights is one of my favorite things to do. The vast spectrum of people is "educational" and makes for great watching. I like to get a Starbuck's, spike it with Baileys and begin my watch.

The variety of people range from the spiked look, as above, to shorts and T's, from dressy casual to the little black dress and strappy sandals. There is always fun albeit odd characters to be seen in RO on any given night.

The choices of cuisine is fantastic. Damato's has Italian, Mr. B's sports bar fare of burgers, pizza and sandwiches, Tom's Oyster Bar, Good Night Gracie is a jazz martini bar. Inn Season for the vegans. There are Sushi, Chinese, and French restaurants peppered between the sub, pizza, and ice cream shops.

Entertainment for everyones taste is always happening. There is salsa dancing at Sangria Sky Club, pop groups at Memphis Smoke, rock bands to dance to upstairs at 5th Avenue, and a comedy club for those just wanting a laugh.

Downtown Royal Oak offers so much for so many. It caters to bikers and has bike night. It's always a crusin' spot for classic cars owners, especially being so close to Woodward, home of the world's famous annual Woodward Dream Cruise.

It's amazing, all the happenings downtown Royal Oak on any given night of the week once the weather warms up. Yea, I can be found there one or two nights a week from now until October.

I Finally Get the Point

I surrender.

No more yo-yo fad dieting.




In my youth, I could diet away any 5-10 extra pounds within a week. I would always use unhealthy crazy diets ... mostly lack of eating!

I have been dieting and working out for a couple years now, yes YEARS, trying to shed some pounds. I am at the age where the size of my clothes or the numbers on the scale dosen't matter. It's now all about feeling comfortable in my skin. Ugh, dare I say I also think I should try to be a "healthy" eater because I am sure the over fifty thingys that start to happen are right around the corner for me.

Everyone I know that has had success in losing and keeping off weight, has done this by following the Weight Watchers diet. I am using the Flex Plan ... counting points assigned to food.

I started it this week and am now amongst the many that have this little book in my purse to look up food before I eat it so that I can tally the points.

Naw, I am not going to humiliate myself at this time by announcing how much I want to lose, but I am sure I will babble like a brook as I experience success.

Just Click It

My nephew posted this and I think it is worthy of posting it also ... the more clicks the better. Save the link and try to click as much as you can. Pass it on!




"Please tell ten friends to tell ten today! The Breast Cancer site is having trouble getting enough people to click on their site daily to meet their quota of donating at least one free mammogram a day to an underprivileged woman. It takes less than a minute to go to their site and click on "donating a mammogram" for free (pink window in the middle). This doesn't cost you a thing. Their corporate sponsors/advertisers use the number of daily visits to donate mammograms in exchange for advertising. Here's the web site! Pass it along to people you know."

Link To Breast Cancer Site

Poll: Men and Bathrooms

On my personal info list, I admitted to being a germ-o-phobe. Of the many things that my cootie radar zeros in on, hand washing, after using the restroom, is a biggie.

I work with all men. There is a restroom in the back of the shop that they use, I won't go near it. There is a unisex restroom in the front office area that I use, but unfortunately, the two men in the front office use it too. Yes, even Jack. It is also the restroom that we have to allow general public, salesmen, and reps. to use, yuck.

The restroom wall is shared by my office wall, and is so close, I can hear water running. Thank God I can't hear bodily functions.

I am not sure why, but most men do not wash their hands after taking a pee. I hear the flush, no water running, then the door opens, not enough time to wash has passed. Since men hold their dick to pee, you'd think they'd want clean hands even before they handle their jewels.

I wash my hands before and after I pee. Think of where your hands have been in a work environment ... keyboards, phones, pens, paperwork ... all used by others. No way will my OCD allow me to use my hands for clean up duty without washing them before I pee and of course after.

*Side note ... I can't use toilet paper either. I have to use wet wipes. Don't laugh, I am not the only one that thinks like that. Gnightgirl son agrees, I can't find her post, but he stated using toilet paper vs wet wipes is like cleaning up pet poop from the carpet with paper rather than water and a cloth. You wouldn't just clean it up with paper, right?

Then, after I wash my hands, I have to use the paper towel to open the restroom door because all I envision is the last man turning that door knob with his unwashed hand that just held his dick to pee.

I don't need you to tell me I am a kook about my restroom habits, but I would like to know if you are a guy, do you wash or not after peeing? How about before peeing? Do you women notice this too with your coworkers or the men in your household?

Moms and Dads, please teach your boys that before and after washing is a good thing!

Not a Chicken of the Sea

"Oh, the shark bites with his teeth, dear
Scarlet billows start to spread." ... Mac the Knife

I'm clearing out my work and home computer of pictures I have saved.


Most are going to disc, some are being permanently deleted.

I have a CD of this shark dive from about 5 years ago and a few stills of it. It was at Stuart Coves in the Bahamas.

I recently watched the dive CD and when I ran across this photo on my computer, it made me wish I would do some diving again ... soon. Until then, I guess I will just watch Jaws and have a tuna salad sandwich.

Weight Watchers : Lunch

1 - Fruit

1 - Dairy

1 - Bread




Whaaaaat? OK make that

2 - Breads

Sheesh!

Paraskavedekatriaphobia

I am not superstitious.

I don't think lucky charms are the answer to winning at bingo or in casinos. I am positive Aunt Trina and Grandma Bridget would have totally disagreed.

I had a beautiful solid black cat years ago, "Overday", and she was forever walking in front of, around, behind, over, and under me ... the walk between my legs routine too, and never once did I consider having her being unlucky. On the contrary, I was the lucky one to have had her for the many years that I did.

I tend to tempt chance and can't help but walk under ladders when I come across them, just to see if anything happens ... nothing has. I think if something did happen, it would only be because I would be checking out the construction worker, window washer, or painter that was distracting my attention.

Breaking mirrors? I can't even count how many vanity mirrors I have dropped over the years ... can't someone make unbreakable ones?

Do you pick up the lone penny for luck? Throw salt over your shoulder? Lift your feet over railroad tracks? Hold your breath as you go past a cemetery?

To me it's just Friday, end of the work week, and the date just happens to be the 13th.

OK, now I think I will cross my fingers and hope this post doesn't bring me bad luck!*wink*

This is April?

Sad but true:
Showers High 45 Low 32

View from my office window:

I'd say this gloom calls for a :

or five

Team Larry

So yea, as I said before, I like Anna.

We can debate all the issues, drugs, sex, poor choices, conspiracies ... greed.

But it all comes down to this baby and her biological father.

With time, let's hope he shows he is also her Daddy.

I wish them all the best and the end of a media circus.

Gut instinct:
Keep Howard and Virgie away from Daddy and daughter.

Cool Pix

One of the reasons I like reading/viewing Fightin' Mad Mary's blog is that she has pictures to go along with her posts. I enjoy the added visuals. Her posts are usually daily happenings, therefore, her photos are candid, random, and creative shots that have a way of complimenting her story.


I had to laugh at this shot of her taking a shot. (Mary, I swiped this from your site, just let me know if you want it removed from here.)



So her "have camera, will shoot" style inspired me to replace my too heavy and too big to slip into my purse Kodak digital.

I replaced it with this cute, light weight Nikon COOLPIX L3.



Watch out neighborhood, I am aiming. My goal is to take a random photo a day. Some I will write about, the rest I will just post in a sidebar on my blog. This should be fun and interesting, but hopefully I won't do anything that gets me arrested.

Our New Puppy (?)

Caitlin wants a new puppy so bad. ::pout:: I told her as soon as she gets her own apartment, she can get as many "new puppies" as she wants.

Since Bryan's "puppy" Bently, is a year now, and not living with us anymore, she is more intent on getting one.

BENTLY








Quinn, our 10 year old "puppy" works for me.

QUINN








Saturday I surprised her with a new pup ... well sort of. I told her this Beta Fighting Fish is her new pit bull of the fishbowl. With a smirk and a few "awwwwe, how cute" remarks, she is temporarily satisfied. We named him "Puppy". Look, he's even smiling!

Worse than diarrhea ...

* Warning, not for the weak stomach *

There are many people blogging about poop, boogers, gas, barfing ... a plethora of bodily functions. Sure it's cute and funny when it's about kids or animals. Even the best delivered adult confession is hilarious when it is being recalled versus witnessed first hand.

I work with Jack ... nope that isn't even a pseudo name ... his real name is Jack but unfortunately he doesn't read my blog.

Jack's desk is in the office right next to mine. This man is so damn disgusting I should weigh 100lbs from losing my appetite.

He has a daily, or should I say hourly, habit of ripping cheek lifting, atomic bomb dropping, farts that make chopping 100 pounds of onions appeal to me more than having my eyes well up from his stench.

It never fails, he leaves the area after he quasi sh*ts his pants, only to have someone walk in and see just me sitting at my desk. I feign ignorance and lean out of my office and say "Oh Jack must have just left, he was just here, he is probably in the bathroom."

His "cranked-up-to-11" volume snoring, yes, he naps every chance he can, sounds like he can blow the roof off.

Obviously he skipped the Miss Manners "etiquette at the dinner table" chapter because the way he scarfs, no make that inhales, his food should be the worlds best argument for fasting.

Jack is a nose picker. He will be talking to you and pick without hesitation and even roll it around his fingers while examining it until it does the disappearing into thin air on its own act. When his paperwork makes it back to my desk, I kid you not, he has fricken boogers stuck to it. No way will I touch it, therefore, I won't wipe it off. I now take cellophane tape and put a strip over them so I don't have to deal with it ... gross I know, but better than accidentally touching it while finishing up the paper.

All of the above I have learned to deal with. That's right, I actually deal with it.

Jack is old, 60 years old. Jack is a horker. He always snorts his snot and sometimes he horks it out, but for the most part, he is a loogie recycler. Can you imagine, he swallows that crap? I try not to picture how it must flow like molasses through his system.

If you are still reading this, I applaud you.

Don't even say to take it up with the boss, he is aware, sits right next to Jack (hey I am lucky I have my own office) and is just as grossed out by it all as I am. He is just too nice of a guy to say anything, and does the kind thing by pointing out all Jacks good qualities ... which escapes me, I haven't seen any yet.

The air (no pun intended) in the workplace has always been light, fun, no drama, no conflicts ... we have all worked together ... a team ... for many years.

What oh what can I do or say to get this man to excuse himself from my ear shot when he has to perform these disgusting bodily functions? Any ideas?

Oh The Po !

Master Po called young Caine "Grasshopper"

When I read this post on Oh,TheJoys, it made me curious to look back to see who the first "stranger" was to post a comment on my blog.

Yep, 'twas her!

Ironically, it has been OTJ's daily posts that have kept me in tears from laughing, my wall surrounding the computer area spotless (from cleaning up coffee sprays) and mostly an unspoken inspiration to blog.

Because of her "fan base" leaving her comments, I have been able to link to some brilliant writers as well as some funny story tellers.

It amazes me just how many people are linked together on a daily basis and truly help each other out. Much support is shown with words of encouragement, but I have also come across blogs that have been the spring board to "real world" friendships.

I am still learning my way around this humongous blogosphere, but so far, it has been a good class to take ... Blogging 101

Grand-Dawwwwwg

Crap, is this the kind of Granny I am going to be?

I forgot my "grand-dawgs" first birthday was April 1st! Happy Birthday Bently!

PLAY BALL !

It is opening day here in Detroit and our champion Tigers had a beautiful, almost perfect day weather wise, to begin what is sure to be a winning season.

I have always been a Tiger's fan, even when they weren't the most popular team in baseball. Obviously last year, the team proved to be worthy of the World Series but, as far as I am concerned, they are always winners. This Wednesday before the game, they will get their rings.

No, I didn't go to the game (*pout*pout*pout* Deb,I didn't know you had a line on tickets) but I watched it at work. For sure I will be going to as many games as I can this summer.

I love the several huge tigers around the park. They are posed as if prowling around, guarding the premises. The fifteen foot Tiger with his paw up in a swiping motion that greets people in the front entrance, has proved to be a favorite for taking photos with.

So with the game tied in the 9th, 3-3, we entered overtime only to lose Toronto 5 Tigers 3. It's OK, I love how they send false security to the other teams early in the season *wink*