Happy Monday (grumble, grumble)...

Much banging on the wall directly outside my office. And dust. And loud drilling.

I see a headache in my future.

A cowboy set her soul on fire...

It is THAT time of the year again, folks!

All day I face the barren waste without the taste of water, cool water.
Old Dan & I with throats burned dry & souls that cry for water, cool clear water.

Date: Tue, 7 Jul 2009 10:57:27 -0700
From: Lampasas Church
Subject: Good News!!!!
To: Church Congregation

Out of 31 contestants Alex placed third in the Little Miss Spring Ho pageant. Alex is the daughter of Scott and Monica. Look for her picture on the bulletin board in the parish hall. She will also be on the Spring Ho float.

Congratulations Alex

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From: Deals
To: Auntie Mimi
Sent: Tuesday, July 07, 2009 8:04 PM
Subject: FW: Good News!!!!

I love this.

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From: Auntie Mimi
To: Deals
Subject: Re: Good News!!!!
Date: Tue, 7 Jul 2009 22:17:49 -0500

What a hoot!

Love & alpacas keep her young...

This was taken yesterday afternoon on my way home from work – mere moments before the sky opened up and hail the size of golf balls started pelting my car.

The torrential downpour and balls of ice were all the more special because I got my car detailed on Monday. Normally, July signals the end of the rainy season. So I thought I was safe. But, really, I should have known when Finfrock took Tuesday night off and the chick replacing him droned on and on about our negative chances for rain and the triple digit highs that would be plaguing us throughout the week. To be fair, it was 103 according to my car when I left the museum at 5:30 PM. But it was 71 when I arrived home six miles later. I almost needed a sweater.

And since our freaking sprinkler system has yet to be completed (thanks to the City, not the sprinkler install guys), the sudden deluge has left my yard a muddy mess. I wouldn’t be bothered that much by it (hey, rain equals free water), but my dogs Trevor’s dog likes to wallow in it. There is nothing quite like returning home from the gym first thing in the morning to find gray-green paws where white ones should be. Of course, Alley couldn’t understand why I wasn’t more excited. She thinks mud is great (wiggle, wiggle, wiggle). It is a good thing she dries so quickly…

By “curvy” do you mean “fat”?

I had my first wedding dress fitting today. I’m not sure what I would have done if my friend (and bridesmaid), Mandy, wasn’t able to be there. Because, really, DO the shoes look okay with the dress? How much boobage is too much boobage? And do I really walk THAT weird in flats?

I do everything by committee nowadays.

In the end, though, only a little blood was shed (yes, blood WAS shed. A pin caught me on the way out of the dress – who said this was going to be a painless process?!), and I’m off the hook for a few weeks until fitting number two. Until then, I am under strict orders not to gain or lose an ounce. Did I mention that I tend to lose weight when under stress? When I moved in May, I lost five pounds. When I was a deb way, way, WAY back in 2001 they had to do an emergency fitting to keep me from flashing the masses during my full court bow.

Not that my physical body ever really changes. I’ve been the same size for the last fifteen years or so (yes, the aforementioned deb gown still fits) – I just randomly lose weight in areas that effect the way a dress hangs on my frame. And now that I’ve vocalized that here on my blog, my body will most likely do something else that I’m not expecting. Because my body and I are rarely on speaking terms anyway, and it likes to go traitor on me and do things to keep me on my toes. Like today, for example. My neck and upper back are killing me. Why? I dunno. But it sucks – especially when driving and changing lanes. I think it is my body’s way of reminding me that thirty is just over a year away, and my warranty ran out a good ten years ago.

Blah.

Sometimes it is hard being me...

Part of me thinks it would kind of be cool if the people around me spontaneously broke into dance.

The other part knows I'd be annoyed. Mainly because I can't dance and was once injured while trying to do the Macarena at a summer camp mixer when I was twelve.

HAPPY FOURTH OF JULY!

We took Haskell to the Park Cities Forth of July parade this morning. He got so many dog biscuits thrown at him from the participating floats that he started picking them up and bringing them to me for “safe keeping”. Never thought Haskell would opt not to eat something – especially cookies!

We left Alley at home to take care of Gypsy, who is back in the lampshade. On Thursday evening, I discovered blood in her stool. A trip to the vet Friday morning revealed that she has something called “Colitis”. No one knows what caused it. It might have been something she ate or got in to. Or it could have been brought on by stress – possibly over the sprinkler installation that has been going on in the yard all week.

Additionally, both of her back paws are infected. This is due to her allergies. I knew she had been chewing on the more than normal, but I had been giving her regular doses of Benadryl in an effort to keep it under control. Apparently this time, though, the Benadryl wasn’t enough. So in addition to the medicine and special food she is taking to fix the Colitis, Gypsy is also on a pretty heft dose of Temaril-p – a prescription allergy medication with a steroid. The vet also shaved in between the pads on her back paws, and gave me a prescription ointment to apply twice a day (hence the reason for her sporting the Elizabethan collar).

Poor baby.

This afternoon we are heading to Cedar Hill for the evening. My mother just moved there and has a house overlooking Lake Joe Pool. We’ve started referring to it as “The Resort” because her property includes such amities as a salt water pool, tennis and basketball courts, and a helicopter pad. Because everyone needs a helipad, right?!

Anyway, my mom has headed to Durango for the holiday, so we’ve got the place to ourselves. Things have been so crazy lately that I’m looking forward to a bit of rest and relaxation. So are our pups. And thanks to all the planned fireworks displays around the lake, we should have a pretty good view of those as well.

Happy Independence Day!

On shoes for the bridesmaids...

Despite a genetic predisposition for the love of shoes, I find myself completely disinterested in them. I'd wear my Birkenstocks year-round if I could.

So you can imagine what it was like to take me shoe shopping. Avia and Mandy deserve some kind of medal, I swear. They both have the patience of saints.

Here are some shoe possibilities from DSW:










Even though the charcoal and ivory dresses are a satiny material, I see no reason to go all out and dye shoes to match. I'd much rather have the bridesmaids buy something comfortable that they'd want to wear again. A black, strappy sandal seems like an important staple in any wardrobe. And it is not like any of the shoes will be all that visible under the floor length skirts in the first place.

I'm sure this fashion faux pas will land me an eternity in shoe shopping hell. I apologize if this post is causing any dead, famous shoe designers to roll in their graves. I guess I’m a hopeless case. I would totally have the entire bridal party in flip flops if I thought I could get away with it!

Hehe...

I’m saw this on THINK TONK and it totally cracked me up.

Enjoy: