Well, hello Betty!

For those of you who know me a little...I have a penchant for saying a few little remarks to encompass just about any situation, positive or negative. "Well, hello Betty," is one and "Good Night Nurse!" is another. So, my new blog is to be found at http://ohgoodnightnurse.blogspot.com/

I don't want Alex to be able to read some of my therapeutic rantings and ramblings. I'll leave this blog up for seven days. Due to his Dyslexia, I don't think he'll be able to type the old one into the tool bar and find it and I've deleted it from my favorites. I'll also change the Sumy one but hey, one thing at a time. ttfn

Movin' on...

I'm going to be changing the name of my Blog so little pitchers who have big ears,I mean eyes, don't read about themselves. I'll include it in the next post. Then, we're outta here!

This aincher mama's minivan....

Okay, before you all start ragging me about buying a minivan....I just have a few things to say (not that they are all important and need to be in bold print but I can't get it off,so there). I'm trying to reduce my carbon footprint (okay Uncle Al, can I leave now?)

My Toyota Highlander started spitting HOT water on whoever was sitting on the passenger side's feet! (I don't know how I got rid of the bold....great.)
I wanted, no needed to separate my kids before they either commited some kind of "icide" on each other or Hari Kari on themselves!

So, I went looking for a Honda Pilot (sorry Toyota, but you made MY Highlander too "guy", can't handle those chunky knobs, nope, just can't do it.) While I waited inside the dealership for the salesman to bring it up (Jim M., Howdy Honda, absolutely a great guy, made it as painless as he could without just handing us the keys and givin' it to us free) and Alex was sick,so I had a "helper" and he did, was going through the Odyssey in the showroom like it was Nim's Island! So, I started thinkin' and here's what happens when I do that....I drive the Pilot, rides kind of like a truck but pretty good with the sunroof and DVD player and all those buttons! But as I'm drivin', I'm thinkin'.... Psssst, didja notice the deep, deep well behind the third row of seats for stowing all those stinkin' groceries you buy every two weeks...didja notice that it has more room inside AND gets better gas mileage.....didja notice they had one in Midnight Blue,which is the color of car you've wanted since you were 15!?(YOU wait twenty, I mean thirty, I mean, (sigh) thirty four years for your favorite color)....didja notice the DVD player AND the sunroof, so you could have like a "cool" minivan or as we who are ultracool call the MPV. So, if you're gonna ride me about going back on my word, well, hit it honey. I'll be the one sittin' in the way back with a smile on my face, a beverage in the holder and the wireless headphones on who doesn't hear a damn thing you're sayin'!
By the way, if you'd like to donate to the buythosekidsaregularchessset.org, feel free. Although this was early in the game, Hannah did eventually lay waste to Alex anyway.

Now, for those of you wondering where Alex fits into the new car thing....see that opening he's hanging out of? Well, I forked over the money for the latest in MPV upgrade...the ejection seat. See ya!

Psssst....I think "they" are watching me!

Beware the aliens of Google. This is big brother with a twist...I write about the sex life of ladybugs, they place a tomato ad on my blog. (whisper) they...are...tracking...my...movements

Okay, enough with the paranoia. Anyone who is lame enough to watch me, well, I feel for 'em.

BTW, the *(*&^&(^&*& ladybugs have left the garden anyway. I think they felt like there were too many voyeurs in the garden. Not to worry, I have more, many more. Want to see something eat more than an 11 year old boy and a 12 year old girl? Soak some raisins for a few hours in water...put them in the tub with those voracious critters and watch. Wow, makes me look like I have the appetite of a runway model!

I posted about this movie on my blog about Alex. We saw this movie on Saturday and I about busted a gut! Truly, I don't know who was more surprised by me laughing out loud, my family or the poor man in front of me. This is an excellent CLEAN movie. If you are from my generation, this movie reminds me of Swiss Family Robinson but with much cooler inventions! Abigail Breslin is one outstanding little actress, the dad was really good too just don't remember his name (sorry Dad guy) and Jodie Foster as an agoraphobic, priceless! I don't know how that wench has managed to not age in spite of having not one boy but two! Hmmmmmm, maybe that's the single parent thing working. Anyway, get your Hot Tamales and M&M's, giant Diet Coke and that buttered popcorn and sit back and enjoy. Hey, if it can make ME laugh, that's sayin' somethin'.

Disclaimer: No residuals were paid for this review. Darn.

Ladybug,Ladybug

Taking a slight vacation away from reality. We've put in a small vegetable garden and released some ladybugs to help with the tomato, bell pepper, corn, carrot, broccoli and cucumber plants.
So, while releasing them found a couple...busy....you know, horizontal tango?

Guess which ones my son was intrigued by? These critters had no shame! Right out there in front of God and everybody! Now I've decided what to do for my future career...I'm going to be the Ladybug chaperone. I'll keep the ladybugs and the lordbugs separated. Hang on, be still, don't move, wait a minute...I can't tell them apart. Guess I'll have to go with the second choice profession...Ladybug nursery worker. That and mood stabilizer efficacy worker. I wonder, are there any sick days with these jobs?

What's this...two posts in one day!

Like me, this is a shortie. This message is to the people of Google who I believe are not really people at all. I think their play on words "Google Earth" is simply to make folks think they are from this planet. After researching crop circles with Hannah for math class (geometric figures, I know, it was a stretch to connect for me too), I'm convinced the little guys are really out there.

You people of Google, stop invading my life! Do you really think it is not cruel to taunt me with your google ad on insomnia? Shall I call you up when I am? Or is it only earthlings that need sleep anyway. You think you are so damn funny. Well, you're not. I am. You're not. You're cruel and I'm guess Googlings don't need or have hearts.

You'd better back off on invading my brain...some of what you find in there just might creep you out.

What's this? Something positive?!

I know, I know...I've really got to work on my sarcastic attitude. That and move about sixty pounds of flab off, have my face sandblasted, finish the flower beds, clean out my closet, untie my son (whoops, did that thought appear in writing?) heehee , just kidding, don't call the mommy patrol on me, and reorganize my pantry that is huge and skinny (two things I'm not).

About the flower beds. Anyone who does know me, knows that I am obsessed about plants. Especially, the challenge of finding seeds and having them grow into mature plants. Plus, it's CHEAP! And, if I'm one thing in this world, it's a cheapskate about gardening. I also like to gather seeds when we travel (as my long-suffering husband will be only happy to attest to) and then when they do actually sprout and bloom, for that moment, I'm back wherever those seeds were gathered. I do on occasion buy seeds when we travel so when I say that the Columbine plant from Glastonbury Abbey (where the graves of King Arthur and Gwynevere are) that comes up every year, YOU don't know if it came from illegally gathered flower seeds or a seed packet with Her Majesty's official stamp on it. Hahaha, I love being cryptic. By the way, I didn't know it WAS illegal to gather flower seeds in foreign lands until the official sniffing beagle with the customs officer came around to sniff our bags at customs. Now that I do know, I will NEVER gather the illicit seeds again while wearing my size six cargo pants with all those pockets down the leg.

Just so you people living stateside don't get the idea that your blooms are safe from me, I have Hollyhock's from Rockport, Mass. ,Snapdragons from Fisherman's Wharf in San Francisco, Paul Revere's plants from somewhere in Boston, and Heaven help the local nurseries that don't deadhead their flowers!

From time to time, I actually have to buy flowers in order to get more seeds. These poppies just called to me. Poppies remind me of California and Colorado. The cooler (and I mean temperate,not chic) parts of the states. Being from Texas, I HATE heat. When I grow up, I'm going to be a Heat-Bird, forget the snow, I'm going to spend my summers and early fall in climates where 85 degrees is a freakin' heat wave!

So, I took these pictures yesterday on April 5th. I was in a mood to be creative...sort of. I was also in a mood to escape. Since the State Hospital already declined my self-admission, this is where I have to go. Alex is about the same (you KNEW HE'D get in here somehow). He's now on a mood stabilizer but while he's certainly retaining moods, I've yet to see the stabilizing part. Thank God, he goes back to school tomorrow. Hey Angela, Betsy, Donna, and Lisa, remember when I said I would homeschool? Well, damn, shouldn't that have been an automatic psychiatric admit? Call the state hospital and vouch for me will ya? I know there's a cozy, only slightly shriek-filled room there just waiting for me.

Now, check out this picture. Nope, not a flower to be seen? Wondering why it's included? Look at the center of the photo. See that telephone pole? See that purple blob on the right side of it? Well, that folks is the Curves International Hot Air Balloon that the international hot air balloon team had just landed accidentaly on a goat ranch! Nowhere else but Texas! We were hot on the trail (Alex, myself, that other lady inhabiting my body and her smart-mouth friend) as we tried to find their landing place. See, they had the audacity to sneak up over my deck without getting air space clearance! I should have been out there sunbathing....nekkid. That would have punished them! Mwhahahah! So ofcourse, the daring duo took off to find out what's going on...don't ever think you can do anything near our property without being investigated. It is physically impossible for that son of mine to not know. Wait a dadgum minute! I was thinking and thinking about how to get into shape and this big, purple balloon floats above me. Well, slap my mama, it's a sign from God! Curves it is.

Ahhhhh, back to the flowers. Think I should give up my dreams of being a multi-billionaire and focus on flower photography?