Ugh....

Ok....ok ok ok!! If I were a person to swoon over someone famous...to dream about them and to fantasize about meeting them and how they couldn't keep their eyes off me and had to have me, later asking me to marry them and we live happily ever after...it would NOT be Kelsey Grammer!! It would be Sean Connery or John Travolta.
But....-sigh- for the past two weeks I can't seem to get Kelsey out of my head! I watch Frasier almost every night before bed so I'm sure that has something to do with it although I have been watching it for years ...so why did I go so far as to Google him! I hear on TV/Google that he has been dating a 29 yr old flight attendant and even though his divorce from his 4th wife is not final he has asked her(kayte) to marry him in February!
All I can say is.... I'm not into hairy backs and I hope these thoughts end quickly......

Only One Pound.....

Hello, do you know me?

If you don't, you should. I'm a pound of fat,

And I'm the HAPPIEST pound of fat that you would ever want to meet.

Want to know why?

It's because no one ever wants to lose me;

I'm ONLY ONE POUND, just a pound!

Everyone wants to lose three pounds, five pounds, or fifteen pounds, but never only one.

So I just stick around and happily keep you fat.

Then I add to myself, ever so slyly, so that you never seem to notice it.

That is, until I've grown to ten, twenty, thirty or even more pounds in weight.

Yes, its fun being ONLY ONE POUND OF FAT, left to do as I please.

So, when you weigh in, keep right on saying, "Oh, I only lost one pound."

For you see, if you do this, you'll encourage others to keep me around because they'll think I'm not worth losing.

And, I love being around you - your arms, your legs, your chin, your hips and every part of you.

Happy Days!!!

After all, I'm ONLY ONE POUND OF FAT!!!

- Author Unknown

The Giving Tree.

So I'm sure many of you have heard the story or read the children"s book "The Giving Tree". A story of a young boy and a tree in the forest who always provides him with what ever he wants, branches on which to swing, shade in which to sit, apples to eat, branches with which to build a home. The boy takes and takes from her and she gladly gives until he leaves her alone and broken down. He returns when he is old and she is a stump with nothing else to give but she offers him a seat and he sits telling her that is all he needs and she(the tree) is happy.

I was told in an email last night that I am the giving tree when it comes to my 18 yr old son. It was meant as an insult meaning I am hurting him by not letting him be a man and doing everything for him and making it easy for him. At first my feelings were hurt tremendously that I was being criticized as a mother...then a few mins later my hurt turned to rage. You see the person throwing the insult was what enraged me the most...it wasn't so much the comment as the person ... a person who usually only says negative things anyway and a person that I don't feel has the right to begin to tell me what I have or what they think I am doing wrong when it comes to the boys.

So...I was mad....and yes...I went to the kitchen and ate a bowl of Snow Cream ice cream that you will NOT find listed on my food track for yesterday....why? Cause I was mad.....

Then I thought about it some more. You know what? I am the giving tree....I AM THE GIVING TREE...but I am proud of it! I am a mother, a good one whose boys love me and when I am done giving them all I can give and they leave me for their own families ....they will come back to me always....for love.

I am what I am and that's not a bad thing.

And you know what else? I lost a pound according to the scale this morning so ...HAHA!

Being Alone....

A Christmas Canine Catatrosphy!

Anyone who knows me also knows my big heart/save all dogs attitude....and my annoyance at ignorant animal owners. So...with that said I do have a dog limit.....don't I? Along with my escape artist, half pit half lab, Nugget who was a rescue at only a few months old, I also have my Ellie(Shih Tzu)and my other 100 pound Golden Retriever rescue, Tucker. Apparently there was not enough dog hair to sweep so a couple a months ago I took on a Siberian Husky rescue who had lots of issues regarding people and her trust of them. I didn't like her at first...she was crazy wild, always restless and throwing off my cuddly time with my already trained to be lazy dogs! Well...it only took two weeks before I decided I loved her unconditionally :) OK ...maybe really only a day but don't tell my family! Working with her she changed almost instantly. Give love and you get love :)
I have been plugging holes, rigging fences and lately have reduced to standing out in the fenced in back yard to let them use the bathroom and taking them right back in.... Reason being is Nugget the escape artist has been squeezing under the fence, running around but always in his 4 years with me, he returns shortly...except he has been taking my new Husky, Rowena.
Yesterday, Christmas Eve was the worst day. I let them out for 10 mins tops to return to an empty back yard. Not surprisingly Nugget returned home an hour later, this time to my shock covered in blood! I carried him to the tub and bathed him finding 7 huge tooth holes on his back and stomach. The holes are pretty deep but the bleeding stopped and although he is sore I think he will be fine. What's not fine is Rowena never returned. I can't count how many car runs I have made, even until 2am on Christmas eve, searching the area for her.
I had a dream last night....I was driving down the street on garbage day and I saw her pink collar hanging out of someones garbage can. I pulled over, grabbed the collar and proceeded to bang on the house screaming at them to tell me what they had done with my dog.
I know I can't save all dogs....I can't help but feel I have failed her....should I have gone to such links as shock collars or electric fence? The things I don't believe in could have kept her safe? Should I not have walked away from the door for 10 mins...

I can only hope that she wasn't in the fight Nugget was in and that she has walked away unscathed and is roaming hopelessly around...waiting for me to find her still. Give love and you get love....I want her back.

Can we say ouch??????

Ok so if you read my last post you would see that I bought some extremely expensive perfume during a random almost NEVER sappy episode I had. Well...what you didn't know was that you should never ...never ever...mix Opium perfume and zits!!!
Ok so...I was in the store with the tester bottle...spraying it all around and on one of those little paper sheets they provide! I was soooo into it I was wiping that little paper all over my body, which an older(really attractive :P) gentleman appreciated, and my neck ....hair...you name it! I sorta went crazy. I purchased the over priced perfume and got in the car....driving home I scratched a pimple on my face(cause i'm young and still get those from time to time) and O.M.G...it started burning like freakin fire! I thought I was gonna dieeeeeeeeeeeee. Suddenly it hit me...my fingers where coated with Opium....

P.S. Never touch owies or zits with perfume fingers :)

Go Saints :)

Well...I haven't been here(blog) for quite a while so I thought I would share New Orleans. I have been staying in New Orleans for two weeks now and I had forgotten how rottingly charming it is. I guess it's all in the eye of the beholder. Living in Mississippi only a few hours from La. I hear such horrid things about it especially since Katrina blew through. It is such a diverse dirty city with loads of beauty, quaintness and charm. I use to drive down all the time when I was young(about 22 years ago) and party in the French Quarter. Now that I have returned with mature eyes I see so much more than beer and skanky women! I revisited the French Quarter along with Downtown New Orleans this weekend and the buildings could be taken right out of a painting. The architecture structure of the French Quarter leaves me in awe. The ongoing shops and resturants filled with so many different cultures of people is amazing to be a part of. Each little building be it a bar, a hotel, a store of some sort, a hole in the wall or a resturant has it's quirks and old style structure with neat passages and turns you wouldn't expect. I love walking along further past the business part of the French Quarter and examining the houses all connected with there neat doorways and side gates with long secretive passage ways! I am in love....