Mommy? I think the cat is laughing at me!

 

                             

Poor little Chance...I'm so sorry, but yes, I think the cat is laughing at you!

                                          

This is Chance before:

                                                 

                                                                   Just a mess!

So...today he had to go to the groomer.  Because he was such a mess, all tangles, thick undercoat and matted up (not to mention the turkey poop smell!)...this is what he looks like now:

                                     

                       He was fluffy and fat...now he's just skinny with a big head. 

Oh well...bless his heart it'll grow back soon! 

Later,

Debbie

Seriously?

Okay...sometimes I shop online for clothes.  I'm a tad overweight so sometimes I look at plus sized clothing.  But really...who designs these?  Just because I'm a "big girl", do the designers think I'm  also blind?...or maybe they think I don't own mirrors?  Do they think bigger people need uglier clothing to hide in?  Take a look at some of the things I've seen lately:

 

                                             

                 Shirred, drawstring waist - $90.  I'm not blind or stupid!

This is not Gone With The Wind and I'm not Scarlett wearing my drapes!

                               

                                                

                     So...since when does plus size and skinny jeans go together?

                                                 

                                                 

                                          Really?  Seriously?  Is this the future?

 

All right...yes, I know I'm grouchy, mean, hateful and hard to get along with.  And I realize my blog reflects my mood.  Sorry.  I am trying to get out of this...this...this whatever it is!  It has been 29 days since I've quit smoking.  I don't and haven't really had any cravings for them.  But my mood is terrible.  Is this me?  The true me?  Have I really always been a mean and bitchy woman behind that cigarette?  If so...I'd rather smoke...'cause I can't even stand myself.  And I'm tired of people saying "You've got to make yourself get out of that mood...nobody can do it but you".

(I wrote this yesterday and started not to post it, but decided I needed to.  Today, I'm starting a diet and I ran this morning...I'm going to "make myself" do it!  **If I read this again, I may delete it...so if you read it and then find it's not here...that's what happened!)

Later,

Debbie

Are you ready to Party!

Well...ummm yeah.  3 middle-aged broads don't par-tay! 

But we do lunch!

March 17th was Bonnie's birthday! 

Here's a picture of the old bags:

                                 

I really did take pictures of us...well, okay...them!  But they both looked stoned!  (And I promise...we weren't!)  So...like the good friend that I am...I promised not to publish the pictures!  And they promised not to beat me up!

I didn't get a picture of what Tina got for Bonnie (for some reason I forget I have a camera!), but I did take pictures of what I got/made for her:

                      

And....

                                         Happy 24th

        Birthday, William!

                                 

That's all I got!

Later,

Debbie

R.I.P.

Sorry I've been away so long, but I've had a really good reason.

You see, I lost a friend.  We had a really close relationship.  Heck...we'd known each other since high school...about 35 years.  My friend was always there for me.  During high school break-ups, when my first marriage went downhill...my friend was there.  Anytime I was depressed, angry, or sad,  we'd get together, spend a little quality time and all was good.  My friend never asked me to do anything I didn't want to, never yelled at me, in fact...never asked anything of me at all.  Don't get me wrong, my friend was there for the good times, too!  When I was young and dumb...living in New Orleans...we'd go out partying together!  My friend was at my wedding and when both my children were born.  My friend always had time for me and was always by my side...through thick or thin.

But,  sadly as  friendships go, we've recently had a love/hate relationship and things were strained between us.

But...Hallelujah and Praise the Lord...that friend has kicked the bucket!  Met an untimely death!  Bit the dust!  Bought the farm!  Is pushing up daisies!

If you're still reading this, I'm sure you're either feeling really sorry for me or wondering what kind of crack I'm smoking!  Truth is... once again I've quit smoking.  Yeah...yeah...I know...you've heard it all before.  When I've tried before.  When I've done it before.  When I've just never been very successful.  (A recent survey says most ex-smokers try at least 14 times before success.)  But...this time is different (I hope!)

But, that's not the only reason I haven't written lately...the awful truth is:

If you look up cranky, witchy, mean, hateful, or grouchy in the dictionary...you'd have found my picture.  I've been so ill and cranky, I haven't even been able to stand myself!  Seriously!  I haven't wanted to be around people and people haven't wanted to be near me.  I've had road rage, standing in line rage, and stupid people at Wal-mart rage!  Not good!  So...I've stayed home, yelled at the dog, the cat, and the turkeys, and ate Butter Pecan Ice Cream.  (And I don't even like ice cream!)

I think I'm better now, though.

My nicotine cravings are fewer and farther between,  and the moods are better (somewhat!). 

So...I'll leave you with a few pictures of my "good" friends frolicking in the sunshine we've had lately!  (Oh!  BTW...it's going to be 70 degrees here Saturday and then...wait for it....a possibility of SNOW!  Are you freakin' kiddin' me???

                                    

                                   The turkeys race me to their feed bucket!

                                     

                                                                    Tag...You're it!

                                     

                                                           Play dead, Cheddar!

                                       

                                             I'm a good boy, I'm a good boy.....!

Later,

Debbie

Dear Mother Nature...

we need to have a talk  It was fun for a while, but...IT'S MARCH!  I live in  Alabama...you know...the South?  So...what's up with the snow?  Enough  already!  I can't stand it anymore!  If I wanted to live like an Eskimo, I'd move to Alaska! 

We're suppose to be seeing daffodils blooming.  Green grass peeking out.  Tuning up the lawn mower.   Planting gardens and flowers!  Not waking up to this:

                                

or this:

                                

or this:

                                 

                          Seriously?  Are you kidding me?  Snow?  Again?

So...Mother Nature..."Stop the insanity!"   It's not funny anymore!

Later,

Debbie

Been MIA awhile...

'cause nothing much is going on!

I really don't have anything to write about!  Just wanted everyone to know I'm still alive.

It's just too dreary.  Rain mixed with snow is in the forecast...YEA...we need more winter!  No, really I'm just being sarcastic.  Hopefully that will move out of here soon.  The forecast for this week-end is suppose to be 60 degrees...hope so...I have cabin fever so bad!

I haven't been in the mood to quilt, but I have done a little sewing. 

I love pajama pants to kick around in.  Now...don't get your panties twisted!  I don't wear them out in public!  The farthest I get from the house in them is to go to the mailbox!  (I was in the big box department store today and saw 3 people in their pajama pants...and they weren't even cute ones!  Flannel pink worn with a hoodie!  Purple flannel cats with a yellow sweatshirt!  U.G.L.Y!)

Anyway, I haven't been able to find any I like.  I wanted some that were baggy...wide legs...comfortable...cute...and big enough to fit my wide load!  I bought a pattern, but made one pair from it.  Too small, no wide legs!  So, this is what I've come up with (without a pattern!). 

                                                 

They have elastic at the top, really wide legs, and are cute enough to wear around the house and not have to run for cover if the pest csontrol man comes to the door!

So...that's my boring life...and now you know more about my pajama pants than you ever wanted to!  Hope you're all having a better week than I!

Oh...my mother said to let you all know she appreciated your well wishes, came through the surgery fine and is doing better!

Later,

Debbie