Monday Mantra

You only grow when you are alone.
Paul Newman

I Didnt Mean To!

I'm sorry Mom!
What happened? What's the big deal?

Millie sucks at grooming. Its not her fault. She was bonded to Haven late in life and is quite clumsy and over zealous about kissing him. He loves it no matter what. She got a bit carried away and licked him raw around the eye. First we tried vasoline, Millie thought that was yummy, then we put on a dab of Haven's prescription Silvadene cream. She found that tasty too. This evening I put butt paste on it. Millie does NOT find that delicious and is leaving it alone for now. "sigh" .....these buns.

Monday Mantra

“A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.”

Oscar Wilde

Grandma says you have "no patience" Mom.

Okay so I am slightly opinionated, occasionally say what I think, and once in a great while I lose my temper a tad Mojo. Yes, sometimes I say things. I am only trying to be helpful. Often times I bite my tongue, okay not often but sometimes. I was raised not to be impolite to elderly people, not to use cuss words in public or in front of little kids. I always try to stick to that but for the rest of the world??????? Well, as mom's co-worker Sean informed her last night when she just gently suggested that he move his butt because we had over 300 prostates: "you can just SUCK IT".

Here are just some examples of things I thought this week but didnt say out loud:

Sean: You can just suck it Christina!

Me: You have a Master's in Biology and thats all you can think of to say?

Old Man eye-balling two youngs girls

Me: Would you like a free prostate biopsy? We can do it right here without anesthesia.

Co-worker Chris: Why dont you talk to me anymore?

Me: Because you are suckin up oxygen someone else could use Barney.

Guy at 7-eleven that had duck heads on his antenna that had the balls to ask me if I "liked his decorations" (yes, actual heads from ducks he shot)

Me: Your mom and dad must have been first cousins.

(what I actually said to him was I thought it was disgusting and disturbing)

My neighbor looking at Dudley: That rabbit is just about the right size for my crockpot.

Me: So are your testicles.

(I didnt really have to say anything, his wife jumped all over him for saying it.)

The man who wanted to: talk with me about the bible and Jesus

Me: I would rather be struck with flesh eating bacteria. ( for the record, I would have thought the same thing if he wanted to talk about Islam, Judaism, Wicca, Hinduism, Buddhism, Satanism or any of the rest of the ism's.)

Man at dinner buffet who needed his 17th glass of soda refilled: Can get these mexicans to do anything.

Me: Why dont you take your keg of soda and wheel barrow full of ribs and taters and go shout that phrase down in Juarez you sorry sack of goo.

See Mojo, I do have some self-control. Frankly since most people dont seem to give a crap what they say, why should I worry myself about it.

By the way, Sean and I are good friends and never really get mad at each other. You will notice Mojo has a funny looking lip. Its a scar she sports from last summer when she had a completely by accident meeting with Millie. Mojo thinks she is a badass too. Millie proved to her there is always someone more badass so I guess I should watch my mouth.

Nah!

My Favorite Pic Again!

I decided to re-blog this one. It is one of my favorites.

Its Time To Come Out Of The Closet

HA! What were YOU thinking?

What An Adventure

Slash Kicked Butt!
Gettin Old Bud!

For those of you who may not know I am a concert junkie! I have loved live music since my very first concert: Rick Springfield and Corey Hart. I was fourteen and convinced I was the coolest girl EVER! Been to a lot of country bands too. Not too much of a fan of "new" country but have seen tons of shows. I am sure I have seen well over a hundred bands including BB King (my brother's favorite and I have those memories of seeing Mr.B with him forever) and taking my mom to see Pavarotti. (now that i could have passed on but it was her birthday and she loves her some Pavarotti)

I took my nephew to his very first concert. He was 10 and we saw Three Doors Down and Saliva. He was fascinated and now plays guitar and is a music junkie too. Ozzy was quite the event for him. Never been a big Ozzy fan myself. He just wasnt my scene. He still isnt but I got a kick out of watching Jake and all the people there. Slash was terrific and I enjoyed that bunches. Man did the creeps come out of the woodwork. Some good, some funny, and some had to be checked.

We stayed at a really nice place within walking distance to the show. I have a very low tolerance of BS and as Jake says......"You always have something to say". Well, sometimes. I am all for fun and have a terrible potty mouth myself but there is a time and a place. We got on the hotel shuttle because it was so cold. Our little bus was full of drunk people in their 50's who dont realize the 70's are over. This "woman" on the bus proceeded to talk in a very loud voice and announced that she had a camera stuffed into her private parts except you can guess the words she was using to describe them. After the 4th time she said it, I had enough. I asked her very politely to chill out because I had a fifteen year old with me and then I stared her husband down daring him to say something. He didnt and she apologized several times. I cant believe I had to say something. What is wrong with people? Yuck!

On the way back from the show we almost got mugged. Now that was awesome. I will not allow anything to happen to my baby boy under any circumstances and let the guy know that I was NOT THAT ONE and to go on. The hotel called security when we made it into the lobby and the guy disappeared. I was really surprised at the things that went on. We stayed at a high end hotel but they must have been offering a "trashy people" discount.

None of that really matters. We had a ball. Jake loved every second of it and crashed the second we walked into the room. I am so glad that I can share things like that with him. His daddy loved music especially jazz and blues and Jake is a little rocker. He informed me "not to worry, I will still take you to stuff like that when your old". God bless him.

I missed my babies lots. One night away and I couldnt wait to get home for bunny kisses and snorgles.

Oh, Ozzy stayed in the same hotel as us. We didnt see him but loots of people did. I thought about running up and down the halls yelling "SHARON" but I refrained. These are pics from last night.