Rocky Cat's meme

My simplified responses

Eleven random facts about me:

1. I do not really know what a meme is, nor do I care.

2. I have not seen my natural hair color since my mid-teens and I really do not remember what color of brown it was.

3. I also went to visit the military to sign up for a career, they did not seem encouraging so I forgot about the life of a foreign language specialist.

4. I am really bad at foreign languages.

5. I refused to fly for about 10 years, mostly my 20's, I was terrified.

6. Pearls and garnets are my favorite gems.

7. I own more jewelry than any one person needs and I love and wear it all.

8. I have a very high tolerance for pain.

9. I have a very low tolerance for stupid.

10. I will read anything if I bored enough.

11. I really do not like most children.

Bonus 12. I do not know how to link to other Blogs.

Questions to Answer

1. What is one thing you failed at? So far getting a degree.

2. What is your favorite season? Autumn, I actually reminisce about wool skirts.

3. Do you ever wish you were someone else? No, that is creepy.

4. Is one of your children your favorite? Nope, only have one so he wins by default.

5. How often do you change your sheets? Weekly these days, in the olden days twice a week.

6. If you won a hundred million dollars, what's the first thing you would do? ( Besides call a lawyer, obv.) Make sure everyone in my family has enough money to survive. Then I would buy a house down south, and one in St. Augustine on the beach. Prolly get a pool boy.

7. What is the one thing you are afraid of? If I told you I would have to be afraid of you too.

8. Do you have a family member you argue with? Not anymore.

9. Have you ever intentionally physically hurt someone? Does grabbing a head-full of hair of the person attacking you count?

10. Ever broken someone's heart? Highly doubt it. Had mine broken? You bet.

11. What do you regard as the happiest moment of your life? Right now, this moment. Or maybe the one coming next. In comparison to the worst ones it does not take a lot to make me happy. When we were married Big Daddy showed up late so that was more relief, when Punkin Head was born I was worn out and the nurses were bitches.

I can't keep this going, it is just not my nature although I love peeping into other people's lives. Please feel free to tell my your deepest darkest secrets.

Live and learn

Minton China tea cup

I forgot to show you the spring tea cup for March. I bought this for my mother when I visited England in the early 90's.

We were out and about yesterday and it was finally warm enough that I was never cold. The weatherman said it hit 50. We had errands to run.

Last:

The store brand in most cases is so close to the same as the name brand it makes no sense to spend more money for the name.  I see no difference in the Cetaphil cleanser versus the CVS brand so I opted for the CVS sinus meds when we stopped by the store. I got the extra maximum strength sinus head clearing meth making meds as I had a pain in the right side of the forehead. It is working great. I also got brand name Afrin as nothing works as well. They make it in Menthol now. I also got some Revlon Colorburst Lip Butter, the colors are fabulous and they glide on like silk. They last just about 15 minutes.

Middle:

I never used coupons because I never shopped but Big Daddy loves them. Well I got a coupon for Barnes and Noble in the email and off we went. Naturally they did not have the books we wanted. And of course we bought books because I cannot leave a bookstore without a book. On the 5 dollar book table I found Mrs. Lincoln's Dressmaker by Jennifer Chiavernini, it seems okay so far even though all her other books are about quilts (I found that odd).

First:

Boring bloodwork.

I have the menu set for Easter dinner and the kids are joining us for the festivities. BD is out shopping and then he will need to make 2 more trips. One is for the gas station Easter Lily which is mandatory, the other is for the bargain discount Easter ready made basket from the drug store for Punkin Head. It is tradition.

Adding Insult to injury

The injury is the girly Easter bow.

The insult is changing his name to Sam.

You don't change a dog's name from Sammy Dog to Sam the Man.

Blinding Sunshine

Sunrise in West BFE

All I can see is the snow.

You know we expect people up north and in other out of the way places to bitch about snow and cold this time of year. Those folks signed up for it when they agreed to live in the frozen tundra spots. Those of us south and west of Lansing expect better this time of year.

Winter is getting me down

My new orchid

Yesterday we got another inch of snow. Today I refuse to look outside.

I was going out to do a few things today. Nope. Done.

Maybe tomorrow, but today I am just done with this winter shit.

Phineas's Face

Photo of Phineas's face

I have taken a page from another Blogger's Blog and named our cars. It makes it so much more congenial to have a face to put with the name. Big Daddy's car is Phineas Ford and I drive Finola Ford. We like the Fords as they are not pretentious, just plain folks on the Freeway of Love and Eight Mile. Personally I fell out of love with the auto industry after they did me wrong back in the 2008s, and truthfully if I could do without Big Banking I would tell them to take a hike also. So the Fords are the least of the American car company evils, and in Detroit you better be driving a UAW natural born American car. The only foreign car I never got shit for driving was a Jaguar. That was a great car until you needed to fill the gasoline tank in the winter. Or unlock the doors.

Anyway, I was standing at the front window talking on the phone, a bad habit of mine, when I saw this car coming down the street and said to myself, "I wonder who that raggedy piece of shit belongs to." Well, when it pulled into my driveway I had my answer. Big Daddy gave me a funny look when I inquired as to who/whom smashed Phineas in the mouth. It is a mystery that may never be solved.  So into the shop he must go.

We finally found a movie worth finishing last night, Hope Springs with Meryl Streep and Tommy Lee Jones. It was a tad cliched but the acting was good enough I laughed out loud a few times. Magic Mike and Dark Shadows did not make it to their endings.

Busy Saturday as next week is another trip to West BFE for BD.

Speaking of Macabre

As we have discussed there is hardly anything worth watching on television and Thursdays are no exception. I was looking over the schedule and PBS had an Elvis special. How bad could a special on Elvis, on PBS be? Amazingly bad. Macabre actually.

Picture this. Someone with genius level skills lifted Elvis Presley's voice from the tapes of his music. Then this person must have contacted an old folks home in Memphis and found all the really old farts who performed with Elvis. The Jordanaires, The Stamps, The Imperials, The Sweet Inspiration for example. These groups including TCB, the original back-up band, had a concert.

There was a huge screen where Elvis in his prime was featured singing. Then his voice was matched to the pictures. Then the old farts performed live as the band, again matched up to Elvis and the moving picture screen. There was one part in the "Aloha from Hawaii" section where the band is introduced and first the guys on tape are acknowledged and then the old fart counterpart takes a bow. The only person missing was Kathy Westmoreland and I don't know if she had some sense this was a bad idea or she was dead.

This was a horrible train wreck to watch before going to bed. I am ever so grateful not to have had nighmares.