I Am King

Not of the blog world, obviously. I have been very naughty and let life and troubles distract me from this great venue. (Get well soon Mom)

I am in the mood again- hip, hip hooray!!

Now back to business. I read that some men are trying to snipe post-partum depression. I am not going to dis true mental illness*, but come on!!!! If you didn't just get over being pregnant, with accompanied hormonal changes, for 10 months and then top it off with a natural birth, medicated birth and/or surgical birth, just after which you started or feel guilty for not having started, breast feeding, then you DO NOT get to claim you are seriously depressed after birth. Now the mother of your child has to deal with your whiny ass too?? Get over yourself, change a diaper, settle your baby and deal with it. I hope these men don't try to take our menopausal martyrdom away, oops they already did. What does that leave us? Menstruation I guess. Oh that's right- men can have "mood cycles" too. Enough already. I hope they keep jock itch and roid rage to themselves.....

I have discovered that there is no such thing as "I pee peed my bed just a little." At least not in my house. I have also discovered that you can wake up, weigh yourself, go to the toilet and weigh yourself again and you can be a pound heavier. I won't watch the debates for the same reason I didn't like watching Siskel & Ebert~ can't stand people arguing. But, at the same time, I discovered some things are worth arguing for, like defending your own family from people with a misguided and wicked agenda.

And I learned that my mother, who will loose her hair any day now from chemo, ordered a head tattoo kit that came with a bunch of temporary tattoos for her head. She got three of the following design:

"I am King"

She is going to use them.

* Tom Cruise~ please honey, get yourself some medication before it is too late.

I Love Spring

It is a time for change and new beginnings.

Around here- this is the evidence of spring:
Dogs get frisky and wrestle more. Can you spot all three? Old Lady even gets off her bed when the sun is shining.

The mud kitchen and bath is open. No wonder I can't find any of my utensils.





The boat and the model 2000 Cozy Coupe have come out of storage. Of all the made in China crap we have gotten the kids- this little car has been the most used and loved. She is on kid#3 and other than a missing gas cap- she is looking pretty good.



The hummingbird feeder is still up and running. Waiting for hummingbirds to arrive. Dear son may still be poaching. Major has his tongue out for some reason. He may be poaching too.



Since the winter wind storms took care of our canopy and umbrella, dear husband is hoping this camping canopy is going to fly. It ain't gonna.
Update: we just had a little wind and blue canopy is down. I said canopy down. I stand corrected- it is going to fly. Looks like we will be shopping. Poor dear husband just dragged the remains off. What is the deal? Need wind-proof canopy.

The "Shacuzzi" is open. Pool still polar bear cold.



But the hills are green...


I put away all the winter coats and now we just have the spring coats in the appropriately named mud room. Aren't you happy for me? A completely organized less cluttered usable mud room.



And I have opened my bathing suit drawer. Slowly.....Looked in. Do any of them still fit? No pictures. You all are safe. Besides, my legs are currently a science-fiction shade of pale.

Wishing everyone a Happy Spring and beyond!

My Chemo Roses- we planted this rosebush two years ago the day I finished chemo