People out there trying to run a bitch over...

Since we moved to the new casa, I've been walking Buster on a regular basis.

Just around the block mostly.

If I go to the right when I leave the driveway, we go downhill and through a wooded area with few houses.

If I go to the left, we go uphill towards the elementary school and around a block with lots of houses.

Tonight we went uphill.

MISTAKE!

It was around 7:00 p.m. and in the time it took to go around that densely populated block, no fewer than 8 vehicles passed me.

Going fast.

A few times, I had to get off the street and up in someone's yard to avoid being hit by some asshole going 45 miles an hour on a residential street.

What I want to know is: why were all these people even out at 7:30 in the evening on a weeknight?

Shouldn't they all be at home having dinner with their families?

Helping their kids do homework?

Wrapping presents?

Baking cookies?

Trying not to run my ass over?

I already know not to walk Buster between the hours of 7:30 a.m. to 8:30 a.m. and 2:30 p.m. to 3:30 p.m.

Why?

Because of the aforementioned elementary school.

It's a block and a half up the street from me.

Every morning and afternoon my street turns into Hell's version of the Talledega Superspeedway.

Every yuppie mom in Hell comes racing past my house in her massive SUV...hurrying to be on time to pick up little Chutney Suzanne or Hunter Trey...they can't be late to their dance/gymnastics/scoccer/basketball/target practice lesson.

I swear I've thought about standing out at my curb some morning or afternoon with a sign that says:

Slow the fu*k down!

People might want to walk their dogs!

The only thing that's stopped me is that I don't want to go to jail.

I know too many people there.

DNA testing, remember?

Raise your hand if you're hot

All right. You can all put them down now.
I mean temperature-wise....not how you look.

My ass is hot all the damn time these days.

And I mean temperature-wise.

Not how I look.

It's 5:30 in the morning right now.

I've been awake since 3:30.

Why?

Too hot to sleep.

Even while wearing summer pajamas and with a fan running.

.....and don't even get me started on how many times I've said to Sweet Man: "is it hot in here or is it just me?"

Y'all know what the answer is.

Just how hot do I get?

Try so hot that I wore capri yoga pants, a short-sleeved t-shirt and flip-flops to deliver the cream cheese brownies the other day.

So hot that when I walked Buster at 7:30 the other night I was wearing capris, a t-shirt and flip-flops.

And it was 60 degrees outside.

So hot that I'll be sitting watching t.v. or blogging and all of a sudden my face feels like it's on fire......

No....wait!

That's a hotflash.

Totally different kind of hot.

G*d damn menopause.......

It's a good thing I was genetically blessed and don't look too terribly old for being 10 days away from my 50th birthday, or I'd be really PISSED!!!!

What do you get when you cross a pickle with a reindeer?

BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!

*Around-the-world-and-back-Santa-snaps to Kay-Kay for another fabulous forward!

Remember those recipes I asked for?

Thank you all so much for sending them,
but I decided to take the easy way out
because I'm lazy like that.

Instead, I made what I knew would turn out well....

Cream Cheese Brownies

(This recipe is the original copy that a friend
gave me over 20 years ago.

See how lazy I am?

I haven't even re-copied it.)

Prepping.....

the brownie mixture
awaiting the cream cheese layer....

The best part...
the cream cheese mixture

(yum!!!!!!)

cream cheese layered on top of brownie mixture

in the oven....

loving close-up of frosted finished product...
(don't they look gooooooood?!?!?)

lined up on trays.....

~and~

wrapped and ready to go.

~Meanwhile.....
Buster was so exhausted by my frenzy of activity,
that he fell sleep upside down while I worked.

Hollywood Swingers

Did anybody watch the "Nip/Tuck" season finale?

Those writers are some sick muthafu*kers.

Damn I love that show....

If I'm not around much...

It's because my Christmas slash birthday present came early.

Pardon me while I teach myself how to use all the options it has.

Media Center tutorials~here I come!





















p.s. Thank you Jesus for the widescreen~y'all know I can't see for shit!

The youngest one there.....

I should has suspected something when Sweet Man said we were meeting at the restaurant for dinner at 5:00 p.m........

Sweet Man and I went to an anniversary dinner Saturday night for one of his best golf buddies and his wife.

It was their 45th anniversary.

Considering they were both 16 when they got married.....they're not that old. Relatively speaking....

We get to the large back booth where the party had been seated, and it looked like a scene from the movie 'Cocoon'.

Everyone....men and women alike~had gray or white hair. Well....the men who still had hair.










And the women! Serious polyester, granny hair, granny glasses....I'm talking Hallmark granny, y'all! Not the cool grandmothers you see on tv these days.











I was really shocked. I knew these people had older friends, but this old?!?!?

One couple there had been married 48 years.

Another couple had been married for 40 years and had 7 children, 17 grandchildren and 5 great-grandchildren.

The oldest lady there was married on December 7, 1941.

Pearl Harbor Day.

She was nineteen years old at the time.

I'm going to be 50 in a couple of weeks and for the first time in a long time.....I felt really young.