Happy New Year!

I know it hasn't been 2000 for 6 years now.

Work with me, people!

I just liked everything about the illustration.

So what if the year is wrong!


O.k.! O.k.!

Here's another one for those of you who are picky
about little things like the year being correct!
....and I do wish nothing but "fun ahead" for all of you!

It's my birthday~The Finale

My daughters surprised me with tickets to Corteo. I was beyond thrilled since I've always loved Cirque du Soleil, but thought I'd only get to see a show if I was ever in Vegas. I had no idea a touring company show was in Atlanta.

Here are some pictures from the evening and also a video of my favorite act from the show.

It's my favorite, but there wasn't one thing about the entire experience that I wasn't happy with....it was all fabulous!

...and my daughters?

They're fabulous too!

Thanks again, girls, for making my 50th birthday so spectacular!

checking out the souvenirs before the show

some of the awesome and awesomely overpriced souvenirs
(that statuette is $650.00!!!)

tower of masks and puppets for sale

me and my sweet hubby

a better version of the chandeliers act

It's my birthday~Part 2

Apparently our various groups of friends got the memo about it
being my 50th birthday.....

At R's annual Christmas Party/Dirty Santa/Jumbalaya/Cookout
that was held tonight,
they also suprised me with a cake and assorted gifties.

J presenting me with the cake she decorated especially for me.

Notice the "birthday scepter" she's holding.

I love it....it has bells and sparkly stuff!

Close-up of birthday cake.
Do you think J was trying to get the point across that I'm gonna be
....oh....I don't know....
50?!?!?

This is the kind of gift you get when you bitch about hot flashes.

R had four Christmas trees in her house.

This one was all cats, and while I'm not a "cat person"
I thought it was pretty cool.

My Dirty Santa gift.
I think Sunshine needs to put this on a t-shirt!

Ok.

I'm tired from all this celebrating and it's not even my birthday yet.

I'm going to bed.

p.s. I'm spoiled as hell and I know it.

Don't hate me.

BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!

It's my birthday~Part 1

Weeza arranged a small birthday luncheon for me today
at my favorite little restaurant here in Hell.

It was so sweet of my friends to take time out of their busy work and
holiday schedules to come have lunch with me!

Of course, presents are always nice too. ;-)

Here are some pictures from today.

Me with one of two Yankee Candles I received.
I love me some Yankee Candles!

Isn't this just precious?!?
I'd never seen one quite like this before.

decorations for my Crocs...
the one on the right is a crown, of course!

Can you tell from this picture that I love picture frames?
I also received a huge matching candle stick
that is so heavy it can double as a weapon!

The group.....
I love my friends!

Maid in Hell

I LOVE my new casa.

Really.

So does Sweet Man.

We both revel in how spacious it is....how airy....how bright and shiny and new .....the three full baths..... the huge walk-in shower with the dual shower heads and the glass block window.....the fact that you can go to the bathroom and no one else in the house has to know.....the wet bar, the granite counter tops, the hardwood floors, the 5 sets of French doors, the fire pit, the decks, the covered patio.....

All that.

Do we love cleaning it?

Not so much.

Suzy Q warned me that I'd get tired of cleaning a house that is almost 1000 square fit bigger than the original casa de Pissy.

She was right.

I love decorating it, shopping for just the right things for it, making it look just the way I want it to look....

You know.

All the fun stuff.

I may have to go back to work so I can afford a maid.

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!!!!