Got Boobs?

It's vacation week and for me that means catching up on doctors appointments.  Yesterday I was able to get in to have my annual mammogram.  While some women dread doing this every year and/or avoid it like the plague, for me, it's no big deal.  I nursed four kids and that could have something to do with the fact that I don't care who sees or handles the girls (not to worry dear husband...I mean this in the maternal and medical sense, only).  In addition, being pressed between cold, hard plates just doesn't hurt me like it may some woman.  I'm not sure if this is because I happen to be somewhat small chested.  Okay, stop laughing sisters of mine, I am extremely small chested, or as one of my sisters described me, pre-pubescent.  Whatever!  I had nice boobies three times in my life and have pictures to prove it.  No need to scroll down though, folks, I didn't put them on the blog.

I was able to read one excellent article in Time magazine before I was called back to have the boobies squished.  The technician started off very friendly and pleasant, chatting about the holidays, and then it took a turn for the worst!  I was disrobing and grabbing the bar, following all her rules of  not breathing and not moving, etc...when she exclaimed, "wow, your boobs are even smaller than they were last year"!  OMG! Oh no she di'int!  Okay..the truth is she commented on the fact that I lost some weight in the last year and obviously some of it came out of the breasts.  Rats!  Why is it when we lose weight we can't decide where we'd like it to come off of?  Anyway, she got her damn pictures and I left there feeling deflated.  Ha!  DEFLATED!
 
After leaving the clinic I decided the best course of action was retail therapy which included a trip to Victoria's Secret.  Then I surfed the net later in the day and came across a cartoon that made me feel smug and so much better!

But I couldn't just leave well enough alone..more surfing and I also came across this cartoon.  Rats!

And I lied! Here is a great picture of me with FABULOUS breasts! 

So get 'em squished girls..they are all "fabby" even if they are flabby!

Merry Christmas Rusty!

OMG, OMG...is that really for me?

Yup, yup...it's Christmas!  Yayyyy

Love at first sight with the Santa Loofa!

Even while I chew on my rawhide I will keep my new BFF close.

OMG, another gift just for me?

A rubber cheeseburger!  It just doesn't get any better!!

Napping with all my Christmas gifts.  Oh Rusty, Merry Christmas.

Birdwatching

I will confess. I am a geek. I enjoy birdwatching.  I really, really enjoy it. It is an awesome hobby.

I love to identify all different kinds of birds when I am out walking.  Even when I am driving around, I look to the skies and to the trees for different species. In addition, we have a terrific bird feeder just outside the kitchen window that attracts all kinds of beautiful birds.  We regularly have wood peckers, including Red-bellied, Hairy, Downy and Flickers.  We see Blue Jays and Cardinals, Nuthatches, Black Capped Chickadees, Grosbeaks and so many more.

Imagine my excitement when I pulled in my driveway and saw a Merlin sitting in the snow by my bird feeder.  He was magnificent.  I quickly ran into the house and pulled out my camera to get a picture.

 Unfortunately there was a good reason he was sitting just under my bird feeder.

The bird watching geek in me actually spent some time inspecting the carnage to try and determine what kind of bird ended up to be this falcon's "lunch".

I may need a new hobby!

Very Superstitious

Pajamas on inside out.  

Ice cubes down the toilets.  

Spoons under the pillows. 

Stud Boy, Darling Daughter, Thing One and Thing Two are all sleeping with spoons under their pillows and their pajamas on inside out.  Darling Daughter was sure to flush an ice cube, or two or three, down the toilet.  

The kids are very hopeful there will be a snow day tomorrow. 

Ha!  No way.  

The plows are prepared and the schools are saving their "snow days" for some real snow!  

These antics are for naught. 

But it is rather funny to see a 17 year old senior wearing his pj's inside out!

Torture

They call it an Elizabethan collar, I call it torture!  My people might as well run the vacuum cleaner during a lightening storm, as those frightening activities don't even compare to this awful contraption. 

I cannot walk through a doorway without ricocheting off walls.
I feel like such a dork. 

Not only that, they keep shoving pills down my throat that make me dizzy and sleepy.  No wonder I keep running into furniture.
The raging headache is from that, not the pills.   

And I see them all snickering at me! 

Geesh...I promise I won't lick at my boo boo! 

Furthermore, if this group of humans, who all claim they adore me, dress up next Halloween with lampshades on their heads, I am hitching a ride to Lollypop Farm!