Crazy and Hormonal

My dog "Breesy".. named after Drew Brees because I live with all men and we have to name HER after a football player because the men have to have a tough name for their dog...sorry I got side tracked...she has been acting funny for a week now.

She has been scratching up all of her bedding, whining all the time, she won't eat and she stands at her toy basket all the time.

So I start thinking, maybe she is pregnant.

  When she was in heat we had her penned up and our enormous other bulldog dug a hole to China and got to her.  But it was late in her cycle and we really didn't think she was.

She has no belly at all....

But I went and got her a big box the other day and she took a doll, a squeaky toy and a pacifier into the box and licked and licked on them.

She would go outside to the bathroom and then run back to her box.

She would growl at the cats when they peeked into the box.

So I took her to the vet........she is not pregnant.

False pregnancy.....who knew?

Of course my friends say that it does not surprise them at all since she is MY dog.

What does that mean?.....:)

She has left her "babies" now and is back to normal.

The only other female in my whole household and she is crazy and hormonal just like me.

Girl power....;)

Why I Can't Paint My Living Room

I'm frozen, can't move, can't go in any direction.

No...I don't live in the Northeast...I'm having decorating issues.

I want to paint my living room but......

We are planning on knocking down a wall soon and when we remove that wall then we will need to put down new floors and then since my living room and kitchen will flow together my kitchen will need painting also and if we are going to do all that then I may as well build the bookcases and window seat that I've always wanted and I want the wall that the television will hang on to be covered in old pallet wood and once I paint,  a greige color, I think, then I will need all new furniture and frankly we can't afford to do all of this so (deep breath)  maybe I should wait and not paint at all?

Because it seems like if I start this project...at all....then I will open a can of worms.

You get it.....right?

But as you see...I really need to paint...this room is dark!

I drew a line and the arrow on the wall that we want to take down. 

My kitchen/breakfast area is on the other side.

I still could go ahead and paint but truly will that mustard yellow couch not look awful if I paint a grey color or really a greige color on the wall?

And I can't get new furniture yet (and I don't want to do slipcovers) because college kid has one more year but I'm about to go nuts to change things around here.

It's been a long time coming.....maybe the answer is to quit reading blogs and stay off of Pinterest...:)

If my house were only a salad.

What do you mean?

There is a precise way to eat your salad.

You get your Southwest McDonalds salad with grilled chicken and carefully take the top off the container.

Then you take out the hard, white lettuce, the yucky purple lettuce, and any carrots that may be too thick.

This is what was taken out of the salad.

And then you carefully cut your chicken into perfect bite sized pieces and your lettuce also.

Then you pour your dressing evenly over the entire salad.

Stir, so your corn and beans won't all be on the bottom.

And what's left?

The perfect bite!

And that, my friends, is why I can't paint my living room.

A Song For You..

Here's a little song for you......

Do your boobs hang low

Do they wobble to and fro

Can you tie em in a knot

Can you tie em in a bow

Can you throw em over your shoulder

Like a continental soldier

Do your booobs hang low?

Now....go put on a bra....:))))

Go Run...

Ah...yes...it's a dream of mine.

To be a runner.

To say things like, "time for my run"

or, "I'm only going to run 6 miles today"

or for someone else to say, "I saw you running today"

You see I was not predestined to run.

My maiden name is Walker....for reals.

Of course if our last names really had something to do with what we do, mine would be

Lisa Sitter

Lisa Eater

or

Lisa Talker.

But I still dream of one day popping out of bed and putting on my running shoes and out the door I'll go...running miles and miles with a smile on my face.

So I guess that's why when my Mom and I went shopping the other day I bought these.

Did I choose them because they were the best brand, had great arch support, and cushioned soles?

Pssshh....no.....I got them because they said Go run.

And I got these cool socks to go with them.

Now before you think I was looking pretty sharp before my run  walk I also was wearing this.

Unfortunately that's how I roll.  

Not completely put together.....not neat....sorry Mom.

I needed something with a pocket so I could take my phone so I cut the sleeves out an old jacket.

Who does that?

Me.

Could I have cut it any more ragged?

But anyway off I went on my walk.

Well, after the first mile I was dying.

If this was a game show I would have used my "phone a friend" survival option.

But it was not...so I trudged on....barefoot, uphill, in the snow......nah...just kidding...it just felt like that.

The shoes seemed to scuff the road a lot but that could have just been me...not picking my feet up enough.

At least I had pretty scenery along the way.

The verdict is not in on the shoes.....my arches were killing me but that again could have been because I haven't walked in a long time.

There's still hope on me becoming a runner.  

If I work really, really hard and walk every single day.......2019 is looking promising...:)

Mommy And Me Day......

I am 48?...

let me see.....I was born in 64 and it's 2013...

subtract and you get 49 but my birthday is in Aug. so yeah....48. 

 I have to do that every...single....time.

 Why can't I remember?

  Any way my mom is in her seventies and can't see well, so I drive her to most of the places that she wants to go.

Today we are going clothes shopping out of town.

I love when we can spend time together and since it's at least an hours drive away we get a lot of talking done.

But no matter how old we get things are just like when I was a child.

My mom loves for someone to be "neat"......and I.....am....not.

The last time we went I was wearing all black to try and disguise that I wasn't very "neat."

She got in the car and was staring at me (because she can't see well) and I nervously laughed and said I'm not wearing much color today...heehee.

She said "No, you sure aren't."....no laugh.

My sister and I think this is very funny because she (my sister) is not very neat also.

My moms hairdresser is named "Lisa" also and my mom talks about how "neat" she is all the time.

My sister and I laugh and call her "neat" Lisa and I am "not neat" Lisa.

Anyway I've got to get off this computer and get ready.....I've got to find something "neat" to wear...:)

Oh how I love my mom...:)))))

Be Still..........

BE STILL AND KNOW THAT I AM GOD

PSALM 46:10

Working on it!

Working on organizing in my kitchen.....

Break time!....

Isn't he cute? He's right outside my french doors to the left of my computer.....

Back to work!