Lazy Days of Summer

Ahhh....doesn't that conjure up images of margaritas, red skin and relaxation?  Well, that has NOT been my summer...lazy...uh NO!


We got the baby girl moved back up to college a few weeks ago.  The big girl and her fiance have finally finished the bar exam (fingers crossed...no results until October) and they're preparing to move out this weekend. 


Now I'm in the midst of planning the upcoming engagement party.  Yeah!!!  Now that they've got that pesky law school stuff behind them, we can again focus on important things like THE WEDDING. 


So....while I have been very lazy with my blogging, I have not been lazy in general. 


If I close my eyes, I can almost imagine that I'm on that beach with a drink in my hand...almost...wait, let me try a little harder....come on, concentrate....focus...deep breath....who am I kidding? 

Ch Ch Ch Chia....

So, last night, oldest daughter and I are sitting there watching the news and I hear the familiar tune, "Ch Ch Ch Chia" blaring from the TV.  I block it out as I've always done it the past, only to realize somewhere in the dark recesses of my brain that the commercial is not for the vast array of available Chia Pets....it's for....get this....an Omega 3 supplement.   What???  Well, I had to rewind it and watch the commecial to let it fully sink in that the people who are selling this

and this

and this

Okay, I have to confess, I totally missed the Chia Mr. T experience...

what rock was I living under???

and even this....

Disclaimer:  I'm not endorsing any particular political party here, but I mean, every president should be enshrined in the form of a Chia, don't you think???

Seriously....the people who have brought us Ch Ch Ch Chia Pets now want us to INGEST these seeds for our health?  How can this be?????

I'm quite sure a billion dollars have been spent on scientific research and that they're perfectly healthy and good for you (of course, I googled Chia seeds and apparently they are quite good for you...even Dr. Oz  says so...and if Dr. Oz says it, then...), but I just can't muster the courage to swallow anything that is even remotely associated with the above images and/or has a catchy jingle that goes along with it.  Sorry, just can't do it.  Maybe another brand....if it's a miracle supplement...and it'll make me 20 lbs. lighter and 20 years younger.  Heck, if it promised that, I'd even sport the green vegetation hair!  In the meantime....Ch Ch Ch Chia.....

Disclaimer: 

The opinions expressed herein represent my own....they may be crazy, but they're mine.  Also, I have not been paid for this "endorsement"...seriously. 

Funny Friday - April Fool...NOT

Seriously, there's nothing funny about this Friday.  I drowned my stinking Blackberry in barely a sip of water yesterday and I feel lost and betrayed.  I've babied that *&^$ thing for almost 2 years and it goes and gives up on me in my hour of need.  Okay, maybe a little dramatic, but it's like the egg every middle school kid carries around trying to prove that they'll someday be a responsible parent, and just when you're about to hand it in for an A+, it goes splat all over the floor.

Alas, I think today I'll make the jump to an iPhone.  An exciting prospect for any teenager with twitchy thumbs, but an aggravation for me...at least until I get it...and learn it...and download a zillion useless apps...and fall in love all over again.

Okay, now that I've vented, I feel better.  Here's a little Friday funny for you after all.

Dislcaimer:

Anyone who knows me knows that I have some perverse, uncontrollable laughing issue whenever I see someone fall....it's bad...I know...I'm evil...I can't help it.

So....remember friends...drink responsibly...or I'll laugh at you!

There, now I feel better.  Happy Stinking April Fool's Friday.

....and so the party ends....

Yep, Mardi Gras is officially over. 

I'll be working on getting some pictures posted, but right now I'm trying to get my blood sugar back to an acceptable level.  

I have officially had my fill of King Cake and every other sinful culinary temptation in the Big Easy. 

Now begins the Lenten season.  I am not Catholic, and I'm not going to get into any religious conversations here, but in light of the PIG OUT FEST I have just gone through...and if I'm being honest, this began back at Thanksgiving, so it's been quite a "Fest" this year....I am swearing off sweets until Easter!!!  I may make an exception for my birthday in a few weeks, but other than that, I'm done...finished...kaput. 

Not a morsel of chocolate shall touch

 these lips until near the end of April. 

Oh..My...Gosh....the reality just hit me...no chocolate...

this could get ugly. 

Consider yourself forewarned.

Anyway....I promise...Mardi Gras pictures coming soon. 

As soon as my sugar withdrawal lets up.....

A case of the deep south winter blahs.



This is how I feel...like something tropical, surrounded by ice.

Sorry I haven't been around much.  Apparently, I've gone into hybernation mode with this nasty cold weather.  I know you Yankees won't have much sympathy for me, whining about temps in the 50's, or even 30's, but I just can't stand it. 

If it's below 70 degrees, it's winter to me.



This at least gives me hope that spring is near.



I'm one of those freaks of nature that loves heat and humidity.  I don't even complain in August, and if you've ever experienced August in New Orleans, that's saying something, believe me.  I want my flip flops and tank tops, not boots and sweaters.  I'm sick of wearing winter clothes, sick of eating winter food, sick of having the heater on, sick of flannel sheets (okay, maybe not 'cause I do love my flannel sheets), sick of covering plants, sick of coming home from work in the dark....sick, sick, sick of winter.  And here's a disclaimer...these photos weren't even taken this winter.  It hasn't been THAT cold this winter.  These are from a few years ago, but I guess the misery of that kind of cold has seeped into my bones.  I have no hope of thawing out until April.

There, I'm finished complaining....for today.  Pity Party over.  

Now where are my gloves and scarf?

Lose weight? Now you don't have to! Pajama Jeans are here!

That's right!  I know we've all eaten our way through the holidays...and by holidays I mean beginning with Thanksgiving and going right through...well...infinity and beyond.  The endless fudge, pralines, egg nog, cookies..and if you live here in NOLA...now it's king cake season, which will lead to Easter and well.....it's all sure to make your jeans a little snug.   Well, have no fear!  Now you don't have to diet....just buy some Pajama Jeans. (and I hesitate to even include this link, hence someone mistake this for an endorsement of any kind...let's be clear...THIS IS NOT AN ENDORSEMENT!)

Is this the most riduculous thing you've ever seen?  I mean seriously, PAJAMA JEANS!  What is this world coming to?  Another step in the steep slope of American decline  "Pajamas to live in.  Jeans to sleep in"....seriously?  Have we gotten so lazy that we can't change into clothes once we wake up and want to leave the house?  No, don't answer that question.  I've been to WalMart....I see what passes for clothes these days.  And while I'm on this subject, this new phenomenon will certainly lead to quite a few good "People of WalMart" pictures....use your imagination here...imagine the endless possibilities.

I'm pretty sure Jerry Seinfeld summed this up best in his conversation with George as it related to sweatpants...the same holds true for Pajama Jeans in my humble opinion.

"Again with the sweatpants?"

"What? I'm comfortable."

"You know the message you're sending out to the world with these sweatpants? You're telling the world, 'I give up. I can't compete in normal society. I'm miserable, so I might as well be comfortable.'"

- Jerry and George, in "The Pilot"