This is what happens when you leave a baby, the dog and the grandmother alone for a while. I was holding the camera and the Grand Fabulous Ava and running around chasing the dog. I had no idea if Ava was in the frame or not.
(I'll be uploading more videos and posting more pics from the weekend soon. In the meantime, click here for all the pictures from the weekend. Click here for all the videos.)
Presenting, the grand-fabulous-daughter Ava walking...
I've been home sick for two days. After watching everything in my DVR and all of my NetFlix movies (between naps), I was forced to watch daytime television. I'm not a television snob and, if I didn't have to work all day, I'd surely be addicted to at least three soap operas and The Price is Right.
My problem with daytime television and, more and more, the evening news, is the astonishing amount of direct to consumer advertising done my pharmaceutical companies. I can't prescribe drugs, most of the people I know can't prescribe drugs and I certainly hope that the people who can prescribe drugs aren't doing it based on an ad they saw on television, read in a magazine or heard on the radio.
The thing that disturbs me the most about pharmaceutical ads isn't the long list of worrisome side effects. I actually kind of enjoy those. The most disturbing thing for me and for everyone should be the amount of money spent on those ads which could be spent on research and development and, more importantly, lowering prices to consumers. Here are some stats:
Click here to send a letter to your congressman and click here to read a better written article by someone who isn't on meds and falling asleep every fifteen minutes.
Part 1
One morning a couple weeks ago, I moved a candle from the island in my kitchen to my dining room table which is about five paces away from the kitchen island. Later that day, when I wanted to light the candle, I couldn’t find it. I looked all over the house, in every cabinet, on every shelf. When my daughter-in-law arrived, I went to put something on my kitchen table so I could grab my grand-fabulous-daughter and, by God, there was that damn candle.
Part 2
Yesterday, I wanted to light a candle upstairs, but couldn’t remember where I had put my upstairs butane candle lighter thingy. I searched every drawer, every cabinet and couldn’t find it anywhere. I went downstairs, got my downstairs candle lighter thingy, walked back upstairs, lit the candle, went straight to a drawer in my upstairs junk closet to put the candle lighter thingy away and, by God, there was that other damn candle lighter thingy. At least, I’m consistent for, surely, there will be five or six candle lighter thingies in that drawer before the year is out.
Part 3
When my mom, sisters and I went to the casino for Mother’s Day, I changed purses to one of my little casino purses. After lunch, I reached into the teeny tiny little purse searching for my lipstick. I reached, grabbed, searched, felt around in that teeny tiny little purse and couldn’t feel the lipstick. So, I pulled everything out onto the table (brush, eye drops, sunglasses, keys, compact) and there was no lipstick. “Oh, well,” I said, “I must have forgotten to put lipstick in when I changed purses.” I then unzipped the zipper where I had so carefully put my cash and debit card and, by God, there was that damn lipstick. I had put it where I could easily find it. Of course.
I went to a casino Friday night to see Kris Kristofferson, whom I've been in love with for somewhere around 30 years. I'm sure he feels the same way about me. His words are so beautiful, I cried a couple of times. I cry at movies and Hallmark commercials, but I rarely cry at concerts. It was a beautiful experience.
I would like to give a shout out to the two idiot women who were sitting a couple of rows in front of us who kept standing up and shouting "Kris for President" and singing along with the music way too loud, way off key and way off tempo. Ladies, as hard as it might be for you to believe it, I didn't pay for a ticket to hear YOU sing. So, next concert you go to, do the folks around you a favor and shut the fuck up.
Regarding the gambling, I lost so much money gambling Mother's Day weekend ($185...that's a lot to me...this is a full disclosure blog), that I decided to waste the time I had before going into the concert by playing penny slot machines. I did so well before the concert that I hit the machines again after the concert. By the time I cashed out for the night, I had ended up winning $125. Now, I know that doesn't sound like a lot of money, but if you move a couple of decimals and pretend I was playing dollar machines, that's some good gamblin'.
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