Sassy Gay Friend - EVE

OMG, I totally love this dude. And I haven't seen this one. Hope you enjoy.

Home Owner Association

We are so very lucky to live in a development that has the ever loved HOA. If you are living in one, or working for one, you know they are the bane of society. I like to think of the dudes that work for the HOA in my own words, HORRID OPPRESSING ASSHOLES. Yeah, you read it right. I said the A word. So sue me. Or better yet, FINE me.

We moved in the beginning of February. We had a long, long spring full of snow until the end of May. Starting in March, we were getting yell letters from the HOA. "Why haven't you started your landscaping?" "You know you only have 60 days to get it in". WTF. First of all, previous owners, that you all know I love with all my heart, decided that desert scape was the way to go. How they ever got that past the HOA, is beyond me. Hubby has been digging and raking and hiring bobcat dudes to take away all the fine "rockwork" that they put in.

Oh yes, HOA's, please submit any plans for fencing to the HOA for approval. umkay, and this is because? So we did. Sent it in last week. Waited, waited, waited. Tuesday comes and we get such a lovely piece of dog crap email. "you will be accessed a $25 fine on your next bill". Holy crap people, haven't you been driving by seeing my cute hubby working his ass off trying to get this place in good enough shape to get the fence, sprinklers and sod in. Do they care? Nope. Hubby had me send off a nice email to them yesterday. I could tell he was mad, but he is so nice in his madness. They are lucky they didn't get it from.

Oh, but there is more. "Please submit a picture of what you are planning to do in the front yard". "You must have a minimum of 12 trees, and X amount of plants". Swear words are beginning to spew out of my mouth. Dudes, do you understand that you will not see nice looking landscaping around here if you PRESSURE home owners to HURRY, HURRY, HURRY.

Why in the hell haven't you "hurried" and approved our plans. Because you are holding it over our head. You know what you can do with your silly, "you must" bullshit? I have blog friends, and we could picket you. Got it!!!!!!

And because I like to shock you people, I have the following 2 pictures that I just had to share.

I find the tattoo above kind of awesome in a weird way. And the one below, OMG, your tongue. I don't understand some of you weirdo's.

Try not to let these pictures ruin your day. Just consider the source (me) and it will all make sense.

They Say It's My Birthday

I'm the big 5-3 today. Shocking, I know. Pick your jaws up off the floor. It's ok, I'm cool with it.

This picture is one of my very favorite of myself. I think I was around 2. Ah, look at that cute face. What can I tell you about the day I was born. It was a Sunday. I was born in a small town. I had an older sister and my dad was away serving a mission for the Mormon church. He was the very last missionary that they allowed to go out after they were married. Yeah, weird. I liken it as sending off your hubby to wherever they are sending the troops now. He didn't get home until I was 18 months old.

I'm honoring myself today. I'm happy with my life. I love my husband, my kids, and my grandkids. I sat outside last night with my 8 year old granddaughter and 6 year old grandson. I don't remember sitting outside with my grandma. She didn't want us to call her grandma. It made her sound "too old". I was born on her birthday. It kind of makes me sad. I would have loved having a grandma that wanted to just be silly and goofy and have a good time with me on my birthday. Nope, we always had to be primm and proper. I made a pact with me, myself and I, that I would be the kind of grandma I didn't have. At least my grandkids love to hang around me. Not as much as hanging around with their bapa, but hey, he plays harder with them than I do. They got the best of both worlds.

Now, stand up, get your boogie legs on, and dance along to this cute birthday video. It's always the song I call and sing to my kids and grandkids. Poor things. I always sing it in my worst singing voice ever, cuz that's the way I roll. :)

I'm a GoonBall

First of all, I really want to look like this. Skinny, and cute, and of course, look at the purple. Its speaks me doesn't it? I took one of those "which deadly sins are you" on FB and this is the one it said I was. hahahaha, Vanity, me. As if. But this is the hot me. Quit laughing, that's just rude.

This would be me. Except, ummmm, gray hair is colored over in a red that is awesome to go along with my fun and exciting personality. (I hear snickering, you're hurting my feel-bads).

But, alas, this post isn't about how awesomely cute I am. It's about me being a goonball. What is a goonball. You see, I'm kinda weird. And I love to throw puns around. And not be too serious, cuz thats just boring. Even tho I throw in a serious blog once in a while, to the hatred of some, you know who you are, I generally like to make people laugh, or at least smile.

Let me give you some examples of goonballiage. When I go to the gas station, I have to go to the same pump every time. When I was a church going girl, I would always have to sit in the same pew. When I go to the bank for work, I have to go to the same teller. And if they try to sic a new person on me, I just am not a happy camper. And if one of my favorite tellers leaves for another job, trouble, I tell ya. I actually told one of the girls the other day, she was never allowed to leave. OMG, I just realized something. I'm not a goonball, I have a little bit of OCD going. Dazee, are you afraid of change? hmmmm, must be. And all because I stopped to get gas this morning.

I'll stick with the goonball adage. Watch out for me. I'm a wild and crazy girl!!!! (I know you just heard Steve Martins voice, don't lie, I can see it on your face)