Ugly Shoes

What, OH WHAT, kind of world do we live in where THIS travesty is allowed to happen to a Birk*nstock! Do we really need to deface this noble shoe with a Bed@zzler?!?!? I am just sick!

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If I'm only doing this for myself, what's the point of spellcheck?!?!?!?

Somebody LIKES frozen custard

Last night I went to visit my friend Skeeter and he was so pooped we didn't get to play at all! Okay, maybe a little. But he slept in my arms for over two hours until it was time to head home for my own bed. Ya know what? Cuddle time is really good too!

On the pottery scene, I have my first pottery "class" of the season on Wednesday and it was BLISS. I have been finding myself irritated and annoyed with some of the newer students for the past couple of terms. Nice, nice people, BUT......they spend all their time chatting because this is their only social outlet and hogging the equipment when I'm trying to WORK. Yes, they are GETTING IN MY WAY!!! So this term I asked Jerry if I could come from 2:30 to 4:30 instead of 12:30 to 2:30. Truth is, he doesn't spend any real time teaching me anymore, and if I need his input, I know where to find him and I do ask him. He was totally okay with it. In the past he has always let me stay past class time if I chose, and has in fact allowed others to stay late if I am there too. Really, he is getting a studio minder for free on the odd days that someone wants to make-up some missed class time. Win-win!

Anywho......I was working in his little studio in the middle of his property in the middle of nowhere. It's wooded, peaceful. The back door was open, a nice breeze was blowing in, the radio tuned to a soothing classical station, and the sound of the birds chirping in through the open screen......heaven. I made four pieces, two I liked, two are crap. But that's okay, I was just spending time getting reacquainted with my old friend clay.

Giggle Fest

So apparently I am HILARIOUS while spooning up pureed carrots. Even though the last time I tried to feed Skeeter-man his baby food there was an unfortunate incident involving an eye full of pears for the boy and a big crying fit for both of us, B insisted I try to feed him again last night. She claims I have to get it right sometime (ha!)

There I sit with the baby spoon of commercial baby food poised for delivery... He takes one look at my face and starts to giggle. I can't help myself, I laugh at him (because he so sooooooo dang cute when he giggles and he can get me started in an instant.) That makes him laugh harder. Which makes me laugh more, and we are off on a giggle marathon while the spoon of orange glop shakes in mid air. Eventually I got most of the food in him (or on him, whatever) but my side still hurts from all the laughing.

How can one little boy-critter be so happy so much?

Giving up the ghost, and going to the nurse...

Okay, I can't take it anymore! I'm going already! I have the afternoon off to see the kidney specialist at 3:00, so I weaseled an appointment with the NP at my doctor's office at 4:20. Hall's Plus and Vicks Formul@ 44 are helping a little, but not enough. I have this husky bar hag/smoker-esque voice that is bugging the cr@p out of me and my blood sugar has been elevated. (Probably because the OTC products have high fructose corn syrup or glucose listed as the 5th and 12th ingredients and 7th ingredient respectively.) I am also experiencing coughing until I vomit almost every morning. Bleck! Uncle! I say, uncle!!!!

On the bright side, today is Skeeter Thursday and BFF is 9 months old as of yesterday. I'm going to pick up some gyros on the way to B's. Lamb, feta, Skeeter...what more could be better!
Oh yes, Skeeter likes ponies....

Typhoid Skeeter

We are all sick. First Skeeter, then B, E, ME, and now Grandma. Raging coughs and mondo snot. I was playing with Skeeter and he juicy coughed all over my face. Bleack...... B claims I couldn't have gotten it from him then, as he was already on antibiotics, she probably passed it on to me. But all I keep thinking of is that movie "Outbreak." He is the cute little monkey and we are all goners... Ah the joys of a child in daycare and the passing around of grubby germs in the under 4 year set. (sigh...)