Mmmmm….Lazy day…

It’s raining which is such a wonderful thing here in the Black Hills where our wildfire danger has been through the roof….

I love rain….

When I don’t have to drive/shop/walk anywhere/leave the house….

It’s a nice gentle rain, no lightening, no high winds, no torrential downpours.

I’m a fan…

This is the kind of day that makes me want to curl up with a book, or have a movie marathon of old beloved movies I’ve seen a kajillon times. but today it makes me want to go paint stuff and crinkle stuff, tear the edges, glue stuff to other stuff and generally make a mess in the almost completed “Room of Inspiration and Silliness” a.k.a. “Grammy and Peanut’s Crafty Room”…

I’ve been “altering” things….as in Altered Art. I completely and totally blame Pinterest and Jo for this new obsession. I’m sooooooo into taking an old forgotten trinket of some kind and along with some scraps of paper, some hot glue and a bunch of Mod Podge and turning it into something totally different. I spent an hour last night rummaging through the deep dark recesses of my many jewelry boxes looking for broken necklaces, earrings with no mate, little mementos stuffed in there from 30 years ago….

I found a BUNCH of goodies in there!

So I’m thinking I’ma gonna take my cup of chicory coffee and my box of treasures and go downstairs and play after brunch….’cuz I can!

Hubs got his 50 pound chocolate cake last night….

Only 684,405,308 calories per slice...

And he played with Peanut…

And Peanut ate some peas….

She’s skeptical about the whole veggie thing…

Bubbe commented the other day about the Browned Butter Mashed Taters I mentioned having for Hubs Birthday dinner, as she did the last time I mentioned them, she wants the recipe….So here you go Bubbe:

Grammy’s Browned Butter Mashed Taters

  • Boil some taters
  • Instead of just adding BUTTER (not margarine) when the taters are done, melt it in a little sauce pan and let it cook til the little milkfat solids start to brown.
  • Pour the butter into a big bowl with the taters
  • Add some half & half
  • Throw some salt and pepper in there.
  • Mash like hell!

That’s truly all there is to it! It’s just regular old mashed potatoes that I brown the butter for, that’s the only difference!

We all ate til our tummies were nearly bursting, and THEN HAD CAKE! And these lovely little  cheesecake filled strawberries that Peanut’s Mommy made…

Oh! Forgot to tell y’all that Miss Avery Michele Peanut Butter Baby is rolling over now!

She does not listen when I plead with her to stop growing so fast….

She’s stubborn like that…

She gets it from her Mommy….

Enjoy your Sunday!


My Heart…

I haven’t done a “Thankful Sunday” post in a while. Not that I haven’t been thankful for anything….just a bi-product of slowing down on posting in general.

Here’s today’s tribute to things I cherish…

The little eyes I want to show the world to...

See that tiny little finger? That's me, wrapped around it...

‘Nuff said….

Happy Sunday, be thankful….


It’s a friggin miracle y’all…

I have nothing snarky to say today! It’s like, wtf is up with that?? ‘Course it is only 6:30 in the morning so it’s entirely possible my snark will develop as the day progresses….

Yesterday Hubs and I, being the responsible pet owners we are, took the mutts to the Groomers. OK, it’s not so much that we’re responsible as lazy. Do you have any idea how much time it takes to brush out a Golden Retriever?? The birthing process takes less time….plus bending over the tub to scrub both dogs is not my idea of a good time, although in their whole lives this is only the second time we’ve taken them somewhere to have it done. Mostly cuz I’m cheap, aka broke….but that’s not the only reason…

Our dogs are spastic. That’s a fact. Because the reality is we’ve loved them and spoiled them and let them do pretty much whatever they’ve wanted their entire lives and never really took the time to work on that whole obedience training thing. So you put them on a leash and they promptly run around you in opposite directions effectively hog tieing you. And in the car they behave like two year olds on crack….have you ever heard a Pug breath when they get excited?? Darth Vader on crack. Which explains why we don’t take road trips with them….

Where we going Mom??? Huh? Huh? Huh???

 The only other time we’ve tried having them professionally groomed was a complete joke. The folks at PetSmart pronounced the Golden “vicious”. Because apparently he vehemently protested being shoved into a kennel.  (again, we’re not so much with the training thing). But now we’ve found a place that actually listens to the pet owners and gives a crap about the dogs and put our beloved pain in the arse in a room as opposed to a kennel. Thank you “The Brass Hydrant”!

Can we get out now???? We want to hog tie you and watch you fall down, cuz that's fun for us....


 Now they smell better, they feel all nice and soft and loose hair doesn’t fly up your nose when you pet them. Yay!

Because that wasn’t eventful enough for one day, I also decided I’m Martha effin’ Stewart and that crocheting a tiny little stuffed animal menagerie was totally doable….I ripped out the first round about 74 times before I finally figured it out. Go me….

See? Piece of cake, I have an hour to kill....


I’m completely confident I’ll have them finished by the time Avery graduates from college….

This looks like an elephant right??? 6 hours and this is what I have to friggin' show for it.....ugh.

 Enjoy your day! I’ll be here, crochet hook in hand, going blind and cheerfully losing my mind.


Thank you little Baby Jesus…

Did ya miss me??

Hubs surgery on Friday went well, got him home, made him as comfy as possible and proceeded to dole out his pain meds at the precise moment they were due to be taken. Turns out he has a low tolerance for Vicodin which is weird ‘cuz that’s the VA’s drug of choice so he’s had it every time he’s had surgery….His intructions were to take 1-2 every 6 hours. If he takes 1, no side effects but also some lingering pain. If he takes 2 he gets nauseous, the shakes, chills and the creepy-crawly itches like a crack-head. Not good.

Friday night we got this much sleep:




*more crickets*


So yesterday was uber fun. Plus he took a shower which is usually a good thing except when he has a leg that he can’t put any weight on and we have a stupid tub shower so I have to support the weight of my 250 lb Man while he hops over the tub wall and into the shower….

And then I cured him by making chocolate chip cookies with pistachios. He ate about 17 of them throughout the day and when we went to bed around 11 last night he slept. All night! Which means I slept all night!

Yay me!

My friggin cookies are magical y’all!

He tells me this morning he feels like a new man!

So this is me today!

 Have a fabulous Sunday Peeps! And THANK YOU for the well wishes, happy thoughts and get well ju-ju! Y’all rock!


Sometimes a little cooperation is necessary…

Sometimes you get it, sometimes not so much!

Case in point:

The butterfly baby photoshoot….

Being on her tummy is not Miss Avery’s favorite thing…

If I wiggle and bury my face in the sheet Grammy might put my clothes back on me…

Or not….

However, if I pee on her I betcha this game will be over…

My Granddaughter is a genius…

Happy Sunday, Hope your shirt stays drier than mine did!