It's All For You, Enjoy.

Dominica, of Faces and Places of Antwerp, has graciously given me the Splash award. Thank you so much Domi! I thought I would combine it with an award passed on from Deanna, of Dooder City. Thank you Dooder!
My version is:
Awarding 7 people, including links that take you straight to one of my favorite posts that they've done.
And posting 7 random photos, that appeal to me for whatever reason, from my blog.


1. Dr. Zibbs, of That Blue Yak, because not only are his posts funny, his comment section is hilarious.

2. Kate, of A World So Small, because her sense of humor is edgy in spite of the fact that she's very much a lady. She is also MIA lately, and I wish she would come back to us.

3. Drollgirl, for her thought inspiring pictorials. I love her taste in art.

4. Moannie, of The View from This End, for her beautiful writing style and wonderful illustrations.

5. Vic, of What Were You Thinking?, because she makes me laugh so hard that milk comes out of my nose.

6. Miss Yvonne, of Yo Mama's Blog, because her posts are so funny, that I will go back and re-read them.

7. Pru, of Prunella de Ville, because she makes me want to be funnier. Her honesty combined with humor is a killer duo. She is also MIA lately.

Be sure to click on their links if you have a minute, it's fast, and you're guaranteed a good time.

Happy Birthday Babyzilla

I will never take for granted my beautiful little grand daughter. She was born two months early, taken from the womb because she was dying inside her mother. Her intestines were not attached and she was filling up with fluid. Over the course of the next year she lived mostly at the hospital, hanging by a thread. She had 5 surgeries, to my recollection. Her mother rarely left her side, sleeping on a cot in the hospital. When she was home, she still had a bag for poo that my daughter had to change, and she had a feeding tube inserted into her chest. It's been a long road to recovery. Where the bag was, is now a long scar across her tummy. Where the feeding tube went into her chest, is a little "dimple". We still have to be very careful about what she eats and drinks, but she is healthy and active. Today is her 3rd birthday. It was a good day.

Walking on the Thin Ice of a Dusky Dawn

Usually we hang out at the park, on good days, or chill at the house when the weather's crappy. Last night we got to go see Disney on Ice, it was great!
It was good to get out of Dodge City and see something new.
In case you haven't noticed, my blog has morphed from a fun, witty, fashion page, into a daily photo shoot with Babyzilla. I hope to find a balance between the two, but in the meantime, them's the breaks, babycakes.
I will just take one moment here to inform my loyal bloggy chums that I do still try to read your posts, but can't always comment. The reason for this is that Cute Hubby is the Computer Commando as of late, and for some reason I can't comment from his "page".
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go change out of my thermal p.j.'s & bathrobe, Babyzilla's on her way over, and she's spending the night.

No, You Can't Have My Slippers. Or My Super Cool Pajama Pants.

I was just sitting here thinking about how funny Miss Yvonne is. I keep going back and looking at the "after" photo in her last post. Don't make those sad little faces at me, I still love you too. But right now, it's all about Miss Yvonne being hysterical at work. She's my hero. Go read her blog. (I know my slippers are just too cool for words, aren't they?)

Husband Banned From Target

This story was passed on to me:

After I retired, my wife insisted that I accompany her on her trips to Target. Unfortunately, like most men, I found shopping boring and preferred to get in and get out. Equally unfortunate, my wife is like most women - she loves to browse.

Yesterday my dear wife received the following letter from our local Target.

Dear Mrs. Samsel,

Over the past six months, your husband has caused quite a commotion in our store. We cannot tolerate this behavior and have been forced to ban both of you from the store. Our complaints against your husband, Mr. Samsel, are listed below and are documented by our video surveillance cameras.

1. June 15: Took 24 boxes of condoms and randomly put them in other people's carts when they weren't looking.

2. July 2: Set all the alarm clocks in Housewares to go off at 5-minute intervals.

3. July 7: He made a trail of tomato juice on the floor leading to the women's restroom.

4. July 19: Walked up to an employee and told her in an official voice,'Code 3 in Housewares. Get on it right away'. This caused the employee to leave her assigned station and receive a reprimand from her Supervisor that in turn resulted with a union grievance, causing management to lose time and costing the company money.

5. August 4: Went to the Service Desk and tried to put a bag of M&Ms on layaway.

6. August 14: Moved a 'CAUTION - WET FLOOR' sign to a carpeted area.

7. August 15: Set up a tent in the camping department and told the children shoppers he would invite them in if they would bring pillows and blankets from the bedding department to which twenty children obliged.

8. August 23: When a clerk asked if they could help him he began crying and screamed, 'Why can't you people just leave me alone?' EMTs were called.

9. September 4: Looked right into the security camera and used it as a mirror while he picked his nose.

10. September 2: While handling guns in the hunting department, he asked the clerk where the antidepressants were.

11. October 3: Darted around the store suspiciously while loudly humming the 'Mission Impossible' theme.

12. October 6: In the auto department, he practiced his 'Madonna look' by using different sizes of funnels.

13. October 18: Hid in a clothing rack and when people browsed through,yelled 'PICK ME! PICK ME!'

14. October 21: When an announcement came over the loud speaker, he assumed a fetal position and screamed 'OH NO! IT'S THOSE VOICES AGAIN!'

And last, but not least:

15. October 23: Went into a fitting room, shut the door, waited awhile, and then yelled very loudly, 'Hey! There's no toilet paper in here.' One of the clerks passed out.

A Piece of Advice from Frederic Fekkai

Too often we hate the frozen reflection we see in a mirror, and so we make rash decisions to correct flaws that don't even exist.
Don't just stare at yourself in the mirror in the morning. It's the least flattering moment of the day. To get an impression of how you look in real life, catch your reflection all through the day. You'll be pleasantly surprised. I have never been surprised at my own reflection, I can't believe he said that. Anyway.....
When scrutinizing your image, run a hand through your hair. See how it feels. Notice what your hand does- it will naturally go to the problem spots:

*Are you fluffing your hair or patting it down here and there? You can probably use a good trim.

*Are you stroking your jawline up and down and rubbing your cheekbones? You feel tired and should try to get a good night's sleep.

*Are you straightening your posture? You need to exercise more often.

*Look into the mirror before leaving your house to figure out what to eliminate- not what to add.

I thought the rest of his advice after this was stupid, so I didn't include it.

Oh Deer!

They never stop moving, do they? I tried in vain to get a clear shot of this shirt for Dominica, who's shop is called Oh Deer!. As I'm putting this to post, Babyzilla's shoving a chair across the kitchen floor and yelling at me. Gotta go. : )