Priceless.........

Remember Alfred Hitchcocks movie, The Birds? Oooo, nelly, I know I do...I seem to have the opposite problem.

Allow me to rewind a bit so you can be up to speed here.
Mothers Day was truly wonderful. My kids made the day soo extra special, and wanted to take me shopping, so I could get something I really wanted. We finally landed at The Andersons, for some cinnamon taffy and a bird feeder. Ive always been a bird lover, and have had quite a few birds myself. In fact my last baby cockatiel, I hand fed.
She had such a vocabulary too! So, given my love for our feathered friends, I got a beautiful bird feeder and a big bag of bird seed.
Oh, and a pound of taffy which currently resides in my stomach.

I filled the bird feeder chamber last Sunday. Mothers Day.
As you can see, the birds have been very very busy, throwing seed OUT of the feeder and onto my patio. If you are a person that "really" pays attention to things, you'll notice this is the same exact place that I photograph my BEADS.

Cost of Birdfeeder $24.99
Bag of Birdseed $5.99
The look on my face when I remembered how messy birds are:
PRICELESS.....

it smells "old"............

I took my youngest daughter to the bead store here in Maumee...(Bonita Bead)
She has the cutest lil' store...lots of antique embellishments happening and some neat artwork.

Antique items mixed with a really warm day, produces a very unique scent. I know, I'm weird, I fully admit that, but its a very familiar "old" scent, that I cant yet place. Either way, I always enjoy downtown Maumee, its "old" in itself, with alot of historic flavor dating back to the early 1800's...
And although I love antique items, I cant help but get a wee bit freaked out around them. Ok, here goes "weird" again, but ever since we lived with a Ghost, a not so nice ghost...I did alot of research and study in the "Paranormal" side of things...(Hi Jason!!)

There are alot of books on how Spirits attach themselves to Antique Items...which REALLY freaks me out.
So now, every time I walk into the bead store, with all these antique items and I smell the "old"....
My imagination tends to go overboard, lol....

I know, I know....weird....(time to get off the morphine, lol)

My Croc obsession in detail....

Anyone that knows me, knows Im a diehard Croc wearer...I have a pair of the lime green...and brown, ok, ok, and navy...

Now, when i bought my Croc's, it was because they were funky. They were me. Green is such a fun bright color and ive always been a really funky shoe person. I also have a drawer full of funky knee socks. Thats a whole 'nother post, don't get me started on socks...

I guess Im sorta oober funky, but back to the Croc's.

The worse the nerve damage progressed in my leg, the less I could wear shoes that tied.

Which really sucked because i have funky red Converses that rock...but they tie. I cant feel my feet when I wear shoes that tie. Every once in a while, I push the envelope and bust out my Nikes or my Converses, but my main staple shoe diet is my Crocs...
Lime green Croc's...

Thank God, they make every color of Croc a color lover could want, because someday I will have EVERY color of Croc.
Except for the silver...I dont like the silver.
And well, except maybe the white. I dont want to look like Im doing my clinicals again...so strike the white.

But every other color, I will own. Oh, and except maybe not those funny brownish puke color ones. I dont want to be walking around with the color of throw up on my shoes.

So, now you know the story behind my Croc obsession...
Its purely for medical reasons..................purely ;)

Monkeying Around....

You know me, always monkeying around...
This wee one came out as cute as a button...
if buttons were cute;)

Clicking on his picture will take you directly to his auction....
Thanks for peekin....

The Fog.........

My Goodness! Where have I been?
Apologys for not tending to my beady ol' blog;(

I've been in a horrible medication-fog, but I think Im over the hump. Almost. They say 3-5 days of slobbering all over yourself, then your good as new.

Ok, so not really, but the more I convince myself of that, the more I'll believe it, right? Just say right. Right? Right.

I see the Neurosurgeon at the hospital on Wednesday...This should be interesting at best. I'll keep ya posted....

Oh, and stay tuned into tokyo tomorrow afternoon.

I have a sculpted baby Monkey that will make an appearance....
Me thinks your gonna love him. I know I do.

It's always fascinating to see what creations come out of this crazy head of mine....especially when Im in a F O G...*slobbers*

First, there was this time The Farmer traded me for magic beans......

So, I had nerve block #3 yesterday.
It hurt. And they didnt work... Six weeks of this crap & they didnt work!
Bah! What else can I say?

Wait, I always have something to say....you know what I dont get though? I mean, I know its normal for the Anesthesiologists office to do 1.2 million of these procedures a day, but for ME, I'd like a little bit of privacy. When your ass is hanging out and I mean HANGING out, do office staff HAVE to walk in, when you have your pants down?

Allow me to back up, so you get a clearer picture...
They have you get up on the tall table.
This table is meant for people that are 7 foot tall.

Since Im only 5'8", I have to use a stool.
Then, they have you lay on your stomach, atop two pillows. The nurse pulls yer knickers down, so your whole ass is hanging out. Literally.

I lost all decency & dignity upon giving birth last, so its not the fact that my ass is hanging out. Its the fact, that they do SOO many of these a day, they become the "norm"....so while the nurse is scrubbing me down with the brown goo...office staff casually walk in, and start stocking materials.

Hello? Im laying here with my ass hanging out, and they are STOCKING the room. No one knocks, they just enter. Im offended at this point, while 3 office staff are talking over my bare ass, trying to decide what they are ordering for lunch.

Seriously people?

Seriously.

So, that all leads me back to the Ass in Shrek...Donkey.

When he says: "Oh man where do I begin? First, there was this time the farmer traded me for some magic beans. I aint ever gotten over that.

Then this fool went off and had a party, and they all started trying to pin a tail on me. Then they all got drunk and started hitting me, yelling, Pinata! Pinata! "

Anyone ever feel like the Donkey on Shrek?
I know I did, lol.....

The key to success.....

Bill Cosby once said, "I dont know the key to success, but the key to failure is trying to please everybody..."

He's going to be in Toledo on May 2nd...One of the greatest comedians of all time...What I wouldn't give to see him live...wow.

Happy Birthday to my Baby...

I cant believe he's 21 today.
The baby we weren't quite sure was going to make it....

The baby I never got to hear cry, found his voice and made miracles happen.

Happy 21st Birthday Tim...
Mom loves you so very much....

Bah....!

Oh wow, Bah.
Sorry for the lack of posting, I guess its because Ive not had much good to say or tell....So, I dont want to sound like a total downer or use my blog for whining....But its MY blog and I should feel free to whine, if I need to whine, right?

Im still struggling with these herniated discs and my brain MRI came back with some lesions...so thats been a suckfest.
I see a Neurosurgeon the end of April.....
Other than that, lol...Im good! I've eaten 3 boxes of Gobstoppers and I dont plan on stoppping. Its like crack cocaine only in fun rainbow colors.

On the "Good Front"....my son's birthday is today.
He turned 21, and Im soo grateful to soo many good years with him.
I got REALLY lucky with all my kiddos & I've been blessed even thru their teenage years. How did I get soo lucky? Now, do NOT doubt there's not been struggles, Oh Lord, has their been struggles....lol.

I plan to take the Birthday Boy out for Sushi....rain OR shine with the ol' back....I just cant believe he's 21. I stand amazed, that twenty one years ago, this little guy was introduced to the world and never got a chance to make a peep. They inserted a tube down his throat before he even had a chance to cry and we went thru Heart/Lung Bypass surgery by the time he was 24 hours old.

HOW did we get thru that?
I haven't a clue, I guess you just DO it...somehow, someway, you just do it. ...............Happy Birthday Timmy, we love you bud.

A small piece of happiness......