meme monday

I’ve been collecting these memes from Facebook for a while.

Now, I just gotta share!!

And, it’s Monday, hence the name “Meme Monday.”     Don’t expect this every Monday!!!!      I’m not starting a series or anything, here.

do all ironing in dryer

Is there any other way??

 

Jesus does not call us to be stressed

dishes all done! living room a mess

The fun of living with a toddler, or just having one visit her Omie!!

 

           (How perfect were those first two purple ones????!!!!!)

 

fat cat on bed trying to gather energy

Me- every day

 

three pot sizes too small too big the dirty one

Ain’t that the truth??

 

favorite exercise cross between lunge and crunch called lunch

Mine too!!

 

Well, that’s enough laughter for today.    Gotta ration that stuff, ya know!    You might get addicted!

 

 

 

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Hacked Hair Horror

I told ya!   When I went with Mama, to the free lunch for homeless, and low income people, the first thing Miss Betty asked me was,  “Oh honey!   Are you having chemo??”     With an implied, Bless your heart.

4 steps away from her, Pastor Julio reached out to me.   “Oh no!   your Mama din’t tell me you had cancer!   I’ll pray for you!”

Then the red-headed Miss Betty came ALL the way across the room to scold me.    “Why’d you do that to your HAIR??”    At least she didn’t ask if I had cancer!

eyes rolled back in head

    Oh brother!

 

 

Since I knew it was gonna happen, I wanted to have some sarcastic zingers all ready to go.    But, how can you be sarcastic to precious ladies who are really concerned about you????   Ya can’t.    So, I just told them the truth.     “It was so long, it bothered me!”   Leaving out the “I-had-a-wild-hair-and-now-it’s-gone” part.

“Doggy Did Dit.”

(Title quote credit to PP.)

It was the best of days, it was the worst of days.  Why?  Well, let me just entertain you with my pain.

I went to help my Sister clear the way for new furniture. Yay new furniture!  Everything was humming along, but I was getting tired.

As I went thru the dining room, suddenly her dog decided that he needed to occupy the EXACT SAME SPACE as ME, THAT SECOND!  AS you know from my pix, there is NOT a thigh gap between my legs!  Not even a tiny one.  And her dog isn’t tiny!  Did I mention he’s a HUGE 100 pound Rottweiler??  (He thinks he’s still a puppy lap dog, too!)  So, as you might expect, I hit the deck.  Not with an exclamation of joy, either.

rottweiler

Not actually Ranger.

 

So, as I lay there, stunned, my sister is frantically checking me out.  

“Can you hear me??  How many fingers am I holding up??  Are you bleeding??”

Yes, I can hear you loud and clear- you’re shouting in my ear!  And, I’d be able to see better if your fingers weren’t in my eyes!

JK, she was not shouting, and not poking me in the eye either.  But it sounds funnier than the truth.

Thank God, I was not broken, or bleeding.  I did give myself a good jolt, and some pretty purple bruises will be blooming tomorrow, I feel confident!  And, oh- how I wanted to kick that dog!!

But how can you be mean to him, when he just looks up at you so adoringly and says, “Hey, that game was fun, let’s do it again!!”

rottweiler face

Easy?? Easy for You to Say

Nony, from a SlobComesClean, always says, “Start with the Easy Stuff”.

But, what’s the “Easy Stuff”??

Stella from Purfylle answered that very well.  Please go read her post, AFTER you finish mine!

I was already planning this post, when I saw hers.  So, I asked her for permission to share.

She lists 5 categories of stuff that are easy to start with, with 6 sub-categories of #5.

Here’s how I’m doing with that.

 I sat sulkily on my sofa, (read bed), staring at stuff.  I wanted to do SOmething, but what?  There wasn’t any trash (that I could see from my seat).  But, did I get up and go see for sure??  Nope, that would require actually moving.  And I just wanted to sit, and sulk, and stare at the stuff.  

built in dresser

Built-in Dresser

Okay, this is a cheat pic, from before I moved in.  Sheesh, you guys are so hard on me!

My nice 8 drawer dresser sits empty, while a mountain of junk nice stuff sits on top.  That ain’t right, y’all.

But, it’s my truth.  I wanna be a recovered slob, but I’m far from it yet.  

If I would just get up, and pick 1 thing, and put it away, I’d probably be motivated to do another, then another.

Alas, we may never know, since I chose to come over here to Sweet Friend’s house and blog about it, rather than actually, ya know, do it.   sigh

Purple Slob at Work

Purple Slob at Work

Purple Slob at Work

And here you thought I had all de-slobbified?  Wrong!  This is my real life, as it is.   This blog will go on forever, because as soon as I get one spot under control, another slides into chaos.  And it’s all my fault! No one else here to blame but myself.  sigh

Wish I had thought to put on my Aunt Jemima head wrap before this pic was taken!  And I’m not even wearing a purple shirt!  GASP

I just wish I could say I was surprised by a candid shot, but I saw the person holding up the tablet, and I paused, so my fingers wouldn’t be blurry! But that was all the warning I had.  If I had known there’s be a photo shoot, I’d have at least put on a purple shirt.  And the head wrap. and tidied up.   lol, well at least the first two!

After all, truth in advertising demands I show my slobbery for all to see.  Now you can all gaze in horror, and thank God, at least you’re not as bad as me!