smiling eyes

When it comes to the selfie game, most of this circus act has it down to a science. Now don’t hate on the selfie. Were it not for the art of the selfie some of us wouldn’t even be a part of their own narrative…ahem…because they almost always are behind the camera. Here under The Big Top, we love the selfie and love to share with one another a selfie or more while making great adventures away from home.

Bill helped Jodie move back to Arizona this weekend and the two of them, as promised, kept me updated with pictures so that I can in a small way be there with them.

Currently this will be my favorite picture of these two and I made sure to tell my darling husband so.

His selfie game is improving; and yes, he was smiling with his eyes…and that makes all the difference, my darling husband.

When he gets home I will try to explain why he must never use “smize” in a sentence again.

just me using my time given to me

There is much I could write about right now and share with you but I am distracted by the snot that has impacted my sinus cavities in the epic way that only a summer cold can and I am distracted by the cold meds…and the dreams that the cold meds seem to inspire. But most of all, I am distracted by how good Level 7 looks on me.

Seriously, y’all.

Of course virtual animation does add about 10 pounds on you.

Heh.

I am also a little distracted, and excited, about the wild Pikachu Hazel helped her Mima capture while we were walking around The Big Top neighborhood park just around the corner.

The Pikachu that I might have been searching for in vain the last couple of days…in my spare time of course because waste my time on PokemomGo?!…Seriously, life is using time given to you. You can not recall lost time. Don’t forget that.

You’re welcome for that heartwarming quote from Pokemon Games!

She is totally a Pikachu lure which just might be one of the many reasons why she is spending the night here under The Big Top. I’m hoping she can lure Squirtle too.

Stay tuned…

 

 

 

hopelessly devoted

As I am writing this, I am watching our dog, Betty…AKA Betty with the Good Hair, following my darling husband all around The Big Top.

All.

Around.

The.

Big.

Top.

Tonight she has a good excuse because in spite of the fact that she is wearing her Thundershirt and has taken some doggy Xanax , she is stressed. Thank you every single Fourth of July Yahoo out there pre-gaming as they set off their illegal fireworks. ‘Merica! You do you, you quasi-patriotic yahoos.

If she wasn’t so stressed out she would still be by his side right now. Curled up at his feet. Likely sleeping; but with one eye open at the ready to jump up and do whatever my darling husband wants…go for a walk…get a doggy treat…go for a walk…perform her one trick…go for a walk…the possibilities are practically endless and she must be ready.

She’s devoted.

Hopelessly devoted.

I call her Betty with the Good Hair waiting for my darling husband to get the Lemonade reference because how could anyone NOT. Betty loves my darling husband. She adores him. She will use her amazing herding skills to herd me out of the way because she loves him THAT much. It is then that I flash my wedding ring and hiss he has been mine for more than 33 years years and he still is, Betty with the Good Hair! And don’t forget, I have opposable thumbs!

My darling husband chuckles.

But when it comes to absolute, complete, total devotion, perhaps Betty with the Good Hair has me beat.

I love my darling husband and I do look forward to his coming home at the end of the day; but you won’t find me where she is…waiting…pretty much all day…waiting for Bill to come home at the end of the day. She judges me if I am not as stressed as she can be if he is even just 20 minutes late because of traffic. She will pace and pause looking at the door and pace some more and whine a little and look at me with judging eyes that almost shriek, Don’t you care that he is late??? Why are you not even a little bit worried???

Sometimes I’ll answer back reminding her of the fact that I have opposable thumbs…that can text our man.

 

scenes from a Safeway

Some days it just is not possible to get in and get out quickly while running errands. Like today at my friendly, neighborhood Safeway.

Police officer to store clerk, bagger and me: Excuse me, but we are looking for this woman 

:::holds up photograph of a waif-like, elderly woman:::

Have any of you seen her here today?

Store clerk: She’s STILL missing?!

Police officer: Actually we found her yesterday. She’s been reported missing by the family again today. 

Bagger: Whenever she comes in here she has no money and tries to get alcohol.

Police Officer: Yeah, we’re thinking there is a problem going on with this family since she seems to turn up missing all the time.

Bagger: Haven’t seen her today, sorry. But I imagine she’ll show up soon looking to buy alcohol with no money.

:::muttering to myself::: Why does this sound like my future?

And everyone laughs just a little.

I DO hope they found that tiny, little old lady safe and sound.

work clothes

Way, way back in 1990, when I was but a baby nurse, Bill and Hollie would stop by in the wee small hours of the morning to say hello on their way to day care and work. That is work for my darling husband and day care for 3 year old Hollie…SIGH! It was a hard thing for her to understand at that age, her mommy (when she called me mommy) heading off to work after tucking her in. So many questions she had then because who works ALL NIGHT LONG and in their PAJAMAS; at least in her 3 year old mind the nursing scrubs I was wearing when she would come and share a bowl of cereal with Scotty, the respiratory therapist while she waited for me to get off work and take her to day care were pajamas. Hollie regarded this with a mix of admiration and suspicion because no other grown up she knew wore pajamas to work, yet how cool to be able to wear pajamas to work!

How cool indeed!

And, apparently, there is such a thing as National Wear Your Pajamas To Work Day. My Timehop app told me so yesterday.

See.

Kind of cool except yesterday was Saturday. But hey, nurses work all the hours of every single day and every single night so naturally…

I wore my pajamas, er, scrubs to work. No, I don’t sleep in my scrubs because, ew, all the hospital bugs and yuck; but my current favorite scrubs are practically soft and comfortable enough that they might as well be pajamas.

Traditionally National Wear Your Pajamas to Work Day is always the day after taxes are due in the United States; and if you’ve just paid your taxes you deserve an ULTRA-CASUAL day, don’t you? Hey, you’ve got to go to work, but who says you’ve got to change into your clothes! So actually National Wear Your Pajamas to Work Day should be Tuesday, April 19 since Tax Day this year is tomorrow.

RIGHT??!!

Guess what? I am working Tuesday night. I’m definitely celebrating…again. I might even get fancy and wear flowers in my hair.

Hmmm…

If you haven’t already filed, GET YOUR TAXES DONE!