Weekend Junking

We went to a little teeny tiny flea market here in Dallas. There weren't too many vendors but I'm betting it will pick up as the weather gets warmer. Can't wait....

For some reason, both of these called to me...especially the poodle.

Loooove the poodle and he looks like he's been loved in the past.

And who can say no to a wedding cake topper? Not me.

So I Get This Phone Call At Work...

One of my good friends husband calls me at work.

"Rachel's birthday is coming up."

"Yep. I know."

"She needs a surprise party."

"Yep. I agree."

"You make the cake. Okay?"

"Okay."

"Oh, it's tomorrow."

"Crap..."

It's Just Not Right...

We're on day 4 of no school. Kill me. Kill me now.

The neighborhood camel. He ain't happy.

We got bored and headed to the back roads. It's what we do...it's who we are...

Do you see the Cardinal?

I think I heard him say "I hate you people in your

4 wheel drive trucks with your seat warmers. Damn you."

Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night

will keep me from my Cherry Coke from Sonic.

Goodwill Love

I love to lay in bed and look at my wall of Goodwill finds.

I know...I should get a life.

Maybe tomorrow.

Here's my new friend.

My aunt said that it looks like David Hyde Pierce and Shakespeare had a baby.

I named him Leonard.

I love Leonard.

Flan Love

I ROCKED THE "HAPPY BIRTHDAY FLAN." JUST SAYIN'......

What Is This Madness?????

Sam's guinea pig died. We don't know why. Totally fine one day, the next day she was a little sluggish, the day after...dead...as a doornail. I told Sam not to worry, we would get another one someday. Oreo's body wasn't even cold....

Everyone~~~~meet Sir Hopkins Ziffle Ross~~~~the cutest, damn bunny to ever exist.

Let me introduce you...

Meet Dander, my Sulcata Tortoise and one of the loves of my life. She's only about a year and a half old...just a baby in Sulcata years. She doesn't cuddle very well, she doesn't roll over or beg but I love her just the same. She's also not a huge fan of her photo shoots...that doesn't stop me.

She does come toward voices when she's out in the yard and loves to chew on toenails.
Strawberries...a weekly treat. Have you ever seen a tortoise run? Me either. At least not until I put a strawberry in front of her.

Her "I hate my life, no one understands me, I think I'll turn emo" look.


I hate to see you leave, but I love to watch you go.

How about some fries with that shake?