paparazzi!

once upon a day this week i went to louisville.

and seeing as how it is farther south everything was in full, gorgeous, beautiful bloom

and so were my allergies.

that's not the point.

the point is i saw my beautiful friends.

And isn't it nice to have friends!

jenita got a mojito

and so did i.

the two of us...we love the mojito.

this is jenita drinking her mojito

is there anything more fantastic than sitting outside in the sunshine drinking mojitos?

(Well, let's pretend there isn't.)

she is accustomed to my paparazzi-like tendencies.

it reminded us of the time we went to mexico and consumed many many mojitos.

we did not consume mojitos at the mayan ruins.

it is probably frowned upon.

it was certainly hot enough tho.

juanita, look.

! a mexico picture!

christy came out to dinner as well.

she was not amused with my paparazzi- like photo taking.

she did, however, wear eyeliner for the occasion.

she said it was because she was supposed to be on the tv that day.

i like to think it was because she was going to be seeing me.

lisa!

also not amused with the picture taking.

and we hadn't seen lisa in a while

(or had we? I dont know..)

so it was hugs all around...but that may be because we are girls.

but then our waiter wanted a hug from lisa too.

so she did.

she's nice like that

but she was not pleased about it.

look at her face.

you can see how she feels about it.

i think he was blissfully unaware of her feelings towards him.

look at his face.

so it was drinks all around.

there was also delicious cuban food all around.

i took my decision regarding cuban food very seriously, as you can see.

at least i think it was good cuban food.

i've never been to cuba, for obvious reasons.

and everyone agreed it was a good night indeed.

but that we all miss our friend.

and we wish she could have been there.

Neighbors and Excuses.

Yesterday I met my neighbor. Well, two of my neighbors. My closest neighbors, actually. Though they did not tell me their names. Probably because they cannot actually speak.

Things went well initially--they ignored me. Then the big one...lets call her Jane, started stomping and snorting.

I bid Jane and Patrick (her furry little buddy...also a completely

made-up name) farewell before things got ugly. Maybe I should bring treats with me next time. I guess that is SOP when meeting any neighbors... bring food.

So while I was working hard at spreading cheer and goodwill to our neighbors, Jane and Patrick, Husband was actually working hard. (That could be an ad, couldn't it...for an Acme brand truck, since I so cleverly cut off the hood ornamentation)

So Husband (who quickly tires of me taking pictures of him working) drives over to our hideous eyesore of a shed and gets the lawnmower out for the first time this season. And says

"Hey wife, want to learn how to drive the lawnmower?" To which I reply, "I most certainly do not, thank you." (because then I will not have an excuse for not cutting the grass)

And that's how i ended up driving the lawnmower yesterday. Those are my pretty red toenails. Not Husbands. And now i have no excuse.

Excuse me while I go lie down. I'll be on my front porch swing...thinking up excuses to not cut the grass.

Oh Dear, My First Post.

This is my first post. Obviously.

I guess I started this blog because of peer pressure. I caved. I

don't usually do that. But I did this time. Mostly to have another way to keep in touch with my dear friend and WW, Jennifer. (who is probably the only person reading this)

Now that that bit of housekeeping is out of the way...

Today Husband and I went on a nature hike/mushroom-hunting extravaganza. It was not so much an extravaganza as a walk through our woods.

We were looking for morel mushrooms. Morels are this small wild mushroom that only grow when conditions are exactly right. And since we got rain last night and it was 80 degrees today we decided to go mushroom hunting. By the way, mushroom hunting is the only hunting I can do because you can talk while you do it.

We were not successful on our mushroom hunting trip. But this was the first time I had walked this particular part of our property. And it's so beautiful. It is also a bit odd too. Lots of skinny little trees, vine-y sort of limbs, and a creek!

We took the dogs on the wilderness hike. That is always sort of a

gamble (I think) because Ruger doesn't like to listen.

But he does love to run in the woods and walk with his Papa. Look at that smile! (on Ruger, and no its not panting, he doesn't really pant)

There were no mushrooms over here either.

Ruger is trying to figure out how to cross the creek without getting wet or dirty. Bailey does not care about such things, not when there is water to run through and creeks to lay in.

I know it sort of looks like I give my dog drugs. But I don't. She's not high, I promise.

I didn't see any mushrooms because I mostly took pictures of my dogs and my husband, and trees. (It really is beautiful in the woods.)

And then we decided there probably weren't any mushrooms to be found today and we went home.