Easter Bunny in Critical Condition after Capture by Boa

Well, there went Easter, faster than a slithering snake.  It seemed like it took forever to get here, though.

Oh yeah.  It did.

I was hopeful for a visit from the Easter Bunny but all I got was an appearance of Mr. Dry and Scaly:

 Click to enlarge at your own risk. 

He didn't even leave me any chocolate.

Loser.

I hope he loses himself somewhere munching happily ever after on juicy rodents.

OK.  So it's not a boa and I'm just guessing that's what happened to the Easter Bunny since he didn't visit me.  Work with me here.

WARNING:  Don't go to flickr and search for "snake eating".

Ugh.

Speaking of juicy,  Easter was yummy.  My mom got a ham (She didn't actually "get" the pig, 'K?) and cooked us some veggies.  On Sunday, I made Brats wrapped in phyllo with spicy brown mustard and a bit of cheese.  I also made some scalloped potatoes.  YUM!    Homemade Coconut-Lime cookies were for dessert.  Nothing low-cal was served.

Oink.

Ok.  Ok.  Maybe the veggies and the salad.

Did I mention deviled eggs?

Yeah, those too.  My mom made them for us.

Burp.

**loosens belt to allow belly to expand**

NEIGHBORS, GOTTA LUV'M: My neighbor pulls her car over as I'm working in my rock garden and points to something I have growing near Big Tex.  She said "I've been trying to grow that.  It attracts Monarch butterflies."  Evil Twin replied, "I think the secret is to not try.  Heh Heh.  Mine just appeared here and I just let it be."

I piped in telling her she was welcome to some of it as it has popped up in quite a few places in my rock garden. 

 "Here, butterfly, butterfly."

This neighbor is usually nice but can be a bit hoity-toity sometimes.

She explained that it was Milkweed, as if I should have known.  

Pffft.

This is the same lady that left a belligerent message on my friend's answering machine, chastising her husband for scheduling a neighborhood board meeting on a church night.  Hum....

Point, Comma, Missed.

Perhaps she also has an Evil Twin that doesn't hide as well as mine does.

Did you just say that mine DOESN'T hide well?

Oops.

INTROSPECTION:  Some of you may know that I teach yoga and pilates classes.  The yoga helps soothe Evil Twin.  I said "helps".  I go to workshops and trainings occasionally for continuing education.  Recently, I noticed a workshop that was limited to about 20 participants.  Their ad said "Only those truly committed to a paradigm shift need apply".  Apply?  Sheesh.  No judgment there.  Ha.  Paradigm shift?  Really?

On one hand, I can understand someone wanting to continue to grow and improve themselves but some people always seem to be looking for something.  What's wrong with being content with your Evil Twin you?

Complacency anyone?

Ok.  Enough of the deep stuff.    Go forth and be hoppy....er...happy!   A little humor never hurt anyone.

Photo credits:  Reffie from her garden, always full of surprises!

Spring Sprung, Skipped, and then Torched Summer

Ok.  Ok.  I know I need to write something.

SOMETHING!

Pffft.

This is what happens when Evil Twin is bored.  She is bored because I won't let her play with matches outside.  We've been having crazy wind, warm temperatures, and very little rain around here.  I'm afraid she will start a fire and gorgeous hunks with hoses will have to come and put it out.

Oh, wait.

Seriously, we don't want any fires.  There is a big nasty fire west of our metropolitan area.  It has already devoured several homes and is still burning.  Yes, I mean devoured. It started near a lake called Possum Kingdom. 

Hum....possums have a kingdom?  Silly me thought the world was ruled by LOL cats that dance with dolphins.  Little did I know that it's those over-sized, sight-challenged rats that are in charge.

Cute alert:  If you haven't seen the video of the cat playing with the dolphin, go to youtube and search for it.  You'll find several versions.    Get you fill of cute and then come back and finish this post.  I promise I won't keep you much longer.

Today I was out running in the sweltering heat with Eternal Flame playing on my Shuffle when several fire engines zoomed down the main road north of my neighborhood.

It gave me the chills.

Too bad it didn't help me stay cool.

Don't get me started of folks throwing cigarette butts out of their car windows....

Ok.  Ok.  Enough. 

Pebbles in Lingerie With a Bee in Her Bonnet

Wait.  Pebbles doesn't have a bonnet.  She has a bone.  I'll get to that in a moment.

I'm watching a scene on a TV show where the sexy blond walks out of the bathroom in silky lingerie and high heels.  I asked Hubby if this is what he thinks I should be wearing when I come out of the bathroom at night instead of the old T-shirt, shorts, face mask, Bengay cream, and curlers?

Oh.  That explains a few things.

I might be able to get the lingerie on, padding the top quite a bit, but the heels?  Um, no.  Evil Twin would trip me.  Hubby would be trying to explain to the nice man with the badge and gun that I accidentally impaled myself with our framed wedding photo that was knocked off the wall when I fell.

Oops.

Let's move on.

I'm doing a triathlon tomorrow.  It has a caveman theme.  I made a costume out of what's left of my Pebbles costume:

Yes, that's really my hair with a "bone" in it.

With the warm spring we're having down here, I'm a bit worried about how hot I'm going to be in that thing!

Event photos may or may not come later.  I'll have to stick the bone in my visor or hat because there is no way I'll be able to get it to stay in my wet hair after swimming and cycling!

Maybe I should borrow BamBam's club.  Knocking my competitors out of the way may be the only way I won't finish last!

Kidding.  Kidding.  I'm not *Tonya Harding.

I've got some nice blooms in the garden this spring.  Evil Twin provides captions:

Wow!  Check out that splatter pattern.

You're not hiding from ME, are you, Pinky?  

I won't cut on you.  Promise.

I'm trying to catch a bee to put in Reffie's 

bonnet...er...hat for her race tomorrow. 

Have a great week!

*Just in case you don't remember or you are too young, Tonya had fellow ice-skater Nancy Kerrigan clubbed in the knee prior to the US Championships in 1994.

Photo credits:  Pebbles and BamBam