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

Geek Survives Ides, Welcomes Spring, and Dreams of Nut Meat

Wow.  I found my blog!  Cool.

Spring has sprung here in Texas and Evil Twin and I are suffering from spring fever.  This fever must have affected my sleep patterns as my dreams have been incredibly strange lately.

One night I was having the typical "fear of failure" dream where I signed up for college courses, somehow forget to attend them, and it's time for the finals.  Ugh.  While I'm having this dream, I'm telling myself that I have this dream a lot.  Within this dream, I've lost my car in the parking garage.  I approach the stairs to go down to the parking area and when I emerge, I'm in a youth rally.  I repeat this process over and over again, visiting non-functional toilets along the way.

I finally got up and took care of some business in the loo and at least that non-functional toilet dream went away.  I don't know what to think about the other dream (s).  WAS it spring fever?  Or was it the wine?  Or was it the wine and the banana nut bread?

Ugh. Never again. Not a good mix (nuts).

Later in the week I noticed the conflict between my running shoes had escalated.   Sheesh.  You can't let them rest anywhere near each other without them fussing over who has the best heel or laces or shine or....

Big-Heel-Silver-Blue sticks out his tongue, 

mocking Shiny-Lower-Heel's attempts at punching.

HOLY KEEP YOUR LACES ON!  I wish they would get over themselves.

With all this craziness, I think I've lost my nutmeats gone nuts.  I received this photo in an email:

Yep.  That explains the lapses in thought and coordination I've been having.  I havn't gone "nuts".  I am nuts and I'm a light snack.

Sigh.

Or maybe it's just that my birthday is Wednesday.  

I've decided that I'll be 35 instead of quite a few years older than that.    You can do that, right?

Photo credits:  Shoe fight: Reffie,  Zombie Nuts:  Bent Objects