I'm Sunshiny and Junk

So yeah.......

Remember I was just telling you about being described as being "nice like Gene Wilder in Willie Wonka in Charlie and the Chocolate Factory?" If not, look here.

It kind of seemed like an insult and compliment all rolled into one freaky eyed, frizzy haired rich guy.

I'll admit, I can be a bit sarcastic and droll. I am no Mary Poppins or Maria Von Trapp,. But, apparently, someone, namely the fabu blogger DeBie Hive thinks my blog is... *sniff*

Sunshiny.
((wiping nose on arm))

She gave me the Sunshine Award. Isn't that nice? And here when I have been a bad, neglectful blog-mommy? I have been trying to do better and it made my Willie-Wonka heart skip a beat when I saw it. Go check her out. Give her a little layers shout-out and shizzle.

She likes me.
She really likes me.

Yep, I could be over-doing it. But an award is an award, so I am taking it. What did you accomplish today, sucka?

 These awards are a nice way for bloggers to recognize each other and share our blogs with other followers of other blogs. So, play along. Go check her out. Give her a little layers shout-out and shizzle. Here is the link a-gain.

DeBie Hive

Awardees are supposed to answer the following eight questions, then nominate other bloggers. I included a lot of photos, because it's Sunday and I am still in my jammies, and because I don't want to clean the house. 

1. What is your favorite Christmas/holiday movie?  Hands down, it's the cartoon version of Dr. Suess'  The Grinch, with a special shout out to the dog with the bone tied to his head.  You're a foul one, Mr. Carey, for the remake that made people forget the funny and sweet original. 

YES! 

MEH.

2. What is your favorite flower? I really like orchids, which are bold and simple all at once. I also lurve anything purple which grows wild, which reminds me of the line in The Color Purple about everything wanting to be loved. The Big Horn Mountains near our home always have a beautiful display in the spring.  

I know. I live an hour away from this. Muah.

3. What is your favorite non-alcoholic beverage?  Bigelow "Constant Comment" grocery store tea. Every day. I carry it with me since I find the name embarrassing to ask for in a restaurant. And because I am addicted to it. And because I am preparing to be an old lady.

How about a cuppa tea, Granny?

4.  What is your passion?  Special Agent and I just discussed this and....I don't appear to have one. He said maybe being bossy? :-/ I like that I don't have a white hot passion. I am a layered person, made up of a lot of different interests. 

5.  What is your favorite time of year?  I love fall, I always have. I dress in fall colors, my house is decorated in fall colors, I sometimes pretend I am a leaf. Unfortunately, this is my allergy season so I spend a lot of time enjoying it through a Kleenex and Claritin-induced haze while wishing for the first frost. 

6.  What is your favorite time of day?  A time of day called The Gloaming. That moment between day and night when just for a moment, the whole world gets quiet. It feels like the world is perfect and calm, just for that very moment, if no other. So no talking.

  

7.  What is your favorite physical activity?  I am not a person who likes exercise. I tried paddle boarding this summer and I loved it. It required concentration and balance and was in a beautiful surrounding. I was having a zen moment until Special Agent and the boy launched an attack on me from their kayak. Boys. 

8.  What is your favorite vacation?  I love traveling, and wish I had the means to go more. If you are seeing a trend here, i like things which are calming, so no Disney for me. I like cool-chilling, with a few fun excursions mixed in. In the Dominican we lounged around most days but included zip lining and surf lessons excursions to keep it interesting. 

The surfers are really us, the shark...is in disguise.

I am pitching some sunshine to the following blogs, so go have a look-see here or on Facebook.

Musings of Munch - haha, funny guy. Snarky goodness. Also, he is a male model for Ambercrombie & Fitch

Reptiles in the Ice Cream - Oh man, strap yourself in. The girl is much funny. And thoughtful.

I'll Have it On The Side - I am trying to arrange our children to be married. We would be some awesomely embarrassing in laws. 

The Loaded Handbag - I haven't been a good follower of blogs, and I miss what is going on with this one. I am tuning back in ASAP. I just read her blog and now I want to move in with her.

Throat Punch Tuesday

Dear this week,
You suck. 

Yes, and it is only Tuesday. Monday dropped in and kicked me in the layers yesterday and Tuesday is not looking any shinier. 

Today's nonsense was (in a round about way) brought to you by the worst idea in retail: 

No..

Not this either, although this is just weird and wrong. 

Not even Handerpants...








It's bathroom products which are housed in glass containers. This combined with tile flooring is akin to money with wings at my house. I am getting wrinkly and old waaaaay before my time because these jars and bottles of eye cream and youthful splendor lotion end up humpty-dumpty'ed on the tile after about 2 applications. 

Yes, I have considered scooping up and using the product post-break (don't judge), but the idea of rubbing splintered glass into my already not-youthful skin only allows me to consider it for about... 13 seconds. Then I frown until that wrinkle between my eyes pulsates and throw it all away. 

Adding injury to insult today was Special Agent, who was lovingly changing light bulbs in his Superman underoos when, while throwing away cramming the old bulbs in the trash, encountered my latest broken miracle cream container and sliced his knuckle well, off. Craaap. Much blood oozery and swearing. 

We loaded up our still home baboo (who was also still in his underoos when notified of the injury) and headed off to the doc, post-haste. Special Agent had already told me he wanted to go to the walk in-clinic, to which I agreed might be faster than the local ER. He held gauze over his bloody grossness as I drove.

We hustled to the walk in clinic of his choice..
 which was closed. 

So, we went to the other clinic. 
Also closed.

I grew tired of dicking around and drove to the open-24-7-ER, much to the annoyance of Special Agent. He was adamant he would NOT be going to the ER. I drove there anyway, ignoring him and his bloody nub of a knuckle. 

He insisted we drive back home and wait for the clinic to open. 
I wanted to go in so we could get things taken care of NOW since we were already HERE.

He allowed he didn't like the ER and didn't feel like they offered a quality service. 
I condescendingly reminded him that the clinic we were trying to go to originally is a branch of the same ER we are arguing in front of presently. 

I think Special Agent must have suffering from blood-loss related illness, because at some point he stomped toward the ER doors just to prove that I HAVE to have my way, but then I wouldn't let him go in, since he didn't want to. It was the height of ridiculous arguing for spouses. 

The Baboo sat in the back and looked at us like we were both annoying idiots. 
I think he might have been right. 

At some point, I think Special Agent worried that I might be wishing he would bleed to death because he suggested we get a drive through breakfast while we waited. 

BREAKFAST!!!!???!!! I fumed as i drove to a McDonald's for Egg Mcmuffins. I considered attacking him, but 
a) we were in a drive-thru
b) he couldn't really defend himself while holding his finger and 
c) I didn't want his drippy blood all over my car. 

CAN I SUPERSIZE THAT COFFEE?????

We got our food and I headed back to the clinic. We ate in the car and ventilated the tension through the open car windows. We watched all of the docs and nurses roll in, and stand around outside healthily smoking cigs. I pointed to the child coming in, and let Special Agent know that was likely his doc. We walked in just as they opened and were 01 in the serving line. 

The cut was actually a cut-OUT, so there wasn't much to be done about the wound except irrigate it and wrap it in dressings. I delighted only mildly that Special Agent had to get a tetanus shot (not in the ass, bummer) and that his finger dressing makes him look a little like this guy. 

And, that the doc was the child I pointed out from the parking lot. 

Happy Tuesday at The Layers. The couch is calling me....