Throwback Thursday, the ballerina

When I was a little girl there was really only ever one thing in my parents house that I wanted for my very own.  Just one thing.

My Mother always promised it to me and I always dreamed that one day it would be mine.

I guess you would call it an heirloom as it’s not really an antique. It’s probably vintage though.  I was so happy when my Mother gifted it to me because it was really the only thing I really wanted from the house that we grew up in.

I wasn’t concerned with china and antiques and things like that. I know it looks like just a ballerina in a glass but you need to see the full version.

Yes friends, it’s a ballerina, in a shot glass, IN a bottle of apricot liqueur! Sweet Lord, is she not majestic? Oddly, it’s the one thing the kid always ask me for as well.  The drunk ballerina.  The drallarina!

I’m just one big weirdo who likes ballerina’s, liquor bottles and running.


Shine on chickens!  Shine on!

WTF Wednesday, Dear google boss

Chloe Bridgewater is 7 years old but that didn’t stop her from going after her dream job.  No sir.  She wrote her own resume, only her second letter ever, and she mailed it off, to Google!

Chloe's Google Letter

As cute as the letter was the most endearing thing is that Sundar Pichai actually responded.  For those of you who don’t know, that’s Google’s CEO, the head cheese himself.

Sundar's Letter

I don’t know about you but I think Chloe is pretty ambitious.

When I was a kid, I remember wanting a job.   Unfortunately I had a little dilemma.  I was around 7 or 8 and I was under the impression that when a grocery store said open 24 hours it meant the people who worked there slept on the check out counters and so that’s where I wanted to work because I loved sleep overs more than anything.

We had one of those 24 hour stores, but we always went grocery shopping on Fridays.  I remember wanting to get a job in there so I could sleep on those counters but I’d never be able to because sometimes on Fridays I spent the night at my Grandma’s house.

Also, I didn’t have Chloe’s penmanship.  I’m pretty sure I would have written my resume with my box of crayola’s, and I would have colored outside the lines for sure.  It’s probably for the best anyway, I realized later in life that 24 hours meant they actually worked 24 hours and my dream was shattered.

WTF It’s Wednesday and I’m probably lucky I have a job today.

Did you ever apply for a job when you were a kid?

The race for behind, I’m winning!

I got my run in very early yesterday then walked the dogs and got right to work.  I have a project that was due on the first of April and I had given myself plenty of time to complete it and I was all ready to dive in and then that thing that always happens happened.


The client decided that she needed to move the date up two weeks and then another client decided that a module that they previously didn’t need on their site they now need, yesterday.

And if all that wasn’t enough to stress me out and give me minor heart palpitations, MacGyver was home yesterday and he wanted me to do quotes for him.   Oh, and did I mention that he was in the garage working on his motorcycle so he kept leaving his phone in the house which means his business line then rings over to my phone, so yeah, I was also answering calls for him yesterday and dealing with his clients.

so mad

Sometime around 3 in the afternoon the phones died down and I was finally able to start to get my work started and then someone rang the damn doorbell.  So MacGyver looks over at me from where he’s laying comfortably on the sofa and asks if I’d go answer the door.

you trying me

He re-thought that and then got up and answered it himself which was a good thing because I think I would have felt really shitty if I’d have yelled at the Girl Scout and her dad selling cookies from her little red wagon.

I never got any work done yesterday.   None.

So, that’s what I’m doing today and that’s why this is a short post.  I didn’t want to leave you without quality content though so I ask Boomer and Hank to contribute something.  Boomer was more than willing to contribute and offered up a couple of pictures.

Boomer bear

Boomer Blankey

Hank, not so much.  Y’all know he needs more motivation.  I had to hold him and coddle him until he fell asleep and then take his picture.

I get royalty fees Peasants!

Such a spoiled one!

I’ll be back tomorrow once I get a little caught up.

Have a fabulous day!