What have I been into?

Two exceptionally good hair days and a fabulous day with makeup in the past week, which is very rare for me.  (Thank you, Physician's Formula in buff beige.  This has fixed the steroid blush which has been fucking lingering for three years after chemo so bad that I haven't been able to correct it at all up to this point, so yay for that.) 

Lots of football time.  Lots and lots of it.  

Would like more horse time, but it's been so damn hot, it's unreal.  We had a cloud cover and some rain today, though, so that's okay.  We needed some rain.

Way overdid on the cleaning binge yesterday.  I rearranged the laundry room except the washer and dryer, tidied up the coat closet, (which is small, so I turned that into a linen closet with a cloth shoe closet organizer), managed to wrangle the laundry, clean the bathrooms, and do some other assorted stuff around here. 

There's an outstanding post over here at Cancer Curmudgeon's blog.  She's always incredibly articulate and solidly nails exceptional commentary about the stuff those of us who have been diagnosed have to contend with.  Her fearless sharing makes me feel incredibly pleased to say how awesome she is. 

Today was...interesting.  I wind up doing stuff where I'm around other people.  Consistently, I find that kids of any age have far less of an issue with how I look than adults.  Actually, I'd have to say across the board, kids have zero issue with it.  Adults, well yeah, let's just say that they seem to have problems with it and those who do fail epically at hiding it.  Their fucking problem, though, not mine.  (Although this is why horses are so awesome.  They don't care what I do or don't look like.)

Jeggings people, they're a bad idea.  This so needs to end already.  I don't care what size someone is or isn't, these jegging things should be put on a rocket and launched out past Pluto and forgotten about.

I'm going to take my bitchtastic self in there and make toothpaste now because my toothpaste is so wonderful.

Delightful visit was delightful.

It was Wednesday evening when Army Monkey and his adorable wife arrived with their two cats.  Fortunately, the way this house is, we were able to have space for our two cats in a third of the house and their cats in the other two thirds of the house, so no cat fights here.

They stayed Wednesday night on their way from Further Out West to their New Civilian Life Down South.  (While where they lived in Colorado was lovely, neither were fond of the cold weather.  Both are happy to be heading back down to the Deep South.)

Thursday morning was breakfast of coffee, milk, juice, a double batch of sour cream biscuits, and sausage gravy.  I also threw an herbed pork loin into the crock pot for supper.  Since Football Monkey never misses school, it was decided it would be okay for him to skip school that day since he doesn't get to see Army Monkey and His Wife very often.  The College Monkey only had one class, so while he went to his class, the rest of us loaded up and went to look at the new house.

Once College Monkey was done with class, we all met up at a favorite place to eat lunch.  The two younger monkeys came home and the rest of us paid a little visit to the liquor store nearby.  Everyone was talking about a food coma, but 

Because this was such an awesome post, there needs to be some bitching included.  I don't gaf who you are, jeggings are a bad idea, whether you're a hundred pound stick or weigh three hundred pounds and look like a stuffed sausage in your jeggings/leggings/whatever the fuck it is they're called these days.  Stop with the madness, people.  Please.  I'm all for not giving a fuck what anyone else thinks and dressing to be comfortable, however a little respect for other people's eyes/sanity needs to be taken into consideration.  No, I'm not turning into the fashion police.  Yes, I am going to bitch about this because well, my fucking blog, my fucking posts, my fucking content.  If you don't like it, please feel free to click the back button, and don't forget to burn your tights/jeggings on the way out.