Jumping Through Hoops!

Am I jumping through hoops you ask?

Can you say Alley-Oop!

 

Between Blogger continuing to be a real PITA challenge, upcoming events, and life throwing a few unexpected curve balls in the direction of the Casita de Trash...I'd say I'm the star of this Dog And Pony Side-Show!

Watch me pull a rabbit outta my hat!

I'm busy gathering the best crap quality merchandise I can for my space and I know all the vendors at Winnie & Tulula's are doing the same.  We had such a great time last year (think cake and champagne) and this year's promises to be just as much fun!

The original Paper Cowgirls Art Retreat is coming up in June as well.  This year I'm pickled tink to be included on Vendor Night!  'Course this means more work for moi and I'm knee deep and up to my armpits in alligators, digging in boxes for things I've been hoarding saving for just the right occasion...and I do believe this is the market place for my treasures!  I'm excited, but a little overwhelmed.  I've never done a one-day-down-and-dirty event before, but hopefully a smile and my wares will carry me through!

 I know I promised y'all a prom, but failed to deliver.  Trust me...it takes a lot for me to bypass a party, but on top of everything that's going on in my life right now...I just couldn't pull it off.  I promise y'all up and down to make it up in the future...pinkie swear!

In the meantime, I'll be out of the picture and off the computer until sometime towards the end of June.  I hate it, but when you get to be my age...you gotta learn to compromise!  Even Superman has his Kryptonite...mine just happens to be SADD!

I promise I'll be back...even if the last hoop I jump through is on fire!

(Happy Birthday SweetT...one day late!)

(Thank you April and Shawn for my beautiful birthday cake!)

CAUTION: Chocolate may cause jumpiness!

Forget Botox...y'all wanta know what the fountain of youth really is?

It's sweet German chocolate and a really sweet ol' tom cat who still knows how to make this kitty-cat purr on her 60 39th birthday.  Yeah buddy...those two things can keep a gal young forever!

Y'all gotta admit any man who will leave work early, travel 85 miles to West to a certain chubby lady's favorite haunt just to purchase her favorite catnip can only go by one name.

And Y'all wonder why I call him Cat Daddy?

Maybe it's 'cause I think he's pretty PUR-R-R-FECT!

Gosh...I feel like a kitten again!  Somebody toss me a ball of yarn...but first let me lick the chocolate off my fingertips!

Thank you Cat Daddy for stickin' around to share make this a very special birthday for me!

Love you and can't wait to see what mischief you got planned for the rest of the day...

'cause you never fail to surprise me!

Every day truly is an adventure with you in the driver's seat!

AHH...GERMAN CHOCOLATE CUPCAKES...

THE BREAKFAST OF CHAMPIONS!!!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!!!

Are You Ready To Jump, Jive and Wail?

May is a busy, busy month here at the Casita de Trash.  Seems like there is more to do during this month than when I'm getting ready for the Greatest Show On Dirt!

The calendar is already crowded with Mother's Day, the Oldest Melon-Head, Sister Trash, and Grayzilla's birthdays...not to mention moi's, but throw in graduation parties, showers and a gazillion upcoming projects (have I mentioned I'm going to be representing at Vendor Night during the Paper Cowgirl's Art Retreat?) and you've got yourself one Mama Kitty in much need of a siesta!

Time flies, but I don't!  For some strange reason, I'm not as quick as I used to be.  Couldn't be my age...after all...I'm only 38 (she glibly says with her fingers crossed behind her back).

Truth is...and I'm only sharing this with you 'cause I know you won't reveal my secret, I'll be..gulp...60 on Thursday.

(Gosh, if I say it real fast like...doesn't sound nearly so bad.)

To prove I'm not ready for a rocking chair...YET...when my family asked what I wanted for my birthday, I didn't think twice before answering...DANCING!

Because they love me and indulge me in my flights of fancy (or maybe to humor me in my old age), they agreed to have a party...with dancing. 'Course I got a coupla looks like I had lost my everlovin' mind, but it's the one thing I love with a passion.  I may not have been a Rockette, but in my heyday, I could shake my tail feathers with the best of 'em and this ol' hen still has a little shake left in her...even if her feathers are a trifle dusty!  Talk about dust...just put on Silver Wings, a little Ray Price, and a whole lotta CCR...then stand back and watch it fly!

AH-CHOO!!!  

I still want to have a LX Blowout Senior Prom with y'all as well, but that darn time thing is getting in the way of my party planning.  For some one with SADD*, trying to plan TWO parties is an exercise in futility and since I plan on getting plenty of exercise Saturday night dancing with my hunkahunka burning love, I've decided to hold my Senior Prom, Monday, May 23.  The 23rd is Grayzilla's birthday so still plenty of reason to celebrate...like I ever need an excuse to party!

So boys and girls...here's the plan.  I want to see YOUR senior photos.  Send 'em to me or post 'em...either one...just do it by or on the 23rd.  If you want to dress you or a mannequin up...fine by me.  If you want to post a photo of you as a senior at your prom...fine too!  If you just want to show a photo of yourelf at graduation...I ain't gonna stop you!  I encourage creativity and thrive on y'alls...having none myself.

*SADD...SQUIRREL ATTENTION DEFICIENCY DISORDER

Here's our golden opportunity to relive our glory days or create new ones...it's all up to you!

If you have a senior graduating...be my guest to take this opportunity to brag a little.  Heck...let's make this a fun ride in my magic time machine...whaddaya say?

Now since this is my special birthday and since I make the rules...you know what?  Rules...we don't need no stinkin' rules...'cept to have a crazy good time!  What do y'all think?  You like?  Let me know and we'll call it a date!  Please don't stand me up.  Think of my age and remember...my heart couldn't take it!

  (BTW, I wasn't the Prom Queen (I was robbed), but I might crown a Ms. Geritol, Mr. AARP or Best Senior Moment just to add a little TnT to the big blowout!)

Start sifting through those old photographs.  Girls...dig out (or run buy) a vintage prom dress.  Boys...find a powder blue tux with matching cumberbund.  Everybody...get yourself a date (real or imaginary...just not your cousin) and let's party like it's 1969! 

Oooh...and just for fun...buy yourself a glittery wrist corsage!  I'm thinking orchids!

See you on the 23rd...if not sooner!

(All the above photos are of my space at Winnie & Tulula's...just in case y'all were wondering!)

Did Blogger Jump The Shark?

Ah Blogger...you little mischief maker!  You've been mighty busy for the last two days playing hide and seek with my posts.   I found my posts, but I don't think my comments heard the "Ollie, Ollie, Outs In Free". 

You can try and shut me up Blogger, but better men than you have tried and failed...just ask Cat Daddy!  I'm still here and I'm still talking.  In fact, I've got so much to say, I'm talking over at my other blog Do Over as well...so stuff that in your HTML and sit on it!

Dear readers...if you'd like to sit on it too...pull up a chair and pop on over to read my latest entry to Tricia's Friday Fiction.  While you're at it...visit Trish to read all the other great short stories linked up.

In the meantime...

Oh where, oh where has my little post gone?

Oh where, oh where can it be?

With my words cut short, but my tale cut long,

Oh where, oh where can it be?

Jumping Over The Candlestick

I'm still playing catch up here at the ol' Casita de Trash, but I had promised y'all a final installment to "As The Wheel Turns" and here is the grand finale.  What better way to wrap up my Round Top Round-Up than talking about one of my favorite people...ever!

I've made it pretty clear in other posts how crazy I am for Janet and her amazing family.  Imagine my joy at being invited to the celeb-filled event of her Golden Birthday Party ( at her friend Karen's beautiful home and gardens, Hickory Hill Country Inn) held under the Texas stars.

Janet had only one request...that all party goers wear white.  My girl knows how to stage a photo-op like no other!  Tell me now...what woman doesn't look her best in candlelight...the Magic Eraser of wrinkles?  It was Fab U Lous to say the least!

(I'd be remiss at this point if I failed to mention that Peg and Janet share a birthday.  What a perfect Mother's Day gift to receive!)

(Mama Peg, Janet and Sister Mo)

It's no secret I love this family with all my heart....and with good reason. They're all a source of inspiration for me and if they would but choose to adopt me...I'd gladly be Auntie Trash to the whole kit and caboodle.  Heck, who am I kidding...I'd be Granny Trash!  Just say the words House of Jones....just say the words!

(Janet said she didn't want presents...BUT hmmm...funny thing.  Seems the price of admission was a white butter pat...imagine that!  Coinkydink...I think not!)

Janet did a beautiful post on turning...ahem...50 and while reading it, I was reminded of why aging is a necessary (and some might say) evil part of life. Think about it.  If we were to stay 21 forever, we'd lose the opportunity to complete who we're meant to be and to revel in the freedom of being able to do (and say) as we darn well please.  That supreme right of passage, my friends, only comes with years...and lots of 'em.  It also reminded me I'll be turning 60 39 next week...(like I could forget that number...or would even want to)!

Needless to say...May is my month to celebrate, all 31 days of it.  Each one of these days are special birthday gifts from God.  My plan is to rejoice in all of them and I will...you betchur ever-lovin' boots I will...with praise and thanksgiving!  Can you hear me smiling?

(All photos were stolen borrowed from The Red Door, Talk Sweet Talk and Red.Neck Chic.)

My dear friend Laura (who by-the-by will be turning 60 39 as well) and I were discussing this very subject not too long ago.  We knew we needed something special to commemorate such an auspicious event, when she suddenly thought of a Senior Prom.  Ohmylanta...I was on this like a duck on a June bug.  I mean c'mon people...y'all know me...right?  Party is my middle name and a Senior Prom (minus Depends) sounded pretty cool.  So guess what boys and girls?  Yeppers...if y'all are a-thinking what I'm a-thinking...a Senior Prom it is for May 19th!  Cake, dancing, big ol' prom dresses with enough birthday candles to make us all look 29 and all the makings of a major blow-out for the granddaddy grandmama of a LX blow-out of 2011!

Put this date...May 19...on your day planner.  I'll be giving you more 411 as the date draws near!  Janet has set the bar high for a stand-out party, but for those of you that have attended one of my soirees in the past can attest...this chubby, old young-at-heart lady can throwdown a Texasified hoedown with the best of 'em!

(The Jones Clan)

There's a whole lot of shakin' going on here on my hill and I'll be talking 'bout that later, but for now...I'll close with one last birthday wish for Janet...

Never...ever...change!

As my good friend Billy Joel said...

I love you just the way you are!

Jumpin' Jiminy Crickets!

YAY FOR ME!!!

I'm officially deloused!  The oldest melon head came over and cleaned up my act computer so I'm free to blog, comment and e-mail without covering my nose first!

Y'all know what that means...right?

I'll be back to talking my fool head off toot sweet!  I've got some catching up to do with so much to talk about including a belated birthday post, Ki's visit and just my usual yakkity-yakking.

In the meantime, if you've missed the sound of my voice, I've written a short story on my other blog, Do Over.  I've linked it to The Domestic Fringe's Friday Fiction.  If you're feeling brave and get a chance to read it...please be kind and don't point out my mistakes...kay?

Remember...my le boo boos could be someone's sweet, little, ol' Grammar!

BUH DUMP DUMP...TISH!!!

Jumping Up And Down With Joey!

(Photo courtesy of Robelyn...Joey's sister from another mister...lol!)

It's gonna take more than some cruddy bugs to try and stop me from wishing a big ol' Happy Birthday to the second most important man in my life!  He says he's 39, but heck...that just can't be possible 'cause as y'all well know...I'm only 38!

Just look at that face!  Ain't he something folks?

Happy Birthday Jo Jo!

Mama loves you!!!

MAY THE FOURTH BE WITH YOU!!!