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Tuesday, October 16, 2012

Ok..this is ridiculous!

We sure don't mean to ignore the blog for so long but there are only so many hours in a day. We all wish we didn't need the 4 hours of sleep we manage to sneak in but it happens whether we like it or not.
Well...We want to start feeding this puppy so it grows. We have asked Dawn Edwards
 to help us with some fun projects and designs for you all to try
 and hopefully gain some inspiration. I don't know how many of you are familiar
 with Dawn's work ...but she is awesome.
You can check out some of her beautiful creations at
  Very soon she will be putting up some of her projects here.
 We will be giving step by step instructions and pictures
for those of you that want to try them yourselves.
We also have some of the tips we share on Kathryn's and Laura's shows
that some of you may have missed so we 
will post them here so you can refer back to them whenever you feel the need
So ..please keep checking back and we will have all kinds of fun for everyone.
Tomorrow I will post some  updated Kitty pictures.
 They are really grown up and so sweet.

            I hope you get a giggle out of this...I was crying I was laughing so hard....
This was sent to me by our dear friend Texie Nfong
Thanks Texie!

When you have to visit a public bathroom, you usually find
 a line of women, so you smile politely and take your place.
Once it's your turn, you check for feet under the stall doors.
Every stall is occupied. Finally, a door opens and you dash in,
nearly knocking down the woman leaving the stall.
You get in to find the door won't latch. It doesn't matter,
the wait has been so long you are about to wet your pants!
 The dispenser for the modern "seat covers"
(invented by someone's Mom, no doubt)
 is handy, but empty. You would hang your purse
 on the door hook, if there was one, but there isn't -
 so you carefully, but quickly drape it around your neck,
(Mom would turn over in her grave if you put it on the FLOOR!),
yank down your pants, and assume " The Stance."
 In this position your aging, toneless
(God I should have gone to the gym!!!) thigh muscles begin to shake.
You'd love to sit down, but you certainly hadn't taken time
to wipe the seator lay toilet paper on it, so you hold
"The Stance". To take your mind off your trembling thighs,
you reach for what you discover to be the empty toilet
paper dispenser.In your mind, you can hear
your mother's voice saying,
 "Honey, if you had tried to clean the seat,
you would have KNOWN there was no toilet paper!
 “Your thighs shake more.
You remember the tiny tissue that you blew your nose on yesterday
-the one that's still in your purse.
(Oh yeah, the purse around your neck, that now,
you have to hold up trying not to strangle yourself at the same time).
That will have to do. You crumple it in the puffiest way possible.
 It's still smaller than your thumbnail.
Someone pushes your door open because the latch doesn't work.
The door hits your purse, which is hanging around your neck
in front of your chest, and you and your purse topple backward
against the tank of the toilet. "Occupied!" you scream,
as you reach for the door, dropping your precious, tiny,
crumpled tissue in a puddle on the floor,
lose your footing altogether,
and slide down directly onto the TOILET SEAT.
It is wet of course. You bolt up, knowing all too well
 that it's too late.
Your bare bottom has made contact with every imaginable germ
and life form on the uncovered seat because
YOU never laid down toilet paper
 -not that there was any, even if you had taken time to try.
You know that your mother would be utterly appalled
 if she knew,  because, you're certain her
bare bottom never touched a public toilet seat because,
 frankly, dear,
 "You just don't KNOW what kind of diseases you could get".
 By this time, the automatic sensor on the back of the toilet
 is so confused that it flushes, propelling a stream of
 water like a fire hose against the inside of the bowl
 that sprays a fine mist of water that covers your butt
and runs down your legs and into your shoes.
The flush somehow sucks everything down with
such force that you  grab onto the empty toilet paper
 dispenser for fear of being dragged in too
At this point, you give up.. You're soaked by the
spewing water and the wet toilet seat.
You're e-x-h-a-u-s-t-e-d.
You try to wipe with a gum wrapper you found
 in your pocketand then slink out inconspicuously to the sinks.
You can't figure out how to operate the faucets
with the automatic sensors, you wipe your hands with spit and a
dry paper towel
 and walk past the line of women still waiting.
You are no longer able to smile politely to them.
 A kind soul at the very end of the line points out
 a piece of toilet paper trailing from your shoe.
 (Where was that when you NEEDED it??)
You yank the paper from your shoe,
plunk it in the woman's hand and tell her warmly,
"Here, you just might need this".
As you exit, you spot your hubby,
who has long since entered, used, and left the men's restroom.
 Annoyed, he asks,
 “What took you so long and why is
your purse hanging around your neck?"
 This is dedicated to women everywhere who deal with a
public restrooms (rest??? you've GOT to be kidding!!).
It finally explains to the men what really does take us so long.
It also answers their other commonly asked questions
about why women go to the restroom in pairs.
It’s so the other gal can hold the door, hang onto your purse,
 and hand you Kleenex under the door! 
 A friend Is Like A Good Bra... Hard to find...
 Comfortable ... Always Lifts You Up...
Never Lets You Down, or Leaves You Hanging,
And Is Always Close To Your Heart!!!


  1. LO freaking L!!!!! Im saving this.

  2. I have been this person lol - who was watching???? Hilarious!! and nice to see you're back blogging again. Looking forward to it.

  3. No worries at all, Hun.
    Having just recently started my own blog I know all too well how time just slips away, you look up, and you haven't posted in a week (or 2)! Looking forward to the projects and keeping up with you again!
    Have a great day!

  4. Who had a camera on me during my last trip to the "rest" room? HA and I'm not above asking the person in the next stall to hand me paper, either. The only thing she forgot was the part about not being able to turn around inside so you can close the door. Obviously built by men who don't need to turn around. You have to straddle the pot in order to close the door. Also, does anyone else try to balance their purchases on top of their purse which is balanced on the empty toilet paper holder? Thanks for sharing this as I needed a good laugh and to know I'm not alone at least not alone in the "rest"room! Mary Werner

  5. Wow! I have not laughed that long and hard in years. Thanks for sharing.


  6. rofl, i laugh so hard every time i read it. Looking forward to the projects

  7. OK OK OK I think every woman alive would relate to this because its so darn true.LOL thank you so much for a much needed laugh!

  8. Wonderful hearty laugher which is definitely welcomed!!! Thanks for sharing this!