To Julie, On Her Very Special Day

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S.U.B.D.

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Date: Wed, 15 Sep 1999 20:14:45 -0700 (PDT)
From: katy parrott
To: cjparrott@Harding.edu
Subject: S.U.B.D.

Dear Christy,

I'm writting to inform you that the S.U.B.D. is now in full swing and will in fact, be monitoring you actions involving you selection of dresses for the wedding.

The S.U.B.D. ,Stop Ugly Bridesmaid Dresses, is a non-profit organization that has been put into effect to stop the spread of ugly bridesmaid dresses. S.U.B.D. also offers a support group to help those that have suffered from such things as ugly dresses. Please go through the following check list to see if such a group could be beneficial to you;

1. have you ever stood in front of a mirror and cried at the sight of the dress you were wearing.?
2. have you ever actually thought that a butt bow could only IMPROVE the dress you were wearing?
3. have you ever been forced to wear a dress in one of the following shades; pukey purple-lilac or a creamy mold-sage?

If you answered "yes" to any of the following then this group may be right for you. And temember I'm not only the president of the S.U.B.D. I'm also a member.

Sincerely The President Of The S.U.B.D.,

Katy Parrott

A Love Story

This is a story of love.

The story of a dove.

She made her home on our porch fan.

And won't leave, despite heroic efforts by Dan.

For Mrs. Dove, as she has been named,

lives a life of what we have blamed,

As a woman of the night.

Oh yes, a woman of the night.

For Mrs. Dove, you see,

Has gentleman callers a-plenty.

She doesn't learn, that one

That her actions cause a bun (in the oven).

And so she sits on her eggs

Until they hatch and find their legs (or wings).

And then she does it all again,

She takes a visit from one of her "men".

So the cycle repeats,

Because gentleman callers she greets,

As a woman of the night.

Oh yes, a woman of the night.

Day of Rest?

Most days, I consider myself a fairly patient wife. Take for example when my sweet husband Jay announced that he wanted to tour these United States of America on tandem motorcycles. I gamely told him I would buy chaps. However, on this very rainy Sunday, Jay ran through the kitchen and this is what I heard. "ThisisthelasttimeIwalkintheraintogettotheshop!Thanksyourethebest!" Then, when I went down to my laundry room, this is what I saw.
Yep, it's a trap door to man land.

Nu-uh

No lie, this was taken today at HEB. They forgot the all-important "z", but still.

I. Love. Texas.

New Product!

I thought of the girls in our family recently. I think this would be a great product that we could all get a lot of use from. Maybe we can buy bulk and get a discount? It's important to have one for every occassion, you know, in different shades and sizes.

Vet story

Here's another little tidbit while I'm online and NOT renewing my CPR certification as was the original plan. Just a warning: If discussion of anal gland drainage from dogs disturbs you, this is not the blog posting for you. OK. Here's how it went down. Daisy, the giant hound dog was having an epic battle with her anal glands and copious drainage (nasty but true). After finding evidence of such in my sewing room I immediately phoned the vet for some anal gland touch ups. Naturally I had EB and Miles in tow. When we arrived at the vet's office there was the worlds largest bull dog sitting in his owners lap. The very nice lady who owned the bull dog smiled sweetly and we exchanged pleasantries. This is while things were still good. Miles who is normally sort of quiet until he assesses someone looked that woman in the eye and said "Guess why we're here. We are going to get out dog milked!" The woman's smile faltered but she recovered and said something along the lines of "isn't that nice". I wanted to shush him but got kind of tickled and gave him gum to occupy his mouth.
Luckily we were called in next. The vet checked Daisy's temperature with an ear thermometer which apparently triggered something in Miles' mind because the next thing I know, he is saying "Do you know what? Sometimes when I put my finger in my ear I get stuff out! And do you know what it is? It's meat! Red Meat!" The vet looked at Miles and then me and continued her assessment of nasty hound dog. (Who at this point has been diagnosed with a yeast infection in her ear.) Moving on down the assessment line, the vet has finally made it to the original problem area when Miles once again pipes up, "She is going to need medicine for her mouth too. Because when that stuff came out, she ate it!" The vet tried valiently to keep her composure but sometimes it's got to be hard...
And that's all I have for today. Please enjoy.

Back on the social scene

Katy and I are officially back in the social scene after one month of self induced crafting seclusion. Blueb Fest is done and we are excited to see everyone again. Thanks for limiting your rude comments and eye rolling to only occasionally! Actually thanks for everybody's help. Here are before and after pictures of my living room. Actually- there are no after pictures. You already know what the living room normally looks like. It's just that the before pictures were so bad!