How Did You Spend Your Spring Break?

Checking birth certificate. Then we are off to get our driver's permit. What a glorious day under God's heaven!

Paperwork in perfect order

Arriving at the Texas Department of Safety, 11:00 A.M. This should be a breeze....even if I pull number 12....and they are currently serving number 82. The wait will be worth it.

If you don't have your Social Security card, we can't help you. It doesn't matter that you have a military ID with your picture and SS # on it....because you aren't active duty. Besides, your grandmother is getting on my nerves.......NEXT!

Sad, but true.....we drive up to Temple Texas, and await a duplicate Social Security card.

It's 3:00 P.M. on the last day of my Spring Break....I'm in my second Texas Department of Safety office, because we dare not go back to the first office... and my grandmother has been told over and over, not to take pictures.

If my grandmother takes one more picture, they are gonna arrest her. Then I guess I'll have to drive her car home. Oh well!

YES!! I can now legally drive JJ around the neighborhood. Now, can we get some stimulus money to fix these potholes?

As usual, the Pretty Princess wins out in the end, and the whole Kingdom rejoices!

SLEEPING IN THE PRINCESS ROOM

***Big Brother Update***
It was fantastic last night with April leaving! She can't wait to party with Libra...right! While I still like Renny, her actions and bold moves, like asking Dan, Keesha and Memphis if they would be pawns was a bit unsettling. Right now Dan is my favorite to win. That can change, but I don't think so. Does anyone else notice the close alliance that Michelle and Memphis have? I don't know if it's apparent on the show, or just from watching BBAD. The both are up to no good. The Head of Household comp was long! I won't give it away because several of you get totally ticked, so you'll find out Sunday night....not a word out of my lips...ummm blog.

Before driving up to Temple, the city between me and Wacko, home of the Dr. Pepper Museum.... for my sleep study, I joined a couple of my fellow inmates here at the compound neighbors for a late afternoon swim. (yes I'm the queen of run-on sentences) We weren't in the water ten minutes when the sky took an ugly turn...



You've seen those "Life comes at you fast" commercials? Well, that's exactly how storms come at you in Texas!

That was my cue to get on the road and head on out to my sleepover. I arrived right at 7 PM, and was met by Gary, my technician.

He escorted me to my room...the Princess Room. The other side of the room had a dresser, TV and my very own thermostat for climate control, and a nice big private bathroom. The ceiling had a smoked glass dome that encased a 360 degree camera. Gary told me that he could not see me in the bathroom....like I trust him.

Yeah, like I was born yesterday......I guess he didn't see my Big Brother tote bag!!

After a snack of fresh fruit, and filling out paperwork, waiving my right to sue the Hospital or Gary if I got hit by lightning or electrocuted, I was wired.

Is this not the scariest creature you've ever seen on a blog? I had Gary take this picture in the event my next of kin needed documentation. I had a zillion electrodes screwed into my scalp, my face had about thirty thousand wires taped to it, and things were shoved up my nostrils. My inner thighs were wired...and I had a laser light on my right pinkie.

I had no problem sleeping. The mattress was part memory foam and I could have stayed forever. In the morning Gary brought me a croissant and a cup of coffee. I love Gary, so I'm going back in two months.

TROPICAL THUNDER REVIEW

Boy what a day. I had an early morning pre-appointment in Temple...the city south of Wacko Texas. For some reason it takes eighty five hundred pre-appointments to prepare you for the real appointment. Are you wondering why this is necessary? Can you say money...as in co-pay.....like eighty five hundred copays? I'm convinced that the better your medical insurance is, the more pre-appointments you are required to have.

None of these pre-appointments required any lab work or imaging...just take my vitals and chit chat. I think if they had to treat me without insurance, I would have been in and out in one huge appointment. My real appointment is this coming Wednesday night. I'm having a sleepover.

I have to bring my own snacks! No alcohol. microwave popcorn?

I can bring my own Pillow. I want my memory foam topper

bring my own jammies, no silk or satin, baby dolls?

Maintain usual habits, can I bring my laptop?

I leave my appointment and as I step outside, it's raining cats and dogs!

........and I'm wearing flip flops.

I drive back to see Paul before going to the movies. Paul was busy with two women, so Antonio helped me with my GPS functions. Paul came over to say Hi, and seemed pretty excited that some of my readers gave him a shout out! No, not you Nick!

I left for the theatre. Perfect timing.
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Tropical Thunder was so-so. I hate to say that, because the trailers were so good, and it's been a long time coming to the theatres. Most of the humor was in the trailers, so the rest was redundant. Lots of fart talk, and farts in general.

The attempt at gore was over the top. The fake stuff like blood and guts was too slapstick. What looked like thirty pounds of mangled hot dogs swimming in ketchup doesn't make for good open wounds.

The funny parts were funny, but they kept repeating the same thing. The ending was more than predictable too. I felt sad that Tom Cruise has been knocked down a notch to a cameo, highly masqueraded role.

I did take note that Nick Nolte, one of my favorite actors from years past.....

looked just as bad in Tropical Thunder as he did in his mug shot.

No thumbs, maybe 3 out of 5 stars.

FRIDAY MATINEE ON MONDAY

Tomorrow I have a doctor's appointment in the morning in Temple...that's about 26.3 miles away. When I get back, I want to see this!

Tropic Thunder.......Another Ben Stiller movie. I have to admit, I'm giving him several chances to redeem himself this year. This is it! You hear me Ben? Ok, I'm joking, just stay cute.

I also have to stop in at the ATT store to see Paul. He said he'd help me figure out the GPS on my new Blackjack. If I get up early enough I'll stop in to get that done before the doctor's appointment, so I can test it out. It wouldn't do me much good using it to go to the movies, because it's across the street from ATT.

Hi Paul.... What would I do without Paul.

Big brother fans, don't forget to vote for this weeks eviction. Renny is being weird, don't you think? Asking her alliance members to be pawns....what was she thinking? I think she will be on everyone's short list....

I AM WOMAN HEAR ME SNORE

or as my oldest granddaughter said, "Grandma, you scare me"

So today I was up at the crack of dawn, heading 30 miles up the road to Temple Texas...which is half way to lovely Whacko Waco Texas. I had the first appointment of the day for a consultation with a sleep specialist. Can you imagine? Specializing in sleep? I wonder what jobs like that pay because hello? I specialize in eating.

After filling out the multi-page medical history stuff, that I strongly objected to since they can get that from any number of departments within their organization. It seems redundant to me when they can make copies so everyone knows when I had hemorrhoid surgery my tonsils out.

It was determined that I should undergo a sleep study. Report at seven in the evening, after dinner, because they don't feed you, get wired, then try to sleep all night while being monitored. I hate the idea of people watching me sleep and snore, if in fact I really do, on a 42 inch Sony HDTV. I return in August for this event.

On my drive home, I have a few landmarks that I use to determine whether or not I'm making good time. Does anyone else do that? Like when you pass Jack-in-the-Box, do you look to see if it took you twelve minutes like last time? No? I try to reach this same landmark at the 20 minute point.
It's the water tower that beckons drivers to Dog Ridge, TX. Some day I will get off the highway and drive around because I'm really curious about what is there.

Then I stop at this place to pick up some groceries. Other than this place, the only other option is Wally World.
My grandkids told me H.E.B. stands for Her Enormous Butt. I wonder.

I made it home in time to go for a quick swim then go out to lunch with a friend...to the newly opened Golden Corral. Oh yum. Can life get any more exciting?