WILD LIFE INVASIONS

Recently, yesterday I was telling you all about the deer that wandered, aimlessly lost overran the Spa where I live.

The incident reminded Grandma J that she was living in the wilderness, just one hundred yards from a major intrastate highway known as FM 2410. This has huge significance since FM stands for Farm to Market in Texas and other wilderness states.

Will all the excitement of wildlife fading like Grandma J's hair from brown to grey into the past, Grandma J moved on with her plans for the day. Plans like taking A-Ron and his sister to the mall for a day of shopping and good Mexican food at En Fuego. Little did she know that her close encounter with Mother Nature's beasts was far from over......

As she started to get dressed, she felt some itching in her chest area. Glancing inside her bra, revealed a colony of ants. Holy mother of all living things!



Grandma J, quickly stripped down looked in her drawer full of "delicates" to see the whole Texas Colony of ants partying down like they were at a Victoria's Secret Grand Opening Gala.



Being quick on her feet, she sprayed the inside of the drawer with Raid Flying Insect stuff, then emptied the draw with her hands, and sprayed the inside of the empty drawer with more Raid Flying Insect stuff.....because that's all she had.



Next, she shook out all the infested "delicates" and then put them in the wash, and Swiffered up the ants' remains.



Please don't pay any attention to the dust.....I Swiffered the whole room, and I have a couple good reasons for the huge amount of dust amidst the ant corpses.

1. Construction dust in the AC vents.

2. Hello? Did you forget about Grandma J's dependency on Vicodin lack of a working knee, rendering her unfit for housework?

After a productive visit to the mall, it was back home to box up some special purchases to ship to 1SG John in Iraq.

And of course to veg out.....before heading out to the ball park.

And practice for the AAU South TX Regional Chmpionship Track & Field National Qualifier, July 16-18 in Round Rock TX. That Grandma J will sadly miss because she'll be at the VA Blogfest.

Even JJ was vegging out....too pooped for playtime......

You think? NOT!

DUST YOUR BOOTIES

.......or bootie your dust.

I love new products, and when I see something on TV that looks interesting I make a mental note to make sure Vince from ShamWow isn't pitching it check it out.

This morning I saw these.......

Duster Mop Slippers
They looked like they might do the job. You know, I could just slide and shimmy along the kitchen floor to get my coffee refills in the morning....then slide into the bathroom to go potty and stuff....and my floors would be clean...Swiffer be damned!

The more I thought about them, the more convinced I was that they might just do the trick. How on earth could these be a gimmick?

Now this pair, with a bit of pledge could make my tables look pretty good. Just jump on up and skate around on top of them. Of course if I had a zillion sq. feet of hardwood floors like Heart Shaped Hedges, I'd buy a couple pairs. I think these are the ones I want. Because I don't have a housekeeper like Pumpkin.

I don't have any little babies or I might be tempted to get these....

Do you think people really get Baby Duster Booties? For their babies? For real?