Regal,elegant,gentle girl, everything you would want in a dog.
Maude , Brian's dog, loves Abby and takes care of her when her sonar goes wonky.
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Saturday, July 31, 2010
Friday, July 30, 2010
The small shall command the earth
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Need a chuckle?
OMG, I laughed until I needed to change my depends. She never disappoints and her new blog that offers any of us the vehicle to speak from the non paper trained brain we sadly keep weighed down with who our mommas wanted us to be in public. Go, my children, get brave, crazy, articulate your story and we will gasp in delight and laugh...oh .... we will laugh in appreciation of your turn of phrase. Here you can say what you want and not get your ass sued....go on try it.
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Sunday, July 25, 2010
Air conditioning on???
OK...love you too. Change channel to Westminister dog show and for Gods sake don't touch the airconditioner. See you later.
Friday, July 23, 2010
OOOOHHHHHBOY.........
Things were going just peachy. I was happily putting away my new beads, listening to a bit of Train, Pink and Oh Brother Where Art Thou when the first wave of belly pain and nausea hit.WTH....all I had eaten all day was a cupcake and Tim's coffee, granted I finished off the 7 hour old coffee with cream on my way home from Myrle's. It was still hot. HOT!!!That should have raised a few alarms but I was in a daze that usually only occurs with Bernard Callibault and slugged the brew back.6 hours later, I was having an in depth discussion with the great white biffy. OD lovingly checked up on me while gulping down his all time fav....milk tomato soup. This family recipe of canned tomatos, milk and baking soda turns a delightful frothy orange as the baking soda fizzes away, making a foam that has a startling glistening quality.....ooooohhhhh boy!!!!!
Thursday, July 22, 2010
A day at Crystal Beach
Spent the day with Myrle sorting through the acres of crystal she has bought in China on line. I went home with a carload of shiney things, leaving her with a token payment, much gratitude and apparantly several proposals of marriage from available Asian bead merchants.........
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Full Day
Since it is again 32++++ today and again I am hot and sweating and cranky and needing copious amounts of salt so have eaten an entire bag of salt and vinegar chips....the extreme variety....and now can't talk or drink because of my swollen burned tongue....and am forced for medicinal purposes to eat a container of M&M's Maple walnut icecream...I have taken to my bed to recover while listening to John Mayer, Leonard the god Cohan, and Johnny Cash....it's been a full....get the joke....full....ha...ha...I so kill me...day. Oh yeh...and listening to this as well.....Big Girls are beautiful....so fitting today.
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
What do you do when it's hot?
Perhaps it's because I heard the call that a true dedicated artist hears and hurried to answer ....or I got a huge order for bracelets from DKNY and have been working the needle to the bone...or it's hot. Excruciatingly, deodorant is useless, touch me and you die kind of hot. OD finds the air conditioning superfluous and cold%$#@#$%^&^%$#@ What about touch me and you die did you not understand? Yes I am in the basement studio for.....WHAT...EV..ERR
Sunday, July 18, 2010
The Band.....Turn up the volume and...say no more
Give yourself a gift....watch the Last Waltz and prepare to be entertained by Neil, Joannie, Ronnie and the great Band led by Levon Helms.
Saturday, July 17, 2010
Please let me try
I have wanted to be this mans apprentice for as long as I have known him and coveted all his really neat stuff. He does not want an apprentice, a helper, a watcher, or a cleaner upper.He works alone. I tell him many people feel they are alone when I am in the room but he says goodbye and closes the door......
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Passing the Baton
My Grandmother taught my mother (Nana) who was The fastest I have ever seen and then Mom taught me and I taught Laurie,whom I can beat in the dark, then I taught Sarah, who is starting to beat me. We, the woman never teach the men because of the whining,lack of co'ordination, poor reflexes and whining...whining....whining. Pounce, a womans game,always was and always should be.
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
You are my sunshine
OD: What do you plan to make for dinner?
MOI: Why?
OD: Will Ron be able to eat it?
MOI: Ron who?
OD: Ron Garter
MOI: Why?
OD: He's arriving at 2 and staying a couple of days
MOI: %$#@#$%^&*
MOI: Why?
OD: Will Ron be able to eat it?
MOI: Ron who?
OD: Ron Garter
MOI: Why?
OD: He's arriving at 2 and staying a couple of days
MOI: %$#@#$%^&*
Friday, July 09, 2010
Pot Lucks suck
Am I the only one who feels the pain only a Pot Luck brings? its 38 C today with expectations tomorrow....Gyro annual summer party, to hit the 40's and it's a Potluck...CRAP! I don't feel like breathing until 8:30ish PM and like cooking until around 11. This fun in the sun starts at 3!!!!!3333333#@$%&^%$#....not the best time of day for a cranky menopausal sweating, flushed, and I might add almost naked lady. WTF are they thinking....an event planned by the men no doubt.
Thursday, July 08, 2010
Wednesday, July 07, 2010
Monday, July 05, 2010
Thank you, ladies of the Jury
ADVICE FROM A RETIRED HUSBAND
It is important for men to remember that, as women grow older, it becomes harder for them to maintain the same quality of housekeeping as when they were younger. When you notice this, try not to yell at them. Some are oversensitive, and there's nothing worse than an oversensitive woman.
My name is Ron. Let me relate how I handled the situation with my wife, Carol Anne. When I retired a few years ago, it became necessary for Carol Anne to get a full-time job, along with her part-time job, both for extra income and for the health benefits that we needed. Shortly after she started working, I noticed she was beginning to show her age. I usually get home from the golf club about the same time she gets home from work.
Although she knows how hungry I am, she almost always says she has to rest for half an hour or so before she starts dinner. I don't yell at her. Instead, I tell her to take her time and just wake me when she gets dinner on the table. I generally have lunch in the Men's Grill at the club, so eating out is not reasonable. I'm ready for some home-cooked grub when I hit that door. She used to do the dishes as soon as we finished eating. But now it's not unusual for them to sit on the table for several hours after dinner.
I do what I can by diplomatically reminding her several times each evening that they won't clean themselves. I know she really appreciates this, as it does seem to motivate her to get them done before she goes to bed.
Another symptom of aging is complaining, I think.For example, she will say that it is difficult for her to find time to pay the monthly bills during her lunch hour.. But, Boys, we take 'em for better or worse, so I just smile and offer encouragement. I tell her to stretch it out over two, or even three days. That way, she won't have to rush so much. I also remind her that missing lunch completely now and then wouldn't hurt her any (if you know what I mean). I like to think tact is one of my strong points.
When doing simple jobs, she seems to think she needs more rest periods. She had to take a break when she was only half-finished mowing the yard. I try not to make a scene. I'm a fair man. I tell her to fix herself a nice, big, cold glass of freshly squeezed lemonade and just sit for a while. And, as long as she is making one for herself, she may as well make one for me, too.
I know that I probably look like a saint in the way I support Carol Anne. I'm not saying that showing this much consideration is easy. Many men will find it difficult. Some will find it impossible! Nobody knows better than I do how frustrating women get as they get older. However, Guys, even if you just use a little more tact and less criticism of your aging wife because of this article, I will consider that writing it was well worthwhile. After all, we are put on this earth to help each other.
EDITOR'S NOTE:
Ron died suddenly on January 31 of a perforated rectum. The police report says he was found with a Calloway extra-long 50-inch Big Bertha Driver II golf club jammed up his rear end, with barely 5 inches of grip showing, and a sledge hammer laying nearby. His wife Carol Anne was arrested and charged with murder. The all-woman jury took only 10 minutes to find her Not Guilty, accepting her defense that Ron, somehow without looking, accidentally sat down on his golf club.
It is important for men to remember that, as women grow older, it becomes harder for them to maintain the same quality of housekeeping as when they were younger. When you notice this, try not to yell at them. Some are oversensitive, and there's nothing worse than an oversensitive woman.
My name is Ron. Let me relate how I handled the situation with my wife, Carol Anne. When I retired a few years ago, it became necessary for Carol Anne to get a full-time job, along with her part-time job, both for extra income and for the health benefits that we needed. Shortly after she started working, I noticed she was beginning to show her age. I usually get home from the golf club about the same time she gets home from work.
Although she knows how hungry I am, she almost always says she has to rest for half an hour or so before she starts dinner. I don't yell at her. Instead, I tell her to take her time and just wake me when she gets dinner on the table. I generally have lunch in the Men's Grill at the club, so eating out is not reasonable. I'm ready for some home-cooked grub when I hit that door. She used to do the dishes as soon as we finished eating. But now it's not unusual for them to sit on the table for several hours after dinner.
I do what I can by diplomatically reminding her several times each evening that they won't clean themselves. I know she really appreciates this, as it does seem to motivate her to get them done before she goes to bed.
Another symptom of aging is complaining, I think.For example, she will say that it is difficult for her to find time to pay the monthly bills during her lunch hour.. But, Boys, we take 'em for better or worse, so I just smile and offer encouragement. I tell her to stretch it out over two, or even three days. That way, she won't have to rush so much. I also remind her that missing lunch completely now and then wouldn't hurt her any (if you know what I mean). I like to think tact is one of my strong points.
When doing simple jobs, she seems to think she needs more rest periods. She had to take a break when she was only half-finished mowing the yard. I try not to make a scene. I'm a fair man. I tell her to fix herself a nice, big, cold glass of freshly squeezed lemonade and just sit for a while. And, as long as she is making one for herself, she may as well make one for me, too.
I know that I probably look like a saint in the way I support Carol Anne. I'm not saying that showing this much consideration is easy. Many men will find it difficult. Some will find it impossible! Nobody knows better than I do how frustrating women get as they get older. However, Guys, even if you just use a little more tact and less criticism of your aging wife because of this article, I will consider that writing it was well worthwhile. After all, we are put on this earth to help each other.
EDITOR'S NOTE:
Ron died suddenly on January 31 of a perforated rectum. The police report says he was found with a Calloway extra-long 50-inch Big Bertha Driver II golf club jammed up his rear end, with barely 5 inches of grip showing, and a sledge hammer laying nearby. His wife Carol Anne was arrested and charged with murder. The all-woman jury took only 10 minutes to find her Not Guilty, accepting her defense that Ron, somehow without looking, accidentally sat down on his golf club.
Thursday, July 01, 2010
July Challenge
My Challenge for the month of July is to attempt a no spend month....that is not a thing other than necessities wil be purchased. Come on Homies....you can do it.
Read about it here
Read about it here
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