Just a short post...
Driving thru my town early one evening, and past a bar, i saw a woman walking out wearing a red sundress. I don't really like sundresses, red or not, i'd think a black sundress would be more sexy, but it reminded me of the country song "Something Bout a Truck", which mentions a girl in a red sundress. A catchy tune, and i started to hum it, and then guess what the next song on the radio was? I experience a lot of these strange coincidences. Well, after that it reminded me of the character in WorkingDan's blog wearing the red sundress, but i don't think WorkingDan listens to much country music. He does drink beer, however, which is also in the song, which i drank when i got home from Walmart-shopping-hell, but that part of the story is not a coincidence.
Another time, long ago, Mom was at our house, and we were having, as she told my aunt, "words". Now I love Mom, but we don't have the easiest of relationships. Kinda bizarre, at times, but i've grown to understand her a little over the years, and perhaps be somewhat more tolerant and not take her rantings so personally. For her part, I think she's learned that rather than deal with stressful arguments, i will just avoid her, or if she's at my house, ask her to leave.It has been said that she could start a fight in an empty room, and that is probably accurate.This particular time my mom made the statement, in her dramatic tone of voice, "Well, my life has been no bed of roses!" and at almost that moment, the song "Every Rose Has Its Thorn" by Poison came on the radio. I kinda giggled, but the humor was lost on Mommy Dearest...LOL.
Monday, May 7, 2012
Thursday, April 5, 2012
BEWARE: THE SHARPIE!
Sharpies come in a variety of colors and sizes. Ever since I can remember, there has been Sharpies. My dear departed Aunt Betty used Sharpies all the time, I think she signed every greeting card with a colored Sharpie.
I have a collection of Sharpies. I use them for writing on storage/freezer bags, markers for my veggie gardens, and yep- sometimes greeting cards. We also use them to mark measurements when working on home improvement projects.
Recently Mr.E and I have been reworking our deck and patio. What started out as a simple project has evolved into a massive outdoor renovation, complete with a huge Pergola, where hopefully/eventually, Mr.E and I will relax with our favorite beverages and enjoy our own little private oasis. The problem is getting from point A to point B. Mr.E and I have a history of much drama, wailing, gnashing of teeth, and other unpleasantries when it comes to home improvements. I find this ridiculous, since we've tackled many projects together, and we are both quite capable. I have visions of these things being fun, if we'd only let them. Mr.E doesn't share that view, he says it has something to do with his being a construction worker, much like a mechanic doesn't like to work on his own car.
Last night, Mr.E had a glass of sun tea sitting on the deck railing. Unfortunately, it got sideswiped by a 2x8 and fell to the ground. Pieces and fragments flew everywhere. Mr.E was cursing about his glass getting broken...but it wasn't broken. It had fallen on a hot pink Sharpie that was laying on the deck. The pieces were plastic from the Sharpie, not glass. We observed a large pool of hot pink seeping into the newly painted concrete. OH NOoooo!!! Mr.E is hollering and cursing, and I'm trying to calm him. I know it will eventually fade, with weather and sun. It fades off of my garden markers all the time. Mr.E hurries off to the garage for a water bucket and brush, and I hesitate mentioning to him that he is leaving hot pink footprints as he goes. He'll find out soon enough. I go into the house for paper towels to blot some of the ink up. Mr.E is still having a cow, as we are trying to clean up the mess. He went into the house for something, then came out and hollered "which one of us has ink on our shoes? it's all through the house!" Me: "are you frickin' serious?!" He checks his shoes, and he still has a little bit of hot pink on the sole of one. I look at my shoes, and one shoe has a lot of pink ink on the sole. Even worse, the hem of my jeans had picked some up. Since i'm a bit on the short side, my jeans usually are dragging the ground part of the time. Mr.E is more worried about the deck and patio than the house, so i go inside and work on that. Luckily, we don't have carpet, or things would've been a lot worse! The inside floor is now cleaned up, the outside will fade with time, and the gigantic pergola is looking pretty good. Next will be a privacy fence, then good-bye annoying neighbors and ugly views!
This kinda reminds me of the time my dad was painting and the cat jumped in the paint tray, and then...
I have a collection of Sharpies. I use them for writing on storage/freezer bags, markers for my veggie gardens, and yep- sometimes greeting cards. We also use them to mark measurements when working on home improvement projects.
Recently Mr.E and I have been reworking our deck and patio. What started out as a simple project has evolved into a massive outdoor renovation, complete with a huge Pergola, where hopefully/eventually, Mr.E and I will relax with our favorite beverages and enjoy our own little private oasis. The problem is getting from point A to point B. Mr.E and I have a history of much drama, wailing, gnashing of teeth, and other unpleasantries when it comes to home improvements. I find this ridiculous, since we've tackled many projects together, and we are both quite capable. I have visions of these things being fun, if we'd only let them. Mr.E doesn't share that view, he says it has something to do with his being a construction worker, much like a mechanic doesn't like to work on his own car.
Last night, Mr.E had a glass of sun tea sitting on the deck railing. Unfortunately, it got sideswiped by a 2x8 and fell to the ground. Pieces and fragments flew everywhere. Mr.E was cursing about his glass getting broken...but it wasn't broken. It had fallen on a hot pink Sharpie that was laying on the deck. The pieces were plastic from the Sharpie, not glass. We observed a large pool of hot pink seeping into the newly painted concrete. OH NOoooo!!! Mr.E is hollering and cursing, and I'm trying to calm him. I know it will eventually fade, with weather and sun. It fades off of my garden markers all the time. Mr.E hurries off to the garage for a water bucket and brush, and I hesitate mentioning to him that he is leaving hot pink footprints as he goes. He'll find out soon enough. I go into the house for paper towels to blot some of the ink up. Mr.E is still having a cow, as we are trying to clean up the mess. He went into the house for something, then came out and hollered "which one of us has ink on our shoes? it's all through the house!" Me: "are you frickin' serious?!" He checks his shoes, and he still has a little bit of hot pink on the sole of one. I look at my shoes, and one shoe has a lot of pink ink on the sole. Even worse, the hem of my jeans had picked some up. Since i'm a bit on the short side, my jeans usually are dragging the ground part of the time. Mr.E is more worried about the deck and patio than the house, so i go inside and work on that. Luckily, we don't have carpet, or things would've been a lot worse! The inside floor is now cleaned up, the outside will fade with time, and the gigantic pergola is looking pretty good. Next will be a privacy fence, then good-bye annoying neighbors and ugly views!
This kinda reminds me of the time my dad was painting and the cat jumped in the paint tray, and then...
Thursday, January 12, 2012
A Tired Dog is a Good Dog
I figured it was getting lonely in here, with my one measly contribution, so I dug up one of my old blogs, from back when I didn't know this stuff was called a blog! Yes, my hubby has kinda long hair in these pics, Chopper was still a pup, and I had a really crappy old digital camera! I originally did this in old school html, I don't know if anybody even does that nowadays! Chopper doesn't play with this toy anymore, we graduated to a springpole. One of these days I'll have to do a post or video of him in action. Pit Bulls are amazing creatures, in spite of all the negative rep. Admittedly, there's always going to be a few "bad seeds", just like in our species, but a Pit Bull can be an awesome companion.
My humans made me a flirt pole! My mom read about it on the internet, I think it started with a place called the Pit Bull Forum. They made it out of PVC conduit, nylon rope, an old handgrip from a Harley, and then tied a toy on the rope. They think they are gonna wear me out with this thing...yeah right...nothin' wears out the Choppy-dog! Looks like a pretty cool toy though...
created 01/01/05
CHOPPER'S FLIRT POLE
My humans made me a flirt pole! My mom read about it on the internet, I think it started with a place called the Pit Bull Forum. They made it out of PVC conduit, nylon rope, an old handgrip from a Harley, and then tied a toy on the rope. They think they are gonna wear me out with this thing...yeah right...nothin' wears out the Choppy-dog! Looks like a pretty cool toy though...
Hey...this is kinda fun...watch this, I'll get it!
Dang...this is a little harder than I thought, but no problem for this bully!
Arggghhhh!!! I thought I had it! This thing's crazy! My humans seem to think it's pretty funny. I'll show them!
I'm gonna get it this time! Woohoo!
Ha! I got it...told ya! Now after all that work, my humans think I should drop it, so we can do this again. What's up with that?
Maybe I am just a little bit tired after all...
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