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...
Saturday, November 19, 2011
strange night, strange morning
Ever since I can remember, I've had strange, bizarre, sometimes disturbing dreams. I can still remember some dreams I had when I was in kindergarten! Lately, I've been sleeping pretty soundly, and have trouble discerning between what I dreamed and what is real. Just unimportant stuff, not "oh look, there's a unicorn, did i dream that or is it real?" More like, hubby asks me if I fed the dog and I can't remember if I did, or dreamed about feeding the dog!
Last night, hubby went to bed fairly early, as he had to work in the AM. I stayed up for awhile reading online, and sipped a glass of wine. It was pretty chilly in our house last night, I had on PJs, and a soft comfy hoodie on as well. I left the hoodie on as I climbed over the dog and into bed, thinking I'd take it off later after I'd warmed up. We have micro-fleece sheets on our bed, as well as an electric blanket. I soon realized that I was laying on top of the sheets, but i was too lazy/comfy to get up and fix that, and didn't want to wake hubby.
Later, I'm awakened by hubby, who has a cramp in his leg and is hollering and cursing. It's very dark in our room. We have one of those atomic clocks that adjusts itself with the national weather thingy in CO. It projects the time and outdoor temperature onto the ceiling. That is a nice cozy thing on a cold night, to see the cold temp, and be grateful to be all snuggly and warm in bed. It felt like the middle of the night, but it said 7:00! I bolted out of bed and went to check another clock. Whew- to my relief, it was only around 12 AM! I was going to adjust the clock, but hubby thought we should leave it alone. I brought my cell phone into the bedroom, so I could check the time later, so hopefully hubby wouldn't be late for work. I couldn't sleep well, and the clock never did correct itself all night long. After hubby left for work, I decided to try to get some sleep. The clock somehow had finally managed to get it's shit back together and show the correct time. I try to get comfortable and relax, take deep breaths, and drift off to sleep.
Then the dreams start. I dreamed that hubby and I took a trip to Louisiana, and only had a few days off work. We went out on a boat several times, ate at seafood restaurants, drank beer, went sight-seeing, etc. There are lots more details, but if you are still reading, you are probably already bored beyond belief! I dreamed about a handicapped girl who was dying. I dreamed about unwelcome guests at our house when we returned from Louisiana. Random, unimportant, silly things. A fork in the road, and I always take the wrong way, or at least not the destination I intended. A pretty, blonde circus performer on a horse. A young man is smitten with her, and orders a pathetic looking fake bouquet of flowers to send to her. A kindly lady takes pity on him, and substitutes the flowers with some nicer, fresh flowers that she was going to send to someone, and orders another bouquet. A dark-haired lady enters the room and starts singing some crazy stuff, but she sings with such emotion it makes me cry.
When I awake, nearly 3 hours have gone by. I look at my cell phone, and check Facebook. Oddly, a couple of FB friends are complaining about internal clocks and not being able to sleep. I scroll down, and see another status that claims we dream even before we leave the womb. Odd, and coincidental. I decide to check my desktop pc, and the wireless mouse's battery has gone dead. Any relevance to the clock? I don't know. This seems like a really boring post, but at one point today i thought it would be interesting!
Last night, hubby went to bed fairly early, as he had to work in the AM. I stayed up for awhile reading online, and sipped a glass of wine. It was pretty chilly in our house last night, I had on PJs, and a soft comfy hoodie on as well. I left the hoodie on as I climbed over the dog and into bed, thinking I'd take it off later after I'd warmed up. We have micro-fleece sheets on our bed, as well as an electric blanket. I soon realized that I was laying on top of the sheets, but i was too lazy/comfy to get up and fix that, and didn't want to wake hubby.
Later, I'm awakened by hubby, who has a cramp in his leg and is hollering and cursing. It's very dark in our room. We have one of those atomic clocks that adjusts itself with the national weather thingy in CO. It projects the time and outdoor temperature onto the ceiling. That is a nice cozy thing on a cold night, to see the cold temp, and be grateful to be all snuggly and warm in bed. It felt like the middle of the night, but it said 7:00! I bolted out of bed and went to check another clock. Whew- to my relief, it was only around 12 AM! I was going to adjust the clock, but hubby thought we should leave it alone. I brought my cell phone into the bedroom, so I could check the time later, so hopefully hubby wouldn't be late for work. I couldn't sleep well, and the clock never did correct itself all night long. After hubby left for work, I decided to try to get some sleep. The clock somehow had finally managed to get it's shit back together and show the correct time. I try to get comfortable and relax, take deep breaths, and drift off to sleep.
Then the dreams start. I dreamed that hubby and I took a trip to Louisiana, and only had a few days off work. We went out on a boat several times, ate at seafood restaurants, drank beer, went sight-seeing, etc. There are lots more details, but if you are still reading, you are probably already bored beyond belief! I dreamed about a handicapped girl who was dying. I dreamed about unwelcome guests at our house when we returned from Louisiana. Random, unimportant, silly things. A fork in the road, and I always take the wrong way, or at least not the destination I intended. A pretty, blonde circus performer on a horse. A young man is smitten with her, and orders a pathetic looking fake bouquet of flowers to send to her. A kindly lady takes pity on him, and substitutes the flowers with some nicer, fresh flowers that she was going to send to someone, and orders another bouquet. A dark-haired lady enters the room and starts singing some crazy stuff, but she sings with such emotion it makes me cry.
When I awake, nearly 3 hours have gone by. I look at my cell phone, and check Facebook. Oddly, a couple of FB friends are complaining about internal clocks and not being able to sleep. I scroll down, and see another status that claims we dream even before we leave the womb. Odd, and coincidental. I decide to check my desktop pc, and the wireless mouse's battery has gone dead. Any relevance to the clock? I don't know. This seems like a really boring post, but at one point today i thought it would be interesting!
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