Monthly Archives: February 2015
Minus 2 degrees?!
Dats it Momma I iz relocating!
Pack my bags!
Psst dis was Da Momma today.
Dis will be her in da morning.
No! No more snow! I can’t take it!
Holy cats! Snow blew under the door and on the back porch! If you stand out there you can hear the wind howling like a banshee.
Gavin went out with no problem, no hat, no coat. He doesn’t care. He likes the cold. He’s from Nova Scotia.
Lucy, well she’s another story altogether. When I took her out she had her hat and hoodie on but still completely balked at the back door when I opened it and a wall of snowflakes slammed into us.
“No effing way Mom. I am not going out there.”
“Um, yes you are .” I booted her out the door. I don’t think I ever saw her squat and go so fast. one leap and she landed inside again.
I really hated forcing her to go out in this crap but better that than have her break her housebreaking. Poor girl.
Of course, once she got inside, she had to throw a guilt trip at me.
Spot the bully. Level advanced…sort of.
No salt again…
I can’t believe with all the running around G and I did yesterday, that I, once again, forgot to pick up salt or some form of ice melt.*Headdesk*
What’s the weather prediction for today? Snow. And for the next day, lots of wind and extremely cold temperatures. Duh.
Cold enough the last couple of days that we had to jump both our vehicles.
Note from Lucy:
If you thinks you can get me out from under the fuzzy blanket, you is crazy!
I am not going out in that stuff Ma.
No one warned me about dis whole more snow bit. AND COLD!!!!! Oh my dog! Dis is not fair. I am not coming out from under my covers until Spring.
Night night everyone!
Oh no, more snow!
Two more snow storms are headed our way. I haven’t told the little four-legged princess yet. I’m sure she won’t be pleased. The weekend shows low temperatures too with a lot of wind on Sunday.
Lucy will get plenty of use out of her hoodie and hat. This was money well spent. I’m sure the barking to have them on will start as soon as the snowflakes begin to fall.
Gavin won’t care. He likes the cold.
EW!
“Oh my Gawd! Lucy, what have you been eating?”
Tail wags.
“Seriously, what crawled up your butt and died?”
Face kisses.
“I don’t want your kisses. I want fresh air.”
More tail wags.
*Gagging*
“That’s it, little girl. You can have the couch to yourself. I’m moving to my desk.”
Repeats of repeats of repeats of….you get the idea.
I cannot watch one more old episode of Criminal Minds without going crazy. I swear he’s watched each one a dozen times. I still watch the new ones, he hasn’t ruined the show for me yet.
Why? Why do we have to watch them? He did the same thing with all the Law and Order shows, now I can’t stand any of them.
Is this a man thing? One must watch good shows repeatedly until your wife (who at one time loved the shows) can no longer stand to even listen to them?
We have dozens of new movies stacked up waiting, nay begging, for us to watch them. I am all for a nightly movie through dinner. There’s not a thing on TV that interests me at that time of day.
Well, last night I blew a gasket and told him to put a movie on. What does he do? He puts on one I wouldn’t watch on my worst day–bought it for him to watch when I was in bed in the mornings. So then he put in one we’d seen.
“What do you mean you haven’t seen this? We watched it together.”
“I don’t remember.”
“Man, I wish I had MS brain and could forget things all the time. We watched this. There’s a huge stack of movies there that we haven’t watched…”
He pouted.
I gave in but was mean enough to tell him what was going to happen throughout.
“Oh, oh! Wait for it…Great line coming…”
He has a brand new, just bought it Tuesday last, movie in the DVD player for tomorrow.
What we watching?
Celebrities are not important to me
Facebook had me doing a short survey last night and a couple of their questions ticked me off a lot. They didn’t give a none of the above alternative so their survey is far from accurate.
The two questions were about celebrities. Do I follow them on any of these various outlets? (Twitter, Pinterest, Google, Facebook etc.) And some other stupid question. I don’t follow celebrities, I don’t seek out news about any of them. So why wasn’t there a ‘none of the above’ box to check? Talk about skewing a survey.
I know several celebrities, we’re friends. Their celebrity comes from their chosen occupation. You know their JOBS. I don’t give a flying fuck if someone is a sports star, an actor, a singer, or an author. They are individuals who do a JOB and, if they are lucky, they love what they do.
Did anyone else get sucked into that FB survey?
It came! It came! It came!
“A special box came for ME today.”
“For whom?”
“Okay, for da stinky brudder Gavin and for me.” Lucy mutters under her breath, “It’s all mine! Not da brudder’s.”
*Giggles*
*It squeaks!*
Dere’s a tenny ball inside ob it.
*Giggles*
It habs two handles so I can pway wiff Dad!
*Giggles*
*It SQUEAKS!*
*Giggles*
Meh.
Hmmm, made by Kong.
Okay, one last nibble…I’m done.
Play with me
Lately, Gavin has been bugging The Curmudgeon to play throw the KONG Genius Leo Dog Toy for him at least twice a day. It looks like good exercise for The Curmudgeon since to get the toy from Gavin he has to work at it.
You go Gavin! Make your Daddy exercise!
Bits and Bobs.
Look quickly this is my desk clean.
Lets see how long that lasts….
Hehehehe, I iz hiding unner Momma’s desk.
Waiting for the arrival of
One of my new tees.
Wore this new tee yesterday
Picture day
Rough day for the Princess.
She’s exhausterpated from doing nothing all day.
Pouncing on her brudder doesn’t count.
Does this look like the face of a brudder humping stinker?
Poor Gavin.
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