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Enough snow already.
the pond is somewhere out there--follow the pawprints
We’ve had quite a snowstorm come through here. It finally stopped around 2 a.m. I, being the fool that I am, went outside and shoveled. I shoveled, and I shoveled, and by gum I shoveled some more. I completed a 150 foot+ long by 3 foot wide path through snow about one foot deep. (Okay, officially it was only 4 to 5 inches deep here but at 3 a.m. it sure looked like a foot of snow.) It’s legal, I’m pooped, and I know I’m gonna feel it when I wake up.
Dear Mother Nature,
We have enough snow for a white Christmas, so when people are wishing for one, please don’t listen. We have enough snow for sledding, so when the children ask for more, please don’t listen. Since Dave so gleefully E-mailed me about let it snow, let it snow, etc. IF you must dump more snow around here, please target Dave’s house and skip mine. (Quit laughing Lee, you’re next on my list.)
Sincerely,
MWH
By the way everyone, today is Elena’s birthday. Happy Birthday E!
Frozen ground and lots of rain equals a lake
We now live lakeside and didn’t have to move or spend a fortune. It rained all day and with the ground frozen, the rain had no place to go. The yard is now a lake, and by this time of night, a frozen lake. It’s a good thing that the rain stopped earlier tonight or the Koi might have had a chance to explore the grounds. Knowing them, they would’ve camped out at the back door and waited for food.
Patty doesn’t like wet weather so she only asked to go outside today when she absolutely HAD to go. Gavin doesn’t mind rain, doesn’t like snow much, but the rain he tolerates. He always wants to go out and gives the ‘go out’ bells a good workout every day. Yes, there are days that I want to choke him with the bells.
Bells ring.
“You were out five minutes ago. You peed on everything that is upright. You don’t NEED to go out.”
Bells ring.
“You can’t possibly have to go.”
Bells ring.
“ARGH! All right I’ll take you out.” I put on boots, coat, hat, and we go out. Gavin tinkles on the Tulip Poplar, barks at nothing but the wind, and heads for the door. We go in.
I take off my coat, boots, hat, and settle in front of the computer to work again. I type one sentence.
Bells ring.
“You’ve got to be kidding.”
A severe case of sticker shock
Or, whenever we see the light at the end of the tunnel, someone moves the tunnel…
For the last two weeks Casper, my haunted van, has stayed in the driveway. The brakes were bad and I wasn’t going to risk life and limb driving with bad brakes. This morning Casper went in for inspection and to have the brakes fixed.
I’ve come to realize that for us, nothing is ever simple. No, this wasn’t a simple brake shoe replacement and the labor involved was long, intensive, and quite expensive. According to the print out my brakes and tires are in good condition. However, the final total of the bill came to $699.82. Dear Hubby had a coupon for $4.00 off an inspection, which dropped us down to $695.82, whoopee.
So if it wasn’t the brake shoes what the heck was it you ask?
- Replace brake booster-$159.90
- Plenum gasket-$5.99
- PCV hose-$7.98
- labor-$265.20
- Replace worn tie rod left side outer $28.95
- labor-$38.95
- Wheel alignment-$59.95
- Oil and filter change + the green disposal of old oil charge GOG-$10.15
- oil filter-$5.60
- oil-$10.15
- EPA removal and material $5.90
- labor $12.60
- State inspection $2.00
- labor $18.95
- State emission test-$2.40
- labor $35.80
I think I have it all down, have you been keeping track?
Total parts-$208.42, misc chg $20.45, LABOR $431.45, Tax $39.50, -$4.00 coupon=$695.82. Maybe I should quit writing books and become an auto mechanic…
Um…nope, writing still wins.
Hoping to end the year with 50,000 hits
With only a few weeks left to this year, I’m afraid I won’t reach my 50,000 hits goal. (More would be even better.) Well, so far it looks as though I won’t make it, at least, not without your help. Hurry dear readers; tell your family, friends, and blog buddies to pop in for a peek. Bribe them, sweet-talk them, and lie to them if you must. I have a bet with Dear Hubby, there’s a dinner out riding on this. Help me please—we don’t get out much.
How can I induce you? Cuter dog pictures? More talks with the editor on my shoulder? More serious discussions on writing? Arguments with my muse? More dog stories? Life with Dear Hubby and his MS stories? Stories of me the super klutz and life with two BTs? Have you any suggestions?
There are only two things I refuse to comment on—religion and politics. I’ll leave that to other people since I created this blog for fun and I consider both subjects private.
That ain’t a bear!
That ain't a bear!
A neighbor near the cabin where Dear Hubby and his friend are hunting had a wildlife camera set up behind his place. You know, one of those out-door cameras with a motion sensor. Two weeks before they left to go hunting, the neighbor sent the above picture to DH’s friend.
Wow, we had no idea they had mountain lions in the area. DH’s friend takes his two dogs along with them, both are large, but I somehow picture them back pedaling when confronted by a kitty big enough to drag an eight-point buck out of the woods.
We know they have black bears up there. They had one on the back deck last year and the dogs barked at it through the door. The bear “Frankly, didn’t give a damn” and moseyed off after staring at them for a while. The two dogs would probably have to discuss the large kitty situation.
Male: “You go ahead. You’re bigger than I am.”
Female: “I dunno I’ve never seen a kitty that big. Hell, it’s bigger than you.”
Male: “You know, I think it might even be bigger than you.”
Female: “Did I hear the food dish rattle? I swear I heard Dad put some food in there.”
Male: “I think you’re right. Let’s go back inside. We can bark at it from there like we did that bear.”
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