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It is colder than a brass brassiere in the arctic

 

     Dang, it’s 2 a.m. and the dogs want out.  It is COLD out there!  The pups don’t care they want out when they want out.  I need a cup of coffee to take the chill off.  This isn’t spring it feels like freaking winter.  I’m glad I didn’t put the winter jacket, gloves, and hat away.

     I’m also glad we haven’t removed the pond heater yet because I think if had, there’d be ice on it.  It wouldn’t be so bad if there were no wind.  It felt like below zero out there.

     I really, really, really want the warm weather to get here.  Now.  Not later.  (Shut up, Dave.  You had your winter now I want WARM weather.)

     Time for that coffee.

Another Sunday of clearing the house

 

     G and I are off to the MIL’s house again this afternoon.  We’re taking along another recycling bin in hopes of getting rid of most of the plastic, glass, and metal stuff upstairs today.  No, we haven’t even begun to think about all the stuff in the basement or garage yet.  We both dread those jobs.

     I am looking forward to the day that we are down to bare floors and get working on the fix ups we need to do over there.

     We have some people coming over to check out the electronics—I hope they want them.  I have no idea what to do with them.

From where does your inspiration come?

 

     Now that’s a question I’ve heard many times.  It isn’t an easy one to answer.  My writing inspiration can come from a well-turned phrase in an overheard conversation.  It may come from something I see in a newspaper that makes me wonder ‘what if?’

     Your neighbor hauls five heavy bags of garbage to the curb.  What goes through your mind?  My mystery-twisted mind wonders if he cut up a body and is disposing of it.

     Scenes run through my head all the time.  Unfortunately, lately they don’t seem to make it to my computer.  This too shall pass as things settle down around here.

     Now it’s your turn.  What inspires your writing?

I want to be with these two lovely gals

 

It’s been a while since I’ve seen all my favorite people and horses.  I miss them.  These are my cousin’s Arabians.  Whenever I visit, I take carrots to the horses every afternoon. 

Patty wanted Gavin’s bed tonight

 

     Poor Patty, since the towel-eating incident she isn’t allowed to have any bedding in her crate.  That was a scare and a vet bill I’d rather not have again.  Since it was only a year or two ago we still don’t trust her to leave bedding alone.

     I put a fresh towel in Gavin’s crate tonight and then I was busy doing something in the kitchen.  DH went into the living room to give Patty a cookie but she wasn’t in her crate as he thought.  She was in Gavin’s crate checking out the new bedding.  She was having quite a good time in there too.  We half expected her to steal the towel and take it into her crate.  We are betting she had thought about it. 

The weather gods are meanest in the spring

 

     My crocuses are all in full bloom and my daffodils are ready to blossom.  I enjoyed the lovely signs of spring while I could yesterday.  The weather forecast for today and the rest of the week is dismal.

     When I took the dogs out at two in the morning it was raining, snowing, and sleeting.  The dogs and I were not amused.  The dogs don’t want snow they’ve been enjoying the grassy yard.  I don’t want snow any more than I’d want a root canal.

     You’d think the weather gods could make up their minds wouldn’t you.  I think they enjoy playing with our heads.  It’s not nice to give us lovely, warm days and then send this crap along.

     It’s like dangling candy in front of a kid then snatching it away as they reach for it. 

     “Oh, look at this!  Do you want it?”

     “Yes!  Yes!  Give it to me.”

     “Here, reach out your hand.”

     The pudgy hand of the child reaches for the brightly wrapped candy her fingers feel the touch of the paper…

     “Nope.”  The candy is snatched away.  “You can’t have it.”

     Cruel.

Another bad pun day

 

     A marine biologist developed a race of genetically engineered dolphins that could live forever if they were fed a steady diet of seagulls. One day his supply of the birds ran out, so he had to go out and trap some more. On the way back, he spied two lions asleep on the road. Afraid to wake them, he gingerly stepped over them. Immediately, he was arrested and charged with transporting gulls across sedate lions for immortal porpoises.

     Evidence has been found that William Tell and his family were avid bowlers. However, all the league records were unfortunately destroyed in a fire. Thus we’ll never know for whom the Tells bowled.

     A skeptical anthropologist was cataloging South American folk remedies with the assistance of a tribal brujo who indicated that the leaves of a particular fern were a sure cure for any case of constipation. When the anthropologist expressed his doubts, the brujo looked him in the eye and said, “Let me tell you, with fronds like these, who needs enemas?”

     What goes clop, clop, clop, bang, bang, clop-clop-clop? An Amish drive-by shooting.

We were in the doghouse last night

 

     A clear sky and a fabulous view of the full moon brought rise to high spirits last night.  I’m afraid I wasn’t the only one who had a bit of fun.  The pups were in on it too and we were in trouble with DH.

     I went out for two quick walks, one for Gavin and the other for Patty.  DH had gone to bed.  We can’t help it if we enjoyed a little exercise and still wanted to romp upon coming indoors. 

     It began with a tail tweak and a teensy bit of encouragement on my part.  Gavin decided that Patty needed a chase.  Patty thought it great fun and then she went a tad overboard with a bully run on the couch. 

     The next thing we knew a voice from above us asked, “What the hell are you guys up to?”  Two dogs sprinted for their crates.

     “Oops, my bad, we were having a little fun.  Sorry we woke you.”  I couldn’t help giggling at the pups that were hiding in the back of their crates.

     DH went back to bed.  A little while later two bull terriers stuck their heads out of their crate doors as if to say, “Is the coast clear?”

The ink went up to how much?!

 

     When the cost of the ink cartridges for the old decrepit printer is almost as much as the cost of a brand-new three-in-one printer, it’s time to buy a new three-in-one printer.  Yep, I bought one yesterday.  (Happy birthday to me…)

     By taking my old printer in, I received a fifty-dollar rebate, which lowered the cost of the printer even more.  I am a happy camper.

     Now I can scan, fax, and print.  It also has a port where I can put the card from the camera and directly print photos from there. 

     We have so many photos over at the MIL’s house I had no idea of what to do with them.  Most of the photos we have no idea who the people are in them, no children to pass them down to, and no place to store them.  Yes!  I can scan them, store them on a flash drive, and toss away the mountains of photos.  This idea works!

Since it’s my birthday I’m going to be lazy…

 

Patty and Gavin wrestling.

Sláinte!

      

     Pat and Mick landed themselves a job at a sawmill. Just before morning tea Pat yelled: “Mick! I lost me finger!”

     “Have you now?” says Mick. “And how did you do it?”

     “I just touched this big spinning thing here like thi… Darn! There goes another one!”

     May you have all the happiness and luck that life can hold, and at the end of your rainbows may you find a pot of gold.

     May good luck be with you wherever you go, and your blessings outnumber the shamrocks that grow.

     May the lilt of Irish laughter lighten every load.  May the mist of Irish magic shorten every road.  May you taste the sweetest pleasures that fortune ere bestowed, and may all your friends remember all the favors you are owed.

Eh, what did you say?

 

     It must’ve been ‘take your toddlers grocery shopping” day.  I’ve never seen so many rug rats dashing around the grocery store at one time.  I spent an hour playing dodge-the-little-buggers this afternoon and never have I been happier to get out of the store.

     There were running toddlers, screaming crying toddlers, and immovable temper tantrum riddled toddlers in every aisle.  I longed for earplugs and tot pinging radar.  I’ve made a note to myself NEVER to go grocery shopping on a Tuesday.  It isn’t a day that I normally go grocery shopping and I now see what I have been missing.  CHAOS!

     While in the check out line, a child at the next register let loose with a screech so piercing it was almost out of a human’s hearing range.  I think I heard dogs howling out in the parking lot.  If we’d been near the ocean, dolphins would’ve beached themselves. 

     My ears are still ringing.