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From where does your inspiration come?
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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?
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I want to be with these two lovely gals
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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.
Posted in Misc
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Patty wanted Gavin’s bed tonight
Posted by doggonedmysteries
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.
Posted in Dog related
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The weather gods are meanest in the spring
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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.
Posted in Weather related
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Another bad pun day
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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.
Posted in Misc
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We were in the doghouse last night
Posted by doggonedmysteries
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?”
Posted in Dog related
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The ink went up to how much?!
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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!
Posted in Misc
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Since it’s my birthday I’m going to be lazy…
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Patty and Gavin wrestling.
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Sláinte!
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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.
Posted in Holidays
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Eh, what did you say?
Posted by doggonedmysteries
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.
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Where are these home improvement shows when you need them?
Posted by doggonedmysteries
Once we finish clearing the clutter from the MIL’s house we’ll have our work cut out for us. I could certainly use both of those curb appeal and design to sell shows’ help then. Maybe I should start haunting the local Home Depots and Lowes in the hopes of having someone walk up to me with microphones, TV cameras, and then asking if I wanted them to come to my house.
“Yes! Yes! I have just the place for you to tackle.” I’d do cartwheels and at my age and the shape I’m in that’d be amazing in of itself.
Follow me here people and you’ll see why I would do those cartwheels.
My in laws moved into their “new” house 38 years ago. After my father in law retired several years later, the house suffered from neglect. Dad didn’t do anything to keep the house up; instead, they spent summers off camping and going to flea markets. (Yep, that’s where some of the clutter and junk came from.)
Since his father’s death in 1998, DH and friends did what they could to keep the house from falling apart. I suspect it was about that time that my mother in law became enamored of QVC, junk catalogues, and anything sold on TV. Her hoarding life began anew. (Oh, yeah more clutter and junk piled up only now it was new and shiny.) My mother in law refused to allow any of us to come in to clean and paint the interior for her. I would’ve gladly done so.
Now DH can’t do the work, I’m not getting any younger, I hate to climb ladders, and our friends aren’t as young, energetic, and healthy as they used to be.
Cartwheels? Hell, I’d do handsprings.
Posted in Favorite TV shows, Misc
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Is that a light I see at the end of the tunnel?
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Even though G was sick and couldn’t go over to work with me, five more bags of garbage and two loaded recycling bins, hit the curb over at the MIL’s house yesterday. I cleared out the linen closet and some more junk out of one of the bedrooms.
Chuck stopped by and picked up a few items we’d promised him. Then the TALL man pulled a plastic garden bench down for me that was on top of a high pile of stuff in the garage. (I can’t help being short, Chuck but I know many people shorter than I am.) The bench will work well on our front porch especially when DH needs to sit down out there.
Once home, I arranged with my neighbor’s son to have him go over tomorrow and give us an estimate on repairing/redoing the stucco on areas of the house where we need it done.
I’m beginning to feel as though we are getting our ducks in a row at last. Sure, there’s plenty more we need to do over there before DH can sell the house, but we are seeing a light at the end of the tunnel albeit a teensy light, but a light none the less.
Posted in Misc
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