Humm Funny

To us everyone is fair game. I know y’all know what I mean by that…but just in case let me splain it. It being people watching (of sorts) Yeah, I knew you knew what I meant. You sit and watch people think about errr talk about what you see. Discuss how hungry their pants are and wonder why they are still wearing white socks with river shoes (a type of sandal) and tight…I means super tight clothes. No guessing how many rolls some people eat when all ya have do it count ‘em. Right, hey stop looking at me and pointing. It is bad manners to point, remember that!

So what I was gonna tell ya involves initials. Yes the first letter of your names, first – middle- 2nd middle – last (I have a son with a couple of middles) But this post is not about him, close though. It’s about one of his sisters. As it turns out their initials have meaning, check it out

CMA = County Music Awards

ERA = Equal Rights Administration

DNA = Deoxyribonucleic Acid

MRLA = Maltese Rugby League Association

KGEA = Kelly Green Evangelistic Association

AMA = American Mortgage Association

And there y’all have it Laughter the bestest medicine and family all rolled up in one shiny package. So tell me your funny initials or at least tell me some kind of people watching story…lalala you can even make up a story about what you think other people think about you when they are people watching.

Come on spill the beans all over your lap and make me laugh, oh my dear internets YOU can do it!

Yard Cat

First I think it’s a female


Second it does not appear to be with kittens

Third kittens so better NOT show up

Forth the dang thing is growing on me

Fifth Beloved just named it – Merlotte*

Oh my dear internets what am I to do? The whole reason we have not had any pets for a couple of years is because we really enjoy just hopping in the car and going on road trips and vacations and junk like that. And as all of y’all that do have pets know…you just can’t take off when ever ya want.

Hey maybe I’ll get lucky and the freaky weird cat will leave of its own accord. Stop laughing and cut out that snickering too, IT could happen. So what kinda cat is this besides a lucky yard cat?

Remember I told ya it had deep blue eyes

*Um, the name Merlotte is from the HBO series True Blood, WE LOVE that show! Anywho Sam Merlotte (who is a shifter) owns the town bar (beer joint / lounge / restaurant) called Merlotte’s. It is pronounced Mer Lot, not Mur Low like the wine. And speaking of the friendly Vamps, Wares, Shifters & Fairies the new season (#4) is set to begin on June 26. So you know where I’ll be on that day at 8pm Central Standard Time. We talked (briefly) about having a bloody party, but No way am I sharing my sofa, Oreo Fudge Cremes OR Choco Tacos with a bunch of noisy people when the first episode of True Blood starts. I’m just saying.

EDIT : I know y'all better still be having commenting issues cause I would hate not like to think you are ignoring me or just don't care any more.

OMG - my dear internets

If y’all have not tried these

If not ---- DON’T!

Really I advise against it….{drooling} they are tooooo good and you will {chomp} make a {chomp} pig outta {chomp} yourself.

This photo is was the LAST 3 cookies from this package that was only bought a few hours ago and…well I didn’t eat ALL of them myself. No it’s true I let Beloved have a couple and Baby Girl had a couple and …and frankly the package just doesn’t hold enough cookies to go around. There I said it and I mean it.

Please send ALL your coupons for Oreo Fudge Cremes along with the Klondike Choco Tacos coupons to moi. I NEED THEM and I know how much you, my dear most dearest internets want to Help me save monies.

Okay I’m waiting…stop goofing around and send ‘em already!

Oh yeah please & thank you. Send coupons NOW!

Whew

Would it be redundant for me to mention how proud of Baby Girl we are? Oh well, so be it. It was busy around here leading up to that day and now, well now I’m looking forward to trying to get back into a lazy kind of schedule…for a couple weeks anyway. Hey, that sounds almost like a vacation only without the gas money, packing and driving part.


Omygoodness! It is soooo dry around here. And all my dear internets say ‘How dry is it?’ Ha, I’m glad you asked…it’s so dry that we are down to only watering the tomatoes and luffa. Okay so there are green beans and onions in the luffa bed. Our water barrels are so dry they are almost as shriveled up as the fruit trees. Let me put in terms of labor, normally by this time we are mowing the yard a minimum of once every 4-5 days but it has only been mowed twice this entire year. And truthfully the 2nd time was just to level out the height of the weeds. At our house we have been hand washing dishes, I know hard times, and catching the rinse water in a dish pan so we can toss it out in the pool. Because our city is on ground water and it’s low, they are heavily treating it so the pool veggies aren't that great because of it, there is now an…well let me just say the water bill is too high. But the luffa are ah growing they seem to really like this heat as do the tomatoes.

Luffa Bed after planting, replanting & replanting

Luffa Bed after sprouting, resprouting & respouting

So we had this cat move in to our backyard. Crazy I know but the danged ol’ thing won’t leave. I watched it go from a skinny thing to one that could hardly stand cause it wouldn’t leave to get food water. And now I have a stupid cat. It is ugly too, the hind end is taller than the front so it’s butt looks like it poking up. It has deep blue eyes, they are purdy, but when ya add in the Siamese cat coloring along with some brown splotches and long Persian cat hair…yep it’s ugly, did I mention the squeak of a meow. I would show y’all a picture but it’s such a scardy cat it runs from me. I’m sure it has nothing to do with me chasing it waving my arms and hollering ‘Get outta here – go home.’ And just so ya know my Beloved doesn’t like cats…at all. Now me, I don’t mind ‘em, I’m one of those that like cats & dogs kind of people. So Ugly, as it is now named, goes potty in front of the oak tree…El Yuck-o! Now here is the good part -- those crazy a$$ed tree rats, better known as squirrels, don’t come in the yard. Nope they just walk across the power line wave and wriggle their tales and bark. Oh but wait there’s more, recently someone told me that my animal totem was a cat…OMG, Lord please don’t let me turn into one of them crazy cat ladies.

I hope all y’all dear internets had a great long weekend! We did but I’ll save that for my next post, especially since I need some more time to conjure up something… yeah something hot maybe.

ATC (2 ½ x 3 ½) by moi – light it up

Cinco Posto

As I write this post our internet is down. Haha it makes me wonder what a chicken actually feels like with its head cut off… okay so not really. I’m one of those people that is okay without the web (for a bit anyway) after all I have tons of stuff I can do, including junk I like to do.


I suppose I could work on some poeming, but I’m just not feeling it today ya know. I did get my 5 favorites from the April Poem a Day Challenge sent in to Robert Lee Brewer. I have high hopes that all 5 will be in the top 50…prayer from you guys could help. BTW I entered them under my RL name. I don’t remember when he will make the announcement and I can’t check as the internet is down.

I could work on the current painting I’m doing…well actually I have already and I’m just waiting for a layer of paint to dry. Ya know sometimes I sit there and watch it dry – lalala Okay so I eat my breakfast or lunch and look at the paint drying... I call that multi-tasking, it’s easy and it doesn't take the internet to do it (well sometimes it does).

My type of multitasking on occasion drives my Beloved crazy. Its’ so funny I’ll like be online reading blogs and watching TV or watching a Ustream and TV, like this morning when the internet disappeared. Not that Beloved was home when that happened, nope I made him go to work today. Unlike the internet which isn't ... working that is.

The weather has been so wonderful at our house. Cool nights and sunny DRY days (but not too hot). We need rain; so there again I ask that y’all pray for rain at our house. Ahhh back to this loverly day, sometimes I blog out on the breezeway. Hum today would be a great day to do that but the internet is down.

Y’all know I could sweep and mop. I have already cleaned the bathrooms, put up the laundries, feed the birds – watched the birds. Lol laughed at the mean ol’ humming birds fighting each other. We have about 4 that argue over who’s feeders they are. I think one of ‘em is a couple as they don’t fight, 3 are those ruby throated type and 1 is black’ish / gray’ish. If the internet were working I’d see if I could find out exactly what type and tell y’all but as you know the internet is down.

Well I think I’ll go call them again and see if I can find out what’s up with the internet and just how much longer it will be out. Between me and you all day (4 hours) is long enough to be without the World Wide Web.

PS I miss you my dear internets worse then missing another shot of the fighting humming birds.

I hope I’m online super soon!

May Day

I think I’ve fallen and can’t get up. Can you – will you lend me hand?

Build me up, so that I feel better about me?

Tell me how much I am justified in my actions / reactions?

Insist that everything will be okay tomorrow?

Pray for me – send good vibes my way?

Clip and polish my toenails? (thanks Jannie)

Offer to clean my house? (please, anyone? hello?)

Compliment me and tell me, please, how brilliant, insightful and wonderful I am?

(purdy please with a whole jar of cherries on top)

Let me know how much I have taught you about life, love and even those little things you didn’t know you wanted to know?

So I was just wandering when you blog what do you expect from your dear internets? Well I mean don’t y’all want all those things and maybe more?

Or do you even expect anything?

Blogging is a great sounding board, a fairly harmless way of getting things off your chest. Telling your opinions out right, your beliefs, your concerns, lessons you have learned, information you simply must share. So many of us do it because we enjoy writing and get very excited when a post idea pops in our purdy lil’ heads or some headline or gossip line strikes our interest and we can actually offer our view point to the masses (that would be y’all my dear internets).

So the point of this post is What? Please take a moment and think this question over…think…mull…wander…consider… and a conclusion…So what’s your conclusion? Did you forget the question, ummm okay… I'll wait a bit longer… l - o - n - g - e – r

My point is – for the entertainment of my dear internets and for myself. Yes sometimes I have stuff I simply must say cause it makes me feel better, cause I want, no I need sympathy. Sometimes I just have to know that I’m not the only one that feels a certain way. Yes it’s true sometimes I need prayer and good vibes enough to fill the universe, or I want you to know something for your own good (information that is) sometimes it's just because.

But I read y'all on accounta I love reading y'all. So you are welcome, my dear internets.

And the final winner from April’s Give a Ways is Brian... Who by the way just happens to be a Poet too. Be sure to mail me (paigevonliber (at sign) gmail (dot) com your address otherwise you will Not get this Give a Way!

Winner!

The winner of my first give a way is…wait let’s not be too hasty here. I mean I think I want to keep your attentions for a bit longer. Because he (Mark Kerstetter) asked for it - here is a couple of photos of the big a$$ bird book I wrote of in the last post…

Ah hum, see I told y’all it was big, please note the size of the dollar bill, an actual dollar bill mind you. I was gonna use a hundred but then y’all couldn’t see the book.
and
Since Deanna asked about the turtle incident I’ll briefly (LOL) tell ya what happened…but first cue some 3 stooges music (y’all guys like that)

Me: Baby girl when are you going to clean that turtle box? The smell is starting to smack me in the face

Baby Girl: I’ll do it now.

My thoughts~ hum what was that weird sound? O never mind. Lalalalala infinite.

Baby Girl: making sounds of grunting and doors closing and then

Me: and THEN the smell! OMG! It slid under my office door reached up and snatched the nose right off my face.

My thoughts ~ what ta hellO I can’t breathe.

Me: I Jumped up without fainting. Jerked open the door. Baby Girl standing in the hall with said stinky turtle in hand. I said, “what are you doing?” okay so I said it loudly yelled even “put Theo in the tub. OMG that smell is horrible!

Baby Girl: I tripped on my blanket and the box sorta spilled.

Me: OMG…OMG yelling now (really) “get that box outta here. OMG you didn’t get it on the bed did you?


Baby Girl: just looking at me as if I were crazy

My thoughts ~ humph!

Baby Girl: okay

So I watched her moving slower than a glacier at the North Pole…as she put the turtle in the tub, bent over to pick up the box and proceed to carry it all the way outside

Me: I was suffocating! I ran to get the fart spray as if that would stop or cover up a dead rotting body covered in turtle waste. But I tried, so hard in fact that the house looked like it was full of smoke. Baby Girl was still outside. Doing What-God only knows!

Me: OMG at the back door OMG what did it spill on?

Baby Girl: My blanket I guess.

Me: jerking up the blanket and sheets. I ran it to the door and tossed it outside. Sprayed some more. OMG

Baby Girl: I think maybe it got on my pillow. I don't know.

ME: just to show you my stamina, I was not passed out yet from the stench or the lack of oxygen or the blood rushing like a volcano in my veins. I jerked up the pillows and threw them out the door. And muttered some more OMGs and OMGs. Baby Girl just looking at me. There was some strange growling noise, but I don't know where it came from.

And eventually after 2 days (seriously) with the window open and fan pulling out the funk out the house started to smell better. Now there is no box for Theo the turtle! Nope not gonna go through the ‘have you fed / watered her? Cleaned the box? That’s right…no not turtle soup-gross, Theo now lives in Baby Girl’s bathtub. Hey when Baby Girl wants a shower she has to clean the tub, every time she uses the bath room she remembers to fed / water Theo. Too bad I didn’t think of this sooner.

Okay now for the winner from my last post give a way (drum roll please) Daisy;  yea and horray and high fives. Be sure to send me (paigevonliber (at sign) gmail (dot) com) your address so I can get your super and super give a way to you.

Oh by the way (btw) leave a comment and you will be entered in my 2nd give away and don’t forget to tweet and all that for more chances to win. Yes Daisy you can win again, but only if your enter and only if your name is drawn again

Disapointed & Surprised!

I know, you can’t believe that I, me of all people is disappointed in anything. I have had that Poem tab, see it up at the top’ish…it says “Poems” Well anyways according to my blog stats it has only been viewed four, that would be 4, times my dear internets and I personally think those were by moi. Is there anything I can say that would induce y’all to read* ‘em? Never mind the fact that you read* them when I first posted ‘em.                .Joke, my dear internets it’s a joke.

But really go read ‘em!

Or at least click on the tab doohickie so I think you read ‘em.

Now on to the surprised part of the post…did y’all notice (I didn’t) that I have surpassed the 300 post mark? Wish I knew how many post I had on the original Paradise Valley err the old blogger. I bet it was a million (at least) Don’t you?

And another surprised moment when I ventured over to tweak my profile bio…haha I have almost reached the Five-Thousand view mark for my wondermous profile. Shucks who knew so many would be interested in this little ol’ queen of Paradise Valley 2…Hell’s Mountain? We are unanimous when we say, I love y’all, my dear internets!

So on New Year's Day

My son came over and his girlfriend and y’all know that means my beautiful newest granddaughter came with them. I love her, she hardly cried at all, even when I pinched her. Hahaha, not really, but it made YOU laugh. Or cringe...whatever.


We had a nice visit and ate our traditional dinner of black eyed peas (for luck), cabbage (for money), ham (for continued food on the table), mashed potatoes (for we like ‘em), and biscuits (forgot to buy rolls). I held Wynter while everyone else ate, then Grampy held her while I ate. It was good. Then they had to go which was okay as Beloved had to go marry someone. Remember? I told y’all.

We drove up to Willis, took some pictures out in  the yard. Found out that our 2nd cousin’s friend was our son’s girlfriend’s aunt. I know small world and all. We drove down and around about a quarter mile or so and ended up in a small clearing in the woods. We all piled out of our cars, gathered around and Beloved spoke the words and the happy, in love, couple repeated ‘em and shared gifts of rings and then they kissed. And some of us missed the shot, so they had to kiss longer and more. It was beautiful. And then we took more pictures and hugged and offered well wishes. And hugged some more. Then it started getting too cold for the little ones, so we piled in our cars and drove to The Road House for some yummy food. Then we paid and we left the happy couple to tend to wedding night business. Y’all know {wink}

And then we got home and watched some celebrity ghost stories and got our milk and went to bed.

And it was one of the best First Day’s of the new year. How’s about y’all? Did you, my dear internets have a pleasant first One-One-One One?

Are you excited? Well you should be, my birthday is coming and I’ll be at the half way mark. I‘m all excited and nervous and all wiggly inside. Well, it hasn’t been that easy climbing this hill ya know…see some of it’s rocky.

Hello--

It’s me.

I know I’ve been scare around here and over there lately. Yes of course I have great reasons

My classes are finishing up, our trip has ended and I’m ready to buckle down and get back to you—my dear internets.

Oh the trip? You mean the surprise trip I didn’t tell y’all about? Yes, we traveled to Savannah Georgia for Thanksgiving. Picture perfect weather the whole time we were there, lovery place (it’s okay for you to be jealous).

On Thanksgiving, when almost every place was closed, we packed up the cooler with some beef B-O-L-O-G-N-A, some bread, pickles, apples and waters drove over the big-huge a$$ed bridge to Hilton Head, South Carolina and had a picker-nic on the beach. Baby girl’s first time to see the Atlantic.

Then on Friday we drove down to St. Augustine Florida, sorry to say it was way tourist trapish, but we didn’t mind and had a good time anyways. Cause we are that kind of people.

Drove back to Georgia to see Aunt Nonie and Uncle Dan. They are doing fine by the way.

Then we went back to Florida, I know this whole back and forth zig zaggy thing. Only this time it was so we could come home. Weather was still beautiful (jealous-I see it in y’alls eyes)

My classes, I win! I am so smart now I can hardly contain my brain inside my skull anymore. I mean my eyes are practically bulging as if I had some kind of illness. Haha I knew you could picture that without a photo.

It’s cool enough to work in my studio more, okay so it has been for a while, I just didn’t tell you cause I was Arting (not Farting) in my spare time instead of visiting y’all, my dear internets. Oh did I mention about the November Poem A Day Challenge? Yeah I did that too and I’m most likely too in love with some of them. Y’all know it’s not good to be in love with your words and junk. Ah well, it’s good to be Queen of my own Paradise Valley. And I need to pick some and submit ‘em for the Chap book challenge portion of the gig.

Yes I have stopped doing any new photos over on my 365 Views by Me blog. See it wasn’t just y’all that I neglected. And who knows maybe I’ll have an announcement of some sort in January or something.

No! I’m not gonna have a baby, but we are waiting for grandchild number 9 to arrive, almost just any time now…so with that I’m outta here for now. Cross your fingers that I’ll be by soon to read ya if not sooner.

K-bye.

ps I have missed y'all...Did y'all miss me?

How Fast is...

Fast ENOUGH?

So did you get a helpful tip bubble on your screen the last time you updated your blog? I did, and it was cool.

Supposedly blog readers don’t like hanging out waiting for a page to load and that leads to folks not reading you…that is IF it takes too long for your page to be done loading.

And I want to read you and I want all my dear internets to be read by lots and lots of peeps. And furthermore and so forth I, Queen of this cheer valley hereby decree that you, yes all of you – my dear internets go here and learn how to speed up your loading time cause your fast may not be fast enough. Just saying

Oh, are you curious about just how fast it takes your blog to load? Check out this site for getting a handle on your time.

My stats are Paradise Valley 2…Hell’s Mountain - 06.560

365 Views by Me – 01.631 seconds

I tested this a couple of times / few times and this was the average for my blogs.

NOW

Get Ready

Set

Go

Tell me your time and tell me who is ready for Christmas?

Prolific Blogger

As stated and awarded by dear Deanna, who is a crazya$$ in her own write (not a typo); Thank you so much for this nifty-not yet – fifty award. Anyways there are strings, but not violin or heart strings. So… Why are there rules? IMO it’s because somebody likes being bossy, but it’s not me. Not this time. And here they are, the rules people not the boss.

1. Every winner of the Prolific Blogger Award has to pass on this award to at least seven other deserving prolific bloggers.

2. Each Prolific Blogger must link to the blog from which he/she has received the award.

3. Every Prolific Blogger must link back to the original post that started all this, it explains the origins and motivation for the award. And that would be Hazra, of Advance Booking.

4. Every Prolific Blogger must visit said starting post and add his/her name in the Mr. Linky, that way we all can get to know the other winners.

I hereby pass this fine and fancy a$$ed award onto the following

Yeah, yeah I’m playing by the rules…Again (said in Forest Gump style) Now on to an additional note, one of personal value I have passed 2 exams. And everybody (that would be you my dear, most dearest internets) says YEAH BABY! And the luffa shower was terrific!

TeaHouseBlossom

Positive Letters

Down River Drivel

Shine the Devine

Unedited

Left Brain Write

What’s in my Head

And Ta Dah

We are back for our disclosure of the guts. Yes indeed the insides of my world famous first ever successful loofa. Like I said in the last post I did not wait the “prescribed” time and all, but I am very pleased with my jumping the gun.

I squeezed the plucked fruit and the skin felt loose so I squeezed some to loosen the rest and the skin split. That’s okay as you know I was very excited, like a kid having a birthday, so I plunged my thumbs in and wriggled them around then boo-ah, the leathery like skin peeled right off. Amazing, because this was nothing at all like I had read about online, where I read how it was “hard” to get the skin off the fiber. Oh well, chalk it up to beginners luck.

Of course the insides were wet, sorta slimy even, so I rinsed and rinsed, squeezing seeds out as I went. Thumping the loofa membrane on the side of the sink, till I finally got all the seeds out. I was very surprised to find that is was soft, like one of the store bought plastic doo-hickies.

Does it sound silly to be so excited about a loofa? I know, I know reminds some of y’all about my cotton. I can’t really explain it, this feeling of growing one of God’s plants and holding such really cool, nature-rific products in my own two hands.

And now, I’m sure, y’all are wondering what I’m gonna do with this luffa. Me too, but perhaps I’ll use it in the shower. I mean I can’t be sure how good a product I have unless I use it myself. Right?

How about it, my dear internets do y’all have any unique ideas I can steal use? I’d love to hear ‘em as I will have a few more of these awesome nature-rific loofahs sitting around.

It is official

My youngest is now 18, fully an adult by the numerical standard of age. She is in her senior year of high school and has doubled-up on the important classes so she can graduate next May. Bless her heart, school has always been difficult for her yet she tries and does as well as she can. Baby girl is a repetitive learner, meaning she has to do over and over etc. to get the hang of it and don’t vary the way or change the sequence. I love her so much and worry so much. She has done really well the last year and half in this small church school.

Why am I telling y’all this, cause my baby is E-I-G-H-T-E-E-N!

Need I really say anymore?

Yeah, I thought not.

Here's the scoop...

So I started these classes, to improve my office skills and they are taking more time and brain cells then I would have thought. Ahh who am I kidding…I’m trying to learn accounting hooey. And let me say, no offense to any of my number inclined dear internets, it is very brain taxing. And full of reverse, backwards, opposite kinds of a system. Humph!


I’m also taking Excel 2007, next month will be quick books (?) and another round of accounting and Excel and I won’t even mention October and the rest of my life…Now that I have complained about a good thing I will trudge on.

I will still be posting (gotta have some funs), however my visiting of your places may be a little less than normal. I’ll try to come over when I can and if my brain allows I’ll leave love notes or kicks in the pants; whichever is necessary. Okay fine so maybe a hug.

Numbers and figuring is making me a little OCD. I drive the car and try and figure out how many miles to a gallon and was the money I gave to Jon (a lady friend-really) enough to cover it? Baby girl has started back to school and there went my schedule. Now I’m trying to figure out timing, take her there, what can I get done before I need to pick her up, what’s for supper, where’s my pencil, did I do that…

Okay, calm down, it will be alright. It will be whatever it will be and I’ll cope with it. Isn’t that what I always say, well maybe not quite like that, but sorta?

One step at a time, one hurdle, another step, another hurdle and still I weigh too much! Well after all weight, like sex, is involved with everything. Right? Crunch, crunch, crunch! Oh sorry that was the sound of-- no not exercise silly, but eating. Do I have y’all convinced at how busy I am? Well I am, so off I go, a lesson is waiting for me to learn it and so on and so forth.

And how are you doing? Yes, of course I still expect you to comment here---like duh!

Squirrely Cotton

Y’all, my dear internets, know how I have been planting a few cotton plants the last couple/few years. I know you member, Anyway this year they have really been looking good. Lots of blooms and bug free bolls. I have been expecting quite the hall in cotton balls and just waiting for them to pop, once the August sun beat down on them in all it dryness.

Almost daily I would go check on my loverly little cotton plants. I would ever so gingerly move aside leaves to get a better look at the green pods just waiting to burst. Thoughts of what I could do with all the cotton I would surely get…Q-tips, towels, quilts and cotton blue-jeans. Hey it could have happened…

That is until those damned crazy a$$ed squirrels decided they, the un-popped cotton bolls, looked like some kind of fancy smachy French nuts or something. One evening while eating super I notice some white stuff laying out near the flower bed, so when I finished eating I went to see what it was. Well I declare it was a cotton boll. What!? Teeth marks? Those little tree rats plucked it right off the plant and gnawed it open. See, can you see the little teeth marks?

The cotton was fully formed, the seeds were not and it was damp, but I saved the cotton and tossed the seeds. Then the very next morning I went out to check my loofa plants and the cotton plants and dang it all if those devil critters didn’t tear almost every single boll off one of the cotton plants…

A couple were in holes, green tops barely poking outta the dirt and a couple had just been chewed on an strew about in the damp grass. What ta H E double hockey sticks. How am I supposed to guard my precious cotton plants? Keep ‘em safe from the evil likes of squirrels?

Where’s my gun, I’ll show those varmints whose cotton that is. What about you, any kind of varmints eating at ya? Tree rats? People rats? Boss rats?

Emergency Post

This is a copy of the email I just sent off to Jannie the Funster. Maybe if I let all my dear internets know what's going on they will turn up. Okay so I'm hopping Jannie won't be mad at me too. Alright here's the email

Jannie, I had a surprise in the PO box yesterday...thanks so much. I love 'em

I'm just sorry I have to tell you this, but there has been a slight altercation the set of rooster salt & pepper shakers we already had, got their beaks outta joint when they saw the new bigger set of chicken S&P and before I knew it they had hen pecked the new ones until they announced they would not stay here (for long). Then promptly marched off to make a nest in the great packing material that you used. This morning when I got up I hunted for a couple of eggs to boil and low and behold Salt and Pepper were nowhere to be found. I was so upset I could just ring all their necks! Then I went out to the mail box to post a birthday card to my mom and found a note in the box.


Paige, we don't like it here! We are moving on! Hope to find new home or maybe we travel around!


What a pair of little chicken shits. And all those exclamation points, what was up with that? I'll let ya know if / when they show back up.


please give all my best to Lil' Kelly & JimBo

xxxooo

Paige

ps it's not my fault it was the rooster set of seasonings :-)

If ya get a chance please drop by and tell her It's not my fault, really it's not. Please and thank you so very much.

Color me Excited

I want to show y’all this nifty new kaleidoscope I just got in the mail.

Pretty neato, huh? I ordered it from a fella, Mike Speed, when we were in Kerrville. He had a booth set up at the courthouse square and only had a sample left. Figures so I ordered on and it came, although this is not just like the sample…I like mine better. Well it was custom made for moi after all. I told Mike that I would like a “wand”, that’s the clear part with the colored sand & stars in it, with mostly purples and likewise the stained glass part to be in the purple family. No, I’m not quite a purple freak, everything is not that color in my house or my closet, but it IS my favorite color. Well I suppose my studio door and the French doors into the back of the house are purple…and I’m thinking about painting the shutters and front door purple too. Hey I’m a unique kinda person and that makes me special. Besides purple is a fueng shui color for fame so maybe it’ll give my blog a boost or my writing or one of my many other talents. Do to, special is so a Talent! And yellow is for health and that’s the other color I’m thinking about using. The front door is currently red and someone else on our street went and painted theirs red and that made me want to repaint the front door and the shutters to match it.

So there-humph.

Speaking of color the one that I dislike most is taupe, it is like this whole non color as far as I’m concerned that and the DMV loves it. Beige / khaki is okay just not taupe.

And now for a totally different turn of events

How’s about a poem? You WOULD like that, wouldn’t you my dear internets…sure you would. Okay you talked me into it.

Echoes of Glory

And clouds appeared as in a surreal painting
Dark purple-black, edged in golden orange
Shimmering reflections of a Texas sun
Smiling upon the red, white and blue
Proudly waving in a night’s falling
Light and the moon and stars rose
Ever so gently in translucent echoes of glory

Happy Fourth of July to all my dear internets. May Old Glory fly forever free!

Whats Bugging YOU?

So I had this little problem. I was sitting out on the breezeway contemplating some of the world’s most confounding ideas. When all of a sudden a giant wasp decided to have a drink of my coke and it dived in ~ head first no less. Now I don’t drink soda often, it makes my toes look like sausages, so I was a bit put out. What to do? Well being a regular type of frugal person that I am, I fished it out after it drowned. Then continued on with my contemplatingness and drinking of the now watered down coke. Then Bam! WamOH it occurred to me…Crap that dang-ol’ wasp most likely peed in my coke!

Does it look like it to you? Come on my dear internets, has anything like this happened to you and please tell me that you just fished out the drowned bug and drank on without missing a puddle. Please tell me I’m not the only one…

Face it

 A post of mish mosh history with future gazing including visuals

Spring Crawfish Festival, back in the spring (April). Ah come on people let’s just face it some people are not meant to wear this type of clothing. This woman, as she appeared to be every bit of 35+, was over tanned and trying to look young by showing way, way too much butt cleavage. I won’t even mention her muffin top nor the fact that she needed a Brazilian on the opposite side. Nope not gonna bring it up not even a little like the way my lunch was in the back of my throat. Please my dear internets don’t let this be you, even if she were 20 that would be just too much of her private business hanging out. Don’t you think so?

This is my baby girl pealing and trying her fist crawdad, mudbug, crayfish, poor man’s lobster. She thought it was “okay”. Beloved likes them and me, eh they are…okay so I don’t like ‘em and besides who wants to work that hard for a ¼ teaspoon worth of meat not to mention head suckers. Eww! Can you feel me?

Where’s the crystal ball? Ah who needs one? So I have signed up baby girl for a drawing class over at the college, she likes drawing and is not too bad at it. But because she is 17 (a minor) I must take the class with her. Well it’s not real expensive and it would be a good mother daughter thing to do, so I’m gonna do it. Even though I cannot draw so good. Duh, you may say, that is the whole point of taking a class. I admit I’m looking forward to it after all I may pick up more than an eraser. Who knows I may even show you. What do you think about doing something you don’t normally do to help encourage your child