Tag: ha ha

…so… apparently….

 
 
…my Blogger issues were not the fault of Blogger this time at all.
When I’m wrong, I say it.
 
After screwing around with browser after browser,
(that actually sounds worse than a Miley Cyrus performance)
…then not being able to get on the internet at ALL….
 
I realized we weren’t in Kansas anymore, Toto.
 
So I called the computer guy,
who stopped by and quickly figured out that one
of my hard drives had crashed.
 
While that’s being re-worked,
I’m on the husband’s computer..
MUCH TO HIS CHAGRIN.
 
I move stuff when I sit here at the big important desk, don’t ya know.
Heck, I even breathe on it!
 
So, I’ll be back with places to share and stories to tell…
just not on this computer.
 
Apparently.
:-)

The Love Machine…. apparently

When we took Ruby and Torch for a paddle 
on the pond a few days back, a woman was sitting in her car
in the parking lot  and struck up a conversation with my husband
about the truck. 
This truck always get attention when it’s out and about. 
No matter where  he takes it,  someone’s gonna tell him how much they love the truck. 
Particularly women. 

So after I am standing in that parking lot for 15 minutes 
patiently twiddling my thumbs while that lovely woman
went on and on..
The husband and I finally pull the boats down toward the water and he says…
“If I had that truck when I was single I’d be getting laid every day“. 
I’m thinking that’s a little ambitious. 
*sigh*   

The Tale of Two Tuxes

   One of my son’s friends is staying with us for a few days while his parents are away. 
Yesterday, at breakfast before school…
ME: Boys, put your tuxes together for me so that I can return them today.
THEM:  (the obligatory head nod acknowledgement of the request)
Later in the morning I go upstairs for the tuxes…
Someone understood the instructions.
The other?… my husband would say..
he’s just like is mother.
(*ahem)  

My very own fixer upper

Me: TEXT –  Hey, what do you think of this house? Any potential?
The electric and flooring are shot.
(photos sent)

Him: TEXT –  Where is that house?  and… something looks …really off. 
Me: TEXT – LOL….it’s in our driveway.
Now, I know it ain’t much…
and it’s kinda flimsy and old and dilapidated and outdated.
But.. I’ve always wanted to decorate a dollhouse, don’t ask me why..
I have never been a fan of actual “dolls”.  Terrified me as a girl.
But a dollhouse?  That needs renovation?
Awesome. $40 find in an old treasures store?… even more awesome.
Anyone know how I can tell what scale “stuff” I’m supposed to buy?
floor to ceiling in rooms measures 8″.   I’ve googled that question but I’m still confused about the scaling.
Some sites tell me to buy 1″ scale, others tell me to buy 1/2 scale.  HUH?
I did order new wood flooring and tile for the bathroom so far.
The electrical has been ripped out. 
Any advice? 
I final bought my very own fixer upper 🙂 

Home for wayward turtles

  It all started with Goldie, the homeless Goldfish.  Story Here.  Goldie lived for a while quite happily in a five gallon tank with a buddy and an algae eater in my sons bedroom.  Then one evening there was some sneaky activity involving a couple of teenage boys and some slithering up and down the back stairs while we ‘rents were otherwise occupied.  Suddenly there was a 55 gallon aquarium on the desk once used for homework (*ahem) and Goldie and friends got a slightly bigger tank. 

  Last night there was once again the pitter patter of sneaky feet up the back stairway while we were busy in the kitchen.   All were called down for dinner and there was definitely an air of smirkitude amongst the boyz. 

DAD:  What are you doing upstairs, I hear the backstairs footsteps, you’re not fooling me.
SON:   What?  OH.  It’s just your birthday present, really!  DON’T GO UPSTAIRS AND LOOK!!!

yeah, ok. I’ve got a bridge to sell you too….  

Apparently, while visiting the local pet store to get more aquarium supplies, he happened to admire the turtles.  The ever-helpful sales associate said   “you want one of those?  I’ve got one in the back that just got dumped here, the owner didn’t want him anymore.  I can’t legally sell him or his tank and equipment… you can have the whole thing for $10.!!”

You know what he did, right?    Because he’s MY SON, right?

 The newly adopted Turtle is a red-eared Slider.  They are the most common of pet turtles and are fairly easy to care for.  This one has been neglected. He had very long nails which I had to trim with a nail clipper (yes, I did).  He is the size of a small dinner plate and has outgrown his tank.  Probably why the owner was done with him.  Today I am going to find smaller rock formations out under the frozen tundra and give him more swimming room. Someday he will have to move from this tank, but we’re not going there right now!  
Turtles are more observant than you might think.  He follows us around the room with his
eyes and begs for food too.   My son is thrilled, and so far he is taking very good care of
all his tanks.

  

Yes, I said ALL his tanks.  Because he now has a mini aquarium upstairs…
more on that tomorrow.
OH, and… Happy birthday DAD. 

     

Blue Moon

    One of my favorite shoreline stores is Blue Moon Gallery in Guilford, CT.  I doubt there is a soul on this planet with an artistic or spiritual or humorous bent that couldn’t find 100 things to love in that shop.  The Mr. gave me a gift certificate for Christmas and today I spent it.   Here are some of my new treasures…

SERIOUSLY!!!…..
This is a Raku guardian angel, no bigger than your thumb.
You tell her your worries and fears and she works them for you,
while you leave them with her and go live your life joyously and pursue your goals..
I have no one to give this card to at this very moment…
however I couldn’t pass it up.

I am woman, hear me roar!

  The boys left early this morning to get more snow removal accomplished… our parents are still not plowed out.  Neither are some of the many roads in this area, and I-95 was still unplowed as of last night, hard to believe.   That left me staring wistfully at the snowbound gator up at the barn this morning.. my much-needed manure removal system.   I said .. self?  Suck it up.  Get the snow shovel and git er dun.   I want you to say that just as I typed it, with emphasis   🙂

So, I shoveled out the gator, only to shovel sh-t.
The great news here is… the girlchild showed up right about this time
and shoveled the sh-t for me. 

a Me-Me – for you too.

Weather Outside:  Foggy, misty, rainy morning. Mud everywhere and then some.

Breakfast:  Gluten free homemade waffles with gingerbread syrup.
(Stonewall Kitchen brand… WOW, seriously good)

Pondering:  Should I have let the chickens out to wander for a while? or are they gonna get lost in the mist.

  Also, why is Britney Spears still on the radar?  I feel sorry for her, I do.  Xfactor dumped her, and so did her newest fiance.  She doesn’t have what it takes to survive with sanity the world of entertainment, why can’t they just leave her alone to live a simple life and raise her boys in a healthy way.  Probably because she doesn’t want that either.  I find it very disturbing, the public crash and burn of some celebrities. They can’t seem to get out of their own way to save themselves.  And the vultures waiting to document it.

Reading:  January First – almost unbelievable and courageous true story of the Schofield family. Google Jani Schofield if you’re interested. I guarantee, you’ll never look at your own life the same again without a heck of a lot of appreciation.  Warning – it is disturbing and heartwrenching.

Current Crush:   Justin Timberlake and Phillip Phillips.  Yes I know they are way way way too young for me.  I can still appreciate that they are charming and adorable and down to earth despite their star status.  Hey, I had crushes on Paul Newman and Robert Redford and they were WAY older than me.  

Ok… your turn, in the comments section.