We have an issue with an unwanted neighbor, the kind with four legs. This is Jack.
Jack is the proverbial neighborhood dog. He emerges from his doggie door each and every morning and proceeds to roam the entire neighborhood taunting other dogs and cats held hostage by fences, collars, and closed doors. He is the proud owner of the cul-de-sac and he does not fear anything. We also think he is part cat. In his almost nine years he has been kicked by a horse, bitten by countless snakes including a water moccasin, and almost been hit by many neighborhood cars. And he has lived to show it, battle scars and all.
And he is also an intruder. It is not unheard of for me to come downstairs and find him roaming around my kitchen looking for a snack. He just walks right in like he owns the place. His owner came over the other day and was joking about how much of a Houdini he is. They lock his doggie door and bar exits and still he finds his way out. We tend to think it has something to with this beautiful girl:
He is slightly infatuated with Ellie. Since she came to live with us in January of ’07, he has been making his appearance more and more. He always tries to sneak in the house to see her. Case in point the other day as I was leaving for work, I did the “Jack look” to make sure he was not behind me as I backed out. All clear. I back out. I figured he might have been off flirting with another neighboorhood doggie. I just happened to look back toward my house as the garage door was closing just in time to see four little legs running across the inside of my garage.
Oh, heck no. He has made it inside and is trying to sneak in. He was good at being a sneak and he almost made it. I had to stop the car, open the garage door and coax him out. He knew he had been caught. His ears perked up and he scurried off to the his house. I think I hurt his feelings-he hasn’t been back.
I always knew girls would be hard to raise, but this is ridiculous!
Tags: Election, Politics
This is such a sticky subject, but I am going there. I consider myself a pretty moderate person when it comes to politics. There are a few issues I am very passionate about. Just to mention a few: foreign affairs, the environment, the war, our veterans, family issues and healthcare. I was so impressed with the ability everyone had over at Alexa’s to nicely discuss their need or lack of party affiliation. It seems overwhelmingly that most of you are not connecting to a party but to the issues, which in my mind is very wise. I also was so relieved to see that most of us seem to really understand and are passionate enough to be educated about the issues that are deciding the course of the future of our country. No longer are we just voting a certain ticket because someone told us to or because our great great grandfather did, we are choosing based on our conscious and what will impact our future. Bravo!
It got me to wondering. If we are breaking the mold of generations and not necessarily choosing our candidate based on their party affiliation, what are the issues that will ultimately decide your choice for the next president? What do you do if you are like me and you find yourself supporting different platforms of both candidates? How do you weigh the importance of one issue versus another?
Like Alexa said, discuss nicely!
T-minus four days and I will be here:
listening to this:
and reading this:
Let the countdown begin!
Last night I was sitting on my front porch. Just sitting, which is very hard for me, and listening to nothing. I amazed even myself at my ability to be still. My quiet moments usually happen in my car these days, so to be completely and utterly still was so nice. I forgot how I miss it. It is hard for me to slow down and relax. Even at home with nothing to do I am usually very manic about cleaning, sorting or organizing. I can always think of something else to do. Even in the shower, normally a time for most people to stop and reflect, I use it to make a mental list of things to do as soon as I get out.
I know. I need to work on this.
My mom calls it the “road-runner” in me. Constantly moving. Beep beep. Never slowing down. Beep beep. But is it really a bad thing to think that there is something that can be constantly improved or bettered? No, I am sure it isn’t, but there is also some really great things that can come from just being still and listening. I liked it It didn’t drive me crazy. I think I will do it more from here on out.
Is this just me? Am I crazy??
Thanks to Alexa, who sent me down memory lane, I found this old gem. This was my all-time favorite show as a kid. And if you say you are too young to remember this we will no longer be friends.
I am quite positive that the only reason I learned to rhyme was due to Muffy. Looking back though it is quite sad to see a grown woman spend most of her time with a make-believe plastic man, a mouse, and a couple of puppets, but it was my favorite and Jodie was my hero!
I really hate to even say that I am attempting to become a vegetarian. I know that once I say that I will have the overwhelming urge for chicken wings and I will fall into failure and dismay all of my fellow vegetarian friends. But on the advice of one of them who gave me some very fabulous resources, I have now drastically reduced the amount of meat I am eating. It is a start right?? I am having some major trouble with the seafood though. Crab and salmon in my sushi is a must, and I fear I will never truly be a vegetarian.
However, in my quest to cut out some meat, I along with hubby have also made the transition to soy milk, and the next step is to give up cheese. Let’s not hold our breathe people. I love my cheese, even though it does not always love me. But that is for another time.
Now on to why vegetarianism is killing me. Tonight I came home and was in the process of making a fantastic salad. I went to my refrigerator to retrieve my essentials: lettuce, cucumbers, peppers, onions, and the one that almost did me in-the tomatoes. I know what you are thinking. No, I am not in the throws of a very tardy bout of salmonella. I am not nauseous and wishing a quick and sudden death due to the horrible and yes, now non-existent outbreak.
When I tell you this I am being dead serious. The tomatoes hurt me. There that is it. I am so embarrassed. It is like the vegetables are seeking revenge on me for eating more of them in my quest to save a few animals.
Welcome to the ridiculousness I call my life.
As I opened my veggie drawer in my refrigerator, I suddenly hear the loudest pop ever. Kind of like the sound you hear when a gun fires you pop a can of biscuits, except this one happened right in front of my left eye. The plastic container which held my beautiful ready-chopped tomatoes from Publix my local store had somehow taken in so much air that once I opened the drawer and the pressure changed it became like a soda bottle shaken too much and the lid popped of. I am not going to lie, I almost peed on myself from the sudden noise. Then I realized that I had this horrible burning sensation in my eye. As I tried to make it to the sink to perform the emergency eye irrigation, I was so panicked because I thought I was blinded for life that I stubbed my toe on the island in my kitchen and lo and behold I had two injuries.
I. Kid. You. Not.
Do you know how hard it is to try to bandage a hurt toe with one eye? Let’s just say it’s not easy.
I will never look at Veggie Tales the same. They are out to get me.
Tags: Kate Spade
One pair of most cherished Kate Spade eyeglasses.
Last seen during a fit of rage over the Chinese women’s scoring debacle in Women’s Gymnastics.
Please return them to their home. They are very much missed. Owner heartbroken (and blind).
If bringing them directly to residence do not beware of dogs. They are loud but harmless.
Tags: Entertainment, Nastia, Olympics, Shawn, Women's Gymnastics
The Summer Olympics are my favorite. I love the fact that every four years the world, for the most part, seems to stop, watch, and realize that our planet is full of amazing and talented people who may not look like us, worship like us, or live like us, but all in all we come to realize that we are all just people living on a rock.
I love the unity that it brings, the exposure to other cultures that it gives us, and the heroes it produces for us to admire.
One of my favorite stories so far from this games comes from the example of Nastia Liukin and Shawn Johnson. Comeptitors, teammates, and roommates, they hold many roles to each other.
In the midst of the most heated athletic competition known to our world, these two women have competed against each other and won the women’s highest honors, all the while remaining friends and supporters of each other. They exemplify class and respect each time they speak about their relationship. They went into the competition as individuals, yet they committed to supporting each other as teammates. They said from the beginning that they wanted to go 1-2 in the Women’s All-Around. And they did. But they both understood that one would be first and one would be second. But in the midst of it all they remained each others biggest supporter.
How phenomenal is that? They chose to use each others talents and strengths as catapults to drive harder and push themselves at their own training and aspirations, instead of tearing each other down and competing negatively which would have lead them to ruin.
While they were both each other’s main competition, they remained friends and teammates first, refusing to hinder each other’s goal.
What an amazing example this is to women everywhere.
I have been the first-hand recipient of some less-than-nice women all of my life. Instead of seeing me as a teammate or a friend, they chose to lash out in fear of their own territory and in the end it caused great strife and rifts in the attaining of our common goal. I have left jobs because of it, lost friends over it, and refused to participate in organizations because of the drama that some women bring upon their own. Women everywhere, take notice. These two young women have it all figured out.
Life up your teammate, even in times of competition. Support their process, even at the cost of your own gain. Celebrate their success, even in the midst of your own set-backs. It’s really not that difficult.
And that is why those two young women make me proud. A few medals gold and silver medals are just to boot.
Tags: Food, Smoothie King
This really happened to me. I pull up to Smoothie King after a very long, hot morning.
Speaking into the speaker:
Me: I would like to order one small Grape Expectation with no banana. Only grape, papaya, and strawberries. I would also like one small Light and Fluffy.
Teenage clerk who speaks in 90’s surfer slang with a slight hint of valley girl.
Clerk: So that is one Grape Expectation with extra banana –
Me: No, no banana in the Grape Expectation.
Clerk: Ok, no banana in the Light and Fluffy.
Me: No, I want no banana in the Grape and leave everything in the Light and Fluffy.
Clerk: SO you just want the Light and Fluffy with everything? Ok, that will be 3.89.
Me: No, I want a Grape Expectation, with NO BANANA only the papaya, strawberries, and grapes. I also need one small Light and Fluffy normal.
Clerk: Ok, so that is one Grape Expectation. No papaya with extra banana.
Me: No, NO BANANA in the Grape Expectation. Yes, I want papaya, grape and strawberry in the regular amounts.
Clerk: So you want extra papaya in the Grape Expectation?
-beats head against steering wheel. I am giving up the battle.
Me: Yes, yes whatever.
Clerk: Ok that will be 9.15. (because the extra papaya times two costs more)
And the big company wins again.
Tags: Amazon, Books
I think the universe is trying to tell me something. Today I opened my mailbox and there is a package. It had a return address for a book company that I have never heard of. I opened it and inside was this:
But here is the thing. I did not order it. I am positive. I even checked my buyer history on Amazon because I thought that I may have been doing too many things to remember that I had ordered it. That was not the case. Hubby also didn’t order it.
What does this mean??