SEASHELL HEAD…
This was taken several years ago in Cortez Florida…
Ahem….a poem…
There once was a head full of seashells
not rubies, not diamonds, not pearls
Still it’s better than my head full of cowbells
stale peanuts and blue jays and squirrels
THE SNOW BIRDS…
Lots of snow yesterday and these poor guys had to wait until it all died down before they could come to eat…Brace yourselves, there will be more images coming…I should turn this into a weather type report..but call it a zannyro report….
At 9:29 a.m. a light dusting of zannyro was moving to the east…this zannyro event may include large amounts of posting, silliness up to your eyeballs and strange and hazardous reading conditions….people in the path of this event should take shelter far from their computers, preferably with a large supply of chocolate on hand…we expect this onslaught to last longer than you want it to….stay tuned for further updates….
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GIRL ON FIRE….
MAYBE I’LL POST AN IMAGE LATER..BUT RIGHT NOW SOME OF MY SILLINESS HAS TAKEN OVER…IT COULD BE THE CHOCOLATE I JUST ATE!!
THE SCARY THING IS THAT I’M JUST RACING AROUND SCARING THE DOG AND LOOKING FOR MICE…WHO NEEDS A KITTEN??? I COULD CATCH ALL OF THE MICE SINGLE HANDEDLY…..
SO FAR THIS MORNING I’VE DRIED A LOAD OF TEN SOCKS FOR ONE HOUR…TOO LONG?? I’M SO WIRED I’M NOT A GOOD JUDGE OF IMPORTANT THINGS LIKE THIS AT THE MOMENT….BACK TO THE MICE…..I’LL BET IF I SAT BY THE BASEMENT DOOR AND WAS VERY, VERY QUIET I COULD SURPRISE THE LITTLE ONE ON ROLLER SKATES AND JUMP ON IT AND WRESTLE IT TO THE GROUND AND THEN THROW IT OUT THE DOOR !!!!
I WAS JUST TALKING TO ANOTHER BLOGGER, NOT TEN MINUTES AGO AND THE PINK TUTU CAME UP….I THINK I’LL GO PUT IT ON MY HEAD AND USE IT AS MY MOUSE HUNTING HEADGEAR….I COULD STORE CHEESE IN IT AND MAYBE SOME PEANUT BUTTER…YOU KNOW TO HAVE AT HAND, SO THAT I COULD USE IT TO LURE THE MICE IN…..I COULD ALSO PUT SOME CRACKERS UP IN THE TUTU AND MAYBE A SMALL BOTTLE OF WINE AND I COULD HAVE A PICNIC WHILE I WAITED FOR THE MICE…..
SHHHHHHHHHHH…EVERYBODY BE QUIET….I HEAR SOMETHING……I HEAR TINY LITTLE FOOTSTEPS…..
I’M GOING TO LAY FLAT ON THE FLOOR AND SLIDE MYSELF OVER TO THE FIREPLACE…I THINK I SEE SOMETHING MOVING IN THERE…
SOMEBODY SET THE TIMER ON THE DRYER FOR ANOTHER HOUR.
HERE KITTY KITTY…
Somebody tie me down…I’m ready to jump in the car and drive back to see the Big Cats…I don’t know what it is about them, maybe I was a lion tamer in a former life..but if I bought into that explanation for the pull I feel for the cats, then would that mean that I was also a cowgirl in the past?…(my love of horses)…a ballet dancer?…(my issues with a pink tutu)…the owner of a chocolate factory?…( my addiction to chocolate)…a shark?…(my obsessive compulsive disorder when it comes to collecting shark’s teeth..22,000 and counting)…
Maybe I was Ansel Adams in a past life…(everybody stop laughing)…was I a beautician?…(well those who know me would know THAT is impossible)…
was I a Vegas entertainer?…(that would explain sitting in a giant pumpkin at Halloween and throwing weird gifts at my guests)….was I some kind of commando?..(my desire to sneak around in black clothes and a ski mask).
No driving to see the Cats today….I’m going to pretend that I was Ernest Hemingway in a former life…lock myself in a room, (which everyone will appreciate) and write….well here’s hoping anyway….
I’ll leave you with one of my favorite cats…”Handsome”.
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REPORTING LIVE FROM THE ROAD….
THIS JUST IN…..THEY’RE HIDING SUBWAY SANDWICH SHOPS!!!!!
I kid you not….all I wanted to do was eat healthy….we were making SUCH good time on the road..and then I had to go and try to eat healthy…
It’s lunchtime, we’re gliding down the highway and hubby says..”where would you like to eat for lunch”….( do you hear the warning, clanging bells and sirens going off in the background?)…..I thought I heard a little something, but sadly, chose to ignore the “something”. SUBWAY!!, I sang out…Subway would be great!!…So we watch the signs and we finally see one for Subway..I pull off onto the exit ramp…up, up we go…and at the stop sign is an arrow that says we should go straight…BACK DOWN ONTO THE HIGHWAY??!!??….But being the good girl that I am, I follow the sign…we go down then up ANOTHER ramp that takes us to a stop sign….where we sit for ten minutes…no stoplight…but CONTINUAL CARS..so that we make no progress crossing and turning toward Subway…
FINALLY WE GET TO GO!! Hubby says “GO FOR IT!” And I pull madly and rapidly forward…into the path of a car that is racing toward me…apparently in this town they teach people to wait for cars trying to enter this road and then tell them they’ll earn a free meal at Subway if they scare the driver of the car to death….we survive my careening, screaming turn onto the highway…(hubby’s face has turned white…is that a bad sign? He says he can still feel his left arm.) We drive down the road but CANNOT FOR THE LIFE OF US FIND THE PROMISED SUBWAY SANDWICH SHOP!!! We finally give up…we’re getting mad now…we miscommunicate on a turn….I pull into the wrong road…hubby says to stop, we’ll grab a sandwich at this place…but little Miss picky-picky says NO!!!….(they have no little room for a lady to compose herself)…Hubby is trying to be patient, but Miss picky-picky is thinking that other people in their parked cars are beginning to stare….back into the car we get..
Back on the highway we go..to the NEXT exit where Hubby decides he would like some chicken…but it’s too spicy for “little Miss picky-picky won’t eat fried food”…(My words, not hubby’s)……..and the place is PACKED with people….I mean, WHY ARE ALL OF THESE PEOPLE HUNGRY WHEN I AM??? I’m so mad I refuse to eat..hubby gets a sandwich, but then won’t eat until he finds his adorable little wife her Subway treat…..back onto the highway we go…HE SEES ANOTHER SUBWAY SIGN!!! Off the highway we go…down to AN ACTUAL SUBWAY SANDWICH SHOP!!!!!!!!! It took him twenty-five minutes in order to get a sandwich….I was going to go in and do a search and rescue, ( and maybe grab a chocolate chip cookie), when out he came..SANDWICH IN HAND!!!
He is now pointing out every Subway sandwich sign that pops up along the highway…I may have to kill him.
EATING LIKE THE CAT…
I have now decided that the best way to watch my weight is to eat like my cat….
He takes teeny-tiny bites……………………I could TRY to do that..in between really BIG bites.
.He licks his teeth a lot in between bites……………….I just did that.
He sniffs the bowl……………………….Hmmm
He puts some on the floor to consider which piece he will eat next…………….I can’t do that, the mice walk on that floor.
On a REALLY good day, he licks the bowl………………………………………………if I put chocolate in there, then that I can do..
When he’s done he goes and lays in the closet…………………………………………well that I do everyday anyway…
YOUR SHADOW FOR THE WEEKEND….
I’m off to a book festival for the weekend…taking “Bob” and “Mama”…( the books, not actual people)..and I decided that you needed someone to watch-over you while I am gone..left to your own devices who KNOWS what you’d all get up to!!
I HAVE APPOINTED JACK AS YOUR SHADOW FOR THE WEEKEND…..I DON’T WANT TO GET ANY BAD REPORTS ABOUT YOU GUYS WHEN I GET BACK……..
SO BEHAVE!!!
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TUTU GIRL…………….
Alright….you asked for it…….now your gonna be sorry, very, very sorry…….I couldn’t get this tutu on if you turned the clock back twenty years…so this is the best that I could do…….it’s appropriate that it’s on my head…because it’s true purpose is to serve as a source of inspiration…it represents fun and silly….two of my favorite things…….tada!
TU-TI-FRUITI-SUZIE
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THE PINK TUTU…..
OH MY GOSH!!!!!!!!
My adventuring self is beside herself………I’ve been spending time wandering through a “ sun fiesta” the past couple of days…and tonight…in amongst the funnel cake vendors and the guy who does free sinus exams…THERE IT WAS !!!!! A FABULOUS PINK TUTU!!! It’s rather small…i think it’s supposed to fit a child of two……but I threatened to buy it anyway…my always practical daughter reminded me that I couldn’t possibly wear it…..my immediate response was…”oh yes I could…on my head”. I didn’t realize that some women were listening to our conversation until they started laughing at my choice of location for the tutu…..
I’m not sure if I’ll be able to sleep tonight what with the struggle to decide if i should make the cute little tutu mine…also, I think that the funnel cake with the chocolate drizzled all over it may play havoc with my little tum-tum…….I’ve already supplied stomach soothers to my poor practical daughter who helped me devour the funnel cake…….and now she’s suffering and doesn’t trust her mother, she thinks I’m a bad influence…..
I’ve had a wonderful time at the fair…I found the guy who sells all of the cool light up things….two years ago I bought glasses that have different blinking light patterns, a necklace that goes crazy with blinking lights,..some other gizmo that you stick to your face and blinks like crazy….this time I bought bracelets that light up in different cool blinking patterns….hubby is so rude…he told daughter….oh yeah…a festival full of things to do and see, but what a surprise…she makes a bee line for the guy covered in blinking lights.
So there you have it..a summation of my fabulous fiesta festival fun….Ahhh…how I wish it could last forever, the delicious treat of powdered sugar and chocolate… discovering that yes, they do make squirrel halloween costumes in your dog’s size….and … if you don’t look directly at him, the lead singer in the band sounds JUST like Kenny Chesney ……his voice followed us all the way to the car.
SOME DAYS YOU’RE THE SQUIRREL..SOME DAYS YOU’RE THE CHIPMUNK…
CHIPMUNK…” HE’S NOT SO BIG…I’M NOT AFRAID OF HIM.”..
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OOOOOHH……O.K. I’M GOING TO JUMP NOW…WELL IN A MINUTE, I’LL JUMP…
O.K…NOW…..WELL, IN A MINUTE I’LL JUMP……1-2-3 JUMP…..O.K. HERE I GO….
1-2-3 JUMP…DANG…O.K., HERE I GO…..
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SQUIRREL…..” SHOOT…I JUST DROPPED MY PEANUT…BUT I THOUGHT I HEARD SOMETHING….
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SQUIRREL…”I KNEW I HEARD SOMETHING……YOU’RE ON MY TURF SMALL FRY….SCRAM!”
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CHIPMUNK….” MAN, AM I HAVING A BAD DAY”
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ARE YOU THE SQUIRREL OR THE CHIPMUNK?
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FOUR MICE AND COUNTING…
Yes…you heard me right….so far I have trapped four mice..in my house……….
The first squirrel had on a smoking jacket and was in fact smoking a pipe, whilst wearing leather house slippers……he was questioned on the spot as to his intentions regarding my supply of corn for the deer and squirrels…not getting a satisfactory answer, he was immediately relocated to the great outdoors….he might want to start thinking about buying some long underwear….it’s pretty cold outside in the mornings.
The second mouse had on a tiny pink tutu and I think it was mocking me….it would race away from me, do a quick little spin while standing on it’s tippy toes, all while carrying a slice of what appeared to be a slice of muenster cheese. How rude….
The third mouse was wearing a holster that contained a six-shooter….I told him that this town isn’t big enough for the both of us, so he got on his flying pig and left….quite considerate that one…
The fourth mouse…a bad influence on the outdoor visitors for sure…it was standing at the window, looking outside at the squirrels…….first sticking it’s tongue out at them and then munching on a big chunk of dog treat that Max the dog provided………I think it was trying to make the squirrels jealous….
I may have to rethink this whole, feeding the wildlife thing….it appears that my happy home is being invaded……..
Can you tell I haven’t had any chocolate??? I’m not even sure why I reported this to all of you….
THERE’S A HAMMER ON YOUR BUMPER……
Today class, we will discuss the importance of thinking before you speak…
I thought I’d share with you some sentences that have remained burned in my memory over the years. These sentences were used in different circumstances by different people, but in each case a little thought before speaking would have been wise.
Our first sentence….”There’s a hammer on your bumper”. Sadly these words were uttered by “moi”. Many moons ago, I was riding down a highway in the car with my family ..I think we were on some sort of vacation, driving along for hours. I had a primo seat….a WINDOW seat! I could see EVERYTHING…and not wanting to waste the experience, I was watching the cars pass us. For some reason, I would get very nervous if our car passed someone else…I think I felt that this was a VERY risky thing to do. I don’t even want to re-live the emotions that went through me when we passed great big semi-trailer trucks…(complete and total terror).
So we’re driving along, and then my father went for it…he passed another car…to insure that the other car would behave itself and remain in its own lane, I watched the other car with intense concentration. And then I saw it….this car was speeding down the highway…WITH A HAMMER ON IT’S BUMPER!! I felt an over-whelming sense of urgency…I needed to tell the driver of the other car!!! I immediately opened my mouth and spoke without thinking…I made direct eye contact with the other driver, pointed my finger at his bumper and said, ” THERE’S A HAMMER ON YOUR BUMPER!!!”….mind you, we’re driving 55 miles an hour…everyone had their windows up. The driver didn’t slow down, or pull over or ANYTHING….and so again I said, in a much louder voice, “THERE’S A HAMMER ON YOUR BUMPER!!” Again, I made frantic pointing gestures at the driver, and then at the bumper….the driver just stared at me.
I didn’t even have time to register frustration…my family started convulsing with laughter…..and to this day, someone…(yes, Mother, I mean you) will get a big laugh out of the time I didn’t ” Think before you speak”…..Hmmmm, maybe that’s why they let me have the window seat more often…just to see what I’d say. Drat…That reminds me of another sentence. It happened on ANOTHER family vacation..and a car we were passing had a rope on it’s roof….you guessed it..” THERE’S A ROPE ON YOUR ROOF!!.
Our next example, another sentence was uttered by me in a car with lots of family in it…but this time I had the FRONT SEAT PASSENGER WINDOW!! WaHoo!! Of course I was an adult, and the Mother of the car, so maybe this seat assignment was to be expected…Anyway, again we’re on a family vacation….It was a hot and humid day and the sun was beating down….the kiddos had been whooping it up..alternately fighting and then having fits of hysterical laughter in the backseat for hours and my brain must have been fried from trying to distract them from EACH OTHER…(that is my excuse for the following) ..I was staring at the billboards that we were zooming past to distract myself and way off in the distance I saw a billboard that shocked me. Once again I didn’t think before speaking and I blurted out the following…” LOOK AT THAT SIGN!…IT SAYS IT’S 106 DEGREES OUTSIDE!!!”. My wonderful hubby cleared his throat and politely informed me that I was looking at a sign that was posting the price of premium gasoline being sold at a gas station..once again the kids got hysterical..but at least they were laughing. Now you know how long ago this happened…gas..1.06 per gallon…( I had my children when I was ten..I’m still quite young.)
A similar experience…AGAIN..driving with the family, this time through Nashville…..the home of country music…naturally they sell every kind of country/cowboy clothing you could want. Once again I was in the place of honor…reserved for “Mom”…Way up ahead of us I saw something amazing! I had never seen anything like it before and I didn’t want anyone in the car to miss seeing it so I yelled out, “LOOK UP AHEAD!!, LOOK AT THOSE GIANT BOOTS! THEY’RE HUGE!! THEY MUST BE TEN FEET TALL!!”. The boots WERE ten feet tall, it’s just that they were images on a billboard..not..real..cowboy boots…sigh…
Our last sentence was spoken by my oldest Son when he was going to college in Montana…His campus was beautiful, but of course, VERY cold in winter…Now I love my son VERY much, but he might have wanted to think this one through before saying it to his MOTHER WHO WORRIES TOO MUCH….He called me up and after some deep emotional sharing of his past week…..(example..Me to Son..”How was your week?”..Son replies..”fine”. Me to Son..”What’s the weather like?” Son replies.. “Fine”.) Ah yes, the kind of connecting a Mother lives for…anyway just before Son is about to hang up..he says, ” I got frost bite on my ears, but the nurse says they’re not going to break off.” HE REALLY SAID THIS TO ME! THIS ACTUALLY HAPPENED CLASS!!!..truly, this really did happen..”THE NURSE SAYS THEY’RE NOT GOING TO BREAK OFF!!”..Oh Lord, help me now….Just saying..this is one of those times he might have wanted to.. ” think before you speak”. In case you’re wondering..six years of therapy later, I can repeat those words and not curl up into the fetal position.
OH! After writing all of this I realize I don’t need to go get those tests done to determine why I say such random, stupid stuff, I thought this was something new that I was doing, but……………….I’ve been doing it all along!
I hope that this has been helpful to you class…and if it hasn’t…well….I saved myself the cost of a visit to a shrink.
I NEED MY DREAMS TRANSLATED…..
It happened again….another crazy dream…..someone out there please tell me what it means when you dream that you are hiding from a cow….
It all started out so normal…in the dream, I was in the front yard, pruning a tree….something I NEVER do…..I can’t even trim or file my nails and have them come out looking somewhat even..It was late in the day and dark…and then it was early afternoon and sunny…o.k., someone explain that to me….and there I was with my handy little chain saw…buzz buzzing away at nothing in particular…and from WAY, WAY off in the distance, I heard the drumming of heavy hooves.
You guessed it… the hooves belonged to a cow..
HERE I COME WITH MY “DRUMMING” BIG FAT FEET.
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It finally dawned on me that the cow intended to kick my bottom into the next county….so I began to run…..I wanted to hide from the cow but not finding a good spot to hide, I ran down our road, which, in the dream, had become snowy….I escaped from the cow, but I had dropped all of my credit cards into the street???….So I’m picking them out of the snow, all of the time worrying that the cow would return with a gang to hunt me down…
THE GANG..
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Imagine my shock when the credit cards turned into candy bars and flew away…..Doctor what does this mean??? As I turned to look at the candy bars floating upward, I saw a band of monkeys coming through the snow, pulling sleighs…each sleigh had five squirrels in it and two raccoons…
I’m not sure about the squirrels but I think they were singing ” row, row, row your boat”. The raccoons not wearing anything special, except for motorcycle helmets and they were picking their teeth…their teeth, not the squirrels teeth. The monkeys were really cute, they had little boots on which happened to be zebra striped and they were shouting ” MOO! ” at the top of their lungs….following closely behind them came my horse friends and they looked FABULOUS! The horses were wearing sombreros and pink tutus…Oh yes…they were also wearing ice skates. I know you’re beside yourselves wondering…..the squirrels were wearing little ski outfits with cool sunglasses.
As this band of misfits came closer to me, they saw me standing in the road … for some reason the sight of me threw them into fits of laughter…The monkeys stopped pulling the squirrels in the sleighs and began to roll around on the ground until they were covered with snow. They looked like frosted animal crackers and I started getting hungry.
The squirrels stopped singing and laughing and with lightning fast speed they jumped on the Monkeys and stole their chocolate….OH! Did I forget to mention that the Monkeys were also wearing pants made of chocolate? Well..that infuriated the Monkeys…of course!…..they now had no chocolate pants and it was cold outside…so they chased after the Squirrels who had raced back to the horses.
The squirrels had latched onto the horses manes with their tiny furry paws and then hidden the chocolate under the horses sombreros…..Well, the monkeys attacked!…They grabbed onto the tiny feet of the squirrels and were trying to crawl up and over the squirrels to get to the chocolate hidden under the sombreros. Now horses don’t like ANYONE to mess with their hats…whether it be a sombrero or a nice baseball cap…so they did what any horse would do….they put their heads down and shook them REALLY HARD…..Monkeys went flying, taking the squirrels with them…luckily for them they were thrown into the bushes just beside me, so it made for a soft landing…..as we looked into each others eyes, we became united in spirit…probably because we were all mad that the horses were eating all of the chocolate…and then we heard it…THE DRUMMING OF HOOVES!! And then it was every man for him or herself!!!!
Was it the cow returning????? I’ll never know,,BECAUSE I WOKE UP!! I woke up covered in chocolate, wearing a tutu and a sombrero.
Will someone please explain this dream to me?
WOULD YOU CHEW ON A FENCE?….
There are days for all of us, I’m sure, when things just seem to pile up and pile up….when things get rough, just remember…..chewing on a fence never helped anybody.
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WHAT IS IT WITH HATS?….
I’m guessing this is just hat week…..I made a joke about wearing a hat with a book on it yesterday..and later in the afternoon I got a surprise…
I went over to see Melvin for a minute and there was Bob….with the hat that came all the way from Istanbul on his head…the hat was a gift from nia http://photographyofnia.com/..but it was intended for Baldy the Bald headed squirrel and the last time I saw it, Baldy was wearing it…
MAY I HAVE THIS DANCE?
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I’m wondering how the hat ended up ALL the way over at Melvin’s….flying squirrel possibly??? ANYWAY…..I think Bob is planning on going to the book signing with me. I hate to tell him this but I don’t think he’ll fit into my backseat…
MAYBE BALDY THE SQUIRREL IS ACTUALLY STILL IN THE HAT!!!
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I’M IN A MOOD………
O.K…….I don’t want to baffle some of my new followers, but they may as well know right off the bat that I have my “moments”.
Every once in awhile I have to go off in some crazy direction with my post and write something different….usually this happens right after I’ve had fairly large amounts of chocolate. This is one of those moments…Don’t expect the writing to be good or even to make sense…I just feel the need to let my thoughts move…wherever.
This happened to someone else….. One of her bosses approached her, told her to cancel all her appointments for the afternoon….they, along with some other people from the office, were going for a helicopter ride to get lunch in another town….lunch turned out to be FABULOUS…because it was a HOT DOG………………………………………………..just when it sounded like a movie….swept away in glamorous, fabulous style….flying in a FANCY helicopter…..just like something that would happen to Julia Roberts…the spell is broken by the HOT DOG,,,,,,,,,I mean really…A HOT DOG ?????? The next time that I get offered a ride in a helicopter, I’m not going unless I at least am offered a hot dog and a bag of peanuts…….and maybe some chocolate…..and a sparkly ”flying in a helicopter” outfit.
This happened to me……driving along a small highway with my sister along for the ride…two lanes….kind of crowded…..and I see a large truck pulling a horse trailer…a LONG horse trailer, coming toward us….driving about 60 miles an hour….as they make the turn just ahead of us,,and as I said, coming toward us……we realized that ALL FOUR HORSES HAD THEIR HEADS OUT OF THE OPEN WINDOWS!! I’ve never seen this before…usually the windows are open for air circulation, but I didn’t know they could actually stick their heads out of the windows if they wanted to…The horses were LOVING the high-speed rush of wind and one horse had even thrown his head back to let his mane fly back in the wind….He looked SO happy…we laughed and laughed…..About two minutes later…A SECOND TRUCK PULLING A LONG HORSE TRAILER DROVE BY….WITH ALL FOUR HORSES WITH THEIR HEADS OUT OF THE WINDOWS!!!! I think those horses had been out drinking. Thank goodness they had designated drivers.
This happened to me…..My husband came home and said…” I didn’t think you were home, but then I smelled syrup”…..now would somebody please explain that to me?!
That’s it, that’s all, just needed to get that out of my system……I had to do something, my husband came home and found me drawing faces on tomatoes….I wanted to photograph them for all of you…..I told you…I’M IN A MOOD.
I HAVE NO FASHION SENSE….
Well….I did it…..I spent at least an hour wandering around the outdoor supply store..intent on finding just the right cammo accessories to aid me in my attempts to capture better images of the doe and her triplets. I spent WAY too long staring at a product called….”Monkey Butt”. This is a REAL product! Apparently this baby soft powder helps to soothe the weary posteriors of hunters who sit for long periods of time. OH DRAT!!! I just realized how they came up with this name!! I’m so embarrassed…my cheeks are burning!! THE ONES ON MY FACE! THE ONES ON MY FACE!!
Let’s leave that topic “behind” shall we?, and move on with the story. I found the most fabulous cammo fabric to stretch across the bedroom door, it is a sliding glass door that looks out onto the woods..I needed more fabric to prevent them from seeing movement.
I had the fabric in my ecstatic possession, so I decided to see what else I could find to help me blend in…I strolled around a bit…and found a little girl who looked at me with giant eyes and said…” Where’s my daddy ?” Well , we went and found Daddy..( the idiot) who had left her to visit the little ladies room and he then had not stayed anywhere NEAR the restroom…he was talking on his cell phone…he looked at me and said..”she knew where I was”. He was FOUR aisles away from the restroom…I realized that I had just seen a real monkey butt up close and in person..
ANYWAY…I found an oversized men’s cammo t-shirt. I was SO excited!! I went home triumphantly clutching my purchases. I put up the cammo fabric across the door..wore the t-shirt to bed..( went to bed after hubby, so he didn’t know I was wearing it…or even that I bought it). I decided I should be prepared to spring out of bed and start capturing images if “Trace” showed up with the babies early…I think I woke up every two hours! That t-shirt was HOT!! NO…not in an ….”. I’m so attractive” kind of way….HOT as in a…. ”I think I’m having hot flashes” kind of way.
The alarm FINALLY went off…I leapt out of bed, checked the camera, put on my cammo hat…(the outfit just wouldn’t have been complete without it) and waited for the deer to arrive…I waited and I waited and I waited………….no deer. I finally gave up, made the bed…. Hubby had gone off to shower..he still hadn’t seen my fabulous attire. I decided to get back up on the bed and my little dog Max snuggled up against my legs…Our comforter is all dark and gold colors, sort of has the colors of the woods in it…Hubby walked back into the room, which was still rather dark….sigh,,,,scared hubby half to death when I spoke to him…he couldn’t tell I was there..I blended in so well, with the cammo hat and cammo t-shirt..
I think he called me a “MONKEY BUTT” !!!!!!!!! Sniff…hurt my feelings…
SHOPPING FOR CAMMO………
WOW!! My day started off with a great surprise! I have been setting my alarm to wake me up earlier because I wanted to see if I would ever see “Trace” and her triplets again…since they had shown up early I thought, well…..I’d get up earlier..maybe they’ve been coming by all along and I just wasn’t up to know…the alarm went off, I sat up…and there they were! I took video…too dark for any images….(I’ll post the video later)…but now I have a new mission for the day….those triplets are the most AWARE, ALERT fawns I’ve ever had visit….one move by me and at least one of the fawns notices and up goes the tail to alert the others to danger.
My day therefore will proceed with a trip out to buy more cammo “netting” to stretch across the window so that they will have a harder time detecting movement…..I already have some up, but these little fawns are SHARP…they don’t miss anything…..I’m thinking about getting a cammo t-shirt also and maybe a cammo baseball cap that I can wear so that they REALLY can’t see me…I have a cammo hat already, but that has Christmas lights strung all through it..I used it for my Christmas card last year..(I’ll try to find a copy to show you so that you don’t think I’m making this up )….they do have those full face masks…..so maybe one of those…OH!…And maybe a cammo purse to keep my cammo lipstick in….and maybe some little cute cammo slippers with those little poofy balls on the top….Huh….I’m starting to think that I”m going to lose my “girly-girl” status…Huh….come to think of it, did I ever have it?????………Oooooh!…..Oooooohh….photosfromtheloonybin.wordpress.com has reminded me that I need a cammo container for my chocolate!
THE TWO S’S…..SWEETS AND SUNSHINE….
I need to send out a big THANK YOU to a wonderful blogger who nominated me for the Super Sweet Blogger Award! I am very honored by this award and humbled and my blood sugar level just jumped off the charts looking at this yummy award…THANK YOU Janinka of http://agedefying.wordpress.com You should check out this site..all kinds of great recipes to keep you looking and feeling great..and to kick Old Father Time right in the pants….. this was a very big surprise and I love it!
Now the rules to accept are as follows….Thank the individual who bestowed this honor upon you….(Thank you again Janinka!)
Answer the 5 Super Sweet Questions…which I will now do…
Cookies or Cake: Cookies
Chocolate or Vanilla:..I will not dignify that question with a comment.
What is your favorite sweet treat? Possibly brownies, but it could be one of those giant chocolate chip cookies that you buy at the airport.
When do you crave sweet things the most? Right after I ate the last sweet thing.
If you had a nickname, what would it be? I already have one….”Skittles”
Now for the hard part….I’m supposed to nominate 12 bloggers….
I can’t do it…I’m sorry Janinka…but I just can’t do it…..I LOVE ALL OF MY BLOGGING COMMUNITY AND THEY’RE ALL SO SWEET!!!! I’M IN ANGUISH, I’M TORMENTED, I’M DISTRAUGHT…I CAN’T CHOOSE..PLEASE DON’T MAKE ME CHOOSE!!!! I COULD NEVER SELECT JUST TWELVE OF MY FAV…….( HEY! Is that a milk dud rolling across the floor over there? Somebody grab it!!!!! Don’t let it get away!!) Now what was I saying? Oh yes, I was being highly dramatic and over-acting….ahem…….STOP! STOP! DON’T MAKE ME DO IT!!!!!!
Now…you should all feel loved and valued and I nominate you all..so I’m adding a rule…go buy a container of hot fudge, get a big spoon and indulge in one sinfully delicious spoonful…..
THE SUNSHINE AWARD!!!
I need to acknowledge also that Hot Rod Cowgirl http://hotrodcowgirl.com/ nominated me for the Sunshine Blogger Award!…..she brought joy to my day with this lovely nod for bringing sunshine and smiles to fellow bloggers..I am so flattered…it means a lot to me…I have received this nomination before, but I did want to say a big THANK YOU and to encourage all of you to check out this blog! She lives on a ranch that has been in her family 100 years…. reading about the daily life of a ranch is fascinating, lots of great images and stories.
I won’t go through the process of completing the rules as I have bored you all previously in this post with little nuggets of info on “zannyro”…..and again…PLEASE DON’T MAKE ME CHOOSE BETWEEN ALL OF MY BELOVED BLOGGERS!!! I CAN’T DO IT! I CAN’T DO IT I TELL YOU!! AGAIN I AM ANGUISHED, I’M DISTRAUGHT,,I CAN NOT CHOOSE, I LOVE YOU ALL….HEY!!!!! THERE GOES THAT MILK DUD AGAIN…GOTTA RUN….KISSES ALL AROUND!! SOMEBODY STOP THAT MILK DUD AND WHILE YOU’RE AT IT GRAB THAT SNICKERS BAR…AND MAYBE A HANDFUL OF CHOCOLATE COVERED PEANUTS!! I’M ONLY ONE PERSON! I CAN’T CARRY IT ALL!!!
PIPSQUEAK…THE CHIPMUNK…
HELLO, MY NAME IS PIPSQUEAK AND I WANT YOU TO TELL ZANNYRO THAT YOU NEVER SAW ME…I WASN’T HERE…IT WASN’T ME WHO CARRIED OFF A POUND OF PEANUTS TODAY…..REMEMBER WHAT I’VE TOLD YOU TO SAY..IF YOU CHOOSE NOT TO “HAVE MY BACK”…WELL..I HAVE VERY SHARP LITTLE TEETH AND I KNOW HOW TO USE THEM….AND I KNOW WHERE YOU LIVE. all rights reserved.
HELLO, IT’S ME AGAIN…”PIPSQUEAK”…I JUST WANTED TO TELL YOU..WELL..THIS IS SO HARD FOR ME..BUT..I THINK I LOVE YOU…WAIT A MINUTE…YOU DON’T HAVE A PEANUT FOR ME?…..WELL EXCUUUUSE ME…I WAS AFRAID YOU WERE GOING TO DISAPPOINT ME AGAIN…THAT’S WHY I’VE GOT MY TEENY-TINY CELL PHONE…I’M TEXTING YOU THIS MINUTE..WE’RE OVER, FINISHED, DONE, FINITO. KAPUT…. all rights reserved.
PIPSQUEAK HERE AGAIN….I’VE DECIDED TO FORGIVE YOU…I’M SO HAPPY………LET’S GO DANCING!!!
EVERYBODY DANCE NOW!!! BOOM-CHAKKA-LAKKA-LAKKA…BOOM-CHAKKA-LAKKA-LAKKA…( I stole some of zannyro’s chocolate…I’m SO wired ! )
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O.K. WOULD YOU WEAR THIS AND WHY….
This can be for everybody…First of all, I’m sure you know what it is..but tell my what you would
use it for….would you buy it? Would you wear it? What would you do with it…and you can’t say
feed squirrels with it…
I’M SERIOUS…
I’m not kidding around here…..I am stalled out…my brain is refusing to go on any “flights of fancy”…I bought it a ticket but it refuses to get on the plane. I’d like to get all fired up and write something fun, but somebody hid the matches…you can’t start a fire without matches.
I know what’s wrong…it’s that darn CHOCOLATE….I’m trying to cut way back….but obviously my brain is staging a rebellion. If this doesn’t get better soon, I’m going to have to “take one for the team” and eat Milkduds…….this is not really a blog post….it is the act of a desperate woman…
