I am zee blue-eyed pony…Am I not beautiful? Am I not fabulous? Am I not conceited? I think I am zee cat’s pajama’s..(which means, really really cool and awesome). Zee girls when they see me, fall in love with me and flutter their eyelashes at me. Zee other boy ponies are beside themselves with jealousy and go pout in the far back of the field. Zee flies do not bother me, and the farmer gives me extra oats..All zat is left to make my life complete is zat you fall in love with me also. Smooches and smooches I send you..
Ahem…and now for a little “rap”…
When you’ve got that itch and you just can’t shake it
You do what you’ve gotta do to elim-in-ate it
SHA-BOOM!, DOT-DOT-DOT-DOT-DOT, SHA-BOOM!, DOT-DOT-DOT-DOT-DOT
Twist your head way back, lift your leg up high
just be careful that you never kick yourself in the eye
SHA-BOOM!, DOT-DOT-DOT-DOT-DOT, SHA-BOOM!, DOT-DOT-DOT-DOT-DOT
If that doesn’t do it and for relief you are stuck
just turn around and bite yourself in your very own (butt)
(sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, it rhymed you know?)
SHA-BOOM!, DOT-DOT-DOT-DOT-DOT, SHA-BOOM!, DOT-DOT-DOT-DOT-DOT
Ahem…my apologies for the “rap”…
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.
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”.
This is AMAZINGLY boring..but at least you get to meet my dog Max again…
WELCOME TO THE LAND OF CRAZY PEOPLE!! O.k. I know that I’m probably offending some of you, those of you who are brave enough to strap two tiny strips of material to your feet and throw yourself off the side of a mountain. I apologize…but you have to understand..I am a great big chicken and the whole idea of this makes my toes curl up and yell “HELP ME MAMA ! “..( I am not making this up….I HEARD them screaming) actually it makes me want to lay down on the floor and superglue myself to the floor…I feel like I’m going to fall down just looking at these pictures.
My daughter-in-law took me up the side of a mountain to see a ski resort area…..as we climbed higher and higher I could feel my toes trying to grip through my boots and latch onto the floor of the truck.
You can see how crowded this area is…not much parking, so cars start to line the road way before you reach the parking area…..
Notice in the pictures the happy people lined up waiting to get on the chair lift….See the little crazy people riding the chair lift to the top?? Aren’t they cute?? Aren’t they CRAZY!!!??? Do you see the TOP OF THE MOUNTAIN ??? Where people are going to throw themselves off???
Do you see the picture with the people just standing at the top of a downhill area?? I think they were fighting over who was going to plummet to the bottom first…..
DO YOU SEE THE WOMEN WITH THEIR CHILDREN???? THEY ARE GOING TO LET THEIR CHILDREN THROW THEMSELVES OFF THE SIDE OF A MOUNTAIN!! Well, o.k., maybe down a little bunny hill….but still !!! Do you see the woman with the poor innocent baby strapped to her back??? The child has no say as to whether or not it WANTS to go down the mountain !!!! There should be a law that a child cannot throw itself off the side of a mountain until it’s old enough to talk, and can voice an opinion on the matter….
Do you see the scary mountain road that we had to drive DOWN ??? IT WAS ALL ICY AND EVERYTHING!!
The worst part is that the car that we had been following, had their windows rolled down….the smell of pot coming from their car was SO strong that it filled the truck that WE were driving in !! We started to have some concerns about “second hand smoke”…..my daughter-in-law was starting to wonder how she was going to explain to my son that she had taken me high up into the mountains and I had somehow gotten high…
All in all that ride up the mountain, turned out to be quite a “trip”.. (Now you know that I’m just kidding…about MOST of this)
I went to several pre-schools to take pictures of the cute little kiddos yesterday and today I’ll do another… they use the candid shots in brochures,etc..my way of giving back, (I don’t charge them)…during my visits to different classes yesterday , I encountered TWO little girls wearing pink tutu’s….I know one little girl was Olivia…never got introduced to the second one….but Olivia was definitely a free spirit..not listening to the teacher, dancing all over. The second little tutu girl was having THE BEST TIME EVER trying to eat the bubbles that her teacher was blowing for the class.
For those of you who have never read my little stories about “following the dream”..they’re somewhere here on the blog…in those stories my main character wears a pink tutu…well lo and behold when I went to Florida in the fall I found and bought, a pink tutu..(child-size)…I have worn it on my head and it seems to inspire all sorts of creativity….so it is now hanging in a place of honor in my studio….reminding me to take a break and let the mind waltz around in it’s pink tutu from time to time.
Watching those little girls yesterday absolutely confirmed what I already knew….pink tutu girls are different….Instead of joining a “red hat society” when I get older, I’m going to join the “pink tutu society”…provided that there is one…….I’m not sure if I’ll wear my tutu into restaurants like the ladies in the red hats do……..maybe if I have a convention in New Orleans… THEN we could wear our pink tutus into a restaurant…or go into one of those cool famous bars on Bourbon street and order a “Hurricane”.. I can only assume that wearing a pink tutu and drinking a Hurricane would lead to trouble…so just to be safe, I’ll make sure to tie “Bob” the horse up to the hitching post outside the bar…he’ll know how to get me home.
Now I’m wondering where I intended to go with this post……..Oh well….
THINGS HAVE SEEMED TO BE QUIET AND PEACEFUL OUTSIDE MY WINDOW INTO THE WOODS…BUT YESTERDAY….I BEGAN TO WONDER…
Now for my more recent followers…I tend to veer off track…photographs of the beauty outside the window one day….a little silliness the next day…so hang in there, I never stay in one mood for very long..if you love the nature shots, they’re sure to be back in no time…but, once in a while, I just have to go “silly”. For this short post..I’m going silly.
I SENSED A LITTLE TENSION IN THE AIR….WHAT WAS UP?
MY SENSE OF UNEASE GREW AND GREW AND THEN I SAW IT……..A NINJA SQUIRREL SPY….SPYING ON ME !!!!!!
I THINK I’M IN TROUBLE….
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.
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…
I said it…I warned you….I’m saying I’m sorry ahead of time….I may just flood your mailboxes with posts today..or this may be the only one….I don’t know…you know me….TOTALLY RANDOM……so ignore them all….or enjoy them all……or throw chocolate at the computer each time you see my “name”……(don’t throw your best chocolate..NEVER waste the good chocolate)..
This is not a test of your detective abilities…I just want to avoid any lawsuits that I might accidentally trigger…
Yes, I want, and think I would be GREAT AT, a job in the internet world with that mega-brilliant information company….the idea that I would be a perfect fit came to me as I was eating only the TOPS off of some mini candy bars…my mind raced and I could almost SEE the questions appearing on my computer, waiting desperately for answers..
ONLINE SEARCH QUESTION….I’m here.desperately waiting for an answer…If you just eat the chocolate top off of a candy bar does that mean you’re only getting half the calories?
SNOOGLE RESPONSE….Well it depends, are you eating the nuts in the top layer too, or spitting them out?
SEARCHER….Well, I spit them out, but I go back and eat them later…
SNOOGLE RESPONSE….Do you eat ANY, AND I MEAN ANY, of the nougat on the bottom?
SEARCHER….Well if it’s on my lips I have to lick it off don’t I?
SNOOGLE RESPONSE…Do you lick the inside of the wrapper?
SEARCHER…well of course, I mean, those are free calories aren’t they?
SNOOGLE RESPONSE…Shut up. You’re going to eat the whole thing eventually so just do it…I mean just do it…get it over with and shut up…this is the most stupid question I’ve had all day. Don’t you dare send me another question..I’m done….I mean it…I’ll call my supervisor…I have a question here about a dirty diaper that’s been waiting to be answered and I’ve been wasting ALL OF THIS TIME with your moronic question…Shut up.
ONLINE SEARCH QUESTION….If I sit my vacuum out in the middle of the living room and start the dryer running just before my husband gets home…is that considered being dishonest or just incredibly clever…
SNOOGLE RESPONSE……I have no un-biased answer for this…my husband accused me of this very thing…(but I think it’s really clever)
ONLINE SEARCH QUESTION….If I choose not to paint my toenails, does that mean that my husband has the legal right to divorce me?
SNOOGLE RESPONSE…..Does he trim the hair out of his ears? If he chooses not to and he comments on your lack of candy apple red toe nail polish…tell him to SHUT UP! Now come ON people…ask me about something important. ask me some questions about purses…..like, why can’t a woman ever find the right purse….why do they never have the right number of pockets inside….why can’t they design a purse that has a sensor in it and whenever a gooey mint or a half stick of gum with hair stuck on it, falls to the bottom, it would just spit it out…why is it that just when you think you’ve found the perfect purse, you realize it doesn’t close with a zipper …it would be perfect if it had a zipper.
OH! SNOOGLE ALSO WANTED TO ADD….a “party” purse should have a special compartment..one for carrying hubby’s stuff at parties…it would shrink it all down to the size of a pea..(and them spit it out onto the floor).
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!
We’ve met Baldy the Squirrel….The ninja Squirrel….now we have………Glamerossa the Squirrel……She has a way about her….She’s always posing for the paparazzi……batting her eyelashes and sashaying through the back yard….Stopping traffic with her beauty wherever she goes…( Which is a very good talent to have if you’re a squirrel)….
(LOOK AT THAT POSE, SHE’S A NATURAL MODEL…)
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.
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..
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…
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?
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.
I’ve done other posts about some strange dreams I’ve had….about following your dreams…..but of this, I NEVER dreamed!
I’ve been given the “Booker” Blog award….The lovely, lovely, Lorna of http://lornasvoice.com/ bestowed this honor upon me and I am truly grateful and humbled…If you love to laugh you need to follow this girl….she has the most amazingly fun way of telling about her life…whether it’s a trip out to eat dinner, or prepping for the Kentucky Derby…she always “knocks it out of the park”…She is working on the completion of her memoir and I can’t wait to get my hands on it!! Now..on to my duties..This award is given, as I understand it, to people who read…and also write….the award is intended to get the recipient to let their poor hapless readers know what books they like to read, their all-time favorites…not including the ones they are about to write or have written. I think we are to name five…but I’m going to fall short..
So I’m jumping in …..My all-time favorite…GONE WITH THE WIND! Maybe it’s the drama, maybe it’s the way Margaret Mitchell just made me SEE the clothes, the road leading up to “Tara”….It could be the way she made my heart thumpity-thump when Rhett Butler made his appearance….maybe it’s the way she made me want to have feet as tiny as Scarlett O’hara’s………….I’ll never know….but this, this, is my favorite…..now me being me,,,I also love this…and I know it’s not a book, but this is the way I would have lived gone with the wind…(It’s long, but even a few minutes are worth watching)…
Agatha Christie……..The Queen of the murder mystery….I could complete my list of five books, wrapped up with a bow…just telling you of the books that I love that she wrote..My favorite…”They Came To Baghdad”……I can feel the sun reflecting off the River Tigris…..feel myself wandering through a bazaar….imagine myself hiding a man under the pillows on my bed…oops..oh yes..that IS in the book…feel the chloroform soaked cloth being pressed to my nose………..and then there’s her famous detective Hercule Poirot….for some reason I’d like to stick a pin in him….I don’t know why….but he does make me want to curl up in a chair and take a nap…And let’s not forget Miss Marple,,the nice little old lady..who can knit an afghan and figure out who poisoned the Lord of the manor all while sipping a cup of chamomile tea.
My last but not least…”Giant”, by Edna Ferber….they made a movie out of this, with Elizabeth Taylor, Rock Hudson, James Dean….I loved it so much that I chose my son’s name from this book…”Jordan”…..soon after that EVERY little girl born was named Jordan. But…a story that just had to be done on the big screen…it takes place in Texas..the land of oil…hard struggle, but big money..all I have to do is start typing this and I can imagine and see the landscape of that story…feel the undercurrent that runs through it..to me it’s epic.
Now….the rules of this award state that you must name five bloggers to receive this award…but you know me….SO..I am naming one blogger…Anneli Purchase….of http://wordsfromanneli.wordpress.com/ …She is an amazing writer…I have read her book The Wind Weeps…and now have in my possession her latest book, O’rions Gift, that I can’t wait to get started on..”The Wind Weeps” really stayed with me and I know that she is going to go far in her career as a writer….So Ms. Purchase…your job, should you decide to accept it, is to mention who gave you the award..IT’S ME!! ZANNYRO!!,,post the award on your blog, name five of your all time favorite books and why you listed them and pass the award on, ( if you so choose).
Now I’m off to buy a hat with a book on it…so that I can tell the world that I won the Booker Award…..or that I have appalling taste in fashion…
IT WAS JUST ANOTHER LOVELY DAY….UNTIL THE INCIDENT….
AND SO WE BEGIN OUR WEEKEND….PLAY SAFE.
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…
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!
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!!!