If you can’t eat it or play with it, just pee on it and walk away.
Wanna go out and play?
I’m a mystery writer–read my ‘about me’ page to find out more. Feel free to check out the excerpts from my Doggoned Mystery series and take a look at my favorite pictures of our garden and what was once our pond. The Bull Pen page has pictures of our bullies and friends.
We had some nice days that were all Spring like and wonderful and then *Poof* we’re back to cold and windy crap.
Hey! You Canadians can quit sending those cold fronts our way any time now.
Western PA got snow. We got cold and wind.
Can we please go back to our spring?
My poor tree is bound to get frosted. Again.
Crazy day. Off and running almost as soon as I woke up. G came over and off we went.
Got my blood test done.
Stopped at Goodwill and dropped off two big garbage bags of clothes, shoes, purses and a steam floor cleaner there.
Picked up dog food.
Stopped for lunch at Red Robin.
Went to Target. I finally have an external hard drive (1T) that will automatically back up my computer all the time. Yay, no more lost pictures or books. I’ve informed The Curmudgeon that if there ever is a fire, that piece is priority ranked for taking with us. To heck with the computer, the little HD is what you grab while running out the door with the dogs.
We did have a couple of good thunder boomers come crashing through. Following that, we had some wind gusts and pouring rain. And…that was it. Yay. The tornado watch was a real fizzle out.
After living quite a few years in tornado alley, I was not looking forward to a night in our basement. Our basement is nasty.
Have to dash off for a blood test this noon. Going to take G along so we can stop for a late lunch afterwards.
I am still looking for volunteers for any number of projects around here. Yeah, I know…good luck with that. Yard crashers? House crashers? Anyone?
Hello? *Echoes Hello…hello…*
Yeah, this is going to be a short, quick post. I don’t need to be online and have the electric go out right in the middle of writing my blog.
You all have a good one! I’ll be back tomorrow.
Lucy sez, “I habs my storm pwoteshun gear on!”
My father spent years tracing family history, long before computerized family tree programs were available. My family tree has a few broken branches, some twisty ones, and a bit of rough bark here and there.
Today one of my cousins sent me a lot of information including some interesting things, like there are Wilson’s on both sides of my family tree.
My maternal Grandmother would never tell us her middle name and now I know it. Don’t know why she wouldn’t tell us because I love it. Her middle name was Mae.
Have you traced your family tree?
I cleaned the gas grill so I can start cooking outside again. So nice to have the grill up and running.
We had lemon herb chicken breasts cooked on the grill last night. I served them over a rice, quinoa, wheat berry, and veggie salad. We also had grilled/roasted Brussel sprouts. Quite the tasty and healthy dinner.
The Curmudgeon liked it. I loved it.
Lucy sez, “I beez weddy fur summer!”
When one reaches the end of the rope what comes next?
Do you fall?
Do you grab another rope?
Do you grow wings and fly?
I wish I had the answer because I can see the frayed end getting closer each day.
What part about “Don’t throw any crap at me until after I have had my coffee” is difficult to understand after almost 42 years?
These days, not so much. I spend way too much time trying to find a hidden corner in which to cry.
I try to start projects only to have multiple interruptions from The Curmudgeon and the dogs. He has developed a passion for asking me stupid questions about TV shows I am not watching nor am I interested in them but I am busy doing other things. He could take to dogs out when they fuss when I’m busy, but once I am up he refuses to do anything except watch TV.
Therefore most of my projects are half done, half-assed, or barely begun.
Is there any wonder why I have a great tendency to throw up my arms and say, “Fuck it” so often?
Yes, I’m depressed. I am unhappy. Sad. Tearful. No I don’t want medication. I want a life. I want my partner back. I am sick of living with a lump who seems to get a perverse enjoyment out of driving me crazy.
Sometimes you need to withdraw into yourself to regain some sort of stability. I do believe that is where I am going to go come fishing season. I hope to be out and fishing and using that alone time to dive inwards and lose some stress that I have had building for a year.
Since I was very young, fishing was one of the ways I could reconnect with my center.
I am mostly a catch and release fisherwoman. The Curmudgeon doesn’t like trout. I do keep some on occasion so G and I can enjoy them and save some $$ on our grocery bills.
Even though I had a license last year I never got out to fish. I’m hoping this year will be different.
My Dearest Sister,
Not a day goes by where I don’t think of you. I love you and miss you with all my heart. I still pick up the phone to tell you something… You’re not there. I miss your smile, your giggle, your humor, your warmth and joy. There are days where my heart breaks all over again knowing you are gone. We held each others deepest darkest secrets buried in our hearts. I still hold yours, who will hold mine?
The tree will soon look like this if yesterday is any indication. Soon after that we’ll have full bloom going. Today I am spending most of my day outside.