Had a rough week. Things were Twilight Zone in Killeen and I was in a "bad" frame of mind when I returned home. Hard to write in that condition. BUT, my outloook started improving on Thursday and has been gettin' better every day since.
Thanks for comin' back today!
Thursday night I went shoppin' for my b'day presents and a baby shower gift. Found not one, but TWO cutey purses ON SALE at Dillard's! Both of them have tons of pockets and zippers and dividers. And that just sends my OCD tendencies into Overdrive.
I found part of the baby gift for Devin at Target, but I'm still gonna have to go to We-B-Babies to get the rest of it.
When I arrived home with my Plunder [1st rule of piracy...Pillage, THEN Burn.], the Dearly Beloved was helping me bring in bags from the trunks. He asked which ones he should grab. "Take the ones from Dillard's, but don't let me see what's inside. That would spoil the surprise for my Birthday." He looked at at my with a wry grin and drawled, "Well, we certainly wouldn't want to Spoil the SURPRISE now would we?"
Once we had all the bags inside and the dawgs had been petted...I told him he had also gone to Michael's and bought plain brown bags, being the environmentally conscious fella he is, in which to put the purses. He had thought about getting white bags so he could write a message on the outside with our collection of colored Sharpies. Then he decided that was just TOO cute by half. He settled for some Red Rose tissue paper to pretty-up the plain brown reusable bags to placate my feminine side. [I swear, I am so good to this Man!]
I had lunch with the Angel Baby Girl on Friday. We dropped her car off for an oil change and then used our time productively while that was being done. She got some Jeans and jammies pants. I got some short jammie sets and These. Swear ta the Gawdess, these little gems have Changed My Life. I Lurve their Magic!
Saturday morning: I arose from my slumbers at the virtual butt crack of dawn [7:45] so I could make it down to the Dallas Pistol Club for the 10AM Real World Match. More fun than watchin worms wrassle! I am SO breakin me off a piece of THAT next month!
And now? Now I gotta go clean the .22 Buckmark so I can go back to the DPC for a Steel Plate match at 10. After Action report. I WON'T do well since this is my first match in YEARS. But it'll be FUN and that's the REAL point.
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Sunday, May 25, 2008
Tuesday, May 06, 2008
Just Like Forrest Gump...
...I have injured my but-tocks. I decided to bathe Boo Saturday. It's my thinking, that if the bathtub is going to get dirty and filled with hair; I'm going to get drenched; the bathroom floor is going to get flooded; and a bunch of towels are going to get wet because I am bathin' one dawg...I might as well go on and bathe all three of 'em.
I go in the bathroom and call for help from the dawgs. I don't know what it is about me bein' in the bathroom that is endlessly fascinatin' to my dawgs...but they cannot resist joining me when I call to them from the Water Closet. Boo and Ben come trottin' down the hall and slam! goes the door. They begin to suspect Mama has tricked them. When I start running water in the tub and reach for Ben, he KNOWS he's been tricked.
I am not able to wrestle him into the tub by myself, so I holler for the Dearly Beloved. He squeezes into the crowded bathroom. I grabbed Ben's front legs and manage to get them over the edge of the tub and hold them there with one hand. Then I pick up one back leg with my free hand and DB get the other and we kinda “dump” him into the tub.
The same procedure is repeated with Tip. Somewhere in all this lifting and hauling, I pulled a muscle in my left “cheek”. I didn't notice it at first. Shoot, we went to vote. Then we went to have some Tex-Mex at El Mat. It wasn't until I woke up from my nap and took my first couple of steps that I noticed the hitch in my git-a-long.
Just call me “Gimpy” for the next few days.
I go in the bathroom and call for help from the dawgs. I don't know what it is about me bein' in the bathroom that is endlessly fascinatin' to my dawgs...but they cannot resist joining me when I call to them from the Water Closet. Boo and Ben come trottin' down the hall and slam! goes the door. They begin to suspect Mama has tricked them. When I start running water in the tub and reach for Ben, he KNOWS he's been tricked.
I am not able to wrestle him into the tub by myself, so I holler for the Dearly Beloved. He squeezes into the crowded bathroom. I grabbed Ben's front legs and manage to get them over the edge of the tub and hold them there with one hand. Then I pick up one back leg with my free hand and DB get the other and we kinda “dump” him into the tub.
The same procedure is repeated with Tip. Somewhere in all this lifting and hauling, I pulled a muscle in my left “cheek”. I didn't notice it at first. Shoot, we went to vote. Then we went to have some Tex-Mex at El Mat. It wasn't until I woke up from my nap and took my first couple of steps that I noticed the hitch in my git-a-long.
Just call me “Gimpy” for the next few days.
Sunday, March 09, 2008
What I Did INSTEAD of Blogging This Week
Well, let's see if I can remember back to Monday...Nope!
How about I start with Saturday and work my way backwards? Maybe then things will come back to me.
Yesterday, I stuck return address labels and stamps on the 94 newsletters for the Dearly Beloved's yearly family reunion that's gonna be on the 30th of this Month. I had intended to get them out on Monday, but a couple of the folks I had been waiting to hear from never emailed or returned my calls. OTOH, this reunion has been held on the Sunday after Easter in the same place since Gawd made dirt. Well, for the last 20 years, anyway. So, if folks have been payin' attention, they know when and where to show up.
Then I came home, and don't remember what I did for most of the afternoon. Oh, Wait, Yes, I do, too! A box was in the mailbox from Miss Poppy. Hallelujah,Praise Gawd! Well, actually, I'm on the express train to hell, you can find me in the bar car with a drink in one hand and a cigarette in the other. If you go to Miss Poppy's you'll see why I just said all that. I ordered some stuff for a fried, and both my chirrens for their b'days. I can tell y'all what I got Son, cause he never reads this blog. It's a refrigerator magnet that answers the age old question, "What WOULD Jesus Do?" Someone special will be Stigmata Tattoos for Easter! I got myself a St.Otto Air Freshener for my car. This is the prayer on the back of the package:
Dearly Beloved and I went out last night for a Greek Feast. Normally, we have the mixed grill for two. I was in the mood for some eggplant, though and since DB doesn't care for the aubergine fruit that much, I had moussaka and he had Kafka. I ordered some Dolma. He said he didn't want any. When it came, he said he'd have one, just to "tide me over" 'til our food came to the table. He wound up eatin' two, which was 1/2 the order. Oh well, Texas IS a community property state. Both our entrees came with a Greek salad, I always give him my pepper. Just because he likes them. And I don't.
Friday, after the temperature rose above freezing, I took the original of the newsletter up to Office Max and made 175 copies in Easter Egg Blue. Then I bought some stuff on sale. Matt, I got a neat little gadget thingy for you. Then I came home folded and addressed, by hand all the newsletters. Oh, yeah. While I was at the grocery store, my knee "went out". It just suddenly didn't want to bear weight. So I limped along, and it righted itself. Then it would go out. Then it would right itself. This went on of the rest of the day. While I was on the couch, folding, stapling and addressing the newsletters, I kept it propped up and kept an icepack on it. It wobbly every now and then but mostly stable now.
Also, in the early morning hours of Friday, I posted this article about my hobbies of dawgs and shooting on Helium.When I checked at 3 p.m. it was in the #2 position. Yeah ME!
Thursday was the day we got all the snow. AS in about a 5-6" accumulation. Tip was biting at these HUGE flakes that were coming out of the sky. DB went outside and took some pics, but I haven't looked at them yet to see if they captured the silliness that is a dog trying to catch snowflakes.
I also composed the Newsletter for the reunion this day and posted this article about my Real Life Hero. It's not doing so well in the ratings. I think it's because...well, y'all can read it and see what you think. Some of the requirements was to answer the questions: Who is the person that you admire most and why? How have they influenced your life? What is the most important lesson that this hero has taught you? How has it made a difference to you, long term or in your daily life? Maybe I'm just bein' paranoid...but I think because I didn't write about my granny, or a teacher or preacher and some spiritual lesson I got bumped down the ladder. And blows chunks! The ratings are supposed to be about style, spelling, syntax, grammar, format, and readability; not whether the rater agrees with the subject matter or likes one subject better than another. Or maybe I just ate some sour grapes. Y'all let me know, OK?
Other than watchin' it snow, writing that article and drinkin' copious amounts of Butterfinger hot chocolate [all the flavor, none of the yuccky stuff in your teeth], and doing the newsletter, I didn't do anything Thursday.
Wednesday was pretty much a wash. I think I did email and took a nap and cooked supper and watched TV.
Tuesday was not very interesting because I can't remember what happened. Same for Monday.
Now, I have to go do my nails and then work on an article for Associated Content about my 10 favorite Movie Quotes and why they are my favorites. Then I might work on a great article about guns and shoes.
How about I start with Saturday and work my way backwards? Maybe then things will come back to me.
Yesterday, I stuck return address labels and stamps on the 94 newsletters for the Dearly Beloved's yearly family reunion that's gonna be on the 30th of this Month. I had intended to get them out on Monday, but a couple of the folks I had been waiting to hear from never emailed or returned my calls. OTOH, this reunion has been held on the Sunday after Easter in the same place since Gawd made dirt. Well, for the last 20 years, anyway. So, if folks have been payin' attention, they know when and where to show up.
Then I came home, and don't remember what I did for most of the afternoon. Oh, Wait, Yes, I do, too! A box was in the mailbox from Miss Poppy. Hallelujah,Praise Gawd! Well, actually, I'm on the express train to hell, you can find me in the bar car with a drink in one hand and a cigarette in the other. If you go to Miss Poppy's you'll see why I just said all that. I ordered some stuff for a fried, and both my chirrens for their b'days. I can tell y'all what I got Son, cause he never reads this blog. It's a refrigerator magnet that answers the age old question, "What WOULD Jesus Do?" Someone special will be Stigmata Tattoos for Easter! I got myself a St.Otto Air Freshener for my car. This is the prayer on the back of the package:
St.Otto, lead me to the most
coveted of spaces,
Assist me in my parallel
parking skills,
Protect me from parking
tickets & fines,
Blind the eyes of watchful
parking attendants,
And if it is raining, I humbly
request covered parking.
- Amen
See why I'm on that express train?
Dearly Beloved and I went out last night for a Greek Feast. Normally, we have the mixed grill for two. I was in the mood for some eggplant, though and since DB doesn't care for the aubergine fruit that much, I had moussaka and he had Kafka. I ordered some Dolma. He said he didn't want any. When it came, he said he'd have one, just to "tide me over" 'til our food came to the table. He wound up eatin' two, which was 1/2 the order. Oh well, Texas IS a community property state. Both our entrees came with a Greek salad, I always give him my pepper. Just because he likes them. And I don't.
Friday, after the temperature rose above freezing, I took the original of the newsletter up to Office Max and made 175 copies in Easter Egg Blue. Then I bought some stuff on sale. Matt, I got a neat little gadget thingy for you. Then I came home folded and addressed, by hand all the newsletters. Oh, yeah. While I was at the grocery store, my knee "went out". It just suddenly didn't want to bear weight. So I limped along, and it righted itself. Then it would go out. Then it would right itself. This went on of the rest of the day. While I was on the couch, folding, stapling and addressing the newsletters, I kept it propped up and kept an icepack on it. It wobbly every now and then but mostly stable now.
Also, in the early morning hours of Friday, I posted this article about my hobbies of dawgs and shooting on Helium.When I checked at 3 p.m. it was in the #2 position. Yeah ME!
Thursday was the day we got all the snow. AS in about a 5-6" accumulation. Tip was biting at these HUGE flakes that were coming out of the sky. DB went outside and took some pics, but I haven't looked at them yet to see if they captured the silliness that is a dog trying to catch snowflakes.
I also composed the Newsletter for the reunion this day and posted this article about my Real Life Hero. It's not doing so well in the ratings. I think it's because...well, y'all can read it and see what you think. Some of the requirements was to answer the questions: Who is the person that you admire most and why? How have they influenced your life? What is the most important lesson that this hero has taught you? How has it made a difference to you, long term or in your daily life? Maybe I'm just bein' paranoid...but I think because I didn't write about my granny, or a teacher or preacher and some spiritual lesson I got bumped down the ladder. And blows chunks! The ratings are supposed to be about style, spelling, syntax, grammar, format, and readability; not whether the rater agrees with the subject matter or likes one subject better than another. Or maybe I just ate some sour grapes. Y'all let me know, OK?
Other than watchin' it snow, writing that article and drinkin' copious amounts of Butterfinger hot chocolate [all the flavor, none of the yuccky stuff in your teeth], and doing the newsletter, I didn't do anything Thursday.
Wednesday was pretty much a wash. I think I did email and took a nap and cooked supper and watched TV.
Tuesday was not very interesting because I can't remember what happened. Same for Monday.
Now, I have to go do my nails and then work on an article for Associated Content about my 10 favorite Movie Quotes and why they are my favorites. Then I might work on a great article about guns and shoes.
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