Well I got home around 5 on Thursday. Friday morning we dropped off mom's art work for the contest. I'll let her tell you more about that. We then headed out to Empire for dinner. Stopped at some art gallery type places and one very cool antique shop. Owned by a very interesting English guy. Had a nice chat with him and then headed home. Stopped at Otter lake along the way. Very hot here the past two days. And will stay that way throuogh Tuesday. The ground is very dried out and things are looking brown around here.
The other big event of the past three days is that Tigger spent part of Saturday evening out on the back deck. Mom found her when she was cleaning brushes at the sink and saw a strange animal on the back deck that turned out to be Tigger. This is Tigger's second escape into the great outdoors this summer. Quite the little adventure cat. Love to all, The I don't Want To Head Down State Boy
Sunday, August 31, 2008
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Stand Proud Snooty
You are the wonderful Snooty Dippindunkin married to the ever wonderful Fluffy Dippindunkin. I, being Dorfus Frickenbutt married Snickle Frickenbutt. Mom and Dad are Cheesey and Farcus Wafflehump. You're inlaws are Dipsy and Crusty Dippindunkin but Crusty goes by her middle name Snickle. Got that all now? There will be a test later.
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Who am I?
Have no idea who I am or who I'm married to. Snooty, Fluffy, tweetie bird and Snuffalupagus all say hi.
As for animal related crap. That was standard issue adopter information. I couldn't care less if Roxy and Fig were eating entire deer carcases. I was in a sarcastic and contrary mood and that was the result. Geez, the people across the street had a dead goat in their yard and I didn't do anything about that, I'm certainly not about to call anyone on the most pampered pooches in Tennessee. Feed em whatever you want. Geez.
I'm done, cashed, exhausted. Have nothing else to say. Night.
As for animal related crap. That was standard issue adopter information. I couldn't care less if Roxy and Fig were eating entire deer carcases. I was in a sarcastic and contrary mood and that was the result. Geez, the people across the street had a dead goat in their yard and I didn't do anything about that, I'm certainly not about to call anyone on the most pampered pooches in Tennessee. Feed em whatever you want. Geez.
I'm done, cashed, exhausted. Have nothing else to say. Night.
Wish it wasn't so...
There's something inherently sad about Fluffy being truly Fluffy...Sleezy was SO VERY MUCH more macho! Maybe Tommy will get "reader's cramp" before he makes it this far in the blog?????
Love you tons girl...despite the fact that you put a price tag on caring for my ancient carcus. Farcus/carcus. HE'LL take care of me for free! I HOPE. I made tiles all day for the upcoming show September 11. I'm completely certain this show will net as much profit as the craft parts of YOUR gathering and the contributions at the Humane Society. But there's that endless optimism that "maybe THIS time."
Heading for the Democratic Convention on TV. Want to hear what the Hilary has to say on behalf of her advisary (and TO Mr. McCain for using her primary words against her in those new commercials). Lots of curiosity here. Be well until tomorrow.
Love to ALL the crazy people who read this insane missive! Ma
Love you tons girl...despite the fact that you put a price tag on caring for my ancient carcus. Farcus/carcus. HE'LL take care of me for free! I HOPE. I made tiles all day for the upcoming show September 11. I'm completely certain this show will net as much profit as the craft parts of YOUR gathering and the contributions at the Humane Society. But there's that endless optimism that "maybe THIS time."
Heading for the Democratic Convention on TV. Want to hear what the Hilary has to say on behalf of her advisary (and TO Mr. McCain for using her primary words against her in those new commercials). Lots of curiosity here. Be well until tomorrow.
Love to ALL the crazy people who read this insane missive! Ma
Long live Fluffy!
Fluffy it is. Fluffy it shall be. Poor Fluffy though, last time I talked to him he was reading the blog, but starting at the very begining. So by the time he get here, it should be a big surprise that he's been discussed so much.
I bet you already miss Farcus. Hang tight Miss Cheesey, just know you are loved by all of us and Farcus will never be far. Only by miles that separate us are we alone.
I love you!!
Monday, August 25, 2008
Love you Dorfus
As I emailed you, I'm hoping that Thomas equals Fluffy...SO DAMNED less forgiving than "Sleezy". Got to go back and check. If the boy is going to sneak around and view peeks he's got to live up to his true name....here's HOPING!
I WAY prefer Cheesey to Fluffy. POOR Tommy! Farcus is safe at the farmhouse. Wish we were ALL there, dogs and all, together. That would be the best of the best! Can't believe the Cucca is Snooty...well, if you count opinionated (which is one of her most ENDEARING qualities!) I'm so incredibly fortunate to have all of you in my life. Don't even have a clue what I'd do without you!
You make me wake up in the morning and believe there's a future. Love, Ma
I WAY prefer Cheesey to Fluffy. POOR Tommy! Farcus is safe at the farmhouse. Wish we were ALL there, dogs and all, together. That would be the best of the best! Can't believe the Cucca is Snooty...well, if you count opinionated (which is one of her most ENDEARING qualities!) I'm so incredibly fortunate to have all of you in my life. Don't even have a clue what I'd do without you!
You make me wake up in the morning and believe there's a future. Love, Ma
*sighing*
You're right mama Chessy. As usual. I'm sorry sister Snooty. Snickle sends his love to all. Hope Farcus made it in alright.
Love all you weirdos!
xoxo
Dorfus
P.S. Isn't Snooty's husband actually named Sleezy? I think it might be.
The Voice of Reason Referees
Okay Dorfus Frickenbutt...time to make peace with Snooty Dippendunkin. Advice will NEVER be accepted by either of you until you acknowledge who you TRULY ARE! And as difficult as the first sentence may be to accept, Tommy's NOT going to freely admit that "Snooty's" husband is named "Fluffy Dippendunkin." (Wait 'til Farcus gets ahold of THAT information!)
You'd better start reading those emails Jess. They're LOADED with info you couldn't have acquired anywhere else. Trust me, the one and only Cheesey Wafflehump.
No more pet discussions Dorfus and Snooty. Obviously you're too protective of your parenting skills to engage in a productive dialogue! Love you both. Fluffy too. John/Farcus should be rolling in within the next hour. Take good care of him? I'm sort'a attached to the old fart.
More when I get my new "single" life in order here. Ma
You'd better start reading those emails Jess. They're LOADED with info you couldn't have acquired anywhere else. Trust me, the one and only Cheesey Wafflehump.
No more pet discussions Dorfus and Snooty. Obviously you're too protective of your parenting skills to engage in a productive dialogue! Love you both. Fluffy too. John/Farcus should be rolling in within the next hour. Take good care of him? I'm sort'a attached to the old fart.
More when I get my new "single" life in order here. Ma
Good Lord Jessica!!!!
Where in the world did I list that I have been exclusively feeding my dogs peeled grapes non stop on silver trays??????????? Poor Roxy would be dead by now, Fig would be...well hell, he'd be just fine. And Roxy has been sick only ONCE in the two and a half years we've had her. The only people food they get is rice with chicken or egg (cooked egg mind you, can't have the babies getting salmonella) and fish mixed with rice. NO RED MEAT. And I don't believe she got sick off the fish because she'd eaten it before and our vet said it was okay. My god, if they were real children you would have called Department of Human Services by now wouldn't you? I do love you though and the puppies love you as well. I also appreciate and respect all the knowledge you've shared in the past and more than likely some panicy phone calls in the futue, must go, have chores to do. Now to go outside and spread that new cocoa mulch I bought...............
Oh, by the way. I take offense to the homemade crap line. I happen to be planning on doing homemade crap instead of what anyone really wanted anyhow. Did you peek at my list? In all seriousness, I love homemade crap (damn fingers keep wanting to spell carp!) and whatever my Jess should make would have a place of honor! If she hasn't disowned me by now that is.
Holy crap, what have I missed?!?
Geez, I'm glad I'm so up on my blogging!
Lori.... while dog carcasses are not a problem immediately, STOP FEEDING THEM GRAPES! Dogs can not digest the skins on grapes, raisins, prunes... and there is a chemical in them that is toxic to dogs. Your description of Roxy as hamster was delightful though. As an "animal care professional" (my politically correct title) I would suggest ceasing and desisting from feeding them people food at all. Fig can clearly handle it but Roxy has a wee, tender little digestive system and seems to tell you about it from time to time with her vomiting and poo problems. Unseasoned chicken (boneless), turkey (boneless) and burger are cool, bread is ok, rice rocks, lots of veggies are ok but the vast majority of people food will F up a dog's day if they eat it. That's just my word on doggie diet.... for now, stop the grape diet, tis no good for em. K, my lecture is over. Oh, one final word..... a major part of the no human food is to keep a dog's weight down cause it stresses both internal functions as well as adds weight to their frame, bad for hips and joints. For bigger dogs, this is a bigger problem. For the teeny canines who inhabit your home, not such a huge problem, but you still gotta watch weight gain anyhew.
That's just the speech I would give an adopter, and it's what we do with Frankie. Remember, though, that Frankie is a different dog. She's 50 pounds, has three legs and both back hips are dysplastic. She has arthritis in her front ankle. She has chronic pee problems because through some miracle she fell into the one tenth of ALL bloody dogs who are spayed before their first heat who end up with girl parts in the wrong place to fully expel the pee, thereby ASKING bacteria to collect there and cause pee problems. She was also a puppy who begged for food, and Tom and I hated that particular personality trait and decided not to ever offer her people food to keep her from doing it. And it worked for her. You and Sean have raised your dogs well and can give em whatever ya want, just nix the grapes, anything from the grape family and no more chocolate. While a small bit of chocolate may not kill them, it's one of those things that you just never know about. If the level of highly caffeinated baker's chocolate in the piece your giving them is too high, you may be in trouble. That being said, two years ago my genius scarfed down an entire bag of Halloween snickers, wrappers and all, and the only excitement we got from that event was watching her poop out silver and orange wrappers for a week or so.
As for Sean sneaking peeks at our blog (HI SEAN!), we have to add meestor Tom to this list as well (HI TOM!)..... men, listen..... Farkus has joined us, so where are you??? We love you! Talk to us!
I'm glad work is coming along on the new, as yet unnamed, vehicle. I'm sure the scooter usage is making both Tom and Farkus quite jealous. Poor Farkus, soon to be back downstate. Poor Cheezy, soon to be on her own during the week. Poor Jess and Tom... we'll try to pick our under bunders up more often now. Dad, you should see some of the rentals we've looked at. You'd be living in the basement in some of these places. Right dumps they were. Looks like another year at the farmhouse. Lon's twiddling his thumbs with glee. And hey, maybe we'll have another car try to crash through the living room, that would be fun for Dad, huh?
Ma, I'm not sure about the breath right strips. How can you expect us to work on makin babies if I've got snot pouring unhindered from my schnoz? Sorry about the detail there, but it's a fair question, right?
Lori, when we have fund raisers we do the same thing with donations instead of a set price, too. It rakes in the bucks, huh? People give us insane amounts for dogs and burgers, and much like you experienced.... nothing at all for the crafts the staff makes. What's up with that? I guess people need to eat. Bastards.
Ma..... please go forward with your 3d stained glass piece. I absolutely can not wait to see it. It sounds amazing. I wish I had a teeny bit of your creativity. I have a plan though. Once Dad's back in school I'm gonna hit him up for some kiln space too. Prepare yourself, dear listeners, cause you're all gonna get crap I made for Christmas instead of whatever it was that you actually wanted. At least, that's the plan. Woo Hoo!
Ok, enough sarcasm for one day. It must be my impending scholastic imprisonment causing this attitude. You'd think that someone spending this kind of money on school would be excited to go back, but the thought of 60 hour work weeks combined with ONE class makes me want to vomit, so imagine how I may feel about taking four classes instead. Can't wait.
Love you all! Hi Sean and Tom! Join us. Be one of us. Looks like fun, right?
Lori.... while dog carcasses are not a problem immediately, STOP FEEDING THEM GRAPES! Dogs can not digest the skins on grapes, raisins, prunes... and there is a chemical in them that is toxic to dogs. Your description of Roxy as hamster was delightful though. As an "animal care professional" (my politically correct title) I would suggest ceasing and desisting from feeding them people food at all. Fig can clearly handle it but Roxy has a wee, tender little digestive system and seems to tell you about it from time to time with her vomiting and poo problems. Unseasoned chicken (boneless), turkey (boneless) and burger are cool, bread is ok, rice rocks, lots of veggies are ok but the vast majority of people food will F up a dog's day if they eat it. That's just my word on doggie diet.... for now, stop the grape diet, tis no good for em. K, my lecture is over. Oh, one final word..... a major part of the no human food is to keep a dog's weight down cause it stresses both internal functions as well as adds weight to their frame, bad for hips and joints. For bigger dogs, this is a bigger problem. For the teeny canines who inhabit your home, not such a huge problem, but you still gotta watch weight gain anyhew.
That's just the speech I would give an adopter, and it's what we do with Frankie. Remember, though, that Frankie is a different dog. She's 50 pounds, has three legs and both back hips are dysplastic. She has arthritis in her front ankle. She has chronic pee problems because through some miracle she fell into the one tenth of ALL bloody dogs who are spayed before their first heat who end up with girl parts in the wrong place to fully expel the pee, thereby ASKING bacteria to collect there and cause pee problems. She was also a puppy who begged for food, and Tom and I hated that particular personality trait and decided not to ever offer her people food to keep her from doing it. And it worked for her. You and Sean have raised your dogs well and can give em whatever ya want, just nix the grapes, anything from the grape family and no more chocolate. While a small bit of chocolate may not kill them, it's one of those things that you just never know about. If the level of highly caffeinated baker's chocolate in the piece your giving them is too high, you may be in trouble. That being said, two years ago my genius scarfed down an entire bag of Halloween snickers, wrappers and all, and the only excitement we got from that event was watching her poop out silver and orange wrappers for a week or so.
As for Sean sneaking peeks at our blog (HI SEAN!), we have to add meestor Tom to this list as well (HI TOM!)..... men, listen..... Farkus has joined us, so where are you??? We love you! Talk to us!
I'm glad work is coming along on the new, as yet unnamed, vehicle. I'm sure the scooter usage is making both Tom and Farkus quite jealous. Poor Farkus, soon to be back downstate. Poor Cheezy, soon to be on her own during the week. Poor Jess and Tom... we'll try to pick our under bunders up more often now. Dad, you should see some of the rentals we've looked at. You'd be living in the basement in some of these places. Right dumps they were. Looks like another year at the farmhouse. Lon's twiddling his thumbs with glee. And hey, maybe we'll have another car try to crash through the living room, that would be fun for Dad, huh?
Ma, I'm not sure about the breath right strips. How can you expect us to work on makin babies if I've got snot pouring unhindered from my schnoz? Sorry about the detail there, but it's a fair question, right?
Lori, when we have fund raisers we do the same thing with donations instead of a set price, too. It rakes in the bucks, huh? People give us insane amounts for dogs and burgers, and much like you experienced.... nothing at all for the crafts the staff makes. What's up with that? I guess people need to eat. Bastards.
Ma..... please go forward with your 3d stained glass piece. I absolutely can not wait to see it. It sounds amazing. I wish I had a teeny bit of your creativity. I have a plan though. Once Dad's back in school I'm gonna hit him up for some kiln space too. Prepare yourself, dear listeners, cause you're all gonna get crap I made for Christmas instead of whatever it was that you actually wanted. At least, that's the plan. Woo Hoo!
Ok, enough sarcasm for one day. It must be my impending scholastic imprisonment causing this attitude. You'd think that someone spending this kind of money on school would be excited to go back, but the thought of 60 hour work weeks combined with ONE class makes me want to vomit, so imagine how I may feel about taking four classes instead. Can't wait.
Love you all! Hi Sean and Tom! Join us. Be one of us. Looks like fun, right?
Hello???????
Tis me again (I could say It's me again Margaret, but that's probably overplayed) Hope everyone had a good weekend.
Jess, have to admit publicly my defeat. I know Sean will never let me forget and this means more phone calls to the all know hippy drippy animal phlebotomist, but you were right. No grapes, no raisins, no chocolate. So I won't let Roxy fill her cheeks with grapes if Sean promises not to let them have chocolate. (Got that Mr. Flanagan?)
Back to work, in the dinning room today so a shorter shift. Eveyln, the big bad boss lady is going to be working at a facility a ways away as well as ours. Either she'll be gone a lot or grumpier. I'm hoping for away.
Finishing coffee and then getting dressed up. Love to all!!
Saturday, August 23, 2008
Mama Wafflehump's BACK
A special HELLO to Lorinda and Sean (truth's out Sean. No more sneaking around in the dead of night and while Lori's at work or in the can!) If you don't stop feeding the "scooter virus" John's been itching for more than a year now, I'll find SOMETHING to do to get even!
Lori, how many more of these food events will be offered before Christmas? With your batting record at two for two I'm thinking you're permanently stuck in the food tent. Then of course there's the financial stats to support the 'company's' position that food is where you're at...got to tell you, there aren't too many art forms Jess and I love more than handmade quilts. I started one about 20-years-ago and it became a 50" x 50" tablecloth. I WANTED to make it a 10" x 10" napkin but was shamed into continuing against my will. Perhaps it was the $70 I'd invested in special fabrics at the highly-specialized quilt shop. Ultimately I sold the remaining, brand new fabrics (gently protected in plastic wrapping) at a garage sale for $5. I DO have a sewing machine (as does Jess). With luck neither of us will have to open the things up any decade soon. My sister-in-law, Juana, has a similar loathing to the dreaded equipment.
The lake glass can NEVER be compared to collecting Alcoa! When the kids were little we'd go to the beach for 6-8 hours and I walked the beach most of that time. When John would say "time to go" I'd count the number of pieces of glass I'd found and refuse to leave until I had found another 40 pieces. For the first time that day I'd get all three of 'em helping me find glass.
Since the demise of glass in favor of plastic and OTHER materials, there's nothing left to find. If we find just one single piece per visit to the beach, I'm thrilled. Our first jar filled was a big brandy snifter and we kept it on a trunk in our family room.
My sister's daughter (niece Rachel), was both obese and ornery and decided that Aunt Judy had a huge jar full of hard candy that I was unwilling to offer up to her god of calories. So finally, much to Jess's horror, I said "go ahead Rae. Eat all you want." Can't remember now, but I'm hoping those were her baby teeth.
Jess, did you go to the Van K's or did they visit you? Did you finally give Elaine her Mother's Day flowers? Hope E and L are well. We like your in-laws, a lot.
As for the meds my two girls are searching for...GEEZE! BOTH of you (especially my Tennessee daughter!) Jess, get some of those "Breathe Right" strips. They'll hold those nostrils open until they "snot out" and you'll be free! Be sure and wear a green shirt and you'll be good to go no matter where you are!!
The combination stained glass and carved wood piece that's Jess's is still about nine feet off the kitchen floor and needs to come down for cleaning, photographing and price-tagging. We'll send a couple of photos, Lori. Jess, I HAVE been thinking of a new piece in that same vein. Thinking the "tree" should be multi-branched off a center trunk so that it was more of a panoramic piece...colors from any side you viewed. More difficult and counter balancing the upper weight would have to be addressed, but it's wafting in and out of thoughts ever since I talked to you last Sunday.
I refuse to sit here and cry for the next nine months. If I plan plenty of art work I'll probably only have to cry for two of those months. Speaking of the about to leave town husband, we're supposed to go kayaking with Bob and Karen tomorrow on the Manistee. All I can think of is that on Dad's last full day here I don't want company. He asked me what I truly thought about tomorrow and almost seemed to agree with me when I told him.
I had a ton of stuff I wanted to blog but I keep getting those "critical error" pop-ups. So far they haven't acted on their threats but I guess I should finish up for now. Oh yeah! We had one of Dad's acorn squashs with dinner and it was wonderful! Jess, the crop of tomatoes appears to be nearly bordering on invasive, should they all ripen simultaneously.
Love to the girls and Sean and Tommy too. Ma
Lori, how many more of these food events will be offered before Christmas? With your batting record at two for two I'm thinking you're permanently stuck in the food tent. Then of course there's the financial stats to support the 'company's' position that food is where you're at...got to tell you, there aren't too many art forms Jess and I love more than handmade quilts. I started one about 20-years-ago and it became a 50" x 50" tablecloth. I WANTED to make it a 10" x 10" napkin but was shamed into continuing against my will. Perhaps it was the $70 I'd invested in special fabrics at the highly-specialized quilt shop. Ultimately I sold the remaining, brand new fabrics (gently protected in plastic wrapping) at a garage sale for $5. I DO have a sewing machine (as does Jess). With luck neither of us will have to open the things up any decade soon. My sister-in-law, Juana, has a similar loathing to the dreaded equipment.
The lake glass can NEVER be compared to collecting Alcoa! When the kids were little we'd go to the beach for 6-8 hours and I walked the beach most of that time. When John would say "time to go" I'd count the number of pieces of glass I'd found and refuse to leave until I had found another 40 pieces. For the first time that day I'd get all three of 'em helping me find glass.
Since the demise of glass in favor of plastic and OTHER materials, there's nothing left to find. If we find just one single piece per visit to the beach, I'm thrilled. Our first jar filled was a big brandy snifter and we kept it on a trunk in our family room.
My sister's daughter (niece Rachel), was both obese and ornery and decided that Aunt Judy had a huge jar full of hard candy that I was unwilling to offer up to her god of calories. So finally, much to Jess's horror, I said "go ahead Rae. Eat all you want." Can't remember now, but I'm hoping those were her baby teeth.
Jess, did you go to the Van K's or did they visit you? Did you finally give Elaine her Mother's Day flowers? Hope E and L are well. We like your in-laws, a lot.
As for the meds my two girls are searching for...GEEZE! BOTH of you (especially my Tennessee daughter!) Jess, get some of those "Breathe Right" strips. They'll hold those nostrils open until they "snot out" and you'll be free! Be sure and wear a green shirt and you'll be good to go no matter where you are!!
The combination stained glass and carved wood piece that's Jess's is still about nine feet off the kitchen floor and needs to come down for cleaning, photographing and price-tagging. We'll send a couple of photos, Lori. Jess, I HAVE been thinking of a new piece in that same vein. Thinking the "tree" should be multi-branched off a center trunk so that it was more of a panoramic piece...colors from any side you viewed. More difficult and counter balancing the upper weight would have to be addressed, but it's wafting in and out of thoughts ever since I talked to you last Sunday.
I refuse to sit here and cry for the next nine months. If I plan plenty of art work I'll probably only have to cry for two of those months. Speaking of the about to leave town husband, we're supposed to go kayaking with Bob and Karen tomorrow on the Manistee. All I can think of is that on Dad's last full day here I don't want company. He asked me what I truly thought about tomorrow and almost seemed to agree with me when I told him.
I had a ton of stuff I wanted to blog but I keep getting those "critical error" pop-ups. So far they haven't acted on their threats but I guess I should finish up for now. Oh yeah! We had one of Dad's acorn squashs with dinner and it was wonderful! Jess, the crop of tomatoes appears to be nearly bordering on invasive, should they all ripen simultaneously.
Love to the girls and Sean and Tommy too. Ma
Thank You Wise One
Father Farcus, you are truly amazing. So around here I reckon we have river glass? You do have bad people, here we don't have the wonderful way of "instant money" that gave me gas money so many times while I was on fumes, aka "THE DEPOSIT". More times than I can count, I walked around the conference rooms at the Marriott and collected cans so I could get home. I worked there, I didn't just show up or anything, geesh, I do have some pride man! But I'd take glass, plastic or cans to the gas station window many many times. Here with ALCOA right down the road, people pick up the cans along the road to take for about 30 cents per pound. All the glass and plastic goes to the landfill. That sucks, even for a non tree hugger like myself.
Sean is out and about riding the scooter. Having a ball. I'll tell him about the buddy holly glasses. He'd get a kick out of that!! The benz is still a work in progress but maybe one day Sean will stop sneaking peaks at the blog and post what he's up to on it. (Everyone say Hello Sean!!)
Okay Jess. Question for you now. Last week or so I dropped some grapes on the floor, (actually it was suicide. The fridge is so full of leftovers and crap and in need of a scrubbing that they jumped to their demise) so I'm picking them up and Roxy is "helping" me. I start laughing and Sean freaks out. Don't let her eat them! I didn't think she was, Fig....yes, Roxy...somewhat picky. Anyhow, I thought she was pushing them around with her nose. She was like a chipmunk with about 2 or 3 stored in her cheeks. So the story is getting to this question. Did you tell us, or Sean or myself that grapes are bad for dogs?? Sean said you did. And of course I had to say something smart and Sean threatened to tell you so I figured I would fess up first and twist it around on him somehow. Anyway, am I killing my dogs everytime my grapes commit suicide?
I'd appreciate an answer in a quick and timely manner before there are dog carcasses all around. Thank you my sister from another mister!!!
And finally, just a quick hello and you're not forgotten to mother cheezy! Hope the mystery that is your life is well and the computer is up and running.
Fair was today. Made over $500.00 selling hot dogs. One guy gave me $20 for 2!! We asked for donations instead of a set price. Only sold about 100 and they were donated as well as the buns!! GO MEAT!! Guess how many quilt blocks were sold?? NONE! So sad. They were all alone, no one explaining what we were doing or going to do and in an empty corner. Oh well, next fundraiser I'll sit with them and shame people into it!! The bright spot is that everyone liked the quilts I made and displayed!! Whoo Hoo! Time for a quick pick up of the house, feed some mammals (maybe grapes) and possibly a nap.
Love and kisses to all
Fasrcus Says.......
Farcus is always happy to help a brother or sister out. Lake Glass, From the days before deposits and returnables(bottles made of glass). Folks out on the lake, in boats I hope, would toss bottles overboard. Bad folks. Bottles would wash up on shore and be pounded into bits by the waves. Broken bits would then be smoothed out by the wave action and the sand. This would take some time, years perhaps. Later here comes Chezzy and at times Farcus walking down the beach, Lake Michigan beach, looking for pretty rocks and low and behold what do they find but shiny smoothed out bits of pretty glass. As to what Chezzy and Farcus do with the glass....well they put it in a big glass container and look at it and say "Look at the shiny smoothed out bits of pretty glass."
And Farcus is glad the brother Sean has the Lori car running. All I can say about the SCooooooooooooooter is get some Buddy Holly glasses to wear.
Jessie.......Tommie what's up? Tooty Toot the Steamy Boy
And Farcus is glad the brother Sean has the Lori car running. All I can say about the SCooooooooooooooter is get some Buddy Holly glasses to wear.
Jessie.......Tommie what's up? Tooty Toot the Steamy Boy
I Give Up
Been pondering your post Farcus. Pray tell, what is lake glass? Where does it come from? Where do you find it? And finally, what does one do with it?? I feel I must know for my existence on this blue marble to continue completely full filled.
Friday, August 22, 2008
Toooooot.....Toooooootie
Well here are some pictures of the Buckley Steam Show. Not much going on around here today. Kind of warm and humid. Went to Arcadia yesterday to the beach. Water some what cold but nice. Found a brown chunk of lake glass. Walked around some then visited a bottle shop and a wood mill. The steam show is a real look at what life around 1900 might have been like. Very interesting adventrue and am looking forward to a return trip next year. That's all folks...Farcus
Thursday, August 21, 2008
And Today's Funny........
A stranger was seated next to a little girl on the airplane when the stranger turned to her and said, "Let's talk. I've heard that flights go quicker if you strike up a conversation with one of your fellow passengers."
The little girl, who had just opened her book, closed it slowly and asked the stranger, "What would you like to talk about?"
"Oh, I don't know," said the stranger. "How about universal health care?" and he smiles.
"OK" she said. "That could be an interesting topic. But let me ask you a question first. A horse, a cow, and a deer all eat the same stuff - grass. Yet a deer excretes little pellets, while a cow turns out a flat patty, and a horse produces clumps of dried grass. Why do you suppose that is?"
The stranger, visibly surprised by the little girl's intelligence, thinks about it and says, "Hmmm, I have no idea."
To which the little girl replies, "Do you really feel qualified to discuss health care when you don't know shit?"
And I (IIIIIIIII) Will Always Love You (Cheesey and or Farcus Wafflehump)
Mama Wafflehump, if that terrible daughter, sister wannabe, wife of my beloved only brother EVER sends you away, I give you permission to send your spirit guides, totems, scout guides, runners, emissaries of the arch angel, ascended masters to go "get her"!!!! Or just call me and I can change your depends, give you a shower, give you your medications, cook for you, take you for walks, anything and everything. A separate charge for each and every activity mind you. Nothing personal of course. I'm a professional care giver now and must be treated and compensated as such!!
Computers. Hmmmmm. It's about time you freaks of pain and torture realize how much easier my life with a mac is. Have you not seen the mac/pc commercials? I love those, especially the newest one with the hot teas to soothe the vista beast! Get a MAC for god's sake!! Sean's mom says that her next computer will be a mac. She's been saying that for years and the next one she gets is still a windows version. Sadomasochistic!?
Can you not clip the kitty babies claws? I know, I know, they don't like it! (I can hear you Jessica!!) Neither does Poshock but it takes about 20 seconds per paw and no open wounds. Nice for everyone especially when we decide it's bathtime. Sean still has a long scar down his leg trying to hold Peteno in the tub while she wasn't clipped. This is now a must routine for bathtime. So I'm guessing that no one on this blog but the Flanagan's are brave enough (or is there a better phrase...silly, stupid, naive, idiotic) to bathe their cats?? Here's a solution....sell the cats and use the money for a down payment on an ibook. Better yet, instead of cock fighting we could ........... never mind, I can see the yoga loving hippie getting freaked out already.
Speaking of the yoga loving hippie freak, love you sis! Maybe, just maybe, doing the downward facing dog asana will keep your nose in check. Not sure about the eyes. Sorry none of the docs understand what to do with you. I get it completely because they can never find the right antibiotic that will do anything to me. All my past doctors considered me a medical puzzle because I never react to any meds like I should. The one that really freaked out my current doc is a couple of years ago my shoulder was still really really bad and she wanted to give it a good shot of relaxing to I had 3 days worth of Valium 20mg each. Friday night I took 3. Saturday morning: 3, Saturday afternoon: 3, Saturday evening: 3, Sunday morning: 3, Sunday afternoon: 2. Know what I did that weekend? Set up for and had a yard sale. Didn't get one damn bit sleepy or weird minded. Not like now with my spotty nervous and mental breakdowns. 340mg's of Valium in 2 1/2 days and it didn't phase me one bit. Sigh.
Made quilt blocks for the fair at work this weekend. Sean's quilts and my quilt are in the show. His one quilt is from the '30's and is made from suits and trousers. A true necessity quilt. It should be fun. I'm volunteering for a couple hours. So do they have me stationed with the quilts cause I love to quilt? Nope. Do they have me doing the cake walk cause I can hit stop on a music making machine quite well and I also love to eat cake? Uh hu, guess again. You're all right! They've got me at the food tent! What else does a person who cooks all the time like to do in their spare time? Beg for donations so people can shove a hot dog in their pie hole! If I'm lucky, I may get to cook them too!! One can only dream!!
I'm going to go for now, Ma .. best of luck on that computer, hate it for you. Once it's up and running I would love to see the stained glass piece and hear more about it. I need to know more about the parents I didn't know I had! Dad, keep you're chin up. Christmas Vacation will be here before you know it. And Jess, what wonderful words of wisdom shall I pass onto you? Everyone loves the hippy dippy weatherman, I'm not so sure about the hippy drippy animal phlebotomist.
Love and kisses to all of you!!!
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Went to the Beach
Hey Lori and Jess and whomever...
Sounds like Lori's work and Jess's cats are suffering similar air-borne viruses. I'm much more comfortable attributing such discontent to an unknown ailment. Otherwise there's something EVIL in this world. Lori. The pissants are out there looking for participants in their games. Good for you for refusing to play with them! You identified the good guys right away. Keep talking to them, cooking for them, helping them out in the can or wherever else they need you, because they DO need you! When Jess sends me away (as she has said she WILL) I sure hope you're the one there to love me (sniff, sniff, BAD daughter!).
As for the "cat wars"...I don't have a clue how you'd even get Aggie into a carrier to get her to a barn! You'd have to have a death wish to corner that sick animal. And I mean that in the most ERNEST way. Aggie's the cat from hell. They named the Pet Semetary after her. Stephen King's been trying to kill her off in DOZENS of ways, throughout his writings. Still she lives, claws, hisses, attacks. Hard to sleep well in the house Aggie presides over. GO LEVI! HIDE SAMSON! He's too old to get caught in the middle of this thing. Trusting Uma to intercede on behalf of the three sane cats. Oh, did you want my opinion? What's my Grand-dog's stand on this Animal Gehod...pretty frightening.
We had Juana and Doug over for the day Sunday. You guys will really like Doug. He's quick, knowledgable, interesting (and INTERESTED), a good listener as well as a strong participant in conversations...he's complicated without seeming complicated. John (Dad) and I know that not only will you enjoy Doug but he'll feel the same way about you. I'm fairly certain you'll be meeting each other in the future. Juana seems better than she has been for some time. All very good things. But he LOVES cats and Pooh rejected him. He tried until 1:45 a.m. to get that girl to like him. She circled him, sniffed him and even let him entertain her, but pulled away before being petted. I guess you can be a bit poopy when you're over 98-years-old. Thank God I'M her Mom. I won't send her away!
We packed a lunch and headed for Point Betsie today. Dad thought it would be funny to call you from the beach, Jess, but he couldn't get a signal. After about an hour this lady showed up. She must have weighed about 490 pounds and was there with this poor little skinny guy. She was wearing shorts and kept bending over to get rocks to skim but couldn't stand up again without the little guy's help. He finally left her alone and she started picking up rocks about 5' away from us...a sight to remember. We were terrified that she'd fall over and we'd have to somehow upright her again. She looked EXACTLY like Kate Richards Jess.
Well, I've been beeped ten times regarding "72 critical system failures", make that 73 just now. As I said last night, we had a melt down. Guess I'll get out of here while I still can.
Love to all. Ma
Sounds like Lori's work and Jess's cats are suffering similar air-borne viruses. I'm much more comfortable attributing such discontent to an unknown ailment. Otherwise there's something EVIL in this world. Lori. The pissants are out there looking for participants in their games. Good for you for refusing to play with them! You identified the good guys right away. Keep talking to them, cooking for them, helping them out in the can or wherever else they need you, because they DO need you! When Jess sends me away (as she has said she WILL) I sure hope you're the one there to love me (sniff, sniff, BAD daughter!).
As for the "cat wars"...I don't have a clue how you'd even get Aggie into a carrier to get her to a barn! You'd have to have a death wish to corner that sick animal. And I mean that in the most ERNEST way. Aggie's the cat from hell. They named the Pet Semetary after her. Stephen King's been trying to kill her off in DOZENS of ways, throughout his writings. Still she lives, claws, hisses, attacks. Hard to sleep well in the house Aggie presides over. GO LEVI! HIDE SAMSON! He's too old to get caught in the middle of this thing. Trusting Uma to intercede on behalf of the three sane cats. Oh, did you want my opinion? What's my Grand-dog's stand on this Animal Gehod...pretty frightening.
We had Juana and Doug over for the day Sunday. You guys will really like Doug. He's quick, knowledgable, interesting (and INTERESTED), a good listener as well as a strong participant in conversations...he's complicated without seeming complicated. John (Dad) and I know that not only will you enjoy Doug but he'll feel the same way about you. I'm fairly certain you'll be meeting each other in the future. Juana seems better than she has been for some time. All very good things. But he LOVES cats and Pooh rejected him. He tried until 1:45 a.m. to get that girl to like him. She circled him, sniffed him and even let him entertain her, but pulled away before being petted. I guess you can be a bit poopy when you're over 98-years-old. Thank God I'M her Mom. I won't send her away!
We packed a lunch and headed for Point Betsie today. Dad thought it would be funny to call you from the beach, Jess, but he couldn't get a signal. After about an hour this lady showed up. She must have weighed about 490 pounds and was there with this poor little skinny guy. She was wearing shorts and kept bending over to get rocks to skim but couldn't stand up again without the little guy's help. He finally left her alone and she started picking up rocks about 5' away from us...a sight to remember. We were terrified that she'd fall over and we'd have to somehow upright her again. She looked EXACTLY like Kate Richards Jess.
Well, I've been beeped ten times regarding "72 critical system failures", make that 73 just now. As I said last night, we had a melt down. Guess I'll get out of here while I still can.
Love to all. Ma
Get an Apple!
As I'm sure Lori will agree, we should all switch to the user friendly, non-crashing world of Apple. Someday, when I have about $3000 to spend, I shall buy myself a lovely IBook.... someday.....
I have been battling the demon that is allergies for some time now and today have reached the conclusion that I must have done something awful in a previous life to have to spend this one with a constantly drippy nose. It reaches critical mass when I'm drawing blood on a cat and my snot drips on the poor creatures leg. Also increases the bond between the poker (me) and the holder. I'm sure the person on the other end of that feline feels nothing but trust and compassion as I try to find a vein through blurry eyes and snotty nose. Good times. I have tried every over the counter allergy relief available to the world today and nothing really works. Perhaps I could find a doctor doing a study on those who are immune to all antihistamines. There must be others out there like me.
Speaking of oddities..... has anyone heard about the sasquatch that was recently found? My question is this..... what, exactly are they looking for in the DNA? Is there mystical sasquatch blood to test it against? I, for one, am quite excited for results as I will finally have found my ancestors. Oh, to know where one truly belongs.
Aggie and Levi have drawn battle lines and are fighting a war only they know the meaning of. Needless to say, it's become a bit worrisome. Aggie has open wounds on both sides of her face and Levi is healing from a bash to the head from his grey sister. Levi will lie in wait in the bathroom for Aggie to try to eat and often camps out at the bottom of the stairs to prevent her from climbing them. Aggie turns her aggression mostly on Uma which, for anyone who knows Uma, is poor planning on her part. Uma doesn't play that game and shuts her down time and time again. Sampson generally stays out of the fray unless caught in the middle, but he has proven to be a tough little soldier when his number is called. Why they seem to hate each other after four years together is a mystery to me but a solution must be found, peace talks are in the process. Aggie might find herself without a home if she doesn't chill out. Levi is unadoptable as he has a penchant for peeing inappropriately which leaves the evil Aggie as the clear choice to go if necessary. Barn living is the life for her. Not really, I can't do it, but somethings got to give before someone loses an eye.
I guess I'll go now. I love you all and I suppose I'll see my pa soon enough (sorry Farkus), but not really cause once school starts I'll be pretty much out of the house six days a week. I'm thinking about taking a yoga class too.... go hippie!
I have been battling the demon that is allergies for some time now and today have reached the conclusion that I must have done something awful in a previous life to have to spend this one with a constantly drippy nose. It reaches critical mass when I'm drawing blood on a cat and my snot drips on the poor creatures leg. Also increases the bond between the poker (me) and the holder. I'm sure the person on the other end of that feline feels nothing but trust and compassion as I try to find a vein through blurry eyes and snotty nose. Good times. I have tried every over the counter allergy relief available to the world today and nothing really works. Perhaps I could find a doctor doing a study on those who are immune to all antihistamines. There must be others out there like me.
Speaking of oddities..... has anyone heard about the sasquatch that was recently found? My question is this..... what, exactly are they looking for in the DNA? Is there mystical sasquatch blood to test it against? I, for one, am quite excited for results as I will finally have found my ancestors. Oh, to know where one truly belongs.
Aggie and Levi have drawn battle lines and are fighting a war only they know the meaning of. Needless to say, it's become a bit worrisome. Aggie has open wounds on both sides of her face and Levi is healing from a bash to the head from his grey sister. Levi will lie in wait in the bathroom for Aggie to try to eat and often camps out at the bottom of the stairs to prevent her from climbing them. Aggie turns her aggression mostly on Uma which, for anyone who knows Uma, is poor planning on her part. Uma doesn't play that game and shuts her down time and time again. Sampson generally stays out of the fray unless caught in the middle, but he has proven to be a tough little soldier when his number is called. Why they seem to hate each other after four years together is a mystery to me but a solution must be found, peace talks are in the process. Aggie might find herself without a home if she doesn't chill out. Levi is unadoptable as he has a penchant for peeing inappropriately which leaves the evil Aggie as the clear choice to go if necessary. Barn living is the life for her. Not really, I can't do it, but somethings got to give before someone loses an eye.
I guess I'll go now. I love you all and I suppose I'll see my pa soon enough (sorry Farkus), but not really cause once school starts I'll be pretty much out of the house six days a week. I'm thinking about taking a yoga class too.... go hippie!
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Trouble in Paradise
The computer suffered a meltdown during the night. I had postponed responding to Lori and Cucca's blogs until tonight because I was totally whipped last night. But I'll reserve a long missive tonight until I'm sure we're OK. Farcus worked all day to correct this problem. The HP "help" folks wanted $50 this morning to "fix" what they said they could identify immediately. Sort of like Hewlett Packard shut us down while we slept, then said they could fix what they'd done "for a price." Excuse me, but that sounds a LOT like extortion! I DO go crazy when I've written a long, LONG note to folks and then it's lost. So, more tomorrow.
Love, Ma
Love, Ma
Sunday, August 17, 2008
Cheesy bufflehump and her stringy kids
First and foremost I have to say that your "senior's breakfast special" post was sheer genious, Lori. Utter fabulousness. Thank you for that bit of giggle inducing writing... it was heartily enjoyed. I'm sorry that you're stuck in the middle of two year olds at work.... how dare you speak to the residents and how could you expect the kitchen equipment to be more than sub-standard? Silly woman, just who do you think you are?
Tommy and I had a great dinner with the Van parents last night. I heard a rumor that one miss Lorinda Flanagan may just be riding a scooter to work, is this true? Don't let my dad get his hands on this scooter as he may hold you at gunpoint to steal it from you. Is this the scooter from Craigslist? You're so cool lady, i wanna scooter to take to work!
Mom, I HOPE and HOPE and HOPE that the stained glass piece sells. As much as i love it, it would be a major boost to your income and could save my parents from ruin. Plus, it's wicked cool and it would be awesome to think of someone giving it a place of honor in their home after spending money on it, not because the artist gave it to them. Even if that artist is their mom. Maybe if it doesn't sell, someday I'll make seomthing so cool that it would be worthy of a trade. Until then, make it available to the masses, it's too beautiful not to try. Dad, could you take a picture of it so Lori could see it? It's from the stained glass days and is just about the coolest piece I've ever seen. I do have to admit, though, I am curious what you'd come up with all these years later.... a new and improved version for the year 2008.... hmmm, something to think about.
So school's starting again. I didn't really think about it in a way that would make it real until you told me you were coming home soon dad. School schmool. Yuck. I've already spent about three hundred dollars on parking pass and books.... haven't even started buying supplies for the art classes yet. Bastards. I did finally get my bill for Fall, though, and am happily surprised to learn that my loan will cover it. I got less this year so I had a bit of a panic after registration, even though I still have plenty of time to drop a class if I can't afford them all. Good old Sallie Mae came through once more. Gotta love the Federal Government and their willingness to put young people in debt.
I borrowed the latest Harry Pooter from ma Van and am happily reading my way through it today. Tom's working on the Jeep and I have a huge cup o' joe at my side as I read the final installment of Harry's adventures. So far, it's a good one and I heard that the new movie is coming out this Fall.... I don't care what anyone says, I love Mr. Potter and his companions.
So, clearly, there's not much going on here but I wanted to drop in and say hello to all. Lori, keep your chin up. You are a Queen in the kitchen and when I stick my parents in an old folks home, it is you I would want cooking for them, no doubt. Oh yeah, have no allusions about it ma and pa, you're going to a home and it won't be mine. Just so you know. Heh, heh, heh.
And after that last comment, I was wondering if you'd be bringing any produce home with you dad? Cause although I might not be willing to care for you once you're incoherent, I certainly am a good daughter right now, right? I like eggplant and tomatoes. A lot. Just so you know.
Peace out tree huggers, live long and prosper.
Tommy and I had a great dinner with the Van parents last night. I heard a rumor that one miss Lorinda Flanagan may just be riding a scooter to work, is this true? Don't let my dad get his hands on this scooter as he may hold you at gunpoint to steal it from you. Is this the scooter from Craigslist? You're so cool lady, i wanna scooter to take to work!
Mom, I HOPE and HOPE and HOPE that the stained glass piece sells. As much as i love it, it would be a major boost to your income and could save my parents from ruin. Plus, it's wicked cool and it would be awesome to think of someone giving it a place of honor in their home after spending money on it, not because the artist gave it to them. Even if that artist is their mom. Maybe if it doesn't sell, someday I'll make seomthing so cool that it would be worthy of a trade. Until then, make it available to the masses, it's too beautiful not to try. Dad, could you take a picture of it so Lori could see it? It's from the stained glass days and is just about the coolest piece I've ever seen. I do have to admit, though, I am curious what you'd come up with all these years later.... a new and improved version for the year 2008.... hmmm, something to think about.
So school's starting again. I didn't really think about it in a way that would make it real until you told me you were coming home soon dad. School schmool. Yuck. I've already spent about three hundred dollars on parking pass and books.... haven't even started buying supplies for the art classes yet. Bastards. I did finally get my bill for Fall, though, and am happily surprised to learn that my loan will cover it. I got less this year so I had a bit of a panic after registration, even though I still have plenty of time to drop a class if I can't afford them all. Good old Sallie Mae came through once more. Gotta love the Federal Government and their willingness to put young people in debt.
I borrowed the latest Harry Pooter from ma Van and am happily reading my way through it today. Tom's working on the Jeep and I have a huge cup o' joe at my side as I read the final installment of Harry's adventures. So far, it's a good one and I heard that the new movie is coming out this Fall.... I don't care what anyone says, I love Mr. Potter and his companions.
So, clearly, there's not much going on here but I wanted to drop in and say hello to all. Lori, keep your chin up. You are a Queen in the kitchen and when I stick my parents in an old folks home, it is you I would want cooking for them, no doubt. Oh yeah, have no allusions about it ma and pa, you're going to a home and it won't be mine. Just so you know. Heh, heh, heh.
And after that last comment, I was wondering if you'd be bringing any produce home with you dad? Cause although I might not be willing to care for you once you're incoherent, I certainly am a good daughter right now, right? I like eggplant and tomatoes. A lot. Just so you know.
Peace out tree huggers, live long and prosper.
Saturday, August 16, 2008
That's WAFFLEHUMP children!!
I'M CHEESEY and the old man's FARCUS...WAFFLEHUMP!!! Not "Wufhump". Not "Wufflehump". Don't you know how much people hate having their names mispronounced??? I was taught in speech classes that mispronounciations are a sign of DISRESPECT. If your name is Cheesey or Farcus Wafflehump you've got to find respect SOMEWHERE!
Just a note tonight. I'm totally whipped (and so is 'Farcus'). Since August 4th I've prepared, served and cleaned up 15 meals for guests. Juana and Doug will be here tomorrow (we had six for dinner tonight). I LOVE company and look forward to guests ALWAYS...wish they'd spread it out a bit 'tho.
Just wanted to say hey. More to follow. John leaves for the farmhouse a week from tomorrow. Stand tall Jess! You and Tommy should have thrown us out YEARS ago! Too late now.
Love to all. Please keep writing. I miss you guys. Ma
Just a note tonight. I'm totally whipped (and so is 'Farcus'). Since August 4th I've prepared, served and cleaned up 15 meals for guests. Juana and Doug will be here tomorrow (we had six for dinner tonight). I LOVE company and look forward to guests ALWAYS...wish they'd spread it out a bit 'tho.
Just wanted to say hey. More to follow. John leaves for the farmhouse a week from tomorrow. Stand tall Jess! You and Tommy should have thrown us out YEARS ago! Too late now.
Love to all. Please keep writing. I miss you guys. Ma
The Seniors Breakfast Special (for those over 61)
John and Judy went to breakfast at a restaurant where the "seniors special was 2 eggs, bacon, hashbrowns and toast for $1.99 "Sounds good" Judy said, "but I don't want the eggs." "Then I'll have to charge you $2.49 because you're ordering a la carte" the waitress warned her. "You mean I'd have to pay for not taking the eggs?" Judy asked incredulously. "YES!" stated the waitress. "Then I'll take the special" said Judy. "How would you like your eggs?" asked the waitress. "Raw and in the shell," replied Judy. She took the 2 eggs home
Dorfus Frickenbutt says hello to the Wumphlehumps
Obviously Miss Jess doesn't read her emails in all her spare time while not mopping or not sleeping!
Up early again. Should I say again? Yesterday the alarm didn't go off and I was almost late. Last night I played with the alarms while on the phone with dad and must have set them both (1 clock, his/her alarms) so it went off. Sigh. I could have slept this morning. Now do I go to yard sales or work on the quilt for work?
Speaking of work, was called on the carpet yesterday because 2 skanks got in a disagreement and everyone had separate stand up meetings. I was working with Mark (my supervisor) and did he stand up for me? Have my back? Tell Eveyln to go to hell, these menus are corporates and his? Why hell no. Plus, I have too much personality. I visit too much with the residents. She's very "professional" and doesn't understand my personality. I told her I couldn't imagine being the way she is. I'm also a failure for not being able to bake cookies in an unbalanced gas roasting oven. Pies are cut too small and the menus are lacking. Afterwards......Mark says cookies are fine, menus are fine, pie sizes are fine. Do what he says and don't worry about Evelyn. ???????? Am I in the middle of something here? So if things go to shit, I'm to have her call Mark asap (his words) and I'm sure he'll cover his ass. She doesn't bother people that have m&m's in their pockets, just us. I still like my job though. Maybe not today.
Breakthrough on the yellow car. New battery. Bigger, better, more amp and hp. Sean started it and it fried the starter!! Bless his heart. New starter arrived and he might be working on it this weekend. Not sure if he'll do that or work on the new scooter he found on craig's list. Yup, he has another project. Hopefully this one will go easier on him. Luckily, not much $ has been spent on anything lately.
Have had 3 bad days in a row. Not sleeping, work or home. Just stupid stuff. We yell a little and get past it. All marriages need a little yelling once in awhile. I tend to get overwhelmed, anxious and it escalates from there. Then I feel like I'm always in the wrong and feel like I'm 5 and always in trouble. I honestly think I'm peri menopausal. I was checked last year and it was a negative, but the nurses at work say "pre peri" doesn't show up with blood work. I've talked one into taking blood from me but yesterday was a BAD day.
Can I still carry your children if I'm peri Jess?? Did I tell you I had a dream you were preggers? I really did. Seemed so real. Stop being stressed. That's a major shutdown. HA! Me giving advice on not being stressed. That's how I live my life. Is there any other way?
Going to look through the paper and craig's list and see if there's any decent sales to go to. Still haven't made up my mind.
John, I'm not an eggplant eater and I only like squash if it's sliced and deep fried (everything is better deep fried) but I'm a big enough person to share what I don't like with the other daughter. BTW, sorry for all the "girl talk"
Will write again later!!!
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Well........
I'll have you know Miss Jessie that never in all my years have I acted childish. It has been at least two days , well maybe one since I have thrown myself on the floor, yelled and screamed until I got my own way. So farts, beltches and other stinky smells to you. So ha to you tooooo.
Now to an up date on the garden. Lots of tomatoes starting to get ripe. Squash and egg plants are looking good. Melons and cucumbers are spreading out with lots of blooms. I'll share with Tommy, Mom and Lori but Jessie..........snork......snork to you.
Lori I feel Sean's pain. I've had any number of tool throwing temper fits working on car projects. But once I've started it is hard to give up the project. Even when I know I should. See that's pretty mature don't you think?
Just finished a nice visit and dinner with uncle Joe and Aunt Maggie. And yes Jessie I did manage to get the food into my mouth and not stick it in my ear. So ha again. Going on a field trip in the morning with the aunt and uncle and will try to conduct myself in a mature manner. Not sure where we are going as mom and the aunt have planned things, I think. Jessie, Mick, Cindy's husband sent a box of service metals that belonged to father Ralph. Not sure how Mick got them, but I now have a complete set. So that is very cool. I have to write him a letter of thanks. Did not know dad had so many metals. Jessie when you are here next you'll have to see the metals and all the letters that I now have. They are a lost until now part of the family history.
Going to the steam tractor gathering in Buckley this Thursday or Friday. Home of the super duper corndog. No turkey dogs will be found here. Only good old American made in the USA breaded, dripping fat, corndogs. Jessie should I purchase you one and stick it in the mail? I'll take pictures and post them. Of the tractors not the corndogs. Art show on Saturday and Lee, Janey and Jean are coming over for dinner. Well I love you all. Time to go play in my new sand box and I'm not going to share any of my toys. Oh my no. Farcuss Wumphlehump the 3rd here and out.
Now to an up date on the garden. Lots of tomatoes starting to get ripe. Squash and egg plants are looking good. Melons and cucumbers are spreading out with lots of blooms. I'll share with Tommy, Mom and Lori but Jessie..........snork......snork to you.
Lori I feel Sean's pain. I've had any number of tool throwing temper fits working on car projects. But once I've started it is hard to give up the project. Even when I know I should. See that's pretty mature don't you think?
Just finished a nice visit and dinner with uncle Joe and Aunt Maggie. And yes Jessie I did manage to get the food into my mouth and not stick it in my ear. So ha again. Going on a field trip in the morning with the aunt and uncle and will try to conduct myself in a mature manner. Not sure where we are going as mom and the aunt have planned things, I think. Jessie, Mick, Cindy's husband sent a box of service metals that belonged to father Ralph. Not sure how Mick got them, but I now have a complete set. So that is very cool. I have to write him a letter of thanks. Did not know dad had so many metals. Jessie when you are here next you'll have to see the metals and all the letters that I now have. They are a lost until now part of the family history.
Going to the steam tractor gathering in Buckley this Thursday or Friday. Home of the super duper corndog. No turkey dogs will be found here. Only good old American made in the USA breaded, dripping fat, corndogs. Jessie should I purchase you one and stick it in the mail? I'll take pictures and post them. Of the tractors not the corndogs. Art show on Saturday and Lee, Janey and Jean are coming over for dinner. Well I love you all. Time to go play in my new sand box and I'm not going to share any of my toys. Oh my no. Farcuss Wumphlehump the 3rd here and out.
Cheesy wuffhump?
Did I get that right? Is this a term of endearment from my father? Speaking of the pap bear, is he too good to post here? Oh... look at the big hairy guy with the beard and silly jokes, he's too good to post something to his daughter and daughter-ish-in-law-ish. Bully to him then.
I actually have very little to say. I'm glad the Krotchenspargers are being replaced by Joe and Maggie, what a refreshingly cool couple of folks THEY are. Send them my love, I hope they are in good health. Here's my question about the K offspring... why is it that lesbians and child molesters can have a kid and Tom and I can't? I swear we'd be good parents! Why don't the fates give us a wee redheaded child? Bastards.
So our phones are turned off indefinitely due to the need to pay other bills involving lights and fans.... not that I USE the damn thing anyway. Lori, don't feel bad, I don't call my parents either. I HATE the thing. I really only have it so I can call SOS when the red rollerskate decided to crap out on me. I'm a bad kid... phones are an evil invention created to give us all cancer of the ear.
Well, gotta go eat and watch some more Olympics. Maybe next post I'll indulge myself and give you all my impression of the opening ceremony in which I liken this year's Olympics to the one held in Nazi Germany. Now that's something worth waiting for.
I send you all hugs and kisses, except my dad because he's too good for such childish behavior.
Cuccadupolis
I actually have very little to say. I'm glad the Krotchenspargers are being replaced by Joe and Maggie, what a refreshingly cool couple of folks THEY are. Send them my love, I hope they are in good health. Here's my question about the K offspring... why is it that lesbians and child molesters can have a kid and Tom and I can't? I swear we'd be good parents! Why don't the fates give us a wee redheaded child? Bastards.
So our phones are turned off indefinitely due to the need to pay other bills involving lights and fans.... not that I USE the damn thing anyway. Lori, don't feel bad, I don't call my parents either. I HATE the thing. I really only have it so I can call SOS when the red rollerskate decided to crap out on me. I'm a bad kid... phones are an evil invention created to give us all cancer of the ear.
Well, gotta go eat and watch some more Olympics. Maybe next post I'll indulge myself and give you all my impression of the opening ceremony in which I liken this year's Olympics to the one held in Nazi Germany. Now that's something worth waiting for.
I send you all hugs and kisses, except my dad because he's too good for such childish behavior.
Cuccadupolis
Monday, August 11, 2008
What's Happenin' with Cheesey Wafflehump
Someday, Lori! Someday YOU'll be 61, and I won't! But you'll NEVER be Cheesey Wafflehump. Can't take that one away from me.
A week ago at this time the monsters had just come out from under the bed to terrorize us for two more days. Our reward for endurance is that Uncle Joe and Aunt Maggie will be here tomorrow afternoon. Don't know how long they can stay, but it'll be fun.
Jess, do you have a photograph of that offensive visiting hound? Can't you teach the Grand dog to attack instead of kiss? Save the mop you had to use and offer Frankie the scent. At LEAST convince our beloved pooch that bowing to animals JUST because they happen to have four legs, instead of the more appropriate THREE, is simply NOT required in one's own home. No offense meant Lori. Some dogs look better on four paws.
Don't remember whether I told you Jess, but for the "money" show in Frankfort one of my two offerings will be your stained glass. It's unique and might net me something. I've put an $1800 price tag on it which jumps to over $2300 with the commission attached. NOBODY's gonna pay that much money, but the items have to be offered for sale. I'm guessing that if I could be that infamous 'fly on the wall' I'd hear some whispered "who does she think she IS?" remarks.
Got to say, in my own defense for the "call ahead" policy...it's more because I'M the problem here, not the house. Only Jess truly knows just how gross I can be when I'm working, on ANYthing! Speaking of which. John and I kind of finished the secret project today. We've got a couple of good ideas for finishing it, but those will happen next year.
Sure hope you hear from the landlord of the Craftsman Jess. Only THAT particular style could ever tempt me to take on another used home.
Speaking of "gross". You seem to have just repeated my very words, spoken last night, Jess. I actually couldn't believe I'd ever, in this entire life, suggest that a baby shouldn't make it in this world, but there's something horribly WRONG with that family and reproducing that genetic profile is one putrid idea. Fred's father, brother and son all attacked and violated children. I'm vindictive enough to wish a repeat on P and B's offspring, but Darwinian Nature appears to be working on a natural solution. Enough said. Your Dad hates this conversation.
The slot car is one varnishing away from casting. We still haven't ordered the materials, but we will. I SHOULD get about 45 more tiles made, dried and glazed for Dad's first week of school and firing. I'm thinking that just one more project outside, and the tiles will be the end of hard work around here for a while.
Lori, maybe Sean just needs a short break from no-name car. A fresh viewpoint is often the best way to go with any intense project. Tell him we applaud his determination and hard work.
Rattled on long enough. I miss you guys when I don't hear from you. John/Dad misses you every bit as much as I do. "Not blogging anymore!" he'll say. "Not until somebody blogs back!!"
Love you guys. Tons. Ma/Cheesey
A week ago at this time the monsters had just come out from under the bed to terrorize us for two more days. Our reward for endurance is that Uncle Joe and Aunt Maggie will be here tomorrow afternoon. Don't know how long they can stay, but it'll be fun.
Jess, do you have a photograph of that offensive visiting hound? Can't you teach the Grand dog to attack instead of kiss? Save the mop you had to use and offer Frankie the scent. At LEAST convince our beloved pooch that bowing to animals JUST because they happen to have four legs, instead of the more appropriate THREE, is simply NOT required in one's own home. No offense meant Lori. Some dogs look better on four paws.
Don't remember whether I told you Jess, but for the "money" show in Frankfort one of my two offerings will be your stained glass. It's unique and might net me something. I've put an $1800 price tag on it which jumps to over $2300 with the commission attached. NOBODY's gonna pay that much money, but the items have to be offered for sale. I'm guessing that if I could be that infamous 'fly on the wall' I'd hear some whispered "who does she think she IS?" remarks.
Got to say, in my own defense for the "call ahead" policy...it's more because I'M the problem here, not the house. Only Jess truly knows just how gross I can be when I'm working, on ANYthing! Speaking of which. John and I kind of finished the secret project today. We've got a couple of good ideas for finishing it, but those will happen next year.
Sure hope you hear from the landlord of the Craftsman Jess. Only THAT particular style could ever tempt me to take on another used home.
Speaking of "gross". You seem to have just repeated my very words, spoken last night, Jess. I actually couldn't believe I'd ever, in this entire life, suggest that a baby shouldn't make it in this world, but there's something horribly WRONG with that family and reproducing that genetic profile is one putrid idea. Fred's father, brother and son all attacked and violated children. I'm vindictive enough to wish a repeat on P and B's offspring, but Darwinian Nature appears to be working on a natural solution. Enough said. Your Dad hates this conversation.
The slot car is one varnishing away from casting. We still haven't ordered the materials, but we will. I SHOULD get about 45 more tiles made, dried and glazed for Dad's first week of school and firing. I'm thinking that just one more project outside, and the tiles will be the end of hard work around here for a while.
Lori, maybe Sean just needs a short break from no-name car. A fresh viewpoint is often the best way to go with any intense project. Tell him we applaud his determination and hard work.
Rattled on long enough. I miss you guys when I don't hear from you. John/Dad misses you every bit as much as I do. "Not blogging anymore!" he'll say. "Not until somebody blogs back!!"
Love you guys. Tons. Ma/Cheesey
The green thing
I don't know Dad, what's green and has wheels?? Huh? What is it??
I'm pretty much in the same place as Lori... day off, cleaning, bills, grocery store, random projects. I need to clean up the back porch cause some of my flowers have died and some just need some TLC. Gonna get them looking nice again hopefully. It's cool out, thankfully, and I'm thinking about making some soup for my Tommy, he loves soup. Ordered meds for Frankie and have an almost $200 hole in my pocket now, I'm rethinking how much I love her right now. My friend Chriss brought her dog over Saturday night and although we made it through this visit without any accidents, he has a major drooling problem and I was forced to actually MOP this morning. I'm a true housewife now.
I'm not surprised that B and P's kid is a medical mess. I don't think mother nature wanted them to procreate and she is trying to rebalance things now. Gross.
I'm so excited that things are coming along well artistically for you ma! Keep plugging away and someday maybe you and dad will be a force in the slot car world as well as you being a highly regarded mixed media type of player. Someday I'll be brave enough to take the summer off of work to put some energy into making things to sell. It has often crossed my mind that I should just take three months to see what I could create and get it out there. Alas, the great checking account cog keeps me from doing it. Maybe if my damn dog didn't cost so much.....
Tom and I looked at a couple of houses to rent yesterday. One which we couldn't get a hold of the landlord is in downtown South Lyon and is, wait for it, an arts and crafts bungalow. It's GORGEOUS. And huge, with a cement floor basement useful for slot cars and pottery wheels. I'm not going to get my hopes up, it's in a great location and a relatively great price. The fact that the guy didn't call us back makes me think it's probably no longer available. Three bedrooms, two baths, central air, living room with built-ins and a gorgeous dining room. Kitchen looked amazing, what we could see of it, and it has a wee little fenced in yard. Porch swing. Hardwood floors. Enough said. The others weren't much to talk about.... high priced and too small. We'll find something, hopefully before the propane monster gets us.
Well, I gotta go to school and drop another $80 on my parking pass and god knows how much on books. I also need to figure out where one of my classes is... it's in a building I've never even heard of. Ah school, summer goes so fast. Maybe I'll take my overpriced dog with me.
I love you all and shall talk to you soon! Jessicups
I'm pretty much in the same place as Lori... day off, cleaning, bills, grocery store, random projects. I need to clean up the back porch cause some of my flowers have died and some just need some TLC. Gonna get them looking nice again hopefully. It's cool out, thankfully, and I'm thinking about making some soup for my Tommy, he loves soup. Ordered meds for Frankie and have an almost $200 hole in my pocket now, I'm rethinking how much I love her right now. My friend Chriss brought her dog over Saturday night and although we made it through this visit without any accidents, he has a major drooling problem and I was forced to actually MOP this morning. I'm a true housewife now.
I'm not surprised that B and P's kid is a medical mess. I don't think mother nature wanted them to procreate and she is trying to rebalance things now. Gross.
I'm so excited that things are coming along well artistically for you ma! Keep plugging away and someday maybe you and dad will be a force in the slot car world as well as you being a highly regarded mixed media type of player. Someday I'll be brave enough to take the summer off of work to put some energy into making things to sell. It has often crossed my mind that I should just take three months to see what I could create and get it out there. Alas, the great checking account cog keeps me from doing it. Maybe if my damn dog didn't cost so much.....
Tom and I looked at a couple of houses to rent yesterday. One which we couldn't get a hold of the landlord is in downtown South Lyon and is, wait for it, an arts and crafts bungalow. It's GORGEOUS. And huge, with a cement floor basement useful for slot cars and pottery wheels. I'm not going to get my hopes up, it's in a great location and a relatively great price. The fact that the guy didn't call us back makes me think it's probably no longer available. Three bedrooms, two baths, central air, living room with built-ins and a gorgeous dining room. Kitchen looked amazing, what we could see of it, and it has a wee little fenced in yard. Porch swing. Hardwood floors. Enough said. The others weren't much to talk about.... high priced and too small. We'll find something, hopefully before the propane monster gets us.
Well, I gotta go to school and drop another $80 on my parking pass and god knows how much on books. I also need to figure out where one of my classes is... it's in a building I've never even heard of. Ah school, summer goes so fast. Maybe I'll take my overpriced dog with me.
I love you all and shall talk to you soon! Jessicups
Bad Joke of the Day!
What's green and has wheels???
Grass, I was just kidding about the wheels.
Heeeee heeeee heeee heeeee!
Greetings one and all!!
Sorry I have been out of touch. Worked some weird hours last week and it takes awhile for the now weary bones to realize I'm not 20 anymore and can't just jump up and do anymore. I'm not anywhere close to 61 at least!
Am off today and tomorrow, so it's catch up time. Laundry on line, bills paid, house relatively picked up. As for the drop in guests vs. the invited...anyone's welcome anytime. If you stop in unannounced, be prepared for dishes in the sink (if Sean made it that far with his), overflowing ashtrays, the occasional piece of clothing left where it was taken off. If you're fine with it, sit and visit. If you're not, either leave or clean. That said, my house is done and I'm fine with it.
Sean is still working on the yet unnamed car. She had quite a few over the weekend as he tried to take the starter out to clean it and she tried to squish him like a bug, but they are by all means not well spoken in mixed company. Starter is out, cleaned and back in. Today he buys a battery. After that, I have no idea. I tell him we can sell it for scrap, we don't have that much money in it, lots of blood and tears equity (his) but could get our money back if he doesn't think it'll move forward with what he's done so far. I hate hearing the frustration in his voice and I can't do anything about it. I think he would see it as admitting defeat and that he failed and yet another project that he didn't complete. He's too hard on himself. Even if you don't complete something, yet you tried, is good. Do you not agree? So I don't know where the car stands as of right now other than parked downstairs. I am so proud of everything he's done so far.
Speaking of being proud, love the slot car! I am amazed and love all the wonderful things people said about it. I definitely want to see pictures when it's complete.
Nothing much going on here. I'm making some quilt blocks for a fair we're having at work. The idea is for people to make a donation and they can sign the block in memory of to raise money for Alzheimer's. Only have a limited amount of time and tonight we're going picnicking with some people Sean does a lot of work for at Look Rock (where we went when you were here Jess) so I best get to ironing and cutting fabric and hopefully I'll get my blocks sewn tomorrow. It's a super easy design so it should be no problem.
Love to all, will write again soon!
Thursday, August 7, 2008
Cousin
Hey Jess, I'm pretty sure I told you that Brenda the Perfect gave birth March 14 to your cousin Samuel Paul. He was two weeks early which the entire K-conspiracy calls "premature"...any OBGYN calls it the two week window.
The "child" was 20 1/2" and 5#9oz. He's 5 months old and weighs less than 10#. No pictures were offered while we endured the "visit." They said there were pix but they forgot to bring them.
Paul's nearly 48 and Brenda's ten years younger. Thirty years ago a child like this would be declared a "failure to thrive" and most likely there would be a medical reason for the problem. Of course, your "grandfather" doesn't have much to say...as you pointed out, it's his first. Ferd and Kirk mention, of course, that cereal and food isn't recommended until the kid is six months old. Gosh, Jess, you didn't get either of those items until the day you turned six months old. And you know THAT story! You certainly weren't overweight (thin, even) but probably 15 pounds heavier than THIS kid, and that was on formula, just like the kid has been fed. He's only one week away from being six months old. Obviously there's something not right about the K bloodline.
Only here tonight because I didn't address your questions about the kid. Paul's been unemployed for 15 months. Brenda's working at something, I don't know what. Do'ya think maybe Ferd's eggs have been planted in the wrong baskets? Well, he certainly sucked as much life as he was able out of your Dad's baby eggs. Feeling more and more confident about kharma. If you could see him with Kirk you'd feel some real vindication. There seems to be a price tag on marrying for money.
Dad's in the tub downstairs. Signing off so that I'll be available for conversation when he emerges. Loads of love.
WHERE'S LORI?????
Miss you Lorinda! Ma
The "child" was 20 1/2" and 5#9oz. He's 5 months old and weighs less than 10#. No pictures were offered while we endured the "visit." They said there were pix but they forgot to bring them.
Paul's nearly 48 and Brenda's ten years younger. Thirty years ago a child like this would be declared a "failure to thrive" and most likely there would be a medical reason for the problem. Of course, your "grandfather" doesn't have much to say...as you pointed out, it's his first. Ferd and Kirk mention, of course, that cereal and food isn't recommended until the kid is six months old. Gosh, Jess, you didn't get either of those items until the day you turned six months old. And you know THAT story! You certainly weren't overweight (thin, even) but probably 15 pounds heavier than THIS kid, and that was on formula, just like the kid has been fed. He's only one week away from being six months old. Obviously there's something not right about the K bloodline.
Only here tonight because I didn't address your questions about the kid. Paul's been unemployed for 15 months. Brenda's working at something, I don't know what. Do'ya think maybe Ferd's eggs have been planted in the wrong baskets? Well, he certainly sucked as much life as he was able out of your Dad's baby eggs. Feeling more and more confident about kharma. If you could see him with Kirk you'd feel some real vindication. There seems to be a price tag on marrying for money.
Dad's in the tub downstairs. Signing off so that I'll be available for conversation when he emerges. Loads of love.
WHERE'S LORI?????
Miss you Lorinda! Ma
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
Even more good news
Dad just left to get the remaining four or five windows. There are over 40 windows here...enough to build our greenhouse. This is so exciting. Great things don't happen to us, EVER! The windows were FREEEEE!
And guess what else? I'm entering the fourth juried art exhibit/competition through the Crystal Lake Art Center in Frankfort. First prize is $1,000, second is $500 and there are other assorted awards totaling another $500. Even 'tho the competition is open to Antrim, Benzie, Grand Traverse, Kalkaska, Leelanau and Manistee counties, I have a good feeling about doing this. Gonna go ask Susie Vigland which of the new pieces she recommends entering. I can enter two pieces.
Jess and Tommy, if you could get here on Friday night (that would be someone's 61st birthday...YIKES!) I would be the happiest camper in all of the North country.
I'll see if Dad can scan our flyer and send it to you. He's my photo guru (and pretty successful best friend too). The last two nights when we were finally alone, with our cigarettes and peace we'd whisper to eachother, questioning how well we each thought we'd pulled that day off. We did damned well, considering I'd rather have hosted George W. than the guests we had.
Congrats on the hair kid. I found someone good AND cheap four miles from home. Time to go see her again.
Got to go measure the windows and see how many of which size we have. The graph paper is already out.
Love, love and more of the same, Ma
And guess what else? I'm entering the fourth juried art exhibit/competition through the Crystal Lake Art Center in Frankfort. First prize is $1,000, second is $500 and there are other assorted awards totaling another $500. Even 'tho the competition is open to Antrim, Benzie, Grand Traverse, Kalkaska, Leelanau and Manistee counties, I have a good feeling about doing this. Gonna go ask Susie Vigland which of the new pieces she recommends entering. I can enter two pieces.
Jess and Tommy, if you could get here on Friday night (that would be someone's 61st birthday...YIKES!) I would be the happiest camper in all of the North country.
I'll see if Dad can scan our flyer and send it to you. He's my photo guru (and pretty successful best friend too). The last two nights when we were finally alone, with our cigarettes and peace we'd whisper to eachother, questioning how well we each thought we'd pulled that day off. We did damned well, considering I'd rather have hosted George W. than the guests we had.
Congrats on the hair kid. I found someone good AND cheap four miles from home. Time to go see her again.
Got to go measure the windows and see how many of which size we have. The graph paper is already out.
Love, love and more of the same, Ma
Ah, freedom
So glad to hear you guys made it. Maybe you can motor on down to Florida some day and see them? How's the new grand kid. Oh, sorry THE grand kid. Is it born yet? Did you see pictures? How very exciting.
If you send me a flyer or two, I'll post them at work. Not sure if anyone's looking, but surprisingly enough, I work with a few guys who hunt AND have money as well as a ton of people who love the good old up north atmosphere. It's worth trying anyway! Plus, I'd love to see them!
I'm pretty sure I'll get Sept. 20th off, so Tom and I could head up on Friday night after work and probably spend the last few nanoseconds of your actual birthday with you. Possibly we could arrange a second celebration on Saturday when the sun is out? Have to head home on Sunday afternoon-ish, but at least we'd get a couple of days in together. As for your gift.... you may be pleasantly surprised mother of mine... just you wait! Let me know if that weekend would work... umm, actually it may have to as it's a bit like pulling teeth to get time off anymore... we have never been this understaffed or this busy in the eight years I've been there. Bush has no idea what this economy is doing to people and their pets. Or our delightful governor, who needs a swift kick in the ass. Can I say that in a public forum without ending up on some FBI most wanted list?
I have nothing more to add.... life is boring and predictable here in gold old South Lyon. One thing of note... I woke up this morning and could simply no longer deal with the fuzz growing out of my head and got it cut at Scappare in town. Why have I driven past that place so many times in my life and not once considered getting my hair cut there? It was affordable and the girl who cut my hair was neither frightened or put off by my crazy hair! And... will wonders never cease... she felt no need to rake a flat iron to it! Yay! Cheers to hairdressers everywhere who let people with curly hair walk out of their salon with curly hair!
Love to all of those people out there! JEss
If you send me a flyer or two, I'll post them at work. Not sure if anyone's looking, but surprisingly enough, I work with a few guys who hunt AND have money as well as a ton of people who love the good old up north atmosphere. It's worth trying anyway! Plus, I'd love to see them!
I'm pretty sure I'll get Sept. 20th off, so Tom and I could head up on Friday night after work and probably spend the last few nanoseconds of your actual birthday with you. Possibly we could arrange a second celebration on Saturday when the sun is out? Have to head home on Sunday afternoon-ish, but at least we'd get a couple of days in together. As for your gift.... you may be pleasantly surprised mother of mine... just you wait! Let me know if that weekend would work... umm, actually it may have to as it's a bit like pulling teeth to get time off anymore... we have never been this understaffed or this busy in the eight years I've been there. Bush has no idea what this economy is doing to people and their pets. Or our delightful governor, who needs a swift kick in the ass. Can I say that in a public forum without ending up on some FBI most wanted list?
I have nothing more to add.... life is boring and predictable here in gold old South Lyon. One thing of note... I woke up this morning and could simply no longer deal with the fuzz growing out of my head and got it cut at Scappare in town. Why have I driven past that place so many times in my life and not once considered getting my hair cut there? It was affordable and the girl who cut my hair was neither frightened or put off by my crazy hair! And... will wonders never cease... she felt no need to rake a flat iron to it! Yay! Cheers to hairdressers everywhere who let people with curly hair walk out of their salon with curly hair!
Love to all of those people out there! JEss
WE SURVIVED!!!!
It's Wednesday and we MADE it!! Don't think that'll have to happen again. Other than rumblings about us going THERE, all we have to do now is remain creative in the excuse department. Real life begins again.
As for the property, Jess. Dad and I made a flier that's pretty terrific, filled with photos of little house and land. Find some close friend with $59,000 and it's theirs...one helluva lot less than one of those monster motor homes (about $40,000 less). Dad left for little house about 20 minutes ago to cut the grass again. He has a downed tree to cut up and I have the red pine debris pile from hell to burn, but otherwise (oh yeah. The bathroom ceiling too) we're in good shape for when the place goes back on the market for the fourth year next spring.
We've got our project out front to work on next week and more crabgrass to dig so I can plant the perennials ASAP to establish their roots before frost. All things considered we're feeling much better about life in general. There's that pesky problem of school starting very soon, but I'm busy lining up ways to create potential income during the dark, gloomy winter. We'll make it just fine.
Got to get offline 'cause Sharon McKinley is taking me into town to pick up umpteen ancient wood-framed windows from a local guy remodeling his house. Don't know just what we'll do with them but we really jumped on it when they were offered to us.
More later. Love all of you tons. Ma
As for the property, Jess. Dad and I made a flier that's pretty terrific, filled with photos of little house and land. Find some close friend with $59,000 and it's theirs...one helluva lot less than one of those monster motor homes (about $40,000 less). Dad left for little house about 20 minutes ago to cut the grass again. He has a downed tree to cut up and I have the red pine debris pile from hell to burn, but otherwise (oh yeah. The bathroom ceiling too) we're in good shape for when the place goes back on the market for the fourth year next spring.
We've got our project out front to work on next week and more crabgrass to dig so I can plant the perennials ASAP to establish their roots before frost. All things considered we're feeling much better about life in general. There's that pesky problem of school starting very soon, but I'm busy lining up ways to create potential income during the dark, gloomy winter. We'll make it just fine.
Got to get offline 'cause Sharon McKinley is taking me into town to pick up umpteen ancient wood-framed windows from a local guy remodeling his house. Don't know just what we'll do with them but we really jumped on it when they were offered to us.
More later. Love all of you tons. Ma
Monday, August 4, 2008
A wish for strength
Helloooo all. To may parents, I wish you strength in this time of trouble. May your visit with FERD go quickly and painlessly. I was just explaining Fred to Tommy the other night and we were discussing how much I hope I never have to see him again. Lucky for me, I'm pretty sure he feels the same way. Well, he would have to dig back into the inner workings of his mind to first remember that he had a granddaughter once upon a time to remember that he hasn't seen her in over ten years. Anyway, I hope it goes smoothly and swiftly.
Dad, very cute posting the pictures of the turkeys. I love to eat them in the form of dogs and tacos. I love to eat them in the form of bologna and sausages. They are ugly, horrible little beasts and I will eat them as long as Jenny O continues to turn them into beef alternatives. Thank you very much, gobbler man.
All vehicles have been removed from lawn and Tom made a sweep of the area to pick up any remnants. If it weren't for the lawn job we would have no evidence of the night's excitement. Even that's not so bad. The damage to Randy's fence is also completely unnoticeable unless you had seen the car smooshed up next to it. I'll get more details at work tomorrow as one of the paramedics was a guy I work with. He works all night as an EMT and then goes to the shelter for more abuse... now there's a brave, hard working individual. Also has some anger problems but we can forgive him that if we must.
I think it's going to rain today. Yay! The grass is dead, my plants are barely hanging on and it's about two hundred degrees out. But the sky is dark and it smells like a storm is brewing so I've got my fingers crossed and would welcome it with open arms even if the power goes out.
Love to everyone out there in cyber space. I hope everyone is enjoying the summer before it goes away. By the way, Little House looks great! I wish Tom and I had the money to buy it, even if to keep it as our own private get away. Belongs in the Shellhaas family, ya know? Ma, you'd be proud of me. I gave myself a haircut and it's mostly straight. Go team!
Love y'all! Jess
Dad, very cute posting the pictures of the turkeys. I love to eat them in the form of dogs and tacos. I love to eat them in the form of bologna and sausages. They are ugly, horrible little beasts and I will eat them as long as Jenny O continues to turn them into beef alternatives. Thank you very much, gobbler man.
All vehicles have been removed from lawn and Tom made a sweep of the area to pick up any remnants. If it weren't for the lawn job we would have no evidence of the night's excitement. Even that's not so bad. The damage to Randy's fence is also completely unnoticeable unless you had seen the car smooshed up next to it. I'll get more details at work tomorrow as one of the paramedics was a guy I work with. He works all night as an EMT and then goes to the shelter for more abuse... now there's a brave, hard working individual. Also has some anger problems but we can forgive him that if we must.
I think it's going to rain today. Yay! The grass is dead, my plants are barely hanging on and it's about two hundred degrees out. But the sky is dark and it smells like a storm is brewing so I've got my fingers crossed and would welcome it with open arms even if the power goes out.
Love to everyone out there in cyber space. I hope everyone is enjoying the summer before it goes away. By the way, Little House looks great! I wish Tom and I had the money to buy it, even if to keep it as our own private get away. Belongs in the Shellhaas family, ya know? Ma, you'd be proud of me. I gave myself a haircut and it's mostly straight. Go team!
Love y'all! Jess
Sunday, August 3, 2008
Attack at the Farmhouse?!!!!
You'll never know how pleased I am to know that such a far-reaching visit by local officials at that corner had NOTHING to do with Lon's decrepit lodgings. Some day that's gonna be a valuable piece of property...long after you've moved and the ground has been hallowed following razing.
Did you ever notice how many hideous car accidents involving ripped drivers find the cars destroyed and the culprits simply foggy? I'm shocked but relieved that the wreckage on the property was only mechanical. And you guys DEFINITELY sleep soundly! Another benefit my Grand dog offers by her presence.
Just got the brownies out of the oven and the steaks in the frig. Great salad fixin's await along with other treats. Every huge appliance we own is in action right now. By noon Fred and Kirk will be here until Wednesday morning. We can do this. At least I can smoke a cigarette on our trip into Elberta Tuesday to vote. Maybe a whole pack. The lines might be long.
Stopped and visited with Bob and Karen this afternoon on our way to the grocery store. They prefer to invite guests rather than have them drop in and I'm pretty much the same way. Best foot forward sort of thing. They're just up the road and we had some books to retrieve that we'd wanted to show Fred.
The weekend of the 15th through the 19th will be fun. We've got lots of visiting to do. We're meeting Juana and her old friend Doug at the Buckley Small Engine Show that Juana and Jim always went to. It's also her birthday, 'tho she, of course, didn't mention that part. They'll come over here a second day for food and visiting. Also got the Frankfort Art Show and time with Lee, Janey, Jean and Jean's Grandson. Doesn't get any better than company!
Well, got to go see if the rugs I've waited a year to wash are finally dry. I even cleaned a year's worth of Tigger fur off the blanket on the futon in the living room. This is as close to anal cleaning as I'm getting.
Lots of love. Blog your support! Ma
Did you ever notice how many hideous car accidents involving ripped drivers find the cars destroyed and the culprits simply foggy? I'm shocked but relieved that the wreckage on the property was only mechanical. And you guys DEFINITELY sleep soundly! Another benefit my Grand dog offers by her presence.
Just got the brownies out of the oven and the steaks in the frig. Great salad fixin's await along with other treats. Every huge appliance we own is in action right now. By noon Fred and Kirk will be here until Wednesday morning. We can do this. At least I can smoke a cigarette on our trip into Elberta Tuesday to vote. Maybe a whole pack. The lines might be long.
Stopped and visited with Bob and Karen this afternoon on our way to the grocery store. They prefer to invite guests rather than have them drop in and I'm pretty much the same way. Best foot forward sort of thing. They're just up the road and we had some books to retrieve that we'd wanted to show Fred.
The weekend of the 15th through the 19th will be fun. We've got lots of visiting to do. We're meeting Juana and her old friend Doug at the Buckley Small Engine Show that Juana and Jim always went to. It's also her birthday, 'tho she, of course, didn't mention that part. They'll come over here a second day for food and visiting. Also got the Frankfort Art Show and time with Lee, Janey, Jean and Jean's Grandson. Doesn't get any better than company!
Well, got to go see if the rugs I've waited a year to wash are finally dry. I even cleaned a year's worth of Tigger fur off the blanket on the futon in the living room. This is as close to anal cleaning as I'm getting.
Lots of love. Blog your support! Ma
Turkey Trotts
Greetings, Well here is what they look like before they become dogs. See link below. Yummy! These homeboys and girls have been visiting the feeders all summer. They were a crew of four traveling together. But one has been missing for the past two weeks. Turkey Dog, Turkey Dog.....Bark Bark!
http://s284.photobucket.com/albums/ll10/joshellha/
Jessie I would be more than happy to bring our copy of the Stand down state and you can cheese it up all you want.
Well I hope the car is removed from the berm and all the unwanted guests have departed.
The Drumstick Boy
http://s284.photobucket.com/albums/ll10/joshellha/
Jessie I would be more than happy to bring our copy of the Stand down state and you can cheese it up all you want.
Well I hope the car is removed from the berm and all the unwanted guests have departed.
The Drumstick Boy
Attack on the Farmhouse
So it's 5:oo in the morning and about an hour ago Tom and I were awoken by the smell of something burning and what sounded like someone hitting the berm. We peeked out Dad's window because we could see two cars at the fence (on the side of the house) and thought someone had gotten stuck in the ditch. Then I looked out the other window and saw a car at the berm.
Tom went out to investigate and discovered that the car at the berm had literally smashed into the car at the side of the house. Berm kid was coming down Five Mile and t boned the car coming down Pontiac trail. The airbag had deployed (hence the burning smell) and the driver was seriously messed up. The passenger broke the windshield with his melon. The third car in our driveway was our neighbor who had seen it happen. Berm kid is relatively unharmed but his car is destroyed.
Currently, all three car people have been removed to the hospital and there are about fifteen cars in the driveway, on the street and down five mile.... cops, ambulance, fire, wreckers..... there is debris (including a wheel torn right from the axle in the ditch) from five mile all the way to Randy's, the dude next door. The fire trucks have these gloriously bright lights on and there are men wandering all over our yard.
Turns out, berm kid was drinking and playing foolish young boy games turning lights on and off and driving way too fast. Other car guy also was driving way too fast. All three dudes should be ok according to nice police man who talked to Tom. A wrecker is pulling the Camero out of Randy's fence... this must be payback for the time his daughter hit someone and took out the neighbor's fence. The berm dude's car is still in it's final resting place, hopefully to be removed soon so I can have some peace and quiet. Tom has gone to work and I'm here all by myself; well if you ignore the twenty or so people wandering around the property.
How does it all end? My house smells like diesel fuel and Tom and I learned a very important lesson.... we sleep way too hard.... didn't see a thing.
If only dogs could talk, cause it was her whimpering that actually woke me up.
A good day to you all.... I hope it is as exciting as mine promises to be.
Tom went out to investigate and discovered that the car at the berm had literally smashed into the car at the side of the house. Berm kid was coming down Five Mile and t boned the car coming down Pontiac trail. The airbag had deployed (hence the burning smell) and the driver was seriously messed up. The passenger broke the windshield with his melon. The third car in our driveway was our neighbor who had seen it happen. Berm kid is relatively unharmed but his car is destroyed.
Currently, all three car people have been removed to the hospital and there are about fifteen cars in the driveway, on the street and down five mile.... cops, ambulance, fire, wreckers..... there is debris (including a wheel torn right from the axle in the ditch) from five mile all the way to Randy's, the dude next door. The fire trucks have these gloriously bright lights on and there are men wandering all over our yard.
Turns out, berm kid was drinking and playing foolish young boy games turning lights on and off and driving way too fast. Other car guy also was driving way too fast. All three dudes should be ok according to nice police man who talked to Tom. A wrecker is pulling the Camero out of Randy's fence... this must be payback for the time his daughter hit someone and took out the neighbor's fence. The berm dude's car is still in it's final resting place, hopefully to be removed soon so I can have some peace and quiet. Tom has gone to work and I'm here all by myself; well if you ignore the twenty or so people wandering around the property.
How does it all end? My house smells like diesel fuel and Tom and I learned a very important lesson.... we sleep way too hard.... didn't see a thing.
If only dogs could talk, cause it was her whimpering that actually woke me up.
A good day to you all.... I hope it is as exciting as mine promises to be.
Friday, August 1, 2008
Welcome again, daughter of mine!
We spent the day in TC and little car has a new set of shoes. I had VIRTUALLY no idea Dad was running on total slicks. He said he wanted a 'timing belt'. Expensive and necessary but still 5,000 miles away. If I'd had ANY idea he was driving here last winter with no tread whatsoever I wouldn't have given him enough 'allowance' to even make the trip. I worry enough about his safety. Guess it's better to see the potential trouble as hindsight. Dad is a dummy. You have him more of each nine months than I do, so start kicking him in the butt, OK? Honestly, the rubber was completely flush on the rear tires. Horrifying.
As for our slot car project, we're having fun and plan to make car bodies for sale. Zoom-Zoom is a cutie, isn't he? We still have to order our rubber mold and resin materials, but Dad is going to ask somewhere between $29-39 per body. Contributing to ANY project important to your Dad is overdue by decades. Our second car is already cut out as a block and ready to start carving. I'll start the next one when Dad has to leave.
Hey baby sportswoman! Not a bad record for a one-eyed girl! I can get away with that because I'm not allowed any other allusion to the problem! I've told you so many times, you enjoy sports as much as I did, when I could move! Your Dad finally "suggested" it was time to see the doctor about my problem. He's been wonderfully NOT aggressive about my reluctance. I truly need some help here. This summer has seen the problem worsen badly. When you and I sent to the Mall I realized I was in serious trouble. I was actually afraid I wouldn't be able to drive back up here my right leg was so dysfunctional.
OK. Birthday. Can you find a pair of sweat pants with a high, elastic waist and long legs in a small, navy blue? Trust me. It'll take at LEAST the three remaining weeks before school starts to find such an animal. Either the legs have elastic at the ankles, the waist is too low or the waist has only a draw string. Or they turn into floods after the first wearing. Then they turn into bermuda shorts after the first washing.
MOSQUITOES: Here's the recipe I've had for years, and I bought the detergent which I'll send down with Dad ('cause it takes so little and I've got SO much). Put some water in a white dinner plate and add a couple drops of Lemon Fresh Joy dish detergent. Set the dish on your porch, patio, or other outdoor area. Not sure what attracts them, the lemon smell, the white plate color, or what, but mosquitoes flock to it, and drop dead shortly after drinking the Lemon Fresh Joh/water mixture, and usually within about 10 feet of the plate. Try it, it works great.
Can't WAIT to see you Jess. I feel so much better just after your blog last night that I actually slept through the night for the first time in weeks. Dad and I have had a particularly difficult time this summer. He could still use a really good sleep.
Love to all of you. ALWAYS. Ma
As for our slot car project, we're having fun and plan to make car bodies for sale. Zoom-Zoom is a cutie, isn't he? We still have to order our rubber mold and resin materials, but Dad is going to ask somewhere between $29-39 per body. Contributing to ANY project important to your Dad is overdue by decades. Our second car is already cut out as a block and ready to start carving. I'll start the next one when Dad has to leave.
Hey baby sportswoman! Not a bad record for a one-eyed girl! I can get away with that because I'm not allowed any other allusion to the problem! I've told you so many times, you enjoy sports as much as I did, when I could move! Your Dad finally "suggested" it was time to see the doctor about my problem. He's been wonderfully NOT aggressive about my reluctance. I truly need some help here. This summer has seen the problem worsen badly. When you and I sent to the Mall I realized I was in serious trouble. I was actually afraid I wouldn't be able to drive back up here my right leg was so dysfunctional.
OK. Birthday. Can you find a pair of sweat pants with a high, elastic waist and long legs in a small, navy blue? Trust me. It'll take at LEAST the three remaining weeks before school starts to find such an animal. Either the legs have elastic at the ankles, the waist is too low or the waist has only a draw string. Or they turn into floods after the first wearing. Then they turn into bermuda shorts after the first washing.
MOSQUITOES: Here's the recipe I've had for years, and I bought the detergent which I'll send down with Dad ('cause it takes so little and I've got SO much). Put some water in a white dinner plate and add a couple drops of Lemon Fresh Joy dish detergent. Set the dish on your porch, patio, or other outdoor area. Not sure what attracts them, the lemon smell, the white plate color, or what, but mosquitoes flock to it, and drop dead shortly after drinking the Lemon Fresh Joh/water mixture, and usually within about 10 feet of the plate. Try it, it works great.
Can't WAIT to see you Jess. I feel so much better just after your blog last night that I actually slept through the night for the first time in weeks. Dad and I have had a particularly difficult time this summer. He could still use a really good sleep.
Love to all of you. ALWAYS. Ma
Cool car!
Mom, you should be so proud of that little block of wood! You truly can make something out of nothing.... isn't that one of the definitions of an artist? Dad, what's the next step? Your buddies in the forum seem quite impressed by your new car! Go team!
Hey... so the softball team made it into the playoffs! We rock! The first playoff game was a scratch... the other team didn't have enough players. The second game we lost. Nonetheless, we ended the season with six legitimate wins, one fake win and seven losses. Two of those games were played with the bare minimum of players, we won one of those and lost the other. You would all be so proud of my stats if I knew them. I scored some runs, caught some balls and caught one pop up before it broke my nose. I think I hit a double once. Next year I'm joining the local kick ball league, where I only have to kick something to be able to run. It's a league that my friend Chelsea plays on... can't wait for the fun to begin. Julie's talking about a Thursday night basketball league but I'm pretty sure I'd have to quit smoking for that one. I'm not sure either of us are in good enough shape to handle it so we may just take the next two seasons of sports off and continue with our excessive lifestyles of smoking and eating cheese.
Aside from actually seeing your daughter on your birthday, what would you like, ma? I'm working on arranging the seeing part but would like to have something to wrap and put a bow on as well. They don't make gift bags big enough for Sasquatch, plus I think they're a choking/ suffocating hazard, so what would you like?
Nothing much going on here. A lot of sweating and cursing global warming. Also gas prices. And the unemployment rate in Michigan. Oh, and my eyeball hurts. Did I mention my hatred of mosquitoes? Can't leave the house after seven o'clock. I just tried watering my plants and have about a dozen new itchy spots to thank me for my efforts. Eh, I'll try again after work tomorrow. It'll only be about six o'clock, a whole hour before they come out en mass. How are the skeeters in Tennessee/ Frankfort? Let's start a support group for victims of mass skeeter attack.
That's it. A whole lot of nothing. Keep growing those vegetables and whatnot. School starts in t minus three weeks. Joy.
Hey... so the softball team made it into the playoffs! We rock! The first playoff game was a scratch... the other team didn't have enough players. The second game we lost. Nonetheless, we ended the season with six legitimate wins, one fake win and seven losses. Two of those games were played with the bare minimum of players, we won one of those and lost the other. You would all be so proud of my stats if I knew them. I scored some runs, caught some balls and caught one pop up before it broke my nose. I think I hit a double once. Next year I'm joining the local kick ball league, where I only have to kick something to be able to run. It's a league that my friend Chelsea plays on... can't wait for the fun to begin. Julie's talking about a Thursday night basketball league but I'm pretty sure I'd have to quit smoking for that one. I'm not sure either of us are in good enough shape to handle it so we may just take the next two seasons of sports off and continue with our excessive lifestyles of smoking and eating cheese.
Aside from actually seeing your daughter on your birthday, what would you like, ma? I'm working on arranging the seeing part but would like to have something to wrap and put a bow on as well. They don't make gift bags big enough for Sasquatch, plus I think they're a choking/ suffocating hazard, so what would you like?
Nothing much going on here. A lot of sweating and cursing global warming. Also gas prices. And the unemployment rate in Michigan. Oh, and my eyeball hurts. Did I mention my hatred of mosquitoes? Can't leave the house after seven o'clock. I just tried watering my plants and have about a dozen new itchy spots to thank me for my efforts. Eh, I'll try again after work tomorrow. It'll only be about six o'clock, a whole hour before they come out en mass. How are the skeeters in Tennessee/ Frankfort? Let's start a support group for victims of mass skeeter attack.
That's it. A whole lot of nothing. Keep growing those vegetables and whatnot. School starts in t minus three weeks. Joy.
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