I am mad about the tornadoes. I have no idea with whom a complaint can be lodged. I'm thinking that nobody who has control cares what my complaint may be. Let it be a challenge to us. Bull.
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Tuesday, May 21, 2013
Friday, May 17, 2013
Bug Killer
When I first built this house, it was clean and neat. Then time started taking a toll and the spiders moved in - along with little bitty scorpions - snakes - and misc. creatures from the Black Lagoon. After a year plus a dab, we called this company in Corsicana to spray our house for varmits. These two "past" middle age brothers show up. One sprayed the inside of the house carrying a pump-up sprayer. The other one was outside with a 200 or more foot house attached to a tank on the back of their truck.
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The guy inside is a talker, and I learned some things from him. The outside guy talked less but still was full of information. They sprayed in and outside the house plus the newly built outside wall and the dock. Then came the invoice. It was over $500. I can tell you that it does not take many $500 invoices for a feller to start looking for an alternative. And we did.
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fyi: you have to be careful what is put on any surface that might bleed off into the lake. Fish apparently look for poison to swim through, so, when caught, they can poison the whole human race. You might think of it as a radical Muslim kook who drinks poison in hopes you will want to consume him after death. What would he care, he'd be in Valhalla mixing it up with the chicks.
[ an aside thought here -- if those good ole boys in Iraq get a hold on this bluggy blug - they might be able to use it to attack another American embassy. ]
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I found this green container at Home Depot that says it is safe for fish. It squirts out a water hose connection and seems to slow down the spiders somewhat. I have discovered that Wasp and their cousins like spiders. They will put a spider inside the egg container...so the little wasp will have breakfast when he matures. So, where there are spiders, we have the Wasp Clan. A Hatfield-McCoy type of deal.
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Finally at one of the local farm & ranch stores we bought stuff called Tempo. I gots da widdle pump spwayer, mix up a couple of gallons of Tempo - I sprayed the outside of the house let's say over a month ago plus some - There still are no spiders hanging around. Yes, the wasps are still here...hoping and praying for a ittl biti spider to come down the water spout. Hope is eternal.
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I put a couple of those bug bombs in the attic. Later I found piles of dead tiny bugs near the bomb. It makes me think the bombs work.
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Thus endeth a buggy bluggy blug entry. It is rest time now.
m
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The guy inside is a talker, and I learned some things from him. The outside guy talked less but still was full of information. They sprayed in and outside the house plus the newly built outside wall and the dock. Then came the invoice. It was over $500. I can tell you that it does not take many $500 invoices for a feller to start looking for an alternative. And we did.
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fyi: you have to be careful what is put on any surface that might bleed off into the lake. Fish apparently look for poison to swim through, so, when caught, they can poison the whole human race. You might think of it as a radical Muslim kook who drinks poison in hopes you will want to consume him after death. What would he care, he'd be in Valhalla mixing it up with the chicks.
[ an aside thought here -- if those good ole boys in Iraq get a hold on this bluggy blug - they might be able to use it to attack another American embassy. ]
.
I found this green container at Home Depot that says it is safe for fish. It squirts out a water hose connection and seems to slow down the spiders somewhat. I have discovered that Wasp and their cousins like spiders. They will put a spider inside the egg container...so the little wasp will have breakfast when he matures. So, where there are spiders, we have the Wasp Clan. A Hatfield-McCoy type of deal.
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Finally at one of the local farm & ranch stores we bought stuff called Tempo. I gots da widdle pump spwayer, mix up a couple of gallons of Tempo - I sprayed the outside of the house let's say over a month ago plus some - There still are no spiders hanging around. Yes, the wasps are still here...hoping and praying for a ittl biti spider to come down the water spout. Hope is eternal.
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I put a couple of those bug bombs in the attic. Later I found piles of dead tiny bugs near the bomb. It makes me think the bombs work.
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Thus endeth a buggy bluggy blug entry. It is rest time now.
m
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Wednesday, May 15, 2013
Blog statistics
Look at this. I went to an area of this blog and found some figures-statistics, if you will. 39 people from China have read this blog at one time or another. And so forth so on. Maybe they are just practicing reading our language. If I do have a regular reader from a foreign (not usa) country, I wish they would subscribe ===> This is so interesting.
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Now look at this stuff. Today (Wed., 13th of May), 8 pageviews. I may have been one of these just to look at how the background colors came out - but 8 ? 45 views yesterday. Amazing. But look at last month - 873 views. Flabbergasted I am. Welcome again to y'all. Somebody take the time to send me a comment or two.
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Now look at this stuff. Today (Wed., 13th of May), 8 pageviews. I may have been one of these just to look at how the background colors came out - but 8 ? 45 views yesterday. Amazing. But look at last month - 873 views. Flabbergasted I am. Welcome again to y'all. Somebody take the time to send me a comment or two.
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You may have noticed that I do not have advertisements. Apparently, I made Google mad about the advertisements. I was once told that if someone clicks on an adv. I make a penny. Thinking that was no way to get wealthy, I made fun of it in a really really early blog entry. Google sent me a notice that I had broken the rules and all money was being returned to the advertisers. What money? I asked. Nobody talks to me about this. I wouldn't mind getting money out of this thing, but..... I have learned my lesson. I am sad. I wonder if Google forgave Clinton for his errors? I know that I did - in my heart. Sure. Maybe someday they will forgive me and advertisements will return. If they do, I am not telling you to click on anything. You have to figure it out on your own - all 8 7 3 of you from last month.
out.
mtz
Meal question
My wife showed me sumpin' in the paper. More on that in a moment. I was clicking on a color for my type/font and this yellerish background came up. I am thinking that it may be annoying. Will now change to a different background color.
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Oh yes, oh yes, this is so much more restful to read. In the Corsicana newspaper: the Corsicana Daily Sun, they run a daily article called Annie's Mailbox. Years past we had Dear Abby and Ann Landers. Now I think both of those have passed on to the great newspaper in the sky. Dear Abby still appears run by her daughter. Many times, I think these new Dear Abby wantabes are idiots but hey, they have a job.
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So, I ask, is Annie's Mailbox just a continuation of Ann Landers? run by her daughters? Someone must know. The authors are Kathy Mitchell and Marcy Sugar - they must be delightful young ladies. Can't stand this background.
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What makes these females so brilliant? They certainly didn't go to college to learn how to babble.
Had enough of the background colors.
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Yesterday in Annie's Mailbox some worrisome soul from the South who calls herself: "Stickler in the South," asked the earth shattering question: (lot of colons happening here): What is the difference between Supper and Dinner? My wife pointed this article out and commence to recite how, when she grew up, the noon meal was called Dinner.
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Supper came at night.
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I'll tell you what I have to come to.
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It depends where and how you were raised and who raised you - what did they call it in your house? Let's do a bit of digging here. Surely nobody will argue against breakfast being the first meal of the day, whether it is morning or night - if you eat Breakfast - traditional Breakfast food, it is Breakfast! Want to eat Breakfast at night? Call it Breakfast at Supper (or whatever). I say the choice is yours and I rarely make the newspaper.
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Now Brunch happens sometime between Breakfast and the noon meal. Please note that I did not call the noon meal Lunch. Even though in my family Noon was lunch. Well, let me just cover that subject now. I was raised by two Oklahoma backwoods folks. Lunch came at noon. The evening meal was interchangeable Dinner or Supper. We didn't care either way. I'm hungry. Let's eat. Pile it on. And we did.
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What brought all this up is my wife (see paragraph one). She read the paper and made a big deal out of it. SIDE BAR -- SIDE BAR -- SIDE BAR My spouse & I just had a short conversation about this. I told her I was writing on the subject. She asked if I were giving her credit. I told her "yes" and that "I am trying my best not to make fun of you about this." END SIDE BAR.
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Wife made a big deal about this. In her family Dinner came at noon and Supper came at night. There you have it. The supreme answer to the question. My wife says Dinner is at noon and Supper is at night. If mama ain't happy, nobody's happy. Henceforth, I will call the noon meal Dinner .... probably won't .... why lie here? Lunch is noon. If it were not at noon, then Brunch would have to be called Brinner. Now, that's dumb. Brupper? c'mon folks, that's even dumber. My opinion: Breakfast, Brunch, Lunch, then nighttime Dinner/Supper followed by a small 10:30 pm Snack.
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Back to the article. These educated ladies say that Dinner is your big meal of the day. The person sending the question to the newspaper wondered why the White House doesn't have State Suppers instead of State Dinners. If Dinner comes at Noon, then a night fancy meal would be a State Supper. Just sounds wrong doesn't it? Newspaper said that Supper was a light snack in the evening sometime. My wife says Lunch is something like sandwiches during the day-sorta. I call a late evening meal just a SNACK. 10:30 P.M. let's have a Snack - not Supper. For goodness sakes, can't someone figure this out.
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Have come up with the solution and final say. Let's ask the Pope or Queen what's her name in England. Fancy chefs have been feeding them under State control or Pope control for centuries. If the staff at the Vatican says that Lunch is Dinner, so be it. If they say Supper is Dinner, so be it. If they say Brunch is Brupper, I'll live with it. But, above all, let's keep this type of thing out of the newspapers and certainly out of Ann Lander's column. My wife has better things to read.
p.s. My little Greta did not eat her Breakfast this morning. She arose about 8:30 and made a casual trip to our backyard wetting fields. Upon her return to the house, she plopped on a doggy bed where she remained until I went outside to plant a tree (another stone there for later). After the wife and I eat our "noon meal" I give all dogs a chew stick of some variety. Greta refused her chew stick today - naturally - but kept giving me THE EYE. I put her breakfast bowl down on the floor, and it was finished off in a flash. So you see, with sweet little blondie Greta: Lunch was Breakfast. Don't argue with an 8 pound blond.
later,
m
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Oh yes, oh yes, this is so much more restful to read. In the Corsicana newspaper: the Corsicana Daily Sun, they run a daily article called Annie's Mailbox. Years past we had Dear Abby and Ann Landers. Now I think both of those have passed on to the great newspaper in the sky. Dear Abby still appears run by her daughter. Many times, I think these new Dear Abby wantabes are idiots but hey, they have a job.
.
So, I ask, is Annie's Mailbox just a continuation of Ann Landers? run by her daughters? Someone must know. The authors are Kathy Mitchell and Marcy Sugar - they must be delightful young ladies. Can't stand this background.
.
What makes these females so brilliant? They certainly didn't go to college to learn how to babble.
Had enough of the background colors.
.
Yesterday in Annie's Mailbox some worrisome soul from the South who calls herself: "Stickler in the South," asked the earth shattering question: (lot of colons happening here): What is the difference between Supper and Dinner? My wife pointed this article out and commence to recite how, when she grew up, the noon meal was called Dinner.
.
Supper came at night.
.
I'll tell you what I have to come to.
.
It depends where and how you were raised and who raised you - what did they call it in your house? Let's do a bit of digging here. Surely nobody will argue against breakfast being the first meal of the day, whether it is morning or night - if you eat Breakfast - traditional Breakfast food, it is Breakfast! Want to eat Breakfast at night? Call it Breakfast at Supper (or whatever). I say the choice is yours and I rarely make the newspaper.
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Now Brunch happens sometime between Breakfast and the noon meal. Please note that I did not call the noon meal Lunch. Even though in my family Noon was lunch. Well, let me just cover that subject now. I was raised by two Oklahoma backwoods folks. Lunch came at noon. The evening meal was interchangeable Dinner or Supper. We didn't care either way. I'm hungry. Let's eat. Pile it on. And we did.
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What brought all this up is my wife (see paragraph one). She read the paper and made a big deal out of it. SIDE BAR -- SIDE BAR -- SIDE BAR My spouse & I just had a short conversation about this. I told her I was writing on the subject. She asked if I were giving her credit. I told her "yes" and that "I am trying my best not to make fun of you about this." END SIDE BAR.
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Wife made a big deal about this. In her family Dinner came at noon and Supper came at night. There you have it. The supreme answer to the question. My wife says Dinner is at noon and Supper is at night. If mama ain't happy, nobody's happy. Henceforth, I will call the noon meal Dinner .... probably won't .... why lie here? Lunch is noon. If it were not at noon, then Brunch would have to be called Brinner. Now, that's dumb. Brupper? c'mon folks, that's even dumber. My opinion: Breakfast, Brunch, Lunch, then nighttime Dinner/Supper followed by a small 10:30 pm Snack.
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Back to the article. These educated ladies say that Dinner is your big meal of the day. The person sending the question to the newspaper wondered why the White House doesn't have State Suppers instead of State Dinners. If Dinner comes at Noon, then a night fancy meal would be a State Supper. Just sounds wrong doesn't it? Newspaper said that Supper was a light snack in the evening sometime. My wife says Lunch is something like sandwiches during the day-sorta. I call a late evening meal just a SNACK. 10:30 P.M. let's have a Snack - not Supper. For goodness sakes, can't someone figure this out.
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Have come up with the solution and final say. Let's ask the Pope or Queen what's her name in England. Fancy chefs have been feeding them under State control or Pope control for centuries. If the staff at the Vatican says that Lunch is Dinner, so be it. If they say Supper is Dinner, so be it. If they say Brunch is Brupper, I'll live with it. But, above all, let's keep this type of thing out of the newspapers and certainly out of Ann Lander's column. My wife has better things to read.
p.s. My little Greta did not eat her Breakfast this morning. She arose about 8:30 and made a casual trip to our backyard wetting fields. Upon her return to the house, she plopped on a doggy bed where she remained until I went outside to plant a tree (another stone there for later). After the wife and I eat our "noon meal" I give all dogs a chew stick of some variety. Greta refused her chew stick today - naturally - but kept giving me THE EYE. I put her breakfast bowl down on the floor, and it was finished off in a flash. So you see, with sweet little blondie Greta: Lunch was Breakfast. Don't argue with an 8 pound blond.
later,
m
Tuesday, May 14, 2013
Observation #1
It just came to me in a hot flash* that I have observations - no wait, the wife has had hot flashes - mine are more like a warming of my toes. This will be my first one that is numbered. Universally, we all can have brilliant observations or epiphany observations or "I just noticed" observations or, sometimes, "embarrassing to my family" observations [those would be less-than-brilliant and spoken out loud in the presence of others ].
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This morning I had a brilliant observation which may affect the way that I live.
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#1: When you go to bed at night and leave a half glass of*** tea in the frig because you are too cheap to throw it away...
And when you get up the next morning and work outside** in the warm weather, coming in about 9:30 or 10:00 for a drink...
That glass of tea is sooooo very very cold and goooood to drink. Some might think it is wonderful.
You may choose to observe this on your own time. Tonight, perhaps.
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* hot flash: Over my years I have learned not to downgrade a hot flash in any conversation.
** please note previous blog where wife went to Waxahachie and bought plants
***I was going to write "a half glass of undrunk tea" but my spell check had a freakin' fit. Then, I debated putting in: " a half glass of { drinked, drunk, dranked, drunked, drained } tea - and let you choose the correct entry, like we all had to do in English grammar class many a year back. I would have pretended I knew the right answer all the long.
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I have something else to add though it is unrelated to Hot Flash or Observations or Planting or Cold Iced Tea in the morning's rising heat.....
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As you may have noticed, I rarely use the word Blog. Too many people have Blogs. They write and rant (that should be "right and rant" for the alliteration) - they do, talk talk talk. Since this be da case, I prefer the term Blug. Don't you think Blug more accurately describes these tomes?
Then I can be bluggy, not bloggy. Anyway, a friend said that the term Blug was irritating.
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And as with all BLUG writers, we do need a little drama to bring in the readers...so BLUG it is, and BLUG it shall continue. Read heartily my lads.
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See ya guys on the next Bluggy Blug.
m
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This morning I had a brilliant observation which may affect the way that I live.
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#1: When you go to bed at night and leave a half glass of*** tea in the frig because you are too cheap to throw it away...
And when you get up the next morning and work outside** in the warm weather, coming in about 9:30 or 10:00 for a drink...
That glass of tea is sooooo very very cold and goooood to drink. Some might think it is wonderful.
You may choose to observe this on your own time. Tonight, perhaps.
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* hot flash: Over my years I have learned not to downgrade a hot flash in any conversation.
** please note previous blog where wife went to Waxahachie and bought plants
***I was going to write "a half glass of undrunk tea" but my spell check had a freakin' fit. Then, I debated putting in: " a half glass of { drinked, drunk, dranked, drunked, drained } tea - and let you choose the correct entry, like we all had to do in English grammar class many a year back. I would have pretended I knew the right answer all the long.
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I have something else to add though it is unrelated to Hot Flash or Observations or Planting or Cold Iced Tea in the morning's rising heat.....
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As you may have noticed, I rarely use the word Blog. Too many people have Blogs. They write and rant (that should be "right and rant" for the alliteration) - they do, talk talk talk. Since this be da case, I prefer the term Blug. Don't you think Blug more accurately describes these tomes?
Then I can be bluggy, not bloggy. Anyway, a friend said that the term Blug was irritating.
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And as with all BLUG writers, we do need a little drama to bring in the readers...so BLUG it is, and BLUG it shall continue. Read heartily my lads.
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See ya guys on the next Bluggy Blug.
m
Monday, May 13, 2013
Mom's Day
Yesterday was Mother's Day. I can't say that I was the best hubby but, for me, I was pretty darn good. Gave her a couple (few) items which I felt were appropriate along with 2 Cards: one from me and one from the dogs - they had gone to Walmart with me and helped me pick it out. They have great taste in Mother's Day cards.
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Putting the dogs in the pit, we headed for Waxahachie for lunch and shopping. Lunch was at Ryans (a Golden Corral look-a-like). I can eat steak there, and she can eat meatloaf. That is good for the pair of us.
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The shopping started at Lowe's ( a Home Depot look-a-like). We have found that this store has a wide variety of plants while our own Home Depot is not quite as good. Plus - there may always be a plus - she wanted some Moss Rose plants. Lowe's always has an abundance of Moss Rose.
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Won't bore you with a listing of all the plants. There were too many for sure. I explain it this way. Yesterday was Mother's Day. Today is Father's Day to dig holes and plant green things. And as projected, I spent most of the day with a shovel and a water hose.
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Last week we bought a little fountain which was fired up today decorated with appropriate outdoor trinkets. I am not sure why we have never had a fountain before. Tomorrow it is back to Home Depot to buy some more Pine Bark Mulch. Neil Sperry likes this stuff; so we do too. If you don't know Neil, look for him on the internet or on 820 A.M. Sunday mornings. Good plant guy.
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We do Netflix. This past week we dug out the 1975 version of the Great Gatsby. I couldn't tell why we have never seen this movie. In 1975 Roger was 5 years old, Laura about 8, & Christine in the 11 variety. We were still living in Ardmore and were somewhat poor. We rarely left the house and the kids to do anything.
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I would suggest that everyone look for this 1975 movie either before or after they attend the 2013 edition. I imagine we will go see 2013 sometime this week. I am always curious what the movie clowns do to change the old movie. I bet it will be good.
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Dog Stone: When the dogs are in the Pit and we are gone, our arrival home brings all five to the back gate barking and squealing to get out and love on their parents. Today we went to the grocery store. Upon arrival home, i started to let them out. All 5 were wound up really tight.
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The gate open and they fought with each other to squeeze out the gate. Greta and Liesl always stop to be petted briefly then race forward. Fritz goes through the gate and heads for the back door to shout how it must be time to eat again. Oscar stops at your feet and drops his ball at your feet - taking off immediately down the hill to chase the ball. Bruno gets so excited - he has what my wife calls a runaway. He bounds to the back porch then runs in circles around the furniture - runaway, 3 maybe 4 times in a big circle - he is so innocent and excited.
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Today, the same. I bent over to pet Greta and Liesl with the right hand while I picked up the blue ball with the left casting it behind me down the hill. The ball was slimy and slipped from my fingers barely plopping its way down the hill. Simultaneously and uncharacteristically Bruno came running from his first tour of the back porch, sailing off the porch as he took off down the hill after the ball. He NEVER chases Oscar's blue ball - NEVER. Oscar, seeing the ball oozing down the hill reversed his course aiming for the ball with all the speed he could muster.
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I could see it coming, two chocolate dachshunds bearing down on a poor innocent little blue ball. Both arrived at the same time, Bruno running down the hill and Oscar diagonally up the hill. Wham! Bruno, who weighs in about 7 pounds heavier than Oscar, just barreled over Oscar who rolled sidewise down the hill while Bruno rescued the ball from its journey. Within 5 seconds, Bruno ran a few steps up the hill, spitting out the ball as he raced for the back porch to continue his circle tour. Oscar finished his rolling, straightening himself to re-attack the now re-rolling ball. His being run over by a freight train and consequential roll down a hill, didn't faze Oscar one bit as he snatched the blue ball up in one quick swoop. Up the hill he came to drop the ball at me feet once again. That boy is an athlete. Dogs are fun. Everyone needs some.
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so I close till next time.
m
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Putting the dogs in the pit, we headed for Waxahachie for lunch and shopping. Lunch was at Ryans (a Golden Corral look-a-like). I can eat steak there, and she can eat meatloaf. That is good for the pair of us.
.
The shopping started at Lowe's ( a Home Depot look-a-like). We have found that this store has a wide variety of plants while our own Home Depot is not quite as good. Plus - there may always be a plus - she wanted some Moss Rose plants. Lowe's always has an abundance of Moss Rose.
.
Won't bore you with a listing of all the plants. There were too many for sure. I explain it this way. Yesterday was Mother's Day. Today is Father's Day to dig holes and plant green things. And as projected, I spent most of the day with a shovel and a water hose.
.
Last week we bought a little fountain which was fired up today decorated with appropriate outdoor trinkets. I am not sure why we have never had a fountain before. Tomorrow it is back to Home Depot to buy some more Pine Bark Mulch. Neil Sperry likes this stuff; so we do too. If you don't know Neil, look for him on the internet or on 820 A.M. Sunday mornings. Good plant guy.
=======
We do Netflix. This past week we dug out the 1975 version of the Great Gatsby. I couldn't tell why we have never seen this movie. In 1975 Roger was 5 years old, Laura about 8, & Christine in the 11 variety. We were still living in Ardmore and were somewhat poor. We rarely left the house and the kids to do anything.
.
I would suggest that everyone look for this 1975 movie either before or after they attend the 2013 edition. I imagine we will go see 2013 sometime this week. I am always curious what the movie clowns do to change the old movie. I bet it will be good.
=======
Dog Stone: When the dogs are in the Pit and we are gone, our arrival home brings all five to the back gate barking and squealing to get out and love on their parents. Today we went to the grocery store. Upon arrival home, i started to let them out. All 5 were wound up really tight.
.
The gate open and they fought with each other to squeeze out the gate. Greta and Liesl always stop to be petted briefly then race forward. Fritz goes through the gate and heads for the back door to shout how it must be time to eat again. Oscar stops at your feet and drops his ball at your feet - taking off immediately down the hill to chase the ball. Bruno gets so excited - he has what my wife calls a runaway. He bounds to the back porch then runs in circles around the furniture - runaway, 3 maybe 4 times in a big circle - he is so innocent and excited.
.
Today, the same. I bent over to pet Greta and Liesl with the right hand while I picked up the blue ball with the left casting it behind me down the hill. The ball was slimy and slipped from my fingers barely plopping its way down the hill. Simultaneously and uncharacteristically Bruno came running from his first tour of the back porch, sailing off the porch as he took off down the hill after the ball. He NEVER chases Oscar's blue ball - NEVER. Oscar, seeing the ball oozing down the hill reversed his course aiming for the ball with all the speed he could muster.
.
I could see it coming, two chocolate dachshunds bearing down on a poor innocent little blue ball. Both arrived at the same time, Bruno running down the hill and Oscar diagonally up the hill. Wham! Bruno, who weighs in about 7 pounds heavier than Oscar, just barreled over Oscar who rolled sidewise down the hill while Bruno rescued the ball from its journey. Within 5 seconds, Bruno ran a few steps up the hill, spitting out the ball as he raced for the back porch to continue his circle tour. Oscar finished his rolling, straightening himself to re-attack the now re-rolling ball. His being run over by a freight train and consequential roll down a hill, didn't faze Oscar one bit as he snatched the blue ball up in one quick swoop. Up the hill he came to drop the ball at me feet once again. That boy is an athlete. Dogs are fun. Everyone needs some.
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so I close till next time.
m
Saturday, May 11, 2013
misc.
According to AOL news ---
Today is 'Eat What You Want Day.'
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32 recipes to make your mouth water
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I looked at them - the recipes - and suppose I'll just have to get along without. However, one was fried pickles. hmmmmm
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In remembrance of today, we had a pot of beans, corn bread muffins, fried onions and potatoes, and accessories. I ate a whole Poblano pepper.
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This, today's, entry is a Pot Pouring. I cannot spell poe poe-reeee. I could give it a try and see what spel chek duz 4 mee. Nope, just keep calling it Pot Pouring.
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Oh Oh Oh - so much has happened around here. (trying to hook you into staying for a full read).
Rain on Thursday: inch and a quarter with a sprinkling last night. Thass nice.
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As I have stated on more than one, I have the honor to play with the Corsicana Swing Orchestra - a small rag tag group of musicians who can make some pretty nice sounds. We are available for all sorts of events. My favorites are the paid ones. A phone number is listed over there ===>>
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We have a "gig" coming in June for a bunch of old folks locally. Last year they got that group together and called it a Senior Prom. Cute idea. Many dressed the part and fun was had by all. Nobody was at the entrance checking for hidden booze though.
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This year, same group, are having a 50s Sock Hop. We can hop a sock with the best of them. A request was made that we try to have a couple of Doo Wop singing songs. We travel with a nice female vocalist, Brenda Ballew. They wanted more. So the boss man ( see ==> ) bought a couple of printed songs for doo wop singing and asked for volunteers. And, I did.
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Back throughout high school we had a singing group for school assemblies and the like. None of this karoke stuff of today - we had our own drummer and various pieces of accompaniment. One microphone with the lead singer plant directly in front. The rest of us huddled around and we sang all sorts of popular songs of the time. I get a little fuzzy about some of that. Brother Jim sang bass, Jerry Dison sang higher parts, I moved around finding harmonic fittings to their efforts. Maybe Jim will remember more and included it below in the Comments. I am so sure we were quite good.
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Back to C.S.O. singing stone. Michael, a really good trombonist from Teague, is our bass. Jerry B. is the tenor, Brenda Soprano or lead, and I try to fit in the alto part down an octave - frankly I have been somewhat lost at times. We got together at Jerry's house on Thursday night and had our first practice. He has a really nice place built in 1923 and obviously remodeled over the years. All of that would be a different stone. We practiced for nearly 3 hours interrupted by iced tea and a pineapple refrigerator pie made with Splenda. Splenda is a life saver for those in my "cup of tea."
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This should all be fun and am looking forward to the gig in June....I think it is paid....prolly $20 or less. That's okay. I don't play in this group for the money. Now the singing part - maybe I should get a real pay raise for volunteering to do that. Or, maybe I should start a fund at the local bank to help support "Old Doo Woppers." The ODW fund for disabled singers. I like it. Mikey likes it.
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dog bit. Liesl, my little white spotted doxie has a definite personality. She bites strangers. She hates squirrels. She eats. She recently had a back problem which our local vet at the Cors. Vet. clinic fixed with a laser - that stone later - She is so afraid of thunder or any storm. And she is the dog who can make the Doggy gum ball machine work with her right paw.
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I was sitting here doing the above when Liesl came around my feet. She NEVER moves around my feet which I do this. She will lay on a pillow from a distance; but she was under my socked toes. Strange. I looked down and talked to her. She hopped 6 inches on 3 of her feet. What? She hopped again, her right front paw drawn up under her chin. That didn't make any sense at all.
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Quickly, yes very quickly, I reached down and drew up into my lap. Think rabies tag. Thing little metal ring that attaches tag to collar. Her inside toe nail was caught on that ring and she could not get the paw free. It took me more than one effort. Paw free she turned around and laid on my chest with her head against my cheek. We hugged and hugged. Her daddy had saved her life. I placed her back on the floor, and she ran to the front window to bark ferociously at the Road Runner who had decided to check out our front yard. Naturally, the barking set off the twins who joined in the barrage. Yes, I do think it woke my wife from her afternoon snooze. There are good and bad things locally. This was both.
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More later guys,
keep the faith (whatever it may be)
m3
Today is 'Eat What You Want Day.'
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32 recipes to make your mouth water
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I looked at them - the recipes - and suppose I'll just have to get along without. However, one was fried pickles. hmmmmm
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In remembrance of today, we had a pot of beans, corn bread muffins, fried onions and potatoes, and accessories. I ate a whole Poblano pepper.
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This, today's, entry is a Pot Pouring. I cannot spell poe poe-reeee. I could give it a try and see what spel chek duz 4 mee. Nope, just keep calling it Pot Pouring.
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Oh Oh Oh - so much has happened around here. (trying to hook you into staying for a full read).
Rain on Thursday: inch and a quarter with a sprinkling last night. Thass nice.
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As I have stated on more than one, I have the honor to play with the Corsicana Swing Orchestra - a small rag tag group of musicians who can make some pretty nice sounds. We are available for all sorts of events. My favorites are the paid ones. A phone number is listed over there ===>>
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We have a "gig" coming in June for a bunch of old folks locally. Last year they got that group together and called it a Senior Prom. Cute idea. Many dressed the part and fun was had by all. Nobody was at the entrance checking for hidden booze though.
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This year, same group, are having a 50s Sock Hop. We can hop a sock with the best of them. A request was made that we try to have a couple of Doo Wop singing songs. We travel with a nice female vocalist, Brenda Ballew. They wanted more. So the boss man ( see ==> ) bought a couple of printed songs for doo wop singing and asked for volunteers. And, I did.
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Back throughout high school we had a singing group for school assemblies and the like. None of this karoke stuff of today - we had our own drummer and various pieces of accompaniment. One microphone with the lead singer plant directly in front. The rest of us huddled around and we sang all sorts of popular songs of the time. I get a little fuzzy about some of that. Brother Jim sang bass, Jerry Dison sang higher parts, I moved around finding harmonic fittings to their efforts. Maybe Jim will remember more and included it below in the Comments. I am so sure we were quite good.
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Back to C.S.O. singing stone. Michael, a really good trombonist from Teague, is our bass. Jerry B. is the tenor, Brenda Soprano or lead, and I try to fit in the alto part down an octave - frankly I have been somewhat lost at times. We got together at Jerry's house on Thursday night and had our first practice. He has a really nice place built in 1923 and obviously remodeled over the years. All of that would be a different stone. We practiced for nearly 3 hours interrupted by iced tea and a pineapple refrigerator pie made with Splenda. Splenda is a life saver for those in my "cup of tea."
.
This should all be fun and am looking forward to the gig in June....I think it is paid....prolly $20 or less. That's okay. I don't play in this group for the money. Now the singing part - maybe I should get a real pay raise for volunteering to do that. Or, maybe I should start a fund at the local bank to help support "Old Doo Woppers." The ODW fund for disabled singers. I like it. Mikey likes it.
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dog bit. Liesl, my little white spotted doxie has a definite personality. She bites strangers. She hates squirrels. She eats. She recently had a back problem which our local vet at the Cors. Vet. clinic fixed with a laser - that stone later - She is so afraid of thunder or any storm. And she is the dog who can make the Doggy gum ball machine work with her right paw.
.
I was sitting here doing the above when Liesl came around my feet. She NEVER moves around my feet which I do this. She will lay on a pillow from a distance; but she was under my socked toes. Strange. I looked down and talked to her. She hopped 6 inches on 3 of her feet. What? She hopped again, her right front paw drawn up under her chin. That didn't make any sense at all.
.
Quickly, yes very quickly, I reached down and drew up into my lap. Think rabies tag. Thing little metal ring that attaches tag to collar. Her inside toe nail was caught on that ring and she could not get the paw free. It took me more than one effort. Paw free she turned around and laid on my chest with her head against my cheek. We hugged and hugged. Her daddy had saved her life. I placed her back on the floor, and she ran to the front window to bark ferociously at the Road Runner who had decided to check out our front yard. Naturally, the barking set off the twins who joined in the barrage. Yes, I do think it woke my wife from her afternoon snooze. There are good and bad things locally. This was both.
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More later guys,
keep the faith (whatever it may be)
m3
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