I do believe it is, and I think I have it! Gawjus weather in Heavensville, I plopped some pansies in the ground, contemplated planting onions, but didn’t get around to it. Lindsay leaves tomorrow, back to routine, back to more coherent blogging, well maybe….
Cya round a donut…. tomorrow…
I, do however, have some onions to plant. Not the same, but when spring is in the air I just want to dig in the dirt.
Old habits die hard…
Dilly is here for a couple of days. We had a great day, hubby cleaned the patio, her friend Shawna visited this afternoon, they sat on the patio and girl talked, nothing cuter than two young women having quality time….
We had an awesome veggie, artichoke pizza at Deerhead. Hubby took us to dinner, tomorrow we’re having a late lunch with Shawna, her little girl Bailey and Angie at Panera. It’s a girl’s week all around….
Here I sit, feeding the M&M’s bites of green beans, which they love, by the way. I feed Mollie a bite, then Maggie, always giving each one their turn. And they never try to eat each other’s food, even though their little heads are touching as they stand side by side, waiting for me to give them a morsel. So many dogs would try and bully their way to getting more than their share, but not the girls. People could learn a lot from them…
I really thought today was St. Paddy’s Day. I got my little Irish Yorkie on The Dish first thing this morning. It wasn’t until early afternoon that I realized that the 17th is tomorrow.
Well you’ll just have to scroll down and look at the dog, I’m not going to be reposting him tomorrow!
Geez Louise…
I haven’t posted a picture of the girls lately. Thought you might all like a smile this Monday morning…
Yesterday I was buying 2 large bags of Purina Dog Chow at Wal Mart, for my dogs. I was about to check out when a woman behind me asked if I had a dog. What did she think, that I had an elephant? Since I had little else to do, on impulse, I told her that no, I didn’t have a dog, and that I was starting Purina Diet again, although I probably shouldn’t because I ended up in the hospital last time. On the bright side though, I’d lost 50 pounds before I awakened in an intensive care ward with tubes coming out of every hole in my body and IVs in both arms.
I told her that it was essentially a perfect diet and that the way that it works is to load your pockets with Purina nuggets and simple eat one or two every time you feel hungry and that the food is nutritionally complete so I was going to try it again. ( I have to mention here that practically everyone in the line was enthralled with my story by now.)
Horrified, she asked if I ended up in intensive care because the dog food had poisoned me. I told her no; I had stopped in the middle of the parking lot to lick my butt and a car hit me.
I thought the guy behind her was going to have a heart attack, he was laughing so hard!
WAL-MART won’t let me shop there anymore.
There is nothing I like more than a whimsical kitchen that just brims with personality. I’m a huge fan of red appliances, french pigs, honey pots, all the fun things that make you smile when you walk into my kitchen.
But I’ve been transitioning toward functionality lately. I’m tired of hauling out essential tools from underneath the counter to use that could easily be on top of my counter instead of all the things sitting there, just loaded with “personality,” that do nothing but bring me pleasure.
I walked to the garage earlier this week, and hubby had put a great cutting board on Milly, to haul to the trash. I never used it, and it was just taking up space, so he was going to get rid of it.
It’s a really big cutting board, made of hardwood, that sets on stainless casters, it’s practically new and it’s wonderful, but it’s big so I wasn’t using it because I didn’t have the counter space. So instead of letting him get rid of it, I went into the kitchen, cleaned off a whole area of personality and plopped down the functionality friendly cutting board, and ya know what. I’m enjoying is so much more than I ever did that collection of vinegar bottles that I never used, and the hammered copper bowl, they were just taking up space and not used for anything. They were there because they looked good, well to me at least they did.
I’m getting pretty smart in my old(er) age, a few years ago I wouldn’t have dreamt of giving up counter space for something so practical, when it could have been so “cute.” Wisdom comes with age, huh…
I’m sure my family is proud of me, the boys complain every time they are home that there is no room to work! Well, they have a nice space carved out right by the sink now, where they can prepare me meals, while I perch on a bar stool and supervise. That’s another thing I’ve learned in my old(er) age, sit back and let them do it. Works for me…
Well, it’s going from bad to worse, fast. I can’t even access the battery compartment of the camera now. It was bad enough that I had to hold it on with a rubber band now this.
And I have to go to that wedding tomorrow, and of course I’ll want pictures. I DON’T want to buy a new one, I just got this one not long ago. But, if I want pictures of the M&M’s, I’m gonna hafta. Darned Canon anyway… It should have been made better. I’m gonna call them up and complain, won’t do any good but I’ll feel better…
Why do I put ads on my site? Well, when you click on them it does generate a bit of revenue, so I’m adding them to see if it might work for me as it has for other bloggers. I must admit, BlogHer ads, unlike the Google ads I used to run, look great, are geared toward women, and actually interesting to read. And the women from BlogHer couldn’t be nicer, I’m looking forward to the journey with them.
Hubby rained on my parade, telling me about how bad charcoal is for you. Geezy Pete, it was just a few little ‘ole burgers.
Of course the hibachi is long gone, replaced now by my favorite portable grill, the Weber Smokey Joe. OMG, Hooterville fires it up and cooks the best burgers you’ve ever put in your mouth, seriously. I wish you could all try them.
Sure we’ve got the big ole kick-ass stainless gas grill, that for some reason guys just find fascinating, but not me, gas just doesn’t give you the flavor that charcoal does. I would much rather fire up this little beauty and treat myself to the real meal deal. Such a simple thing…
It’s springtime in Heavensville. A few trees are starting to leaf, the perennials are popping thru the ground, the daffodils are in bloom. It’s glorious.
I went for a walk earlier, you could just smell the freshness in the air. The fragrance of the grass, the earthy smell of the soil, I swear I could have just laid down and rolled in it. I could have!!!! Don’t roll your eyes, haven’t any of you felt earthy like this?
Not a good idea, though, the neighbors already think I’m nutzo, can you imagine the buzz they would spread if they saw me rolling in the grass…
Of course we’re having a big cooldown after today. That’s the way it goes, warm gusty winds, then cooler temperatures, but oh the wonder of it all.
My son, John has always loved building things, and enjoys all the toys that go along with it… He’s putting a waterfall and a fish pond in his back yard this spring, this is him last weekend on some kind of a digger, obviously having the time of his life.
Just had to share, it was one of those Mom moments, I’m sure he appreciates me posting it, too… ;o)
I bought the M&M’s one of those little thingies that ties them both together, so they walk side by side on one leash. Um hum, sure they do…
We harnessed them up for the first time tonight, and we were off, with hubby “handling” them. Did I just say hubby was handing them???? Well not exactly, it was more like they were handling him… Mollie wanted to walk, Maggie wanted to stop and smell the grass, and since Mollie is much stronger, she was in control. Poor Mags, she was being pulled against her will, so we took pity on her, LC picked her up and carried her, Mollie was trudging ahead, loving every minute of it, but she was panting and not used to walking distances, so I made him pick her up, too. So here we are, way down the road, with him holding both dogs in his arms, quite a distance from home.I was telling him it was just like he was walking with weights, but he wasn’t buying it. By the time we got home he was panting, too. *wink*
And where was my camera? Grrrrrr, at home, of course! With the rubber band around it, it’s broke, remember! It was pretty cute, though, take my word for it, those two are just the sweetest little things…
I’m having nostalgic thoughts of pot roast, and fried chicken, mashed potatoes and gravy, oh, corn on the cob, too, with hot rolls and dessert. Pies and cakes, all the wonderful foods that Sunday dinners are made of.
It’s not Sunday lunch either, it’s dinner, eaten at noon, and it’s wonderful. But here I sit, with my memories, eating cheese and crackers and frozen pineapple chunks. *sigh* I want the good old days back again… When the boys were little, sitting on the countertops while I cooked. When I was a young girl, going to Grandma’ Short’s for Sunday dinner, hoping that there would be a cousin or two to play with. And the best Sunday dinners of all, when I would go to my other Grandma’s house, Grandma Smith. Her food was the best! Chicken and dumplings and homemade rolls. It was so good…
I probably wouldn’t be so nostalgic if I would have gotten up and actually cooked myself real food. Tonight I will. Hubby is home at 5pm, I have pork chops thawing in the sink. We’ll have Sunday supper, that’s what we’ll have. That works, too! But no gravy, no fried chops, no butter melting over the mashed potatoes and no pie, either. Healthy Sunday supper, it’s just not the same…
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