Sunday, July 29, 2007

Rainy Day Sunday

What a Rainy, humid, stinky BLAH day here on Long Island. The last time it rained like this I had a puddle in my laundry room. Apparently, the trouble is coming from a gutter that is in much need of replacing. We also are in need of a roof and have been gathering estimates.( which, I would love to ask a favor... Would you tell me your opinions on what color roof would look best on an old brick house?, THANKS!)
Knowing we will eventually be getting the roof and gutters fixed, My husband came up with a quick solution to the rain pouring off the gutter and flooding my basement. Before I tell you, keep in mind this is a VERY smart and handy hubby. A hubby who has the knowledge and ability to get up on a roof and repair a gutter, a steeple, a Freaking sky scrapper! He decided to take the HUGE Yellow plastic slide that used to be on my sons old swing set, And place it against our home, allowing the water to drip down the slanted slide and away from the house! It looks bizarre and I'm sure the neighbors must be talking! It sits in the beautiful flower bed that this same man takes such pride in. He trims and lovingly nurtures each little tree, shrub and flower with fertilizer, water and tenderness. It seems out of character for him, but I am Not saying a word. No nagging or bitching from this smart little lulu. Nope. I have learned in our almost 27 years married, to save the bitching for the big stuff. I did suggest that on sunny days, we put that slide on its side so it's not visible from the street. That didn't last long, too often it poured when we weren't home to "PUT UP THE SLIDE".
Do you remember the show green acres? I hope I won't be climbing a pole soon to make a phone call.
Those of you who know my husband, know I have nothing to complain about, including the slide. He has always been more helpful than anyone I know. Right now, during this "lets stay home, rainy day".. He is putting multiple coats of wax on my NO Wax kitchen floor. He Insists on doing the "heavy work" for me. This floor is 23 years old. For the first 15 years or so, I would just wash it. Over time the no wax finish was finished. Handy Man to the rescue, He has it looking better than new. All the hard work he does around here gives me more time to sip my tea and blog about it all. Even take a picture just for you. This is not wet, just lovingly shiny!

Wednesday, July 25, 2007

night of the dancing flame


Are you watching the show " so you think you can dance?" If you've read my blog for a while, you know I have always wished I was a broadway dancer. No talent mind you! Just loving it & desire and a lifelong fantasy. Maybe that is why I am enjoying this show so much. A few weeks ago Neil and Lauren did this great routine that you are watching.(well, I hope you will watch it ) Not only did I LOVe the dancing, I fell in love with the song. Apparently so did many people, because it is on back order at Best Buy. It is also going for $50 bucks on amazon! WO! Yes that's what I said! The artist is one Phenomenal Roisin Murphy. She is from the Uk and this song is on her debut album called Ruby Blue. Here is what Amazon said- "She was originally known as the eccentric pop voice in Moloko, that wacky dancepop group that turned out some of the U.K.'s best electronica. Alas, after 2003's "Statues," Moloko is no more. But lead vocalist Roisin Murphy is just beginning... her solo career,that is"
I have never heard of Moloko but I'm looking forward to hearing more from Ms. Murphy. If the album is half as enjoyable as this song, It will be worth waiting for.
I was hoping to dig out of storage a picture of me during my very short dancing school stint. During my first few lessons, My very nice teacher, Mr. Vic asked me if I was a cheerleader. ( I was constantly landing hard on my feet) I wasn't a cheerleader but he put the exciting possibility in my head. The following fall I began high school and tried out for the cheerleading team. The snooty senior who ran tryouts made us do a few jumps and spins.Every time I landed I extended my foot and pointed my toe. Before she rejected me she asked me in a very annoyed voice " What are you? A dancer?" ( Bitch!) Discouraged, I decided I wasn't cut out to be a cheerleader or dancer and so the fantasy began.
As far as the show goes, I am hoping one of my favorite dancers, either Neil or Lauren, will win the competition and live the dream I wish I would have pursued.
So do I think I can dance? Well, despite the criticism of my younger days, YES! I do think I can dance and when I do it's the love of the music and the movements that give me joy and that's what's most important.
updated on 7/26- Okay don't laugh... I found the dancing school picture....

Monday, July 23, 2007

Banana Bread

I agree with what they say- when you have lemons make lemonade
I also say- when you have rotten bananas make banana bread!
When I was first married my mil gave me a great Banana bread recipe that I've been making for years
I always have these ingredients on hand because 9 times out of 10 when
I don't have bananas the kids want bananas, SO I buy bananas and this is what happens-
BEFORE:

hope you try this and enjoy it!
email me if you have a question :)








BANANA BREAD
1/3 cup veg. Oil
1 ½ cups mashed ripened bananas ( about 4)
½ tsp. Vanilla
3 eggs
2 ½ cups bisquick(I like the reduced fat bisquick)
1 cup sugar
(optional ½ cup shop nuts)
( I've also added crasins or raisins)

Heat oven to 350
Generously grease loaf pan ( I prefer a larger pan)
Stir all ingred. With a fork until moistened.
Beat vigorously for 1 min.
Pour into pan and bake until toothpick comes out clean
Approx. 45-60 min.
(depending on size of pan... If it starts to get too dark on top, cover with foil, leaving slit in middle)
Cool for 5 min. run knife along sides and remove from pan

AFTER:

Saturday, July 21, 2007

$100,000 Pyramid

A freshly ripped bikini waxing
Preparing for a colonoscopy
Lancing an infected toe
Natural Childbirth
Lulus New Fall Boots


"What are Wicked things?"

click video box and hear my favorite band do evil ways(pretend it's wicked ways)

Wednesday, July 18, 2007

The Moaning Meme

Should I thank Ally Bean for tagging me with a meme? Or in light of the topic should I complain and curse at her? Since it's one of her pet peeves... I will say Thanks Miss Bean! here it goes:
5 people who will be annoyed you tagged them.
Sherrie @ happytiler
Daisy @ pluckthepetal
Jane @ paintedhouse52
Deirdre @ writinganamcara
Ann @ purlingswine
4 things that should go into room 101 and be removed from the face of the earth
*Cigarettes/cigars/pipes- Why are you putting LIT objects into your mouth?
*Those wireless phone things that people put in their ears and walk around talking aloud on like lunatics from another planet
*HMO's..... If I have to plead with one more dumb ass receptionist for a referral, I am going to Implode
*Bullies.... Get some therapy It is YOU you really hate.
3 things people do that make you want to shake them violently.
*Complain about getting ready to go on a vacation or have an extension put on their homes.... Are you kidding me? BRATS
*Don't use blinkers while driving but instead use their hands to text and dial their cell phones... GET OFF the F---ing Road!
*Let their dogs roam freely... Hello? there is a leash law! If a car doesn't kill spot I will because his urine in burning my lawn!

2 things you find yourself moaning about.
*What to cook for dinner.... I can truly give up eating if I get to give up making dinners
*Dusting... It's been so long I think I may need a belt sander

1 thing the above answers tell you about yourself.
*I am a lazy, angry bitch, but a good driver? ( that's 3 things)

RULES
• Link to the original meme at freelancecynic.com so people know what it's all about!
• Be as honest as possible. This is about letting people get to know the real you!
• Try not to insult anyone - unless they really deserve it or are very, very ugly!
• Post these rules at the end of every meme!

Monday, July 16, 2007

slinky dog


The other day my youngest son and I went to the dentist. He had to have 3 primary teeth extracted. He has always been a great dental patient and has never had a cavity. He handled this visit like the other visits and truly like he handles most everything in life- "no big deal mom". I was talking about him to our dentist when I was in the chair. ( Yeah, unlike my silver-free son- I had Another cavity) This sweetheart kid has been literally No trouble since the day he was born. Of course like all kids he has had a few accidents. He has had more broken bones and scraped elbows and knees than his big brothers. He needed surgery twice as a child. But I'm talking about trouble, trouble. You know what I mean? NEVER in his entire life has he been a behavior problem or has he had a fight or any trouble with another kid. NEVER in his life has he mouthed off to me or his dad, been a brat, had a temper tantrum, been disrespectful in any way. He is an easy kid. He is almost too compliant. NEVER in his entire academic career has he ever needed or wanted help with homework.( Probably why he is doing so well!) NEVER has he been in trouble at school. I really thought about all this as I saw him emerge from the office with a mouthful of gauze, a head full of messy chair hair. I tell this child how much I love him everyday, and I DO tell him he is a wonderful person. I just really, really need to express it to him and to me. I think we take easy kids for granted. As I hugged him and made sure he was okay, I asked him if he wanted to go to Toys R Us for a slinky dog? Of Course at 14 he looked at me like I was crazy AND embarrassing! ( 2 of my best motherly attributes) Seeing him, brought back the strongest memory of being a kid, getting teeth pulled and then going to the 5 & 10 cent store and being allowed to choose a brown slinky dog as a reward for being so brave. The memory was crystal clear and happy. I so seldom have such strong, positive memories of my childhood. That slinky dog really thrilled me! Instead, My brave one accepted an invitation to an italian ice outing after the Novocain wore off. (Maybe, I will slip a slinky dog in his Christmas stocking, just for the fun of it)
(hope you stay and listen to one of my Favorite Lennon songs)

Friday, July 13, 2007

Hair

I Love that Laini and Meg decided to make HAIR the Scribblings topic this week! My mind went in a million directions. Too much to write about on this topic of course! Do I take the best of all my clients stories? Do I tell you the down side of cutting hair? Maybe share my best makeovers? Do I share the glamour behind the scenes? The stuff no one knows about like plucking coarse hairs out of my expensive bras with a tweezer? Oh that is nothing! Sometimes those babies go right on through the nylon, Trust me It's not a pleasant tale! Rather than write a post that could fill a book, I have opted to talk about MY hair. Like most women I talk with, I have always hated my hair. From the beginning.....
I was not given much to work with. Fuzzy, thin and curly. Yikes! ( You've seen this photo before I know, but it is my only baby picture!)
My hair got a little better as shown here.... my son ( getting the cut) inherited his dads beautiful hair!

I've mostly worn my hair curly. During the farrah days of the mid 70's, I struggled with the blow dryer, dying for those sausage rolls on the side of my head like all my friends seemed to have naturally. During the late 70's I became a hairstylist. Do you know what hairstylists do when business is slow? Yeah.. We experiment on each other! My favorite look was when a colorist convinced me that Purple was my color. He gave me a heavy highlighting and colored me with crazy color.( I so wish I had a pic. of this look) I must admit, when I was in full makeup and hip clothes for work or going out, The purple was really flattering and fun. However, On my days off from work and makeup... I was a scary sight. I gave up that look soon after some kids followed me out of Waldbaums laughing and pointing and causing me to resort to finger gestures!
Styles changed and my curly hair was in high demand. One Perm after another Perm, I was giving unhappy women the look that I had been unhappy with to make them.... happy!? I was so caught up in the frenzy that I let someone give ME a perm, hoping if I used Very large rods, my tight curls would be as loose and sexy as Madonna was during the same era.
No such luck, in spite of the knowledge and talents of my fellow stylists, I now had a fuzzier head of tighter curls than I knew what to do with. I vowed to just leave myself alone and only did semi-permanent tints for shine and body for many years.
Through this discontented hair journey, my husband who is an amazing stylist, suggested going blonde. I never took him seriously, and I always worried that it would be too damaging to my baby-fine, thin, dark-brown hair. About 5 years ago, I put my worries aside and let him do his thing and promised I wouldn't interfere. ( Not an easy task for a know it all chatterbox) The results were astounding. After 43 years of hating my hair, I actually loved it!
First, because he did a beautiful job on the color and highlighting. Second, due to the damage the bleach causes,it actually pumped up the hair cuticle, I finally felt like I had MORE hair! ( self portrait, isn't the best example) With daily conditioning treatments and monthly trims, my hair still feels healthy. Without the contrast of Dark hair on white scalp, I'm not as self conscious about having thin hair. I feel like I should quote one of my favorite characters! " if you ever go looking for your hearts desire, you shouldn't look any further than your own backyard"
Glad you were in our backyard honey xo
(hope you turn up the volume and listen to "samson"

Tuesday, July 10, 2007

Your invited for Cyber drinks!


If you haven't heard of the hungry girl web site, you're missing out on some great dieting tips. Even though hungry girl is not sponsored by Weight Watchers, they give point equivalents on all their recipes. If you go to their website and sign up with your email address ( btw-.. it's free!) they will email you daily recipes and dieting tips. The temperature here on Long Island is into the 90's today and extremely humid. Doesn't that just make you yearn for a nice cold Pina Colada? Here is todays recipe, I just had to share it with you! While you're sitting back enjoying one, check out the fat, calories and points on a regular one. Holy Pineapple! I usually can't stop at one of these! Cheers!
clink clink

Hungry Girl's Piña Colada Freeze
Ingredients:
1 oz. light rum
1.5 oz. Torani Sugar Free Coconut Syrup
1/4 cup Breyer's Double Churn Fat Free Ice Cream, Creamy Vanilla
1 tbsp. crushed pi neapple in its own juice
3/4 cup crushed ice
1 packet Splenda (or another no-calorie sweetener)

Directions:
Put all ingredients in a blender. Blend on high speed for 30 seconds. Pour into a cute cocktail glass. Then share this recipe with everyone you know!

Serving Size: 1 recipe
Calories: 126
Fat: 0g
Sodium: 41mg
Carbs: 13g
Fiber: 1.5g
Sugars: 8g
Protein: 1.5g
*2 Points!

As opposed to the
Average Frozen Piña Colada=

Serving Size: approx. 7 oz.
Calories: 530
Fat: 17g
Sodium: 160mg
Carbs: 61g
Fiber: <0.5g
Sugars: N.A.
Protein: 1g

*12 Points!

Sunday, July 08, 2007

here's a brilliant idea- take a bus

On Fathers Day on Long Island, A dad driving to his sons soccer game was slammed into by a truck running a red light. The innocent Dad- Dead. The slimy truck driver- Unlicensed

Statistics have shown that 16.6% of the 126 fatal accidents in my county last year involved unlicensed drivers. Nationwide in 57,000 fatal crashes in '05,
13% were unlicensed motorists.
I am happy to hear that they are trying to crackdown on unlicensed drivers. In both Suffolk and Nassau counties on Long Island the # of fatal crashes have ranked First and second in our entire State! Yet driving without a license is considered a traffic violation and not classified as a crime! Now, both counties are arresting anyone caught driving without a license who also cannot prove their identity.

I don't think that is severe enough. Especially when many are unlicensed due to losing their licenses for moving violations, dwi, or not paying tickets. Whatever the reason these Slippery bastards are trying to slip by and live above the law, putting our lives and the lives of our loved ones in danger. Politically, I don't consider myself conservative or liberal. It depends on the issue at hand so I tend to fluctuate between categories. But as you've read before on my posts, for me when it comes to driving , I think we all HAVE to realize that a car is a deadly weapon. Driving is a serious responsibility and this weapon and its laws MUST be respected.

The paper said that a local D.A. and a Judge feared that a crackdown on this issue could be perceived as racial profiling because a majority of the recent arrests were hispanic people. I say to them or anyone else who is willing to have lenient laws for fear of offending someone... "Ridiculous"! Ask the loved ones of the 21 people killed by unlicensed assholes last year in suffolk county alone. Ask those grief stricken mothers, fathers and children if they would mind the inconvenience of being detained to validate their licenses if it will keep our roads safer. Any humane individual should be willing to endure the small disruption in your driving schedule if it will help find and keep these law breakers on foot. What are you willing to tolerate to possibly save a little boys dad?

Tuesday, July 03, 2007

Turn up the volume baby!

Wow! I have music! It was so easy too. I tried other links before with no luck, but this time I just clicked my friend Sherries music and was led to "you tube video codes." Please enjoy one of my absolute favorite artists BJoRk singing "It's Oh so Quiet". Scroll down and watch her adorable video. Hope you enjoy her!

Monday, July 02, 2007

signing autographs after the post

Besides loving the wonderful writings of my fellow bloggers, I've also been intrigued by how sophisticated their web pages are .In their sidebars ( using a technical blog term here ) they have pictures and links and interesting tidbits. As many of my blogging friends know I am totally clueless when it comes to htmls, templates and the other terms you have all so patiently tried to teach me. My original blogging instructor and inspiration to attempt blogging (THE purling swine) sent me a web monkey. Yikes, I forgot where I put him. After much questioning and email advice from others I was able to visit and accomplish blogroll ( <- look left <-) that was a proud day, but I quickly forgot how I had done it. The other day it took me an hour to figure out how to add a few more blog links to that list. Well NOW.... I am sooo proud and happy to announce I explored my own template! (gee....I may be sharing too much here, eh?)
Well in my long confusing template I spied words informing me "you can put text in your sidebar here!! " It was exciting yet scary as I was afraid I would screw up and erase important blog stuff that I wouldn't ever find again, but guess what? I DID IT!
For all you expert bloggers out there, I know this probably sounds pretty pathetic. For all my friends who don't blog, I know you will think I am a computer genius! I can't promise you that I will have much sophisticated stuff in my sidebar. Right now I have the lyrics to one of my favorite songs by Regina Spektor.( soon I hope to master having the actual song play for you!!) If you want to hear a sample of it after you read it, you can click here. I also put up a couple of nice quotes. Which speaking of quotes there is one at the very bottom of the page (eh-hum eh-hum) Text in that area is known in the template or computer genius world as a "footer". Impressive, no?

Saturday, June 30, 2007

Stupid is as stupid does

I thought I would share some local news. It is making me want to move away from Lawng AwyLund.
Todays Paper the headline read "Pizza with the works."
This entrepreneur ( moron) had a menu of illegal fireworks longer than the pizza menu at his store. He stored some only 5' from the Hot pizza ovens, some in his accomplices backyard shed. They estimate it to be between $50,000.- $100,00. worth of explosives. Customers (speaking in code) would place orders for illegal fireworks, and Pizza man would call them and say "Your pizza is ready". As stupid and dangerous as this is, what really, really amazed me (and has me questioning our school system) are the comments from the neighbors, when told what was stored on their street. They all thought it was no big deal. One mans comment is what led me to write about this story. I am still laughing from disbelief and embarrassment for him. (He actually let them print his name after this) He said " It's Independence Day, Fireworks don't hurt nobody"
Any ideas on a new location I can move to?

Friday, June 29, 2007

Golden rules


I saw these rules many years ago in an Ann Landers column and cut it out and tucked it away.
I finally cleaned out a closet that has been haunting me and this little worn out paper fell to my feet.
Imagine if everyone( my boys) followed these simple, sensible steps?
#1 is for my son who always leaves the seat up(while doing #1)
#9 is for my remote thief
#8 is for my Ketchup Kid

1. If you open it, CLOSE IT.

2. If you turn it on, TURN IT OFF.

3. If you unlock it, LOCK IT.

4. If you break it, ADMIT IT.

5. If you can't fix it, CALL SOMEONE WHO CAN.

6. If you borrow it, RETURN IT.

7. If you value it, TAKE CARE OF IT

8. If you make a mess, CLEAN IT UP.

9. If you move it, PUT IT BACK.

10. If it belongs to someone else, GET PERMISSION TO USE IT.

11. If you don't know how to operate it, LEAVE IT ALONE.

12. If it doesn't concern you, MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS.

(an old photo of my 2 youngest guys, cuteness overrules neatness)

Thursday, June 28, 2007

Leo the Lioness

"What's your sign?" Doesn't that line bring the 70's rushing back to you? It is so corny and has been goofed on by some of the best of them. Remember Steve Martin doing the wild and crazy guy? I'm pretty sure he asked that question. I remember being very interested in astronomy as a teen. It was fun & I researched everyone I knew. I don't remember a lot of it but I remember it was interestingly right on the money for many people. Take me for example-( clearing my throat)- here is what the books say about us leos...
*Positive Traits
• Generous and warmhearted (true)
• Creative and enthusiastic (true)
• Broad-minded and expansive (true again)
• Faithful and loving ( true, true)
Negative Traits
• Pompous and patronizing ( Who me? How dare you, I am just perfect)
• Bossy and interfering ( this author sucks, I must inform him- Leos have NO negative traits)
• Dogmatic and intolerant ( I am getting a different books opinion on this!)
Leo Likes: speculative ventures, lavish living, rich food, children, drama, pageantry and grandeur ( Oh yes, darrrliinnng!)
Leo Dislikes:doing anything safely, day-to-day living, small-minded people, penny-pinching and mean spiritedness ( stay away from me you cheap, horrible people)

One day back in the crazy 70's, I walked into a lavish hair salon, looking for work. These two free spirited sisters gave me a rare job application. No social security number needed, No questions like " do you have job experience?" They wanted to know my birth place/day/ time/ year. They needed to find out if I would be in harmony with their surroundings. They were going to chart me. It was the only time I didn't get a job because my sun was in Pisces. Oh well, I had a feeling that their idea of harmony was conflicting with earths.
This was a fun Prompt from Sunday Scribblings, want to read more on this topic? click Here

Wednesday, June 27, 2007

mother and child reunion


Last weekend we had a fun road trip upstate to visit my oldest son. On the road I observed how strange my senses work. When my husband said " Do you smell fire"? I couldn't, until I turned down the music, then "YES I DO smell fire!" When he said " Oh god look at that accident" I couldn't see it very well, until I turned down the music! "oh that's awful"! Does anyone else have this oddity? Anyway, we went upstate because we wanted to celebrate our sons 23rd birthday and see his new apartment. His new place is much nicer than the last one. He actually has a closet in his bedroom now.( WooWHO!!) It is also in a much better section of the city. It reminded me of Greenwich village. He can walk or bicycle everywhere. He is close to a beautiful park which often holds concerts or plays. He is surrounded by friends. He is really happy. That's basically what it is all about. We all have hopes, dreams and high expectations for our kids. The one really important accomplishment however is happiness. Why is it, that we don't focus enough on that one? If you have a depressed child, it's the only thing you focus on and wish for. But, a kid with no serious problems, we tend to over look that and focus on superfluous accomplishments.
What I am trying to say is I am happy he is happy.
We ate dinner at an Italian restaurant but for dessert I wanted to see the restaurant where he works as the head cook. Yes, this was a surprise to us too. After working there for only 3 days, they promoted him to head cook! When I had heard this, I pessimistically imagined he worked in a dive. Well, Not at all! This Vietnamese upscale restaurant was immaculate, decorative and expensive. The owner was friendly and told us how much potential she saw immediately in our son. He makes crepes ( yes, crepes in a vietnamese restaurant) better than she does. She carried on so much about how much they value him and his talents! I was beaming! He was sweet enough to credit me as his cooking role model, although I know that's not true, the kid is just a natural. The desserts were not only delicious but presented beautifully and the lovely owner insisted they be on the house. It was an enjoyable day! The next day he took the trip back home with us, so that he could visit with us and his friends for a few days. It is such a treat to have my boy back home for a little while anyway. We used to spend so much time together ( which I think I took for granted). Who knew how fast time would fly and take my baby with it. Now, when I get to see him, I savor each conversation, each hug even each disagreement. I savor each morsel of our visit like his patrons savor each drop of his yummy food.
(This picture of us is probably from about 8 years ago. Isn't he a sweetie pie?)

Friday, June 22, 2007

A womans heart

I have a secret. In fact I have many secrets. When I read this weeks Prompt what immediately came to mind was a line from the movie Titanic. It was towards the end, when VERY old Rose says, "A woman's heart is a deep ocean of secrets". That line resonates so well with me. I hold so many secrets deep in my heart and they fill my soul up with emotions. Like old Rose, I have many that I will never share with anyone. We all have secrets, some we keep to ourselves and some we share with only a trusted one. The reason My heart is filled with so many secrets is because most of these secrets aren't mine. I am "the trusted one". There seems to be something about my haircutting chair that resembles a confessional. I know it's me too. I am not only a good listener, I am a caring listener. People know they can trust me to keep their deepest secrets private. It gives me a good feeling to know I can help someone unload the burdens they've been carrying for sometimes many years. The problem ( for me) is that their secrets break my heart and fill my already too full head with worry. This week alone, I have had two people I care deeply for, confess something that has been tearing them apart. They've trusted no one else. I try to give advice to the best of my (limited) ability. I usually recommend counseling, because I truly believe in it and because I know they need expert and not a hairstylists advice. Although typically I am a chatterbox, I will take these precious secrets to my grave. I share almost everything in my life with My trusted one ( my husband) but NOT someone's entrusted secrets. Those, along with my own, will go deep into the heart of my ocean.

Friday, June 15, 2007

baby lucy


definition of Eccentricity
deviating from the recognized or customary character, practice, etc.; irregular; erratic; peculiar; odd: eccentric conduct; an eccentric person.

How bizarre, freaky and totally unconventional is this hair I am sporting?
What was my kooky mom thinking with this Pebbles meets bozo hairstyle? Forget turning into an old eccentric biddy
I've already been an odd eccentric baby!

for more Eccentricities- Click here

Tuesday, June 12, 2007

my cockapoodle is wackadoodle


I know I've already mentioned my mentally unstable Miss Molly a few times. I just need to talk about her again because she is really starting to worry me.
Her fears and nervousness have gotten much worse. She seems like she is always a major wreck. There is NO way she will go outside alone anymore. If Cosmo or one of us doesn't first step outside, she just shakes and creeps the other way. I am worried that soon she will have accidents in the house, or end up in doggy mental institute. Her vet appointment isn't until next month, but when I brought Cosmo in for his checkup, I did mention to the doc. how nervous Molly is. I told him the groomer suggested tranquilizers. He gave me some and told me it's better for her to have one than to be feeling so nervous at the groomer. I think she may need one every day. I had a weird daydream today, that he may suggest group therapy. Many dogs with many conditions sitting around a table ( kind of like that picture of the dogs playing poker) You've got your obsessive compulsive Mr. Jack Russell who just can't stop Jumping while licking himself. There is of course Mr. Pit Bull, the sociopath who sees no wrong in an occasional nip of a leg (or throat.) Mrs. Rot Weiler has a serious anger problem which causes her to chew off your ear/nose or couch. Miss Molly Wackadoodle sits far away from her( not to upset her own psycho anxiety problem.) Miss Frenchy Poodle is a compulsive shopper/scratcher/nail biter. And no group is complete without the depressed! So, looking quite sleepy sits ( and stays)-Mr. B. Hound. To try and Heal the pack is their Psychiatrist, an intelligent looking bitch, Ms. Chow Chow. She is trying some word association. (She Speaks)- "gentle" (they bark) -"ROUGH!" (she speaks)-"smooth" ( they bark) "ROUGH!" (she speaks)-"calm" (they bark) "ROUGH!"

okay I think it may be time for ME to start some medication and therapy

Monday, June 11, 2007

Sales are too expensive

I am done buying things On Sale. What constitutes a sale anyway? Did you ever wonder about that? Sure , there is merchandise that just isn't moving or popular, so they lower the price and we may settle for it. What about MEAT? Is that somedays less popular than others? NO! Recently my local butcher who is very friendly and usually has wonderful meat,
( DON'T even go there!!) said to me- " Lu, Are you interested in hamburgers, they're on sale- 12 burgers for 8.99.." that seemed like a good price, I like to keep them in the freezer for a quick dinner. Well, I was sick as a dog all night! I think he was overloaded with old beef, so he ground it into a quick sale, despite the consequences to his loyal (stupid) customers.
Also, recently there was a sale on pens at my local grocery store- Stop and Shop. Hmmmm, I think ... My son looses a pen a day at school.... let me stock up on some while they are so cheap. Well, guess what may be another reason for a sale- damaged items!
While using one of these pens, I look down to see TWO huge ink spots on my brand new blouse...." Holy Shit, this pen is leaking" and I throw it out. A week later my son has a huge ink spot on his jeans pocket where another bad pen was. The clincher that made me realize the whole lot was bad and I need to throw away the whole bunch... My husband had one in a little wire caddy he keeps all his eyeglass stuff in, you know... bottle of cleaner, little soft cloth, eyeglass case.... WHAT A MESS all over my kitchen table. ( thank goodness, the wood is covered by a glass top). This all reminded me of a wise thing my mother in law always told me.... " you have to be very rich to buy cheap" Which is so true, when you spend more and buy good quality it usually lasts and prevents you from having to buy it again and again. So that is that, No more sale item temptations........ (well, maybe only in the shoe dep't.)..........or handbags? but THAT'S IT! I MEAN IT!!

Friday, June 08, 2007

Spicy

For the first time ever!...I thought I would try my hand at some silly poetry with this weeks Sunday Scribblings prompt... (Please be kind)....(and except for fire being hot which made me think of spicy.., I have no idea why I used this picture)

The spice of life seems different as we go through a particular stage
From Spicy foods to Spicy Sex our tastes mellow as we age
In our 20's we enjoy spicy lobster fra diovolo sauce
followed by steamy sex on secluded sandy beaches
Our 30's we enjoy a healthy salad toss
with a victory kiss on the little league bleachers
In our 40's we discover Fra Diovolo= Awful stomach pain
As we're introduced to acid reflux and cronic weight gain

So we spice up our 40's with Extra fiber sprinkled on our Bran Flakes
As we add pepcid to our glucosamine for all those nasty joint aches
Then our 50's! Viagra brings back the spice of our youthful being
As does our new progressive lenses, (we realize we were hardly seeing)
In our 60's the spice of life is a quiet noon time snooze
and feeling awfully naughty if awake for the 10:00 news
The 70's seem pretty spicy just to be amongst our friends
enjoying long talks, short walks (thank god we've got depends)
Through our 80's and beyond our grateful seniors have found
the spiciest stage is now 'cause it's so hot still being around!