Age is Just a Number

Today's Chuckle

Pups in Training

 

I Hear Spring Coming!

                                              

Yesterday I heard the cheerful and familiar churp of a robin.....then I heard a Harley.

Whacky Day

I came up with a new phrase:   Culturally Non-Integrated.   If it gets around, used and becomes the social and political buzz word for the month, you heard it here first.

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2007 has been way too busy for its own good.  This a.m. as I stopped to fill the car with gas for the second time in 5 days, it was a 3 swipe/3 whack kind of morning:   3 swipes before my card would register, and 3 whacks on the big 85 before it decided to let me pump gas.   As I drove to work Led Zeppelin...then Jethro Tull...then Eric Clapton all combined with the bright sunshiney day that almost...almost caused me to miss my exit to work.   Just keep drivin' on down the road.  Leave the busyness behind.

Then I worked... a busy day, where I whacked my thigh muscle not once, but twice on the conference room table that doesn't move.   Then I commuted home in brain-numbing, traffic-jamming slowness to meet the electrician who waited an extra 20 minutes for me.   Blasted over to pick up my stepdaughter, then blasted on over to church where I had yet another appointment.  This was different though.  I met someone for the first time who'd read this blog.   I had planned to be there 45 minutes max, so with no dinner under my belt I stayed until 8:40.   The bonus at the end of the day?  besides a Good Times hamburger at 9p.m.....  This individual - who I met this evening - and I may start a new and different women's group.   If it works out, you may just hear more about it.   But for now, it's off to wind down...

Poo Bog

This week we will break the current record of 63 days of standing snow in Denver.   My back yard is half snow, 1/4 mud, 1/4 bog.   I have two dogs.

Yesterday, after a few weeks...okay, maybe a month....well, I admit it could be longer than a month....we went out to pick up poo.   Call it laziness, call it too-darned-cold to get my hiney out there, call it whatever you want - we've let a smidge of time pass before tackling this Project.   After all, if it is frozen in the snow, really what can you do about it shy of getting an ice-poo chipper?

I showed up with a hoe and rake.  Okay the rake was hopeful thinking.  John showed up with the flat shovel with a broken handle from the last time, and trash bag lined cat litter bucket (how appro-poe....or is it poo??).  You know how they harvest cranberries in a bog...with the water net rake thingy?  We needed something more akin to that only with cheesecloth.   Is this grossing you out yet?   Let's just say we won't be holding a flipflop garden party out there anytime soon.
   

Buy Dark Chocolate....Lot's Of It

 

...And Don't Leave the Planet!

 

While reading about this interestingly strange story about Lisa Nowak and her diaper donned escapades, I came up with a couple questions.   Since she was temporarily removed from her duties and consequently ordered to wear a monitoring device, I wonder if she was required to hand over her passport.    Then I wondered....do you need a passport to travel by space shuttle off the planet??

Doggone Cute

That's my girl!