Thursday, April 9, 2015

New Technology Takes Off. Literally.

My father sent me a link today to this amazing video about The Aeromovil, a combination airplane and automobile.  Just wow:

Since it will cost "several hundreds of thousands of Euros," I think it should have all the features we need before Pepper and I consider purchasing one. So, I think I'll hold out for a Harrier-type version that can take off from stop and go traffic, instead of requiring a runway, before we place our order. And I do want it in blue.

In my dreams.

Dang. Wouldn't Buck have salivated over this?  Come to think of it, Murph might, too!

The Jetsons must be closer to moving next door than we think.

Monday, April 6, 2015

This, That, and Birdwalking

Happy day after Easter! It just wouldn't be Easter if I didn't post this iconic picture of Bouie Cottontail:

I'm pretty sure he's still embarrassed by that photo even all these years later.

We had our family gathering on Saturday night, minus The Son's family as they were somehow tied up. Younger Daughter brought her pup, Persi, so we had a wild and crazy time -- four Labradors, two toddlers, six adults, Easter food, and and Final Four basketball. It's so good to be able to celebrate holidays easily with family. As much as I may miss New Orleans sometimes, this is, and always will be, home. Ditching the 7 hour drive is pretty sweet, too.

Grandpa decided that the grandkids needed a homemade milkshake with real whipped cream and a cherry on top. Moogie went to Krogerville to buy some new cherries after seeing this on the jar in the pantry:

Elder Daughter wondered whether the jar was pre-Katrina. I'm pleading the Fifth.  But, everyone enjoyed the milkshakes!

Elder Daughter is just about to pop -- her second son is scheduled to be delivered by section on the 21st of this month, but I don't know if she'll hold out until then. He's going to be a big boy.

Younger Daughter and family are settling into their new home, mentioned in the last post. We've all been a little preoccupied with that move. SiL#2 will be taking a business trip next week, and YD is a little nervous about staying in the new house alone with Grandchild #5, so I may be heading over there for a good old-fashioned sleepover -- Mommy to the rescue! Even when one's child is 31 years old.

I saw the coolest thing in Saturday's newspaper:

Yep -- Superman's changing room is being nominated for the National Register of Historic Places in Prairie Grove, Arkansas! I hope it makes it.  Pay phones/phone booths are pieces of Americana that defined a couple of generations. Most kids these days don't even know what a corded telephone looks like -- or how they work. That reminds me of the time when Grandchild #1, then about 4 or 5 (now fifteen years old -- how did that happen?!?!) came to New Orleans for a visit and was exposed to the crank down windows in Pepper's little truck. He thought those were the coolest things ever because Grandpa let him roll them up and down, up and down. And up and down.

Moogie appears to be birdwalking just a titch.

It happens.

Friday, March 6, 2015

The Numbers All Add Up

Younger Daughter and her husband are buying their first home!  They were supposed to close today, but the weather over the last couple of days has thrown their lending officer into a tizzy, so it's delayed until next week. Younger Daughter is, to use her words, "tres bummed."

They really wanted to get the keys so they can start painting -- it's going to need a lot of loving "updating," having been a one-owner home built in 1974.  But it's got great bones and is structurally sound -- and they got a great deal on it from the heirs of the previous owner. I'm sorry they won't be able to have the family "camp in" they planned for tonight.

I think it'll be the perfect starter home for them.  It's larger than our rent house where they've been living.  When they first started looking, YD told me that her "must haves" were 3 bedrooms, at least 2 baths, a fenced yard, and a fireplace.

(A fireplace.  Younger Daughter is sooooo me.)

So, it has 3 bedrooms, 2 baths, a fenced yard, and a fireplace.

And a 2-car garage!  With a door that opens and closes! And it's in a stable, safe neighborhood.

I know it'll be a good home for them because "the numbers" work out great. (If I manipulate them a little.  Shhh, don't tell!) You remember the numbers, don't you? The ones that applied to Moogie's Manor, Moogie's Mansion, and various other of Moogie's dwellings. Those numbers were somehow related to the number 12.  Well, get this:

The address of YD's new house is 2919 "Persi" Lane.  Two + 9 + 1 + 9 = 21, and 21 is 12, backwards!

(See, I told you -- it's just a teensy manipulation!)

Even if the numbers are over-manipulated, there are still multiple digits in the street number.  That's important right now, too. Moogie's Manor is 14212; Elder Daughter's is 13707; Younger Daughter's will be 2919! It's just meant to be, don't you think?

(Where is Buck to make fun of me when I need him?)

Speaking of dogs -- Pepper was mean yesterday when he had the audacity to go outside in the snow without any dogs. Can you tell?

Sunday, March 1, 2015

Weekend Observations, Stolen Stuff, and Being Royal

Winter reared its frigid head around these parts the last couple of weeks. Most of the snow has melted (although there's more in the forecast for Wednesday), but we were pretty much housebound for days. The novelty wears off pretty quickly. (I know -- I hear the "wah, wah, wah" from you folks who have winters that regularly last longer than a few weeks. But you must remember that Moogie is a Southern girl!). Consequently, I've spent a LOT of time on Facebook this past week, so I thought I'd share a few giggles I found there.

Sad commentary.

Then there's the really bad pun:

Heh. A math joke that even I get!

We've all had a little cabin fever and been cooking obsessed. I had lots of help in the kitchen:

And, even dogs get cabin fever and go nuts when they finally get to romp outdoors:

We went through quite a bit of firewood. Yappy found the fire mesmerizing. She also found the firewood to be a tasty snack:

But, I think this is my favorite Facebook steal. Pepper posted it and tagged me in it with the caption, "OMG. It's Moogie!" And, of course, he was correct:

He later acknowledged in the comments that he's just a lowly unpaid Consort. It's good when a man recognizes his place.

And it's good to be Queen.

Happy Sunday!

Sunday, February 22, 2015

Home again, Home again!

Just back home from NOLA and a very chilly Mardi Gras. Winter Storm Warnings for today and tomorrow here.

My internal thermostat is confused!

Pics to follow.

Thursday, February 12, 2015

Happy Reunion -- Get Out the Tissues

This video is out of Chicago, from the ABC affiliate there. It depicts the arrival of a bomb-sniffing dog named Clia in the airport concourse after her retirement. She was surprised by her former handler who has been allowed to adopt her. Her sheer joy at seeing him, and his obvious love for her, are genuinely heartwarming. I get happy tears every time I watch it -- and I've watched it a lot!

Her handler, SGT Jason Bos, says, "It's time for her to retire and live the couch life." I love  the comments left on the original post on Facebook.

Sunday, February 8, 2015

Sunday Musings

Today's Arkansas Democrat-Gazette notes that "the Chinese government confiscated 8,000 rolls of toilet paper and 20,000 packages of tissue paper that were to be sold during the Chinese New Year and that were adorned with unflattering images of [Hong Kong's] pro-Beijing chief executive." Who do they think they are? The IRS?

I'm really, really glad I don't live in China. I'd wind up in jail for sure.

How 'bout that Brian Williams! He's laying low until the Liar-gate kerfuffle blows over. I'd say his credibility is pretty well shot. I won't miss him, though -- we don't watch the letter networks' national news. There are some good gigs at him circulating around Facebook -- this is one of my favorites:

I've also seen depictions of him at Iwo Jima and with Abe Lincoln, among others. Heh.

The girl dogs have been getting a little pushy when it comes to our snacks:

"Hand over the cheese dip and no one gets hurt."

That's all I've got. I think I might go take a little nap.  See ya.