Thursday, May 21, 2015

Time Passages

My dearest friend has two of these clocks -- one for her home in Little Rock, and one for their place on the Little Red River. It suits her to a tee.

It's starting to fit me, too:



Ain't it the truth!

I'm going to Book Club tonight.  The assignment is yet another teenage angst novel.  That's what happens when you join a Book Club full of thirty-something high school teachers and social workers -- you read a lot of teenage angst. At least there was no sex in this one.  Reading about teenage sex kinda creeps me out.

Oh, well -- the wine ic chilling and it'll be a fun and relaxing evening, because . . . whatever.

Monday, May 18, 2015

Hillary's Pants Spontaneously Combust Courtesy of Judicial Watch

So. Hillary knew nothing about the Benghazi attacks on September 11, 2012, other than some American film critical of Mohammed caused a few annoying problems in northern Africa.

Not according to documents obtained by Judicial Watch from the Departments of State and Defense. The whole Obama Administration knew something was afoot, and they knew it ten days in advance of the slaughter.

Liar, liar, pants on fire. That's not an attractive look, Ms. Presidential Candidate.


Thursday, May 14, 2015

Family Growth, Drama, and Life in these Somewhat Turbulent United States.

It's been the busiest of times in a Moogie's World lately!

My bestest Mother's Day gift arrived early --  Meet Clayton Patrick ("Clay"), Grandbaby #6, born April 12th at 7 lbs 14 oz, and 21" long!



He not only arrived a little early, he also gave us quite a scare.

His Mama is Rh Negative, and he's Rh Positive. You may recall that Elder Daughter had a problem after the birth of her first son and it ultimately took two DNCs, a month and a half apart, to give her the relief she needed. This time around, even though she had undergone massive RhoGam therapy, and delivered by Cesarean section to avoid the retained placenta issue, the problems with blood landed in Baby Clay instead of ED.

He was "Coombs Direct positive," and, at the advanced age of 1 day, he was diagnosed with anemia, Hemolytic Disease, RH Autoimmunization, and Hyperbilirubinemia. Essentially, his little red blood cells were being destroyed by his own immune system, and his little liver was having trouble disposing of them. After a consult with a Neonatologist he was whisked away to the NICU (Neonatal Intensive Care Unit), before the eyes of his terrified big brother and bawling mother, where he was expected to remain from 7 - 10 days. They immediately began phototherapy (imagine all the lights on an airport runway being crammed into a plexiglass incubator), Gammaglobulin to block the antibodies, and lots of IV and oral fluids to flush out the compromised red blood cells.  After her discharge, either SiL#1 or I drove ED to the hospital every four hours so she could feed the baby. Every little bit of fluid mattered.

And, by golly, he showed them!  The little guy improved so dramatically and consistently that he was moved to the step-down NICU in two days and discharged in three more! Elder Daughter had a much happier Mother's Day than we feared a month ago.


The dogs are doing well, even though Moogie's Manor has been invaded by active grandchildren on a regular basis. Sometimes Yap's littermates come for a visit, too, and they play so hard and so long that they wear themselves out. That's not necessarily a bad thing.



I love this pic of Bouie. It looks like he has a handlebar milk mustache, but that's really just his dignified graying snout.


I'm trying something different this spring-- a raised veggie and herb garden in the side yard:


So far, so good!

And, it's time for popsicles! Here are Numbers Four and Five on the day Baby Clay came home from the hospital. Younger Daughter thought ahead -- she lured them outside to eat their Popsicles and took off their shirts. Clever Younger Daughter.



Number Three performed in her Dance Recital last night -- "Ye Olde Toy Shoppe." She danced the roles of "Rainbow Looms" (I'm a little behind -- what is a Rainbow Loom?) and "American Girl Dolls." DiL says that #3 has a love-hate relationship with dance. Heh. She definitely has sass!


Number Two will celebrate his 9th birthday on Saturday!! Nine?!?! Seriously?!?!


Oh well, there are tulips and an orchid in the kitchen and life is good at Moogie's Manor, despite the fact that the Little Rock Police Department is investing in riot gear for every officer. Do you suppose they know something that we don't?


Seriously, do you suppose they know something that we don't?

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!