Sunday, August 18, 2013

Some Things Obviously Never Change

I was going to do a post on Obama versus the rodeo clown, but the whole darn tempest-in-a-teapot is in itself so darn absurd I figured I couldn't come close to making it appear a lttle sillier.  I mean, the guy's a clown, y'all!

Instead, this being the eve of Bouie's 7th birthday, I felt he deserved a little attention.

Not that it's positive attention or anything.

Yep.  Bouie's in the metaphorical doghouse.

Remember waaaay back in the summer of 2010 when I documented Bouie's boy-dog warfare against the plants at Moogie's Mansion?  How he was nefariously and systematically "watering" them to death?

Guess what.

Yep.  I waited a little too long to get the rosemary topiary transplanted to the flowerbed and he got it.  Poor little rosemary.  Plus, just what in the heck does he think he's doing, "watering" on the deck?!?!  It doesn't make for a very pleasant aroma, I can tell ya.

*sigh*  What are you gonna do . . . .

Friday, August 9, 2013

Happy Monthsday! (And Other Goings On)

Mysti Puppy Girl is 10 months old!  She met her new vet on Monday -- she's up to 59 pounds!  Long, lean, lanky, and as crazy as a June bug.  Seriously, there is more puppy in that puppy than in a whole litter of Jack Russell terriers (and that's saying something!).  She literally bounces off the walls (and the couch, and people sitting on the couch!  You should see the bruises.).

In other news, the IRS needs some serious supervision (or abolition), and the Hasan/Ft. Hood massacre trial is breaking my heart.  I'm not sure how I want the punishment to be meted out.  It would be interesting to see whether Obama would order a death sentence carried out, but sentencing Hasan to death would play right into his -- and radicalized Muslims' -- hand, worldwide.  But, the idea of paying for him to eat and have the very best medical care galls my soul. 


And, in happier news, The Son is no longer the World's Oldest First Lieutenant!  He's now among the World's Oldest Captains!  He was pinned a few weeks ago, and DIL's uncle threw a very nice Promotion Party for him last night.  Pepper's brother from Wyoming just happened to be in the state for his high school reunion.  He stayed with us Wednesday night, and went to the party with us last night.  Their sister came to the Big City for the party, too (she and her husband live in a little town near Lake DeGray that's just kind of a wide spot on the highway).  Here's the family reunion --

They don't look like one another very much, huh?  Heh. I love my in-laws!  Since, until recently, we all lived in three different states, we have learned that we must take every opportunity that comes along to get together.  All too often that's at a sad occasion as we lay a loved one to rest.  This, however, being a happy event, made the gathering all the better.  Now, if we can just get brother-in-law to move back to the Home State . . . .

Have a Happy Friday!  I will!

Tuesday, August 6, 2013

Of Squirrels and Bathtubs

My squirrel resistant birdfeeder is proving up to the task, but the other one has been compromised.  They have figured out that they can hang upside down on the chain and tug open the top, then swing it a little, spilling copious amounts of seed to the ground where they munch at leisure. This maneuver and its consequences also pleases the herds of chipmunks that live below the deck.


On a different note, have I ever mentioned  that, while Moogie's Mansion had 4 bathrooms, they were all very small and had strange old bathtubs.  Not clawfoot or anything, but just uncomfortable tubs. Consequently, I rarely, if ever, took baths, opting for showers instead.  Since moving to the Manor, however, I have become a convert to the pleasures of a bath.  Our master bath has a whirlpool tub and separate shower (in which we replaced the shower head with a big honkin', multi-stream shower head! Love me some "oxygenated" shower.).   I had no idea what I've been missing!  Not only is a whirlpool a wondrous thing, there is also a skylight so I can watch the clouds roll by as I relax.  This is the view from my tub --

Photo: This is the view from my bathtub. Sweet.

Take that, squirrels!  As long as I can relax and get clean at the same time, you can't raise my blood pressure too high no matter how many times I have to re-set the birdfeeder!  BIRD being the operative part of that word.

I hope they don't figure out how to get on the roof and torment me through the skylight.

Thursday, August 1, 2013

The Very Definition of Relief

Houston, the POD is empty!

Unpacked, no, but we can send the POD back to POD
Land where we hope never to see it again. But,  the POD concept kinda rocks. We can recommend It with aplomb!