After reading both Elise and Meegan's blogs - I am inspired to enter a new post. Inspired, yes. Actually succeeding at a decent post is an entirely different thing as I'm not as clever as these two offspring of mine. I've decided that they inherited their Dad's knack for writing a good yarn. Or should I say 'spinning'? Ha. But to give myself credit, their musical ability is all mine!
As evidenced by the photo below, alas, our dead Christmas tree still graces the living room. Every year I threaten to buy a blasphemous tree (Cathy's kids description of artificial trees) from Robert's - but I wasn't inspired (there's that word again) to spend the money on a tree that doesn't smell good. Someone needs to replicate this smell in a candle. So far no one has succeeded. I bet the replicaters on Voyager could.
I took a night picture to disguise how close my house is to burning down if someone even thinks about lighting a match. I'm calling someone from the Buena Vista neighborhood to see if they'd like a another tree to add to their burning frenzy tomorrow night. Although, burning our tree will be only about five seconds of excitement for a ...what's the word for someone who loves starting fires?...pyromaniac?
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~Mary and Mike are moving back to St. George. YAY!! They rented a house in Ivins. It's so peaceful and quiet out there. Heeeyyyy - I want to move to Ivins! Annalisa gets to stay and play house whilst they go back and pack up more things to bring up. They say a garage sale is in the works.
~Carlie is in heat. And I thought someone just spilled on the couch. Uh Duh! Eww! Mary's Golden Retriever named Jack is going nuts clear out in Ivins. Anyone who's ever had a dog in heat knows about the strange things that
occur during this period- no pun intended. Kind of like human females - and not. They bleed all over, their appetites are voracious, they wear sanitary pads (they haven't quite invented doggie tampons yet - eww- who wants to go there?), they get depressed and they try everything to escape the confines of the house and yard. The one thing that's different between canines and their human counterparts during this precarious time is that we humans chase our men out of the house and yard, while the canines happily invite them in. Carlie is a very high maintenance dog. You have to pay attention to her, and her only. She paws at you until you pet her. And pet her. They say Cocker Spaniels are 'merry' dogs and this is true - until they go into heat. Yikes! She's 3 years old and we've been lucky that the neighborhood traveling salesmen haven't gotten to her....knock on wood. Remember Lowell? His mother was a Dalmation and he inherited the markings a a German Shorthair - how could that have happened? He was born white like a Dalmation right? Unh hunh.
This will be a long three weeks, like this item of news about Carlie. Okay. I'm done about Carlie. She's on the right in the picture telling me she's hungrier than Kimber.
~ It's finally in my head that I have 2 days off work. Today felt like Saturday and all day I kept thinking "Oh no, tomorrow's 9 o'clock church!" So happily today is Friday and I get to sleep in tomorrow.
I thought the picture with Kimber's screaming monkey was appropriate for this post. Look at how beat up that poor monkey is! It's been out in the rain, loved on by Kimber, stolen by Carlie for months - yet it lives and screams on. Especially in the middle of the night kicking it on the way to the bathroom in the dark. AAUUGGHH! Kimber sure loves her stuffies.
