WW - A dogs life

THursday Thunks v9.25

Welcome to the Thursday Thunks! Where we make you think a little bit before you blog!

This week we will answer:

A simple question. What makes you feel old? That is on my mind today because what makes me feel old is the fact that 14 years ago today I was giving birth for the first time. I was 21 years old.... 14 years ago I was 21. My baby girl that was just 7lbs is now a 14 year old moody teenager. I don't feel old enough to have a 14 year old. Not even close.

.... and tell your friends!


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Sunday Stealing

I had nothing else to do tonight and noticed Kimber, once again, did another meme.... seems that just a couple months ago she was getting pissy at me because she didn't understand what a meme even was. Now she does so many it makes my head spin. So I'm stealing it and doing it.

Cheers to all us thieves!

Sunday Stealing: The "All About Me" Meme

Complete each sentence.

I am: not sure why I'm doing this.

I think: it's probably to get out of making supper tonight.

I know: I'm not hungry and when I'm not hungry I have no desire to cook - even if my family is starving.

I have: taught them all to use the microwave.

I wish: they would use it.

I hate: it when I sit down at this laptop to do something and thats when the dogs decide they want in.

I miss: my bestest friend, Missy, and our morning coffees.

I fear: a lot of stupid thing. Today was falling off the dock at the lake. Like I was going to fall off - but my feet were frozen and I wanted to cry.

I hear: some movie with Jodie Foster playing in the background. The husband is watching it.

I smell: nothing. Because the dogs are outside.

I crave: a cigarette.

I search: I just can't get past Kimber's answer -- I search on Google.

I wonder: what you are wondering about.

I regret: many things, but yet I don't know that I would change them if I could.

I love: my demons, my husband, my bestest friend, my best friend, my other friends (who aren't less important, but they don't have a special name), my family, my pets and my flannel sheets.

I ache: every fricken morning.

I am not: impressed that my demon #1 just pushed a rug across the kitchen.

I believe: that I just taught my child the basic law of noodle cooking. "Do I have to use exactly 6 cups?" Of course not.

I dance: to embarrass my children.

I sing: country songs.

I cry: a lot lately.

I fight: with my demons about stupid things.

I win: ....... I have no answer for this.

I lose: at most fights with the demons.

I never: not wake up in the morning.

I always: wipe after I relieve myself.

I confuse: everyone I come into contact with.

I listen: to my husband snore at night and demon #2 snore from across the house.

I can usually be found: on InsanityCafe or Facebook - phsycially? Sitting right here at my kitchen table.

I am scared: of pretty much everything nowadays.

I need: to pee.

I am happy about: that the demons are cooking their own food now.

I imagine: a world with many golden puppies.

It's a Sunday

I'm sitting here watching the clock tick down until the girls leave for PopTalk/Confirmation Class so I can jump in the shower and get myself ready for church.

Parents have to go to church as a requirement starting this year. Parents should go to church with their children, it's only common sense, but this year the parents have to answer questions - just like the students - about the church service/sermon. I don't know how I feel about that.

Yeah I do. I don't like it. I don't like being told that I HAVE to go to church every Sunday and I sure don't like having "homework" attached to it. While you are in confirmation classes, sure... makes sense. But why the parents? It takes a lot away from the reason you are going to church in the first place, IMO.

I left the Catholic church because of their rules and I fell in love with the Lutheran church because of the laid back, welcoming feel when you walk in the door. I never felt welcomed at a Catholic church like I do at ours. But now? Now all of a sudden there is this obligation attached to going and I don't like that. I want to go because I want to go... not because someone tells me I have to go so I can answer questions so my children can be confirmed.

I just think it's wrong. It's like having to pass some graduation test so my child can graduate from high school.

Me & a candy bar - my Thursday Thunk

Ok did anyone expect me NOT to say what I'm about to say?

I'd be a Peanut Butter Cup, of course!

Not just because I love them to the point that they have become a necessity in life, but because ... well, once you know me, like a PBCup... I become a necessity in your life. Could you imagine a world with no PBCups? Ask those who know me & love me what a world would be like without me.

You'll get the same answer.

Peanut Butter & chocolate go together in many different ways - as I do. I can get along with a variety of personality types. (maybe I'm a variety of personality types)

Best of all.. delicious. Which I am. I am just a delicious part of anyone's life. A must have.... an addiction of sorts. I'm perfect anytime of year, any month, any time of day. In the morning I'm the best - with a cup of coffee of course. Mornings are WONDERFUL times of the day! I'm great in the afternoon and perfect as a bedtime snack.

I'm also very full of myself, which is what happens when PBCups are around - I fill up on them!



*note: I am usually not full of myself... or so vain. Only in extreme silly moods, which now is one of those times.

Thursday Thunks v9.18 - Candy Bars & You

Welcome to the Thursday Thunks! Where we make you think a little bit before you blog!

This week we will think about:

Candy Bars and you.

Think of yourself... then think of a candy bar. What comes to mind? Is it all chocolate? Is it sweet? Salty? If you had to describe yourself & your personality by creating a "you" candy bar, what would it be?

Then tell us.....

.... and tell your friends! And....don't forget to link back to us and visit other's Thursday Thunks and comment! (thats the most important part, afterall.)

Dirty Sinks & Flushing Toilets

This morning my face just felt like it needed a good washing. This is something I usually do at night, but this morning I just wanted a clean face. So I went into the bathroom, let Serena drink for a little bit and finally got tired of waiting for her to get that perfect drip to drink to satisfy her feline OCD and I turned the water on hot.

Funny how fast a cat will jump off a counter when their head gets soaked.

I splash hot water on my face.. opens up the pores, you know. It's funny, I always think of a sauna when I wash my face. It's like it's my reminder on what to use - hot or cold. So I wet my face down and grab Demon #2's "Morning Burst" facial cleanser. Morning Burst - everyone can use one of those, right? I lather it up and start rubbing it all over my face. Soap near my eyes doesn't bother me so I'm rubbing it into my eyebrows and all over. Maybe it's an art form, but I can accomplish this without getting any in my eyes. I'm doing this as I'm looking at my horrid reflection in the mirror. When did my eyes get so... sunken in? Must have been somewhere between the birth of the 1st & 2nd demon.

So I'm looking in the mirror and I look down.

A washcloth that needs to be washed.

The sink is dirty. And full of bubbles. If it can clean my face it can clean the sink, right?

So I grab the washcloth and start wiping out the sink. I don't know how we get this brown film behind the faucet, but we do. I don't have any now because I cleaned it off. Yuck. Then I notice the dried toothpaste on the counter. Doesn't anyone see the toothpaste fall off the toothbrush? I suppose it's just like the slippers that are right now laying in the middle of the kitchen... Mom will take care of it.

So I clean off the toothpaste that's dried... really dried to the counter. This actually needs a fingernail to get all of it off. Yuck. Must have been there for days. As I'm doing this I look over and see all the hair that's accumulating in the corners of the counter. No, it's not pet hair. It's human hair. I handed down a wonderful gene to the demons - thick and constant shedding hair. I wipe off all of the counter. All clean. Wow. I've accomplished quite a bit before 7:30 in the morning!

I turn around and see the toilet. Ahhh yes, that hasn't been cleaned in a week so I grab the cleaner from under the sink and start squirting it into the toilet. I turn around to grab the toilet brush - those things are actually really disgusting when you think about it, you know that? I reach down ------

OUCH!! WHAT THE HELL?!?!?! WHY ARE MY EYES BURNING????

Ooops. I was washing my face, wasn't I... and I sorta got sidetracked and forgot to rinse the soap off my face. It's now found its way into my right eye and is burning like a ******-******!!! I rinse it off quick and so one of those hand-as-a-cup-of-water eye washing tricks, dry my face off as Demon #1 comes into the bathroom. I go out and grab my now-cold cup of coffee. I dump the cold coffee and get myself a nice hot refill.

Then I hear it....

The toilet bowl cleaner is flushed down the toilet.

My bathroom counter & sink is clean, though.

And so is my face.

Wordless Wednesday - the first fall leaves (leaves that fall?)

Camera Critters 9.13

It's Chico again this week! Nothing much to say about him.. he's Chico.
Ok, I thought of something. My best friend, Melissa, is doing her first CameraCritters this week with the brat-dog Athena & that freaky looking bird.
When her daughter, Jenna, was born she was living in the same town I live in and we spent almost every morning in my kitchen having coffee. From the 1st day she brought Jenna over (probably just a couple weeks old) Chico was in love... if Jenna would so much as squeak, Chico would be right there, up on his hind legs wanting to know what was wrong. And if we would put Jenna on the floor he would just lay by her feet. It was the absolute cutest thing! But if she cried... LOL Didn't matter where he was, he'd come running. Not sure what he thought he was gonna do to help her, but he wanted to try!

Thursday Thunk Version 9.11

Welcome to the Thursday Thunks! Where we make you think a little bit before you blog!

This week we will think about:

Pick somebody and tell us about them.

Who? I don't care who... tell us about your grandma, your plumber, the guy down the street that never opens his shades, the broad at the grocery store who you want to shove the plastic bags up her nose, the idiot who cut you off on the freeway yesterday, the little kid who held the door open for you and you were so in shock at the kindness that you forgot to say thank you... you pick. You are the one thinking about this, not me.

So who are you going to talk about?

.... and tell your friends! And....don't forget to link back to us and visit other's Thursday Thunks and comment! (thats the most important part, afterall.)

Praying for Garage Sales and Food Parties

I'll be MIA for the next few days - not that I'm regularly blogging or anything anyway. I've got the TT to magically appear at 11:59 tonight so hopefully (got your fingers crossed?) it will be ready for all you TT'ers tomorrow.

Why am I going to be MIA? Two words - Garage. Sale. Yep. We're dumb. We're having a garage sale tomorrow - Saturday. It's at my parents house, but I've got a table full of stuff there and I'll have to help collect the moola as it comes in. Our town is having thier annual "Pioneer Days" which some people refer to as the greatest show on dirt. I don't think it's all that special, but it brings in thousands of people to town to stand and stare at 100 year old farm equipement. Yeehaww.

So somewhere down the line someone thought it would be a great idea to have a garage sale the same weekend because... well, there is thousands of people in town. Then someone else copied them, someone copied them and now we basically have an unoffical city-wide garage sale.

I also had this brilliant idea to help my sister get some credit at a Tastefully Simple show she had a month or so ago and I am having a party on Friday. Yep, in the middle of all this crap. What the hell was I thinking? So tomorrow (tomorrow is Thursday, right?) I have to find some time to sneak home and make a bunch of sample dips and stuff. Yep, these shows YOU make the stuff for the show, it's kinda cool.

Oh yeah... and somebody is coming to fix our furnance in the morning.

Oh... and in an hour I've got to be at church for a confirmation meeting with the demons. Demons & church - they go to together because our pastor finds it incredibly wonderful to give his bible school/confirmation students caffienated soda and candy. He's been talked to about this... many times.... and he pulls his hair out every week, but yet... the next week? Guess whats there for the kids? But you know what? The kids absolutley adore our pastor and thats a good thing.

So if I am not clinically insane by Sunday... someone just admit me anyway 'cause it'll be a'coming!

Wool socks and $100 Bills

So I wake up to 35 degree temps this morning (shit... forgot to cover my roses last night) and it's 50some degrees in the house. I don't want to turn on the furnace yet because 1. its September and 2. it's being fixed this week so I don't want to start it.

So instead I grab some hot coffee and do some snowmobile designs!

It's really not warming me up, though.

$100 Bill



then it's on to more duct tape, fishing & Thanksgiving.