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Memorial Day Weekend Work

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Hubby and I have been busy this past weekend. He has been home since Friday afternoon and that's when the ball got rolling. Saturday and Sunday are a blur of at home work projects. He disassembled a grill he found along side the road and created a fabulous outdoor prep table complete with gas burner (this will be great come canning season- no more boiling hot kitchen!). We also cleaned the garage and took three wagons full of crap to the dumpster, including the tractor needed removal of the garbage filled barrel near the garage that was too gross and too heavy to move on our own. Saturday also included the extension of one garden, adding to it about 8 new bearded iris plants. And the beginning of a new garden underneath our lilac trees.
Hubby went to the "Man Store" known to most as the hardware store on Sunday and bought more stuff for more projects! So in the 90 plus degree weather and sun- Hubby and I worked more. I more then tripled the size of the new garden under …

Spoiler Alert!!!

I know I'm late, but it's been an emotional whirwind here at the house. That and I have been keeping myself distracted from the pain of losing Doggie-Pup by gardening. Wow- is all I can say, honestly. Never have I accomplished so much gardening in an entire summer much less in one week!!!

Add to that, Saturday I shot photos of my nephew's soccer game, a hot rod car show, and Kirin's 1700 photo spectacular- stay tuned for pics later this week!!!

As for the title of this post- here's my review of both the NCIS season finale and Grey's Anatomy...

First NCIS- I cried. A lot. Both Hubby and I shed tears, both for being emotional wrecks and anything remotely sad evokes the tears easily- but really? Ducky? They off'd him via heart attack on a beautiful beach that reminded me all too much of Onslow Beach in NC on Camp Lejuene. But then you never get to see if Jethro and Abby and Tony and Ziva are okay after the bomb went off??? Epic not cool!!! They never should ha…

Day Three

This morning was the third sunrise without her. The third morning I reached for her dog bowl that wasn't on the floor.

This is the second day that I walked ou tthe back door saying from force of habit- "Shadow, you're in charge!". The second day I've talked to her like she was still there. We hung laundry on the line outside together. I told her to go to bed, I was going to run the vacuum. We put laundry away while watching her favorite afternoon TV shows. It hurts less if I talk to her. I can still smell her in the one blanket I didn't wash. I can still smell her in the stuffed animal tucked into my pillowcase- if I can smell her, she's still here.

Last night was the first night in over 6 years that we prepped, cooked, and ate a meal without a begging dog. In the beginning- it was Dottie. Hubby and mines diabetic, no bark, blind in one eye Dalmation. Now it was Shadow. There was no tripping over dog in the kitchen as Hubby brought the steaks to the grill…

I Don't Know How...

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I got out of bed, grumbling that my yardwork sore body was moving at 1:30 in the morning. I let Doggie-Pup out the back door, still grumbling under my breath and wishing her midnight potty times would stop. I went and got a drink of water and went back to the door, watching her down by the barn doing her business. She finished, turned, and started back towards the door, but was walking like she was drunk. She got to the back door, and looking completely confused turned around and faced away. I said, "Hey, doors this way, sweetie..." She sat down and didn't respond with her "Yeah, I know mom," look over the shoulder. Instead her hind legs gave out and she sat down with a thump on the side walk, panting like I've never heard her pant before. I tried to open the door but bumped her bottom with it, and she fell completely- her front legs gave out.

In a tearful panic, afraid of what was happening to her, I ran back into the bedroom, grabbing my robe, and woke H…

Things

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Things That Piss Me Off...  As if the Gulf Oil Spill disaster didn't give anyone the right reasons to boycott BP Gas stations--- This inflamatory bullshit certainly does. If I didn't have less then 10 miles left on the gas tank of my loaner vehicle (my truck is busted, another thing that twists my nipple)- I sure as shit would not have gotten gas there!!! Wow- just when you thought the Trayvon Martin stuff had died down- seriously??? What the Holy F*** you egotistical assholes!!! I say we go to the web URL and tell them what raving piss heads they are!!!! F*** OFF BP!!! F*** OFF!!! May your stocks tank and your company implode!!!!

Things That Make Me Happy- Rain drops on Monster....
A New Kind of Beverage...
Getting My Photo Credited...
Completing Week 10 of my Themes- 365...

Ugh...

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I am not going to lie to you all... I feel like poop today.

My wonderful BFF Mouse stayed over last night and I gave her the first ever Indian food she's tasted- Chicken Tikka Masala with steamed rice and the uber tasty homemade tortillas my Hubby made. Added to it, LOTS fo cilantro and Greek yogurt. We were both sad when we couldn't finish what was left on our plates :(

Before dinner, she and I took in a nature walk at my parents, back in their woods. That was fun. I took lots of pictures (as always) and here on the blog are a few shot from last night. After dinner and once we figured out nothing was on TV last night- Mouse and I sat down at the computer and worked on a couple playlists- she's just as, if not more musically intune then I. So who better fitting to help me tweak my "Storm Chasing" playlist and help along in the recreation of the "Inappropriate On Scene" playlist.

This morning, however, a new beast has risen. My body is on revolt. My wond…