Home Sweet Home

Well this is where I live. My little house..it is perfect for me just the right size. I have two bedrooms, a kitchen with a small eating area, living room and one bathroom. It does have a full basement, which is nice in case of bad weather. My yard is small but it's okay...less to mow that way. I have a couple of adirondak chairs and a small table now on my porch. I sit outside with the dogs and read. I have a small deck on the back where I sit sometimes too. It's pretty shady in the back so it's usually a cooler choice. All in all it's a pretty comfortable spot.

Homer...Herman...Norman...hey you dog

Well I have a new addition to my home...it was an impulse buy at WalMart. In the WalMart parking lot to be exact. I pulled in a couple of weeks ago to do some shopping and there it was a big yellow sign that said...Boxer Puppies. With no one in the car to tell me no...I stopped the car, just to go look. There was a lady there trying to pick between two puppies...and there alone in the cage was the runt. He was half the size of the other pups...and he looked so pitiful. Most of you know that Beatrice was the runt, in fact she was small enough that Sarah carried her in the pocket of her hoodie. So it was fate...I had to get him. I didn't know what I was going to name him and was thinking about Beatrice and remembered that Bill had picked out her name. So on a whim I called him to tell him what I had done. He would have been the one telling me no..you don't need another dog...so maybe it was defiance that made me call and say ha! look what I can do without permission....anyway he said I should name him Homer. At first I didn't really think it was a good name...I thought he should have something more refined. But, without any better idea I stuck with Homer.

Upon arriving home we started in with the house training and frequent trips to go outside. I would start to praise him for his good behavior and I couldn't for the life of me think of Homer....I called him Herman once and then another time it was Norman. I was trying to think of something I could use as a key word to help me remember, and I thought of the Munsters..and they had Herman....no wait his name isn't Herman...crap! Well long story short I have remembered Homer now....and I liked the Munster part so he now answers to Homer Munster. Although if you say it in the right tone he will answer to Herman or Norman too.

When I grow up I want to be a ventriloquist!

I recently watched a whole DVD of Jeff Dunham....or as his partner Peanut would say..Jef..f Dun..HAM..... .com. Okay you have to watch it to understand that but omg it is so funny. I have watched his clips on You Tube so many times and I never get tired of seeing them and it never fails to make me laugh. Then yesterday I was talking to my daughter and she was telling me about her putting words into the dogs mouth when they were outside playing we were both laughing as she retold me the story. I have done the same thing many times, and mostly with animals although it works on people too. Once Todd and I were out front doing something and a couple of buzzards landed in the street to get some type of roadkill. I started talking for them, and I don't really know if Todd was amused but we stood there for the longest time with me talking for the buzzards, now I can't help but chuckle when I see one. Unsuspecting people in cars make a good choice also....if you watch there is always something funny that someone is doing and then even more funny with a running commentary. Jeff Dunham in his commedy DVD was talking about using it in the toy store...it was hiliarious. I immediately started thinking how often that would come in handy...of course that probably ranks up there with magicical powers as something that is probably a good thing I don't have. It's pretty much a given that I would abuse my powers. As I have gotten older I have said if I did it all over again I would study to be a meteorologist but I've decided for entertainment purposes a ventriloquist is the way to go.

The anatomy of a break up

Not nearly as interesting as "Grey's Anatomy", if only! TV breakups are always so heart wrenching and well, bogus....I mean she has cried and not slept etc. etc. and is there any running mascara?....red nose.....spotty skin...nope! The girls face, except for the heartbroken expression is perfect, the reality is.....if he sees you looking like this there is no chance he is going to take your butt back. He is going to leave the scene thanking his lucky stars! You look like crap, red eyes, bags, red splotchy skin, raw nose...pitiful yes, but not attractive. The truth is, by the time he has decided you aren't worth his time anymore, he is already gone. There is nothing left to fix. Emotionally he has checked out and all that is left is unloading his baggage, you. I don't have alot of experience being dumped, well except for this one guy, and believe it or not he has dumped me twice. How can this happen?!, you ask. Ah! That is the question, isn't it....see he caught me before I was completely over him the first time...yes I was starting to feel like life would go on, but not enough recovered to not be vulnerable to his charm. He had an epiphany, he really did love me and I was the one he wanted to be with....he had made a mistake...come back, come back....live with me....holy crap was I a total idiot or what?! His "epiphany" turned out to be just a virus....and he got over it. In retrospect he dated me about the same amount of time and broke up with me about the same time of year....wonder if he'll end up dating the same girl afterwards?! Bitter?!.....well yes, I am. My arguement....you were free of me, I was starting to move on....had I changed?....no, I was still the same person, so why, what made you think it was going to be different? Some have told me that maybe he is going through a mid-life crisis, I suppose that could be. He says it's nothing that I have done, it's just him...."It's not you, it's me". Isn't that from some made for TV movie? I told him, in one of my red nose crying jags, that he would be sorry, and that I was a catch, my only fault was my crappy taste in men....yes I said it, but reality is sometimes the "catch" of the day does get thrown back, and when the hook injury heals, life does go on...so in the words of "Dora" from Finding Nemo......just keep swimming, swimming, swimming.

I should apologize for venting, but hey, that's why I have a blog.....thanks!

Rest in Peace

Little Mation passed away peacefully on Friday January 4, 2008. She was about 14 years old. She was a really good dog and even though she couldn't hear she was the first to sound the alarm if there was someone around. She was always a gentle and sweet girl and loved her family. She leaves Beatrice behind, who I know will miss her spotted companion. If there is such a thing as dogs in heaven I know she will be welcomed by Cooper, Bear, Gizmo, Baby Blue, Jack, Martha and others.

Bah! Humbug!

and a Merry Christmas to you...or something like that. I don't know what is wrong with me this year. I haven't shopped yet....I haven't started sewing.....I barely decorated, it's pitiful! Why is it that some years I am totally in the mood and am decorating the day after Thanksgiving, busy sewing....buying presents...planning a menu...looking at new recipes, and this year, well...bah humbug. It could be a shortage of money, but then again, there is always a shortage of that, anyway that's how it seems. So what is it that gives you that Christmas spirit? I think about shopping and it's not really the thought of no money that stops me, it's the people....crowds of people, yuck! I think of baking or cooking and then I think of that diet that I need to go on...stay on...sewing?....well I don't know why I haven't started that...no good excuse for that one. I just seem to be in some kind of grinchy rut, I'm sure I'll snap out of it, but by that time I'll be doing everything at the last minute, out with the bigger crowds scrambling to pull everything together....well for now I sit here with you bloggers and my coffee...grumbling to myself....bah humbug!

Holiday Wish

To those of you that I hold dear...my children...my grandbabies...my parents....my friends and loved ones, I am especially thankful today for all of you, your love, support and friendship. We so often get busy in our lives and take for granted the things that mean the most. I know I don't tell you often enough just what you mean to me and how much I love you all. So today I'm taking the chance to be thankful and count all my many blessings.

May you all have a blessed and Happy Thanksgiving!