Shirl had a post about the Monarch butterfly the other day and said that only they live 2-4 weeks in the butterfly stage. I'll never look at a butterfly again without thinking about their precarious lifespan.
Today and yesterday I've been visited by a beautiful black and blue butterfly. It's large and mostly black with a soft blue color on the bottom third of its wings. It put on a show for me by walking in a circle then flapping its wings up and down. Turn around half circle to the left this time, up and down with the wings. "Yes, I see you, blue butterfly, and am honored that you stopped by."
Back again on the porch this morning as I opened the door to let Buddy out. Then she was off to see the flowers nearby.
I've looked at butterfly images and can't seem to find one like this little guy.
Showing posts with label Buddy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Buddy. Show all posts
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Pee-U
I just went to let my dog out and saw him following something furry. On closer examination I saw it was a SKUNK!
Poor old Buddy is almost blind but he was able to follow it cautiously and was trying to close in on it about the time I realized it was a skunk. I was trying to call him back because I knew it would spray him.
He came back inside and left the skunk to mosey on over to the neighbor's yard. The skunk's stink safely intact. Whew! That was a close one!
Poor old Buddy is almost blind but he was able to follow it cautiously and was trying to close in on it about the time I realized it was a skunk. I was trying to call him back because I knew it would spray him.
He came back inside and left the skunk to mosey on over to the neighbor's yard. The skunk's stink safely intact. Whew! That was a close one!
Friday, January 19, 2007
Just back from running some errands and stopping to pick up some fast food breakfast for Mother and I. Before I could sit down to eat I had to engage in a game of "Monkey Man".
You know how a dog or a cat will depend on certain rituals? You know, your dog expects his food and water bowl to be in a certain spot. They lie down in a certain place, their playtime is done a certain way. Buddy is 6 years old and he hasn't been playful in a few years or so. Now he's taken up this funky furry monkey and he wants me to play with it/him.
Preferably outside.
And first thing in the morning.
sigh...
But it's cute and hard to resist.
You know how a dog or a cat will depend on certain rituals? You know, your dog expects his food and water bowl to be in a certain spot. They lie down in a certain place, their playtime is done a certain way. Buddy is 6 years old and he hasn't been playful in a few years or so. Now he's taken up this funky furry monkey and he wants me to play with it/him.
Preferably outside.
And first thing in the morning.
sigh...
But it's cute and hard to resist.
Thursday, August 3, 2006
Oh, man. What a dream I had last night; actually early this morning. I dreamed I went back home to see my husband and daughter after staying with my Mother and my husband had on all these new clothes. He tried to brush it off, but something felt suspicious about it, because he doesn't care one bit about clothes and he was also acting a little odd. I left and came back later to catch him off guard and that's when I found my husband in bed with another woman. His ex-wife.
And his ex-wife just happened to be the bleached blonde actress Loni Anderson. (Of course I'm dreaming now, right?) So I jumped right on top of her, straddling her and began wailing away. I started yelling at him that I was trying to be so cool-- treating his ex-wife so kind and now he does this to me. I then grabbed a radio and smashed it over her head, but it really didn't phase her.
Somehow I left the room and came back and she was still in bed with him, but now he had his arm around her comforting her.
Grrrr. I was REALLY mad. I looked around, saw a can of gasoline and began pouring it on her. He took the gas can from me and began pouring it all over the floor... and then...
...and then my dog, Buddy, woke me up to go outside. I let him out and started the coffeemaker, staring out the window wondering what it all meant.
And his ex-wife just happened to be the bleached blonde actress Loni Anderson. (Of course I'm dreaming now, right?) So I jumped right on top of her, straddling her and began wailing away. I started yelling at him that I was trying to be so cool-- treating his ex-wife so kind and now he does this to me. I then grabbed a radio and smashed it over her head, but it really didn't phase her.
Somehow I left the room and came back and she was still in bed with him, but now he had his arm around her comforting her.
Grrrr. I was REALLY mad. I looked around, saw a can of gasoline and began pouring it on her. He took the gas can from me and began pouring it all over the floor... and then...
...and then my dog, Buddy, woke me up to go outside. I let him out and started the coffeemaker, staring out the window wondering what it all meant.
Saturday, July 8, 2006
Everybody Needs Somebody
It's good when you have pets that you have more than one. Then they have a playmate and aren't so lonely. Two cats like Shirl has is a good way to go. And now I have two dogs. Mine and Robin's. Robin's dog, Sugar is so smart. My dog, Buddy, well.. "bless his heart" as they say here in the south; the phrase that's usually followed by someone's shortcomings.
When I ask Buddy, a male chow/retriever mix, if he wants to go outside or if he wants to eat I get the same response. So I open the door for him and open a can of dog food and see which one he responds to. But I adore him.
Robin's female black cocker spaniel, Sugar, is as bright as can be. Sometimes when she gets excited she turns around in a circle. I looked at her earlier and made a circle motion with my finger & hand, asked her to turn around and she did so promptly. You show her something once and she totally gets it. She seems to understand exactly what you say to her.
They have fun playing together, fighting over toys and chasing each other. Everybody needs somebody. This goes for pets, too.
It's good when you have pets that you have more than one. Then they have a playmate and aren't so lonely. Two cats like Shirl has is a good way to go. And now I have two dogs. Mine and Robin's. Robin's dog, Sugar is so smart. My dog, Buddy, well.. "bless his heart" as they say here in the south; the phrase that's usually followed by someone's shortcomings.
When I ask Buddy, a male chow/retriever mix, if he wants to go outside or if he wants to eat I get the same response. So I open the door for him and open a can of dog food and see which one he responds to. But I adore him.
Robin's female black cocker spaniel, Sugar, is as bright as can be. Sometimes when she gets excited she turns around in a circle. I looked at her earlier and made a circle motion with my finger & hand, asked her to turn around and she did so promptly. You show her something once and she totally gets it. She seems to understand exactly what you say to her.
They have fun playing together, fighting over toys and chasing each other. Everybody needs somebody. This goes for pets, too.
Wednesday, May 31, 2006
Hello beautiful people. Just a quick note and I'm off to visit you guys. I haven't blogvisited in about a week and I'm hungry for your news.
I had made some blueberry muffins (the kind in the bag where you add milk), and was having one with my coffee this morning when Buddy, my dog, was bothering me and bothering me for a taste. Not your usual doggie fare, but he loved it. Silly dog.
Be Cool, fool. I take some daily medication that, I swear to you, it raises my temperature about 5 degrees. Since I've been on this medicine, about 15 years now, I really dislike the summer and the heat. I used to always bake outside in the sun and yes, even the tanning beds in the 80s were my friend. But now I go from air conditioned room to air conditioned car and not much in between. Those of us in the eastern US, both north and south have been experiencing higher temps the past few days. I don't even want to think about what it's like in south Georgia and Florida, Alabama, Texas, etc. So you won't see me outdoors unless it's early morning or evening. I always thought Canada's weather would be more to my liking. A little hot but not stifling hot.
I had made some blueberry muffins (the kind in the bag where you add milk), and was having one with my coffee this morning when Buddy, my dog, was bothering me and bothering me for a taste. Not your usual doggie fare, but he loved it. Silly dog.
Be Cool, fool. I take some daily medication that, I swear to you, it raises my temperature about 5 degrees. Since I've been on this medicine, about 15 years now, I really dislike the summer and the heat. I used to always bake outside in the sun and yes, even the tanning beds in the 80s were my friend. But now I go from air conditioned room to air conditioned car and not much in between. Those of us in the eastern US, both north and south have been experiencing higher temps the past few days. I don't even want to think about what it's like in south Georgia and Florida, Alabama, Texas, etc. So you won't see me outdoors unless it's early morning or evening. I always thought Canada's weather would be more to my liking. A little hot but not stifling hot.
Tuesday, May 23, 2006
If you had to pick coffee or the web -- half of workers would give up their office java to surf the web. What would you do?
A new survey finds that half of them would rather give up their morning coffee than forgo that ability.
Maps, news and weather are the chief nonwork-related sites visited.
A quarter of employees watch or listen to streaming media at least once a week from work, and 18 percent have downloaded and stored nonwork music, photos and video clips, according to a telephone-based survey sponsored by Websense Inc., which makes software that helps companies filter and monitor Internet use.
Many companies have Internet policies that ban pornography but allow reasonable personal Internet use, such as e-mailing a doctor to schedule an appointment or buying a gift during a lunch break
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I don't think it's nearly as taboo as it once was. Around 1999, 2000, or so it was more risky to be online at work. Much lest fire up a buddy list! Yep. I'm Guilty. A few years later and it wasn't too terrible to be online at work. I'm guessing it depends on where you work and the circumstances. And who your boss is!
A new survey finds that half of them would rather give up their morning coffee than forgo that ability.
Maps, news and weather are the chief nonwork-related sites visited.
A quarter of employees watch or listen to streaming media at least once a week from work, and 18 percent have downloaded and stored nonwork music, photos and video clips, according to a telephone-based survey sponsored by Websense Inc., which makes software that helps companies filter and monitor Internet use.
Many companies have Internet policies that ban pornography but allow reasonable personal Internet use, such as e-mailing a doctor to schedule an appointment or buying a gift during a lunch break
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I don't think it's nearly as taboo as it once was. Around 1999, 2000, or so it was more risky to be online at work. Much lest fire up a buddy list! Yep. I'm Guilty. A few years later and it wasn't too terrible to be online at work. I'm guessing it depends on where you work and the circumstances. And who your boss is!
Wednesday, May 17, 2006
I found a disposable digital camera that Robin had that had 10 pictures left to take on it. I wonder what the pictures she took will reveal.
She used to get those cameras from CVS drugstore all the time. You take your pictures, give it back to CVS. They keep the camera and give you the pictures back. I'm hoping they have the cd option, too. Then I can show you some pictures I'm taking around the house. I took one of some flowers, my dog Buddy, the back yard where I hope you're able to see the pond AND the green. Oh, and one of that huge peace lily her favorite cousin Ray sent when she passed. It's thriving like a mofo with 3 blooms(?) on it.
Whenever I can take the remaining 6 pictures and get them developed, I'll share them with you. I mean, everybody's doing it.
AND... the mystery remains of what pictures are on the camera that Robin took? So you could say I'm more than a little anxious to see this film!
She used to get those cameras from CVS drugstore all the time. You take your pictures, give it back to CVS. They keep the camera and give you the pictures back. I'm hoping they have the cd option, too. Then I can show you some pictures I'm taking around the house. I took one of some flowers, my dog Buddy, the back yard where I hope you're able to see the pond AND the green. Oh, and one of that huge peace lily her favorite cousin Ray sent when she passed. It's thriving like a mofo with 3 blooms(?) on it.
Whenever I can take the remaining 6 pictures and get them developed, I'll share them with you. I mean, everybody's doing it.
AND... the mystery remains of what pictures are on the camera that Robin took? So you could say I'm more than a little anxious to see this film!
Monday, May 8, 2006
This is a test for us, the older kids! The answers are printed below, but don't you cheat.
READY????? Here we go!
01. After the Lone Ranger saved the day and rode off into the sunset, the grateful citizens would ask, Who was that masked man? Invariably, someone would answer, I don't know, but he left this behind. What did he leave behind?____________
02. When the Beatles first came to the U.S. in early 1964, we all watched them on The __________________ Show. ;
03. "Get your kicks, ___________________."
04. "The story you are about to see if true. The names have been changed___________________."
05. "In the jungle, the mighty jungle, ________________."
06. After the Twist, The Mashed Potato, and the Watusi, we "danced" under a stick that was low! ered as low as we could go in a dance called the "_____________."
07. "N_E_S_T_L_E_S", Nestle's makes the very best _______________."
08. Satchmo was America's "Ambassador of Goodwill." Our parents shared this great jazz trumpet player with us. His name was _________________.
09. What takes a licking and keeps on ticking? _______________
10. Red Skelton's hobo character was named __________________ and Red always ended his television show by saying, "Good Night, and "_______________".
11. Some Americans who protested the Vietnam War did so by burning their____________.
12. The cute little car with the engine in the back and the trunk in the front was called the VW. What other names did it go by? ____________ & _______________.
13. In 1971, singer Don MacLean sang a song about, "the day the music died." This was a tribute to ___________________.
14. We can remember the first satellite placed into orbit. The Russians did it. It was calle d ___________________.
15. One of the big fads of the late 50's and 60's was a large plastic ring that we twirled around our waist. It was called the ________! ________
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ANSWERS:
01. The Lone Ranger left behind a silver bullet.
02. The Ed Sullivan Show
03. On Route! 66
04. To protect the innocent.
05. The Lion sleeps tonight
06. The limbo
07. Chocolate
08. Louis Armstrong
09. The Timex watch
10. Freddy, The Freeloader, and "Good Night, and may God Bless."
11. Draft cards (Bras were also burned.)
12. Beetle or Bug
13. Buddy Holly
14. Sputnik
15. Hoola-hoop
READY????? Here we go!
01. After the Lone Ranger saved the day and rode off into the sunset, the grateful citizens would ask, Who was that masked man? Invariably, someone would answer, I don't know, but he left this behind. What did he leave behind?____________
02. When the Beatles first came to the U.S. in early 1964, we all watched them on The __________________ Show. ;
03. "Get your kicks, ___________________."
04. "The story you are about to see if true. The names have been changed___________________."
05. "In the jungle, the mighty jungle, ________________."
06. After the Twist, The Mashed Potato, and the Watusi, we "danced" under a stick that was low! ered as low as we could go in a dance called the "_____________."
07. "N_E_S_T_L_E_S", Nestle's makes the very best _______________."
08. Satchmo was America's "Ambassador of Goodwill." Our parents shared this great jazz trumpet player with us. His name was _________________.
09. What takes a licking and keeps on ticking? _______________
10. Red Skelton's hobo character was named __________________ and Red always ended his television show by saying, "Good Night, and "_______________".
11. Some Americans who protested the Vietnam War did so by burning their____________.
12. The cute little car with the engine in the back and the trunk in the front was called the VW. What other names did it go by? ____________ & _______________.
13. In 1971, singer Don MacLean sang a song about, "the day the music died." This was a tribute to ___________________.
14. We can remember the first satellite placed into orbit. The Russians did it. It was calle d ___________________.
15. One of the big fads of the late 50's and 60's was a large plastic ring that we twirled around our waist. It was called the ________! ________
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ANSWERS:
01. The Lone Ranger left behind a silver bullet.
02. The Ed Sullivan Show
03. On Route! 66
04. To protect the innocent.
05. The Lion sleeps tonight
06. The limbo
07. Chocolate
08. Louis Armstrong
09. The Timex watch
10. Freddy, The Freeloader, and "Good Night, and may God Bless."
11. Draft cards (Bras were also burned.)
12. Beetle or Bug
13. Buddy Holly
14. Sputnik
15. Hoola-hoop
Sunday, February 12, 2006
We have about 4 inches of snow and it's so beautiful in the trees. Buddy has enjoyed diving into it nose first and it's always a joy to watch a dog play in the snow.
The Duke basketball game with Maryland yesterday was great. I'll really miss watching these guys when they graduate and head off to places unknown. March Madness will be here before you know it.
"Hi, Susan." "This is a voice from out of your past calling." At the family home in Tennessee, these calls are quite frequent since we've had the same phone number all these 30+ years.
Time to get the chicken out of the oven. I'm cutting it up for Chicken Caesar Salad. Making it the quick way today with a bottle of caesar dressing and a bag of cut up salad mixings. Stir in the chopped chicken meat to the salad and call it dinner. Sprinkle on some feta if ya got it for extra yumness.
Been such a slacker and haven't visited anyone this week. Will try to do better this week. :P
The Duke basketball game with Maryland yesterday was great. I'll really miss watching these guys when they graduate and head off to places unknown. March Madness will be here before you know it.
"Hi, Susan." "This is a voice from out of your past calling." At the family home in Tennessee, these calls are quite frequent since we've had the same phone number all these 30+ years.
Time to get the chicken out of the oven. I'm cutting it up for Chicken Caesar Salad. Making it the quick way today with a bottle of caesar dressing and a bag of cut up salad mixings. Stir in the chopped chicken meat to the salad and call it dinner. Sprinkle on some feta if ya got it for extra yumness.
Been such a slacker and haven't visited anyone this week. Will try to do better this week. :P
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Saturday, January 28, 2006
Now for the tedious or regular stuff. My neighbors and friends, new and old, will recognize some of the local info I'll spout forth.
Just back from stopping at White's Grocery and florist, Felty-Rowland. We bought a nice Peace Lily plant for our next door neighbor who passed away yesterday morning. He was only diagnosed with cancer 4-6 weeks ago. He had a lump on his neck and was feeling weak so he went to see about it. So sad. He was probably mid to late sixties. About two weeks ago I saw him riding his golf cart (which is a popular way to get around our neighborhood as we're beside the golf course). He drove to the 15th tee, directly behind his house. There was a foursome getting ready to tee off and he was talking and laughing with them. It was the first time I'd seen him since I've been back in Tennessee, my childhood home since 1959. He threw his hand up so high, shaking his whole arm, and grinning said, "Hi, Susan!" He radiated such joy that day. I later told Mother that it may be the last image I'll have of him. Turns out it is.
Came back and fed the sweet doggies, Sugar and Buddy. Does anyone ever call their pets by their given name? I call Sugar, Sug Avery, from the movie, The Color Purple. And I call Buddy, Bubba or Bubbie. My husband calls Buddy, Mr Cook and Mother calls him Mister. Do you do that? Or am I just weirder than I thought I was? Ha!
Just back from stopping at White's Grocery and florist, Felty-Rowland. We bought a nice Peace Lily plant for our next door neighbor who passed away yesterday morning. He was only diagnosed with cancer 4-6 weeks ago. He had a lump on his neck and was feeling weak so he went to see about it. So sad. He was probably mid to late sixties. About two weeks ago I saw him riding his golf cart (which is a popular way to get around our neighborhood as we're beside the golf course). He drove to the 15th tee, directly behind his house. There was a foursome getting ready to tee off and he was talking and laughing with them. It was the first time I'd seen him since I've been back in Tennessee, my childhood home since 1959. He threw his hand up so high, shaking his whole arm, and grinning said, "Hi, Susan!" He radiated such joy that day. I later told Mother that it may be the last image I'll have of him. Turns out it is.
Came back and fed the sweet doggies, Sugar and Buddy. Does anyone ever call their pets by their given name? I call Sugar, Sug Avery, from the movie, The Color Purple. And I call Buddy, Bubba or Bubbie. My husband calls Buddy, Mr Cook and Mother calls him Mister. Do you do that? Or am I just weirder than I thought I was? Ha!
Monday, November 28, 2005
Just a bit about Robin today. Did I mention that she went into the hospital Nov 13th? I wasn't alarmed. She went into the hospital a few times each year these past 3 or 4 years. After the official diagnosis and treatment plan discussion on Oct 7, I left thinking she had "6 months, maybe". I had to pull it out of the physician and after 3 queries, that's what she said. So going by that and the way she appeared and seemed to feel, I thought we had until the first of the year, anyway. I was going to come spend a week in December with her and put up her tree, celebrate her birthday, Dec 13th, etc. Gawd, how she loves to put up her Christmas tree, and has the most ornate selection of ornaments you ever saw. Every item that goes onto the tree is a collectible. Barbie, Mickie Mouse, Coca-Cola, etc. Anyway, after she was in the hospital this time for 3 days, Mother called me and I came the next day. One week later she was gone.
Thankfully, many loved ones did get to see her and speak to her. #1 cousin Ray, in Atlanta, and #1 Aunt BonBon came and they were the last people she spoke to. A day and a half later she left us.
Mother walked into my room on Thanksgiving morning and woke me early about 6:30am and simply said, "She's gone". The hospital had called. We numbly dressed and drove down to the hospital to sign some papers. Then we came back home and the phone calls began.
So, here I sit in Robin's room on Robin's computer. My 83 year old Mother is doing alright, but she's never been alone and I'm not going to leave her alone. It's part her, and it's part me. But, there's also my husband and daughter 80 miles away. Sigh...
Husband met me halfway this morning to bring me my dog, Buddy. He said that he was afraid that Buddy was going to die of a broken heart if he didn't see me soon. He hadn't been eating. He doesn't do well when I'm not around. I've been wanting to see him, too. I remember as a kid and I'd be crying about something and all I wanted to do was hug my dog and let the tears run down his fur. It's no different when you're grown up. I wanted Buddy when I was hurting about Robin. So he's under my feet. His favorite spot to be. And things are as well as can be expected. I'm still finding things to be grateful for.
Thankfully, many loved ones did get to see her and speak to her. #1 cousin Ray, in Atlanta, and #1 Aunt BonBon came and they were the last people she spoke to. A day and a half later she left us.
Mother walked into my room on Thanksgiving morning and woke me early about 6:30am and simply said, "She's gone". The hospital had called. We numbly dressed and drove down to the hospital to sign some papers. Then we came back home and the phone calls began.
So, here I sit in Robin's room on Robin's computer. My 83 year old Mother is doing alright, but she's never been alone and I'm not going to leave her alone. It's part her, and it's part me. But, there's also my husband and daughter 80 miles away. Sigh...
Husband met me halfway this morning to bring me my dog, Buddy. He said that he was afraid that Buddy was going to die of a broken heart if he didn't see me soon. He hadn't been eating. He doesn't do well when I'm not around. I've been wanting to see him, too. I remember as a kid and I'd be crying about something and all I wanted to do was hug my dog and let the tears run down his fur. It's no different when you're grown up. I wanted Buddy when I was hurting about Robin. So he's under my feet. His favorite spot to be. And things are as well as can be expected. I'm still finding things to be grateful for.
Tuesday, October 25, 2005
COUNTRY COOKING 101
One of my favorite dishes is beans and cornbread. My mother is an outstanding cook, but she never did fix it for us growing up, but I could always get it at my grandmother's house. She'd always make it for me on my birthday. I'd come over for lunch from work and I believe she enjoyed fixing it for me as much as I enjoyed eating it.
Her cornbread is very crunchy on the bottom, which comes from pouring your batter directly into a piping hot iron skillet. It rises nicely until the top stretches and bursts open, leaving just the right amount of golden, cracked open cornbread. Then it's cut into slices and a pat of butter goes into the middle of each piece while the bread's still hot. (450� preheated oven for 20 minutes--ovens may vary)
The beans are dried beans in a plastic bag. Pinto beans, Mixed beans or October beans work fine. You soak them overnight and pour off the water in the morning and add new. Add to the pot a piece of fatback, or strickalean. This is what bacon is before it's sliced up. Cook on low in a Dutch oven for 4 or 5 hours or until beans are tender. Salt to taste.
Skyler doesn't care much for it, but hubby and I still love it. And wonder of wonders, so does my dog, Buddy.
One of my favorite dishes is beans and cornbread. My mother is an outstanding cook, but she never did fix it for us growing up, but I could always get it at my grandmother's house. She'd always make it for me on my birthday. I'd come over for lunch from work and I believe she enjoyed fixing it for me as much as I enjoyed eating it.
Her cornbread is very crunchy on the bottom, which comes from pouring your batter directly into a piping hot iron skillet. It rises nicely until the top stretches and bursts open, leaving just the right amount of golden, cracked open cornbread. Then it's cut into slices and a pat of butter goes into the middle of each piece while the bread's still hot. (450� preheated oven for 20 minutes--ovens may vary)
The beans are dried beans in a plastic bag. Pinto beans, Mixed beans or October beans work fine. You soak them overnight and pour off the water in the morning and add new. Add to the pot a piece of fatback, or strickalean. This is what bacon is before it's sliced up. Cook on low in a Dutch oven for 4 or 5 hours or until beans are tender. Salt to taste.
Skyler doesn't care much for it, but hubby and I still love it. And wonder of wonders, so does my dog, Buddy.
Tuesday, September 13, 2005
10 Things That Make Me Happy
1. Seeing my daughter walk through the door. At 17, she's often gone more than she's home.
2. Going out with the girls or a friend enjoying each other's company. Either going to flea markets, out for coffee, or just visiting.
3. When my dog, Buddy, comes over to be scratched behind the ears and then smiles at me.
4. When my sister says she's having a good day
5. A phone call from my 83 year old Mother
6. Fresh, clean, fragrant sheets from the dryer
7. Saying grace together with my family
8. Counting my blessings
9. Hearing my husband pull into the drive. Since the time we were dating, I sitll get a churning in my tummy when he comes home from wherever.
10. And last, but not least...my relationship with my blogging friends, who are appropriately 10's. When I'm having a bad day and want to shut the doors and ignore the world, I can always count on you to know when I need that special word or support or encouragement. Many of you I've now known for years and consider you part of my sanity, and a part of my family, especially the SusanJayne visitors. xoxo
Now, invite six others to do the 10 things.....hmmmmm, well.....jump in there and don't be shy. I guess we've just about gotten everyone.
via Shirl, a definite 10.
1. Seeing my daughter walk through the door. At 17, she's often gone more than she's home.
2. Going out with the girls or a friend enjoying each other's company. Either going to flea markets, out for coffee, or just visiting.
3. When my dog, Buddy, comes over to be scratched behind the ears and then smiles at me.
4. When my sister says she's having a good day
5. A phone call from my 83 year old Mother
6. Fresh, clean, fragrant sheets from the dryer
7. Saying grace together with my family
8. Counting my blessings
9. Hearing my husband pull into the drive. Since the time we were dating, I sitll get a churning in my tummy when he comes home from wherever.
10. And last, but not least...my relationship with my blogging friends, who are appropriately 10's. When I'm having a bad day and want to shut the doors and ignore the world, I can always count on you to know when I need that special word or support or encouragement. Many of you I've now known for years and consider you part of my sanity, and a part of my family, especially the SusanJayne visitors. xoxo
Now, invite six others to do the 10 things.....hmmmmm, well.....jump in there and don't be shy. I guess we've just about gotten everyone.
via Shirl, a definite 10.
Wednesday, June 9, 2004
I'm still shaking from this episode...
I walked to the neighborhood convenience store about 4 blocks away from home on a main highway. I looked up and my dog, Buddy, is across the highway just smiling at me. He'd gotten out of the house, although I thought I'd left him inside. I couldn't holler for him to come to me because cars were zooming both directions across the highway. The store is between me and Buddy and I'm walking away from the store. I covered my eyes with my hands and go home the back way. When I had the nerve to turn around and look, he was running up behind me still smiling and we ran together the rest of the way home.
When we got back, I scolded him and then cooked him a hamburger.
Man, I just really love my dog and don't know what I'd do without him. What a close call.
I walked to the neighborhood convenience store about 4 blocks away from home on a main highway. I looked up and my dog, Buddy, is across the highway just smiling at me. He'd gotten out of the house, although I thought I'd left him inside. I couldn't holler for him to come to me because cars were zooming both directions across the highway. The store is between me and Buddy and I'm walking away from the store. I covered my eyes with my hands and go home the back way. When I had the nerve to turn around and look, he was running up behind me still smiling and we ran together the rest of the way home.
When we got back, I scolded him and then cooked him a hamburger.
Man, I just really love my dog and don't know what I'd do without him. What a close call.
Thursday, June 3, 2004
An area pet owner left two black labs in a parked car with the windows up one day last week. A passerby noticed the trapped, hot dogs and eventually the Veterinary Hospital was alerted.
We saw later on the 6 O'Clock News a lab tech rubbing one of the dogs while in some type of blanket; probably to help bring it's body temp back to within normal limits. The reporter lays down some facts to the viewers that a car interior at around 80� would soar to 140� in fifteen minutes with the windows all shut. We're left to imagine horrific scenerios as that tidbit sinks in.
Sadly, last night's broadcast informed us that one of the dogs died. A real heartbreaker to hear of this preventable tragedy. Makes you wanna go hug your dog or parakeet or ferret, doesn't it? (hug your parakeet?) Actually, I can extend my arm about 3 feet and pat my dog, Buddy, on the head.
We saw later on the 6 O'Clock News a lab tech rubbing one of the dogs while in some type of blanket; probably to help bring it's body temp back to within normal limits. The reporter lays down some facts to the viewers that a car interior at around 80� would soar to 140� in fifteen minutes with the windows all shut. We're left to imagine horrific scenerios as that tidbit sinks in.
Sadly, last night's broadcast informed us that one of the dogs died. A real heartbreaker to hear of this preventable tragedy. Makes you wanna go hug your dog or parakeet or ferret, doesn't it? (hug your parakeet?) Actually, I can extend my arm about 3 feet and pat my dog, Buddy, on the head.
Thursday, April 15, 2004
Kane had a sweet picture of his cat, Wilson today. We should have a post a pic of your pet day on the web one day. Or someone should do that in their meme one week. I think I have an old picture of Buddy, my 3 yo golden-red rescue chow and golden retreiver mix, around here someplace that I scanned before my scanner died. Love him so much. He sleeps with me in the bed every night.
Saturday, August 23, 2003
Who's Who?
Thinking about you guys even when I'm not able to visit as often as I'd like. It sorta seems weird to like folks I've never even seen before, but some of you are very special to me. When I visit you I picture where you live, your environment, your home/apt. Who else may live there, your pets, if any, where you sit when you're online. And, of course, what you look like. If I've never seen your picture, I already have one in my mind of you from descriptions I've read before.
::One of you reminds me of one of my best friends of 30+ years and I find it incredibly easy to talk to you. I have to temper my words and phrases occasionally because I really start to take off and talk to this blogging friend the same way I talk to Dena in real life. If we ever got together, we'd probably have so much fun that our families would try to reel us in. And probably for our own good.
::One of you is like my favorite cousin, Randall, who's one year older and the darling of the family clan. He's very charming and talented in everything he touches. Although my cousin is a high school principal with a lovely wife and 3 beautiful kids---this part is not at all similar to this favorite blogging friend. I respect them both immeasureably.
::One of you reminds me of a friend that always went to concerts with me. We'd travel sometimes every weekend someplace to see Led Zeppelin or the Stones or someone perform. Her Dad had bought her a new car and gave her a gas card and we were gone......! Laura is very pretty, and quiet, all the boys love her, and she always laughs at everything I say. This blogger friend is also very cool and pretty, too. And very organized. Much younger than my real life friend, but still reminds me a great deal of her.
::One blogging favorite reminds me of a combination of two childhood friends, Janet and Donna. The salt of the earth, the nurturer, the one you always share your ups and downs and secrets with. The "Go-To" person. And cares for me unconditionally, just like I suspect this blogging buddy would. The Yin to my Yang, you both keep me grounded, and never judge me. Or ever have anything bad to say about anyone and I know I could always depend on her for anything, at anytime.
::One of your reminds me of a high school friend of my sister's and mine. She made us laugh hysterically all the time. I can just think of her and laugh. This blogging friend probably thinks I'm silly when I leave comments, but she makes me laugh, just like Kathy did in real life. A very carefree, joyful person. Life of the party.
Any of this look familiar to anyone?
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