Two years ago today I fell off of a segway and wrecked my shoulder. I thought about that during the middle of the night as I tossed and turned trying to find a comfortable position on my right side. Don't ever get on a segway. Don't even walk near someone riding a segway. Go the opposite direction when you see a segway coming at you.
Other than an occasionally sore shoulder, life is good. How about you?
Happy 2013 to all. Soon I will write about our new house. Yes, the nest is moving. Stay tuned.
Monday, December 31, 2012
Thursday, August 9, 2012
Hot dogs from heaven
My husband and I decided to partake of America's past-time this evening and mix with the spectators at the local double-A baseball emporium.
We saw some good friends and their 2 grandchildren as we entered the stadium, so that was extra funn. That's how Nutsy the flying squirrel spells fun.
The game was going along nicely (and people say soccer is boring. Have they seen a baseball game?) and we were enjoying the between-inning antics provided by the management. Plus there was a nice breeze and we had dinner as soon as we got there, so I wasn't cranky. I get cranky when I'm hot and hungry.
One of the antics was the hot dog toss. A person dressed as a flamingo walks along the sideline and tosses wrapped hot dogs into the stands. The flinging flamingo got near us and flung his dog high into the stands. The flamingo had quite an arm. I was looking straight up to follow the trajectory of the tightly wrapped dog. Suddenly something hit my shoulder and I noticed a hot dog lying at my feet. The lady one seat over seemed interested but old granny janny was on it. I picked up the hot dog and held it up so everyone around would know of my rad skillz at hot dog grabbing. A young person approached on my left with his hand out, as though I would give up my hot dog. I spurned his advance.
I began to unwrap the dog. The foil was held on by rubber bands, and you'll be glad to know the foil was only slightly torn, and the dog was not soiled or besmirched.
Paul, seeing that I planned to eat the high-flying dog, began to make critical comments. He does not approve of hot dogs. And I had already had one, so he was puzzled by my desire to eat another. Because I earned it, dammit.
So when someone offers you free tickets to a baseball game, you should go because stuff might fall out of the sky and land at your feet. And it might be edible stuff. You just never know.
We saw some good friends and their 2 grandchildren as we entered the stadium, so that was extra funn. That's how Nutsy the flying squirrel spells fun.
The game was going along nicely (and people say soccer is boring. Have they seen a baseball game?) and we were enjoying the between-inning antics provided by the management. Plus there was a nice breeze and we had dinner as soon as we got there, so I wasn't cranky. I get cranky when I'm hot and hungry.
One of the antics was the hot dog toss. A person dressed as a flamingo walks along the sideline and tosses wrapped hot dogs into the stands. The flinging flamingo got near us and flung his dog high into the stands. The flamingo had quite an arm. I was looking straight up to follow the trajectory of the tightly wrapped dog. Suddenly something hit my shoulder and I noticed a hot dog lying at my feet. The lady one seat over seemed interested but old granny janny was on it. I picked up the hot dog and held it up so everyone around would know of my rad skillz at hot dog grabbing. A young person approached on my left with his hand out, as though I would give up my hot dog. I spurned his advance.
I began to unwrap the dog. The foil was held on by rubber bands, and you'll be glad to know the foil was only slightly torn, and the dog was not soiled or besmirched.
Paul, seeing that I planned to eat the high-flying dog, began to make critical comments. He does not approve of hot dogs. And I had already had one, so he was puzzled by my desire to eat another. Because I earned it, dammit.
So when someone offers you free tickets to a baseball game, you should go because stuff might fall out of the sky and land at your feet. And it might be edible stuff. You just never know.
Sunday, June 17, 2012
Failed Blogger Resurfaces Briefly
hi there. Happy Father's Day to whomever this greeting applies.
It's been months since I wrote and I need to write about a huge milestone we recently reached: last child graduates from college. Woo hoo. That feels really good. We are so proud of him for working hard and getting good grades for four years. I could study hard for only about 4 days, so I am very impressed with his diligence and attention span. I hope these traits will bring him good things over the course of his life.
Here's his photo at graduation:
Now, as for the rest of our lives, we have no complaints and no changes to report. We continue to think about moving and have looked at a few houses, but there doesn't seem to be a perfect house for us to take the time and trouble of selling this house and packing all this stuff, so we will leave well enough alone for now. But you never know ....
The grand-daughters spent the night with us. They are, as child-care professionals say, a handful. But we enjoy them and know that their lives will speed by us quickly, so we take all the sobbing and sassiness in stride. And beside, they don't actually live with us. I will add photos here for your enjoyment.
One final bit of amusement. I have been using Pintrest for a few months. It's an online scrapbook for those unacquainted with it. It's amusing to collect funny or interesting photos and assign them to boards that I create and write witty captions and have a few laughs over that. I have gotten tired of it and decided to sign off, when over the course of 5 or 6 days, I received notification that people were now following my board called "Michelle Obama fan pix". I admit to feeling like a bit of a creepy stalker collecting and posting photos of the FLOTUS. However, full participation in the social media world requires a degree of risk-taking. Just to satisfy my new subscribers, I found some new photos to post on that board. It's a lot of pressure having "followers". Good grief people, don't follow me. I have no idea where I am going. Stay back 500 feet!
The blog had its 4th anniversary in April. I started writing just before the college graduate shown above graduated from high school. For those of you worried about me and my empty nest, we are doing just fine.
The graduate will be returning home to the nest in August to begin his job search, so I'll likely have some amusing stories about life with an offspring back in the house. Until then, take time to smell the roses everyone. Or rosemary. It smells good too, and is a lot easier to grow.
It's been months since I wrote and I need to write about a huge milestone we recently reached: last child graduates from college. Woo hoo. That feels really good. We are so proud of him for working hard and getting good grades for four years. I could study hard for only about 4 days, so I am very impressed with his diligence and attention span. I hope these traits will bring him good things over the course of his life.
Here's his photo at graduation:
Now, as for the rest of our lives, we have no complaints and no changes to report. We continue to think about moving and have looked at a few houses, but there doesn't seem to be a perfect house for us to take the time and trouble of selling this house and packing all this stuff, so we will leave well enough alone for now. But you never know ....
The grand-daughters spent the night with us. They are, as child-care professionals say, a handful. But we enjoy them and know that their lives will speed by us quickly, so we take all the sobbing and sassiness in stride. And beside, they don't actually live with us. I will add photos here for your enjoyment.
The blog had its 4th anniversary in April. I started writing just before the college graduate shown above graduated from high school. For those of you worried about me and my empty nest, we are doing just fine.
The graduate will be returning home to the nest in August to begin his job search, so I'll likely have some amusing stories about life with an offspring back in the house. Until then, take time to smell the roses everyone. Or rosemary. It smells good too, and is a lot easier to grow.
Sunday, February 26, 2012
Let Your Grass Flow
People who follow my writing (OK, person) know I hate grass. I lie awake at night thinking of ways to get rid of it. After multiple attempts to make it look nicer, I've decided that grass is the most difficult and expensive of all perennials to establish and maintain. Not too mention extremely labor intensive.
Last fall I found the remains of a bag of grass seed in my tool shed house of horrors. (Warning: don't open the door. I heard a lot of crashing last time I closed the door. Hey, did I tell you about the time a hatchet fell from its hook and the handle hit me in the face?)
Back to grass. So I threw all of this grass seed down in the small area of grass I have left in my backyard. I have mulched over and planted over all of the other former grass areas, but I decided to leave this small grass area as seating for humans and pooping space for the dog. Little did I know that the dog will poop anywhere. On top of hellebores, on top of pavers, on top of old smokey, all covered in snow.
Back to grass. Lo and behold, this magic grass seed really took off, and I didn't bother to mow it during my last fall mowing of the wretched front yard grass. Hey, did I ever tell you about the time I was getting the lawn mower out of the shed-of-death and a hatchet hit me in the face? Now this grass is fabulous. Lush and bright green and wild looking. I really like it this way. I may leave it. It makes me feel like a free spirit. Like a hippie. I hope you'll like it too.
Back to grass. So I threw all of this grass seed down in the small area of grass I have left in my backyard. I have mulched over and planted over all of the other former grass areas, but I decided to leave this small grass area as seating for humans and pooping space for the dog. Little did I know that the dog will poop anywhere. On top of hellebores, on top of pavers, on top of old smokey, all covered in snow.
Back to grass. Lo and behold, this magic grass seed really took off, and I didn't bother to mow it during my last fall mowing of the wretched front yard grass. Hey, did I ever tell you about the time I was getting the lawn mower out of the shed-of-death and a hatchet hit me in the face? Now this grass is fabulous. Lush and bright green and wild looking. I really like it this way. I may leave it. It makes me feel like a free spirit. Like a hippie. I hope you'll like it too.
Bellamy Brothers, 1975, Let your love flow, like a mountain stream
Sunday, February 19, 2012
Snow Day
It's snowing. I'd take a photo and post it but that would require me to unseat myself from the sofa. I can't do that right now because Downton Abbey is due to start in about 4 minutes. You already know what snow looks like so you don't actually need me to post a photo. Maybe tomorrow I'll post a photo of the cats when they step out the door. They don't like wet feet so their reaction may be amusing. Stay tuned!!
I feel badly about not posting for months now, since Herman Cain was still in the running for President of the United States, or Grand Poobah of the Springfield Moose Lodge. Springfield where the Simpson's live. Aww, shucky ducky that's a good idea.
I reckon I could write about the 2 front runners, Mitt and Rick. But hasn't enough been said about these 2 weirdos? And what's happened to Newt? Did he go on another cruise with Callista? I kind of miss the other Rick and Michele. That woman had passion.
Have to wrap this up, here comes the Abbey!
xoxo,
Janet
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