Then it must be nap time!
This is an Unhosted Cafe.
Coffee & Tea under the window.
Goodies on the platters.
Goodies on the platters.
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Nap-time rug are in their regular spot next to the door
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Please recommend (and unrecommend the Cafe/Lounge from earlier)
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May the ZZZ’s be with you
I just love the pictures of the dogs. They look so happy all the ime.
Oh course, they’re happy — as Baxter Black (cowboy poet and former large animal vet) says “Everyday is Saturday for a dog.”
I’m betting if you posted some more pictures of the Diva Dogs, we’d be seeing some more happy faces.
I would say everyday is a Holiday without family stress for dogs. LOL
That’s your place, Andi, no? Boy oh boy — I’ve said it before & I’ll say it again: I call that idyllic. A perfect picture of heaven, imo.
& of course you know how happy your dog pix make me feel.
From your point of view, the best thing about our place probably is that it doesn’t leak. 🙂
Giddy (the dog in the pic) is an enery conservationist — if we stop for even a minute or two, she lies down.
Big hugs & kudos to Giddy — she’s got her priorities straight!
About your heavenly haven: it also seems terrific to me because the use of a wood stove actually warms it, rather than reducing the indoor ice volume 😉
Hopefully I’ll soon have a similar pic to share.
Apparently, NDD also knows what it’s like to live in a place like mine — more a tent than an actual house. Almost drove him mad, it did.
But damn these chores — gotta go. See you soon.
We lived in an old travel trailer for 6 months while we built the house. Even the dog was depressed. To this day, just seeing a travel trailer makes me shudder. I have loads of empathy for you.
<putting boots on>
Thank you, Andi. Empathy gratefully accepted.
I certainly wouldn’t accept living in a space like this if I weren’t on this particular piece of land, my true home for 20 years now. I’m thankful I’ve been able to spend a bit more time here after the sale of the land & house (not by me, obviously).
OK, boots are on. Onward ..
I did an extended stay with some friends in an unfinished house in rural Georgia once. What. A. Trip.
The whole place slanted, so whenever it rained we had to dig a ditch around the house to divert the water else it’d flood into the front hallway. Right off the front hallway was the electrical outlet for the water heater and the oven/stove — a singular outlet, so we could have hot water or hot food, but could not have both without some planning. There were about 8 of us there for two months, so this required a good deal of daily negotiation. And occasionally it’d rain when no one was home so we’d come home to find the front hallway flooded, and we’d have to lay logs or stones over the water to change the plug from hot water to stove without getting electrocuted.
On the upside, though, the cement floors and high ceilings in the living room gave the place outstanding acoustics for band practice. There was always a slew of instruments around the living room and often someone or a couple someones playing them. There was a bit of organic gardening out in the yard with composting from the kitchen; a firepit in the shape of the female symbol made from stones; the wellhouse redone enough such that a person could live in it; communal meals at a kitchen table where there was always a good conversation; and a bottomless pot of coffee brewing, fresh bread being baked, etc.
At the time, we were all mourning the recent deaths of a couple of our dear friends, so it wasn’t a barrel of laughs or anything, but all in all it was a very good way to have an extended wake. I would love love love to live an intentional community that was structured kinda like that spring we spent in rural GA, and kinda like other intentional communities/communal setups I’ve been fortunate enough to visit.
You are a better woman than me (as if we didn’t already know that). I had enough trouble not killing killing Jim during that six months. If I’d been in a similar situation with a group of people, a hoosier remake of the texas chainsaw massacre would have been inevitable.
To be fair to you about it, we were in mourning and thus disinclined toward hostility, but there was also a good deal of space. The place was bare, but big.
Although one of the permanent residents of it nearly did punch one of the guests when, in a miscommunication of hilarious proportion, the guest tried to do the resident “a favor” by re-setting her alarm clock to account for Spring Forward. Well, the resident was also re-setting her own alarm clock, duh, so the guest wound up re-setting the resident’s alarm clock to the wrong time, but not only that, she did it 3 days in a row. So the resident was an hour late for work, an hour early for work, then an hour late for work again before she finally flipped all the way out and started yelling, lol.
What a great story. It would make a fine bit of shtick for a short story. Actually the whole experience sounds like it would make a really good short story/novella.
to be published by Indy’s “in the planning phases” publishing house
Nap time sounds good. Remember those vinyl covered foam pads we used to use in kindergarten? It’s too bad they don’t make those in adult sizes…
They do. They are called wrestling matts. LOL
make a decent substitute…back in the day we didn’t have fancy foam pads and all that stuff, we just used a blanket or beach towel…you kids had it too soft…
[Crud, I’m channelling my mother…]
Finally figured out how to get the last of the Air America subscription podcasts (Mark Riley) to download directly to my iTunes, so I’m all set. Now I need to go rustle up some breakfast. Spouse left early to head to the doctor’s — hopefully he’ll be one step closer to actually getting his real job back.
Okay, stomach is rumbling, so time to eat…
ROTFLMAO!!!! well we didn’t have matts we had sleeping bags we took with us.
Called in sick today! (Emailed, actually.) But don’t think I’m lying, I’m really and truly SICK of my boss!
Where to begin…
Last night at 7, two men tried to break into my apartment door. The dog barked her ass off but they still tried. When I was walking down the hall and “scolding my dog” thinking it was noise from a neighbor getting into their place… hey began to knock… the one guy was in a light grey hooded sweatshirt with the hood down over his eyes and his two hands UNDER his shirt. He stood aside the wall so I could barely see him till I hollered, “What? I can’t see you”. He mumbled. I told him he had to go away NOW. He took off running one way. Then a few seconds later… someone I couldn’t see from the other side of my door, took off running the other way.
Security came – told me to call 911 “next time”. Neighbors didn’t hear a thing. Today I get a new door from management.
I’m still feeling some schockwaves of anger and … yes… fear. I hate being afraid. My kid were here.
Glad you’re all safe, DJ. Take a few breaths, realize these assholes are gone & likely won’t be coming back.
I’m tryin’ to push myself outta here, but I’m truly glad to see you & hope we can talk further soon.
Thanks WW
During, I was okay. Everyone syas I did everything right.. . but now I’m a bit of a mess LOL. Everyone’s gone and I can “break down”. Plus, no sleep last night for me so may be why I’m a jingle jangle of nerves. I’ll be fine. Everyone else slept fine. Of course… while I zombied it last night
What gets me is that it was so brazen. They weren’t quiet and then freaking KNOCKED and tried to get me to open up.
My God Janet I’m glad nothing happened. The samething happened to me once when I lived in a trailer park. My dogs woke me up and I started yelling at the door that I had a shotgun pointed straight at the door and I was going to blow someones f….ing head off. I’ve never owned a gun, but it seem to do the trick. I know what you mean about fear. It took me a long time to feel safe in that place again.
Please get a new door and extra locks.
Thanks Family Man, yeah, I need to take a shower so I can run down to the management’s office… but I don’t wanna. My Wuss Factor has risen in the past 30 minutes LOL
Thank god for peeholes.
While waiting for the security, I called my husband’s wireless work thingy. It leaves only the phone number – a callbacks. He then called my cell saying he’d call when he got to the car… ARGH. So he feels “this small”.
My kids normally run to the door… not anymore.
I agree with SN. You did exactly the right thing. Now get that anger in gear.
I’m glad you’re all okay. Get the new door and locks. Has that happened to other neighbors there before?
Hey CabinGirl – you know… we’re not sure. One of the many things I’ll ask when I go down. I’m not taking a shower after all LOL… and about to head out to get mngtment to get a new door and extra lock.
They tried to jimmy the deadbolt. Only lock on door. The handle doesn’t have a lock.
How’s the sale of the old house coming? I hope it’s soon, so you can be out of the apartment. Scary.
Lots of interest 🙂 No sale yet though. Looking at neighborhoods 🙂 Been busy with that actually.
Keep that anger and nix the fear. If there is a next time you do exactly what you did last night. You’re an exceptionally smart woman.
The Gift of Fear. When I looked through the peephole and the punk was standing around to the side (there’s a corner at my door) every cell in my body went on alert. Then he came out a bit and was still hiding in his clothes. Short fucker, too. Mumbling. Nothing of this wasn’t absurdly wrong.
I think I said “sorry” at some point LOL Sorry, you got to go. Or something.
I should have called 911 instead of this complex’s security.
Sadly I did have to swear at the kids to be quiet and sit on the couch. 🙁 But now they know… and we talked aboput no more running/racing to the door. Only me and Dad from no on deal with the door.
Thank God you’re safe! Now, if you had been a character in a film, you probably would have opened the door…
I was playing Silent Hill (scary game) waiting for dinner and husband. Kids were playing on my bed. I can’t believe I scolded my dog when she first chuffed and huffed when the door rattled.
But thanks – and what a cute pootie you have 🙂 I have a black pootie, too.
Yes, black cats are good luck!
I’m glad your pooch was on the job. Once I had a good scare when I looked up from ironing my shirt early one morning and found a man staring in my bedroom window. (I was wearing nothing on top!) I went right out and got a dog, but found he only barked at other dogs. So unless the burglars or peeping toms brought their dogs along, he wouldn’t have been much use.
((((DJ))))
Is this apartment your permanent home or temp? Somehow I pictured you in a more rural setting. Safer.
I hate being far from friends when these things happen. I hate that you have to feel fear in your own home when it should be a sanctuary from all the outside fear you deal with.
Where was your husband when this happened? At work?
7 o’clock sounds early for a breakin attempt to me but then again it’s never happened to me.
Damn. You know I’d be there to guard your door if I could Janet. I don’t want anyone F’ing with my little sister and her kids. On the other hand, knowing you, those bastards are lucky they didn’t get inside.
Don’t let the fear get you janet. You’re safe.
Hey there Supersoling. The apartment is temporary till our house is sold down in Calif. The area is suburbs but just outside of Portland. Nice area but shit happens.
Husband works a compressed workweek. 3 on 4 off – 4 on 3 off.
Oddly, I have gone through lots of self defense training and even helped with those classes while in Judo/Jujitsu but it’s always been about “me”. One. What to do if you, just one, are attacked. Martial arts helped bring in a ton of confidence into my life. But… this involved my kids, too. But I’ll be okay. 🙂 Just hashing it out right now.
My kids were here. That’s what got me knees shaking when it was over.
I’ve had to get up in the middle of the night a few times over the years when strange noises were heard around the house. I understand that knee shaking stuff when you are potentially the only thing betweenn something ominous and frightening, and your kids. I’m proof that men’s knees shake just as much as women’s knees :o)
Couldn’t agree with you more Super.
(((Super)))) I’m like a bull during. I just about marched up to the door LOL .. only NOW is when I turn into human taffy.
I’ll be back in a bit. XOXOX to you all! 🙂 Thanks for making me feel myself again.
Okay, I’m not feeling myself.. I’m… oh nevermind 🙂
OMG. I am so hapy bthat you and the kids are fine. Just reading about this gives me the willies. Sending good vibes and warm thoughts of love and safety your way.
Scary, DJ. Glad that you’re okay though.
Oh DJ, I’m soglad you are okay. If you don’t have a good size wooden baseball bat, you should go get one today.
Also, there are alarms that hang on door knobs that you might want to get.
Good idea! (((((Andi)))))
I have a mean ass hockey stick. I wish I had the Mr.’s PR-24 nightstick from the military days LOL
So glad you and your family are alright and that your pup did the right thing…they know, give her a big hug from the Bu girl.
Here’s something I’ve hung on my doors for years Japanese Temple Bells that work very well. Just remove the paper wind flag and hang it on the door knob or dead-bolt latch…small, nice sound, and the Bu nudges them when she wants out.
Peace and Blessings to you and yours.
((((((((((((Dada & Bu)))))))))))))
Fantastic Idea!!!!! I think there is a Japanese Garden around here… and with a tourist gitf shop. The bells look heavy unlike jingle bells which would ring anytime someone sneezed. Great great great idea, thank you!
Pssst My house is adorned with Japanese items. Along with red and greens. Incense and dojo decorations.
XOXOX thank you – perfectly perfect!
The hockey stick is probably just as good as the baseball bat — judging by some of the bleeding I’ve seen from high sticking. The bells would be nice but they need to be loud enough to be heard on the other side of the door to be really effective.
But the main thing, since the guy told you how solid the door is, is what you were talking about downthread — teaching the kids not to open the door until they know who it is.
Quote of the day: You be careful out there.
Cue Hill Street Blues theme…one of the last tv programs I can remember.
These bells are some kind of cast metal – brass ? – are high pitched (not unpleasantly so if you are aware of them) and quite sharp…I can hear them from outside when coming in…and they will wake me, and Bu, if they are disturbed at night.
Peace
(not sure what words to use in the new “family-friendly” BooTrib)
I should send you a hockey stick…you’d probably make better use of it than our local Los Tiburones… 😉
Glad you and the kids are okay…but sorry you had to get the rude awakening that there is no Safe Harbor in Bush’s America…excuse me Mr. President, how are we safer???
BTW, may need some links from you in the near future; I’m going to try to make the San Jose CodePINK’s next meeting (week from tomorrow), and if there’s interest I may volunteer to do a basic website (what the h-e-double hockey sticks am I thinking???) — may want to borrow/steal some of your recent CodePINK photos, especially some of the DC shots. Missed their first activity (last Friday at San Jose Federal Building), but plan to be out at whatever is going on 3/8 (Int’l Woman’s Day), not to mention the anniversary of the Debacle in the Desert…
They’ll be none of that!…behave yerself or we’ll have to make you an offer you can’t refuse…:{)
Peace
March Madness!! 🙂 Feel free to snatch any of the photos. Email me and I can send you some of places I lurk for photos 🙂 I am so glad you are IN PINK 🙂
Got the security, maintenance peeps over and the door is rock solid.
Family freindly??? what the hell is that?? 🙂 Did I miss a memo?? 🙂
I believe “gee golly” is now acceptable
Did I miss something? Did the language police make a raid?
You didn’t get the memo?
No so I guess that means I don’t have to give a rat’s ass.
wow Janet, glad you and your kids are OK. It would be horrible at any time, but to know your kids were there with you … it just makes it so much worse.
How are THEY doing today?
Thanks – I’m feeling more myself now. More angry than scared now 🙂
My son’s school just called and my husband is on his way to pick him up. They say he’s quiet and feverish… I told them about last night so that might be it. He seemed fine last night and my daughter was more like me – pissed off that someone DARED to do that.
I think I’ll feel safer once the kids know the new rules about the door and new safety rules. They’re so used to running to the door, racing each other to see who can open it first…
I totally get that. I’m always REALLY pissed off after I’m scared.
Hang in there. It might take your son a while to verbalize what he’s feeling. But you sound like a great mom and I know you’ll give him just the right amount of hugs.
When his father brings your son home, after you assure yourself that his problem is not a medical one, consider spending the afternoon watching a video or playing a game that he likes, feeding him his favorite comfort food, and generally creating an environment that will encourage him to talk about it.
I don’t know how old your little boy is, but something that scares mama is scary indeed, at any age, even when, as in this case, mama scares off the boogey man, even small children are old enough to sense that this is probably due to a combination of luck and/or guardian angel vigilance, depending on the state of his budding theological ponderings, if any.
You have the unenviable task of explaining to him that there are dangers in the world, and that while you and his father will do anything and everything to keep all of you safe, that it is incumbent upon us all to “be careful” and get a new door, but at the same time maintain the proper balance so that we do not allow fear of boogey men consume all our energy and emotions.
This is not an easy thing to do even for big people, but people both big and little should try very hard to find that tightrope and walk it with a smile, because what good do all those times when there is no boogeyman at the door do you if you are not enjoying your ice cream/SpiderMan/kicking mom’s butt at Madagascar/laughing at dad trying to tell the new door installation crew how to do their job.
You might also take the pre-emptive action of having dad zoom over to Target and pick up a night light for each kid, of appropriate cartoon characters, and if he happens to get confused and pick up an extra one, just plug it in to your bedroom wall and remember he is just a man, who will also need care because he was not there to protect you, and will be experiencing emotions that you cannot comprehend, but can inexplicably calm. Be sure he knows that they ran away because they thought he might be there, or appear at any moment, so he DID protect you.
Hey there Ductape, Thank you.
He is feverish and now coughing. But… he’s on the couch in the living room with.. GASP… a Herbie the Love Bug flick on. We talked about it last night and will do so as long as it takes.
The entire family used to get on the mats together for Judo and Jujitsu down in California. (looking for a new dojo here). We’ve always been very open and talkative about such matters. Pro-active instead of paranoid – if that makes sense?
The rules just are a bit different now – difference neighborhood (city now instead of rural country) and apartments instead of ranch house.
My son is 13 but he’s autistic. So it will come out but it will manifest itself in ways that… we just have to be extra alert as I’m not sure how it will come out when it does. I did make sure to tell them that they did listen, the second time, to be quiet and stay on the couch… Once they realized the seriousness, they did AWESOME! My daughter even had the wits to grab the phone.
My daughter Danni – 11 – she’s more ticked off than anything. She’s the one who got us all started in Judo. She even has helped with women’s defense classes with her Sensei.
I blog here so I don’t inundate the kids with my worries, political concerns and even my religious hang ups : )
Thank you so much my friend! I’m actually relieved the door didn’t need to be replaced, as that would have been such a constant reminder to them.
I am very glad to hear that he is OK.
It’s important for you to remember that neither he nor his father may be able to articulate their desire for a very large chocolate malt at this time. You must go into mother tiger mode and apply your blender skills to the situation.
If his sister is angry, she will be fine. Just as a reaffirmation that she is not defenseless, maybe she can practice her judo with dad, after a decent post-malt interval has passed…
The guys at Mr. Damnit’s work heard and he mentioned “hockey”… so now he’s invited to their team and actually skating tonight. He’s a right wing. So life’s back to “that n word”. 🙂
Herbie is this years obsession. Last year it was James Bond – still is pretty much. Flicks and their sounddtracks. Gotta have all of it. There’s a TON of James Bond stuff. Herbie there’s 5 movies and a soundtrack. This kid knows and loves movies. Now via the Herbie S-track, he’s into the Beach Boys. So now he has to “research” all the Beach Boy stuff… and sadly… there’s a ton of that, too. LOL
His only question was that he thought we were getting a new door. I implied that the door was a great door and didn’t need changing cause it was super safe.
Danni, she’ll go after politicians and bad guys – she’s a whippersnapper. 🙂
Here’s my cat Shadow going down for HER nap!
Great picture mythmother. My cat is decidely camera shy. She see a camera and starts hiding.
Cats are so smart! This time I snuck up on her and took advantage of the fact that she was so sleepy. Not that she’s camera shy, she just doesn’t want to do anything unless it’s her idea!
Well I was trying to post one of the few pictures I have of my cat, but photobucket keeps changing and I just can’t figure it out.
I finally figured it out. This is CAT. You can see I’m not very imaginative with names.
Yay! You DID it! What a cutie!
Thanks I think I’ve finally figured what to take out of the tag I copy from photobucket.
Yes she is a cutie and also mistress of the house. She goes when and where she wants to, and there’s no ifs, ands, or buts about it.
Wish I could help, but I’m a newbie at photobucket, too! (Don’t give up, we want to see your kitty!)
I thought Arthur’s hollering had awoken me, but now Damnit’s got me shaking in my boots. I’ll be looking for a report on your new door, missy.
That’s what dogs are for – my husband likes to grumble about taking in a new one, but I’m just grateful to have two of them going berserk at strangers arriving. Gosh, I’m not sure I can hold them back!
Wait a minute – I was gonna say Nap! – but what about my lunch?
Since I figured out the first one, here’s my other cat – Tom. As I said I’m not good with names.
and now a close up
I hope I’m not breaking any borders. If so, please let me know.
Tom is pootieful and purrrerful. What a gorgeous guy he is!! 🙂
He has the same stare as Dada’s dog, Bu. They mean business 🙂
Alrighty kids, I have to go rest. I have a molar extraction tomorrow that will likely be very rough on me due to the whole autoimmune disease gig as well as the fact that painkillers no longer really work for me (also because of the diesase), ugh.
I hope everyone has a nice nap, a fun evening, and that {{Damnit Janet}} gets her new door and some security posthaste. I’ll check back in as soon as I’m feeling better but may not be around for a few days. Best wishes, all.
Good luck tomorrow. I hope it goes better than you’re expecting.
Indy take care!! XOXOX
Got the security, maintenance people over and my door is solid. They said I did good, but next time… call 911 instead. The cop shop is just around the corner I’ve learned.
(((INDY)))
We’ll miss you. Take care.
Before I go back to lurk phase after this short break, did you guys see this. I caught it at the orange place
A marriage contract a guy drew up for his wife to sign.
I saw that earlier on the smoking gun. yecch.
Yup. It’s been discussed at various feminist blogs. This post is my favorite.
This guy is a total sicko.
That guy is a complete nut case. I wonder how she didn’t see this before he drew up the contract?
Men like that prey on women with low self esteem. Women who think they don’t deserve anything better and are convinced they can’t make it on their own.
It’s good to remember, though, that most guys in this world aren’t sick bastards like this one.
They were married for several years and had kids. I’m guessing that it was always an abusive marriage but that he finally made it so bad she finally was able to make herself get out.
I don’t see how she could put up with a day of that, much less years. Poor woman I hope she gets some good counseling.
You might want to add a warning tag to that link as I wasn’t too far into before I felt somewhat ill, so, although I clicked on all four pages I did not read every word. Hard to read anyway, maybe that was a good thing.
I hope that somewhere there’s a psychiatrist would could make some progress if in fact that loony is ever set free.
The apartment complex maintenance dude was over. Nice guy. He was much like my husband in the fact that these two thugs weren’t worried about the dog, time of day.. so either were on drugs or felt they had some form of protection – ie a gun.
The door handle was messed up. So got that done and the inner tumbler tightened. Found out that the doors are all steel and reinforced steel sides. Basically no one is getting through. It takes 3 cops with a door jammer thingy to break in.
Son is now home “sick”. I think he’s wiped out. Husband just came home as he pciked up my son while the maintenance and security detail were over.
Now… no longer scared. I’m just angry. Typical of me LOL
thanks to you all for helping me with my morning tremors.
Janet I’m happy you got your door fixed. Now like Andi said get a baseball bat and one of those door alarms. Glad you’re feeling better.
Glad you have a good door and I understand the anger. I would be mad as hell and ready to kick some major ass if I thought somneone was endangering my loved one.
I’m headed out into the great outdoors, with hopes that brisk fresh air will clear the neg vibes out of my cranium.
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I just got back from the doctor’s and have been cleared to return to work as of tomorrow!!! Also working really hard on the press release with a pr pro and am just waiting for the edits before I send it to a NYT’s journalist. It might lead to a mention in the New York Times about my design and who knows maybe even an interview. Keep your fingers crossed on that one. Life is looking up again and I feel like I am finally getting my life back.
Congrulations, happy to hear everything is going fine for you.
Thank you!!!!!
I’m keeping everything crossed for you, sweetheart.
Thank you!!!! I am really excited!!!
What a great bunch of good news! Why don’t you give the Diva Dogs some treats to celebrate and then bring on your good cheer over to the new Lounge.
They have had about 4 since I got home. LOL I’ll be right there.
Nice clean lounge to dirty up over here.