Unfortunately it has only been in my geezer years that I’ve been house broken.
I can see today is going to be a heavy nap day for me. Night before last I slept all night and didn’t wake up once. Last night I never could get to sleep and have been up all night.
Iris is always Iris, she`s a little teaser, but is around everyday. The baby has her own little home now & we let her out everyday, but under close scrutiny. Teri just now finished cleaning her “beak”. It looks like a crushed toenail that is growing out more & more but has no nerve endings. She`s as fiesty as ever though & patiently lets Teri clean her. The other little one, the green headed “Ringneck” has taken to me surprisingly fast, especially since she wouldn`t have anything to do with us at all,
for [2 yrs]. Now if she hears my voice in the house she climbs down & makes her way over to me & climbs up on me & purrs. She won`t let Teri near her though. It`s strange, but really nice that she is getting that much confidence.
I`ve lost my marbles whaaa.
I didn`t realize how much the Tiger`s Eye gemstone meant. Says a lot about your photo evoking that comparison. Can you drink that water? Is that creek springfed?
Nope, not drinkable — the creeks are fed by drainage, some of them only flow when there is runoff. The biggest creek around here might have some source besides drainage since it almost never goes dry but that just could be because everything else is draining to it.
If you find yourself in a long line, and there is a NeoCon behind you…..let a fart…and step outta line, and point to them and say loudly….EEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWW
Usually if I’m the one emitting noxious vapors, I get out of line fast and give everyone an angry/disgusted look. Sometimes I’m very bold though and just stand there with the same look. It usually depends on how noxious the vapors are. 🙂
but I’m afraid I’ll have to skip the smile part — grumpy curmudgeon and smiling do not go together and being a grumpy curmudgeon is what makes me shiningly happy. 😉
I’m ready to go back to bed. Hopey sleeps in her crate in our room but about 4:00 am she starts whining and I let her out. She immediately noses her way between the Mr. and I, even if there is no between between us. In our younger days it would have been considered natural birth control. Now it just pushes me to the edge of the bed and then out completely.
to install firefox 2.0 and see if that fixes the formatting problems (it didn’t) and this place turns to the most vile pornography imaginable — what in the FSM’s name are you two thinking!?!
And what happened to the coffee cart? I need me a cheese Danish.
I missed the memo where we went to calling this “FBC One.” Sounds kinda mechanical to me. Actually it reminds me of this German comedian I saw once (or some guy saying he was German):
“I wish to do comedy to help to combat the stereotype that all Germans are mechanical and obsessed with order. Thank you.
is olivia’s doing — come on, olivia, be brave and cop to it.
The name of the cafe is mine because I was tired of thinking up names for the first cafe of the day (which given our worldwide audience wasn’t necessarily ‘morning’).
I would like to humbly suggest that there’s never a wrong time to have coffee and/or breakfast.
Also, I would love to offer a better suggestion as to what to name the first Cafe of the day, but I don’t have one. I don’t think naming it “Throckmorton” would help, for instance, and that’s the kind of suggestion I’d come up with.
Both in weather — we actually have SUN today! — and in mood.
Looks like the spouse will be starting his retraining early next week; we’re heading to DMV so he can drop off his completed medical form, then he’ll call the union office.
This has been one hell of a ride — I think he’s finally learned that “protecting me from bad news” is not necessarily a good thing. We’ve got a lot of work to do to rebuild some of the damaged pillars on the marital bridge; it hasn’t collapsed completely yet, but not sure if it’s seismically safe.
I want to make a cushion fort in my living room, but I only have two cushions, so I need someone to bring extras.
It’s been raining a lot lately, and I’ve taken to leaping in puddles.
When I do it alone people think I’m a crazy homeless guy.
I live near a parade route, and I think I may try to attach some sort of water balloon launcher to my roof in order to douse people from a distance. I could really use a bra for the dual-shot balloon holder.
I’m afraid of spiders and I need someone to kill them for me.
When I strip off my clothes and run down the street naked it would be nice to have someone around to watch my stuff for me.
When I eat cheese and crackers with a bottle of wine I keep going until it’s all gone. If I do it alone I will end up fat and drunk, so I need someone to help split that stuff with me.
I always cook too much for one person. I’m going to throw out half of this wild mushroom risotto I just made, because I never reheat anything.
Playing chess alone sucks.
People look at me funny when I eat out alone.
I like to hear how handsome I am coming from an actual woman’s voice, as opposed to me doing my impersonation of Margaret Thatcher while looking in a mirror and telling myself how “Dashing” I look.
Aliens (If I have to explain this to you then you’ve already been
compromised)
If I walk down the street talking about how robots have infiltrated all levels of the McDonalds Corporation thereby completing the first stage of taking over the world with their alien masters then people think I’m crazy. If I’m talking to someone else about it then it’s just a conversation.
I want to be able to tell my friends crazy sex stories for a change, as opposed to the same old masturbation stories they always get out of me.
It’s no fun thumb wrestling myself for control of the T.V.
I need someone to tell me to stop screwing around on Craig’s List all the time.
When I go to weddings I’m sick of getting stuck at the single’s table.
Everyone at that table is always ugly and socially awkward, and then I start to feel like their king, and I get a swelled head, and I end up making drunken toasts when I shouldn’t and normally cap the night off by getting naked and mantle diving onto the wedding cake. If I had a date I wouldn’t sit at the single’s table (the rest would probably still apply though).
I’d rather be turned down by a woman when I’m drunk and horny than my neighbor’s dog (I don’t know why but that dog has been playing hard to get ever since we met.)
I like coffee.
I think I feel my virginity growing back.
I need someone to convince me to buy furniture.
Condoms have an expiration date and I hate having anything go to waste.
My neighbors think I’m either gay or into bestiality. I want to prove them wrong.
I like getting presents.
They say it’s a sign of alcoholism to drink alone.
I want someone to at least pretend to be impressed that I know all the words to a song.
Doing a victory dance when I beat myself in monopoly is starting to feel like a waste of time.
I need someone who will laugh at my jokes. If you laughed then I might be right for you.
If you were going out with me I would have never written this. Think of how many people you could have saved.
To all night-sky watchers, here`s something to view tonight.
“Watching the full Moon rise over the east-northeast horizon on Friday evening, Feb. 2, you will probably notice a rather bright yellowish-white “star” shining sedately just above and to the Moon’s right. That object is not a star, however, but the planet Saturn.”
Good morning Andi.
I really like today’s picture. Is that a creek bed under water?
Yup, it’s a creek with streaky light reflected in it.
I thought so, but wasn’t sure.
How’s Hopeful feeling today?
He seems to be his normal self (meaning he eats voraciously, he slobbers his water, and he sleeps 90% of the time).
I’ll tell ya, he’s a dog after my own heart.
when you slobber your water?
She was so happy to get me house broken that a little slobber in the water doesn’t bother her.
yeah I guess there is a lot of pleasure in not being whizzed on.
Unfortunately it has only been in my geezer years that I’ve been house broken.
I can see today is going to be a heavy nap day for me. Night before last I slept all night and didn’t wake up once. Last night I never could get to sleep and have been up all night.
Hopeful is horrified at the thought of not sleeping for hours on end. He is sending you thoughts (well dreams since he’s asleep) of blissful napping.
When Hopeful wakes tell him I said thank you. 🙂
It’s really pretty.
Morning Olivia.
Are you ready to start the weekend?
Yep, that is one thing I’m always ready for. 🙂
Sorry to hear you had a restless night.
Thanks but I think it just part of geezerhood. See what you’ve got to look forward to. 🙂
Another beauty Andi, It looks like “Tigers Eye” if you know what I mean.
Hey Olivia,
long time, How`s your Beau?
and how about Iris?
and little baby?
Iris is always Iris, she`s a little teaser, but is around everyday. The baby has her own little home now & we let her out everyday, but under close scrutiny. Teri just now finished cleaning her “beak”. It looks like a crushed toenail that is growing out more & more but has no nerve endings. She`s as fiesty as ever though & patiently lets Teri clean her. The other little one, the green headed “Ringneck” has taken to me surprisingly fast, especially since she wouldn`t have anything to do with us at all,
for [2 yrs]. Now if she hears my voice in the house she climbs down & makes her way over to me & climbs up on me & purrs. She won`t let Teri near her though. It`s strange, but really nice that she is getting that much confidence.
I know what you mean if you are talking about marbles — I was a big marble player as a kid.
Andi, I forgot about the marbles by that name. I was talking about a Tiger`s Eye agate.
http://www.all-that-gifts.com/se/tigers_eye.html
well, it’s sure not very hard to see where the marbles got their name.
I`ve lost my marbles whaaa.
I didn`t realize how much the Tiger`s Eye gemstone meant. Says a lot about your photo evoking that comparison. Can you drink that water? Is that creek springfed?
Nope, not drinkable — the creeks are fed by drainage, some of them only flow when there is runoff. The biggest creek around here might have some source besides drainage since it almost never goes dry but that just could be because everything else is draining to it.
Smiles are Contageous ; )
Happiness shines like a light from within.
A handshake that has meaning, is lasting.
If you find yourself in a long line, and there is a NeoCon behind you…..let a fart…and step outta line, and point to them and say loudly….EEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWW
wado
Morning IP.
I thought everyone did the line thing. 🙂
How’re you today?
I’m doing great FM, just getting ready for the work day.
Hope all is going well for you today,
As far as the line thing, it’s just a lot more fun to do it to a NeoCon…then you get to listen to their excuses, without the media.. ; )
peace
I’m doing fine today.
Usually if I’m the one emitting noxious vapors, I get out of line fast and give everyone an angry/disgusted look. Sometimes I’m very bold though and just stand there with the same look. It usually depends on how noxious the vapors are. 🙂
but I’m afraid I’ll have to skip the smile part — grumpy curmudgeon and smiling do not go together and being a grumpy curmudgeon is what makes me shiningly happy. 😉
I get up an hour early and STILL miss you crazy people?!
I’m still here and I wouldn’t want you to waste an early wake up.
So what are the plans for today?
Staying dry and out of trouble. Oh, and changing the cat box. Always some excitement here at the nature house.
How about you?
What crazy people? Damn, I missed them too.
I’m ready to go back to bed. Hopey sleeps in her crate in our room but about 4:00 am she starts whining and I let her out. She immediately noses her way between the Mr. and I, even if there is no between between us. In our younger days it would have been considered natural birth control. Now it just pushes me to the edge of the bed and then out completely.
Sounds like I got an exciting day like yours. I think after being up all night the most effort I’ll put out is ironing some clothes.
I haven’t ironed in years. What do you iron?
Just a few things of FMom’s and some long sleeved shirts of mine. Not a big job, but still time consuming.
My grandmother used to iron her sheets. Boy they felt good.
I just take our dress shirts out of the dryer when they’re still a little damp, shake them out and hang them up. No ironing for me.
My Grandmother and my oldest sister used to iron their sheets and pillow cases. I only iron when I have to most of the times.
Most of my clothes I take out of the dryer and hang up.
to install firefox 2.0 and see if that fixes the formatting problems (it didn’t) and this place turns to the most vile pornography imaginable — what in the FSM’s name are you two thinking!?!
Well you know SN and me. We can’t carry on a non-dirty conversation. 😉
Normally I’d join right in but ironing — ewww!
LOL, Andi! If my sinuses didn’t feel like they were going to blow up my f-ing head I’d really be laughing right now.
Sorry for the vile language but FM is right – we’re always dirty.
but I still have to point out that some dirt should never been exposed to the light of type.
Pron? Where? How did I miss that?
because the gray lines were starting to go over into the ads. Does it look that way on your screen too?
(I’ll pass you thank you on to Hopeful)
Not at the moment. It was looking that way earlier, but for right now it has stopped. I wonder what’s causing that?
George is whinning to go out and I going to try and take a nap.
See ya’ll later.
Greetings from lovely El Paso! Andi, I love your sig pictures.
Hey, don’t worry about the cafe today, I’ll take care of it.
(thanks and glad to know that the scene in the sig is recognizable; I was a little worried that I could tell what it was because I knew what it was)
(peeks out from behind a potted plant)
And what happened to the coffee cart? I need me a cheese Danish.
I missed the memo where we went to calling this “FBC One.” Sounds kinda mechanical to me. Actually it reminds me of this German comedian I saw once (or some guy saying he was German):
“I wish to do comedy to help to combat the stereotype that all Germans are mechanical and obsessed with order. Thank you.
Joke number one.”
NO!
I would like to point out in case you don’t already know – I love Canada.
we’ll all add disclaimers to our posts now … here’s mine:
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I love Americans — even the snarky ones 😉
Being an honorary Canadian I think the Americans are OK, but the best lot of the group lives in the Southern U.S. 🙂
Where does that put me? Am I in southern northern U.S – or northern southern U.S.?
You’re in the northern southern U.S. Actually I guess you in the eastern northern southern part of the U.S. Kind of confusing. 🙂
you’ll appreciate them for the Cdn delicacy they are … timbits …
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I love Americans, even the H Cdn ones 😉
Those are sort of donuts aren’t they? 🙂
they’re the bit of dough that gets punched out when a doughnut is made … perfectly mouth-sized delicous morsels. 🙂
WE like to call there thangs donut holes. Leave it to you canadians to call them some fancy shit name.
another disclaimer is warranted …
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I love Americans — even though they call them donut holes 😉
though I do completely LURVE all things canadian.
poutine?
😉
I think you have to be a Cdn citizen to love that.
Those Americans are quaint aren’t they. 😉
Yeah we’ve got those down here, but I forgot what they’re called.
In town we have a little dinner that is run by Mennonites. They make the best pastries you’ve ever eaten.
It is sort of mechanical, but solves big problems for hosts. And I say that as a German.
Yes but can you say it in Southern?
I don’t have the english/barney fife – barney fife/english dictionary with me.
is olivia’s doing — come on, olivia, be brave and cop to it.
The name of the cafe is mine because I was tired of thinking up names for the first cafe of the day (which given our worldwide audience wasn’t necessarily ‘morning’).
Don’t take the blame for her Andi. It had to be Olivia’s doing. 🙂
😛
I am such a trouble maker you know.
culpa
🙁
it was the soggy cereal sitting all day …
here Omir, these are fresh
you are redeemed. 🙂
Not by me. She gave all the donuts to Omir. 🙁
can’t be upsetting my muse … 🙂
I would like to humbly suggest that there’s never a wrong time to have coffee and/or breakfast.
Also, I would love to offer a better suggestion as to what to name the first Cafe of the day, but I don’t have one. I don’t think naming it “Throckmorton” would help, for instance, and that’s the kind of suggestion I’d come up with.
my diary
read and rec’ed.
And thanks, she says blushingly.
I’ll save the real dirty stuff for in private. 😉
Both in weather — we actually have SUN today! — and in mood.
Looks like the spouse will be starting his retraining early next week; we’re heading to DMV so he can drop off his completed medical form, then he’ll call the union office.
This has been one hell of a ride — I think he’s finally learned that “protecting me from bad news” is not necessarily a good thing. We’ve got a lot of work to do to rebuild some of the damaged pillars on the marital bridge; it hasn’t collapsed completely yet, but not sure if it’s seismically safe.
Hope everyone out there has a great day…
I can relate, Cali. In my situation, protecting me from bad news usually means CYA. Trust is hard to rebuild but it can be done.
OMG – do we know anyone single for this guy?
He’s pretty appealing. Too bad he isn’t in New York; I’ve got a really cute niece.
To all night-sky watchers, here`s something to view tonight.
“Watching the full Moon rise over the east-northeast horizon on Friday evening, Feb. 2, you will probably notice a rather bright yellowish-white “star” shining sedately just above and to the Moon’s right. That object is not a star, however, but the planet Saturn.”
Ooooh, I should pull out my binoculars and see if we can get a good view (although I most likely won’t get home from work in time for the best view).