Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Anyway, we drove right over to Little Town PD and Himself went in to make inquiries. Turned out someone had been looking a couple days for a dog that met this selfsame description. They called the number and left a message.
Back home about 10 minutes later, we got a phone call-- the people who'd lost a dog were up at the PD and I said I'd be right over.
Happy reunion and all. I was so relieved the little dog didn't get smushed, and I was so relieved he wasn't going to be staying very long at my place. My house is flush for pups...
...or very nearly... There's a little chiweenie in a yard we walk by when we go for our nearly nightly walks. I've dubbed her Miss Muffin, and she's an absolute gem. When she sees us coming, she otter-lopes through the tall grass. She probably wouldn't make 8 pounds, but she's a long little thing, and super-cute.
Muffin's house has had a For Sale sign in the yard for the whole of this year. I was crestfallen on Saturday when I saw the day-glo orange surveyor flags at the corners of the property. The next day an "under contract" bit was added to the realtor's sign. I'm heartsick. Muffin is the only little dog I'd actually work to make fit into my little pack at the moment. Taking treats to her every night has been a highpoint of our walks, and I'm going to be so blue not to see her yappy little self there in the future. :( I wish I had some staggering pile of cash to offer the owner of the house to let me have her.
Got a cheapie reel mower this weekend, Himself put it together, and he mowed most of the yard for me and I did a bit of mowing, as well. LOVE. IT. So much quieter, so much more pleasant than a mechanized mower. The good thing is this one is in time for the cooler weather, and I expect it to be a less brutal ordeal than pushing 30 or 40 pounds of gas-powered mower over the long haul. There's something meditative about the snickety-snickety whirr of the blades, too.
Monday, August 30, 2010
Sunday, August 29, 2010
This German sausage dog is worth driving many miles for. Yum!!!
This general store was established in 1892, and frankly, I'd just like to move in. Look at that ceiling! Pickle barrels and nice folks. Sat at the table out front eating when a dust devil rolled through. Sunday driving, yeah!!!
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Saturday, August 28, 2010
Friday, August 27, 2010
...if you say you can't afford health/car insurance yet choose to spend all your spare change for spinny tire rims and on having black velvet Jesus/Nubian Goddess/Calvin peeing on ____ airbrushed on your tailgate whilst other folk drive sensible, reliable vehicles and pay for their own health insurance, you bloody well don't deserve free healthcare.
If, on the other hand, you turn your ghetto-fabulous/barrio-mobile/apocalyptic white trash hoop-D into a screaming flaming deathtrap for yourself and yourself alone, well, I'm kind of okay with that.
Yes, losers, I'm hating on you.
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
I managed to beg Thursday and Friday off from my job last week, so we could make it for more than a day at Blogorado. Departure from town was delayed by a/c problems, and the A/C guy came that morning and interfered with the system so the house wouldn't be hot on Sunday night. Then, with heavy heart, Himself and I took teh puppehs to board at the local place. Yes, I cried. I hate being away from the little darlings, but there was fun to be had and friends to be met.
We drove right on up through the antelope-riddled rugged beauties of the Texas and Oklahoma panhandles, arriving Thursday evening too late for dinner, but plenty early to scarf down some of FarmMom's leftover fried chicken and gravy without ruining our breakfast. Mmmm, gravy. Glorious stuff.
MattG and JPG were already there, as was OldNFO and AEPilotJim, Ambulance Driver and GayCynic. The next day, OldNFO, Jim and AD went to set up the range with FarmDad. I shot the breeze with Matt and LD and IRC regular Vine, FarmMom and MeeMaw. Meanwhile, GC whipped up a glorious lasagna and a chocolate cake that was sublime. I sampled FarmMom's pickles which came in varying degrees of heat. Then Peter arrived from Denver where he'd collected Wing and Oleg at the airport. Soon after, the Nerds' large but useful truck rolled in replete with an embarrassment of riches in the form of their home brew and a couple of glorious pies. We sat in a circle on fold out chairs on the lawn, swapping stories and finishing dinner. Back in Texas, Christina called Jim and instructed him to grab everyone's butt for her, which he did, to the general amusement of all and sundry.
Saturday, we went out to the range and shot to our hearts' content. I shot a couple .44 pistols that I liked. OldNFO told me he'd accidentally brought a Diamondback instead of the lovely Colt's Python he knew I was so fond of. I later overheard LawDog chiding "she won't know the difference."
Anyhoo, the Diamondback was lovely and all, but I most definitely prefer the Python. *harumph*
More than anything, I shot my beloved Browing .22 lever-action rifle. The funny thing is that since moving away from the city, I really don't make it out to shoot as much as I would like (excepting squirrels who have ideas about cohabiting under my roof). I was quite pleased with my accuracy, for being so out of practice, and I put the hurt on a stack of 4 microwaves and set some steel plates to dancing.
AmbulanceDriver didn't manage to kill his radiator with a buck this time, but he did kill a respectably well-fed 4' rattlesnake on Thursday. I'm happy to report there was no road-side skinning of big game this year.
Dinner Saturday night was Chicken Fried steak, and then came Salamander of kneebeard fame, and TD arrived with his gorgeous girlfriend in tow. Incidentally, TD brought an elephant gun which I didn't get to shoot, since we were leaving Sunday morning. I'm hopeful he'll bring it back next year and I can at least watch someone else shoot it.
The shooting was a hoot, and we all had a good time. Oleg brought an impressive array of guns, and I really enjoyed firing a KelTec .22 rifle he brought with a scope. The air was dry, if warm, and I don't think anyone was miserably sunburned. The whole weekend was a grand affair, but the best of all was the story-telling at the end of the day. We killed a goodly bit of ammo, but more than anything, we shot the shit and tickled ourselves aplenty. Colorado is open-carry, so I sported The Gun That Killed Santa Claus on my belt Friday. *FUN*
This is a fine gang of people, and I can't wait till the next gathering. :) FarmGirl, FarmMom and FarmDad are some of the kindest and best folks you could ever want to meet, and it is a privilege to enjoy their abundant hospitality. I came home with jars of pickles and Dixie Sauce and cucumbers from FarmMom's garden, as well as some recipes. I'm hoping to winnow out those canned delights to bring us closer to the season when we'll be enjoying Blogorado III.
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Pupzebubs were ecstatic, to say the least. We've really got to take down that treehouse-- it scares the crap out of me when I walk out into the back yard and she's all the way up on the deck of the treehouse. On the other paw, I'm afraid she'll go way up in the tree if the treehouse isn't there. She's slightly insane, that one. *le sigh*
Tail wagging to beat the band, Praline seemed to be a series of dozens of hinges. Himself says she is like a salmon on meth. True, that.
Good to have my pups at home and me with them. I'll try to get to that range report on Blogorado tomorrow. Was a grand time.
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Monday, August 23, 2010
More detail to come on Tuesday's post. :)
Sunday, August 22, 2010
Saturday, August 21, 2010
Friday, August 20, 2010
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Thursday, August 19, 2010
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How fabulous is that, eh?
If that weren't enough, there's Shirtless Kirk Cologne:
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The funny thing is now I want to wear it. That's not weird, is it?
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Himself and I went for a long walk with teh puppehs Tuesday night. I'm heartsick about leaving the little devils in boarding. I hate being away from them for even a night. I know they're jolly and their caretakers will be sweet to them, but it feels so wrong to be far away from them, my babies.
Still, there's good friends to be met, and lots of shooty goodness. I'm hoping I'll get to shoot Old NFO's Colt's Python again, and I'd like to kick up some dust with Farm Mom's Judge (which she carries for snake-killin').
Yeah, I've got a day of work ahead of me, but I'm feeling refreshed already. Will post pictures from the road.
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Monday, August 16, 2010
Sunday, August 15, 2010
Saturday, August 14, 2010
Friday, August 13, 2010
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
I know several people who were packing when they got married, and one of them was even the groom. If you have guns at your wedding, well, I'm all for that, but you should only be handling guns at your wedding if you would normally be handling guns at other times of your life. Guns are not props or toys that know you don't mean to hurt someone. The gun is a tool. The idiot wielding the gun is the wild card element.
Further, someone who knew something about guns should had been overseeing the handling of the guns and should have checked repeatedly to ensure there were no rounds in the firearms. This was a fail on several levels, but mostly it's just a sad story that will be used to emphasize wrong points, I expect.
It's funny, though, when people want to snap a memorable photograph, you never hear of people deciding to juggle chain saws for the first time or posing up close and personal with alligators. Hmph.
(here be spoilers)
At Mom and Dad's house last Friday night, I'd driven straight to Dallas from work and arrived in time to catch the 11:00 movie with Dad. Mom went off to bed, and Dad and I sat up chatting and watching the movie. I actually sort of liked it, despite the schticky, formulaic bits. (Crusty Old Tar has friction with young Upstart Ivy Leaguer until they bond over booze and a scar-off) The wistful monlogue of the old sailor was a major tipoff that not only was he not getting out of the film with his dignity (wanna see me take my tooth out? Watch this!), he wadn't getting out with his life, neither.
Anyway - I was 9 when Jaws first premiered, and I remember the titillating intrigue of the cautionary lesson from the poster: ladies who swim nekkid get gobbled up by prehistoric monsers!!! oooh! Scary!
The best thing of all about the movie (besides the quotes about needing a bigger butt(don't we all?) and the one about standing in the foreground "to give a thenth of thcale" was knowing the fake shark was called Bruce was the namesake of the shark in the support group in Finding Nemo.
Anyway, spooling back in my mind to the 9 year old I was, this film wasn't nearly as racy and hot-cha-cha! as I expected it to be. It was not that scary. It was kind of fun, but more than that, it was fun to sit in Mom's recliner and take jabs at the very seventiesness of it all with Dad.
We laughed and laughed. Good times.
Anyway, below is Jaws in 60 seconds (after 30 seconds of titles) and this is pretty much the long and short of it.
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Monday, August 09, 2010
Sunday, August 08, 2010
Saturday, August 07, 2010
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Friday, August 06, 2010
Thursday, August 05, 2010
I think if I drank to the degree that I'd snooze through having a digit gnawed off by one of my little darlings, then A) I would be too embarrassed to tell people about my alcohol poisoning and B) I'd never feel comfy sleeping any place my var-meent could get at me.
My goal is that my beloved houndies will restrict their nomming to stuff that simply smells like mommy. Stuff like socks. And other unmentionables. Not that my dogs would ever eat underwear, given the opportunity.
Oh, and I also have a goal of not letting a nasty toe infection go unchecked. Come to that, I have a goal of not having nasty toe infections, full stop. :P
Wednesday, August 04, 2010
Here's Geoffrey's being interviewed about a year and a half ago, and I think a lot of what I admire about him really shines through here. he is good-natured, empathetic and predisposed to look kindly upon those around him.
Geoffrey's is in hospital and my heart goes out to him and all his dear ones. I think he's a rarity in that he's one of those people who can't hide what a big-hearted person they are. It's one thing to pretend to be grumpy, persnickety characters, but in the end, you can't hide when you're a loveable old softie. :)
Anyone ever see Top Gear? This British television show features three car enthusiasts with very different tastes who put various road cars through their paces and wax euphoric or otherwise about same. They are quite entertaining and as purely amusing television goes, it's more clever than most.
I was shocked to learn that one of the hosts, Jeremy Clarkson has been widely decried by disability charities and the people who love them for cracking wise about the faculties of a vehicle:
Jeremy Clarkson's has angered disability charities and carers by describing a car as "special needs" on BBC2's Top Gear show.
The TV presenter was comparing two Ferrari cars when he said the older one looked like a "simpleton".
He then added the car, called 430 Speciale, should be the "430 Speciale... needs" in Sunday's show.
Was that on the tacky side? Unquestionably. Should he have refrained from saying what he said? Probably. Is this enough of a big deal to warrant such a flap that people decry him as insensitive? Uh, I don't think so.
I'll bet that pretty much everyone you meet has some special situation in their life that gives them hardship and grief. Many grapple with an illness on a daily basis. Some are malformed. Some people go through life with ghastly, debilitating cases of assholitis, and do they get a little ribbon on tuxedo lapels at Tinseltown award ceremonies? No! Do women sit around on The View talking about how hard it is for these folks, glycerine tears threatening to crest the banks of their perfectly made-up eyes? Nope. Let's face it- there're enough hard knocks to go around. I'm sorry you're dealing with whatever grievously crappy hand life has dealt you, but we all get our serving of sucky pie, so tuck in and quit whining already.
In fact, in the English language there are so many privileged, protected classes of phraseology these days that I'm amazed we can still communicate at all without stepping on toesies and becoming defendants in various lawsuits. Surely the very plinth of our civilization will buckle under the o'er-weening melodrama of feigned wounded classes.
Tuesday, August 03, 2010
Ah, Christina darlin', I think you've been a bit of a Texan all along! ;)
Monday, August 02, 2010
Sunday, August 01, 2010
This poor pup was stuck in a fence and the local LEOs do double duty as animal control in this Missouri town, so he frees the pooch, who then runs to parts unknown only to appear later in the video.
Cute. Sometimes a man is a dog's best friend. :)