Rolling back to Little Town with Himself Sunday, a little dog was running around in the middle of a 4 lane non-divided highway, bewildered and frightened. I saw him almost get hit by cars twice and I couldn't stand it. Himself said "go back. You're just gonna worry if you don't." Was a little Boston Terrier and in pretty good shape. I felt sickly even as I pulled over-- was he going to get run over, or was I going to end up with an extra dog around the house? Who knew which was worse?
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.
Alas.
**********
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.
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Monday, August 30, 2010
More Windthorst
Lovely little grotto by the Catholic church.
- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone
- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone
Sunday, August 29, 2010
Cue celestial choir singing heavenly hosannas
Sunday driver post.
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!!!
- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone
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!!!
- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone
Saturday, August 28, 2010
Friday, August 27, 2010
call me a prude, but...
...if I can hear the bass on your car stereo from a block away, I don't want to pay for your hearing aids and other hearing loss-related accessories/meds/treatments when you go frelling deaf, okay? I celebrate your right to Play Very Loud when it comes to your own music, but when your music overrides the [vastly superior] audio in my own car, you've gone too far. Somewhere, a tear is rolling ponderously down an old Native American guy's cheek because your music is shitty and you're polluting the atmostphere with it. Just stop, already.
...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.
...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
seasons don't fear the ukelele
How long since I posted a ukelele video?
Well, that's too long.
Gus and Fin put their twist on the Blue Oyster Cult classic Don't Fear the Reaper
Love it.
Well, that's too long.
Gus and Fin put their twist on the Blue Oyster Cult classic Don't Fear the Reaper
Love it.
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Blogorado 2.0
FarmFamily's Blogorado was fabulous this year.
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."
Bull.
Corn.
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.
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."
Bull.
Corn.
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
Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!
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.
- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone
Monday, August 23, 2010
Home again.
It's good to be home, but it won't be quite right until teh puppehs are home in the morning. Lots to tell about Blogorado. Was good to see old friends and renew the acquaintances of friends met at the first Blogorado.
More detail to come on Tuesday's post. :)
Cheers!
More detail to come on Tuesday's post. :)
Cheers!
Sunday, August 22, 2010
Sunday, puppy Sunday: missing my babies
Just got home from
Colorado, but can't pick up the puppehs from boarding until the morning. That can't come soon enough.
- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone
Colorado, but can't pick up the puppehs from boarding until the morning. That can't come soon enough.
- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone
Farm country
FarmMom's pickles are superb. Having a bumper crop of cokes this year, she's
sending some home with me. *squeeee!*
Lots of lovely sights along the roadway. Some crops are harvestng now.
- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone
sending some home with me. *squeeee!*
Lots of lovely sights along the roadway. Some crops are harvestng now.
- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone
Saturday, August 21, 2010
Friday, August 20, 2010
Blogorado: for the win
Ask Ambulance Driver about the guy who was beaten to death with a frozen raccoon. Defibrilating chihuahuas was the stinger in the tail of the story.
Suspect it's all downhill from here.
- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone
Suspect it's all downhill from here.
- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)