Sunday, Puppy Sunday: Pups of others, napping Butcher edition

A dear friend came through tow with this lovely pup. Butcher is about the size of all 3 of mine combined, but he was sweet, playful and gentle with my furballs, in spite of any suspicion he may have harbored that they are big rats. :)

61 degrees is more like it. Sweetness and light here.

Windows are open, as is the back door, and the puppehs are gamboling from lawn to loveseat, and all is well. Himself is helping me in the first spate of cleaning I've felt up to in months. :)

Love this gentle song and the joy of the video. Very sweet. Very light.





Sigur Ros Saturday

Back to my tidying.

A post for February 1

The incomparable Nina Simone performed this gripping rendition of Feelings at the Montreaux Jazz Festival. I remember I was a kid at the time Feelings came out and it was so very popular that it became a cliche. One episode of The Gong Show featured only a cavalcade of acts performing versions of this, because you just couldn't get away from it for a while, and it became something to shrug off. I think here, Ms. Simone was baring part of her soul-- I really think she was going through some profound heartache at that moment, and chose this setting for expressing same, underscored by her virtuoso piano playing. And I love the improvisation at the end, and then she modulates this minor key to Major and says "No." And you'll always stay right here in my heart no matter what.

Senza rancor.

Um. I'm sure as hell not clicking to find out, but...

I was just watching a video on YouTube and this poll popped up at the bottom of my screen. I usually "x" out of those things, but this very much looks like if I click on the indicated "X", it may take that as a response to the poll, which I have no intention of doing, either way. If my instincts are right, this sure is a shitty way to get a certain result on a poll. Maybe I'm wrong and my cynicism isn't justified, but I resent crap like this popping up and feeling like I don't have an option to NOT answer if I want the blasted thing off my screen. What is your opinion of this?

Love this movie!

I just watched the documentary Beauty Is Embarrassing. Absolutely loved this. One of the most creatively inspiring films I've seen in a great while, and the LBJ head is classic, as is the World's Largest George Jones Head. I'm feeling inspired to make something monstrous in papier maiche. Look out, world.

Check it out:

Goulash, schmoulash!

Though it may look like goulash, this is going to end up being chili. Cool front came through, and there's the most lovely breeze blowing. I was torn between making beans or chili, but chili won the draw. I'll make the beans tomorrow.

I am an Arkie, so I reserve the right to throw in beans, but as a naturalized Texan, I eschew beans in the chili. That said, I've had some very good chili with beans in. Just not mine.

A word on firepower: the Mexican beans used for frijoles are delicious, but I'd recommend against eating them before car or air travel, or being locked in any small, closed spaces in which other persons should be considered.

I have Mochi's Lord Of The Rings name:

Mochi, daughter of son of Hammerweenie.

Ossum, innit? It so fits her. She am fierce with her toofies and lipflaps and ears flouncing with every smidge of ferocity that flouncing leathers ever mustered.

WHEEEEE!

First (half) day back at work on Monday was very tiresome. I started feeling very drained at about the two hour mark. I'm glad I've got half days this week. May need that again next week.

It's 81 bloody degrees F here.

Fume.

One would like to go through 2 or 3 months of the year with no peril of needing to run the air conditioner.

Sunday, Puppy Sunday: brown babies

It's funny how alike they are, and yet how different.

Tasteless, but nigh irresistible.

I saw this on Facebook and HAD to defile the blog widdit. I hope you roar as much as I did, in spite of the horrors of tucking.

This little treat comes to us courtesy of the Chalk Hotel in Brisbane, Australia.

Meh.

Follow up with surgeon tomorrow in Dallas, so today I called the Cowgirl museum in Fort Worth to check on hours, etc. No answer. Sez I of course they are open. I detour into Fort Worth to go to the museum and check out the quilt show. Arrives at the museum district to find the Fort Worth Stock Show is under way and I was going to have to park a jillion miles away and pay $8 for that privilege.

Quilt show goes through the end of March. I'll try again later.
Grump.

On a brighter note, my teeth meet correctly, I can chew, my jaw doesn't pop or crunch when I move it, and my constant jaw pain is no more.

Yays!

Sunday, Puppy Sunday: covered in pups

Yes, this is all three dogs on me at once.

You tell 'em I'm coming, and hellacious accessories are coming with me!

Today I'm appreciating my sassy holster from Michael at http://theholstersite.com

This seems a fitting feature for Gun Appreciation Day.

If you want to hear Himself giggle like a schoolgirl...

You'll want to be nearby as he watches a newscast of an uncooperative defendant being subdued by SO personnel. The sounds and their effects were as follows: squeak of shoes on courtroom floor (peals of laughter), sounds of struggle (chuckles) and the dulcet pulse of a lovingly administered taser (giggling like a schoolgirl now).
Much like the rapturous expressions of children on Christmas morning. :)