Moved On Down the Road

It’s finally happened. After 7 years of blogging, I have used up all the space allowed in this spot.

Last night Mousey helped me to start a new space, one that will feature all the same sort of nonsense you have come to expect here.

Ironically, this is all happening two days shy of the blobs 7th anniversary, otherwise known to the regular readers as the day I shamelessly troll for comments!

This blog will remain here as it is, an extension of my memory, a seven year slice of our life, a beloved member of my family. Well, beloved by me anyway!

Here is your invitation to see the new place, Capri Deb graciously allowed me to use her background because she said she was getting the urge to redecorate anyway. I don’t have everything unpacked and in its place yet, but it’s up and running.

Hope to see you soon at
Come on by tomorrow and have a piece of virtual cake!  It would make my heart happy if EVERYONE would leave us a birthday wish, even you strong silent types. Come on, let’s hear some chatter!


A List For Your Monday Viewing

I have a variety of unrelated things to share. Sounds like a list.

The Girls and I went on a girl outing. To the eye doctor and then over to Sears to pick out some new frames. We are super fun.

Mousey has decided to get contacts, but she still needed some glasses because she is basically driving around town like Mrs. Magoo. Pure road hazard.

The Ab-Cat chose a cute new pair for everyday and also a super cute new pair of sunglasses! There was another cute option that she discarded because they were the Kardashian brand. She said in no way was she supporting them. I get that.

I always need other people to come with me when I get new spectacles. It’s hard to choose wisely when you can’t see what you are doing.

I think I chose a flattering pair, but it has been my experience that I never like the new pair when I get them home. There is great angst and gnashing of teeth and severe doubt about how I could have picked so poorly, so I resort to wearing my old pair until they break and then I am forced to wear the new pair. 

It’s a complicated process. I have been doing it for over 40 years now.

We gals also had a Friday Night Lights marathon. Honey asked me how I could enjoy  watching what I had already seen? I told him it has been a couple years since I had been immersed in Dillon, Texas, and I had forgotten entire story lines! So it was basically almost all brand new!

Had a loverly Skype session with Mrs. Schmenkman yesterday afternoon. I like her face.

We were discussing our annual Memorial Day Extravaganza visit. I moved it last year because we had a family wedding. She needs to move it this year because she has a family wedding and will be here in The Mitten!!! We may move it to later in the summer.

Two years of not having The Memorial Day Hootenanny on Memorial Day. We are so flexible I don’t even know who we are anymore.

Just so long as we gather, that’s our new motto.

We thought The Boy’s new steroid was helping, but then it wasn’t. He had IVIG last week and is in the throes of some very bad side effects. Prayers are welcome.

Oh my goodness. Those cats are fighting down the hall like junior high school girls.

Seymour is a punk.

When I picked up some cat food I also purchased a new laser pointer. They think it’s the BOMB!!! Even the elder ladies are getting a workout!

Have a productive Monday.

Why is it?

Why is it you wake up at 4 when you don’t need to get up, and on days when you really need to get up you sleep until the alarm?

Why is it when I have time to read blobs in the morning, no one has posted?

Why is it the worst things happen to the nicest people?

Why is it I need to run errands on the coldest, bluster-iest days?

Why is it our three old lady cats are so….hefty, when they don’t eat NEAR as much as the new catten Sy?

Why is it our back counter in the laundry room is always a disaster? It’s an honest question.

Why is it I can overlook such disasters for a long time before I really see them?

Why is it some people are so much more likeable than other people? I could talk and laugh with some all the live long day, and others? Like pulling teeth. Awkward and painful. Awkward is a weird word if you look at it too long.

Why is it you can wear an outfit for a good long time, feel comfortable and confident, and then all the sudden you hate it and think you look awful in it and CAN’T BELIEVE YOU EVER WORE IT???? What changed? Seriously, I need to know?

Why is it I am so much more critical of the sins I see in others, yet so complacent with my own? In our BSF lesson this week we saw that God struck down Aaron’s sons, Nadab and Abihu on the very first day of their service as consecrated priests of the Lord because they offered “unauthorized fire”. The VERY FIRST DAY. They basically did not do things “as the Lord commanded”. Fire came out from the presence of the Lord and toasted them. I am pretty sure if not for the permanent sacrifice of Jesus Christ covering all my many sins I would be toasted daily. Crispy. God cares about how we do things.

Why is it when my neck feels better, my lower back is of the devil? Can’t we all just get along?

Why is it I had FIVE servings of chocolate yesterday? I know better than that.

Why is it when I want to pet and cuddle with Sy he is all spicy?

Why is it that I look so completely different in pictures than I feel I look in my everyday life? Do I really LOOK that bad? Really, we are friends, you would tell me, right? Good Grief!

Why is it when I have really good letters for Words With Friends there is no place to put them?

How about you guys?

No Hodge to Podge

I really, really wanted to participate in The Wednesday Hodgepodge today but the Bomb Cyclone has joophered up my plans.

As you know, when you return from vacation you hit the ground running. Which I did and which is fine, but I did not factor in the giant beast of a headache that has been assaulting me for three days now. My weather head and I blame the Bomb Cyclone, it’s trying to kill me.

By the time I navigated all my Hectic yesterday and finished my Bible study lesson, I just did not have a hodge to podge. What I really wanted to do was saw off my own neck, take out the nerves on the left side that are stabbing me in my brain, roll them in bubble wrap and reattach everything with a jaunty zig zag stitch. Instead I took a pill and went to bed hoping the weather pressure would just SIMMAH DOWN NOW. Bonus points if you know what that is from.

My course of action did not work. Perhaps things will dissipate once the bomb does.  Please join with me to pray the beast into submission. Thank you kindly.

Wednesday Hodgepodge

Hi Guys, glad you stopped by! If you would like to join us, click the button below to head over to Joyce’s to play along.

1. Elizabeth Lawrence is quoted as saying, ‘Even if something is left undone, everyone must take time to sit still and watch the leaves turn." So have you done just that? And what did you leave undone in order to do so?

I don’t think I left anything undone to do it, as a matter of fact I multitasked. I did most of my leaf watching while walking and driving. It has been spectacular this year!
2. Since we’re talking turning…what’s one thing you feel you’re doing ‘every time you turn around‘?

I feel like every time I turn around it’s CHRISTMAS! Seriously, I just took those dang decorations DOWN.
3. How hard is it for you to ‘turn the other cheek?’

I goggled it to see what the internet said that meant.

Refrain from retaliating when one has been attacked or insulted.

I know from experience that I can turn the other cheek, but I find that I am wary and that can take a long time to resolve. Just because I don’t retaliate doesn’t mean I have forgotten. I pray about that because I don’t want to hold a grudge.
4. When did you last turn a drawer, your car, a room, or your entire house upside down looking for something? Did you find it?

A couple weeks ago I was making some pumpkin chocolate chip muffins and I could not find the beaters for the hand mixer! I took quite a bit of stuff out of the drawer and they were not there! I have always put them in the same place. I finally gave up and called The Ab-Cat and told her SHE had to find them because she puts the dishes away and I was done looking for them. She did find them and I suspect it’s because she accidently put them in another drawer!
5. ‘One good turn deserves another‘…were you most recently on the giving or receiving end of that sentiment?

I was on the receiving end just last night!

Mousey and I were at the store the other day and I was looking for the eyeliner I normally use. I have been having the hardest time finding it in the espresso color I have bought for years! That same day she let me try her new lipstick, and I liked it very well. Last night she brought me the eyeliner, the lipstick and a lip gloss she picked up for me at Ulta! What a big old hunk of honey!
6. Red, yellow, and orange are the colors of fall. Also the colors of fruit. If you were permitted only one color of fruit in your diet, which would you choose? This question isn’t as easy as it sounds, at least not for me.

I have been eating bananas lately in the form of the mashed banana with 2 eggs pancake  so I will pick that. Other than that I tend to be a red fruit eater; strawberry, raspberry, cherry, apple and such.
7. The Hunt for Red October, October Sky, Halloween…which ‘October‘ film is your favorite?

The Hunt for Red October, although I haven’t seen it in YEARS.
8. Insert your own random thought here.

Everywhere I turn these days I am hearing about essential oils!  It’s literally and figuratively in the air. Does anyone have any first hand experience with them? I sat next to a gal at Bible study who was a fan,  I read about them on a blog, they are all over Pinterest and this week Heifer Lynn was pinning them like it was her J.O.B., and lastly a good friend came to get her hair done and we chatted about them extensively. There are so many different brands and smells and ways to use them. It seems confusing, yet intriguing, with a pinch of voodoo thrown in! What do you know? Spill it.

Potent Quotable-Prayer

I have been driven many times to my knees by the overwhelming conviction that I had nowhere else to go. ~Abraham Lincoln

God can pick sense out of a confused prayer. ~Richard Sibbes

There come times when I have nothing more to tell God. If I were to continue to pray in words, I would have to repeat what I have already said. At such times it is wonderful to say to God, "May I be in Thy presence, Lord? I have nothing more to say to Thee, but I do love to be in Thy presence." ~O. Hallesby

God tells us to burden him with whatever burdens us. ~Author Unknown

The Lord longs to hear all of our concerns — any concern too small to be turned into a prayer is too small to be made into a burden. ~Corrie Ten Boom, Clippings from My Notebook

The Boy’s counts have gone from 14,000 to 21,000. They are heading in the right direction! He will make a decision about his trip after his blood draw on Monday.Thank you for your prayers and please keep them coming!

The Weekly Sy with an update

Facetimed with The Boy last night.

The Dane arrived in Denmark safe and sound and is in the good company of her People. That is answered prayer.

The Boy had his blood drawn yesterday and his counts were down to 14,000 from 21,000 on Monday. The sadness and discouragement were written plainly on his face.

He will have blood work done on Saturday, and again on Monday before he makes a decision on travelling. If his platelet count is not heading in a considerably higher direction, he will not be able to go.

He has had ITP related disappointments before, but a missed birthday party or outing, being benched from his beloved skateboard or the much lesser loss of missing large chunks of 8th grade middle school, simply do not compare to the loss of this trip.

Prayers are appreciated. We know nothing is too hard for God.

A little sweetness to temper the bitter? This is one of Sy’s favorite places to sleep. I have received many pictures, and even seen him on Facetime, lounging in his Precious.


The Dane says he can be found in the bathroom a lot too.


Or in the window. He’s a good sleeper.


Hard to believe it’s August first, the beginning of the end of summer. Enjoy your weekend.

Diffusing the Flash

As you know, women of a certain age experience certain kinds of occurrences. These occurrences have many names. Flame outs, own personal summers, power surges, furnace flash, global warming, trip to the incinerator, nuclear meltdown or the most accurate, hell dips.

Until this year, I did not experience this middle age phenomenon much. Now? It’s like my body is suffering from faulty wiring, surging at all manner of inopportune times. I have found a new ally to wage war with the enemy.

Everyone has seen one of these guys. Rice filled friends that you can either microwave or freeze to relieve muscle soreness. Well, they are my new best friends!


All you need is one Bed Buddy, which is a truly awkward name, and a pony tail thingy.


Freeze new friend, sling around your neck and wrap the pony tail thingy around the blue handles for maximum tight closure. A hair or chip clip would work too if they were handier, and revel in the exquisite relief. They don’t even interfere with lounging on a pillow. You are welcome.

Anyone else have any tricks up their sleeve?

War and Wound

I have a Friday list for today, a couple things that are not connected, but have occupied my week.

First up, we are at WAR over here.

Ants. Brown. EVERYWHERE.

Well, not everywhere, it just seems that way. They are around the island, but it feels like everywhere.

We have had a few ants in the spring before. We put out a couple ant traps and that was that. Not this year.

There is an open door somewhere, and they are waltzing right in.

And they are bringing their friends. It’s like mass illegal immigration.

I need to secure our borders. To keep out these little boarders.

I think I will have destroyed them all and in the morning there will be a hundred of them around a potato chip crumb.

We may have to get another dog. To take care of the crumb issue.

We tried some Borax, sugar, oil recipe on a paper plate recipe we found on line. I suppose I was supposed to wait for them to take the delicious treat back to their nest for maximum damage, but when I got up there were so many milling around on the plate that I sprayed them with ant spray to stop my head from exploding.

Now I feel I have poisoned our house and we are tracking it throughout. I am steaming the floors today.

My friend The Saint came yesterday to get her hairs cut and hi-lighted. She said they were waging the same war over at her house. She recommended these.


The lady at Home Depot said she had used them too.

Then when I got home there was a text from The Saint saying she found a few ants when she got home after being ant free for weeks. It’s a curse I tell you.

In other news, The Boy called earlier in the week. From the emergency room. He just can’t stay away.

His platelet count is fine, good thing too because he cut his finger.

He said it bled enough with platelets around 100,000. Blood all over his shirt, glasses, face. He was cleaning a light at work. Something about glass and a hinge?

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He cut a nerve and is supposed to go to a hand doctor. On the upside, he said it doesn’t hurt! He can still use it.

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He did a good job.

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Nine stitches, three days off from his janitorial job, days he can spend playing fetch with Seymour the Grandcat. He is s t r e t c h ing for the crumpled up ball of paper.

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He’s a fairly uptight, stressed out kitty. Sure he is.

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That’s enough words for today.

The Pit

I have one more post on The Memorial Day Hootenanny Extravaganza, that was not held on Memorial Day this year, but I need a couple of Schmenky’s pictures to complete it.

I also have a post from the family wedding we attended over the weekend, but I need some pictures from The Dane to complete that post.

I have a lot of incomplete going on.

So this is what you get today. You are welcome.

I found this when I was weeding The Hedge of Death over Memorial Day weekend. Half of some kind of pit. Or seed.


When I turned it over I thought, Awww, it’s a heart! I put it in my pocket and continued weeding.

When finished, after emptying my pockets of Kleenex and such, I put it on the counter and looked at it. I could barely see the heart I thought was so cute, it totally looked like a snout!!!


So what is it, heart or snout?

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