4.30.2010

Meal at the Manor.


Appetizer ~
Do you see life in black or white or shades of grey?

Soup ~
Which do you use most often: The dictionary or the thesaurus?

Salad ~
Have you ever crawled through a window?

Entrée ~
What state and/or country do you have no interest in every visiting? {yes, you can choose both. You know I will. tee hee!}

Dessert ~
a.Do you ever stack all your unread books, state that you will not buy another book until you read all the unread books first, and then actually read them?
b.Have you ever considered it?

Digestif ~
What are you final words for April?

4.26.2010

Why Hello Monday.


Blondie's day began as it normally does. She was awakened sometime between 0600-0630 by the incessant tapping from the kitties. First one and then the other. There is no way to avoid said tapping. Kitten uses what Blondie believes is one claw and taps either her head or her face. She is not sure about the claw count because her eyes are, more often than not, closed. She shoos him away and puts her head mostly under the covers. This just encourages the other kitty to take his turn.

He isn't too proud to reach into the covers and tap her face, gently, but his tapping is accompanied by a chorus of very loud merow's. None of this is conducive to sleeping and Blondie eventually ask them if they want winna winna {chicken dinna} to which both kitties usually respond with a very loud meow and they will both bound off the bed IF they see her actually moving. If Blondie is not moving as if to get out of bed they wait at the edge and look back at her with most disapproving eyes.

Once the cats are fed Blondie sits down to a cup of coffee and begins to check emails, watch the news and generally wake up. Her second cup of coffee sees her putting together a box of goodies to send off to Rudy. {Don't repeat what you hear here but there is quite an array of yumminess inside that box. A loaf of orange bread made using the juice and shredded zest from the orange tree outside our bedroom. Two hot cross buns set aside for him from Easter. Freshly baked peanut butter oatmeal chocolate chips cookies. 4 oranges from the other orange tree outside the kid's bedroom on the other side of the house. ooooh. I can't tell you any more because we all know he is reading this. Tee hee.}

The box is addressed, packed and sealed up and Blondie heads out to the packing store. She loves this store. Blondie can mail a pkg, buy whatever she might need stationary-wise and drop off those annoying packing peanuts that always seem to find a way into her house. Today she had a HUGE box filled with packing peanuts from a few months ago when Rudy shipped one of his guitars to CA. Since Blondie had spoken to the woman at the packing store previously she knew that she would not only take the peanuts but also the huge ass box. YaY!

Shipping paid for. Big ass box dropped off. Blondie - almost skipping back to her car. And then Monday began. As she nears her car Blondie sees - NO. Seriously? WTF??? Yes. Packing peanuts. They somehow escaped the big ass box while she was pulling it out of her car. Now it defeats the whole point of recycling if those escaped peanuts are left to fly away willy nilly, doesn't it? Of course it does. What's a Blondie to do? Well, chase after them of course. {For those who do not know, Blondie now lives in a place referred to by the locals as BlowMont. The reason being that the town is located in a pass and almost always has breeze and often has wind.} But off Blondie goes to chase down those peanuts. She must have looked quite silly or crazy darting there and here scooping up peanuts that were laughingly dancing in the wind.

Why Hello Monday.
Nice to see you have arrived with a bit of a fanfare.

Once the peanuts were picked up and stuffed into her pockets, Blondie returned to her car and headed home hoping that she had gotten them all but sure she must have missed a few. grrr. Next time she will be so much more careful.

Cut to the afternoon. Blondie and the kid do yard-work. Today they are tackling the jungle that the backyard has become. The kid is in charge of mowing and Blondie works the weed whacker. They go about their tasks and Blondie is thinking she is making a good dent in the jungle when she notices that the weed whacker doesn't sound quite right. She stops for a moment and then starts it back up again. Again, she thinks, something isn't quite right. Now she stops and turns to look at the weed whacker motor area and realizes that smoke is pouring out of it. Now that isn't right and she yells to the kid to unplug the cord. {He later laughs at her while telling her that he was thinking *wtf is she doing, put the dang thing down you crazy woman. It is easier to put grass that is on fire out than it is to put Blondie that is on fire out.* tee hee} Blondie killed the weed-whacker. It didn't just burn up. It burnt slap up. That is as bad as it gets.

Why Hello Monday.
Lovely that you are keeping pace with me today.

Since her weed whacking duties have been curtailed due to the unfortunate burnt slap upping of the machine Blondie is now relegated to pulling weeds around the trees. Not so bad, really. Well.Until she snorted an orange blossom that hadn't bloomed yet. It was literally stuck in her nostril. Now usually Blondie would run for the camera in cases such as this but she was off her game due to the holding of the smoking and on fire weed whacker so you will truly just have to take her word for it on this one.

Why Hello Monday.
Aren't you tired yet?

Blondie went head to head with Monday and Monday won. Did we truly expect anything different? All Blondie knows today, as she sits admiring her half cut yard drinking a screwdriver made with freshly squeezed orange juice, is that

Monday truly is the Root of All Evil.

p.s.
As if to add insult to injury {perhaps literally even} as Blondie got up to make dinner she stopped short and let out a gasp of pain. Monday, not one to call it a day early, decided that Blondie's day would not be complete without a little back spasming.

Seriously, Monday?
And you wonder why people have a case of you each week?

4.24.2010

4.20.2010

Word{s} Illustrated.

  1. 25 ~
  2. Years ~
  3. Ago ~
  4. Today ~
  5. My ~
  6. Daughter ~
  7. Made ~
  8. Me ~
  9. A ~
  10. Mommy ~
Happy Birthday, my darling daughter!

4.16.2010

Meal at the Manor.


Appetizer ~
Do you have a crazy dance that you do when no one is looking at you?

Soup ~
Which romantic comedy is your absolute favorite?

Salad ~
Would you rather live for a month with The Munsters, The Addams Family, or The Brady Bunch?

Entrée ~
You have a 10 minute speech to give at a high school, what is it about?

Dessert ~
You have been given a magic potion that will allow you to be invisible for one hour. What are you going to do during your hour of invisibility?


Digestif ~
What is the colour of loyalty.

4.15.2010

Thursday Thirteen.


It's all about I.

  1. I have had a most difficult week which included writing an extremely sensitive and pain-filled email to my siblings.
  2. I did so because my brother and his partner added my X to their personal fb pages.
  3. I told them of the abuse I suffered by my X's hand.
  4. I told them that my X cheated on me repeatedly.
  5. I told them how sad and hurt I am.
  6. I am outraged that my brother ordered my siblings to delete the email without reading it.
  7. I am confused yet not surprised at the obviously powerful hold my brother has over the others.
  8. I am laughing about the fact that my brother is telling me that I must have an adult conversation with him and my siblings. Apparently email discussions are not Adult-like. Go figure. I bet the real business world will be shocked when they are told about this. HA!
  9. I have not spoken to any of my siblings and have no plans to do so. I have not lost anything but rather just confirmed what I already knew. They are horrible people and I am better off without them in my life. Sadly this is a choice that they have made but I will respect their obvious wishes on this. Don't get me wrong, I am sad that they have chosen not to be in my life. I will miss the parts of them that is good. I am just, after all these years, finally strong enough to stand up for myself. It feels good.
  10. I have deleted them from my FB. As has my daughter. The kid refused to friend them in the first place. And technically I only deleted the partner. My brother deleted me from both his personal page and his business page. My X remains on all their pages for those who are wondering.
  11. I am laughing at the bit of Karmic retribution that I saw happened to my brother on Monday. Nothing like a flat tire on a snowy/rainy day to put a kink in trying to run a business that depends on the ability to get from here to there. HA! {Yeah, its petty. Don't you judge me!}
  12. I am relieved that it is all out in the open and I no longer need worry that something may slip.
  13. I am basking in the outpouring of love and support I have received from my children, my Rudy and G.{and all of you as well as I know that you would have been right there with me had I made you aware of what was going on with me} Y'all may never understand just how grateful I am to have then {and y'all} in my life.

4.09.2010

Meal at the Manor.


Appetizer ~
Do you know where you parked your car or are you more of a wandering until you find it because you know its around here somewhere kind of person?

Soup ~
Would you ever make a deal with the devil?

Salad ~
How's it hangin?

Entrée ~
What is frustrating you?

Dessert ~
If there' s a breaking news story, do you check online for current details or do you turn on the radio or TV?

Digestif ~
What is the color of mediocrity?

4.06.2010

Word{s}

  1. bros ~
  2. frost ~
  3. harsh ~
  4. classic ~
  5. hot ~
  6. punch ~
  7. limited ~
  8. handle ~
  9. easy ~
  10. hoe ~

4.04.2010

He is Not Here.

For He has Risen.

As He Said.

4.03.2010

.

4.02.2010

Good Friday.


44) It was now about the sixth hour, and darkness came over the whole land until the ninth hour,

45)for the sun stopped shining. And the curtain of the temple was torn in two.

46)Jesus called out with a loud voice, "Father, into your hands I commit my spirit." When he had said this, he breathed his last.

4.01.2010

Thursday Thirteen.



Blondie Gets Up -
Her first 20 minutes:

  1. boots up Bazinga
  2. checks text messages
  3. opens blinds to let the sunlight in
  4. feeds cats
  5. cleans up cat hurl and kitty litter
  6. makes coffee
  7. cleans last nights cat food plate
  8. sweeps floors
  9. starts laundry
  10. waters garden
  11. changes clothes because she watered herself as well
  12. vacuums carpet
  13. makes bed