Do you hear water?

Hearing water is bad in both our books. Consider the history. Running water where there should be not is very bad. Like broken plumbing bad.

Unpacking the office last night, Jim stopped and asked me - and we both froze. Oh shit.

Silly monkeys. We'd never heard rain in the new house before.

It was pouring out.

Putting ourselves to sleep, the lightning began with distant thunder. The dog hated it and wanted in. So we brought her in. Carrier and all. No, she wanted out of the carrier.

Uh, no.

Somewhere in the middle of the night, both dog and carrier went back outside.

And as soon as the sun came up, so did the dog's carrying on outside. No, she's not missing a paw or her tail - though it sounds like it.

Comes in, jumps on the bed and goes to sleep. Or climbs down and goes under the bed.

She needs a playmate. Baaaaad.

But it smells brand-new outside this morning. Mmm. Rain like that is very rare here in summer - a blessing.

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Yanno, I'll make the observation here in my own journal and put it rest.

I feel very sorry for anyone who wishes me ill here. That whole icon fracas was an eye-opener. (I'm still cleaning up the spent testosterone casings after they got unclejimbo's ire up.) My friends surprised me. Pleased me. Surprised me. Completely without any input from me. After going through most of my life totally invisible, it's a strange feeling.

Just...continue to use good judgment going forward, just as was done this time, okay?

I do try to be on the right side of things, but I can be wrong. I can always be wrong.

(Holy cow - I have friends who will defend me...who'd have thunk it?)

Do you hear water?

Hearing water is bad in both our books. Consider the history. Running water where there should be not is very bad. Like broken plumbing bad.

Unpacking the office last night, Jim stopped and asked me - and we both froze. Oh shit.

Silly monkeys. We'd never heard rain in the new house before.

It was pouring out.

Putting ourselves to sleep, the lightning began with distant thunder. The dog hated it and wanted in. So we brought her in. Carrier and all. No, she wanted out of the carrier.

Uh, no.

Somewhere in the middle of the night, both dog and carrier went back outside.

And as soon as the sun came up, so did the dog's carrying on outside. No, she's not missing a paw or her tail - though it sounds like it.

Comes in, jumps on the bed and goes to sleep. Or climbs down and goes under the bed.

She needs a playmate. Baaaaad.

But it smells brand-new outside this morning. Mmm. Rain like that is very rare here in summer - a blessing.

----

Yanno, I'll make the observation here in my own journal and put it rest.

I feel very sorry for anyone who wishes me ill here. That whole icon fracas was an eye-opener. (I'm still cleaning up the spent testosterone casings after they got unclejimbo's ire up.) My friends surprised me. Pleased me. Surprised me. Completely without any input from me. After going through most of my life totally invisible, it's a strange feeling.

Just...continue to use good judgment going forward, just as was done this time, okay?

I do try to be on the right side of things, but I can be wrong. I can always be wrong.

(Holy cow - I have friends who will defend me...who'd have thunk it?)

Do you hear water?

Hearing water is bad in both our books. Consider the history. Running water where there should be not is very bad. Like broken plumbing bad.

Unpacking the office last night, Jim stopped and asked me - and we both froze. Oh shit.

Silly monkeys. We'd never heard rain in the new house before.

It was pouring out.

Putting ourselves to sleep, the lightning began with distant thunder. The dog hated it and wanted in. So we brought her in. Carrier and all. No, she wanted out of the carrier.

Uh, no.

Somewhere in the middle of the night, both dog and carrier went back outside.

And as soon as the sun came up, so did the dog's carrying on outside. No, she's not missing a paw or her tail - though it sounds like it.

Comes in, jumps on the bed and goes to sleep. Or climbs down and goes under the bed.

She needs a playmate. Baaaaad.

But it smells brand-new outside this morning. Mmm. Rain like that is very rare here in summer - a blessing.

----

Yanno, I'll make the observation here in my own journal and put it rest.

I feel very sorry for anyone who wishes me ill here. That whole icon fracas was an eye-opener. (I'm still cleaning up the spent testosterone casings after they got unclejimbo's ire up.) My friends surprised me. Pleased me. Surprised me. Completely without any input from me. After going through most of my life totally invisible, it's a strange feeling.

Just...continue to use good judgment going forward, just as was done this time, okay?

I do try to be on the right side of things, but I can be wrong. I can always be wrong.

(Holy cow - I have friends who will defend me...who'd have thunk it?)

I know Spanish is a spoken language - not a screeched one. I'm sure of it....

I swear, the next batch of children that run by my house in full screech unhampered by a too-young-to-be-in-charge meiha....

Aw, hell. Maybe they just need some cookies.

I'm in that lovely hammock period between when I get home and have dinner in the oven - and when Jim walks through the door. Start something? No - not a good idea, unless I want to be interupted. Yanno.

Dinner is stuffed squash. Found some at the Farmer's Market at lunchtime today - they one they hold on Saturday? They hold one on Tuesdays, too. Heh. What's $2 a pound on Saturday is $1 - 1.50 a pound Tuesday. And these were irresistable. They look like zucchini - except they are about the size and shape of softballs. The lady says they taste similar, but have more buttery overtones.

The stuffing is up for grabs - hamburger, a can of stewed tomatoes, a jar of sliced mushrooms and a package of onion soup mix. Liberally corrected with everything that sounded good from the spice cabinet. Brown, stuff and put in oven. The dog got what wouldn't go in the squashes - and she was very happy. Me too - I took lots of tastes.

Maybe I'll add some grated cheddar on mine at the end.

Between Food Network and the memory of Jim's grandmother, competition here is tight. *nods*

I have something besides sparrows visiting the bird feeders - they are about the same size, but have rufous heads and sweeter voices. Almost like canaries - I guess I'm going to be a birder after all. I'm such a sucker for them.

Ah, Jim is home. See ya!

I know Spanish is a spoken language - not a screeched one. I'm sure of it....

I swear, the next batch of children that run by my house in full screech unhampered by a too-young-to-be-in-charge meiha....

Aw, hell. Maybe they just need some cookies.

I'm in that lovely hammock period between when I get home and have dinner in the oven - and when Jim walks through the door. Start something? No - not a good idea, unless I want to be interupted. Yanno.

Dinner is stuffed squash. Found some at the Farmer's Market at lunchtime today - they one they hold on Saturday? They hold one on Tuesdays, too. Heh. What's $2 a pound on Saturday is $1 - 1.50 a pound Tuesday. And these were irresistable. They look like zucchini - except they are about the size and shape of softballs. The lady says they taste similar, but have more buttery overtones.

The stuffing is up for grabs - hamburger, a can of stewed tomatoes, a jar of sliced mushrooms and a package of onion soup mix. Liberally corrected with everything that sounded good from the spice cabinet. Brown, stuff and put in oven. The dog got what wouldn't go in the squashes - and she was very happy. Me too - I took lots of tastes.

Maybe I'll add some grated cheddar on mine at the end.

Between Food Network and the memory of Jim's grandmother, competition here is tight. *nods*

I have something besides sparrows visiting the bird feeders - they are about the same size, but have rufous heads and sweeter voices. Almost like canaries - I guess I'm going to be a birder after all. I'm such a sucker for them.

Ah, Jim is home. See ya!

I know Spanish is a spoken language - not a screeched one. I'm sure of it....

I swear, the next batch of children that run by my house in full screech unhampered by a too-young-to-be-in-charge meiha....

Aw, hell. Maybe they just need some cookies.

I'm in that lovely hammock period between when I get home and have dinner in the oven - and when Jim walks through the door. Start something? No - not a good idea, unless I want to be interupted. Yanno.

Dinner is stuffed squash. Found some at the Farmer's Market at lunchtime today - they one they hold on Saturday? They hold one on Tuesdays, too. Heh. What's $2 a pound on Saturday is $1 - 1.50 a pound Tuesday. And these were irresistable. They look like zucchini - except they are about the size and shape of softballs. The lady says they taste similar, but have more buttery overtones.

The stuffing is up for grabs - hamburger, a can of stewed tomatoes, a jar of sliced mushrooms and a package of onion soup mix. Liberally corrected with everything that sounded good from the spice cabinet. Brown, stuff and put in oven. The dog got what wouldn't go in the squashes - and she was very happy. Me too - I took lots of tastes.

Maybe I'll add some grated cheddar on mine at the end.

Between Food Network and the memory of Jim's grandmother, competition here is tight. *nods*

I have something besides sparrows visiting the bird feeders - they are about the same size, but have rufous heads and sweeter voices. Almost like canaries - I guess I'm going to be a birder after all. I'm such a sucker for them.

Ah, Jim is home. See ya!

Oh boy -

He's got one note and it's flat.

Oh boy -

He's got one note and it's flat.

Oh boy -

He's got one note and it's flat.

No shit, there I was...

Talking with gummybearpicnic....

She was waiting for someone to come by to take her to the ATM, so she could eat.

Not so much as PB & J in the house. No bread. It's getting dire.

And it just flashed into my head.

All the sucky-ass things you eat when you're a kid...and you're missing one or more key ingredients.

Like bread.

Oh, like a mugfull of peanut butter and strawberry jam, mixed together.

Or some sliced hot dogs with mayo and bbq sauce.

Butter sandwiches. Buttered noodles.

Potato soup when there wasn't enough potato flakes left - oops. Made with water and some onion powder.

Tuna sandwiches with Ritz crackers instead of bread -

No wonder I ended up so whacked.

*sigh* You know, I would have loved Fruits Basket when I was 14. I would have loved Tenchi at 14.

I had Speed Racer. *kicks* Oh, well.

No shit, there I was...

Talking with gummybearpicnic....

She was waiting for someone to come by to take her to the ATM, so she could eat.

Not so much as PB & J in the house. No bread. It's getting dire.

And it just flashed into my head.

All the sucky-ass things you eat when you're a kid...and you're missing one or more key ingredients.

Like bread.

Oh, like a mugfull of peanut butter and strawberry jam, mixed together.

Or some sliced hot dogs with mayo and bbq sauce.

Butter sandwiches. Buttered noodles.

Potato soup when there wasn't enough potato flakes left - oops. Made with water and some onion powder.

Tuna sandwiches with Ritz crackers instead of bread -

No wonder I ended up so whacked.

*sigh* You know, I would have loved Fruits Basket when I was 14. I would have loved Tenchi at 14.

I had Speed Racer. *kicks* Oh, well.

No shit, there I was...

Talking with gummybearpicnic....

She was waiting for someone to come by to take her to the ATM, so she could eat.

Not so much as PB & J in the house. No bread. It's getting dire.

And it just flashed into my head.

All the sucky-ass things you eat when you're a kid...and you're missing one or more key ingredients.

Like bread.

Oh, like a mugfull of peanut butter and strawberry jam, mixed together.

Or some sliced hot dogs with mayo and bbq sauce.

Butter sandwiches. Buttered noodles.

Potato soup when there wasn't enough potato flakes left - oops. Made with water and some onion powder.

Tuna sandwiches with Ritz crackers instead of bread -

No wonder I ended up so whacked.

*sigh* You know, I would have loved Fruits Basket when I was 14. I would have loved Tenchi at 14.

I had Speed Racer. *kicks* Oh, well.

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Just another blogger - but I think you guys will like him.

Bunnies. Wit. Sarcasm.

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