Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Evil Sister and The Hand
Once upon a time E.S. and her beloved husband (who shall be nameless) had a child. Now for E.S caring for the child was Job 1 job, plus of course the rest of her jobs (cooking, cleaning, ironing, washing dishes, etc., you know, the light stuff) When Nameless would come in from work, he would of course ask sweetly "when is dinner?" Now, Nameless really did ask nicely, but E.S. being so tired what with all the work she did around the house, plus caring for an infant, often didn't hear the niceness or pleasant disposition in his voice, she heard demands. She didn't want to hear demands, she wanted sleep. I can't seem to remember exactly what it was that sent her over the edge that night, but it was Nameless's fault. I know it was, because E.S. told me it was. She had forgotten to do something he had asked her to do or had done something he had pleasantly asked her not to do, but whatever it was, in her state of sleep deprivation, his reaction to whatever it was sent her reeling. He raised his hand and brought it down on the table and said "if I've told you once!" and she watched the hand , all the time bringing her fork up to her mouth to remove the piece of Chicken Amaretto (oh, did I mention she is a gourmet cook?) "I've told you a thousand times!" BOOM down comes the hand again and somehow, says E.S., when she next looked at the hand, her fork was sticking out of it and the hand was now pinned to the table. Now, anyone else would have been so shocked at that confession, they would have drawn back in horror, hands covering their mouth to choke back the scream. Did I? Oh, hell no, I burst out laughing and tears rolled down my face, and I could see him sitting there wondering where he had gone wrong and why this sweet little thing had tried to maim him and more importantly why her fork was now sticking out the back of his hand. Because, really, men don't have a clue, do they? That was the moment I knew in my heart, we had been sisters. Except while I may imagine plunging a fork into someone who is irritating the life out of me, she has follow through. After a quick trip to the Emergency Room and Nameless explaining to the ER Doc how he had been running down the stairs, fork in hand and this terrible accident had taken place (...had to read back over that and make sure I didn't actually put his name in there) they of course made up and continue to live happily. E.S. is only allowed to eat with a spoon, though.
Don't Call Me Honey, Honey
E.S. has a few little pet peeves, but the main one has to do with the fact that Nameless can somehow never think ahead. "Why" she asked me, "do men not think to look around and make sure there is a towel at hand before they strip down and get into the shower?" I knew what she meant, having gone through the ritual of "Honey, bring me a towel" myself, more than once I might add. So anyway, this one night she hears the shower running, she's putting up the dishes she had washed earlier and when she hears the shower go off stands listening. Sure enough, she hears him. "Honey?" She stands still a second and waits for the second clarion call. "Honey???" She moves off down the hall, opens the door to the linen closet and....no, she does not get him a towel...she climbs up on the highest shelf, pulling the door to. She hears him. "Honey, bring me a towel!" She waits. She hears the bathroom door open, imagines him peeking around the door, hears him once again "honey?" voice a bit low now, wondering just where the devil she's gotten to. She hears him running down the hall, he snatches open the linen closet door and grabs a towel just as she reaches out and pats him on top of the head. She said that image of him dancing naked in place for five seconds, not knowing what the hell is going on is an image that will go with her to her grave! Isn't that just like my Evil Sister?
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And now more about the award.
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Sandi at http://www.whistlestopcooking.blogspot.com/
for her generosity of spirit, please accept this award. Mary at http://www.marymaryfairlycontrary.blogspot.com/ who has a sweetness of spirit and being a Nurse, I know she has loving hands that give freely especially at Christmas time. I would like to share this award with Sandy at http://www.dreamcreateinspire.blogspot.com/
because we all know artists have expansive spirits. And Kat at http://www.kat-out-of-the-bag.blogspot.com/ for certain sure needs this...Then there's Wanda, she's at http://www.snapdragonantiques.blogspot.com/ or Excuse me while I buy this junk...don't you just love it???? And I really can't leave out Suzie Q over at http://www.rabbitruncottage.blogspot.com/ because her blog always gives me something to smile about. And just one more, if I may...I know it's supposed to be 5 others, but Carol at http://www.katherinesdream.blogspot.com/ (or better known as Carol's Kitchen) has delighted me ever since I stumbled over the wonderful delightful Nigella...and if you want to meet Nigella, you'll just have to do as I did and go and introduce yourself!!!
Okay, so I want to nominate another...Abbie, who so delightfully calls me Aunt Sandi, she has the delight of a child over stories that we pass on and takes us on, warts and all...so to my sweet Abbs, http://www.abbiebloggin.blogspot.com/ keep that childlike wonder and pass it on
Okay, so that's me for tonight. Had a busy day reading, rain is on the horizon and all is write (right) in God's heaven...Good night, sleep tight, don't let the bedbugs bite (what an image, lol)
Oh, and for all my awardees, if you'll click on http://santasmailbox.blogspot.com/2007/09/spirit-of-christmas-award-2_23.html you can paste your award in and pass it on to those you feel deserve it...love to all
Monday, October 15, 2007
Just go to http://pagelandblog.blogspot.com/ and press play...and then someone bring me a strong drink.
Friday, October 12, 2007
thank you all so much for remembering Joey and Karen in your prayers...Kari and I will keep you posted on his condition...
Thursday, October 11, 2007
Please say a prayer tonight for Michael Joe Andrus that God will do what is best for him. It's the prayer I'll say again tonight...keep him and his family, especially Karen his wife, in your prayers
cats. Love her. LOVE HER...When we moved here we brought our cats with us, the cats that she knew and knew and loved her and thought not a thing about it. There were two cats who had apparently lived here before we came along, and were they afraid of Mindy? Oh, no, not a bit of it. After we had been here a while I noticed that the prior owner cats we now called Wonky and CC, were following her. They were closely following her, and every so often one of them would rub against her and throw himself down in front of her. Strange behaviour for a cat, you might say. But it is exactly what my indoor cats do. They follow her, they "hug" her for wont of a better word. When they are wrapping themselves around her, purring loudly, it's all I can say, they are hugging her. Whenever she is out going walk about, she always has at least one, usually two and at times five or six, cats with her. She is greeted by Pinky Lee (he's white with black spots and the pinkest nose you've ever seen.) Then Wonky (his ears are deformed) and CC (he's a Maine Coon Cat) approach her and begin the ritual. Purr hug, purr hug, purr hug...and escort her to the yard. When she gets into the yard, the rest of the mob run to meet her. The kittens, George, Ociecat, and Barney lead the pack, with Stranger bringing up the rear. Now Stranger is one of the newer ones who showed up for supper one night and forgot his way home. (I have several who have that claim to fame.) This is the one cat that Mindy could lose her temper with. He is a stalker. And he is annoying. Mindy Lou can not take a step without his escort. He runs ahead of her to wait for her. If she changes course, he changes course. Mindy has put in for an OOP (Order of Protection) but like most men, he walks right through it. I have stamped my foot at him, clapped my hands at him, everything short of throwing things at him (which I refuse to do...maybe I should turn the hose on him.) Cries of "Hey CAT LEAVE THE DOG ALONE!" can be heard nearly every evening. You know, I would have thought this was just a fluke, but last week, Peanutbutter brought home a guest for dinner when she returned from one of her trips...she brought with her a lovely grey wonky earred Maine Coon. At first, when I saw this gray fur ball wrapped around Mindy Lou, I thought it was OUR Wonky...then I noticed only one ear is deformed, and his coat is a darker gray than our own Wonk. You know, I can almost hear the conversation between Peanutbutter and the new cat..."don't mind the big black cat, she's had an identity crisis ever since she lost her eyesight. She thinks she's a dog. Yeah, she's blind, we're her eyes."
Tuesday, October 9, 2007
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Have fun, probably see you all tonight
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Monday, October 1, 2007
1. I grew up all over the place, my dad is a Doctor and he went where he was needed...I lived in Florida, Georgia, Ohio, Virginia and Washington, DC. Daddy finally settled in South Carolina where I finished high schoolThen I married a Military Man and he continued to drag me around the world, but ahhhh, love...I went without complaint
2. My favorite classes in school were English and Literature followed closely by History
3. I hated Math...any kind of math and anything to do with math...I'm afraid I have passed this hatred down to my children...their father certainly has no problem with it
4. I can knit, love to knit but have never been able to learn to crochet...it is beyond me...no no, I hear all of you out there saying you can teach me...no, you cannot teach me...I cannot learn
5. I hate conflict. I hate conflict of any kind. When Saturday Night Live had the skits about the Egg Shell Family, I found it to be unfunny. It was a portrait of my life. I avoid trouble as hard as I can...maybe that is why I was good at my job.
6. Hmm, coming down to the wire now, let me see...I have only ever been married to one man. I chased him till he caught me. I have so far refused to allow him to leave. Some may call this a hostage situation. He just calls it paradise.
7. Man, what do I put here...okay, you all know that I speak my mind, so I am just going to speak it. I believe in Reincarnation, have since about the age of 6 and I also believe in God, believe that i am already saved but have to keep coming back to learn life lessons and pass on what I have learned from the past to others. Thankfully we live in a free world where I can believe as I like. And that's my 7. Now, who to Tag...
I tag Jodie, my little Great Niece who needs to share her life
2. , I tag Sandi, miss Whistlestop Cafe herself and she can include recipes in this if she so desires www.whistlestopcooking.blogspot.com
3. I tag Sandy at http://www.dreamcreateinspire.blogspot.com/ because I want to...and I enjoy doing things like this because I can...
4. And Sophie, there is tooooo much we don't know about you...so http://www.sophiehoneysuckle.blogspot.com/ here's your tag
5. Kat, you know we love you, now we want you to tell us how you got to where you are http://www.kat-out-of-the-bag.blogspot.com/
6. And Kathy at http://www.justabeachkat.blogspot.com/, tell us how you got to the beach in seven easy lessons
7. Teresa, you look younger than your children, so in 7 instances, explain why that is so and you can find her and her answers at http://www.tpmom4ever.com/
raising children is like being pecked to death by chickens
You know, only a parent could see that sign, see the truth in it and see the humor in it at the same time. I was bent over this sign laughing like a mad woman, asked the man behind the table how much for the sign, he said "how's about a dollar?" and me, usually so reasonable, said "how about 50 cents?" because I could really make this sign myself, I have the boards and I have the paint. I have the little drill bits to drill the holes in the top to put the twine to hang it. He said no. So, I'm still laughing to beat the band because I see the truth in this statement and it seems I have volunteered TO BE PECKED TO DEATH BY CHICKENS, but I'm walking away still shaking my head and laughing. So, the nice man yells out to me before I can get away from his table and go spend my lousy fifty cents elsewhere, "I'll ask her, wait a minute, (Hon, will you take fifty cents for the sign?) hey lady, (and here he sounded just like Jerry Lewis, Hey LADYYY) and so that is how I come to be the owner of a sign that most children would resent their parents for even thinking about wanting. But listen, you're a parent. Remember the first time they cried all night but couldn't tell you what was wrong, then just as suddenly as they started, they stopped? (PECK) Remember the first day of school when you asked fourteen times, do you have everything and as you are walking up to the front door of the school they announce they forgot their lunch? (PECK) Remember the first time they came home with a note from their teacher but you don't find it until you break down and go clean their room? (PECK) Remember the first time they volunteer for you to take custody of the baby chickens they raised from eggs in class because they know you won't eat them? (PECK PECK). Remember when they turned thirteen? (PECK PECK PECK) and that was just the beginning. It got so much worse....Well, you get my point. I saw in my mind all the little indentations on my skin where the worry and the hurt the tears and the anger, had left their imprint. We call them wrinkles. Luckily, I don't have any wrinkles on my heart, that's why I can see the humour in this sign and hang it proudly for all the world to see.
Okay, it's Monday and as you all know I feel like crappe on Mondays, but are a few pictures, and I will tell you what they are of at the end...I still can't get them to go where the heck I want them to, more's the pity.
I'm hoping that I'm saving the best for last...that is the swap that Jayne and I went into several months back, and she is Johnny on the Spot, me still lagging trying to handmake something for her that won't necessarily go in the ash bin as my loverly Brit friends would say...bur anyway, here are pictures of great little deals I got at the Flea Market yesterday. I spent only 7 dollars, most of this stuff was only 50 cents. And there is picture that Kari sent me, it says Coffee...Only the best served here...well, now that could be best coffee or best friends, that's what makes it so great. enjoy