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Tuesday, July 22, 2008

Heads or Tails Sit or Stand

Heads or Tails has its very own home now! If you click on the graphic above, it will take you to the awesome new HoT blog where you can sign up and start participating in this fun and popular meme!

This week's theme is NOT acne treatment cream, it's "Sit" OR "Stand". So, being my normal self, I'll tell ya a little story ;-)

On Saturday, Hubs worked all day on hay. Raking hay, baling hay, stacking hay... I don't know how he can stand it in the one tractor cab, because the air conditioning isn't working, and, trust me, it was hot. You'd sweat just sitting still.

So, that evening, I went to pick him up at a farm down the road, and he asked me to sit in the passenger seat so he could drive. I thought this was weird since we were only going one minute down the road to our home.

However, he passed our driveway...
"Where are we going?" I asked
I can't stand not knowing what the plan is or where I'm going.
I found out soon enough though, when we drove through one of our fields and ended up at our new pond.
I was on the phone with my dad at the time, who said, "Mist, don't just sit there! Go jump in the pond!!!"

So, we went skinny dippin'. Ah, the joys of livin' in the country.

(c) Misty DawnS

Monday, July 14, 2008

Just Call Me MSG

(c) Misty DawnS

Hubs and I went to play pool on Saturday night. We always enjoy spending time together like that. However, things are different now, and Hubs gets a kick out of it...

We were shooting pool, minding our own business as usual, and I approached the bar to get a beverage. That's when it happened...

Some guy turns around as I'm approaching and yells, "HEY! It's the Mower Shop Girl! The Mower Shop Girl is here!"

It seems that everyone knows me now. Let's face it - around here - mowers, tractors, and hay equipment are of huge importance. I mean, I think they probably capitalize Hay Season and Mowing Season around these here parts.

So, another gentleman turns around and exclaims, "HEY, you're right! It IS The Mower Shop Girl!" As I was ~~trying to find the nearest table to hide under~~ attempting to order my beverage, I overheard him say to the other guy, "Yeah, she likes my dog."

Of course the word 'dog' caught ALL of my attention, and then it dawned on me... "HEY, you're the guy with the Border Collie who comes in and sits with me at my desk!" (ummmm the dog people, NOT the guy!)

This caused an uproar of laughter from many of the patrons standing around, as they razzed this gentleman... "Oh suuuuuure. She doesn't have a clue who YOU are, but she recognizes your dog!" (followed by more laughter and pointing)

I tried to make the guy feel better by telling him not to take it personally - it's just how I am - but, I don't think it helped much.

So, Hubs came to the rescue (if you can call it that) and started telling these guys how he thinks that, since I'm "The Mower Shop Girl" now, I should wear certain outfits at work. No, he wasn't talking about renaissance costumes; He was telling these guys that I should probably wear outfits like Heidi wore on the show Home Improvement.

The guys standing around the bar quickly and whole-heartedly agreed with Hubs, and the fact that I recognize furry-four-legged-farm-dogs rather than the farmer himself was forgotten.

Thanks Hubs...
I think.

Thursday, June 19, 2008

Hub's New Toy

OK, it's not really a toy, because it will be used for work, but he sure seems tickled with it. No, this photo was not taken with a new camera... *sigh* hehehe Go ahead, say how beautiful and cool that tractor is. It's ~~cute~~ tough, eh? I don't know... what's appropriate to call a tractor?

Gotta go to work now... running late...

Saturday, May 31, 2008

Camera Critters #8

(c) Misty DawnS

By popular demand... well, the demand of Tammy and Hubs, I HAD to post this photo for the Camera-Critters post on this blog this week. I certainly wouldn't want to go against the wishes of the man I vowed to spend the rest of my life with AND one of my very best friends!

You see, I came home and was very excited about some close-up bird photos I took. So, I was showing Hubs my photos, and, as I was scrolling through them, he stopped me at this horse photo and went all crazy over this photo and kept telling me how good it is, as I sat there insisting that he was NOT paying attention to the photos which I thought were even better. Nope, I couldn't get his attention off of this one. Then, I e-mail a bunch of pics to Tam, and was telling her over the instant messenger about these birds that let me get SO close to get photos. What happened? She starts sending me these excited messages over the IM about how great 'that horse photo' is! *smacking forehead now* So, just a minute ago, I was chatting with her again, and I said I was trying to decide which photos to use for my CC posts this week, and Tammy replied "THE HORSE!" Geesh, don't get your ostrich feathers in a ruffle Woman, I'm posting the horse! (hehehe)

Now, if you want to see my and Bear's favorite photos of that day, click on over to Misty's Words. :-)

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NEED that

I admit I am spoiled. I've never argued that fact. I'm spoiled in life and emotions, but for this post, I'm going to talk about being gadget spoiled. Yes, material things - which normally mean nothing to me, unless they have buttons, a keyboard, lights, sound, chips, drives... you get the idea. Yes, I am female, but show me the coolest pair of shoes in the world, and I will just kind of nod with serious lack of interest. However, wave an MP3 player, digital camera, or software CD in my face, and my tongue will hang out the side of my mouth like one of my dogs, my eyes will spin around in my head, and I'll start repeating phrases such as "Must have that", "Wanna play with that", or Hub's personal favorite "OH! I NEEEEEED that!".

Last night, I was in my 'own world' with my laptop and was lost in internet bliss. Hubs was talking - at least I think he was. There was a lot of background noise. Maybe it was just the TV. However, I did hear Hubs say, "MY computer is running very slow."

"Duh, that's because it is eight years old and tired." I mumbled in response. I was only half paying attention, because we have this conversation often - Hubs complains about the ancient desktop, but rather than wanting to upgrade, he's wanting me to go work my magic and make it run like it did eight years ago. So, I was only half paying attention. UNTIL... I heard it...

"No, seriously, it is running really slow and there's this error that keeps popping up on it. Eventually, when we have extra money, I'm thinking it's time for a new desktop computer."

Did you hear the record scratch??? I did, and it brought me out of 'internet world' and into 'possible new electronic in the house' mode. Yup, my tongue was hanging out to the side and everything.

Of course ~~being the selfish little brat I am~~ I made Hubs promise that my camera comes first, because... well, because it just DOES, but then I started rattling on at about 100 miles per hour about what his new desktop computer should be equipped with and do.

In fact, naturally, I went 'window' shopping and found some awesome deals, including a great deal on HP Pavillions.
Have you ever seen such beauty? The only thing more beautiful than a new computer is ~~the dslr camera I longingly drool over every day~~ a gorgeous dslr camera. ;-)

That computer system is an HP Pavillion Elite. Trust them when they say 'elite', because it is! It even has a TV tuner card, which I've already got ideas for. Hubs can control that remote and quit changing the channel while I'm trying to watch Grey's Anatomy or House! Best of all, that beautiful system up there is on sale for a great deal, along with lots of other awesome electronics. Yes, I'm drooling ~~all over my keyboard~~ just a little.

Finally, Hubs stated, "I can't understand why you are getting so excited about getting me an new computer."

To which I replied, "Ohhhhh, because you'll want ME to set it up and put your programs on it and get it all ready for you." Then, I think I went into dreamland again, because I started muttering things like "and I'll love it and admire it and talk sweet nothings to it." That was when Hubs turned the sound on the TV up and tuned me out. :-)

Wednesday, April 16, 2008

Thoughts, Prayers, Wishes... Please

Yesterday was my best-friend-since-4th-grade's birthday. Yes, she was born on tax day. So, I told her that she wouldn't be receiving a birthday gift from me, because all my money went to the government ;-)

Anyway, we got to talking about the 'things-happening-in-threes' theory that she and I always believed in and watched out for while we were growing up. Last week, she had three horrible things happen to people she knew, and she commented that she certainly hoped the rule of three-things was true, because that would mean the bad things were done. I hope so too, because the stories she told me were horrible and heartbreaking.

Now, I've got my own incident of threes here, and, of course, I am coming to my friends in the blogosphere for your help. I'm asking for your thoughts, prayers, good vibes, healing wishes, chants... whatever it is you do to hope and ask for someone to recover. I know you all will want to do this for me, because some of these people are fellow bloggers and loved dearly within the blogosphere.

Sanni - One of my most favorite people - I love this girlie so much! Sanni and little Hamster 2.0 have been ordered to hang out in bed and take is very easy. Seems that Hamster is a little too anxious to check out her brand new furniture in her room and all those adorable outfits waiting for her. She decided to start giving her mommy some pains, which caused concern and landed both of them in bed, which is causing Sanni to have cabin fever, as you can imagine. So, please keep Sanni and Hamster in you thoughts for health, strength, and calmness (so Hamster doesn't get any ideas about hurrying to get out and see her pretties again).

Barb/Skittles - Y'all know by now that Barb has become one of my dearest and best friends. Well, she has had A LOT on her plate lately. It isn't my place to go into detail, but she has been dealing with a lot, and I'm very proud of how strong she has been through it all, because I most certainly would not be able to be as strong as she has been. Well, now to top it all off - she is physically ill. While trying to sort things through and remain strong, she needed some time away from blogging. So, I assumed that was why she wasn't online yesterday. I was wrong. She is very sick, and, again, it isn't my place to tell her story... she will inform you when she gets back to blogging. However, it may not be my place to give you details, but it most certainly is my place as a friend to ask for thoughts, prayers, healing wishes, etc. You can never have too much of that, and it can never start too soon. So, I hope she doesn't get upset with me for putting this on here, and I hope she understands why I did it.

My Hubs (this is why I have not been blog hopping as much as normal) - Remember back in February when he had what we thought was pneumonia? Well, he's sick again. He has been very sick for over a week. He has the symptoms he had then, but, also has more symptoms. And, the symptoms are more disturbing and changing each day! At first, when we figured it was just the flu, I was not worried, and was just taking care of him and trying to help him get well. However, he's still not well, and I'm beginning to think we are dealing with something other than the flu here. I would think that, if it were the flu, I would have certainly contracted it by now. I mean, I'm just in too close of contact here in this tiny ~~box~~ house to have not got the germs. Besides, some of the symptoms are not normal flu symptoms, and, if you knew my husband, you would know that he never gets 'normal' illnesses. (Right LMQ & LMK?) Hubs tells me not to worry. He has told people that the reason Misty hasn't caught what he has is because "Misty is too mean to get sick." Ya know, you'd think someone who is being waited on hand and foot by you and being taken care of by you would be a little more appreciative! hehehe. However, I've discovered that Hubs is a little more concerned about his symptoms than he has let on, and that makes his worry-obsessed wife even more worried.

I'm going to blow the rule of threes and add another person to this list...

Colin from Life - I do not know Colin very well, but he is a very special friend to one of my very best friends, Tammy. Colin has been MIA for over a week now. He has not blogged, is not answering e-mails, and as far as we can tell, has not been online at all. Considering that Colin has a chronic condition, Tammy is very worried about her friend. Since she and I are both obsessive worriers, I can certainly understand what she is going through worrying about someone she cares about, and not being able to find anything out at all. So, please add Colin to your thoughts, and also add Tammy to your thoughts to give her peace of mind. If anyone out there happens to have personal contact with Colin and knows what is going on - PLEASE contact Tammy and let her know.

I truly believe in the power of positive energy, good thoughts, prayers, and love. So, please, keep these people in your thoughts. I'd really appreciate it.

Monday, March 31, 2008

Heads or Tails Fool

Heads or Tails has its very own home now! If you click on the graphic above, it will take you to the awesome new HoT blog where you can sign up and start participating in this fun and popular meme!

Today's topic is Heads - Fool.

Don't worry, I'm not going to ramble on and on through silly story throughout this post like I usually do.

April Fools! I lied - I AM going to tell you a story, and, as usually, I'll probably do my share of rambling too.

A few years ago, Hubs decided to play an April Fools joke on his sister. It began as a very simple joke, but, boy oh boy did it escalate into much more than we had anticipated.

On March 31 of that year, we drove to the adjoining state where my step-daughters lived to see my oldest step-daughter perform in a play for her drama club. The play was an Agatha Christy play, and Hub's daughter ended up being the one 'who dun it'. hehe

The next morning (April Fools Day), Hubs sent his sister an e-mail and told her that we had gone to see the girls the night before, and he was surprised to find out that the oldest daughter had gotten into some trouble (referring to the play - which sister-in-law KNEW we were going to see!).

Since I have an extremely difficult time lying, I stayed out of this. Well, I tried to.

That night, Hubs was outside working on the farm, and my sister-in-law called in a HUGE panic.
"This is horrible! Oh no, this is so bad, now her grandma is going to know and... oh no, this is bad" she stammered.

"What in the world are you talking about?" I asked.

She explained that she had typed a long e-mail to Hubs (her brother) asking about what had happened with oldest daughter. In the e-mail, she had also proceeded to ask if she was pregnant or if it was drugs, or what. She went on in the e-mail to say that she just couldn't believe that the oldest daughter was in some sort of trouble, because she was the child of Hubs who never did anything wrong.

After typing all of this out in an e-mail, naturally, she clicked 'Send'. The problem was, she accidentally sent it to her and Hubs' aunt... which is Hubs' mom's sister. Which meant that the phones were already being dialed to tell 'Grandma' that her oldest grandchild had gotten herself into some trouble.

I about fell out of my chair trying not to laugh. My sister-in-law was freaking out, because she was going to be responsible for 'ratting Oldest daughter out to her grandma'.

Then she asked me, "Misty? Is she pregnant? That's what it is, isn't it? Is she? Oh my gosh, I can't believe that now Mom is going to know!"

I couldn't help it, she was in such a panic, I had to make her feel better... but she just wasn't getting it.

"Sis-in-Law, listen to me. What is the date today?"

"It's April 1st! Who cares! I'm trying to talk to you about Hub's Daughter!"

"Sis-in-Law, LISTEN to me!!! Where did we go last night?"

"To see her play! What is your point???"

"It was an Agatha Christy whodunit play. Did you know that?" I asked.

"YES, I knew that! Misty, what is your point?"

"OK, work with me here. I'll ask you again... what is TODAY???"

She was really getting ready to lose her temper with me. Her voice started to rise, and then, all of a sudden it dropped, and she said "Ohhhhhh, I am SO going to get him for this!!!"

Later, Hubs called to personally thank his sister for making his simple little April Fools joke much more interesting than he had ever imagined it would be.

Wednesday, February 20, 2008

Dog Day Without Dad

Hubs went to a farm sale today with his brother-in-law. That's great with me - I'm glad they are hanging out together and enjoying each other's company in the negative-umpteen below zero temperatures - yup, go ahead guys have a great time!. However, Tag (HIS and only his dog) is NOT happy that 'Dad' left without him. I wake up... just get a cup of coffee... say "bye"... Hubs pulls out the drive... Tag commences acting as if he is being murdered. Literally - murdered. He paced... he cried... he did his normal "heh heh hehehehehehmmmmmmmmmmm" (which is REALLY annoying by the way)... and then - then - he started doing this doggie-scream!

I'm telling you... it was a scream. I could hear him screaming "oh Dear Doggie-Gods, my Daddy has lllllleft me! He went to work without me - I just know it! Oh Dear Doggie-Gods ppppppplease make this house explode right now so I can go running down the road at warp speed to convince my Dad to take me with him! Pppppppplease! Dog-nabit House - blow up!"

It was honestly the most pitiful and flipping annoying thing (remember, I just woke up) - Even Molly and the puppy were looking at him like "Dude! Take a chill-pill already! He'll be back for crying out loud! Man have you got issues!"

I tried explaining to the ~~unreasoning, compulsive, psychotic, obsessed~~ dog that his Daddy honestly did NOT go to work without him (You see, this is truly Tag's concern. Tag. Must. Work. - Molly and Maggie just want to live, eat, be loved, and play. But Tag - Tag. Must. Work! Tag will give up any of the necessities in life so that he can be 'working').

I explained, "Taggy, Bubby-Boy - listen to me. Daddy did NOT go to work! Daddy went somewhere where there are a bunch of people. Oh yeah! You do NOT like people, do ya Tag?!?! Remember how much you hate non-daddy humans??? Nope- you don't like people, and they don't like you! So, ya see - it's a doggone good thing you didn't go. You just stay here with Mommy for today! OK then" - Commence doggie pacing, barking, yelping, whining, and screaming... again... ALL day long! This type of carrying on makes it extremely hard to ~~keep from completely losing your cool~~ concentrate, research eco products ,and continue with your normal daily activities. Trust me - it is ~~enough to initiate a severe migraine and cause the blood vessels in your head to explode~~ quite distracting.

When we went outside in the negative temperatures, I opened the door to the building and showed Tag... "See Bubby! The skid-loader! It's in there... all safe and sound... not started up or performing work. You love that skid-loader, don't you? You see Daddy's truck with the trailer hooked on it, Bub?? See! I told you Daddy wasn't working! He's hanging out around a bunch of people. Remember how you hate people?!?! See, I told ya! Come on - let's go back inside where it's warm!" (commence pacing, whining, and the 'heh heh heeeeeh hmmmm heeeeeemmmmmmmm' - but, luckily, no more doggy-screamin').

The words 'issues' or 'obsessed' do not even begin to describe my Hub's boy. If he knows Hubs is far away and not coming back for a good, long while - then that dog will take care of me - he'll watch over me - he senses when I'm sick - he cuddles with me - he protects me - he OBEYS me - he truly, truly LOVES me. If Hubs is within -ohhhhh I'd say.... 700 miles - Tag looks at me like "Who the heck do you think you are? My Dad is ALL that matters, Woman!"

Wednesday, February 6, 2008

I Fought a Good Battle Anyway

Since my husband calls the couch his bed, our alarm clock is also in our living room. I wonder what visitors think when they see that? Oh yeah, only 4-legged creatures show up at our doorstep. I'm not complaining - most of the time, I prefer 4-legged creatures over humans - that's just how I am (present company excluded of course - I LOVE all of you - you know that... right?). So anyway (yeah, there really was a point to this post), I take my cell phone into the bedroom with me at night and use it's alarm clock feature. No, I don't have to be awake at any particular time, but I don't like how I feel if I sleep too late. I feel yucky physically, and I feel... guilty (go figure - Misty feeling guilty).

This morning, my cell phone's alarm clock went off... I hit its little snooze feature. I continued to hit that little snooze feature every five minutes (what the heck ever happened to ten minutes when you hit snooze?). I must have hit that feature so many times that the phone just said "Oh heck, just stay in bed woman!", because when I finally got up... it was almost two hours after what I had set the alarm for! Now, I knew that I had been feeling especially worn out lately, but I just figured it was from worrying about and taking care of Hubs and not getting decent sleep.

Then... I got out of bed. An instant headache caused my face to feel like someone was stabbing me with an ice pick. (It's not very nice to stab someone with an ice pick - My grandma told me so. What? I wasn't really gonna do it! Oh yeah... back to the post...). I went to the kitchen (passing Hubs who was at the desktop computer) to make coffee and fill the humidifier. He asked me what was wrong with me, and I said I just felt like I had no energy and I had a headache.

Hubs decided to call his mom. So, I got the trash together to set out for the trash guys (cuz good wives take the trash out - right Barb?). I filled the cups full of dog food and left them in the addition, so I could just put the trash out, let the dogs out, grab the food and feed them, and come back inside. Did I mention that we had LOTS of snow during the storm last night? Well, now ya know - in case I didn't mention it.

So, I take the garbage out... and ~~Grissom Rex~~ the stray dog comes running out to ~~jump all over me because he's freaking starving because he's been running around with no home for too long~~ help. Now, being the dog person that I am, I realize that this dog is in desperate need of food and attention... trust me - desperate need. However, when you are carrying a heavy garbage bag through snow that is almost up to your knees and rapidly soaking through your sexy sweatpants, having a dog jumping on you every step of the way can be a little too much. But, I made it, and GR and I turned back for the house. When I opened the door, I forgot to be quick and nimble, and GR burst through the door, dumped all the cups full of dog food, and proceeded to eat like he hasn't eaten for weeks (maybe he hadn't before, but I personally know that he's been eating quite well the past two days). So, I pick this Cattle Dog up (did you see the pictures of him? have you seen the pictures of me? just sayin') and toss him outside... about four times (cuz I was getting wore out and I just wasn't quick enough and he'd just turn around and run back in). Finally, I get him outside, get some food, put him in the building, close the building, and go get Tag, Molly, and Maggie. I get them fed, and I start trudging back to the house... only to look over and notice that while I was getting food for RG, he had taken it upon himself to rip the garbage open (this is the thanks I get?). So, I got a new garbage bag, picked up the loose garbage, climbed in the ditch to retrieve the bag that he knocked in there, and took care of that.

By the time I got back inside, my chest was tight and burning, I was sweating, and my head was pounding. Now, I sit here with my pounding head, and... you guessed it, I'm coughing like crazy cuz my chest is full-0-crap.

The moral of this long post?
You take in a hungry stray, you'll have to pick up garbage.
You take care of your sick husband, your chest will hurt and your head will pound. (and you'll still have to pick up garbage)

If you want to see my Wordless Wednesday, it's down there a few posts down... I'd show you, but my head is going to explode all over my pretty new laptop.

To Travel or Not

I'm a serious homebody, but Hubs wants to travel. So, I made a compromise with Hubs. If I become the proud owner of a Canon 40D, I'll travel anywhere he wants to go. Isn't it great how I'm willing to compromise? I'm just sweet like that.

When I think about travel, I think about going back home to see my friends and family. I think about hanging out with my dad going for walks with my boyfriend and fishing. My husband thinks of exotic locations with beaches, sun, surf, and bikinis. He often watches those television shows which feature the top ten beaches or the top ten vacation spots. Then, he's ready for me to call dialaflight.com to check on the price of flights to Tenerife. Now, I have to admit Tenerife sounds like a fun place to go. It is one of the canary islands, and they describe it as one of the hottest party spots on the planet. I wonder if I'd remember anything when I got back.

Saturday, February 2, 2008

Poor Hubs

Yes, he's still sick. I'm still running the humidifier, vaporizer, and administering breathing treatments. At one point, he will say he thinks he is feeling a little better, and then his fever will start again and make him feel lousy.

He keeps commenting that he's surprised I haven't got sick. Watch it Buddy, don't be jinxing me like that! Seriously, I think I'm immune to my husband (that's quite the trick)! He was sick during our trip over the holidays, and I didn't get it. Now he's sick, and I'm not. Then again, we aren't really within germ spreading distance of each other much. He's on the desktop computer, I'm in another room on the laptop. I sleep in the bed, and he sleeps on the couch. NO, I don't ORDER him to sleep on the couch (What kind of wife do you think I am?). He chooses to sleep on the couch, because he says his shoulders start hurting if he sleeps in the bed. I don't know if a foam mattress would help or not. We have wanted one for a long time, but can't afford it right now. It's kind of nice being able to hog the whole bed and all the covers without a struggle though ;-)

Thank you for keeping Hubs in your thoughts and prayers. He still feels lousy, and I feel lousy that I am powerless to do anything to help him feel better. If any of you aren't feeling well, just pop on over to my place - you can lose yourself in the aroma of Vicks vapors the minute you walk in the door. Oh, and if you aren't going to stop by for a visit - at least sign my guest book in the post below this one. Thanks!!!

Friday, February 1, 2008

Random Thoughts and the Dinosaur

Well, I certainly hope today goes better than yesterday! This is just going to be one of those posts full of random things just so I can get them out of my head.

I haven't heard back from the local magazine I told you about in the last post. I'm really not holding my breath expecting to hear from them. I just figured it was worth a shot. Friends and family have told me I should send photography submissions to other magazines, along with greeting card and calendar companies, but I honestly have no idea how to do the whole query and submission process. Besides, my camera is not a digital SLR, so I am unable to shoot in RAW and, therefore, my photos do not meet most resolution requirements.

I'm keeping myself up at night worrying about money and my lack of earning enough. Heck, who doesn't worry about money? It's a necessary evil. I'm realizing I'm going to have to figure something out... and soon.

The issues in my post entitled "Give Her a Real Life" (It's just two posts below this one, and I sincerely request that you read it) continue to go through my mind and make my heart ache. As I said, I can feel this child's emotions, and I can hear the thoughts that go through her head. How? Because I've been there, and as a grown woman now with a completely different life, I still suppress the memories. It's strange how even now, so many years later, unexpectedly a memory will creep into the forefront of my mind, and I will find myself standing in the shower and so absolutely grateful that I am now able to bathe anytime I feel like it or grateful that I do not have to hide food under my bed. What Jamie is going through is not something she will forget. However, we can help give her the opportunity to be able to look back and only have those events as memories which make her grateful for a better life. I really want us to do that.

Hubs is still quite ill. He does say that he thinks the breathing treatments are helping though. He still stands strong with forbidding me to take his photo with the sexy purple dinosaur mask though! He says it's bad enough that I already blogged about it. So, let's go one step further - introducing the Barney Breathing Mask...

When in use, the medicine-vapor smoke comes out the sides of the mask and it looks like the dinosaur is breathing fire. Now, why would my husband not want his picture taken wearing this?

Now ladies, I realize you all want one of these for your husbands too - don't the purple eyelashes just make it totally HOT? My favorite color too!

Don't worry, if Hubs doesn't like that I posted this, it doesn't matter. He's sick - I can run faster than him! I'm not afraid! Sometimes you have to take risks for the sake of your blog ;-)

I am totally procrastinating on getting the things on my to-do list done. Ummm Taxes - Yeah, I better get on that! Preparing portfolios to receive experiential credit for some of my college courses - yeah, those were supposed to be done a LONG time ago. Yeah, I'll get to it... sometime.

I'd like to be off on a fabulous vacation right now. I wonder what the rates are for a hotel in Vegas. Yeah, who am I kidding? Nah, I'll just grab the camera and go for a walk.

Thursday, January 31, 2008

Enough Already

My husband is sick... we are trying to avoid pneumonia, if it hasn't already developed into that. So, I've been running around the house filling the humidifier and vaporizer, picking up cough drop wrappers and tissues, and fixing breathing treatments in a breathing machine we borrowed from my sister-in-law. He really feels lousy, and, because of that, I feel lousy because I wish I could do more to make him feel better.

THEN - I went into the bathroom a little bit ago and heard water... lots of water... NO, more like a waterfall... like an explosion of water. What the heck? I come back through the house, open the door to the addition and see water... TONS of water all over the floor and spraying all over the place. I throw open the door and shout "We've got a PROBBBBBB LEM!" Hubs runs and turns off the main water. So, we go to the basement (which is now partially flooded) to work on the pipes. Hubs really should NOT be standing in the damp, partially flooded, and freezing cold basement - but, last time I checked, I don't have a lot of plumbing experience under my belt. We get the pipe cut, dried, fluxed, capped, and soldered. Hubs goes back outside and turns the water back on... I race up the basement steps (nearly tripping and falling on my face) to the door, throw it open and scream "Turn it OFF! Turn it OFF!" Why? Because now there is water violently spraying out of the other pipe! So, repeat the previous steps on this pipe. UGH! It's fixed now - I'm rewashing about three loads of laundry which got soaked from the water pouring down through the floor. I tried using a broom to push the water into the basement drain, but the drain is plugged - Hubs says that drain being plugged means that eventually our shower and toilet are going to stop working too (What did I do to deserve this??? Oh yeah, I agreed to move to this house) It could have been worse, I guess... but it certainly had bad timing.

On a more humorous note -
The breathing machine we borrowed uses a mask which you strap around your head. The only mask my sister-in-law had was for my nieces, and it is this really cute purple dinosaur mask. Hehehehe. After fixing up the first treatment and handing my husband the mask, he promptly looked at me and ordered "Don't even get any ideas about taking a picture of this so you can blog about it!" Me??? Would I think such a thing? I mean, he acts like all I do I think about how I can blog about stuff! Ya know, nothing is sexier than a 44 year old man wearing a child-sized purple dinosaur (or Barney, as Tammy called it) mask with medicine-vapored smoke coming out the nostrils of the mask... I'm telling ya - so HOT!

NOW, if you have not done so already I ask you... demand... and beg you to please read the post below this one. It is VERY, VERY important to me that you read that post. If you never read my blog again - just read THAT post - PLEASE. (and thank you)

Saturday, November 10, 2007

He Is Safety UNconscious

The conversation went like this:

Me: Honey, what are you doing with the light switches?

Him: I have to pull the wires out for these switches that don't work anyway.

Me: Don't you think you should turn the electric off?

Him: No, I'm pulling wires out that aren't connected to anything.

Me: Well, yes, but you're working at a double light switch, and only one of those switches isn't connected. The other switch is connected and runs our kitchen light. Don't you think you should turn the electric off?

Him: No. I'll be fine. I'm going outside to yank on these wires. You stand here and watch. When I come back, I need to know which wires moved.

He leaves, wires jiggle, he's back...

Me: It moved this wire that in this switch here that we don't even know what it's for. But, it also moved this wire here in the double switch

Him (Freaking Out): Don't be pointing in that double switch that one wire is HOT!

Me... smacking my forehead with the palm of my hand and walking back to continue working on homework...

as the lights flicker on and off and he fiddles in said double switch with a screwdriver.

Oh, the joys of home improvement with a husband who doesn't know what the definition of safety is.

Wednesday, October 17, 2007

Did He Grow Up Under A Rock?

Sometimes, I can't get over how much of a deprived life my husband has led. It is mostly because he has always been working and never had time for anything else.

One of the first examples of this was our first Christmas together. It was the holiday season, and he was still trying to pretend that he wasn't the Bah-Humbug Scrooge that he actually is. We were decorating the house, and a commercial for a Christmas special came on the TV.
I made the comment, "Oh, I have to find out when Grinch is going to be on."
Hubs, "Who?"
Me, "The Grinch"
Hubs looks at me with that blank stare that tells me has no idea what I'm talking about (even then I knew that look)
I said, "You know, The Grinch Who Stole Christmas?"
Hubs, "OH! I've heard of it"
Me, "You've NEVER seen the Grinch???"
Hubs, "No, isn't that with Jim Carey?"
Me, "NOOOOO! You've never seen the ORIGINAL Grinch Who Stole Christmas???"
Hubs, "Nope"
Me, "How can you have had THREE children! Three children! And NOT see the Grinch??? Did you grow up under a rock??? Did you raise your kids from under that rock???"

Next example:
We were discussing Tag, a.k.a. That Dog which is how everyone else so unlovingly refers to him.
Me, "Hubs, I'm thinking we need to work on Tag's issues a little bit."
Hubs, "I like him being protective of us and the house."
Me, "Yeah, well, so do I, but when we ask someone into our home, then Tag needs to learn that it's OK and to back off."
Hubs, "Nah, he's fine."
Me, "And when he bites someone?"
Hubs, "Nah, he won't"
Me, "Are you even listening to me???"
Hubs, "Huh?"
Me, "Hubs!! People are afraid to come to our house and visit, because they think we have Cujo living with us!"
Hubs, "What's a Cujo?"
This is where the conversation took on a whole new subject!
Me, "You don't know who Cujo is?"
Hubs, "Oh, it's a who? No, I don't know who Cujo is." (in that annoying mocking tone he uses)
I run to the bookshelf, pull the Stephen King novel from the shelf, run back and put it in Hubs' face "You've NEVER even heard people reference Cujo?"
Hubs, "No, looks like one nasty dog though!"
Me, smacking forehead, "Did you grow up under a rock???"

Most recent example...
We have this funky coffee maker. I swear that people were not thinking when they built this thing. When you lift the lid to pour the water and/or replace the filter, all of the steam/water from the previous pot of coffee, runs down the lid, down the back of the coffee maker and onto your counter. So, I always kind of shake the lid before completely opening it, in an attempt to shake some of the water off of the lid. When I shake the lid, it makes this funny noise. I know, I notice weird things and weird things amuse me! hehe
Last night, while watching the CLEVELAND INDIANS BEAT the Boston Red Sox (You knew I'd stick that in there... right?)...
Commercial for coffee comes on the TV.
Me, "I can't believe how expensive a can of coffee is out here!"
Hubs, "Yeah, you need a new coffee maker too."
Me, "Yeah, wanna hear something silly?"
Hubs, "Huh?"
Me, "You know how you have to shake the lid before you open it, and it makes that funny sound."
Hubs, "I guess."
Me, "Every morning when I hear that, I can't help but picture Fozzie Bear saying 'wacka wacka wacka'." At this point, the image of Fozzie makes me giggle like a little girl. And THEN, I notice it - the BLANK, I have NO IDEA what you are talking about stare. So, I stare back... in disbelief and just waiting.
Hubs, "What bear?"
Me, "You don't know Fozzie Bear?"
Hubs, "No, must have been after my time."
Me, "Hubs, you have THREE kids! Fozzie was one of the Muppets."
Hubs, "Ummmm, what's a Muppet? Oh yeah, that was what your Uncle T called you when you were little - "His Little Muppet"! Right?!!!?" Hubs is all proud of himself now because he thinks he answered the question right.
Me, "Yeah, he called me that, but do you know why? Do you know who the Muppets are, Hubs?"
Hubs, "Ummm, nope."
Me, "Animal??? Crazy, silly, wacky, banging on his drums Animal? You don't know Animal? He was my FAVORITE!!!"
Hubs, "Sorry, nope."
Me, "Kermit the FREAKING Frog??? You HAVE to know Kermit!!!"
Hubs, "Oh yeah, and that pig."
Me, "So you DO know the Muppets!"
Hubs, "You mean there were more besides that frog and pig?"
Me, "For crying freaking out loud - Jim Henson is rolling in his grave! Did you grow up under a rock??? Did you raise your kids from under that rock???"