It seems that we have a problem here at Casa de Swamp. We have an unwanted guest. When Hisself and I got home, as per normal we let Andy Panda Pants in for TREATS ! I noticed right away that he was acting odd....yes he's a cat...I know.....he was all twiterpated and nervous. He got his treats and rather than say " Thanks..now let my fuzzy butt back out , he appeared to be scared.
Hmmm.....
Hisself had mentioned that he's seen a raccoon in the back yard ..and as usual , to be honest , it kinda went in one ear...yada yada. Hisself has a rather quirky habit of saying bullshit so it takes a finely tuned ear to know when he is just being an idiot and when he is in fact being serious. It's only taken me 20 years to be able to tell, and yes there are times that it pisses me off when he does that, but that is the way he is and I know this.
He was serious.
He's seen Rocky, and from what he says, it appears to be an adult..and no, I don't give a rats ass as to gender. He has seen the lil sharecropper.
ON THE PATIO.
Andy must have had a run in with the critter. He is fine, I checked him over...twice. Andy is in for the night and if he has to potty , some one will go with him. He is scared and I can understand that.
And it pisses me off.
Our weather has been cool in the mornings so he has been all bouncy baby boy to get back outside as soon as he can, but evidently now..not after dusk.
Part of the problem is that in the last few years , with the airport expansion and other development, a lot of the trees and such have been cleared. We no longer see deer across the road at the airport. The poor critters have no where to go.
Except to suburbia.
I don't want to hurt the raccoon, I want him to leave, but he is feral and my overactive mind goes..." Pol....rabies....etc.
Andy will be in at night till we figure this one out. Yes, I have lived in the country before. I know the drill..but I don't want to kill an animal unless I have to.
If anyone has an idea..let me know.
Have a great weekend,
Ciao,
Aunty Pol
**** UPDATE *****
Hisself, bless him re-did the coffee pot for me before going to work . He is now working half days every Saturday till who knows when. We have a habit of leaving post its on the coffeepot and he let me know that the boy was let out at about 5:30 a.m. When I got up at 8:30 and started coffee and laundry, I saw that Andy was okay in the yard. I guess that during the day he will be fine, the doggy d's next door make enough racket during the day , besides Bernie , the Grey Parrot , that Rocky stays away..after dark is another story. Andy will be inside after dark, and if he has to go potty, he will have an escort.....sigh.
Friday, October 26, 2007
Monday, October 15, 2007
Fall ~Finally in Tejas
We don't have any sort of seasons down here on the third coast , except for Hurricane and the coldest part of the year, also known as the week before the rodeo . It's either hot or rainy or often both . This spring was really odd though due to all of the rain that we had. Great on the water bill but when you start to set records, it gets old really fast. On the plus side, we get to wear shorts and sandals for the most part , and a transplant will finally accept that appropriate wardrobe for the holidays often does mean shorts and tee shirts. Because of this, when it does get a tad cooler in October and only about 80 degrees, everyone goes bonkers in their yards, I am no exception .
As usual he worked on Saturday and since it was so beautiful, I decided to finish cleaning out the beds where the crepe myrtles are by the wrought iron fence . Out came all of the overgrown ground cover, the grass, the weeds etc. I also found that the hibiscus had the beginnings of a white fly infestation, a common malady to them so Hisself brought home some bug juice to zap them. The plumbago on one side of the arbor was pruned, so of course Andy Panda Pants is mighty miffed at me , it being his favorite vantage point for the tree rodent watch. The passion flower on the other side got cut back, pots of mums potted, others re potted as needed..yeah. I over did it again. Having suffered with allergies and ragweed for three weeks, I really over did it. Yesterday since he played goof, I did the usual inside stuff : laundry, hoovering, mop floors and then went out back to finish up and tidy up from the day before. When I talk about pruning the plumbago, bear in mind that the cuttings fill at least 2 or more large garbage bags. Not to mention all the other stuff.
And so, as per tradition, I completely over did it...and the back is making me pay for it today . I can barely straighten up, and if it falls on the floor, it's gonna stay there. Period.
This was going to be longer , but I can barely focus...back to bed for me.
Have a great week.
Ciao,
Aunty Pol
As usual he worked on Saturday and since it was so beautiful, I decided to finish cleaning out the beds where the crepe myrtles are by the wrought iron fence . Out came all of the overgrown ground cover, the grass, the weeds etc. I also found that the hibiscus had the beginnings of a white fly infestation, a common malady to them so Hisself brought home some bug juice to zap them. The plumbago on one side of the arbor was pruned, so of course Andy Panda Pants is mighty miffed at me , it being his favorite vantage point for the tree rodent watch. The passion flower on the other side got cut back, pots of mums potted, others re potted as needed..yeah. I over did it again. Having suffered with allergies and ragweed for three weeks, I really over did it. Yesterday since he played goof, I did the usual inside stuff : laundry, hoovering, mop floors and then went out back to finish up and tidy up from the day before. When I talk about pruning the plumbago, bear in mind that the cuttings fill at least 2 or more large garbage bags. Not to mention all the other stuff.
And so, as per tradition, I completely over did it...and the back is making me pay for it today . I can barely straighten up, and if it falls on the floor, it's gonna stay there. Period.
This was going to be longer , but I can barely focus...back to bed for me.
Have a great week.
Ciao,
Aunty Pol
Friday, October 12, 2007
" Let's Meet The Neighbors "
OMG..We may never live this one down.
Last night Hisself was feeling a tad mo bedder so off he goes to the Crazy Cajuns for the weekly poker game............ho hum. As asked, he set the sprinkler in the front to water the drangeas and I know when to turn it off. While watching " Smallville", ( oh, like " Dancing With The Stars " is any more high brow ?...Pfffttt)....anyhoo...I wait for the commercials so that I can putter...go refill Andy's kibble and water...la de dah...I step out grab said bowls and go back in. Next commercial I take them back out and I blink.
Blink again.
Whoa.
There is a moderate gray haze all over my back yard. I put the bowls back down and Andy and I go to the front..yup..gray smoke. I call the NG's and tell them to come out back . There we stand with our cordless phones , looking at each other through the wrought iron fence. Off we go all Nancy Drew-ish to investimigate. Three women clutching phones..no flashlights, Moi sans footwear...as we proceed to investigate. Not the crazy neighbors on the other side, thank you Jeebus...we'd never, ever hear the end of that. Two doors down from crazy's , we can see the location of the smoke.
" Is it this yard or the cul de sac ?"
" Dunno".
" Lets check it out ."
" M'kay."
Turns out that the neighbor cleaned off his roof ( HINT to EL Hubbo..Some actually do this dear) and since there was no burning ban in place , Frankie Firebug decided to burn all of the crap from his roof. Mind you, there was no wind, much less a breeze to dissipate this last night so all of the smoke drifts toward our houses. Frankie and his lil woman are now convinced that we three are nuts. To which I reply , " So being wrong is preferable to your house possibly being on fire ? Good to know."
This dim wit finally grasps that we don't in fact care that he is burning stuff in his yard. We do care enough to investigate whether we need the fire dept.
Silly us.
We did also find out that the neighbor on the other side of Crazy's ( 2 doors down from Casa de Swamp ) has a pit bull and that Frankie almost capped this dogs ass the other night.
Again , good to know.
As we trot home, I reminded one of the NG's that she needs to bring this up at the HOA meeting next week.
Poor Frankie.
Little did he know when he moved in , that the house on the corner has as an occupant , one of the few hardy souls that actually attend the HOA meetings. Not to mention the fact that the constable sits in front of our house on a regular basis to catch all those who blow through the corner stop sign.
Might want to re think the gun thing there Frankie.
Lordy Jeebus, please let Frankie and the Lil Woman be renters.
Have a great weekend.
Ciao,
Aunty Pol.
Last night Hisself was feeling a tad mo bedder so off he goes to the Crazy Cajuns for the weekly poker game............ho hum. As asked, he set the sprinkler in the front to water the drangeas and I know when to turn it off. While watching " Smallville", ( oh, like " Dancing With The Stars " is any more high brow ?...Pfffttt)....anyhoo...I wait for the commercials so that I can putter...go refill Andy's kibble and water...la de dah...I step out grab said bowls and go back in. Next commercial I take them back out and I blink.
Blink again.
Whoa.
There is a moderate gray haze all over my back yard. I put the bowls back down and Andy and I go to the front..yup..gray smoke. I call the NG's and tell them to come out back . There we stand with our cordless phones , looking at each other through the wrought iron fence. Off we go all Nancy Drew-ish to investimigate. Three women clutching phones..no flashlights, Moi sans footwear...as we proceed to investigate. Not the crazy neighbors on the other side, thank you Jeebus...we'd never, ever hear the end of that. Two doors down from crazy's , we can see the location of the smoke.
" Is it this yard or the cul de sac ?"
" Dunno".
" Lets check it out ."
" M'kay."
Turns out that the neighbor cleaned off his roof ( HINT to EL Hubbo..Some actually do this dear) and since there was no burning ban in place , Frankie Firebug decided to burn all of the crap from his roof. Mind you, there was no wind, much less a breeze to dissipate this last night so all of the smoke drifts toward our houses. Frankie and his lil woman are now convinced that we three are nuts. To which I reply , " So being wrong is preferable to your house possibly being on fire ? Good to know."
This dim wit finally grasps that we don't in fact care that he is burning stuff in his yard. We do care enough to investigate whether we need the fire dept.
Silly us.
We did also find out that the neighbor on the other side of Crazy's ( 2 doors down from Casa de Swamp ) has a pit bull and that Frankie almost capped this dogs ass the other night.
Again , good to know.
As we trot home, I reminded one of the NG's that she needs to bring this up at the HOA meeting next week.
Poor Frankie.
Little did he know when he moved in , that the house on the corner has as an occupant , one of the few hardy souls that actually attend the HOA meetings. Not to mention the fact that the constable sits in front of our house on a regular basis to catch all those who blow through the corner stop sign.
Might want to re think the gun thing there Frankie.
Lordy Jeebus, please let Frankie and the Lil Woman be renters.
Have a great weekend.
Ciao,
Aunty Pol.
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
She was soooo right.
During the course of almost any day, I trade e mails with one of my 2 closest and unfortunately longest distance friends . She is one of the two friends I truly consider the " Sister of my heart,"and I miss her and the Mullet Man ( LOL..you knew I'd do that , big boy) , more than I can say. I've known LALA and the Mullet Man for jeebus...30 years now, beginning back at the big WAZZU. They have been through miscarriages, tolerated and maintained radio silence with respect to the first husband , no easy feat there , and overall been one of those people you want with you in the foxhole when the mortars start. Just as the DH has the Crazy Cajun and his wife, I have these two ..people you have known for so long , that you pray like mad they like your spouse the first time they all meet..no matter how long you have been married. When their only child was born, they waited over two years to have the child christened so that I , as the Godmother could be there. I think my Godson still remembers the hat I wore..and hopefully story time from the book I gave him. He is getting married next year and I am going to be there..come hell or high water. Ask DH or anyone who actually , really knows me, when I say I am going to do something..consider it done.
LALA is an only child, living in a town where her family goes back at least four if not five generations that I know of , it's a college town so you're either a townie or the dreaded student/staff member/faculty . LALA and I worked together in the same building at WAZZU bit for different depts. After I left, she basically took over my position more or less and stayed until she retired while also earning her degree. Mullet Man still works for the University and they still live in the house her father was raised in , and his family before that. They've held on to the homestead through thick and thin, one way or another and I so admire that. Living down here for the last 25 years is as close to that as I can come, having grown up in the military. Even if I had to , I wouldn't leave Tejas. I belong here. Mullet Man's family is originally from Virginia, so he understands, and LALA to this day claims that even when I lived up north, I was still " very Southern." Virginia is the home to the other sister of the heart and while I don't object to visiting her and so forth, I wouldn't move there either, there are many memories from years ago , that are just too heart breaking to risk the deja vu of that pain. Sorry. Thats just the way it is.
LALA and I were " talking" yesterday about how much we both miss our grandparents, especially our Grandmothers. Her grandmother died only a few years ago and mine about 18 years ago , give or take a year. LALA was there at the end for her grandmother, and she is very grateful for that. I , on the other hand, having always lived far from the Grandparents, only had a chance to see Grandma once before her passing. That is not to say that we didn't see her when we were kids , I only saw her that one time when she was so ill. Sometimes I wish I hadn't. Grandma died from cancer. Bear in mind , my maternal grandparents were really larger than life. Grandma was built ( so it seemed to me as a kid) like Marjorie Main, hell... even the dresses were much the same. To see this woman , who could silence the most rambunctious kid with a look, frail and wasted from this disease is something I shall remember all my life , and not in a good way. I had no clue when I went back that she would have no idea who I was , or that I was the oldest grandchild. I had become a strange face to her , not frightening, just no connection to be made. I cried all the way home on that flight to IAH. Grandpa...big, stern, loving,...his word was law. You did not cross the Reverend. They were the glue that held us all together. My uncles, aunts and cousins all lived within in driving distance so they got to have their parents/ grandparents in their day to day lives much like LALA did. I used to and still envy that, I can't help it. Yes, I wrote my grandparents every few weeks, and yes, DH and I called Grandpa every week after Grandma died. This husband was lucky enough to meet Grandpa, and it meant the world to us that if things had been a bit easier financially , he would have been tickled to have married us up there. He understood the elopement, and completely supported our reasons for it , so his rapport with the DH was an extra gift to me. This month marks either 13 or 14 years that Grandpa has been gone. I won't speak for my surviving family but with the loss of my father, their son in law, , the feeling of any form of connection to my mothers family evaporated. Dissipation began in 1981 when mother died. It was completed four years ago this coming January. We were always the ones that were gone. I was unable to make it there for Grandma's funeral service, but since I had seen her, I was at peace with that . When Grandpa died, my cousins were " amazed " that DH and I came to the funeral. All the way from TEXAS...! Yowza ! That clued me in right there, even though DH had already picked up on it. The ones who are gone from the family dynamic miss it the most it seems , and strive the hardest to create it and their place in it. My mother made this mistake, and so did I. There is a difference between having a close knit family and being close within that family. I recognize that in DH's and LALA's family , mostly because it does not exist in mine. That is neither good nor bad, it simply is. You cannot make or force a happy family . You can treat all the members with courtesy and respect , and accept that often that is all there will ever be . That makes no one the " bad guy" and is no ones fault, it just is. I love my family, but to be honest I don't really know them, I haven't been around them , and have no clue as to their thoughts or feelings. Time and logistics have a lot to do with this, and it was no ones choice, just the way it all worked out.
Many people have no family at all, I consider myself lucky, I have the one I was born into , and I have the family that I made...Malibu's, Mullets, Cajuns n all.
Have a great week, you deserve it.
Ciao,
Aunty Pol
LALA is an only child, living in a town where her family goes back at least four if not five generations that I know of , it's a college town so you're either a townie or the dreaded student/staff member/faculty . LALA and I worked together in the same building at WAZZU bit for different depts. After I left, she basically took over my position more or less and stayed until she retired while also earning her degree. Mullet Man still works for the University and they still live in the house her father was raised in , and his family before that. They've held on to the homestead through thick and thin, one way or another and I so admire that. Living down here for the last 25 years is as close to that as I can come, having grown up in the military. Even if I had to , I wouldn't leave Tejas. I belong here. Mullet Man's family is originally from Virginia, so he understands, and LALA to this day claims that even when I lived up north, I was still " very Southern." Virginia is the home to the other sister of the heart and while I don't object to visiting her and so forth, I wouldn't move there either, there are many memories from years ago , that are just too heart breaking to risk the deja vu of that pain. Sorry. Thats just the way it is.
LALA and I were " talking" yesterday about how much we both miss our grandparents, especially our Grandmothers. Her grandmother died only a few years ago and mine about 18 years ago , give or take a year. LALA was there at the end for her grandmother, and she is very grateful for that. I , on the other hand, having always lived far from the Grandparents, only had a chance to see Grandma once before her passing. That is not to say that we didn't see her when we were kids , I only saw her that one time when she was so ill. Sometimes I wish I hadn't. Grandma died from cancer. Bear in mind , my maternal grandparents were really larger than life. Grandma was built ( so it seemed to me as a kid) like Marjorie Main, hell... even the dresses were much the same. To see this woman , who could silence the most rambunctious kid with a look, frail and wasted from this disease is something I shall remember all my life , and not in a good way. I had no clue when I went back that she would have no idea who I was , or that I was the oldest grandchild. I had become a strange face to her , not frightening, just no connection to be made. I cried all the way home on that flight to IAH. Grandpa...big, stern, loving,...his word was law. You did not cross the Reverend. They were the glue that held us all together. My uncles, aunts and cousins all lived within in driving distance so they got to have their parents/ grandparents in their day to day lives much like LALA did. I used to and still envy that, I can't help it. Yes, I wrote my grandparents every few weeks, and yes, DH and I called Grandpa every week after Grandma died. This husband was lucky enough to meet Grandpa, and it meant the world to us that if things had been a bit easier financially , he would have been tickled to have married us up there. He understood the elopement, and completely supported our reasons for it , so his rapport with the DH was an extra gift to me. This month marks either 13 or 14 years that Grandpa has been gone. I won't speak for my surviving family but with the loss of my father, their son in law, , the feeling of any form of connection to my mothers family evaporated. Dissipation began in 1981 when mother died. It was completed four years ago this coming January. We were always the ones that were gone. I was unable to make it there for Grandma's funeral service, but since I had seen her, I was at peace with that . When Grandpa died, my cousins were " amazed " that DH and I came to the funeral. All the way from TEXAS...! Yowza ! That clued me in right there, even though DH had already picked up on it. The ones who are gone from the family dynamic miss it the most it seems , and strive the hardest to create it and their place in it. My mother made this mistake, and so did I. There is a difference between having a close knit family and being close within that family. I recognize that in DH's and LALA's family , mostly because it does not exist in mine. That is neither good nor bad, it simply is. You cannot make or force a happy family . You can treat all the members with courtesy and respect , and accept that often that is all there will ever be . That makes no one the " bad guy" and is no ones fault, it just is. I love my family, but to be honest I don't really know them, I haven't been around them , and have no clue as to their thoughts or feelings. Time and logistics have a lot to do with this, and it was no ones choice, just the way it all worked out.
Many people have no family at all, I consider myself lucky, I have the one I was born into , and I have the family that I made...Malibu's, Mullets, Cajuns n all.
Have a great week, you deserve it.
Ciao,
Aunty Pol
Saturday, October 06, 2007
This Has Gotten Old !
Between hisself and yours truely, we have spent the better part of the last 10 days sick. We sound as if we have escaped from a TB ward and are on the run.
This shite is old.
I have always been able to just look at him and tell if he is coming down with something. The eyes , the voice , the look...I am 99.9 % accurate within a 24 hour window. This by the way sucks and is in no way, shape or form something I brag about. It just is. Ordinarily, he hates soup..won't have it..runs from it. When he is sick..the complete opposite. He has to have his chicken soup with a healthy shot or 3 of tabasco and club crackers. I keep it well stocked in the larder.
In his work, he no longer grinds plaster or metal, but it is there at the job site, in the air and it can and does irritate nasal passages...yes dear...it does. I've suggested wearing a mask, which he won't and I don't nag about this...he is a grown man and I am not his Momma , thank you very much. This latest bout started as a scratchy throat, and some congestion.
Ok.
Fine.
This will pass.
Wrong.
Head congestion did what it usually does, it drained into his chest. Before this happened, he had in fact tried every sinus, decongestant claritan sudafed tablet that we had..no , not all at once...he's goofy..not stupid.
Results ?
NADA.
ZIP .
ZERO.
So there he is , poor thing, now with the wretched cough that you just can't get under. The hacking, rib bruising , cuts off air exausting sort.
We tried Mucinex and initially it helped..then quit .
It dawns on us because we have been down this road before that he has walking pneumonia so he will be going to the Doctor on Monday. For anyone who knows him..yeah...he's that sick.
Me ?
F'g Ragweed.
The count has been off the charts this week , so I also have the hacking cough . It was bad enough that yesterday at the hairdressers when it hit with particular force, poor thing, I literally scared her half to death . She was about to 911 me when I finally stopped. Hence hi lites took twice as long to do. It was however, way over due and completely worth it.
Mine will get better.
I will eventually get some rest , but right now it's hands full with taking care of him, house , cats, yard, work.
I am sooooo tired.
Ciao,
Aunty Pol
This shite is old.
I have always been able to just look at him and tell if he is coming down with something. The eyes , the voice , the look...I am 99.9 % accurate within a 24 hour window. This by the way sucks and is in no way, shape or form something I brag about. It just is. Ordinarily, he hates soup..won't have it..runs from it. When he is sick..the complete opposite. He has to have his chicken soup with a healthy shot or 3 of tabasco and club crackers. I keep it well stocked in the larder.
In his work, he no longer grinds plaster or metal, but it is there at the job site, in the air and it can and does irritate nasal passages...yes dear...it does. I've suggested wearing a mask, which he won't and I don't nag about this...he is a grown man and I am not his Momma , thank you very much. This latest bout started as a scratchy throat, and some congestion.
Ok.
Fine.
This will pass.
Wrong.
Head congestion did what it usually does, it drained into his chest. Before this happened, he had in fact tried every sinus, decongestant claritan sudafed tablet that we had..no , not all at once...he's goofy..not stupid.
Results ?
NADA.
ZIP .
ZERO.
So there he is , poor thing, now with the wretched cough that you just can't get under. The hacking, rib bruising , cuts off air exausting sort.
We tried Mucinex and initially it helped..then quit .
It dawns on us because we have been down this road before that he has walking pneumonia so he will be going to the Doctor on Monday. For anyone who knows him..yeah...he's that sick.
Me ?
F'g Ragweed.
The count has been off the charts this week , so I also have the hacking cough . It was bad enough that yesterday at the hairdressers when it hit with particular force, poor thing, I literally scared her half to death . She was about to 911 me when I finally stopped. Hence hi lites took twice as long to do. It was however, way over due and completely worth it.
Mine will get better.
I will eventually get some rest , but right now it's hands full with taking care of him, house , cats, yard, work.
I am sooooo tired.
Ciao,
Aunty Pol
Sunday, September 16, 2007
Dibs and Dabs
Thankfully I have managed to survice the stomach virus from Hell. Rarely has a shower felt so good. The back is still stiff from all of the rack time, but I can take a Tylenol for the aches and pains , the body gets/demands what the body needs. SU was very sweet about helping police the joint and other than that , not hovering over me. He knows that I cannot abide that in any way and did the bare minimum of checking up on me. Right now he is making Jalapeno chiggin, which mentally sounds just yummy, the stomach is going " Oh hell no." I'll let him enjoy and if I need to eat , there is always scrambled eggies . I am one of those to my SU's ever lasting lament who must be forced to eat when I am sick ....I just won't do it .
Other than that, it's been a very peaceful day, it is getting easier in a lot of ways and I guess that is the way that we get through things . Do I miss him, oh more than I can say. Did I fall apart ? No, not even a little bit. This may change from one year to another, but for now I am as content as I know how to be . Has it been a struggle, oh in more ways that I have the energy to list here. Has it been worth the struggle, yeah. Am I going to be okay ?
You Bet Your Ass I am.
Happy Birthday Daddy.
Have a great week.
Ciao,
Aunty Pol
Other than that, it's been a very peaceful day, it is getting easier in a lot of ways and I guess that is the way that we get through things . Do I miss him, oh more than I can say. Did I fall apart ? No, not even a little bit. This may change from one year to another, but for now I am as content as I know how to be . Has it been a struggle, oh in more ways that I have the energy to list here. Has it been worth the struggle, yeah. Am I going to be okay ?
You Bet Your Ass I am.
Happy Birthday Daddy.
Have a great week.
Ciao,
Aunty Pol
Friday, September 14, 2007
Bleech
I hate being sick.
HATE IT ~!
I have been home for two days with the stomach virus from hell. My back now aches from so much sleeping so I forced myself to get up and go get yet another Dr. Pepper. Poor SU will have to re-load the ice box at this point. I know that I would feel better grabbing a shower, but that seems to be more effort than I can muster right now.
On the plus side, we managed to evade Humberto. It appeared that it was heading directly for the Island and the Big H , but veered off at the last minute. The scary part of all of this is that it only took about 24 hours for this thing to form , and we've has so many lately that the next 6 weeks make me a tad uneasy.
PLus side # 2: I have met and gotten to know a great group of gals on another board, they are all of a similar interest and always make me laugh out loud so here's s shout out in no particular order:
Newrose - feel better soon
SR Diva
MaggieMae
Bini
DecemberGal
Naturegal
All the others who lurk/post you know where
By and far they are funny, supportive, irreverant and have so very quickly become a regular part of my everyday routine.
Other than a project that I am behind on dealing with 17'th century Japan, not much else to say .The Moron is out of the hospital , but we don't know about the lab reports yet. For all the grief that I give him, I really hope and pray it is all good.
Have a great weekend.
Ciao,
Aunty Pol
HATE IT ~!
I have been home for two days with the stomach virus from hell. My back now aches from so much sleeping so I forced myself to get up and go get yet another Dr. Pepper. Poor SU will have to re-load the ice box at this point. I know that I would feel better grabbing a shower, but that seems to be more effort than I can muster right now.
On the plus side, we managed to evade Humberto. It appeared that it was heading directly for the Island and the Big H , but veered off at the last minute. The scary part of all of this is that it only took about 24 hours for this thing to form , and we've has so many lately that the next 6 weeks make me a tad uneasy.
PLus side # 2: I have met and gotten to know a great group of gals on another board, they are all of a similar interest and always make me laugh out loud so here's s shout out in no particular order:
Newrose - feel better soon
SR Diva
MaggieMae
Bini
DecemberGal
Naturegal
All the others who lurk/post you know where
By and far they are funny, supportive, irreverant and have so very quickly become a regular part of my everyday routine.
Other than a project that I am behind on dealing with 17'th century Japan, not much else to say .The Moron is out of the hospital , but we don't know about the lab reports yet. For all the grief that I give him, I really hope and pray it is all good.
Have a great weekend.
Ciao,
Aunty Pol
Sunday, September 02, 2007
It was fun while it lasted.....WAH
Let's see...
SU is home , chaos ensues...kidding. He had the best time while he as a part of the " Pro's From Dover" ( ok....watch the original " MASH"..it will make sense.) They consumed far too many adult beverages and chased the lil white one hither, thither and yon. Poor dude has worked his arse off this year and really needed the vacay. This is one of those things where you go " Uh oh, sense a pattern ." He is at the age with the rest of his posse that I have no fear of bad behavior . Hell....nude chick could show up waving her personal floatation devices aloft and they would be more po'd that she was in their line of sight. They are that predictable. I have managed to get all of his laundry done, the Katz are.." Who is that tall chap ?" and routines are resumed.
As for Moi, I got to do a lot of things that needed to be done, spent time with Gal Pals , actually found the bottom of the top drawer of the file cabinet and had some peace and quiet. I am always amazed at how much I enjoy the sound of utter and complete silence. I work 45 hours a week with about 150 people , and the din will at times be enough to make me cry at the absurdity of it. Love most of them...oh hell yeah...but. While I consider myself rather gregarious , I also have this loner quirk. I like being alone. I like the quiet of it. It's calming and for me , rather healthy. I can't, simply cannot be around others 24/7/365 . I cannot do it. I don't need to be entertained, I don't need to be busy all the time. The simple peace of sitting on the patio and watching the cat romp is pleasure enough for me. Yes there was fun to be had for me...getting a facial , nails and Ped....getting the peach fuzz waxed off the face...oh hell yeah . But also, sitting and reading a book with a fresh pot of coffee....working in the garden , writing letters to friends...gearing down for a moment to enjoy the moment....Bliss....pure Bliss.
Next up....the deck will be finally built......huzzah. I've wanted one since we moved into the house 18 years ago....I'm almost giddy..yeah..I know that is lame.
I hope everyone had/has a wonderful holiday weekend.
Ciao,
Blessed Be...
Aunty Pol
P.S. ( CE ..Hotmail me...COR news)
SU is home , chaos ensues...kidding. He had the best time while he as a part of the " Pro's From Dover" ( ok....watch the original " MASH"..it will make sense.) They consumed far too many adult beverages and chased the lil white one hither, thither and yon. Poor dude has worked his arse off this year and really needed the vacay. This is one of those things where you go " Uh oh, sense a pattern ." He is at the age with the rest of his posse that I have no fear of bad behavior . Hell....nude chick could show up waving her personal floatation devices aloft and they would be more po'd that she was in their line of sight. They are that predictable. I have managed to get all of his laundry done, the Katz are.." Who is that tall chap ?" and routines are resumed.
As for Moi, I got to do a lot of things that needed to be done, spent time with Gal Pals , actually found the bottom of the top drawer of the file cabinet and had some peace and quiet. I am always amazed at how much I enjoy the sound of utter and complete silence. I work 45 hours a week with about 150 people , and the din will at times be enough to make me cry at the absurdity of it. Love most of them...oh hell yeah...but. While I consider myself rather gregarious , I also have this loner quirk. I like being alone. I like the quiet of it. It's calming and for me , rather healthy. I can't, simply cannot be around others 24/7/365 . I cannot do it. I don't need to be entertained, I don't need to be busy all the time. The simple peace of sitting on the patio and watching the cat romp is pleasure enough for me. Yes there was fun to be had for me...getting a facial , nails and Ped....getting the peach fuzz waxed off the face...oh hell yeah . But also, sitting and reading a book with a fresh pot of coffee....working in the garden , writing letters to friends...gearing down for a moment to enjoy the moment....Bliss....pure Bliss.
Next up....the deck will be finally built......huzzah. I've wanted one since we moved into the house 18 years ago....I'm almost giddy..yeah..I know that is lame.
I hope everyone had/has a wonderful holiday weekend.
Ciao,
Blessed Be...
Aunty Pol
P.S. ( CE ..Hotmail me...COR news)
Monday, August 27, 2007
Thus Far
Wel, the Pro's from Dover made their plane. The Moron thought that G would drive to his house Friday night, spend the night , and then they would drive to the airport.
Fine.
Granted , the last time they flew out, they flew from Hobby, on the Moron's side of town . South of us .
WRONG.
This time .
the Pro's from Dover were flying out of IAH . For the tourista's........IAH is Houston Intercontinental ...yup. The one we live across the road from. So why the hell they would go south and then double back is way beyond me...except that this is once again the Pro's from Dover.
G thought better of it ( DOH ) , so we put the Moron up for the night. This in and of itself is not bad , except whe you have a couple of guys who are 12 when they are together ( Ludden and Meador..hmmmm? ) who have to talk over the top of each other .
My ears bleed .
The NG drove them to IAH.
G took great pains to remind me of the chores that needed to be done . Like I am 9 .
Dear....
I can clean the cat boxes.
I can put out the trash .
I can check the doors.
Yes , this is very sweet...............................arrggh.
Somehow , I managed to survive prior to the 20 years we have been joined at the hip.
God knows how.
But I have .
Have a great week, I am on vacay.
Whoot !
Blessed Be.
Aunty Pol .
Fine.
Granted , the last time they flew out, they flew from Hobby, on the Moron's side of town . South of us .
WRONG.
This time .
the Pro's from Dover were flying out of IAH . For the tourista's........IAH is Houston Intercontinental ...yup. The one we live across the road from. So why the hell they would go south and then double back is way beyond me...except that this is once again the Pro's from Dover.
G thought better of it ( DOH ) , so we put the Moron up for the night. This in and of itself is not bad , except whe you have a couple of guys who are 12 when they are together ( Ludden and Meador..hmmmm? ) who have to talk over the top of each other .
My ears bleed .
The NG drove them to IAH.
G took great pains to remind me of the chores that needed to be done . Like I am 9 .
Dear....
I can clean the cat boxes.
I can put out the trash .
I can check the doors.
Yes , this is very sweet...............................arrggh.
Somehow , I managed to survive prior to the 20 years we have been joined at the hip.
God knows how.
But I have .
Have a great week, I am on vacay.
Whoot !
Blessed Be.
Aunty Pol .
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
Finally got it figured out...
For the life of me , I haven't been able to figure out why I am so eager for this particular vacation . More than the usual...whooooo hooooooooo . More along the lines of dear Jeebus...when..?
Life here at the Seitch has been pretty normal for us this year. Hisself is working the usual week and then a smidge over half a day on Saturday . Sunday he plays golf..all normal there . And no...I don't mind the golf, he's earned it and anyone who actually knows the SU knows he was a bear with a sore butt during the nine ( yes..9) weeks it rained every day. We set records here for rainfall this year. Trust me here...we are all in agreement on that bit . The Kitteh's are all fine, learning to stand up to Andy Panda Pants, and he of course has us trained on ..TREATS..!!!!!!!!!!! Family is all fine, or dealing with their situation at any given moment with good grace as always . Work is fine...insane..completely f'g insane...and completely usual. My WOA brothers and sistah's on arms are all fine and dandy. The appliances are all in working order, knock on wood. Same for Pearl the Wonder Car , baby girl is fine and almost paid off.
So it again begs the question....why ?
Then it hit me.
WHAP !
As is my custom, I take the first week off April off for my birthday . First , because it's my birthday , dammit ! Secondly, the first week of April is usually the ..run to the garden..it's spring...wheeeee....woot !
Not this year .
Yes, I did in fact take that week off.
And we had the house painted. Not all the interior, just the two hallways ( wall, ceiling and trim - 3 colors) and the living room/dining room = great room ( again , wall, ceiling and trim) . This required packing all of the bookcases, the china hutch and buffet, removing all of the art, covering all of the furniture , moving all the furniture, wall prep . You get the idea. I realize that this doesn't seem like a lot until you realize that we have been in the house for 1 7 1/2 years now .Then there was the putting all the krep back, after cleaning all the carpets, washing the windows..well...hey the krep was all packed up...LMAO.
After today I am out until the day after Labor day.
I may not get out of bed tomorrow.
Have a great week.
Ciao,
Aunty Pol
Come to the Darkside, we have cookies.
Life here at the Seitch has been pretty normal for us this year. Hisself is working the usual week and then a smidge over half a day on Saturday . Sunday he plays golf..all normal there . And no...I don't mind the golf, he's earned it and anyone who actually knows the SU knows he was a bear with a sore butt during the nine ( yes..9) weeks it rained every day. We set records here for rainfall this year. Trust me here...we are all in agreement on that bit . The Kitteh's are all fine, learning to stand up to Andy Panda Pants, and he of course has us trained on ..TREATS..!!!!!!!!!!! Family is all fine, or dealing with their situation at any given moment with good grace as always . Work is fine...insane..completely f'g insane...and completely usual. My WOA brothers and sistah's on arms are all fine and dandy. The appliances are all in working order, knock on wood. Same for Pearl the Wonder Car , baby girl is fine and almost paid off.
So it again begs the question....why ?
Then it hit me.
WHAP !
As is my custom, I take the first week off April off for my birthday . First , because it's my birthday , dammit ! Secondly, the first week of April is usually the ..run to the garden..it's spring...wheeeee....woot !
Not this year .
Yes, I did in fact take that week off.
And we had the house painted. Not all the interior, just the two hallways ( wall, ceiling and trim - 3 colors) and the living room/dining room = great room ( again , wall, ceiling and trim) . This required packing all of the bookcases, the china hutch and buffet, removing all of the art, covering all of the furniture , moving all the furniture, wall prep . You get the idea. I realize that this doesn't seem like a lot until you realize that we have been in the house for 1 7 1/2 years now .Then there was the putting all the krep back, after cleaning all the carpets, washing the windows..well...hey the krep was all packed up...LMAO.
After today I am out until the day after Labor day.
I may not get out of bed tomorrow.
Have a great week.
Ciao,
Aunty Pol
Come to the Darkside, we have cookies.
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
And for the record
Sigh .
I kow my late father loved California . My step mother is native and quite happy there. Nice place to visit.........but.
All y'all on the Left Coast...do me a favor and get the F over yourselves.
My law firm is a member of Meritas. Good thing to be for many reasons...for the virgins...look it up. As a member of this affiliation, we give guest space to another member firm when they are in the city and need it.
It called courtesy , folks.
Not a big deal, just being nice.
We had a group come in from San Francisco today that needed a couple of our conference rooms to camp in.
Fine .
No biggie, glad to help.
That being said.....do not parade your superior , smug arrogant asses in there and act like the Duke of Earl. News flash Brainiac...see it done better...not impressed.
YAWN .
Thankfully , hisself is all packed up and raring to go. It's hard for him to only get one vacay a year, especially since he is now working the regular Monday through Friday from 8 to 5 but also on Saturdays from 7 'ish to noon or 1 p.m. It is going to be this way till the end of the year or longer since the company is moving in January or February. He can play all the golf he can on the weekends...I don't care.
One more day people....one more day.
It's late...
Ni Ni
Hugs
Aunty Pol
P.S. I have flying Monkeys and I am not afraid to use them !
I kow my late father loved California . My step mother is native and quite happy there. Nice place to visit.........but.
All y'all on the Left Coast...do me a favor and get the F over yourselves.
My law firm is a member of Meritas. Good thing to be for many reasons...for the virgins...look it up. As a member of this affiliation, we give guest space to another member firm when they are in the city and need it.
It called courtesy , folks.
Not a big deal, just being nice.
We had a group come in from San Francisco today that needed a couple of our conference rooms to camp in.
Fine .
No biggie, glad to help.
That being said.....do not parade your superior , smug arrogant asses in there and act like the Duke of Earl. News flash Brainiac...see it done better...not impressed.
YAWN .
Thankfully , hisself is all packed up and raring to go. It's hard for him to only get one vacay a year, especially since he is now working the regular Monday through Friday from 8 to 5 but also on Saturdays from 7 'ish to noon or 1 p.m. It is going to be this way till the end of the year or longer since the company is moving in January or February. He can play all the golf he can on the weekends...I don't care.
One more day people....one more day.
It's late...
Ni Ni
Hugs
Aunty Pol
P.S. I have flying Monkeys and I am not afraid to use them !
Monday, August 20, 2007
Things I am tired of..
A dear gal pal has a thread on her board that started me thinking about things that I am so weary of , that I can't see straight.
1. In the Movies..I am tired of the lead character getting the crap beat out of them and never saying " God Damn, that hurt. " It doesn't matter if you are Bruce Willis in a " Die Hard " movie or Pierce Brosnan in " Die Another Day ." When you get smacked/shot/ pummeled /hit with a brick..whatever..it's going to HURT . You are not going to bounce back, fix it by munching on a bayer or gulping a 'tini . Stop sucking up and own it. You just got your ass whipped...in the real world it takes a while to heal...and so just stop being brave/stoic/MANLY..just stop it .
2. In the Movies/On TV...Relationships always work out. Calling Bullshit on that one. The expectation excedes the reality here folks . Boy meets girl..or boy meets boy ...or girl meets girl . Problems arise ..well double damn'd DUH ! They aren't always resolved in the real world. Hell..half the time problems aren't even identified in real life relationships. And if they are, it does not always work itself out to everyones satisfaction. Often people fail to work out a resolution and either call it quits or agree that the problem needs to be shelved for another days agenda . One hundred and twenty minutes on the average is not time enough to fix a problem when they occur.
3. In the Movies/On TV...Lead characters always have a trusty sidekick who is more than willing to drop everything in their life at a moments notice and ride shotgun into whatever insane, lame-ass plan the main character has . Just once I'd like the sidekick to say.." Um..no..taking a pass on this one , have fun and do not call me for bail money." Just once. In real life sometimes ou just need to let a person perform what ever stupid act they have dreamed up..just to be given the opportunity to rub their faces in it when it falls apart. What ..you wouldn't do that ?...LIAR....
4. In the Movies /On TV...Children are always cute , clever, talented...what ever. Um..no, actually they are not . In real life, sometimes they behave so badly you just want to pre-dial CPS because there's a beating a-coming. In real life until people are willing to admit that the precious child should not be allowed to run amok without some form of consequences...oh don't get me started. Wally World/Sam's/ Big Box Store deserves every lawsuit filed against them when their employees fail to step up to the plate and tell child and more importantly the parent's of said child " Stop doing that." Period. The managers of these stores more often than not are afraid that by actually being responsible that they will lose customers. HAH ! They lose far more in attorneys fees and settlements, not to mention customers like ol Pol here who refuse to shop in them on a regular basis.
Oh I am so ready for vacation..sigh.
Have a great week.
Ciao,
Aunty Pol
P.S. Amazon ROCKS ! I just got a dvd that I have waited years to get my mits on...." Go Flash Go."...Heeee ! Time to Happy Dance.
1. In the Movies..I am tired of the lead character getting the crap beat out of them and never saying " God Damn, that hurt. " It doesn't matter if you are Bruce Willis in a " Die Hard " movie or Pierce Brosnan in " Die Another Day ." When you get smacked/shot/ pummeled /hit with a brick..whatever..it's going to HURT . You are not going to bounce back, fix it by munching on a bayer or gulping a 'tini . Stop sucking up and own it. You just got your ass whipped...in the real world it takes a while to heal...and so just stop being brave/stoic/MANLY..just stop it .
2. In the Movies/On TV...Relationships always work out. Calling Bullshit on that one. The expectation excedes the reality here folks . Boy meets girl..or boy meets boy ...or girl meets girl . Problems arise ..well double damn'd DUH ! They aren't always resolved in the real world. Hell..half the time problems aren't even identified in real life relationships. And if they are, it does not always work itself out to everyones satisfaction. Often people fail to work out a resolution and either call it quits or agree that the problem needs to be shelved for another days agenda . One hundred and twenty minutes on the average is not time enough to fix a problem when they occur.
3. In the Movies/On TV...Lead characters always have a trusty sidekick who is more than willing to drop everything in their life at a moments notice and ride shotgun into whatever insane, lame-ass plan the main character has . Just once I'd like the sidekick to say.." Um..no..taking a pass on this one , have fun and do not call me for bail money." Just once. In real life sometimes ou just need to let a person perform what ever stupid act they have dreamed up..just to be given the opportunity to rub their faces in it when it falls apart. What ..you wouldn't do that ?...LIAR....
4. In the Movies /On TV...Children are always cute , clever, talented...what ever. Um..no, actually they are not . In real life, sometimes they behave so badly you just want to pre-dial CPS because there's a beating a-coming. In real life until people are willing to admit that the precious child should not be allowed to run amok without some form of consequences...oh don't get me started. Wally World/Sam's/ Big Box Store deserves every lawsuit filed against them when their employees fail to step up to the plate and tell child and more importantly the parent's of said child " Stop doing that." Period. The managers of these stores more often than not are afraid that by actually being responsible that they will lose customers. HAH ! They lose far more in attorneys fees and settlements, not to mention customers like ol Pol here who refuse to shop in them on a regular basis.
Oh I am so ready for vacation..sigh.
Have a great week.
Ciao,
Aunty Pol
P.S. Amazon ROCKS ! I just got a dvd that I have waited years to get my mits on...." Go Flash Go."...Heeee ! Time to Happy Dance.
Woot
Once again CE saves the day...WOOT !!!!!
Oh sistah, I haven't laughed so hard in ages. I thought I was the only one who hated RR with a passion that I usually reserve for my ex . But noooooo....RR is up there. Now, we do watch the food channel, yes...we KNOW how lame that is...what evs...I can no longer stomach RR and her flying fists of Fury. And they had this twit on as guest judge for the food network star competition thingy ?
Why...?
Why...?
I mean come on...anyone with more than one brain cell knew Jag was a liar . And that Amy was going to win...But I digress.
I do not need this twit telling me how to visit a city with a food budget of $40.00 per day. And news flash Brainiac....it's NO big deal to ask the front desk of your hotel for coupons . Yes, Paula Deen works my last nerve, and I was actually happy to see her lose the seafood competition that was recently filmed in NOLA...but she's authentic. Bobby Flay is a smug prat...but again , authentic.
But you RR...Grrrrr.
Grow up.
Would it kill you to wash your hands after handling raw chicken ? Sure, 30 minute meals would be a nice concept, if you'd own up to the fact that someone, ( guessing not you ) did all of the prep work.
I'm gonna take up that bet CE.
Here is 5 lidas of spice.
Find the pink bullets yet ?
Have a good week.
Ciao,
Aunty Pol
Oh sistah, I haven't laughed so hard in ages. I thought I was the only one who hated RR with a passion that I usually reserve for my ex . But noooooo....RR is up there. Now, we do watch the food channel, yes...we KNOW how lame that is...what evs...I can no longer stomach RR and her flying fists of Fury. And they had this twit on as guest judge for the food network star competition thingy ?
Why...?
Why...?
I mean come on...anyone with more than one brain cell knew Jag was a liar . And that Amy was going to win...But I digress.
I do not need this twit telling me how to visit a city with a food budget of $40.00 per day. And news flash Brainiac....it's NO big deal to ask the front desk of your hotel for coupons . Yes, Paula Deen works my last nerve, and I was actually happy to see her lose the seafood competition that was recently filmed in NOLA...but she's authentic. Bobby Flay is a smug prat...but again , authentic.
But you RR...Grrrrr.
Grow up.
Would it kill you to wash your hands after handling raw chicken ? Sure, 30 minute meals would be a nice concept, if you'd own up to the fact that someone, ( guessing not you ) did all of the prep work.
I'm gonna take up that bet CE.
Here is 5 lidas of spice.
Find the pink bullets yet ?
Have a good week.
Ciao,
Aunty Pol
Monday, August 13, 2007
Monday, Monday
Well gang, I am for one glad that last week is OVER !
I had a flirtation with the krep that is floating around the office. General Malaise , nothing graphic, just what my father used to call " Feeling Puny". Bad enough that after the 9 weeks of rain that we are now hotter than Satan's Underoos . I know, I know, carp , carp , blah blah , but Damn Skippy, when the weather wonk says that it's gonna hit 100 degrees with a heat index of 107..OMG. Feel cruddy with sinus on top of that...not my best and shiney el momento . And it's gonna be that way till it ain't as we say down here . The weather, not the puny.
Hisself and I are soooo looking forward to vacay. His office is super busy, their management theory being that of " Herding kittens ". I kid you not. Hisself is blessed with the ability to just roll with it so it doesn't make him as nuts as it might a normal human.....yeah dear , I know you read this and I meant that...so deal..M'kay ? My office does the same thing but after 25 + years , I just go WTF , over ? We manage to survive the insanity and it does help in the rough draft of the future best seller that I am theatening to pen one day .
LOL .
Mwahahahahahah
Run.
Run Some more.
I do try to count my blessings tho .
My family for the most part is healthy . Those that aren't have dealt with it long enough to inspire awe . It is what it is. Our friends are all good, raising an incredible passle of children, which continues to amaze the sh*t out of me. They are the people I admire to the point of being teary eyed . They balance work, kids and maintaining healthy marriages with a grace that is both instructive and graceful . I hope they all know how very much we love them . Through all the dark days, the crazy Cajun's , the white water yakers, Nee Nee and Wavey Davey have been there . Well...WD is the quiet one..but he is there. And I can't tell you how sad I would be without the NG's . They especially have given support this year when changes had to be considered then made manifest. They prop me up, bust my ass when needed and love me / us warts and all.
Then there is the Clan O ' WOA . They are such a huge part of my life, I doubt they have any clue. After 5 years....we are still all here......and I am still gonna kick Rael's ass..sorry Chris. And CT....your turn is coming my dear. Poison me....Polgara does not forget. Love to you and Rae by the way. You and Rae need to let us know when you get moved to Cornwall ....seriously .And to the GM....Dude........You know what I mean.....Jonesing here....! ...Oh and lest I forget, Love to S and A . You ladies Rock ! Oh and props to COR...Dude..how much fun is this ...Can you tell I miss the gameage ?
I am so lucky at times it scares me, not getting the lottery numbers correct..nothing that mundane. I have people who love and respect me and I feel the same towards them.
Hisself is happy and healthy as are the furr babies.
It truely doesn't get much better than that.
Blessed Be.
Ciao,
Aunty Pol
I had a flirtation with the krep that is floating around the office. General Malaise , nothing graphic, just what my father used to call " Feeling Puny". Bad enough that after the 9 weeks of rain that we are now hotter than Satan's Underoos . I know, I know, carp , carp , blah blah , but Damn Skippy, when the weather wonk says that it's gonna hit 100 degrees with a heat index of 107..OMG. Feel cruddy with sinus on top of that...not my best and shiney el momento . And it's gonna be that way till it ain't as we say down here . The weather, not the puny.
Hisself and I are soooo looking forward to vacay. His office is super busy, their management theory being that of " Herding kittens ". I kid you not. Hisself is blessed with the ability to just roll with it so it doesn't make him as nuts as it might a normal human.....yeah dear , I know you read this and I meant that...so deal..M'kay ? My office does the same thing but after 25 + years , I just go WTF , over ? We manage to survive the insanity and it does help in the rough draft of the future best seller that I am theatening to pen one day .
LOL .
Mwahahahahahah
Run.
Run Some more.
I do try to count my blessings tho .
My family for the most part is healthy . Those that aren't have dealt with it long enough to inspire awe . It is what it is. Our friends are all good, raising an incredible passle of children, which continues to amaze the sh*t out of me. They are the people I admire to the point of being teary eyed . They balance work, kids and maintaining healthy marriages with a grace that is both instructive and graceful . I hope they all know how very much we love them . Through all the dark days, the crazy Cajun's , the white water yakers, Nee Nee and Wavey Davey have been there . Well...WD is the quiet one..but he is there. And I can't tell you how sad I would be without the NG's . They especially have given support this year when changes had to be considered then made manifest. They prop me up, bust my ass when needed and love me / us warts and all.
Then there is the Clan O ' WOA . They are such a huge part of my life, I doubt they have any clue. After 5 years....we are still all here......and I am still gonna kick Rael's ass..sorry Chris. And CT....your turn is coming my dear. Poison me....Polgara does not forget. Love to you and Rae by the way. You and Rae need to let us know when you get moved to Cornwall ....seriously .And to the GM....Dude........You know what I mean.....Jonesing here....! ...Oh and lest I forget, Love to S and A . You ladies Rock ! Oh and props to COR...Dude..how much fun is this ...Can you tell I miss the gameage ?
I am so lucky at times it scares me, not getting the lottery numbers correct..nothing that mundane. I have people who love and respect me and I feel the same towards them.
Hisself is happy and healthy as are the furr babies.
It truely doesn't get much better than that.
Blessed Be.
Ciao,
Aunty Pol
Friday, August 03, 2007
Happy Friday Froods
Well....it's been a veritable borgassmord of a week here. There have been confirmed sightings of brief periods of sunshine. We no longer know when we leave the casa at oh dark thirty wether to let the damn cat out ot leave him in. Sorry Andy , I know you are frustrated too. Why do you think that both Mommy and Daddy are filling your lard butt with....TREATS..............!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ? He knows where the treat locker is and will make a bee line for it when he is let in . The entire tribe has discovered or re-discovered the wonderful world of stinky goodness , yeah ......I know.....but Nee Nee Puddins is 12, and she will soon be entering the era where due to teeth and or digestive issues , stinky goodness will be the ticket. Diddums, Goober and the BABY all throw it back too , and you can't give to one and not the others..so we have different seating areas in the main dining salon ( kitchen) . When Sgt Panda pants out on patrol , his basic slop shute is the patio floor. When it is about to rain or the food could get wet, he gets the Fiesta Deck on the Love Boat ( the pvc wicker coffee table ~ what..?? ~ you don't have a coffee table for your patio /deck ????? ~ I'm stunned..simply stunned ) . And of course when Goober hoovers the stinky goodness...occasionally he will yodel it back up..GAWD I love hairball season..in our house it's 365 days a year.
And we are getting ready for vacation . Jeebus H , I am so ready..other than a few days the first week of April, this is the vacation for this year. And it is the only one for SU. My internal clock is set for the " Only X more days..hang in there ..". It no longer bothers me that SU would be packed already.....3 weeks early if he had his way. That used to drive me bats and now it's " Whatever..deal dude..I'm TRYING to watch Alton Brown..M'KAY ???????? Shutty Uppy.
Have a great weekend.
Ciao,
Aunty Pol
And we are getting ready for vacation . Jeebus H , I am so ready..other than a few days the first week of April, this is the vacation for this year. And it is the only one for SU. My internal clock is set for the " Only X more days..hang in there ..". It no longer bothers me that SU would be packed already.....3 weeks early if he had his way. That used to drive me bats and now it's " Whatever..deal dude..I'm TRYING to watch Alton Brown..M'KAY ???????? Shutty Uppy.
Have a great weekend.
Ciao,
Aunty Pol
Monday, July 30, 2007
Words Fail
It is ironic for ol Pol here to be at a loss for words. Anyone who knows me or who has stumbled across my dithering path will attest to this . This is neither good nor bad, it simply is.
Words fail me right now.
What do you say to someone that you have worked with for many years when their child drops dead from a heart attack at the age of thirty , due in part to an enlarged heart.
Really.
What do you say ?
I know his mother , in the sort of casual way that co-workers do. We'd discuss books and such . We have a love for all things Jane Austen, and I introduced her to Diana Galbadon, as I had been introduced. Like me, she was hooked. She is Lutheran . I am in a loose sort of way with apologies to my late Grandfaather..sorry Grandpa, that is just the way this agnostic rolls.
When I got to the office this morning , it was already all over the office. Having not spoken to her, and not knowing solid facts, I refrained from speculation.
As noted in my previous post, if the widow and her three children lived in the area, I would have taken over a ham or something.
We do that in the South.
I am just at a loss here.
Blessed Be.
Ciao,
Aunty Pol
Words fail me right now.
What do you say to someone that you have worked with for many years when their child drops dead from a heart attack at the age of thirty , due in part to an enlarged heart.
Really.
What do you say ?
I know his mother , in the sort of casual way that co-workers do. We'd discuss books and such . We have a love for all things Jane Austen, and I introduced her to Diana Galbadon, as I had been introduced. Like me, she was hooked. She is Lutheran . I am in a loose sort of way with apologies to my late Grandfaather..sorry Grandpa, that is just the way this agnostic rolls.
When I got to the office this morning , it was already all over the office. Having not spoken to her, and not knowing solid facts, I refrained from speculation.
As noted in my previous post, if the widow and her three children lived in the area, I would have taken over a ham or something.
We do that in the South.
I am just at a loss here.
Blessed Be.
Ciao,
Aunty Pol
Friday, July 27, 2007
Enough Already
Sigh.
No this is not another rant about the weather. There is no point at this stage. Nine weeks....9.
Whatever.
There is a good chance I may lose all of my roses. This is not earth shattering until you realize that I have had this garden for 17 years . Valentines Day, birthday....whatever the gift giving occasion......" Umm...honey..rose bush please. Thank you . Now , could you go dig the hole ? Super...thanks."
This rant is about people who seriously do not know what the F they are talking about.
TEXAS.
I am so weary of those " experts" who have lived here for oh say....maybe 2 years who pride themselves on being the F all expert on all things in Texas, Granted they lived here X number of years ago....but by GAWD they have it down pat.
Hate it.....check.
Talk trash about it.....check.
Ignorant.....check.
You can say your shit when you live here , period. For Longer than a blink. If you are such an expert..go get a job with Travelocity,.....or whatever.
I chose to move here.
I was in a very abusive marriage and a friend who is the sister of my heart gave me an option to survive. I packed my grip, quit my job, and boogied. I arrived on my birthday . The next morning the radio alarm clock went off in Lestrade's guest room. It was the Who's " Two Ton Magic Bus".
It was a sign.
We being best friends since age 13 in Mrs. Brown's 8'th grade biology class in Virginia, visited.for two weeks. Within a month I had the job I still have, This was 1982 .
Back then in my stupidity , I gave marriage one last try.
Wrong.
I got divorced.
I got remarried.
I have friends at work and in my personal life that I value beyond my shoes.
When I was younger, I lived in Virginia . I am southern. I am not the "Hee Haw" type or the " Dallas " type. Not Paula Deen. Not Gomer Pyle. I feel no need to revisit history even though I love southern architecture .
We have the arts here in Texas .
We have manners.
I am southern.
I still say " Yes Ma'm or Sir ."
I am polite to my elders even though I am middle aged.
I open doors for women with babies in buggies.
I thank gentlemen when they open doors for me.
I do the same for my elders or those who are infirm.
When you are in trouble, you get a call.
When the shit hits the fan, you get hot food.
When you need sanctuary, the husband and I are here. Without questions or judgements.
When you need a shoulder, have one of mine...I have 2.
When you need to tell me the truth, I will listen.
When I need to make major changes in my life I will , and I WILL have the balls to tell you why.
I don't feel the need to blather on to those who are of no importance in the reality of my life.
I believe on loyalty .
We are kind to animals and children.
We are kind to each other, and if we talk trash about you, we will do it to your face. We don't go in for the kill for the rush of it.
And even if we hate your guts..if you are in a state..or trouble...we put the bullshit aside and are there for you ..because we know the difference between gold and dross.
We'll fuss at you another day if needed, we just need to make sure you are okay.
So to all those yankee asshats who pontificate about that which they are sublimely ignorant about.....stay where you are.
Please.
You are the ignorant folks we feel sorry for.
The arrogant.
We don't need your sorry ass .
Carpetbagers.
Rant over.
Peace Out.
I just had to vent.
Blessed Be.
Ciao,
Aunty Pol
P.S. If you think this is about you....think again. I deal with this sort of ignorance every damn'd day so get over yourself....m'kay .
I have better things to do.
No this is not another rant about the weather. There is no point at this stage. Nine weeks....9.
Whatever.
There is a good chance I may lose all of my roses. This is not earth shattering until you realize that I have had this garden for 17 years . Valentines Day, birthday....whatever the gift giving occasion......" Umm...honey..rose bush please. Thank you . Now , could you go dig the hole ? Super...thanks."
This rant is about people who seriously do not know what the F they are talking about.
TEXAS.
I am so weary of those " experts" who have lived here for oh say....maybe 2 years who pride themselves on being the F all expert on all things in Texas, Granted they lived here X number of years ago....but by GAWD they have it down pat.
Hate it.....check.
Talk trash about it.....check.
Ignorant.....check.
You can say your shit when you live here , period. For Longer than a blink. If you are such an expert..go get a job with Travelocity,.....or whatever.
I chose to move here.
I was in a very abusive marriage and a friend who is the sister of my heart gave me an option to survive. I packed my grip, quit my job, and boogied. I arrived on my birthday . The next morning the radio alarm clock went off in Lestrade's guest room. It was the Who's " Two Ton Magic Bus".
It was a sign.
We being best friends since age 13 in Mrs. Brown's 8'th grade biology class in Virginia, visited.for two weeks. Within a month I had the job I still have, This was 1982 .
Back then in my stupidity , I gave marriage one last try.
Wrong.
I got divorced.
I got remarried.
I have friends at work and in my personal life that I value beyond my shoes.
When I was younger, I lived in Virginia . I am southern. I am not the "Hee Haw" type or the " Dallas " type. Not Paula Deen. Not Gomer Pyle. I feel no need to revisit history even though I love southern architecture .
We have the arts here in Texas .
We have manners.
I am southern.
I still say " Yes Ma'm or Sir ."
I am polite to my elders even though I am middle aged.
I open doors for women with babies in buggies.
I thank gentlemen when they open doors for me.
I do the same for my elders or those who are infirm.
When you are in trouble, you get a call.
When the shit hits the fan, you get hot food.
When you need sanctuary, the husband and I are here. Without questions or judgements.
When you need a shoulder, have one of mine...I have 2.
When you need to tell me the truth, I will listen.
When I need to make major changes in my life I will , and I WILL have the balls to tell you why.
I don't feel the need to blather on to those who are of no importance in the reality of my life.
I believe on loyalty .
We are kind to animals and children.
We are kind to each other, and if we talk trash about you, we will do it to your face. We don't go in for the kill for the rush of it.
And even if we hate your guts..if you are in a state..or trouble...we put the bullshit aside and are there for you ..because we know the difference between gold and dross.
We'll fuss at you another day if needed, we just need to make sure you are okay.
So to all those yankee asshats who pontificate about that which they are sublimely ignorant about.....stay where you are.
Please.
You are the ignorant folks we feel sorry for.
The arrogant.
We don't need your sorry ass .
Carpetbagers.
Rant over.
Peace Out.
I just had to vent.
Blessed Be.
Ciao,
Aunty Pol
P.S. If you think this is about you....think again. I deal with this sort of ignorance every damn'd day so get over yourself....m'kay .
I have better things to do.
Friday, July 20, 2007
Shameless Plug
Haooy Friday Froods. A friend of mine has one of the best blogs evah..go check out :
http://www.countessentwistle.blogspot.com/
She's been a gal pal for quite a while, another hopeless Duniac , and one of the best writers out there .
Check it out.
Ciao,
Your Soggy Aunty Pol
UPDATE: the spelling is now correct so the link should work...thanks CE.
http://www.countessentwistle.blogspot.com/
She's been a gal pal for quite a while, another hopeless Duniac , and one of the best writers out there .
Check it out.
Ciao,
Your Soggy Aunty Pol
UPDATE: the spelling is now correct so the link should work...thanks CE.
Thursday, July 19, 2007
Enough with the rain already..SHEESH
People, people ...if I wanted this krep I would have stayed in the Pacific Northwest. It has rained here for a month or more and there is no let up in sight. Normally, we watch the Gulf this time of year since it is in fact mid season, but now the concern is more about the levels of the Brazos and Trinity Rivers. They are both above flood stage and if the PTB's release more water as I suspect they must....we are screwed here people. All of the water from the hill country and so forth has to go somewhere...and it's gonna head for the gulf. Look it up people..it's not hard to understand this simple fact of science.
I am sorry if I appear cranky here...and yes , I am , but dagnabbit..enough. Andy no longer meows, he does a credible imitation of the AFLAC duck. My yard is a bog, it's drowning the garden, and the only winners here are the hydrangeas. At this rate, it will be November before the Moron can build the deck, assuming that all goes well for him medically. Dunno know yet on that one, and still kepping fingers crossed for the father in law and his carcinoma .
Sigh.
At least the crazy cajun and his spouse and the yakers ( my white water thrill monkeys ) are able to come over for a small dinner party this Saturday. They are all the crew that we hang with and really are the best sort of friends.......seen you amid the best and worst, love ya in spite of it , the friends you hang on to for dear life . My late parents had friends like that ..the Smitters, the Lowrys, Carl and Elaine Liddel ( before the divorce that is) . John and Betsy Ostereicher...these are the friends we rely on, the honest ones, and I am grateful to them . My gal pal in Washington state and her hubby also fall into this catagory, and I bless them every day. I have learned the diifference between true friends and those who are just there because their sense of superiority needs a re-charge. When people get judgemental, my usual response is " Pick a finger". Rude ..you bet..do I care ...f dat and them . I really don't give a rat's a** anymore....deal with it. I am happy with the people I hang with and those who are basically just good folk..no better, no worse, just as they are. And believe it or not, other than this bit - o - rant, I am generally a pretty happy person, all things considered. Must be middle age. LMAO.
So kids..be warned,....Aunty Pol has a bur you know where...and it's because of the rain. SU is climbing the walls...making me nuts . The kitteh's are cranky and the only thing that makes me smile is : http://www.icanhascheezburger.com/
check it out.
Ciao
A soggy Aunty Pol
PS..sorry about the rant..but it's raining again. And I am tired of the wet.I'm likely to be cranky till the weather clears up, or the Ark arrives....so I will make you a deal..." Don't like it ? Don't read it ."
Nuff said.
I am sorry if I appear cranky here...and yes , I am , but dagnabbit..enough. Andy no longer meows, he does a credible imitation of the AFLAC duck. My yard is a bog, it's drowning the garden, and the only winners here are the hydrangeas. At this rate, it will be November before the Moron can build the deck, assuming that all goes well for him medically. Dunno know yet on that one, and still kepping fingers crossed for the father in law and his carcinoma .
Sigh.
At least the crazy cajun and his spouse and the yakers ( my white water thrill monkeys ) are able to come over for a small dinner party this Saturday. They are all the crew that we hang with and really are the best sort of friends.......seen you amid the best and worst, love ya in spite of it , the friends you hang on to for dear life . My late parents had friends like that ..the Smitters, the Lowrys, Carl and Elaine Liddel ( before the divorce that is) . John and Betsy Ostereicher...these are the friends we rely on, the honest ones, and I am grateful to them . My gal pal in Washington state and her hubby also fall into this catagory, and I bless them every day. I have learned the diifference between true friends and those who are just there because their sense of superiority needs a re-charge. When people get judgemental, my usual response is " Pick a finger". Rude ..you bet..do I care ...f dat and them . I really don't give a rat's a** anymore....deal with it. I am happy with the people I hang with and those who are basically just good folk..no better, no worse, just as they are. And believe it or not, other than this bit - o - rant, I am generally a pretty happy person, all things considered. Must be middle age. LMAO.
So kids..be warned,....Aunty Pol has a bur you know where...and it's because of the rain. SU is climbing the walls...making me nuts . The kitteh's are cranky and the only thing that makes me smile is : http://www.icanhascheezburger.com/
check it out.
Ciao
A soggy Aunty Pol
PS..sorry about the rant..but it's raining again. And I am tired of the wet.I'm likely to be cranky till the weather clears up, or the Ark arrives....so I will make you a deal..." Don't like it ? Don't read it ."
Nuff said.
Friday, July 06, 2007
Why....?????????????
1. Why Does Sam's Club only have 2 , maybe 3 checkers open after 6:30 p.m. ? Monday through Friday it's the same damn thing . If you are lucky and you make a list and stick to it, you will spend more time in an overheated insane asylum, complete with yard apes running AMOK in FRIGGAN line than the time you spent to fill up the buggy...( basket or cart to the Yankee's) .
Why ?
Why ?
I am at the point of not going there, except that we save enough for cleaning supplies alone that I really have no other option. Usually I make SU go..but there are times like last night where I needed to look at the price of a couple of things....like pork chops. My mother had a pork chop recipe that SU and my late father loved. I make it a lot but if you've seen the price of pre-cut chops you will understand that I buy a pork loin and we cut it up . The angst is the line. Jeebus..even SU recognizes when I am so overheated that the back of my neck is dripping as I stand and politely wait. I hate you Sam Walton, I really do. DEAL.
I am too tired to write more.
Blessed Be.
Ciao,
Aunty Pol
Why ?
Why ?
I am at the point of not going there, except that we save enough for cleaning supplies alone that I really have no other option. Usually I make SU go..but there are times like last night where I needed to look at the price of a couple of things....like pork chops. My mother had a pork chop recipe that SU and my late father loved. I make it a lot but if you've seen the price of pre-cut chops you will understand that I buy a pork loin and we cut it up . The angst is the line. Jeebus..even SU recognizes when I am so overheated that the back of my neck is dripping as I stand and politely wait. I hate you Sam Walton, I really do. DEAL.
I am too tired to write more.
Blessed Be.
Ciao,
Aunty Pol
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