Pic's and a Post

This is the Granpuppy cooling down in the stream.

This is Mom's Aussie Terrior. He is just the sweetest boy even though he is like a Tazmanian Devil from the old cartoons. Always in a whirl.

The Airedale who greets me because I'm a different face rather than because he likes me. To him, I'm the dog sitter and I should know my station.


And this is the sister to the Granpuppy. See what I mean about their faces. She and the Granpuppy just kill me when they look up.

Hopefully I will find the picture of the Chihuahua. It's somewhere in this plastic box called a 'puter'

Off the Lenord Cohen Festival tonight with a play called "The New Step" written by the man. Even though it was written in the 60's it deals with beauty and being comfortable in your own skin. The message is more important now than ever so to be a little bit apart of it, has been a real trip. The Director is amzing at her blocking (the actions of the actors) and I am learning all I can from her. What I really like about working with her, is she is very disciplined in her approach towards a production. And I respect that as I am not as disciplined nor am I as professional. I'm the type that keeps the "Community" in community theatre. But then I think I might be good for the Director. I can get her to smile a genuine smile. I can't wait

Hopefully Hubby will be able to take me (the man put in fence posts yesterday and he is a hurtin' unit today) if not then I'll just have to suffer without him. Oh well. It could be worse, they could be feeding us.

Its a Nice Day!

Its going to be a georgeous day outside once these clouds pass overhead. Hubby is sleeping in, dogs are lazing and I have the coffee all to myself. I can hear the fishpond from the open window as birds twitter and chirp. Its a lovely morning. It feels like its going to be a really nice day to be in the yard. I love days like today.

I'm heading to Mom's in a bit for a cup of coffee. I'm rescuing her from doing too much work. (She had a full nights sleep and instead of enjoying it the woman is working it off)If the situation is bad enough, I may have to call Artist for reinforcement.

It's hell for the first ten minutes as I make sure I greet all the dogs individually so none of them feel ingnored by me. (Mom has a new puppy and she is absolutely to die for cute) Mom's little Chihuahua has only one eye so I have to be really careful with her. But she was there for me when I needed to hold a Chihuahua when mine passed. We have a little bond. Then there is the Australian Terrier who I just adore. He is so full of spit and vinegar he makes you laugh but then he is the sweetest boy with my old Beagle. He wormed his way into my heart like no other. Mom's Airedale could really careless about me. He likes me well enough as I'm the dog sitter and all but really I get the same greeting from him as well the Fed-Ex guy. Then there is the one who has really stolen my heart. She is a Pekenese with a smidgen of Shitz Chu and has a face to die for with a personality that tugs at the heartstrings. I'm hoping to get some shots today for the blog.

Well, a dark figure has emerged from the depth of the black hole called our bedroom. He is grunting and demanding caffeine, its a rather scary sight. Kinda like a zombie movie only I married the zombie instead of running away like normal folks do. Good thing that man loves me. After all, I did get him his morning coffee after the third grunt.

Rainy Day Blues

Today is rainy. It has been rainy for the last little while but I have still managed to put in some pond time. Hubby and I attacked the yard yesterday...Okay so he attacked and I put in a couple of really good pot shots. We ended the day with kicking around a ball to each other. We tried inticing the dogs to play but they looked at us like we were nuts. The Chihuahua tried once but decided he didn't like the rules of the game. What was kinda wierd was, Artist and I had been talking sports. The only one I loved to play (and actually could with some half ass skill) was Soccer/Football.

Its been an interesting weekend. Two sets of friends announced their nuptuals and Daughter broke up with her fellow. I was hurting for her, him, and the whole crappy scenerio knowing there wasn't a thing I could do. As she was telling me, I found myself wishing back to when a hug and cookie could help mend a broken heart. (For years my ex disappointed her. To the point of when he told her something she wouldn't believe him.)

But a hug and cookie aren't the bandages her wounded heart needs. She needs a shoulder and an ear to listen but sometimes I know its not me she wants. I think sometimes I am the last person she wants. Understandably if we could rewind back into the past and view certain aspects of the relationship. (Like my behavior and attitudes.) (It must be hard for a kid when the parents grow up after she did) I think the hardest part of mending relationships is the trust factor. I don't care what kind of relationship we are talking, when the trust is gone, the foundation weakens and sometimes it can crumble under the pressure of the load of stress. Sometimes it can be repaired and rebuilt. I'm hoping for that. I've been asking the Creator but I'm not sure their listening. But then I feel selfish, because deep down I feel I don't deserve her forgiveness so I drop the matter, keep floundering along, being thankful for what I have and hope that somewhere along the path things will come together.

Lord I need another pot of coffee. This is going to be one of those days.

Coffee Break

I was standing in line at the grocery store after picking up apple cider vinegar and a few other things. I looked at the large heavy jug and noticed something on it that I hadn't seen before. Written on the label are the words;

"Ideal for food"

After reading it out loud, I turned to my mom and cashier and said "Good to know 'cause I was going to use it for cleaning my engine." Just encase I want to have a salad its good to know the apple cider vinegar is ideal for food. Personally, I have never seen apple cider vinegar with the automotive cleaners in the car section but then I haven't been in all the stores. so in case any of you were worried, go ahead and use the apple cider vinegar.

That's as bad as "Tastes just like take out." I could go on but I am doing laundry and eventually something will have to go out on the line. The sun is only out for so many hours.

I am so thankful that the majority of the little eye balls are gone. It was a pretty slow weekend but I managed to get rid of a 12 place china set, vhs movies went like hotcakes but unfortunately I am still stuck with a panther lamp. This thing is big, heavy, black and ugly but according to some men (Not naming any one's Hubby Artist) there is something attractive about it...no matter the angle I just can't see it. Maybe the rear end as it is leaving would be a lovely sight but no such luck.

Its definitely fishpond weather. I am getting in as much time as possible. Last year we couldn't enjoy it as the weather was cold and dismal. I think I've put more time in at the fishpond this year the last three days than all of last year put together. And Artist and I tried to persevere but mosquitoes drove us in every time. But this year is a totally different story.

I had better make sure there is fresh coffee on. The fish are calling for Artist to make her way down. They are very quiet but Artist has a sixth sense when it comes to the pond.