Well that is a fine how do you do

I worked very hard on our bedroom......Spent the better part of 5 hours there....Opened up windows, yes while it was raining....Hook the shop vac and sucked up every last speck of dirt, dust and bugs ( alive & dead ) !!!!!

Anyway I was bored and turned on the radio while I worked away.... The very radio that is HIS alarm clock...I thought nothing of this. I was unaware of the fact that once you flip the goonie goo goo that the damn thing was set.....Oblivious to this I pushed the sleep button and on came music......I finished went to feed and then watched t.v......for an hour....Meanwhile the evil alarm clock was plotting my early morning demise......

There are few people who are brave enough to seek me out in the morning prior to my cup of java.....Poor animals.....The rath, the horror ...............

Okay I go to bed read the first chapter of a book and turn out light still delightfully unaware.... I fall to sleep and awake at 3 am to the rain pelting the house...I am then JOLTED OUT OF BED!!!! By what you might wonder? The damn alarm.....And HE DID NOT SET IT..........HE WASN'T EVEN HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!! I affix myself to try and reach the evil music ....Pushing buttons.....NOTHING....... Still the music goes on loud ( as I had to hear it over the shop vac) so now I am awake and tired and SOMEONE has invaded my space.....DJ'S...yucko at 6am!!! How anyone wakes up to that I'll never know.....

Coffee pot has had some evil plan that was plotted with the evil alarm......It did not work and I had what resembled a thick black gunk..........I will feed the herd and then go get a mocha breva as my revenge for all the chaos......

spring has sprung

 

Why the devil does not live here

Well the fact that it rains so damn much is why!

I am now fed up beyond fed up of the evil rain....
Why?????? I am certain that I will begin to mold if we stay here much longer.....
I was up at 4 am hearing the rain pelt the house....
I look out bedroom window and there I see one wet miserable horse cursing me....
I'm sorry Jezzy mommy & daddy will take you home.......
I can't return to sleep and I mutter under my breath about the coffee not ready yet....
The grey is making me nuts, I managed to mow lawn in the small 4 hours of no rain yesterday and scrambled for tarp to cover newly stained garden shed......
So I will be able to get the inside ready for the visit from hubby.....
The mole the size of my thumb was a cute find...I had heard Slinky and went to investigate the noise and found this.....Saving his treat for later.....
The horses are new across the street and the Alpacas are keeping an eye on them....
Well it is time to get the feed to wet horses and my sorry butt moving.....
Have a good dry day if possible............

the week ahead or is it back

life is normal , a bit crazy and a bit fun ....... The other life i dream of is far off and i am certain someone else is living it...gee, i hope they are having fun.....

If it is going to rain I say eat chocolate cake

Well it is raining STILL not just again but still.....How am I too get those plants planted, unlike other washingtonians I NOW refuse to go out......My R.A. and the upper chest thing makes me not go....Years ago it would not have stopped me....So last night I was craving chocolate cake ( yes with frosting) so I had planned on feeding then going to store for some sorta of snack cake....i.e. Ding dong or something else.....But I am tired and really do not want to drive in the rain and all those people...So I checked for cake making stuff....Eggs, yep...Flour, yep....Vanilla sugar, yep...Soda, baking powder, chocolate, salt & butter...I have all I need....I heat up oven and haul out bowl to mix it all up... Now I will never eat a whole cake so I plan on only making half.... This is where the trouble started... Now I am tired and am a little ditzy...... But I do continue.....Half the flour, half the sugar, butter & the rest....All is going fine and I use the time while it is in the oven on the ab lounger ...I figure I will work off what I am about to eat..So I do my thing... Sometime later I check half cake ( 9x9) pan and leave it just a tad longer....I make the bed and put the cans in the recycle and feed the cats..Cake is done and the liver for buluga goes in.....I watch antiques road show and let cake cool....I then make the frosting...Yes chocolate!!!!!!! I cut a slice and frost the cake..... Now I am very tired and all I want is a cup of coffee with the cake.....No!!!! Resist.... I make coffee for the morning and a sniff of the freshly ground beans satisfies me for the moment.... The cake is good and moist....The butter cream chocolate frosting is okay......I had beat it by hand so it was not the fluffy mass I would enjoy....But it was all about the chocolate.....My punishment for all this.....

a sore tummy ( too many crunches)
migrain from too much chocolate & rain

Now several folks who know me
KNOW THAT I WILL EAT CHOCOLATE CAKE FOR BREAKFAST
yummo with my beloved coffee.....
and yes i know what will happen after but hell the head is already pounding so why not?

easter island

what the statues of easter island would have looked like if frances albert bondo had been there.

Report from hubby a.k.a. Mr. Grumpy pants

So this morning I was awoken by my quirky bride, henceforth known by the name of gombalina (goon fairy for those of you who are unfamiliar with the term), to the Frances Albert Bondo rendition of rawhide, complete with post comments by Mr. Bondo himself. now this was a gutsy move by my little gomba as, there are only two possible reactions that she can expect from Mr. grumpy pants, either i will crack up laughing, which is usually the case, or i'll come snapping and snarling out of bed like a rabid hyena with real bad case of genital chafing. Fortunately the birds were singing, the sun was shining, and my dream of slaying the evil old shed was over. Besides, who could be cranky after being awoken by a song about dusty, dirty men wearing full brim hats and chaps and six guns and stuff like that. i can just smell the sweaty horses and the bovine flatulence, it brings me back to my youth, like comfort food. As one can see from the enclosed pic, my gombalina is aptly named, note the expression of ponderment at being stuck in the door by her head gear and the fact that the bubble on said head gear is almost a full bubble off. aah --- she may be challanged, but she sure is cute, and she grants wishes too. I'am a lucky man, having my own gombalina, never a dull moment.

and the answer is......

 

 

Making Mr. Grumpy pants laugh

Well I just could not help myself, Mr. G.P. Was growling and I seeing my opportunity to make him laugh took complete advantage of the tools at hand.....Mind you we are ( according to hubby) past our finish date on garden shed.....

So I being me....hahaha....Saw the 4 foot level.....Put it on my head and said......" You see honey, I can be level headed " .....
he being him DID NOT LAUGH......I being me told him..." That was funny, you HAVE to laugh" ........He did a few moments later, but by that time it was too late.....I was determined to MAKE HIM LAUGH.......Me and my anticis can make hubby either laugh or annoy him....It is risky to chance it, but I being me do it because the option of NOT doing something about the growling sends him the message that it is okay "TO BE THAT SERIOUS" which it is not.......Life is pretty short......Go for it or get out of the way I say.....So I being me went for it....I left the reindeer antlers inside so I resorted to tools, ect.....I am sure
it was much funnier for me than him......At least ONE OF US HAD A GOOD TIME....I am sorry it was at his expense that it was...Or maybe not.........WELL HE DID FINALLY LAUGH....... Not near as hard as I wanted him too.....I'll try harder today...

Oh and by the way his 4-6 weeks off, ends this day....No, you are all right it has not been six weeks .....Things change and one must adjust.....I am not certain if hubby could take 6 weeks of my tom foolery anyway.....Poor guy has to go to work to get back too that serious stuff......