Tuesday, April 29, 2008

Bravo! She's At The Bottom Of The Bottle

Rickety Split!

Not too long ago I made a request for a little red wagon. I grocery shop during the day when Honey is at work, and getting everything from the car and into the house is exhausting and also hurts my back. I had back surgery a few years ago and for the first few years it was great, but as I get older I get periodic back aches, a wagon wold work perfectly. I could pile everything (especially 12 packs of soda which we buy 4 or more of a time and huge bags of dog food) into the wagon and take it up the driveway into the house. I had even threatened to pull the car up to the door once or twice. Honey then explained that I would run over a sprinkler head or two. And those aren't cheap and he hates replacing them.

Yesterday as I was turning into our subdivision I noticed how serene the park and lake looked. I would love to take my dogs on the pathway along the lake. But we have a doberman and a beagle. The beagle is not only smaller, he is old and slow. The doberman is fast, younger and strong. Not good dogs for walking together, plus they are house dogs and get let out back where it is fenced in. Honey has to scoop poop and toss it over the back fence into the canal. So one tends to go one way the other goes off the other way. They really aren't leash trained. But since I moved in, the beagle no longer stands on the dining room table, the doberman doesn't eat the furniture. They have a stay at home mom who believes in discipline. Honey not so much.

That's when it his me, they have pedicabs, rickshaws, bike rickshaws, alsakan bobsleds (no snow here so I'm not going to turn my attention on them just yet) get the point.What I need to do is to get a harness and put the beagle in the wagon and have the doberman pull the wagon.

So basically it all starts with one little red wagon with a ton of uses. Like getting groceries in the house, getting exercise and fresh air for the dogs and me, and I'll even let honey use it in the garden if he promises not to put compost from the compost tumbler into the wagon.

Anything but the compost. Rats live in the tumbler! If I wasn't so scared of them I would rock their world by spinning the sit out of the tumbler, but it has a hole that they pop in and out of , it's the hole where you get the "juice" I won't go within 5 feet of the tumbler.

I can do this I think, but I'm gonna have to do it covertly at first. Honey thinks I'm off my rocker. anyhow, I'm off to search for a kit for the harness and wagon. God, I love the internet. It's the place where dreams come true.

Monday, April 28, 2008

I Love My Kitty

It's hard to be lonely with her on her couch. Her couch is on my desk. All I have to do is reach out and feel her silky fur. She wraps her monkey tail around my fingers. She also is very helpful in picking music or handing me blank discs

Friday, April 25, 2008

No Zoom Zoom Zoom

**update from previous post**
An IM conversation with Mom

TTQ: I want a Vespa for here in town

MissE: No way. No more accidents.

TTQ: How did I know you were going to say that? I didn't even run it by Honey, he would have shot it down right away

MissE: We will protect you from yourself.

Zoom Zoom Zoom

I would love to get this Vespa, actually it doesn't have to be this Gap designed one. I would like one just to tool around town on pretty days whatever the color is. Saves gas and it would be fun .A regular Vespa runs 3200.00, this "designer" Vespa Splash? Just shy of 6,000

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Thursday, April 24, 2008

When You Are Feeling Blue

Maybe you just need a little pick me up.

Tuesday, April 22, 2008

If You Had A Head Like Mine..

It would hurt too. I've had the longest migraine in the history of migraines. It started over a week ago and it keeps going and going. I can't keep my migraine medicine down, and the preventative medicine is dropping my blood pressure so low, I've been close to passing out a few times. Like while cooking dinner. Basically, I'm useless right about now. meh.

Friday, April 18, 2008

Where The Hell Am I?

It's Friday? How can it be Friday? It was just Tuesday. I've had plenty to say on YOUR blogs but nothing to say on my blog. The ebay thing isn't going to well. Which is ok, now I don't have to go to the post office. I tried to go on the 15th forgetting it was tax deadline day. What a freaking mess. And all I wanted to do was to have something weighed and to know the postage cost. I never did find out, I wasn't going to stand in that line and park a block away just for that.

I'm slacking on booking a hotel room for Honey's birthday, we have tickets to see Eric Clapton in Tampa and we want to stay two nights so we can eat lots of yummy Cuban food and hit a few Cigar Shops. Has anyone ever used Hotwire? It scares me that you don't find out the hotel until after you book and there are no refunds. At least on they tell you the name and have pictures and reviews.

Tuesday, April 15, 2008

Babyfred Needs Some New Clothes!!

I told her once, I told her twice..Baby, you need to save your money. Now she can't afford to go on a cruise for her Grandma's 70th birthday. She also wants to take her Uncle Fletch (our beagle) for allergy testing. So she has raided Mommy's (me) present box where mommy buys stuff year round to give as gifts. So with my permisson she has started listing stuff on Ebay

To visit her items go here: Babyfred Rocks

Friday, April 11, 2008

Let it go

I am so cranky I can't stand being around myself. I think it had something to do with going to Wal-mart. I hate Wal-mart. I hate Wal-mart. I hate Wal-mart. The cashier was a bitch and packed everything wrong. I had it all neat on the belt, like I wanted it packed. She must have been absent on bag packing day at Wal-mart College.

Wednesday, April 09, 2008

Why? What's the Problem?

I looked up sperm on eBay today. What a crock! There is no actual sperm for sale. Just a bunch of male virility products and gag items. I don't want to buy sperm, I wanted to get a idea of how much Honey's sperm is worth. It's not like we are using it, I hate to see it all go to waste. I told him it would be just like playing skee ball, you aim for the little cup and fire! I'm sure there would be plenty of women willing to pay for an ex-pro ballplayers sperm. He's tall, got great legs, a hell of a pitch and big brown puppy dog eyes. Shoe size 14 and 1/2wide.
Guaranteed fresh and made to order.

Friday, April 04, 2008

Double Dog Dare You

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I think I just threw up a little. I can't think of a more heinous day. Only if you hate your Mother would you subject to this.

Thursday, April 03, 2008


quiet time.

Wednesday, April 02, 2008


Try and get in my house..Don't be fooled by the pink collar, he's a bad ass.

Tuesday, April 01, 2008


I feel pretty Oh so pretty I feel pretty and witty and gay And I pity Any girl who isn't me today I feel charming Oh so charming It's alarming how charming I feel And so pretty That I hardly can believe I'm real See the pretty girl in that mirror there?Who can that attractive girl be?Such a pretty face Such a pretty dress Such a pretty smile Such a pretty me!I feel stunning And entrancing Feel like running And dancing for joyFor I'm loved By a pretty wonderful boy (GIRLS)Have you met my good friend Maria The craziest girl on the block? You'll know her the minute you see her She's the one who is in an advanced state of shock She thinks she's in love She thinks she's in Spain She isn't in love She's merely insaneIt must be the heat Or some rare disease Or too much to eat Or maybe it's fleas Keep away from her (Send for Chino)This is not the Maria we know Modest and pure Polite and refined Well-bred and mature And out of her mind !Miss America, Miss America, speech! Miss America, bravo, speech! (MARIA) I feel pretty Oh so pretty That the city should give me its key A committee Should be organized to honour me I feel dizzy I feel sunny I feel fizzy and funny and fine And so pretty Miss America can just resign See the pretty girl in that mirror there (What mirror, where?) Who can that attractive girl be? (Which, what, where, whom?) Such a pretty face Such a pretty dress Such a pretty smile Such a pretty me! (MARIA & GIRLS)I feel stunning And entrancing Feel like running and dancing for joy For I'm loved By a pretty wonderful boy

Popinjay. *A vain or conceited person, one given to pretentious displays.