2009 .....won out. I am at 103 now. two so far over 2008. and no we are not talking about weight...the numbers would have had to have been reversed....but lets not go there.
so what's for dinner???? wait i don't want to talk about food either. the popcorn i am choking on is satisfying for the moment.
okay. where have you been lately? hmmmm. i have been right here. never often outside of my 10-mi radius. boring. whatever happened to those days when we just packed up the kids and took off. oh wait. that what when i was the kid. those were fun road trips. they always started with someone in the back seat yelling, "Are we there yet?????" to which the grown ups always answered, "no, lay down and take a nap, we'll be there when you wake up." Can't say that always worked, but more often than not sleeping did make the trip go faster. I guess it was the company.
how about carpet beating? anyone ever heard of that? back in "those days" when brother D was really young.....ummmm that would be the big brother cause all my brothers were D's....so was my Dad a D...get it...haha....when we lived in germany the first little place we set up house in was built into the side of a hill. the only window it had in it was a sky light. up top...it was just a green grassy hill with a clothesline. the woman that owned the place would take her carpets up there, hang them on the line and whack the crap out of them (literally) with a carpet beater. it looked like a big really stiff wicker fly swatter. she's whack those carpets till there wasn't an ounce of dust left in them. quite an art, actually. since i don't have a "real" vacuum cleaner, you know one that actually SUCKS it own weight, i think i am going to rig a carpet whacking station. i have area rugs..and probably add more as time progresses.....something to think about. if you have one, share you design!
there was a cat that lived in that same house. not ours...it belonged to the carpet-whacking land-lady. she made her cats stay out side. but this ol' cat took a likin' to my mom and every morning he/she/it would deliver a huge dead rat to the doorstep of our house, thanking mom for the food she would put out. yuck. that was rather nasty. but it is the thought that counts.
im thinkin' its time to get a dog. i just haven't made up my mind...or mr. p's. i wonder if there is some kind of rental agency where you can rent the dog durin the day,,,,,maybe provide food, maybe the deal would be that it comes with it's own food, but you can spend the day pretending like its your dog but not have any responsibility for it,,,,just to love it and/or brag about it. you know bragging right is half the fun of dog ownership. just think, you could try out a variety of dogs and find the one that is just for you. and it would give some relationship opportunities to the dogs....maybe a bunch of pound puppies...rotated though various homes. think about that one for a while
dang. it is almost 930. my eyelids are shutting down for the evening. i guess i better call it a night. besides its getting cold in here and i don't want to turn on the heater.
g'nite. sleep tight.
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5 comments:
Geez Geo, you lost me. Two past what? And what carpet beater and what cave with a skylight did you live in? Was I there? Are you really my sista? Where was that? Get some extra sleep tonight!
well lets see,,,you would never know of a carpet beater because when someone said "work" or "clean" you would take off and be excused from your boy chores without question. and the cave we lived in you cant remember because it fell out of you head. that happens with age. i am glad i remembered it now because in say, 5 years i probably wouldn't be able to tell the story. i am your sista, but i still think there is confusion over our relatives. ummm what did you say your name is?
you can be a foster dog parent for the spca... that's a great idea!
I love the idea of the rent-a-dog and the carpet beating stuff cracks me up!
I get it now. Beat the carpet with a rental dog!
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