E. Early Easter fun.

Husband came up with the pictures, I did the captions... (And yeah, we are having entirely too much fun with this...)

I wuv my kitty...

This is why no one messes with the Easter Bunny...

Mommy, he hurt my liddle feelings...

(And since Blogger is being a jerk, my post for tomorrow is up a day early. Sorry 'bout that...)

I am just sooo... Dial tone. I got nothin'.

I woke up today just ready to go back to bed.  I won't bore you with the details, but let's just say 4 hours of sleep isn't enough.  Especially when it's broken up by needing to stand and stretch a hamstring...

Sigh.

So I will delight and amaze you with this Thursday Thunks that I thought was interesting.

1. Would you try a dog food flavored jelly bean? What about skunk spray or vomit flavored?


I actually tried a dog biscuit once, just 'cuz.  Long story short, I can't see why the dogs like them.  Eh.  So, probably not.  Definitely not if it was a wet food flavor.  (Since they come in flavors like liver, that doesn't improve matters. EEEEEW.)  Skunk spray.  Hmm.  I wouldn't try them, but I know a couple people I might be more than happy to give a big ol' bowl full to.  (With my luck, they'd love 'em.)  And for all the Harry Potter fans, there IS a vomit flavored one... Jelly Belly Company put out some screwy flavors, (Bernie Botts Beans) and that was one of them.  It doesn't necessarily taste like vomit to me, but it wasn't a pleasant one... It was however, better than the sardine flavored one.  (Which isn't saying much.)

I joke not. 
2. Are any keys on your keyboard worn off?

Not yet.  The J, K, and the E,R, and T  keys are getting there.  However my right click button is down to the plastic.  (I don't use the J key that much, all I can figure out is that it's the home key.  The F key isn't worn much.  The mysteries of my typing.  And having much, too much time on my hands to stare at a keyboard...)

3. Why are the lids on coffins nail/locked/sealed? Are we afraid they are going to get out?

Fear of Zombies? 
Making sure we don't fall out?

(Yes, Mom, I was thinking of the hospital stay with that comment!) 

I really don't know why, except that at one time there was a lot of grave robbing.  Maybe they are more fearful someone might get IN.  Does seem like an inconvenience for CSI guys when they have to exhume a body to prove foul play... ; )

4. True love. Define it.

A. When you go into surgery, and you wake up with your family around you asking if you are okay, before the nurse even knows you're conscious.

B. Husband taking you to the Tom Petty concert when he really doesn't give a hoot about Petty.

C. Allowing each other passions, goofiness and eccentricities that make them a more unique person.  Especially when it involves animals, funny costumes, rock stars, gardening or conversely, large, highly technical machinery and boats.  Just sayin'...
5. Where is the strangest place you are ever fallen asleep?

On a bus going to Missouri, waking up to hear the bus driver and a blind passenger discussing Soul music.  Then hearing the blind passenger sing "Three Blind Mice".  (And everyone in the front 6 rows cracking up.)
6. A doctor walks up to you and says "I will change anything you want... big or small... doesn't matter how much it costs, I'll do it for free!". What do you have him fix or change on your body?

Since I don't like surgery, this is a harder one to answer.  But I suppose... Getting rid of some of my scars.  Or a "tummy tuck".  I think that's what it's called, making the poochy part of my belly not so poochy.  But I would really not want to go through it, so I would more than likely smile and ask said doc to offer it to someone else...
7. The last picture you took - share it.

Oddly enough, it was the picture for my blog photo, of BTK.  (I am still working on Bunny Ears for his Easter photo.  Husband is mildly amused at this...  Can't imagine why...)

 

8. Blue or black ink. Your preference?

Never really thought about it.  I prefer pencil, oddly enough, but probably black ink.  But I really figure if the pen works, I am happy...
9. You are walking down the sidewalk on a city street and you see a little girl, about 3 or 4 years old, she asks you if you can tie her shoe for her. What do you do?

I would first look to see where Mom, Dad or other Significant Caretaker was.  I would then see what was up with the shoelace, and tie or fix, asking where Mom, Dad, or other Significant Caretaker was, see if she knew her phone number, and then probably call the police, to make sure she wasn't out by herself any longer.  (Staying with her, of course.)
10. What channel numbers are ABC, NBC, CBS and FOX for you?

Lessee.  2, 8, 6, and 12/49 respectively.  (And right now I can't get 12, so I am going through Perry Mason withdrawal at the moment...)
11. Did/do you have any marriage deal breakers?

I had one boyfriend that informed me that we would have "at least 4 kids."  I told him that I wanted to finish school, he thought that was all right, but we'd have kids right after I got out.  He then mentioned I would probably have to put off getting a job while I was pregnant.  That was what his mom did.

IZZAT SO? 

Same boyfriend also didn't think I should make noise when I drove. "You are to be quiet, do not talk, do not make noise."  And since I was pissed at this beyond words very passive aggressive, I made a point of making noises like laying rubber when I took off, and screeching when I went around corners.  He tsked and scowled at me a lot for that. 

The topper was that he was nearly helpless, but didn't like me working on his car.  I am not talking a rebuild here folks, he was embarrassed when I and my Dad fixed a headlight that he'd had aligned wrong.  (He didn't know how, and had someone at a gas station do it. Wrong...)  I guess I should have let him shine the light at the tree tops, but thought perhaps he'd prefer actually lighting the road. 

He was an okay guy, I guess, but he showed his true colors when he broke up with me, which I won't go into, but let's just say he was NOT the answer to Question #4. 

So, I think I have now used up all the vim and vigor one very strong cup of caffeinated tea can give me.  I will now return to using one brain cell at a time.

Good day!

Getting back to posting...

I took a bit of time off.  I had family that was coming out to our house (to see the cat).  That stupid cat has a better social life than most PEOPLE that I know!  So I spent some time making sure the house was presentable, we had enough seats.  (This is something I have to do.  A flat surface, such as the area beside me on the couch, becomes a makeshift knitting table with amazing swiftness.)  Then making sure that it was as baby safe as I could make it. (Family brought... I think she is two years old, and she is a wonderful little umpty umpth cousin to me...) 

And I have changed my blog icon to reflect the cougar that seems to want all the attention.  I am going to try and get photos on the sides of my animals, so no one forgets old Tux, but I figure, with that cat, I can decorate for the holidays and such.  (Now how am I going to get rabbit ears on that thing?)

So, that was taken care of, and now that I am finally, but finally over that cold, (I had a nagging cough for over two weeks!), I went back to my spinning class.  Then some catch up on all the 'stuff' that I needed.  Let's just say, I am glad llamas and chickens eat more or less the same food, as I was feeding everyone the same thing for a day or two until I could get to the feed store.  I suppose I could have asked Husband, but he is busy with work, so I figured,well, cracked corn seems to fill up everyone.  And with the llamas being somewhat sloppy eaters, it gives the chickens "leftovers"...  (Re reading this, I might mention that Husband and Rudee did NOT have to eat cracked corn.  Though Rudee would, if I would let him...)

Fixed the fence.  You will notice there is no picture.  I did a hideous job that I am not proud of, but it does keep Rudee from going into the neighbor's field.  It did not, however, keep that little PITA dog of the neighbors for managing to nose UNDER the thing again, so I am going to get land mines heavy fencing, and some hog rings, and see if I can defeat the little monster that way. 

This is becoming personal...

I came home to the smell of fir trees.  I wondered what that was all about, when Husband told me we had a load of chips delivered from the power company.  In this area, if you let the company know that you would be willing to take them, they will give you the chips from clearing the right of way. (Otherwise they have to take it to the dump and pay for it.)  This is mostly pine, fir, and occasional other stuff.  But mostly fir, it smells like, this round.  We want to put a bunch of it on some of the sinking areas where the llamas walk from the back field to the front.  Also, my chicken yard could use a good going over, since the rainy season has floated away a lot of our work, leaving a mud ball out in front...

I am knitting a baby blanket.  I said it was a baby boy's blanket, as I am making it in blue with a "diamond plate" pattern.  Well, Husband disagrees, saying that the diamonds are all connected, and big. Diamond plate is tiny, and not connected.  Hmph.  Well, just so happens, I have a pattern for small, non-connected solid diamonds.  The gauntlet has been dropped, and so I know what I will be working on NEXT blanket! 

Speaking of Husband. You remember, the guy who doesn't like cats?  He was so disappointed, he'd tried to get me a Maine Coon, ahem, for ME, that someone was getting rid of on Craig's List. 

He hates cats.  My Aunt Fanny, he hates cats...

And I said that I would get some pictures of the tree that fell?  Here is the root ball. I can't reach the top well, so it's a bit tall taller than 8 feet (about 2.5 meters).

And the tree itself? I am guessing 30 to 40 feet or more (9 to 12 meters), probably more.  It knocked down a smaller tree nearby.  But, again, no one hurt, no fences down.  No llamas squished.  And we will have more firewood.  I guess it's all good.  So far. 

But I am not hauling firewood yet, mid August, either...