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9:44 am on April 28th, 2013
Gooood morning everyone! Thor, know how that “image didn’t upload” goes š Spence traveling, no Chetspeak…Chet must be napping?
Wild, blustery, boomy day, night and morning here. Hope Spring is favoring someone:)
9:49 am on April 28th, 2013
Oh oh. Mr Rio will not be happy this morning.
Wonder where Spence is traveling today. Did he tell us on Facebookie?
Barb is a happy camper this morning. Her garden beds got filled yesterday and she was out there at 6:30 a.m. playing around. We had to adapt the plans, as we ran out of dirt when the second bed was half full. Barb doesn’t want to be any more demanding of Josh’s time this spring, so that bed will remain at 12″ high for this season. Next year we will add the 2×10 and order more dirt, making it 22″ tall.
Running to Menards for an umbrella stand and to get the L.P. tank filled for the new grill. BBL
9:58 am on April 28th, 2013
Happy Egg Day! We here have been very busy, as Spring has sprung with a vengeance. We had to keep track of the ‘rents all over the place weeding beds, and we had to keep track of the guy who was working on leveling out a big area for the chicken coop and run. Then we had to keep our eye on the guy who is going to rebuild the stone wall and take out our great mulch area where we dig our own beds before our hammocks are put out in the Spring. We are hoping for some fun stuff today, like hikes, trail rides, or something. But it’s sounding doubtful because there is talk of more weeding and then mulching. Such is the sad, tiring life of farm huskies.
10:08 am on April 28th, 2013
You Farm Huskies, it’s all work and no play for you poor things.
10:15 am on April 28th, 2013
RIO! Sorry about the Rockies. Please run and check your SDD as fast as a pug looking for Mr. Redbone’s shine.
10:32 am on April 28th, 2013
Thanks for understanding, Sammie. What we need is a vacation up in ski country where working dogs can relax and enjoy the good life.
Oh no! They are putting on those wretched gardening hand covers again! We’re outa here.
10:34 am on April 28th, 2013
Morning Everyone. Is it a Good One?
Rainy, drizzly, wet. No Chetspeak.
You tell me.
10:36 am on April 28th, 2013
Wonder where Spence is traveling.
Good morning all.
10:43 am on April 28th, 2013
Unlike “soil” which is both noun and verb, “dirt” is only a noun. Perhaps that’s because “dirty” is not only an adjective but also a verb. Also, “herb” is derived from Old French “erbe” from Latin “herba” which is also where we get “herbaceous” and that “h” is pronounced. Yikes.
“Brachycephalic” is based on two Greek words meaning short head. (I think Beau is adorable.)
SiberH: Thank you for wanting to help with my dirt-moving problem.
10:46 am on April 28th, 2013
I have to say that no woman could be independent without the feminists. Without the suffragettes (the first feminists), women would not even be able to vote. And you don’t want to get me started on the fable of “equal pay.”
11:36 am on April 28th, 2013
Bee – we believe in equal pay. Around here, no one gets a cookie unless EVERYONE gets a cookie. Of course, the females outnumber (and outrank) the males here. Me and Gilly and Callie vs Basil and Sage. But when it comes to duck jerky – everyone is an equal.
Don’t humans think that way?
11:37 am on April 28th, 2013
And what’s this caca about: equal work? Check it out at your house.
11:46 am on April 28th, 2013
Awww Bee – now we are disappointed. We always thought that “herbaceous” meant really great herbs. You know, like “bodacious”.
11:47 am on April 28th, 2013
Snicker . . I started a revolution at a bank when I told the other tellers (as I was quitting because at 6 months they were not paying me as much as a male who started the same time I did) how much I made.
There were women there who had been working for decades and I did not make my starting salary. That changed quickly, but I didn’t go back.
I am a feminist and proud of it. Seems to me the word has taken on a negative meaning.
11:48 am on April 28th, 2013
Wowser! Would ya’ll look at all these ginormous words flyin’ around here!
11:50 am on April 28th, 2013
Today I played in the compost. My compost WORKED! I am always amazed when something that I do in the garden works.
I did learn:
Do not put hay in the compost at the end of the summer in hopes it will dry up the compost. I do have a nice start on this year’s.
Peach pits do not break down. At least in the first year. In a dither about what to do with them.
Next?
Morning visitors.
11:55 am on April 28th, 2013
HOH and All,
Our morning visitors!
12:01 pm on April 28th, 2013
How’d they get to your house so fast. They were in our front yard yesterday!
12:13 pm on April 28th, 2013
“Feminist” has taken on a negative connotation by the younger generations of women who are ignorant of past inequalities and who benefit by all that the feminists accomplished. But you have to love the fact that they can take those accomplishments for granted. Hopefully those young women would fight if any of their freedoms were threatened.
12:13 pm on April 28th, 2013
HOH – Fed Ex
12:20 pm on April 28th, 2013
Klever kitties…precocious pussies…funny felines š
12:26 pm on April 28th, 2013
Can two turkeys count as a rafter of turkeys?
12:34 pm on April 28th, 2013
O’head in the barn, yes!
12:40 pm on April 28th, 2013
Just discovered that turkeys have large poop.
Not explaining any more.
1:11 pm on April 28th, 2013
Wowser, Melanie! You sure have the ability to bring things to a screetching halt!
1:21 pm on April 28th, 2013
Rose!…I checked my SDD and there was no Shine out there at all…sniff!…What kind of tricks are you playing anyways?…grunt!
1:39 pm on April 28th, 2013
Dear Melanie and BStover,
I am a feminist but it has been so long since then that I almost forgot. I remember sometime in the 90’s realizing that my nieces had many more choices than I did about what to do for a job, and being proud of that. I also remember being surprised that things had changed since the ERA bill did not pass.
Today women expect to be anything they want, but it sure wasn’t that way when I was in school.
Two of my nieces came over a little while ago and told me about a TV documentary called The Makers about the feminist movement. I watched it and remembered a lot of stuff I did that was tucked in the back of my brain.
One memeory that made me happy was remembering Maggie and I went on a bus trip to Chicago for the ERA march in 1980.
http://www.feminist.org/research/chronicles/fc1980.html
Maggie was a member of the Women’s International League for Peace and Freedom, started in 1915, and they sponsored the bus.
I am very proud of what we feminists have accomplished and yes, BStover, equal pay is still a long way from happening, dammit.
1:45 pm on April 28th, 2013
Good Afternoon, my Internet Literary Group. All this talk of gardens has me a bit lonesome for my old house. I sold it to move to ski country.
I miss my koi pond.
1:46 pm on April 28th, 2013
I miss the garden beds.
1:46 pm on April 28th, 2013
And I miss the flowers. I don’t miss all the work.
2:24 pm on April 28th, 2013
Beautiful pictures Mollypop’s Mom. (Gardening is back breaking and literally breath taking.)
Staff: I wish I had known Maggie.
It was much worse for women in the Nineteenth Century and earlier. (Ever heard of a scold’s bridle?) Also a woman could not get a degree for any professional job. There were women’s colleges at Oxford and Cambridge, for example, but those colleges could not give degrees until after World War I and they were not given “full status” until 1948. And then there was the entail system…but I’ll stop now.
2:28 pm on April 28th, 2013
Love the koi, and the gardens. We want some of those ferns and hostas. Barb loves hostas, and wants to plant some on the shady side of the house.
Time for a power nap before the family unit gets here.
2:34 pm on April 28th, 2013
Many of us have memories of that time and choices we made. I remember losing a job to a lesser qualified male, so I showed ’em…I quit. Decided that teaching (tho traditional) put a regular check in the account. Since I refused to waitress, secretary or nurse, thats what I did. Had lots of fun warping…er, challenging little minds. Never really wanted 2 legged pups, so got “steps” and that was an adventure. Prefer my little ones with fur, feathers and fins!
2:34 pm on April 28th, 2013
Good morning. It looks like on May 1st it is going to be 34 degrees and snowing (on top of the 2′ of snow already). The annual highway trash cleanup the first weekend in May has been postponed.
Mollypop’s Mom: wonderful photos
Staff: I remember an era of fewer choices and expectations. I remember years of working low-paying clerical/food service jobs while working my way through a couple of college degrees so that I could have a decent job and career (and be able to support myself). I must admit over the years I’ve had moments of envy & jealousy over the opportunities young people have these days. But probably mom felt the same way watching her daughters’ achievements.
3:00 pm on April 28th, 2013
Staff – back in the days when I was in jr high and high school, things were just starting to change. Girls were allowed to wear pants. We were no longer automatically forced to take home ec so we could learn the “womanly arts”. We were no longer discouraged from taking science or math elective courses. And when the guidance councilors talked to the girls about college, they were willing to consider more options than teaching elementary school or nursing.
Women like your mother paved a lot of roads. As a child that benefitted from their strength, I say a very respectful thanks.
3:07 pm on April 28th, 2013
Equal!…Rights for Pugs!…snort!…That’s what I stand for. “More in the Bowl – Less on the Leash”, is my motto…grunt!
3:08 pm on April 28th, 2013
Leash!…The less on the Leash part is actually gonna happen because my friend mysteriously hurt her left paw somehow and is gimping around here like she is in pain or sumthing…sniff!
3:25 pm on April 28th, 2013
Barb was reading one of the Betsy Tacy stories that were written in the 40’s and tells the story of girls growing up in the early 1900s. One of the little girls is building a fort along with her brother and B&T. The father says that maybe the young boy will grow up to be an architech like the father. The older sister says that she might too, want to grow up and design buildings. The father says “Nein, you will grow up to be a nice little housewife”. How things have changed, and it probably started with WWII when woman got a taste of earning their own money.
3:30 pm on April 28th, 2013
Hurrah for Maggie and my Mom and for those like them!
MollyPop’s Mom, I am envious of your once koi pond.
I had an above the ground koi pond when we lived north of Boston.
I had a wicked good time for several years. I stared with koi as big as my thumb. They grew to be ten inches long.
That’s when the raccon came and stayed for dinner.
3:33 pm on April 28th, 2013
Our mom says that she is most definitely a feminist and proud of it. Pop says he is too. We don’t understand why any self-respecting woman (or man) would not be a feminist.
Definition is one who is advocating social, political, legal, and economic rights for women equal to those of men.
Mom also remembers that when she was in high school, she had to decide which carreer to follow out of choices of: teacher, secretary, nurse, or nun. All except nuns were still only considered temporary until she could find a husband to support her. She chose secretary. Then when she was in 11th grade, she woke up and realized she didn’t have to be anybody’s secretary,because she could be the boss and have a secretary of her own. When she visited the guidance counselor for help, she was told that there was just one additional choice for her: she could join one of the armed services. Her own mom kept that from happening because, you see, while an 18 year old boy could enlist on his own, an 18-year old girl had to have her parents’ permission.
3:46 pm on April 28th, 2013
On an entirely different subject, when we were out and about yesterday, we met the sweetest little dog in a consignment shop — here name was Bisquit, and she was a golden retriever/basset hound mix. I may be going out on a limb here, but I’m guessing that it was dad that was the golden retriever.
3:51 pm on April 28th, 2013
Aunt MollysMom, your garden was beautiful. Although, I do not see enough red flowers for my taste. We had lots of nice red tulips mixed in our weeds here. They were delish.
3:52 pm on April 28th, 2013
Most of you probably know that the US Constitution was inspired by the tribal governments of the Iroquois people. The whole thing about one person/one vote and having elected representatives speak for their constituents….all that stuff is from the Long House laws.
Ben Franklin and Tomas Jefferson and their contemporaries spoke with tribal leaders to learn how this system worked, and then they based their document on what they learned.
EXCEPT
The tribal leaders that taught the founding fathers – well, they were WOMEN! They were the Clan Mothers, for you see, in Iroquois societies, WOMEN were in charge. Lineage was traced through the mother – because there wasn’t any deniability of who someone’s mother was. Women were the tribal leaders because they would THINK about the consequences of things, rather than let ego decide. Women were less likely to start a war that would endanger their husbands, sons and fathers if there was a better way to resolve the issue.
Unfortunately the founding fathers forgot all those parts of what they learned – after all, the Iroquois system of democracy had only worked for thousands of years….and Europeans had been subjugating women for at least that long.
Okay, getting off the soapbox now. But we will say that the smartest thing Mama ever did was marry a Mohawk who respects women.
3:56 pm on April 28th, 2013
Wookie’s Dad – you may be out on a limb, or the basset in question may have been up on a step….
We have a new dog in our neighborhood too – a boxer/beagle. What a handsome, elegant looking dog he is.
4:10 pm on April 28th, 2013
Kat, with warmer weather coming, may we suggest red geraniums. Earthy, piquot, tangy, with a musky aroma.
Does Bisquit look like a golden with a bad leg day?
One nice thing about the gooood old days…they are gone!
4:15 pm on April 28th, 2013
T&G, we did not know that about the Iroquois.
HOH you are very funny!
4:22 pm on April 28th, 2013
Melanie: We think the Herbs Fed Exed the turkeys back. They’re out in front again!
4:42 pm on April 28th, 2013
My Dear Niece Kat – Here’s a close-up of some yummy red flowers. If you enlarge the picture, you’ll see a hummingbird is enjoying them.
4:46 pm on April 28th, 2013
I have a funny story about turkey manure. A few years ago, mom borrowed a truck a hauled in a load of perfectly cooked compost. She piled it off to the side of the house, and then life got busy. About two weeks later, she glanced at and thought that the pile looked skimpy. But then she figured that she was imagining things. Two weeks after that, she decided to do some planting. She went outside and stopped dead in her tracks. The pile was gone.
Apparently our doggies Enjoyed every single bite!
That was before my time. Would never, ever be so crass.
4:47 pm on April 28th, 2013
Not unless it was really, really tasty.
4:55 pm on April 28th, 2013
Ahhhh…those flowers are very much my kind. Who says our guys are color blind?
Wolfie, you should try some good, fresh horse poop if you want to know what food is. Yummers, as Maggie would say.
5:02 pm on April 28th, 2013
Wƶlfie, from what I discovered on my shoe? It did’t look that tasty.
IROQUOIS WOMEN RULE! In more ways than one . .
5:26 pm on April 28th, 2013
T&G: I didn’t know that. Very interesting.
5:34 pm on April 28th, 2013
Secretary, Nurse, Teacher, wife. Yup. I remember those choices. Didn’t have the Nun option at our house. I too am glad those days are gone. When Mr.Staff has to put my occupation in the tax form each year I always have an interesting choice. I remember one year I chose psychic quilter. He puts it in every time. I do NOT choose housewife.
Other memories:
The skirt or dress had to be within 2 inches of the center of your knee. Pants could be worn to school if it was really cold out but they had to be in the locker before homeroom.
Thank Dog for Title NINE:
There was a swimming team (I was on it) but no other sports.
We played basketball in gym but had the half court game because girls were too ‘weak’ to run all the way down the court. Only one player got to run all the way. The ‘roving forward’ could go back and forth. All the others had to line up on the center line and wait for the lucky rover to return. If you were a forward you played on their baskets half and if you were a defender you played on your baskets half. (I was the rover.)
Writing this down I realize what a difference athletics makes for girls today. I love to see them with their letter jackets! The first time I saw that I was surprised.
Goodness I am old.
And all this is why I am finally watching Mad Men. Must remember it tonight.
5:36 pm on April 28th, 2013
Amalia, I did not know that either. Sniff. Thanks for helping with my ever ongoing education.
5:48 pm on April 28th, 2013
Oh, bother. I hope I didn’t offend anyone with my comment last night about being a feminist vs. an independent woman. I should clarify—Coach didn’t want me to be just a feminist, but an independent woman. It was dating advice and he wanted me to understand I was to be treated like a treasure, and not based on my ability to do or not do anything for myself. Coach was the only male feminist I knew growing up. When I was young, he also told me that if women were ever equal to men, it would be a demotion. Of course, this wasn’t in reference to societal norms, but the value he places on my gender.
About equal pay, less than ten years ago I was in a good job, but with a horrible boss. I was at the senior management level, yet the only female in the mix. I was paid half of many of my male counterparts, and almost a third of some. My boss allowed for me to be harrassed. It was miserable. Finally, he left the company, and new CEO was hired. He was great. Within a month of joining the company, the harasser was terminated, and my new boss came into my office and said, “Let’s talk about your pay.” Oh, how thankful I am for the women who faught for our rights so those in my generation wouldn’t have so narrow a field of choices.
This winter, I spent a lot of time traveling to a remote village in Alaska (and eating moose). I stayed with a woman who was married to a former traditional chief. She shared with me that he would come home and talk with her to help him make choices for the tribe. She also said way back when, there was a cultural practice of doing the same especially when the decision was being made whether or not to go into battle.
5:50 pm on April 28th, 2013
Date! AJ and I went on a date if you can count getting in the truck and going into town to the hardware store a date. It is really the first time, we’ve had alone and away from the house since the race. We also capped the festivities off with grocery shopping.
Rio: Check your SDD. I hope your friend’s sore paw feels better soon.
6:29 pm on April 28th, 2013
Done!…My friend says she is finished today…sniff!…Everything she has worked on has not worked out well at all so she is throwing the towel in and giving up. She did scrape together her butt-kicking meatloaf and is now wandering what she forgot to put in it…sniff!…She wrapped her paw up, it was swelling bad, and still had to finish laundry which is downstairs. So up and down up and down she hobbled….wheeze!…Now finally at the end of the game she has her sore paw up…sniff!….Mother says she will make the salad…wiffle!
6:31 pm on April 28th, 2013
Rebecca: I’m laughing about the “demotion” comment.
Staff made me remember that in high school I could be in the synchronized swim club but there was no racing team for girls. There were no sports teams for girls.
6:36 pm on April 28th, 2013
SnowBella – we think Coach and the Storyteller would get along just fine!
6:40 pm on April 28th, 2013
B: When I was sixteen, he woke me up early on a Saturday morning. He was beaming. He told me he had a gift for me and handed me a brown paperbag. I opened it to find flavored chapstick. He said, “You’re becoming of that age, you know.” To this day, flavored chapstick is a staple of any make-up I wear.
6:45 pm on April 28th, 2013
Game!….
6:45 pm on April 28th, 2013
Tupper’s Mama: I think they are men cut of the same cloth. Speaking of cloth, Coach picked out my dress for my very first high-school formal. Bev said he melted hearts with the girls, mothers, and store clerks as he held up dress after dress to himself trying to find the right one. When he found it—a knee length, white lace over white taffeda, modest number—he said, “This is it,” and headed for the cash register. It fit like a glove and was my favorite dress I’ve ever owned.
6:46 pm on April 28th, 2013
Rebecca!….Don’t tell Sammie you always have chappie-stick in your purse…sniff!….You know how she is. In fact I wonder where she is. That imposter is still posting as Sammie. It’s quite disturbing really…sniff!
6:49 pm on April 28th, 2013
Snowbella, I sure could use some flavored Chapstick.
6:50 pm on April 28th, 2013
Anyone remember Prez Kennedy’s (and later some Texan) Physical Fitness program? Remember “girls” push-ups?
6:51 pm on April 28th, 2013
Uh-Oh!…See what I mean…sniff!…Even the imposter obsesses over chappie-stick…grunt!
6:56 pm on April 28th, 2013
Princess Imposter: A girl never leaves home without extra. Every year, I send a boring flavored chapstick on the trail with AJ that has sunscreen in it so he can use it on his face as well as his lips. If it is sunny, the sun reflects off the snow and his face can be as red as his beard. Maybe next year I will send him out with bubble gum flavored just for fun.
7:24 pm on April 28th, 2013
Rio, it’s me Sammie. It’s me, me, me, me, Sammie! Your good old friend. I probably don’t weigh 8 pounds anymore since Jacqueline got a hold of me.
7:24 pm on April 28th, 2013
Chapstick . . I get the original taste. Didn’t have any last week, and, whew . . my lips were in sad shape.
Do you guys remember gym suits? Yuck . . Showers? . . Yuck . .
I moved from near Chicago to a rural area in VA. In the 9th grade. Halfway through the year.
The gym teacher had me knee down in front of every young woman and measured my skirt from the floor. My skirt was the shortest she had “ever” seen. What happened?
All the young women shortened their skirts.
OHO, barn . . snicker
7:29 pm on April 28th, 2013
Bella, we are happy to know that your daddy was a feminist like our pop is.
Staff, Mom played that same way of basketball in our high school gym. On the courts at her playground, she played with the boys and could beat a lot of them. But in high school, she had to play defense only. sigh.
It is hard to believe how different it was all those years ago, isn’t it? And yet, the more things change, the more they stay the same. Mom gets miffed when she sees young girls nowadays wearing such uncomfortable clothing, especially those super high heels, and allowing themselves to be totally dependent on their men. She thinks some of them just don’t get it and would be well off to hear all of us oldsters talking here on the blog.
On a different note: We just got back from a trip to our favorite ice cream parlor! The ‘rents decided we all needed a treat for the hard work we did all weekend. heh heh
7:32 pm on April 28th, 2013
Rebecca!…I have finally checked my SDD – no Shine anywhere this time either – so there!…sniff!
7:37 pm on April 28th, 2013
Rio: I was informed by Jodi, the person not the puppy, that they have come out from under the quilt. I will see if we can’t get some of Mick’s Apple Pie concoction into your paws. No finer shine out there, or so I’m told.
7:44 pm on April 28th, 2013
Shine!…In any form would be welcome tonight…grunt!…Just the name sounds wonderful!…heh!heh!
7:44 pm on April 28th, 2013
Rio, what happened to your friend’s paw?
7:53 pm on April 28th, 2013
Howlers!…I was not there when she actually hurt it…sniff!…But I am trying to gather Intel by listening to conversations between her and her mother…snort!…Maybe something will be disclosed during Supper tonight as to what actually happened…heh!heh!
8:18 pm on April 28th, 2013
Wose: You asked for us to pugnap you, and we aim to please. We’ve been working on a strategy the past couple of days to make sure we get it right. You may find this hard to believe, but we are more the type to just do and then think later so strategy is something new to us. So far, our plan is quite simple—You convince Griz to drive you to the airport, you fly to Alaska and we convince our Lady to pick you up at the airport. If there are holes in our plan, we don’t see them. Best if you pack for all four seasons: winter, mud and mosquitos, a day of summer, winter again.
8:27 pm on April 28th, 2013
Did Ah hear someone mention ‘shine? Now Ah know this here is Sundy an all that, but Ah don’t reckon just wetten your whistle is too bad a sin
8:31 pm on April 28th, 2013
Redbone: We have a theory—it is only a sin if you get caught. Or, don’t share.
9:01 pm on April 28th, 2013
Pancho and Lefty – Ah’m always awillin’ to share. You boys play any instruments? It mighten be a good time fer one of them there campfires in Brother Rio’s backyard.
9:07 pm on April 28th, 2013
Redbone: We’ve never tried to play a musical instrument, but if it is the price of admission to the campfire, we’re willing to give it a try. You guys need anyone to play drums?
9:17 pm on April 28th, 2013
Are we going to a campfire in Rio’s backyard? I’m ready.
9:18 pm on April 28th, 2013
Whyn’t you boys try aplayin the washboard? It’s just like diggin’ onlyst upright.
9:19 pm on April 28th, 2013
Drums!…Now I can vividly see Pancho and Lefty playing drums like they do in that there video by Fleetwood Mac call “Tusk”….wooooo!weeeee!…Trouble is no real harmonica part to that song…sniff!
9:20 pm on April 28th, 2013
Washboard!…Now maybe that is something ole SiberH can get his paws around…snort!
9:21 pm on April 28th, 2013
Did someone mention country water? We of the HOH don’t play instruments but we sing like angels, and have a mean Carolins BBQ recipe.
9:22 pm on April 28th, 2013
Evening!…It is a lovely evening here right now. Those guys have sat on the patio enjoying it, but now are all tucked inside…sniff!…It may or may not be a good night to jam! I’m missing Maskers though, we definitely have to wait for him to show up….grunt!
9:27 pm on April 28th, 2013
Washboard! That’s the ticket.
9:37 pm on April 28th, 2013
Hope you pick a different night for the BBQ Jam Shine night. The Pack are zonked.
Waltzing Mathilda lived up to her name and went walk-about during the walk/run at the camp. The Pack went this way and that way looking for her until the all ended up in the pond. You know the one that is the biological experiment. Zoƫ decided to put as many of the nuts in the car as she could and go look for Mattie.
She was at the car waiting for them. snicker
The house smells interesting. At least it did until my allergies took over from what ever is in that pond.
I am hitting the hay. Not under the rafter of wild turkeys.
TTFN
9:42 pm on April 28th, 2013
HOH votes for another night as well. Long, cold, rainy, boomy day here. Think the French Airhead…I mean Labradoodle tried to teach the Newf to swim in mud š Nighty night.
9:42 pm on April 28th, 2013
I remember those days. We could wear pants only if it rained. We were not allowed to take wood shop or auto shop and typing was a required class for the girls.
9:43 pm on April 28th, 2013
Our company just left. Patio set put together, grill put together. Dinner cooked and eaten. Barb is pooped out. Will catch up tomorrow. Nighty noodles.
10:00 pm on April 28th, 2013
Redbone: don’t forget I took two harmonica lessons last month!
Everyone: I need some of your positive energy if you have any to spare. I am pushing hard on my house but am flagging. Realtor comes tomorrow at 1:00.
10:07 pm on April 28th, 2013
Well Brother Rio – sounds like we mightn have to postpone our backyard jam. Ah am awillin to wait ifn that Herd a Hounds will bring barbecue. And that will give Pancho and Lefty a chance to steal- er – LOCATE a washboard to play on.
Let me git on out back an see how the latest batch o ‘shine is a brewin. An Ah gotta grease up the wheels on the wheelbarrow.
10:10 pm on April 28th, 2013
Redbone!..It’s a plan for the future!…snort!…Just make sure the Shine is right…heh!
CHobbit!…What the heck! How much work do you have to do to make it presentable?…grunt!…I’m sure you are just over-stressing about this…sniff!…Take a break and have a nice glass of wine or shine…heh!…Then you will be all refreshed and ready to clean some more…chuffle!
10:12 pm on April 28th, 2013
Redbone: Good plan. We need to, er, procure a washboard.
CHH: You have all the positive energy of the Kennel. We’re not the best at math, but we’re pretty sure we are more than two en masse.
10:33 pm on April 28th, 2013
House!…I bet CHobbit’s house is lovely…sniff!…Those Hobbit Holes are really wonderful!…heh!
10:42 pm on April 28th, 2013
Let’s all think good thoughts for CHobbit selling her house quick and at the right price so she can find her dream home and relocate.
10:46 pm on April 28th, 2013
We need to pool all of our pawsitive energy so that Miss Hobbitt will sell her house at her ASKING price, and soon, and that she will find the purrfect house at the purrfect price in Anchorage.
10:49 pm on April 28th, 2013
Anchorage!…Then we can all visit her each year during the Iditarod!….woOOOOooooOOOOO!…Go CHobbit! Go!…chuffel!
11:26 pm on April 28th, 2013
Ah yes, I was one of three girls ‘allowed’ to take printing class. We had to get permission from the principle. There were no more art classes we hadn’t taken so they let us. We were all seniors and the class we were ‘allowed’ to take was 9th grade printing, the introductory class. So there we were all three of us and about 20 9th grade boys. snicker.
We loved it.
I have no idea what the boys thought.
1965/66
Mad Men was about the shooting of Dr. Martin Luther King. Oh and some stuff about the families and the Ad Men.
11:35 pm on April 28th, 2013
Rebecca,
I sure didn’t take your comment about being an independent women to be a negative comment. I understand that comment. An independent woman is a feminist. Don’t tell coach. A lot of men seem to think being a feminist means you are a man hater. This worries some men.
1:56 am on April 29th, 2013
Thank youse everyone. I am taking a 20 minute break and then hope to work a couple of hours still before I turn in for the night. The downstairs is clean and ready (and showable) and I am about ready to move upstairs where I have less to do. Then the plan is to be up early and at it again to polish and shine and pick up the dog yard before the realtor comes. The garage is what is it for a few days.
In addition to my plumbing problem, my dishwasher gave up the week, repairman today says that it can’t be fixed. So I will need to buy a new one and arrange for installation which is not easy.
Wednesday I am flying to Anchorage for one day as a new part owner of my Dad’s computer business. There is going to be an open house and my sister suggested I attend.
Biggest news: I will be fully retired at the end of this coming week. Wooo hoooo. Going to feel strange with my days “free.” However I will have to keep the house clean for potential buyers which will be time consuming considering that I have two dogs who are shedding and if spring breakup every comes they will also be tracking wet/muddy paw prints around the house. Cleaning will fill up my time for sure.
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