Only a Northern Song

We got a bit of snow on Saturday. 20 inches, but who's counting? Not unusual to get snow around here. Not unusual to get a lot of snow around here. But 20 inches is pretty substantial. We had a blast walking out in the storm and poor Pup (not really, he lives for this shit) had to blow us out twice and we walked over to the kidlett's house to blow them out as well. Then he blew them out again yesterday.

It came down and came down. I have to say it was awesome.

We all piled into the Liberty (4-wheel drive) and drove around until we found a place open for drinks and burgers. I had scotch. Yes, it was crazy to be out in it, but we just couldn't help ourselves.

There is something about a storm that just makes you want to become part of it.

The hole for the den on Friday.

The hole for the den on Monday.

I Think I'll Make Cookies

Winter is nature's way of saying, "Up yours."  
~Robert Byrne

I like these cold, gray winter days. Days like these let you savor a bad mood.  
~Bill Watterson

Winter must be cold for those with no warm memories.  
~From the movie An Affair to Remember

Winter is the season in which people try to keep the house as warm as it was in the summer, when they complained about the heat.  
~Author Unknown

One kind word can warm three winter months.  
~Japanese Proverb

Hot Men Friday

This is for The Empress.

Umm . . . yeah. This could be a good day.

 

 

 

I'll take some Che sauce on the side please.

Men (and woman) please, stop wearing these hats.

Leave My Kitten Alone

Today is the 30th anniversary of John Lennon's death.

Now here is a sign of the new times - Yoko Ono tweeted about it. Yoko Ono - tweeted. A woman that once sat in a gallery and had people snip off pieces of her clothes as art. Those two actions, tweeting and snipping, do not belong together. I am nonplussed.

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On the homefront, here's what I saw out my office window yesterday!*

 

 

The house was a rockin'.

*A couple of commenters are confused and do not what's going on. I thought I had been talking about it incessantly, but apparently I'm more annoying in my head. :)

We are adding a den to our house and the process began in earnest yesterday! Very exciting around here.

Can You Pass Me That Toilet Paper as Long as You're Here?

sittin in a motel in san antonio got smokey joe fired up

Search phrase used last week to find my blog.

Makes me wanna go RVing!

We're now seriously talking about this. We've done Mexico a few times; lovely lovely. But we both realized that neither of us has seen much of the U.S.

Our family camped a lot when my girls were small. Lots! I loved camping!

Bella was trying to get me and Pup to come to the Barrons (I think it's actually the Barrens, but that makes me sad) and I said I don't tent camp anymore (I need a bed and a washroom). She thought me ridiculous.

Nope, just not 20 something. It hurts to sleep on an air mattress! And when I have to pee, I don't want to have to get dressed. Peeing is the hardest part of camping. Where? How? How many mosquito's will I wipe off my ass before pulling up my pants?  Will anyone be watching?

Years ago when our large group camped my friend (I won't out you) had to TAKE HER PANTS OFF every time she peed in the woods. Yes, OFF. She just couldn't get that lean-against-a-tree thing working for her.

One of the creepy guys found out about it and hmm . . . every time she had to pee, so did he.

Aaaaah, good times.

What's on My Phone?

I was clearing my phone off this morning because it was bugging me and beeping at me that it was full (annoying - figures right? BTW - I can hear you, I'm sitting right here.).

Here are a few examples of what I felt was important enough to get a shot of. So arbitrary!

Lorenzo's cat DK in her new bed

Pup still in bed - on my side - look at that mess

helpful boy from gaming store - we bought many nerdly games

new bedspread - I kept it

annoying cat shot of cat annoyed

weird supper I had to share with Lorenzo - spam and cabbage, ack

another cat shot - oh oh, jeez louise that is a bit pathetic hmm?

George pouting because we won't let him out to play with the construction boys.

Hot Men Friday

Alright now . . . yes . . . nummylicious . . .

I could look at this face all day. And listen to him all day. I would love to hang out with him all day because from all accounts he is an awesome guy. A little goofy, a little self-deprecating, a little hot. Oh wait - that's a lie - a lot hot.

He had a talk show on the Bio channel last year and I watched just to see him in his glorious nerdliness and watch him sing with that week's guest. Awesome.

Who can resist a man in a convertible? Or a head of Elvis-hair? Or a nose I'd like to suck on? (Sorry daughters - one of them gets totally squidged out when I talk suchly.) Or a white t-shirt? Or a plaid shirt? Should I go on?

Let's just look at him for a bit.

 

 

 

 

 

 

You Never Always Give Me Your Money

Could it be true??

In My Life*

Last Wednesday evening I got a call from my wasband that a dear friend of ours had died.

He was dear to us in millions of ways. He was Little Buzzy's (wasband's) best friend, married one of my best friends, was the best man in our wedding, was our Bella's godfather, plucked my wasband out of a river while the two of them were smelting, made me laugh always, was much loved by all the nieces and nephews in his large and warm family, and loved by all of us. So loved by all of us.

I'm reeling from this. If I'm reeling I can't think how his family is doing. How will we do without him.

I'm sad. Sad sad sad. Tears and more tears. Tears for his wife, my old friend. Tears for all of us that love him. Tears and laughter for the memories.

May I say something so complete in its DUH-factor? We take each other for granted. We expect things to stay the same and they don't.

1983 - Big Buzzy, Teri, Bella, Little Buzzy - yes Wasband is that damn handsome.

Big Buzzy, remember how I used to cut your hair? You would say to me, "Dizzy - don't get too happy with those scissors. I don't want to look like the last time." or "Dizzy - my hair is CURLY! Don't get too short." I would snip away and occasionally say, "whoops!" just to get you riled up.

I remember when something would happen, good or bad, and I'd look at him to see what he was thinking and he would invariably say, "Dizzy, what can I say"? His big hands outstretched and questioning. Laughing all the while.

I really loved him and the last couple of times I saw him I would hug him and when I would go for a second hug he would say, "Dizzy, you already got one!" He was as squishy inside as he was all grizzly on the outside.

Here's to flannel shirts, Schmidt beer, lot parties, putting the speakers on the top of a car, shaking it more than once, and loving someone more than you realize.

We miss you. Please come back.

*Teri, the pastor was right, perfect song selections for the service. Hugs woman.

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 Never confuse movement with action.
~Ernest Hemingway

Hot Men Friday

 Jon Stewart

 Sexy, smart, funny, great hair, short, nice, family dude, Jewish, love him.

I could watch the Jon Stewart channel all the time if there were such a thing. And I kinda love that a certain demographic (not sayin') thinks he is the news. Love that! That's okay. Maybe he is.

 

 

 

 

This is long, but sooooo worth a watch.

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Within You, Without You

Every Thought That Crosses My Mind
I know a woman that said, not necessarily to me, but to the world at large,

"Why would anyone blog? Who needs to publish their every thought"?

I internalized this, as I do everything, and gave it a place in my brain.

Which immediately made me realize if I published every thought that ran through my brain I would never leave my desk, I'd have to buy a Jimmi-Jane for over-caffinated days, have my meals brought to me, and I would lose the use of my limbs from nonuse.

I'm dangerously close as it is, but my pointy-point is writers do not write their every thought. But I'm here to guess that bloggers/writers have more than the average amount of thoughts running through their heads.

I'm also aware that I can have two (maybe more, who can pay attention?) thought-threads running around in my brain at the same time. This bugs me to no end.

Just one thought for one day from one woman.

I'm a Blurter
At times I will say out loud the thing that is in my head, maybe not fully formed, maybe not ready for prime time, maybe not appropriate.

At times the blurts are amusing. At times insulting. At times conversational. At times confrontational.  At times thought provoking. At times simply annoying (told ya).

If ever I would consider a mood-leveling drug, it would be to stop the blurts.

So - are blurts a type of truth serum? Are they simply done to self-promote? Done to self-sabatoge? Done to draw attention - wanted and unwanted?

Falls right in with the extroverted introvert thing. Draw attention to the fact that you're uncomfortable and not wanting attention.

Figure that one out and I'll kiss you full on the lips! Even if you don't want that kind of attention.

Are you a blurter? Are you thoughtful or thoughtless? I'd love some thoughts on this! Ha! Seriously, I would. Let's get inside each other's head for a hot second.

Hot Men Friday

Matt Damon

Uh huh. Mmm mmm. Take-a-second-look and think whoa numsies.

 

 

 

 

Remember him on Will and Grace a million years ago?