Momooshka

Be daring, be different, be impractical, be anything that will assert integrity of purpose and imaginative vision against the play-it-safers, the creatures of the commonplace, the slaves of the ordinary. --Sir Cecil Beaton

Playing hide and seek. . .






I have been neglecting my lj but it's just as well since I would only be whining and bitching anyway. I will try to have something nice to say soon, not that your day will be shot without a post from me, but still, I love when other people update what's going on in their lives. ;)

Never mind. I forgot what I was going to say ;)

So, I am taking care of the neighbor's dogs for 4 days. Tomorrow is the last day and then he returns.

Neisha: (who may be going to some one in our family...sh-h-h-h)




Mocha: (Who I may be stealing and hiding in my house)





And CoaCoa: (who magically disappeared yesterday...cage and all, from inside the locked garage! But then I saw the note about the person who knows the neighbor and made arrangements to get her. I called him anyway just to be sure.) She spent a lot of time in our house the first two days. She is the first chihuahua/ratdog that I have ever slightly found likable.





OK, Last possible chance to plant my corn and pumpkins. Gotta rush!

I am 53 years old and this is the first I have heard of strange smelling pee from eating asparagus! It smells like what I imagine Mars would smell like...completely foreign.

Petah suggests that I probably knew about it in my younger days but have just had a disconnect in my brain and I only THINK that this is the first I have heard of it. It's quite possible. :<

Susan left this morning and the visit went fairly well. She had a very fun conversation with R and thought that the little M's were very fetching! She also thought McG was a cutie. Hopefully next time Grandpa won't be sick, and T will have more flexible classes (or not be in finals!)and hopefully Petah and will have her own place too.

Today I have to decide if I think Grandpa is up to his weekly shower because it is a real work out for him (but he desperately needs it). I have tried to get him out of bed twice and I have to go try again after this post. He will be eating his breakfast at lunchtime.

This week-end I plan to: Plant my veggies, clean up 8111 for the new owners, help revamp T's yard, fit in Lynette and sew if I have time. But what I plan and what actually happens...

Grandpa's 89th b-day is the 13th but we will celebrate on Father's Day with a delicious cake or maybe the delicious fruit pie stuff Susan got us at Costco.

Which reminds me. . . I haven't lost even one pound. I can't imagine why. :o

Grandpa is sick.
I am tired.
Poppo is sick and tired. (Of someone's disgusting habits)


We said good-bye to the monster and sammich this morning. We had a nice visit. Sammich fixed my puter and Petah's bike. C0r1s made Lynette a shirt and beautious rainbow-horse-with-wings drawing, as well as came baring nummy smelling gifts for us. I had to refer to C0r1s as my son to the neighbor or the neighbor would have thought I was touched or something. I did always want a boy. While I was pregnant EVERYBODY claimed they could tell it was a boy by how low the baby was and they had been right 90 percent of the time, blah blah blah. So in the end, they really were right and they don't know that their percentage is still up there.

I wish there was a short word that meant C0r1 and Seamus...like SeaC0r or something since I almost always have to say their names together and they have been together since the dinosaur ages. Anyway, those two listened to some pretty ridiculous middle of the night conversations between grandpa and I. I would love to amuse you and recount these late night fiasco's for you but 1) I have a memory challenged brain, and 2) I don't have time at the moment.

Looking forward to the next house guest to arrive. Poppo is picking her up from the airport this very minute ;)

If you know Mother Nature personally, please ask her to provide some 76 degree, blue sky weather for Spokane in the next 3 days. If you do, I will owe you one. ;)

So, Apparently those nasty little spiders don't know when they are supposed to turn and RUN FOR THEIR LIVES!

Or maybe they just thought that the place they were dining at hired Big Evil Monster Spiders for waiters.

A gazillion years ago (or in the 17oo'sor maybe the 1800's) people ate about 13 grams of sugar a day, on average. Now they eat over 250 grams a day (on average).  Maybe over 270.  This is what happens when I try to repeat a story I recently heard or read. : /

I am pretty sure that if I was starving and my life depended on it, I still couldn't/wouldn't eat a beetle, or spider, or any insect with legs. I think I could swallow a worm without vomiting; possibly an ant, if I picked the legs off, which I am pretty sure I could not do without vomiting so, yea, just a worm. No centipedes either. No legs.

Planting flowers, staining the deck STILL, and staining the deck and staining the deck, and doing a gazillion projects and hoping to have it all done by Sunday. 

Then you can have my undivided attention.

Note to self:  Next deck staining project,  just pick the colors that Petah picked and plan for more than one day and more than 3 people. >:0 

Oh well, at least it will be done : ) 

It is turning out to be another cold, crappy spring.   >:(

It shouldn't be called global warming. It should be called "WPP".  When I was in grade school, back in another century, June was a sunny month and July was a hot month. (And that was WESTERN Washington.) By September, it was very cold in the mornings and still hot in the afternoons but by October it was cold and crappy and wet.  Meanwhile, in Eastern Washington it was 10 degrees hotter (or colder in winter) and dryer, but basically the same.  Now, April showers do not bring May flowers. April snow and freezing temperatures are still hanging around and May is all showery. June is when the flowers come and it is also all showery like it is supposed to be in April. July is when it STARTS to warm up and August is the new July. It stays warm and sunny almost all the way through October!. This does not help when you want to grow veggies and beautious flowers. 

I have noticed this "Weather Pattern Procrastination" for the last 20 years. I am not happy about it either. Just so you know.

Happy Cinco de mayo to those who celebrate such things! I will be spending my day with grandpa, and puttering about making mud pies and planting pretty purple flowers for mothers.

I might even do something really exciting like clean my craft room and iron the 6 things that have been waiting to become wrinkle-less for many months. (I got that procrastination gene from the C0r1 monster.)

Or, if I want to be REALLY reckless and live dangerously, I will make grandpa walk to the mailbox and back.

I need a BFF of my own. If you know of any smart, fun, interesting, older women or I will consider a gay man that is 50+ that loves to shop, garage sale, decorate, entertain, and maybe even has a spouse who likes to play hearts on occasion, please tell them to get a hold of me.

Yay! I have a new fabulous monitor!. And I guess it's been a while since I got anything new, puter wise. It was a no brainer. I don't even know if I needed to 'update the driver" but I did it anyway. I love how big and clear everything is but it's kind of bright and I can't figure out how to change it without messing everything up. I tried and it yelled at me and said it was already set how it's supposed to be and NOT to argue with it. So I will just wear my sunglasses ;)  I didn't get the Samsung 20" because it cost $40 more than the LG 22" that was on sale and they both had all of the same features except the LG had a 3 year warranty and the Samsung only one year.  I always end up asking the sales guy which one he would buy for himself and he said the LG. Also, they were sitting side by side showing the same screen saver and I liked the picture on the LG better (clearer and more vivid color).

I love C0r1's new name for me:  "Forgetasaurus Rex"  It is so fitting.

I shopped 'till I dropped today. I left the house around noonish and got home at 9:30 pm.  I got the new dvd player and this monitor and some new tops (for my fatness but will only look better when I shed the excess poundage).  I went to old navy and thought I would splurge and get a new top but I justified it because it was $14.50 but on sale for $10. Well then she rang it up and it wasn't on sale after all. I pointed out there was a sign on the table so they went to check and apparently that was for the shorts that were next to the tops and so I said well, I will take it anyway and now I feel guilty for buying a top that wasn't on sale!

Then, at Ross I really splurged and bought a top that not only wasn't on sale, it was $20! And for some reason I don't feel guilty about that one. I also bought some birthday gifts....Max, Reed, and Susan (who will be 60 this year and is having a bash in August that we might attend), and I got an awesome cat angel statue to honor the orange kitty in the pet cemetary (can't remember his, or her, name at the moment). I got a bunch of other stuff too, and some groceries.  I still want to buy a hair trimmer clipper thing to get the neck area on the men in the house.

It is late and I have to go tweet before I retire to bed, so Petah doesn't yell at me for not twittering enough.

I am giving this monitor back so I probably won't be answering e-mail, tweets, or commenting until I have a sleek shiny new flat screened state-of-the-art (do they still say that?) monitor.  Hopefully I can get it acquainted with my puter without too much bickering between them.

If you don't hear from me by Friday evening, come and rescue me!

Maybe I wouldn't hate spiders as much if they weren't such slackers.  So I cannot believe the amount of flying ants that have invaded our house. They are almost as horrid as the stinkbugs in St. Maries. Flying blindly until they bump into something. The ants are worse because they aren't as noisy when they fly (only when they hit) so there is only your peripheral vision to alert you.  They are also worse because they are afraid of you and try to get away (unlike the stinkbugs that were convinced they could just lounge around and let their shell protect them). If I were a spider I would be situated outside our front door, at the top,  (where we believe the ants are entering) getting fat and feeding her offspring as well.

All insects (notice I am NOT including arachnids) are very interesting and I sometimes even LIKE them when they are outside where they belong, working or resting. I will often stop gardening chores just to watch an interesting bug, butterfly or worm. However, outside or not, all patience ends when they decide to encroach on my personal space, try to touch me, or God forbid, actually TOUCH me. At that point, I am no longer responsible for what may happen to them. They should have watched where they were going.

INSIDE THE HOUSE, every far reaching corner on every level is always, without exception,

                                              MY PERSONAL SPACE.




OK, so maybe I have stopped to watch a web being created, or a kill going on, but don't tell anybody.

I FINALLY got the paint in the color I've imagined for 2 years, but couldn't come up with. I am debating whether to throw grandpa in the car so I can go buy a decent paintbrush because I cannot find the one I thought I had. I have looked everywhere, so here I sit in my paint clothes and after trying some trimming on the walls with a really hideous paintbrush, I decided I HAVE to have a good one to use. In the mean time, I have this great profound thought to share, but I can't seem to find a way to properly impart this wisdom. But I will try.

It seems to me that the older you get, the more impact things have on you. I appreciate things more. And rather than being harder to feel amazement, it is much easier to become amazed at something. I can't seem to say what it is I am trying to say. . . . if only I were a writer, with a vocabulary!

What I mean is, because of living many years of life, a person may be surprised less at what can happen or how people can behave, but because of all of those years of experience, many things seem more amazing that were simply ignored in youth. It is also much easier to be horrified.

Oh never mind.

I am taking G to Home Depot for supplies.

So I was teased mercilessly by my offspring for heating my coffee in the microwave and then leaving it there and forgetting about it. So when they were growing up they were always finding that they had to remove my old moldy coffee before they could heat their food.

This is another microwave story about me and my forgetful brain. Every day I make grandpa basically the same lunch. A cup of soup, half sandwich, and fruit. The flavors all change but otherwise it's the same. I open a can of Progresso soup and pour from the can into two soup cups. One I cover with plastic to go in the fridge for the next day and one I stick in the micro to heat. So I open this chicken soup (he had a different flavor of chicken soup last time) and I divide it up and put the plastic covered soup into the fridge. I work on the fruit and then everything else is done so I go to put the soup I poured for today's lunch, into the microwave to heat, but sitting in the microwave there is already a plastic covered soup! OH! I say, I am SOOOO lame that I already took a soup from the fridge when I started to make his lunch and then forgot that I did and went and opened a whole new can!!! I can't believe I forgot in that amount of time! I thought, I really think this is early Alzheimer's! I have to get checked! Then I touch the soup in the microwave and notice that it isn't cold at all. OH NO! I say! And I think that this soup is from yesterday and it is now spoiled and will have to be thrown out! How could I have forgotten his soup yesterday!? Wait a minute. I know I gave him his soup! Maybe Poppo took it out this morning for some reason??? And finally, when I am about to pour the spoiled soup down the sink, a thought comes to me.....the one that came to everybody reading this the minute I saw the soup in the microwave! I go and look in the fridge and NO. I didn't put the covered soup in there at all. I put it in the microwave instead, just 3 minutes ago! We all put things in the wrong place on occasion without thinking, I understand this, but why on earth didn't I realize that immediately!!!???

I am quite sure my brain is not shrinking, it just keeps loosing it's way >:(

I think you should all comment on this post with an experience you had (or know of somebody else having) of a brain fart where you put something where it doesn't belong, or send it to the wrong address or put in the wrong ingredient, etc.

Just make sure you sound as stupid as me so I can feel better. Thanks!

YAYAYAYAY!!!! The walking path is clear of snow and Casper and I took our first official exercise walk of 2009. My goal is to beat my sonaughter at having the best buns of steel. And if I can't do that then I will settle for being healthier and loosing the 12 lb watermelon I gained in my mid-section over the last 2 years.

A lot can change in ones life in a mere 10 years. Ten years ago I was living a different life with different people in it and different goals and a different state, house, car, pets, and an intact family, even on the in-law side. 10 years ago seems like a lifetime ago.

I was a happy ambitious person. My new goal is to look back on this time in my life in (hopefully) a few short years and say, WOW! I survived. ;)

I know. It was sneaky whining.

Does anybody know why there are black lines through all of the relevant buttons ( send, delete, etc.) that have rendered them unusable, on my G-mail page? I can open mail but do nothing else with it. ??????????????????