Dawn gets the blood out of anything
I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again: Dawn Dishwashing Detergent gets blood out of anything. Seriously. Clothing. Furniture. Carpet. Throw rugs. Anything that can get stained, dripped, splattered, etc. with blood can be quickly and easily removed with some Dawn and cold water. (You can probably use any temp water, but I always use cold). Anyhow, just squeeze some right on the stain and rub it, scrub it, brush it, whatever, and the stain starts lifting and moving. Rinse, repeat, or throw it in the washer, until it’s all gone. Even if something has been washed AND dried, it can still take the stain out. I am always amazed that it works as well as it does. Like, literally no trace. Well, CSI could probably pick it up, but that’s a whole different problem.
So there you go. Tip for the day! This info might come in handy later when you go outside and realize it’s about a billion degrees and all the crazies who can’t take the heat start flipping out and causing some mayhem. Now if you get caught up in any bloodshed at least your clothes won’t get ruined! Stay cool! Drink lots of water! Later.
That goes for the BF too
Sniff. Hopefully he’s actually on his plane. It’s already been delayed by two hours for some unknown reason. Nothing like spending longer in the airport than the entire time you will actually be flying! Sorry honey! I sniff because I am sick. Or something. I thought it was allergies but I think it’s just a combo of 100 degrees outside and 60 degrees inside. Also, I like having my man around to complain to when I feel whiny. But…I guess if I can type, I am not THAT sick. And if that’s the case I better get on the books. That test is coming up fast. More practice questions! At the bowling alley! Kids are awake and requesting to go out into the world. Maybe I’ll post later. If not, XO to the BF. Love and all that good stuff! L.
Gone but not forgotten
Although our fabulous dog is gone, he left lots and lots of himself behind! Even after power-washing the house and patio the fur only managed to collect in other places. At least its in the grassy areas. And the birds are picking it all up piece by piece. Plush nests for all the little ones.
We have a furry fence. Pretty funny. But clean now!
Last pic of a happy dog after a good brush. So relaxing:
My momma done inter-veened me
Too bad all we did was go to breakfast and take MORE distorted pictures. We were laughing like lunatics but at least I was out of the house and away from that cursed computer game. For the record, everything in that picture is extremely exaggerated EXCEPT for the hair. That’s really how big my mom’s hair is. It’s really getting out of hand.
So, THANK YOU MOM!! I will see you Thursday.
Besides I still have like, seven and a half hours before I can get my free spin! Loo-oo-oozer.
Since we were in the world we decided today is a good day to go get new hummingbird and regular-bird feeders. The ones we had were quite destroyed and no hummingbirds were coming anymore. Hopefully this will turn things around on the back patio.
We also got our boarder-dog, Juneau, some supplies. Yes, we have had a dog here for the last two weeks. He’s a good boy, but so furry. We gave him a nice bath and brushing this afternoon. The hair is endless. We’ve been brushing him every day and even though it looks like we brush off a smaller dog every night, by morning there’s more hair shedding out. What’s that? Well of course there’s pictures. Sillies.
We are like a nature center over here. I have lots of backyard animals. Hmmm. I’m sensing a new feature. To go along with all the other new features I never follow through with for more than a day or two. Let’s see if I can break the streak.
Ready. Set. Let’s go.
To the Wild!
All the possibilities…
And all we can do is play around with the camera and its distortion capabilities. I think we almost have it covered now. The fish tank does look cool. I wish I could find orange water with green fish. My phone is also very helpful for telling me the exact time and what the weather is like in my town. Small steps.
Cool Word of the Day!
Thunderbolt (noun)
Definition: A single discharge of lightning with the accompanying thunder; An imaginary elongated mass cast as a missle to earth in the lightning flash; A flash of lightning conceived as a bolt or dart hurled from the heavens; A person or thing that resembles lightning in suddenness, effectiveness, or destructive power; One that acts with sudden and destructive fury; Vehement threat or censure; A startling, forceful action.
Also: The name of my brand new phone! (HTC ThunderBolt) For the first time in my whole life, I actually have something that may be considered the most advanced, modern, up-to-date, piece of techno-gear out there. Until next week. (With the fastest speeds on the best network…4G LTE with Verizon Wireless–and no, they do not pay me.) Anytimewastingtechnology…
This phone is the OTHER thing that prevents me from studying. (uh huh–excuses) Takes a lot of time to learn a whole new way of doing things especially when it’s just so damn cool. Easily distracted. What’s worse…or better I guess, is I can actually use my phone to study now when I’m not at home! Which also means…I can played Bejeweled from it too. Technology is awesome.
Thank goodness I still have power! Oh, and Bejeweled is EVIL!
That was a fast, violent storm! Ripped right through here, shaking the trees and trying to knock out our electricity. TV was down for a while, but the power just flickered off, silently waited, then hummed right back on! Scary!! How would I ever have been able to continue to play the game that is sucking away every minute of my free time?!?
I HAVE NO free time! If I am not studying for the giant test I am about to take then I should be doing house things. Laundry or whatever. Or even posting here. Or going out of the house and breathing fresh air. Anything but wasting minute after minute criss-crossing and swapping gems for absolutely NOTHING! Nothing real anyway. No one is dropping off money checks or free meals or anything. And at the end of the week, all my hard work, building up those high scores, is just washed away! Wiped clean as if I never played the game at all. I tell myself that my brain is just processing all the study information. You know, like when you dream at night, you are incorporating and integrating all the days events for future reference. To be smarter. What a huge load of donkey poo!
Bejeweled is Evil. And I need an intervention.
Luckily there are some good things about getting older
For instance, I can buy alcohol any time I want. Any kind. On any day. At any time. And I barely get a glance. Obviously after I get a bit older, I may draw some attention just because they will be wondering what the hell an old lady is doing buying Jack Daniel’s. On a Wednesday afternoon. MmmHmm. Alcoholic. Probably has no kids and a bunch of cats. Or stuffed animals that she thinks are cats. I will try to keep my hair combed at all times and wear clothes that match.
Anyway, the point is, that as I get older I realize that there are things I actually like. A lot. Like, things that I have liked and will probably like for the rest of my life. Things that are comforting. Things that are just for me. Examples may be needed.
Like coffee. I truly enjoy coffee. I just drink it black. I never liked cream or sugar and I am not real partial to flavors. I get the occasional Mocha from Starbucks now and then, but that’s pretty rare these days. I just like hot, black coffee. I drink it every day and I don’t even really think about it.
Another thing, that I just realized, and the reason for this little posting, is that I like Jack Daniel’s Whiskey. That may seem kind of strange, but when I first started drinking it many years ago, AFTER I turned Twenty-One, I was only drinking it because other people did. Old boyfriends, at parties, you know the way we all do it. Then after so many years I didn’t drink it at all. Ever. Then for some reason I tried it again. And I am telling you, it’s just delicious. It has the flavor I like and it’s not too sweet. Just plain old black label Jack Daniel’s. Nothing fancy. I dare say, whispering, I prefer it over vodka. And I can drink it straight, right out of a glass, neat, as they say. (Without ice.) That’s really not something I am bragging about, mind you. It’s not like I am sitting here all day sipping on whiskey and wasting time. Or doing another thing that I realize I like as I get older….
Watching old, black and white movies. I LOVE them lately. I had started watching them in the grip of nursing school. You can put them on and let them play. Now that I am done with that intensity, I still find that I like them just as much. Not all the old movies are black and white. I find I seek out anything made in the 50’s or earlier. It can be any genre. I don’t care. I prefer the smarter ones. With more dialogue. Actually they are all pretty smart, it’s mostly words. Not a lot of special effects in these movies. Some of the cable stations play them all day. If you want to try my new found, I’m-an-old-lady daily regimen, get yourself some Jack and pop in Casablanca to start. Or you can just jump right in, searching thru the cable guide for something that may become your new favorite.
Crap, I think I may be going thru a mid-random-age crisis. No milestone birthday coming up, no medical emergency, no life-changing event. Well maybe, I did just spend the last five years of my life changing my entire future. So it makes me think about what I could have done with all those other years. And my kids have so many years ahead of them. I want to stay around as long as I can. Ho Hum. Anyway, this is getting way off track of my study time. I do still have questions to answer for today. And I won’t have any kind of future if I don’t get my license. It’s getting dark again, so, hopefully you are home from your job now and ready to relax. Have a drink for me and enjoy the night. And if you are still out there, I will be too, soon. But for tonight, I will have a drink for you. Later.
We’re just a bad-ass motorcycle gang now
Well, HALF of us are. The other half (me) would be classified more as “lame-ass”. The BF’s bike is on the top. Mine is on the bottom. The BF’s is twice as big and weighs tons more. You can probably tell from the pics that my bike is significantly smaller. But that still didn’t stop my pathetic, “weak-ass” self from dropping it in the driveway yesterday afternoon. So sad. For me.
Don’t get all crazy or worried or call me. I am fine. It was not all that dramatic. I tried to get it off its stand and when I was finally able to rock it to the ground, the stupid thing started tipping over and I was not strong enough to hold it up or prevent it from falling all the way down. Luckily the side bags we put on it and my leg broke its fall. Yes, the leg with the broken foot. It only laid on it for a quick second. No extra damage, but I don’t think I am going to get fixed anytime soon. I keep doing really dumb things to make it worse.
Now in my defense, I had just worked out. Like, weights and cardio and crap, and I was sore and already in a weakened state. My muscles were unable to move fast or effectively. Obviously. And for some “dumb-ass” reason I tried to get it off its stand by standing next to it. Brilliant. I should have been sitting on it. That’s how I did it before. I guess it’s kind of funny now, especially since no one was hurt, it wasn’t on the street while riding, and the bike is totally fine. However…that still didn’t stop me from crying like a huge, big, giant, girl, baby. I felt stupid and weak and scared and frustrated, I guess, and I wasn’t even going to say anything. But I have to, because if you can’t laugh at yourself or admit you made a mistake you will never get past it and other people will dog you just the same. So, it was a stupid thing to happen and now I know what NOT to do, and they tell me everyone drops their bike at one point or another and maybe my turn is over now.
I did get on anyway, even though I stomped around angry and weepy for a little bit, and we drove around for an hour or so. Fall down. Get up. Conquer the fear. Blah blah blah. Inspirational quotes and words lose their impact when you feel like an idiot. But luckily I have an awesome boyfriend and a head that is only mostly made of rocks. Some stuff still trickles through! Thank you and I love you.
See you all on the road! I’ll give you a little hand wave. From my car.
just shy of pretty 