TGIF and Mending fences…

ahhhh Friday. I have no idea why Friday means anything to me…seriously my days are basically all the same…especially in the summer. But I suppose it is the thought that counts.

I will pretend that I have the weekend off. :)

We have had a fairly good week here at Casa Day By Day….no real injuries…oh, well there was this ONE incident right here:

Lets do a bit of math:

You add one 13 year old PLUS one newly refurbished golf cart and what do you get?

The above picture.

ugghhh. What is a parent to do? Scream? Yell? Holler? Beat? Shank? Juvenile hall? Disown?

Nah….That is how my Dad rolled. I am doing much better I have to say….

Although it would feel good to scream my head off at the time….that does you no good in the long run. The damage is done. I did slam a few doors and shot the look of ‘what the hey were you thinking?’…….

The prospect of not driving the golf cart for a long, long, long time, well that is punishment……and me reminding Linds how much the repair will cost and she will DO all the extra chores I ask with NO ‘face’ or whining at all….that will last a long, long, long time.

AND your entire family INCLUDING your 15 yr old Sister will never…ever let you live it down. I think this little incident will be brought up FOREVER, including the wedding montage video in about 12-16 years.

Not to mention we will all recall this again at the DMV in a few years too.....

I think since this happened LAST Saturday…she thought I was not going to blog about it. WRONG. :) I love you Linds.

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Linds and I are heading across the East Coast again on Sunday to drop off the visiting dogs and since we are already over on that side of the state….we are going drive a bit farther south and visit my Grandma too. We have not seen her since Easter. (Coach and Lo are off on their goal to tour all the softball fields in Florida, I think they have just about hit them ALL by now.)

I called Grandma last night to let her know I would be coming and she had more complaints than usual: Her young friend (87) just had a stroke and is not doing good; Grandma’s bowels are not moving well; she has been confined to her wheelchair all of her waking hours, Florida Power & Light is robbing her, Her sinus'es are acting up (they have been acting up since I was born) etc…..

She told me: “Suzanne, don’t get old, whatever you do, don’t get old. It is NOT worth it. Really. avoid it.” She is 96. and I think she may be on to something….**my feet are killing me right now**

I hope she feels better when we get there on Sunday.

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Happy Friday ya’ll.

I hope your weekend is filled with those you love, NO pain, and non-crashed fences.

It is almost like living in the jungle…..

OKAY, A  LOT tamer. But, I can pretend…can’t I?

I have been battling a rabid and menacing squirrel.  And when I say battling, I mean I have been tapping the window getting him to leave the new bird feeder alone. Which he does for 3 seconds, cause I am all scary and stuff.  Cocoa is perplexed by this guy also. Last week all she wanted to have was a bird. Now, she has moved on to the squirrel.

Here are some funny pics from when she was trying to get  a bird. She chased it from the feeder up to one of these palm trees. She was standing at the tree and crying. It was too cute. Then she caught sight of the bird….well she THOUGHT she did.

These pics are with my old camera btw:   (and Ozzie is not dead, he is just rolling in the grass, he is a professional roller) 

Look closely:

That is a fake woodpecker. Which just confuses the heck out of the reaI ones. I know that it conflicts with my fake flamingo, but I am crazy like that.

Cocoa still thinks it is real. And she still wants IT!

 

So, later on I was outside after Cocoa chased the squirrel up the tree.

I was looking up and going to take a picture when the crazy rabid menacing cute squirrel jumped from one tree to the next. I thought for sure it was coming right at me and this is the picture I got, as I imagined him planting himself on my face and eating me…I could already see the 5 o’clock news feed: ‘Woman has face eaten off by rabid squirrel as her boxers JUST watch!’

I have great skills right?   This is the reason National Geographic never will keeps calling me.

Ok, here is the vermin. I shall name him Ralph. He eats like a pig and makes a huge mess.

 

Do squirrels ever eat humans?  I think Ralph my have it in him…not sure, but he looks like trouble, just look at that fluffy thorny tail and sweet horn like ears. 

I googled squirrel and was shocked, I mean SHOCKED to find this page: squirrel recipes. Seriously…..this is a few of them:

(please don’t click the links, ‘cause then I will be worried you are making squirrel for dinner, and I won’t be able to speak with you. ever again.)

Bacon Wrapped Squirrel

BBQ Squirrel

Bushytail With Autumn Apples

Cajun Squirrel

Camp Stew

Chicken Fried Squirrel

Chicken Surprise

Citrus Squirrel

Crockpot Fried Squirrel

Daddy's Squirrel Stew

Easy Squirrel BBQ

Flatwoods Squirrel Stew

Fried Squirrel With Mushroom Gravy

Mesquite Squirrel

After reading some of the recipe titles I had a flashback of the movie Forrest Gump: ‘Fried shrimp, boiled shrimp, baked shrimp, shrimp kabobs……” Good ol’  Bubba Blue.

Don’t you wonder just how many squirrels it would take to fill up a crock pot?

**scratching forehead in wonder**

I went to the garden center and bought Ralph some corn cobs. I put a few out and he took them away to his cave and dined on them.

I think this may work for our situation…he has not been messing with the feeders since….I just hope he does NOT post my address on his blog for all the other squirrels. The corn cobs can get pricey!

Our Visitors

We have all heard the term ‘LAP DOG.’

How about ‘HUG DOG?’

I was relaxing and enjoying my book (after a 5 hour road trip yesterday, hence the tired look on my face) And my new BFF joined me for some ‘closeness’

Zack and Sparky are spending the week with us while their family is on vacation. I told you about Sparky's story back here. He is a rescue boxer like our Ozzie, and he had a really sad beginning; left outside tied up 24/7 with no training or proper food/medical care. He has only had his new family for a few months and he has come a long way. HE is a really sweet boy, but with no focus at all…except when he is ready to cuddle. And by cuddle, I mean DOG HUG. The night before last as the girls and I were watching a movie, we had this scene above but with his NOSE in my neck. I felt every single inhale and exhale.

I told the coach, there was more heavy breathing in my ear/neck that night than I had ever had in my whole life. ( and no, he was not jealous)

But can you tell a boy that needs love and attention to get down? HECK NO!!! Plus it is the only time he stops moving…he is full of nervous energy still.

And this is the senior citizen Zack. He is 8 years old and SOOOO the alpha male.

He is quite large too…85lbs while the others are about 55-60.

I have to say that things are going very well with the four dogs…and it all peaceful and fun…..UNTIL the Coach gets home.

When he gets down on the floor for doggie love (which we all need daily)…they go berserk and are fighting for his affection. I told him: he only causes chaos.

My first boyfriend resembled a combo of Paul McCartney and John Cusack. Really.

But he had one big flaw…maybe, um, I think……

A young Paul McCartney and present day John Cusack.

He was my first official boyfriend.

I am so not counting Robert, H.E. or Alberto from Elementary school. (I have not changed names to protect the innocent, because, well I can’t make up names very well)

The year was 1983. A full 2 years before I met the Coach. (my permanent boyfriend)

Why this thought has come to me lately, I don’t know, but I have a big question for my first boyfriend:

ARE YOU GAY???? How about a little Gay? (like someone can be a little pregnant?)

Not that it really matters….Cause if anyone loves gay folks, it is ME.

I have thought of him from time to time. And not in that ‘longing to see you’ kind of way either…it was more of that: ‘I hope your life turned out good for you’ kind of way.

He was a really nice guy. Almost tooooo nice.

Remember when I was bragging complaining about my wonderful job working the ‘bar’ at ponderosa when I was 15? If you did not read that boring as heck intriguing story, it is HERE…and don’t mind the smell of chick peas, that will go away eventually. promise.

Well, I was working the floor of the Ponderosa and HE was working the kitchen. He was a cook. Actually he was the only head chef.

He was a few years older than me.

This was also a few years before I acquired my finely tuned “gaydar.”

Having a good gaydar is one of my finer points. That and organizing. jealous? sure.

These skills will take me places. (like the Container store)

The reasons I now think that he was gay at the time, and did not figure it out till later:

*He was always nice to me. always.

*He loved my clothes. (I was always a bit edgy and did not follow trends, he noticed and liked that)

*He drove a red firebird. (sounds non-gay, but see below)

*His favorite band was LoverBoy. It said so on his vanity plate.

*He did not kiss me until about our 16th date. And even then, he asked first!

*Some of our co-workers told me he might be gay.

*He always complimented my hair.

*He seemed to get tongue tied talking to me.

*Some of our co-workers told me he might be gay. (did I already stress this?)

*He took me to the fair and could not win a prize at the basketball throw to save my his life.

Consensus: do you think he was gay?

**note: I never inspired him to do this scene above, but then again, that movie did not come out until 1989….bummer for me**

I can’t even remember how/when we broke up.

But shortly after we broke up I started dating a tall blonde dishwasher from Jersey.

He was model gorgeous; but a total dog.

I realized early on that even Gay boyfriends can be sooo much better than bad ones!!!!