Wednesday, December 01, 2004

 
The girls were hopping all over me and my bed this morning when it was time to wake up. Actually, it was when they decided it was time to wake up. Back and forth they sparred with each other, over the top of me. Brooke did something to greatly agitate Hailey, though I didn't see exactly what, then Brooke hit the floor and disappeared under my bed while laughing histarically. Hailey lept from my bed, and made a mad dash to her bedroom. Armed with a noisy electric toothbrush, Hailey reappeared in my doorway like the Terminator. With a warrior's cry, she dove under my bed after Brooke, weapon in hand. I heard them both hollering and bumping under my bed for a few moments, and I wondered just where Hailey was trying to put that toothbrush. With a cry of momentay defeat, Hailey retreated, scrambling back onto my bed. "Brooke got my toothbrush! Go get it now!" she demanded as she gave me a might shove. Before I knew what hit me, I was airborne and grabbing for the headboard, the sheets, anything to keep my butt from landing on the hardwood floor. The hairbrush on my dresser proved to be a useful tool as I chased Hailey out of the room (several times) and went to work on disarming Brooke. I attacked, jabbing the brush under the bed again and again. Shoes, slippers I'd forgotten I owned, and a bouncy ball that I didn't remember were hurled back out at me. All the while, the evil Brooke laughed her defiant laugh. The action finally ended when Miss Boogieman under my bed ran out of ammunition and decided to surrender. So how was your day? Please sign my guestbook and let me know!

posted by Tammy 5:13 AM

Sunday, November 14, 2004

 
I've got a pile of sticks outside my door. Some are as thick as my arm, and one is twice my height. Since the flood waters receded, Shadow has been bringing sticks up to the house every time I call him to come in. He has this idea that he should be able to bring them into my house and shred them into the carpet. I've picked splinters out of my bare feet when he snuck them past me. I am not always successful, but I sure try to confiscate them when they are on their way into the house. I've got quite the collection now, and keep meaning to ask mom if she needs them for kindling for her fireplace. Heck, some of them can be used as logs. Maybe I should start my own business, selling firewood. Hmmm...

posted by Tammy 5:17 AM

Saturday, November 06, 2004

 
"Remove the beak." That's what the recipe said to do. Right after "Remove the head." Remove the head, and then remove the beak? Does an octapus have a beak? I double checked the recipe title to see if we were both talking about cooking baby octupus. Yep, that was the right recipe. I studied the little octapus in my hand and reread the recipe. I determined the head had been removed before I bought it in the deli. I did find what looked like a tiny bird claw and decided that was probably the beak. Well, I finally got a pile of those little suckers cleaned, and fried them in a hot pan. I wondered how I would I know when it was done. As it cooked, the normally slimy-looking legs became bit curled and stiff. Have you ever fogged your house and then come home to a few huge dead spiders on your floor with their legs curled under? I have, and that is what my dinner was now resembling. And when they were piled onto a plate of fried rice, the rice slightly reminded me of maggots. Summing up my bravery, I took a very tentative taste, and the things were delicious! I'll admit I did have to close my eyes to finish my meal, but what a wonderful meal! I just had to check my teeth closely before I went to work. Wouldn't want to smile at a customer and see their reaction to a little baby octapus arm wrapping around my tooth, waving a quick 'hello'.

posted by Tammy 7:18 AM

Wednesday, October 20, 2004

 
This one is an entry from an older blog: It was sunny outside today. We finally got a break from the 3 or 4 days of downpour rain, but the flooding in the back field is still there. It is deep, too. I took my Golden Retriever Shadow outside to play. The creek jumped its banks, and now varies 50-300 feet wide. With the creek overflowing and creating a pond out of the surrounding fields, there is no place for him to run off to after a cat. So I didn't bring a leash. I didn't think about the ducks. Upon first sight of them, he ran to the water's edge, hesitated for a moment, then lept into the pond/creek/whatever you want to call the flood waters. He had a ball swimming to and fro, with only his head above water. All the while I was pacing up and down the 'shore' calling after him. I must have been a sight! Even the puppies Peaches and Ginger jumped in after him, but luckily they did not go far, and came right back. I do not know what kind of current there is, and worry about possible entanglement in the high grass that is totally below the surface. When he'd had enough fun, or cold, he came back to shore to get his scolding. I wonder if we've got an inflatable boat stashed in our summer water toys. It might be fun to take a camera out on the pond, secured to shore with a good sturdy rope, of coarse. And a life jacket, just in case...

posted by Tammy 9:45 AM

Tuesday, January 06, 2004

 
We're snowed in. Even if I could get the vehicles out of the driveway, the roads are no better than our driveway. Dad took his lab and one of my Golden Retrievers for a walk around the neighborhood. The dogs enjoyed romping around, playing in the snow. Down the street, a young guy was pulling his 18 month old son on a plastic sled. The little boy was obviously enjoying it. Dad got a bright idea and told him that we could give him a real treat by hooking the sled up to one of our dogs. The guy thought for a moment and said, "well, I've got my own dog, thanks for the idea.... "

LOL...

Dad continued his walk with the dogs around the neighborhood. A few minutes later, he spotted the kid on the sled again. The sled was now being pulled by their big dog about a block away. The toddler was having fun being pulled at a leisurely 3mph. Their dog took one look at our dogs, and decided to be neighborly and run over to say hello. I guess flying down the road at 20 mph was a bit much for the kid, and he hollered a bit as he hung on for dear life. I think he must have been tied to the sled to have not fallen off. His dad couldn't keep up with him as he ran a few feet, then a few yards, then a few miles, behind the dog pulling his kid on the sled. Good thing the baby's mama wasn't watching...his dad would have been in so much trouble.

posted by Tammy 1:26 PM

Wednesday, October 08, 2003

 
Long time no blog. I've been very busy getting my bath products made up and labelled for sale on my website. I registered the url www.thecountrybath.com and will soon be selling my homemade soaps, bath salts, lotions, bubble bath, and misc items there. It has become a really fun hobby.

I dropped Brooke off at school this morning. In the field by the school, I saw a woman taking her dog for its morning potty. The thing was not on a leash, and she did not even have a plastic bag to pick up the dog's poop with. The kids play football there during lunch, and have p.e. there, also. Nobody wants to spend the day with dog crap smeared on their shirt or shoes because they slipped and fell it. Some people are so inconsiderate of others. I wanted to have a chat with her, but the traffic for dropping kids off in the turn-around was too busy. And there was no place to park. What is with some people?
posted by Tammy 10:28 PM

Monday, September 22, 2003

 
Well, Tinkerbell and her kitten Cricket are living outside now. That's where Tink lived before she had Cricket. Cric is old enough to be out now. For months now, Nala has happily had the sole run of the front porch. That fat old kitty spent most of her time lazing around there, basking in the sun, catching an occassional mouse. Tinkerbell has always been such a small cat, Nala always ran her off. Now Tinkerbell has come back with reinforcements (Cricket), and they wasted no time in joining forces to run Nala completely off the front porch. Nala now has a covered, padded litterbox for her house by the back door. Ah, well, she lays around most of the time, anyway.
posted by Tammy 11:05 PM

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