Archive for November, 2007

Let’s Have A Little Fun!!

Wednesday, November 14th, 2007

Here’s Chris Rice’s song, What if Cartoons Got Saved…

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What’s Your Turkey Name?

Wednesday, November 14th, 2007

Ha! Check it out! I put my name in and my Turkey Name came out as Quirky Prance – A – Lot! I’m not sure how I feel about that. Hmmm…I guess it’s not so bad. Click the link and give it a try yourself. Let me know how it turns out for you.



Turkey Name

Your Turkey Name is
Quirky Prance-A-Lot
Get Your Turkey Name at Quizopolis.com

Quizopolis

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I Love Me Some Bebo Norman

Tuesday, November 13th, 2007

…and another one…

…one more…no video here, just a picture but this song is amazing. Do yourself a favor…close your eyes and just let it wash over you. You’ll be glad you did. Be blessed.

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The Chase Was On!!

Tuesday, November 13th, 2007

I was trying to save time. You know, cut corners. Brilliant, I thought. Not so much. Let me tell you all about it.

Libby had a follow-up appointment at the vet on Friday. As I pulled into the driveway, I got the wonderfully brilliant, not so bright idea to get her out of the backyard rather than going through the house and having to deal with the hassle of deactivating the alarm and bringing her in through the back door without letting her sisters in as well.

Of course I would then have to reactivate the alarm, head back out the front door, and lock everything back up. Yeah, getting her straight from the backyard sounded like a much better idea. Apparently, I wasn’t listening very closely.

As I tried to extract the lovely Libby from the narrow opening I had allowed in the gate from the backyard, Sophie continually blocked Libby’s attempts to come to Mommy and instead attempted her own exit from the yard. On the fifth or sixth go at it, Sophie was successful on exiting the yard as Libby ran for the safety of the porch and Mollie simply watched in confused wonder.

Luckily, I grabbed hold of Sophie’s collar as she exited the yard. I sternly and in no uncertain terms ordered her to return to the yard. She promptly sat down in a show of defiance and refused to move.

Well now.

I put my face directly in her face and said through clenched teeth that she had better get back in that yard…I then began to pull her by the collar toward the gate…however…as I began to pull toward the gate, she decided to pull away from the gate…and…yep…the collar came off in my hand. She looked up at me with a big pup grin on her face and…

…the chase was on!

An hour and a half later, with the help of a team of neighborhood kids, I finally got her back. Oh, she had a ball. Visited all kinds of folks. Played with all sorts of things. Ran in and out of the street…busy street…many cars, trucks, things that would squish her…I threw myself in front of one of said vehicles to keep it from squishing her…she had no clue…she was on an adventure…sorry Mr. Vehicle Driver but I couldn’t let you hit my kid…I figured you might think twice before you would hit me…it was a chance I was willing to take.

Pops asked me later that night if I beat her when I got her home. No, I didn’t beat her. I didn’t punish her either because she wouldn’t have understood. She thought she was on an adventure.

I was just so thankful she was home and my family was still in one piece. I’m glad she still gets to be Sophie and I still get to be her Mom.

By the way, Libby made it to her appointment and everything was fine.

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Something to Talk About

Thursday, November 8th, 2007

I’m thinking, okay, these things have freaked me out lately so I figured I would share them with you guys. Yep, here goes:

Driving down the road. Driving. Driving. Look over in the lane next to me and what do I see? Dude riding a motorcycle and smoking a cigarette. Uh huh. Riding a motorcycle. Smoking a cigarette. Leisurely smoking a cigarette…as in slow drag, nonchalantly blow the smoke out of your mouth, hold the cigarette in one hand, ride the motorcycle. How cool is that? I don’t know…maybe it was just me but I was mesmerized. {**Disclaimer: The Surgeon General has said that cigarette smoking is hazardous to your health and the Bone in no way endorses sucking cancer sticks whether while riding motorcycles or not.}

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Just recently, a training bomb fell off a fighter jet during a training exercise over Virginia Beach. The fake bomb hit an occupied warehouse type of building but it didn’t do any damage (other than denting the building) and no one was hurt.

Okay. So. This is what the Navy had to say about that. You see, apparently, since there wasn’t any real damage done, this doesn’t qualify as what they would consider to be an “Official Mishap”. Oh yeah. Really. I’m serious. This falls under the category of, “TFOA” which is also known as, and I am not kidding here, “things falling off aircraft”. You cannot be serious!!! We are supposed to be the mightiest military in the world and we have a category of military training faux pas’ entitled “things falling off aircraft”? How bizarre…read the sad proof here.

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Fizzled Twinklers

Monday, November 5th, 2007

So, what’s on the tube tonight? I’m buggin’ out on the twinklers. Yep, still stewin’ over last week’s travesty. Come on ABC…admit you screwed up somewhere, call a “do over”, put Sabrina back where she belongs, and let’s get back to “Jigglin’ with the Twinklers”. Otherwise? I’m checking out TVLand.

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Pop-a-Dop

Monday, November 5th, 2007

Pops is doing very well. Sorry I haven’t updated before now but my battle with this creepy, crawly, crud, of a cold continues. The computer and I have not been very friendly as of late. Please do forgive me.

Pops got a little adventuresome one time when Mama had to leave him home alone for a few minutes, but, extreme lightheadedness and nausea convinced him not to try to roam the house on his own and do chores again…yes, you read that right…CHORES!!!…of all things…fresh out of the hospital from major surgery. I don’t know if you have a Holmes in your house, especially one of the male kind, but they do tend to be a bit on the stubborn side. :D

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