Sunday, December 28, 2008
Saturday, December 27, 2008
Friday, December 19, 2008
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the town
Not a creature was stirring, not even the hounds;
The stockings were hung by the chimney that night,
carefully placed ABOVE greyhound height;
The pups were all nestled on their Orvis round beds,
After a number of beads were removed-
just as Patti had said;
Douglas and I had just turned off the lights,
And had settled ourselves, to sleep for the night ,
When right downstairs there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Straight down the stairs I flew like a flash,
Had Hero knocked over the tree, or gotten into the trash?
It was 50 degrees, and not one flake of snow
Weather like this, for Christmas just Blows!
I was surveying the scene, couldn't believe it was true,
When all of a sudden I heard a great ROO
I saw all these greyhounds, so lively and quick,
I thought it must be Jen,
- and could not be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles these coursers they came,
But he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now Riley! now, Reagan! Now Katie, and Tamale!
On Set, and On Dan, On Gypsey and Cali,
On Hoover, On Dana , On Bruno, and Roxie,
On, Ella! On, Wilma, On Belle and On Beau!
On Sugar, On Remi and On Lucy and Omo
On Dana, and Seka, On Stacker and Julie,
On Peanut, On Handy, On Drew and On Allie,
I’ve missed a few hounds, and I truly am sorry,
But don’t you think that it’s time I return to the story?
So there they were, all these greyhounds; wearing Santa Claus hats,
Faux reindeer antlers, jingle collars, you know, stuff like that
I saw a great “greyhound bus” and it really is true
He was there in the flesh- St. Nicholas too.
The hounds were prancing and pawing, with little play bows
yipping and leaping and spinning around
When all of a sudden down the chimney St Nick came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, but now, let’s be fair ,
who of us gets away without wearing a bit of dog hair;
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
There were stuffies and greenies and Kongs in his pack.
His nose was cold and wet, and it shined like some “bling”!
And his droll little mouth was drawn up, like a great chicken wing.
The beard of his chin was white, please don’t forget;
It didn’t look, one bit, like a beige shag carpet.
He was chubby and plump, really quite cute,
And Hero greeted him with the ol’ greyhound salute,
Instead of some cookies and milk in a cup,
He got a dose of “Grey Goose” from our sweet greyhound pup.
But a wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
He said not a word but went straight to his work
He filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
But when he laid his finger along side of his nose,
I had to believe Hero let an air biscuit go
Then giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;
Just business as usual, for St. Nick, I suppose
He sprang to his sleigh, the hounds got a click and a treat,
And I heard him exclaim, as he drove down the street,
"Happy Christmas to all, It’s getting quite late
Happy Christmas to all- and I hope it is greyt.”
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Sunday, December 14, 2008
Friday, December 12, 2008
So, Happy Birthday to my best friend in the whole world. (yes, Debbie gets second place;-) You're the best!
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
The same post has remained on my blog for just about a week.
This is what my living room usually looks like:
This is what my living room currently looks like:
Yup, you guessed it, that wonderful, magical, time of the year, of decorating for Christmas.
A time when my DH pulls dozens of dusty cardboard boxes containing tangled Christmas lights, garlands, wreaths, ornaments, etc. out of the attic, And then leaves them all in the middle of the living room, Waiting I believe, for the Christmas elves.
( Who, as everyone knows- are related to the sock fairy, who picks his dirty socks off the floor , washes them, and puts them back in his drawer)
Anyway, these Christmas elves, it seems, come in the middle of the night, empty all those boxes, put up all those garlands, wreaths, and the tree, and stack the boxes, to be stored in the garage.
My Christmas elves were the victims of downsizing apparently.
I have been waiting to blog till I have an AFTER picture to post. I do have some pride (not much, but some...)
One small problem
I have 2 kids home sick
I don't know which is the more difficult patient , the two year old or the 14 year old. But needless to say my decorating is going more slowly this year.
More alphabet soup
I leave it to you to come up with a witty phrase the best I could come up with was
Highly Opinionated a$$#*les
We received a "courtesy" letter today. Requesting :
1) that parents be at the bus stop with their children to supervise them and keep them quiet, because they are being too noisy. There is 1 neighbor who works nights in the neighborhood, and she has been complaining to the HOA because: when the 15 elementary school aged children stand on the corner (for no more than 15 minutes) they wake her up.
Now bus pick up time is 8:30 AM., not exactly falling during the time for any legal noise ordinance. ( And yes, I can see the bus stop from my window). Yet I am still supposed to bundle up my sick 2 year old and stand out in the cold with my 8 & 10 year old (these are not kindergartners we are talking about) to assure that she is not bothered for 15 minutes?!
(I wonder if the garbage men received a similar letter?)
And 2)the letter is a complaint because there are toys in our front yard. I kid you not. 2 toy dump trucks, a trike and a scooter at the time of the complaint. Goodness, obviously "Sanford and Son" have nothing on us. Good thing they can't see my living room.
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
Friday, November 28, 2008
Thursday, November 27, 2008
"I'm thankful, so thankful, I'm thankful that I have all that I'm allowed".
I think that is appropriate for today.
Of course so is Adam Sandler's Turkey song http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KhasEcwXaug
Beer is proof that God loves us and wants us to be happy.
I feel the same way about dogs-
That dogs are proof that God loves us, and wants us to be happy...
Of course adopters and fosters (and chicken backs??) are also proof that God loves the hounds and wants them to be happy too.
Enjoy all ;-)
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
I think that Hero should start leading morning Yoga classes.
Please note, I have absolutely no experience with Yoga myself. But it has struck me that the positions that Hero not only gets himself into- but actually seems the most comfortable in, are strikingly similar to standard Yoga poses.
Proof of reincarnation?? Just an innate ability ?? I will let you be the judge.
OK, Yes, I know that downward facing dog is a gimmie.
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
There has been a game going around of making up sentences/ definitions for the verification words.
I have a pretty good collection, which I offer for Leslie's book http://leslieshillbillyheaven.blogspot.com/2008/11/one-for-road.html
Monday, November 24, 2008
So far so good, the little Cory Cat made it through the night, as did Boodest, Puldeff, and Bumcroft. (Just kidding, my kids didn't buy into these names for the Giant Danios for some odd reason- sorry guys- no accounting for taste you know!) But the little Cory Cat is mine, I get to name it whatever I want.
I was quite taken with Stephen's comment/suggestion, though I am undecided whether the name should be Rick James or simply Superfreak ;-)
I hope you are not all planning to report me to PETA (or would it be PETF??) for putting little "superfreak" in the tank with Mr.T, But for the record we have found several sites that claim that " electric yellow Labidochromis caeruleus are some of the most docile african cichilds".
I believe this means they will only eat other fish that actually fit in their mouths.
great mohawk , no?
Sunday, November 23, 2008
Saturday, November 22, 2008
In these days of stress, economic uncertainty, and the overall expectation to do more and more, with less and less. We all need quick and relatively inexpensive ways to refill our emotional gas tanks. Day to day mini-vacations as it were. After all it is so easy to get overwhelmed with doing what we HAVE to do, that we can end up running on empty...or at least I don't think it's only me ;-)
So my question to everyone out there, is what are your guilty pleasures? The things that aren't really practical per se, perhaps to others they may be seen as unnecessary, (perhaps even a little decedent), but they are the little things that help make getting through the day ( a little- or maybe a lot) easier.
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Wow, that is pretty much me in a nutshell- and that is where we nuts belong ;-)
I only think God and laundry should be bigger!
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Wow! 6 things? Even magic lamps only give 3 wishes.
#1 is EASY. - Get the heck out of Dodge.
No, No, not out of my Dodge Caravan- though that would probably happen too. But to MOVE! I have been living in the Washington DC/ Virginia area for 20 years (I am a transplanted New Yorker- do not hold it against me), and in all that time, it has never been a comfortable fit for me(though I do say y'all now). Hard to say where we would end up, - It's not that I want to move back to New York, -(though upstate N.Y. Is lovely). It's just that I want to live somewhere where the pace of life is slower, where there is less traffic (where a 20 minute commute to work is considered long), where people share my values,
"Where everybody knows your name".....Alex breaks into the Cheer's theme.
#2 Is more like 1B
Buy (or build) a big house on several acres of land/ (big fenced back yard). Even better-
We could design it ourselves . A mud room, a laundry chute- a laundry room with 2 washers/dryers, 7 bedrooms- 1 for each child, a big master bedroom with a fireplace and french doors to a balcony for Doug and I- AND a guest room, so my parents don't have to sleep on the pull out couch when they visit (with the dogs for company).
#3 Give more money to charity- Lots of different charities, I know that this should have been number one- but hey, I'm being honest here.
#4 Charity begins at home, fix up my parents and my sisters houses- plus money put aside so they could do whatever they wanted.
#5 adopt more greyhounds
#6 Do my part to stimulate the economy by hiring LOTS of domestic helpers... People to help with the dogs, people to help clean the bathrooms, people to keep those 2 washers and dryers running. And as God is my witness I would Never cook again....
Hey, you asked ...
Tag : Gerry, BrittBeah, Anna, Jennifer, Katrina, and Kathy your up......
On the second day, God created man to serve the Greyhound.
On the third day, God created all the little furry animals of the Earth to serve as potential food for the Greyhound.
On the fourth day, God created the tennis ball so that the Greyhound could retrieve it (or not).
On the fifth day, God created veterinary science to keep the Greyhound healthy and the man broke.
On the sixth day God created the couch/and or doggie bed (depending on which translation you believe) on which the greyhound could recline
On the seventh day God rested, but Adam and Eve had to walk the greyhound.
Then Adam & Eve, were banished from the garden, no longer dwelleth therein to serve the Greyhound, and the garden of Eden was soon full of poop and craters that the greyhound had dug. So it came to pass that God had to clean the mess up Himself. And God was displeased.
When it so happened that, Moses asked that the Israelites might be released from their bondage in Egypt and journey to the Promised Land. God sayeth unto Moses, "The Promised Land shall be yours, but you must take the Greyhound with you.
And so it came to pass that the Israelites wandered for 40 years in the wilderness, waiting for the Greyhound to go potty, mark every bush and sniff every blade of grass in its domain.
And the Greyhound was fruitful and multiplied.
The people were taken by the comliness and manner of the Greyhound, but they were sorely distressed. "Lord" they cried out, "The Greyhound is an attractive and sweet creature, but there are so many, what shall we do?"
And God sayeth unto the people, "Ye are a cursed people and shall be known as adopters! Thy yards shall be barren of grass. Thy dwellings shall overflow with dog beds, squeaky toys and Greyhound kitsch. Thy carpets shall be forever stained. Thy vet bills shalt be large and thy lives forever ordered around by the Greyhound. And thy minds shall be muddled, as thou shalt treat thy Greyhounds as thy do your human offspring."
And Adopters begat Fosters. And Fosters begat Adoption Groups. And Adoption Groups begat Bloggers. And Bloggers begat Discussion Groups. And Discussion Groups begat Gatherings. And Gatherings begat Vendors. And Vendors begat a wardrobe for the Greyhound. And the Greyhound was spoiled.
God looked down on this and was pleased.
Based loosely on a version by
I was thinking they should have a scent called "teenage boy's bedroom" (somewhat similar to dead horse I suppose)- anyone else with me out there?? I think it would be extremely curative for empty nest syndrome!
1 spray and you are completely over being nostalgic..
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
A Quick search on Google- and up pops the Demeter company (a limited number of their more mainstream products/scents are sold on QVC), but unfortunately no marshmallow on QVC.
Sunday, November 16, 2008
Top 5 ways that men and greyhounds are alike:
1. Both take up too much space on the bed.
2. Both mark their territory.
3. Neither tells you what's bothering them.
4. Both have an inordinate fascination with women's crotches.
5. Both fart shamelessly.
and in the spirit of fairness
Top 5 reasons why a greyhound is better than a wife
1. Your greyhound's parents will never visit you.
2. A greyhound loves when you leave your clothes on the floor.
3. your greyhound will not get mad at you if you forget its birthday.
4. your greyhound does not care about the previous dogs in your life.
5. The later you are, the happier your greyhound is to see you.