Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Birthday Girl

February 24, 1967, driving down Central Expressway to Baylor Hospital in Dallas, the Mr and I decided we really should pick a girl's name... just in case...even though we were convinced this baby was a boy. (Back in the day, there were no sonagrams, ultra sounds, etc to detect what sort of plumbing the baby had... consequently... ya just paid yer money & took yer chances). So, hours and hours later... our baby girl whirled into the world and never looked back! Last Sunday we were able to celebrate the event at a new Claim Jumper restaurant in Palmdale; good food, good company.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY GIRL!!!

Sunday, February 22, 2009

Questions without answers


Question: Why is this snowman eating Steven's hands? We'll never know the answer, but I am happy to report that (as of 2/22/09) the snowman is reduced to a small pile of dirty snow while Steven is perfectly fine (and still has all his fingers).

Question: Who or what is pulling out all the feathers on Dixie Bell's butt? Especially now in the dead of winter? Does that barearseness cause DB to have goose bumps... or would she necessarily have to have chicken bumps? Can someone out there knit her a pair of chicken bloomers?

Question: If the expiration date is (long) past on your carton of buttermilk... and the milk has "turned"... how would you know?

Question: What is a 'cob web'? I know what they look like (I have plenty)... but where do they come from? I have observed a spider spinning its web... a fascinating sight by the way, but I'm pretty sure cobs don't create webs. Having grown up on a farm, I have seen many a cob. Incidentally, it is a myth that corn cobs were used in the outhouses of yesteryear (that's what the Sears catalog was for). Ah yes, the outhouse... a distant memory. It was a simple structure with a 'bench seat' which had two holes cut in it... one small/medium for little or half grown people and one big hole for the grownups. When I was about 8 years old, I saw my first indoor toilet... and thought how clever that when the seat was down, that was for small/medium folks and when the seat was up, that was for the fatasses to sit on. But, I digress... and I still don't know who makes cob webs.

Saturday, February 14, 2009

Itsno joke!

Yesterday (Friday the 13th, to be exact) it snowed like a fury in the morning hours... then, like magic, the sky cleared, sun popped out and it was just beautiful. Of course... yers truly just couldn't resist laying out and soaking up some rays. Unfortunately, I dozed off... and the snow came back... and, well... you can see what happened. Lucky for the Mr. he likes his women a little on the chilly side!

Thursday, February 5, 2009

Washing the washing machine

Am I the only one whose washing machine gets dirty... on the inside?? Isn't the thing always full of hot soapy water? And doesn't the agitator always have lots of towels and shirts and undies rubbing up against it? I understand that the grime comes from the towels and shirts and undies, but shouldn't it all just rinse away and not stick to the blades of the bloomin' agitator??
And the fabric softener dispenser... don't even get me started! It holds back a smidgeon of that yellow (or blue or green) stuff in every load and pretty soon... (well, four years later)... there is a coating on the inside of that little cup that has to be scraped out with a bulldozer!
I just don't get it... how can that stuff stay in there against the torrents of rinse water that pour through the system? I don't know but I suspect it is the same law of physics that allows (encourages, even) tiny specs of dust to cling like velco onto a fan blade that is twirling around fast enough to cool off a roomful of middle-aged women in the midst of a hot flash.
Life is full of mystery.