The Morning Stroll

After using moving as an excuse and taking the summer off from much of any exercise, I have started taking my morning walk again.  I have had no luck in removing sugary goodness from my life (thank you, Crystel), so I figure that a 20 - 30 minute walk may compensate for my steady diet of candy, monkey bread (thank you again, Crystel) and ice cream.

Who doesn't appreciate the thin line between a dream and denial?

Anyway ~

Random Picture Monday

People take different roads ...

Backsplash Thursday

Or...  SNC Enterprises Chapter Vier and Chapter Fünf

Ten weeks after starting The Kitchen Project with SNC and three weeks after ordering the tile for the backsplash, Chuck called me on Tuesday to arrange for the backsplash to be done on Thursday.  

Even though I knew deep down that it didn’t matter, I asked what time I could expect the nice young men, the tile, the grout and everything else it takes to stick a fork in this project and call it done.  

“Oh, about 9 am.  Well, between 9 and 11 am.  Probably more towards 9 am, but it could be closer to 11 am.”

The Elitists of Baxter County

While walking through the commercial building at the (somewhat small) Baxter County Fair last Thursday, I was stopped by a pair of friendly women working at a booth.  Now, I never looked to see what they were selling or offering at the booth.  The women had seen my camera as I walked by and asked me if I liked to take pictures.

One could say that about me.

I Should Have Started This Yesterday, or...

...This is gonna be TASTY.

Those closest to me know that I like monkeys.  Not the pooh throwing monkeys.  I like the cute monkeys like Bobby Jack, Sock Monkeys and Paul Frank.  

The Baxter County Fair

Last week, Randy and I ventured out into the big city of Mountain Home and attended the Baxter County Fair.  We knew that it would be a very small fair, and there is no way that it can be compared to the Puyallup Fair or to the Big Tex.

I emailed Sammy and told her we were going to the fair, she emailed me back and said, “that is so cool, we don’t have fairs here”.

I have to be honest here.  Yes, little girl, you do.  I know that your family is busy, but I do hope one of these days you and Will can go to the Texas State Fair.

Fairs Are Fun.

Men Are ... Well, Men

The Mountain Home house has two closets.

Yes, that is right.

Dos

Deux

Zwei

Two

Don't Ever Stand Between a Canine and Her Fungi

Yesterday morning, pre-coffee, Roxy and I battled over a mushroom.  And I am ashamed to admit that she won.  Her and I were off on our first trip outside.  It was raining out, which was a surprise to me.  I realized that I had left the windows open in the truck when Roxy and I went to class on Monday afternoon.  I dashed back to the house for the keys, came back out and saw that she was eating a huge mushroom.

Now, she had gotten sick the night before.  Probably from a combination of too many treats at obedience training and from loosing a tooth.  The last thing I wanted was a sick dog high on a hallucinogenic mushroom.

This is not the mushroom, this is Roxy's tooth

A Leaf

I have happened across drafts of posts this morning which I obviously wrote before there was even a clue that we would be moving to Mountain Home.

Arkansas, not Idaho.

Since it's my blog and I can do what I want to, here is one ~

Quirks and All

I know I have quirks and issues.  And I am not afraid to admit it.  I am also not afraid to say that I have no intention of changing.

One of my big quirks is not taking the item that is on the front of the shelf in a store.  I want to have one that has been untouched by human hands.  Well, I do know that human (I hope) hands have had to touch that something to actually get it on the shelf.  I just don’t want the one out front that may have been fondled by anyone and everyone who happened by.

Counter Top Weekend Part Drei

6 pm on Labor Day and the laborers left.  Well, not really.  Randy spent some time showing them the Camaro.  Apparently, they can be bribed with treats just like Roxy.  “Finish the granite and make my wife happy and I will show you a red, shiny car.”

All I can say is that I am glad that it was a three- day weekend.  How could I have had a post called ‘Counter Top Weekend’ on a regular two-day weekend when this God-forsaken project has taken three days?

Counter Top Weekend Part Zwei

Sunday morning and Roxy is up at her usual time, 6 am-ish.  I usually don’t mind getting up that early, but today I am groaning inside to have to get out of bed.  Randy asks if I want him to take her out, but he usually isn’t awake and up that early, so I tell him "no, go back to sleep".

It is cool, foggy and quiet outside.  And a bit dark.  Roxy and I spend about 20 minutes outside sniffing and checking thing out.  I remember that with Counter Top Weekend part ein yesterday, I didn’t get a chance to grind coffee beans to refill my container.  I am trying to think of where in the house I can go to grind enough for a pot of coffee, but be enough away from the bedroom so as not to wake Randy up.

The garage.  I can go to the garage.

Counter Top Weekend Part Ein

On a whim Friday, I decided to get my hair cut.  Randy and I were driving through town and I was jotting down the names of salons to look up online when I got home.

Newsflash - not too many businesses in Mountain Home have websites.  I had to look up beauty salons the old fashioned way - using a 2010 Century Link phone book.  So this is why our real estate agent gave this to us.  How does this thing work again?

Anyway ~

Weeding and Such

Last weekend, I was sitting at the kitchen table talking on the phone to Deb.  We were discussing compost piles, and since she is the older and wiser sister, I was enlisting her help in getting the compost pile here in shape.  Deb is an expert at outdoor gardening.  Indoors, not so much.

Over the past 20 years or so, Deb has tried to convince Kate and Em that I am the older sister.  She had some pretty confused girls at times when they would look at pictures when I was a baby and Deb wasn’t.  They are smart kids though, they figured it out.

Poor Roxy

Roxy was a bit confused and forlorn yesterday.  She and I went to our local pet store on Monday afternoon and we both received a lesson on how to walk on a leash.  I was trained in how to stop her from jumping up on us and from biting.

It’s not that we didn’t discipline her, we did.  The biting was awful.  For the first couple of weeks that we had her, I was chewed upon everywhere.  Everywhere - ankles, hand, stomach - there wasn’t a body part that she didn’t chew on.  I even thought a couple of times that I’d loose a nipple.

I can only imagine that emergency room conversation.