Jeggings? How come I knew nothing about jeggings?
I needed a new pair of jeans or maybe two and found that jean manufacturers assume that when your butt is as big as all outdoors your ankles are too and they flap around my legs as I walk and annoy the hell out of me. I like the slim ankled ones, or is that called boot cut or straight leg or classic or whatever name they give it but when you get to a size 18 there goes the hem flapping around your ankles like a flag in a storm.
I didn't know I bought jeggings when I picked them up at WalMart. I just figured they were jeans and when I got them home and tried them on.... Yowza! Not only are they comfortable but the hems are tight against my ankle and just perfect. Jeggings... who knew. Maybe I should go shopping more often who knows what else is out there waiting to hug my butt?
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Friday, September 16, 2011
Our agreement is broken
I've told you before about the Voices in the office. We had an agreement that they would not show themselves to me and I would leave them alone. Well, today they broke that agreement and I saw one.
I was coming up the stairs on the third floor landing and saw a man starting up the set of stairs below me. Wondering who it was since the front door is locked, I looked over the bannister and saw NO ONE. I know I saw that man shape, a shape wearing an odd shaped cap. The closest I can come to describing it is that it is very much like the caps the old old ball players used to wear. I think I even saw stripes on it. it was all out of the corner of my eye and it startled me. Not that it was a voice, mind you, but that someone was on the stairs..
I suppose I can't blame the Voice. Odd things have been ramping up around me lately. Not winged things thankfully but things appearing on my desk in places where I've looked a dozen places before. It's not that I just think I looked in that spot, I know I had looked in that spot. I don't know why this is doing this now but I'll go with the flow. Who knows what this will bring.
Oh and I'm leaving the Voices alone even tho they broke our agreement. If they want to climb these stairs more power to them. I wonder if I could get a piggy back ride on one of those days when my body has decided to torture me.
I was coming up the stairs on the third floor landing and saw a man starting up the set of stairs below me. Wondering who it was since the front door is locked, I looked over the bannister and saw NO ONE. I know I saw that man shape, a shape wearing an odd shaped cap. The closest I can come to describing it is that it is very much like the caps the old old ball players used to wear. I think I even saw stripes on it. it was all out of the corner of my eye and it startled me. Not that it was a voice, mind you, but that someone was on the stairs..
I suppose I can't blame the Voice. Odd things have been ramping up around me lately. Not winged things thankfully but things appearing on my desk in places where I've looked a dozen places before. It's not that I just think I looked in that spot, I know I had looked in that spot. I don't know why this is doing this now but I'll go with the flow. Who knows what this will bring.
Oh and I'm leaving the Voices alone even tho they broke our agreement. If they want to climb these stairs more power to them. I wonder if I could get a piggy back ride on one of those days when my body has decided to torture me.
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
I got a letter today
From the State Attorney's office today and immediately I was thinking gloom and doom and oh horse hockeys what now? Had I pissed someone off in doing our business? Was someone suing us? Nah. it was for the bank robbery when the Husband hijacked me and we went rocketing off after the fleeing bad guys. I knew they had found one of the guys, the driver, the guy I looked at eye to eye. They haven't found the others yet so I suppose this doof if keeping quiet. Idiot. It's a federal offence to rob a bank Even if you are just the get away car. The letter basically wants to know when I'm not available for a trial. I even got a pamphlet Named Help for victims and witnessess of crime. I skimmed it quickly and got the impression that people must weasel out of testifying just by the way the pamphlet is written. Hey, if you didn't want to see the thing to the end, you never should have given the police your name.
No court date is set. But I will keep you posted.
No court date is set. But I will keep you posted.
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
Introducing.....
Kali!!!
Yes, Charlie has a new sister. She's not a puppy but 8 months old, spayed with all of her shots. She's slightly bigger than Charlie now but I'm certain he will eventually be bigger than she. She's a mix of Australian Kelpie and Beauceron. I had never heard of either but they look german shepherdish. How do I know that this is what Kali is? Simple, she had her DNA run. Yep DNA.
I found Kali on craigslist where I very carefully avoided any animal rescued from a high kill shelter in the south and/or through Dogs In Danger Rescue. Kali was adopted from the local animal shelter by a young woman who discovered that she cannot give Kali the time and attention that she needs. Anja (JKali's first mother) is a medical student and lives in a small apartment. She loves this little girl so much. So much that she loved her enough to give her up to a better life.
I may have mentioned before that we have a very large yard 6/10 of an acre and totally fenced. There's a stand of bamboo in the back and two separate piles of wood waiting for the fall burn season, not to mention Charlie who was nearly hysterical with joy when Kali arrived.
Anja and her fiancee Chris brought Kali to us and no sooner did the fur baby get out of the car, she was racing toward me, grinning from ear to ear as she threw herself into my arms. She actually let me hug her but then oldest son opened the kitchen door and out tumbled Charlie. It was as if those two dogs had known each other forever. No posturing, no I'm a tough guy obey me. Charlie and Kali leaped and twisted and turned and then raced around and around the house,then around the pool and then just back and forth exhausting themselves. They'd drop to the ground side by side, panting, then they would catch their breaths and they'd be off again.
Anja had tears in her eyes as she watched them. The first words out of her mouth, when she first got out of the car was "Look at the yard" When she and Chris left, she was certain that this was the home for Kali.
Kali... how is it possible to fall in love so quickly. When she wags her tail, her whole body wags with it as her face splits into a grin as if you are the greatest gift ever given to her. She's housebroken and well behaved tho she wasn't too thrilled to share her toys with Charlie so we put them away till she feels that she'd like to share. Charlie doesn't care if she plays with his toys. He has a playmate that's what's important. She really doesn't seem to miss her other mother and I am very careful not to give her all the attention. Charlie was my baby first and still is a puppy in many ways so I don't want to break his heart.
My home finally feels complete. It looks so much better to see two dogs roaming the yard instead of one and to have what we call and alternate backup barking dog. Charlie uses his big boy voice much more now, a voice he hardly used before because really, if it wasn't a plastic bag, it didn't deserve a bark. Kali however, has decided to take her duties far mo0re seriously and will bark at anyone walking up the street or cutting through our back yard (kids next door always allowed) but then instead of attacking, she kisses them to death. But at least, she lets us know she is doing her job.
Charlie still comes to visit me in the craft room and to hog the air conditioner vet but Kali joined him last night and it was me and the puppies. Maybe later I'll give them their own scissors and teach them how to use glitter but for now, I just enjoy the sweet sound of puppy snoring and the yips of dreams.
Yes, Charlie has a new sister. She's not a puppy but 8 months old, spayed with all of her shots. She's slightly bigger than Charlie now but I'm certain he will eventually be bigger than she. She's a mix of Australian Kelpie and Beauceron. I had never heard of either but they look german shepherdish. How do I know that this is what Kali is? Simple, she had her DNA run. Yep DNA.
I found Kali on craigslist where I very carefully avoided any animal rescued from a high kill shelter in the south and/or through Dogs In Danger Rescue. Kali was adopted from the local animal shelter by a young woman who discovered that she cannot give Kali the time and attention that she needs. Anja (JKali's first mother) is a medical student and lives in a small apartment. She loves this little girl so much. So much that she loved her enough to give her up to a better life.
I may have mentioned before that we have a very large yard 6/10 of an acre and totally fenced. There's a stand of bamboo in the back and two separate piles of wood waiting for the fall burn season, not to mention Charlie who was nearly hysterical with joy when Kali arrived.
Anja and her fiancee Chris brought Kali to us and no sooner did the fur baby get out of the car, she was racing toward me, grinning from ear to ear as she threw herself into my arms. She actually let me hug her but then oldest son opened the kitchen door and out tumbled Charlie. It was as if those two dogs had known each other forever. No posturing, no I'm a tough guy obey me. Charlie and Kali leaped and twisted and turned and then raced around and around the house,then around the pool and then just back and forth exhausting themselves. They'd drop to the ground side by side, panting, then they would catch their breaths and they'd be off again.
Anja had tears in her eyes as she watched them. The first words out of her mouth, when she first got out of the car was "Look at the yard" When she and Chris left, she was certain that this was the home for Kali.
Kali... how is it possible to fall in love so quickly. When she wags her tail, her whole body wags with it as her face splits into a grin as if you are the greatest gift ever given to her. She's housebroken and well behaved tho she wasn't too thrilled to share her toys with Charlie so we put them away till she feels that she'd like to share. Charlie doesn't care if she plays with his toys. He has a playmate that's what's important. She really doesn't seem to miss her other mother and I am very careful not to give her all the attention. Charlie was my baby first and still is a puppy in many ways so I don't want to break his heart.
My home finally feels complete. It looks so much better to see two dogs roaming the yard instead of one and to have what we call and alternate backup barking dog. Charlie uses his big boy voice much more now, a voice he hardly used before because really, if it wasn't a plastic bag, it didn't deserve a bark. Kali however, has decided to take her duties far mo0re seriously and will bark at anyone walking up the street or cutting through our back yard (kids next door always allowed) but then instead of attacking, she kisses them to death. But at least, she lets us know she is doing her job.
Charlie still comes to visit me in the craft room and to hog the air conditioner vet but Kali joined him last night and it was me and the puppies. Maybe later I'll give them their own scissors and teach them how to use glitter but for now, I just enjoy the sweet sound of puppy snoring and the yips of dreams.
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