Ztuff

We had a hellacious rainstorm the other day where the rain actually came sideways. There was a tornado alert which wouldn't have bothered me if we were home, but I hadn't even thought about finding a safe place in the rental house. The only spot I could find was under the steps in the basement and when I told Old Poop it was the only place because of the location of the furnace and water heater was where the best corner would be and I didn't want to be scalded and or blown up. He blinked and asked if it was the correct corner. Sometimes I swear I exist in only my own mind which would explain why the Old Poop never hears me and all along I thought he was simply ignoring me.

So, if I do exist in my own head, I would like wings, thank you very much.

We took the dogz to the house on Saturday. The minute I told them they were going bye bye the were standing at the back gate and ready to go. We had to wait for the Old pOop to do whatever it is Old PooPs do that takes so long and not once did either dog so much as move a muscle. Collared and leashed we opened the gate and they went right to the car. Charlie sits in the front seat like a person while Kali is a little more restless in the back seat beside me but I noticed that the closer we got to home the more excited she tended to get. She knew we were going home.

We let the dogs in the house so they could see what was going on but the minute little dog next door barked for them, they were out of the house in a flash. We stayed for a long visit and the dogs crashed when we got back to the rental and didn't move. I am really looking forward to that doggy door we are going to get in the basement door. Frankly my legs are killing me from my spectacular fall two saturdays ago and those endless trips up and down the steps from the craft room to let the dogs in and out. They really have been very very good. Better than I have been.

I actually got a bit creative the other day tho I must admit that I kinds copied something I saw on the internet. It's a polymer clay totem kind of figure and when Maureen Carlson made hers, hers were pretty. Mine are oddish, of course. It felt good to finally make something that I like, tho I am not certain that the creativity will hang around. I really do hope so.

No pics... still don't have a camera and no extra $$ right now to buy one. I have a phone that takes pics only I can't seem to take a pic of what I want but have a number of lovely shots of the inside of my purse.

I found a kindred spirit on The Experience Project. Her house fire was the day after mine. She lost her cats and the pics she posted of the remains of her house make me realise how lucky we were. She and I email back and forth sharing our woes etc. It's what I need because I didn't want to keep loading my crap on my friends who have lives of their own and don't have to hear me whine. In fact, I get tired of hearing me whine.

And there is no cheese with that whine either. Or maybe their was and the dogz ate it.

Speaking of ate and eat and eating... I made my first pot roast yesterday. Yes, I'm older than dirt, have been married forever, and never made a pot roast. The Old poop doesn't like pot roast so I don't make it but said the heck with it yesterday and threw a hunk of beef in the crock pot with veggies etc and let it do it's own thing.

Guess what? The Old Poop likes pot roast. So do the dogz who had a feast this morning with bits of fat and potatoes and onions and the juice it all cooked in. Charlie licked his lips so much I'm surprised he didn't lick them right off.

So that's it for Monday in Oddz Bodkinz land. Stay Odd my friendz.