30 Word Thursday

Annuals in pots.
Perennials survived the winter.
Moss from garage roof has been removed.
Most of the tiny maple trees are gone.
Reading a good book in the yard.
Yea!

Augie's snack

Recently I started giving Augie a lunch-time treat . . . carrots.
I read somewhere that they were good for dogs and might help "dog breath."
He likes them - a lot.  I slice them up and drop them onto the food he hasn't finished from the morning feed.
I have also given him a whole carrot and he enjoyed flinging it around for a while and then settled down to crunching.  I was afraid it would stain the carpet or he'd choke on it but it worked out nicely.
When I first started the carrot thing I washed each one; I didn't peel, just wash.
Then it dawned on me that this is a dog that enjoys a cat-shit snack whenever he can find one so . . . no more pre-washing.
By the way, I haven't noticed a huge difference in the breath department but he's enjoying the hell out of those orange things so I guess I'll keep it up.
Good for his eyes, right?

Speaking of hands

Last Wednesday I wrote a blog about where you place your hands on the steering wheel.
Well, today I'm going to issue a warning about doorknobs and hands.
Why the hell I was in a hurry to get into the shower yesterday morning is beyond me.  I didn't have a hot date I needed to primp for.  The Secretary of State wasn't coming to the house for lunch.  
I had just come home from Jazzercise and was scooting into the  bedroom while disrobing.  It's a technique I have perfected.
I grabbed my bathrobe to make the run to the bathroom and as I entered that room I was pulling off the robe.  That specific action calls for my left arm to fly over my head and come sweeping down right on top of the door knob. Well, I hadn't planned that part; it just happened.
Hence . . .

This is what I saw after exiting the shower.

Later in the day it morphed into this.

 No broken bones.  Everything moves and there is only a little discomfort.

Please ignore the age spots.  I'm looking for a tool in my picture program to get rid of those pesky things.
One exists, right?  Right???

Is there a lesson to be learned here?  Oh, are you waiting for me to give the answer?  I don't have one; I'm asking you - is there a lesson to be learned here?  If there is, please forward it along.  Please.

30 Word Thursday

Trees.  We love them.
Arbor Day celebrates them.
They give us shade on a hot summer day.
Their colors thrill us in the fall. 
Tiny maple things are causing insanity.
 

Where are your hands???

A while back I did a "30 Word Thursday" about where you place your hands on the steering wheel. 

I knew when I posted it that 30 words were not enough so here's the expanded version.

Back in the dark ages, we were taught to hang on to "10" and "2."  Recently I heard that "3" and "9" were better.

I've experimented and I find them both comfortable.

I remember as a teen defiantly driving with one hand.  I'm not sure what I did with the other but I knew how cool I looked so I threw caution to the wind.  I was the only teen that could drive that way safely.  No matter what the driver's ed teacher said.

I have heard about deaf people driving with their knees so their hands were free to "chat" with whoever was sitting shotgun.  Yikes!

I rarely drive one-handed anymore.  I guess the caution factor finally kicked in - must be an age thing, eh?

I could go on and on about people driving and texting, driving while applying lipstick and driving and munching a Big Mac but I believe I've already covered that in a earlier blog.

So.  Where are your hands?

30 Word Thursday

The temps rose last week.
Then it was too hot.
I complained.  Was chastised.
Yesterday I turned on the heat.
Wore socks to bed.
Life in the "mitten."
It's expected.

Blessing of the Bikes

I wasn't going to go because, frankly, I'm not really interested in motorcycles or blessings but it was right around the corner from our house and there was a pig roast involved.
I will also freely admit that I love the sound those bikes make.
Petey and I checked things out and really enjoyed ourselves chatting up others, eating and listening to some good, live, music.

Bonus:  my reflection in the tank

Jeff and Sheila Clearwater.  Always enjoyable.

There was a tent with patches for sale and a lady at the ready with her sewing machine to fix you up.

I posed for this one.  What?  You don't believe me?

Biker couple all decked out.

Here they come!

I don't know who these guys are; especially the bald one in the middle but they looked so cute all dressed up in matching shirts I thought I should at least take their picture.

The ultimate in coolness.

Biker dudes.

Biker chick.  So many nice people. 

Pig sammie happenin' here.  Yummers!

This is Jack Beckers, local biker.  He was the oldest person to ride in yesterday.  Two new knees and one recently replaced hip and he's still keepin' his motor runnin'.

 The sun was shinning, the bikes were rumbling, the music was good and the food tasty.
 

30 Word Thursday

How do you hold the steering wheel?
10 and 2?
3 and 9?
One with the other hanging out the window?
No hands - knees only?
Leaning right, gangsta style?
Cooooooooooool.

My open house

It was another great open house.  Spring can be dicey.  If it's too nice, people are out in their yards.  If it's cold and rainy, they very well might stay home on the couch watching "Green Acres" re-runs.
But yesterday they came and enjoyed themselves and took stuff home.  Yea!

Alexa's pottery is always a big hit.

I was a bit nervous about my paper beads.  I wasn't sure if people would "take" to them.  For years they've seen only glass from me.

No worries.  A lot of rolled paper left through the front door yesterday.  Woot!

Sue makes the cutest darn things with paper too.

Sticky notes inside!

These boxes got a lot of oohs and aahs.

Jenna brought some of her woven items.

Darling frames.

Her photography is outstanding as well.

Fran's soap makes me smile every time I pick up a bar.

She had a new item this year - a shampoo bar.  Can't wait to try it.

Lisa was there making everyone healthy with her ItWorks! products.

People were bellying-up to the bar for a shot of Greens.

Customers were happy and vendors were pleased.
It was a good day.

30 word Thursday

May baskets secretly placed at a neighbor's door.
The doorbell rings.
The little boy hides in anticipation.
A smile lights up the lady's face.
 May.  Full of flowers and smiles.