This {cute dogs} And That {talented friends}

We went to the East Coast for the day to see our friends Don & Kelly; it’s been 2 weeks since we’ve been together; we might have a problem. They have a sweet boxer and their son has two sweet and rambunctious boxers; boy do I miss our boxers; they were such cute characters.

Milo, Tyson, Floyd. A trio of fun.

On our two hour drive back home I looked at our local Boxer rescue webpage seeing if they had any old girls available. Just when I said we were not getting ANY MORE CRITTERS.

*removes gray faced ladies from cart, closes tab and breaths deeply*


Do you watch The Voice? I’ve never been a huge fan of competitive tv shows, but I’ve occasionally watched this one, but never a full season. I suppose, I just can’t commit. BUT, this season we will be watching because our friend Ben Allen is a contestant. In addition to being very talented, he’s a really nice person; he told us about this opportunity back in December, but with COVID, things were postponed. Ben and his band performed at our HoeDown party in 2016, he’s joined us for our Songwriters For Vets charity events, and this past Christmas, he stopped by our cocktail party and sang a few songs for us.

*sigh* I almost remember what it was like to have parties.

It’ll be fun to see how he does. Well, I kind of already know, but I’ll not spoil the fun for the rest of you.

That’s all the fun I have to share today. I hope you all had a nice weekend whether you watched boxer butts wiggle or just your own.

XO

Our Art/Science/Lets Aggravate Each Other/Cheesy Project

Way back in May of this year, I purchased what I thought to be the cheesiest of anniversary gifts for the Coach and I. Turns out, it might be the coolest AND cheesiest gift. I still can’t decide.

I’m not sure where on the internet I had read about it, but someone out there shared their Luna Bean Hands project and I thought, well, this is kind of weird, a little creepy and unusual. SOLD!

The container sat on my laundry room table for months and months. Finally a few days before our last trek up to GA, I said: We need to do this plaster project before one of us loses a hand or worse, dies. There’s nothing to prompt us to finish a project like impending death or dismemberment.

We waited until Kelly was here to mediate guide us through our science project. It was pretty simple with specific directions; mix this with this, then add that, put your hands in the goop, and keep checking that it’s drying, but also YouTube. What did we do before YouTube?

It literally did take 3 people to do this and the funniest part while we were making this memento of our love and life together, we both became extremely annoyed with each other. Ok, maybe I was JUST ANNOYED AT HIM. He didn’t think I had my hand IN the plaster properly and was pissing me off gently asking me to stop wiggling. Hey, I had to SIT STILL FOR AT LEAST 4 MINUTES STRAIGHT; it was hard for me.

We were pleasantly surprised by how well this turned out; talk about instant satisfaction.

You can see every wrinkle on our hands. Why didn’t we do this on our wedding night?

Get your minds out of the gutter, our hands people! Think of how young and fresh our hands were 29 years ago.

And just so you believe that I was being abused held tightly, see the tugging of my skin? You guys are on my side, right?

Ladies and Gentlemen of the Jury, I present to you exhibit A.

There are a few areas that could be cleaned up/dug out, but I don’t want to mess with it and take a chance on having to redo it in 2020.

I did a little video so you can see all the wrinkles details. Don’t mind the washer and dryer in the background, Cinderella has a job to do.

Do you happen to remember when my husband refused to do the DNA ancestry test because he thought the government might try to frame him for something? Well, lookie here, I now have his fingerprints! I’ll hang that over his head for eternity because that is true love.

Lauren and Linds: Guess what you get to fight over after we’re gone?

Honestly, I think this is such a wonderful idea. I wish I had the hands of all my people who have passed on.

Well, NOT their ACTUAL hands.

It would have been sweet to do this with our girls when they were little; the four of us. Right? Then again, there would have been four of us wiggling and arguing and the Coach can only squeeze one hand at a time.

Can anyone fess up to topping this level of cheese factor?