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.
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.
You guys, you almost lost me and I’d hate to think how that might affect your lives.
I kid. But, not really. I was at my wits end and almost scrapped it all, flushed it down the drain, threw it out with the garbage, tossed it into my past. My blog that is.
After much going back and forth with the WordPress people and me completely screwing up my blog trying to fix it, my newest favorite person Sajib, saved the day. Please note his job title:
Where do you go to get a degree in happiness engineering? Sign.me.up.
I’m back in the business of not making money.
I am NEVER ever moving my blog again. NEVER.
Even the best of friends can disagree
A little backstory: My girlfriend Kelly and I are in general, twins, soul sisters. We have the same outlook on life, politics, life in general. We laugh at the same things. We enjoy the same movies/TV. We eat the same way; we can almost always split a meal because we enjoy the exact same foods. We enjoy the exact same wine. We tend to wear the same type of clothing, although, she’s a skinny Minnie and I am not any longer considered a skinny anything. We’ve showed up places wearing almost the same clothing more times than I can count over the last 30 years.
Kelly and Don have been integral with setting up the mountain house; Don hung all the TV’s, helped Coach set up wifi, Sonos, cameras, etc…Kelly is my decorator du jour because we essentially have the same taste. To be clear, we essentially have the same excellent taste, just ask us.
BUT, one thing we did not agree with was the fact that she thought I needed and iron and ironing board for the mountain house. I don’t think anyone will ever use it. I have not pulled out my ironing board in a few years. I do have a steamer, but even that hasn’t seen the light of day in at least 10 months.
Some of my favorite people do polls on their blog (Ally Bean & Kari) and I really enjoy them. Well, Kari had one regarding farts this past week, so, it’s a *crapshoot* regarding the topic.
*I made myself LOL
So, I’m getting on the poll board. Please share your thoughts so I can tell Kelly she’s a lunatic.
And speaking of irons, because who doesn’t
My Mom was a waitress most of her life and her polyester uniforms always needed to be ironed. She (or I) generally ironed them in our kitchen area on an ironing board. BUT, sometimes, she ironed them in her bedroom. On.her.bed.
This one time (not at band camp) she forgot to turn off the iron. Mom, Mark and I were out and when we returned to our apartment, it was smoky and smelly as hell. Way worse than Kari’s farts. I still remember the firemen dragging the mattress down our carpeted stairs and out the front door. Burnt fibers from the bed and our melted green carpet everywhere. Ummm.., have you ever smelled burnt rubber? Pretty damn bad. When I went to school the next day, everyone asked me why I smelled so weird; as if 7th grade could have been any worse. We couldn’t sleep in our apartment for many nights and all clothing and linens inside had to be laundered. My Mom was horrified at what had happened. *sigh*
To wrap this up:
My blog is working properly.
Even soul sisters can find something to disagree about.
I’ve added my first poll and I need to know your thoughts.