Back in September when we first purchased our Georgia home, we noticed a phrase, a trend if you will: Do What Now?
When having a conversation with someone and they don’t quite hear what you’re saying, or don’t fully comprehend what your saying, instead of saying Excuse Me? Or Pardon Me? They say Do What Now?
I thought it was so odd at first, but now, I’m embracing it and It might be my favorite phrase to say, but you have to add a bit of a twang to the ending. If you say it flat, it has NO meaning. ZERO.
Do What Noww?
I’m going to be mostly MIA over the next few weeks as we have a shit load of friends visiting. Eight to be exact. Have you been in a house with a total of ten people in a while? Ten humans and three dogs. DO WHAT NOW?
Since I’m a giver, when I see something funny, I must share with all of you because if it makes me laugh, it will make you laugh unless you don’t have a sense of humor. In which case, we shouldn’t be friends.
I saw this on an Italian restaurant marque last week:
You can’t turn water into wine
But you can turn pizza into breakfast
Do What Now?
The Coach and I were driving the other day and we passed a pickup truck who had this on their back window:
Stay home if you sick
Come over if you thick
Do what Now?
I’ve read a lot of the Bible, but I don’t remember that verse. Maybe it’s in the Newer 2020 Testament?
Anyhoo, all that to say if you don’t hear from me, I’m probably NOT dead. Just busy eating, drinking, laughing; you know, like in the olden days.
Have you heard the phrase Do What Now? Or do you have a weirder one to share?
Earlier last week Lolo asked if she could come for a visit. She’s currently not working (that’s gonna change soon) and Nathan has already been gone for three weeks for his Marine training. She came Friday late afternoon with both dogs and planned on having dinner with us, but ended up staying all weekend. Can you imagine how much I hated that? HA. She didn’t even bring a change of clothes or dog food but borrowed some of my stuff and Callie shared her vittles with the pups. We had a very nice low key weekend doing wedding invite/save the date projects, watched TV, spread mulch in the garden, tending to my houseplants, lots of laughing, and watching the dogs play in the yard.
I Just Became Old And Avoiding Crescent Rolls
At one point we opened up my laptop to see if we could find anything acceptable for me to wear to the wedding; some questionable choices included a few dresses with cut-outs in the waist or back areas. I laughed picturing me wearing those and I referenced the Pillsbury crescent roll containers when you ‘pop them open’; stuff oozing out of an opening.
ME: I’m going to be 54 when you get married, I can’t wear a dress with cutouts. OH MY GOSH, I’m getting old!
Lolo: Everyone is old, it’s ok.
Me: Babies. Babies are NOT old.
Lolo: Some babies ARE old.
We busted out laughing and we continued to belly laugh about nonsense all weekend.
When the girls were in High School and they were going somewhere on Friday or Saturday night I would always remind them to “Drive safe, everyone out there is drunk.” We tend to paint things with a broad stroke.
Everybody’s drunk. Everybody’s old. Now I feel better about myself.
They had their engagement photos done a few months back and ya’ll, I can’t even with how darn cute they are.
What The Heck Just Happened?
So, we watched this really deep, bizarre, and emotional show on Hulu; The previews were elusive and it peaked the brain of our resident Psych Major. Psych Master. Master Major. You know what I mean. Derek Delguadio, In & Of Itself. We didn’t know what to expect and when it was finished, we still didn’t know what we had actually experienced, but at one point we were both crying. Part magic, self-exploration, slight of hand. One catchline they use is Identity Is An Illusion. I started to wonder, who AM I? If you watch it, you’ll understand that part.
After all that brain work I shared with Lolo a little phenomenon known as An Officer And A Gentleman. I figured we could see what Nathan might be living through right now in his Marine boot camp. Wait, do you think his drill sergeant might look like Richard Gere 38 years ago? Have you watched that movie in the last 10 years? I had completely forgotten how it began, but I can never forget how it ends.
Who doesn’t dream of being carried out of the paper mill by a Navy Officer? Well, wait a minute, you know I’d be crying over the death of ALL those trees….so never mind.
We All Need An Uncle Frank
This was such a sweet movie. We laughed, we cried, we laughed again. Damn it. Love IS love. It made me miss my Brother Mark even more and of course, my mind wonders what our family dynamic would be if he was still living. *sigh*
I give it fourteen thumbs up.
That was a lot for a weekend with ZERO plans; I’m so thankful for time with my girls whether it’s planned or spontaneous. We mentioned the phrase EVERYONE IS OLD several times and she stated as she was leaving: “That is gonna be in a blog post, I just know it.” Damn skippy it is.
Did you watch any good stuff on the boob tube this weekend?
Since we’ve had temporary custody of Max our Grand-dog, I’ve caught him watching TV more than once. I suppose it’s a good reprieve from following my every move around the house/yard or barking at things outside that don’t exist.
Usually I catch him staring at the boob-tube when the Coach is enjoying a dose of Cesar Milan, The Dog Whisperer.
Wait, did your Dad refer to the TV as a boob tube too? What does that even mean?
Max is very interested in the Cesar Milan show, but of course, he’s never interested in being a proper dog while in public with other dogs. *sigh* We DO need Cesar IN PERSON.
The whole reason he is staying with us is because he’s a train wreck for Lolo while living in VA; you can’t take him out on a simple walk for potty/exercise because he loses his marbles when he sees another dog. Here at Casa De BusyBee, he can roam the property with no other dogs in sight other than Callie and Callie doesn’t bother him at all; she’s just happy to be here.
In general, he’s a wonderful dog; a snuggle bunny, but he much prefers people to dogs. All in all, he’s a rescue who comes with baggage, so we put up with the shenanigans and give him as much love as possible. Honestly, I could eat his face because he’s yummy.
Recently the Coach and I were watching Alone on Netflix. (Originally on History Channel) Have you seen this? We think it’s pretty interesting. Anyhoo…while watching one night one of the ‘survivors’ see’s a huge bear, he tries to scare it away by yelling BEAR. Max looks up from my lap, notices the bear and starts growling.
OMG.We were laughing hard. This little 25lb dog wants to talk shit to any other dog on the planetANDbears. I’m guessing before he was snipped he had gonads the size of King Kong. I for one, will not tell him that he’s not the bad ass that he thinks he is because his confidence is endearing.
Anyone else catch your pets watching TV? Or making excel spreadsheets?