Current Photo Friday theme: The Face
“In the old country, we were treated as dogs.”
An Aries (Who Knows Some Stuff)
Current Photo Friday theme: The Face
Photos behind a cut to save your monitor space.
Not feeling so great. In fact, feeling really wretched. I went through some of my recent photos and thought I’d provide a few random shots.
Happy birthday, codyfrizbeejr. Sorry your plans got rained out today, but at least you have the right kind of companionship for a rainy day. Also:
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Note: Kroger-brand cranberry juice is crap. I’m sorry, Kroger, but it just is. The grape juice and apple juice are okay, though.
Second note: If there’s anything Hewlett-Packard does right, it’s the way they set up a return/recycle feature with their printer cartridge packaging. Holla.
For the past couple of weeks, I haven’t felt…me-ish. I haven’t felt sick, though there were a couple of little indications that I might be. But because I like to self-diagnose with my degree in An Aries Knows Everything, I sort of ignored it. I felt fine on Tuesday night when I got to see my friend Lisa (she who my writing partners call Big Hair Lisa to separate her from other Lisas) for the first time in forty forevers. (Hi, Lisa! And the other Lisa, too!)
I never really know what’s going to happen at The Compound. Monday afternoon, I was sitting at my computer, doing something Very Important, when suddenly I saw hovering over me the strange creature pictured below. From behind it, I heard a voice say, “These aren’t the droids you’re looking for.”
According to dog nutritionists, if you want to feed your dog vegetables, you need to break them down into fiber and juice, because dog intestines are too short to have time to do that naturally before they eliminate the veggies. This is why I use the blender to make the veggie cubes we toss in with the Compound Canines’ raw meat.
Earlier, I was sitting on the front porch chomping on an individual bag of baby carrots when I realized that three sets of soulful eyes were watching me, haunches planted firmly on the porch; they know they have to sit before getting a treat.
“You won’t like it,” I told them.
They clearly didn’t believe me. It doesn’t hurt to give them carrots; they just may get no nutritional value from them. So I finished what I wanted to eat of the carrots. By this time, Margot had joined the other three, so I told her to sit, too. I then gave each dog a baby carrot. Three made a liar out of me (You won’t like it). Pixie and Guinness crunched on their carrots with glee. Rex took his out to the sidewalk to savor it in pieces without fear of someone else snatching part of it. And Margot spit hers out and walked away, her disgusted expression conveying, “Nice try. Make my next one beef, please.”
While we were enjoying the moment, some asswipe in a truck tore down the street at a ridiculous speed which defied the two stop signs at either end of our block. I desperately wished I were Garp. Which reminded me that I want to read that book again. It’s been years.
Lynne has gone back to the Old Country for a few days (i.e., the Deep South), so we get to enjoy the company of the Green Acres dogs:
Little Blind Sparky and Minute the Great Armadillo Hunter.
Tom obligingly went through bins in the attic and garage looking for Barbie stuff OTHER than dolls. I’ll be posting about some of that later, but in the meantime, I found this scrap of honest-to-goodness 1970s fabric. I don’t know what I’ll use it for–it’s not much material–but I’m sure you’ll eventually see it on one of the Mattel Top Models.
Last week–or maybe two weeks ago–Tim and I were running errands, and I unexpectedly discovered a trove of fabrics for WAY cheap. (In fact, when the associate checked me out, she was exclaiming over one of the remnants that she’d missed when she was going through them. She and some others use them in quilts they make for the children at the MD Anderson Cancer Center. Since I always run into the kindest people when I shop, it seems like I’d enjoy shopping, but I don’t.)
The picture below doesn’t feature the fabric she liked, but is one I bought that night. I decided to use it for a Barbie dress from a pattern circa early 1960s. The price is vintage, too: I made this dress for less than fifty cents. Doesn’t Tamala wear it like a million bucks?
Current Photo Friday theme: Cameraphone Shot
Margot forgets to be emo and shows Jim some love.