The Adventures of Dead Mouse

I had a helper yesterday to make my day go faster.

Meet Mr. Dead Mouse.

He said just call him Dead.

He did some sweeping.

The hammer was just a wee bit large for him.

Dead likes honey and was fascinated with the antique smoker.

He was very sad when the bee gloves would not fit.

Dead gave the grind wheel a couple of turns.

He laughed and said it made him dizzy.

He enjoyed checking out the old tools

and was very grateful he had sharp teeth.

This saw could not be mouse powered.

Pretty knowledgeable about power

Dead admitted he COULD possibly be

the reason this outlet will not work.

 Dead decided to leave the vise alone.

I would say that was wise considering his fragile condition.

Dead Mouse became Happy Mouse

when he discovered this hub cap.

He's a Chevrolet mouse through and through.

He swore on his mother's grave

he did not know this place was posted.

Dead spent the rest of the day dancing his little feet off.

He came alive to Queen's "We Are The Champions"

We both enjoyed the music.

Boston, CCR, Nine Inch Nails, even The Boss sang.

When I left for the day, Dead was still rocking out!

He will probably be too tired tomorrow to help.

It was a productive day.

A job is always easier when it's shared.

Thank you, Mr Dead Mouse.

You made my day.

I'll Drive Anything

if it has no more than six gears, after that I'm kinda lost.  I have noticed the world is driving more and more automatics.  Where's the fun in that?  One time long ago I stopped to test drive a car.  The salesman looked down his nose and said, "That is a stick shift, I hope you know!"  I answered sweetly, Why, yes, that is why I want to test drive it.  Then the devil in me made me burn rubber in each gear as I left the car lot.  I thought it was showing him I COULD drive but I realized later he was probably thinking I couldn't.

Ever notice how you stop "burning rubber" when YOU have to pay for the tires?

I have driven Ford, Chevrolet, Oldsmobile, Jeep, Nissan, Dodge, Buick and a Studebaker.  I have no partiality to any brand but Hubby likes GMC and Chevrolet.  It's just the way it is.  I'm grateful if my vehicle starts.  It doesn't have to have air.  It doesn't have to have a radio (I make my own music).

Have you noticed the advertising?  Like A Rock.  Ram Tough. (I'll be a Dodge fan if they let Sam Elliott talk to me all day).  Appeal to all.  Now they are taking you through your entire life and your progression of cars.  I watch too much television.

I fell in love with Sam Elliott in The Quick and The Dead (1987).  I can pick out his voice in a filled stadium. Hubby knows.  From another room he will yell, "Can you tell who that is?"  Yep.  I don't seek him out.  I haven't seen all his movies.  I just love his voice.  Now he's selling Dodge.  I did watch him in Road House (1989) and I cried.  Two things stood out in the movie and it wasn't Patrick Swayze.  Wade Garrett (Sam Elliott) was fighting off some bad guys when he hit a guy in the knee and simply said, "Damn, that hurt, didn't it?" and for whatever insane reason I fell in love again.  Also in this movie the new owner of the road house was trying to clean up the place a little, making it a respectable drinking establishment. In the bathroom on the wall was "For a good f*** call 555-5555" The new owner changed that word to Buick!  I was so impressed.

Now I have a Buick, not because I actively looked for one, just luck of the draw.  I am waking into a new world with this car.  It's not new but it's new to me and it has too many gadgets!  It's like driving a computer!  Or like a computer driving me.  I haven't decided yet.

I recently discovered it has seat settings quite by accident.  I hit the button as I sat down.  The seat was moving, the mirrors were moving. I was holding onto the steering wheel thinking the rain had ruined my car!  So when the seat stops moving, I look.  There's a button.  I push it.  Hold on!  I'm moving again!  Without the aid of an instruction manual, which I had, I learned how to set my proper seating position to drive.  I was as proud as the first time I was able to turn on my computer.

Okay, I'm hitting post because I think you might enjoy my ramblings. This is how my mind jumps around when I don't pull on the reins.

Next time I'm buying a Dodge!

Sam Elliott

Like A Rock

Hubby drives a Chevrolet.  We live down a long winding dirt road so a clean vehicle happens but not often.  WARNING:  Objects reflected in tailgate may be closer than they appear (self portrait).
Andrew drives a Ford and I drive a Chrysler so I guess you might say we are diversified when it comes to vehicles.

If you didn't know I like rocks, you do now.  Like a rock is just an excuse to show more rocks!

Even in the deep woods dirt daubers build nests.

Rocks aren't just a thing of beauty to me.  They are an open geology book. This is a solid rock but the weaker parts have worn away leaving it with a deceptively pebble-like surface.

I have too many questions and not enough answers.  Why is this one rock's surface so different from its neighbors?  They are all sandstone.  I probably will never know the answer but I keep asking.

One rock with three flat surfaces rising above the rest.  What geological event caused this rock to be created or eroded a grain of sand at a time?  I may never know cause the rocks aren't talking today.

Hubby!

 Chevrolet,

Kubota,

Kel Tec

Hubby, my hero, can leap fences with a single bound (on a good day), can fuel a tractor from a jug (if he parks the truck close), can give you a ride in his Chevrolet and wears a gun on his hip.  Yep, my kind of man!

Shush, don't tell him I took his picture.  God love him...he has to put up with me!!!!