3/13/13...Tidbits and Rambles

In numerology that would just be a two.  I think that is on a scale of one to nine.  Have no idea what it means, just throwing it out there.

Does 333 mean half of the beast since 666 is the mark of the beast?

My washer died.  Hubby had purchased an extended warranty so that repair was "free". Took them over a week to get here but supposedly it is repaired again.

I lost my blog for a while and panicked.  I received emails from a few people wondering what was wrong.  Google was playing hide-n-seek, I guess.  It should be easy to back it up but the inside workings of a computer scare me as much as repairing a lawn mower.  I'm good at neither.

While cleaning my computer I found several comments in my junk mail. WHAT???  I have all comments come to email and reply from there.  I discovered the ones in junk were the no-reply-comment bloggers.  Anyway I un-junked them so if I missed replying fuss at me.  It's okay.  Google must have been smoking some good/bad stuff this past weekend.

The Three Dollar Chair that I mourned and was gonna burn has been resurrected and is back in use.  With my nice battery impact drill, a few screws and a few choice words I reassembled that baby.  The Gorilla Glue expanded and the screws are unmatched.   If you don't look really close it looks pretty good and is solid.  Why would I spend all this time on a fifty-plus year old three dollar yard sale chair??  Just because I can.  If you've been with me long you know I'm pretty persistent...and that is a big understatement.

I always think it's silly when people talk baby talk to their animals.  This week I've been trying to film Lizzy to share...horror of horrors...I talk baby talk to my dogs!  I shall have to apologize for all those things I thought when I heard other people do that.  After all that work I still couldn't upload  my baby talking Southern drawl to blogger. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

And it's just Wednesday...wonder how the rest of my week will go.  I know one thing, I won't be bored.

It's Wal Mart Time!

Flying with husband is always such a treat.  The sunset was beautiful reflecting on the hood of his truck as he flew down the highway.

I mentioned that SOME husbands took their wives for a drive for the purpose of taking pictures.  He said, "...but you have to drive slow for that."  "Or stop," I said.

The sky was ever changing and a beauty to behold.  Hubby says, "You're taking that through the tint."  I said, "Don't have much choice."

"Oh, look!" I said.  He answered "Hmmm".   There was no slowing for the sun set as it changed in every turn.  That's the beauty of digital even when the photo ops are bad you don't waste film.

When You Think It's Gonna Be Quiet...

is when things happen.  The dogs were out of the rain and not watching as well as they should.  Guard duty is not called due to rain.

Not our cattle!

Less than two hundreds yards away.

All I had to do was holler "Yaw!" 

and the dogs rolled out to do their duty.

Poor Hubby chased after the cattle in the pouring rain.

The dogs and Hubby got them turned and headed back out.

Sorry for the poor pictures.

I wasn't risking my camera.

All zoomed on a point and shoot.

Hubby back in.

Good dogs fed.

Strange cattle off our property 

and hopefully headed to their home.

Seeking Spirit...

I’ve regressed to past lives
Been Reiki healed
Had my Chakras centered
Read my Shustah cards
Advised by a Shaman
Created a medicine bag
I got in touch with Mother Earth
Had my spirit cleansed
I meditated
I imagined
Took baths in the salt of the sea
Then I finally realized
My condition is up to me.
If I had heard Kellerman
This would have passed
"Life is like a prism.
What you see depends
On how you turn the glass."


Hooking up to Poetry Jam.  Join the fun.

Contribution To Poets Pub...

Poets Pub had a double challenge today.  One for words, one for music. Your choice.

My random words were supplied by grandsons: ass, dog, cut, sleep, hit, lazy, sleepy, fuzzy, football, guitar.
This will surely be a challenge.

Cutting the wheel sharply
I almost hit the lazy dog
If I were not an ass
I would sleep
Pull over
Let my fuzzy mind
Recover
From a day
Filled with football
And guitar
And dreams.

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