Who Ate The Cake?

Hubby has two favorite cakes.  For his birthday I cooked both his favorites, German Chocolate and Pineapple Upside Down.

I noticed the German Chocolate was going down fast.

I asked him, "So how's the German Chocolate?"

"It's good," he said, "Someone else likes it."

Puzzled, I asked, "You haven't eaten that whole cake?  There's just one piece left.  What about the Pineapple Upside Down?"

"That's Pineapple Upside Down?  I thought it was just a plain white cake."

"No, it's just not turned upside down.  It is pineapple".

Then he says, "There are two spoons in that chocolate cake.  Who's been eating that?"

"Not me! I had one piece."

Hubby said, "Well, I certainly don't use a spoon.  I put mine on a plate and enjoy it with a fork."

After a continuing discussion on who ate the cake, the truth came out at the doctor's office.  Hubby has lost nineteen pounds.  My pants are tight...the elastic topped ones!

I guess I've resorted to sleep eating since I too busy while I'm awake.

Last cake I'm making!

Dog Tails and A Tale

Meet Ki-Anne, my hot pepper, with her son, Junior...the name that stuck.  Ki was a throw away dog that someone brought to me at work.  Someone had been dropped them off at her house. I could not say no. Ki-Anne has a natural bob tail.  

When I messed up and did not get her spayed in a timely matter, puppies were born.  Some with tails and some with none and a few varying lengths in between. All were given wonderful homes.  One is a therapy dog and two went with their owners to college.  I get updates now and then.  Junior was the one the guys chose to keep.  They are both valuable members to the farm team.

Ki still babies JR.  "Oh, you poor boy, you want a stick?"

"I will pick it up for you

and put it in your mouth.

 Wait, I will get it closer."

JR says, "I don't need a stick, Mom, but you can scratch my itch.

Oh, yes, that's the spot.  Thanks, Mom!"

For Wednesday's Wit and Wisdom

Birds' Eye View

Confucius  "It does not matter how slowly you go as long as you do not stop"

Mindlovemisery's Menagerie 

buzzards surf updrafts

over wilderness cafe

viewing the menu

My "New" Car

Due to unforeseen or probably could have guessed circumstances, I have a different car.  It's not new because long ago I decided no vehicle is as valuable as the new sticker price quotes.  My oldest sister, Marcy, is a part owner too, since I drive her to a lot of doctor's appointments.

We have trouble climbing into trucks and if the vehicle is straddling a low spot forget getting in with out a stool or maybe a ladder.

My PT Cruiser is now driven by oldest daughter and another Buick is driven by youngest daughter (since the guy who caused her wreck had no insurance, yep, we bought another old car). The guys have trucks.  BIG trucks.  I have no problem borrowing one when I have some treasure to haul or if the snow is bad enough for four wheel drive...well, I don't drive in snow but I have some one drive me in snow.

You who have known me a while know I lose my vehicle quite often especially in the WalMart parking lot.  So now instead of a reddish Cruiser I have a car color that is almost invisible in the yard! What was I thinking?  It does have one of those gadgets that honks and tells you where it is but you have to know the general direction before you can make it honk.

Yesterday when I went to get groceries in town there was no one in my row.  When I came out a car the same color was parked right beside mine!  I'm thinking, Which one is mine?  Fortunately my license plate begins with the same three numbers of my home address so I knew which one was mine...this time.

I have thought much on how I can make this car stand out because, quite frankly, I don't trust the beeper key...and I could get arrested for entering a car that's not mine.  I placed an air freshener necklace on the mirror, which NEVER had a smell, and is not boldly visible. Can't see it through the tinted glass.

I also considered the ideal of a tennis ball on the antenna. I have a valid fear about that because of a story I read in childhood.  A person had captured a leprechaun and, by rights, had earned the leprechaun's pot of gold.   This leprechaun, naturally full of blarney, convinced the person if he was released he would tie a yellow ribbon on the tree where his treasure lay.  The next morning as the person took his shovel happily into the woods he soon discovered leprechauns could not be trusted especially when it came to their pots of gold.  A yellow ribbon was tied around every tree as far as the eye could see.  And that is why I have issues with tennis balls on the antenna. If I have the tennis ball, when I leave the store there will be hundreds of vehicles with tennis balls on their antennas.

I thought about hanging a Confederate flag on my antenna but it just doesn't look the same as it does flying from a jacked up pickup truck.

I have run out of ideas but I'm sure I will find a solution sooner or later.

Oh, by the way, do you know where I parked my car?

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