Summoned AGAIN.....

They must LOVE me.....I've been summoned AGAIN.......

I'm desperately trying to think of a good reason why I can't serve.......

Thoughts on a Thursday

If there were a thousand seagulls in an airplane while its flying, each weighing two pounds apiece, but they were all flying in the airplane, would the airplane weigh 2000 pounds more?

Happy Birthday, Son1…….

You can’t possibly be that old!!!!

Son1 and I were having a lovely conversation a few weeks ago and he happened to mention his upcoming birthday. Now, I know when his birthday is….I was THERE for Pete’s sake…..but I sometimes forget exactly how old the boys are, unless I do the math in my head and we ALL know how good I am at math……

He mentioned that he was beginning to feel ‘older’ now that he’s in his thirties…..and I paused……

Wait, WHAT???

You can’t possibly be in your thirties…..I’M IN MY THIRTIES!!!! At least that’s how I feel! (Well, if you don’t count the days I feel like I’m ninety-nine…..but I digress….)

How could this possibly have happened?

I remember my mother telling me I was catching up to her, age wise, and at the time I laughed but I didn’t really quite understand what she was saying. NOW I get it!

So, to my first born, with all my love, I say…..

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!

you’re catching up to me….NEENER NEENER!!!

Dreams and Memories

I dreamed about my mother again last night. It’s the second time this week. I dreamed about her not as the plump, gray haired grandma she was in the last years of her life, but as a young woman I don’t think I ever knew.

She was wearing denim pedal pushers and a gleaming white, sleeveless, button down blouse with a Peter Pan collar. She was walking away from me, not even aware that I was there or watching her. And it struck me that I had never seen my mother in jeans before!

A funny thing to think.

I wasn’t surprised at her age or appearance, just the fact that I never knew either of my parents to wear jeans.

I remember my mother bought my father a pair of Levi’s sometime in the sixties. She thought they would replace the worn out army khakis he used to wear whenever he was doing something messy around the house, like wallpapering. 

They sat neatly folded in his bureau drawer. When I was emptying their house after she died, there they were, still neatly folded with the tags on.

It had been ten years since he died and all his other clothes had long since been given away.

I often wonder why she kept them.

File this under:  I have nothing to say and I say it regularly. 

Punny Monday

  I got binoculars ’cause I don’t want to go that close.

STAGES OF AN ONLINE CLASS

I started a new class this week, Sketchbook Skool’s The Whimsical Sketchbook. I’m not sure why I signed up for this class, except I thought I needed a kick in the pants to get me back into the ‘groove’.

So far I haven’t put pen/brush to paper but I did write this:

STAGES OF AN ONLINE CLASS

Read description of class

Think about whether or not to take class

Get excited about upcoming class

Sign up and pay for class

Anxiously wait for class to begin

On first day of class, wonder what you were thinking when signing up for class

Watch video/s

Re-watch video/s

Digest video/s

Think about video/s

Worry about not being as good as the instructor

Watch homework assignment video

Freak out about homework assignment video

Spend copious amount of time thinking about the PERFECT topic/theme for homework assignment

Sit down to start homework assignment

Become paralyzed about homework assignment

Walk away from blank paper on desk in defeat of homework assignment

Get scathingly brilliant idea in shower

Sit down and write STAGES OF AN ONLINE CLASS

It's not exactly what I was expecting but at least I got SOMETHING out of the first week......lol. 

Thoughts on a Thursday

Do vegetarians eat animal crackers? 

Let Walsh Week Begin!!!!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY

!!!!

May your birthday be amazingly awesome and your hangover be mercifully minor..... ;)

 

Is It Just Me???

Our local news station has implemented a new segment to their nightly news show.  It called ‘Storm Chasers’…..or something like that. They send out a reporter and driver to report on the weather ‘as it’s happening’…..from inside the truck, you know, just to be safe!

I have issues with this. First, wouldn’t they be safer reporting from inside the TV station? Secondly…..it’s RAINING people! It’s what happens in the summertime in a subtropical climate!!!!

Have we all become such children that we need someone to tell us to come in out of the rain???? To tell us lightning is dangerous? That rain may cause flooding? That you shouldn’t drive into/through standing water if you don’t know how deep it may be?

And it’s not JUST the weather.

I feel like they are hyping the ‘news’ more and more lately. Pretty soon it’s going to be called The Nightly News with Chicken Little reporting!

There is such a thing a personal responsibility. It’s not the job of the government, or local authorities, or even the newscasters to tell me I need to come in out of the rain to be safe. If I haven’t learned some basic lessons by now it’s my problem, not theirs.

Is it just me? Is it the local station here? Are they doing this everywhere now?

Or have I become that cranky old man yelling “GET OFF MY LAWN!”

Punny Monday

Always borrow money from a pessimist. He won’t expect it back.

Playing Around

♪♫♪♫ When you’re feeling kinda blue ♪♫♪♫

And you don’t know what to do

Cut and paste,

Cut and paste……. 

♪♫♪ 

♪♫♪♫ When you’re feeling down and out ♪♫♪♫

And your mind is all in doubt

Cut and paste,

Cut and paste………

♪♫♪

This is what goes on inside my head when I'm not feeling inspired.....

Even in my own head I'm singing off key....aren't you glad you can't read my mind????? 

Thoughts on a Thursday

Why do they sterilize lethal injections?

Wordless Wednesday

‘Mikey’

We have a pet gecko. Well, not really a pet, per se. It’s a gecko who lives on the lanai. Not in the ‘back forty’ garden with all the plants and camouflage like the other self respecting geckos. No, this one lives behind the outdoor refrigerator (I know, a refrigerator on the lanai sounds odd, but believe me, down here it is de rigueur!)

We’ve named him Mikey. (I think, perhaps, that might be an erroneous name….) He’s been on the lanai for over a year now. We’ve opened the screen doors to let him find his way out but he hasn’t taken the hint, either that or he prefers the nice flat terrain of the concrete lanai to the rougher side of life ‘outside’. It also saves him from flying predators…not that he knows this, but still….

We think of him as a pet because, unlike the other geckos that run like hell when they see us, Mikey actually comes up closer and LOOKS at us! He cocks his little head and turns one beady eye to watch what we’re doing. During the winter months, when we had the house open, he would come right up to the threshold of the sliding doors and watch us as we sat in the living room. He never tried to get in. Never once crossed the saddle.

I worry that he won’t live very long, there’s not much to eat on a concrete lanai, but he seems to manage. There are always ants in one place or another and I guess it doesn’t take much to fill up a gecko.

Anyway…..about a month ago Mikey went missing. He didn’t come to the door anymore and we didn’t see him scurrying around anywhere. We figured his time had come and we’d find his shriveled remains somewhere on the lanai.

Then one day when Husband was neatening things up he found this:

A gecko egg! Isn’t that the most adorable thing EVER? He showed me and then carefully put it back where he found it and left it there to incubate. Sometime later we noticed a much smaller gecko running around the lanai.

I think, maybe, Mikey was really a Michelle and apparently she DID find the ‘back forty’! LOL

Punny Monday

  Before you criticize a man, walk a mile in his shoes. That way, you will be a mile away and he won’t have any shoes.

Update on Comments

 I’ve finally found a response to the issue of your comments not being forwarded to my email…….

“They’re working on it!” Famous last words….lol.

Anyway, for the time being, until Blogger can figure it out I’ll just post responses to your comments under your original comment on the blog.

If you want to get an email with my response instead of having to come back and check the blog just check the ‘notify me’ box in the lower right corner of the comment box and when I answer you should get an email.

Thank you for your patience and understanding in this matter. ;D

Thoughts on a Thursday

When Atheists go to court, do they have to swear on the bible?

Wordless Wednesday

Letter to the Weight Loss Gods….

I think I’ve mentioned before, a few months ago ‘they’ put me on new medications. One of the side effects of these new meds is possible weight loss (among other side effects that I’m lucky enough to suffer from also, but that’s not the topic of this little missive so I will leave THAT to your imaginations…..you’re welcome!)

As I was saying….weight loss is a benefit if you ask me, not a side effect, but whatever you want to call it I’m all for it.

BUT….I would like to have a little chat with the Weight Loss Gods here….

I have lost a few pounds. Not as much as I would like but, nevertheless, I have lost. It’s going in the right direction. The problem I’m having is WHERE I’m losing it.

I would like to ask whoever is in charge of these things if it wouldn’t be possible, in the future, to lose it in more pleasing places.

The first place I notice the loss is always in my boobs (sorry boys, skip this part if it’s more than you want to know about your mother….lol.) So that part is par for the course.

Next I noticed my arms were getting skinnier, my forearms to be exact. Then my fingers……

I want to state here and now that I appreciate the fact that my fingers no longer look like Vienna sausages but in the big scheme of things….and here is where I’m directing my comments to the Weight Loss Gods…..couldn’t you have gone for something a little more significant…say, for instance, my chicken neck double chin? 

I mean REALLY? FINGERS????

Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad that I’m losing the extra pounds, it’s healthier, I understand that, all I’m saying is could you find it in your Godly hearts to maybe carve a little off around my waist?

I mean fingers and toes, forearms and boobs are all okay but for the next installment let’s work on the ‘bigger picture’, okay?

Thank you for your assistance in this matter,

Very truly yours, robin cox walsh

Punny Monday

 Some cause happiness wherever they go. Others whenever they go.

WTF

First they send me an announcement that I need to tell the European readers how I intend to use their information I collect on my blog….I had no idea I even collected info from you!

Then they send me another announcement……that I can’t remember……

Then they stopped forwarding your comments to my email……

NOW ‘they’ are telling me the service I use to share my posts on Facebook is ending on June 6^th and I need to find another way of doing it. All the services I’ve looked at are PAID subscriptions!

F*#k that!

So, I either have to cross post manually or just live with the fact that they won’t post to Facebook….I’m reeeeealy starting to get annoyed here…..

I’ve already compromised and started responding to your comments on the blog itself…which, I still don’t like, but hey, I’m flexible…….snort…..

I’m still not sure how this is all going to shake out…..stay tuned….you might just get to witness my head EXPLODE!