Ahem, this post has been taken over by me, the aforementioned daughter, Sweet Girl. It has been a long and hot day, this my 28th birthday. She could not come up with anything to write, so here I am, and here I go. It is way past her bedtime, and we need beauty sleep. Especially since she once again wants to go and ride on that new bike trail she just discover, and get eaten alive by mosquitoes in the process. It is Metro Diner time, as well as RAM (Riverside Arts Market) time tomorrow. We shall see how everything goes, but I do believe that this will be all before my mouth runs away with me, or my fingers more the less. Dizzy has decided that it is time to go to bed, and so we must all listen. She is a demanding dog, and the moment someone gets up, then that's it, EVERYONE must get up. Happy trails. TTFN
SG
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Friday, November 26, 2010
Thanksgiving Pictures.....
I am officially middle-aged -
My child now cooks Thanksgiving dinner for ME.
In all fairness, it's most likely the only way she was going to get a Thanksgiving meal. I CAN cook, I've never poisoned anyone (so far), and I have even received compliments on my cooking from time to time, but it's not something I'm known for. More like I'm known for avoiding it.
In all my (middle-aged) years, I think I have been compelled to cook Thanksgiving dinner exactly twice. We don't have any deep-rooted family traditions regarding Thanksgiving. Sometimes Nurse Jane hosts the entire family at her home (bless her), and on at least two occasions Hubby and I have gone to one of those belly-up-to-the-buffet type restaurants.
Sweet Girl loves to cook. I don't know where she got that gene; we know it wasn't from me. And as for her father's side of the family ...... uh, probably not. Perhaps it isn't genetic at all. Maybe she developed a desire to cook simply to survive.
Okay, I'm not really that bad. I generally cook at least four nights a week, although they generally aren't gourmet meals. And I don't enjoy it. Cooking is not a hobby, it does not relieve stress for me (rather it creates stress), and I would be happy never to have to cook again. On the other hand, if I won the lottery and became very wealthy overnight, I don't think I would hire a chef either. A maid is a different story.
Thanksgiving dinner at Sweet Girl's house was wonderful. I felt guilty having so much food for only three people (and two dogs). I hope Sweet Girl will eat most of the leftovers.
Hubby trying to figure out the iPad. Is it just me, or is he wearing that same t-shirt every time I post pictures of him? I know he's been wearing it on several of our RV trips. Perhaps it's because I'm usually taking pictures of him on the weekend, and we tend to wear our UGA stuff on football weekends.
Daisy trying to figure out how to get to the food:
Gus trying to figure out how to keep the ball to himself:
My lone contribution to the meal was pinto beans because Hubby loves them. And they didn't come out of a can, either!
Sweet Girl timed her cooking perfectly, and everything was ready at the same time. That takes talent, especially in a small kitchen.
Sweet potato souffle with marshmallow topping:
Macaroni and cheese. And it didn't come from a box!
Sweet Girl calls it stuffing. I don't know where she got that. We've never had "stuffing" in our house. It's always been called dressing. But it was moist and delicious, so she can call it whatever she wants to.
We also had the requisite turkey, but the picture looked gross to me and reminded me of my post about raising chickens from several days ago. It tasted delicious, trust me, but the picture did not conjure up images of deliciousness.
After the heavy meal, Sweet Girl and I took the dogs for a walk. I can't say we burned off many calories, since it was mostly a stroll, but it felt good to get out in the fresh air for a little while. It was 80 degrees there yesterday. Both Daisy and Gus wished they could get off their leashes and terrorize these geese and ducks.
My child now cooks Thanksgiving dinner for ME.
In all fairness, it's most likely the only way she was going to get a Thanksgiving meal. I CAN cook, I've never poisoned anyone (so far), and I have even received compliments on my cooking from time to time, but it's not something I'm known for. More like I'm known for avoiding it.
In all my (middle-aged) years, I think I have been compelled to cook Thanksgiving dinner exactly twice. We don't have any deep-rooted family traditions regarding Thanksgiving. Sometimes Nurse Jane hosts the entire family at her home (bless her), and on at least two occasions Hubby and I have gone to one of those belly-up-to-the-buffet type restaurants.
Sweet Girl loves to cook. I don't know where she got that gene; we know it wasn't from me. And as for her father's side of the family ...... uh, probably not. Perhaps it isn't genetic at all. Maybe she developed a desire to cook simply to survive.
Okay, I'm not really that bad. I generally cook at least four nights a week, although they generally aren't gourmet meals. And I don't enjoy it. Cooking is not a hobby, it does not relieve stress for me (rather it creates stress), and I would be happy never to have to cook again. On the other hand, if I won the lottery and became very wealthy overnight, I don't think I would hire a chef either. A maid is a different story.
Thanksgiving dinner at Sweet Girl's house was wonderful. I felt guilty having so much food for only three people (and two dogs). I hope Sweet Girl will eat most of the leftovers.
Hubby trying to figure out the iPad. Is it just me, or is he wearing that same t-shirt every time I post pictures of him? I know he's been wearing it on several of our RV trips. Perhaps it's because I'm usually taking pictures of him on the weekend, and we tend to wear our UGA stuff on football weekends.
Sweet Girl trying to figure out a recipe. Check out what her t-shirt says. It's an aviation thing.
Daisy trying to figure out how to get to the food:
Gus trying to figure out how to keep the ball to himself:
My lone contribution to the meal was pinto beans because Hubby loves them. And they didn't come out of a can, either!
Sweet Girl timed her cooking perfectly, and everything was ready at the same time. That takes talent, especially in a small kitchen.
Sweet potato souffle with marshmallow topping:
Macaroni and cheese. And it didn't come from a box!
Sweet Girl calls it stuffing. I don't know where she got that. We've never had "stuffing" in our house. It's always been called dressing. But it was moist and delicious, so she can call it whatever she wants to.
We also had the requisite turkey, but the picture looked gross to me and reminded me of my post about raising chickens from several days ago. It tasted delicious, trust me, but the picture did not conjure up images of deliciousness.
After the heavy meal, Sweet Girl and I took the dogs for a walk. I can't say we burned off many calories, since it was mostly a stroll, but it felt good to get out in the fresh air for a little while. It was 80 degrees there yesterday. Both Daisy and Gus wished they could get off their leashes and terrorize these geese and ducks.
Saturday, September 25, 2010
Our Granddog......
I don't know if any of you have ever tried to get a beagle to pose for a picture. They can be a stubborn breed. Daisy will sit still just to taunt me, but she refuses to look at me.
Daisy and Sweet Girl have come home for the weekend to visit us. They don't come nearly often enough.
Right this minute Gus is upstairs on the bed with Hubby, traumatized by the fact that there is another dog in the house. He acts tough, but he's really intimidated by Daisy.
Not that he should be. Daisy is more likely to roll over on her back and expose her tummy, just screaming submissiveness. I think Gus just doesn't trust her.
He may be right. I don't think you can trust any dog that won't look at the camera lens.
Pardon the blurriness of the picture below. I was so excited to see her eyes, I didn't focus very well. I think she knows that.
Daisy and Sweet Girl have come home for the weekend to visit us. They don't come nearly often enough.
Right this minute Gus is upstairs on the bed with Hubby, traumatized by the fact that there is another dog in the house. He acts tough, but he's really intimidated by Daisy.
Not that he should be. Daisy is more likely to roll over on her back and expose her tummy, just screaming submissiveness. I think Gus just doesn't trust her.
He may be right. I don't think you can trust any dog that won't look at the camera lens.
Pardon the blurriness of the picture below. I was so excited to see her eyes, I didn't focus very well. I think she knows that.
Saturday, April 11, 2009
Visitors.....
Sweet Girl came home for the weekend, and she brought my granddog Daisy to visit.
Daisy is high-energy and relatively high-maintenance.
She's also very high-volume.
She plays with Gus's toys.
She barks in the middle of the night.
She peed on Sweet Girl's bed and pooped on the floor in her room.
She terrorizes the cats.
She runs and jumps on Hubby when he's napping.
She darts out the door whenever anyone opens it.
She's also pretty darned hard to photograph.
Gus hates her.
Gus will be sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo glad when Daisy gets in Sweet Girl's car tomorrow and heads back to Florida.
He whispered that in my ear while Daisy was playing with one of his toys. He hates her, but he doesn't want to be rude about it.
He'll be glad to see her go home, but that doesn't mean he wants to hurt her feelings.
Most of the time he just gives her the cold shoulder.
Daisy is high-energy and relatively high-maintenance.
She's also very high-volume.
She plays with Gus's toys.
She barks in the middle of the night.
She peed on Sweet Girl's bed and pooped on the floor in her room.
She terrorizes the cats.
She runs and jumps on Hubby when he's napping.
She darts out the door whenever anyone opens it.
She's also pretty darned hard to photograph.
Gus hates her.
Gus will be sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo glad when Daisy gets in Sweet Girl's car tomorrow and heads back to Florida.
He whispered that in my ear while Daisy was playing with one of his toys. He hates her, but he doesn't want to be rude about it.He'll be glad to see her go home, but that doesn't mean he wants to hurt her feelings.
Most of the time he just gives her the cold shoulder.Tuesday, September 2, 2008
Peace and Quiet....
It's official.......I'm getting old.
Sweet Girl (and Daisy the puppy) left this morning after a 4-day stay, and the quiet in the house is very........something.
We had a nice visit. She went to the ballgame with me, she visited her dad (bless her soul), we went swimming, and we made a trip to the mall. But we are both so alike and so different that three or four days together is plenty. There's just so much.......noise......when an extra person (and dog) comes to stay.
This isn't coming out right at all. I sound like I don't love my child. I do, I really do! I just love her enough to turn her loose to return to her own home and let me get settled back into my fuddy-duddy, old person routine. It wreaks havoc on my soul when my routine is disrupted!
If they evacuate Jacksonville this weekend because of Hurricane Hanna (or Ike or Josephine or whoever comes after that), I will of course welcome her (and the puppy and any other stray Navy people she can round up) with open arms. But I'm praying hard it doesn't happen.
Sweet Girl (and Daisy the puppy) left this morning after a 4-day stay, and the quiet in the house is very........something.
We had a nice visit. She went to the ballgame with me, she visited her dad (bless her soul), we went swimming, and we made a trip to the mall. But we are both so alike and so different that three or four days together is plenty. There's just so much.......noise......when an extra person (and dog) comes to stay.
This isn't coming out right at all. I sound like I don't love my child. I do, I really do! I just love her enough to turn her loose to return to her own home and let me get settled back into my fuddy-duddy, old person routine. It wreaks havoc on my soul when my routine is disrupted!
If they evacuate Jacksonville this weekend because of Hurricane Hanna (or Ike or Josephine or whoever comes after that), I will of course welcome her (and the puppy and any other stray Navy people she can round up) with open arms. But I'm praying hard it doesn't happen.
Saturday, August 9, 2008
Too tired to be witty.......or even coherent
I would love to be able to say something clever and/or witty tonight, but I'm just too damn tired. Who knew a puppy could cry ALL NIGHT LONG? I finally got up at 5:45 this morning to shut her up so Sweet Girl could sleep. What's up with THAT? It's her damn dog!!!!! I had planned to stay with her through tomorrow, but she hasn't really needed my help, there wasn't much of a recuperation from this minor surgery, and I just didn't think I could take another night of a crying puppy. [I have to keep looking at her pictures (the puppy, not the Sweet Girl) just to remind myself how precious she is. Otherwise I may be inclined to forget.] All those factors joined forces to convince me to come home today instead of tomorrow. I'm glad the 6-hour drive is behind me and not ahead of me. And I'm glad I have a day to get laundry done, buy groceries, and watch the Olympics before starting the school year on Monday. Where did the summer go?
Friday, August 8, 2008
Grandparents........Sort of
Meet our new granddog. Sweet Girl and I ventured out to a nearby puppy store today "just to look." Yeah right. Just like every time hubby and I have gone "just to look" at new cars, we have come home with one. This adorable little girl was one of the first puppies we saw. Her name is Daisy, and she's precious. It's such a bittersweet event, having my Sweet Girl become the parent to a pet. I'm having to bite my tongue (sometimes not very successfully) to keep from telling her everything I think she should do regarding this tiny little creature.
The best part of having a granddog is, just like grandchildren, I can drive away day after tomorrow and I don't have to clean up poop or pee, I don't have to worry about her chewing everything in my house, and I don't have to listen to her crying at night or when we leave the house. Sweet Girl will have 30 days of leave coming up after next week, so she'll have plenty of time to spend with her.
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